Araxie Scripture
Writing Mage
Rowan's Home

"Okay," Araxie said just before they teleported to Rowan's home. The poor music Mage seemed a bit ashamed and embarrassed about how messy his home was. Araxie thought it was kind of cute and was careful to not step on anything. "It's okay, Rowan. You act like my home is any better. You've seen my private study. Doesn't it always look like a tornado has wrecked havoc in there? Or how about my bedroom? Is that one any better? We're writers. We're bound to be a little messy."

Elisabeth Scarlet
Blood Superhuman
United Nations

Elisabeth waved her hand and smiled. She wanted to see this conversation between Marx and the Blocker. No need to prevent such an amusing conversation from occurring.

"No no, you go ahead."