Camille Endora

Silvermoon Pier Alliance: SPA.

Ophelia listened and watched as Morthos' uncle came to greet them. She knew he was called Fear by what Morthos had said, and the guards relaxed their stances as they were commanded to do so. The scene behind them was still eerie, and Ophelia hardly wanted to glance around before heading inside, though willed herself to do so for a moment, just to be sure. She took in the surrounding area quickly in once glance, and then began walking forward through the gates behind Morthos and Fear. She decided since Morthos obviously already knew Fear, that she would introduce Jax and Roxas.

She cleared her throat slightly, her voice soft and respectful, "Good evening, Sir. My name is Ophelia Kariana, and this is my twin sister Jax. And my partner Roxas. It's a pleasure to meet you and be here. I hope we can be of some help. I understand there has been some trouble?" Ophelia asked curiously. Her eyes rested on the back of Fear's head, not wanting to push past Morthos. She was trying her best to focus on the task at hand and to learn as much info as she could, but her thoughts were interrupted slightly by the burning in her throat. She sighed under her breath slightly. It was getting shorter and shorter between the times she was having to feed. It was strange and beginning to frustrate her.

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Juniper stared blankly ahead at a wall as Taylor, the med robot, pushed her shoulder back into place. It hurt a hell of a lot, but she tried to keep her mind elsewhere. Once her shoulder was fixed, she was administered some low dose pain killers, and she laid herself down on one of the two beds. Within moments she was asleep and curled up on her side. She didn't stir at all as Taylor pulled a blanket up over her. This was the first time besides sleeping the night prior, she had been completely alone. Her sleep would soon be interrupted though, as Mac and Emmett walked into the bay. She didn't wake up immediately, though subconsciously heard them arrive.

A short while later she was fully awake, though kept her eyes closed. She felt vulnerable laying down and was unsure who else might be in the room. There was no speaking between Mac and Emmett, and Juniper controlled her breathing steadily. A few minutes went by and she heard more foot steps, and Ursa's voice.

"Like I said, we were on Theonia Z17 for supplies, didn't find anyone alive, and left." She heard Ursa pause for a moment, then continue speaking, this time to Mac with a lowered voice. "He's a cop. But we've come to a mutual understanding, so let him be... But watch him, just in case."

Juniper's attention was immediately caught by the name of her home planet. She felt angry remembering what had happened, and wanted to sit up and speak her thoughts to Ursa. But she knew it would be a bad idea, considering Ursa had obviously been talking to someone she hadn't met yet. And she did say he was a cop. Juniper continued laying where she was and simply listened for a while, letting her anger subside slowly. Ursa spoke again, this time regarding Emmett.

"He's the one you'll want to speak to about Bob." Her voice was matter of fact, and once Ursa was done speaking Juniper could hear Taylor move over to Ursa. Ursa sat down on the other bed and Taylor began to work on fixing up her injuries, of which she had many. Finally once Juniper felt comfortable enough, she slowly sat up, pretending to wake up in that moment. Her short black hair was slightly messy, but the look still suited her small features. She gazed around the room, recognizing everyone except for a cowboy. He must be the cop Ursa was talking about. He had a cowboy hat on, and was dressed in a leather jacket with leather boots to match. His clothing fit his body well. Juniper finally took in his face. his hair was brown beneath the hat, and he had a five o'clock shadow, his jaw line prominent. She couldn't help but appreciate his looks, then she shifted so her legs dangled off the bed, and she stood up slowly.

Juniper's white petal dress stuck out like a sore thumb in the room of people clad in normal clothing, and she walked toward Ursa. "Are you okay, miss Ursa?" she asked her. Juniper's voice had an accent similar to an Earth's English one, though there was an undertone to it that one might not be able to place, depending on the person. She decided to keep the fact she was from Theonia Z17 a secret from the newcomer unless someone brought it up.

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Everyone except for Morthos seemed to be suffering from the travel. Slowly though they all managed to make their way through the eerie fog to the front gates. Two men stood on guard and immediately called out to them. Ophelia listened as Morthos spoke with them, and a few times Ophelia felt annoyed by the comments of the guards. Eventually though, they seemed to agree to getting Colonel Fear, and they walked off to go get him.

Ophelia's eyes rested on Morthos' face, and she could tell he seemed a bit off, probably with good reason. "What did they mean, the Lord is in the manor?" she asked him. He had introduced himself as Lord, so it only made sense there would be one? She felt confused and unsure. Instinctively, she wanted to move closer to Roxas, but decided against it since she knew he was still mad at her.

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Juniper barely knew what was going on. At first she was just standing outside, holding one of Emmetts guns, next she was being pushed into a hovercar and being handed another gun! She knew something bad had to be going on at this point, and she looked at the driver of the car, realizing that it was Ursa. Juniper let out a soft sigh, but she didn't have time to relax. Ursa told her to use whatever weapon she could to help get rid of some vehicles that were chasing them. Juniper's eyes widened, but there was no way she wasn't going to listen, if it meant her life depended on it.

She gazed around quickly in the back seat and found some sort of ray gun or another, and with shaky hands, brought it out the back window which she lowered. She had no idea how to use it, but figured there was a trigger and that would be a wise choice to try and press to fire. Ursa was swerving in and out of traffic, and it was hard to keep her hands still. Eventually though, she simply pulled the trigger in the direction of one of the cars, and luckily she hit it. It blew up into a ball of fire behind them, causing other hover vehicles to crash around, which made Juniper feel guilty for. But, she wanted to live more than she wanted to worry about other people in this very moment, which was normally unlike her.

Before she could shoot at another though, she heard Ursa tell her to duck at the top of her lungs. Juniper's reaction time was great, and she ducked down, bringing her arms up to protect her face and head. Suddenly the car was being pushed back after a blast of hot energy blew off. Glass from the windows shattered into the car and Juniper let out a gasp as pieces flew toward her. Before she could try and get the glass away, the car smashed into a hydrant and Juniper flew against the other side of the car, with enough force to dislocate her right shoulder. She screamed out in pain, and breathed slowly through her nose to try and ebb the pain. The car was still upright luckily, but Juniper could care less about that. Her mind was elsewhere, and tears flowed down her cheeks, her black hair sticking to the wet skin.

Ursa drove away from the disaster behind them, and eventually arrived back at the ship. Juniper was unsure whether she would be allowed back aboard, but when Ursa was confronted by a crew member, she asked if they were coming. Juniper nodded, holding her arm still as she walked up onto the ship. The person who confronted Ursa looked at Juniper gently.

"What happened?"

"My shoulder..." Juniper said, her voice strained.

The man reached out and lead Juniper to a small med bay type of area, and began to deal with her injury.

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Ophelia listened closely as Morthos began to explain how Ley Lines worked, and where there were some located nearby the area. Much to her surprise, there was a big one right where SPA was. This was awfully convenient, and she felt a bit of relief learning this new information. Morthos continued on, explaining some side effects that could occur once the teleportation had been completed. He didn't even finish counting down before teleporting them to an area just outside of his home town.

During the time between spaces, Ophelia's eyes couldn't quite focus, and she began to feel hot and nauseas. She tried to focus on something that wasn't moving in a blur, but could only see some dark figures around her. She reached out to try and ground herself with the sensation of touch, but her fingers merely slipped through something ice cold and misty. Suddenly she could feel her feet hit the ground and Morthos began to speak again, though Ophelia couldn't concentrate on his words, because she had wandered off to vomit. It felt like a long time before she was able to stop. She wondered if she had been sick due to the magic, or due to the potion, or something else completely.

Once she was able to stand up fully, she wiped her mouth on the back of her hand, since she had nothing else to use, and rejoined the group. At this point, Morthos had a fire ball in his palm to try and light their way, though the fog around the area was so dense they could barely see the path. It left chills along Ophelia's spine, and she brought her whip down from her arm to her hand in case she needed it. Her daggers were sheathed in their normal spot on her thighs, and she narrowed her eyes to try and force herself to see better, though the likelihood of that was slim.

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Ophelia's eyes snapped up toward Jax as she mentioned about the sleeping potion, knowing full well that Roxas was close by to hear. Over the last month, Ophelia had been completely open with Roxas except for the fact that she had gone to see the council, and gathered and made the things she needed for the potion. She knew he wouldn't understand more than likely, so never bothered to bring it up before. Her expression turned annoyed at Jax and she sighed, turning to face Roxas who was glaring back at her. Ophelia began to speak when Morthos burst through the door, barely able to keep his words coherent, as he was nearly breathless and in a panic. He was speaking about something to do with his mother being in danger, and Ophelia's eyes went from annoyed to worried.

Roxas began to try and calm Morthos, and Ophelia rolled her eyes in annoyance as his tone of voice was far from what one would consider 'calm'. Ophelia did however have a knack for speaking calmly when needed, so she spoke up.

"Did you see something that's concerning you? I'm sure everyone will be fine to leave now if you are worried Morthos. We are a team, after all..." Ophelia said, her eyes shooting over to Roxas. She then placed a hand on Morthos' shoulder and tried to get him to calm down by allowing herself to be calm near him likewise, forgetting for the moment that her and Roxas would need to talk. She focused her aura outward toward Morthos and hoped that it would do something, either way.

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---- Roughly One Month Later ----

Ophelia's white hair was pinned up tightly at the back of her head, and she wore an elegant band with feathers around her head. Her tutu matched with the headband, and her eyes were accented with silver shadow. Over the course of the two ish hours, the performance went smoothly and she moved with grace and purpose. The emotions of her character showed on her face while an orchestra played during each scene. By the time the performance ended, Ophelia felt exhausted, the adrenaline she felt at the beginning having worn off at this point. Before she left the stage on the last scene, she managed to catch a glimpse of Roxas, Jax, and Morthos in the audience. Her blue eyes shone gently in the spot lights and she disappeared offstage to change.

Shortly after she reached her dressing room, the door swung open and Hargul entered, still wearing his outfit from the ballet. Ophelia smiled at him and motioned him to come over. She was mostly naked, but she did live with him so it wasn't like she cared much. She slipped into a silver evening gown, taking her hair out of the bun and styling into something more appropriate for the after party which would be to celebrate the performance. The only person who would be allowed to join her at the party unfortunately would be Roxas, but she knew that Jax and Morthos would understand. She finally made her way to an open lounge type area where most of the people who were watching would arrive or leave from the building. She saw the three standing there, and she held Hargul's hand as she approached them.

Despite feeling extremely happy and excited in this moment, Ophelia really was exhausted. She felt slightly sick to her stomach as well, and she thought she might be sick. She breathed in twice through her nose, exhaling out her mouth to try and settle her stomach. Normally her nerves didn't bother her this much, and she let the feelings happen and then pass. Once she was feeling a little better, she spoke up.

"So? What did you think?" she said, smiling widely, her fangs quite obvious. Hargul jumped over to Jax and sat up on her shoulder. Ophelia stood next to Roxas, fairly close. Their relationship over the last month grew slightly. Roxas had become more open with Ophelia and she trusted him more likewise. They still had a long road ahead, but either way, things were good currently. Once everyone responded, Camille walked up to the group and smiled softly to them.

"Hate to interrupt, but you are needed to head to the celebration now, love," Camille said, her voice smooth as silk, then turned and disappeared.

Ophelia nodded, and then looked to Jax and Morthos quickly before departing.

"Have either of you found any new missions yet? It has been a little bit since our last group one. If you hear of anything, let us know!" Ophelia said, then took Roxas and guided him toward a vehicle that would bring them to a private building that was booked for the party. Camille would be there shortly if she wasn't already, and while on the way, Ophelia sent Jax a text. "Be home later. I love you!!"

---- A few hours later ----

Once the party was over, Ophelia and Roxas headed back to her place. She opened up the door and stepped inside, yawning gently. Luckily she had her little potion here to take once Roxas fell asleep, if he was planning to stay.She went to change into a pair of pajamas, and found Jax after. "I hope you had a good time today? I'm really tired, and want to hear about your day, but I need to rest... I haven't been feeling well lately?"

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After a long while, Ophelia finally made it to her destination. The council was sure to laugh at her request, she figured, but it was worth trying nonetheless. She looked up at the building, taking in the features of the structure. It was intimidating, but beautiful all at once. She had never been here before, but knew that this probably wouldn't be the last time she'd visit. Two tall Vampires stood outside of the main door, their eyes remaining steadily ahead. As Ophelia approached, she folded the little map and placed it inside of her cloaks inner pocket. Before she could say anything the two men shifted, opening up the door with a simple wave of their dominant hands. Ophelia's eyes watched curiously, in awe of their abilities. Every creature she came across in her life had been so unique, it never ceased to amaze her of their power.

Unsure at first where to go, she turned to one of the guards, her expression slightly confused. "Where do I go?" she asked finally.

The Vampires then answered her in unison, and it made her hair stand on end. "Use your senses, and you will find the way."

Her brow furrowed and her lips turned downward in a slight frown at their response, and she nodded. She normally was only very in tune with her sense of smell. Despite her senses being extremely heightened, she realized she didn't use them often, nor all at once. Maybe it was because she never really felt threatened in a way where she needed to be so on guard. Finally then, Ophelia took a deep breath in through her nose, catching scents of Vampires who she could tell were wise in their age and power. She listened, hearing footsteps in nearby corridors, and murmuring coming from the distance. She began walking toward the scent and sound of the Vampires and eventually came to another doorway, though this one was just a tall, rounded archway.

Inside of the room sat four tall, marble thrones placed in the shape of a crescent moon along the back wall, which was shaped the same. Two males and two females sat in the thrones and they were talking amongst themselves. Even though Ophelia knew better than to assume they didn't know she was there, she pretended they didn't, and took the time to look at each one individually. The first male to her left had mocha colored skin, with long hair the color of obsidian and stone grey eyes. His features were more rounded, and he was of average height. The first female was much paler in comparison, her complexion more similar to Ophelia's, though her hair was the color of amber when the sun hits it. Her nose and jawline were sharp and angular, chiseled almost. She felt intimidating just by appearance. The next was another female, this one Ophelia immediately recognized as Camille. A slight smile played on Ophelia's lips, and the last male had chocolate brown hair, and was much smaller than the first Vampire. She figured though he was either very old, very powerful, or both despite his size.

Finally Camille spoke up then, her eyes shifting from the redheaded female, to meet Ophelia's gaze. "Come on in, Miss Kariana."

Her voice sounded so formal, compared to when she spoke to her earlier. Ophelia smiled again faintly and stepped slowly into the room, noting there were two smaller seats facing the council members. Camille's hand motioned for Ophelia to sit, which she did without hesitation. She tried to make herself comfortable, but found she was sitting on the edge of the seat, figuring her position matched the building anxiety in her throat. She wasn't sure whether she could begin talking right away, so decided it best to wait until she was spoken to.

"What brings you here, young one?" the first, mocha skinned Vampire called out to Ophelia.

She barely had to think about her answer, and decided to get straight to the point. She knew that whether she was blunt or not, they'd find out what she was there for.

"I am bonded with a human. And despite that I am aware that is not the norm, I was curious whether there was a way I could possibly sleep at night when he does." Her question seemed simple enough in her mind, and hoped they would have a solution.

She could feel the tension in the air thicken as the Vampires shared glances. Even Camille seemed slightly surprised at this request. Ophelia's attention then turned to the smallest, male Vampire, who began to speak immediately. His voice was deep and strong, and Ophelia's eyes widened just slightly.

"There is a way. But it requires you to gather the items first, and then have someone very skilled create the serum for you. It will take many nights to complete once you have found everything required, but if you are willing to do that, then you shall have what you wish for."

"May I have a list of the items I will need?" Ophelia asked, as politely as she could.

The Vampire nodded, and a paper appeared before her then, each item written out in a sharp cursive style with crimson ink. Ophelia reached out, taking the list and looked it over once before placing inside her cloak pocket alongside the map.

"I will warn you though, child. There can be some... Negative... Side affects to taking this serum daily. Just keep that in mind, my dear."

Ophelia's gaze met his strongly and his expression was serious. She nodded, and thanked them for helping her.

"Farewell for now. We will be seeing you again... Sooner than you think."

The Vampires words echoed in Ophelia's mind the entire way back toward the city, and she chewed on her bottom lip so much that she bit into it. Wondering on what the words meant, Ophelia found herself entering Roxas' home, though only to be immediately greeted by a silver bullet through her chest and left shoulder.

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When Roxas asked her if she wanted him to come, she shook her head slightly, her eyes shifting to the ground. She had told him no. It felt weird, and she felt a pang of guilt at his expression, but she didn't really want him to know what other errands she was running. She wasn't sure whether he would think the idea was stupid or not.

Either way, Ophelia made her way into the shopping area of the city. The ballet studio wasn't quite 'shopping' but it was still nearby. She moved at human speed, enjoying her time alone on the way there. She hadn't been by herself in a while so she was savoring this time to herself. She also hadn't practiced her ballet in some time, and she was itching to start again. After a while of walking, she made it to the studio. She stopped outside for a few moments to look at the building, and then opened the door and stepped inside. Once the door closed behind her, her gaze shifted around the room, looking for her instructor. Finally her eyes came to land on a tall, thin female. Her hair was white as snow, similar to Ophelia's. You'd almost think they could be twins.

Ophelia smiled gently, her eyes sparkling a little happily. She walked up to the fellow ballerina and she hugged her for a moment.

The woman spoke then her voice melodic, "Good day, Ophelia. It's been a while."

"Yes. I've been busy at SPA. I promise though to come more regularly now, Camille."

"Are you here to dance, now?" Camille asked, watching Ophelia's gaze carefully.

"No, I'm actually here to pay the next year's lessons. I hope that's alright?" Ophelia asked her, shifting slightly.

Camille nodded and lead her to the front desk, moving in behind it to set up the payment. Since Ophelia had been a member for some time, the studio already had her account information, and the Solars were transferred over almost instantly.

"There we go. All done!" Camille said, smiling, two small fangs visible between her lips.

Ophelia grinned and moved to hug Camille once more.

"Thank you so much, lovely. I have some more things I need to do. But, I will be seeing you tomorrow!!" Ophelia waved at her and made her way out of the studio, back out onto the street. She gazed around now, taking note of who was around, and thinking which places might be able to assist her in her next errand. She first decided to go to Elias's Alchemy shop. She entered slowly, pulling up the hood of her cloak before doing so, despite the fact this might make her look suspicious.

Entering the shop she could smell mixtures of chemicals and other things. Brightly colored vials topped with corks rested in holders in multiple rows along the walls around the room, neighboring different plants in small pots and other, less identifiable objects placed upon tables. Ophelia moved slowly through the shop, gazing at each item as she passed by it, before reaching the front desk. Soft music played in the background, and she looked around for someone to help her. She cleared her throat slightly, which she realized at this point was now starting to burn with thirst. She shook her head slightly, ignoring it, and waited.

"O-oh! Hello! Be right there!" A male's voice called from somewhere in the shop.

Ophelia waited patiently and finally an extremely tall elf male walked out from behind a curtain, his brown hair frizzy around his face, from work no doubt. He smiled at Ophelia, greeting her with a firm hand shake. Ophelia lowered her hood and let it rest against her back and shoulders. She brushed the strands away from her face and looked up at the man, who she assumed was Elias.

"Hello. I was wondering..." Ophelia began, though hesitant. She wanted to word her question correctly, but knew it was going to be odd nonetheless.

"You were wondering?" He said back, waiting.

"I was wondering, if perhaps you had some type of, Vampiric sleeping potion. Something I could take nightly to make me sleep." She said, trying to sound confident.

The elf looked at her curiously, his head tilting to one side.

"Why on Earth would you need such a potion?" he asked, still rattled at her words.

Her eyes moved toward the counter for a moment while she spoke, "My bond... Is not a Vampire, you see? I want to be able to sleep when he does."

Elias looked at her, concern crossing his face. It wasn't unheard of for Vampires to bond with other creatures outside of their race, but it also wasn't common. Ophelia gazed up just in time to see Elias shake his head.

"I'm sorry dear. I don't have anything like that here... You may want to try speaking with the council. They might have something, or some advice, for you that could work." His eyes were kind along with his voice, but Ophelia felt disappointed.

"Alright. Thank you for your time anyway. Would you know how I could get there?" She asked, hoping he would at least be able to direct her.

After a few moments, he drew out a map with a feather quill and ink on some parchment. Handing it to her, he smiled, "Good luck, young one."

And with that, Ophelia turned and left the shop, staring down at the map in her hand. She began on the journey, unsure how long it would take her.

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I JUST WANT MORTHOS AND JAX TOGETHER OMG. lol