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I should really be doing something other than literally chasing people's tails. The pale kitsune thought to himself as he followed one of his foxfires as it bounced through the grass fluttering it's wings. Tails were a sad fetish of the young fox boy, he just loved the soft tails that he could snuggle against, even if it wasn't something other students liked. I think students are supposed to be doing something, and if my father finds out that I am not doing so well.. No, best not to think about how he would be sent back home in shame.

His thoughts were cut off when he was smacked in the face with a flyer. "Gwah," He stated rather intelligently, before looking at the paper. A job, oh he could read, he could write.. passively well. Yes that is something he could do! Then there was the rather pleasant thought of getting paid, it did sat that would happen absolutely! Wagging his tails he bounced his way to the library to sign up to help.

How to get to the library though? He was still in his first year and he hardly knew how to get to classes let alone how to get anywhere important like a library. Frowning a little he bounced down the halls, nearly tripping on his own hair once or twice before he managed to corner a poor gnome that was looking passively not busy. When the gnome realized he couldn't pawn the pale student off on anyone else he finally gestured for him to head to the portal.

What he had not been anticipating was the state of the library. The books looked terrible, like someone had thrown a tantrum. He could see the poor things all torn and tattered, and he felt the need to do something. Folding his ears down in dismay he walked over to pick up a quill and ask what he should do. Now telling a young absent minded kitsune to be able to write anything was likely not the wisest thing, but it did make for a happy boy. He moved to the first book and... was sucked inside?

The last sound from him before he vanished was. "Agh...."

Zar didn’t need to go shopping very often, after all, most of what they needed was readily available on the estate, rats were plentiful, as were demon goats and for him at least, that was all he really needed to sustain himself. Still, sometimes he liked to go out, just to get away from the castle and Spindle Lane for a bit, one was too desolate, the other was too dangerous. The quieter parts of Halloween Town were a good exchange for this, bustling with all manner of races rather than just an iniquitous den of demons. Today he’d decided to go and get himself some hoof and horn polish and to treat himself with something exotic to eat.

He wasn’t expecting the flyers, he hadn’t seen a flyer shower in years and years, so when one of the fluttering things impaled itself on a horn, he plucked it off and read it. Part time work. Frankly it sounded like a bit of fun and something that would ease his boredom from skulking around the castle for months so he tucked it away in a pocket and decided there and then to go and see what he could gain from it.

Libraries were about as homey as he could imagine, having grown up in a huge house full of books and little else besides for company. The isolation had been so absolute that he’d began to route his fear in a ditch attempt to survive into the fears surrounding contractual obligations and of writing. Some vestige of that remained and though he constantly assured everyone that he hated books and never wanted to see another one as long as he lived, he felt oddly at peace in the library.

It didn’t even matter that it was in a state of absolute chaos, people he didn’t know running to and fro and papers everywhere, somehow the very state of chaos itself seemed muted by its location. He was accosted by a small figure in far too many cardigans and paused, looking a little stunned as he was ordered to go and retrieve a quill.

For just a moment he found himself considering eating the individual in front of him, not out of hunger but out of the sheer cornered feeling he experienced at being faced with his old life over again. Mercifully, though his pupils dilated and his tail gathered in coils behind him he made no move to strike, instead exhaling again in a hiss. It was fine. Everything was fine, no one was making him do this, he was choosing to do this. He held the quill with a muscle memory that had never gone away, remembering being able to write with three quills at the same time.

Reaching over with his long tail, he scooped up a book and snapped it open, holding the quill poised to write...and was pulled headlong straight into it with an undignified bleat.

Hunter: Melvin Wood


He hadn't spent much time home. There was still a lot of rearranging, and he felt more and more detached from the place, only tethered by some self-imposed idea that he should not leave Lawr as a friend or leave Melody and Mik on their own with no guidance what-so-ever. However, even he knew his limits, and what was left of him was drained and just as lost. It had changed from a want to keep himself away to a absolute need, and he found himself looking to pack to spend some time with Jordan.

Just as he was folding some clothes into a duffle-bag, the mission came through his phone, Typically going on a mission for the sake of money didn't appeal to him, but the guilt trip did. It struck a old wound and he felt the old fear of loosing something precious even if he couldn't put a face to this one - they all had one face. In the end, he felt himself bleed inside at the idea of loss that wasn't even his own.

Considering it was golems, he felt a bit more relieved and went to the lighthouse to help out, surprised by the overall turnout. He made sure to text everyone he was going on a mission so they would know.

By the time he got there, the golems were rather generic but he was glad that none were festering rot-bags and glanced at what was available.

That one. Saliva pipped up, and he glanced at the pen a moment.

"Really? The witch looks a bit better."

Trust me on this. You want that one.

While he didn't quite understand, he picked the werewolf. The young man was scruffy, with long arms that ended in furry paws and claws. As usually they had a tail and claw, complete with a broken chained collar. The hair was a deepish red in color with white streaks.

The library was not what he expected, though impressive in it's massive size. Beyond the chaos of all manner of creature shouting and running about with papers and boxes of dripping quills in their arms, he saw towers of books that no doubt held a lot of valuable knowledge to Deus. It would have taken ages to look through them all, but his curiosity was instantly grabbed.

This didn't' last long as a golem grabbed the broken chain at his neck and tugged it, shouting at him frantically to go grab something and start writing. Frowning, he looked at his paws, flexing them a moment before he walked over to get a tiny, frankly too thin quill and looked around before he picked up a book off a pile atop a table. It ha no label he could see and so, feeling a bit wrong just writing in any library book, he opened it.

With a grit of his teeth, he was pushed forward and with a snap, the book closed.

How long has he slept? As Elio blinked open his eyes and took in the space around him, slowly trying to flex his muscles, the answer became a painfully acute 'too long'. He's been podded due to neglect of duties and had chosen the fate rather than risking a mission he wasn't suited for. The looks from the faces of his superior offices had been those that clearly showed him just what they thought of the errant hunter trainee. He'd been brash and foolish and it had cost him, and as his body lurched forward from the pod only to collapse onto the cold floor, the man in what had once been a nearly pressed vest and shirt was left to listen as the attendant recited what he missed. The dull voice was almost pleasant and the one in his head, shards for broken glass comforting now, driving away other thoughts and making life just a bit easier.

As he grappled with his emergence from the pod, Elio was given some time on his own to integrate back into the world. Let him regain a bit of his sense. A mission was why they'd woken him back up. He had use and they had no excuse not to use him. After all, what was one more warm body to fill the ranks? Some part of Elio knew he should have been upset at this, but he couldn't be. They were doing just what any group would do in this situation. Use what resources they had and move forward. A deep breath as she sat in the cafeteria, the man mulled over what the future possibly had in store for him and his weapon. The sound of glass cracking didn't bode well. But then breaking things never did. Perhaps that was why he felt so apathetic to the whole affair. Later, it would catch up to him, but for right now, he would just sit and be content to eat in peace.

Hunters had gathered at the lighthouse, (just like before his mind companion like to say, as if to remind Elio that the pods ever loomed down there in the life labs. Cold, waiting, ready should he disappoint once more). It was a fair day, and rumors swirled around the young man, the life trainee that held a speak near glittering in what dull sunlight filtered through clouds and mist. A class A mission and a leader possibly returning was why some had taken it up, this call to arms. But others no doubt were like him. Called with no option, choice removed. After waking that fact had been brought up and it hung on his tongue like a heavy American word. No one spoke in Italian. None but Specchio who's voice held that other wordly nature could mimic the sweet softer tones of his mother tongue. Yet as Specchio spoke in his mind, Elio couldn't find comfort in what was said. The mission was at the front of his mind.

Golems lined up, ready for use, he was given a werefox, the markings red and vibrant and inhuman according to the file. Specchio liked the detail, the fangs and soft pads on the overly large hands. Elio just shook his head. The portal waited and when he stepped through, into the golem and into a flase identity he knew he was gone to another place. He had arrived atthe library; he felt himself lurch forward, his weapon's laughter at it all painful and shattering. The ruffled mane of fur smelling like forest moss. The books like aged parchment and paper with true ink. It reminded him of home.

It was the last fleeting thought before a book sucked him away.

Leev was one to trust her gut, as long as there wasn't anything far more logical and obvious way to go. There certainly wasn't anything more pressing to do anyway - It didn't take much to get her through the portal. That nostalgic tug had been subtle at first, but firm, not that she would have fought it much anyway.

"Hm." The library - an old library from the looks of things - was not quite what she'd expected to see. Not to say she'd expected anything in particular, but certainly not dusty old books and the smell of aged paper.

Leev raised one eyebrow at the activity around her. Not too much, but more than enough to be noticeable. Gremlins? Citizens from Halloween? Well, it was a library, it would make sense that there were folks making use of it.

The Death Horseman glanced around. No real sign of how she'd arrived... And that subtle tug was pulling her towards... Shelves. Not these shelves, but shelves beyond those nearest to her.

Leev began to walk, picking her way around beings and and shelves, following something she hardly knew was there. A curiosity. Something small and quiet but persistent.

"Here," she whispered, stopping in front of a particular shelf. It was particular for no reason other than it was the one that seemed to draw her attention. She reached up, letting her fingers trail over the tops of books, down their spines. One book on the end of a row fell, and she reached for it, but failed to catch it. It toppled off the shelf - And Leev worried that the fall might hurt it. Even as that thought crossed her mind, for books should be cared for, another realization settled over her.

The book was what was tugging at her.

[Hunter: Ace]

Ace frowned gently, long arm groping for his beeping phone. It was quite early in the morning in his words. With one eye still closed, another eye squinted at the blurry worm-like texts. Ah, he got several. His lazy plan didn't work well, the small texts remained like tiny black worms. Frowned again, the trainee brushed his hair backward and sat up.

<Morning, Ace ♡> The sweet whisper appeared in his mind was greeted with the same affection, "Morning, Cat". Finally he was awakened enough to read the messages, he discovered his roommates had already left. During his short time in Deus, he got accustomed to meaningless text from their leader and expected to see some messages with just an emtion, he blinked at the word "CLASS A MISSION". The end of his lips turned up, spars with other hunters were fun, talking to halloween creatures was a enjoyment, but he sought for more excitable events like their fight with the horseman.

"Oh," he also got a text from Kimberly, since last time in Sahara, they became text friends. Ace didn't really care about saving lives, but he decided to participate as well. Smiled at the text blaming the reader for not coming early, his fingers flicked over the buttons.



He then put down his phone, took off his clothes and had a quick shower. It was effective to wake him up. As a trainee, the salary was little, it would be great if he could earn from the mission. Swiftly gave himself a light make-up and grabbed all the necessities into his bag, he went out. "Would you like a date, Cat?" His partner, a haunt chirpped in joy as her reply.

Sadly, when he arrived, the cheerful girl wasn't in sight. Shrugged his shoulder lightly, Ace followed the rest to pick up his golem, typical and classic creature in movies. "How's this?" The female voice snorted in objection, implying she was prettier. It made him chuckled with satisfaction. "Alright, I'll take this and give my friend a nice surprise."

"Who allowed you to sleep here? You're here to work, work, work!" Followed by the shreik, Ace felt he was kicked lightly on his leg and opened his eyes. The so-called Library was surely the biggest he had ever seen, but also the noisiest. There were pointed-ear creatures running around, shouting things and so on. Was it ready a library? He, or better said, she now picked up a ripped book. "Ouch," somewhere a creature slipped over empty papers and made a fuss.

Not far away, a short elf-like creature in suit pointed his short arm at individuals who were wandering around. "You, you, you and you there! Are your mind empty and not knowing what a librarian does? Go and work! No work no pay! Go write someting, goooooooooooooooo!" The creature ordered meanly and stomped off. "...Don't they know we've no time to waste, so busy, so busy..." he mumbled something to himself as he disappered in sight.

The litte fuss didn't stop people from making puzzled faces, Ace combed his hair and touched his long fangs, he was a pale skinned vampire lady. They were told not to draw too much attention, thus the vampire sat down on a wooden lounge gracefully, crossed her long legs and opened an empty book with one hand. Ace used his slim fingers to rub a page, it didn't feel new at all, how strange. As the quill in hand touched the surface of the page, something unexpected happened.

<Ace! ♡>

[Bing]was gleefully going through an abandoned burlap sack when a flyer hit her face. She growled and took a bite out of it. As the rest of the flyer floated by her head, her eyes followed it. The vixen’s ears bounced as she read the word “PAYING.”

I haven’t been payed since ever!

Her tails wiggled in delight. She didn’t bother reading the rest of the flyer and wasted no time in making her way to the library. She blinked when she kicked open the doors to the library and beheld the chaos inside. Her eyes lit up and she bared her fangs as her grin widened.

Has the library always been like this? This looks way funner than I remember it!

Bing giggled and jumped into a pile of demolished books. She poked her head out of the pile when she heard the voice of a book gremlin. Her ears twitched as it spoke. After hearing the frantic tone of it’s voice she became even more excited. She burst out of the pile of books and zoomed around looking for a quill.

“Quilly, quilly, where the hell are you?”

The rowdy kitsune managed to find a quill and proudly held it high in the air as if she had accomplished a great quest. Her eyes panned the room as she put her hands on the floor, shaking her hips as she prepared to pounce on the most promising book. She wondered if there was a secret, forbidden book that had been unearthed in the chaos. A book so dangerous no one had ever read it. That would be the one she wanted most. A book dropped down on her head while she was thinking.

I guess the book chose me! All I have to do is write anything? Jobs sure are easy!

Suddenly the book began to pull her in. Her head was sucked in first and she flailed around with the book on her face. She tried to push it off her face with her legs but the rest of her was pulled into the book as well.

What the hell is this?! Lesson learned! Never work!

It was just another day, the lanky reaper with flowing orange hair had nothing better to do then wander the town as classes where for the most part already done for the upcoming Holiday. (Not that he bothered to go to many of them) Still he was wandering the streets with Sharpie right beside him. The tiny ink filled cat happily chasing some random bug as False fiddled on his phone. It was at this very moment between his phone, the cat, and gust of flyers hitting him in the face that False ended up face first on the side walk cursing in what sounded like German.

“What the ******** is this!?” He coughed, he sputtered, he tried to rub the ink stains out of his robe and toss Sharpie aside who’s only response was to laugh at his companion’s troubles. “It looks like someone is hiring help at the Library. Kinda looks like they might even be paying too.” The reality was they weren’t and Sharpie was sure of it, but he was as bored as False and eager to stick his nose in a few books. Maybe make a few ‘creative’ edits where he saw fit.

“A library? Really? THE library though?” Slowly False stumbled up onto his feet scooping up his phone before tucking it away in his jacket to grab one of the many flyers fluttering by. “Fine. Let’s see what they’ve got. Maybe they have some good spell tomes hidden in there too…”
“Awww yis, going to the Library.”

“Try not to ruin the books with you ink…”

“Try not setting them on fire when you get mad about something.”

“Schließen Sie die ******** up Katze…”

Sammy was in town again, Siddie had given her a shopping list of things to pick up, but given the fact that her family had recently cut ties with the shadow ghoul had left them both lacking in a lot of extra funding. What little Sammy got for student housing and supplies was starting to run low faster then she had expected when they both had to live off it. She bit the bottom of her lip as she checked her old Skellyphone a few more times clicking over and over through the messages trying to piece together how she could afford the food for the minipets plus something for Siddie just to make the day a little brighter.

She was still looking at her list, Toxin’s hooves clattering on the street as he continued aimlessly forward while Sammy was distracted, it wasn’t till the strange horse snorted in agitation that Sammy looked up to notice the clouds of flyers drifting through the streets. Apparently other folks where taking notice too. Some batted them away, others grabbed at them to see what was going on. Of course Sammy fell into the later group plucking one from Toxin’s tangle mane of shadows and vines.

“Quit fussing before you stomp on an imp or something,” she grabbed the tangled mass of ‘reins’ tugging the beast into submission as her eyes flickered over the paper curiously. A job at the library? Pay absolutely? The flames in her empty sockets flickered a tad bit brighter as she tugged hard at Toxin’s reins pulling the horse into a gallop that ran across the sky. She could make it to the library, get some extra seeds, and maybe buy Siddie that new dating sim game she was always looking at…