MaraTwasHere
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“Come.” She nodded forward, her bangs falling into her face a bit. “There’s a Starbucks not too far away.” She led him a few blocks into a starbucks before ordering plain black coffee. “Buy what you like,” She said to him.
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She side stepped away, invading his arm with ease. “When we are the last two people alive and must re-populate the earth, and even then the chances of it happening are extremely low.” She looked at him over from the side of her eye. “Yes, most definitely a new-comer.” She decided aloud. “You look strong…” She said though her eyes stayed straight on his. “May I treat you to coffee? Perhaps you can help me.”
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She stopped before looking up at him with cold, nearly blank eyes. “I’m sorry, do you speak English? If anything I should think you’d be the one asking me for help.” She said to him, shamelessly scanning him though it seemed to be more of a calculation rather than a ‘check-out’.
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Today was Saturday. Today was the one day of the week Bonnie truly had to herself. Instead  of wearing her usual school uniform she wore a cream button up with a black collar and black skirt. Casual. She walked throughout the town to look into small shop windows as if she were really interested in what they had to offer. In all honesty she was looking for something to settle her mother’s wantings of proof that she had actually enjoyed herself on Saturday. With no tangible proof her mother was someone who quickly got suspicious. Jacksonville, to an outsider, looked pretty normal to any foreigner of the town but the locals knew well of the power the Zimbalti had, and often recognized the hitmans when they left the house. But since Bonnie worked on the ‘inside’ she was given only one glance before they moved along with their business.
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(Just make a post and work your way toward someone. 🙂 No pressure.)
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“Al, Vira, welcome to Oxford. Nothing much happens here other than the mild excitement of the servant children of the colleges warring against each other with mud balls, or the occasional Goblin stories. ‘Course I suppose your here for something of the college rather wandering through as you’d like me to think.” She crossed her arms, “‘Course I dunno if I wanna get involved yet with you. I heared witches can be real tricks-” She was interrupted by Hugo who was tugging on the invisible thread linking them, wandering over to the side of the roof still sniffing nosily in his fox form. “Hugh! Ow, that hurts. What’re you doing over there anyways?” She barked annoyed with him for putting physical pain on her from going too far away. Hugo looked back at her with his coal eyes. “Them peoples from the blimp arrived. A woman with dark hair and Lord Asriel. There’s also a new scent not too far off, but they all smell different from smoky soot of Oxford. I can’t tell ’em apart.”
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“Well, no matter what you’re planning on I’ve got to be getting home.” She sighed watching the sun slip beyond the horizon, making it twilight out. “Bye.” She stepped off the tree before landing on the ground below catching herself on the metal soles of her shoes. She turned away from the man and retreated back to society as she knew it–All firekin, and all annoyingly proud if she did say so herself. Pyralis sighed as she yawned while stretching. “And I thought for sure my blade was going to be soaked in my enemy’s blood today. I could almost feel it.” Blaise snorted. “The only thing you felt was the chill of the hybrid.” Hybrid. Hybrid. That’s what the golden eyed girl was, a hybrid from the two races. It made sense, didn’t it? Being able to bend both abilities were unheard of. Had a cold-one and a firekin actually come together to make a half-breed? It didn’t make sense. Especially if war was happening between the two races. “I can’t think about this now,” She admitted tiredly to herself. “Tomorrow, maybe,”
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Aradia watched the two before giggling. “Wow, ent today my lucky day? A witch and a blimp. It must be christmas.” She motioned over to Hugo who was slowly creeping toward the Vivian shyly with his nose to the ground as a fox. “Hello.” He said quietly to her, “I’m Hugo–Or Hugh, and this is Ari.” Aradia wiggled her fingers slightly. “You can call me Aradia or Ari. Who are you?”
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A look of wonder and thrill came to her eyes as he’d jumped upward, suspending himself in air upon her entry. “As we originally thought. You are a witch.” She smiled deviously as if she’d just discovered the holy grail. “So, what’s a witch like you got business in Oxford? I ent seen any of your kind around here since…well, I’ve never seen a witch in Oxford. Especially one that hid from little girls on the streets. Frightened, much?” She asked quirking a brow at him, not caring the odd look he gave her about her clothes as he wasn’t anyone who had authority over her.
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“He’s hiding?” She laughed when she seen him dart behind a air vent. “He ought to know better than to hide from one of the raga-muffings of Oxford.” She giggled before sliding behind a stone pillar. She darted across the small yard the blimp was coming down into the crowd of bushes before scaling the wall to the roof the witch boy had been hiding on. Hugh trotted toward them in fox form, his nose low to the ground as he sniffed right to there location. “Hello there! You ain’t from around here, are you?” She asked easily in her accent, stepping toward him shamelessly in her trousers, which was ultimately a disgrace for a woman along with the soot on one of her freckled cheeks from playing on the roof tops.
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Aradia jumped over the distances between roof-tops, slid down gutters and climbed up slanted roofs. “Ari!” She looked up to Hugo who’d been flying as falcon came to land down on her shoulder the size and shape of a mouse. “Look to the skies!” He squeaked in her ear, so she looked over the painted gold sky to see a black silhouette against the sun. “That ain’t no daemon, Hugh. Is that a…?” “A witch? Perhaps! Oh, Ari,I haven’t seen a witch in forever. How old were we when we first saw one?” Aradia frowned before flicking her daemon off, though he wheeled off landing into a persian cat, unfazed. “Come on, lets go take a look see. As far as I know their ain’t any witch clans in Oxford. It must’ve been a loner! Or maybe they’ve sent ’em to warn us of somethings. Come on,” She whispered excitedly running ahead to grab the drain pipe of one of the buildings and slide down. The blimp was coming down so big it covered just about all the landing dock with its shadow. And not far from it was the witch.
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The setting sun gleamed a burnt gold against the spires and domed roofs of Oxford, the University quiet save for the sounds of children hooting and hollering on the roof tops if you were lucky, and the sophisticated murmuring of the scholars with their daemons. Aradia wandered aimlessly across the flat-topped roof of her college she was staying in–she never called it home, even after seven years living there–with Hugo at her side as always. With a daemeon that always understood you how could you possibly ever feel alone? “Hugh, would ya look at that?” Asked the ginger, shoving her hands into the trousers that if her maid had seen she would have surely screamed like a mad-woman. “See what?” He asked, his thick European accent matching her’s. “That blimp, its landing here, do you suppose it belongs to someone important?”
He landed down onto her shoulder from where he’d been soaring through the air, folding his falcon wings just as he became 10 times smaller, changing into a small House Sparrow. “Shall we take a look see? I haven’t seen a blimp in ages.” He chirped, her excitement shown through him even if she did gaze at the landing blimp with lazy blue eyes. It was just a mask. Hugo was, after all, her daemon.
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Name: Aradia Pandita (Ari)
Age (18+ means daemon will have settled): 15
Gender (Daemon’s gender will be opposite): Female
Species (Ice bears do not have daemons): Not an Ice Bear
Looks:Light Auburn-orange hair, freckles on flesh, blue-gray eyes, average in height (5’6), long hair-ish.
Daemons name: Hugo (Hugh) Pandita
Daemon’s preferred form/settled form: Falcon, House Sparrow, fox, cat, ermine, (ect)
Back ground: Aradia’s father is in the North working as a scientist. The man never could be around his daughter after her Gyptian mother died on a pirate raid when she was eight. Aradia was then sent to her father’s collague’s to be looked after up until now. She and Hugh have been clamboring on the rooves of Oxford for seven years, playing ‘gobblers’ with the other Gyptian and Oprhaned kids.
Extra: Aradia is orphaned in a way of not having a parental guidance with her, but her father sends her a descent share of money so she is not quite poor.
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Name: Bonnie Zimbalti
Gang/Family: Zimbalti
Age: Sixteen
Looks: Long red-brown hair, quite short (5’3), bright green eyes, often seen in black school uniform.
Job: Torturer
Past: Bonnie’s mother was the one born from Zimabati blood, marrying a man who agreed to change his last name to match hers. Bonnie was born into a wealthy family as both of her parents were exceptionally wealthy, her mother being a part of the mafia and her father being a rich man who was too afraid to go against the mafia’s wills of marrying Bonnie’s mom. Bonnie attends a private school which is why she is frequently seen in her uniform (In the image), although she violates school dress code by wearing her white safety glove that protects her left arm from her pet bird. Bonnie is considered strange as she is quiet but not shy. In business with the mafia she is very efficient and professional even as a torturer, which blood and gore does not effect her whatsoever which is why she got the job as a torturer–Not too blood frenzied, but not a wussy either. Her father, who is a cowardly man, is frightened of his daughter while her mother is very proud of Bonnie. When Bonnie was twelve she went missing for a year. Her father suspects her mother did something to Bonnie because once she returned she even more so mafia-material.
Extra: Bonnie conceals weapons on her body wherever she goes, she sleeps a lot, while she is professional and very serious she is passionate and ruthless as well, When Bonnie was twelve she went missing for a year. Her father suspects her mother did something to Bonnie because once she returned she even more so mafia-material. She also has a pet owl called ‘Dwyer’ meaning “dark wise one”. Her nickname is “Sadist” or “Sadie” as she is the torturer.
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Varali frowned, edging away from the scene. “Come now, Oz, lets go somewhere a bit…quieter.” She led the tiger away who was feeding off the energies of the excited other beings. “Come, come,” She urged him heading back into the school. “Maybe I can find the alchemy classroom.”
