[hr][hr][center][h1][color=#DB7093]Cassiopeia Claire Alistair[/color][/h1]
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[b][color=#DB7093]Location:[/color][/b] Mystic Dreams – Chicago, IL
[b][color=#DB7093]Skills:[/color][/b] [/center]
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	I watched him speak, my tea forgotten as the words tumbled out of him. It wasn’t hard to be empathetic to his plight. How many people have experienced something similar throughout the earth’s existence? I reached out and rested a hand lightly on his knee. Then he mentioned the death being unnatural, ‘an animal attack’. My pinkie finger twitched, and I pulled my hand back.

	[color=#DB7093]”You’re sure they didn’t go on a trip?”[/color] My tone was concerned as I spoke quickly. I knew it wasn’t. He knew it wasn’t, but what he was suggesting, what I had now guessed… He didn’t want to go down this road, and now I had to figure out how to dissuade him from this path.

[hr][hr][center][h1][color=#006400]Caden[/color][/h1]
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[b][color=#006400]Location:[/color][/b] Mystic Dreams – Chicago, IL
[b][color=#006400]Skills:[/color][/b] Shapeshifting[/center]
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	I was flipping through Cassiopeia’s grimoire, the text on the pages shifting into different words, preventing me from reading it correctly. [i]Eye of the Dragon Boy trying to read this.[/i] … [i]This spell requires someone who doesn’t smell of last night's conquest.[/i]... I chuckled to myself and shut the book. The pages clearly had Cassi's essence infused within them.

	‘Nothing natural.’ I heard the kid’s voice get higher and decided to eavesdrop. My ears shifted to that of a bat’s so I could take in more sound. I shut my eyes and focused. I heard the rest of the conversation and the slight waver in Cassi’s voice. Great. Usually, she was better at hiding her concerns when it came to supernatural attacks. My ears shifted back to normal, and I looked down at Calypso. She watched me curiously.

	[color=#006400]”We may have a problem,”[/color] I informed her. She sneezed in response, and I knew she understood.

	For the last ten months, Cassiopeia and I had been consulting with the police over a series of attacks that had started in Chicago. The police and city hall were no strangers to the unusual goings on in Chicago. They were well aware of the supernatural creatures that roamed their streets, blending in with the humans effortlessly. The creatures of Chicago had formed a successful bond with these humans to co-exist and live peacefully. In exchange, we would hunt down our own kind if they violated the treaty drawn up. It wasn’t always pleasant work, but consulting gave us a certain freedom that the others did not have.