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This seems like a really cool concept Lunar.

Gonna keep a very close eye on this and throw in interest. Maybe brainstorm some ideas! :)

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Bebe's Theme
Bebe's Voice
✡ "I'm going to forge my own destiny!" ✡

✡ Time: Morning ✡ Location: Crocus - Fenixtear Guildhall ✡ Interaction: Lém (Bee), Grasidia, Torys ✡



There was a certain irony to the situation that was completely lost on the young woman in the violet dress, which frankly, looked more like a night gown. Grasidia was much older than she looked and Bebe's inquiry into the petulant and wearisome nature of these said old folk was a spectacle of humor had she known better. But Bebe and ignorance were one in the same. Wherever she so decided to mosey about, it moseyed about with her it seemed. Ignorant was basically her middle name. But then, she'd be too ignorant to know that too. So here she stood; rather sat. Crossed leg at the table with her gaze bright eyed and engaged towards the woman as she spoke. In that moment, Blank plopped into her lap, swiftly from out of nowhere. This cat was an elusive creature. Quick to go about his business and then return to Bebe's warm lap for a nice rub when he saw fit. He curled up into the creases of her gown and purred as Bebe stroked his fur. Blank was particular about who he let rub him.

When Grasidia finished talking, Bébé seemed a bit dazed, but noticeably engaged, though maybe too engaged in a totally dreamy and spacey kind of way. Only Bébé could manage to listen to someone and daydream at the same time. But she had drifted off somewhere in the ether spaces of her mind, the words seeping into her skull like loose honey. Learn for yourself...the short-haired woman said. These 3 little words held a certain weight to them. "Learn for yourself..." Bébé mumbled, first to herself and then more audibly. "Learn for yourself..." she repeated, bobbing her head as though she finally understood. She leaned on the table, cupping her chin in her hands, smiling brightly at Grasidia, who no doubt was probably seeing something of a cute little monster with eyes raging like the sea and a heart free like the air that which she breathed. Telling Bébé to learn for herself--you didn't have to tell her twice. "Learn for yourself!" Bébé exclaimed.

Blank was unbothered.

But Bébé perked up. A eureka moment. "You totally get it." she began, elated to have met a "same-aged" friend who totally understood her plight as a young girl who needed more than an eternal starry night within gilded gates, or tents that perpetually reeked of centuries old star perfume, or the feel of a young boys puckered cherry lips against her own. Well, maybe the last bit was okay. Her last boyfriend was a good kisser. And it's young lady to you; she liked to be referred to as a young lady, not a young girl, thank you very much. "I tell my grandfather that all the time. I need to learn and discover things for myself, otherwise I'll never gain the experience to overcome adversity. Or... discover the marvels that this world has to offer." Bébé suddenly grabbed thick locks of her long brunette hair and pulled them over her eyes, shaking her shoulders like a fangirl and squealing, "Oh I just can't wait to try something new! Something adventurous!".

After freeing her eyes from the veil of her hair, she paused. The bustle and cacophony of the guild was noticeably slowing as mages left on quests and the novelty of the morning was waning for guests who were not mages and had no intention of staying if their favorite mages were no longer present.

"I know...." Bébé cooed at Grasidia, emboldened by her ignited inner flame. Sitting a napping Blank on the seat and rising up, she looked away from Grasidia and out towards the general direction of the job board. She noted a few things. Her grandfather, Ollivander, moving away from Torys towards stairs that lead to a higher floor of guild, most likely scurrying for a quieter location to set up his portable work station so he could get to work; undoubtedly after giving Torys his donations and a curt greeting. Ollivander wasn't generally one for small talk, as he found he had better things to do with his time. He still had a medicinal recipe of stars to perfect. She noticed Ria (the girl who saved her) engaged in conversation with an unidentified male with dark skin that contrasted nicely against his blue garments, she thought. Bébé waved to Ria cheerfully, though wasn't sure if the violet haired mage noticed. She'd made a mental note to talk to her soon. For now, she strolled over to the job board and took a gander.

She scowered the jobs and wondered which one she should try to take. There weren't many left, so she simply nipped the one she was closet to and read it carefully. Certain words stood out to her more than others; Karlomene Karling, Karl, mansion, koi fish tattoo, housekeeping....

"Housekeeping!", Bébé yelped, clearly unsatisfied with such a descriptor being used for a quest. How was cleaning toilets an adventure? This was not an idea she wanted to entertain, but as she scanned the job and then quickly looked over what remained on the board, she saw that this was the only thing left that she could do and was qualified for. All she could do at this point was roll her eyes. And so she did, like the expert eye roller that she was. "Housekeeping..." she mumbled, disgruntled at the prospects of her first job in the guild placing her as nothing but a glorified babysitter or maid. But then she clasped her hands together, crumpling the paper of the job, "Maybe its haunted. Please be haunted!" she pleaded to the quest gods. Slowly she unfolded the paper as she approached Torys.

They exchanged words in a pleasant manner, Bébé doting on how cute she thought Torys was and Torys simply smiling graciously at the compliment. Then Torys briefly discussed the quest with Bébé after approving her for it, though the latter vocalized her initial discontent with the remedial unadventurous nature of the quest before being expertly convinced by Torys that there's usually more than meets the eye to quests like these. And so Bébé, filled with a newfound vitality for this quest at the Karling mansion, ventured back to the table where Grasidia was sitting, the quest paper in one hand, and Bee being tugged by the ear in the other. At some point along the journey back to the table, she nabbed him as he was about to dive deep within someones pocket or hair. She could tell by that look in his eyes when he was about to hitchhike like a little flea. And so she propped him down on the seat and then plopped down beside him, crossing her legs over each other (Blank took this opportunity to lie back in her lap), scanning the quest paper again for any details she may have missed.

Bee took out his gaming lacrima and turned it on, "Think I can tagalong on the quest?" he asked Bébé, having spied on the paper while she was lost in it herself. She looked up from it finally and furrowed her brows at her little booger headed brother, "Ummmmmm...no." she said with a cheeky grin before looking back to the quest paper.

"Come on! I can help!"

Bébé chuckled, looking at him, "I don't think so. Only capable mages can go on this quest." she boasted, leaning closer, "I hear there's more to it than meets the eye." She whispered this bit to give it an ominous and mysterious effect, raising her eyebrows at him playfully. He rolled his eyes, a skill he no doubt learned from her, and started playing his gaming lacrima, though his countenance remained visibly...feathered. Bébé for all her own carelessness, saw the disappoint on his downward facing visage and she frowned softly, sitting the quest paper on the table and rubbing his head affectionately. "Look, Bee, I would have loved for you to tag along on this quest, but you really can't come. I think only members of the guild can go on quests." She pondered this rule as she was unsure herself, but remained steadfast, not wanting to give him hope in case that really was the rule. But she and rules didn't always work hand-in-hand either, so she understood his feelings.

"But I need to protect you. In case there really is something else going on there." Bee mumbled, though he didn't look up from the game.

Bébé sighed, sweetened by the sentiments of her brothers motives, though unwavered in her own resolutions to the matter, "I'll be okay. And so will you. Stay here and keep an eye out for grandfather. I think he went upstairs somewhere. Okay?"

"Ok", hardly audible from him.

"Please? No hitchiking while I'm gone. Promise."

"Yeah, Yeah...I promise." he relinquished, nudging her slightly in the arm while remaining focused on his game lacrima.

Satisfied, Bébé smiled and looked at Grasidia, having practically forgot she was there throughout that entire sibling interaction. "Anyways, where were we?" she said kindly, "Oh. That's right." She slid the quest paper over to Grasidia, "What do you think about this one? Would you like to join? I know it seems boring, but I think..."

Bébé leaned in closer to Grasidia, grinning through a whisper, "I think it could be haunted."

Her little furball remained characteristically uninterested. Blank only opened one eye, staring up at his owner as if shaking his head disapprovingly, and then went back to sleep.

Unbeknownst to her however, two mages, one of smoke and one of feathers, both with the strange koi fish tattoos, stood just beyond the front door. An adventure was finally upon her.

Updated Character Graph!


G U I L D M A S T E R


Torys Lusitania

S - R A N K


Grasidia Holly Vertila Kaden Penderghast

A - R A N K



Gwen Gospel Ria Ocenade Luke Lavinia Lucardi Zenith Villard Edward Yulestarian Tone Soretto Gerard Ignius
Kiba

B - R A N K


Felix Wrefxlin Lilliana Drew Marduk Girga Cloven Brevis Alina Bloomfield Jasper Menzai Isanami Noah Darling Jr. Akemi Desdemona

C - R A N K


Leon Aldehart Asher Lancaster Bébé Pottle

D - R A N K



Vashya Rafflesia





T H E M A G I C C O U N C I L


Boram (Ghost King)

T H E T E N W I Z A R D S A I N T S



Boram (Ghost King) Duncan Nythe (Darkness) Ajax (Hellmouth) Pallas (Divine Light) Harvard Fernandes (Dean)

E R A U N I V E R S I T Y


Harvard Fernandes (The Dean) Irene Winchester Giselle Kaiser

T H E S T A R C I R C U S


Bébé Pottle Ollivander Pottle Lém "Bee"

K O I F I S H T A T T O O G U I L D


Otto Dietger Dove Middleton

S T E E L H Y D R A G U I L D


Soryu Shinano (Guild Master)

B L A C K C U R T A I N G U I L D


Duncan Nythe (Guild Master) Markovis Penderghast

B L U E P E G A S U S G U I L D


Madame Elaine (Guild Master)

S L E U T H G U I L D


Sovereign Minutio (Guild Master)

C R I M S O N M A R E G U I L D


Morgana Lutz (Guild Master)

O B S I D I A N K I T E G U I L D


Oleg Kempest (Guild Master)





Will update as more characters are added. Feel free to use these character tags to put above your posts. :)

Cheers!
@Sanguine Rose

Modified as requested. :)

@j8cob And done.

Let me know if you still want me to reduce his number of keys and by how many if thats the case.

He can always gain more as the story progresses so its not a big deal if he has less at the start.

Cheers!
Updated Character Graph!


G U I L D M A S T E R


Torys Lusitania

S - R A N K


Grasidia Holly Vertila Kaden Penderghast

A - R A N K



Gwen Gospel Ria Ocenade Luke Lavinia Lucardi Zenith Villard Edward Yulestarian Tone Soretto Gerard Ignius
Kiba

B - R A N K


Felix Wrefxlin Lilliana Drew Marduk Girga Cloven Brevis Alina Bloomfield Jasper Menzai Isanami Noah Darling Jr. Akemi Desdemona

C - R A N K


Leon Aldehart Asher Lancaster Bébé Pottle

D - R A N K



Vashya Rafflesia





T H E M A G I C C O U N C I L


Boram (Ghost King)

T H E T E N W I Z A R D S A I N T S



Boram (Ghost King) Duncan Nythe (Darkness) Ajax (Hellmouth) Pallas (Divine Light) Harvard Fernandes (Dean)

E R A U N I V E R S I T Y


Harvard Fernandes (The Dean) Irene Winchester Giselle Kaiser

T H E S T A R C I R C U S


Bébé Pottle Ollivander Pottle Lém "Bee"

K O I F I S H T A T T O O G U I L D


Otto Dietger Dove Middleton

S T E E L H Y D R A G U I L D


Soryu Shinano (Guild Master)

B L A C K C U R T A I N G U I L D


Duncan Nythe (Guild Master) Markovis Penderghast

B L U E P E G A S U S G U I L D


Madame Elaine (Guild Master)

S L E U T H G U I L D


Sovereign Minutio (Guild Master)

C R I M S O N M A R E G U I L D


Morgana Lutz (Guild Master)

O B S I D I A N K I T E G U I L D


Oleg Kempest (Guild Master)





Will update as more characters are added. Feel free to use these character tags to put above your posts. :)

Cheers!

G U I L D M A S T E R


Torys Lusitania

S - R A N K


Grasidia Holly Vertila Kaden Penderghast

A - R A N K



Gwen Gospel Ria Ocenade Luke Lavinia Lucardi Zenith Villard Edward Yulestarian Tone Soretto Gerard Ignius
Kiba

B - R A N K


Felix Wrefxlin Lilliana Drew Marduk Girga Cloven Brevis Alina Bloomfield Jasper Menzai Isanami

C - R A N K


Leon Aldehart Asher Lancaster Bébé Pottle





T H E M A G I C C O U N C I L


Boram (Ghost King)

T H E T E N W I Z A R D S A I N T S



Boram (Ghost King) Duncan Nythe (Darkness) Ajax (Hellmouth) Pallas (Divine Light) Harvard Fernandes (Dean)

E R A U N I V E R S I T Y


Harvard Fernandes (The Dean) Irene Winchester Giselle Kaiser

T H E S T A R C I R C U S


Ollivander Pottle Lém "Bee"

K O I F I S H T A T T O O G U I L D


Otto Dietger Dove Middleton

S T E E L H Y D R A G U I L D


Soryu Shinano (Guild Master)

B L A C K C U R T A I N G U I L D


Duncan Nythe (Guild Master) Markovis Penderghast

B L U E P E G A S U S G U I L D


Madame Elaine (Guild Master)

S L E U T H G U I L D


Sovereign Minutio (Guild Master)

C R I M S O N M A R E G U I L D


Morgana Lutz (Guild Master)

O B S I D I A N K I T E G U I L D


Oleg Kempest (Guild Master)





Will update as more characters are added. Feel free to use these character tags to put above your posts. :)

Cheers!






✡ A collaboration between Gittarackur and Aeolian ✡

✡ Time: Morning ✡ Location: Crocus (Driving to Fenixtear Guildhall) ✡



The scene was shifting rapidly against the cascading of a long black blur. This blur, which resembled some kind of limousine, was aptly juiced by a Karling-sponsored Obsidian Kite chauffeur's magic power and was speeding along innocuously through the streets of Crocus. Those old quaint homes, stacked one on top of each other, were like a blending tableau of perched burgundy birdhouses as they passed beyond the belly of the vehicle windows. Against the simple black and gold backdrop of the inner compartment were two distinctly different individuals. Otto wasn't having a particularly great day, at the moment. His boss Karlomane Karling had just told him and Dove off for failing to brief the other Koi Fish Tattoo mages on what was going to happen today. How was he expected to share something that was being rumored for months now. While he did have his reservations about taking his most useful sensory mage off guard duty, he felt the others could handle if the need arose. There was one thing still stuck on his mind however, how could he possibly survive his frequent trips into the house when even with 2 Karlings in the house, the house still attempted to kill him.

But as they trudged on through the city streets, there was a tension that permeated the vehicle. It coalesced around them like a smog and Dove was keen on who this was seeping from. Her profession as a companion made her especially in tune with the feelings of others. The slight shift in their body language, the desires they said with their eyes, yet remained unspoken from their lips. Her job often required of her to predict what her companion wanted in that moment, and what they did not. What they wanted to hear. Even in these subtle moments, that need to care for others reared its head. And so as she looked up from the jeweled egg she'd been petting and gazed deeply at the rugged man with the brown hair and scar across his eye. Dove's posture was graceful like a flamingo, eyes burning green and hair like thick sandalwood silk; this mage, famous in Crocus for her beauty, had honed in on the hole that seeped weariness,

"What is it that troubles you so?" she asked, her voice smooth and calming like whipped butter.

Otto lit a cigar as he pondered on what to say to Dove. He surely didn't want to hide anything from her, but telling her what was on his mind wasn't really the best course of action right now. The smoke that was escaping his lips was beginning to dance towards Dove. It began to contort and twist until the words "This is gonna be my last day on the job, I've decided to tender my resignation as of tomorrow.". Dove remained silent for a moment, letting the revelation of Otto's departure linger between them. She only kept a placidly calm gaze, "It would seem that the hands of fate have come to take you." she began, shifting slightly, aware of Otto's history as a man who never seemed to stay put for long due to his life as a mercenary, "Where will the winds take you now I wonder..."

Otto sighed as he heard Dove speak, "Look Dove, I'm probably going to join a guild, settle down, and when I turn 60, I'm going to retire to bask in my personal riches. However, There is no fucking way I'm going to let that bastard keep all of the estate's mysteries to himself. Tonight I'm going to find out just what the fuck happened and report it to the magic council." Otto turned to Dove, putting his hand on her shoulder. "And I'm taking you with me out of this god forsaken mansion. We're going to give up contract work and live straight, honest lives.". Dove winced at the formation of the words Magic Council that escaped Otto's lips. She had experienced the darker (hidden) sides of some of their members as a companion and would rather soon forget those memories. Still, she felt light at the touch of Otto's hand upon her shoulder, appreciating the warm gesture. Dove was a woman with nuanced expressions and feelings, much of her own sentiments repressed in the vain of what she deemed more desirable for another. A feeble smile could be seen upon her lips, but it was a fleeting expression, transitory. And then she looked out of the window, her gaze misty, "I cannot escape Otto. I have been magically bound to Master Karling. My role as his companion has taken an unexpected turn and he does not wish for me to find another to care for...". Her voice was tinged with a muted sadness. Otto may or may not have been aware of Master Karling sinisterly binding Dove to himself, to that forsaken house. And it wasn't a binding that functioned like a leash. It read Dove's intentions. The moment she moved about the world with the intention of escaping (perhaps to reunite with her true love), the link would do something to Dove. Something unpleasant.

Otto wasn't hearing any of it. He knew Karlomane was a sick fuck, but he never knew he was this much of a bastard. Either way, Dove only served to further his resolve and piss Karlomane more the fuck off. "I don't give a flying fuck about what sick twisted chain he has on your heart. I'm buying the services of a mage that can remove it, and after I uncover the mysteries of his house, we're getting the fuck out of there". As the Limo stopped at FenixTear's guild hall, he motioned for Dove to exit. "Come, let's go get these guys, and then we can get on with our lives". Dove remained silent, only speaking to Otto with the longing gaze of his enchanting greens. And after that stillness between them faded like a mist, they exited the vehicle.




✡ "This is much better than that stuffy old circus!" ✡

✡ Time: Morning ✡ Location: Crocus - Fenixtear Guildhall ✡ Interaction: Ollivander Pottle, Lém (Bee), Grasidia ✡



By morning, the Pottle's (less Bebe naturally) were up and busying about within the innards of the Green Man monolith. Ollivander had slipped into Bebe's room and re-retrieved the envelope with the donations for Fenixtear. It appeared he hadn't fully trusted Bebe to deliver it after all. 18 years old or not, sometimes she still behaved like a flighty child. Bee was busy stuffing his pocket with something stolen from Ollivander's study. The old star merchant hardly noticed. After the umpteenth call from her grandfather and Bee's squawaking in her ear, she finally rose refreshed and ready to take the day!

As she exited the The Green Man, she felt the world beneath her feet and the sunlight seeping deep into her bones. The birds chirped. The wind blew. And Bebe cooed, her braided pigtails flapping about as she ran out into the windy mountainside greenlands. The outer walls of Crocus towered over her in the near distance as she heard a queer swirling popping sound behind her and the remnants of the colossal green man twisting into nothingness. Ollivander shuffled near, patting at his peculiar overcoat, Bee trailing behind him, his face buried in some kind of ethernano-fueled gaming device.

She held her arms out wide, catching the heat waves and peered at the sun through splayed fingers.

"Let us be on our way." Ollivander commanded cooly and she quickly caught up. Bee murmured something like ok, though remained in step with them like a trained puppy.

Bebe looked to her grandfather as they passed through the city gates and suddenly frowned, "You know, I feel completely robbed..." she began, waiting for Ollivander to prompt her to continue. He pursed his lips and looked down at her like a librarian, "My dear, you must elaborate if I am to provide you with substantial feedback."

"Well, since you asked and I've been wanting to get this off my chest..." she continued, instinctively pulling Bee out of the path of a speedy carriage as if it were second nature. Neither of them acknowledged the close call and simply continued forth with what they were doing, Bee with his gaming (he didn't even look up) and she with her morning grievances, "I spent 18 years living in the Star Circus. My entire life spent locked inside those gilded gates like some kind of caged bird. Just from what little I've seen..." she looked out at the hustle and bustle of the city streets and at the birds that flew freely overhead and her eyes sparkled, "...this is a strange and wonderful world and If I..."

Bebe paused, gathering her feelings; Bee bumped into her back but remained transfixed by his game, grunting angrily as he mashed oddly shaped buttons. Ollivander halted too and looked into her eyes, inspecting her curiously for what she was going to say next.

After a moment of their bubbled silence, she shook her head (as if to say nevermind) and continued towards the guild, apparently she knew her way. Ollivander squinted at her from behind before continuing along too, pulling Bee by the shoulder with him.

As Fenixtear came upon them, she paused again and looked to her grandfather, her countenance serious, "If I had known there was so much to see and experience in this world, I would have ran away from the Star Circus long ago. Like I had always planned to."

Ollivander looked at her and crossed his arms, "You were going to run away?"

She nodded, "I didn't because mother begged me not to."

"Which one?"

"Both of them actually. They found one of my dream journals and stopped me on the night that I was going to do it. I'm surprised they didn't tell you."

"Well, you were better off for it my dear." Ollivander said, taking curious notice of the broken window on the front of the guildhall, "There are many wicked and evil things in this world that are better left buried in the abyss where they belong."

"I won't really know for sure unless I experience it though. The good and the bad." she refuted, though was met with a scowl, "You don't need to get run over by a mule to know that it's no good for you. Don't say such foolish things girl. Your sentiments for boundless discovery are grossly misguided."

"What would you know about boundless discovery? Or wonder? Or what lies beyond the mysterious beyond? You just spend all your days collecting and selling stars. The Star Merchant from the Star Circus. How original."

Bee finally looked up from the game, feeling the sudden tension. "He also heals people...." Bee murmured to himself, inaudibly. Ollivander moved close to Bebe and looked over her small 18-year old frame, his gaze like a fiercely stern lioness reprimanding their cub for their own good, "Let me make this very clear my dear. You may be 18 now and you may belong to a guild, but do not be a willing participant in the upheaval of something that could bring about the destruction of others or yourself. Do not fall victim to the thrill of a new journal entry. It is never worth it. Do you understand?"

Bebe returned a scowl back at him, but eventually relented, turning away, "Yes, I understand Papa" she grumbled. With a sour expression, she entered into the guildhall, Ollivander and Bee following soon thereafter. Why did he have to ruin the early sunny mood, she thought, forgetting that it was her who actually started the whole thing. And now she was feeling a little bitter. Her vibe thoroughly killed, Bebe dragged herself through the cocophany of guild mages (some going, some leaving, and some just sitting about) and plopped down at a table occupied by a single exceptionally tall woman with dark hair. Bebe looked up at the woman, giving her a half-assed smile, before pouting to herself, taking out one of her dream journals, and began writing fervently. In moments like these, Elune (her enchanted quill pen) was too slow to convey what she wanted to write in that moment. Papa being a know it all again... she began to write.

But then she suddenly paused and kind of just stared at the woman, her lips quivering feebly as if she wanted to say something to her. Bee came over and sat beside her (instructed by Ollivander he announced, though no one asked. And noticing that Bebe was not listening, he promptly slunk off after hearing a group of mages talking about a haunted forest. He grinned curiously as his figure shrunk from view.) Ollivander went off to offer up the donation to Torys.

Meanwhile, Bebe was still staring at this woman, unbothered if the woman was looking back at her or not and wondering what this weird little pig-tailed girl was staring for. Then Bebe suddenly slammed her journal closed, leaning her face in a little closer to the woman, "Why do people who are older than us always think they know everything? I bet he's lived his entire life in the Star Circus. What does he know about discovery or evil?" Bebe inquired casually, as if confiding to a friend she'd always known and assuming this woman knew what the Star Circus was.

Let it be clear; this was there first time meeting.
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