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"Why would you believe her? You see how she's taunted you before."
Cienna would sigh softly hovering up and sitting on the bed beside Julies body and gently touching her face ever so gently. “I believe because I felt her emotions.” She would say softly. Her tone was soothing and filled with emotions. “I want you both to be happy…” she was speaking the truth, it was the one thing she wanted most in the world at this point. Were it not Julie and Erin sharing one body that she were bonded to she might have found it impossible, but with those two she found she couldn’t accept one without the other, they were likened to a coin, two sides, of the whole.

”why do you think that the gods cursed you?” she would ask softly her tone showing love and care to the woman on the bed she was now sitting on. She didn’t know what else she could do other than resort to her magic which she already knew was beginning to weaken thanks to the day prior. She also considered it to be rather obtrusive to use her magic in a method that would bend the will of another living being.

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The next morning Zephyr would return to attempt to catch the owner of the unit at home or maybe talk to the other tenants to find out if any other strange things have happened there recently. It’s not like this case was going to be easy to solve as the powerful magic that stopped the tornado had all but destroyed the traces of magic that created it before he could arrive on the scene. As he walked he happened to glance at his wrist a new marking having etched itself onto his skin.
“Oh Fuck me!” he says as he read it, ‘today!’ he thought to himself as he arrived at the apartment building now seriously debating returning to the church and waiting the day out. He knew that wasn’t really an option as he had to complete his investigation before the church would give him further instructions. He would enter into the building allowing his senses to expand again, as he had suspected all traces of magic being erased by now he would sigh.
”Time to get it started with. He walks around the building knocking on doors, some answer and are happy to give him any information they can, while others don’t answer at all, then there are those that answer and simply slam the door shut on him again. He would shrug to himself as he reached another door the smell of paints and turpentine permeating the air around it he would reach up an knock, he would note the slight burn of his wrist but honestly would ignore it unless it got a lot worse.

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Silvarae watches the one whom had identified himself as Volkir as he spoke, He had correctly determined that she was on edge and that she had assigned him the highest possible threat level. His tone had done little to alleviate this, however his actions within the same token breath seemed to do more than his words possibly could have. He seemed to her at least to be somewhat airheaded if dead inside, a combination she could not fathom yet there he was switching from a serious topic to the decidedly less deadly desire for cake. The blank transition would once again almost make her smile, ‘that’s twice in one day.’ She thought to herself berating herself mentally, ‘the perfect soldier needs not laugh, smile, or do anything but do as she is told.’ She would recite her fathers words mentally. She had done this thousands of times throughout her life, now it was something she did in response to reactions to anything that was deemed undesirable to her father.

When another woman arrived she seemed the homebody type, arriving with a tray of muffins, ‘Muffins?’ Silvarae thought somewhat confused, where they here to fight someone, or was this a giant waste of her expensive time or was there more going on here. This was almost a nonsensical vibe to all the people gathering in her opinion, the disparity that occurred between the different people that had the runes was at bet laughably pathetic, ‘from a soldier to a common housewife?’ she thought to herself.

When the girl who had floundered through the window began to mock her weapons she would almost unsheathe them this time with the ideal of vengeance however something told her to stay her hand, or more correctly her nature prevented her from doing so. She would love to have said that she’s the perfect soldier, that she loved to kill but for her the opposite was true. Hearing the woman mocking the only presents she had ever received made her angry, made her want to yell or scream at the woman, the only thing she would do however is stare at her briefly her eyes narrowing. She would not even bother to respond though she would let her eyes linger that little bit longer.

When the door erupted off its hinges and journeyed forth across the room on it’s destination to splinterville Silvarae would be completely startled dropping into a combat stance and both fangs of Fenrir being drawn immediately. The next words that followed did little to alleviate the tension she now felt, The woman was impossibly strong, Silvarae had thought herself strong, that is until this woman shattered the door without so much as a single bead of sweat appearing on her brow. ‘no, no, no.’ she thought to herself her eyes actually going wide in fear as she stumbled away from the woman whom had now identified herself as a rune.

She would fight to regain her composure, the others in the room now all but forgotten as her eyes remained on the woman whom she now assigned the largest threat level of them all, When Isa showed a little disregard for the womans obscene strength she would regain her composure. If at the very least she tried anything there would now be enough people here to subdue her, or so she deemed.

A couple of other people had joined since all of which passed well below the Rune Uruz for their threat assessment meaning that she was the target of scrutiny for Silvarae. She mostly ignored what they were talking about and the muffins held little interest to her having eaten before working out this morning already she wasn’t exactly hungry.

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"That bruise must hurt. Well earned I bet."
Her eyes would narrow looking at the man who she had deemed to be at best an annoyance, she had not expected the person that he appeared to be to even notice anything other than maybe her breasts or the short shorts she wore, but no he had mentioned the bruise on her arm. A slight distraction to her thoughts throbbing at the back of her mind though nothing she wasn’t used to, in fact the bruise was the least of the injuries she had suffered in the past for failure.
”It’s to be expected when training in new methods.” she responded her tone devoid of emotion that might have shown the surprise she actually felt. She considered bumping his threat assessment up a little as her right hand strayed to the bruise rubbing it again. The man seemed to lose interest in her at this point as he went back to speaking to the others she would berate herself mentally. ‘it’s bad enough that you got hit, now you appear weak to them, you idiot girl!’ she screamed at herself mentally.

"Hey, blondie, what's with the armory yer cartin' around, hm? Isn't it annoying to hold alla that?"
Silvarae would look at the girl whom still hadn’t answered her name, however now the more pressing issue seemed to her to be to defend her choice of armaments and garb.
”What could you expect of a soldier, I must be prepared for everything, should I be told to go now I could go and fight. My daggers, the fangs of Fenrir, have never failed to find their mark no matter how tough that target may be.” she would explain as she pulled the two daggers out revealing the masterfully crafted daggers which she would flip in her hands before replacing them in their scabbards. She would then remove the bastard sword from her back with it’s intricate designs and the same attention to detail as the fangs of Fenrir it would glint in the light.
”And this is Jormungandr, an extension to my very body easily able to defend myself or someone else with it, I am never to leave without it.” she replaces the sword on her back carefully, appearing to care a great deal for the sword.

As she was finishing up her spiel another male would walk in, this one seemed to register on her threat assessment as extremely high. He had the eyes and tone of one that had nothing left to lose and this made him extremely dangerous. She also noted he had mentioned that he was a rune user like herself this made her stiffen her hand tightening around one of the fangs after releasing her sword. ‘Stupid, stupid, stupid’ she thought to herself as her eyes now solely focused on the perceived threat. She would not however draw the dagger just yet, however she would be prepared to should it be required.

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"Kenaz. Sowilo. Algiz. Ansuz."
"Good morning. I am Isa. The first rune, in a sense."
Silvarae recognized the rune of Isa from the gym and training arenas and would nod in greeting, she had a grudging respect for the ice user though like Maeve she felt more intimidated by the woman who had an innate ability to manipulate ice. An ability that seemed to grant her some particular advantages in combat though she had no idea of knowing what the girls limits were, just like with herself she had no idea how far her barriers could be pushed, or if they would even work against the others runes.

As the new guy walked in taking a chair and spinning it into reverse before sitting down she mentally assessed him for his threat level. He seemed to be somewhat inebriated and thus lowered his threat level in her eyes.
"All-Daddy? guess my reputation proceeds me."
She would roll her eyes at the man, he all in all seemed to be relatively pathetic to her. Someone that might have hired her in the past to walk them home from some midnight jaunt at a brothel or something of the likes.
"I'm Makorai. Forgot what my rune is. Something about the future."
As he introduced himself she would take particular note mentally of what he said his rune was, ‘something to do with the future.’ She thought to herself, that could be troublesome if it allowed for instant battle readouts before they happened. He seemed utterly to casual to form a threat so she disregarded him.

She watched as Dawn responded to the others the girl seemed overly all to comfortable, unprepared for the possible danger that the world held. Being in the centre of the city meant absolutely nothing if the frost giants decided to attack. No she seemed to be like how Silvarae would describe the rest of humanity, ‘livestock.’ How could any of them truly relax while they were in a situation where they could never truly know safety.

As another person joined them coming through the window she began to babble so much information that Silvarae would simply raise an eyebrow listening to the woman. She mentioned something about her rune being in a naughty place and if anyone was paying close attention they might have noticed the corner of Silvarae’s lip twitch as if to smile which was quickly supressed. When the woman added that she had been able to climb three stories thanks to something to do with her rune she would note that as well. ‘maybe I should try walking on my barriers.’ She thought to herself as a test for later.
”I note you didn’t name yourself.” Silvarae would say looking at the girl sitting on the floor. Everyone else had named themselves and this stood out as awkward to her, though it was to be expected of some people.

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Silvarae would listen to the others as they conversed disagreeing totally to the fact that it wasn’t a ludicrous idea that they might sacrifice them. The cost of her life alone would be absolutely astronomical and not to mention the combat ability that she possessed should be more than enough to find her way out of any possible sticky situation, no she was more than certain that they weren’t here for that. She would raise an eyebrow as Maeve mentioned bringing Jorgmundr to cut some kind of ribbon.
”absolutely not, that is a preposterous concept, there is no way in hell that I would unsheathe Jorgmundr for anything so mundane.” She would state adamantly her hand being temporarily removed from the dagger on her hip to the sword on her back. ”I come prepared for anything, whether I am to be given an assignment right now and must leave to act on it promptly or if this is as they say a meet and greet.” she spoke truthfully in this fact though it did make her question the sanity of the woman who had implied that her sword should be used for the cutting of a ribbon.
She would look at the woman who had named herself Dawn, “Pleasure.” She would say simply not really showing any kind of true emotional response, more seeming to appear as if she were showing a great respect by simply answering. “Zero I have earned.” She would add turning back to Maeve.

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"Oi!"
"Come sit with us, would you? We're discussing whether our keepers plan to kill or fuck us. I'm starting a pool."
Silvarae would raise an eyebrow at the greeting from the familiar red-head and the chosen topic of discussion. She could honestly say that she highly doubted they were there to be used in some kind of offering for the price her father normally charged for her services, a sacrificial offering would be insane to even consider. As for the second idea a slight blush would cross her face before she would shake her head furiously.
”Don’t be ridiculous” she would say unable to completely hide the embarrassment from her tone. The thought of such a possibility being totally abstract though reminding her of her total lack of experience in that department.
”Besides why would they have martial training facilities for us to train in combat here if they intended to use us as some kind of pleasure doll. she would add as she took up a position beside the door leaning back against it, her left hand straying to the dagger at her side gently resting on the pommel. An old tactic to be aware of the exits, and to secure them. In this position she had a good view of the rest of the room and commanded control of the ext.
Looking over the two women in the room she had seen Maeve working out and knew that if it came to it she would be hard pressed to take her out in hand to hand if not for the fact that she seemed to be largely unarmed while Silvarae herself carried her armour and her weapons for close combat. The other woman, a much smaller woman who seemed to her to be kind of petit, she had seen her around the bas only in passing though and had no real knowledge on her, ‘if it came to a fight she’s the wild card.’ She thought to herself with a nod.
She would relax against the wall visibly, she had assessed the situation now and they didn’t seem to be any real threat to her though she had no way of knowing their runic powers were, and in the case of the smaller woman, she didn’t know if she even had a marking to say she has powers, she could very well be one of the blessed waiting here for everyone to gather.
“The names, Zero.” She would say as her fingers traced around the pommel of her dagger she was feeling a little annoyance at being made to stop her training for this, while also feeling slightly underprepared in not knowing that much about the others.

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‘A week and a half, an entire week and then some’ Silvarae thought to herself as she worked herself out in the training room. She had long since worked out a sweat, she had several trainers she worked out with at once this was so that she could practice blocking attacks from all directions at once. Another strike and another parry, she was fast on her feet, able to sense where the strikes were coming from almost as they were coming. Another Strike, it connects with her left arm, pain shooting out from the point of impact, ‘not fast enough.’ She thought to herself as she reversed the grip on the training staff she held in her left arm providing a measure of cover for her now throbbing arm. Another strike, blocked with the reversed staff, This was her moment to retaliate, but if she did the training session would be cancelled without her having improved with generating shields.
“Enough!” the instructor called from the side stepping towards the small group that were training. “It’s about time for you to officially meet the other Marked, I want you to go and get showered and presentable Zero.” The man said using the alias that she had become known by many years prior.
”Five more minutes.” She would respond her voice devoid of emotion more of a command than a request. She had been known to be like that since she was old enough to start working with others.
“Now!” the instructor would state firmly and the trainers would immediately back away before bowing respectfully to Sivarae. She would glare at the Instructor before changing the grip on the staff in her left hand and transferring the one in her right hand to her left. She severly disliked that she had been stopped midway through her training process, she needed to improve otherwise her coming here would be a waste and father would be furious. But then again, he had told her they were paying a very large amount to have her here, so maybe he wouldn’t be too mad at her if she didn’t improve.
She returned the Staves to the racks and grabbed up the towel she had cast aside upon first entering the training room. She wiped the sweat from her brow as she headed for the showers, her right hand had strayed to the quickly forming bruise on her left arm rubbing it gently as she walked. She would not show any outward signs that she was in pain though the unconscious movements would be a dead giveaway. ‘Got to get better, faster, stronger.’ She thought to herself as she pushed open the door to the showers.
The room was already steamy, she guessed that someone else had been in here before and shrugged as she set about following her own procedures to shower. It didn’t take her that long to get the smell of sweat off her though it did permit her time to think.
”From today you have a new assignment” the familiar voice of her father told her, “You will be working with a group called the Blessed, you will do as they tell you for the foreseeable future, So long as they are paying the bills, you will not hear from me. They will give you all your instructions and I expect you to preform to your utmost. Failure is not an option. Standard mission parameters are in effect. Special condition, If I contact you, you know what to do.” He would add before dismissing her.
She would then be escorted to a car that had been waiting for her and brought to a rather large looking mansion. It almost seemed comical to her in the way it reminded her of the mansion from X-men. It hadn’t taken that long for them to arrive but she was given a file of rules and procedures that she would have to study while she was shown to a room that made every comfort she had ever known look like it was bland and utilitarian. She felt uncomfortable in such accommodations and after the first night had requested to be transferred to a less ludicrous room.
They quickly found her a room similar to that of all the other workers and she felt much more comfortable in them though she did consider them a little gaudier than she would have appreciated but she was able to rest in her room from time to time.
Stepping out of the shower she would procure a new towel and dry herself before wrapping it around herself and gathering her dirty discarded clothes and headed towards her room. She passed a few people who seemed to take a second look at her body. She would keep looking forward ignoring the looks as if they mattered little to her, this was something she fought with herself about, she wanted to hide each time they looked at her, but her ‘appearance’ would be shattered if she did.
She had to be the perfect soldier, that’s what they hired, and that is what they expected from her. Entering through her door she would close it quickly breathing deeply, thankful to be away from prying eyes. She quickly found her clothes and combat armours, donning them she would stretch out.
‘should I take my weapons.’ She pondered to herself for several minutes before nodding to herself, she would strap the twin daggers Fenrir’s fangs to her hips and her bastard sword Jorgmundr to her back before walking towards her door. She glanced over at the two cases she knew contained Valhalla and Artemis wondering if it was worth bringing them too and shook her head. No, they were for special occasions.
She left her room still slightly before the time to meet and greet everyone and proceeded to wander her way to the area with no real haste. ‘This is a waste of my training time.’ She thought to herself as she shook her head slowly. The bruise on her arm quite visible and spreading slightly.
As she approached the halls that would lead past the gyms and towards the greater assembly areas she would spot a familiar, well semi-familiar face, a woman she spoken to on occasion at the gym, ‘Maeve’ she thought to herself remembering the name of her fellow marked. She would remain silent however giving of an air of self-importance, which was to cover for the fact that she felt self-conscious around a woman who also seemed to work out almost as much as herself.

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Cienna nodded hearing Julie wanting to hear about her story, sadly she knew that it wasn’t at all like Julie thought it was.
”She… she told me, but… it’s not… it’s not what you think.” she would say softly before steadying herself with a deep breath before she would continue.
She would recount the story that Erin had told her just before the whole time not letting go of Julies hand. She was careful to make sure that she portrayed everything from the emotions that Erin had displayed to the simplest gestures. She wanted Julie to know that Erin had been telling the truth. She had no way of knowing how Julie would react to this information, she could only hope that she would understand.
”Please believe me.” she said softly barely above a whisper she was scared that Julie wouldn’t believe her and would cause more pain and suffering for her. She felt responsible for Julie’s suffering at least in part and she was determined to make up for it, even if it meant taking on the suffering of years to make her smile.
”I don’t want you to leave. she whispered in fae.

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