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Camellia Boffin by Dave Stankoven

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“How did it fair?” Yolas asked.

“Horribly. The fool cannot lie but sent me on anyway. I am sure he has one.” said Camellia.
She flopped down in the booth, and stretched on the soft padding. Her limited height made this easy. Yolas watched enviously, shifting his long legs uncomfortably under the table. Camellia gave a great contented sigh.

From her lounged position, Camellia ordered Yolas and herself a pint. He refused at first but drank gratefully when it arrived. Camellia sat on her legs and sipped.

“Any luck find you today?” she asked.

“Not as such. I found a few peddlers but none seemed to hear any whispers. It does not help that you will not let me ask them outright.

“We cannot! If any of these folks do have one and learn its value, they would hike the price beyond plausible, or use it for themselves. We have to be careful.”

“Well. At least you might have found one. We can go together tomorrow and shake him down. He might be able to ignore a hobbit but I dare him to ignore a determined elf.”

Camellia took a long drink. Then she peered around the bar to see everyone’s attentions.

“Sure,” she said finally. “But, let me talk. I want you milling about the shop. Keep his attention divided. I think we can make him slip.”

“Agreed,” Yolas said.

Then he smiled. That damned, handsome smile. Camellia nodded and buried her face in her mug.

The barmaid returned and Camellia ordered enough food for three large men.

“Look, lass. I don’t let any client in the back less I think they’re serious. Your poking and prodding for information isn’t helping your case,” said Bollfus. His arms were folded and his teeth were obviously clenched beneath his wooly beard.

“Do you honestly think a wee hobbit would come here if I weren’t serious?” said Camellia.

“I’ve met all manner of folk with all sorts of agendas, and since you won’t tell me what you’re looking for, I can’t know you’re not trying to pull one with your elvish friend there.”

Yolas was examining a tricky looking crystal phial. At the mention of him, he turned and waved jovially at them.

“Leave before I make you leave,” Bollfus said.

Camellia hung her head and turned towards the door. Bollfus grunted.

A deafening crash made both of them jump. Yolas stood frozen with his hand outstretched. Directly below was the crystal phial, shattered across the stone floor.

Bollfus roared and barreled his way towards Yolas.

“YOU CLUMSY FOOL! THAT WAS MADE BY YOUR KIND, DON’T YOU KNOW?!” Bollfus bellowed. Yolas saw Camellia slip through the back door.

“My dear sir, no artifact of ‘my kind’ would have so heartlessly fallen apart upon meeting stone.”

“OUT! NOW!” Bollfus yelled as he steered the elf out the door and slammed it behind him.

Learning against the outside wall was Camellia. A small ornate ring held carefully in her hand.

“Right on his desk.”


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Mary Jones (Possessed Girl) by Nap Tales


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World: Teen Titans

Real Name: Mary Jones

Aliases: Possessed Girl, Possy

Place of Origin: Jump City

Residence: Unknown

Species: half-human, half-demon

Affiliations: None

Friends: Raven

Family: Ordinary people

Powers & Abilities:

Origin source of power unknown. Suspicion of gaining some from Trigon after events on earth.

  • ExtraSensory Perception
  • Spiritual powers
  • Advanced telekinesis
  • Fire elemntal
  • Red Energy Control
  • Creation of fire-demons


  • Raven
  • Robin
  • Cyborg ( generally only bcs he’s repairing things for her)
  • Terra
  • Listening to music
  • Reading


  • Starfire
  • BestBoy jokes not in the right moment
  • Pop music
  • Repairing electronics


After Teen Titans “The end” episodes
– What … What’s going on? – Mary asked without seeing anything but blinding white. The light slowly gave way and her eyes saw again the streets of Jump City. She saw something falling from the sky. It’s Raven slowly falling down to her friends from Teen Titans.Yes, the titans save the world again – she thought and went ahead. With her first step her heart became more agitated as if it wanted to jump out of her breast. She collapsed in half and grasped her breast. Sweat sprinkled her forehead.

– Are you all right? – Asked a man and laid his hand on her back. He bent down gently to try to look her in the face.

– No, no, I’m fine, thanks – she lied and waved quikly for apologetically goodbye. She dropped all plans for today and went home. The heart continued to throb and her shirt began to stick to her back from the sweat.

She came home and immediately threw herself on the bed. She curled up and huged herself with shoulders. Her body was getting shakes. She squeezed her eyelids. He opened them. Squeezed again. She could not get rid of the four-eyed demon with horns from vision behind her eyelids. With that came a feeling of heat. It grew and grew. She had a silly desire to go to cool off in the shower but she didn’t have the strength to stand up. Heat turned into pain. Smoking pain. Flames spreading from fingertips to the heart. She screamed and her mind filled with the darkness.

She got up from a wet bed of her sweat. She wiped her face. She looked at her hands. Her skin turned darker. She ran to the bathroom. Hair also changed color but it didn’tt catch her attention. Horns grew up from her head and something strange on her forehead. She reached for the strange tuber with her hand. She touched it delicatly. The skin layer unfolded and her third eye appeared on her face.

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Aria Aegis Grimmeoux by Latia

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Name: Aria Aegis Grimmeoux

Age: 21

Universe: Final Fantasy 12

Class: Beserker

Hometown: Archades


Everything happened so quickly, just moments ago she was enjoying breakfast with her father. Now she found herself struggling in restraints, her estate teeming with imperial guard.

“Judge Ghis! What is the meaning of this! Have you gone mad!?” Bolero bellowed, struggling against his own restraints. “What is her charge?”

The judge gave a quiet laugh, loading a few bullets into a pistol, “Murder.” A wicked grin stretched across his face, “She is a traitor to the Empire”

Bolero couldn’t believe what he had heard, “You dare accuse my daughter of such lies?! She is no traitor! Of who’s murder do you accuse!” he lunged forward, getting up into the face of Judge Ghis.

“Why, your murder of course”


Before Bolero could speak the pistol was pressed between his eyes, and a shot was fired. Blood sprayed all across the wall behind him.

“FATHER!” Aria wailed, thrashing in her restraints, the smell of his blood burning her nose. Her body reeled; she couldn’t look at the display before her. The blood gushing from his head as he crumpled to the floor made her ill.

“Why….why…” she sobbed, squeezing her eyes shut, silently praying it is merely a dream.

“Your father was a smart man, well, too smart…” Ghis began, “We can’t have your father parading about preaching about our secrets, so what better way to be rid of him?”

He leaned in and ran a thumb down Aria’s cheek, leaving a thick line of blood from his glove, “I mean it’s a genius idea, getting rid of both of you is more than Lord Solidor could ever ask for”

Aria took her chance and swung forward, head-butting the judge with all her strength, the force of the impact near knocking her out.  “You won’t get away with this…” her voice was shaky and full of rage.

She was immediately met with Ghis’s armored fist, the sharp edges cutting into her lip and a small spray of her blood trickling from the corners of her mouth. She staggered backwards, Judge Ghis pulled her back up by her braid. “Nobody is going to believe a brat like you” he spat in her face, shoving her back into the guards grip.

Out of anger, the Judge shot a few of the other guards in the room, “Besides, you’re a murderer, my men died valiantly to protect me after all…” He smiled evilly

“Take her away, I have judged her with my own eyes, she is sentenced to Nalbina Fortress for life for the murder of Bolero Aegis Grimmeoux, four royal guards, and transpiring against the Empire”

Before Aria could protest, she felt a sharp pain in the back of her head and she fell to the ground, the last thing she could see before darkness consumed her was the cold lifeless eyes of her father.

“I’m sorry…”

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