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The Hourglass Order

Wvysen Myranne

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Interactions: @Force and Fury Hugo, @Th3King0fChaosDesmond, The remainder of the pirate group, probably.

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Wvysen blinked as her group of five simply… appeared elsewhere, taking off her glasses to rub her eyes, just making sure she wasn’t seeing things. Nope, that was right. After the dark, stormy night, they had ended up in a… sunny, bright tower. Something about that didn’t check out right to her. Either some seriously strong teleportation just happened, or… some seriously strong temporal magic just happened. And either way, that was a sign that who they were speaking to was the genuine deal. The greatest mage of the day, perhaps ever.

...Moving on from her initial surprise, she raised her eyebrows at the paradigm’s tirade on crowns, laurels, and head mages. Well. She wasn’t entirely sure what she was expecting, but this wasn’t exactly it. They could push him out of power that easily..? Well, I guess politics is about a bit more than just magical power, even among mages, but still. It’s an honor to be among the chosen, even if it is… a pretty small group.

Right, so they were chosen to be his on the… weekends? Oh, by the Five, this was going to make balancing her homework so much harder, wasn’t it? Wvysen frowned at herself at that thought and shook her head. Based on what he was saying, this was a bit more important than homework anyways. When the choice was given, Wvysen weighed her options for a moment, but eventually, took a seat. She wouldn’t really be able to live with herself if she just walked out of an opportunity like this, and while there was undoubtedly a risk to the offer itself… it was one she had to accept. With most of the further chairs claimed while she was debating, Wvysen frowned, but ended up taking one somewhat closer to the Paradigm.

A raised eyebrow at the opening of portals, but Wvysen remained silent during the spiel. Obviously the Paradigm knew magic far beyond what she did, that wasn’t too surprising. A riverboat gambling house (Wvysen frowned. Gambling was a vice she did her utmost to avoid completely), a den of pirates (thieves and scoundrels…), and a house of a soon-to-be assassination. A stolen artifact and a riot, a hostage and emboldened pirates, and someone who could do immeasurable good… well, good and bad were a bit difficult to measure anyways, and- Not the time to pursue tangents, Myranne. Oh, so the teams were already chosen? That’s a bit surprising, I would figure that… well, I suppose he probably knows who will do best where.

Wvysen picked up her own paper to study it. So she was handling the pirates, huh? Her stomach dropped a bit, but she saw why soon enough. Isle d’Amoto… had she heard of that before? Right, pirate hideout, obviously. Ah! Right, it was right on the edge of the border between Arsica and Mycormi. Organizing against it was difficult, because any significant force headed that way might be seen as hostile to Mycormi, on top of the possibility of potential corrupt officials that could give the pirates warning, whether through Arsican officials, or, expanding on the Mycormi issue, any intercepted communication to explain an attack, or potential corrupt Mycormi officials. It was a situation her father had complained about on more than one occasion, though more to Wvysen's older brother than Wvysen herself.

Hm, was there anything in particular she needed to bring? She doubted it. She had her usual daily attires with her, meaning she should be good. Lets see… her team was Desmond, Benedetto, Ismet (oh. That’s a long name.), and… a bunch of other names, none of which Wvysen really recognized. This was certainly going to be an interesting group.

Almost at once, their group had erupted into concerns about the plan going forwards, namely about the lack of information, which Wvysen nodded about, rubbing her temple. Think, Wvysen, think. Pirates. She had studied this before. She just needed to think about shipping routes, and remember the flags, and what she had heard. After a moment, she spoke herself, though waiting for one of the men in the group to finish before saying her part. ”If we can spot the flag, I might know something about them, but chances are that you’re right. Pirates aren’t exactly a unified group, even in a den of them. The only common point they have between them is that they’re all scheming thieves on the run from the law. Apart from that, any other pirates are a rival in their businesses. Though I hesitate to really call it a business.” Hm… it wasn’t something she had herself, but it was likely something the Paradigm could retrieve without much difficulty… even if she did feel a bit awkward about asking it, she didn’t really have much of a choice in her options. Acquiring it in this short of a time span would be difficult, especially if it was still night back at the academy.

Working up the courage, she moved over to the Paradigm. ”Ah, it’s… not something I brought to the Academy myself, but a good tool for something like this, do you have a map of the shipping lanes between Arsica and Mycormi? Or, failing that, just a map including the two nations? …Uhm, and a pen, preferably. Sorry. I don’t mean to impose upon you, but I’m not all too sure if I can get something like that on the Academy this late at night. Or… if it is still night?” That last bit was more of a murmur to herself, Wvysen still a tad confused about the whole day/night situation with the tower being sunny and all. ”Ah- and I’ll need some paper, but I can, uhm, retrieve that myself. …and a pen, thinking about it. So I really just could use the map, if that’s alright.”

The Hourglass Order

Wvysen Myranne

Place: Perrence Student Dorms, Academy at large

Wvysen raised an eyebrow as she opened the letter informing her of the new student groups, then stretched, shaking her head. Ah well, she didn't really mind what group she was in. More importantly to her were the events of last night, which she was... not terribly up to date on. For many others, last night had been wild, whether one had been active in the partying and procession (which she had graciously turned down in favor of her studies), or... even more oddly, the three bloody assassination attempts that had gone on, apparently. Even holed up in her dorm like she had been, word spread like wildfire. With a sigh and a shrug, she shifted to put on her daily attire, aiming to go on her morning walk. Back in Arsica, she typically went jogging in the morning, but she noticed that gave her a few more odd looks here, and she preferred to kick up as few waves as possible here.

Walking around, there were a few things she noticed. A few details were clearer than others, but others... definitely weren't. The open areas around the academy seemed to have averaged out into a normal amount of activity, with no doubt a few people busy sleeping off hangovers from the previous nights party, and a few people out and about with the freedom of the day. With her Pocket Wvytch in her pocket, and meandering around the place, there were plenty of rumors ablaze in the academy. Three assassination attempts. Varying degrees of success, and with enough shifting points of view, Wvysen couldn't really get an accurate feel for the details, beyond merely who the targets were. All figures of importance, which wasn't too surprising.

While Wvysen so dearly wanted to just ignore the matter, that... probably wasn't the wisest idea. Three assassinations in the recent area, all on very important people, the same night of a triumphant party... there wasn't enough luck in the world for that to merely be a coincidence. For now, though, the information wasn't reliable enough for her to get much intel. Some people claimed to have personally been there to fight off the assassins, of course, but she knew better than to take that seriously (as did the friends of those claiming, usually). One assassination was successful, one almost was, but she didn't hear much about the third. Without the proper intel to make any decisions herself... Wvysen shook her head, deciding that her goal for the day would instead be to find those in her next group. First, Dorothea...

The Hourglass Order

Wvysen Myranne

Wvysen (Vie-sin) Myranne

”Marriage, warfare, politics, can’t a girl be left alone?”

17 | Female | Arsican(Perrench) | Nobility (Marquise) | 6.977

P E R S O N A L I T Y

❖ [Inquisitive]
❖ [Resigned]
❖ [Content]
❖ [Worried]
❖ [Cheerful Mask]

While worried about her family and their situation while she’s been sent away, Wvysen figures the best she can do for them at the moment would be to make the most of her opportunity and take the time to learn. She keeps herself content and upbeat, a façade she’s loathe to let drop, only falling when she’s engrossed in a task, or while she tosses and turns in her sleep. Perhaps not the best way to handle her problems, but one she’s decided to use, nonetheless. In short, the mask only drops when she doesn’t need to fake a good mood, or when she sleeps, and rarely else.

Her family’s position is not all there is to her, though. In truth, she’d prefer to remain as divorced as possible from the realm of politics, and be allowed to simply research magic. With the predictable and consistent nature of magic, she could spend her whole life looking into the correlations between the types, and the process by which it worked, and die content. While she’s learned a few things perhaps not too widely known, Wvysen is aware of how much she does not know, and plans to look into. Be it Chemical, Arcane, or even Temporal, she’s sure that there are concepts that can be brought over and applied between schools. After all, the nature of the gods is separate, but friendly, right? Why wouldn’t that apply to the five schools of magic?

C H A R A C T E R A P P E A R A N C E

Standing at 163 cm, Wvysen is neither terribly soft, nor terribly athletic, used to exercise, but never focused on it. Wvysen’s fashion is simple, but not plain. A red coat, with a brown button up blouse, white undershirt, and red bow on top, with a knee-length black skirt, stockings, and simple shoes on the bottom. While those aren’t her only clothes, those are the ones she prefers, only changing on the rare whim, or when there’s a pragmatic reason to swap.

She clearly takes good care of herself, between her smooth and silky hair, and clear skin. She prefers to either put her tail in two twintails, or allow it to mostly hang loose, with two smaller twintails hanging in front of her, reaching down about midway down her back either way. While there’s no real one feature that defines Wvysen, if she decided to do her hair up differently, go a day without her glasses, and walk about in a different outfit, one would not be faulted for not realizing exactly who she was. While she could be described as quite pretty, nothing about her is particularly notable. No birthmarks or scars, the oddest thing about her would be her fingers, showing her frequent use of them while she tinkers, perhaps a rather unexpected trait for the mage.

L A N G U A G E S

Avincian – Passable
Revidian – Fluent
Arsican – Fluent
Perrench – Near-Fluent

T H E G I F T

With an above average RAS of 6.977, Wvysen is just under the threshold of hitting that esteemed 7, something she is both annoyed about, and grateful for. On the one hand, being just under 7 was a bit annoying. On the other hand, she would prefer not to be eligible for the Legion of the Sacred Flame. With a natural aptitude in Binding magic, it may be a surprise to hear that it’s the class of magic she’s least interested in, instead choosing to focus her efforts primarily on Kinetic magic.

One trick that Wvysen discovered, and enjoys keeping to herself, is a quite reliable way to refill herself on magic when she pleases. That being the kinetic energy all around her: Gravity. Drawing kinetic energy from a projectile and letting it fall harmlessly to the ground is the basic of defending oneself with Kinetic magic, why let it fall at all? Gravity constantly pulls an object down. Thus, it can be drawn from for a consistent source of energy. Expanding on that little trick, it would be no surprise that Wvysen has a particular knack for telekinesis, drawing and giving objects energy as she pleases to shove them about, tending more towards precision than power. Though the subtleties of manipulating sounds escapes her at present, her control is impressive enough to have a grasp on liquids and gasses, and a lesser grasp on solids.

Contrasting her control over the finer points of kinetic magic, her secondary school of Magnetic is significantly more rudimentary. Initially looking into the school of magic both as one of the specialties of her teacher, and as a possible field that could assist her in other ways, Wvysen has yet to get too far into the school. At present, her progress is limited to the basics of manipulating a positive or negative charge into a target, attracting and repelling those charges, and… curiously, grounding for the specific purpose of repulse. She doesn’t much like the idea of chemical magic being able to manipulate her body, and as such, learning a defense against that seemed like a wise choice once she heard of it.

B A C K G R O U N D

Daughter of the Arsican marquis, Wvysen’s life was neither coddled nor terribly rough. A middle child, having an older brother and younger sister, the title wouldn’t immediately pass to Wvysen in the case of her parents’ death, but as a daughter, Wvysen is well aware of what her own typical role would be, and it’s one she’s not terribly enthusiastic about. Arsica being in the middle of Redivia as it is, the position is a tenuous one diplomatically, with both Perrence and Redivia wanting it for themselves, and a marquis’ duty is as important as ever.

Arsica is a rather odd place, Perrencian to be sure, but surrounded completely by Redivia, and the control over the territory only shifting in the past few centuries, it’s inevitable for the territory to be a mixture of the two cultures, leading to Wvysen’s command over the local dialect, the common tongue of the nobles, and both Redivian and Perrench. While perhaps neither the people nor the nobles have a particular urge for war, the territory of Perrence being in the midst of Redivia is an eyesore for the dominant coastal force, and almost a smug acquisition for the Wolf that was Perrence, and the tension is an undeniable scent on the wind.

Wvysen’s potential was discovered rather early in her life, and while schooling was a bit difficult to obtain in her family’s territory, it wasn’t impossible. And as such, her childhood was busy; A mixture of the duties of a noble and a marquis, on top of honing her skills as a potential future mage. This left, however, not much time for the more pragmatic skills, or even social ones, past those required for diplomacy. A lonely childhood, Wvysen didn’t mind much, seeing it as merely her duty, and never much craving friendship. While nothing tremendous, her skills were undoubtedly to the point that she would be sent to Ersand’Enise eventually, and sent away she was, before things got too politically tempestuous.

M O T I V A T I O N

Somewhat overwhelmed by the freedom afforded by the school, Wvysen is quite interested in learning what she can of her Gift. While her primary focus is in Kinetic, followed by a secondary in Magnetic, Wvysen is curious about what she can learn from all of the schools. And while knowing rationally that temporal magic is nothing more than a myth, there’s some part of Wvysen deep down that’s still curious as to whether something as fundamental as moments passing can be harnessed for magic.

When it comes to the future, Wvysen is rather uncertain of her plans. Her older brother is likely to inherit the marquis title, and while she fully expects herself and her sister to be the latest in a long history of political marriages throughout the realm, it’s not something she looks forward to. Truth be told, her ideal life would be being left alone to research and learn. However, she’s aware of the rather tempestuous political circumstances of her family, and worries about them while she’s safely away, and has resigned herself to the fact that her desires will likely be consumed by her duties.

I N V E N T O R Y

-Clockwork Collection: Wvysen’s personal hobby, she has a fascination with Kerremand’s mechanical contraptions, and it’s no surprise that she’d bring it with her to school. From windup toys, to clocks and pocket watches, you can almost always find Wvysen either tinkering with one, or with one nearby.

-Pocket Wvytch (Pronounced ‘Votch’): A particular matter of pride for Wvysen, and the most common object kept on her. It’s value is more sentimental than valuable, being a watch crafted by Wvysen after dissembling and reassembling clockwork throughout her youth, tinkered with and improved through the years. A silver pocket watch, with the face of the watch having the symbol of her house engraved in the background, and the back, a meaningless, but intricate symbol on the back, meant to invoke a feel of supernatural mystery than actually do anything. Besides the standard functions of a watch, she likes to use it as a focus for her Gift. While unnecessary for her casting, it’s a comfort for her to use, due to her near total knowledge of the properties of it, making it a reliable source of energy to draw a consistent amount from in certain fashions.

-Glasses: While the lens do serve as minor vision correction from a distance, Wvysen is more than capable of functioning without them. That said, she does like them, believing them to add a bit of ‘cute’ flair to her outfit. Curiously, they seem to be made of an odd crystal rather than glass, reflecting more akin to a prism than glass, but they still function as glasses.

S T R E N G T H S & S K I L L S

❖ Clockwork Tinkering: Perhaps not an engineer, but Wvysen has gleaned what she could from Kerremand clockwork, capable of repairing, dissembling, and reassembling clockwork constructs.
❖Intellect: A necessity for mages, Wvysen is particularly good at noting patterns, and while her memory isn’t perfect, it doesn’t take her much time to learn a new concept.
❖Polite
❖Observant
❖ Focused

W E A K N E S S E S & F L A W S

❖Fidgety
❖Easily Stressed
❖Socially Inept
❖Slow to trust
❖ Averse to combat

M I S C E L L A N E O U S

Faceclaim is Rin. Source for artwork: https://twitter.com/xtango3/status/1381026512988594176?s=20&t=7t3vppN9KMDwUuxhT_YSng

Curiously, while she holds a fear of chemical users manipulating the processes in her body, she has a passing interest in the concepts of meditation and mesmerism, one that might develop further should a reason come up to.
Text color: #a3183b

The Hourglass Order

Wvysen Myranne

Wvysen (Vie-sin) Myranne

”Marriage, warfare, politics, can’t a girl be left alone?”

17 | Female | Arsican(Perrench) | Nobility (Marquise) | 6.977

P E R S O N A L I T Y

❖ [Inquisitive]
❖ [Resigned]
❖ [Content]
❖ [Worried]
❖ [Cheerful Mask]

While worried about her family and their situation while she’s been sent away, Wvysen figures the best she can do for them at the moment would be to make the most of her opportunity and take the time to learn. She keeps herself content and upbeat, a façade she’s loathe to let drop, only falling when she’s engrossed in a task, or while she tosses and turns in her sleep. Perhaps not the best way to handle her problems, but one she’s decided to use, nonetheless. In short, the mask only drops when she doesn’t need to fake a good mood, or when she sleeps, and rarely else.

Her family’s position is not all there is to her, though. In truth, she’d prefer to remain as divorced as possible from the realm of politics, and be allowed to simply research magic. With the predictable and consistent nature of magic, she could spend her whole life looking into the correlations between the types, and the process by which it worked, and die content. While she’s learned a few things perhaps not too widely known, Wvysen is aware of how much she does not know, and plans to look into. Be it Chemical, Arcane, or even Temporal, she’s sure that there are concepts that can be brought over and applied between schools. After all, the nature of the gods is separate, but friendly, right? Why wouldn’t that apply to the five schools of magic?

C H A R A C T E R A P P E A R A N C E

Standing at 163 cm, Wvysen is neither terribly soft, nor terribly athletic, used to exercise, but never focused on it. Wvysen’s fashion is simple, but not plain. A red coat, with a brown button up blouse, white undershirt, and red bow on top, with a knee-length black skirt, stockings, and simple shoes on the bottom. While those aren’t her only clothes, those are the ones she prefers, only changing on the rare whim, or when there’s a pragmatic reason to swap.

She clearly takes good care of herself, between her smooth and silky hair, and clear skin. She prefers to either put her tail in two twintails, or allow it to mostly hang loose, with two smaller twintails hanging in front of her, reaching down about midway down her back either way. While there’s no real one feature that defines Wvysen, if she decided to do her hair up differently, go a day without her glasses, and walk about in a different outfit, one would not be faulted for not realizing exactly who she was. While she could be described as quite pretty, nothing about her is particularly notable. No birthmarks or scars, the oddest thing about her would be her fingers, showing her frequent use of them while she tinkers, perhaps a rather unexpected trait for the mage.

L A N G U A G E S

Avincian – Passable
Revidian – Fluent
Arsican – Fluent
Perrench – Near-Fluent

T H E G I F T

With an above average RAS of 6.977, Wvysen is just under the threshold of hitting that esteemed 7, something she is both annoyed about, and grateful for. On the one hand, being just under 7 was a bit annoying. On the other hand, she would prefer not to be eligible for the Legion of the Sacred Flame. With a natural aptitude in Binding magic, it may be a surprise to hear that it’s the class of magic she’s least interested in, instead choosing to focus her efforts primarily on Kinetic magic.

One trick that Wvysen discovered, and enjoys keeping to herself, is a quite reliable way to refill herself on magic when she pleases. That being the kinetic energy all around her: Gravity. Drawing kinetic energy from a projectile and letting it fall harmlessly to the ground is the basic of defending oneself with Kinetic magic, why let it fall at all? Gravity constantly pulls an object down. Thus, it can be drawn from for a consistent source of energy. Expanding on that little trick, it would be no surprise that Wvysen has a particular knack for telekinesis, drawing and giving objects energy as she pleases to shove them about, tending more towards precision than power. Though the subtleties of manipulating sounds escapes her at present, her control is impressive enough to have a grasp on liquids and gasses, and a lesser grasp on solids.

Contrasting her control over the finer points of kinetic magic, her secondary school of Magnetic is significantly more rudimentary. Initially looking into the school of magic both as one of the specialties of her teacher, and as a possible field that could assist her in other ways, Wvysen has yet to get too far into the school. At present, her progress is limited to the basics of manipulating a positive or negative charge into a target, attracting and repelling those charges, and… curiously, grounding for the specific purpose of repulse. She doesn’t much like the idea of chemical magic being able to manipulate her body, and as such, learning a defense against that seemed like a wise choice once she heard of it.

B A C K G R O U N D

Daughter of the Arsican marquis, Wvysen’s life was neither coddled nor terribly rough. A middle child, having an older brother and younger sister, the title wouldn’t immediately pass to Wvysen in the case of her parents’ death, but as a daughter, Wvysen is well aware of what her own typical role would be, and it’s one she’s not terribly enthusiastic about. Arsica being in the middle of Redivia as it is, the position is a tenuous one diplomatically, with both Perrence and Redivia wanting it for themselves, and a marquis’ duty is as important as ever.

Arsica is a rather odd place, Perrencian to be sure, but surrounded completely by Redivia, and the control over the territory only shifting in the past few centuries, it’s inevitable for the territory to be a mixture of the two cultures, leading to Wvysen’s command over the local dialect, the common tongue of the nobles, and both Redivian and Perrench. While perhaps neither the people nor the nobles have a particular urge for war, the territory of Perrence being in the midst of Redivia is an eyesore for the dominant coastal force, and almost a smug acquisition for the Wolf that was Perrence, and the tension is an undeniable scent on the wind.

Wvysen’s potential was discovered rather early in her life, and while schooling was a bit difficult to obtain in her family’s territory, it wasn’t impossible. And as such, her childhood was busy; A mixture of the duties of a noble and a marquis, on top of honing her skills as a potential future mage. This left, however, not much time for the more pragmatic skills, or even social ones, past those required for diplomacy. A lonely childhood, Wvysen didn’t mind much, seeing it as merely her duty, and never much craving friendship. While nothing tremendous, her skills were undoubtedly to the point that she would be sent to Ersand’Enise eventually, and sent away she was, before things got too politically tempestuous.

M O T I V A T I O N

Somewhat overwhelmed by the freedom afforded by the school, Wvysen is quite interested in learning what she can of her Gift. While her primary focus is in Kinetic, followed by a secondary in Magnetic, Wvysen is curious about what she can learn from all of the schools. And while knowing rationally that temporal magic is nothing more than a myth, there’s some part of Wvysen deep down that’s still curious as to whether something as fundamental as moments passing can be harnessed for magic.

When it comes to the future, Wvysen is rather uncertain of her plans. Her older brother is likely to inherit the marquis title, and while she fully expects herself and her sister to be the latest in a long history of political marriages throughout the realm, it’s not something she looks forward to. Truth be told, her ideal life would be being left alone to research and learn. However, she’s aware of the rather tempestuous political circumstances of her family, and worries about them while she’s safely away, and has resigned herself to the fact that her desires will likely be consumed by her duties.

I N V E N T O R Y

-Clockwork Collection: Wvysen’s personal hobby, she has a fascination with Kerremand’s mechanical contraptions, and it’s no surprise that she’d bring it with her to school. From windup toys, to clocks and pocket watches, you can almost always find Wvysen either tinkering with one, or with one nearby.

-Pocket Wvytch (Pronounced ‘Votch’): A particular matter of pride for Wvysen, and the most common object kept on her. It’s value is more sentimental than valuable, being a watch crafted by Wvysen after dissembling and reassembling clockwork throughout her youth, tinkered with and improved through the years. A silver pocket watch, with the face of the watch having the symbol of her house engraved in the background, and the back, a meaningless, but intricate symbol on the back, meant to invoke a feel of supernatural mystery than actually do anything. Besides the standard functions of a watch, she likes to use it as a focus for her Gift. While unnecessary for her casting, it’s a comfort for her to use, due to her near total knowledge of the properties of it, making it a reliable source of energy to draw a consistent amount from in certain fashions.

-Glasses: While the lens do serve as minor vision correction from a distance, Wvysen is more than capable of functioning without them. That said, she does like them, believing them to add a bit of ‘cute’ flair to her outfit. Curiously, they seem to be made of an odd crystal rather than glass, reflecting more akin to a prism than glass, but they still function as glasses.

S T R E N G T H S & S K I L L S

❖ Clockwork Tinkering: Perhaps not an engineer, but Wvysen has gleaned what she could from Kerremand clockwork, capable of repairing, dissembling, and reassembling clockwork constructs.
❖Intellect: A necessity for mages, Wvysen is particularly good at noting patterns, and while her memory isn’t perfect, it doesn’t take her much time to learn a new concept.
❖Polite
❖Observant
❖ Focused

W E A K N E S S E S & F L A W S

❖Fidgety
❖Easily Stressed
❖Socially Inept
❖Slow to trust
❖ Averse to combat

M I S C E L L A N E O U S

Faceclaim is Rin. Source for artwork: https://twitter.com/xtango3/status/1381026512988594176?s=20&t=7t3vppN9KMDwUuxhT_YSng

Curiously, while she holds a fear of chemical users manipulating the processes in her body, she has a passing interest in the concepts of meditation and mesmerism, one that might develop further should a reason come up to.

Haven for the Inhuman

Yus frowned, the wind rushing past her with... seemingly no source? The girl stepped into the room, closing it swiftly behind her, wincing as it made more noise than she had hoped for. A lounge of some kind... that sort of explained why the door had been opened, but didn't explain either the wind, or the door being open, but no one inside.

Though there was the nagging feeling in her that it could potentially still be a trap, Yus' curiousity was insatiable, and she stepped over cautiously, taking the note, and flipping it over to examine it, one hand fidgeting nervously as she shifted, reading the other side, assuming the other side indeed had... more text. She couldn't see any reason it wouldn't.

Haven for the Inhuman

I'm down
@RedXIII

Haven for the Inhuman

Bit shorter than I'd like, but does the job well enough, no point in overly fluffing it out.

Haven for the Inhuman

Yus glanced around the hallway, frowning. Hm, magic lamps of some kind. She debated for a moment whether to break it open to see what was inside or not, but that would probably attract too much attention, either from the other house-goers, or from... whatever else may, or may not, be present in the house. Right now, it was probably safest to just check out the rooms, maybe she could find out what these places were. Hopefully bedrooms, and hopefully enough of them for everyone. She wasn't really interested in sharing a room with someone.

And thus, she 'deduced' her best bet would just be to head over to the slightly ajar door, and carefully creak it open to peek inside, trying to get a view of the room without alerting whoever may or may not be inside, glancing around to get as much of a view of the room as she could, studying it as she slowly opened the door to try and avoid the hinges creaking, holding her breath to make as little noise as she possibly could. Was she being too paranoid? Perhaps, but paranoia was justified when most of the worlds population wanted you dead.

Haven for the Inhuman

Glancing around at the others who seemed to be entering the building, Yus' eyes widened at what appeared to be a lizard-person (A dragon, or something? Half-dragon? Nothing she had seen before) rather aggressively waving about the letter. Well, that was... sort of good news? She wasn't the only recipient, at least. After him came what looked to be a human, from what she could tell, but something about him seemed... off, not that she could place exactly what it was.

...damnit, she was trying to listen in on those two talking to each other, but between the lizard and the other guy, they were being loud enough that she couldn't pick up what they were saying. Grimacing internally, Yus' gaze flicked between the... everyone entering. Too many people here. And not enough, at the same time. Too many for her to be comfortable, but not enough for her to safely hide in. And as such, it was time for her to make her exit. ...well, from this room, anyways. As much as she'd like safety in numbers, she wasn't sure how much she really trusted anyone nearby, nor was she interested in socializing with her... peers at this point in time. Were they her peers? Perhaps they were similar in their pasts, if not appearances, but peers also implied a semblance of... familiarity, which didn't exist.

And so, hoping, praying she wasn't noticed, that no one tried to follow her, Yus slipped out of the West door near the stairs, aiming to explore the ground floors a bit.