[hr][hr][h1][b][i][center][color=pink]Cuyler Eysteinsson[/color][/center][/i][/b][/h1]
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[hr][center][color=pink]Location:[/color] The Palace Lounge -- Asgard
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Life on Asgard had become exceptional to Cuyler. He thrived here, learning more about his ability from his mother and a more intimate understanding of the history. His family history. With his growing ability there came a growing confidence within himself and Cuyler had grown into quite the fighter. He protected and served Asgard with his life and although most missions tended to be more training, Cuyler handled everything seriously when it came down to it. He liked going on missions and helping Lady Sif and the Warriors Three. It was a whole other world fighting and learning alongside them. 
Today however was a reprieve from all that learning and training. Cuyler stood with his back to the dart board, showing off a bit and turned around at the last second and threw his last dart, aiming for the bullseye. He came up short however and cursed himself. This game of darts was a bit advanced though, for there were obstacles in the way and one could also use their power to aid them in achieving their ends. It was a far more entertaining game this way. 
Halley walked into the room, interrupting Cuyler and Arnora’s fun. Cuyler and Halley had become, tolerant of each other but that was about it. Cuyler felt like she still didn’t trust him or his ability. Whatever the problem was, it seemed she would have to put her feelings aside for she needed their help. Cuyler would have to thank his mother for the mission. He looked at the projected image, having seen the thing before. At the very least it looked familiar. Cuyler’s eyes shone when Halley announced that Loki had been the one to take the object. Excellent. Ever since Loki had made an appearance at Myth and Bruce’s wedding, he had wanted to get his hands on the trickster. Sure he had been a sort of role model and teacher for his mother but he was also a problem and disrupted the balance. Not to mention making his mother uneasy. The only problem Cuyler had with this mission was the idea of returning to Midgard. Much had changed and Cuyler had pretty much moved past Arya, immersing himself in his studies but he still wasn’t seeing anyone else. 
The hologram faded and Cuyler met Halley’s eyes. [color=pink]”Do you have an idea where on Midgard he could be?”[/color]

[hr][hr][h1][b][i][center][color=#006400]Amarantha[/color][/center][/i][/b][/h1]
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[hr][center][color=#006400]Location:[/color] The Palace Courtyard
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Children’s laughter and screaming filled the Palace courtyard. Bonfire night was one of those nights that everyone was allowed beyond the Palace walls and could mingle freely with the royals. Which meant a bigger headache for the commander of the Palace Guard. Amarantha stalked around the fire, watching as dolls were thrown in and then people moved off to drink their cider. Crime had spiked within the Castle and unrest was growing outside the Castle walls with two of the Castle’s enemies doing whatever they could to cause headaches. Of course most of the information was privileged and with Fleur still not showing her face, the unrest there had died down some. However, Amarantha made sure to still have eyes and ears open for any movement on that front. 
Her eyes scanned the perimeter, watching for her men and woman’s positions before she went back to her own. Myrus found an old companion and so Amarantha attached herself to Antonije. Her green cloak billowed around her as she moved to stand beside the white haired man. When he reappeared Amarantha nearly cried with delight. She still had no idea what they would be fighting but she knew who and so she knew what she would need from him. 
[color=#006400]”How is the progress going on my latest request?”[/color] She wanted Fleur disorientated when it finally came to the fight they were all expecting and so she required some sort of sensory deprivation tool in order to achieve these means. 

Titan was guarding Princess Luna still, Lennox was several paces behind Prince Myrus in the Palace Courtyard and Phoenix and Alcott are guarding Queen Valda, wherever she is. 

[hr][hr][h1][b][i][center][color=#1E90FF]Ahote Proudstar[/color][/center][/i][/b][/h1]
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[hr][center][color=#1E90FF]Location: His room -- The Palace[/color]
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For months Ahote had been combing through papers on his down time from tutoring the Prince. Any information on the ring or witch defense was everything that he was looking for. Although recently he had started looking up fire and the control of that. There was a baby, Dawn was her name. She had developed a nasty habit of setting things on fire and with his advanced ability, Amarantha seemed to think that problem was right up his alley as well. Thing was, Ahote never dealt with baby’s who had a power before. His people developed their power when they were much older and were trained for years before that in order to handle their power. Trying to tell a baby no you can’t burn that, was like telling glue to not dry. It wasn’t exactly a science. Mostly Ahote just ran around putting things on fire out and keeping the little thing as calm as possible. 
For the moment, Ahote was getting some more information on old ruins and symbols in his head while he got ready for the bonfire. Everyone was excited for this night. Including Myrus. Ahote had helped build up the various bonfires as well and was eager to get his hands on some hot cider and converse with people throughout the Castle. He had made various friends but stuck mostly with the royal family and Palace Guard. He had created a sort of family here and with the Prince’s progress in his emotion and now power, everyone seemed to be a little more accepting of the True North native. Ahote finally decided to call it a night with research and put his papers away before he dressed in warmer clothing and headed out of his room.