Campus Town || Lower Town || Edelfelt Estate

[Elinoi]

Agnès “Clementine” Edelfelt

Aria || Tamer || Upper 1st Class

Sunlight poured in through the large bay windows before the young woman, the birds could be seen flying gracefully outside. But the room was solemn. An ornate desk that likely dated from centuries before stood before the windows, a set of freestanding cork boards and a dry-erase board lay out towards the side of the room. Each board containing a collection of information about the case at hand. While only two days had passed a lot had changed. Agnès had been able to successfully claim the right to lead the mission from her superior by citing his absence as well as claiming to be more relevant to the task- it wasn’t something that would have been easy to argue. The man may have been known as a monster slayer but a few officials were aware of her alias; and thus her actions as one of the more aloof spies in their ranks. A lot of new information had been gained- but little pointed out to a clear villain or motive, the pieces hadn’t yet begun to fit together.

The woman’s icy gaze was empty almost appearing to be glazed over as she stared out the set of windows before her. A coffee cup cupped between her palms. Her mind, however, was busy processing the information she had received not long ago. After a thorough analysis of the dried corpses the Doctors were able to confirm what had been suspected- the people found hanging within the hallway were formerly employees of the research facility. All of whom had been reported missing for over a month prior. It astounded her how apparently no one had thought anything of the disappearances… In Agnès’s mind it was a dead giveaway something had gone awry when a group of people who were connected in some way disappeared over night. But, it was something reported to the Tokyo Police- who obviously didn’t look into the occupation of these individuals. Regardless, the doctor had been able to confirm Agnès’s other suspicions as well. Not all the corpses in the hallway had died by having their bodily fluids drained from them. Those found farther away from the hallway’s entrance suggested they had hung to their deaths. Most the corpses also had residual demonic energy left on their bodies. A finding that, in truth, could suggest two different things- either left due to the method of fluid absorption or evidence of the bodies being used as test subjects. The Edelfelt woman shook her head as her thoughts turned to the grimmer nature of those peoples last moments.

Taking a sip of her coffee the woman turned away from the windows, looking off at her boards. A lot of her questions left unanswered. Agnès placed her cup on the antique desk for a moment as she stood up from her chair, picking it up once more as she began to walk across the cold marble floor. Agnès stopped in front of a cork board with an enlarged map of Tokyo on it, filling most the space on the board. Small but simple wooden push pins marked the locations of the known murders, the picture and the relevant known information about the person attached by the same pin. A small red string connected the first murder to the next to visually demonstrate the “path” of murders. The first being outside the abandoned research facility, from what information her people were able to dig up about him he was a male in his mid-twenties. His name was Katai Ushiba, an employee of the now abandoned research facility. Doctors had been able to find evidence that he was stabbed to death, the blade used seemed to have a curved nature to it due to how the cuts had damaged his vital organs. However, damage done to the body by animals post mortem prevented much more information from being gained. Other than his body still contained some of the demonic residue from the parasites he once contained- confirming he played the game. Due to the nature of the corpses with in the research facility it was difficult to ascertain time of death- their bodies had forced into an unnatural deterioration. But one could suspect that they were likely corralled not long after the death of Ushiba. The shard of glass-like material that was found in the research facility was made up by a rare material known as palladium. Through special and expensive processes the alloy could be turned into a glass that is known to be tougher and stronger than any known material. This type of glass wasn’t commonly used, primarily as the glass used in machines and vehicles that would be put under the stress of high altitudes or the lack of gravity. Needless to say it was unheard of to be used as the core component to a weapon due to how expensive it was to procure. Yet, with the shape of the broken shard it suggested who ever had come to the research facility had also murdered Ushiba.

The subtle buzz of the printer on the ornate desk interrupted the woman’s thoughts as she took another sip of her coffee before walking back across the floor to see what other new information had come in. Placing her coffee cup on the saucer she lifted the warm paper from its tray, quick to read its contents. New information on the contents of the room that had been blocked off by the destruction of the keypad. “About time…” Agnès said to herself. Evidently the killer had gone to great efforts to destroy whatever the room had once contained. The metallic tables with in were dulled by heavy erosion, as if subjected to a flood. Piles of ashes could be found with what looked to be like broken test tubes and other glass- although the ashes were more recent than the water damage... Additionally, another body- the man was the head of the research lab. Doctors reported that his cause of death was from lacerating cuts made by a curved blade. The man’s identity could only be identified from the identification badge that clung to his coat pocket and by denial confirmation. The body otherwise was difficult to recognize. Curious enough, water was found in his lungs following the autopsy. Agnès could only scratch her head. Evidence suggested the killer had returned to the lab after killing them. Burning whatever could be found in the locked up and then tried to destroy the locking mechanism to make it more difficult to track the trial. ‘It supports the theory the employees of the facility were being used as test subjects. But clears up very little.’ The willowy woman thought as she paced once more across the cold marble floor; a wooden pin in hand.

It took only a moment to pin the report off to the side of the board- where little free space remained. Agnès took hold of a roll of green string that lay off on a nearby table with other rolls of alternate colors were, then measured the appropriate length before cutting it. Then she began to tie the string between the three pins, one marking the place where Ushiba died, then the abandoned research facility nearby and finally out towards the pin holding up the report with the contents of the locked room.

The young woman stepped away from the board to view what she had. The path of the following murders seemed to have little that linked them to those involving the research facility. The next murder had been outside the facility as well. The boy was a school-aged boy, mid-teens; he was also a player of the game from what they could tell of the demonic residue found on his body. His name was Sugimoto Chikanatsu- his dead caused by a different blade- a spear no less. The weapon had been left in his body. Suggesting the murder was hastily done, likely with the fear of being seen. Agnès could only guess Chikanatsu’s death was result of being in the wrong place at the wrong time. ‘How unfortunate.’ She thought, although she felt no sorrow for the boy. One could assume he had been killed either for peering into the research facility to witness someone or something rapidly transform a lifeless corpse into a husk of dried tissue. Or, the boy had simply been outside as the murderer left- perhaps he had an accomplice who killed the young boy. It was hard to know if either story had merit to it.

Agnès’s eyes followed the little red string to the next murders- the placement and method of the next killings made little sense in context to the first few. They seemed almost random. Like, Agnès had suspected before- finding information on who these people were to the Pandemonium community was proving to be difficult. The forums used to arrange the matches had been found- yet information of a Mina Ino, Junichi Taka, or a Shizuka Sugihara- the victims who had been drowned, electrocuted, and burned alive respectively- didn’t seem to exist. Yet all the victims had strong evidence of demonic residue- which suggested they would have been “good” at the battles in Pandemonium. It didn’t add up.

The willowy woman crossed the ornate floor once more, leaning up against the antique desk as she finished what was left of her coffee. Agnès’s icy gaze returned to peer out the window- not a cloud in the sky. It was shaping up to be a beautiful day. Seeing the fluttering of birds in the sky and butterflies in the gardens below reminded the young woman of some of the other tasks she needed to attend to. One being to feed her companion before he decided it would be a great idea to prey on pesky civilians.




Physical Strength: o25
Defense: o40
Mobility: o60
Intelligence: o85
Weapon Arts: o30
Martial Arts: o27
Accuracy: o40
Fatal Verses: o186
Demonic Control: o118

Word Count: 1,635
Qi: 56,000/56,000
Mobility: 60/60
An’givare (B-Class): 12,000/12,000

 

[Elinoi]

Agnès “Clementine” Edelfelt

Aria || Tamer || Upper 1st Class

Agnès turned away from the vast window, walking out of the small office out on to the creamy marble hall of the hallway outside. The hallway was decorated in ornate faction, the walls and ceiling all crafted with intricate patterns and shapes- the color of seashells. A golden rug ran the length of the hallway, settling in the middle of the path, antique and ornate chairs, benches and end tables decorated the perimeter. But the young Edelfelt paid no attention to the rich surroundings, ignoring the splendor around her. Her icy eyes watched one thing- one of the butler’s approaching. He was an older man- his hair greying and wrinkles marked the years that had gone by. The man had been working for the family for years wearing a similar outfit every day of it. His black suit was pristine- not a single wrinkle to diminish it, his worn hands disguised by white leather gloves and his dress shoes well waxed. He balanced an ornate silver plate on his left hand- even from the distance the willowy woman could tell what was on its surface. A phone- a long but simple design, it lay flat on the ornate plate. It was the phone used for the Edelfelt’s private line, primarily used for discussing things of importance.

Agnès’s face didn’t mask her confusion. There was no reason for a call to be coming in on that line. She knew her plan to force the Pandemonium mission from the Arc Knight had been flawless- no way he could get her to back down from it without spending a lot of money on bribes. As she drew near to the old butler he spoke softly, “Sorry to disturb you miss. A call… For you.” The older gentleman then turned his gaze from the young heiress, as if searching the far reaches of the hallway for someone. Agnès picked the phone up and pressed a button to bring the call back from being on hold. The voice on the other end was.. Unexpected to say the least. Another exorcist- one who rank fell under her own but not by much. The man went by “Spider”. He began to ask about the rumors that had begun to circulate. Talk of how she had forced leadership from the arc knight… Talk of how the Barthomeloi boy hadn’t lived up to expectations- somehow word had gotten out about his condition. Among other gossip. He didn’t mention much that couldn’t be considered mindless, frivolous talk. ‘And this is considered important enough to use THIS line?! Shameful!’ Agnès thought to herself, the man didn’t seem to shut up- evidently he had lost the bet on who would be the unlucky b*****d to attempt this call. It made her blood boil. The older gentleman turned towards the young heiress out of concern- only to watch her once confused look turn into furrowed brows, a clenched jaw and perhaps even a vein about ready to pop.

“And this is what was so damn important?! Rumors and fantasy?! YOU GOSSIP!! You’re no better than the good for nothing Barthomeloi!! b*****d children who lack the skills necessary in this world! And you, Spider, are among them! Don’t call me again about such frivolous talk if you value your life… Or that of your family.” The woman yelled into the phone before promptly hanging up, practically throwing the phone back on to the ornate plate. Taking a deep breath the young heiress looked over to the butler, who didn’t seem perturbed despite the aggression he witnessed. “It is time to feed An’givare, we should have adequate stores of meat in the cellar. Be sure to call the butcher, as well.” Agnès commanded him before turning away and continuing down the hallway. Her room wasn’t far now. The butler took his leave, heading down the stair well once more.

The room she entered was of adequate size, containing a small board game table, four-poster bed, fireplace, as well as a vanity in addition to multiple iron chairs and benches. There was no lack of seating to be found in this room. Agnès approached the closet that hid in the corner. Despite its unassuming exterior, it was a walk-in closet- with enough space for one or perhaps two people to walk around with in. It stretched mainly length wise- containing a variety of the heiess’s “treasures”. From styles hot off the runway to clothing more typical of civilians, wigs, facial plasic applications used to alter major facial features, and boxes filled with hats, jewelry and shoes. The list could go on about the ridiculous things this small room contained. However the outfit the heiress was seeking lay at the back. A small section was reserved for the outfits she had designed- the things she normally wore when she wasn’t working.. When she was Agnès Ronja Edelfelt and not the mysterious Clementine.

Wasn’t long before the heiress had changed into the small ornate dress- a small but simple dress. The dress was predominately cream, puffed sleeves that fell around the top of her bust, the dress below was made of two distinct layers, one being a loose white fabric dip dyed a soft pink the edges trimmed with a golden alloy similar to a rose. The layer above being longer, and not unlike a duster from older days, it was marked like a monarchs’ wings- creating striking contrast with the rest of the ensemble. The dress was complimented with a pair of dark brown boots, a collection of bangles, rings and a few necklaces- the most notable of which being one that held the skull of a small bird held by nothing but a black ribbon. Agnès marched out of the closet holding nothing more than her pajamas and a strange bone object, closing the door behind her. Dropping the pajamas she wore before the young heiress walked out from her room and approached the stairwell that was nearby.

Just outside her room the young heiress could smell the raw meat. And from the top of the stairs the young woman could see her butlers rushing from the kitchen with massive chunks of meat in hand. After all, the young wyvern needed all the protein he could get- he was steadily growing. Agnès walked passed them and towards the courtyard were the beast lounged. Her iridescent beast lay curled up along the paved path, his tail lazily steading the plants nearby. Agnès couldn’t fathom how much the gardener must of hated how the plants and flowers always seemed destroyed by the time he came by, and how sometimes even trees looked a little gnawed on. The man hadn’t seen the beast- but didn’t dare ask questions about what constantly lay waste to the courtyard.

Agnès didn’t come near to the slumbering wyvern, instead bringing the bony object not far from her lips. It was a whistle of sorts- the noise it made wasn’t audible to human ears but loud enough to call down the sweet An’givare from the skies. She blew on the object ever so slightly. Only enough to alert the beast to its next meal rather than to blow its ears out by the short distance between them. Butlers soon began carrying out the large portions of meat before the beast, leaving them on the pavement before him. It was too risky to “hand” feed him- given how he might accidently take the arm while someone was offering it. The beast began to eat his offerings, low hisses emerging from his throat as people drew near to his collection. An’givare was an unusual dragon who had little interest in masses of gold or glittering objects, instead valuing freedom of flight and a variety of meat to consume. He wasn’t picky and capable of hunting for his own meals as he easily outclassed the ordinary creatures of the world. It was a very convenient aspect of the wyvern, while traveling the world he was capable of taking care of himself. Although, occasionally a stray human or two would disappear. But no matter- no one seemed to miss them anyway.




Physical Strength: o25
Defense: o40
Mobility: o60
Intelligence: o85
Weapon Arts: o30
Martial Arts: o27
Accuracy: o40
Fatal Verses: o186
Demonic Control: o118

Word Count: 1353
Qi: 56,000/56,000
Mobility: 60/60
An’givare (B-Class): 12,000/12,000

 

[Elinoi]

Agnès “Clementine” Edelfelt

Aria || Tamer || Upper 1st Class

Agnès’s icy gaze watched as her wyvern hungrily consumed the offerings of lamb, pork, and beef. It amazed her how this beast’s reaction to food was always the same. Regardless of how recently the beast ate he always seemed to have an interest and room for more- a true glutton. Yet, despite this fatal flaw he never seemed to gain the bulk or show stomach irritability despite the amount of things he was consuming.

The aged butler once more approached the young heiress. This time, the ornate silver plate held her own small black phone- it was not much larger than a deck of cards. The device fit conveniently into her hand as she read a small message box- Two new emails. it read- Nothing more. The young heiress tapped lazily on the surface- cracking the “code” to open up the main screen. She pulled up her email through another few taps. One email’s title read like a request, but in this industry rarely were things simply requests. Rather, orders, something she couldn’t get away with ignoring for long. The other- more informative.

Agnès tapped on the older email, and silently began reading the message. It was a general message- written in simple words meant to be understood by the massed. Another exorcist murdered. Agnès paused a moment as she looked to the nearby man- the same elderly fellow who had been assisting her through the morning. “Bring a chair, Antony.” She said to him, her words indifferent. The older gentleman simply nodded his head and walked back towards the house- handing off the ornate silver plate to another butler who followed Antony inside.

It wasn’t but a few minutes Antony returned with a white iron chair. The chair was made up of elaborate iron work- not unlike lace. Interesting to look at and fairly uncomfortable to sit on but that wasn’t something that bothered the woman. She nodded her head in thanks to the older gentleman. He in turn, nodded as well and walked back towards the house. To stand along the wall, near enough to come if he was needed but not close enough to be a nuisance. He had learned much of the family’s preferences for such minor details. He had worked with them for nearly his whole life.

Agnès took her seat on the white iron chair before looking once more at the subtle glow of the white letters across the dark screen. ‘Another?’ she thought, remembering how there had been another victim previously. Yet the name was somehow familiar. ‘Erzengel. Where have I seen that name before…?’ She thought to herself. The message went into the overlay of what had happened- essentially a rogue exorcist had murdered not only this man, but many of his servants, and three exorcist squads. It was almost impressive in a horrible, sadistic way. Little was known about this mysterious rogue exorcist- other than whomever it was, was a woman. A woman who was around the same age as she was.

Agnès leaned back, lazily into her chair, slumping into the iron work as her icy gaze observed her iridescent companion step away from the bloody mess left on the pavement. An’givare began his awkward walk towards the center of the courtyard, curling up once more in the sun, laying out in the path created by the intersecting concrete. Agnès could hear two of butlers spraying the bloody spot with water to prevent it from staining the concrete but her mind was elsewhere. Running through the lists of names of the exorcists attending True Cross, something she had requested only a day before. Something she hadn’t quite been able to fully digest and read- as there were bigger fish to fry with new information of Pandemonium becoming available all the time.

That is when it hit her. There was an Erzengel in the long list of names. And if she could remember correctly the boy was a page. ‘Alaric…? Was it..?’ Agnès thought to herself as she pulled herself upright and closed out of her email temporarily as she pulled up the True Cross database. Typing in the name ‘Alaric Erzengel’. Shortly thereafter the database pulled up the file. The data presented before her was suspiciously missing in some areas such as the boy’s mother- evidently his father was capable of asexual reproduction or the boy was adopted. Or the more likely solution was in relation to True Cross’s current headmaster. A man who loved to promote a sort of loving relationship between human and demons alike. Agnès shook her head, “Shame… So young and already alone in this world.” She said to herself as she once more brought her email up on the screen, tapping to the newer message. The orders she’d been relegated.

The Vatican message was full of political poppycock and honeyed words. It amazed her how they would even attempt to lull her into a sense that they may have appreciated the headmaster’s work. And “supported” his actions. Agnès always wondered if they assumed she couldn’t read between the lines, couldn’t put two and two together. She let out a sigh as she crumpled into the back of the white iron chair once more. Essentially, someone higher up in the Vatican was becoming distrustful of the young headmaster. Cautious of his techniques and wanted someone to check into the happenings of True Cross Academy- Japan. In truth, a lot of strange things were happening around True Cross. The Vatican was beginning to wonder why all the sudden so many “issues” were beginning to pop up around Tokyo. And she was to find out what was going on within the school, watch over some of the more “problematic” students and report back her findings. It was known that the Arc Knight was sort of a “demon lover” and that he was silently promoting demons attending the academy- by force typically. A sort of bondage that the demon had to choose between death or servitude. Conventionally, death was the solution given to demons in Assiah, unless they proved sensitive to the Exorcist’s cause. Not something she could agree to, but she didn’t have say in that matter.

She stood up from her chair and began to walk across the courtyard with the slow clicks of her slouchy boots against the pavement. Agnès slowly approached the iridescent beast; crouching down near his long head and neck she began to caress the smooth scales. “We have places to be An’givare. And you won’t be allowed to hunt on this outing.” Agnès said aloud to the creature, he snorted in response as he began to lift his head. An’givare had come to understand human tongues, although he seemed rather incapable of human speech. Instead communicating through grunts, growls and low hissing sounds for the most part. Agnès took a few steps back from the beast as he began to stretch his wings. The iridescent beast wasn’t particularly happy about being forced out of his morning lounging. He was quite satisfied bathing in the warm rays of sunlight. But, he and Agnès had come to an understanding some time before. She was the master, and rebellious behavior would be punished.

The beast gently flapped his long wings as his master began to walk down the paved path lined with small trees, towards the driveway where her car lay waiting. The wyvern slowly began to raise up in the air as he lazily flapped his wings, stretching them from a few hours of sleep. It didn’t take long for his body to wake up and soar up into the skies, twisting up into the clouds with great speed typical of his kin. Agnès in turn found her car, a fairly simple black corvette. She wouldn’t be driving it this morning. Instead a chauffeur would take her to the Academy, and be on call for when she’d need him to return her home. The chauffeur was a young man, fairly attractive with his dark brown locks and bronzed skin- he held the passenger door open for the young heiress as she took her seat. He then crossed back towards the driver’s side and quickly found his seat before starting the car. The familiar rumble of the engine was a comfortable sound for the young heiress. She loved the few opportunities she was given to drive her own vehicle. But there were appearances to keep up and she refused to use a more conventional vehicle- limousines were uninteresting in her mind. It wasn’t long before the black corvette found the roads and began to short journey to True Cross Academy. An'givare following his master from the security of the high skies- where he was nearly impossible to differentiate from the sky. And, if someone did see him he was commonly mistaken for an airplane at this time of day.

[EXIT]





Physical Strength: o25
Defense: o40
Mobility: o60
Intelligence: o85
Weapon Arts: o30
Martial Arts: o27
Accuracy: o40
Fatal Verses: o186
Demonic Control: o118

Word Count: 1,474
Qi: 56,000/56,000
Mobility: 60/60
An’givare (B-Class): 12,000/12,000

 

[Elinoi]

Agnès “Clementine” Edelfelt

Aria || Tamer || Upper 1st Class

Agnès shoved the last bite of her afternoon snack, part of what was a roast beef sandwich with tomato, lettuce, peppers of all variety, and some Swiss Cheese in to her mouth. Quickly throwing clothing into a fair sized back pack, she was careful to attempt to pack all the things that may be needed. As, Agnès didn’t intend to go back home after a few days out. Her morning had been wasted away making preparations for her trip: feeding An’givare, and preparing the collection of files of the Japan Branch’s prospective students for the year’s exam. She hadn’t previously had the time to pack her own bag, having woken up later than she had anticipated. But, there was something to be said for arriving early.

Her mind drifted, towards the excitement that was the Exorcist exam. ‘This year’s collection of students look promising. Although, I have to wonder how well some will do..’ Agnès thought as her mind remembered a list she had seen for this year’s event. The Edelfelt woman had been invited to act as an Examiner; something that had mixed reviews to if it was an honor or not- seeing as how some saw it as ‘busy’ work. Agnès however felt the exam was a moment of pride, a way for the young to prove their talents on a stage. Boast great ability, intelligence, or even solid team work was probably the best way to make heads turn for a good start in ones career. But, to fail, often meant death, disfigurement and likely much embarrassment from the Exorcist community.. “It is never easy, but the best will excel. And, put on a good show.” Agnès said softly to herself as she slung the backpack over her shoulder, the bottom of the bag hitting the small of her back. The young heiress approached the vanity in the corner of the room, her finger tips gripping on to a hair tie that she had previously set out; a collection of bobby pins lay nearby.

Agnès swiftly pushed the hair tie down her to her left wrist before lazily bringing her hands to the back of her head, fingers combing her mass of light blonde hair back towards the back of her head. Gripping it with the lower layers into a small pony tail before pulling the hair tie up and around her hair to secure it. She then began to weave the hair pins into her hair to keep fly aways out of her face, as there wasn’t going to be a better opportunity than now. With her hair up and out of the way Agnès look quick steps out of her room and down the lavish stairway. Once at the bottom of the steps she took a turn out towards the back side of the estate.

Agnès pushed open a large wooden door towards the outside, bringing a hand up to block some of the bright sun light that shined down from above. She gave her eyes a moment to adjust before taking a step out into the scorching heat of midday. The woman’s steps picked up in pace as she began to venture towards the depths of the forest. By passing the brick fence and numerous ancient trees, instead searching for a small glade deep within the forest gloom; the glade Vermeille tended to call ‘home’.

It wasn’t but a fifteen minute walk over fallen trees, through low streams, and around massive trees sometimes spanning ten feet in diameter before Agnès began to see a thinning in the tree tops. An even shorter time before she saw the snow white deer like creature, its head dipping down towards the earth, long, feathery tail swaying lazily to whip the flies away. A very different white beast lay curled up in the sun towards the middle of the glade. A soft snoring coming from it. As Agnès made her approach, she brought the back pack towards one side, stopping only to rummage in the outer pocket. The fair-haired woman pulled a small whistle from the bag, before zipping it up once more before throwing it back on to her backside. Her steps continued towards the large deer like beast, as she brought the whistle to her lips, blowing ever so slightly on the opening.

The sound was silent to human ears yet the wyvern began kicking its hind legs into the air, restlessly rolling on to its feet, before shaking out its body- sending dirt and plant matter flying around. The snow white Kirin looked up towards its master, an ever stoic expression on its face. “It is now time we fly. You two could certainly use the exorcise.” Agnès said aloud to the two as she drew close to the Kirin’s side, her hand stroking the creature’s long mane. Vermeille snorted as he leaned down on to his knees to allow Agnès to pull herself on to its back. The Kirin dwarfed her in size, being of a sturdy stock but still quite a lanky creature. ‘Where do we head this time..?’ Vermeille questioned telepathically as he pushed himself up from the ground, ghost-like feathers beginning to form the creature’s sides. “To an island. It isn’t marked on any map. But, from what I’ve been told it is surrounded by water and only accessible by boat- those participating have been told to gather at the Matou Docks. So, we will start from there.” Agnès said to the pair with a smile, her wyvern shaking his head as he began to flap his large wings quickly gaining altitude. It wasn’t much longer before the Kirin would follow his airborne friend, stretching his pale ghost like wings out and pushing off the ground and floating up into the sky, flying after the wyvern.

[EXIT]





Physical Strength: o25
Defense: o72
Mobility: o116
Intelligence: o85
Weapon Arts: o30
Martial Arts: o27
Accuracy: o40
Fatal Verses: o216
Demonic Control: o201

Word Count: 965
Qi: 65,374/65,374
Mobility: 116/116
An’givare (A-Class): 36,000/36,000
Vermeille (A-Class): 36,000/36,000