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[color=orange]Any ordinary person probably would have heard about the Orphans searching for the Dark Witch and thought it a joke. He too is still certain this is all a practical joke or some prank. Especially considering a few things, people were still unsure if the Dark Witch even existed. Some crazy, powerful witch, gets through the barrier, tricks the Clementine family and takes their Golden Set and fucks off for eighty years. Why had she not done anything with the set? Why had she vanished with the tea set as well? Talking about jokes is this group. First, managing to not inspire any confidence in himself or his skills is the youngest a half vampire. Oh what is his name again, chicken, no, he had a name name, scaredy cat, close. Oh right Archibald. 

Out of the group he seemed the least experienced. Without combat experience and with his magic still develop, Valeo had no faith in Archibald’s skills. It probably take being melted, or burned, or some other kind of horrible tragedy to get his brain the mental fitness it required to survive the forest. Especially these forest. In truth he isn’t entirely sure they are ready for the challenge at hand. Rumor has it that the Crystal Grove had recently been taken over by a Bearon by the name Hallbjörn. By recently, give a take a year or two. 

It is the ultimate challenge for this group of kids. There is Noble number 2, what’s her name, Rhaya, someone who has the face that shares remarkable resemblance to a doll girls would play with. Yet, has the muscular tone of a boy. He prefered to call her Girl Francis because of it. She prefered he did not. With all that said she and three of others of the group had some talent. He would never tell that to their face. Less they get a big head.

Prissy Pants suited Francis better than Francis. And sometimes if he felt like being respectful, he addressed him as Majesty. Is probably the most qualified out of this group, though for someone with remarkable balance, you’d think to yourself, now here is a guy who is going out wearing what could possibly also be his funeral clothes. With instructions that say, just sew up the holes, this coat is probably more than this funeral. He have some exciting magic up his sleeve. Instead it is the same trick, done differently enough that you’re only half asleep when he’s casting instead of full asleep.

If he didn’t know any better of this world, he’d probably say Bird Girl is the weirdest thing he ever seen. How a bird and a human ever did the naughty together to create her would be the strangest thing this world could ever conduct. Unfortunately that joke did not last long when he knew exactly what Astraea is,a Half Celestial. The same twisted, cursed bloodline, yet they were erecting Half Celestial statues up under the name of purity. Half Celestials were used as the design for twats who believed they were speaking under the guise of virtue. Order of Purity more like Order of Pricks.

Furry rat Maybell is not living up to her true potential. Staring at the opossum of illusions and trickery magic, who liked puzzles, and is tiny enough to fit into spaces. She’d probably make a bandit very happy. The deadliest tool they could utilize was a small fuzzy creature. Perhaps it break her delusional fantasies of her home or the people that once loved her. Break her little psyche and she’d come out of it tougher, maybe some spikier hair, a leather collar to replace her pink scarf and a bald patch of fur with a tough looking tattoo to establish her role.

The only person that bothered him is Sítheach. Too many things did not add up with him.There isn’t really a joke he could make that would make the situation better. He had his theories, after all it is Conveniently Lost his Memories and looking for them back that has them stuck here. Well he’s the one who planted the idea to Francis about even looking for the tea set. Suspicious much. If Valeo knew anything about lies and manipulation it is that he is very good at them and Sítheach got something to hide. Exactly what that is theories were possible. His main theory right now is that he needs virgin orphan blood for some dark ritual and needed to lure them out of the city. Crystal Grove a pretty nice place for said blood ritual, got get rid of the Bearon first. Then at least the rest would die with a nice view of a rainbow.

Certain the ritual required a dead language and probably drawing some crude magical rune in the dirt, with grooves to allow the blood to run from the wood of the trees into the earth. Because ancient fae and earth stuff.

Magnar had been sent ahead of the group earlier this morning when all the kids were prepping for the trip. One or another he would get out of this. It is not like he isn’t grateful for “Grammy” Sweet Tooth, more or less death is death and it is the future of life. Everything will rot and go back into the ground. If the Orphans were smart they would have taken the chance to die by surviving and learning how to live on their own. Or get into that nice school if they could bare their face being mauled off. This seemed like an extreme leap in most of their capabilities. Make her a nice card, a sad poem, a sad song, say goodbye, host a party. But sacrifice for your life for someone else who barely did the same for you. The actions were not quite equal. Gertrude never threw her body into the line of fire for them. Never took an arrow for them. Why they chose to waste their lives on this little adventure baffled him.

Better to book it now. Less the likelihood of dying sooner than later. Sítheach mentions something about his memories and the key looking familiar. Valeo ignores the comment to make his own, “Hey I forgot to mention a little while ago the Bearon who has made a home out of Crystal Grove."[/color]