Elisabeth Scarlet
Blood Superhuman
United Nations
Affected RP'ers: @AWA1997 and @Morzone

Elisabeth was about to argue with the Earth superhuman when Marx made his suggestion. She stared at him for a second. He had taken quite the interest in whomever the fire mage was. They had no information on the individual though. Perhaps Marx was looking for a rival. Elisabeth had to admit she was certainly curious about the identity of a blood mage. Nevertheless, Marx made a point.

"Fine," Elisabeth replied, obviously not pleased to not be going on a man hunt, but willing to make this compromise. "I see no downside to that option. Earth superhuman?" Elisabeth turned her attention to Dagan, still peeved enough at him to not refer to him by name.

Kora Lolita
Shadows Mage
On Vacation with Kritana
Affected RPers: @AWA1997

Kora smiled at watched Kritana, fascinated with him, though she wouldn't say it. She hopefully didn't have to. Kora had always hoped Kritana would notice her affection for him, but if he had, she had never seen him acknowledge it. Though, his taking a vacation could possibly be a signal. He was doing this for her after all. Kora squeezed Kritana's hand lightly, purely enjoying being this close to him. He was a sweet man when he wanted to be, but only Kora could really see it.

Araxie Scripture
Writer Mage
Rowan's Home
Affected RP'ers: @Morzone

Araxie smiled at Rowan softly. She sniffled a little and thought it over. Rowan was right. Humans would never be able to abandon the arts anyway. It was too much a part of their culture now. Maybe, instead of dissolving the war into further chaos, this would cause a branch for peace. She hoped so. She did not want this war to last long at all.

"Should we stop by my house next? Or just avoid it all together?" Araxie asked, "I don't mind either way."

Madder Hatter
??? Mage
New Orleans, Louisiana
Affected RPers: N/A

Madder felt an elation in his chest as he watched his audience become enamored with his lights show. But this was just the beginning. Madder spun, the lights twirling with him, dissolving all the various images formed. Now it was time to tell a story. Madder began to hum a tune, the story playing out in his head. He could remember Maddox telling him this story. It was about a man and a woman. As the story began, the lights created the images in his mind. A man, wearing a cape and a fedora, walks into a town. All the women in the town are instantly drawn to, the man famous for his charms and good times. However, he is not interested in any of the women that fling themselves at him. He is tired of this ease. The playboy requests a challenge. He soon receives it, when he receives word of the Flower of Virginia, the lady of the town who will take no suitor. The man is pleased and begins his pursuit. At first, none of his attempts to sway the woman work, but little by little, her resolves breaks. Madder smiles, seemingly dancing on thin air in time with the lights. People had begun to clap in the rhythm of his dance. Above him, the Flower of Virginia and the playboy begin to dance, the man has won and will now dedicate himself to her. Or so the lady thinks! Just as they are about to kiss, the man throws her away, the conquest having been achieved. He is no longer interested, and leaves, searching for his next prey. Gasps erupt across the crowd, the ending holding quite the surprise. The lights dissolve soon after and people applaud the show.

"Did you enjoy the story?" Madder asked, "Because I can assure you, there is more where that came from." Cheers answer Madder back, coaxing him on to perform more. Madder's eyes light up and he smiled broadly, glad to answer the requests for more.