Summoner (IC)

[Wander]

SUMMONER

JUNE 28, 2025. THURSDAY. 8:31 AM.

"And we're live... In 5... 4... 3... 2...."

LIVE AT NOVA ISLAND WITH HELEN CRUZ, PATROL 7 NEWS.

"Just months ago, a group of archeologists found an undiscovered island, baring what seems to be remains of a hidden culture. These archeologists, headed by the well renowned Professor, Dr. Adrian Gwain, are on the verge of uncovering lost truths in the history of the world with the simple finding of this island. Today, I shall be interviewing the said leader of the archeologists to learn more about the island and their findings.



"So tell me Dr. Gwain-"
"Please, just call me Professor."
"Alright then. So Professor, can you tell us what you have discovered so far?"
"We have found several artifacts uncovered around the island, and the recent tests placed on them tell us they have been dated to exist around the range of 1000 to 2000 years ago. Based on studies so far, we are starting to believe we have discovered the remnants of a well hidden civilization. Some of the items we have found include different jewelry made from the island's resources, very limited supplies of which I believed were used for their architecture, and what appears to be cooking utensils. Though oddly enough, despite the fact 5 months have past since we started excavating on this island, we have not at all found any remains of weapons from these people despite the fact many of the fallen architecture and certain areas show evidence that a battle took place here."
"That does sound odd. If the people did not have weapons available for themselves, then how do you think did they battle?"
"The answer to that will have to wait. Though I believe all the answers will come once we finish excavating around the center of the island."
"I see. Thank you very much, Professor.

"Currently, the archeologists and workers are excavating around the center of the island since recent tests show that there is in fact a tomb hidden underneath the layer of earth around the island's center. And according to our sources, in just a few hours from now, they might be able to open the entrance to the very tomb beneath the island. I believe with the opening of this tomb, this would become history in the making...."

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"I believe with the opening of this tomb, this would become history in the making.... Now other sources tell us-"

"Eck. History? I'm no longer interested."

The newscaster was cut-off and disappeared from site as Jett quickly clicked on the bright red button located at the top right corner of the remote in his hands. He then placed down his legs which were reclined on the table in front of him as he started to stand up and stretch his arms. "HEY! I WAS WATCHING THAT." Said a voice from behind. It was his sister. By now she was trying to grab unto the remote in Jett's hand, but sadly for her, she could not keep up with the height of where he was placing the remote just so that she wouldn't get it. "You're going to need to try harder than that to get the remote, sis." "Come on, Jett! Stop being such a jerk!" From down the hall, a sigh was heard, and their mother came in to correct the young man. "Jett, turn the television back on for your sister. And please try acting your age sometime? You're 17 years old." Grumbling, Jett presses the button to return the power into the t.v.

"Within the week, Germany has won yet another game and are just steps away from the World cup." "Hey. Awesome. Sports." Jett said as he was smiling at the expression on his sister's face knowing how ticked off she was at the fact she missed the last message of the last report. "Ugh. You're such a jerk, Jett." "Thanks. And you're an annoying ditz." Showing a face of insult, she stormed out of the room and headed upstairs. Jett was about to return back to the t.v. until it was turned off automatically by itself. "What the-"
"Jethro... We need to talk."
Jett simply sighed and turned to his mother. "What?"
"Jett. After this year of high school, you're going to go to college and may never see Kira again."
"Good, more time for me to stay away from her."
"Take me seriously now, Jethro. You should at least spend some time with her and actually learn how to get along with her better, and you should do it before heading to college or else you might actually regret it once you're there already. You obviously know your dad brought you here for that specific reason." Jett kept silent as she said this. "If... If you can't do it for yourself, for me, or your father... Can you at least do it for him?" Sighing once more, Jett looked to the side and then to his mother and nodded. "Fine. He probably doesn't like seeing us fighting in the first place anyway." Smiling at Jett, his mother came up to him and kissed his forehead. "Thank you Jett. Now get yourself ready. Your SAT review classes are in a while..."

[Tsunami]

Aren waited impatiently in front of the door to the library, checking his watch for the fifth time in the past minute. "Almost... there!" he exclaimed quietly to himself, as the digital read on his watch showed that it was half past eight. Pushing open the doors to the library, Aren found himself immediately at ease. This was his home, this was the place he belonged!

Walking over to the shelves, he began his search for today's reading material. Within a few minutes, he had found four books that had seemed interesting, and he moved over to 'his' table. Sliding out 'his' chair, he sat down, and began to read.

[Ludypoof379]

Alice sat upon the table in her dorm room swinging her legs as she stared out of her window. It was a beautiful day outside. She signed softly and only glanced at the laptop beside her. It contained all of her text books and also access to the internet. She thought for a moment she might want to study but changed her mind. It was nice to be living here and that it was paid by the government. The only issues she had were how some people scoffed at her because she was in grad school at 18 years old. There were younger people who had gotten through long before she did.

Pushing herself off of the table she landed softly on the floor and then pulled the laptop off of her table and held it to her chest with both arms as she turned and walked to the door of the dorm room. Reaching out with one of her hands she twisted the knob, opened the door, left the room, and closed the door. Yanking a lanyard that was hanging out of her pocket, she locked the door and jammed the keys back into her jean pocket as she walked away from the dorms. Alive was headed towards the library in the city...

Alice arrived the library and as she got out of the car noted that by the look of it the library had only opened a few minutes before she arrived. She walked up the path to the library and opened the door with her laptop still cradled in her left arm. She entered and found a nice comfy chair, sat down Indian style, and opened up her laptop...

[UberPingu]

"D is for disease.. E is for Entropy.. A is for acceptance, so drop your futile weapons.. T is for time, and you don't have much left! H is for Heaven or Hell. Now let's hear it for death!"

The only thing seperating Donnie and the world was music. Nothing like the throb of old school headphones and his own rhythmic step. Nothing like wet pavement and the smell of the dying ozone layer. Smog travels as fast as the traffic here. His thin, dark flannel shirt flared behind him as he walked. His pace was not usually brisk, but this song was so upbeat. The singer screamed on:

"My friends, you know that no side's better in the end. We're all gonna fry togethaaaaaaah!"

Donnie ran a hand through the front of his hair and used the natural coat of grease to spike it up a bit. How long ago was his last shower? Didn't matter. He didn't have a girl to impress at the moment. Step. Step. Step. Beat. Beat. Beat. Stoplight. Wait. Wait for it... Walk. Step. Step. Swear. He could've sworn that prostitute was glaring at him. It couldn't be...?

Oh yes it could. Aw... $*@&!... Donnie sighed and stopped on the curb. She was walking over. A platinum blonde about five foot three. Dark red lips, too much mascara, tight little black dress. Unmistakable. "Donnie-boy!" She crooned venomously, "Donnie-boy, you wouldn't happen to have my $300 do you? Hmmm? A girl's got to pay the rent, you know."

"You could come stay with me," Donnie smirked, "I could get you off the streets for good, Posha."

"Right," Posha sneered, "And live in a rat-hole with you. Sounds like a dream. Fork it over, boy."

[AliceMalice15]

Victoria glowered angrily at the man unfront of her. The morning had not gone well and now this? Crossing her arms she sighed in annoyance.

"Look Mr. Marco," she sighed, "I told you there is no way I can get you those outfits by tomorrow. I'm super busy as it is. The earliest I can get them to you is Thursday."

"That's not good enough," Mr. Marco said aggitatedly, "please Victoria. I know you can do this. Your my best designer! Isn't there anything I could take for the magazine?"

"I'll see what I can do Mr. Marco," Victoria sighed, "it probably won't be much, but it will be something."

"Oh thank you," Marco said happily, "I know you'll come up with something spectacular. You always do! Anyway I have other matters to attend to. I will leave you to it and I need whatever you have by tomorrow afternoon. Just give it to my secretary. Tah tah."

Victoria watched as the man hurried quickly out the door. Sighing she turned back to the model she'd been working on. The girl was rail thin and the material was draped around her trying to look fashionable. Victoria shook her head and began unpinning the material. She hadn't had a good idea in days! How was she suppoosed to make a living like this!

[UberPingu]

"Look, Posh," Donnie pulled out a box of cigarettes, "We've known each other for what- a year now?"

Posha narrowed her eyes as she watched Donnie light a stick and then offer her one. "What's your point?" she asked impatiently. She took the cig and let Donnie light it for her.

"Well, I was thinking... we could actually be friends. I could be your friend instead of your customer," Donnie said. Posha laughed, tendrils of smoke escaped her lips and nostrils, "Alright, Donnie-boy. We're friends. But that still won't get you out of paying that three-hundred bucks."

"Fine," Donnie sighed coolly, "Give me another week. I'll get your money." He leaned against the brick wall, deciding to stay and chat awhile. He had nothing else to do. His next job was later that night. A special delivery on the down-low. From point A to point B. A midnight run for $50.

Donnie turned his head down and to the side to sneak a peek at Posha's figure. She really was a pretty thing. Her affection made Donnie's heart sing and his blood run hot. Sometimes he could almost convince himself that she was his. But nothing in this life is free.. Except for maybe the smoggy air and the weak sunlight that hardly penetrated the haze.

[Wander]

"Quite a while has past since the last review, and things are finally moving along nicely. The others until now are still under the sun, digging around the area I had specifically told them to concentrate on. They had dug up much already, quite quickly for the amount of time they had spent, but sadly the entrance is much more deep in than I have expected. It won't be long until they find something-"
"Sir... Sir! I think you're going to need to put that journal down so you can come over here and see this..."
"Why speak of the devil."



"What do you think it is sir?"
"Hmm... It looks like one of those pillars in the sands... Except compared to the others, this one actually has a something engraved on it... It suspiciously looks like a... Door... I wonder..."

As he presses it, the next thing everyone knows, much of the sand and dirt, collapse into the ground, and an entrance is revealed.

"...Someone. Give me a flashlight..."

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"WHAT DO YOU MEAN EVEN SHE'S JOINING ME?" Jett exclaimed as he found out some "badnews" as he would take it. "You didn't know even 3rd year students can take the reviews and the SAT's?"
"I- I do... But... I was hoping that I could get away from her this time... Plus mom never told me anything about this!"
"Chill, man. It's just your sister-"
"Just my sister? JUST MY SISTER?" He takes a breath in before making his next statement. "Why would she join the review classes anyway? It's not like as if she's going to prove anything is she?"
"....Actually, I will." Kira managed to hear her brother from across the hallway and decided to butt into his chat. "I get to prove to everyone how much smarter I am than you." She continued grinning menacingly towards him. "Hardy-har-har. Very funny." Jett said with sarcasm.

[AliceMalice15]

Victoria sighed as she stepped outside for a cigarette. She knew the things were disgusting, but they made her relax. Plus she only ever smoked them when she was stressed. Deciding to take a walk she began strolling down the sidewalk. Soon she came upon a pair of people on a street corner smoking as well. Sizing them up Victoria leane against the wall of the building that stood at the corner.

Suddenly she glanced back at the boy. There was something about him. His clothes weren't anything special, but somehow he made them seem fashionable. He was handsom she'd give him that, but it amazed her how he seemed to make things work. Walking up to him she put on a winning smile and snuffed out her cigarette.

"Hey you," she called, "you got a minute?"

[UberPingu]

"If you're going to offer me a 'good time', then no thanks." Donnie eyed the attractive stranger. One long stare-down and he concluded without much thought: another whore. Man oh man.. Someday they'll take it all away. Self-control was never given much thought. The only thing Donnie really mastered was the ability to deal with consequences.

Posha was a bit more friendly, "You new around here or something?"
Donnie played with his cigarette impatiently. Small talk annoyed him. Fluff. Meaningless and unnecessary. The new girl was uninteresting so far. Few things caught his attention. He'd seen it all. Done it all. Yet he continues to get himself into stupid, sticky situations. Donnie wrapped his flannel closer to his body, so that it hugged the angular contours of his lean body. Still no comfort. Maybe another cig would do. Or maybe some food. His stomach growled angrily. It had been neglected for nearly 24 hours. Food should always come first.. Damn.. I should get my priorities straight.

[Peephole]

Warren awoke.

When most people say this, there tends to be an associated image of early-morning grogginess, an actual wake-up period. Warren seemed to transcend these stereotypes rather easily, shooting up the moment his alarm went off and mechanically going through his task list; shut off alarm, head for shower, get dressed, eat and pills, brush teeth, leave. This was all extremely routine, as it was to most people. The difference between "most people" and Warren was that others didn't keep track of their schedule down to the minute. He was very precise about what he wanted done, and when it would be done. After waking up at around 6:30, he allowed himself ten minutes for a shower, three to get dressed, seven for eating, and another two for brushing his teeth. It took about twenty minutes to drive to his work, and another eight to make his way up the floors of the generic office building. By the time he arrived at his desk in the System Analytics section, it was always almost exactly 7:30.

Despite this immaculately organized behaviour, Warren didn't uphold the look of someone who was obsessive about such things. He was quite often unshaven, his hair generally unkempt since cutting down the time so much in the morning left very few opportunities to fix himself up. Had it been any other employee, they most likely would've been fired by now. But Warren was probably the best System Analyst there, having saved the company's drives and servers from more than one crash. Apparently the managers thought him worth the eccentricities and odd appearance.

The day felt normal as he settled himself into the computer chair, spinning in a light circle before stopping at the keyboard, a random practice that he had somehow picked up during his years of work here. However, as his eyes drifted over the cubicle, he could've sworn he saw something a bit strange; what looked like a large, furry insect. His heart jumped, and he almost fell out of the chair as he stopped it at the desk, stumbling out of it and pulling himself to his feet. Warren turned around, staring out of his cubicle and into the small hall.

He took a few cautious steps outward, looking from side to side slowly and not entirely noticing the strange glances he was getting. After a quick examination of the hall with no results, his heart calmed a bit, and he returned to the desk.

What Warren didn't realize was that this wasn't going to be the last strange occurrence of the day.