Camille Endora

Silvermoon Pier Alliance: SPA.

Ophelia could tell Roxas was having a hard time controlling his emotions as he spoke to her in the living room, away from the others. Despite the fact she wasn't in the room, she could hear Jax lecturing their parents about their behavior. And the accident was brought up. Ophelia still didn't fully know what happened back then, and had never tried to pry.

Suddenly Roxas' words broke through her thoughts, and he was mentioning the fact that maybe she should be bonded to someone else. Her eyes darted up toward his face, and he looked sad. She lifted a hand up, placing his chin in between her thumb and fingers and leaned up on her toes slightly to kiss him.

"Please don't speak like that..." she paused for a moment to collect her thoughts, and then continued. "Healing takes time Roxas. And I understand that things haven't gone well for you in your life. They haven't for me either. And I do really believe there's a reason I didn't kill you that night. I could have easily, it would have only took one second. But I didn't and instead I chose to have you as my own for the rest of your life. Whether that's long or short. I don't regret it, even if it does seem to be making things more difficult." Ophelia watched his face gently, hoping her words would comfort him. She felt so much less angry than she had earlier, realizing the build up of frustration over the years towards her mother had finally been let out.

"I don't want you to walk away just because you think I should have someone better. We can work on it, together. Right? But that means that you have to try. Stop letting the hurt and fear control how you are with people, including me. We need to work on getting Ifrit out of you safely. But in the meantime, you need to let yourself get over what happened. No more excuses. People are fluid, and nothing ever stays the same. So if you remain in your past, it will just destroy you, even more than what has been ruined already," she smiled softly, taking note to keep her own words in her mind, with hopes to follow her advice as well.

Jax walked into the room then, and her emotions were coming off of her strongly. Ophelia walked up to her sister and hugged her tightly, before Jax went to talk to Roxas about ignoring Lenora. She then mentioned she had been waiting for Ophelia to crack for years, and Ophelia gave a half hearted smile. She didn't want to be mean to her mom, but enough was enough and she needed to let her know how she felt.

She wasn't sure what caused her mom to be that way, but knew it had to have been something that happened to make her be so critical. Jax disappeared back into the dining room, and Ophelia turned her attention back to Roxas again. "Please just know that I love you, whatever you decide to do." Ophelia took Roxas' hand and made their way back into the dining room, sitting down in the seat she used before. She looked up to Jax and then to both of her parents, noting they were silent, their expressions almost hurt. Ophelia let it go though, and sat while the others finished their meals, silently.

Intergalactic Space Adventurers- [ISA]

Juniper was startled by the sounds of crunching, banging, and voices. Her eyes widened and she stood up abruptly, the tears having left dry streaks on her cheeks. She brushed herself off, looking around for a place to hide. There was no way to tell who was on the other side of the rubble outside of her door. It was possible that it was locals, but the chances were slim.

Instinctively, Juniper shifted into a black shrew, and skittered into the corner near the bookshelf. There wasn’t much in this bunker. Some provisions to keep from dehydration and hunger, a bed, the book shelf with important documents and a few random books, a sink and toilet. Suddenly there was the sound of gunfire, and a piece of the wall flew inward toward the middle of the room.

A woman walked into the room, her eyes almost immediately coming to rest on the bookshelf. Books must not be a common object where she is from, Juniper thought. She took in her features, teal hair surrounding a slender tattooed face. She was attractive, and Juniper shifted just slightly closer to get a better look. Some men followed in behind her, and Juniper learned the woman’s name was Ursa.

Once Ursa and her crew were finished gathering whatever they wanted to take, they turned their backs to the bunker and began their way back onto whatever ship they had used to get there in the first place. Juniper didn’t want to be left alone here though, so she carefully launched herself from the ground, up the bookshelf and onto the back of Ursa’s jacket, the color hiding Juniper perfectly.

Finally aboard the ship, Juniper jumped down off of Ursa’s jacket and ran towards the edge of the wall, looking for someone or something aboard she could shift into, to go unnoticed. A woman walked by heading somewhere away from them, and luckily it seemed as though Ursa didn’t notice. Juniper changed again, her skin shifting from the black fur to zebra striped, and Juniper brushed herself off once the transformation was complete, and she began to walk in the direction away from Ursa.

Ursa gave a yawn her body aching after shovelling for the past couple hours. She smelled absolutely nasty and figured she should go shower before they took off. Before she got to her room though a few crewmates came up with an inventory list asking her to overlook what they had pillaged from the planet. She took the list and looked it over, “Well it wasn’t particularly the best haul we’ve had..but it will be a couple extra kredits on top of what we earn for the crystals. Thanks boys.”

They clapped Ursa on the back then headed on their way. She smiled happy that her crew seemed in good spirits. Anna walked by with Kira an earthling with fire red hair and wolf tattoos. They waved to her as she went by. She kept moving, turning down a few more hallways cutting through a few passageways to head down towards her room when she came across Anna going past her towards the kitchens. Ursa walked a few feet before she stopped. Wait a minute. No way she could make it down here that fast! She turned to face the girl, "Hey Anna."

Anna stopped and turned to look at her, "Yes?"

Ursa gave a wide smile before walking over, "Thanks for all your help today. It was just our luck that you visited here before!"

Anna took a step back, "No problem. I help where I can."

Ursa looked down towards the ground itching her neck "Of course… Problem is, Anna wasn't the one who traveled here before. Dill did." Suddenly she pulled out her gun and aimed it at Anna's head her expression turning serious, "Look asshole. I don't know who you are, or how you got through my radars, but if you don't show me your real face quickly, I am gonna give you a new one."

Juniper’s amber colored eyes widened at the gun being pointed in her face. Immediately without any hesitation, she shifted back into her normal human form. Her black hair was a mess around her face, and the blue silk necklace around her throat hung loosely. She reached up to show she wouldn’t be a threat, her words a gentle whisper, and her eyes wide. She wore a white colored dress, made of pieces of plant from her planet, the edges of the detail colored green.

“Please don’t shoot. I was trapped down there…” When first hearing Juniper talk, you’d think she would be from planet Earth, from the London area. But it had a shadow of something else as well.

Ursa watched in slight amazement as Anna changed into a young but very pretty girl. She guessed her age was around 17 but she couldn’t be sure, “So you’re a local? Shit.”

She pulled the gun away and put it back into her holster letting out a yawn before walking forward, “Alright. Follow me.”

She walked forward towards the kitchen area, her sway casual and confident. When she entered the kitchen area she noted that they were alone. She pointed to the large rust covered island in the center of the room, “Sit.”

She then walked over to a cupboard over in the corner, opening it to expose a wide variety of cans, dried goods and some bottles. She pulled one bottle down then grabbed two cups from a cabinet and walked over to the young girl placing a cup in front of her, before pouring some of the amber coloured liquid into it, “Here. I think the destruction of your homeland warrants a drink if anything else.”

She sat back on a stool and poured herself one, lifting the glass up for a clink, “Cheers?”

Ursa guided Juniper to the kitchen area, and told her to sit down. She did as she was told, and watched as the woman poured each of them a drink. The liquid was the same color as her eyes, and she tilted her head slightly. She looked around the room curiously, taking in the details of the cupboards and cookware, the lights and decoration. Juniper lifted the glass slightly and Ursa clinked her own against it. Juniper’s brow furrowed and she sipped the drink hesitantly. When she swallowed it burned her throat, and she pushed the glass away as an automatic instinct to get rid of it.

She trembled, gagging at the taste and stared at Ursa. “Are you trying to poison me?”

Ursa downed the liquid in one go before she dropped the cup back on the countertop and laughed, “Haha. No. If I wanted to kill you I would have plugged you in the hallway back there.” She lifted Juniper’s glass and downed it as well, “See..Not poison. It’s a gesture. This liquid costs more than this ship, kid.”

She yawned, “So...What’s your name?”

Juniper watched as Ursa downed her drink as well, telling her it was a gesture. She could understand that, and knew things were different everywhere. “My name is Juniper Niahm. And you are Ursa.” She said it as a fact, though she didn’t know, nor really needed to know Ursa’s last name. “Were you the one attacking Theonia Z17?” She asked bluntly, her eyes watching Ursa’s face.

Ursa turned leaning against the countertop as she crossed her legs speaking in a matter of fact, and slightly bored voice, “First off..it’s Ursa Cooper. Second off. You have the courtesy of being on my ship so I will be the one asking the questions, and third off. No. I am not responsible for attacking Theonia, I am just here to look for fuel and take some goods so I can sell them on the black market.”

She stood up moving towards the fridge to take out a small container of leftover Plasmagetti. She grabbed two forks then walked over to Juniper setting it down in front of her, thinking she would probably be hungry, “Before you ask me who did attack your planet...I have no idea. I don’t really follow planet politics. Hungry?”

Juniper’s eyes shifted downward, though she could hear Ursa moving and gathering things from the room. At least Ursa didn’t murder her right off the bat, she thought. Her lip began to quiver when Ursa mentioned she didn’t attack Theonia Z17, and didn’t know who was responsible. She had been crying for what seemed like days, but again tears fell from her face onto the island counter.

Ursa asked if she was hungry as well, and Juniper barely looked up at the container of weird noodly looking food. Her nose scrunched, her mind wanting to say no, though her stomach growled in protest. Instead of giving a yes or no answer, Juniper simply shrugged, reaching for the fork. She felt sick to her stomach, and wasn’t sure whether it was the hunger, death of her parents, or the fact her planet had been destroyed. And thinking about it, she wasn’t sure whether or not her planet had been fully destroyed. She looked up again, unsure whether she was allowed to ask, since Ursa said she shouldn’t ask questions.

Ursa’s confident smile faltered when she saw the girl was genuinely upset. Well of course she would be you idiot. She just lost everyone she cared about. Ursa’s tone turned a little softer, her words slightly more calculated, “Look...I’m sorry, kid. I won’t be able to understand the loss you are facing or how you are going to face the future but I can however give you some food, take you somewhere safe and give you a couple space kredits so you can figure it out, okay?”

She gave a large creepy smile, trying to be comforting as she pulled her leg up onto the seat as Takashi walked in looking over at Ursa with a curious expression, “Uh...Hi?”

Ursa gave Takashi a bored expression, “Hey. This is Juniper. She’s a stowaway.”

Takashi paused for a second before nodding, “Cool! Hey Juniper! Did you finish the plasmagetti, Coop?”

She spoke evenly, “Yeah. Make some taquitos or something.”

He shrugged, “Fine…That was supposed to be mine.”

Ursa rolled her eyes then turned to Juniper, “This is Takashi. He’s a whiner.”

[i]Juniper looked at Takashi curiously, wanting to turn her attention away from Ursa’s weird smile. It was nice though that she was offering to help her out. She wondered where Ursa was planning to drop her off.

“Hello,” was all Juniper managed to say.

Ursa took a bite of the food in front of her before Takashi turned back to give Juniper a smirk, “So what are we doing with her then.”

Ursa slurped up a noodle, “We will drop her off in Agrathea. We have work there anyway and she could probably hitch a ride from someone there.”

Takashi eyed the girl quietly, “So we are just going to let her go...what if she tells someone about us?”

Ursa laughed, “She doesn’t even know who we are. Do you? She didn’t even blink when I told her my full name. Plus I believe in good karma. We help you out...you keep your mouth shut about us.”

She looked at Juniper evenly, “Right?”

“I don’t know anything about you. What would it benefit me to say?” Juniper said in response, gazing back evenly. She finished eating her part of the plasmaghetti and placed the fork down, breathing slowly.

“If my home wasn’t destroyed, I would still be there. But I doubt there is anything left for me. I won’t be any trouble,” Juniper said again, her voice extremely soft. She looked at Takashi for a moment, then back to Ursa.

“Is there a shower room I can use?” she asked, knowing she probably looked like a mess.

Ursa nodded, “See told you. Yeah! No problem kid! Takashi bring her to the guest room. She can stay there until we get to Agrathea.”

She stood up looking evenly at Juniper, “Also don’t try to leave unless one of us gets you. I am usually patient with stowaways but some of my crew won’t be. So no exploring. Got it?” She paused waiting for a response then said, “Good.”

She turned to Takashi, “Come grab me when we get within range of Agrathea and inform Mac of our guest.” She patted Juniper on the shoulder awkwardly before she headed out of the kitchen, “Alright. Have a good sleep, kid.” She walked out of the kitchen, making her way to her room.

Juniper followed Takashi to the guest room, and closed the door behind her after he said goodbye. She immediately searched for something clean to wear, and showered. The only clothing she could find was a simple white nightgown, and once she was finished her shower, she put it on. She combed through her hair with her fingers, and fixed the silk thread around her throat.

Looking around, she climbed into the bed, pulling up the covers completely over her head and curled up into a ball, falling into a deep sleep.

Silvermoon Pier Alliance: SPA.

Ophelia looked at Jax, knowing full well that their mother would say things, but that maybe she wouldn't get away with it this time with her friends at her side. Ophelia breathed in slowly, wishing she was dressed better at least. She stepped through the door, shutting it behind her since she was the last one inside. Once they were inside, she was greeted by a wave of warmth from a fireplace. It wasn't extravagant by any means, but it did the job. She remembered spending tons of time there near the hearth, just close enough to keep her forever cold skin warm. Her gaze shifted from the bright flames to the framed photos around the room, nearly all of them of herself and Jax. Jax was chubby as a child, Ophelia a twig next to her some days it seemed. She remembered Jax even going away to fat camp. She took a step closer to view which photos her mother decided to put on display. There were much nicer ones of them both, more modern ones. In every single photo placed about, Ophelia looked withdrawn, extremely sad; depressed even. And in every photo, Jax smiled, laughed, had fun.

Back then her sister seemed so oblivious. She wasn't blind to the reality any more though. Ophelia looked up to Jax a lot. She seemed stronger in some ways. And she never let Ophelia be alone when she needed someone. Sadness washed over her suddenly, and she turned to look at Jax, who had Morthos speaking to her. She noticed Roxas smiling at her, though wasn't sure as to why. Nothing about this room was happy feeling in her opinion. Maybe he couldn't feel it the way she did. Suddenly her thoughts were interrupted by her mother, whose name was Lenora.

"Supper is ready. Come eat," she ordered, her tone of voice demanding and certain.

Ophelia looked at Roxas again, guiding him to the dining room. She sat down at the table, despite the fact she wouldn't be eating anything being served. None the less, it was good manners. She chewed the inside of her lip, staring at the food on the table, which did all look amazing. Lenora served up deer flanks, jasmine rice, and broccoli. The boys would enjoy it, that's for sure. She placed her hands in her lap gently, watching as everyone sat and began serving up their food. Ophelia's plate remained empty while the others began to eat.

"I don't know why you think it appropriate to wear that trash at the dinner table, Ophelia. I've told you before," Lenora snapped between sipping blood from a champagne flute. Ophelia knew she was referring to the fact she had blood all over her, plus she was still in her battle garb. "Go change."

Immediately Ophelia stood and excused herself from the table, making her way to her old bedroom. She had left clothing here for visiting, or emergency. She also fit into her mothers clothing as well, their figures and size identical nearly. She shifted into the room and closed the door behind her, letting out an extremely quiet growl. She took off her battle outfit, and found something fresh and clean to wear. It was elegant, romantic even. She fixed her hair into a tight bun on top of her head, a few stray pieces hanging around her face. Before returning to the table, she took a moment to herself. She hadn't been completely alone in over 24 hours. The night was still young, and she was unsure what would happen as the time went on.

Finally she returned to the table and sat down, noting her mother scrutinizing her choice in outfit. "Is this not satisfactory, Lenora?" Ophelia said, looking her mother in the eyes, despite the fact Lenora made her feel like a child; afraid, inferior and unsure. Her mother responded without a moment of hesitation, almost like she was practiced in quick and harsh responses.

"I just think it would look better on someone else."

Ophelia stared at her for a moment, her eyebrow raised slightly. She wasn't even sure how to respond to that. She could feel the tension rising in the room though, and knew everyone was probably growing uncomfortable, this including herself. "Everything is better to you when it isn't involving me, Lenora," Ophelia said, and she knew this was a fact. She knew her mother loved her, in some way, but she could never understand why she constantly treated her less than nicely. She knew part of the reason was that Ophelia was born with no magic ability, and human to boot. But otherwise it made no sense. Maybe it was her own miserable suffering, whatever it was.

Lenora took in Ophelia's features, noting the similarities. Ophelia could feel Roxas growing annoyed beside her, and knew that shortly her mother would be bringing up their bond. Jax and Morthos were fun to bug, but Ophelia knew that her choice to let Roxas live when feeding might have not been the best choice, especially in her mothers eyes. Either way, it was too late to take it back, and only death would sever the bond between them now. As if Lenora could tell what was on Ophelia's mind, her eyes shifted to Roxas. Ophelia shut her eyes, waiting. Once her mother was n a tangent, there was no stopping it. Even dad couldn't stop it sometimes.

"And this... Boy, you have here. You really are stupider than you look. You could have at least picked one who wasn't so tainted. He's trash, honestly. Now you will have to wait until he dies to find someone better."

Ophelia grit her teeth together, her fingers curling into her palms. Every instinct inside of her wanted to let out a growl. To grab Lenora by the throat and strangle her to make her stop talking. But she didn't. It was almost like she couldn't move, or speak. She knew her mother was harsh, but she was supposed to love her children. Dad began to speak up then, "Lenora... Not now..." His voice was kind, like he was trying to convince her to wait. But Ophelia knew she wouldn't listen.

"What is your problem...?" Ophelia asked, her voice shaky. She didn't mean for it to come out so uneven, and felt instantly angry that it did. She wanted to sound confident in her question, but that failed.

"Are you honestly so blind by him to not see how fucked up this situation is? You've never been smart enough to do the right things, Ophelia. Maybe if you tried a little harder to be better, you could make me happier."

"I try my best, Lenora. I work hard for SPA and take every course I need to take. I follow the rules, do as I'm told... I do everything you say, and everything people expect for the most part, so I don't know why you need to continue on with this shit..."

"Do not speak to me that way. Show me some respect! I deserve it."

Ophelia stared, dumbfounded at her mothers words. She deserved it? That was so far from the truth, it made Ophelia laugh out loud. What had she ever done to deserve respect from her? Nothing. "You don't deserve anything from me. I'm sick and tired of you treating me like I don't matter! All you've ever done my entire life is belittle me, ignore me, punish me. You weren't happy I was human, so you changed me. But even that isn't good enough for you, apparently. Maybe you should stop focusing on your self for once and take a look around, you bitch. You should be happy I'm doing well. You should be happy for me!"

Ophelia stood up, parting her lips while trying to hold back another growl. She continued then, "Maybe if you had not been so selfish, and paid attention to the daughter who needed guidance while growing up, I wouldn't be such a 'disappointment' to you. Get off your high horse for once in your damn miserable life and admit to your mistakes. Maybe showing you cared would have done some good for all of us." Ophelia snapped, her voice dark and intense like obsidian.

Lenora's normally composed expression for once looked shocked, and her mouth was open slightly. She was speechless for the first time in years. Ophelia was always so compliant, constantly doing as she was told, working hard to learn, ect. Finally, enough was enough. She wondered for a moment if maybe Roxas was the reason she felt the boldness to speak up, but then decided she had done it for herself. Things were going to change, she could tell. It felt as though a weight was lifted from her chest and shoulders, and she stood tall, feeling proud of herself for the first time in forever.

Intergalactic Space Adventurers- [ISA]

Juniper sat quietly on the edge of a small cliff side, her legs dangling off, swaying back and forth easily. A slight breeze rustled her short black hair, making it wave around the nape of her neck. It felt nice against her skin, and she shut her eyes, breathing in slowly through her nose, simply taking in her surroundings with every sense she had. She could hear water flowing nearby down the rocks of the cliff, animals moving and rustling around, calling out to their fellow friends. She could smell the light from Theonia's suns and it warmed her skin in contrast to the cool air. When she finally opened her eyes again, they gazed down passed her feet, noting the homes and hanging pods, which were used in a similar manner. There were many little villages on her planet like this, and one main city where the more high tech buildings and things were, named Ozloron. She lived part time in Ozloron, part time in her village, Aslens. Aslens forests were gorgeous, filled with creatures of all kinds, bio-luminescent plants and water, peaceful and calm.

Turning her head, she saw a brightly colored bird, though tiny at only 3 inches high, chirping toward her. Juniper held her hand out, and the bird moved and jumped into her warm, open palm. "What do you say, Fidget? Should we head home?" The bird simply stared at her, and chirped a little louder.

With that Juniper shifted her weight, jumping forward while kicking off of the cliffs edge and suddenly transformed. Her features went from human to avian, a copy cat version of Fidget, but bigger. Her hair lengthened and shifted into feathers, her nose and mouth into a small beak, and so on. This only took a few moments, and she was then gliding downward toward Ozloron, Fidget right beside her to keep her company. Her eyes smiled as she gazed down at her home from above, before tilting her tail and upper body downward, dive bombing town toward the forest floor. Just as she neared the ground though, she shifted back into her human form, landing in a run. Fidget landed on her shoulder in the same instant, and Juniper kept up her pace, headed straight for the heart of the city, through the forests, running along a special path she had created when she was younger, since she spent a lot of her time hiding away there.

The closer she got to Ozloron though, the tighter her stomach knotted. Something was wrong. She could smell dust and fire, and hear space vessels hovering around. And not just one of them. The sound was deafening as she entered the city limits, and she turned her gaze upward. Fidget was going crazy on her shoulder, panic in her tone as she chirped. Juniper grabbed the bird carefully and shoved her into a small pocket like area in the side of her dress.

"Shh..." Juniper whispered.

Fidget went quiet, and Juniper slowly tried to take in her surroundings, staying half hidden behind a stone wall. She could just barely make out the outline of the ships above her, a giant plume of dark grey smoke masking the sky's true beauty. She noticed the ships weren't in any type of special formation, and they weren't really moving around at the moment. Despite knowing that whoever the ships belonged to, were the ones who were attacking, she couldn't see any specific organization to the assault. Her perfect brows furrowed together, her amber eyes moving back to the area directly in front of her. She needed to make it to the city towers, and find her parents. All Juniper really wanted to do was cry. Her planet had been under attack for some time, and always resulted in casualties. The population on her planet was almost nothing at this point, and through it all she tried to stay strong, hiding and attempting to keep as many people safe as possible. Every attack happened outside of Ozloron though, so she never had an immediate need to worry. Villages could be rebuilt. The city would take much more time, Kredits and effort.

Instead of letting herself cry however, Juniper took Fidget from her pocket, and placed her on top of the stone wall. "Find me after. Stay safe."

Juniper then inhaled a deep breath, and shifted into a common creature on her planet, one might consider a "cat". Quickly she skittered along the cobblestone, making a bee line directly for the towers. Once she was about a third of the way to the tower, and it loomed over her, she heard another deafening explosion. And it was a little too close for comfort. She snapped her head back over her shoulder and saw the road and buildings behind and around her were blown to bits and on fire, smoke filtering into the air at a rapid pace. She whimpered slightly, and finally neared the main entrance.

She shifted back into her human form, brushing dirt and ash from her body and then entered the building. She began to run again to search for her parents, and nearly ran into them as they were likewise running toward her. Her mother's hair was in a mess, little beads of sweat dripping off her face. Her father held her mothers' hand, tugging her along.

"Mom! Dad! We need to go down, to the bunkers. C'mon!" Juniper exclaimed, panic in her voice. Her mother's head piece shifted to the side slightly, and she adjusted it. Her fingers lingering slightly, trying to hide the worry in her face. Juniper took both of their hands and ran as fast as she could with them, down many flights of stairs. The stairs lead under ground, where one decent sized bunker was hidden, in case of situations just as this. Two guards stood outside of a huge thick metal door. It had one window made with bullet, bomb and fire proof material. The guards both nodded, their faces blank and their demeanor unwavering. Juniper shoved toward the door, turning the huge handle and opening it.

She stepped inside all the way, turning around to make sure her parents were following, but the last thing she saw was the bunker door slamming shut, her parents faces on the other side for a brief moment before watching as they got crushed beneath the weight and rubble of the towers being blown to bits. She slammed her fists against the bunker door, screaming until her throat was sore, her voice gone. She slid down the door, curling up into a ball on the concrete floor, sobbing silently into her knees.

Silvermoon Pier Alliance: SPA.

After Roxas gave his little explanation about that he wasn't over the death of Celti, or Celti in general, he promised that they would talk more about it. This reassured Ophelia, since his explanations were short and didn't really seem to explain much. She could hear Jax saying for her parents to behave, and knew the comment was directed at mom. Ophelia's eyes shifted down, and Roxas kissed her softly. For a short moment, she felt normal. Her worries and anger dissipated into nothing. She closed her eyes and imagined blackness and the sound and feel of his heart. But shortly after, that moment was interrupted by Morthos talking to her parents and Jax had gone to get them all signed out.

Once Roxas was dressed, Ophelia took a warm cloth and wiped at her now healed shoulder, just to get rid of the blood at least. It was all over her battle garb anyway, but she didn't need to worry about that right now. Finally she drew the curtain open once again and stared at her family, and Morthos.

"Ready to go you guys? I'm sure Jax is done dealing with the doctor. We can probably head out shortly," Ophelia said, her voice gentle. She was calm for the moment, but knew that another huge wave of emotion would soon be washing over her, once they arrived at her parents house. That's where her mother was free to comment and act however she pleased. Ophelia stood with her hands close to her sides, unsure how to act or speak around Roxas with her mother keeping a watchful eye. Why did she have to be so afraid of her? She wished she would just be nice to Ophelia for once. It would be a pleasant change.

Intergalactic Space Adventurers- [ISA]

Name: Juniper Niahm [Knee-am]
Age: Appears to be 17.
Appearance:

Juniper Niahm

Personality: Juniper is extremely soft spoken, gentle, kind and innocent. She often keeps to herself, and speaks mostly when spoken to. She is also extremely observant.
Bio: TBR.

Home planet: Theonia Z17
Galaxy: Theon

Skills:

Observant: Juniper is often silent, but despite people thinking she isn't paying attention, she notices everything from the words people speak, to their movements, expressions, actions, ect, as well as her surroundings at all times.

Shapeshifting: Juniper is an extremely skilled shapeshifter. She can shift into any living being, including animals and other creatures. She has to have seen whatever it is she's shifting into, to change, whether in person or photo. She has complete control over her shifting abilities, except for when she is extremely low on health, unconscious or dead. Her preferred form is human.

Singing: Juniper is a very talented singer, though only does it out of hobby.

Theme song: Beyond the Veil
Mz Hyde

Order of Galia

Welkins walked Reia home, and then said goodbye and left. She closed her door, but forgot to lock it like normal, and walked into the living room. She looked around gently, then sat down on the couch and yawned. The next thing she knew, she was surrounded by black. It hugged her body, slowly enveloping her in a weird type of cool warmth. It was confusing, and she felt like she was going to start to panic. Was this real though? She felt her body move and suddenly she woke up with a jolt, realizing she had fallen asleep. She glanced over at the clock on the fireplace mantle, it had been hours. Something felt different though. She rubbed her eyes gently and yawned again.

Intergalactic Space Adventurers- [ISA]

Here we will be roleplaying an intergalactic adventure!!!

Silvermoon Pier Alliance: SPA.

Ophelia was the only one who didn't need to really be seen by a nurse. Her shoulder was completely healed by the time they had arrived. The blood was dried onto her skin though, but she wasn't concerned about that right now. What she was concerned about however, was the fact that Roxas just shouted Celti's name. She stared at him intensely, her eyes dark. "Sorry. Bad dream.. Did we win?" he said before asking where the other two were. In this exact moment, she didn't care where the other two were. She cared about the fact he had Celti on his mind still. Roxas had told her just minimal about it. Ophelia knew it happened years ago, and maybe that's why it bothered her so much. He should be over it by now. Not to say that he shouldn't care about the people he was close to before, but Ophelia felt that maybe he was just refusing to let go. Ifrit didn't help either, she figured. Finally Ophelia looked at Roxas with the intention of answering his questions. But she noticed his tattoos, since he was shirtless. He had the SPA sigil, as well as another and she could see the edges of something on his back from how she was sitting. Her eyebrow raised, and she looked at him, her eyes burning into his.

"Yes, we won. What are those?" she pointed to his back, and to the other smaller tattoo. At this point she was just angry, she could feel the emotion rolling off of her skin. Even though they had been successful in their fight against the Werewolves, she felt like everything was going wrong. The curtain between them and Morthos was pulled shut, so she couldn't see them, but she could hear them. And as if her day couldn't get any worse, she heard her father and mother's voices. They were talking about that they thought Morthos was Jax's boyfriend, and Jax was getting agitated. She could hear Morthos introduce himself in an extremely respectful manner, knowing that their mom would appreciate it. She was hard to impress though, and Ophelia sat completely still. She knew though that her mom would feel her presence in the room, and would confront her within moments. She might as well jump the gun and get it over with. She stood up gracefully, though she looked a mess with all the blood and her hair tangled and dirty. What a great time to confront them. She rolled her eyes, and reached the curtain within a couple of steps. She pulled the curtain back with a sharp scrape of metal as the rings slid along the bar, and her parents turned to face herself and Roxas.

Her father's expression was gentle as he looked over her, noting the blood. "Hi sweetheart. Congratulations on your mission!" he said, smiling. Ophelia moved and hugged him gently, then took a step back again to return to her first position. "Hello Mother," Ophelia said, her voice neither angry nor happy. She didn't move to greet her physically, she was waiting to see what her mom would do. "How nice of you to bless us with your presence, Ophelia," she said, her voice laced with sarcasm. These were the types of comments that her mother used often towards Ophelia, and by this point she was used to it, despite it being wrong of a parent to do. Ophelia didn't respond, and instead introduced Roxas, who was still sitting on his hospital bed. "This is Roxas, he is part of our team at SPA."

"Seems like he is much more than just a team member, Ophelia. I knew you'd do something stupid like this one day..." her mother began to speak again, her tone annoyed. Ophelia simply looked at her, her expression blank, though inwardly she was angry. "Don't make a fool of yourself in public, mother," she said, hoping it would take her mom by surprise, though she didn't seem phased. "The only one making a fool of themselves is you, currently." Just then her father cleared his throat, and everyone turned their attention to him. "Let's sign you guys out if it's alright with the doctors, and we can head to our home and have dinner. We can talk more there."

Silvermoon Pier Alliance: SPA.

Ophelia was still looking at Roxas when he spoke weakly to her, "I think I over did it." Within seconds he passed out, and Jax handed her jacket to Ophelia to use for Roxas. She folded it up and placed it under his head, placing a hand on the spot he banged against the ground, using her coolness like an ice pack. Once she was satisfied, Jax spoke, "Holy shit...his back. We have to get him to a hospital or he will bleed out."

Ophelia nodded, then Jax ran off to help Morthos. There wasn't much Ophelia could do for Roxas, but she looked over his face. He seemed to be pain free for the moment, and for one quick second Ophelia smiled. Just a hint of one, because her attention was again on Morthos and Jax. Jax was exhausted, she could tell. And what was worse, was that a wolf was headed straight for her. But before Ophelia could react, Morthos was there, and then there was an explosion, leaving only Morthos alive. Except Morthos had a bite, and Ophelia's eyes widened, her entire being stricken with worry now at what the result would be if they didn't get help quick. There were still a few wolves left, and there was no way Ophelia was letting them escape. It looked like she was going to be the one to rid of these bastards, on her own. Everyone else had used up all the energy they had. Luckily, the blood she had used for her energy was still going strong, and she used this burst of energy to rid of the last few wolves. Though, luckily, some of the younger ones surrendered, and she decided to lock them into the warehouse for the police. It wasn't her job to arrest them, or put them through the justice system. It was her job to stop the threat. And herself and her team did just that, and so far none of them were dead.

With that thought, Ophelia looked down at her shoulder. There was still blood all over her, but her wound was almost completely healed. She wasn't sure if Morthos would be so lucky. She moved to Roxas, using her strength to pick him up despite her tiny stature. She carried him to Jax and Morthos, looking at them gently. "We need to go to the hospital. I'm not sure how Morthos will react, and Roxas needs immediate attention." Her voice when she spoke was back to the motherly and soft tone, much different than how she sounds during battle. She wasn't sue whether to be concerned with Roxas or Morthos more, and she furrowed her brow.

Once they made it to the hospital, the nurses took note that two of them were seriously injured, and took them to be looked after right away. The rooms were stark white and silver, much more modern looking than the rest of the town. It felt too clean, and in a way, uncomfortable. This reminded Ophelia of Jax's accident, though the outcome was much different. She looked to her sister and smiled softly, in this moment, glad she could.