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Jessabelle

Armistice - Near the Eastern Gate - 250 HP

Jessabelle remained silent during the time a few others were getting to know each other, casually listening to some of their conversations, but not interested enough to give her two cents. After some time had passed it seemed as though everyone arrived, the last being a man who looked like he'd been through hell and back, accompanied by what looked like guards who backed off once he joined the group. Her interest was short lived as she figured the man was simply another one of them, volunteering for his own stupid reasons just like the rest of them. Jessabelle paid no more mind to him once the speaker began to talk. 

She registered his words, agreed with some and not with others, overall caring little about what the man had said. She didn't expect him to keep the promise of protecting her family should something happen to her. The only one capable of protecting her sisters was her, and even that was up in the air as of late. Despite it, she assumed his words were to encourage those with uneasy hearts, but Jessabelle knew her heart was firm in her resolve. She wasn't planning on dying just yet, not when she still had so much to do in this life. As the man finished speaking and left, Jessabelle made no hesitation heading towards one of the wagons and climbing aboard. As she took a seat, she removed her bow and quiver from across her back, propping them up against her leg to make the ride more comfortable. She didn't care who came in to sit after her, so long as they didn't pester her.  As she waited for the others to join her, she allowed herself to be lost in her thoughts.

This mission was only the first of many things Jessabelle had planned to do. Finding her sisters was only at the top of the long list of things she needed to achieve... people she needed to find and have her back. Afterall, this was not what she was going down in history for. This was just going to be the stepping stone, the leverage to get her one step closer to her final goal.

The ones who had made her life a living hell, the ones who had made all the people in Sorei live in constant fear, she was going to take away what power they thought they had and use it to end them. To bring peace to the City again.

And by the time they figure out what I've done, it'll be far too late. she thought, a small smirk flashing upon her face.

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Azra - Public Roads - 250 HP

For fuck's sake... the Gods must hate me.

If the others could feel the air around her, it was sure to be ice cold as she sat silently, expressionless except for the deadliest glare she was currently aiming at the passing scenery. She had one leg crossed over the other, a hand trapped between them just in case she had the urge to hit a certain someone, and her other arm twirling a small coin between her fingers; a gesture that those who knew her meant she was agitated. 

Of all people to bump into, the Gods had happened to drop the one man she never wanted to see right before her. Even though he was sitting just across from her, the years apart were still between them and it made for a very bittersweet reunion. He was familiar and different and she really just wanted to hit him. Once and she would be satisfied... for the time being. But alas, she had to play nice. She just hoped her murderous intent wasn't being picked up by anyone else in the cart. 

Along the way, there had been small conversations in the past day or so, none of which she took part in. Her silence probably made the others uncomfortable, but it wasn't like she cared about that. One man spoke up again as they rode along, casually hinting his curiosity as to why everyone was there. 

"So... What the hell made you want to die so badly, eh?"

Nicholas was the first to speak, and her brown eyes flicked over to him as he did.

"Oh, nothing in particular. Only the prospect of fame, fortune and omnipotence. Not to mention the hundreds of women. You?"

She sighed softly. He hadn't changed. Jess didn't know how to feel about that. Another woman then, who was sitting right next to her, spoke up.

”Only a fool would wish for such things. Then again, you are a man, are you not?”

Jessabelle couldn't help but smirk at that, and the smile tugged at the corner of her lips. She leaned in closer to the woman's ear but spoke at a normal tone so those in the wagon could hear as well. 

"A fool, yes. A man? Well, that's up in the air right now." she'd say to her, Jessabelle's tone sounding more lighthearted than threatening for once. When she leaned away, her smile faded and her tone returned to a more serious one.

"I for one, don't plan on dying anytime soon." she said, looking back towards the scenery. "There are some people I need to protect. I don't get the luxury of death." she said as her eyes scanned the passing fields, wondering if her sisters were out there, safe.
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