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Good Magic: Arcenciel, Bentley, Jez
Bad Magic: Malcom, Salem, Helvetica
Hunters: Francis, Jessica, Zack
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_The lonely ville of Elanore is home to a small population of human beings whom all know and tolerate one another. Their quaint little town has been far from peaceful as it is home to several families whom possess magical powers. They together called Magical Folk, but as preferred, females are Witches and males are Wizards. Some can be very powerful, some can be very evil, but some can be very weak, and some can be very kind. The rate of evil over the years has grown to the point where there are some that stalk on the very edge of its path, reaching only a sort of evil that is faint. These are called Troubled Witches or Wizards, and they still can be saved, if one is willing. Sadly, the good have been unable to save them as humans continue to hunt and kill Magical Folk without discrimination of their heart.
_A tradition where young Magical Folk leave home at the age of 13 to find their place in the world continues still, despite the troubles this said world. The tradition has been altered slightly for the safety of these young Magical folk, making it so that they must travel in packs of three or four instead of heading alone to a new town free of Magical Folk and can only leave when their parents deem them ready instead of when they turn thirteen. Today, three young Magic Folk will leave their town Elanore to pursue what they love and strengthen their powers, using them for good and proving to human kind that Magical Folk can help and not simply hurt the world. Ironically, the young Witch making her way to the agreed meeting spot, which was their leader's home, was a former Troubled Witch. She was of the few who were able to turn, though she still seems to uphold some of her past traits.
_She had long red hair and a silky red dress that stopped at the top of her knees and fluttered outwards while it tightened around her small, perky chest. Her gloves and boots were the same color, long and shiny in the setting velvet red sun, one gloved hand wrapped around her bag while her other held mother's old broom loosely. She walked with large and quick strides towards the house while her hair flowed behind her, which was the amazingly the same exact color as her clothes. The hat on her head was something of a trademark, because it was considered an insult to wear clothes that humans thought of for the Magical Folk. Her hat was large and pointy, silky and, again, the same color as the rest of her attire. Looking under her well-kept and fluffy bangs beneath her hat were two round yet sinister eyes... of the same beautifully odd shade of red!
_"Mom, I'm heading inside!" she shouted a bit late. Her mother was the complete opposite of her, timid and slumped over with mixed match clothing loosely hung on her body. Fixing her lopsided glasses, she called back, "O-okay...! I'll come in when I'm... done...! With these calls..." She watched as her daughter waved her off and barged through the front door of her leader's home. Sighing, she went back to her out of date flipped cell phone, stating the directions of the house for the rest of her and her daughter's current location. She couldn't help but to smile, however, how happy her daughter was now without causing terror to the whole town. In that moment, she began to hyperventilate while her younger brother tried to calm her down.
_The exTroublemaker drops her things by the door, leaving it open, and makes herself at home by jumping over the counter to the kitchen. She grabs a nearby half-eaten apple and takes a big bite of it, calling, "BEEEEEENNNTLLEEEEEYYYYY...!!" When the boy came into the room, halfway into a heart attack, she hopped off the counter and posed with her hands in the air, including the apple. She said with her most extravagant voice, "Arcenciel... has arrive~<3"
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Bentley was a tall lad with braided pink hair that swung carefully behind his knees. He wore a black collared shirt over a white T-shirt with white washed jeans, looking nothing like the Senior ranking Wizard that he was. He lived alone in a small house in the small town, fitting in very well for his kind. He had been assigned to take care of a pair of witches that would need special attention when leaving their homes. It was required not only by the Magical Folk but also by the humans. They didn't want the two young witches causing unnecessary messes because they didn't know what they were doing. Even after getting to know the witches very well, he had yet to grown use to Arcenciel's habit of announcing herself, and he patted his chest to check his heart was still beating.
After sighing heavily, he asked, "You still want to be killing me, yes? I thought you got past that by this day." He smirked, crossing his arms and looking her over, "I told you not to wear hat and you did. I expect no else from you, sweet Arcenciel." His eyes suddenly narrowed as he walked closer to the young Witch. He placed his hand roughly on her neck and turned her head with his other by tugging on her chin. Letting go in disgust, he shouted, "What is this?! More kissing marks on the neck?! Which boy is it being this time? Peter? Jimmy? I will kill for your mother if it is that boy with the ring shoved up his nose, once again! I know! I know he not learn his lesson yet!"

(I'm not sure if I'll keep the bad grammar. It might be inaccurate. ;_;)
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(bad grammer bad p_q)

A disturbance in the color of sunset could be seen from a distance and anyone that was out enjoying the evening could pick up the bright blue buggy that was making it's way up the road. Inside was a middle classed family that was almost made entirely of humans. The parents and their youngest son were humans, but their daughter was a witch. It was unusal, and easy to see, that the daughter wasn't their own because of her incapability to control her powers and the fact that she looked nothing like her care takers. No one was really told of why the family would even adopt her but thankfully for them the rumors didn't last very long. The car rolled up beside the curb before stopping and placed in park. The mother, who was sitting in the passenger seat, opened her door to get out. From the inside you could hear both the girl and the youngest son bouncing up and down chanting "Are we there yet, are we there yet!!" repeatedly. She quickly shut the door, the look of exhaustion could be seen on her face, and she immediately took out a smoke. When she did she quickly moved away from the car because her adopted daughter was highly sensitive to the cigarette smoke.

"We are here guys, you can stop that racket now," The father chuckled as he left the car, walked to the other side, and opened the back door finishing with "Carefully getting out Jezebella." The first to step out was Jezebella; the adopted daughter. As she stood up a dress too detailed to describe fell and billowed out entirely past the knees. She quickly fixed her long, thick, bushy, and wavey white hair that was tinted a blueish green and dusted off her dress. She was clutching a elegantly decorated broom in one hand and the strap to her back pack, which was tightly secured on her back, in the other. Jezebella looked forward with soft bright blue eyes and a sweet smile on her face ready and excited to finally leave the nest. She turned to her left to look at her mother who smiled and waved her off not wanting to be bothered with good byes. Jezebella didnt mind though, she knew that her mother was bad at those kinds of things. She gave a quick hug to her father who was going on and on about "being careful" and "dont talk to strangers and "do you have everything" and all that jazz. Jezebella was mostly tuning him out since he had been doing it the entire ride to the hosue.

"Jezebella...." The little brother came up to her tugging at her dress. She turned to him and looked down at him with a smile.
"Yeah?" She asks looking at him.
"Make sure to write kay?" he tells her returning the smile.
"Jezebella promises!" She giggles taking his pinky into hers. Happy with his sisters words the brother nodded and the two hugged tightly before he ran off to go play with friends. Turning back the house she confidently strides up the door and knocks loudly on the frame. "HEEEELLOOOO!!" She shouts a bit too loudly, "Jeze- op! I mean....I'm coming in!" She giggles at her mistake dropping her broom off at the door and skips into the kitchen. "Arrrrrcy! Bent!" She waves at the rushes over to hug them both. "When are we leaving! Jez is excited to be going on her own." She blurts out happily speaking in third person. "Oh! but Jezebella wont be on her own! She has older sister Arcy and older brother Bent with her!" She exclaims.
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[I think it's cute. xD I did research, you're not too off the mark, Poet. Those are some common mistakes! Hahaha!]

_"It was Enrique," Arcenciel replied saucily to Bentley. She loved watching him turn red from anger and embarrassment, but she had to attend to one of the few of her own sex she actually tolerated, and dare she day it, cared for. Turning to Jezebella, she gave a thumbs up and grinned, "We sure will be! We're going to take good care of you, kid." She walked over to her bag, which was a dark purple with rosy hearts sewed poorly all over it. Unzipping it she checked everything out loud, "Knife, handgun, M-80, Cherry bombs, Nucs... I'm kidding!" She shouted the last bit before anyone could say anything.
_She gave a loud, echoing laugh behind her hand when a thin shadow crept up behind her. She slowly turned around to receive a tight hug from her poor mother. Sobbing loudly with her glasses fogging up and sliding down her nose, she asked, "Oh, Arcenciel, please don't joke like that...!"
_"Mom! Come on, let go! I'm sorry!
_"I can't bare you getting into anymore trouble...!!" her mother then spoke hysterically. Arcenciel looked incredibly uncomfortable as her mother stained her shoulders with tears. She gave a nervous smile as a few others appeared at the doorway, looking at her disapprovingly. "Heeey... Uncle... Aunt... Cousins." They got her mother off of her, sat her down in a separate room and tried to settle her down. "Geez... I always just say the most lovely of things..."
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"waah! What if they exploed on the trip there!! Then Arcy would die!!! Nuuuu dont die Arcy!" Jezebella teared up running into Arcenciel. It was hard to tell wether or not Jezbella really thought arcenciel had said nucs in her bag or if she was just playing along. When she withdrew somewhat she grinned up Arcenciel. "Jezebella thinks your mother worries to much..." She slightly cooed, "Kinda like daddy." She giggles. She turned around and faced Bently. "What town are we going to bently? hm hm?" She asks.
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(Yes, I looked it up, too. It seems I'm fine. ^^)

"You have very a mouth," Bentley shook his head at Arcenciel. His accent was thick and Russian, a culture that was scarce of Magical Folk this decade. He always complained of how poor his English was but never worked on it. This night was very important not only to him as proof that he could handle the responsibility of the two Witches on his own, but it was also important to them and their families. He was sure Arcenciel wanted to make her mother proud, ridding of her Trouble Past and Jezebella wanted spread her wings, exploring more than what was in their small town. He wanted to make them happy, they were nothing less than sisters to him, family he never really had. He walked around the counter of his kitchen to his luggage.
Unzipping one of the smaller pockets of the simple bag, he pulled out a neatly folded map. As he laid it out flat on the counter, he said, "This night we are heading for a town called Pendellville. It is... varied with the tall buildings and smaller homes. Plus! It is close to the shores! Too badly like most towns it is not the happiest with Magical Folk, but it was the most tolerable I could find. Not many known Troubles or Hunters also..." He lowered his voice when he stated the last sentence, so he wouldn't frightened the others families. It was sincerely the best he find without traveling more than a week from home. Every city seemed too chaotic and every small town seemed too skeptic of their kind, and Troubles and Hunters were literally everywhere he looked. He hoped Pendellville would be worth the two day trip; it seemed silly to think it wouldn't.
"If we wish to be arriving in daylight, we must leave tonight," he explained as he folded the map again. This time he placed it in his shirt's inside pocket, walking to his broom, which was an old-fashioned broom newly polished. Bentley was a strong believer of old magic in all its glory; he trusted it most.
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[I think it's cute... in a suffering sort of way. >w<;]

_"Well, that's the plan!" Arcenciel cackled as she kicked her broom upright. It was made of red oak with bristles of white hay from the Southern border of her grandmother's hometown. She had made sure her outfit fit it perfectly for the takeoff night, because she knew her mother loved the broom. Glancing at the rest of her family, she saw her relatives glancing back with a bit of disapproval while her mother smiled widely at her. Her cousin, a girl slightly older than her, giggled and pointed at her neck to remind Arcenciel of the little love-bug bites she had. She rose her eyebrows at the cousin, needing not to say anything to insult the older girl's own love life. Picking up her bag, she headed past her family and out the backdoor to greet the night sky.
_She looked up at the full moon and clear skies and said, "Bet there'll be a thunder storm or some crap like that later." She hopped down the few steps and onto the fresh grass with a nice melody of its softness. Everyone filed out of the house behind her to join the three young Magical Folk for their departure. A few newcomers came around Bentley's home to meet them. They were a small group of boys, all heading awkwardly towards Arcenciel, whom was grinning seductively at them. The one closest to her had a nose ring and shoulder length raven hair. He looked the as confused if not more than the hunk of Hispanic specimen with an open shirt next to him.
_"Hey, boys~" Arcenciel cooed, moving the group away from her friends and family. Her mother looked less faint and more embarrassed as her relatives turned to her with questioning expressions. She groaned loudly and adjusted her glasses as they began a one-ended conversation with her, asking about and commenting on her daughter. As Arcenciel spoke with the boys from afar, their faces drooped and drooped with each passing second with shock and misery.
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"I dont think I understand Arcenciel's obligation to get so many guys to fall for her.....is it a good thing to have that many relationships at once? Jezebella doesn't understand..." Jezebella speaks to Bently as she stretched preparing to mount her broom. She seemed to fly better if she stretched before hand but her parents insisted she'd be fine now after the month of practicing. She quickly left to retrieve her broom and ran back out to meet with bently at the steps. "They arn't that very cute either....must not be my "type" or whatever arcenciel calls it. "Though I do seem to have taken a liking to long hair....I guess that's normal since I'm typically surrounded by guys with long hair. My daddy has long hair, alot of my cousins, that boy at the supermarket has long hair, the delievery man...oh! You have long hair too! Jezebella thinks your's is the longest. The prettiest too cuz' of it's color! That doesn't mean Jezebella likes you like that though! That'd be gross......jezebella thinks." She rambles on about things through embaressment and partial confusion. She was young and didn't understand the concepts.
"I for one like people with short hair!" You could her a tiny voice blurt out from a pocket of Jezebella's bag. A sprite, Jezebella's pet, named Fall popped it's head out and took a big gulp of hair. "What are ya' crazy! Stuffin' me inside dis tiny pocket! If you's closed it I would have suffacted ya hearin' me!" It complained.
"Ooop! Sorry Fall...Jezebella thought you'd be nice and cozy..." she sighs.
"Ya well....just be glad you's didn't close dis thing up..." It looked away red in the face. " Tryin' to be alls cute."
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"Oh... cool!" Bentley said as he held his braided hair. It had been a while since he really looked at it. His smile faded as he realized that it would become a problem soon, especially when flying. How would he handle hair that's length was more than his height? He had no immediate plans on cutting it, but he was considering it. He never admitted it, but it could have been obvious that he took pride in his hair. No one knew why. Letting go of his hair, he puffed his cheeks and mumbled loudly, "No, Jezebella, it not healthy to be having so many relationships. Arcenciel may look happy, but she is most likely suffering also like boys." He gestured to the group. "Those faces are being of men with broken hearts. They are young, though, they will experiencing it multiple times because they too are not good people. But I do not judge victims, including Arcenciel, I can only helping."
Seeing Jezebella's pet sprite Fall reminded him of his own pet, a cricket named Jone probably slumbering in his bag. He called him to come out, reminding him that they were about to take off. The small green bug came hopping out onto his shoulder, yawning and rubbing his eyes, "I was having a dream about one of those beautiful girls with long legs."
"Er... human or...?" Bentley mumbled.
"Um... nevermind!" the cricket grinned.

(Should the pets be able to talk to others? Or only to their owners? I think they should be able to talk only to their masters and their closest friends. (Families don't count))
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[I think it would be more interesting if that can only talk to their masters. I'm okay with close friends though. xD And naughty Jone! D=<]

_A boy with wonderful blonde hair dressed in expensive clothing shouted, "This is an OUTRAGE!" He threw the flowers in his hands then stomped on them. "To think I took you on that cruise! You probably cheated on me with the cabin boys too! You... HARLOT!" He spat the last word while the others boys gave their own thoughts to their ex-sweetheart. They only stopped when she yawned loudly and rudely without covering her mouth. Each one looked as if they were going to hit her, and her mother was very worried of this possibility.
_"Consider this... a valuable lesson," Arcenciel chuckled. She grabbed the raven haired boy's cheek and shook it. "Next time some pretty unknown face wants to nab you up instantly: think with your head, not with your pants. Once upon there was no happy ending, stupids." She let go then turned on her heels, snapping her fingers in the air. "I'm off to break some more hearts, Ciao~" She walked up to her cousin and explained, "I just dumped more boys than you could ever have, cuh." Ignoring her recent actions, she and her mother hugged each other tightly.
_"Please... find that happiness..."
_"Never..."
_One boy, a redhead with a beautiful painting of freckles on his cheeks could not stand by and watch any longer. He took a step forward and screamed, "You cheating whore, I hope you die!" The other boys gasped, thinking that the rich kid's words were the most harsh until that second. They scattered in all directions to escape what they feared would be not a woman's wrath but a Witch's. Her mother held her shoulders, "Don't do anything drastic, Ciel!"
_"Oh, I won't," she replied with a raised eyebrow, pulling away. Her eyes began to shine in the dim moonlight with the brilliance of a faint rainbow. "I'm just dying his hair a nicer color. How about green... that's your favorite anyway, Lenard~" The boy screeched in horror as his hair brightened to a nauseating shade of green that would shame a neon sign. He ran off in hysteria over a Witch cursing him, and Arcenciel rolled her eyes. "Oh, please, I'll change it back... if I remember to... when I return~"
_Her mother pronounced her name with her native French tongue, "ARK-on-CIEL Vi-PON!"
_"But Maaaaaaaah...! He called me a WHORE!" she insisted. Then pointed out, "I DID NOT have sexual relations with any of those men. I am what they call, a PLAYA."
_"Ain't no fun in that," her cousin mumbled.
_"How in the hell does that better this situation?!" her uncle barked.
_"BUTT OUT!" Arcenciel and her mother barked back. The family instantly broke into argument, putting an end to the question of why Arcenciel was such a mess. Her mother and her mother's mother were French yet the rest of her mother's side were High Class Hill-Billies.
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Jezebella growing anxious and impatient ran up to get things going. She wanted to leave as soon as possible."excuse me....hey listen...excuse me, Excuse Me, EXCUSE MEEEEE!!!" She shouted her eyes shut tight. She opened her eyes to find them still arguing and groaned. "Arrrrccy!!" She whined tearing up. "I wanna gooooo!" She pulled on her friends dress to get her attention.
"Yuw's guys loud! Im outta heah." Fall complained before hiding inside the bookbags side pocket and covering his ear holes.


( I love fall's accent =w= still workin on the proper new jersy accent grammer)
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_"Hold on a sec," Arcenciel grumbled as kindly as she could to Jezebella. Her uncle and mother, brother and sister were arguing hotly on subjects far from the initial trigger that had set them all off in the first place. When he began questioning her abilities as a mother, Arcenciel pushed herself between them. "LOOK Uncle BUTTFACE. If you have a problem with anyone, it's gonna be with ME. I am OLD enough to make my OWN decisions and go against my mother's wishes. I ain't trying to justify myself BUT WHAT RIGHT DO YOU HAVE TO COME AND JUDGE HER?!?!" She roared then stated, "She was kind enough to invite ya'll to my Takeoff and even to let you stay at our house for a couple of days for FREE. Unless you have some REAL advice to give her; I suggest you... SHUT UP." She snapped her fingers in her uncle's face to stop him from saying anything else. When the rest opened their mouths, she held her hand up and took out an envelope. It was thick and had the word "mom" written gracefully on it.
_"What's this?" her mother asked as Arcenciel handed it to her.
_"My first letter. Ya know? Read it after I leave," she grinned then glanced at the rest. "Without anyone 'round, kay?"
_"Okay, Ciel..." her mother smiled. They hugged briefly then Arcenciel announced, "Family Drama OVER. I'm tired of these idiots. Let's hit it!" Her Aunt looked ready to explode when the little brat raced off to the middle of the clearing with her bag and broom. She waved to the others as if it were them that were holding the trip up.
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"This is why I be choosing my own family," Bentley stated at high volume. "I'm more willing to tolerate their idiotly, because then I love them. Come on, Jezebella, the now is over worst... I mean the worst is over now. Ah..." He mumbled a few words in Russian to himself, scolding himself for making such a fluke. He patted the young girl's back to move her along without rushing her. He swung his simple bag over his shoulder and mounted his broom stick next to Arcenciel, placing himself between the two. He waved back to Arcenciel's family and stated, "Do not worry, Ms. Vipond! I will take good care of your daughter and staying her out of trouble!" Facing ahead, he tightened his grip on the broomstick and began to concentrate. Even with practice and experience it took a great deal out of a Magical Person to take flight. It wasn't the preferred form of transportation for most, but it was traditional to leave on a broom when leaving for this journey.
The three young Magical Folk required complete and utter silence, letting only the wind to whisper in their ears. It suddenly died out and all was still until the hair and clothes of the three came to life and began to whip around their figures. Their soles slowly slid off the surface of the ground as they lifted a few inches up. In a blink of an eye, all three shot violently upwards into the air in a burst of the ultimate power within them. It was only a question of how well they could channel this power into their broom and keep balance at once. Bentley felt his power give out for a split second, sending him sharply down a foot. He instantly regained himself with a few snaps from his pet, Jone.
"How'd you loose it?! Keep steady, you moron!"
"Hey, you want to fly?" Bentley replied, baring his teeth at the cricket on his shoulder.
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Arcenciel was determined not to make a mistake as she took off, but she was unable to stop her broom from jerking in different directions. She tightened her grip on the handle, pleading between her teeth for the broom to behave. When it finally gave in and subdued to her will, she glanced at Jezebella to see how she was handling her own broom. She ignored the movement of her family below, fearing she would misinterpret an innocent shuffle for snickering.
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