^ Tis ok, sometimes it's hard not to. I will now begin the RP.

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Lyra sat on one of the roofs of Jordan Collage. She and Pantalaimon (Pan) - who was in the shape of a buzzard - were waiting for the others to show up. A letter had been sent to Lyra by an old man who owned a large cathedral and needed help to retireve something. Any ordinary girl would have been frightened of the prospect but then again, Lyra was no ordinary girl. She took out the Alethiometer and turned the wheels.
"Where are they" She asked it.
"Be patient, they are coming." The Alethiometer replied.
Lyra sighed and wrapped the Alethiometer back in it's black velvet, waiting for the others to come.

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"Without music, life would be a mistake." - Friedrich Nietzsche



"Make happy those who are near, and those who are far will come."

Fwee!

Will was lost. Again. He really wished that Lyra could have gone into more detail when explaining directions. It was dark, and he could barely see. The moon painted shadows among the trees. It shone brightly, yet the light it gave off didn't really help... it was slightly... opaque.

He finally found Lyra, basking in the moonlight on the roof. He could already sense her annoyance at his lateness... but then he realised that no one else was there. How strange, he thought. He had automatically assumed that everyone was there already, with the rhythm of their tapping feet making music in the silent grounds. But it was silent. Too silent.

He scrambled up to the roof. The knife dug into his thigh, but he didn't really notice. The air was crisp and cold on the roof, and there was a slight breeze... it made him shiver. Not just from the cold, but from apprehension... this unexpected message from Lyra frightened him, just a little. He knew they would face danger, again. His heart told him so. But his head... it was hopeful that it was nothing. But with Lyra, it was never just nothing.

Will saw Lyra's slightly annoyed, relieved and expectant face stare at him. She laughed at his attempt to get up onto the roof, and held out her hand to help him. Will grabbed it, rolled slightly, and in the most awkward position, said sheepishly, "Sorry I'm late."

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Thinking of new sig set...

(there is no such place as Jordan Colledge, these are the only ones http://www.ox.ac.uk/colleges/ )

Rosemary steeped down out of Blackfrias and bowed to the white robed monk. Then slipped under the trees a shadow in the sunlight

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Lord Ishion and Anamila crawled periously on the walls of a building in Tehnison. Stelina remained coiled around Ishion's neck while Mistis flew around them as they climbed. The instructions said they were to climb to the 99th floor, no small task. "It's no wonder why humans are never Death Bringers," Ishion said as they passed the 50th floor.
Anamila laughed and commented, "They can only use anti-grav vehicles to move around."
"Couldn't we do the same?" Ishion asked, already knowing the answer. "I don't mind climbing but it does get tiring."
"Because the target has guards on all of the floors. This is the only way to get there. But the reward is pretty good: a thousand gold. Normally we get what, fifty, sixty if we're lucky."
Ishion nodded and they continued their ascend. After a while, they reached the front door of 99th floor. Residences usually took up one floor with the door outside so people get to houses from their anti-grav vehicles. The door now was flanked by two guards with their bulldog daemon watching intently.
"Are you ready, my love?" Ishion asked as Stelina uncoiled from Ishion.
"Ready as always," was Anamila's response. Stelina and Mistis made for the bulldogs. Within one second, Stelina bit the neck of one daemon while Mistis latched himself the other, sucking her blood while killing her. The two daemons disappeared and the guards collasped, dead. They continued on into the floor soundlessly.

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I was cured all right.

(No, that's the college in Northern Lights, where Lyra comes from. It's fictional.)

Lyra looked at Will coming and stood up, "Where have you been? We've been here for hours!" She said, slightly annoyed.
"Have you seen the others?"

Amaris climbed up and on to the roof, Azalea had managed to clamber up but it was tough work for a fully grown panther to get on to a roof.
She walked over to Lyra and Will. "You could have chosen a place a little closed to the ground Lyra." She said and looked around, no one else was here. "Where is everyone?"

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"Without music, life would be a mistake." - Friedrich Nietzsche



"Make happy those who are near, and those who are far will come."

Fwee!

(another reason why i don't ike the book, Oxford dosn't need anything added, its perfect already)

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(Don't RP then if you're going to moan all the way through!! Oxford maybe be perfect already by Lyra's Oxford isn't the same as ours/yours!!)

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"Without music, life would be a mistake." - Friedrich Nietzsche



"Make happy those who are near, and those who are far will come."

Fwee!

Hailey pulled her black jacket closer to her. She was surprisingly freezing. Walking down the quiet street, with her daemon by her side in the form of a tom-cat.
"Did this Lyra person have to chose me to come? I had to fly in a plane all the way from Florida. It's freezing up here. My plane was delayed an hour. And now I have no idea were Lyra is because somebody happened to lose the directions." she mumbled, glancing at the tom-cat that seemed to be as happy as can be.
"what are you looking at me for?" he said.
Hailey shook her head, and turned a corner, not noticing that the roof above them sat Lyra...

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(btw Elenwë, could you update my chars)
Ishion and Anamila crept through the rooms silently as they looked for the target, who probably was sleeping. Stelina slithered among the rooms while Mistis flew around the area. Stelina then went to Ishion and said, "There is a room, guarded by two soldiers. I believe it is the target's chamber." Ishion nodded and he and Anamila went towards the room indicated by Stelina. They found the two guards, both slain by Anamila's daggers. Ishion unsheathed his sword and together they entered the room. There he was, sleeping on his bed. Ishion approached him with his sword and slew him as he slept. "Job done," Ishion commented as they left the room. "Wait," Anamila said, stopping Ishion in his tracks.
"What is it," he asked, deeply concerned and slightly annoyed.
"Look," she said, pointing at a window that showed a view, not of Tistion. "Maybe that's how the humans got here, through windows like these. Do you want to go in?" Despite the calmness in her voice, she was very eager to go in. She waited as Ishion thought but just then an alarm could be heard on the floor accompanied by the yells of guards.
"We don't have much of a choice," Ishion commented and together they went through the window with their daemons.

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I was cured all right.

(Okies, have done)

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"Without music, life would be a mistake." - Friedrich Nietzsche



"Make happy those who are near, and those who are far will come."

Fwee!

(ok ok *grins* btw my charrie can't really do anything till Amber arrives)

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(Okies, hopefully Nienna will be here soon.)

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"Without music, life would be a mistake." - Friedrich Nietzsche



"Make happy those who are near, and those who are far will come."

Fwee!

(Um, well Amber cant really come, she still has her skills from darklight, and is working on a contract for money, can she kinda enter the group at a different stage?? Oh, and i have changed her demon, it is now a small Cheetah.)

Amber gripped the gun tightly, her fingers curled round the trigger. She raised a hand and wiped the sweat from her forehead. She had been runing for hours, now this was the good bit Amber thought.
She pushed the door open slightly, no sounds. Amber forced the door open a little, then instantly froze as it let out a large creaking noise.
Amber heard something jump, she backed away from the huge oak door, then slid herself behind a coffee machine, silent as a mouse.
"Who's there!?!" came the frightened voice of Amber's target. "Hello?"
Amber stepped out into the corridor, and raised the gun.
"Shutup!" she spoke casually. "Into the office."
The man did'nt move.
"Now!"

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(Ok, but technically her dæmon can still change as she's still a child.)

Lyra sat in a huddle with Amaris and Will, she had lit a little lamp that she'd brought with her and they were reading the letter she'd been sent. When they'd finished she looked at them, "So? Are we goin' to help him?"

Amaris nodded, "It will be a good adventure. do we know where the orb is?"

"No, we have to go to meet the man first, he'll tell us where to go. I think it will be somewhere up north though, en't nowhere to hide summat like that down 'ere." Lyra replied and looked at Will, "What do you say Will, you comin' or not?"

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"Without music, life would be a mistake." - Friedrich Nietzsche



"Make happy those who are near, and those who are far will come."

Fwee!

(Ok.)

Amber stepped casually into the office, her new Nike trainers not making a sound against the luxurious deep pile carpet.
She stared at the office she was in, the expensive mahogany desk and drawers. The large plasma widescreen fixed to the wall. A Dell XPS sitting at a small desk in the corner.
Amber nodded in disgust. "This the luxury you been living in?"
The man nodded.
"A lot happened since last we met?" Amber asked.
"Yes, now may i ask. What the hell are you doing in my office!?!"
Amber smiled, her gun still aimed perfectly at her targets head.
"The thing in my hand says it all." she smirked.
The man said nothing, only stared at the gun in disgust, his face a picture of fear and terror. He was petrofied, Amber was here to kill him, there was nothing he could do now.
Amber fired.

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~Thank you to Estë Undómë for the Beeeautiful Banners & Avvie <3 ~

"What kind of world is this?" Anamelia asked to herself as she and Ishion wandered around Lyra's Oxford. They were amazed that all the buildings were so short, only about two floors at the very most. "How can all the people live in buildings like these?" Ishion wondered. They wandered on until they stumbled onto a group of middle agers with their daemons.

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I was cured all right.