Sister Thread | OOC | Interest Check | Sign-ups Additional GMs Old Sovereign Tsu Zodiacs. Once living beings like us, these souls have existed in our world only to have met their fate abruptly. However, death wasn't the end. Denied their final rest, they were forced to reside within a nightmarish realm they call 'Limbo'. This land challenged their very sanity and understanding of reality, like a dream you can never wake from. If they succumbed to Limbo's harsh reality, they would quickly descend into pure madness, thus becoming a hollow of their former selves. Power through it with sheer willpower and they'll remain to their cursed fate. In order to keep their soul lit among a world of darkness, they've placed themselves inside of living humans, thus granting the humans supernatural abilities in favor for their raw life-force and worldly deeds. Not every Zodiac was the same. Vile Zodiacs gave birth to vile Hosts. Early history dubbed their actions as 'black magic', and 'witchcraft', which eventually buried the truth about the existence of Zodiacs. It wasn't until recent decades that the existence of Zodiacs surfaced, and with them, hollows. Heroic hosts worked together with a top-secret organization to suppress them, and for a while it worked. Unfortunately, their time has passed, and now an even darker threat looms over the horizon: the Tarocchi. | Morning | | Monday | Two days remain in the Morning phase. Loose Summer leaves danced at the mercy of the passing wind. The bright sun cast down it's rays on the city of Providence in Rhode Island. It was a perfect balance of urban and rural in the area, giving many people reasons to live in the vicinity. Every morning was routine for the populace. Get up, get dressed, go to work. Those not ready for the daily grind instead practiced for it at the various schools located throughout the city. moreso, there was the soothing melody of birds and civilization that kept the city's charm. Little did the general population know, they were being robbed right in plain sight. Just like that, an unnaturally strong burst of air whizzed by a group of passing shoppers, leaving them flabbergasted in it's wake. As the door to a nearby bakery swung open for a potential customer, that same gust blasted by the person and made its way into the shop. What suddenly appeared at the display counter was Camilla, a young girl with a big appetite. "Whoa, buttermilk muffins?!" The girl practically smashed her face against the toasty glass which displayed the daily specials. "Oatmeal cookies too?!" Camilla's sudden appearance wasn't that obvious. Her presence was barely noticeable as it were. The sight of recently baked food triggered a needy growl from within. Mondays were the best to hit up the bakery store. She didn't know why, and she didn't care either. "You can have our cookies bundled with any larger order now." stated one of the baking employees from behind the counter. He greeted her with a homely smile that was sure to make sales. "Jordan, who are you talking to?" asked a fellow employee. As he reopened his eyes and dropped his smile, Camilla was gone. What remained was a faint gust that trailed outside. "Wait, wasn't there-.." That kid just now.. am I going crazy? Camilla giggled as she deposited the cash register's money in her pocket and took a bite of her cookie. The gas station three blocks down from the baker's shop was far enough that they wouldn't find her should they try looking. She was sitting cross-legged on the ground and observing the different cars coming and going. The smell of gasoline was strange but Camilla liked it regardless. With her ragged and dirty clothes, it was easy to write her off as another beggar people could ignore, so nobody really told her to leave. Two children raced towards the store with their mother desperately trying to catch up. As Camilla readied another bite, she locked eyes with the children and immediately looked off in another direction. In her field of vision was a man sprinting like his life counted on it. His clothes were ripped in some places, like he had been in a fight with a ferocious animal. "Fuck, get away from me!" The man ran through the gas pumps and cut one of the tubes with a hidden weapon, spewing petrol all over the cement. Another second later and the spraying fuel ignited into a large ball of flame. There wasn't much time before every single pump exploded in near perfect unison and the flames swallowed the entire gas station. An additional figure landed atop a neighboring building overlooking the gas fire. His cloak flowed against the the heated wind and left behind a mist-like trail. His gloved hand reached up to press a transmit button linked to his facial mask. "I got him, he's headed southeast through the apartment complex. He.. left quite a mess back here, Damian. I'm keeping up the pursuit." The man cranked a 180 and continued his chase of the escaping man from the rooftops. Down below, the suspect who somehow caused the accident made his way through narrow alleys and into a car parking building just nearby. "You are not the police!" shouted the escaping man. Just behind him was the cloaked figure who pursued him. The chase slowed down inside that parking building. Unknown to the escaping man, a second pursuer was closing in to end the chase.