Time Part 2

Connor || Time. Time was everything. It was the start, the end, and the middle of everything. Without time there would be no aging no death, but we would be able to move beyond the first second. Time was everything. But more so to Connor. His entire life revolved around time. He manipulated it, traveled it, and most importantly, it made him stronger. In more ways than one, he was a completely different person than he was when he looked like a fourth year. It had been a couple days since he made himself a promise to never forget the death of his realm. And while his instincts were screaming for him to forget everything, he never broke his promise. He used those memories whenever he trained in anything. It helped him to focus and keep himself strong enough to follow through on his goals. All of his personified emotions and his intelligence had subsided and it was only him in his mind. He was hollow, nothing but a single-minded purpose. Revenge. A time would come when he left to his realm alone, and he might not even return, so for now, he trained. He wanted to get stronger, more powerful, so when the time came, he at least stood a chance. He would not forget. Ever. Life would fly by, and he would probably be even more distant than normal, but it was worth it. He wanted to do this alone. He /needed/ to do this alone. And so for the past couple days, he followed the same pattern. Wake up, eat, train, eat, sleep. Then it would start again. Today, however, was different from the rest of the days. He was just about to start training when some part of his mind 'woke up' 'Kill, destroy, raze' Connor groaned. Though he'd dealt with rage before, he had hoped that all of the personified emotions would /stay/ subsided. 'Just leave me be.' he replied passing it off as nothing 'Don't trust anyone. Not even your friends. They'll only stab you in the back' Connor froze in his path. Not only was it rare for rage to speak in literate sentences, but he had only heard Rage try to make him doubt his friends once before when he first heard Rage. Was this Rage's way of saying 'trust your friends'? After all, he was already going down the path of solitude, so why say something that had no distinct meaning to him. He would have to ask rage, or even Hannah, later. For now, he trained.

Time

Connor || Light was fading. In all senses of the phrase. The sun had set hours ago, but the stars were just being covered by the clouds. And yet in the growing darkness, a figure was sitting against the wall of a small house. His head was leaned back and he was staring at what was left uncovered of the stars and the moon. The hood of his cloak was against the wall, somewhat on, but mostly off, as if it was once over his head, but had long since fallen off. Most of his hair was dangling back as much as it could, due to the angle of his head, but his bangs hung over his eyes creating a thin veil between his eyes and the world around him. Though nothing was happening, the action was happening inside his mind. He was locked in a battle with himself and the personified emotions that resided in him. It had been a long time since rage had personified in him, and now he had all variants of emotions speaking inside his mind. He looked slightly older than the last time anyone saw him, and it was only bolstered by the grim expression on his face. 'There was nothing you could do' Intelligence told him as he thought of home 'I could have helped. I could have fought." he berated himself remembering the ruins and everything he stood for 'You could have died, or been kidnapped" The figure thought this was unlikely, as both he and his father had fought in wars that seemed hopeless and won "Been there, done that' he thought angrily 'And it is /never/ happening again' 'You are a prince. You--' 'No' he interrupted 'I /was/ a prince. One cannot be a prince when there is no king. One cannot be a prince with no realm.' He was sick of this, of having this conversation again. He'd been arguing about this for the past three days. He just wanted to forget everything. Forget the images of cities desolated that were burned into his mind. Forget the sight of his father's charred body. Forget everything. He felt hopeless. He had no home, no family, no hope. He wanted to just leave everything behind and leave for another realm, but he couldn't. People were always going to try to hurt him, torture him, and worse. He needed to continue down the path he was heading. But most of all, he needed to remember everything, for it would make him stronger in the days to come. He was not going to back down. He was not going to forget. And he was not going to live in the past. He dragged himself up from the spot he was sitting, his eyes once green and hazel, were now both green "No more" he spoke aloud before walking off along the road, a new vow, and a new mission.

Voices Part 1.

Connor walks in

Hannah twitches and sneezes on Arman. Then after giving him a large wolfish grin, she gets up, stretches, and pads over to Connor.

Connor raises a brow at the wolf Hannah for a brief second before shrugging as he makes his way to his usual

Hannah raises a paw in greeting at Connor and then continues to trail after him, nose lowered to the ground, following his scent absently.

Hannah lays down, fur tinting blue-green slowly, "How are you?"

Connor shrugs "Alright," he says as he leans forward towards the lake and it's shimmering waters

Hannah looks at him, red eyes turning a sea green, "Only alright? Interesting." She hums, dipping her snout into the water experimentally.

Connor watches the water as two orbish spheres of water rise from the water. Connor stared into the orbs as if they were the very eyes into his own soul, which to him, they were. Water was all he was all he cared about. But when he looked into these orbs, they seemed different to him now than they did weeks ago. He felt that everything had changed since that fight yesterday. He had summoned rage to his aid, but it had changed him more than anything else can. 'It was your so-called 'friends' a voice spoke in the back of his mind as if trying to manipulate him to show his rage again. "Shut up" Connor muttered to himself unaware he had spoken out loud. It took all he could to quell this voice, but what was it? His fears manitesting, or something worse? Ignoring his questions he sunk the orbs back into the water before taking the time to answer Hannah's question with a fake grin "Yeah, alright"

Hannah pulls her snout from the water as she turns to look at him, fur now green and black, eyes matching. She moves, trying to place an overly large paw on his lap, "No you're not." She says quietly with dark green eyes flashing bright for a second, concern being her main emotion. "Something is bothering you. Because I know that smile isn't real. Also, you just said shut up, and I know it wasn't directed at me, love." She states simply, the wolf tilting her head. She had no idea why she was still in this form, but she didn't really mind. It was warm, and she still had wings, so okay. "Tell me what's wrong, Connor."

Connor shook his head with a sigh. He hated lying to his friends, but was the voice right? Were they really his friends it they would rather fight each other, than help him. He shook his head again tying to drive these thoughts from his mind. As of right now, he didn't need these doubts crawling their way around. As of right now, Hannah was the only one he could speak to, who had a similar experience, not the same, but similar. Besides- 'Do not trust her. we must instead strike her down while she is showing weakness' 'SHUT UP' Connor shouted in the very fabrics of his mind. He attempted to regain control for a few seconds before speaking aloud to Hannah "I've been... uh... hearing a voice in my mind" He spoke. Most people who he said that to would check him into a mental Hospital, wizard or not. So to him it sounded strange to say out loud. But Hannah, he knew would understand. Hopefully.

Hannah looks at the boy, and flinches at the explanation. The wolf's eyes widen and she looks at him, resisting the urge to move away from him. "A voice?" She whines, the sound more like what it was meant to be. The wolf was acting on instict. Voices that no one could hear but yourself, they'll slowly drive him crazy... They'll rip him apart until he's a shell of what he was... Or worse... Hannah flinches, the green wolf looking at Connor warily, eyes fixed on him as if looking for something that could help her in anyway. He'll become like us... With a snarl, almost as demonic as she was in her fiery form, she stares at him. "What kind of voice? In contrast to your personality, what is it?" She questions quietly, standing, turning to face him, just to keep an eye on him. She had to, otherwise, she'd be trying to run.

As soon as the first word was spoken, Connor had given up. Here comes the worst' he had thought, 'I'll be sent to Azkaban, where I can go insane without the possibility of harming someone. At least I'll have somebody to talk to.' 'You should fight, strike now, and escape the horrid place of Azkaban, and destroy everything in your way' "SHUT UP!!" he shouted at the voice in his mind, no doubt proving his sanity, as he speaks "Violent. Definitely violent. And manipulative." He says as in his mind he's drawn back to when the voice first appeared "Do you remember the fight that almost happened yesterday?" he rambled remembering every moment of the night "It came to be sometime after I summoned all of the rage I could, and sometime before I left" he remembered the voice planting the seeds of doubt right before he left. "It happened sometime between those points."

Hannah watches Connor with a curious gaze and tilts her head, alert. At the shout, she shrinks back with a yelp. Hannah listens to him again, and nods once, she had voices like that. As her stance relaxes and she simply lays on the floor, looking at the boy, she sighs, and shakes her head, "I know that I wanted to help you. Then that girl said something, and all I can feel is rage and just... nothing." She whispers. It happened when she couldn't control it, and it was dangerous. Just knowing she'd once more gotten to that point. It had been years since she exploded like that. Years. "I remember feeling extreme fear, and Shini-hi has said something about water since... But I... Nothing." She repeats quietly, placing one paw over her muzzle gently. "Sorry."

Connor nods understanding completely, "It's fine. Besides, what really matters to me now, is not whether or not my friends have fought, that's behind me now." he says emphazizing the me "What matters is finding out what the voice is" as if on cue the voice began speaking again 'Destroy, kill it now, Raze everything to the ground' Connor grimmaced at the sound of the voice returning. "Anyways. I was hoping that you could help me. After all you have a bit of... experience with voices" Throwing up a sheild in his mind to try and mute the insane voice. At least it was only destructive now, instead of manipulative. Sighing, he leaned back wondering if he would ever be rid of the voice.

Hannah looks at Connor through green eyes, and they flash black, then blue, then red, before back to the green, cycling through each of her forms' eyes. "I hate to say this. And I now you don't want to hear it... But, Connor... We think it is you." As her voice changes mid-sentence, her fur darkens slightly, and she looks away. "It is not nice to hear, and we really do not like saying this. However, it is the conclusion we have come to..." She sighs, dipping a paw into the water. "It just sounds too familiar." She ads, voice normal again now she'd processed that she'd told him their opinion. "Fury, rage, anger... Then a voice... It's like Kurayami all over again, just not me." She says. It wasn't set in stone, it could be something else. Hannah, however was certain that Connor would know if he were being possessed or controlled. "We think it is your past catching up with you."

If Connor could, as he was seated, he'd stumble backwards at her words "How can it be?" He asked. the harshness of the truth not quite getting to him "I am a tactical person. I don't go around killing everyone and burning things to the ground, all while manipulating people." His thoughts began to meld with the voices as he spoke one more time, his voice a distorted mess "I'm not him" He spoke as he and the voice in his mind swirled faster and faster as their voices meld before stopping "Look. It all started when I summoned all rage I could. "Could it be that the rage just manifested instead of dispersing like it was supposed to?"

Hannah shrugs at Connor once and sighs with a roll of wise eyes. "It could be. But we stand by what we said." Claims the wolf, standing and stretching her wings and legs. "We think it's a part of you, that you don't want to know about or remember. You may not change like us, not many do... But no matter what happens... You're our friend." Whispers the large wolf softly, before shifting into something alike a bow, "We will always stand by you, Connor."

Connor stands up shock controlling his body "It can't be!" he shouts with utmost conviction. "That voice and I, we are not the same, and he is not me" He starts to walk away but finds himself stopping right before leaving. 'Can she be right? Can the voice really be a piece of me? I can't believe that' he chants determinedly as he heads for the exit 'I can't believe that I can't believe that.' Until finally he reaches the exit and he speaks instead of thinks "I can believe that" before walking out.

Hannah looks after Conner and sighs, "Poor kid." Mutters the wolf, before trotting out absently, shaking her head.

Debates and.... Friends?

(Not exactly my best RP, but then again, I was drawn into it unexpectedly, so... yeah.)


Mint picks up each apple and sniffs it, polishing them on his black jeans and setting them back down before determining which one he liked most and lifts it to his soft lips and sinking his sharp teeth into its fruity juicy flesh smiling and if he had a tail it would likely be wagging.

Connor walks to the lake before sitting down, swirling his hand in the water watching as the ripples spread out, then disappear.

Angeleyes sighs

Mint munches happily on the apple and leaves his battle hammer leaning against the stump with the two other apples still sitting on it before approaching the sighing girl but not sitting next to her, "Yo! Name's Mint Xavier Honey, but most just call me Mint or Money. he introduces himself with a slight drawl to his friendly voice

AngelEyes rolls her eyes at the wolf's behavior it seemed no matter what country they were all similar. Watching him approach she stiffens nervously before her brows furrow at his words not expecting an introduction. Relaxing only slightly she lifts her head in acknowledgment in a manner that could almost seem petulant be responding with a soft voice that didn't match her earlier animosity.-

Mint smiles a sharp toothy grin and grabs at the alcohol, Apples, and Rum, best lunch break ever~ he chuckles deep in his throat.

Connor lowers his hand down into the water before closing his hand slightly as if grasping a sphere, before bringing up a handful of water. He pulled his hand back the water hovering in midair while he wiped his hand off on his shirt drying it off

AngelEyes| "I am Naira Belle Amory, however, you may call me Naira or Angel Eyes."

Mint turns back to the girl and takes a swig of the rum, his wide grin never seeming to stop, he hmm's, Naira... cool name. he pondered rolling the name on his tongue thinking about what origin it could be from.

AngelEyes inclines her head. "Thank you. Mint is an interesting name....it is very uncommon...?" she offers weakly unable to remain cold towards the odd wolf.

Connor holds out his hand at the floating sphere of water and motions upwards watching as it flies into the air, before separating, causing it to, what seems like, rain.

Mint turns back finishing the apple and tossing the core back behind him to be re-consumed by nature, his ears fly back at the feeling of the rain and he grabs Naira's hand gently but urgently and running over quickly by the stump, grabbing the hammer on his way and swinging it over his shoulder before finding shelter under a large tree.

AngelEyes closes her eyes as the water hits her and smiles before tensing slightly as she is pulled along by Mint but allows him to and raises an amused brow at him as she settles herself under the tree. A wolf who dislikes rain?" she questions her eyes slanting in the direction of the creator of said rain.

Connor lays back on the ground as the droplets of water bounces off of him. It didn't exactly rain in the shades, so he loved to make his own substitutes every now and then.

Mint scowls up at the dark sky, not knowing someone had /made/ it rain but if he had he would probably end up hitting him with the hammer a few times then gives a crookedly nervous smile and rubs the back of his head, his dark blue wolf ears twitching the water droplets off themselves, Eh-he... yeah, it's kinda a thing of mine? Oh and thanks, I like my name cause Mint is a fantastically wonderful plant that can cure most illnesses!" he chirps, bragging a little about the name even though he doesn't remember who gave it to him.

Connor raises his hand up to the sky satiated at the false rain. Slowly he closed his hand into a fist, and at the same time, the water in the air dissipated, almost as if the rain had simply stopped.

AngelEyes smiles in amusement at Mint's reasoning before offering a fanged grin. "Yes, Mint is known to cure many illnesses...I suppose you aren't so bad for a wolf..." Blinking as the rain stopped she pouts before looking towards the one who had created it. "Why did you stop it?"

Mint| If Mint had a tail it would be wagging in glee again, "Really?! Thanks! Ya know, yer actually the first person I've talked too since I woke up in the Dark forest this morning with barely any memory he smiles glancing at the guy she was looking at, Whatcha mean? /He/ created that wet stupid crying mess?!" he asks his eyes going wide in question.

Connor shrugs his shoulders as he situates himself against a tree "Simple. I was satiated at the rain. I had gotten my enjoyment from the rain, so I stopped it. If you want me to continue it, I will. I'd never turn down creating rain. It helps me relax"

AngelEyes tilts her head at Mint's words. "...Interesting...." Deciding not to question him seeing as he seemed to have no memories she focused on his next words with growing amusement. "Maybe." Turning to the creator of the rain she rose a brow at his relaxed posture before her eyes glaze over in nostalgic memories..."Yes...rain seems to wash everything away..."

Mint wrinkles his nose in displeasure, his ears flying back again at the man's offer, You do that an' I'll smash yer head to tiny pieces bro... he growls out, crossing his arms and leaning against a tree as well, his eyes shifting to an amber color that wasn't quite gold but wasn't red to show he was mildly annoyed. His now amber eyes glaze over a little too, not remembering his past but remembering the feeling of dread, sorrow, and anger that he gets every time it rains, he whispers to himself softly, "Did you know... when it rains, it's actually the souls of the lost ones in the stars, crying 'cause they no longer are loved..." it was something he knew someone old and wise told him once, maybe a grandmother of sorts, but all he knew was he did that often, reciting old stories or quotes like from a book that the same elderly person kept telling him.

Connor waves his hand to the lake "You could try. If you don't like water, well I have an arsenal right here." He nods at the girl who spoke "You understand. When one goes through dark things, they tend to look for a release, a way to calm them down. For me, there is no other way of life, but water."

AngelEyes looks away lost in memories she would rather forget. Raising her eyes to meet the boy's she offered him a bittersweet smile. "I'd ask for more rain but my friend would undoubtedly be unhappy. Thank you though..." she offered with a small bow, the action which had been programmed into her.

Connor nods at Mint "If that were true then my false rain helps put the lost ones at ease. Because it shows that, though they are unloved by the ones that matter, they are not forgotten by the ones that don't" He says before bowing his head towards the girl

Mint pouts and snickers before remembering something and quickly takes off his black jacket that had been open reveal more of his muscular body perfect for wielding weapons and quickly starts drying off his Hammer trying to keep it from rusting with a scowl, "Another good reason to hate rain..." He mutters with another scowl.

AngelEyes sighs and pokes him in the forehead gently. "Stop scowling it'll be stuck on your face forever...see you on the other side Mint."

Connor raises a brow "Why would putting the lost ones at ease be a good reason to hate the rain?"

Mint silently promises to /try/ to stop scowling his scary scowl after this and nods to her about leaving if only he could then he whirls on the "rain-man" growling his eyes completely gold now and hefts the hammer over one of his broad shoulders, Cause if yer lost you should stay that way! There's no need to give things, died or alive, false hope or give them "ease" they might not even care for! He grips before stalking past the man and grabbing the remaining two apples he left on the stump nearby

AngelEyes eyes the other boy with exasperation. "Mint dislikes the rain for his own reasons," she mutters trying to appease both. "Just as you and I have different opinions so does he."

Connor shakes his head "I'm not insulting him for fearing the rain. I'm just asking a question that I'm curious about." he turns to Mint "Did you ever think that maybe, there are lost people who lived their lives without a friend, lived their lives in some hellish place, did you ever think that there might be people who didn't deserve to be lost?" He says calmly as he shakes his head "There are and were people who didn't deserve to be unloved, uncared for."

Mint snorts softly, flashes of a bloody, gory scene in a village somewhere and werewolves running rampant go through his mind and he winces slightly, his hand shaking a little as it reached out for the apples and he blinks before muttering again, Those who are lost... should /always/ stay that way... he grabs the apples and glances back at Naira with a fake cheerful grin, "Heh, I gotta go try my luck at getting out of this hell, literally... see ya on the flip-flop side?"

AngelEyes watches Mint in concern before nodding silently as her eyes bore into him. "Yes...I'll see you..." Turning away she pauses to look at the other boy. "It was nice meeting you perhaps we'll meet again soon."

Connor shrugs as he stares out into the open water of the lake "Perhaps you'll understand what I mean someday. Perhaps not. It doesn't really matter." He nods at the girl "Same here"

Mint nods and turns away from the two his shoulders seeming heavier and his ears were back in slight discomfort before heading off to talk to hades, Yeah... see ya guys. then he was gone in a flash of werewolf speed to confront the ruler of the shades.

AngelEyes bows and takes her leave before pausing realizing she had never gotten a name. "I am Naira Belle Amory...those close to me call me Angel Eyes and yourself?"

Connor nods at her introduction "Connor" He states simply. To him, his last name didn't matter. Not like it was ever spoken anyways.

AngelEyes smiles and bows her head. "Connor...see you soon." she murmurs and spins on her heel to leave the shades.

Connor bows his head slightly before staring back over the surface of the lake

Secrets, Stories, and Curses Part 3

Aurelie walks in smiling, her lavender eyes scanning the tables till she finds her house. Skipping over to the Hufflepuff table she slings the leather messenger bag off of her shoulders, digging around and pulling out a Charms textbook. She begins to read the chapter they went over in class and tilts her head, her nose practically buried in the book as she goes over the many spells written in it.


| A small figure walks into the Grand Hall of Hogwarts cloaked in black a hood shrouding his face. Remembering a time where he used to go here he walks down the tables running his hand along the Ravenclaw table. I'll break that curse, he thinks angrily, a blood-red shape showing through the shadows of the hood before disappearing again. He looks around the room trying to see if anyone was there. Seeing a girl he abandons what he was going to attempts and instead pulls down his hood, revealing a young boy with messy dark brown hair. His eyes were the strangest. His right eye was hazel, but his other eye was blue. That wasn't the strange bit. His eyes seemed to change from blue to yellow, then back to blue in under a second.

Aurelie glances over at the only other person in the room, a young boy with messy and dark hair and strange eyes. Though she couldn't really comment on strangeness, after all, what person had lavender eyes? She remembered asking her mother, days before her parents' death why her eyes were that way. Her mother hadn't given her an answer. Shaking her head to rid the thought of her parents, she buries her nose deeper into the book. Trying to focus on the words instead of the dark thoughts she was having just then.

Connor Coleman | With his hood down the boy felt too open. To revealed. He felt that the longer he had his hood down, the better the chance his enemies would find him. Yet he didn't want to appear as a dark character to everyone at Hogwarts. No, it was best to keep the hood off. For now at least. Looking over at the girl from earlier, he noticed she had a book in her hands. Maybe she knew a... No, most likely not. Though it couldn't hurt to try, can it? As the boy stood thinking about whether to talk to the girl or not, the realization that the girl would not be an enemy or working for an enemy became more apparent. After all, she was only a student, and his enemies wouldn't use polyjuice to come here on the off chance that he might be here. No, he would go talk. The boy then turned away from the Ravenclaw table and towards the Hufflepuff table. As he stepped up he made his presence known "Hello."

Aurelie glances up from her book, turning her lavender eyes to the boy from before. Realizing he had just spoken she shyly replied in a soft voice, heavy with a french accent, "Umm... Bonjour Monsieur."

Connor Coleman | The boy nods politely slightly surprised at the accent before speaking "Bonjour. I was wondering what book you were reading?"He decided to build his way up and make sure she was trustworthy and proving his own trustworthiness before going on to why he really wanted to speak.

Aurelie smiles politely at the boy, replying in the same soft voice. "I was reading a book on... a form of magic." She decided not to tell him what her intentions were in reading the book, knowing he, like most people, wouldn't understand her situation. She smiles politely at him once more before turning her strange eyes back to the book, swiping a strand of her blonde hair behind her ear.

Connor Coleman | The boy raises a brow at her evasiveness "A form of magic?" he questions suspiciously, even though he might seem a bit suspicious himself "Seems a bit vague, don't you think?" He smiles trying to ease her into telling him about the book. For all the boy knew, it could be the very thing that could help him "I don't care if you're reading anything dark. I'm just curious."

Aurelie tilts her head slightly at him and smiles. "Sometimes one must be vague to protect themselves, no?" She goes back to reading, trying to avoid all of the suspicious thoughts springing into her head about the boy. He wasn't with them, was he? Was he after her? She had no way of knowing if he was a part of that wretched organization, so until proven trustworthy she decided to be vague with the boy.

Connor Coleman | The boy circles around to the other side of her, trying to get a glimpse of the book before speaking "The vague usually are vague because they cannot protect themselves any other way. Is that true in this particular case?" The boy asked before sitting down "Tell you what" He says with a small smile on his face "Since I haven't introduced myself yet" He holds out his hand "I'm Connor" The boy says hoping that introduce himself would show him to be trustworthy. After all, what intelligent enemy would introduce themselves.

Aurelie blinks at him with her lavender eyes questioningly, what enemy introduces themselves? She sighs and shrugs, shaking his hand with her smaller one and smiling softly. "Aurelie, Aurelie Monreau."

Connor Coleman | The boy smiles at the fact that he was on the right track "Now, since we're on friendly terms," The boy spoke knowing full well that introducing yourself was only the start of the path to friendly terms "Could you tell me what you're reading, and I'll tell you why I'm curious?" he spoke hoping that that would pique the Aurelie's interest.

Aurelie raises an eyebrow slightly and hums, replying softly. "If I'm going to tell you that, you must promise not to tell anyone. It is extremely important no one finds out." She looks at him waiting.

Connor Coleman | The boy raises a brow curiously "Suspicious behavior for a young girl." He says before answering "But, very well, I agree."

Aurelie smiles slightly. "And your behavior isn't suspicious for a young boy? Though you agreed, so I suppose I must tell you." She shows him the cover of the book. The cover showing that it is an advanced Dark Arts spell book, banned in most areas of the wizarding world. She tilts her head curiously, wondering what his reaction will be.

Connor Coleman |The boy laughs at what she said "If you only knew" he says before looking at the cover with interest "Where did you get this?" before he could get answer he continued speaking "Never mind that, does it contain anything about curses?" he asks figuring he's closer to his goal than he was a few minutes ago.

Aurelie tilts her head at him, humming in thought. "You did say earlier you would tell me why you are so curious about the book. I myself am curious as well. Why so interested?"

Connor Coleman | The boy looks in surprise at her while angry with himself for saying that. He sighs before saying "I guess I did say I would." The boy thinking to himself of a way to get away with not telling everything, decides to say "Do you want the long explanation or the short one?"

Aurelie smiles slightly. "I'd prefer the long explanation, I enjoy details. Tell you what, if you tell me. I'll tell you why I was reading it in the first place. Deal?"
| The boy, clearly intrigued raises a brow "Interesting. Although to explain my curiosity, it would be a long story." He says hoping to convince her to take the short story. "Are you sure you want the long explanation? If so, then we have a deal"

Aurelie hums and nods. "I have time, I would like to hear the long explanation."

Connor Coleman |The boy sighs defeated "Very well. To put it simply at first. I have been cursed." He says watching the girls reactions "You know the saying 'Looks Can Deceive'? That applies here. I am a little over three thousand years old" He stopped just in case she didn't believe him or had anything to say.

Aurelie raises an eyebrow and hums to herself softly, not saying anything but looking extremely curious.

Connor looks on curious at the girl, surprised that she didn't say anything unlike the few others who've heard his story, But he didn't count it out yet "I was born in another realm. Before I continue, What do you know of Vampires? Not just the ones on this realm but all vampires?"

Aurelie hums and grins, replying. "From what I've heard, they sparkle. Though you don't seem very sparkly to me."

Connor growls at the girl "Do not insult vampires from that trash" He calms himself down before continuing "Anyways. I wasn't your average vampire. I was a vampire of the Temporia Clan, Manipulators of time"

Aurelie smiles at the trash comment and snickers slightly, continuing to listen. "Manipulators of time? Sounds interesting. Seems like you're Clan is powerful as well."

Connor shakes his head sadly "They were. Even before my curse, the clan was dying. Now that the curse has come upon me the Clan is dead. The curse stripped me of all my abilities and powers. And has made me this young human"

Aurelie looks at him with empathy. "It must be terrible having to be so alone." She thinks of her own situation and shakes her head, realizing how alone they both seem to be.

| Connor nods agreeing with what she's saying "Now you see why I was curious. I want to break that curse. I need to break that curse."

Aurelie hums and taps her chin in thought. "I suppose since I got the long explanation it's time to tell my sob story."

Connor Coleman | Raises a brow curious, but shakes his head "You don't have to." he says, though his own curiosity outweighs his want to prove his trust.

Aurelie smiles. "No, I promised. And even though I don't know you very well you will soon learn, I always keep my promises.

Secrets, Stories, and Curses Part 2

Connor |The small figure walks into the dark alley and takes a few twists and turns until he is satisfied that the location is secure. He then turns around and faces the woman before speaking "To truly explain the curse I have to start at the very beginning. You may offer commentary if you wish, I am sure bits may surprise you."

Ali nods muttering, "well you might like to know my story if you choose you can trust me afterward"

Connor sighs before beginning "I was born a little over three thousand years ago in another realm. My father, a vampire was the founder of two groups that did much good. My mother was a vampire of the temporia clan"

Ali pulls out a small book starting to write

Connor raises a brow at the book but continues nonetheless "The clan, as its name suggests, had the ability to manipulate time. Not fully change it, but manipulate it. Shortly after my birth my mother died leaving me the last remaining member of the clan, and it's leader"

Ali spoke "wait back up nobody else was in this clan" pulls another book out rapidly flipping through the pages

Connor shakes his head "No, It was once a grand clan, but most of its members had given their lives for others"

Ali looks up her eyebrows scrunched together "were you supposed to build the clan up?"

Connor sighs "I do not know, but if I have the chance, I will. Anyways, I studied under my father's rule and found myself enjoying the art of stealth. But eventually war came to my realm, and I was sent to this realm in the future shortly before my father created the groups."

Ali: "You said your father had two clans that did much good stealth doesn't usually bring much good,Lets" she says flipping to a page of the book she was writing in. Ali then looks up "I should know"
Connor laughs "It may seem that wLet'ssay you knew that a dark group was rising and you wanted to find out about it, how would you go about it? Infiltration of course. Stealth is not good or evil it is merely the tool of the people who know how to use it."

Ali sighs quickly taking a note muttering something

Connor nods knowingly "Back to the story. I studied at Hogwarts learning the magic, as well as a woman who's name I will not disclose whom I learned stealth under. But eventually the time came when the first group was formed. I did not join until a bit later but it is importand nonetheless"

Ali mutters, "what did the first group want"

Connor sighs "Like I've said before, to vanquish evil. It started with my father summoning Death Eaters to his location while he was with a small group of people. The battle lasted minutes and my father asked them if they would help them with defeating a truly evil man."

Ali looks down thoughtfully then looks back up "Are you saying he wanted to work WITH then death eaters?"

Connor laughs "Sorry to confuse you. But he fought the Death eaters with the people he asked to help him. You could say he summoned the death eaters to test their skill"

Ali nods "ahh" scribbles something down

Connor smiles "When they agreed, he took them to the Forbidden Realm to defeat the villain, Rhajet. When they succeeded the decided to form a team on a more permanant basis as the OS"

Ali stiffens at Rhajet then continues to write trying to act natural

Connor notices her stiffening "You've heard the name before?"

Ali's eyes go wide and pretends she didn't hear him

Connor narrows his eyes "You know him. Which one?"

Ali says "oh nothing I don't know them"

[The next part of the rp was lost in confusion and my internet not working very well.]

Secrets, Stories, and Curses Part. 1

Connor |A small figure walks along the Dark alleys of Knockturn Alley a hood shrouding his face, and his cloak billowing behind him. He walks onto the main path where most of the shops were kept and looks up at the sky as if expecting something to be there or change. He looks around to see if anyone is around before sitting at a bench. Keeping an eye out for any people he keeps moving his hands in strange ways like gestures.

Ali watches the boy on the bench suspiciously slowly walking over to him

Connor |The figure, hearing the tapping of feet turns to the woman walking towards him. Instantly he stops what he was doing and shoves his hands in the pockets of his robes "Hello?" he as he raises his brow at her wondering what she was doing here and why she was walking towards him.

Ali immediately changes her expression smiling "nothing nothing so what are you doing in are fine um place"

Connor laughs silently "This is no fine place, and everyone knows it" His eyes stay arched in the air as he continues on "What I was doing here is not important. I would not easily reveal myself to possible enemies. What might you have been doing in this dark place?

Ali looks him over "you're correct to not trust me but I'm a loyal ally but to others, I'm an unforgivable enemy I have knowledge some couldn't even dream of so what do you think?"

Connor laughs "You sound like me back a long time ago. Before I was cursed. You may be a loyal ally to some, but you could be allied with my enemies. No, I learned not to trust anyone decades ago."

Ali smiles "cursed you say I bet I could help what type of curse and I ally with few that"

Connor shrugs "A curse that made me young again, a curse that took away my abilities. A curse that has made me human. Few know how to reverse it. Fewer still can reverse it"

Ali looks at him "you do realize you just oh never mind" opens the bag on her back pulling out a book flipping through it

Connor sighs "You wish to know my story? Fine, You wish to find out if you can reverse the curse? Fine. Just prepare yourself for a long story. And not here either, I would not reveal who I am in such open area." he turns around and walks into a darkened alley not even glancing back to see if she was following. If she did, well, it was a small chance of reversing the curse, if not, one less person to trust

Ali follows him knowing what she's doing as she's dealt with many curses

Fears and Demons

Jack Eliv holds out his hand for Mel "Yay, yay it was a little funny. It really is cute when yearlings power level is Goku status" Jack then beckons for Dusty to come close "House elf bring Connor here

Connor Coleman walks in, his arms folded and brow arched in surprise. "You requested my presence?"

Jack Eliv glares for a split second, retracting his hand "Yes I'm sure it was" sneering "Well I guess it is normal now that I keep running into you cutie" turning to looking at the boy as he enters, glaring at Mel one last time before he looks at the student "Yes I requested your presence" Jack stares down at him "You have a brain, yes? A working one I hope?" questioning the boy's wit

Connor Coleman glares at the man a red glow shining from under his cloak "Do not insult me. I have gained intelligence over the many years I've been alive"

Jack Eliv ||Returning the glare himself, Jack lets his wand slip from the inside of his sleeve "I'm sure you have"a row of fangs smiling down at the boy "But what do you know of your fears?" The shadows swirling about Jack's form, oozing from his suit jacket "What have you seen in those years you speak of?" Jack reaches out with his mind, attempting to rip away the layers of. Digging for the child's fears to feast upon.

Connor steps forward facing the man glad he had learned to protect his mind long ago "I have seen much. None of which you shall learn of. My secrets are mine alone. And if you wish to challenge me, you should have done that years ago when I had my powers. It is useless to fight a man at his weakest"

Jack Eliv ||The suit that Jack wore, peels itself away. Revealing an empty shell, it centers a swirling black mist. The rolls out and over the ground, surrounding the boy. Soon the alley darkens,  the few lights blinking out. "I wish more than to challenge you my friend" a voice echoes out from the shadows "Now let's take you back, back to where your fall began" The darkness shifting with random images & colors. Jack tries harder to break through the boy's defenses. Slamming his thoughts like Iron fists against his mind's walls

Connor |The strains of keeping his barriers up starts to show on his face "Before I fell? What do you mean by that?" He tries to hide his strain with a smile and his conversation. "I don't tell my story to just anyone you see. I have enemies everywhere."

Jack Eliv ||A sinister laughter cackles through the swirling images. "I will tell you, that I am your friend" the voice pushing the thought at the barriers of the boy's mind. Dulling the pain of the pressure with artificial kindness. The kind that smelled like sweets & tasted like happy dreams. The world spins around the boy, the images swirling in circles. If I can get him off balance, Jack thinks to himself, causing the images to spin & spin.

Connor shakes his head "Tsk, Tsk. It'll take a lot more than that to convince me 'Friend'" Even though he knew he couldn't he tried to call upon his powers. He hoped that in his desperate need, his curse would break. So he concentrated on moving time around even though he knew it would reveal what one of his old powers was. When nothing happened he decided to rely on his stealth and ran to the darkest part of the shadows before moving along them silently hoping that he wouldn't be found all the while feeling his barriers start to crack.

Jack Eliv ||Another ring of laughter bounces through the alley as the boy attempts to run "You are right I am /Not/ your friend" the images stop "I am your fears!" A spike shoots from the shadows aiming at the student. Jack continues to batter at the boy's mind. Using all the power he had left to tear down the boy's walls. "Show Me Your Memories!" the shouts adding more distraction. The mist thickens within the alley, clogging the air with dense vapor. I'll suffocate the little brat if I have to Jack thinks as he tightens the mist to cut off the boy's air.

Connor laughs "How could you be my fears if you've never heard of my fears, " he said dodging the spike before throwing a dagger at the man knowing it wouldn't really do anything "You could just ask nicely" he taunts wit the realization that his barriers could break any second.

Jack Eliv ||A knife flies at his form, a smile plays on his face. Jack's body poofs away into the mist. "What would be the fun in that" the disembodied voice calls out in the darkness. Two more spikes shoot out from the darkness I'll kill the little brat if I have to. I swear I'll just plain kill him Jack fumes within his mind. More and more he tightens his grip on the shadows, anger shooting more spikes randomly within the swirling mists. "Give Me Your Heart" screaming out of the darkness. He forms fists to hit the child, strangle him, and rip his clothes.

Connor laughs "we are having great fun are we not but even best of times have to end" He stares at the man who is about to kill him before saying "You know, trying to enter a mind works both ways." he said attacking the man's mind, hoping it would throw him off guard so he could start his backup plan

Jack Eliv ||An unexpected pressure splashes over Jack's mind. but how? the mist loosening its grip as the man tries to control his mind. He can feel the boy trying to crack into his mind bad idea the voice says within Jack's mind. The mist, the spikes, the fists, all of it dissolves away. You want to see what lives within my mind? his human form reappearing behind the boy.  "Have at it then" grabbing the boy's skull he opens his own mind to the intrusion. Letting the pain he felt flow as fast & strong as a broken damn. Jack draws the boy into his trap, showing him the demons that lay within. The images consisting of flashing colors of red & black. The pain was like fire, peeling away at a person's flesh "This will not kill you" Jack cackles the years of loneliness flooding through the connection. "It works both ways" he laughs as lets his burden of demons fester in hunger.

Connor's knees buckle at the sudden barrage of images but quickly stands up to them, realizing that his only hope was to send him images of worse. "You think those are horrible?" he laughs trying to act nonchalant "Here see some of mine," he said before sending the man images and the pain that went with them of torture, dying, and thousands of years of pain Have a taste of true horrors" He then sent more images of creatures that had torn him limb from limb, and more "It works both ways" he taunts.

Jack Eliv's mind swirls as the images hit him. His fangs gleam in the low light as the pain washes over him "yesss" the man's form darkens as the emotions pass into him. "This is what I wanted" The demons feast upon the memories, devouring them as soon as they appear. Jack lets go of the boy's skull, feeling his power return, he stands taller. Jack's fangs ooze with the thoughts of things that make one cry as they try to sleep. The nightmares feeding his cravings, Jack lets out a long, satisfied sigh "Aw now that was tasty" rubbing his stomach in delight.

Connor frowns "That didn't go according to plan. Well, plans rarely work out right." he shrugs and looks at the man "Well you got what you wanted. So am I done here?" He asks nonchalantly knowing full well that after the challenge he gave, he'd most likely be killed, or at least the man would try to kill him.

Hopeless Bait

Diagon Alley had never been known for dark wizards. It was mainly a place for people to shop. But one building, particularly close to Knocturn Alley contained many dark secrets. One secret, in particular, was in its basement. The basement was as dark and as damp as they come. The main area of the basement was mostly bare, but against the far wall was a cell. And inside that cell was a Hogwarts student. His body was battered and broken, and the light in his eyes was completely gone. Yet the boy, Connor, held on to one thing. Hope. Hope that he would see his friends again, hope that he would see his family again. Connor dragged himself over to the far wall where he lay in endless agony. His eyes turned to a blood red as he started to hear the rap-tap of feet against stairs, but held his tongue. A tall man strode into the room yet kept to the shadows. Clearly, the man didn't want to be seen by him. It wasn't until he realized that the man wouldn't speak did he speak himself "What do you want?" he practically shouted, rage getting in the way of his common sense. The man gave a light chuckle "Bait" and with that he left the room, leaving Connor alone in the darkness.

Vanashing Fears

The shades had never been bright, but this day seemed particularly gloomier to Connor. He'd been in this realm for two years without so much as a note. He didn't know what was happening at his home. For all he knew, the war could have been lost, something told him that that wasn't true. Connor strode into the shades his long, dark brown hair was matted to his head and his robes were soaked. He raised his hands to his face rubbing his eyes in a frantic attempt to get the water from his eyes, but before he stopped and started running towards the lake. He was already soaked and didn't want to have anything to do with water so soon, but at the lake, he'd be at a more strategic advantage where there was a large amount of water. He knew what was about to happen and had been warned about it by his father several times before, but yet standing here and facing it now seemed almost impossible. He looked around the ring around his left hazel eye clearly showing a bright yellow. Fear. For just a moment there was silence. Just silence. Then the sound of a sword scraping on the ground filled the shades. It lasted for a full painful minute. And then there was nothing. Connor's breathing shallowed as he fell to the ground. What is happening? he thought not able to find the ability to speak through his pain. And when his breath stopped did his pain end. Connor tried to wrap his mind around how he was still alive. But to anyone who happened have seen him in the shades, he was gone.

New Friend, Old Topics

On the streets of Knockturrn Alley, all was quiet. The day had drawn long and most of its inhabitants were either asleep or in one of the dark taverns that littered the small street. The sky seemed to twinkle as if they knew that not all was as it seemed on this silent night. A strange figure entered the small street knowing that it would seem strange for someone like him to be here. The figure passed empty shops and cluttered taverns until he reached a point that either he wanted to be or he couldn't decide where to go. He had approached a fork in the road. One road wound itself between buildings like a serpent. The other traveled off a long way. The street had no buildings near it except for the ones at the fork. The figure paused and removed the blue hood that shrouded his face revealing what he looked like to the air around him. He had dark brown hair, wild and messy in places. His eyes were a bit unique. The left eye was hazel, and the right a deep ocean blue. The ring around the iris in his hazel eyes changed color depending on his mood. Right now the ring matched his right eye in color. He looked up at the sky as if he knew someone was going to be here.

Lilith Cole enters the alley. The hood of her long black cloak was drawn up over her head concealing her black and silver hair and hiding her face from view. She did not want anyone to notice her here. The heels on her boots made a soft clicking noise against the cobblestone as she walked along quickly. Her teal eyes, under the hood, were darting rapidly from side to side taking in the backdrop of abandoned buildings and those that were closed for the night. Approaching the end of the street she was on she noticed that the road forked off and that up ahead stood a figure gazing up at the night sky as if contemplating the universe. She quickly looked around for a spot to hide to further investigate this person. Noticing a gap, hidden in shadows, between two of the buildings she quickly ducked in making sure that the shadows concealed her presence as well as the hood concealed her face.

The silent tapping of his foot hitting the cobbled road reached the figure's ears. He looked down from the sky and looked around his eyes darting around the streets searching for who the tapping belonged to. Upon seeing no one around he closed his eyes concentrating on what appeared, to outside eyes, to be nothing, when in fact, he was concentrating on a power he used had a bit of fun using. When he opened his the lids of his eyes his eyes were no longer hazel and blue. They were teal. He looked at the scene in front of him, although he wasn't seeing what was laid out in front of him, he saw what the person nearby saw. Once he had gotten all he needed to know he closed his eyes again releasing the ability. He staggered backward opening his eyes again revealing his normal eyes. He leaned against a wall to hold himself up, as the ability always left him much weaker after using it. "H-Hello" he spoke stuttering "I know you're here"

Lilith Cole growls softly as she feels a presence not her own in her head. It had to have been coming from the only other person that was present in the alley. Her eyes glowed an eerie teal color as her temper flared slightly before she immediately calmed down as the figure spoke. Smiling slightly she stepped slightly out of the shadows not speaking.

The figure watches as the girl steps out from the shadows. He smiles, his eyes glinting as he pushes himself away from the wall his strength recovered "I'm sorry for entering your mind" he spoke stringing his words together eloquently "It was necessary to find where you were." He started walking towards her quick in pace yet slow to him "I am Connor Coleman. Head of the Temporia Clan." He said formally. It was one of the things that were drilled into his head from his realm 'Name and Title first, then talk freely. So that's what he always did except he never told his second title, though his father would be dismayed, as he didn't like the reactions he got.

Lilith Cole smirks slightly under her hood at the person in front of her. It was quite obvious that the stranger was not human, however, just what he was exactly was a mystery to her. Shocked by his apology for invading her mind, she smiled before speaking to him, her voice soft and unsure "I can accept your apology...just keep in mind that there are things in my head that I would rather not share with someone I have only just met." She lowered her hood as he introduced himself, revealing her bright teal eyes and long black and silver hair as well as the elongated canines that only flashed when she spoke a certain way. Her eyes widened slightly when she heard the name of his clan. The man in front of her could only be one thing with a title like that the man in front of her, she now knew, was a vampire.

Connor smiles slightly before speaking "I try to refrain from seeing that which people do not want me to know, unless the fates show me it in a vision" He spoke noting that the girl didn't introduce herself but he didn't mind as he was more surprised to her reaction to his clan "So, you've heard of us?" He spoke eyes wide yet smiling all the while "I commend you. Not many in this realm have" He laughed silently as he walked slightly closer "Tell me, How did you hear of the Time Vampires?" he asked knowing there were only two others besides him in this realm

Lilith Cole smiles a little at Connor deciding that she liked his sense of humor and decided to introduce herself "I seem to have been rather rude to a very important person by not introducing myself after you did. My name is Lilith Cole and I don't have a fancy title" she says with a small chuckle before answering his question "My biological father was a demon very high up on the food chain. When he left my biological mother and I she kept all of his old journals which are now mine."

Connor bows his head "A pleasure to meet you." He spoke before looking up again chuckling "If I had a dime for every title, I'd be a very rich person indeed" He spoke listening. "My own biological father was high up as well. Old too" he joked dryly "He was without a doubt an important person. More important than I, certainly" He sighed silently thinking of the war that was taking place in his realm "But I digress. I am quite curious to hear how you've heard of my clan. This is the first time in centuries that we've come to this realm" He asked hoping to get an answer this time

Lilith Cole smiles at Connor her fangs flashing slightly as she did. "My father had the power to jump from realm to realm at will. He recorded all of his travels in a series of journals which I have read so many times that I now have them memorized. These journals spoke of a bunch of encounters with your clan and that they should be shown respect at all times."

Connor smiles "Your father was a wise man then" He spoke while in his mind he was trying to think things out "I didn't think it was possible to enter the realm without permission." He spoke aloud as this thoughts overwhelmed him "Then again, a lot of powerful people were invited to my father's court" He continued not realizing that he said court which normally adhered to royalty "My father wasn't one of my clan though, it was my mother who was it's head at that time" He spoke even though it was not necessary information.

Lilith Cole smirks at the comment about her father "that is where you are wrong...my father was an arrogant jerk who didn't care about anyone other than himself" she said her tone of voice cold and harsh as her eyes flashed to sapphire blue for a moment. She chuckled when she realized that she was essentially talking to a member of the royal vampire court. Chuckling slightly about his comment about his parents she replied: "well sometimes women are better leaders than men."

Connor shrugs his shoulders slightly "Perhaps, but it is not my place to judge" he spoke laughing slightly "That depends on the person. I myself believe that no one gender is better than another." He spoke leaning against a nearby wall "Especially seeing as I never knew my mother until the day she died"

Lilith Cole smiles sadly at the thoughts of her own biological mother that his statement produced. Her eyes darkened as the memories flashed through her head. Memories of her mother's words and the time she had spent at the orphanage and all that happened there. She shook her head slightly to drive the memories back where they belonged before she spoke: "Well as fun as this conversation has been, I really should be going...it was an honor to meet you."

Connor notices the reaction that his words had but said nothing. "It was nice meeting you" He spoke bringing himself into a formal bow "The honor is mine" He straightened himself up and
spoke "Goodbye. May our paths cross again"
Lilith Cole quirks her eyebrow at the bow and giggles quietly and the vampire before pulling up her hood and disappearing from the alley in bright teal flames. She didn't know if she would ever see the vampire again but she certainly hoped so.

Connor walked out of Knockturrn Alley understanding why the fates had brought him here.

Training to be Sneaky, No Equipment

KCMiller: Reaper exits his stealth mode and turns, saying in his robotic voice, "Stealth Course, here." He rolls towards the back wall, near where the powerful weapon was kept and stopped. A moment later, the wall seemed to shimmer and a door appeared. Reaper rolled back, saying, "Master Connor's Stealth Course, here."

Connor || He looked at the door holding out his hand at the door knob, but he hesitated. Should he be the one to go first, if he had nothing to compare to? But he thought better of it and opened the door and stepped inside not sure of what to expect. At the most, if he failed the course, he could always end up practicing, or try to find something he was better at.

KCMiller ||Inside the room, a strange blue light scanned Connor, then the room seemed to shimmer before lights came on, revealing a set stealth course made specifically for his build, size, and weight. Reaper rolled into the room and rolled to a wall where a large TV screen seemed to melt onto the wall. The screen lit up and showed every detail of the course, as well ad where they stood. Several specifically designed "enemy targets" were scattered about the course, which was shown on the screen. Reaper turned and faced him. "Goal: hit all targets. Time to Complete: Not set. Designated Weapon: Dagger only. Begin when Ready."

Connor Coleman felt a wave of excitement as the course revealed itself. He breathed out before stretching out prepare himself. He nodded grabbing the dagger given to him when he left his realm. It was old and worn out but it still worked really well. He looked up at the screen examining the course before stating "I'm ready. Reaper where do I go to start?" he asked worried that he wouldn't be good at stealth at all.

 KCMiller (Reaper) "Begin at any point. Invasion Area: Enemy Target Home." The layout of the house on the screen spun slowly showing several different stealthy entrances that could be used.

Connor Coleman nods slowly trying to figure out what to do. In a conversation, he could easily figure things out, however, when he was staring it in the face, his mind betrayed him "Well it's not like I'm going to waltz in through the front door" he joked trying to lighten his mind, to relax and think more clearly. It worked, if only slightly. He could climb in through a window but he thought that plan might not work. He decided to try anyway. If that didn't work he could always try the course again, right? He decided not to think of it. He decided to ask for a suggestion instead. Reaper, any suggestions? I'm a bit new to this."

KCMiller (Reaper) turns to the screen above him. "Three points of entry: Here-" the back door lit up. "-Here-" The window in the dining room lit up, as no one was there and there were potted trees to hide behind, "- and here." A window leading to the basement appeared, which was cracked and easily able to be opened. Turning back to Connor, Reaper said, "Points to enter undetected: found."

Connor Coleman hums as he examines the points of entry. He figured that the best point of entry would be the basement as those were usually dark. He took off his shoes as they would make too much noise once inside. Once he was barefoot he looked at Reaper "Reaper, is there better equipment, as all I have is this old dagger?

KCMiller (Reaper) rolls out of the room then returns holding a large box. Inside was a phone-like object, which Reaper lit up to show a 3D version of what was on the screen. At the press of a finger, it could turn, zoom into a room, a point of access, show all points of danger in the house/ building as well as show where any and all life forms were located. The next thing was a set of four new daggers, black blades so the light didn't catch it, and set of small throwing stars that disintegrated in five minutes of hitting the target. A leg strap for the daggers and a star belt was included. Night vision "sunglasses" were in the box as well. Strange black shoes that were soft and noiseless on the bottom, as well as waterproof, were at the bottom.

Connor Coleman looks eyes wide at the equipment "I was not expecting that" he mutters "Ok, let's get equipped" He spoke putting on the shoes first as he didn't have shoes on at the moment. He then put on the strap and belt. He put the throwing stars in the belt even though he wasn't going to use them. He didn't think he would need four daggers, but he put them in anyways.

Old and New Friend, Past and Future

Jem jumps in and lands with a soft thud behind Connor.

Connor Coleman nods his head in greeting to Jem

Jem grins "Hello. You look...familiar. Have we met before?"

Connor Coleman shrugs slightly "Yes and no. We will know each other in your past, and my future"

Jem Hayden tilts her head slightly "Well I haven't been to your future. And I remember everyone I have met since being turned." she pouts slightly "Was I human when we met the first time?"

Connor Coleman shakes his head "I believe you were turned then." He held out his hand before speaking "To avoid confusion, I'll introduce myself. Connor Coleman." He smiles slightly both to be polite as well as what he imagined would be her reaction.

Jem frowns slightly then shakes her head "I'm sorry, you don't look familiar."  she starts before shaking the boys hand out of politeness "Connor Coleman."  she mutters his name before introducing herself "Jem. Jem Canon. But you already know that don't you. How silly of me."  she laughs slightly, nervous for some reason.

Connor Coleman smiles again "Yes and no." he spoke picking up on her nervousness yet not saying anything "I'll give you a little bit of a hint. You knew my father. He trusted you, Alan, and Lea with his life" he refrained from laughing as he knew that just saying those names would be a hint within itself.

Jem frowns, confused as she listens, running a hand through her waist-length bubblegum pink hair. She raises her eyebrows as he mentions her family and friends before looking at him closer. She recognized certain features on his face. Holding a hand out she pokes his nose and touches his cheek before grinning from ear to ear "You're Donovan's kid, right?"

Connor Coleman smiles giddily as she started to figure it out. His eyes, one hazel, the other blue, seemed to be twinkling as if he loved giving hints and riddles "Correct, although I was adopted when I came to this realm, an Idea of my fathers, to better understand this realm."

Jem chuckles at herself for being able to work it out, although she wasn't sure why she didn't get it sooner. Those eyes gave everything away. "This realm, why would you want to come here? Unless there.."  she stops, pulling Connor to one side and away from listening ears "What's happened in your realm, Connor?"

Connor Coleman grimaces slightly "I see my father never told you about the war that sieged his realm years ago, for him anyway." He spoke silently.

Jem shakes her head slowly "I don't think he did." she mutters, sitting down and patting the ground next to her, inviting him to sit "There's a lot of things he never told me, Connor. I was only a girl when I first met him. Well, I guess I still am."  she half grins, pointing at her frozen-in-time twenty-year-old body "The adults spoke with themselves most of the time."

Connor Coleman smiles knowingly "Everyone in the group met him when they were children. He always preferred training people when they were young, as for most people are innocent as a child" He then laughed silently at the statement before continuing solemnly "I can understand why he wouldn't tell anyone about that"

Jem snorts slightly "He liked training kids."  she giggles "Well things have changed since then. Alan was my son from another dimension, Lea is now my sister in law after I married her brother after he was sent to kill me."  she sighs, a smile on her face as she leans back against a dead tree "I still don't get told a lot of things, even now."

Connor Coleman smiles again mysteriously "I know all of these things, It may be the future to me, but I still know this" "He sat down gazing at the lake for a brief second before speaking again "You may not understand it but this is your present. You were destined to join the OS, you were destined to become a seer. I know the future and your future is bright, along with all of the old members." he smiled mysteriously again.

Jem laughs "Why didn't I guess that. You other dimensioners seem to know a lot about the past and the future." she glances over at him "Alan is the same."  she closes her eyes, sighing slightly "Why so mysterious, Connor."  she grins, opening her eyes to look directly at him.

Connor Coleman laughs "Knowing that which others don't know can be sometimes fun, but most dangerous."  He sighed before speaking what he normally wouldn't tell people, but as his father trusted her, he felt --he should too "And I do not get my knowledge from being from another dimension. I get it from my father who calls his job the 'Shepard of the Prophecies'"

Jem chuckles up properly "Yes, I know all about knowing the future before others."  she winks, tapping her head "Being a seer and all."  she tucks her hair behind her ear "Yes, the Prophecies."  she shudders, "He told my father about his death. So I'm not really a big fan of them. It made it worse when eve I didn't know bout that happening."

Connor Coleman smiles "I know you do. As well as that I knew you were a seer" He nods somberly at her speaking about the prophecies "Yes, I know. Although the Land of the Prophecies may be a beautiful place, what is contained is not so beautiful"

Jem nods and sighs slightly before smiling at him "I haven't had a vision for a while. Not that I'm complaining. I saw myself meeting Creven, I saw us getting married and having children. All which --have come true."  she shakes her head "I saw my son's death, it pained me for days. Maybe if I had told someone about it, he wouldn't have been killed. Things would have been different." she shakes the thought from her head, her eyes flickering to green before returning to their blue again "But things happen for a reason."  she wipes a tear from her cheek.

Connor Coleman nods understandingly "Unfortunately a lot of things are... imbalanced, including the prophecies and visions." He smiled sadly "Unfortunately once a prophecy is put in place it will come true. The same goes for visions" He spoke knowing about a few prophecies that were happening or about to happen.

Jem nods too "Yes, they really are quite ... annoying sometimes."  she tilts her head, frowning slightly, something different about the tone of his voice "What do you know, Connor? And don't say anything, because I can tell there's something either in the pipeline or about to happen very soon."

Connor Coleman smiles sadly "I know quite a lot. Several that are happening now, and several that are going to happen soon. One you know part of, yet not the entirety. Some, my father, doesn't want to release the details, and the rest, not even my father knows about"

Jem rolls her eyes, folding her arms across her chest "Well isn't that cryptic."  she scoffs slightly "Several are happening now. To me and Creven at least. he doesn't know I have had a few visions the past few months. Not as regular as they usually are, but regular enough."  she leans back against the tree "One I know part of?"  she questions.

Connor Coleman smiles at her reaction to him being cryptic "I am my father's son" He says before speaking again "I cannot say anything at this time. When you all are ready the Second Shepard will tell you" he smiled again at her last comment before quoting "When a group of many turns into a group of few"

Jem Hayden  laughs, shaking her head "You are your father's son."  she giggles, before sighing and hanging her head slightly "A group of many?"  she scowls "Well that's the most cryptic one I have heard yet."  she rolls her eyes again "Why can't they just bloody well come out with it."

Connor Coleman laughs "There are two prophecies I CAN tell you and the others now but for everything else, you'll have to wait for the Second Shepard. The one you call cryptic is among the two."

Jem snorts slightly "They are all bloody cryptic, Connor. Trust me."  she raises her eyebrows "Well, tell me about them then. But..."  she looks at her watch "Not right now. I have to go. Time to hunt down my husband to spend some time together."  she winks as she stands up.

Manthorinad's Orders

(Manthorinad)apparates in causing ripples of magic to spread outwards "The Dark Alley. Perfect name for its description." He walked around checking everywhere to make sure no one was around before taking out his wand "Expecto Patronum" A ball of light shoots out of his wand lighting up the area before taking the form of a snake. The snake circled around him before going off to another place. He paced the street holding the spell until a shapeless Patronus appeared "Why are you disturbing me?" Manthorinad turned around glaring at the Patronus, even though the face behind the Patronus couldn't see him "Don't forget who it is you work for!" he shouted before pacing again "Donovan knows that a threat is coming, somehow. We need to be prepared" the Patronus ergo the man behind it laughed "Donovan isn't hard to defeat" Manthorinad turned around "Then how is it you are stuck in Donovan's mind sending out a wandless Patronum?" He could tell that the man was fuming by the way he waited before responding "Be that as it may, I did nearly destroy the OS" Manthorinad laughed "Nearly being the operative term there. You rushed things. Struck without thinking. I have a plan, so shut up and listen. Donovan is most likely going to start up the OS again, and retrieve former active members. Then he is likely to get new members as well. So during the first meet, I will appear to introduce myself. I will play both sides, making them believe I am one of them, secretly doing whatever I can to diminish their recourses and members. When the war comes I will use the spell I learned to bring you out of Donovan's mind and once again be Rhajet. Because of what I did, we will be able to win the war, now because I would have been playing both sides, I will be able to get close to Donovan and kill him once and for all. Your orders are to Mislead Donovan in his choices for the OS. Now be gone." the shapeless Patronus disappeared and Manthorinad ended his spell before disappearing leaving the street once again quiet

Old Friends, New Enemies

(?)apparates in with such a force that a wave of energy ripples through the shades. A medium-sized man stands at the base of a tree his eyes glinting in the success of his entrance "So this is the Shades" the man speaks slowly with a smirk "And they say this place is the source of some evil. Hah." He walks among the dead examining them as he goes past "Ignorants, and fools. No hope among the dead. No hope for living either. For only once in a blue moon, do the powerful people appear. It is time to find them. For it is time for the final war to start. And I do not plan on being on the losing team" he pulls off his hood revealing a man in his early thirties, he had black medium length hair that spiked down over his blood-red eyes. His face was scarred with a slice across his left cheek. He turned around before speaking again "It is time to find allies"

Lady Mara A few meters west of where the black-haired man made his entrance, a large out of place granite boulder sat. It was about the size of a small Muggle Bug car and it also carried small flecks of an unrecognizable light blue in its make up on the east face of the stone. The side facing the newcomer. Unknowing to the unfortunate dead inhabitants of the Shades, the Mammoth rock was alive. It was one of the many disguises, no a better word yet, shells, of the Kitsune Mara. If anyone was to touch it, it felt like a stone. If anyone was to lift it, it weighed like a stone that size would. It was perfect in every way thinkable. The only visible flaw was a small, tiny fleck of gold on the North face near the top of the rock. If that was touched, the shell would dissipate, and the Fox would have to show itself. However, The Fox felt confident in herself. So she slept on in the comfort of solitude.

(?)Walks around letting go of what was about to come, and started observing his surroundings. Most of what he noticed didn't pique his interest. Mostly it was trees and tombstones scattered about here and there. The dead also wisped about to and fro, but there was one thing that raised his curiosity. A stone of remarkable features. Especially in a place as dull and gray as the shades. He walked up to it keeping an eye on it's more intriguing. He ran a finger over the stone, unknowingly touching the gold spot. He turned around his suspicions diminished. He then walked over to a tombstone curious as to how he'll find these powerful people, for certain, they exist, lest he wouldn't be here.

Lady Mara A ripple of power emits from the stone as the shell begins to wither and fade. As a stone cast in the still waters of a pond, the air ripples and distorts the image, before a flood of blue fire erupts from the top. Like a volcano spewing forth a pyroclastic blast that wrapped around the outer shell of the rock and tucked under its base. Lasting no more than a few seconds, it withers and where there once was Granite, now lay a small curled ball of white fluff, about the size of a large house cat.

(?)spins around his peripheral vision allowing him to see the sudden burst of light from what he at one point thought was a stone "Hah. I knew there was something off about that stone. But the question is... What are you? For you are not an ordinary animal. For no animal could have done that with so much power. Unless you were an Animangus, but I doubt that." He spoke as he walked up to the creature. he looked down at it as he sought to examine the creature, but he couldn't see much of anything to figure anything out "Even more curious. It seems that the only way I'll get answers is if you can actually speak. So... can you hear me?"

Lady Mara awakens from the deep slumber tainted with annoyance. What is the name of Inari.... the Kitsune curses at herself, before opening her golden eyes lazily, peeking over the top of her long tail that was wrapped around the small black dot of her nose. So...he did this. He broke my illusion and woke me. Mara lifts her head off of the cold, damp ground to glare venomously into the crimson eyes of the onyx-haired man before her. The displeasure plain to see as he speaks. Stifling a deep growl, she stands up on all four paws, the five other tails sliding out from under her body as the immortal spirit rises up. Barking once, her body becomes a mass of sapphire light as Mara places a mask on her face. The white fur melting away around her torso and legs, and shifting into a black Sakura laden Kimono, with a dark pink Obi Stash at the now human-sized waist. When the light finally dims enough to allow Mara's face to be seen, the snow-white fur on her head had to lengthen to reach the small of her Asian's form's back, and her eyes had retained their light amber hue. Altogether, shaping the Fox into a Japanese beauty around the age of 21. Glaring at the scarred man in annoyance, she speaks in her melodic accent. " If I can Speak? My Lord....do not insult me with such foolish questions." Moving her eyes from his own, she scans his body, noting the hidden power that lay inside. "You should know that ANYthing that can Shift as I have done can talk."

(?)raises his brow as the animal, which turned out to be a fox shifted before his eyes, and spoke. He found that he gazed on a little too curiously on the whole ordeal. He raises his hands in a silent retreat "Perhaps. I've been asleep for..." He hesitated for a few mere seconds before changing his words "Let's just say... I've been away for quite a while. I've been gone so long, I've no idea what the year is. So no I had no clue about any shapeshifters, other than Animangi and Werewolves." He pulled the hood over his face, not willing to reveal anything about him, that might reveal his past "Might I ask what type of specimen you are?" He asked thinking her response wasn't going to be good, but he was willing to brave the conversation as long as it drifted away from him

Lady Mara watches him cover his battle-scarred face with interest. This...dare I call him a man? Is either vain, hiding from someone, or running from his misdeeds. Mara blinks her eyes, clearing the thoughts from her mind for the moment. The male had spoken of the Werewolves and Animangi....so he must have been in this Realm at some point in his past. The Fox inside her wanted her to dig deeper, to satisfy its thirst of curiosity. But, Mara knew that pushing him for information would never work. A warm smile snakes its way upon her lips as an old saying comes floating out of her own past. You can catch more flies with honey, than vinegar. Keeping true to her mindset, the vixen moves over at his side. Taking one of her long, red nails and running it down his arm as she answers him with a sly grin. "I am Mara....a spirit to my people....some call me a messenger of Inrai... and then again...." The nail reaches the index fingertip of the man. "I'm also known as a demon of sorts...but, my Lord I ask you... in your own mind... what is it that YOU wish to call me? "

(?)nods every now and then at the story, feeling that a few parts were left out, but, he didn't mind as he was leaving out details as well. He then took her hand and removed it from himself "If there is one thing I do not like to be is touched." He then thought a moment before speaking again "I will call you by the name you've told me. And since you've shared your name with me, It's only polite that I share mine as well. But seeing as I'd rather not reveal my name at this point, you can call me Manthorinad. I guess you can say the name is a puzzle. I only give my true name to those who can solve the puzzle in my secondary name." He glanced at Mara and spoke "Now that the pleasantries are over, you haven't told me everything. After all, can you imagine my surprise after hundreds of years of... some time asleep, the first thing I see, Is a shapeshifter, beyond anything I've ever encountered before"

The Fourth War(PROPHECY, UNFINISHED)

When a group of many turns to a group of few

a fourth war will start after a chance to start anew

the war will be won but without some loss

One will die when two blades cross

The next, a vampire, will lose his mind

Attempts to restore it will leave him blind

For many years the war will last

Until a thirst for blood starts an impasse

When that thirst is quenched two will be face to face

both will die for the war to pick up the pace

In that moment, spawns one's greatest fear

But for that to happen, the other must be near

But at the end chaos will reign

As the world ends a new one will begin

An elongated journey it will take.

Until one is dead by a stake

But when all hope is lost it takes a climb

To find something to turn back time

They'll go back to before it began

But all be called to a realm before a man

At the end of the perilous quest

They'll be faced with a simple test

In order to restore what was lost

the test will be with a cost

They'll need to seek some guidance

from a man who's changed his name more than once

VATIAAV DIMENSION-air

GARWEN DIMENSION-fire
DAREABII DIMENSION-water

KARANFA DIMENSION-earth

Kataas, Daran, Varee, Gareth

The Third War

The third war was fought between the OS and Rhajet. The war was the longest war the OS had ever been in. In the end, the only way to defeat Rhajet was to kill both Donovan and Rhajet. Eventually, they found a way to combine the two of them together back into one person

The Second War

The Second War was fought between the OS and the Shadows. The shadows were an evil group with the ability to turn invisible at whim. The war was won but Donovan was split into two people, an evil version of him and him.

The First War

The First War was fought between the OS and the DE. The war was neither won nor lost as the DE's are still around

The Beginnings of the OS.

Donovan walked into the Boys Dorm keeping an eye on a group of kids that currently were there. He was under an invisibility cloak but he was sure that he wouldn't be seen. Wanting to test the kids' skills he rolled up the sleeve on his arm to reveal a faded dark mark that was forced upon his arm. He touched the mark knowing death eaters would be sure to arrive shortly afterward. He touched the mark before leaning against the wall to prepare for all hell to break loose. The students fought well, almost coordinated. They dominated the DE's at every turn. After a while, Donovan joined in the fight, and very shortly the DE's were gone. Donovan turned to the students "Very impressive" he said "I could use the help of people like you. You see I have been testing people to see if they can help me with a task, one I can not do alone. My name is Donovan Reno" The students introduced themselves as NightBringer, AlanShuzbeke, LeaWeasley, and Trandoshan(Who was eating a cake as usual) He explained about everything he could "Rhajet is the impersonation of evil. He was defeated only once before by a man named Etreya. But before we go to battle we need to train." Eventually, they finished training and went to the Forbidden Realm "You know how I said Etreya was the only person who defeated Rhajet. Well, Etreya is in this realm." It took them a while but they figured out that Donovan was Etreya. It took a long time but the battle was won by the OS, and the team learned that Rhajet was Etreya's grandfather. After the battle, the team decided to form a more permanent basis