Passing Time (Open)

[Aya]

Aya was walking towards the clock tower. She was taking a break from Salamandra. When she arrived she took a seat under a tree. The moment she sat down was when the clock tower struck 12:00. RING! Aya closed her eyes and listened to the nostalgic ringing of the clock tower. No matter where you were in the city you would be able to hear the clock tower. When the ringing disappeared she looked up into the cloudless blue sky and said, "What a nice day it is today."

[Yomi]

Yomi was hiding in the shadows, looking at the people passing by. She was in her human form, knowing that if she didn't, she would cause commotion. It's not often that you see a sparkly girl walking down the street. She sighed and looked at the ground. She was only here because she was bored. There was nothing to do anywhere else. Suddenly Yomi had a sudden urge to create a zombie apocalypse. She sighed again. She must be really bored.

[Arc]

Booted feet dangled helplessly from a branch; kicking back and forth lazily as their owner rested his tired back against the trunk. Ivory tendrils whipped in the wind like a cat of nine-tails; dancing within the invisible tunnel the wind created. Well structured jaw opened, the muscles tense along the jawline, and a yawn escaped from the gaping cavern. He was tired; as was the norm. He hadn't achieved a good nights rest in over a month, and it showed; darkened lids, and steep bags hanging beneath his ice blue eyes.

Beneath him people strode across the ground, coming to or leaving the clock tower. To a degree the altruistic male envied them, after all unlike he, they were capable of enjoying the simpler things in life. Their gift, various locations scattered across their tiny prison world, food, and a great many other things but for him the only joy in life came from the select few he called friends, and his beloved forge. His mind idly drifted to that setting; imagining the intense heat upon his brimstone muscles, the sweat trickling down his brow and the soot caught within his nostrils. His shoulders rose and his chest heaved in a deep, bellowing sigh. He missed the forge. Missed the days where he could do what he loved for those he loved without drawing unneeded, and unwanted, attention to himself. Blending in as a mere unknown, no named commoner was much simpler in his eyes.

The clock struck twelve, and the resounding hymn of the tongue smacking the soundbow washed across the field. Yet, it did little to hide the sound produced by someone sitting down beneath him. Lazily, those sheen blue orbs shifted downwards and upon the feminine figure below. They slid across the soft black hair that cascaded down the petite form, absorbing as much of the detail as was possible. He'd seen that hair before during a small meeting amongst the people within Salamandra. Aya Hanasaku; mortal female. Arc's hand rose, running from forehead to crown, as his fingers brushed that silver hair from his face. " Taking a day off, I see. " His tone was slathered in a thick Germanic accent; not that it was his, nay. He'd adopted a great many of accents simply because he enjoyed the way each individual one effected the sound of each word. " Don't blame you. " His lips curved in a smirk as his body relaxed fully, bringing the entirety of its weight back against the trunk. " Everyone needs some R&R every once and a while. "

Sighing in relaxation, his head rolled upon those athletically toned shoulders; allowing those soft blue hues to peer out across the great many of people that strode about. Countless people passed into and out of his view, and all but one went by without notice. A single girl, young in appearance, with seemingly violet hued hair rolling past her shoulders. She, unlike the girl beneath him, had managed to escape his self proclaimed great dossier of people. The urge of introduce himself, and add her to that dossier, tugged at him; it urged him to meet her, yet his lazy streak won out. Once again he sighed, shutters to those icy orbs closing. Perhaps the great curtain of slumber would wash over him.

Yeah, right. He thought to himself, yet clung to the small ounce of hope that remained.

[Aya]

"Yep. A day off." She said to the voice. She didn't know for sure who the voice belonged to, but she had a good idea about who it was. "So, what brings you here, Arc?" She asked with her eyes still closed. She opened her eyes, got up and looked around. There usually weren't a lot of people at or near the clock tower which is why it is one of her favorite places in the city.

[Kotori]

Kotori sighed as she stared up at the Clock Tower. She didn't really want to be here; in fact she would have preferred being indoors. But for some reason unknown, she dragged herself here. Maybe because her gut feelings knew something might happen at this very spot. "This was a waste of my time," she thought, turning away to walk home. However, as she turned, she saw a flash of two people. Two familiar people. She whipped her head around to see if it was her imagination. Nope, she knew them. After all, they were all in the same community. "Arc and Aya," she muttered. For a moment, a wave of suspicion washed over her. "Are they planning something? What if they're planning something evil?" Kotori thought, her stone-colored eyes narrowing. Then she shook her head and sighed. "They're my own teammates," she scolded herself, "And one of them is a god and the other is the leader. I should trust them."

 Kotori knew she always took her job too seriously and that she has trust issues. But she couldn't help it. She couldn't destroy her only home. She took a deep breath and walked over to them. She gave them a small smile and nodded at them. "So we're all gathered here huh?" she laughed, her smile erupting to a grin. At the corner of her eye, she saw a face of a girl with maroon eyes. Curiosity bubbled inside her. "Who is she?"

[Yomi]

Yomi wished that she could just melt into a shadow. That way no one could notice her or bother her. She sighed and boredly scanned the area. Then, something caught her eye. Her eyes focused on a group of three and she shifted her position. She vaguely recognized them. One of them was a community leader, one was a floor master and one of them was a god. They were much different from the people walking past her.

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