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From over beside Anya came a cold metallic 'click' as she produced and cocked a small gun. She was staring intently at her invisible screen. Having just run some silent searches. "Alright, I don't know what is going on here, maybe you're just messing with us or perhaps you have been stuck plugged into that game for so long you lost your marbles. Either way you're not supposed to be here so I'm gonna send you back now. Ok. Back to where ever the hell you are really from... Ready babe?"
Anya lifted the gun and blithely swung it around to point it towards Miri's head. A little smile curled in the corner of her lips.
"It's a portal stick, it will take you to another place."

Under the Old Hallowed Tree

Arden Thorn - Spirit

Arden Thorn
^{Height: 182 cm. Weight: 79 kg. Age: 19 years.
Hair Color: Blonde. Eye Color: Green.}

Name: Arden Thorn (Amakos Therai)
Age: 19 years.
Element: Spirit
Occupation: Student.

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"Oh darl." Anya says with a hint of compassion and concern. "I clearly didn't pay attention in school because I have no idea of the places you just said, but it's pretty obvious that you've never plugged in before. Is this your first time going virtual? Trust me, If ya hang around here people are gonna be saying things far worse than I did." Anya turned back to the bar. A quizzical look on her face. Something just wasn't adding up. And where was her drink?

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Azerus

Azerus found himself staring at the wide muscular chest of the chimera he just abused. 'How had he missed this lumbering giant?' Regret suddenly hit him like an electric shock running through his body as he nervously looked up to the guys face.
Relief swept over him as he was not greeted by anger or offence but instead a smiling face. Not one to argue when given a lucky break Azerus quickly put out his hand to greet Berke and introduced himself.

"Oh hey Berke, the names Azerus. Yea, pretty full on day. Ah, nice to meet you. How's things?"

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Anya,s blue locks bounced as she spun her head to face the man speaking to her.
"Whispering is for secrets and there ain't nothing secret here." Anya says while looking the woman over again. This time there was a puzzling question in her eye.

"Soo." Anya begins, dragging out the word as she turns her attention back to the woman and contemplates how to proceed. "If you're really real and this is you, where do you come from? I mean it's just I've never seen an alien quite like you and I can't pinpoint your race. No offence but to be honest you look more like some sort of video game character. I mean I've met humans who have had anthopotic alterations so I understand if that's your thing and nothing against that, new age movement and all. Maybe your somewhere between a Di'hjahan or a Cardalari? "

Anya bites her lip as she thinks it over, after a short moment she gives up and pulls out a cigaret. Lighting it up she lets it hang freely in her lips as she tucks her lighter back into her tight pocket.

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As Azerus waited, like so many others, he scanned the crowd examining and judging his peers. Nearby some sort of reptilian hybrid with claws for fingernails was playing with what seemed to be a magical cylinder. It did little to hold his attention as small displays of magic and skill were subtly put on show and erupting all around him. Various students all attempting to show off and stand out.

Nearby one such student even decided to display his prowess by manipulating a pack of cards he had brought. This even attracted the attention of another. Azerus sighed loudly and rolled his eyes, continuing on scanning the crowd. Firstly he sized up all these individuals, subconsciously deciding who would be a threat to his ego. Secondly he sought the strong looking hybrids or monsters, making a mental note of anyone looking like they might be a threat physically.

These were not only his peers but also his competition. It was then in that thought that someone trying to get by bumped into him. Before he could even get a good look at the person his tongue lashed out like acid in his short temper.

"Hey, watch where the hell you are going!"

He spoke louder than needed. His words heavy with spite. While his sudden reaction fuelled by nerves and surprise, came out more fierce than he had intended. Still Azerus didn't back down or shy away from his actions.

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SOMEONE BUMPED INTO ME!

Anyone moving around can feel free to take the role of the bumpee and begin an interaction between characters.
_{(Not all interactions have to be good ones.)}

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"God damn! Just look at those tits." Anya exclaims having suddenly paused mid stride of her return from the bathroom. Her lips curl into a taunting smile. Eventually her eyes snap free and find the other new patrons.
Her hips sway as she walks to the bar taking one long step after another until she reaches a stool near everyone else. There's a faint brief grimace as she takes her seat.

"Fuck, has someone finally cracked the firewalls or is this just gonna be a weird night?" Anya asks bluntly in her sweet feminine voice, speaking aloud to no one in particular. With a casual shrug Anya taps the bar twice and an invisible screen comes across the counter. After ensuring the security and safety of her connection she punches in her drink orders.

Under the Old Hallowed Tree

Arden Thorn - Spirit

Arden Thorn
^{Height: 182 cm. Weight: 79 kg. Age: 19 years.
Hair Color: Blonde. Eye Color: Green.}

Name: Arden Thorn (Amakos Therai)
Age: 19 years.
Element: Spirit
Occupation: Student.

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Avall

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Age: 17
Race: Half Orc
Gender: Male
Appearance:
Talent:
History:
Born to a travelling troupe Avall saw much of the land before he was even old enough to remember.
His conception was not that of the stereotypical violent union between some savage orc and a helpless human but instead one comprising of two loving, compassionate and caring cast out half-breed parents.
Seeking a better life for their child they left him here where his story begins. All he knows is of the town he grew up in but he often dreams of going beyond the mountain walls.
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