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"Well...things have gotten complicated."

Birth, the deity of all life, watched as Jazz walked alone. She gave a soft smile, the memories of her past slowly coming back.

"Oh Jazz...We are almost too alike. The weight of the world on our backs. Take your time young one, seek out the answers you crave for."

Birth turned her attention to the town, and the red energy that cloaked it. Her heart began to ache as she watched her beloved creations tear themselves asunder. She knew it was time to put her own plans into motion.

In town, a man in a soft red jacket stood, watching as the chaos unfolded. On his sleeve he wore a distinct crest, the crest of Birth. It was a simple design, the heavens opening as a rose grew to the sky.

"I'm sorry, but it's time we find ourselves a new envoy..."

The words rang through his head, Birth was making her move. The man knew what to do. As he grabbed his things, he started to walk down the street. His target, a girl named Mirela....
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On the outskirts of town, Birth had another messenger busy as well. His job? Locate and bring back Jazz.

"We can't let Jazz get too far. It's almost certain he'll put up a fight, just give him my message."

As the two messengers made their ways to their destinations, Jazz was already on the outskirts of his home town.

On the outskirts of a tiny town not too far from the City, A silent Jazz stood. This was his hometown, the place where his journey began. He slowly walked into the city as he began to think back on his time here. As a boy, he lived with his parents, working with them in their bakery. He was a shy boy then, not one to pick a fight. He wondered what had happened to turn him from a shy young boy to the savior of this earth.

Coming up on a small building, Jazz stopped, his masked face looking up at the Kobayashi Bakery sign hanging over the boarded door. After removing the boards he stepped into his childhood home. As he entered he removed his mask, he wouldn't defile his parents grave in such a manner. The inside was charred, a wasteland of destruction from that night. Jazz slowly made his way to his room, the only untouched place in the house. Sitting on his bed, he reached under and removed a small box.

"Birth...I don't know why you chose me, but what I do know is that I must borrow the power you gave to me."

Jazz slowly opened the box. Inside a small pair of fingerless gloves, these were Loyalty. Jazz didn't understand all of the details, what he did know is that the deity of Judgment made seven weapons. These were the Seven Sins, seven weapons that were given to Reaper so that he may fulfill his duties. On the other hand, the Deity of Virtue made the Seven Virtues, the opposites of the Sins. These weapons were to keep the peace between the deity's. Reaper had all seven Sins, as for the Virtues, Virtue had all but one, the one that Birth had given to Jazz. Jazz didn't know exactly how to use Loyalty, or even what they did, all he knew was that he needed all of the help he could get.

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The man cloaked in red made his way down the street, his eyes scanning the crowd for his target. As he walked he felt eyes on him, staring from somewhere. As he looked around he noticed the young woman, hiding behind a building. He slowly made his way to her.

"You must be Mirela yes? I have a message from Birth."

Reaching into his jacket he pulled out a seal, much like the one on his jacket. It's bright red rose shone in the bright morning light.

"You are to be the temporary Envoy of Birth until the situation with the prior is dealt with. Please, fulfill your duties and assist this town in it's time of need."

Mirela kept herself peering out of the shadows, watching her surroundings. She felt that she was fine, well-hidden, and was planning on leaving the shadows around nightfall. Mirela continued these thoughts, however, until she saw the man in the soft red jacket walking her way. Quickly, she moved back into the shadows and took hold of her violin case, keeping her hands at the ready just in case she had to open it and use it. Mirela had really hoped she wouldn't have to, as she felt it would be better to avoid any conflict if necessary. After all, fighting was not her mission. Finding her mother was.

"You must be Mirela yes? I have a message from Birth."

Who was this man? How did he know her name? Narrowing her eyes slightly, Mirela took a hesitant step backwards, not exactly taking a liking to this man at all. What did he want with her?

"You are to be the temporary Envoy of Birth until the situation with the prior is dealt with. Please, fulfill your duties and assist this town in it's time of need."

"The Envoy of Birth?" She raised an eyebrow. "Why me of all people? What duties?!" Mirela wasn't very happy. All she came to the city for was to look for her mother, and now she was getting dragged into other business. After thinking for a moment however, Mirela let out a small sigh. It was against her nature to just... Turn her back on people in need, but if Birth had chosen her to be a replacement for the Envoy of Birth, even if its just temporary, she couldn't refuse. "Alright... What am I supposed to do? I'm not interested in fighting, I just want my mother..."

Birth's messenger was closing in on Jazz. As he walked into the small village, he took the time to take in the scenery. It was a quite little town, not too big. Meanwhile, Jazz made his way out of his house, his gloved hands in his pockets. He reached into his jacket once more and placed the mask back on his face, concealing his identity to the world, and more importantly himself.

Jazz turned to look at his home one last time. He placed his hand gently on the door, in his mind asking for forgiveness.

"Jazz Kobayashi!"

The voice rang out in the town, it's source being Birth's messenger. Jazz turned, his glowing eyes peering through the mask, his hand still on the door.

"So, Birth is already checking up on me huh?"

"I have a message for you, Jazz Kobayashi. Birth has temporarily replaced you."

"So, she's already moving on huh? So who gets the honor of carrying my curse?"

Jazz' voice was full of sarcasm. His soft smile under his mask hidden from the man in front of him. So I'm that easy to replace huh? What are you actually planning Birth?

"I'm sorry, I can't give you a name, I just know that it is a young woman. That's not all she wants to tell you Mr. Kobayashi."

"Oh, really now?"

"Birth has demanded you return to your duties. She has made the decision to come and get you herself if not."

Jazz' eyes widened at this. Birth was coming to Earth? What did this mean for the world? In his mind, he was more confused now then he was in the field.

"Tell Birth....Come get me then."

Jazz tilted his head a little, his smile under his mask known only to him. His hand began to glow slightly as the house behind him did the same.
Forgive me mother....father...I now know what I have to do
Jazz slowly closed his eyes as his childhood home exploded. The messenger covered his face as the rubble flew through the town.

As the blast subsided, Jazz was gone. The messenger looked around frantically for him. His eyes caught a glimpse of a horse with a shadowed figure atop of it.
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Birth gave a small, loving smile as she watched the events unfold. She knew what she had to do to make Jazz believe again.

"Virtue, be a dear and prepare the gate, It's time I payed my pupil a visit."

Tsuliria watched the building explode with a blank face and turning saw Jazz leave on a horse before turning her attention back to the messenger as a chain wrapped around his neck, she attached the chain to a building she was on pulling the man towards the building before hanging him up.
She jumped off the roof before landing in front of him, she stared at him for a moment.
"Consider this thanks for the information."

The chain snapped his neck before releasing him and dissipating, she turned and looked in the direction Jazz went before letting out a small sigh, reaching in her pocket she pulled out the lunch box Reaper gave her and started after him.
"He's heading in the direction of town."
Feeling the chains tug she sped up as she opened the lunch box, as she opened it red tentacles jumped out of the box and tried to wrap around Tsuliria's neck, she slammed the lid down and put it back in her sleeve her eye twitching.
"He gives me lunch......but didn't bother to kill it first."

The woman raised her sword cutting the violin case in half leaving Mirela time to pass by her, she turned over to her sticking the sword back in her sheath.
The woman rotated her right arm and shook her head before looking down at the body, she kicked it a few times before turning back to where Mirela left.
"Oh I just love it when they try to run away," The woman took hold of her head and taking it quickly turned it to the side cracking it.
"Guess I'll have to cut off her legs to keep it from happening again."

The woman leaned down and jumped out of the alleyway landing on the rooftops, she jumped from roof to roof keeping her trail of Mirela, a toothy grin on her face she pulled her hood up over her head, chasing the still bloody envoy of birth.
"I'll shove that violin down that defiant mouth of yours. Hahahahahahaha!"

((I had to leave for a a few days on short notice so I didn't have the chance to warn anyone. Sorry >.< ))

Flora had climbed up onto one of the many roofs' of houses and buildings to look around the city.
She saw the fight in the distance but she didn't do anything about it.
Getting closer seemed a bit pointless and looked like it was over anyway.
Running her fingers through her black hair, she sat down on the rough surface and bent her knees slightly as she rested her elbows on them, her arms going down.
Falling into a trance like state, she didn't even realize when the sun had set or how much time had passed since she had been up there.
Shaking her head, her eyes focused on the now visible stars before she jumped down and headed back to the cathedral.
It was her somewhat home for now.
She was flexible with moving from place to place so she would probably find another place to stay tomorrow.

Entering the building after she had seen a young man go in, she stood in the shadows before she climbed up the rafters.
If he did see anything, it would be small glimpses of her shadow moving across the walls or floor as she made her way around the place, being completely silent.
She didn't know why he was here or what he wanted, but she didn't want to put herself into a vulnerable position.
After a moment, she tilted her head to the side as the flames of the candles danced, making the shadows move in strange ways and not giving away her spot.
"Why are you here?" she asked as her voice bounced off the walls, echoing.

As the woman leaped and descended from the rooftop Mirela jumped slightly, breaking her stance. Why did she have to startle her? 'I guess surprises are something that she's good at... First the decapitation, and now this.' Regaining her composure, Mirela returned to her stance, narrowing her eyes at her, shooting her one nasty glare.

"A dog of birth? I didn't ask for the title of Envoy!" She shook her head. By this point, the woman had started laughing uncontrollably. How dare she mock her! 'She has some nerve, laughing at me like that...' When she mentioned taking the violin, the glare turned into a look filled with more sadness than anger, and Mirela scrunched her nose in distaste. "You will not take this violin, I'll make sure of that! It belongs to my mother and the only one who is going to have it is me."

"I am Nola, the sixth commander of Reaper, tell them I sent you when you reach the gate of oblivion!"

Mirela tensed a little as she listened to those words and watched Nola step closer to her. At this point, fighting seemed inevitable. 'Please, mother. Forgive me for what I am about to do, it seems that city-folk are incredibly persistent. I won't be able to come get you if I don't take care of Nola first...' She kept her eyes locked on to Nola, watching her carefully. Perhaps if she won, she'd get some answers out of her. She felt as if it was the only choice she had. "Well, Nola, as I said before... Dying isn't part of my plan. Spending more of my time with you isn't, either. I should be going but you insist on chasing me. You have my attention, let's make this quick so you don't waste any more of my time."

Mirela became quite confused herself when Nola stopped progressing forward, only to continue a few moments later. Had she said something odd? No matter, she had more pressing matters to take care of. She hesitantly took a few steps back, locking her eyes with Nola's. 'Fun? She views all of this as fun?!'

Her eyes widened as Nola ran towards her with the blade, things didn't seem to be looking in her favor. Since fighting was now her only option, Mirela slid her bow against the strings, preparing her move. "I certainly won't be joining anyone!" She proceeded to play a quick, fast-paced, energetic melody. 'Please work, I really don't want to die...'

Mirela ducked down to avoid the blade and continued her melody, feeling her heart race as the wall to her left began to shake and rumble. It wasn't long after that when numerous amounts of cracks began appearing in the structure. Between the cracks, a faint, pale green light began emerging. Here it comes! Mirela ceased her melody and turned her back to the wall once a hissing sound was made, for following the hiss came a medium-sized explosion, taking out a nice portion of the wall which sent pieces of stone flying through the air. Mirela turned her head long enough to see a piece of rubble around the size of an infant's fist fly towards her head. She let out a cry of pain when it struck her and felt fresh, warm blood run down the bridge of her nose and flow over to beneath her left eye. Luckily it wasn't large or fast enough to knock her unconscious or kill her, but she figured that getting hit with a rock was the price she had to pay for causing an explosion while she was so close to the target. A stupid and risky move, but it was the only thing Mirela could have done in the closed area. She hoped that Nola had gotten caught in the blast and taken a bit of damage... If not, she would have a bit more trouble escaping. 'Ouch... That.. That hurt...' If all else failed, she prayed that someone with good heart noticed the explosion and was on their way with help.