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The Mutants

Cloudchaser

_{"A good friend once told me that you need to meet each day like you're immortal. That nothing can kill you or keep you down. Sound familiar? Yeah, didn't think so."}

^{Y O U R A L I A S}

| N A M E: |

Nathan Kay aka Cloudchaser

| A L I G N M E N T: |

Neutral Good

| A G E: |

20

| G E N D E R: |

Male

| S E X U A L I T Y: |

Pansexual

| H I S T O R Y: |

■ YEAR-YEAR | In the Beginning

Nathan was born in the Canadian province of New Brunswick to a single mother that worked at a bank. It wasn't until he was a few years old that his mother realized he was different from other children. At the age of 3, he lacked the ability to see things very well. A doctor diagnosed him as being born blind. It was hard to deal with for his mother, but Nathan's life went on all the same as she did her best to support him. As Nathan grew older, it was determined he wasn't entirely blind, but was still close enough that he was heavily impaired. By the age of eight, he began to display signs of mutation as objects around him started floating. His mother told him he was a mutant, but never explained why she knew this so easily. From then on, Nathan's life was spent learning about his powers and discovering that his mutant genes were the source of his perception issues. It made things easier knowing he could use his powers to see better, but mutants were frowned upon, so once his eyes began to emit a white fog, things got harder on the already disadvantaged boy. Roughly a year after his powers were in full development, Nathan's mother put him in contact with some other people that she knew that were also mutants.

One day, he met three people who all had powers. Before then, he never met another mutant, but he learned a lot from them. To Nathan's eyesight, they looked nearly identical to his mother, as all four of them glowed a strange white color, where most people didn't. All of them talked for hours, and the three of them eventually mentioned that they were a "superhero team." Nathan had heard about them before, like the Avengers in the states, but he never thought he'd run into someone like that. They were called Blackhawk. The three were known to the outside world as Marble, Behelit, and Adamant. They used codenames to keep their identities secret, but Nathan had never heard of such a group. Meeting Blackhawk changed the trajectory of Nathan's life for better or worse, but to the discomfort of his mother.

Marble had the power to produce a handful of small spheres that he could use to teleport from one to another by setting them up. Each sphere was another point to shuffle people across an area with. Behelit had superhuman agility that let her scale buildings in seconds, and could retreat into a pocket dimension. Adamant had indestructible arms that could punch through solid steel without so much as a scratch. Compared to the near-blind telekinetic boy, his mother's friends looked like the stuff of legends. Their conversation spanned most of the day, but Nathan could remember Behelit pacing around rather anxiously for most of it, saying they needed to remember how long they were here. His mother seemed to share her concerns, and they had to go soon after. Marble gave Nathan a way to contact him, but specifically said not to tell his mother about it. He handed Nathan a folded up note with a phone number and a tiny green ball that glowed the same as him.

Shortly after Blackhawk left Nathan's home, the police showed up at his door asking rather intensely if he had seen a group of people that looked like his mother's friends. The police gave him a verbal description of four people rather than three, but before he could say anything, his mother told the cops that she saw them drive towards a nearby city, except they didn't drive anywhere. They vanished into thin air in front of Nathan half an hour before then. Nathan didn't fully understand what was happening at the time, but he had a suspicion that something was up, so he consulted the internet. Very slow and extensive google searches, read through an electronic braille pad, turned up very little about a group called Blackhawk, except for news reports saying they were in rather distant parts of the country at random times. One article said they were in San Fransisco when another said they were in Vancouver the next day. All that Nathan could gather was that something was odd about them. He tried to text Marble afterwards, but it took him days to read the phone number well enough that he could understand it.

■ 2001-2014 | Chance of a Lifetime

Two days after Nathan met Blackhawk, he woke up to the sound of yelling at roughly 3am. He flew down the stairs to see his mother in front of multiple dimly-glowing police officers pointing guns at her. One of them took a very callous shot at the young mutant who suddenly appeared out of nowhere, and missed slightly. That, however, was the point at which the floor seemed to erupt into the same pattern of light that Nathan's mother glowed with, and the floor became a wall. Nathan realized what knew deep down: His mother was also a mutant. She screamed for him to run, and the first thing he did was fly back up the stairs, scramble for his phone and desperately punch a message into his phone. Even after he managed to work out Marble's contact information, he only responded to Nathan every now and then, saying he rarely got service where he went. The message, a simple "We need help," went through, and less than five seconds passed before the Blackhawk trio was suddenly standing in his room. They all went downstairs to help his mother, and Adamant immediately started swinging at the police officers, completely unphased by their bullets. In the chaos, he heard Marble yell the word "Jotun," which his mother responded to. She told them to take him away from here, that Nathan "couldn't stay with her anymore."

Nathan was only 13 when this happened, but before he could even get a word in about what she meant or who Jotun was, his abstract vision was washed over with Marble's strange pattern, and he along with Marble, Behelit and Adamant were gone. In the blink of an eye, they were transported a hundred miles south towards the border of Canada leading into the state of Maine. The trio told Nathan everything. His mother used to be a part of Blackhawk under the name Jotun. She was a terrakinetic, and left them years ago on bittersweet terms when he was born. Blackhawk was wanted by the Canadian government, accusing them of treason and authorizing kill-on-sight orders on each of them. Blackhawk told Nathan that Jotun was more than capable of defending herself from those cops, but he couldn't stay with her anymore. Adamant told the kid that they all owed his mother a life-long favor for something she did for them in the past, and so he became one of them. Everything felt like a massive blur for the boy, effectively losing his only family member and being taken in by fugitive being the least of the things on his mind.

Nathan didn't have anywhere else to go, so he officially joined Blackhawk. From then on, he was known to the world as Cloudchaser.

■ 2014-2019 | High Above the Clouds

Blackhawk was a group hated by two separate governments, but loved by the people they helped. The group used teleportation to bounce from Canadian province to province, and American state to state in a matter of minutes. Some mutants in the world took to using their powers for evil, and Blackhawk made it their job to help people against such mutants as well as anyone who would do harm to the superpowered population. In the early days of mutants, hatred fueled the masses, and attacks on the small population were to be expected. Whenever Blackhawk heard of these assaults happening, they'd show up to stop it and protect the endangered. "Evil" mutants that posed a threat to everyone around them were met with four-to-one fights which Cloudchaser took part of. Adamant always hit the hardest, but Cloudchaser couldn't be touched. These fights typically resulted in people being saved and a certain "villain," as they called them, being beaten into the dirt for someone to contain. Propaganda spread about the infamous group, calling them terrorists who brutalized their own people, despite the government of both countries having little sympathy for mutants in the first place.

The next five years of Nathan's life were spent running alongside Blackhawk, who became his closest friends. He never heard from his mother again, and he only assumed the worst. Being 13 when he effectively went rogue in the eyes of two countries meant that he never finished, or even got used to high school, and being the only kid on the team made the difference more noticeable. It was just something he had to live with, since his educational potential was already compromised from birth due to his vison. Over the years, he learned how to use his powers to fly, and he quickly fell in love with soaring through the open sky, thousands of feet above the ground, faster than a train. Despite the chaotic circumstances of his childhood, and the fact that Blackhawk never stayed in one place for very long, Cloudchaser felt alive in every sense of the word. His trips into the states let him see a lot of the world that he wouldn't have any other way, and he had control of his life despite being visually impaired. Best of all, the boy was nothing short of a hero. The public opinion of Blackhawk was always in flux, but everywhere they went, Cloudchaser was met with respect by people who heard the stories. In a world that scarcely knew mutants truly existed as an entire population, Blackhawk was talked about with the same level of sincerity as the Avengers in America or Alpha Flight in Canada. They went out of their way to avoid the attention of either team, as that level of publicity could have been detrimental to them and their ability to lose attention quick with Marble's power.

■ 2020-2021 | End of an Era

Cloudchaser received a text message saying, "It's me, Jotun. I know it's been a while, but I'm okay. I miss you." What followed was a conversation between the two, and eventually she said she wanted to see him again after all the years. The rest of Blackhawk felt suspicious of it, so they used a password to confirm it was really her. Behelit took the phone and asked, "Where did we all meet?" The response was, "The west coast, in Behelit's slipspace." The response was legit, so they planned to meet at a specified location. Two days of blinking across the country with Marble's power, across the northern border and into British Columbia later, and Blackhawk was coming home to somewhat familiar territory. They found the address and waited for Jotun to show up. To Cloudchaser's eyesight, the area they were in, a park in the early morning, was glowing with the use of a mutant power, but it didn't look like the pattern of his mother. The ground glowed with a pattern resembling thorns bristling outwards, like blades of grass that shivered in the wind. The park was completely empty, and it was noon. Things didn't add up, and Behelit was planning to drag everyone into her pocket dimension if things went wrong.

That was when they heard the guns.

A flash of red against the white of Cloudchaser's vision was the first sign that something was very, very wrong. He saw what looked like his mother's glow, but it was red. He never saw a mutant in anything other than bright white, a set of other shapes, other people emerged from behind trees and out of the ground. The sea of white needles changed to the tone of red, and before they knew it, Blackhawk was held at gunpoint by an armed squad of 20 soldiers. Someone spoke up and addressed the group, ordering their immediate surrender pending the threat of death. Adamant tried to get an explanation out of Jotun, asking her what was happening, but something wasn't right with her. She didn't respond. Her silhouette against Cloudchaser's eyes looked... limp. Every time he looked at a mutant, they were outlined in a unique geometric pattern that represented their powers. It highlighted their movements, and to Cloudchaser, that was just how he saw the world. His mother stood hunched over, with her head slouched down like she wasn't even aware of her surroundings. Her shape normally looked like white triangles swirling outwards into infinity, but now? She was a collective of still, crimson triangles that shook in jarring ways. Finally, the boy tried to talk to her, but upon hearing his voice, the red flickered white, and she screamed louder than anything he had heard.

The ground erupted into an earthquake, and shots were fired. Blackhawk instinctually engaged the soldiers in an all out fight. Their powers and lifelong teamwork against 20 guns. At virtually random intervals only signaled by movements of Adamant's arms or Behelit's facial expression, Marble teleported them across the chaotic battlefield into just the right positions to take soldiers out. The red glow that marked Jotun's presence was lost in the chaos, but by the end of the fighting, only one person was left standing out of everyone involved in the incident. Cloudchaser himself.

Adamant, Marble, Behelit, and Jotun were shot and killed along with the soldiers, leaving Cloudchaser alone. A year has passed, and he is still haunted by the bloodshed. He was left alone with no one to help him along in the world. So, being wracked with grief after two weeks of hiding in the area, Cloudchaser flew up into the clouds, picked a direction, and simply drifted off to whatever was ahead of him. He found a place they stayed at regularly, and cleaned out every bit of money and food he could find, and then got back on the move. A year later, and the legend of Blackhawk faded into obscurity following the death of what they considered "every member." Nathan flew past public vigils mourning the loss of the heroes, but kept himself secret among the crowds with sunglasses and a beat-up hat. Along the way, he ran into two people calling themselves Cassandra and Karine. Against all odds, they knew exactly who he was and offered him a place at Instituto Nova. Nathan took it, but asked them not to tell others who he was. He would tackle that on his own time.

| S U P E R P O W E R S: |

■ Power 1: Power Vision

Cloudchaser sees the world in an abstract way. To his eyes, the world is made of color and power. Mutants and the traces of their powers stand out to his eyes, which means he only has to look at a person to tell if they’re a mutant. He can follow “trails” that are left behind when powers are used, but the ability to see most of anything else is all but lost on him. Nathan can see shapes but finer details are fuzzy to the point that, for all intents and purposes, Nathan is considered blind. Nathan perceives the world in hazy outlines, and is unable to reliably distinguish colors from one another without focusing intensely.

His eyes glow white, and emit fog when they're open. There is no way for him to turn this off, so he tends to stand out.

■ Power 2: Telekinesis

Nathan can exert an invisible force on the environment to envelop things to push or pull them. When he uses this power, it's possible to feel a push from a certain direction. Nathan's telekinesis can be physically observed in the form of feeling something pushing against your skin, and to anyone else, this is an invisible presence, but to him it's like solid light is being twisted in the air. Nathan can see the presence of his telekinesis in the form of white energy, which allows him to accurately see how it is being used. This power allows him to fly and set of a sort of forcefield to block something. Nathan can use the visibility of this power as a "flashlight" to help highlight his surroundings in case his eyesight is particularly bad in a given situation.

The problem with Nathan's telekinesis is that he doesn't use it in very fine ways, he'll often find himself using it to shove a door open forcefully rather than simply nudge it open, or rattle his environment a bit too harshly to see where something is. It can also be somewhat disruptive to others if he isn't careful.

| H A B I L I T I E S: |

■ Reading Braille
■ Mutant-to-Mutant Combat
■ Flying Like Superman
■ Speaks French
■ Cooking
■ Guitar Skills

| M I S C. N O T E S: |

■ Nathan is incapable of driving a car, for obvious reasons.

■ Nathan's theme song: open.spotify.com/track/7slyqv1VP7r829…

The Mutants

F I N G E R T R A P

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Carrie dreamt of fire. It had been the only thing on her mind in recent days, only tonight, the dreams lasted longer, and they felt warmer. It was like she was there again, scuttling through clouds of smoke to pull her mother from the burning house that claimed her life. She wasn’t reliving the events, no, she was dreaming of them; Dwelling on the memories of that evening and their finality. She hadn’t realized she was dreaming until she woke up from a particularly heavy night of sleep.

A message on her phone. It was jarring, but out of sheer habit, Carrie hauled herself out of the bed she was in, into a standing position at which point she realized she was less awake than usual, and not at home. Carrie flicked her eyes across the room she was in, and felt confused. It was an awfully fancy room, better than anything she had at- Oh.

Right.

Carrie grabbed her phone and looked at who texted her. No recipient. It was a video, she opened her phone and saw that it was her consenting to being taken here. It made sense now, her memory was starting to come back, and Carrie remembered that she met someone from here. What were their names? One sounded like hers, the other was a longer name… Kassidy? Karen? It would probably come to her at some point. Carrie slid the phone into a pocket and continued looking around, getting more used to her surroundings when something chirped at her.

She turned and saw a floating object that looked like it had a pug’s face. Big eyes, stubby nose, maybe not like a pug. It looked funny, though. ”The hell is-“ Carrie was stopped when the ugly little machine starting blurting out words. “Ms. Mullen” this, and “personal assistant” that. So it was a robot. Like an Alexa or something. Pretty cool, actually. Then it told her to get dressed and get moving. Well, okay then.

Carrie spent the next 30 minutes looking through what she had with her and taking a shower. It was pretty easy to “put on her face” as they said when she had four hands to work with. One hand to comb her hair back, two fidgeting with a shirt and the other holding her phone watching the full video of her consent. This room she had to herself was nice. Back home, if you turned the sink on then the shower would lose water pressure for a while, but that didn’t seem to happen here. Whoever stole Carrie away to- where were they again? Italy? Wherever they were, someone seemed to snatch up a lot of her belongings beforehand. She even had the jacket she used for blending in back home. Carrie recalled that there would be other mutants here, so she wondered if she would actually need it.

Then again, she didn’t actually know anyone here, and it felt weird being away from home, let alone in another country.

She put it on anyway, a large, old Carhartt jacket that would definitely look out of place in a place as fancy as this. Carrie slid her front arms through the sleeves and folded her back arms so they wrapped across her stomach. She then zipped it halfway up. To someone else, it would have seemed strange, but Carrie felt comfortable putting it on; From what little she knew about this place, there would be strangers around. While she didn’t mind strangers, she wanted to seem normal at first. Hopefully no one would say anything about that, right?

Right?

Carrie asked to funny-looking robot for directions and headed that way, towards where other people- other mutants would be.

C L O U D C H A S E R

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In times of waking up in a strange room with a lack of your own memories, there were usually one of two things that a person did.

In case number one, the first instinct was to simply lie there as you took in your surroundings, looking around and seeing where everything was as you tried to rouse your brain into remembering just what the hell transpired in the correct sequence that could possibly lead you to this exact situation. The other thing people usually did in this situation was the get up and panic, knowing that something had to be terrible wrong if they went to sleep and woke up in a place not even remotely familiar to them. Nathan Kay, being an individual possessed of immaculate individually, did both. When he opened his eyes, he was expecting to see swirls of colors that he had seen countless times before, and while Nathan did see swirls of colors, they weren't quite the swirls he was used to seeing. The vague shapes that the colors curved around were not the curves he recognized in his mind. This was not a place of familiarity any more than the feeling of absolute fatigue was familiar.

Nathan didn't stand up or roll out of bed upon realizing this. No, his first inclination was to stare forward and assess the situation: He felt like shit, like he was drugged. What was he doing before this? He was in a public setting... Something with a lot of people in a crowd... Where? Nathan couldn't remember. Could it be that someone had found him? Was this some kind of imprisonment for his actions in the past? Had Blackhawk not been-

Blackhawk. Cloudchaser. Candles, sadness, Jotun. Something stirred in Nathan's head. He could swear he remembered something. He met somebody, and that was related to him coming here. Rather than stand up, he floated up. Directly up out of the bed and into a cross-legged position a few feet above the bed he was in. The room proceeded to shake slightly as he stretched his powers outwards to better understand the room. A door, windows, a bed, and... Something mutant-related. When Nathan turned, he could see something floating by his bed, it glowed like a person but it was shaped more like a trash can. Patterns danced across it like an ocean of white hypercubes shrinking and growing infinitely. Mutants. Mutants Mu- Nathan had seen that pattern once already, someone else had it. Who was she? Karen?

"Do not be alarmed, Mr. Kay. I am your personal assistant while you are attending Istituto Nova per Giovani Eccezionali. If you are struggling, I am a robot. Not a mutant." That lifted some of the fog out of Nathan's mind, he came here willingly. He was told this was a safe place for mutants.

"Okay... I remember this. Yeah- Yeah, I get it now. Okay, robot. Now what."

"There will be an event taking place soon, which you will be required to attend. You have time. If you would like, I can accompany you until you're adjusted to the surroundings."

"Nah, I got it. Just tell me where to go."

The robot gave Nathan the directions after he grabbed a shower, at which point he found the door and floated his way through the halls. He could see faint traces where another mutant had flown through the walls, which would hopefully be there when he came back so he could find his way room easily. He passed by other mutants, and it was very clear that he himself was one with the way his feet didn't touch the ground and the way his eyes fumed with white smoke. He was starting to remember things more now, and had a feeling that this would be a good things. Nathan had been drifting aimlessly for a while before he came here, and honestly, he wasn't sure he was even going to eat that day. As long as those people he met beforehand agreed not to spill secrets ahead of his own decision, this would be easy. He felt confident.

Eventually he found a room with some other mutants... One glowed with a pattern that didn't stay the same, and another looked like the was made of Lichtenburg scars twisting around each other in the shape of limbs It was almost blinding to see this many mutants in the same room at once after so long. There was a third who looked as if she was a mix of both other mutants. Everything else was a murky blur to Nathan. Not that this was unusual.

"Yo." Was all he said, as he took a spot by some chairs, floating above the ground in a cross-legged position. Others in the room might have noticed a faint trace of something moving through the room, like a weak brush of the wind or something prickling against their skin.

The Witches Of Shipden Peak

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Regarding the subject of Abjuration magic, Stormy believed there were two types of problems. There were the kind of problems that could be solved with Abjuration. Those were problems such as a witch deciding to commit a crime and transmute a nearby innocent individual into an obituary. In those cases, having the ability to metaphorically say "no" to fireballs, familiars and necromantic energy bent on depriving you of your will to live was life-saving. There were also the kind of problems that Abjuration could not solve; Fizzling out fireballs or banishing a creature back to where it came from were nice, but they rarely did much against physical harm outside of healing. In Stormy's case, he had tricks up his sleeve for both sides of the coin, but that required more than one thing to go right in the current situation, neither of which were on the table for getting to safety and away from the Black Shuck.

His chromatic barriers were more oriented to less physical attacks, but for now, they served as insulation between the evil hound and their throats. The other person, Phalko, suggested avoiding eye contact. That would explain the stare it had. "Manon's right, Lina needs to know this thing is here. If we can get out of here with cloaking, it's worth trying. I can leave the barriers long enough for us to get away from it- I don't have to actively maintain them, but they'll dissolve on their own eventually if I don't. Ten minutes max if I don't pay attention to them." Without his chains, he couldn't use magic at his best. Of all the times to not carry magic anchor chains on your arms, it had to be when they took a detour during a holiday.

"Zhalia? You seem pretty calm about this. Do you know something about that creature we don't?" He asked, trying to avoid looking directly at the hound, since eye contact seemed to be part of its method. He wasn't so much of a fighter as he was a defender. Stormy could keep it at bay for a while, but that was the only thing he could reliably do in this situation. If the cage failed, he was out of options.

The Justice Society

I prob could too, I dunno how many people I know that are looking for another rp tho

I will ask

The Justice Society

hmm

anybody know someone who would join this and hasn't yet

Titans Academy

_{Location: Midway City, - Michigan}

Episode #1: The War Room

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_{Interaction(s): Way too fucking many. And also Shuriken @Birdboy}

Post #3.01: Warmup

It turned out, that a speedster was entirely capable of slapping something onto a kinetic warhead's wrist and not risk being scattered the city. It also turned out, however, that Boom Tubes didn't slow Shattercrash down, so she still had a nasty bruise after the incident at the lab. She stood in the War Room along with all the other present Titans, dressed up in a vibrant, violet suit fitted with a spiky shoulder pad just to add aesthetic insult to injury. She was still wearing her usual mask, because it was sentimental. It was also useful for when reporters tried to take pictures of her, but that was secondary. While the others wrapped things up with Polaris, she and Accelerate got to play with the tech that made their suits, and naturally Evie went for something like her old getup.

Another thing this group desperately needs to work on is collateral damage. Isn’t that right little miss One Punch Girl?

"You try surviving a fall like that without some kind of cushion. That kind kinetic energy's the only reason I didn't snap my neck with Polaris shot me through the ceiling. Can't blame me for self-preservation, Crew Cut." That was her new nickname for Arsenal, Crew Cut. And it was going to be his nickname until he had more than 3 inches of hair on his dome. He had a point, though. They could have avoided a lot of the chaos at the lab with a bit more caution or planning. Admittedly, Shattercrash could've tried a ranged attack to avoid getting turned into a ballistic missile, but there's rarely time to think when a threat is that close to you. She was used to going all out against opponents without collateral damage being a consideration, so that was a new thing for her.

When Shuriken stepped up to the digitizer, she came out with a pretty sweet suit herself. A hood that covered her face, and a violet-black suit of armor. As the other person on the team who wore violet, Shattercrash thought it suited her. She didn't know Chie very well, they hadn't interacted at all since Evie showed up. If her suit was anything to go off of, she assumed the girl was some kind of ninja or martial artist. Arsenal then asked if anyone wanted to do an "Exercise" with her. Shattercrash took that to mean a sparring match. She really liked the idea of banging knuckles with another member of this goon brigade who hopefully wouldn't instantly toss her into orbit. "Already got mine, but I'll head in there with her. What's it gonna be? Sparring match? Robot army? Or are we just gonna have a rerun of the Lab where we do some constructive "how do we do better" nonsense?" She asked, observing the armor that Chie was wearing. It looked light, so she had to be pretty mobile.

"Name's Shattercrash. Evie. You're Shuriken, right?"

The Justice Society

I think we still needed somebody, right?

The Mutants

Shazam, NPC sheet

My Hider

_{If I wanted to, I could jump over the whole school and land with my feet up and my heads behind my head. Or... Just not come down. That's cooler.}

Nathan Kay a.k.a. Cloudchaser
Superpowers:

• Power-vision
• Telekinesis

Trivia and Rumors:

• Nathan is 19 years old.
• Nathan is pansexual.
• Because of his powers, Nathan has trouble seeing anything other than someone's powers. He can make out shapes, but everything looks somewhat abstract to him.
• He can also loosely fly with his telekinesis.
• His powers first appeared at the eight years old.
• Nathan is capable of reading words on paper with a lot of difficulty, but he also knows braille to make up for it.
• His favorite band is Imagine Dragons... Mostly their old stuff.

🗡 Roses and Daggers 🎕

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Time: 11am
Location: Sorian Festival
Interactions: Anyone who wants to

The investigatory detour with the Captain proved fruitless, so General Carris took her leave to enjoy the rest of the day. She left the warehouses for the time being, with the knowledge that once Captain Durmand found something, she would need to hear about it herself. There were things in this land that needed to stay dead and buried, and things that needed to be brought to light among the eyes of a kingdom. Lyra Carris knew this. Who could know it better than here? She walked her way back to the street where the two first met and continued from there. It was no shock to Lyra that there were onlookers; Ordinary citizens that couldn't help but stare in curiosity at the formally dressed woman in a red and white uniform. The sword that rested against her side was a dead giveaway that she was somebody who mattered. In this city, rumors spread like flames. She knew that much would not have changed at least.

When the church bells rang for the eleventh time, that was the reminder that Lyra had planned to attend the Sorian Festival. So, that was exactly what she did. The park was covered end-to-end in booths, crowds and children hyped up on sugar. All of these things pointed to a substantial amount of enjoyment to be had, and even a foreign Major General deserved time off every now and then, right? Lyra passed through the crowds, her eyes flicking from one spot to another as if by muscle memory, seeing what was happening around her to maintain situational awareness even during a festival. Lyra passed by the ring toss game which a small child was currently failing badly at. He was aiming for the furthest bottle to get the biggest prize, but the rings didn't fly straight.

"Here, child. Let me." she told him as she paid for some rings, stepping up to throw them. With near-effortless flicks of her sword arm, she landed three rings on the same target, and won the largest prize in the entire game for the child who looked happier than anything she had ever seen. The child's mother thanked the General, and Lyra continued on having made someone's day. It was at that point she found her way to a stall selling a variety of popcorn. Lyra paid for toffee and salt, and supplied the woman with a rather bubbly compliment about her hair to get a little extra sprinkled on top. She then made her way to a bench and enjoyed her snack, throwing one knee-high booted leg over the other. A Major General had things to do, but she'd be damned if she didn't enjoy herself in the process.