s̶t̷e̸in̶ || Lit. Modern Fantasy || O/A

[Clock Robber]

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► ҆ ҆ Ｍａｄ ｅＢｙ: Clock Robber
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► ҆ ҆ Ｒｅａｓｏｎ : Modern Elves | Terror in Resonance | Centaurs
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► ҆ ҆ Ｌｉｔｅｒａｃｙ : lit - adv. lit
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► ҆ ҆ Ｃａｔｅｒｇｏｒｙ: Modern | Fantasy
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► ҆ ҆ Ｓｔａｔｕｓ: Open | Accepting
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OOC

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► ҆ ҆Background
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We have reached equality. But how can that be so? In this world of magical beings: Elves, trolls, vampires, and so many other magical and nonmagical creatures how can they all truly be equal? Humans have nothing more than their wit and ingenuity but that is nothing compared to the powerful magic and longevity of the elves. Humans were even the traditional prey of vampires and trolls whom they now live side by side with. Humans cannot even best other species that don’t wield magic such as centaurs or shifters in terms of physical strength or speed.

While humans inhabit some of the higher positions in the government.... It is undeniable they are the lowest rung in the social ladder. Human deaths are not taken as seriously by law enforcement. There have even been instances where crimes have even pinned on humans because they don’t have the economic power to fight charges and make cases easy for the police to close.

As bad as things are a boiling point has not been reached. Things are peaceful in the city.

Until the terrorist attacks start.

Humans would have been first to take the blame but the violent crimes were inarguably committed using magic to disembowel and butcher other magical creatures. The group does not try to hide who they are. At every scene there is a name and a warning.

“WE ARE STEIN AND IT WILL GET WORSE”

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Stein… a group of humans and half breeds who have discovered something quite terrifying… The half breeds can use Night magic and using this magic they can attach parts of other magical creatures to humans and grant them Night magic too.

Under the command of their charismatic and intelligent leader they intent to leave a mark of society and reestablish humanity as a force to be reckoned with.

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► ҆ ҆Setting
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Day Magic- The most common form of magic as well as the more 'positive' of the two types of magic. It can be used in healing in its rawest forms but also can be channeled into elemental forms of magic. The more abstract forms of this magic can be used to levitate, cast illusions, or seal things. Different kinds of magical creatures can utilize the magic in different ways. Elves are one of the few races that can master all forms of Day magic.

Night Magic- The second type of magic and far less common. Night magic is not inherently bad but the magical creatures that use it tend to be less desirable. Trolls and vampires are two primary examples of night magic users. As previously mentioned Night magic itself is not inherently evil. It can be used to do many things that Day magic can do including healing, casting illusions, and sealing things. It cannot be channeled into elemental forms but can be used in its rawest forms to cause massive destruction. Elves can use Night magic though it is frowned upon and considered to be a less civilized art. Half breeds of magical creatures and nonmagical creatures have been reported to only be able to use Night magic.

Elves- The ancient race has always enjoyed power over other beings. They are magically gifted and long lived and arguable have a natural advantage over the other races. Their lofty position throughout history has made the race very proud and even snobbish. Despite their flaws it’s true that they were responsible for the integration of the races and the ensuing peace. They still hold the highest of the high positions in the government especially in the country our story takes place in.

They are distinguished by their regal attractive looks, fair coloring, and pointed ears. Night magic wielding individuals can develop strange tattoos that they often conceal to avoid criticism and even potential excommunication.

Example: Elf

Shifters- Shifters can take one fully animal form but they cannot take a fully human shape. When in their ‘human’ form they retain many of their animal traits making them easy to spot and easy to identify what type of animal they are. The kind of animal they can transform into is limited to natural animals (typically predators like tigers, wolves, or the occasionally avians) though they are obviously much larger than their natural counterparts. The animal they can become is randomized at birth and does not seem to have anything to do with the parent’s animal.

They are the only race that can use transformation magic exclusively. The magic they use is categorized as Night magic and can only be used to change shape. Other forms of magic cannot be learned and unlike the elves they are unable to breed outside their race thus no half breeds can be created that might potentially be able to learn other forms of Night or Day magic.

Examples: Shifter | Shifter Two

Centaurs- Another nonmagical race and longtime ally to humans. They are good nature creatures and have always pushed for nonviolent conflict resolution. Similarly to humans they do not occupy the loftiest rung on the social ladder. They are regarded as inconvenient due to their size and special needs. There is not a large population in the city but there is a community in the Outer City where they can be found occupying an entire neighborhood. They are considered odd for their customs and traditions which is why they prefer their settlements in rural areas where space is cheap and fewer people protest to their lifestyles.

Examples: Centaurs

Half Breeds- Half breeds are the offspring of two races. While two different magical races producing children is frowned upon they are not nearly as loathed as the children of a nonmagical and magical parents. Though most claim that being raised by mixed parents creates an unhealthy environment for a child everyone knows that the truth is that it’s considered vulgar for two ends of the social spectrum to mix.

Half breeds can only use Night magic. Children tend to take after the ‘stronger’ parent. So if an elf and a human reproduced they would have a very elf like child. Children tend to be sterile so no quarter offspring are known to exist.

Humans- As long as elves have been at the top the humans have been struggling. They are not without resources. If any magical race has a weakness it was humans that discovered it and used it against them. They had to in order to protect themselves from attacks from the predatory magical races. Their ingenuity is arguably the only thing that puts them above other nonmagic species and prevents them from being crushed by the magical ones. Many theorize it is their short lifespan that has led them to strive to create things that not even the elves would have conceived.

In recent times elves have pushed for ‘equality’ and humans have accepted this boon. Things aren’t terrible for humans but they are far from great.

Vampires- Vampires are known for their long history of opposing humans. They have been known to prey upon humans for food even today though it is highly illegal and punishable by death if the vampire cannot prove ‘hunger insanity’. These days they feed off of animals or if they have the extra cash, can buy human blood from ‘banks’. They are the most likely of the races to openly harass and reject humans. Many establishments run by their kind bear signs making it abundantly clear humans are not welcome (which conveniently disappear around government officials).

Vampires are characterized primarily by their bat wings(which range in color to black to very pale flesh tones) and sharp teeth. Some can be rather attractive and chose to hide their wings and teeth. Vampires use Night magic exclusively and it is mostly used to incapacitate their prey.

Example: Vampire

Trolls- Yet another prominent race in the city and one of the least favorable of the magical races. Trolls make up a large sum of the city’s homeless population. This is probably due to the fact that they have lived for centuries as parasites on society. Living under bridges, in abandoned buildings, and even in the sewers. They scavenge to fulfill their powerful need to hoard. They use their Night magic to create glamors and scam people to make a living. There is a portion of the population that has adapted to modern living but they always occupy lower end jobs. They make popular body guards due to their great physical strength and sharp eyes.

Trolls are characterized by their colorful skin, horns, oversized hands, and as they age, their ugliness. The age of a troll can be measured by how warped they look. They are born looking like regular humans outside of the vibrant colorations and odd hands but as they age they become more like the trolls seen in fairytales. They are known to think of their younger years as being the ‘ugly’ stage. By the time they hit forty the process accelerates. They tend to die young.

They are one of the species that eat human flesh (an act that has been outlawed). In the Black Market they are also the ones to go to for the purchasing of human meat.

Examples: Troll | Troll

Satyrs- Some of the strongest Day magic users exist in the form of the proud, prickly, and stubborn Satyrs. They have been longtime rivals of the elves for dominance. There have even been a few wars fought between the two. Like elves, Satyrs can very strong magic. What they lack in variety the make up in strength. But their lifespan could not rival the elves and they have always been in bitter second to the elven race. They are characterized by their goat like legs/lower halves, horns, and occasionally ears and noses.

They have countries of their own and when they do stray into elven territory they always carve a niche out for themselves. They never occupy low paying jobs. They’d rather not work in public at all. They have a weak sense of community despite their great pride. All the same they feel more comfortable around their own and tend to cluster.


Fauns- The twin race to Satyrs. Some scholars argue that they are the same race or at the very least sub races. Fauns have always preferred to stay away from conflict and even modern civilizations. They are soft hearted creatures with deep ties to nature. They wield what might be the most powerful of all Day magic but have always refused to use their abilities beyond their needs. They are more fragile than their cousins. They have more deer like lower halves, large antlers, ears, noses and eyes of a hind. They have large natural color range. Green’s and browns are the most common.

Due to their pacifistic ways they have been trampled on for centuries. Their close cousin race has never done them harm but they have also never protected them either. There has been speculation in retrospect that satyrs tend to offer aid very very discreetly or indirectly and it may be the only reason the sub race has survived. In recent times they tend to live around the boarders of centaur communities as their lifestyles are compatible.

The only known faun to live in the city was the last chief of the police. He was the first of his kind to have occupied such a role and perhaps the last.

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Stein- An organization composed mostly of humans and human half breeds. They share the common goal of staging a mighty come back for humanity and the punishment of the magical elitist. They’re led by a charismatic young man with grand visions and a mind sharp enough to see them through. He is followed by a handful of halfbreeds that act as the group’s surgeons. They use their Night magic to amputate and reattach body parts granting night magic to their human subjects. All of their patients undergo the transformation willingly. Members that choose to attach so many parts or parts so large that are no longer discreet are considered very dedicated to the cause and allowed to live in the HQ.

Without exception the people of the organization are loyal and would rather die than give up the cause or turn in their fellow Stein members. They were all handpicked by their courageous and revolutionary leader.

All of their crimes are done strictly with magic and are all tagged with the phrase “WE ARE STEIN AND IT WILL GET WORSE”. Law enforcement is baffled by the use of magic and the selected targets and currently have no leads. The organization seems to be planning to make larger moves in the near future.

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► ҆ ҆Rules
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► ҆ ҆ For Starters
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Follow the TOS. Of course. No god modding or auto-hitting. Come to me if you have questions. I'm the ruling voice in this rp. Don't fight in the ooc. I mean really. We're rping.

► ҆ ҆ Application
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AS you might notice we only have a small small profile. Please don't misunderstand this as a lazy rp. I will be asking for samples to prove you're up to snuff for this rp. No intro posts if you don't mind. Send two along with the filled out profile located in the character's section. There are not any real 'roles' in this outside of the Stein group. I STRONGLY encourage you to play a Stein member but there will be suggestions and you can always ask. What you decide to play might effect my laxness. Send it all to me via PM titled "Stein"

► ҆ ҆ Restrictions
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I'm open to races not listed but you'll have to run it by me first. Some races I have ideas for and will probably be added later, others are barred, and others I have not thought of yet but I whip something up for you. Sorry to seem controlling but I just want everything to fit into the verse/ not clash with future plans.

Another major restriction will be halfbreeds. There will be fixed roles for them and there will be no more outside of these roles. They can only be 50/50 half breeds and they can not be part shifter. The number in the rp might change over time but we'll start out with two.

For characters getting parts added to them: They will only come from magical races. This excludes centaurs and shifters. Some examples of creatures that are fair game: Vampires, elves, trolls, fawns, etc.


► ҆ ҆ Posting | Literacy
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A streamline story with a good pace probably will probably be three or four paragraphs+.Add new material in your post. A huge post with no new information is not 'literate' it just makes for unpleasant reading. I under stand a short recap but don't be freaking out and trying to write a novel every time. No one is getting away with a one liner. I'll destroy you.

► ҆ ҆ Finally
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Be kind to your fellow rp-ers. Don't do anything you won't want someone to do to your characters. Stay active so everyone can have a good time. Don't be afraid to say you want to drop out. No one is going to hate you. Hell, I'll probably rp with you again some other time.

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► ҆ ҆Stein Agents
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►┇███▌*◞【MATTHEW YAMAMOTO 】HUMAN
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Mathew has suffered at the hands of magical beings more than most. He had worked hard to reverse some of the damage inflicted upon him and his family and appears to be quite successful. He is on the fast track to getting a great job and making something of himself. Yet he has suddenly decided to become a teacher despite the protests of his mentors. He works as a student teacher at a school in the Inner city. There are only a tiny handful of people who know who he really is. The brain behind Stein.













►┇███▌*◞【Jasmine 'Jazzy' Greenbarrow 】HUMAN
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The sister of a successful musician, Jazzy is a control-freak and seasoned member of Stein. As a teenage girl, she had to pay her mother's debts to a vampire loan shark by opening her veins for the blood banks, selling as often as she could, sometimes sitting in their offices a few times a week under assumed names. In the meantime, her brother worked under master instrumentalists, favored for his amazing ability with the piano and cello using the loans that had landed them in poverty. Jazzy, instead, became a debt collector and walking meal for the very vampires she was indebted to. Cynical, bitter, and determined, she holds an extreme contempt for magical folk in general and vampires in particular. When Stein offered the chance to take back the world in the name of humanity, she all but jumped on it.













►┇███▌*◞【CAIN HAWTHORNE 】HUMAN
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tab tab tab ❜:{ 30 －Stein Recruit－ Canibabey }
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Cain Hawthorne is a respectable man; he is soft-spoken, polite, formal, hardworking. He leads a simple life as a bachelor, owns a humble and tidy apartment, and works a desk job in the Employee Resources office of a prominent health-insurance agency. Though his tie may be a bit slack by the end of the day, and his hair might not always be properly combed, there the next to nothing that makes him stand out in a crowd. Nothing on the surface, anyway. Cain is what many would consider to be a sick man. Under the professionalism and warm smile lies a disturbed and violent killer with a passion for poaching the cities inhuman residents. Stein found him and has nurtured his horrid hobby, finding in him an effective and inconspicuous new agent. Though happy to go along with them for now, Cain's objectives are not exactly those of the organization. He doesn't want change and he doesn't want revolution, he just wants blood. Even without Stein behind him, Cain Hawthorne would be one of the most brutal serial killers the city has ever seen.













►┇███▌*◞【MADELINE FINCH 】HUMAN
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Madeline had always been a sickly child. With the meagre money they made, her parents couldn't afford both her medical care and a good home. So, the Finch family lived in one of the worst neighbourhoods in the city. She grew to hate her sickness and the burden it caused. Until it saved her life. One night, when Madeline was in her mid-teens, an older troll came into her home and murdered her parents - eating them in front of her. Her illness turned the troll off, so her life was spared but not her sanity. Even as an eye-witness no one came to bring her justice. She would come to enact her own. One of the first recruits of Stein, all she asked in exchange for her unconditional loyalty was for them to kill the troll who murdered her family. They did and she proudly took in its horns into herself as a trophy and a reminder. She was Stein. She was dangerous.










►┇███▌*◞【KAEL JOHNSTON 】HYBRID
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Hidden away in the Inner City Kael never got the chance to enjoy things as other children had. Growing up it was all he knew. The walls of his home and the human family taking care of him. His father and grandmother being the main two people he ever saw. There would be times in his youth when Kael tried to venture out into the world, only to be thrown into an alley and beaten nearly to death. He was an abomination, and the world was determined to make sure he knew it. Even his birth mother wanted nothing to do with him, leaving him on his father's door step in a box. His hate boiled inside of him, festered slowly. Kael was given too much fee time, he worked as an IT supervisor from home. That was how it always was, homeschooling, home working, home everything. It drove him mad, sitting in front of a computer all day only to answer emails or phone calls meant he had too much time to dig around, look into the world around him, and the woman that left him behind. His job soon became easier for him than expected. A human had came to him in the night with information regarding said woman. Since then hiding had become a thing of the past. He no longer let those believe he weaker than them for his human genes. He showed them, oh he showed them what he was capable of.








►┇███▌*◞【JULIAN SOTO 】HUMAN
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Julian grew up in an average human home. One mother, one father and now a bouncing baby brother of five years. Life was stable like this for many years, allowing for him to live through his high school life comfortably, that was until a particular satyr took over the company at which his father worked at. Letting go each and every human employee for being of lesser value than those of higher “lineage”. As one could imagine this did not set well with the arrogant teen. Doing his research and digging into his drunk father he quickly learned of the woman that took over the company, learning her schedule and when she would be at the building, what office she would be in and so forth. Believing to be untouchable, as many young teens do, Julian left in the dead of night shroud in darkness he made his way through to the top of the building. One thing led to another with his a** on the ground and a horrified look on his face. And the next thing he knew he was being recruited by a horned man into Stein. One of the newest members to the renegade party Julian is quick to jump into action, not thinking before he does anything, and extremely impressionable.








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Mark and his brother were raised in a rural centaur community and would have stayed there had their father not been transferred upon the request of an old family friend in the city. They moved to the Outer city just in time for the new school year and shortly after the first attacks. Unlike most of the centaurs, Mark is attending a school in the Inner city. While he was invited due to his incredible musical talent he is finding it more than a bit challenging to fit into his new surroundings. Till Mathew approaches him and begins to lend a helping hand.












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Luke uprooted his family at the request of a man whom he owes his life. He arrived with the bold intentions of fixing a broken system but was surprised to find it was a far more complex situation than he was led to believe by his old friend. Not only does he face dangers on the streets but also corruption from within. As he chases Stein he is painfully aware of his family’s struggle to adjust. As badly as he wishes to support his two sons, duty often calls him away and he is rarely home.













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Born and raised as far away as possible from both elves and different races, Lyana harvests a distant personality and reclusive nature. Despite his age, he holds a kind of naive disrespect for others. Part of this stems from an accident with night magic as a child, leaving permeant reminders in the form of a blind eye and the typical runic tattoos. Currently working in the Inner City as a model, Lyana practices day magic around his friends but still harbors and uses night magic where others can't see.














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Though he doesn't look it, Daxton H. Bell is 36 years old. Having lived for so long, one might think an individual would grow bored. This would not be the case for Mr. Bell. The world was only beginning to show its true colors, and Daxton wanted to be there when the first sign of retaliation began. This is the main reason why Daxton became a police officer. Unlike most vampires, who might prefer to pursue...other things, Daxton is a sucker for excitement! As much as he loved just laying around all day doing nothing, or placing unsuspecting humans under a hypnotic trance, he still adored those who risked their lives to protect the city. Would he take a bullet for another, probably not, but he still loved the thought of watching an officer put his (or her) own life on the line. Though Daxton is quite reserved and has formed a rather cynical view over life and the people who surround him, he still enjoys taking brisk walks through the city and listening in onto another persons conversation. Sometimes he'll even join in if the topic is interesting enough.










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Having been born a troll, life hasn't exactly been the best for Aster. Aster was forced to live out the majority of her life in the Under City. As she grew, her hands became larger than the average human, her ears grew longer and more pointed and her nails and teeth sharpened to the point where they could pierce through metal. The most noticeable feature on her body were her abnormally large horns. A gift from her father. It was because of her horns that she was able to become fully excepted into the Under City society, along with her father being fairly 'popular' around the Black Market. She became exceptionally talented when it came to creating illusions and cast a glamor over herself to give her a younger look. After spending a good amount of time in the Under City, she began opening up small shops within the Black Market. Over time, her popularity grew and word got out of a female troll who could grant you the ability to transform yourself into a 'brand new person'. Along with her glamor business, she also became partners (and a co-owner) with several other businesses that ran off the Black Market. This included a butchers shop that secretly sold human meat as a secondary form of work and a weapons crafter. Although she had the looks of a 16 year old (when she wore a glamor), she quickly became a creature to fear, especially when it came to paying her back. If you went into her shop and couldn't produce the exact amount of cash, you'd best believe that you weren't getting out of it without some form of payment...

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☬ My Sweet Summer Is Gone

Mark ran the cotton fabric between his thumb and forefinger. In the predawnlight he couldn’t make out the colors of the thing and even though all he had to do was walk a few strides and flick on the lights he didn’t want to. He had stubbornly refused to look when his mother presented it to him wrapped in paper and even now, on the cusp of his first day of school all he wanted to do was wrap the shirt back up and shove it deep into the drawer were it could collect dust for the rest of his life.

A part of him knew he was being unreasonable. Just because he didn’t look at the shirt didn’t mean he wasn’t going to have to wear that day. And just because he didn’t turn on the lights didn’t mean the day hadn’t already started. He could hear his mother and father moving around in the living room and kitchen as they started their day off. His little brother was still probably sleeping. That would only last for so long however. Even if the kid didn’t have school he was always up at the crack of dawn. Kids were just still excited about starting the day.

Mark longed for some of his brother’s enthusiasm, but in the end he was dreading school more so than the usual kid clinging to the last days of summer for all they were worth.

Where was his reluctance stemming from? Well, probably from the equine body that began below his waist. That was a good bet.

As he understood it he would not only be the only centaur attending his new school in the heart of the city but he would also be the first ever. Not surprising considering the living hell called ‘public transit’. Nothing was built for his kind here and by god did it make him feel out of place and unwelcomed. Even more than the stares he got. He could only imagine how much worse it would be in a highschool filled with hostile teenagers ranging from elves to humans. Oh and now centaurs.

While humans and centaurs could usually considered each other allies he knew better than to expect any gestures of kindness from city dwelling humans. His father stubbornly refused to say it but he hadn’t denied it either. His silence had confirmed Marks fears. He was going to be on his own.

No. No, he couldn’t think that way. He shook his head as if he could physically shake off the thoughts. His chestnut tabiano lower half mimicked the gesture creating more of a full body shake than he intended. The motion jostled his dresser and he watched in wide eyed horror as something fell and shattered on the floor.

“Oh s**t.” He muttered. He backed up and got down on his front knees, scrambling to collect all the pieces. The carpet had done nothing to save the clay knickknack. He held the broken pieces in his hands and felt tears welling up in the corner of his eyes. The stupid thing had been a parting gift from his friends back home. The thing was the crappiest looking violin statue he had ever seen and he had straight up told his friends it either belonged in some grandmother’s display case or preferable the trash. The gift had been a joke of course but it had become more important to him since he left everything behind. A symbol of days long gone. Even goner now that he had managed to break it.

He sighed. He would get dressed. Take the thing to his mom and pray she could mend it in her spare time and then he’d be off with his little brother to school.

Whether he wanted to or not.

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If Luke was struggling he was hiding it deep deep down under layers and layers of god only knew what. He stood with his sons on either side of him, arms crossed in front of a wide chest with an expression that conveyed one thing and one thing only. ‘I’m a cop’. Considering that the centaur had only worked in his small hometown he was putting out some heavy vibes. Everyone back home had always commented on how he was a bit too intense for where he was working.

Mark wasn’t doing so well. He kept glancing around and catching people looking at them like they had escaped from a circus. He was inclined to agree with them. He felt like a clown wearing his dress shirt and vest on top of his lower body wraps. His brother was wearing them too but the kid somehow managed to make them look endearing. The fact that Ian was about the size of a foal made everything he did or wore look cute. He glanced over at his father. Even the stuff he was wearing looked better than Mark’s. If he had to describe it as a cross between a medieval charger's jousting attire and a city mounted unit. Paired up with the top half of a police uniform he looked official.

Oh great, he though. He was the only one who looked goofy.

“Hey, Dad?” Ian pulled at his father’s shirt. Luke turned his head to look down at his youngest son. He found his son to be pointing at something. He looked up at the monitor hung up on the station’s wall. An elven reported was presenting pictures of something. Luke squinted his eyes to get a better idea of what the report was on.

“C-can they show that on tv?!” Mark gasped. The pictures she was showing were crime scene photos. He recalled his father mentioning something about some nasty crimes taking place in the city but this was the first time Mark had seen anything about it. His stomachs churned as he watched image after image of crimson splashes and pale shredded bodies. The words at the bottom of the screen jumped out at him. ‘Violent dismemberment’, ‘killers on the loose’, ‘targets selected at random’ and ‘no survivors no witnesses’. Just a message.

“WE ARE STEIN AND IT WILL GET WORSE”.

His father gripped his shoulder causing him to jump like a nervous filly.

“Train’s here. I’m going to have someone’s a** for this.” Mark heard what his dad had said but it took a moment to process. He swallowed hard and got on the train, hiking up both his backpack and instrument case. Ian didn’t seem bothered. He hadn’t understood what he had seen. It was for the best. The rest of the ride to school was spent in uncomfortable silence.

The parting with his dad outside the school after dropping Ian off at the elementary had consisted of a firm hug, instructions on how to stay out of trouble, and muttering about how he wasn’t going to be able to bring them to school after today. With that his father was gone. Off to work to take the names of whoever had let all the Stein case photos to get into the hands of the media.

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“Matthew?” The principle stopped talking to make sure the new student teacher was still listening.

Matthew turned his gaze back to the balding shifter. “Yes sorry.” The principle followed where his gaze had been directed at and made a noise half way between a chuckle and sneer. It was an unpleasant sound, Matthew found. He didn’t like it. “Was that the first couple of centuars you’ve seen, Mr. Yamamoto?” The man asked.

“Yes.” He replied only because he could sense the man was dying to gossip about the whole thing. Matthew was promptly showered in information on the new student. Looked like there was a bit of politics behind the student attending. Got into the music program which was the best in the country on scholarship, first of his kind in both the program and the school, and to top it all off his father was a cop.

“Working the Stein case apparently.”

Matthew’s brow raised in genuine surprise. “How would you know?” He demanded. The older man looked at him carefully. Matthew had overstepped his bounds. He corrected his behavior smoothly. “I didn’t know they made that information public is all, sir.”

The man chortled and scratched at his throat. “Word down the grapevine is all, son. Got official word of the kid transferring just after the first murder happened. Was all over the news. Coincidences like this don’t happen often. They called the father in. Don’t know why but must have had a good reason, right? Hm, all speculation in the end though, you’re right. Back to the tour?”

“If you don’t mind, sir.” Matthew didn’t listen to another word out of the man’s mouth after that. He had gotten all the important information he needed. All he had to do was see if it checked out.

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When one is a freshmen one’s first impulse is to make oneself as small as possible. That is hard to do when one is a centaur and about three and a half times larger than the largest student. Nothing fit Mark. From chairs, to the bathrooms, to the cafeteria. And oh how he hated the stairs everywhere. He was going to have to get a pass to use the school’s elevator. No doubt that would make him that much more popular with the student body. By the end of the day he was pretty sure he was the least popular kid around. It wasn’t just empty speculation this time. Two human boys on the upper floor caught him walking to class below and dumped a trash bin on him. Even with a plastic can over his head he could hear them hollering and laughing while he bucked in a panic. He was lucky he didn’t hurt anyone or himself. He just came out smelling like lunch threw up on him.

At the end of the day he just wanted to go home. But he couldn’t even do that. His brother’s school had another hour and a half to go. While they brought Ian at the same time as Mark he actually started later thus got out later. The whole thing spelled trouble all year long. But all the same. He was stuck at school till then. There was only one logical place to go.

The music room.

God, was he relived to find the place was empty. Apparently afterschool practice wouldn’t start for a few weeks. This place could be his sanctuary till then.

He threw down his bag and pulled his shirt open. He was feeling so stuffy with it on. Next he got out his instrument of choice. He ran his hand over the shapely maple body of his violin. He felt a surge of homesickness. He swallowed hard before taking up position, resting his chin on the instrument. He wouldn’t feel sad. He’d play it out instead.

Steadily, a melancholy song began to swell into something much more passionate.

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Matthew heard the music from the classroom. He sent the last text message out to his group. With the time set and the location scouted he had some time to kill before making his way to the headquarters. What better way than to use that time to do some scouting?

He got his bag and sauntered out of the room and down the hall.

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Mark Folilo was standing reared in the center of the room. Everything about his visage suggested a young man having an argument. Gritted teeth, furrowed brow, and a reddening complexion. Matthew leaned against the doorway and watched as the music reached its crescendo and began to unwind. The centaur’s front hooves slowly lowered back to the ground and he regained his wits about him like a spell had been broken. He jerked in alarm when he caught sight of the strange man.

“That was written by a human composer you know.” Matthew observed casually. The centaur stared at him wide eyed, his chest heaving . “All the greatest composers are human. Do you know why that is?” Matthew prompted. Confusion replaced the shock on Mark’s face.

“It’s because we have some of the shortest lifespans. Pressure to express ourselves in great. We have a drive to improve and grow less we die without accomplishing anything. Elves dominate the art world. That’s almost inarguable. Time and practice are the greatest tools in improving ones art after all. It that regard elves and the like have us beat. But not so in music. Time can improve one’s music perhaps but to compose one must have true soul.” Matthew walked into the room as he spoke, running his hands over the podium in the front of the room. “Though, don’t take what I have to say to heart. Centaurs have had quite a few works that are no doubt masterpieces.” He offered. He made no motion to retract what he had implied about elves.

“I-I’ve never really thought about it before.” Mark confessed. When Matthew smiled and chuckled Mark felt a strange desire to win the man’s approval. It had been a long unsuccessful day and he was willing to do anything to make at least one good thing happen. “But I guess a lot of my favorites are humans.” He added quickly.

Matthew smiled again and nodded approvingly. “So, you’re freshmen here. Tell me what it’s like to walk down these halls once more. As I recall it was miserable.”

And so Mark told him everything.

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The best time to be awake was right before sunrise. If you happened to be awake you could see quite the sight. First there would be nothing but the dark sky, then it would gradually lighten to a warm orange hue. Then bam, light would burst forth from what seems like the beginning of the earth, slowly rising and turning everything it touches to gold. This, according to Kitten, was the best thing to see. And as luck would have it, the blonde was already watching the golden light bathe everything, as she sat near her small apartment window.

She had her knees up to her chin as she sat, her bright baby blue eyes seemed entranced, as her mouth slowly parted. Usually her mother and father would be right beside her watching, but that had been some time ago. She now sat alone, as her room slowly leaked with light. Once she felt the need to move she rose, turning to her small room. Bare walls except for a few pictures. A small bed and a desk lined with papers, cups, books and crumpled papers. She really should consider cleaning up. Of course her method of cleaning just involved shoving trash into the small wastepaper basket. Then not dumping it until it was overflowing.

The blonde paused in mid-thought and turned back to the window. The whole reason she had even gotten up this morning was for the paper. That dratted paper boy should be knocking on her door any minute. He usually was never late and hand delivered the paper. He said it was to see her smiling face. She found the male rather annoying and too hyper for her tastes. Either way he should be here very, very soon.

Even as she finished this thought a knock came at the door. She raced to it, not caring that she was clad in only an old shirt, opened the door, grabbed the paper (ignoring the stare from the male) and slamming the door shut. She heard another knock and ignored it, her baby blues now on the paper. Eager eyes scanned the front page, seeing if anything had turned up. She would know instantly if it did. And there was.

Her eyes lit up as if she was opening Christmas presents. She smiled and giggled at the front headline. It clearly stated that a murder had occurred the night before linked to other murders, simply known as the “Stein Murders.” No photos but it did entail what had occurred the night prior, and of similar cases. She gave a girlish squeal and headed to her bed where she flopped down and laughed loudly into her pillow. After that she turned slowly to the window. As dawn rapidly made her way up, the news would surely be on soon as well. The blonde should get up and moving so as to not miss it.

The blonde rose and stretched her hands into the air, feeling the muscles pop, then lowered her hands, slid off the old button up shirt, and headed to her small bathroom. She blasted the hot water and watched the steam rise, as she slid in. She ignored the scalding water, and smiled as her skin turned pink. It took her some time before she emerged from the shower, steam rushing out and floating around her frame. The mirror was to foggy to even wipe off, so she settled with just drying herself off. Once down she exited the bathroom, and went hunting for some clothes.
Just like her desk, her tiny closet was jammed-pack with clothes, gadgets, and this and that.

Kitten hardly believed in cleaning and often would just keep the closet door closed (seeing as a few times the stuff inside has tried to bury her alive). She slowly opened the door and sighed in relief before reaching in and grabbing a few garments and the shutting the door once again. She now held a green tank top and short black skirt, black leggings and a pink bra and red undies. Not exactly matching but she would make due.

Once everything was one she slowly brushed her blonde locks, then adorned her black knee-high boots. She grabbed a small snack from her kitchen (an apple, a bagel, and a cup of coffee) and plopped down onto her couch, where she clicked on the TV. There on the screen stood a petite woman with reddish-brown curly hair, bright green eyes and a stern face. Amelia Bradshaw. A beautiful woman who always reported the news in full detail. Out of all the reporters, Amelia was Kit’s favorite.

The blonde with attention as the red spoke of the tragedy the night before, speaking of dismemberment, horrific deaths, and no survivors. The blonde slowly smiled as she noted that the killers were still on the loose, while releasing pictures of the scene. So much blood on a cute little blue rug. Then the words on the wall. “WE ARE STEIN AND IT WILL GET WORSE.” The blonde read those words over and over in her head, as Amelia asked once again for anyone with information to step forward. Like anyone knew any information.

She knew better than anyone that Stein was someone you didn’t want to mess with. She was now all giddy with knowing that the news had made this a big deal. How made would the cops be to know this information was leaked? The blonde wondered if their leader had seen this. She slowly ate her apple as she pondered her thoughts. She was just happy to see the reports. Good, let everyone know of Stein.

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She spent most of the day at work. She had arrived at work at ten, working at the local library. She loved her job, what with all the books and interesting people that came through, she had so much to do during the day. She hardly noticed a text from their leader until it was close to the end of her shift. She balanced a few books that she was taking home in one hand as she read the text in the other.

Hmmm she wondered if she should meet Matthew at where he works. Wasn’t he working at the high school? Ugh, she hated that place. Her teenage years had not been kind, and with what had happened to her parents…Elves especially had been the very thing she dreaded about school. She would probably just stay outside and wait for him. No way would she wish to go into the place. She shuddered at the very thought. She text the man a simple “roger” and that she was picking him up, if he wished, in half an hour. She then made her way home.
Once her books were dropped off she got onto her two-seater moped, put on her helmet and rode to the school. A simple wind-filled ride. She loved the easy going speed and feeling free. She stopped and took off her helmet, hoped to god she didn’t have helmet-hair, smoothed her hair down, and patiently waited for the male to arrive. She hoped she looked good in her outfit, would he notice that she had her hair down today, and did her breath smell? She sure hope not…about her breath.

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Matthew had been more than happy to let the centaur direct the conversation. He interjected ever so often sometimes with a sympathetic comment other times with a sarcastic remark that always elicited a laugh from Mark. There was no doubt about it. The kid was hooked on him. Clinging to him like a rock in the center of a raging river. The intense apprehension about being alone and strong desire to please palpable to the socially attuned Matthew.

The kid was lonely and it wasn’t even half way through the first week.

His phone buzzed in his pocket. To his surprise Mark’s eyes went directly to it. Acute hearing apparently. “Do you have to go?” The boy asked, a note of disappointment clear as day in his voice. No doubt the old fears were rearing their heads. The boy wanted to cling to his rock a bit longer.

“I do, but don’t you too? It’s been an hour and then some. Your brother needs to get picked up.” Matthew pushed off from the podium he was leaning on, taking out his cell in the same swift movement. His thumb flew across the screen and a reply was sent in less than a second. “I’ll be around. I work here after all. You’re in Swanson’s fourth period history class, aren’t you?” The centaur bobbed his head in confirmation. “There you go. I’m the assistant teacher for history. I’ll arrange my schedule a little differently and you’ll see me around.”

“You’d do that?” Mark was genuinely taken back by the kind gesture. He assumed changing one’s teaching schedule was no small feat and he wasn’t wrong. But Matthew had deemed getting to know the kid a noble cause and he’d see that it happened.

“Of course. Why wouldn’t I? I enjoyed meeting you. You’re a bright kid.” The centaur shuffled his feet and his face flushed. Matthew extended his hand. The centaur took it and returned the firm shake enthusiastically.

“T-thank you! I look forward to it.” Mark let go of his hand and stepped back. Matthew nodded to him, and walked out of the room as quietly as he had come in. Mark watched his go a goofy smile plastered across his face.

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“Elizabeth.” Matthew greeted the young woman with a slight nod. He frowned when he saw the contraption she was riding. “That thing again.” He remarked darkly. He had made his distaste for the vehicle clear. But it was better than a bike. He supposed. All the same it would get them to their destination. He mounted up behind her, removing his glasses to spare him the pain of losing them and having to replace them due to reckless driving.

Once settled he wrapped around his arms around her torso, careful to avoid any personal areas. The minorly intimate position didn’t leave him perturbed in the slightest.

“We have a big event to hit tonight.” He promised. He said no more on the subject till they were driving.

“You know, Elizabeth,” He had to speak loudly to be heard but he wasn’t afraid of anyone overhearing their conversation given how fast they were going. “This could be the night you find something worth keeping.” His vague words alluded to the possibility of her becoming a full agent and picking out parts to have attached by one of their hybrids. It was not something he spoke of lightly. Only privately with the individuals in question. A sign of trust.

“Consider it.” He encouraged before falling silent once more.

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Mark noticed that Matthew had left his bag. The boy had run after the man but had arrived too late (bloody stairs!). He saw the familiar white shirt and black pants combo but the wearer was on the back of moped speeding off. He gave chase, warranting a few shouts and curses but in the end the venture was fruitless. The man was too far gone.

“Huh… I’ll have to give it to him later…” He muttered to himself. He turned away and trotted off, in higher spirits than he had been all day. He would pick up his brother. Go home. And then come tomorrow he’d return the bag.

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While the light from the television flickered, the expression on Major General Kyrie Lovelace Eleison’s face remained deceivingly calm. Except for the slight upward twitch of her eyebrows, one would've thought she was simply watching the morning news, bored with her existence. Legs crossed, elbows on her desk and hands neatly folded under her chin, it would've been a perfect picture of ennui if not for the steady tapping of her foot against her office's carpeted floors. Images flashed before her eyes and she felt her stomach churn a little. Not from the images, but from an inevitable call from the general. It would come. Granted, this matter should've been beneath Lovelace's rank. Common minor disturbances in the neighborhood were for the police to deal with. However, at the point, The Stein was beginning to look like a terrorist threat, not some ragtag band of misfits. They certainly weren't taking things by stride, judging by the disemboweled looks of their victims. Lovelace’s ski-jump nose wrinkled in disgust as she stared at the screen. She could take a little blood and gore. What turned her stomach was how her father would put it upon her to take care of this matter.

It mattered not that Lovelace, much like her father, was already a decorated and highly ranked member of the military. Aurelius Pax Eleison would have it all.

We will have it all. Lovelace exhaled. For as long as she could remember, her father had it all. His career would go down into history as one of the most stellar generals their generation had ever seen. He had the perfect wife--Oriana Eleison was the daughter of a 'clean' politician. Always pretty, never too witty. And now Lovelace. He would not let Lovelace fail. All her life had been preparation. Preparation to take anything and everything she could. Like her father before her, Lovelace already had a number of accomplishments under her belt, but Lovelace knew her father. The Stein was not a rebel group or a terrorist. The Stein was a chance to let their family name outshine the others once again. That was the real task at hand here.

Impatiently, Lovelace clucked her tongue, shifting as she leaned back into her leather chair. When was he going to call? She had barely finished the thought when the phone rang.

Ring, ring.

Lovelace picked up on the first ring.

“ Hello, father. ” Lovelace answered a little too coolly. Immediately, she regretted the one of her voice. She could almost feel her father smirk over at the other end of the line.

“ I take it you’ve seen it? ”

“ I have. ” Lovelace answered, not taking her eyes off the screen.

“ Then I’m wondering why you’re still in your office. Take care of it. ” The line quickly went dead. Quietly, Lovelace placed the handset back on its cradle. Leaning back on her chair, she closed her eyes, massaging her temples with one hand for a bit. She hadn’t slept since the news came out last night. There was no way to hush it at this point—not even she would try to control news like that. A little too much of everything was controlled, people were getting suspicious. This time around, she would let them think that the government was outwitted for once. Let them think that the government was not god, just for a bit.

Pushing herself off her chair, Lovelace attached her whip to her hip, a strange weapon she was well-known for. She was actually better with the sword, but the whip, for some reason, disoriented people. Everyone knew how to counter a sword, but a whip was a wild card for them. Much like the way Lovelace was. The major general’s wild bouts with her tactics and strategies were well-known in the militant ranks. They were so well-known, in fact, that any occurrence that had large-scale damage or resulted in major casualties that got away from being punished was called a ‘Lovelace.’ Such behaviour wouldn’t have been tolerated in the military, but Lovelace got away with it for two reasons: Her father was Aurelius Pax Eleison and the other was a little more reasonable: the girl was a gifted tactician. Time and time again, Lovelace had proved to be two or three steps ahead of any obstacle or opponent that faced her. Her uncanny ability to plan and make her opponents dance to her music was what struck fear into her subordinates. Many even believed her skills to be of psychic origin.

As she stepped outside her office, the door banging behind her, Lovelace's staff immediately crowded over to her. Her staff was one she had kept for years, and they already knew what Lovelace would require in such circumstances.

" I want names. Talk to anyone and everyone involved in the incident. Give me papers on similar events. Mark the people that may be involved in it. Hunt. Them. Down. " Lovelace barked out as she strode down the hallway, heading towards the building's exit.

"We'll have everything ready by the time you're back--" Clucking her tongue once again, Lovelace shook her head, cutting off her assistant who was twittering like a little humming bird. Evidently, she would have to meddle with local police affairs on this one. Her car came up front and her driver hurried to open the door for her.

" Call the local police. I'll be paying them a visit. " Lovelace barked out before slipping into her car.

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Lovelace says: Tagging: Luke Folio--I'm coming for you!

Sharky says: nuttin yet.