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Candra

| Born in the 25th of July, 1989 | 33 years of age, soon to be 34 | Muslim | Indonesian Citizen with an American Greencard | Looking for distant family | Incredibly Complicated Family history |

Appearance:

Almost always sharply dressed. Candra likes wearing clothes that make her look very professional and perhaps a little bit distant, a necessity considering what her job entails. The woman does have more casual clothes when she prefers to let her hair down, but she doesn't like to show it when it comes to affairs of this importance.

Occupation:
CEO of one of Indonesia's largest property developers. With such a position, comes the increased importance of looking, talking, and acting the part. Her being a woman also adds even more pressure on her to look and act appropriately at all times. She is currently scouting the United States as a potential market to expand her company's operations stateside, the fact that there might be missing family that she wants to reconnect with also adds to the importance of her job/ vacation into Sanctuary.

Biography:
Candra's story actually begins way before she was born. The Gunawan family were some of the first people to rise up against the Dutch when the country declared independence in 1945, Their family's great-grandfather, Suryo Gunawan, was a veteran of the war of independence, a war of great suffering and atrocities, but a war the Indonesians ultimately won. Even now, in the old family house, lies some pictures of the family's great-grandfather brandishing stolen Imperial Japanese weapons the Indonesians pilfered once the Japanese pulled out of the country after their defeat. Really, in some ways, the Gunawans were patriots for the country in every sense of the word.

But then came 1965, the year when the Gunawans endured unimaginable suffering as the military dictator Soeharto rose to power in the aftermath of a Communist coup. The Gunawans were, predictably, staunch supporters of the Indonesian National Party and espoused some left-wing ideology, in some ways bordering on the ideology of the Indonesian Communist Party, and the fact that the patriarch of their family was a national hero made them pretty well known in the local community, so when the dictator Soeharto caught wind of this, the police and military swarmed the family house, and of course, the houses of anyone espousing clear left-wing ideology, their great grandfather suffered greatly under the treatment of the military, and some members of the family were taken and never seen again.

At this point, some members of the Gunawans fled, fearing continued persecution from the military government, to the United States. At that point, the Gunawans were split in two, the ones that stayed in the country, and the ones that fled to America in search of a better future.

And it was in that flashpoint that Candra was born, named Candrawati Gunawan by her mother, she grew up hearing stories about her great grandfather, and how their family was split in two, she heard stories about the great battles her father fought against, and the betrayal under the Soeharto regime her family has to endure. While the Gunawans were not particularly wealthy, the fact that their most notable family member was so clearly betrayed by the country he helped to defend left a scar that never left the Gunawans ever since, Government forces not only took their family members away, but also took a significant portion of their assets along with them, what little savings they have, their newly bought car, and other things they suspect might be as a result of 'suspicious earnings'. The family never got those seized assets back.

Her childhood therefore was particularly harsh, with her family having to make some really tough decisions in order to get her through grade, middle, and high school. Consequently, when President Soeharto announced his resignation in 1998 following mass protests over the deteriorating economic condition, the entire family cheered, Candra herself included.

Candra made a decision at that point to reconnect her American family with her Indonesian family and swore to make enough money to make that journey to the United States and track down the Gunawans who fled, if only to touch base and perhaps convince them to visit Indonesia sometime in the future. she graduated high school at the top 5 of her class, managed to land a government scholarship to fully fund her education in business at the University of Indonesia, the country's premier educational institution, and interned at a rapidly growing real estate developer in the Jakarta region during her time studying for her degree. The woman consequently got offered a good position once she graduated, and she naturally took it, climbing the ranks rapidly, and quickly becoming the CEO at the age of 26. She has maintained the position ever since.

It was during her tenure as CEO that she managed to land a green card at the lottery system she always put money on once her first paycheck came in.

With her family's financial position secure (her older brother works in finance, and her younger sister works as a frequently commissioned artist). Candra decided that the time had come to find her missing family in the United States, guising it as a 1-year work trip, she hired a P.I beforehand to track down her family's whereabouts, and that eventually led her here to Sanctuary, officially as a real estate developer having an interest in building new housing in the rapidly growing town, but her real intentions being to track down her family that was separated after a very traumatic event.

Misc:
- Misses Indonesian food badly, the food in America just 'doesn't taste the same' per her words
- Knows Indonesian history in and out if you ask her, partly due to her family heritage and partly due to her studiousness
- Her company mainly builds highrises in the bustling Indonesian cities of Jakarta, Bandung, Surabaya and Palembang, although their portfolio includes some single-family houses in the suburbs
- Rides a Mercedes Benz in Indonesia, specifically an AMG-GTS. She's bought an Alfa-Romeo Giulia as her go-to car when she's in the US.

The Hunt, A Modern Fantasy Smorgasbord RP

@BogeyDope@13org@BigPapaBelial@King Cosmos@Martian

“Eh, don’t worry about me, Faye. I couldn’t feel a thing even if I wanted to.” Amanda responded, the care package about to do it’s finishing touches in terms of repairing the robot woman. “But, you did good Faye. I’m really proud of you, don’t beat yourself up too much just for being the one with the least amount of wounds or whatever. Getting off of a fight relatively unscathed is an art on it’s own.”

And as Amanda finished her little pep talk with Faye. The machine finally reattached new arms and legs towards Amanda’s joints. A lighthearted ‘ding’ sound was heard, and the cables all detached themselves from the Android. “Ah… feels like new.” She said, rotating her limbs once more and doing diagnostics work at the backend. “I’m pretty much fixed. So just rest for today, I’ve already contacted the OMR office head in Minsk to bring all the evidence they’ve gathered at that apartment to Frankfurt, after which we will all dissect this thing with a fine tooth comb. And finally get this thing over and done with.”

“So just prepare for tomorrow okay? We got a bit of a flight again to catch.” She said, winking at Faye before retiring for the day.

There are some gossip she has heard from her android buddies in America she needs to catch up on.

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The flight to Frankfurt tomorrow was relatively uneventful. Amanda heard news that Scarlet was being reassigned, on the orders from the Director herself apparently, to be on standby in Philadelphia, apparently a ‘special mission’ was requested that needed her skillset, something that she didn’t like but didn’t fight against, considering how close everything is about to be wrapped up.

She did give her a big hug, and told her that she’s going to kick ass in Philly. Before parting ways and hopefully, meeting once more sometime in the future.

Once they arrive back into the office though, Amanda met everyone that was on her team, Madeleine, Morgana, and Xaviron are all back, with everyone greeting everyone else with much enthusiasm after parting ways for quite sometime. Honestly, this little sidetrip to Minsk felt like an eternity from Amanda’s point of view.

“Alright alright everyone, settle down, we have a lot to cover for today.” Amanda said, before starting her presentation on the progress of the group. She has chosen a relatively quiet boardroom so that no one could interfere with her presentation. “So to start off, congratulations on all of you! You all did exceptionally well, we have gathered enough evidence from all of our investigating that a solid picture can be formed in a couple of weeks from now. Already this Frankfurt office is calling in the staff from all offices throughout Germany to help with making sure the evidence is organised and lined up in a pretty way so that we will have a good lead to track down and hopefully detain Mr.X themself!”

“But, regardless, from what we do know about Mr.X’s plans. It does involve a lot of weaponry, and also a lot of Eldritch magic, ones that are especially, uncomfortably close to the type of magic the Abomination uses during the battle for Earth. We know this from the Titan that we fought in Minsk.” Amanda then pressed a button and the slide turned into the corpse of the dead Titan. “Up to the cultist magic being used by the cults Morgana, Madeleine, and Xaviron disbanded.” She pressed the button once more to reveal Eldritch aura oozing tomes being hauled out from the compound the trio raided in the black forest. “We also know that the magic they use is quite diverse on top of having an Eldrtich background. As evidenced from the Golem that Madeleine, Morgana, and Xaviron took down, and also the Roggenwolf and the grisly death of that rich guy in Frankfurt. Evidencing that Mr.X, or at least, backers of Mister Mr.X, possess a wide variety of magical knowledge.”

“And finally, we know that Mr.X has an arsenal of weapons smuggled from Russia and former Soviet states. These range from standard rifles, to magical weapons developed by Soviet Magicians.” She pressed the button to reveal the various weapons confiscated from the Apartment complex she and her team raided in Minsk. “So this Mr.X has connections, knowledge, and most definitely support from some very powerful people in Europe.”

The Android then ended the presentation. “I do have a theory of my own, with all the evidence being shown here, but I’m curious as to what you all think of this. Does anyone have a suspicion on who this Mr.X might be? What their motivations are? How they have such a wide network and disrupting OMR operations throughout Europe? I’m open to suggestions, considering that we are pretty close to cracking this case open.”

The Hunt, A Modern Fantasy Smorgasbord RP

@Martian@King Cosmos

As much as Madeleine doesn’t admit it, she has come to like the English witch a little bit, at the very least, she is useful in determining what enemy she is fighting, and at best? Well, the wreck of the Golem she dispatched a while ago is proof enough that Morgana has a ton of knowledge the Demon has come to find useful in a battle. While she has been thrown around a bit in battles throughout her very long life, having fought armies before by herself for a couple of days, the fact that the battle against that significant of an opponent was finished quickly is astounding, even to her.

And as she watched the Golem eventually tore itself apart. The Shem essentially powering the thing on its left thigh. She walked towards Morgana, bowing her head to her. “I have to say, your ability to be a quick thinker is something I’ve come to appreciate Morgana. it’s not every day I can dispatch a golem of that size that quickly, finding the Shem on that thing can be a bitch sometimes.”

The Demon quickly contacted the nearest office, informing them of the developing situation, and the cars and armored paddy wagons the OMR often uses to ferry out potential criminals are brought in, evidence is being collected with the various field agents scouring the area and dispelling whatever curses are not triggered yet. A very dangerous job for sure, but a necessary one.

And watching all this commotion happening is Madeleine, Morgana, and Xaviron, just hanging out of the scene as they let the other agents do their thing, and relaxing for a while before returning to the Frankfurt office, a very heavy debrief is expected for sure once they arrive.

“I guess that all is done for now. I’ll just need to write an incident report and talk with Siegfried about the whole mess, but I think that we just disbanded a violent cult, the curses all around this area are enough to warrant some heavy prison sentences at least.” Madeleine commented as she looked at the commotion. “You wanna go back to base? Or maybe, you have a question for me? I think these last couple of missions warrant some… bonding experiences don’t you think? Make us more in line when things come to a head.”

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@BogeyDope@13org@BigPapaBelial

Thankfully the drive was without incident, as everyone arrived at the Minsk office with a lot of time to spare. Amanda quickly told everyone to get some rest, because they are going back to Frankfurt first thing in the afternoon tomorrow. She knows that she needs to get into the helipad on top since there are some things that she has to take care of. And she better hope no one’s coming for her upwards, it’s going to get pretty gnarly if anyone is watching her doing her thing.

She has already contacted the production facility, and the spare parts should arrive in some 6 hours. Everything is already packed and loaded and has already left Utah on its way to Eastern Europe.

She can only hope that it wasn’t too much of a hassle for the maintenance team on standby after the small request Amanda sent, this is the first time a care package has left for such a long-term journey, especially one beyond North America.

What the Android female ordered was often labeled as a ‘care package’, essentially a big box with clear instructions and helping robotic hands to help a stricken android patch itself back together, each box catered specifically to the specifications of the individual android. These care packages are one of the few provisions the Androids requested from the OMR during their short-lived revolt, and the Director kindly agreed to it. While Amanda has used this thing many times during her life, this is the first time she has done so outside of America, and also, alone.

She could only hope nobody got spooked by her literally tearing her arms out and then switching it with a new arm coming from the box.

And sure enough, after a couple of hours, a vertical lift jet quickly arrived. Dropping the box into the helipad and quickly whizzing away into Utah once more. The android could only smile as the box opened up and a series of computer monitors and a keypad greeted her. She ignored all of that as the woman quickly linked herself up to the cable that was lying around, and surely enough. Her right arm and left arm suddenly ejected itself from her body, with a makeshift chair quickly allowing Amanda to sit, only for her legs to be removed by the robotic arms as well.

More arms then came out of the Care Package, and it tore open Amanda’s torso, servicing the parts that were damaged in the fight against the Titan. There are a lot of weldings, part replacements, and reprogramming to ensure everything’s working correctly.

And Amanda wasn’t feeling anything much, not having a nervous system means wonders for you, especially when you are doing stuff to yourself like this. Things were going well for Amanda, until she noticed the red strand of hair on the edge of her eyesight, turning the chair as fast as she could, she only saw Faye staring at her, most likely in shock at the moment.

“Oh… hey Faye,” Amanda said, trying to wave her hands but realizing she didn’t have any. “Yeah, this is… a… replacement for the damaged parts of my body, look! I even got a new voice modulator! It’s pretty neat huh?”

In Truth, Amanda doesn’t have much to say at the moment. The repairs are well underway and she couldn’t stop now. She could only talk to Faye about whatever was happening for the moment, and pray she didn’t feel traumatized by this. Gods that would make her feel bad. Poor girl doesn’t need to feel like she’s seen a mass killing or something like that.

The Hunt, A Modern Fantasy Smorgasbord RP

@BogeyDope@13org@BigPapaBelial

Amanda saw everything happening as if she’s been there for years, madam Alexeya’s sudden appearance, the blocking of the Titan attack via that black shield, the reveal that she’s the Baba Yaga, and then the opening that everyone had been silently hoping but not expecting. Amanda knew she had to do something once Baba Yaga gave everyone the opportunity, she was ready to take her shot from her arm cannon before Scarlet beat her to the punch in firing the 50 cal from the distance.

A part of her is happy that she has such a great friend that she can depend on, but a part of her is also jealous at the thought that Scarlet might land the killing blow and not her. And she’s not going to let that stand personally.

She won’t stop the bullet from hitting its trajectory, that’s just silly and will probably get the whole team killed, but she’s gonna fire a bullet aimed for the Titan’s neck, a sort of insurance shot in case Scarlet’s shot didn’t manage to kill the beast.

The 5.56 fired from her arm guns does not have the stopping power as Scarlet’s 50 cal fired from her rifle, but it does have enough of a stopping power to bleed the Titan to death with the opening Baba Yaga provided to her.

And sure enough, as soon as she fired that bullet, it seemed as though both rounds landed the killing blow to the Titan. Nobody knows which bullet killed who, but if the giant isn’t killed by Scarlet’s bullet going for the chest, the bullet fired from Amanda’s gun will surely ensure the Titan’s death.

And the Titan did die, and Amanda could only breathe a sigh of relief as the giant eventually fell to the ground. She knew that the team had taken a good beating, and she, out of all people, know very well that the rest of the day should be spent on rest and relaxation, they’ve earned it after all the mess they’d endured right now.

Walking downstairs, Amanda spotted the rest of the group, and proceeded to hug everyone personally for what they did today. “Good job… everyone.” The android declared, the system errors she had after the bout against that Titan definitely impacted her ability to speak. “I’ll need to… contact the Android… production… fa-fa facility to send in a… c-c-care package, the fight against the Titan definitely did some… d-d-d-damage to my systems. We’ll take the rest of the day off… okay?”

She didn’t even bother to hear from the rest of the team as she went back to the car, the rest of the team already following her. Just as she was starting to the car, however, the Slavic deity quickly walked towards the driver’s seat and leaned in on the door. Her face telling Amanda all she needed to know. “Hey Amanda. I just wanna say that. I really like how you handle the team you have here. It seems that you are keeping the team energetic and ready for their jobs, something I honestly struggle with whenever I get paired up. Just get to the office and get that care package sent from America okay? I’ll take care of things personally from here.” Baba Yaga then proceeded to give Amanda a thumbs up, a move she responded in kind as she proceeded to drive back to the office, the rest of the team either in the car with her or following her to the Minsk office. Their jobs are pretty much done at this point.

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@Martian@King Cosmos

Madeleine did heed Morgana’s warnings, as she nearly tripped into a curse well concealed by the dirt around it. It would’ve given her a nasty lifesucking force that she does not want in her right now. “Hey Morgana, can you dispel this lil curse right here?” The demoness asked before she avoided a bullet and fired back, killing another cultist assaulting her.

Things have been going well, the cultist attacking her first has given her a solid reason to engage back, but… honestly. Things have been going too well that she’s getting an uncomfortable feeling something’s off. The fire support given by Xaviron and the advice Morgana has given her is paying off dividends, she would’ve been shot in the back by a cultist weren’t it for Xaviron being a quick draw and firing his pistol at the assailant on her back, and Morgans’s advice on curses is really helping her avoid the ones that can give her a bad case of dying.

But still, things have been going too easy, where’s the challenge? Where’s the cult that released a roggenwolf into the living world like it’s nobody’s business? Where is the cult that consulted with Morgana’s coven? Where is it?

And just as she opened yet another door into another building in the compound, probably the third one she’s opened, did her worst fears did come true. “Shit!” Madeleine quickly said as she closed to door afterwards. Busy casting a sealing spell before the door (and the entire building for that matter), the creature that bursted from the other side of the door is a metallic golem, definitely a more modern creation considering the alloys used as the base for the golem. The demoness’ forehead began to sweat a little as she realized that the Witches coven might be giving more knowledge than she anticipated.

“Hey… uhhh, Morgana?” Madeleine asked, discarding her rifle and unsheathing her Zwehainder. Barely avoiding a downward punch from the golem. “Any tips on defeating this hulking monstrosity of a golem? This is something I definitely didn’t expect your coven would teach.”

The demoness avoided yet another hit from the golem before she went on the offensive, striking her flaming Zweihander towards the calves of the creature. Only to hear a twang sound as the sword barely scratch the surface of the damn thing. “Motherfu-” Madeleine exclaimed as the golem’s leg moved, kicking the demoness and sending her flying into another wooden building.

She might need some… assistance if she were to succeed in defeating this thing.

The Hunt, A Modern Fantasy Smorgasbord RP

@13org@AWACS@BigPapaBelial

Unbeknownst to the rest of the team, their arrival and firefight into the Apartment complex was accompanied by a certain nurse from the Minsk office. She is very attentive in making sure that the team doesn't notice she's there, an element of knife and dagger in her work which could be seen as unnecessary, but Alexeya likes to have just an extra element of pizzaz in her work, a sort of... artistic flair considering who she really is. And she hopes that her effort will pay off when she makes her dramatic entrance when the team needs her the most, and when that thing finally makes its entrance.

Yes, it's an it, only merely an object, no longer a sentient being. Mr. X has done a marvelous job with whoever is the victim of that scientific project. The fact that Philadelphia didn't notice it until it's too late...

No use in crying over spilled milk. She has a job to do, and Philly will issue in some new directives once this whole ordeal is over anyway. So no need to fret, she has a recommendation letter to write to the director herself once this whole mess is over.

And speaking of messes...

The second Faye stopped paying attention at the creature to check on Scarlet and Micheal was the moment the creature directed it's attention to Faye. Distracted, dazed and weakened by the eldritch magic emanating from the creature, she wasn't able to even react in time as Amanda warned her about the titan, being able only to raise her hands as a reaction to the oncoming blow.

She knew she needed to act, NOW.

The moment the creature was about to land it's blow onto Faye. A black wall suddenly appeared from the ground, shielding the British woman from being red-paste by the Titan's hands. The blow landed fruitlessly on the black wall, and just as the creature was about to analyze the sudden barrier appearing out of nowhere, a blast of dark magic threw the creature away, the Titan eventually hitting a wall and feeling dazed for a little bit.

The dark wall disappeared, and a blast of dark energy emanated from beside Faye, revealing Alexeya in her true form. "Sorry for the late arrival Miss Faye." She turned her body and bowed to the Fairie woman. "Alexeya Yagayevich, or perhaps I should use my true name. Baba Yaga, at your service." Bowing her head and flaring her hand in greetings. "I was personally curious about this little... excursion your group's been doing. Investigating Mr. X's whereabouts yes?"

The Titan, enraged at the denied kill, proceeded to charge at the black-haired woman after getting his bearings straight. Only to meet with a wall of wooden thorns that pierced the Titan from all directions, and immobilized the Titan for the moment. "That wall of thorns won't hold for long everyone!" She addressed the group. "But the Titan should be weakened enough that if everyone pitches in, we could defeat it."

~ Welcome to Sanctuary ~

@The Muse

Candra was surprised to hear what she was hearing when the band started playing. It admittedly sounded a bit… generic to her ears, nothing too groundbreaking in her experience, but the melody felt nice, and the passion exuded by the singers felt genuine and real. It’s like listening to someone’s first-ever band performance, like in those American movies she watched back in her Uni days. “So the stereotypes in those Hollywood movies aren’t really false are they?” She asked herself as she listened to the band performing.

If one is observant enough, one can see that Candra is tapping her fingers to the beat of the song, a clear indication that she’s enjoying the festivities shown in front of her. “I wonder what kind of song this little band would perform once this one’s finished.” She talked to herself. “Perhaps something original? Or maybe a cover from another band?”

Is this what her other family’s been enjoying after they settled here? Is this how their children and grandchildren enjoy themselves? Something to think about at the very least. “This band sounds nice!” Candra said to Reya. “Have they been performing for years? It feels as if they’ve been performing for a long time.”

The Hunt, A Modern Fantasy Smorgasbord RP

@AWACS@13org@BigPapaBelial

Amanda was not feeling so well after the short fight, the punches the titan threw at her were not exactly bearable, as her systems blared warnings left and right. She’s built like a tank, and she knows it, so to have someone like that have so much magical energy it can bring errors into her internal systems is something to have a note about.

She’s thankful for all the help she received as the rest of the team slowly rained fire at the thing, she has no idea what to do if she were to fight this thing alone. She’s also formulating a plan from Faye’s suggestion. It sounds pretty good, but she’s unsure about making such a request during a firefight. That concern, however, was slightly put to rest as Scarlett shot at the Titan with 50 caliber rounds, nowhere near enough to down it, but enough of an effort to make sure Amanda could safely retreat back to the 2nd floor, staggering her way as she climbed the stairs. Hopefully, she can call in the facility and bring in spare parts once this is over. Oh, golly does she need spare parts after the blows she received.

“Micheal, whatever you do. I suggest you do it quickly, I’m currently making a request to the office for an emergency compound to restrain this thing. Hopefully, they’ll respond quickly and give me the-”

She didn’t manage to finish her sentence as a blast of eldritch energy tore through the walls she was staggering through and almost killed her outright. It was only a split-second reaction from Amanda that saved her from being completely destroyed. The worst thing she experienced was a singe on the edge of her fingertips. “Motherfucker can fire shots too?!?” She complained, now getting incredibly desperate as the titan started looking for more targets to shoot its eldritch beam at.

It was at that point that Amanda realized Faye was still in the courtyard, busy fighting the beast as the TItan’s attention was focused on a retreating Amanda, but now, her eyes started turning, rearing their sights on the British woman. “Fuck! Faye, get out of there now!!!”

It was an act of desperation. But the android noticed some windows with a clear view of the courtyard, She broke it, and promptly threw her axe at the Titan. “Micheal! Do whatever it is you’re gonna do to the Titan now!”

But it could be too late. The titan was ready to swing its fists towards Faye, and Amanda hoped that her thrown axe would travel fast enough to impale itself to the Titan. Hopefully bringing some time for Faye to escape, however thin that hope might be.

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@Martian@King Cosmos

Madeleine only nodded to Morgana’s suggestions, although keeping the magic as generic as possible would be a little tricky. Sure her gun shoots pure bolts of mana, but her sword is a typical fire sword, a very powerful fire-imbued sword, but still just an elementally charged sword at the end of the day, she would need to be careful in how she would proceed with this if the situation turned south, which it would most likely happen. “I’ll try to use the gun as frequently as possible, my sword is pretty obviously imbued with fire magic so a counterspell just because of my sword would be a bit of an issue wouldn’t it?”

“Just prepare an invisibility spell or something, both of you. I’ll do the hard work in case things go south.” Madeleine further commanded, promptly walking towards the cultist compound with Morgana and Xaviron tailing the demoness.

As she reached the compound though, a weird feeling came across her, like a sort of internal red flag that allowed her to see where things might be going, and she had multiple red flags flaring up on her mind right now.

The compound’s seemingly empty, there’s no one to greet her, and there’s no activity within the compound at all. Almost like it’s deserted… but that wouldn’t be possible. If they are moving then the team would be notified of movement, and there’s no notification in the last 5 hours indicating such a thing.

“Hmmmmmm. Strange.” The demon said, before the shield spell she cast on herself just before the fight activated, and it’s not even on something small. She noticed that someone cast a life-draining curse and if it weren’t for her shield, her life force would be sapped until she killed the spellcaster. A spellcaster she noted hiding in the window on the wooden cabin on the left side of the lodge. And a spellcaster that got shot in the head as Madeleine aimed her gun true and fired a magical bolt.

“Well, Morgana. Seems like your English witches did teach them curses after all.” Madeleine commented, slowly moving into the compound and shooting mages that tried to curse her left and right.

~ Welcome to Sanctuary ~

@The Muse@PrinceAlexus

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Candra was relieved that she was not expelled from the group at least, and both Reya and Talie were pretty accommodating to the new arrival, She's also interested in the coming rock group's festival as well. She doesn't mention it frequently, but she was a bit of a rocker girl when she was in her teenage years, punk rock was a bit of a big thing back when she was busy studying for her finals and hoping to get a scholarship for her University. Literally everyone was sporting long hairstyles and teachers would often get mad whenever the boys started idealizing the American artists whose musical lyrics didn't suit the typical classroom environment they were striving for.

Ah, those good old days. But her reverie was quickly interrupted when Reya asked the woman a question.

"Did you just move here?"

"Well, kinda sorta. I'm a property developer you see, busy scouting out locations in the US to expand my company's portfolio. Really nothing special." She replied. Hopefully freeing Reya from sensing her other motives, even though she hasn't had much luck finding her family so far.

"So this... Vermillion Ablaze band. What kind of music do they play?" Candra asked Reya, curious as to the band itself. "I don't look like it, but I love rock music. When I was a teen rock music was the jam I play all day long on the radio, really annoyed my parents for a while haha!"

But her questioning was cut short when Talie handed Candra her business card.

"My card, if I can help let me know"

Candra haven't told her anything regarding her other family, so she was a bit confused when Talie offered her help and handed over her business card. The Indonesian woman looked for a bit before putting it in her breast pocket. "Thank you for your offer Talie. Although I'm not sure what kind of help you might think I need. Have we talked before?" Candra asked, looking a bit confused. "Sorry if that came off as crass, but I nonetheless appreciate your offer to help me acclimatize into the town."

~ Welcome to Sanctuary ~

@The Muse@PrinceAlexus

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The Indonesian woman thanked her for accepting the donation. "Just make sure to Email me the record of my transaction. I heard the IRS are pretty strict when it comes to donations like these." She said, bidding her goodbye and giving her a business card with her email on it. "I expect an email by tomorrow, and if that won't work, then I'll just arrive at the city hall and ask for the record myself. Thank you for your time."

And as efficiently and rapidly as she approached the woman, she disengaged and bid her goodbyes. "Well, that's taken care of." She said to herself, "Let's see what else I should do right now... This town seems pretty lively with this event going on, and I wouldn't like to make myself seem too aloof right now, so how about I just... approach someone and ask around? Not the first time I've done something like this, and probably won't be the last." She has done networking and socializing events like these so frequently it has become 2nd nature to her, even though she hated interacting with people she doesn't have a prior relationship with, it is admittedly a fact of life for a businesswoman like her at this point.

And in the admittedly awkward way Candra herself knows, she awkwardly shimmies into the table between Reya and Talie, awkwardly introducing herself in the best way she knows how. "Uhh, hello there!" She opens up. "Is this table open? I'm kinda new in town and I'm still adjusting my bearings a little bit. I'm Candrawati, but you can just call me Candra for short." The woman then outstretched her hand, a clear gesture in an effort to open herself up to the two women. "I heard there's a concert thing going on right? What band's playing right now?"

The woman hoped that her first impression was good enough, and it didn't scare away the two women into thinking she was just some freak or something. She's not from this town, heck, she's not from the country they live in, and the one thing she knows about America is that every region has a slightly different way of doing things, and she hopes that she absorbs enough knowledge about Sanctuary to not seem like an ass to everyone in this town. It would significantly complicate things if she did, especially her little mission of hers she's undertaking.

~ Welcome to Sanctuary ~

@The Muse

A black Alfa Romeo pulled into the parking lot near the festival site, the presence of the car making it stand out among the other, lesser vehicles the Italian car lorded over. The engine was killed off for the moment, and the door opened, revealing a woman wearing a black suit with blue outlines inside her suit. Her eyes darted around the festival site like a hawk, like a predator searching the forest above for her next prey, she didn't say much, looking around before pulling out her phone and nodding her head. "This seems like the correct location, although I wonder if I arrive too late." She pondered. "No matter, hopefully, the family should be here, this seems like a significant festival for a town this size."

The woman then walked into the festival, with all the grace and poise expected from the CEO of a large company, she always hated the fact that the new trend for CEOs is to look like the everyday person, it feels hypocritical to her to see someone dress so down to earth, yet treat their coworkers and employees like trash, might as well dress the part and treat their workers justly and rightfully. She can already see the stares, and she'll admit, she does look like someone from the high rises of New York or some well-off aristocrat strolling through some humble festival, but she's on a mission, and she will not stop until she sees it be completed.

She eyed the festival and quickly approached a brunette woman, a cursory look at American public records revealing that she is the secretary to the mayor, approaching her, the woman put her hands on the side of her chest and bowed. "Hello. Are you perhaps the secretary to the mayor?" She asked. "I would like to make a donation of some $ 1,500 dollars to the charity auction, I understand that the auction is over, but if you would be so kind as to accept this little donation, I would be eternally grateful."