Covenants Are Writen in Red

[Ambrosia]

Ambrosia was overcome with the urge to giggle at the sight of Dionysus's facial expressions, but managed to retain her composure.

She sighs, frustrated with Dionysus, and strides up behind him.

"Look Dionysus, I know we aren't too fond of each other, but I would hope we can at least manage to get along. I'll try not to annoy you if you try not to be overcritical of me. Deal?"

[Dionysus]

"Agreed. I'm willing to give you a little more room to swim as long as you let me know something of what your doing. There is alot of stuff that I have to file, and report for everything you do. That's why they sent me, to report."

[Ambrosia]

"Alright then."

Ambrosia smiles wryly before turning to leave, glancing at Dionysus over her shoulder.

"I didn't kill or hunt anything, for your information. Paperwork is rather tedious, in my opinion."

[Daevid]

Daevid gets up from the couch where he has been sitting, reading. He hears Fascia's voice and gets up to go say hello to her, but Hatake Kakashi beats him to the room. From outside, in the hallway, he can hear them talking, them and another voice, who turns out to be Keitoleinen, the god of destruction.

Daevid does not care much for the dark elves' god. He does not care much for any god. Although his life is spent searching and pondering what reality is, and believes that there must be more to life than what the physical world shows, he has a hard time believing in a particular god. The idea of "god" interests him, and he believes that there are higher beings out there, but he does not bend to serve or worship them.

Moira passes by and enters the room, and then Fascia walks out. She goes into her room and sits on the bed, the door left ajar. Hatake Kakashi is quickly on her heels, entering her room and shutting the door behind him. Moira leaves and goes back to her room, with Akira, and soon Daevid is left standing in the hallway alone, listening to the talking and then absence of talking coming from Fascia's room.

He turns and goes back to the living room, while there he gathers up his books and scribblings, shoving them rather haphazardly into his pack, turns, and walks out the door.

He has overstayed his welcome. Moira has ever been terse with him, and his reason for staying, the beautiful, moody Fascia, has just been taken away. Sure, he could stay around and try to take her from the other elf, but he is not really that type, and it would be too much work. No, it is better for him to just leave.

He walks down the street in the dark, heading to a cafe.

"Coffee, black."

The waitress brings him the black gold in a cup that will sustain him through the night. He has a headache, too many thoughts. He removes a number of napkins from the napkin holder on the table, and takes a pen from his pocket. He starts to write his ramblings down. Filling up napkin after napkin throughout the night. He writes of love, and sex, and religion, and politics... whatever comes to his mind.

By the time the sun comes peaking over the tops of the buildings, causing the puddles in the street to glow orange and pink, his mind feels empty and his bladder feels full. He plops some coins down on the table, stuffs the napkins in his pack, and heads to the bathroom. It is dirty and smells of lemon cleanser and urine, but it will suffice.

He zips up and heads out. It is a new day, with endless possibilities. His feet splash in the puddles as he walks down the sidewalk, whistling.

[Ookami]

Our little band of fighters takes off for Helsinki to try and defeat this presence that seems to be searching for the rebels. Ookami is overtaken by his emotions he is no longer who he was before Helsinki. He has become someone else. He does not talk or smile to any one. His eyes burn with hate and he hopes to be upon the enemy soon. No matter the odds he will have vengeance on someone today!

[Machiavelli]

Mac was getting a bit restless waiting for Jareth to return to him but she didn't really need him as a protector. From what he heard if Kaschei hadn't had time stop she would've gone crazy on him(because of another woman) before Mac's arrival. She couldn't hurt him of course but seemed funny all the same. His dear friend Kaschei needed a leash for that girl sometimes. Speaking of his friend it had been ages since he spoke with his friend it seemed. Not since the night of the wine and the Kampa. But then again Jareth and Kaschei were a bit at odds at the moment from that i suppose. But she always is loyal to him, hmph.

Where are all of these humans coming from. He thought they would be at work or something instead of walking around laughing. Kinda made him hungry. He sat on a bench outside of the ministry waiting. Hmph d'amn demon needs to hurry up.

[Quan Xu / Quan Ji]

The hoof beats of a horse bounce off the stone walls of the street. Old Moscow. How nice and dark it is with the sun down.

The horse and rider round a bend and stop. The horse is pitch black but for it's eyes, which burn like fire. With each hoof beat a spark of flames whips agaisnt the cobble stones.

The rider, also in black, slides off and kneels, running hand along the ground. His many chains rattle as he moves slightly, feeling the stone for something. "Zex," he says, his accent English, "You've been through here eh kid?" He stands and swings onto the horse once more, "Well, we'll be tracken him down. Come on Onyx, we're gettin' closer."

Suddenly the figure grabs his head and groans, "No... Zex is my friend... Hope is our... duty... to... shut up!" Shaking his head the rider scoffs, "Forget the old ways bud, we're doing it a new way. Ha!" He keels his horse and they gallop into the black night.

Atop the horse, Quan smiles, reflecting on all the fun he's going to have when he catches the little guy with the eggs.

[Trent]

Feeling behind his back he pulled out a well concealed knife, tucked into the underside of his belt (a good soldier always carries a back up...and aside from that whole treason bit, Trent was a good soldier... as far as moratl men go...)
Running after her, he ducked through the busted door just behind her, keeping the knife hidden he called out, "Please, wait!"

[Chastity]

I wake up to the sounds of birds singing. I smile and stretch and place my bare feet on the cold, wooden floor. Today is the day that I will reopen the kitchen. I think of Peter... that we will reopen the kitchen. I quickly slide on my clothes and shoes and tie back my long hair. I say my morning prayers as I bustle around the kitchen, making sure of what I need, and I grab a bag and head out the door.

The sun has just barely peeked its head up, and I head off to the stores. I have a wad of money in my bag, and the lines are just beginning to form. I have a pleasant outlook for the day. I am just sure that I will be able to gather all that is needed.

Water drips off the awning at the first store that I arrive at, splashing down on my head and collar. I smile at this too. Spring is almost upon us, the weather is getting warmer, and soon the months of summer will come.

[Turks6]

Turk's hand slightly twitchs as she stops and turns around.

"What do you want?Make it quick,if I'm going to tell them I didn't find you I can't stay around here or they'll ask what I was doing that whole time."

[Peter "The Owl"]

Peter steps out of the shower, wrapping a towel around himself as he walks out of the bathroom and to the living room where he layed out his cloths.

He had been active for awhile now since he didn't really sleep. Dressing, he gathers his things into his brief case. First day of class. This will be fun.

[Trent]

"Well, you see...it's like this..." he started walking toward, her relaxed all over exept his right wrist which wound up tighter and tighter as he got closer and closer, "It's not that i don't trust you...but...wait no, that's about right." Springing the knife from it's sheath he lunged at her. Hopeing to finish this with a nice single twist across the throat; no screams, and a quick effort less death.

[Turks6]

"S'hit..."

Turks says right before doing a back flip,but geting a small cut across her neck.

"Now,I gave you a chance,but it looks like you really want to die."

Ice shards form in Turk's hands.

"Don't worry,I'll try to make your death painless,Any last words?"

[Chastity]

My shopping experience being quite successful, I walk home with my bags full of food. There are potatoes, and grain, and even some pieces of salted meat, which was an amazing find. The soup will be wonderful. I bring the items home, singing as I go. The weather and success at gathering food as put me in good spirits.

I sing an old song, peoples' heads turning as I pass. I sing quietly, but the song still affects them, bringing smiles to their faces and peace to their hearts. The song sounds sad, but the message brings me joy.

"...Sometimes I am tossed and driven, Lord. Sometimes I don't know where to roam... I heard of a city called Heaven, I started to make Heaven my home."

I walk in the door of the kitchen and set the food on the counter. It is still a long time until the evening meal, and the soup won't take long to prepare. I decide to try to find the school where Peter is teaching and suprize him with a visit. I splash some water on my face and hands and head out the door.

I find the school with little trouble, I have spent most of my life in Paris. I go to the front desk and ask if there is a professor named Peter "The Owl". I feel funny doing this, since I don't even know his last name, and the title that I gave sounds a little strange. I say that he is teaching preternatural studies. The woman gives me a wary glance, I do not look like the type of person that frequents these halls. My clothes are old and worn, though clean, and I probably have the look of a street woman. Finally, she gives me the room number.

I walk down the long halls, and find the room. I look through the window on the door and see Peter standing at the front of the class.

[Trent]

"I'd tell them to you, but what's the use? As far as i'm concerned your foot's already in the grave."