Camille Endora

Silvermoon Pier Alliance: SPA.

Ophelia listened to Morthos speak and her brows furrowed slightly at the mention of him being friends with Jax until otherwise told. She knew that Morthos could get Jax to come around though. "Well, you could always try being more up front with her. She likes a guy who's confident. Get up close to her, take charge. It's probably why she kissed you back to be perfectly honest." Ophelia smiled a little and shifted her body so that she sat with one leg folded beneath the other. She listened then for a short while, while Morthos spoke briefly of his family before asking her about her own.

"Well. Jax and I are twins. We were born human and luckily Jax took to being a magic user. Our father, Edgar began to train her at a young age, but my mother Mina was always strict with me because I never took to anything, and I was human. And she hated that about me. She made plans to change me as soon as I was matured enough, which happened to be 16. But up until then, she was harsh and kind of forced me to do things exactly as she wanted me to. I loved the arts, but she wanted me to be strong, a fighter like she was. I became timid and reserved instead. I'm sure she just wanted the best for me, but she went about it the wrong ways. Constantly lecturing, trying to teach me to be lie her when I didn't want to be. I try not to lecture Jax, or anyone if I can help it." She pursed her lips for a moment and then smiled gently.

"We grew up in the slums of a small village. We didn't have a lot, and still don't. There's not much to know I guess on this end either. Sorry to disappoint."

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Ophelia had definitely heard him admit to them kissing, and both of her eyebrows raised just slightly. Enough to show that she was a bit surprised. She smiled again, wondering if Jax would tell her or not, and considered not saying anything until she did. "Just be good to her. She really is sweet, beneath that hard exterior. God I sound like my mother some days..." Ophelia shuddered and shook her head, her hair whisping around her pale face.

It really seemed to be taking longer than normal for Jax, and she hoped she was alright. She sent her a quick text "Hey, hope you found the ice cream alright. Be safe." She looked at Morthos again and was curious about his background. She was sure Jax knew much more about him by now than Ophelia did, so she began to ask questions.

"So, where's your family from? Tell me more about yourself."

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Ophelia waited quietly for the ding of the oven, and took the pie out, placing it on top of the stove to cool slightly. She'd wait to serve it until Jax came back anyway. After washing her hands, she went to sit next to Morthos and looked him over again gently. "I know we haven't gotten to talk much. You do look really nice. Not to say you didn't before. Jax does have an eye for men's fashion. Her own fashion is a different story though." She smiled slightly, looking to Hargul for a minute before nodding her head to tell him to bugger off so she could talk to Morthos without Hargul around, watching him disappear into Jax's bedroom.

"Jax likes you. Did something happen while you guys were out today? I won't be upset, but she's never acted like this before. It's so obvious but she's so stubborn on meeting her goals that she just shuts down the very thought of any type of romance. Although I guess I'm not the best example either..." Ophelia raised an eyebrow for a moment, her eyes mostly grey at this point again before frowning. "I like you. I think you'd be good for her," she grinned at Morthos this time, tilting her head slightly to the side, waiting to hear his response.

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Ophelia turned her gaze to the door as she heard the handle turning. The door opened and Jax came through followed by Morthos, who looked completely different. Her eyes widened and she stood up, moving quickly towards them. She approached Morthos and reached up, brushing her fingers through his hair, which was now cut short. She looked at his jacket and jeans and grinned a fangy smile at him. "You look hot!" Her attention turned to Jax and she chewed her lip a moment.

"I made you some ramen. It's still hot," she said softly, looking at Jax gently. Ophelia brushed a piece of hair from her face and then leaned against the counter slightly.

Jax felt like shit immediately. She put Morthos’ stuff beside the door and came up and gave her a hug, "I’m sorry for what I said last night! You’re not stupid! I was drunk and on pain meds. You know I didn’t mean it!” She pulled back smiling, "I watched your fight today! You destroyed him!”

She took a step back, "Why would you even consider fighting though! You never seemed interested in taking on someone like that before!”

Ophelia was suddenly being hugged by Jax, and she wrapped her arms around her sister tightly, listening to her apologize. “I forgive you. I know you don’t really trust Roxas, and I understand why you don’t. I’m sorry too,” Ophelia spoke lightly, having missed her sister, even though it was only for a day.

“I want to be in the same rank as you so I can make sure you’re safe. I want to be able to do missions and things with you. I know I’m not typically the fighter in this situation, but Suriel seemed like a fun person to take on, and people underestimate me,” she smirked a little at the irony of Suriel being the angel of love, something that Ophelia had been searching for, for a long time. “I don’t want to be without you.” She smiled softly and looked at Jax’s eyes.

Jax felt her heart warm a bit, "I know you can’t help who you like. I shouldn’t have been so harsh. I can’t change how I feel about him though. As for going up in rank. Selfishly, it will be nice to have you on missions. I would be worrying too much when I’m gone. I don’t want to be without you either.” She leaned over and mussed up Ophelia’s hair a bit knowing that it was something she always used to do when they were little. Jax had always been the taller one, even when she was a fat little tub. She blew out a breath, "I promise. I’ll give Roxas a chance..but I’m not sure I can help you with Mom when she find out you bonded.”

She gave her another hug whispering in her hair, "You didn’t sleep with him did you?”

“Mom doesn’t get to have a say in what I do anymore, Jax. Yes, she’s mom, but we are adults. I’m allowed to make my own choices.” Ophelia said, almost sternly, though not directed at Jax. Their mother had always prohibited things that Ophelia did. But not anymore. Jax then leaned forward and whispered against Ophelia’s ear. Ophelia smiled softly, turning to kiss Jax on the cheek before answering, “No, don’t worry.” She turned and pointed to the bowl still on the table, getting cold. “Eat before it’s completely cold. And there’s something else I need to talk to you about, later though.” She said, hoping that she could talk to Jax alone at some point about her out of body experience, and some other things related to Jax’s last question.

Jax blushed slightly as she was kissed on the cheek, relieved that Ophelia hadn’t slept with Roxas yet. She knew it wasn’t her business but she knew that would only strengthen her bond with the dude and she wasn’t quite sure of him yet. Jax licked her lips as she moved to the ramen, "Thanks girl for the Ramen! It smells amazing! I hope it’s okay if I brought Morthos home for dinner. We went...shopping.”

She paused looking over at Morthos’ new look and blushed, thinking of their kiss as she sat down and dug in, “And a haircut. Morthos was hit on by a sexy elf named Edwin!” She bit her lip hoping Ophelia wouldn’t notice that she was a bit off kilter.

“Yes that’s fine, he’s always welcome. I did notice his new duds. You helped him pick? What else did you guys do today?” Ophelia asked watching as Jax blushed a second time once she looked to Morthos. Ophelia’s brow furrowed very slightly, and she watched Jax’s face even closer. She wondered if something had happened between them, but figured she would leave that up to Jax to tell her.

Jax slurped up a noodle, "Yes I helped him pick! It was mostly Edwin choosing..but I know how to dress guys.” She laughed knowing that Ophelia would be surprised because in a female clothing store Jax was a mess. She either chose clothes that were either too tight because they were easier to fight in, colours that didn’t suit her, or as Ophelia put it,”clothes a trog goblin would be caught dead and buried in.” She laughed at her visual representation and then gave a squeal, "OH AND HE BOUGHT ME A VARGOTL SCYTHE! HARDON IS GOING TO MAKE ME ONE!!! I’M SO EXCITED!!!! I STILL CAN’T BELIEVE THAT I WILL HAVE THAT SCYTHE IN MY HANDS. IT’S GOING TO HAPPEN. BEST FRIEND EVER!!!!”

She gave Morthos a wide smile, wanting to hug him again for being so bloody awesome.

Ophelia’s eyes widened at both the clothing comment, and the fact that Jax was shouting about a new Vargotl scythe. She knew those were bloody expensive, and her gaze shifted over to Morthos for a moment. She felt uneasy and looked at Jax again, lowering her voice, “You shouldn’t of accepted that. Do you know how expensive those are? What did you do that made him offer?” She didn’t mean the question in a bad way, but she also knew that it seemed random to have someone offer to pay for such an expensive item out of nowhere. The situation with her dress and Roxas was different, because he owed her one. “What are you doing with him? Do you even like him?” she whispered.

Jax’s excitement slowed way the hell down, "Oh I just ya know, sucked his dick and he was all, Bitch is getting a new scythe.” She looked at Morthos for a few minutes sticking out her tongue, "We are just friends Ophelia. He paid for the clothes because he needed them and they are for him, and the scythe is a birthday present. Also I didn’t just accept it right off the bat. We...we came to an agreement.” She blushed even brighter red this time and then looked back at her noodles, "It was a one time thing and we settled it between ourselves, plus I will pay him back at some point.” She gave him an honest smile, "I will pay you back...eventually.”

Ophelia’s voice lowered even more so Morthos couldn’t hear her, and she spoke in barely a whisper, “I see the way you two look at each other. You’ll tell me about this ‘agreement’ later. Because no matter what you say to me, it’s obvious as hell Jax.” She smiled then and got up, grabbing Hargul’s empty dish and placing it in the sink, her white dress flowing around her hips slightly.

Jax turned completely serious, keeping her voice low, "There is nothing to talk about Ophelia. You know how I feel about dating, and I am 100 percent committed to my craft. So don’t go thinking that you can see a fairy tale where there isn’t one.” She smiled feeling bad about leaving Morthos out of the conversation, "So...how you liking the Ramen?”

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Ophelia watched and listened as Roxas spoke, "I should go soon though. Even though we have a bit of a peace treaty right now, I still have no interest in dealing with Jax and Morthos. If you want to come by though you know where I live. My door's always open for you." She knew Jax was only being nice for Ophelia, and that she didn't trust Roxas what so ever, which was fine. "Even though you don't want to deal with either of them, you need to start trying to get along, if you are going to be with me. I won't accept you not trying, at least with Jax. She's my best friend and my sister. She's my family," Ophelia said softly, looking at Roxas's eyes through his glasses. He was really quite attractive, and she smiled very faintly, as much as her jaw would allow. "Be safe on your way home," she instructed, knowing though that he would be fine, and she watched him leave gently.

She didn't know when Jax would be home, but she desperately wanted to take a shower. She had dirt and blood still on her skin. She would need to do laundry soon as well, frowning suddenly at the thought of her outfit, which was sliced into shreds at this point. She looked over at it on the ground and raised an eyebrow, then sighed inwardly. She got up, her hair a mess and made her way to the bathroom, which was actually fairly decent considering how shitty their apartment really was. It had a certain charm to it though she thought, but figured it was the people who lived there that made it feel the way it did, not the actual place itself.

She turned the shower on and let the water steam up the bathroom for a moment before slowly taking her pjs off and folding them on the counter, placing a towel out for after as well. She stepped under the stream of water and let it warm her always cold skin, closing her eyes and washing her hair after a few minutes. It hurt her stomach muscles to lift her arms, but the pain was tolerable. She would be fine in another day for sure, though the pin in her jaw was starting to annoy her, and she'd take it out shortly. Her mind shifted to Roxas, and she wondered how he lived alone in his cabin without feeling lonely. She furrowed her brow, figuring he probably was, especially after the death of his friend. She frowned then, and wondered about her for a few moments before letting the thought leave her mind. Finally she thought about the darkness she saw before she became conscious again, and she felt panicked slightly. She wondered if she should mention it to Jax, but then figured that would probably be a bad idea, since they hadn't made up yet.

Ophelia stepped out of the shower once she was clean and wrapped a towel around her. She looked up from the counter then and noticed something written on the mirror in the steam. Ophelia didn't recognize the language, and she quickly wiped it away, her eyes wide. She went into her bedroom quickly and looked at the mirror above her dresser instead, first towel drying and then putting her hair up in a half bun. She dried herself off and then put on a fresh outfit, a white dress with spaghetti straps and black leggings, keeping her feet bare like always. She leaned close to the mirror again and saw the pin in her jaw below her ear. She reached up and curled the tips of her index finger and thumb carefully against the metal and pulled it quickly out. Blood dripped for a few moments and then the wound healed. She used the towel to clean the blood and then threw all of the dirty laundry into the wash. She was beginning to feel nervous for when Jax would arrive, and decided to make her home made ramen for dinner. Once she was finished cooking, she made a small bowl for Hargul and called him to let him eat, then she sat against the couch and waited.

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Ophelia listens to Roxas talk to her gently, taking the bowl carefully from his hands. She brings it up to her lips and drinks slowly, allowing her energy to be restored while she watched him. Once she was finished she sat up a little more and then looked at him softly, "I think I should probably stay here so I can talk to Jax," she said, her voice light and soft. She placed the keys on her bedside table, closing her eyes for a moment. She felt exhausted, it was weird. She wondered if she should tell Roxas about her experience while she was unconscious.

"Was my fight okay?" she asked instead, curious how it looked to others.

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"I feel pretty bad, thank you for asking." she mumbled and meant this seriously, and she brushed her hands against her stomach beneath her top to feel the long diagonal scar. It was thin and she knew it was healed already. Her jaw hurt like hell, but the bones were mostly in tact again now, though she could feel the pin they had placed to keep it mostly still. Another day she figured and it could be taken out again. She sat up slightly and leaned back against the pillows, realizing her teddy was beside her and she grabbed it gently. She gazed at the pjs that Roxas had chosen to put her in. They were comfy and light, and she looked at him with soft eyes, feeling a little shy that he had dressed her.

But her attention shifted and she asked him a question, sounding worried, "Where's Jax? You probably shouldn't be here. If she comes back to see you she's gonna lose her mind. How did you even get in here?" She was confused and her head began to hurt a little as she spoke, so she fell quiet. She was weak and felt tired, her eyes dull again and she simply slouched slightly, holding the stuffed animal to her stomach.

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Ophelia opened her eyes and looked around slowly. She felt no pain and everything seemed to have a kind of haze around the edges. She could hear someone talking, and then she sat up, noticing Roxas sitting beside the bed. She looked at him and spoke gently, noticing she had been changed into pjs. She chewed her lip slightly, reaching a hand out to his but she couldn't seem to get his attention. "Roxas? Is everything okay?" she whispered, then frowned when he didn't seem to hear her. She shifted her legs from the bed, and stood. Except she wasn't standing at all, she was hovering over the ground and she turned herself around to face the bed, and she could see herself laying there, unconscious. She stumbled back slightly and gasped. She moved back toward the bed and three immediate things ran through her mind.

1. She hadn't been able to sleep since the day she was turned.
2. She was having an out of body experience.
3. No one besides her parents and Jax had seen her naked before. But now Roxas had.

She brought her hands to her head and began to panic. This had never happened before and so for once Ophelia didn't know what to do. She leaned forward to try and somehow shake herself awake, hoping that it would force her soul back into her body. Nothing happened and her brows furrowed. Maybe if she talked to herself. "Ophelia? You need to wake up!" She said, firmly and staring at herself. This was giving her some weird vibes, and she turned to look at Roxas again. This time though she noticed a darkness hovering around him. It didn't have a shape or face, it was just kind of hazy like black smoke. She felt scared for a moment, noticing a dark haze in her peripheral vision, but it wasn't quite apparent so she shook the thought away. She didn't know nearly anything about ghosts and souls and demons compared to Jax, that was for damn sure. She just knew she needed to get back into her body right away.

Ophelia then closed her eyes, feeling like she could hear slight whispers. She moved to Roxas again who was holding her physical bodies hand, and she kissed his forehead, brushing her fingers against his cheek after before focusing on the bond she had with him. She closed her eyes, keeping her forehead resting to his now, and then everything went black and silent again for a few moments. When she opened her eyes again, she was in her physical body and she could feel every ounce of pain in her jaw and stomach, and she used the last bit of her energy to squeeze Roxas's hand.

"I love you, Roxas."

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Suriel looked at Ophelia with a gentle smile, his eyes just as intense as hers were. The daggers were useful to have, but she wasn't nearly as skilled with them as she was with her whip. She felt her confidence renewed when Jax nodded at her, and she let her whip uncurl from her arm, the handle moving into her hand, the daggers sheathed again at her thighs. She looked at Suriel from under her lashes, one of her eyebrows arching up slightly. Her right arm outstretched quickly, the whip snapping around Suriel's ankle and she tugged back hard, her elbow grazing the cement wall behind her. The wound along her side stung, but it was beginning to heal already and she was grateful for that. As she pulled back, Suriel shifted his weight and began to fall backward. He hit the ground hard on his back, his wings curled up under him slightly.

As soon as Suriel was on the ground, Ophelia shifted in a blur of movement, appearing standing against his chest with one dagger in her hand, coming down at him towards his throat. He brought one arm up to block the blow, and the dagger sliced through his skin again. This time though with his other hand, he grabbed Ophelia by the throat and tossed her back over him. She growled low in her throat as she skidded along the ground against her back. She managed to stop herself before hitting the other wall, and stood up turning to face Suriel again. By the time she stood, he was facing her and on his feet again as well. He moved towards her quickly, his sword coming down at her, the fire blazing along the blade still. Without a moments hesitation, Ophelia snapped her whip out and it wrapped around the tip of his sword. At the same time she pulled back on her whip, she threw one of the daggers and it landed into the side of Suriel's neck. His voice rang out angrily, and Ophelia smiled. The tip of his blade snapped at the force of being tugged on, and forced Suriel towards Ophelia even closer still.

Though when the distance between them became less, Suriel's sword grazed Ophelia's hair, snapping the hair tie and her hair fell free and flowed down her back and shoulders. She narrowed her eyes and suddenly her jaw was caught in his massive hand. She closed her eyes just as a loud crunch could be heard, the sound echoing through the arena. The pain shot through her body and her pupils dilated, anger searing through her again a second time, though more intense. Her vision became blurred and spotty, and she realized after a few moments that she wasn't touching the ground anymore and instead was being held up in the air while Suriel used his wings to fly. She began to panic, knowing if she didn't do something right away she would lose. Finally after a few moments she brought her knees to her chest despite all the pain, and kicked outward, forcing Suriel's arm to move upward over his head, though he still had a grip on her now broken jaw. She reached for the other dagger, stabbing it into his hand once she was above his head and he let go of her.

She left the daggers in him and as she fell, her back pressed to his and his wings spread out fully, and for a brief moment to everyone watching, it looked as though those wings belong to Ophelia. Her hair flew upward and then back down around her body as she landed with a quiet thud. As soon as her feet hit the ground, she took of running away from Suriel, though didn't stop as far away as she could have. Instead she turned around and with one final snap of her wrist, her whip wrapped around his left wing and she tugged back hard, hearing the joint of his wing pop out of place, and then she could smell blood where his flesh began to tear off his shoulder. She continued to pull back with such force that Suriel let out a feral cry of pain, and the ref blew the whistle just as Suriel fell unconscious and to the ground once again.

Ophelia stood there watching Suriel fall and her eyes widened, the pain almost forgotten for a moment. Suddenly she heard her name being called, and it appeared on the board above the arena, and she fell to her knees, blood and dirt staining her entire body. The medics came to her quickly and brought her to lay down, shifting her broken jaw into place so the healing process could take place, since she healed faster than the average human or mythic. Her eyes closed and they gave her something to kill her pain slightly, but she drifted off into a deep sleep, something she hadn't done since she was human.

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"If you have nothing else to do today, you can come with me and watch, if you like," she says softly, looking over her shoulder up at Roxas. She looked at the paper again where her name was written and then squared her shoulders slightly before beginning to make her way to the weaponry. She had forgotten her bow and quiver at home, and didn't have time to run back and grab it. She also hadn't showered or changed out of her clothes from the night before, but she figured that it was fine since she'd be fighting anyway. She chose Suriel for a specific reason, though slightly ironic, and she smiled at the thought. She felt nervous but also kind of excited as she pushed the doors open to the weaponry. It was still early, and there were no other SPA members inside the room, only one of the guild masters. She looked up at Ophelia with an arched brow, and Ophelia approached her. "I'd like to borrow a couple silver daggers, if you have them," she said softly, smiling. The woman simply nodded and went to find them for Ophelia, handing them over to her. "Just sign them out and return them when you're finished. And good luck," she said, knowingly. Ophelia nodded and signed the daggers out, taking two sheaths which would strap to either thigh as well. "Thank you."

Once the daggers were sheathed and in place, Ophelia began to make her way to the arena, Roxas following her. Were she alive, her heart would be pounding out of her chest by now, but all she could do was tremble slightly. She was scared by this point. She was not a fighter in the least, especially compared to Jax. Ophelia knew how to fight, but she focused her skills on specific things rather than just training all the time in a general way. She reached into the pocket of her cloak, the bag of Solars from Roxas still there, and reached to find a hair tie. She gathered her hair up into a high bun and then took her cloak off, handing it over to Roxas. He wouldn't be allowed in the arena, but he could watch her from the stands. She leaned towards him and kissed him very lightly on the lips, smiling a little to try and hide the fear in her eyes. Ophelia knew she was too timid to probably win, but she would try her best. She wanted to be able to protect Jax, and that was one of the only reasons she was trying to up her rank. If she won, they could go on missions together, and she would be able to keep an eye on her sister and others in the same rank as her. She knew sometimes that her motherly instincts could get her killed, but she didn't care.

As she entered the arena, she could hear her name being called over the loud speaker and her eyes hit the ground. She wasn't well known here, always keeping to herself. She knew if she won though, that would change. Finally as Suriel entered the arena and called his name "Suriel, angel of love", her eyes moved from the ground to his face and her mind instantly began to think about his possible weaknesses. He was handsome as anything, and his wings were white as snow behind him, folded slightly. He stood much, much taller than her at over 7 feet and she hoped that would give her an advantage. He held a sword in his hand, the blade pointing down. Ophelia then began to walk toward him, and curtsied when she approached. "Good luck," she said, smiling softly. She meant it. They both were here to win, but only one would succeed. Suriel nodded and his eyes lit up, looking down at her. Ophelia took two steps back away from him, and he lifted his sword toward her, a gentle light glowing from the blade. The ref blew the whistle and suddenly Ophelia's eyes changed from grey blue to full on silver.

Suriel's wings spread behind him, and he moved quickly towards Ophelia, his sword just barely passing her jaw as she shifted with ease to the side and back. She reached down with one swift movement and grabbed the daggers, bringing her right arm up under the hand that held Suriel's sword, the dagger grazing his wrist and arm with ease through his skin. He pulled his arm back slightly and Ophelia then turned toward her left, her right leg coming up to kick his arm back and away from her. Red blood dripped from his wrist gently onto the ground for a few moments before Ophelia saw his wrist heal quickly. She knew it would be hard to keep him injured, but she would try.

Suriel then brought the arm she had kicked, back towards her with full strength, and she crouched slightly, placing her daggers into an X shape to block it. Normally this would never work, but she was stronger than the average person. Her slim arms held the weight of the sword for a few moments, and from her crouch she propelled herself from the ground, up and over his sword. Suriel moved back slightly in surprise, and Ophelia came down in front of him, her daggers digging into the bare spot of his armor where his chest was exposed. She blades tore through his skin easily as gravity helped her force them down, and she landed on her feet with ease right in front of him. She looked up for a split second and realized how tall he really was, towering over her by nearly three extra feet. Instead of allowing her feet to become still when she landed though, she tilted her body toward the ground and slid beneath his legs to come up behind him, his wings raising upward again. Suriel knew this was going to be difficult. He shook his arm out and his blade exploded with fire around it while he turned again to face her.

Ophelia was distracted slightly by his blade being engulfed by the holy flames, and she instantly would regret it. Suriel brought the blade down toward her and it sliced through the clothing at her waist and into her skin from the top of the left side of her ribs to her navel. Ophelia gasped and slouched over slightly, only to be met by Suriel's foot against her rib cage, throwing her back against the arena wall. The cement of the wall cracked at the force and her body bled for a while. The cut was long and deep and it would take a bit to heal. There goes another fucking outfit, she thought to herself. She could feel anger bubbling up into her throat, and she stood up against the wall, her eyes intense. She looked up at the stands to see Jax sitting there. Her eyes widened, and Jax nodded to her, and Ophelia smiled softly.