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Here is the local Cherry Blossom Garden in the town. You can come here to see the different cherry trees or you can relax and enjoy the peace. The owner of this garden is Evangeline Night's grandfather, William Night. Any pressing questions you may have about the garden and its history can be taken up with his grand-daughter or the garden's caretakers.
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The Head Caretaker(s): Azalea Rose
The Minor Caretaker(s):
» Keeran Endswell Ando
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This is what the garden looks like.

A slim figure entered the gardens, one hand clutched to her chest, her head shifting side to side as if she were afraid of running in to something. Tilting her head back further, she checked behind her before moving further into the lovely area. The silence enveloped her and eventually the faint sounds of nature came through, comforting since she could barely smell the cherry blossoms. Her walk was quiet, a slight limp in her step, and her hand slowly travelled up her torso until she was stroking the stitching around her neck. She had no bookbag, no purse, not even a notepad. Only the clothes she wore, an inverted black- white school uniform and her black square frame glasses. After stroking her neck for a few moments her hand darted up to her lenses, adjusting him while she absently passed a male she hadn't noticed. Instead, she walked up to one of the nearby trees, gently caressing a group of buds that hung low; she had been using her left hand quite a lot.

She smiled at the flowers, an innocent shine coming to her two-toned orbs. She looked like she was about to nuzzle the little buds when there was a dull crack and a thump. She let out a sigh, her eyes darting down to the ground. Her ring finger had fallen off so she quickly swooped down, picking it up and straightening herself out again. There was a rustling in the trees that caused her to look up, a bird had landed on one of the branches. Her frown faded, shifting into a smile again when the bird hopped, causing the branch to shake. She giggled, cutting it short when a thin, pink petal fell on her nose. "Huh?" she murmured, crossing her eyes to look at it.

Myrna gasped at the unexpected voice, turning her body around quickly to face the male who spoke to her. The cherry blossom petal flew off her nose, falling instead to the ground. She blinked, her left hand shifting infront of her, gripping her right elbow; she held her finger in her right hand that was currently balled in a fist but the missing digit was obvious, white-grey flesh against black cloth. "U-uh, hello there. It really is nice here, I like the colors." she paused, glancing up at the twitchy little bird for a moment before returning her eyes to the equally quiet male. "The birds, too. They're pretty, huh? Nice singing voices. They tend to decay in flight positions which is kinda funny, they want to sore even in.. oh." she cut herself off, glancing down and to the side. She even brought her hand to her lip, it was obvious she was embarrased but she didn't blush in the slightest.

"S-sorry." she stammered, moving her hand to the back of her head. "I kinda rambled.. Uhm. How are you?" she asked, returning her hand to the crook of her elbow.

Myrna blinked, glancing the male over further as he spoke. "Rambling is an occasional relief? Huh, I'll have to remember that.." She trailed off as he continued, listening with an almost awed expression on her face. "Studying? I thought you went to the Academy. I mean, you don't look weird or anything. Uuh.. I'm fine!" She paused, again looking down as if she were embarassed, her cheeks doing nothing to show it. As he approached her head darted up, one of the stitches on her neck popping audiably from the rough movement. He held out his hand and she looked at it for a second before grabbing it and shaking gently. "I'm Myrna, same to you. What were you studying? ...More importantly, what is that?" her eyes darted to his headphones and she pulled her hand away, pointing at them to get her point across. "Is that popular or something?"

Myrna listened to him, her expression once again shifting towards awe. Her eyes seemed to waiver at the mention of the effects on a living body, a sad glow filling them. "Mage?.." she trailed off, obviously confused but she continued to listen. The idea of sound changing so much in the body struck a nerve, no pun intended. She felt nervous and afraid but ridiculously curious, the temptation high. She couldn't help but grin, putting the headphones over her ears. The affect they had threw her off, she really didn't think it would work..

As the sounds pulsed in her head, her smile grew softer and she felt her lids close partially but she didn't remember wanting to do that. Her fingers twitched as a smooth, light warmth enveloped her body and didn't cause her any fear, it was comforting and soft. Her hands opened, her finger falling to the dirt, but she didn't seem to care. Instead of caring, a thin veil of murky grey-blackness formed around her finger tips and slowly climbed along her body. It wasn't bad, judging by how she just seemed to giggle. She was covered in the film for a few moment before it bubbled out like a shield, quickly pulling away from her in one long string. It darted through the trees, vanishing after it left her. There was a silence in nature, a pause before a quiet mewl rang. The mewl sounded again, closer the second time, until a small kitten tumbled out from behind one of the trees. Its eyes were barely opened and it could easily fit in one's palm; it didn't look older than a week. The kitten came to her right foot, nuzzling her finger before mewling again. She glanced down at it and blinked, surprised plastered on her face.

"Poor thing.." she murmured, shaking her head slightly. "Left by it's mother, probably, or she would've been here too. I think there's more but they're too far gone to come forth, the birds and bugs are still quiet." she tutted twice before sliding the headphones down to her neck. "I don't think it's good for me to be relaxed or we'll have roadkill coming over to say hello. Not that I mind, buuut.." She kneeled down, scooping up the kitten and her finger. She slipped her finger in to the waist band of her skirt and brought the kitten up to her face. "Aren't you a cutie. I'll call you Faelyn.. Oh. Your a little male.." she turned her attention back to Razgriz, just tilting her head to look past the kitten. "I'm not good at boy names. What do you think I should call it?"

"Mhm. Animals are easy to wake up, humans? Noot so much.." Myrna murmured, cooing at the orange-tabby kitten. It opened its mouth as if it were going to yawn when it suddenly nippled her nose, the both of them squeaking in responce. "Nyah!" she yelped, tapping the kitten on the nose. Her eyes darted to Razgriz before shifting back to the kitten. "Bad Wallace. No biting." she grumbled matter-of-factly, shaking her finger like she was disciplining a child. She moved the kitten to her bust, cradling it with one arm while stroking its head and body with the other, willing it to go to sleep. "I think it fits. Do you think they'll let me keep him? He won't age, eat, defecate, or tear up anything too bad. Only has his milk-teeth and nubby claws; little bugger's bite still stings though.." she shook her head, her eyes crossing to stare at her nose. The tip had four little dots of what could be assumed as greenish-brown blood. "He will sleep like the dead though. Litera- oh. See?" As she spoke, Wallace had slowly started to fall asleep. It was obvious when he did, his entire body went completely limp and a faint grey-gold haze surrounded him. She shifted his limp corpse into one hand and held it towards her new 'friend', the tail hanging off her palm while his head rested on the raised tips of her fingers. "He'll wake up eventually, he still has his essence. That won't willingly depart. It can't. Hah. What do you think of him? Kind cute, eh?"

Myrna pulled the corpse-like Wallace back to her bust"Unless I pull his soul away it won't decay amd if I managed to bathe him without him trying to maul me half to death he won't smell either." She shook her head, glancing down at the undead kitten before returning her eyes back to Razgriz's. "True. He's like a living stuffed animal, a.. um.. damnit. I can't remember what the things are called. In stories, in-animate stuff like clay or metal, sometimes even flesh, are made into human or animal shapes and brought to life. Kind of like Frankenstein but not really, wizards use magic to make 'em. Ugh. Daaaaaaaaamn." She started off 'strong' but she quickly fell to a state of nearly mindless rambling, the creature she was trying to name lost from her thoughts at the moment. She sighed dejectedly, shaking her head again at her own foolishness. "I think of it later, I just know it. ...Well maybe I don't, but nonetheless." she trailed off again, her face showing her obvious irritation.

The thought of a hell hound made her cringe, fear welling up in her features; her eyes looked glassy and seemed to shake lightly. "I-I've never met a hell hound.." she stammered meekly, staring down at the ground for a moment before lifting her eyes again. "I d-don't that it would l-like me in the right ways. S-sorry, but dogs aren't very n-nice in my op-pinion." Her free arm moved up, her hand wrapping around her elbow as she crossed her arms over her chest. She quieted down for a moment before asking almost timidly, "Do you want to keep studying? I can leave you be. I was planning on walking somewhere else, not sure where though yet." She glanced around the gardens before continuing, still not quite looking at him yet. "We could walk around here a bit before deciding, if you wanted to come."

Love quietly entered the gardens, a frown pulling at the ends of his lips as he felt the light of the sun beating on his sensitive flesh. His right hand darted to the hem of his over-sized sweater where he gripped it gently for a moment before his fingers started to lightly rub the little voodoo doll that hung from his belt by a black satin strip. The comfort of the minature doll seemed to make the frown shift into a small smile as he walked. His vibrant yellow orbs glanced down at the handmade figure while he moved, the sudden voice of a female causing them to dart up. He froze, staring forward at the unknown male and female not too far ahead. He watched, somewhat interested, when the female suddenly bent over. 'Aww, she has a kitten. It's so tiny!' he thought, a little perturbed by how short the girl's skirt was. When she yanked her sock down his nose wrinkled but he didn't look away. His eyes trailed over her milky skin, quickly catching the dark scarring. 'Ouch.. A dog did that?' he thought, slowly moving closer so it was easier to listen in. He moved off to the males left, keeping him away from the females head and mostly out of her vision if she hadn't seen him already. He continued to move as she speaked, stopping when he was a few feet away from the two. It was there he waited silently, his wings down and his tail trailing limply behind him.


"Construct.. Yeah." Myrna mumbled, nodding in agreement. As he continued on, speaking well of hell hounds, she couldn't help but frown. Her vision seemed to be clouded by fear, she never noticed the waifish, feminine figure that entered the garden. "Griz. It doesn't matter if they're trained or not. They think I'm tasty and they like to bite." she shivered, shaking her head. She bent down, laying Wallace on the ground by her feet before pulling her left thigh-high sock down to her knee in one quickl motion. The soft flesh of her thigh was just as white as the rest of her body but seemed to stand out more. She jerked her knee inward, showing the outside portion of her thigh to Razgriz, still unaware of the stranger. An inch or so above her knee was the large outline triangle-like scar that seemed to wrap around to the back of her thigh. She tapped it, then tapped the back of her calf near her ankle. "Two different dogs bit me within a few days of eachother. I think it was a Russian Shepard here," she pointed at her thigh. "and one of those ankle-biters here." she bent further, pointing at her ankle. Looking up at him, she snorted. "Literal-EE!" she squeaked, jerking herself upright quickly. "Chickie, you scared me!" she yelped accusingly.

"And?" Love giggled, grinning mischievously.