♦ Marteria Highlands

@⚜ ♕ Emily Mei  It's just another rest day for Taeyeon as she got her day off from Ivory Press, now she could have a whole day resting and watching over the village she swore to protect. She was just resting at her queen-sized bed while eating some fruits that the villagers gave to her as a gratitude for saving a boy from bandits not too long ago. "Ah, what a day..." Just when she's about to close her eyes, she suddenly felt a spark within her body and her name getting called. "Oh -- who the hell called me?!" Then she felt a strong connection of that one person before making her left eye closed to transfer her sight through the series of cracks and shadows until she ended up under the hybrid's shadow.

"Yah... You're too loud..." She told while she became a shadowy blob within the hybrid's shadow, when the other didn't notice her. "Hey, Emily! Down here!" She waved her blobby hand so she could see.

@♦ Kim Taeyeon Emily made her way over to the highlands. She was surprised that her portal was able to help her get here even though she had not explored the area yet. On a mission to find her coworker, Taeyeon, Emily stroll around letting her orbs lead the way. She may had stolen a property of Taeyeon at work in order for her portal to work but heck, her magic has definitely gotten better since the blood moon. "Just how far does Taeyeon live....." She moves around. "TAEYEONNNNN!"

@♦ Parkha ¥✔ ( no worries~ )

This wasn't more of a contract than it was a personal vendetta. There were whispers of a savage creature slaughtering people in their own homes in a... familiar manner. Christopher knew what - or, /who/ - this demon was. It was one of many, of course, but the way it killed its victims and all of the information he's gathered thus far, it is most definitely one of those responsible for the decimation of his kingdom, of his home, of his family and friends. One the mage put the pieces together, he readied himself without a second to waste and took off into the night after receiving a cry for help via messenger pigeon. Which was a tactic that someone usually swayed to when they were trying to be discreet about their pleas, as if they were being watched or in a difficult situation. The person who wrote the letter claimed to be a simple farmer that was trying to tend to his family's cattle when half of the herd was slaughtered overnight on top of the other deaths in town that had similar grizzly scenes. The demon wasn't exactly discriminating - which... kudos, or whatever - however they were clearly had no shame in leaving clear trails. And now Vagabond is here, decked in all his gear with dual katanas strapped to his back. He would've made his move by now if it wasn't for the fact that there seemed to be some company. A electric chill broke through the air as the Lord of Shadows floats through the shadows before settling into a dark corner right in front of the stranger, who would be able to see nothing but a pair of glowing, iridescent eyes gleaming at them. 'My, my--' a voice filtered through the other's head telepathically, husky and a few notches above being baritone. '--Guess this little troublemaker's got enemies in all the wrong places, hm?'

( open )

"okay yerim, you can do this." she muttered as she spotted a good area where seems to be safe. the kingdom of humans, where humans thrive to live. she got the great place to practice her power, by the cliffs, usually lightning will appear when the plains are flat and emits positive and negative energy where the lightning will attract its conductor. she shakes her hands before she rubs it together, then a purple spark was created in between of her palms until it created a small ball of electricity. she groans a bit as she felt the electric grounding her hands before it suddenly exploded on her, she flew in a distance and bumped against the tree. yerim groaned and tries to get up but since the impact is too great, she just sat up and leaned against the trunk. "damn it, how can i control this...?" she muttered and sighed.

@♦ Christopher Bang (sorry it took so long)

Despite his social status if being reduced to a slave and owned by a demon, Parkha kept up with his true passion and job- slaying monsters left and right. Under Heleo's nose. Because he couldn't kill his coworker or the one who owns him, he put all his anger out of the poor damned souls that crossed his blade. Dressed all black, carrying a katana, a few daggers and a pistol loaded with poisoned sliver bullets, Parkha was sent out on a mission to the Human land. He heard that a dangerous lesser wild demon was recking havoic and terrorizing mankind. It was up to Parkha to take the demon down. He stood high above a rundown building roof top waiting for the demon to take the trap he set up pior of night falling.

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@♅ Zhang Yixing She was calm amidst the commotion made in the place they called a palace. Her presence is there but no one can see her, or even notice her existence. she walked to a chamber passing the guards quite easily and found the one she had been looking for. She stared at the man with the blindfold around his head, with a stick on his lap. He was sitting in his chamber quietly yet Yoon-Jung can sense that all he felt is worries and fear. Yoonjung dance around in boredom and ended up on his bed looking at him. of course, without him knowing probably. Not because of the fact that he cannot see. No humans can see her unless she chose to be, unless babies or humans with great spirituality. "hmm poor you" She takes out a little card from her pocket with his name on it. That's two days from now on. She has seen this soul before but only from far. The man named Zhang Yixing.

(I made a drabble. Not a starter but it's supposed to be a since on how parkha is/was a high ranked monster slayer and how he was captured.)

It had been any other day. Sky was dark, painted with grey dense clouds that threatened a storm ahead. Typically in the morning I usually am up before the sun could even rise however I slept in due to over exhaustion from the day before. I could barely fall asleep on my own so I had a small medicine to knock me out. My dreams are the same night to night and so vivid. It starts out with me slaying some sort of creature. That’s the only thing that does change. When I’m covered with the body fluids of the fallen creature, I am then swallowed up by an unknown entity. I find myself drowning in endless darkness with my name being shouted by my parents. It’s faint but I still hear the screams. I’m jolted awake and quickly sat up wrapped in my covers with the alarm blurring in my ear. Lazily, I pushed away my long black strands from my face then tied it up in a sloppy ponytail.

I stagger downstairs. People are talking softly as they share their stories of past missions. My eyes rolled as they spoke with a sense of arrogance. I couldn’t stand the young foolish agents of the task force. While the small crackling of meat cooking in a sauce pan and the clanks of dishware mixed with the chatter, my hearing at the moment was overwhelmed. I ignored others trying to get my attention as I walked towards the coffee pot. I roasted fresh java beans and waited for the machine to do its work. The toaster popped cause my head to turn quickly to the now piece of toast popping from its once heated prison. In my head, I was still in dream mode. It had triggered an alert from my trained senses. Why was I ready to fight a piece of toast? The thought alone honestly made a soft but quite airy chuckle exhaling from my nose. Pushing my way through the two trainees, I scoffed as they were in the way from the cupboard. Seriously… you have to block everything but yourself… I grabbed a dark green mug from the shelf then closed the pantry. Finally pouring the dark roasted coffee inside the mug, I took a sip in relief as it finally calmed down my nerves.

The cell in my sweats started to chime letting me know I had a message to read. As I walked away from the kitchen into the task office, I whipped out my phone using my free hand. Occasionally taking sips from the hot liquid in my other hand. I read the message, sometimes flicking my eyes up to see the oncoming traffic in case my path wasn’t clear.

‘You will now be assigned a team and you are the leader. Report to the training court in ten minutes.’ I furrowed my brows at this. More so had a face in disgust. I haven’t had a team since I graduated from the force with honors- no less. They will truly set me back. My parents are the top chefs and high ranking monster slayers. Of course I am to follow in their footsteps and being on a team would only slow me down. I have to talk to the general about this. It has to be some sort of mistake. Taking a sigh, I reroute myself to make my way to the training grounds. While on my way there, I tried to make sense of this situation. More so, I tried to figure out who would be under my supervision. … It’s going to be those in rank six. They have the lowest numbers and not to mention at least five citizen casualties and two deaths within the rank. No leader or trainer is able to train the lowest rank as they all quit in the end.

I finally approached the general with a stern and fixed temper. “Sir, with all due respect, why do I have to have a team? You’ve seen how I work and I have the highest numbers in my cabin-”
“Parkha. You’re the most self-centered, impulsive, cynical, self-indulgent, uncooperative and spoiled individual. Treat this like a challenge to fix your obsessive cocky behavior.”
The General’s words stung unlike any venom could. I felt the need to defend myself. “But Sir-”
The next feeling I felt was the sting hitting my cheek with force that moved my head away from the direction where I got hit. It was more of a shock that I had been hit by an elder. I held my cheek and fell quiet.
“Not another word Jongyeon. Fix yourself. Your team is near.”
And there they were, a small team of four stood in front of me. I composed myself and straightened up. Clearly still in a state of shock, I took a sigh. A sigh of light frustration as I recognized the agents before me.

Over the course of three weeks and intensive training, we were assigned our first mission as a team. The target was a rogue wolf-kitsune hybrid that terrorized villages nearby. Easy task I’d say as the creature fell right into our trap. I didn’t even need to lift a finger as I watched my squad take down the savage creature alone. I stared directly into its eyes as I watched the life force slowly drain from it. With my small scythe I kneeled down as I started to crave out the light purple irises and placed them in a jar. I dissected its canine teeth with an easy yank at the gums. Finally cut open the flesh covered fur on its chest. I dove my hand into the entrails of the beast for its heart then placed it in a different jar. “General would love to see this. Come on. We have a long night ahead of us.”

The squad somehow got better and better over the next month. Maybe I was wrong about them. Until it came to that night. The hard work had got the better of them as they were so wrapped up in their head they developed a sense of more arrogance. They went above my head after I sense things going horribly wrong the more we pursue this high classed demon.
“Hey! It’s a trap. Retreat and we can replan tomorrow.” I warned. Yet they didn’t listen. “Fools! Come back and regroup now damnit. I am your leader.”
“No, you are a coward.” One of the squad members spat back. The sky darken and the roar of thunder rang through my ears creating more of a dramatic scene ahead. I scoffed. I couldn’t let my fellow mates die. It wouldn’t look good on my reputation.
As I called it, we were surrounded. Hellish minions stalked us in the endless abyss of the dense forest. Even with our trained skills and equipment, we were outmatched by fiends. We took out five impish demons. One squad member was cut in half and laid lifelessly next to my feet. Next came another wave of five, ones bigger and tougher than the last. Two more of my mates were lost in the chaos. I roared with anger as I took out the last one. With my blade shoving down its throat then retracted it. I looked towards my last comrade as he was barely alive and holding on. I heard feet breaking branches and twigs on the wood ground. A powerful aura followed. My eyes widened at the demon displaying a mocking and crepted smile as it approached me, stomping on my fallen mate’s chest and ending his life right there.
“Back, you fiend.” I scowled as I pointed my blade towards the slow taunting creature. I was covered and stained in blood from my head to toe. My face is painted in dark wine red. The mess of my hair framed my face.
“Now now,” Said the demon as he strode towards me. “What an effort you have. Warning your little squad about the trap I set. Clearly they should’ve listened to you. What a shame…” The demon smiled simply and I drove my sword towards him. Yet he disappeared behind me and placed his hand around my throat. I was choked as I was lifted from the ground. I dropped my blade to try and fight for breath. The demon then held one of my arms out and spoke into my ear.
“You’re the one always collecting items from the creature you slay,” He began. My legs and feet kicked while I tried to pry myself from his grasp. I can feel my life slipping away. “You’re a feisty one. Really beautiful as well. I wonder how much I’ll get to sell a pretty monster slayer like you in the market…” I felt my body go limp and darkness soon swallowed me. Like my dreams.

I awoke in a scared jump. My vision was dark. All I saw was black and a dim lit room across from me. I moved my hand only to find it in chains. I yanked on it. The sound of clinking echoed through the cold empty room. I looked down to see my ankles also shackled. There was a small window in the near end of the room with bars. My clothing was torn and all my weapons... my gear, gone. I was stripped of everything I had and I knew from that day on forward, it was best to work alone. I became a slave as a result of the arrogant and cocky task force that brought me down.

“Idiots. Make me a slave. Get yourself killed. Foolish ing idiots.”