L'avaielle Empire

Key Points to the Empire:

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--Lots of lands/Moutains
The Empire has much land and many mountains, all of which have become the homes of small villages throughout.  Although they are not as prosperous or well known as the rest of the Empire, they are quite helpful in many land trade routes and house several traveling merchants, especially during winter.  

--Verdania,Sathran, Watera Town
Verdania is the largest town within the Empire, housing many Force Users and connecting with the reservations, although they aren't as close as many would like them to be.  The Security around the reservations are shared with this town and it holds many helpful "guide points" for reverting to reservations and making such a life change adapt much more smoothly for newly registered Force Users that have either been caught and are well behaved or have just discovered their powers.  This also assists with Force Users that have non-force user families with this adjustment.

Sathran's main trade within the Empire is fishing and seafood, a large competitor with the Free People of Genevsa.  Although they have less waters to use at their advantage, they have enough citizens within this town alone that excel in fishing and other such skills to remain in the highest sellers for seafood.   They also trade heavily and their restrictions on traded goods is much less severe, as is their security to traders.  As such, Sathran is sometimes negatively called "The Pirate's Denizen."

Watera Town is a town that has electricity run in a more archaic way--by water wheels.  A lot of them.  In fact, many of the town's residents live in a more traditionally fashioned life-style, making them a smaller, less popular town, despite the fascinating way that the town is energized.  Not many force users or refinery workers enjoy living here, but some still do.  However, the town is heavily isolated and trade to this area is difficult due to the large rivers, ocean, and mountains that surround its borders.

--Tunnel to Genevsa
There is only one way to enter and leave the city within Genevsa, other than by a sea ship.  This is by an underwater tunnel that leads from the city and onto land just near Watera Town.  However, the tunnel is separated from Watera Town by a series of mountains, and the entire tunnel entrance is a territory that is almost considered to be shared between the two countries.  There are many treaties written in this region of the country, including allowing rights for the are to be protected by both Empire Guards and by Genevsa Soldiers.  Traffic here is heavily watched, security is high, and the region itself is tense, due to the Genevsa and Empire relations not being on the best of terms at this time.  

--Reservations/Refineries
The Reservations and Refineries here are the most relaxed and least secured of all other refineries and reservations within Aria.  However, this does not mean they are easily broken into or that laws are not enforced.  These are, however, much more friendly and mentally healthy, as well as have the least pollution from the refineries, themselves.  To know more about the reservations, please see "Verdania."

[ATTN:  Nikkitty]  

Unfortunately, the Genevsa Tunnel has the most intense and time consuming security procedures of any exit or entrance to a country within Aria.  Fortunately for Covina, however, leaving Genevsa is far simpler than entering it.  As she steps off of the train, there is a line leading towards a security checkpoint where bags are opened, searched, and checked.  While this is happening, the person's aura, ether levels, and ether meter are scanned and confirmed with the passport information.  

When one is not a Force User, this process is faster, but the confirmation of luggage within the cargo train is just as slow, which she will be stopped for, due to the size and registration paperwork for her bike.  However, after all of this is completed, she is finally released into the Empire with no troubles, along with a helpful pamphlet that shows various town and city locations, as well as how far they are located from the tunnel entrance.

[Attn: Quinn, Open]
[POV: Flint - NPC]

Flint walked out of the smithy, pausing only long enough to put the sword in a barrel along with many others... all made by Quinn. She threatened him again one last time as he left her there in the Smithy, a building made almost entirely of stone as was tradition among his people for his trade. Flint highly doubted that Quinn would damage his shop, after all Bonnibel his friend and Quinn's mother had helped raise the building along with the girl's father and some others.

He walked across a wide path, a fire break that lay between his home and the place he did business. The business was slow, but somehow despite everything he made it through. Long had the days of blades and armor had passed them behind, now it was the age of gunpowder, but even that was falling away to the shops and ether tech.

He opened the screen door and entered his house, going through the wide open home and skirting the solid wooden table. Coming to the kitchen he opened the cabinets and started pulling out what he needed to cook. He set the skillet on the table, then set about gathering the ingredients. He needed to use the eggs today, then later he'd have to go into the village and ask Lelu for another basket.

Taking a bowl, he tossed in the flour and beat in some eggs. Eventually when it was ready he lit the stove with a match, and waited for the skillet to heat. The dollop of grease began to melt and he rolled it along the skillets surface till it was coated, then started making pancakes.

Quin would come along eventually, when ever she cooled down. It was one thing he knew, kids always had to eat, well eventually.

[Time: 5:39 AM, Saturday Morning - L'avaielle Empire]

[Attn: Quinn, Open]
[POV: Flint - Borrowed NPC]

Flint turned his head to look over his shoulder as Quinn entered the house. He merely grunted that he heard it without using words before turning back to the skillet he was using. His spatula flipped the last pancake onto a plate heaped with the things.

Quinn had already taken a seat, and Flint took down a plate and loaded a few of the hot cakes onto the plate. He walked by her and set her's down in front of her, settling a bottle of syrup next to the butter already on the table.

He still hadn't said anything as he sat down with the remaining pancakes and waited for Quinn to finish topping off her hot-cakes. When she finished he took the Syrup with a "thank you." and proceeded to get ready to eat his.

They sat there eating their breakfast, both too stubborn to really talk to each other. And definitely not when food was available. So he waited, paitent for Quinn to talk first.

[ATTN: Quinn, Open]
[POV: Flint - Borrowed NPC]

It had taken a few minutes and flint was enjoying his pancakes when Quinn finally broke the silence. She tried to kid about it but it wasn't funny. Theatrical side? Flint hadn't been aware they where part of a play.

"I refuse to abide by such a needless thing as patience. If you have a problem with that then you can take your opinions and--."

Even though Quinn seemed to be trying to suppress her emotions, Flint wasn't happy about her telling him off. Even as she schooled her emotions trying to act like something besides an impulsive emotional brat, Flint thought how to respond.

His fork stopped near his mouth, which was set in a hard line. He raised his eyes to the girl sitting across from him, frowning.

"or you'll do what? Turn me to ash?" Flint muttered darkly while lowering the fork to his plate, not worrying if his breakfast went cold, it was already ruined. "Go ahead, Quinn. Then the next time some jerk ticks you off, you can burn them too; all because you didn't have the patience to learn a little self-control."

"Now, go to your room." Flint ordered pointing towards the stairs, as if that finished the argument.

[ATTN: Flint, Rose, Open]

"or you'll do what? Turn me to ash?" Flint muttered darkly while lowering the fork to his plate, not worrying if his breakfast went cold, it was already ruined. "Go ahead, Quinn. Then the next time some jerk ticks you off, you can burn them too; all because you didn't have the patience to learn a little self-control."

Quinn hissed, "I'll show you." This had never happened before. Quinn wasn't one to give an empty threat, and when she had she knew it. But this time, Quinn felt nothing. No anger, sadness, hate, or regret, just an odd, empty neutrality. She knew what she was going to do. Flint had insulted her power and she had to prove herself.

The only person who could calm her down and help her to think sanely was Rose, and there was no sign that she would return.

Quin stood up, her menacing gaze meeting Flint's. She then set her heals to flame and kicked her leg powerfully flexing her foot back, all in one swift motion. A deep red flame erupted from her foot and gashed into Flint's chest. Afraid of what she might see, she winced  and squeezed her eyes shut.  She had never hit a person with the intention of killing them before. The sensation she was filled with now was new as well, and she did not like it. A huge feeling of anxiety came over her, but she continued to lash out at Flint.
...

Quinn screamed in fear, what was happening to her, what was he doing to her? An unrecognizable whirring sound began and suddenly, the warmth that usually spread throughout her when she launched her attacks was gone. Instead, it was replaced with a cold feeling, so cold it hurt to move. Quinn's breathing weakened until she was gasping for air. Her attacks slowed but she refused to give up. And, all at once, the sound stopped, Quinn opened her eyes, and steadied her aim for a last attack. She thrust both hands forward with her remaining strength and a huge flame engulfed Flint's entire body.

What Quinn had done still hadn't sunk in.. she stared at Flint's corpse with wide, vacant eyes.

[Attn: Quinn]

Standing above the charred remains of he former master, Quinn notices the spent canister of a fire extinguisher laying near by. It is charred and scorched though not nearly as bad as the blacken crispy remains of Flint. Luckily little else of the house is damaged or on fire due to the limited control of your power of flame.

Even as the horrid reality that you have in fact finally flown off the handle and killed someone, some small part of you thinks that he kinda smells just a bit like an over done roast.

Sooner or later your mind will eventually get back on track and you will realize you have only a few options available to you now.

1: You can attempt to hide Flint's body and act like nothing has happened. Which is made slightly easier due to Flint's isolated nature from others in the reservation. However sooner or later you know that people will come to investigate when the work they have requested isn't done.

2: You totally can run away and try to get away from the crime scene and maybe find your sister or start a new life. Though it might be difficult without anyone to help you out.

3: You can turn tail and become a criminal and just take what you want from life, after all who can stop you? Not anybody, and most definitely not Flint Mc-dumby pants.

[Time: 6:30ish AM, Saturday - L'avaielle Empire]

3: You can turn tail and become a criminal and just take what you want from life, after all who can stop you? Not anybody, and most definitely not Flint Mc-dumby pants.

Quinn shook off the cold white foam, shivering. She looked down apprehensively, a scorched fire extinguisher was by her feet, that was what he was attacking her with. By the fire extinguisher, was Flint. He lay on the ground, his limbs frigid. He was covered in thick sulfur that made him unrecognizable; there was no doubt that he was dead. Quinn's eyes wandered hesitantly to Flint's. His calm, insightful eyes were forever clasped shut.

Quinn screamed flinching away as her heart began to race. "Did I go to far, why did I do it, how can I fix it?" She couldn't find any answers. All she knew is that Flint was dead and it was her doing. Quinn drew in a sharp breath, she still felt cold.

"Okay... he's dead." Quinn said, shakily. The room looked as if it was spinning around her. She sat down in her chair, still seated in front of the kitchen table, to try and calm down. She closed her eyes to think. "Flint is dead, he had been making us breakfast," her eyes flashed to her plate of food, now covered in foam and slightly burnt. "..and then I killed him because he said I need more patience and self-control."

Quinn stood up. "What an idiot! He was the one who continued the fight, not me!" Quinn lifted up the chair, scorching it's legs, and threw it against the wall leaving a huge dent. "It's not my fault," Quinn screamed breathing deeply. She shook her head blinking away tears, "I didn't want this to happen!" Quinn ran from the house as fast as she could not looking back. She didn't know where to go, but she couldn't stay there with him, she hated him. "This is your fault Flint, it's your fault," she thought enraged, her life was falling apart thanks to him.

That fateful morning Quinn left the reservation never to return again, the decision already made for her.  If she went back she'd have to face the authorities. If she stayed, what would she say when someone asked about Flint? She couldn't. She couldn't do it. Quinn was just about ready to burn down an entire city, she had to get away.