S h a d y C u p c a k e
Feral Hunter
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Kasume looked the woman called Jade over as she introduced herself, catching the tattoo on her neck as she tried to cover it up. Laughing softly the kitsune's ears twitched as she thought about introducing herself, wanting to keep her past mostly a mystery."Ah, yes. I will have no problem treating as usual." Kasume put her card back in the deck and continued shuffling it. The one uncovered eye keeping its focus on Jade, "My name is Kasume Faetori, I fair from Avalon. " If the royal knew anything about the other royals from Avalon it would be easy to decipher who she was from her last name. On her neck was a similar tattoo, one that the covered by a small collar. Kasume brushed her hair back from her covered eye and revealed an eyepatch covered in a blue rose design. It was her family's crest, and very easy to tell where she was from, though not many new of them based on the fact they did most of they're things in the shadows. A small band of noble assassins that she was born and raised into. The Azul Rosa, a royal family doing the other royals dirty work completely undetected, sophisticated grace at day, deadly assassins by nightfall.
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As James finishes setting up his office for his first day of teaching he reaches into his chest pouch and pulls out a pipe and matches, he then proceeds to lite his pipe and takes a few puffs of it. "well looks like a good day. Guess i should take a walk while i have the chance." Richard then heads out the front gate lobby but before leaving looks over to the secretary " I'm heading to town to pick up some supply's for my classroom. i'll be back before classes start." the secretary looks up with a smile "Very well Mr. Ramerez but don't be late for your first class!" the secretary said with a laugh. "Don't worry i'll be back." James said as he walked out the door. 
*Far from the peace of the school and it's new students, In the Slums of Lower east end a Knight sits on the curb and leans against a light pole. He had just finished off the pack of gremlins and was exhausted. He looked over at the old bundle of old blankets that sat next to him, he glares at the white crystal on it. for the millionth time he reaches to grab it but as soon as his gauntlet made contact with it, his hand burns. He silently curses his late summoner for dying like this in a place like this. It had been 5 years since that day and he was trapped. Every day the Gremlins attacked. Every day he had to fight them off. But it was an uphill battle. 
