Gardevoiran

The Narrow Path

"That's quite rude, isn't it?" the figure turns around to reveal a furry body. He's more akin to a humanoid dog rather than anything else, but not like those people you know from the various magical gatherings of the world. The man is what's more widely known as a furry kobold, and he's standing in front of you with his eyes completely obscured by a blindfold. Similarly, you see the various wrappings on his arms and legs indicative of serious physical strength. Despite his eyes being covered, he turns to look directly at you with a smile as he raises his arm to wave. "Hello! I'm Caretan, a simple nomad."

One Piece: New Horizons!

Meeting the New Crew III

Bonekid felt his body get picked up by Dirk (who possessed rather surprising strength) as the ex-slave threw the child up into the hammock with the badger inside it. Bonekid fumbled around before he landed in the hammock, staring directly at Jo with his blank expression. "Eheh... sorry, Miss Jo. I'll just be... leaving now." Bonekid stared at Dirk before he climbed carefully out of the hammock, landing on the ground with a thud before he looks at Dirk with quite a scowl. He'd be sternly talking to the thief after this was all over. That's no way to treat your superior, especially one that's a child!

Bonekid walked back to his seat, complete with the vines on it being torn and his sword being missing.

Wait...

"U-u-um... Captain B-Boone? Where's my sword...?"

Hellpact

About two hours ago...

Carnation bust out of a suitcase and onto the pavement of the airport in Boston, quickly recovering onto her feet and proceeding to book it as quickly as she could to the nearest concealed area. After ducking around the boxes and tram nearby, Carnation stopped and spoke to herself as she looked around. "Hah... hah... sorry, whoever's clothes and pills those were back in Aus, but I have official business here in Boston right 'bout now. Just gotta... take a second to catch my breath and talk to Antonio." Raising her gloved hand up into the air in front of her, a small rift opened up to reveal the horned face of Antonio the Banker.

"Why didn't you take my offer and let me open a gateway between Sydney and here?" Antonio asked the girl. He didn't understand his client for the majority of the time, he just knew that she was a bit special. She wasn't dumb, quite the opposite, but she didn't exactly do everything easily.

"'Cause mate, if we did things easily, we'd forget how fun it is to be free!" Carnation snickered as she dug through her bag for her water bottle. She bought it at the airport in Sydney before the security told her she needed a passport... and a legal guardian. She had neither of those. "You still have that letter?"

"Indeed. 1313 Faust Drive. 11:30 pm." Antonio's voice was rough, but it still kept an air of formality about it as if he was still a businessman. It was really odd to hear, considering how he looked and acted, but that was besides the point. "It's a good amount of miles away."

"What's the name of this airport?" Carnation asked her banker, pulling the cell phone out of her bag as she talked.

"Logan International Airport."

"Time to call a cab. Let's hope whatever these blokes at Faust Drive want won't kill me, eh?" Dialing a number for a cab service, Carnation packed her bag again as she walked towards the nearest door heading into the actual airport.

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Present Time

Carnation stood in front of the house that was listed on her letter. The cab behind her rolled away as she stared the entrance down. Checking the phone she had, the time was 23:25. Five minutes before she had to step up and enter the house. She wasn't feeling too great about it to be honest, but, it was better to be in there and warm than out here and cold. It was like, what, four degrees Celsius? It felt like it, and her trench coat was on too!

With a hesitant breath, Carnation walked up to the door and gave it a knock. What followed was a handsome servant opening the door for her and offering to take her coat. She was reluctant, but Carnation gave up her coat and let the servant take it away, leaving her to walk into the main room alone. Already in there was a lady who worked for the local newspaper from the looks of things, a sleazy man in his own coat, and-

"My, oh my. Little One, what are you doing in such large clothes? All by yourself, too? Tsk tsk tsk, no no no no. This won't do, my little lovely. Not at all. Come, come sit with me, get yourself warmed up. As soon as this is over we are getting you some proper clothes and get you taken care of."

Carnation was lifted off the ground by the depressed woman and carried towards the armchair she was sitting in, a bit too surprised to really react, nor did she want to make a scene in front of the other people in the room. She kicked her feet in resistance, but her efforts were unsuccessful as the woman sat down on the couch and put Carnation down on her lap. For the first time since she had entered the house, she finally spoke. "Oi? What the hell are y-... o-okay." Carnation just sat there and let the strange woman run her hands through her hair. New clothes had been the selling point there, considering Carnation normally wore the clothes of the pedos she killed.

When the waiter came around, Carnation requested a small glass of juice to be delivered, which it was. Though, she didn't specify what the juice she wanted was, it came back as cranberry juice. Tart, but addictive. Dang, did Carnation miss that taste.

Soon after the hostess of the party showed up, Carnation payed close attention to her, her right hand flipping her butterfly knife as she sat there in the strange lady's lap. She had her own questions, but the reporter lady had asked the main one that she had wanted to know.

Hellpact

Unique Name

Carnation Hendricks

"Someday, I'm gonna rule the fuckin' WORLD."

Name: Carnation Morgan Hendricks
Alias: Bloody Orphan or Skinglove to the public. Carn or Morgan to those she knows and trusts.
Age: 10.5
Gender: Female
Nationality: Australian
Appearance: With brown hair reaching barely to her shoulders, several freckles adorning her cheeks, and a shorter and more delicate frame, Carnation stands underweight with her short height of 50 inches even (127cm). Her clothes are normally oversized and run the gamut of being darker colored. Her shoes are old, ratty, and torn, but they serve their purpose to make sure that she doesn't step on any nails or anything. The only thing of value she wears is an oversized trench coat, with the sleeves rolled up and the tail of the coat barely lifting off the ground while she walks. It carries a lot of her things, and it's just a really nice coat.

History:

Convenience

Born in Sydney, Australia, to her proud parents, Carnation was set up from the start to have a future reared in a magical destiny. She had heard tales of her father's work as a warlock, and wanted to be just like her dad, if not better. She displayed a bit of magical talent at the early age of four, and she had been practicing the magic with her father through a focus that was rather mundane - an oaken wand hand-crafted by the bloke - but it was never satisfying enough for her. It wasn't until she found a special voice under her bed.

The voice spoke in a sultry, yet masculine voice. It promised her the power she wished to seek, and a way to use that power to the furthest limits. Of course, this came with it's price, and the price was obviously that of a sacrifice or two, so at first Carnation denied. The thought of her sacrificing her own mother and father as fuel for her passion was... too risky. Too terrifying. Too awful for her.

She continued practicing her magic with her father, trying to hone it to a point where she could rival his strengths in magic. When she turned eight, her abilities waned. She couldn't improve and she felt like every time she tried to win her parents affection was spent fruitless. She couldn't get better and she couldn't impress them and show them how much she wanted to learn.

Carnation returned to her bedroom, and she made a deal with the voice under her bed. She'd offer up the sacrifices of her two parents in exchange for the strongest focus she could ever obtain. Something she couldn't make on her own, and something nobody would ever want to find out.

So the deal was struck, and Carnation began to wander the streets with a new leather glove.

The girl had it rough for a while, adjusting to street life, but she made it by after her body found her situations that didn't exactly fit the bill of something... good. Many pedophiles met their end as Carnation's kill list grew and grew. It attracted the attention of a demon banker, Antonio, that eventually struck another deal with Carnation. He would keep track and tally the souls she had been accumulating over her works as a vigilante / street rat at the low cost of his own interest. It worked for Carnation, and the two had a deal struck.

Things went pretty well for Carnation for the next year after meeting Antonio, but all good things come to an end as Antonio summoned himself willingly for once.

And with him, he brought a letter addressed to Carnation. How he got it, Carnation doesn't know or care, but what she does know is that it's calling her to Boston.

Sin: Lust - She hungers for power like nobody else she has met. She doesn't care how many must die in her wake, she will find a way to get this power.
Virtue: Temperance - When you grow up on the streets, you learn to make sure all your food is preserved and rationed well. Carnation knows this better than most.
Personality: Let's let herself describe it.

"I am the lowest of the low as I stand before you. I look like a small child, but my hand is decorated with the skins of my biggest mistakes and my greatest assets. I eat cookies and crap the thunder that will bring you to your knees and push you to tears. I am the child you find in an alleyway crying only to see her reddened hand grip your arm and choke the life out of it, the ashes of your life blowing away in the breeze. I choose to spare you this once, peasant, as I know down the road I will be ascending to royalty as I govern you all as the Queen of Earth and the dimensions beyond. Remember this mercy."

Keep in mind, Carnation said all of this to her stuffed pig, Mister Barny.

Skills: Knife fighting and butterfly knife tricks, haggling, lying, deceiving, baking, and running. She's learned a fair bit of these after she began fighting the dangers that the streets hold.
Spells:
- Limited Pyromancy : You are allowed the ability to manipulate fire to your whim, however limited it is. While you receive immunity to fire as a result of having this, you cannot generate fire out of magic and you may only work with preexisting fires. You also suffer from range issues, making your range rather short as it only extends to roughly twice the size of your arm as for what you can fully inflence.
- Ricochet : Your throws and tosses can ricochet so long as you desire it to. Impossible shots are now made possible as a result. (Gives an item you throw elastic properties as it collides with the first nonliving surface, allowing it to bend physics.)
- Shadow Stride : Move through the shadows as if you were one with them, melting down into a black shape of your body to do so. You cannot deal any damage directly while using this, and you are restricted to moving in areas where shadows exist.
Equipment: A sharpened butterfly knife, Mister Barny the stuffed pig, a series of random trading cards of different series, a business card for a demon bank, and a mobile phone.
Focus: A glove made entirely from the skin of her dead parents, cured and turned into a nice darkened leather.
Other: A majority of the worldly belongings that Carnation owns were looted off of the numerous thugs and pedophiles she has ended. She also enjoys sweet tea from the southern part of the United States. Don't ask her how she tried it, just know she does.

This path may be barren, but you bet your ass I'm walking it. Who's comin' with?!

Pacts

Name: Antonio Ronaldson
Titles: The Bank Teller of the Seventeenth District
Ranking: 2
Domains: Currency
Appearance:

CONVENIENCE!!!

Gift Name: Deposits and Withdrawals
Effect: A small rift opens up in front of the caster, allowing them a connection to Antonio directly. While the rift is open (for a maximum of five minutes at a single time), the caster is able to make transactions of the souls they have accumulated, just like it was a bank. Upon opening the rift, the souls of the recently deceased within a five meter radius are taken into the rift as deposits, and they can then be used as currency and exchanges for the summoning of other demons and the forming of other pacts with other demons.
Cost: Instead of an immediate cost, Antonio saps the vault of its souls at a constant, but slow, rate. A soul is drained every two weeks, and it keeps both parties happy. Currently, there are around 10 souls in the vault right now in Carnation's name, and the next soul will be drained in about 5 days.
Summon Cost: The vault must be emptied for the physical manifestation of Antonio to come out and play. Even then, getting him to play and do anything severe is something he doesn't even do normally. He doesn't enjoy getting involved in combat. He's a businessman, not a boxer.

Hellpact

@ProPro
I'm good my dood.

Edit: Oh. Forgot I already told you.

The Narrow Path

Upon closer inspection, as you approach the figure, you notice it being decorated in martial arts robes. It's also walking backwards towards you. It doesn't look like a human, rather it looks like a wolfy bear person. You can see it's tail is wagging, but you have no idea what it's about. Eve follows behind you closely as Brock stands near the house, possibly to make sure whoever the person is doesn't get farther if he's hostile.

You're pretty close now, and you're fairly sure you can talk to him if you raised your voice to do so.

The Narrow Path

Brock turns around and looks at the figure in the distance. "I don't recognize it... might just be a random person. Are they holding anything threatening?" Brock draws his sword as you both look.

You see long tassels along the figures wrists, drooping down to their thighs with their arms at their side. At least, they look like tassels. You can't tell easily from this range what they are.

Though they're blindfolded, you can see them walking towards you as if they knew the land and could see it.

The Narrow Path

"I... I think we shouldn't parade it. Yashar knows a lot of people, and they're all really powerful. If we parade it, who knows what'll happen." Brock says as he starts walking back inside.

"... sneak!" Eve sneaks into your lap and grips your metal arm. You can seriously feel the heat radiating off of her. It's almost tiring.

While all that is going on, your snake stares off towards the distance at a figure. You have no idea who the hell it is, but you can tell it's blindfolded.

Into The Dark: Tales of Maroleth

Stepping outside of the cavern, Ursaren stretched his back as he let out a primeval roar, the bear in him vocally escaping as his voice boomed through the area, leaving quite the reverb. "Even though it was only a day, I had missed the warm embrace of the sun," Ursaren chortled as he looked out upon the area, getting a lay of the land together in his head as he went through everything that had happened since the meeting of the Dorcha. Aeryn seemed like a good Dorcha, which was hard to come by often considering the quirks and the nature of the race. It wasn't impossible, but it definitely wasn't something you saw every day. He wanted to talk to her about things, continue to fill his journal with incredible information.

One question riddled Ursaren's thoughts as he dug through his bag, making sure everything was accounted for, including the small slices of mushrooms he had grabbed earlier. "Roughly how far away are we from the place that we entered the cave system from?" Ursaren asked, his eyes looking over the town. Boy, he wished they had a clothing store or something. His robes were incredibly torn from the transforming and fighting, and he needed something new to wear. Maybe something red this time. Or maybe blue. He didn't know, but he needed to go and check what they had, assuming there even was a clothing store.

Hellpact

Unique Name

Carnation Hendricks

"Someday, I'm gonna rule the fuckin' WORLD."

Name: Carnation Morgan Hendricks
Alias: Bloody Orphan or Skinglove to the public. Carn or Morgan to those she knows and trusts.
Age: 10.5
Gender: Female
Nationality: Australian
Appearance: With brown hair reaching barely to her shoulders, several freckles adorning her cheeks, and a shorter and more delicate frame, Carnation stands underweight with her short height of 50 inches even (127cm). Her clothes are normally oversized and run the gamut of being darker colored. Her shoes are old, ratty, and torn, but they serve their purpose to make sure that she doesn't step on any nails or anything. The only thing of value she wears is an oversized trench coat, with the sleeves rolled up and the tail of the coat barely lifting off the ground while she walks. It carries a lot of her things, and it's just a really nice coat.

History:

Convenience

Born in Sydney, Australia, to her proud parents, Carnation was set up from the start to have a future reared in a magical destiny. She had heard tales of her father's work as a warlock, and wanted to be just like her dad, if not better. She displayed a bit of magical talent at the early age of four, and she had been practicing the magic with her father through a focus that was rather mundane - an oaken wand hand-crafted by the bloke - but it was never satisfying enough for her. It wasn't until she found a special voice under her bed.

The voice spoke in a sultry, yet masculine voice. It promised her the power she wished to seek, and a way to use that power to the furthest limits. Of course, this came with it's price, and the price was obviously that of a sacrifice or two, so at first Carnation denied. The thought of her sacrificing her own mother and father as fuel for her passion was... too risky. Too terrifying. Too awful for her.

She continued practicing her magic with her father, trying to hone it to a point where she could rival his strengths in magic. When she turned eight, her abilities waned. She couldn't improve and she felt like every time she tried to win her parents affection was spent fruitless. She couldn't get better and she couldn't impress them and show them how much she wanted to learn.

Carnation returned to her bedroom, and she made a deal with the voice under her bed. She'd offer up the sacrifices of her two parents in exchange for the strongest focus she could ever obtain. Something she couldn't make on her own, and something nobody would ever want to find out.

So the deal was struck, and Carnation began to wander the streets with a new leather glove.

The girl had it rough for a while, adjusting to street life, but she made it by after her body found her situations that didn't exactly fit the bill of something... good. Many pedophiles met their end as Carnation's kill list grew and grew. It attracted the attention of a demon banker, Antonio, that eventually struck another deal with Carnation. He would keep track and tally the souls she had been accumulating over her works as a vigilante / street rat at the low cost of his own interest. It worked for Carnation, and the two had a deal struck.

Things went pretty well for Carnation for the next year after meeting Antonio, but all good things come to an end as Antonio summoned himself willingly for once.

And with him, he brought a letter addressed to Carnation. How he got it, Carnation doesn't know or care, but what she does know is that it's calling her to Boston.

Sin: Lust - She hungers for power like nobody else she has met. She doesn't care how many must die in her wake, she will find a way to get this power.
Virtue: Temperance - When you grow up on the streets, you learn to make sure all your food is preserved and rationed well. Carnation knows this better than most.
Personality: Let's let herself describe it.

"I am the lowest of the low as I stand before you. I look like a small child, but my hand is decorated with the skins of my biggest mistakes and my greatest assets. I eat cookies and crap the thunder that will bring you to your knees and push you to tears. I am the child you find in an alleyway crying only to see her reddened hand grip your arm and choke the life out of it, the ashes of your life blowing away in the breeze. I choose to spare you this once, peasant, as I know down the road I will be ascending to royalty as I govern you all as the Queen of Earth and the dimensions beyond. Remember this mercy."

Keep in mind, Carnation said all of this to her stuffed pig, Mister Barny.

Skills: Knife fighting and butterfly knife tricks, haggling, lying, deceiving, baking, and running. She's learned a fair bit of these after she began fighting the dangers that the streets hold.
Spells:
- Limited Pyromancy : You are allowed the ability to manipulate fire to your whim, however limited it is. While you receive immunity to fire as a result of having this, you cannot generate fire out of magic and you may only work with preexisting fires. You also suffer from range issues, making your range rather short as it only extends to roughly twice the size of your arm as for what you can fully inflence.
- Ricochet : Your throws and tosses can ricochet so long as you desire it to. Impossible shots are now made possible as a result. (Gives an item you throw elastic properties as it collides with the first nonliving surface, allowing it to bend physics.)
- Shadow Stride : Move through the shadows as if you were one with them, melting down into a black shape of your body to do so. You cannot deal any damage directly while using this, and you are restricted to moving in areas where shadows exist.
Equipment: A sharpened butterfly knife, Mister Barny the stuffed pig, a series of random trading cards of different series, a business card for a demon bank, and a mobile phone.

Other: A majority of the worldly belongings that Carnation owns were looted off of the numerous thugs and pedophiles she has ended. She also enjoys sweet tea from the southern part of the United States. Don't ask her how she tried it, just know she does.

This path may be barren, but you bet your ass I'm walking it. Who's comin' with?!

Pacts

Name: Antonio Ronaldson
Titles: The Bank Teller of the Seventeenth District
Ranking: 2
Domains: Currency
Appearance:

CONVENIENCE!!!

Gift Name: Deposits and Withdrawals
Effect: A small rift opens up in front of the caster, allowing them a connection to Antonio directly. While the rift is open (for a maximum of five minutes at a single time), the caster is able to make transactions of the souls they have accumulated, just like it was a bank. Upon opening the rift, the souls of the recently deceased within a five meter radius are taken into the rift as deposits, and they can then be used as currency and exchanges for the summoning of other demons and the forming of other pacts with other demons.
Cost: Instead of an immediate cost, Antonio saps the vault of its souls at a constant, but slow, rate. A soul is drained every two weeks, and it keeps both parties happy. Currently, there are around 10 souls in the vault right now in Carnation's name, and the next soul will be drained in about 5 days.
Summon Cost: The vault must be emptied for the physical manifestation of Antonio to come out and play. Even then, getting him to play and do anything severe is something he doesn't even do normally. He doesn't enjoy getting involved in combat. He's a businessman, not a boxer.

@ProPro
I will be glad to do a run-over of this if it is not up to snuff.