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Destiny City, and its surrounding area, didn't lack for locations to shoot photos. Wynne had been scoping out a lumber site and yard a bit outside the city before the time she decided to shoot. You know, like a good photographer did so that they wouldn't get caught when being somewhere they shouldn't. She had noted when the crew usually arrived to begin working, and when they left as well...but she wanted that early morning light.

Her car had been parked a bit away, and the woman had her Nikon secured around her neck as she moved through yard. It was cold, it was dim, it was quiet, since it'd be some time before the crew arrived, and it was perfect. She took the cover off the lens, adjusted her settings for shooting in low light, and then got to work.

Though she herself was quiet, her camera chirped, beeped, and clicked as it focused and took shots.

She was looking through the viewfinder of the Nikon when she heard the heavy footfalls approaching her. Wait. Someone was here? This wasn't the first time someone ended up surprising her when she thought she was in the clear, and it wouldn't be the last, either.

Wynne's brows knitted briefly as she heard a thick rolling accent accompany the footsteps, and she pulled away from looking through the view finder to---

Stare at a very broad chest.

Then she actually had to look up. Her expression was composed as she looked at him, but internally thoughts of must be new, didn't see him before and I would have remembered seeing him and stacked and oh my goodness. Focus ran through.

"You must be new." She commented. "I'm here to take some photos for the Destiny City Chronicle for an article about planting new trees after logging that will post next week." Wynne was lying, but she looked him square in the face, didn't fidget, and spoken evenly to aid the lie. She had a lot of practice.

"I wanted to come now, so that I wouldn't be in anyone's way."

Logging Site

She opened her mouth to reply, but paused due to 1, the man using his massive width and height to herd her like she was a sheep, 2, what sounded like a mountain lion and 3, that he said babysit. "Excuse you---" The woman did not budge, but she held her camera away from him as he enclosed on her space. She really had to crane her neck to look up at him now. Wynne sniped back, "I am twenty eight years old and I don't need---"

Though the woman paused once more as the scream came again. "...Is that normal out here?"



Deep in the Forest

Okolnir had been grateful that not only Beringia had accompanied him for this patrol, but Methone had as well. He was still on the hunt for that Clown agent that had broken his niece's arm on New Year's. He had taken to combing this area since it was near where Noah had reported the cabin.

Though the Squire was disappointed. It would have been a real party if Sedna could have showed up, too. Apparently she had normal work hours. He would have loved to have teased Berinigia at this ungodly hour.

Alas.

They were dealing a greater youma instead.

"Oh, Methone~" He called out lightly as he tapped into his magic, the swipe of a monstrous claw crashing against his magnetic field instead of him. "This bear has nothing on Beringia when he's at his limit of being teased---" The youma didn't seem interested in him since there was no blood drawn, and let out another shriek as it stormed away, crashing through some smaller trees and into a clear area ahead.

Okolnir paused for a moment. "...s**t. There's a lumber yard up ahead." The Squire took off after the beast.



Logging Site

There was another shriek, louder, and this was also accompanied by a nearby thrashing and crunching from the tree line nearby. Wynne looked away from the man to focus on the commotion, brows knitting lightly once more. Something rustled, and next thing she knew, a humongous bear of a creature came crashing out of the treeline.

It was heading straight for them.

Before she realized it, her free hand clutched the man's forearm in response. Gray eyes widened as the breath left her chest.

Okolnir heard Methone's call to her brother about people. Ah. He thought that might be the case. Early though it was, there were always those that arrived. "Let's stick to the plan~" He called out. "I'll look for something sharp to hit it with---Brr can use his magic to pin it." That being said, Okolnir started to move, leaping over various log piles in search of tools.

He knew Methone had the civilians for a time---Beringia would back her up if it was dire, no doubt.

----

Wynne didn't have time to counter or process as the mountain of a man pushed her out of the incoming beast's way. Instinct had her falling on her back, protectively cradling her camera to her chest, because if something happened to it---

She barely registered him speaking---underneath her hand, the one that was on the ground, was a small, hard and round object. Eyes went a bit wide as a new voices called out, and suddenly a woman appeared nearby---wearing some kind of swim suit!? The woman couldn't believe her eyes next as a sudden mini Aurora Borealis spawned above her.

She was still distracted from even that though---that object underneath her hand was drawing her attention.

Wide eyed now, Wynne looked to it, the metal and reflection surface brilliantly mirroring the lights above them.

What the---

Her form suddenly exploded in in a rustle of pastel blue skirts. Her camera had disappeared from her other hand, though she was still holding onto the strange object---and her mind was just not catching up with the one continuous surprise after another. She was bewildered as she was suddenly wearing a dress, lying there on the ground, and on top of the light show she could suddenly feel other things too---

"Well you are a space officer~" Okolnir called out, and he succeeded in finding what he'd been looking for. A long and sharp iron pole with a pointed end. It probably was used to mark where lumber piles would go but this morning? It'd be used to end a youma. The Squire pulled himself up onto a nearby pile, and ran along it, heading back towards where Beringia had the monster pinned.

Green eyes briefly flicked to Methone and her shield as a page aura suddenly sprung up, and it was accompanied by the woman letting out a cry. Misha? Was their brother here? That'd be a matter to address in a moment.

Okolnir leapt from the wood pile and down on the youma, stake raised. He then drove it through the large creature's head with momentum. It paused for a moment, eyes widening, and then it exploded into dust. The squire landed on his feet next to Beringia, and coughed, as he started to dust off his uniform.

"That part never gets better." He commented lightly.

The newly minted Page, on the other hand, had pushed herself into a sitting position and was staring down at the billowing dress, aghast.

Misha's words couldn't have mimicked her own thoughts so perfectly at the moment.

She was speechless. She didn't know how to comprehend all the events that had just transpired in what felt like only moments. The Page pushed herself up into a stand, arms raised, as if she was afraid to touch the dress bottom. That touching it would make it more real.

Maybe she wasn't at the lumber yard. Maybe she was still in bed, and her alarm would go off at any moment. After a moment, a free gloved hand reached to grab a fistful of the dress in disbelief. It felt real---and was that...something on her head? She reached and touched the tiara, looking flabbergasted.

Oh dear. This one was a doozy, wasn't it? Okolnir stood beside Beringia, and only nodded to Misha with a bit of a wry smile as he let Methone, well, now Nadia, explain the situation. He eyed the newly minted Page, gauging how she was reacting to all of this---and the stiff way she held herself spoke volumes. Not reacting well at all. He couldn't blame her. He hadn't been thrilled when he had spontaneously awoken, either.

It was too much to take in.

The women was, needless to say, rather shell shocked. Though a small part of her couldn't help but marvel at the ease with which---oh, his name---Misha?---helped to lift her from the ground. It was a weird thing to focus on, but it was also the most normal thing that had happened in this past few minutes.

War? Space? Princesses? Monsters? Was this real life?

She'd try to deny it if she hadn't just seen what she saw. People leaping and moving with ease, magic, magical costumes. She'd been silent for so long, simply because what could she say, but upon being asked, the Page found her voice again.

"I'm not going anywhere with you." It wasn't said rudely, just a simple fact. "You didn't get my name, and it's going to stay that way, I---" She still had that ridiculous egg in one hand, and a gloved hand grabbed a fistful of her dress. "How do I make this go away?"

Ah.

Okolnir couldn't say he was surprised. Not everyone was gung ho about joining a magical war. "You dispel what you are now and you focus on being you again." He answered.

What kind of advice was that.

The Page frowned, briefly, right up until she felt another aura flare to life right next to her. It felt like...her's? She whirled on the man in a flurry of skirts and curls at the accusations, bristling, and was almost taken aback to see him wearing a uniform that mimicked the other...knights...over there. Almost taken aback.

"Excuse you." She growled. "I'm not the one who just had a family reunion---monster bear included---of magical knights and sailors from space! I didn't get this ridiculous dress until your family showed up. So this disease came from them!"

Huh.

So apparently it did run deep in the Vetrov family...which left Okolnir wondering...was Dmitri magical too? The triplets? It was something he would ponder further another time, because at this exact moment, he was hiveminding with his best friend. Okolnir was all about dodging responsibility he didn't need to take on. Beringia turned on his heel, and Okolnir did the same, smirking. "Oh Brr, you haven't even dealt with any before, and I see you're not about to start now."

This was pretty much Okolnir:



[ Okolnir EXIT ]

She could feel the retreat of the other knights, but it was a back seat thought to the man she was bickering with. Even poor Nadia was lost in the bristling indignation she was feeling. "The only bear I attracted was you---"

The Page cut off as Misha revert from the strange get up back to the attire she had met him in, and it reminded the woman that she had wanted to do the same as well. To think of herself, to dispel it---

The gown, the crown, the egg all disappeared, and Wynne was left standing there much like she had when she transformed. Her camera was back in her hand, luckily unharmed. The woman cradled it protectively to her chest once more was Misha started getting pushy again, and she shot the man a glare. "Wipe the sawdust from your eyes, you lumbering oaf!" She snapped. "It was the bear creature that your family brought in that caused it!"

But, she was not looking to stick around. Not after this crazy s**t that just happened, and most certainly not for the other workers to get here. She also did not want to be drawn in by the woman and spoken to more about things. So without anymore prompting, the woman spun on her heel and quickly made a beeline out of the lumber yard, hoping to leave the fool of a man with his magical family and nonsense far behind.