Price was in his not too fancy house and was unsure of where to go today. As usual, he decided on the park. He left his home and went in that direction with the hope that he wouldn't have to deal with anything that would trigger his demon form. He was about to sit down somewhere when he realized he had forgotten his guitar. He walked all the way to back to his house to get it before returning to the park and sitting down on an unoccupied bench.

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In a bookstore, Tyler was helping a little boy(NPC) who couldn't reach a certain book. Luckily, it was on the second high shelf, he grabbed the book and handed it to the boy. "Here you are." He smiled as the kid went back to his mom. He then resumed his current task which was placing books in the right spot.

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Jonathan was in his own home, fixing himself a meat-only meal. In this case, rat steak. After several minutes of thawing, cooking and simmering, the food was ready. He got out a plate and put the steak on it. He then turned the stove off before sitting at his dining table. He began to eat.

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Juno went in search of his vampire friend. He soon came across the park and found him sitting on a bench with his guitar. He walked over and sat next to him. Hey, Price. He thought to him.

The Nephaelic youth was perched on a branch, his back pressed against the trunk of the tree. 'Being here is so..strange. How did I get here, again?' Will thought to himself, his silver and gold eyes glancing at the dense brush around him. His hand lightly patted the rough bark of the tree as he smiled to himself.

Alone, he was. He hadn't always been that way, from what his parents had told him. But he couldn't remember, ever since the near death experience that had happened when he was Fifteen. His childhood? Gone. All of it, in the blink of an eye.

But, some good things could come from bad things. He knew what he was, after that unfortunate event. He was no longer surprised when his mother's wings came out, or when his own decided to sprout from his back. How had he never noticed them as a Kid was a mystery.

Looked like it was going to be another lazy afternoon here in the city, Rebecca thought as she and a rookie cop by the name of Michael Winterbourne sat in her cruiser parked in an adjacent alleyway facing toward city park. While she gnoshed on a doublemeat cheeseburger and sucked down a chocolate shake rather hungrily, she listened to the idle chatter coming over the scanner. Sounded as though there was nothing to be in a hurry about. Mostly just routine traffic stops and all.

Finishing what was left of his fries, her partner Thorton leaned back in his seat, giving a yawn and a lengthy stretch.

"Too tame for you, rookie?" Red asked swallowing down her last bite. She crumpled up her burger wrapper and threw it out the window.

"Hell, Baghdad was more lively than this." The man replied with a chuckle.

Red rose an eyebrow. "Military man, huh? What branch?" She asked.

Michael smiled, "Marines. Served about oh....four years in Iraq. Went right into academy after I got discharged. You serve too?"

Red nodded, "Army for me. Eighth Platoon, Bravo Company. Afghanistan. Would've made Delta if I didn't take a damn bullet to the leg, but being a cop ain't so bad. At least I get to be on SWAT."

"Yeah, door kicking and drug busting!" Michael laughed. "That's the life right there. Only problem is you don't get much action like that in this city, maybe the occasional theft, but that's about it. You ask me, it's way too damn peaceful here."

"Yep." Red had to admit. She frowned slightly, "Gotta agree with you there, rookie. Seems like instead of busting crooks all the time, we're just filling out paperwork for the chief. Sure does get boring after a while." She sighed.

Suddenly, as if to answer their pleas, the radio cracked with static before the dispatcher announced,

172 David, we have a robbery in progress on 573 Sycamore Street. Suspect was last seen on foot carrying a large, brown leather purse heading east. How copy, over?"

Red could not grab the mic any quicker, squelching it and giving a curt reply, "10-4, Dispatch! We're on our way, over and out!" She started the cruiser and flipped on the lights and sirens, hastily buckling her seatbelt with a wide grin. "'Bout damn time! Hang on, rookie!" The cruiser tore out of the alleyway soon after, tires screeching and sirens blaring.

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"June, LEAVE," commanded an annoyed Jackson Blake as he sat on a seat by the beach. "Come oooon! I want to play matchmaker," whined the three-thousand-year old djinn. "No," said the wizard. June made huge puppy eyes at him. "Pwwease? You should have told me earlier," declared the djinn. "Look," she said, a bit calmer now. "First of all, it wasn't that hard to tell me, was it?" Jackson shook his head. "And second of all, I don't care if you're gay. It's fine. You've known me for the last, what, five years? By now, you should have figured out that I don't damn care!" She smiled at him. "June, I- I just can't do this right now, okay? You might not care, but I do. My parents will, if they ever catch wind of this." June patted the wizard's back. "Find me when you're ready, mmk? Promise me." Jackson gulped. "Kay. Promise." Jackson buried his head in his hands. June dissolved into slightly blue nothingness.

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June appeared in the back of the bookstore, getting ready for work. "Hey Tyler," she chirped as she bounced into the store. "Need help with anything?" She grinned hugely.
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"Nah, I got it." Tyler said as he finished placing the last book in the right spot. "Thanks though."

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Dio was old. Too old for humans to recall what he was. Few new him, and only two new what he was. They were both at his little library today. Direly and Damion both liked the golem, but were different from other humans anyway. Direly liked worlds of fantasies and sci-fi, which he indulged with his personal stories. Damion liked architecture books, and Drofite suggested technics and showed some things to improve Damion's creations. Today, however, was Dio's birthday. Both of them were interested in improving Dio, by humanizing him. That's all Dio wanted, because his social interactions was awkward. But at least he had friends at all.

"Come on Mr.Dio, you can do it, just don't force a smile like you did last ten times" Direly advised. "Come on man, it isn't that hard. Just stay calm about. Don't start fretting or getting nervous" Damion added. Drofite only shook his head, the false skin straining from his movements. "Why does thee even try to correct me? I am flawed in my nature, it is improbable that I'll do it sufficiently, but fine." He strained the magic giving him facial expressions and grinned, but it look horrifying. "Hello, my name is Dio, welcome to the Drofite Private Library. Is there something you need help with? We have a book about everything!" Direly and Damion looked at each other with humor and horror.

Direly then spoke to Dio. "Better, but smile with your mouth closed and a small smile, so it doesn't scare away people." Dio shrugged but did as asked. Damion said "Yeah, that should do. So, Dio, how old are you now?" "Around 800 more or less. lost track 200 years ago on the exact number, but I do know this is the date I came to being."

The bell rang.

Drofite turned."Now what human could that be?"

65...75...85... the speedometer climbed higher and higher as the cruiser was blazing through city streets at breakneck. Red's foot hammered on the gas, her eyes dead forward with tunnel vision. The rookie gripped the passenger door handle till his knuckles turned white, all the while feeling as if he was fusing to his seat from the immense speed his partner was driving.



Sure enough as they drove onto Sycamore, they saw the fleeing purse snatcher and the woman who was possibly the victim of this petty theft.

"That's him! That's our boy!" Michael hollered pointing at the black clad robber.

Rebecca threw the cruiser into a skid slamming on the brakes and threw it in park quickly radioing in. "This is 172 David! We have visual on suspect! Moving to apprehend, over!"

Suddenly after, both officers piled out brandishing their tasers on the robber, Red yelling to the top of her lungs, "POLICE! Drop the purse, NOW!"

But the robber merely looked back and kept on running. Red huffed angrily, already in pursuit of him. "Son of a-! Rookie, you take care of the lady, I'm going after him!"

Lolli sat behind the counter at the music store, reading a book to distract her from the songs around her. Her eyes skimmed the words, but her fingers tapped along to the beat. Her heart formed another beat that she had to fight against. She lifted her eyes to check on the small amount of customers. It was the slowest time for the shop, so she resumed reading. A soft sigh escaped her lips as she brushed her hair out of her eyes.
Time seemed to slow down as she breathed in again. Nothing had actually changed for anyone else, but her throat seized with the sudden urge to join the song that had started. It was a risk working where she did, but she couldn't distance herself from music. It ran in her veins. With a few more deep breaths, she calmed herself. A man approached the counter and she quickly rung him up. Her shift would be over soon. She would be able to get away from the noise.
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Scarlett took another call. "Hello, how can I help you today?" After a lengthy call about someone's remote not working, which turned out to be a case of missing batteries, she got up to take her lunch break. Scar hurried down the stairs to the sandwich shop outside. Her order was quick and she went to the restroom after eating. Entering the handicapped stall, she turned on the water. With the cold water running, she pulled off her gloves. Her palms glowed brightly as she forced them under the stream. She winced at the pain as steam floated out of the sink.
After cooling her hands down, she left the restaurant to get back to work.

"Bored. Bored, Bored, Bored." Will said to himself, as he silently swung his legs over the side of the branch he was resting upon. The Nephalem would let the momentum carry him over the branch, descending towards the ground. Once he touched down, he would bend his knees, absorbing some of the impact in a safer way.

"Well...today it doesn't seem too bad. Maybe I can fly and not get shot down." Will whispered to himself, his eyes cast towards the sky with a look of longing. He wasn't sure about flying anywhere near cities. Too many people. However, today seemed like a calm day. The sky was blue, the air was nice.

'Screw this, I'm flying.' Will thought to himself, as he moved away from the tree. Taking off his jacket, the young adult would check the back of his shirt for the pre-cut slits he had placed into each of his shirts. Despite popular belief, not all winged beings feel no pain when they rip a shirt off of their bodies. Then, he nodded his head silently, and from his back, a pair of wings extended. These wings were as black as night, extending out to a wing span of ten feet on either side. Then, he would roll his shoulders back, and under the first pair, a pair of snow white wings would extend, being eight feet long on either side.

Will crouched slightly, before using his enhanced strength to kick off of the ground, flapping his wings to bring him aloft. 'And..And...Airborne!' The Nephalem cheered in his head, before he flew towards the city.

As he flew, Will quickly remembered a certain problem he was sure to run into. Places to land. Angling himself towards the park, Will would soar overhead, high in the sky, shadow cast along the ground seeming to mimic him perfectly. His keen hearing would attempt to let him know what was going on, down below.

Juno yawned as Price finished another song on his guitar. I'm gonna head to the beach. You can come along if you want to. He went into his cat form before heading off to his destination. As he was walking, he noticed a shadow moving around causing him to look up. He had seen many different beings in his life, but this one was new to him. Well, that was interesting to see. He thought to himself as he resumed walking.

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Price considered his friend's offer, but he thought this was also a chance he could try meeting others. He still had to be careful of humans though. He returned his guitar to its case before getting up to walk around.

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Jonathan grabbed a bag of raw pork before heading out the door for some fresh air. He always preferred secluded areas where no one would care how he ate and so he went off to the forest. Once there, he leaned against a different tree as he pulled out a piece of pork from his bag and munched on it.

Suddenly after, both officers piled out brandishing their tasers on the robber, Red yelling to the top of her lungs, "POLICE! Drop the purse, NOW!"

But the robber merely looked back and kept on running. Red huffed angrily, already in pursuit of him. "Son of a-! Rookie, you take care of the lady, I'm going after him!"

As the Officers shouted, the whisper was carried through the wind. The Nephalem, high in the sky, could hear the pursuit as it was happening. '..What? Wait, I'm missing something.' William thought, stopping himself in midair. He would angle himself towards where the voices originated..and his eyes narrowed as he observed the purse snatcher.

His silver eye seemed to brighten for a minute, the moisture in the air freezing around his hands, rapidly collecting until his hands were covered entirely. Then, the newly formed ice molded itself into razor sharp claws, clicking as he flexed his hands.

Then, he tilted down, his wings flapping once before they were tucked in. The Nephaelic youth would shoot down and towards the Purse snatcher, arms extending
Towards the leather-clad snatcher's shoulders. Will's hands would lock around his shoulders, body bending inwards to plant his feet in the other man's back, using his momentum to send him crashing to the ground. Now, with his foot on the man's back, Will would hiss. "Stay still." He growled out.

The ice from his hands, having ripped the man's jacket, would quickly travel to his face like a liquid, forming into an icy mask that depicted the face of an Arctic wolf. The Nephalem raised his now covered face towards the officer, giving the female a polite nod. "Apprehended, Miss..?"

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"All right, then," June told Tyler. She went to sit down and read a book behind the counter until someone came into the bookstore.

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Jackson was still crying. He'd supposed that he had waited too long to do anything and now all he could do was cry. And cry he did. When he decided he was sick of crying, he got up to go to the park, his eyes still a bit puffy. The wizard arrived, expecting a calm scene, like what usually greeted him. What he saw instead was a person with the face of an arctic wolf, a cop, a robber, and a sobbing woman. "Apprehended Miss..." the wolf was saying to the cop. Enchantment, was Jackson's immediate thought, followed by, Self cast obscuration spell. He wandered over with the intent of inquiring after the nature of the spell, not realising that he'd also begun to cast one as well, mostly just to decrease the puffiness in his eyes. The air around him shimmered a dull green like it always did when he was casting a spell. "Excuse me," he said, tapping the wolf on the shoulder, "But how did you do that?" He gestured to the wolf's face. "It's really good. You did a great job."

blue was idly wondering the streets to find something to occupy his time. many people stared yet they kept their distance honestly making walking much easier as people made a path around him. Eventually blue saw a bookstore up ahead. he decided with nothing better to do to stop by if they would let him past the front door seeing as he was made of blue flames.

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blue made his way to the door and pushed the door open walking inside he noticed that only a few people were there as he went to one of the shelves and began to browse the selection of books. From where he was standing he could be seen by the front counter.

In his own home, Ky was customizing his own costume. After what seemed like hours, it was made. He went to get a briefcase that he had for a while now and placed his costume inside. He then locked the briefcase and hid it in an empty closet. Shutting the closet tight, he went to lay on the couch. He turned on the TV, hoping it would give him a reason to put that costume on.

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Red didn't know what to think of what just happened in front of her. One moment she was chasing this bastard down, and the next, this guy swoops in and makes the perp eat the pavement. She stood there for a moment, slackjawed and in a daze, until the sound of her partner bringing the cruiser around knocked her out of it.

Vigorously the officer shook her head, regaining her composure. "Thanks kid." She said a tad curtly with a stern look towards him. "But next time leave the crime stopping to us. No need throwing yourself into harm's way. Let us do that." She might have sounded coarse, but she was being considerate.

The robber squirmed under the kid's foot, trying his damndest to break away. "H-hey! Get off me, you damn bird! What do I look like? An egg?"

Rebecca scoffed, leaning down and cuffing him. "Hah! If this bird didn't show up, I would've just blown your kneecaps out and called it a day. Now on your feet, asshole! We got a long ride back to the precinct. Hey rookie, make sure that lady gets her purse back, will you?"

"Sure thing, LT." Michael gave a salute then grabbed the purse, handing it over to the woman. "Here you are, Miss. Sorry 'bout the trouble."

"Oh, thank you, officer!" The lady smiled heaving a sigh of relief.

Michael returned with a grin, "All part of the job, Miss. Just make sure you hang onto it next time. Lotta people been getting robbed lately."

Heading back to the cruiser, he gave the kid who saved the day a pat on the shoulder as he passed by, "Good job, hero. Hey Lieutenant, we ready to go?"

"Yeah, let's book it." Red replied shoving the robber in the back. "Watch your head there, friendo." She then slammed the door and walked over to the driver side. Before she got in though, she looked over at the kid in the mask.

"Remember what I said before kid. Don't go around playing hero. Let the cops do their job, alright?"

She got in and shut the door and drove off.

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"Hmm..Well, I've been in harm's way before." Will said, after the lady had driven off with the purse snatcher. A slight smile upturned his covered lips before he looked towards Jackson, standing and brushing himself off.

"Oh. The mask?" The Nephalem asked, gesturing towards his face. "I was taught to not go around showing my face to police and politicians." Then, Will's silver and gold eyes narrowed as the ice suddenly seemed to liquify, flowing down his arms.

"Ice is just my thing. No Magic, like what you just cast," The Nephalem said, noicing the faint green glow,"but something that I can control using the energy I get from being what I am." Then, he would fix his clothing, shaking his head to attempt clearing the adrenaline from his veins. He was still grinning...a real danger seeker, this one. "I just saw the guy running with a purse. Unless that's what guys do nowadays, I was pretty sure that he needed a good takedown."

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Tyler noticed another customer in the same aisle, though this one looked rather strange, but decided not to question it. His main focus was just doing his job and one of them was helping customers if they needed it. "Hello, looking for anything in particular?"

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"Oh! Hi! I'm June, can I help you with anything?" June had put down her book at the sound of the bell ringing and Tyler's voice. It was only until after she'd made this statement that she realised Tyler had said almost exactly the same thing seconds before. "Oops. Sorry Ty," she said by way of apology.

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"Ah. Okay," Jackson said. "I'm Jackson Blake. You look vaguely familiar. Do I know you?"

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"Will Redglade. And I'm unsure of knowing anyone. Amnesia." He said, gesturing rowards his head. "All I know is my family, Blake. Apologies." Will would then step onto the grass, before kneeling, letting the ice flow onto the ground and refreeze. "Unless you know other mythical entities like me, who knows?"

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"Ah. Gotcha, Redglade." Jackson watched as the kid poured ice back into the ground. "So what are you anyway, kid? Angel? Changeling? Demon? Daemon? I'm a wizard. I do the magical dirty work." He snorted his amusement.