Come come little rabbit.

[Lord Edward Darcia]

He folded the flower in his own hands, ripping the book apart that he had bought from an old book store. It had the oakum seal, and he did not care to what extent his troubles would get if he broke and tear it away the history of the vile enemy. He was actually in his most sanest prospect at the moment, and he was loving just the feel of the silky texture of the pages transform into his bouquet of flowers that he was creating.

His tongue gracing over his bottom lip as he just chuckled and placed the last flower that he was creating with extreme care. He was vastly disappointed at the cleanness of the air, the tranquil scenery that was around him. Was this a dream or was it a reality because he could not accept that his enemy had the better hand of it. It was true he did not care about his precious city, that was the reason why it was such a disaster.

But like his mood swings and the way that he was , he must say that his splendorous city was one to be proud of. Even the corruption of crime was something that he would boast about; he did not care for the population though. There were other matters that he was needed to attend, ones that involved wolves and the like. But how far would his adventure go that was the biggest question of all time, he wanted to know who would be victorious.

Biting his lips, he saw a woman pass by and stare at him as he threw the book beside him, his eyes closing to relax. The heat and the purist scenery where killing him. He needed a sight to see, he wanted to show to someone that he was not that bad as all legends about his family told. Though he was single, he had to say that he was longing for someone to give him company. Hearing the click of a plate, he opened his eyes and started to look at the woman who brought him potatoes and some soda.

He hated potatoes, why in the world was a food like that ever created though. He would have to ban it when he got home; he wanted none of that vile stuff. He was actually craving a nice piece of duck roasted with cherry tomatoes. Now that was food fit for a king. Turning back to the vase he sighed and wondered who he could give the wilted pages tat he had turned into something beautiful. Who would be worthy enough to carry them back home and set them out into the sun to cherish and hold forever?

Time to find Trouble, he breathed out and chuckled as he stood up and started to pace back and forth. Thinking wondering what will come to him.

[Breanne A Hayden]

Breanne, was in Atoria city picking something up for her aunt. Breanne was just 17 years old, she did not mind running out to get things for her aunt. She did all the things on the list, wind blow some as her long sliver white hair moved and then rested back around her neck. She had on a white dress with pink flowers on it. She had on a long coat on seeing how the whether was a little chilly.

Some where in her mind, she did not know why she had come here alone. Breanne walked down the side walk and stopped as she glance at a man on the other side of the street he was pacing. She titled her head as she looked over him quickly. She gasps as she looked at him why was he here. In Astoria city of all place, she guessed nobles where that way. A pale had moved to her hair as she looked down the street some as she made her way to the other side of the street.

She kept herself far from the man she found a table. She sat down and order something to drink, she glance back up at Lord Darcia. The man that had taken care of her who she knew as her father had been working in one Darcia lab she guess that who he was working for she could not be sure. She looked up at the woman as she place her drink on the table she smiled some as she thanked the woman. She sips the drink as she kept her eyes off him thinking it would be rude to stare at him.

[Lord Oakum]

And that was about when it happened. What happened exactly? Well it would seem that someone had chosen that particular moment to fall out of one of the “flying cars” that populated some of the cities in the modern world, landing smack dab on the wrong… or right side of a table to come out of it completely untouched by food or drink, but to send both of those things flying in the direction of a busily pacing man (Darcia).

Standing – nay, hopping to up to her feet, the… man? Woman? Brushed him/herself off. A mess of windblown, blond hair apparently decorated a fairly androgynous head, which in turn decorated an androgynous (but fairly muscular) body.

For someone who just fell a good five or so stories out of a flying vehicle, the woman certainly seemed to be doing well. Running a hand through her hair, she smoothed it back into place. For someone who made quite a scene entering, she certainly didn’t seem to pay much mind to the number of stares she received. “Yeah yeah, I’m fine, no need to worry, none of my bones are broken or anything.”

Just like that, most of the outdoor restaurant’s customers went back to what they were doing; having conversations about prices and taxes and other such things that were all equally uninteresting to anyone except those that were already discussing them.

Turning her attention the person that was perhaps the most victimized by her little spill, she spoke, “How’s your day going?”

[Lord Edward Darcia]

Darcia looked around at what had happened, a woman standing up as he dodged the food that was coming towards him and quirked his brow as he saw the unharmed woman . Shifting his eyes he saw a smaller woman and grinned, well a turn to something beautiful was at hand here. She was a trouble maker he had noticed by the look on her eyes, the way she stood herself on the side walk seemed to be like that of a noble.

Even though he was curious to know who she could be , and the reason why she was here standing in his presence was also making him anxious like a small child. He wanted to know what she was, and yet he could not be bold enough to ask her why she was being so daring. "May I ask my fair creatures"he said also talking to the girl who was sitting on the table, and who was also looking at him. " Who are you"he asked and walked a little closer to the one in the armor , god he was so humored at the moment what was wrong with him . He should be furious should he not.

But yet women always had a weak spot in a mans heart.