Kamiyama Mitsuko

Who: Lysander and Xanthus
When: Morning has broken
Where: A grove of trees outside Helicharis
What: Sullen teenage boys are difficult to deal with

It had almost felt like he'd never slept. Mostly because he hadn't - he couldn't sleep after his conversation with Korrace and he hadn't slept much prior to that, the slide from unconsciousness to that middle state happening not too long after his body became immovable with sleep. His limbs felt incredibly heavy as he stared, body slumped on the ground and his arms folded under his head over a large boulder, at the dying embers of the fire.

He couldn't remember learning how much brush it took to keep a fire burning through the night. There wasn't a calculation for it. He just knew how much to gather, could adjust automatically if it was a windy night or a cool night or if he'd be leaving before daylight broke. It was natural. It was natural to Xanthus, it was natural to every centaur he ever met, he was sure. It was natural. They just knew.

Lysander blinked, mouth a thin, empty line. He had spent hours trying to find what he was looking for, some extra spark, some... something. He just couldn't find it, not matter how hard he searched inside of himself. Quite a bit past frustration, he simply stared out ahead of him in melancholy blankness, watching the flames flicker low.

Who: Susie and Elliot
When: Late morning/early afternoon
Where: Art and Trade Enclave
What: A little bit of music...and maybe some dancing.


She just needed to get away. Worry over the missing women compounded now that she had friends out there looking for them. Susie didn’t want anyone to get hurt – couldn’t contemplate losing anyone else. While she felt the pull of the water, she couldn’t bring herself to go for a swim today. The lake here had become associated with all kinds of emotions and experiences. And she didn’t want to think. She wanted to escape.( Read more )

Who: Zach, Nico, Dante, Dione, and Adrienne
When: Early Evening
Where: A cave near the western edge of the haven.
What: Zach and Nico wander off from the search party and find trouble.

[save spot! writing up]

Who: Lysander harsi Herrenlaia and... well. A star.
When: A frozen moment in time, just barely passing as early morning
Where: A combination of Lysander and the star's memory
What: The Kytherion tries to get some outside perspective on Theora's intuition. Really far outside.

( I just miss when this was... wasn't what it is now. )

Friday: February 15, 2008

• Sunrise: 6:32 AM
• Sunset: 5:10 PM

Notable Events:

• Loki discovers something horrible when his seaward journey ends at the haven in the Bahamas.


• The Search Party Threads: Inside Elysium and Outside of Elysium.


• Dante gets violent around/with Adrienne and Dione, his captives.


• OOC: We would like your opinion on some suggestions for the information pages!

Weather Report:
The skies are clear all day, but clouds will obscure the sky at night. The afternoon will see the warmest part of the day with a temperature of 52°F. The low will reach 21°F during the early morning hours, and the average temperature today stays steady around 36°F. The humidity is high, and a mild wind will come from the southeast during the early afternoon. The moon is six days away from being full.

Who: Open to Some (Characters must be strong to accompany this group.)
When: All Day
Where: Outside of Elysium, beyond the mountain range in unsafe lands.
What: The rest of the search party checks outside of Elysium for Dante.
OOC: Post multiple threads, leave them open for others to join, or set your character up with someone in particular! Just have fun and use your imagination! Clues, discoveries, and more are up to you!

While half of the search party split into smaller groups and checked the inside of Elysium’s borders, there was another group that needed to scale the dangerous lands outside of the safe haven. It was probable that Dante Donovan had taken the route out of Elysium and sought to get as far away from the haven as possible. In truth, it was the only way the werewolf would escape the law, so it seemed a viable option to pursue. Only strong praeternaturals and humans with useful physical or magical abilities were allowed to accompany this group because of the dangers of traveling beyond the haven in a diseased and radiated wasteland.

Though the view from within Elysium must have been a beautiful sight to behold, there appeared a dull fiery hue to the sky and the land beyond the borders. Many of the plants were withered, and the ground seemed muddy and ran unbridled in all directions. Past the mountains, there existed few places to hide in the open terrain. Perhaps the only true place for shelter was a large forest in the distance, but searching the forest would take days upon days of travel and lost time. It was unlikely they would ever find the werewolf and his captives if Dante fled to the forest.

Still, a false trail might have been set up to trick them and let them believe Dante had taken this direction. Any clue was a clue to being one step closer to the madman, and the party would search until they were successful.

Who: Open to Everyone
When: All Day
Where: The edge of Elysium, near the mountains.
What: Some of the search party checks inside Elysium’s borders for Dante.
OOC: Post multiple threads, leave them open for others to join, or set your character up with someone in particular! Just have fun and use your imagination! Clues, discoveries, and more are up to you!

Despite their reasons for being at the edge of Elysium, the edge of the land was a beautiful place to behold. Mountains rose high into atmosphere, shadowy blue in the distance and snow-tipped at the peaks. Endless caves burrowed into the mountains, though most of them were occupied by the dwarves and their little kingdom apart from most of Elysium. Not only could Dante not hide with the dwarves, for they had been warned of his possible presence at the borders, but the search party could gleam information of local happenings from the dwarves.

It was unlikely they would find Dante today, but the werewolf had to have left a trail due to traveling. There was no way he could not be traced, not when he was being followed by trained guards, eager citizens, and other praeternaturals with senses to combat Dante’s own. Taking the two women with him had been a terrible mistake, and the search party was determined first and foremost to rescue Dante’s captives and to take Dante—dead or alive, the announcement said—back to Helicharis.

Now, it was simply up to them to pick up a trail and discover the location of Dante Donovan, Adrienne Conté, and Dione Castel.

Who: Katy Wilson
When: Morning of February 12, 2008
Where: Katy's cottage
What: Katy finds a gift left in front of her bedroom door.

She woke up choking. She covered her mouth and nose and opened her eyes, glancing around her room frantically. Why did it smell of death? The whole place reeked of it. She wanted to hurl, and she felt the bile rise in her throat. She had thought she must have been dreaming, that the smell was a part of her dream, but it only grew stronger as she woke to full consciousness.

She clutched the bed clothes and threw them from her as she swung her legs off the bed and stood up. She pulled her shirt collar over her nose in an attempt to keep the bad air out. She needed to get out of there. The smell of death, decay, and congealed blood was starting to make her panic. The animal inside was becoming riled up and urged her to follow ancient instincts.

Katy opened the door to leave her bedroom so she could make a dash down stairs and out the front door where hopefully there would be clean air and she could collect her thoughts and calm the rising panic, when she looked down. There in front of her was a mangled corpse of a once magnificent wolf. It's neck had been broken, and the animal had suffered greatly. In the animal's eye was penned a note that only said, ( I'm Watching. )

Who: Mitsuko and Logan (Narrative)
When: Night
Where: Kamiyama-Nagamori-Jung cottage
What: Mama-Mitsuko is NOT happy

Mitsuko had left Midori's at dawn and spent the rest of the day continuing her search for Adrienne. Her leg hurt from where it had been mauled by the todd. She hadn't given it proper time to heal before running on it once again.

She hadn't found Adrienne. As much as she wanted to continue looking for her friend, she knew she couldn't leave Logan and the twins for another night. She'd already been gone nearly two.

When she arrived home, she was greeted by a very enthusiastic hug from her brother. Logan wasn't normally extremely affectionate, but his worry for his sister outweighed any discomfort he had. Mitsuko gave Logan a pat on the head in response before limping towards the stairs.

"What happened?" Logan asked softly, noticing the injury affecting her movements.

"Just a fox," Mitsuko replied. "It's not bad. Just stings a bit."

( Are the twins asleep? )

Who: Chris, Hayate & Ralph
When: Night
Where: Hayate's place
What: Going to hell in a handbasket of bad deeds and bad choices
Warnings: Mature sexual content w/three people (eventually) and one is a teenager, jsyk.

Ralph crossed his arms over his chest. He was trying to lock warmth inside his coat. The days were easy to bear, but the nights were freezing. He walked steadily on a dirt road. Ralph counted his steps. He was on two hundred and seventy-three when the menial task bored him. He stopped counting. Ralph thought on the reason why he was out tonight. The path led to the address on the slip of paper in his pocket. Paper given to him by Hayate last night.

What had he agreed to? Ralph never did anything like this before. Just thinking about it was bizarre. He said yes though. Turning back on his word now wasn’t right. How is this right? Ralph thought. He frowned. It wasn’t wrong if everyone agreed. Morally ambiguous. Ralph liked to look at it that way.

Was what he tried to do last night right? It wasn’t any different. Ralph had moral lines. He did. The problem was figuring out where they began, and where they ended.

He noticed the lights of the cottage. Ralph walked up to Hayate’s home. His hair had fallen into his face so he raked it back using his hand. He knocked and held his breath. Morally ambiguous. He could do this.

Who: Xanthus and Lysander
When: May-ish 2007?
Where: Near the Bulgarian/Macedonian border
What: Xanthus and Lysander regroup after their mishap in crossing the border.

( If I were the one with the arrow, maybe there would be more than two of us. )

Who: Elliot & Sascha
When: Afternoon of February 13th, 2008
Where: The Tailor Shop
What: Dude to dude advice

Elliot needed new clothes. More importantly he needed sexy clothes. Things to attract the eyes of women. His workplace didn’t have a dress code. He got sick of wearing the same thing everyday. Faded blue shirts and khakis got old quick. How was he going to pick up anybody looking like a normal busboy? Elliot had to stand out.

He was good at it naturally, but his clothes needed to stand out too.

Elliot popped out of the dressing room decked in black. White shirt, leather jacket, and lowrise black jeans. Lowrises were okay on dudes these days so he didn’t think about it. They were kinda tight though. Elliot moved around in them. He’d need a bigger size.

He stopped the nearest walking person by grabbing him on the shoulder.

“Hey, you’re a guy. Tell me what you think.” Elliot put on shades. He did a cool pose for him. “Does this say I’m cool yet approachable?” Elliot stared into the mirror at his reflection. His ego was getting to him. He smiled in satisfaction, slowly nodded. “And devilishly handsome and totally into you…”

Elliot said the last part to himself. He imagined talking to a woman when he said that.

Elliot shot a finger gun at the mirror as he grinned at his reflection.

Who: Loki [Narrative]
When: Mid-day
Where: Landing in The Bahamas.
What: Loki discovers the horrible truth of what’s happened to the haven across the world.

When Loki spotted land on the horizon, his face swelled into a smile—no, a grin—of victory. He hollered out to his crew to prepare for landing the ship and shouted out that land was ahead on the horizon. He slid down from his post and landed hard against the wooden planks of the deck, breaking into a run across the ship. “Land is ahead, mates! Let’s land this baby!” He clapped hands with Theo and dashed to the edge of the ship’s bow as far as his feet could take him.

Holding onto the ropes of the sail, Loki leaned himself over the edge as he gazed outward. It was a beautiful sight, and closer they drew to the island. Through the fog came a clearer picture to the captain and his crew. Though he expected green hills, Loki saw a blackened stretch of scorched land. It extended as far as the eye could see, covering the once green hills with charcoal ash. The grin slowly fell from Loki’s face. This was once his home, but all he saw was a wasteland awaiting him upon the shore.

Time passed as they came closer to the island, and the tone of the crew had become somber as everyone stared ahead in silence. Eventually, the ship docked on the one piece of land not burnt to the ground: a fine stretch of pearly white sand with unmarred docks, the only man-made thing still standing ashore.

( Loki took the first step off of the ship, his boot landing first upon the sand. )

Who: Logan, Chris and Charlie
When: Afternoon
Where: Their cottage
What: Fending for themselves while Mitsuko is away

Logan was up in his room studying. While he had not begun his lessons with Sascha yet, he had been given several books to read in preparation.

This was easier said than done, at least at the moment. Logan was preoccupied. He knew about the escape of Dante Donovan. About how he'd taken two girls-- Adrienne, Mitsuko seemed to believe. Then Mitsuko had gone out to find her friend.

Dante had been the one who killed Kaiya. That was what the rumour was. For months, he'd thought it'd been Hayate, but now... And he had Adrienne. Mitsuko and Zach were out trying to find her.

Logan had wanted to go with. He wanted to help. Wanted to make sure his friends were okay. Mitsuko refused to let him go. Said he had to stay at home. That she would get into trouble by the Council if she let him come and they could take him, Chris and Charlie away.

Logan felt he was an adult. He was very nearly eighteen. But the idea that Charlie and Chris could be taken away stopped him. Now that they were there, he didn't want them leaving.

After nearly an hour of pretending to read the book in his hands, Logan tossed it aside. He went down the two flights of stairs to the living room, to see if there was any news. Maybe Mitsuko had returned while he was trying to study. The person he found in the living room was very blonde and definitely not his sister.

Logan sighed deeply. "Mitsuko hasn't come back," He ruffled his hair with his hand. "Maybe they found Adrienne and she went to Irei's. She does do that sometimes." He'd not talked to Charlie and Chris about Mitsuko's relationship with the necromancer, but they surely knew she hadn't spent every night at their cottage since they'd moved in.

Who: Mitsuko and Midori (narrative)
When: Very early morning
Where: Near the forest cottages
What: Mitsuko searches for her friend, gets into trouble and has a surprising moment.

There were only bits and pieces of information. The Council was playing things pretty close to the chest. The only thing Mitsuko knew was that Dante had taken two women hostage. She knew of Dante's interest in Adrienne. And her friend was not at her home.

Mitsuko had not formally volunteered for a search party. She suspected as a young woman with three teenagers in her charge, she'd be rebuked, that it was too dangerous for someone with such responsibilities. And she couldn't say she was at all comfortable with the Council still.

Besides, Mitsuko was a hunter. She was better at searching on her own, in her animal form. If she was in a 'search party', she would be slowed down.

The small white fox stopped and let out a small growl. She was tired-- she'd been at this for nearly a day. Her body ached and she was just getting confused. So many people were out searching for Dante and the kidnapped girls that her nose was clogged with the scents of so many people.

But she couldn't give up. Not when her friend was out there. She had told herself she wasn't going to lose anyone else she cared about. If that meant she had to push herself, she was going to do it. She continued on, deeper into the trees.

She was weary and her nose was close to the ground. So focused, she didn't notice the large creature leap at her.

( You territorial bastard! )

Who: Kelckek, Theora, and Open
When: Morning,
Where: Water Bungalows
What: A very eventful Birthday... Maybe...

The early sun filled the room with the graceful pinks and yellows of morning as Kelchek opened his eyes to the new day. "Hhuhhh." He sighed with relief, thankful to have woken up. His muscles still ached as Zane said they would, but he managed to sit up with little trouble. He was definitely a sight for sore eyes with his short brown hair all a mess, his facial hair wild and scruffy, and his body hunched over in discomfort. At least he was no longer tired, although he was sure he looked it as he nearly fell off of the full sized bed in an attempt to straighten his posture. He had never liked slouching, or the awkwardness that came with this pain. Grace and poise had always been a part of him.

He slowly scanned the room. So this is my room... He hardly believed himself. My house. Lost in his thoughts he sat there dazed, trying to find something that seemed even vaguely like his, something that felt like home. He found nothing. This room was no more his than anyones. He turned his head away from the foreign room and back to the pillow, his pillow? He eyes caught sight of a small note left on the end table.

"BED REST"

"Whatever." Kelchek scoffed, unsure whether or not to take it seriously. Zane had been more than helpful and kind, but he always viewed "doctor" as an acquired taste. A taste that he hadn't acquired. Let's see how well this works. He slowly placed his feet firmly against the chilled wooden floor and applied enough pressure to test his knees for stability. So far so good. He managed to stand, but left one hand on the bed for support. Taking his first few steps was a little bit more than shaky, but it soon became easier.

( He wanted to leave this unfamiliar place, leave and run back home to his small apartment in New York. )