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❝WE ALMOST REACHED DESTINATION. PREPARE TO JUMP IN FIVE, FOUR, THREE-- -- JERICHO? JERICHO!?❞ No time to waste. As soon as the doors of the aircraft opened and he held both hands around his parachute he jumped. Mario was way too excited to play ‘’soldier’’ once more.

 New Orleans, Louisiana. Home to one of the few that could pose a threat to Aeon’s rule and were still left standing; the witches. Spells of the defensive kind were placed all around it like a perimeter the machines could not reach-- -- those born without magic coursing through their veins could not breach. Calculations, however, revealed that during midnight, for just a split second, a hole in the barrier’s top would appear. And thus so the Maranzano Family exploited it. Upon equipping the parachute he began to align his body causing it to be more aerodynamic; causing him to dive with speed beyond an ordinary he should.  ❝Come on... Come on... Now!❞ He managed to open his parachute in the nick of time. A sigh of relief escaped him... only for it to turn into a gasp of surprise. The barrier closed and cut off his parachute causing him to plummet toward the ground. In time, he Ran the Red digital code within his body which caused him to fortify his body, resulting in him landing with a bent knee.

    The boy looked at his arms before his gaze went to his hands, it’s been so long since he stopped using weak illusions to make his old bruises, burns, and scars unseen. Though they were still clearly on him they are faded now, enough to proudly stop using magic to cover up and wear spring clothes that clearly showed his marks. 

  Before he thought to long to dwell negatively he made a small smile and looked up to the woman; with his smile got bigger, enough to even see his dimples.

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       — ✘⚉   This was quite unlike the woman it seemed - or so Abbie thought, maybe it wasn’t brooding as it looked but some kind of inner mind ritual or.. Perhaps she was just studying the papers before her with concentration. Abbie had become fond of sticking around the strange woman, and made it a slowly growing past habit to come hang out in her vicinity. For the moment though, soundless as their surrounding were though Abbie stood suddenly, her hands touching to the woman’s wrists–

During any other circumstance, Kaleena would have enjoyed the view on a day like this. It was already past noon, inching on towards nightfall, and the sky was painted with beautiful vivid colors; oranges, reds, and yellows blending together to bid the sun a final farewell until the following dawn. They loved this time of day the most, especially during the summer time. But it was hard to appreciate it while they were in such low spirits.

It had been another difficult day at home, with their father and brother seemingly more vicious than usual, enough that even their mother’s softness wasn’t enough to comfort her. They figured that they were lucky enough that it was only words thrown at her this time… but it didn’t make anything any better. Kaleena used to be able to try and ignore the snide comments and let them wash off of them, but with age grew a weariness and newfound difficulty that was somehow unexpected.

“Five against one?” the voice cut in through all the bullshit the thugs had been spewing to the stranger they had cornered, and quite frankly the moment Jeremiah had realized what was going on, he couldn’t just walk on as others were. Whatever was going on, he would certainly make sure it was ended, his need more than just an instinct even to people outside of his pack. And while he wasn’t necessarily the most intimidating as far as how big he was or how built.. there was absolutely no denying that Jeremiah had a presence about him, an intensity in his eyes that would make anybody smart enough second guess what they were doing.