Araxie Scripture
Writing Mage
Rowan's Home
Affected RPers: @Morzone

As Araxie moved almost in a daze around Rowan's house, she noticed Rowan sitting, staring at a sheet of music. The sadness that flickered in his eyes could not be denied. Guilt shot through Araxie like an arrow. She couldn't make him do this. Araxie took a shaky breath. This was her fault, so she had to face the consequences of it alone. She'd have to push Rowan away. Araxie nodded to herself and walked into the room with Rowan.

"Look at you, all touchy feely with that music sheet. It's just some dumb scribbles on paper, get over it. You can just replace it with something later. If you're sad over something as stupid as that then you'll never survive on the road with me. And given you're such a pansy I guess it'll be a load off my shoulders anyway." Each insult that passed Araxie's lips was another twist of the knife she had lodged in her heart the second she had decided to leave Rowan behind. But it was easy for someone who knew Araxie as well as Rowan did that this was just a front, that Araxie was trying to push him away even though she really didn't want to. The way she gripped the bag he gave her, tight yet careful not to hurt it, was the best indication of this. But this was far from the only indicator. The way Araxie would not make eye contact with Rowan, the way her lips quivered as she paused between statements, and the shakiness of her breaths all pointed to her false actions.

Elisabeth Scarlet
Blood Superhuman
United Nations

"I know my own limits. They are to be respected and in time, with proper training, they can be raised. What you are thinking of is rules. Limits should never be disrespected. I would prefer not to kill myself before I got the chance to encounter a Mage," Elisabeth said quietly.

Jude Audrey
Fate Mage
Giza, Egypt
Affected RPers: @Neo Emolga

"Are you in any need of assistance, Life?" Jude asked, seemingly having appeared from nowhere.