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Restraint (my Lalia & Starling)

It wasn't a bad day but there was little time to enjoy it as I had a job to do, to get the can with an Office of Security persons finger prints on it. Easy enough as most have to pass Enrick Valdea hot dog stand to get to their place of work, plus he already scoped one out. I had to admit was worried that that he would rat us out but my boss assured me that he was trust worthy.

I walked done a few of the alleys until I came one of the main drags, I had to be careful since I never new if I was tagged. That was the problem, you never knew if you were tagged, since yeah I wasn't a 'big' name like my boss or half of the other generals in the resistance. I look both ways before crossing the street being careful not to draw too much attention to myself, which was easy since no one noticed a 'low' class person. The low classes were usually always ignored unless they were needed for some job that was usually unpleasant.

It wasn't long until I came to the place where Enrick said he would be set up, I found a place to 'blend' in and watched. The boss wanted me to make sure that he did his job and got the prints, since they were planning something big and needed to frame a high ranking idiot. Sure enough and true to his word Enrick gives the can to the person he claimed would be the perfect target. The woman looked well put together and, well, pretty. It made me jealous, which was stupid since I shouldn't be jealous over some bitch that had the good life of being a pet to the corruption here.

But still I couldn't help feeling a little jealous at her perfect hair and unmarked face. My face had a few scars but I was proud of them, they showed the shit I made it through. I shake my head to clear my thought and focus on Enrick. He seemed to be liking the small talk he was making with the well dressed woman, when she handed back the can he seemed to take a moment to think about something.

I couldn't believe what I saw him doing after the female left. OH. MY. GOD! I wanted to freaking scream but I knew I had to stay calm and not draw attention to myself, but the anger that was swelling inside me was almost too great. He botched the whole thing! We needed those prints like today! The whole thing was going to go tomorrow and he just screwed us over.

Stiffly and while taking deep breaths to calm myself, I walk over to Enrick.

"What..... I can't..... You......ughhhhhhh!" I said while trying to keep my voice from rising though it was really hard. "Why? I hope she is worth you screwing up, wait till I tell the Boss." I hissed as my anger wouldn't let the words out any other way. God I hope that Enrick has another plan before I have to go back and report to the boss I thought as I watched Enrick and his bird with blazing angry eyes.

The hive: Phase 1

~=Staff Dossier=~

Name: Isis Marie Lovell

Position: Bio-Cybernetics Engineer

SCR: Rank 1

Age: 24 going on 25

Ethnicity: British English

Height: 5'7

Weight: 155lbs

Hair Color: Dirty blonde, shoulder length and usually in a pony tail

Eye Color: steal blue

Clothing/Equipment: Isis usually likes to wear a purple top with either black pants or skirts (to look professional), but she usually wears jeans or yoga pants with band t-shirts even while working.

Notable Characteristics: Isis has a few scars down her spine along with two name tattoo's. One on each wrist.

History: Isis was one of the smartest in her family in England and her parents sent her to only the best schools. She was expected to study and become a great scientist, since that was what she wanted to be. Thing was she wasn't sure what type of scientist she wanted to be, there were so many oppertunities and many in the scientific community were trying to recruit her. It was while she was on her summer 'break' that she was watching her younger brother playing a video game. On the game the were talking about cybernetics, she wondered then is there was such a science. To her great delight there was such a science.
She dove into that field and while she was studying she got notice that there was an opening in Bio-cybernetics, she was the youngest to ever excel in the field. What got her great 'fame' was the implant of a chip in a monkeys brain. The monkey lived longer than any other mammal that they tested, as she created a bio-chip, that composed of more organic material. Though this monkey only lived for one week, it gave her group hope that they could create a chip that could be used on people.
These chips were, in theory, supposed to improve your memory, thinking process, and even connect you to the world wide web and any other machine that holds memory.
Isis though didn't think that monkey's or any other mammal could handle such a chip, she believed that only humans were able to process the on-slought of information. But human trials were not aloud, but she wanted to try. So she got her team to experiment on her without the clearance of her 'elders'. She was given the second generation chip, at first she couldn't handle the constant stream of information that entered her head. But after year she got use to it, but she began to notice problems. She would see things that she knew wasn't there and this would happen at random times. Isis knew that it wasn't good that random images would pop up and that it was something that she would have to fix in the third gen chips.
It was during this third design planning that a woman from America came to her home (she didn't have an office). Her name was Gloria Arnett and apperently she was interested in her work. So interested that they (the people she represented known as the Hive) were willing to pay for her to fly from her home to the dry and hot desert of America.

Isis is unsure now about what she got herself into, but the pay was amazing and they would give her what ever she wanted to do her experiments. Still her nervousness was high, as she couldn't dig up many files that told her what the Hive was and who backed them.

Muation(s): N/A

Phenomena: She has her second generation chip in her head that improves her memory and thinking and gives her the ability to 'look' things up on the internet in her head. But it isn't perfect and she see's things that aren't there

The Times of Magic (Ontos and my Lalia)

Brea smiled slightly when she saw Ser Ashton give the receptionist a glare and shut him up. Though it was custom for others to speak for mages, since hey she wasn't a real person. She kept her gaze down as she didn't wish to look at what was happening around her, she could hear and that was bad enough. Though the sounds of the tavern were almost too much for Brea to handle, she could hear mean and sexual slurs against her sisters that were working and the few that came down for a drink. She balled her hands into fists as she couldn't afford to lose control, not when this was her first time going out.

"I am a water mage my Lord." She said as she looked up. Her voice sounded like a soft flowing brook mixed with that of a song bird, she could hear a few people that sat close by stop talking. She could now feel their eyes on her, this was one of the reasons why she never came down much less talk if she had to come down. She got in enough trouble with the keepers who either liked her voice and wanted her to sing or wanted her to scream. Either way they liked her voice.

She noticed then that Ser Ashton was looking at her oddly, as if he was seeing her for the first time. You don't know your own beauty, Bee. The memory of one of her mage sisters telling her about her looks drifted through her head. Brea dropped her gaze and blushed slightly, though with her pale skin a slight blush was vary noticeable. Why she suddenly worried about how she looked was beyond her, she wasn't one to worry about her looks like some of her other sisters. But now she hoped that she looked okay.

"I am yours to command, my Lord." She said bowing her head and then waited for the receptionist to finish up what ever needed to be finished for her to be 'rented' out. She suddenly wondered how long Ser Ashton wanted her for, some only wanted her mage sisters for a few months and others for a few years. The ones that were gone for a few years almost never came back, everyone knew that if you were 'rented' out for more than a year you were as good as dead.

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The Times of Magic (Ontos and my Lalia)

Brea Levoll

Age: 35

Power: Water

Appearance: 5'6


History:
Brea is the daughter of a poor farming family who lived Empire of Moravias, she had three brothers and two sisters all of them were older than her. She was expected to earn her keep as her parents couldn't support her and her siblings on their own. While she was little her parents often prayed to the gods that she wouldn't have magic, she never understood why they prayed or why magic was bad. All she knew was that she could do things that others couldn't.

One day her older sister found her playing with water droplets, this sister loved her and didn't want to see their parents send Brea away. So she told Brea to to never tell anyone of her power and to never use it where others would see. Brea didn't understand at the time why her sister was telling her such things but she obeyed and never used her powers around anyone.

It was a vary hot and dry summer and her families small crops were failing, they wouldn't even have enough to feed themselves let alone sell. Things were getting worse as their well was drying up and her family was slowly wasting away. She needed to help them, after all she was told to earn her keep and to care for the family. She used her power then to water the fields and to fill their well, the crops began to grow and their farm grew. She always used her magic when others weren't watching and so her family (except for her one sister) thought that the gods had answered their prayers. One night though when Brea was watering the field her brother saw that she was a mage and ran to tell their parents.

Angry and dismayed they called Brea into the house and began to ask her questions, she didn't know how to answer them and would look at her older sister for help. But there was none to be had, at that moment she knew that no one in her family would help her. She was alone, as her parents sealed her in the pantry and sent word to he circle that their daughter was a mage. It didn't take long for the head mage and her Enforcer to show up and take Brea away. The only one that said good bye to her was her one sister, but Brea didn't care to say anything. She was betrayed by the ones that were supposed to love her and care for her, but the first chance they got they sent her away.

She was only eight when she was sent to the circle.

It didn't take long to see that mages were thought to be less then dirt, and often Brea witnessed horrible things done to her fellow mage sisters. At first when she was new she would try to help and defend the other mage girls, but it was always followed by a beating of her own. But in her mind it was worth it, as they were no longer hurting the other girl. BUt as time went on she began to realize that she may have only stop the horror for a short time, thought dismayed her.

As she practiced using her magic, she grew stronger and even learned how to fight, though the circl only taught the basics. But she excelled in everything she was taught, since there was nothing better to do other then being a bit snappish with the guards which alway landed her a beating. By the times she was 19 she was ready to be "rented" out, though no one ever seemed to want her. Not that she cared, sure she would love to see the country side again but she heard awful stories of what the enforcers did to their mages.

Years passed and still Brea was left 'untouched' and she was beginning to want to see the outside world again. It was only a matter of time when she would be picked and she had a feeling it was coming soon.

Weapon Skills: Brea was trained in the basic skills of all weaponry but she excelled in archery and twin blades. She often practiced alone to further her skills, but what she trully excelled in was the use of her staff which she can use both as a magic enhancer and weapon.

The Times of Magic (Ontos and my Lalia)

The sanctuary in the mages Circle was near the top of their building and it was one of Brea's favourite places. It had large beautiful arches with finely carved pillars of white stone that was of unknown origin. The sanctuary took up most of the current level except for two 'offices' and a staircase that continued the journey up and down. It was beautiful, with its large stained glass windows depicting the seasons and the elements and then there were the the finely crafted tables and chairs. There were also rows of books that covered almost all the walls, though this wasn't the library. The library was just as big but had rows upon rows of books, scrolls, and other forms of texts but there so many new and old coming in that the library had to spill out into the rest of the building.

The one thing odd about the Circle building was the clash of architecture, one part was more beautifully designed while the other half was more simple. In the more simple part of the building your voice didn't carry, it was perfect for quiet study and their sleeping quarters. While the other part was perfect for practice in large groups as the keepers could keep an ear on everyone.

The one thing that Brea loved about the sanctuary was the way her voice carried, it was like the building sang back to her when she sang. She loved it and often sang while in the sanctuary, the songs were often soft lullabies while others were songs of a broken hearts or spirits. She was often told to be quiet when she sung those, but it never stopped her, not until of the keepers threatened or forced her to stop. She didn't care though as everyone knew she would just sing again later.

The 'offices' in the sanctuary were for the keepers who kept the mages in line, not that many ever got out of line since the punishment was sometimes to the point of maddening. Brea would know as she went through it many times to keep her sisters safe from harm. The mage elders called her a fool for taking the punishment ment for someone else, but she would rather bare their pain than see them go through it. There were times though that the elders got into heated debates with the keepers as she would come back near death or almost completely out of her mind.

Today though Brea was completely sound of mind and was in the sanctuary singing while reading a text on the element of ice, it was something not far from her own water element. From afar all you would see would be long silvery-blonde hair in a high ponytail that draped perfectly straight down a feminine looking back. Other than that you tell if she was anything special as she wore the same looking white gowns that the rest of the mages wore, any mage in her ranking anyway.

It was then that Brea heard the quiet footsteps of a keeper coming up behind her. She suspected that he wanted her to stop singing, not that she would listen as her tune was rather cheerful today and people were actually requesting songs for her to sing. "Brea Levoll, you are required to change and head down to the tavern. There you will meet your Enforcer." The voice of a male said calmly as Brea's song died away, she waited until the foot steps of the man had left before she slowly got up.

She could feel the eyes of her sisters and the keepers on her, this was her first time since she was a little girl that she was going out into the world. This was a first time that she was even considered to be 'rented' out, let alone approved. Was it because of her good behaviour? She doubted that, since just two weeks ago she got in trouble and spent three days in a cell without food or water. The water part was a almost a joke until she realized that the cell was encased in magic that prevented magic. A paradox, to her anyway. She wondered then if the elders wanted to see how she could handle being outside with an enforcer or were they just tired or her always getting into trouble? Or was it all of the above? She didn't have a clue.

She made her way to her quarters and got changed into her blue and silver dress. It had a fitted steel breast plate, that added a warrior feel to the gown. The designs that covered the dress made it feel like it was flowing just like her element, someone even placed a seahorse on the lighter blue section of her outfit. They must of done it for the less smart people that would happen to get her later. She then put on her headdress that had something like wings or fins on either side of her temples, she thought it looked pretty but wasn't sure if it had and magical properties or if it was just for show. Her whole outfit made her look pale and pretty, or so she was told. On her way out she grabbed a brown leather bag that she placed around her hips, it was filled with knick knacks that she and her enforcer might need while on the road.

Outside her door two keepers waited for her, one had her staff and two daggers that she was to tie around her thigh. She took the daggers first and then her lovely staff. Everyone of her mage sisters had either a staff or some other magical weapon, but each one was unique and would only fit the one mage. Her's was a long silver staff with one end with an arrow head point and the other that held a red egg shaped gem that sat between two wave like projections. It was a beautiful weapon that was made just for her.

Brea walked down the many stairs silently as the two keepers following seemed to make all sorts of noise, from their breathing to their heavy foot steps. Finally just outside the tavern the two keepers stop and let the receptionist take her. "I am surprised they chose you, I was expecting Millina." The receptionist said, who she didn't know the name of, as he looked her over to make sure she was perfect for who ever was waiting for her. "You will have to do, come come." He said before turning around and walking in the direction of the tavern.

Swallowing hard she made her way into tavern, and was kind of shocked by what she was seeing, this was nothing at all like her sanctuanry or the library. Here there were actual normal people, and she realized this was why she didn't come down here. There too many drunks trying to flirt with her fellow sisters or the drunks would straight out try grabbing or slapping and her sisters had to grin and bare it. She would get into so much trouble down here, probably another reason why she never came down.

"Ser Ashton Cromwell, this is Brea Levoll. One of our prettiest and talented mages." The receptionist said which caused Brea to raise an eye brow at the man. Prettiest? Talented? She never thought she was any of those other than trouble, besides there were prettier and more talented mages than her or at least thats what she thought.

She looked at Ser Ashton then and bowed her head, "A pleasure to meet you." She said coolly with a light smile. There was something off about Ser Ashton but she couldn't place her finger on it, it just seemed really familiar. She waited for the paperwork to be filled out and for her new Enforcer to instruct her on what to do. All the while she kept her eyes down as to not see the abuse her sisters were going through and to keep her from trouble.