✨Run Away✨ Play Song: Punk tactics (if you want) . ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁ . ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁ . ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁ . ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁ . ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁ "No, that's public apathy." "That's empathy. Self-empathy, for some and public apathy for some. You just aren't sure which is which. And until you are, there is no point in subjecting me to your... fact less bases." "Must you see everything as a puzzle, for heaven's sake? Trust me buddy- you'll love-" "Ian Carnel. I have nothing to say. And yes, I am a mage. I work in the *Unlabeled* department. So yes, if you want me to take a case bring me something that's sort of a puzzle. We have been over this for the past five years. I don't do random deeds unless they are worth solving." This man's tone started from simply oblivious to completely sarcastic and furious. To be exact everyone knew that was how this man functioned. You wouldn't go past one day without conversing with him all because you happened to work in some minor department of Ministry of Magic, and he happened to work in the Department of Anomalies. For this man standing here, wearing those long robes of colour black with the department logo over a simple ceremonial garment of silvery white was none other than Chite Mala. To be exact, it wasn't his real name. No one ever used their real name in the ministry, but made use of codenames to keep their mage-ical identity a secret from others for the sake of their daily lives. And he was one too. Tall, more lean body type, with the upper portion being more buff, but shorter than the lower portion. Yes, his legs were longer than most. His skin was deep, somewhere between mocha and espresso. His long wavy hair tied up with a simple ribbon in a loose ponytail, holding it up with its lovely silver colours hat ended once again with the logo of lovely Sable black, with the tips ending in the colour of a dark sea green. His face was heart shaped, with a sharp jaw that always seemed jutted as if he was always angry. He wasn't really. He's just sarcastic. He had a broad forehead, sharp eyes that held a lovely dark blue green orb within, and a smile so domineeringly kind. Even if you hated his sarcasm, you'd end up loving his looks. And the man next to him, who was the "Golden Retriever" of the Department of Enquiries, was his best friend. To be exact Ian Carnel was again a man with a codename, but a man of higher stature than that of Mala. With a more well built body that certainly did not suit any fighting, but rather accounts, a heart of gold hidden within, and with those lovely strong arms that could take hold of Mala when Mala was on a rampage, he was an angel sent by heaven. For everyone. And certainly with his tussled half curly, half coily hair that fell just right past his ears, with that lovely caramel blonde colour, making it impossible to figure out which kind of hair was truly his kind of hair, the ends ending at a slight orange reddish colour, a sign of his soul magic. His circular face, with an edge to it, with that cleft chin, and broad jaw, and those lovely ruddy cheeks and that short forehead, that was often almost always covered with his hair did not hide the fact that his lovely mono-lid eyes that hid the deepest of green orbs like emeralds, that sparkled the brightest when light hit them, or when they met with Mala's. Truly, an angel indeed. "But for heaven's sake, you'll love it-" "I- ugh-" Did someone say Ian Carnel was an angel? Well, they were wrong. Utterly and Severely wrong, because Ian Carnel was a pure menace to none other than Chite. Someone who knew Chite in and out. Someone who knew the right words to make him go pink or red, from anger or from embarrassment. Someone who knew exactly what Chite loved or hated, what piqued his interest, and what did not. Anyways, currently, Chite found himself on the ground, p1nned to it, with Ian, standing next to his b0dy, that was held in place with magical pins. The ones accountants like Ian used to draft and file important documents, after a long day at work and this was humiliating at the very least. Why? Because it seems, Chite had been reduced nothing but a mere document with no puzzle and no case to solve. "Let me go- I swear to lord and god above that if you don't I'm gonna-" "Yeah, yeah. Except you stupid brain that works like a code breaking machine, you don't have much to say to me. Now listen to me. Carefully at that you schnipper schnapper. I dislike being interrupted. Anyways."
Continued: Ian sat down on one of the sofas, and Chite was allowed to get up, but his hands were still held in place, on his lap with those magical accountant pins, and he was grimacing, with a horrible frowning face, staring at Ian who merely smiled at Chite. "You know Lady Austin?" "Department of Magical Transportation, Lord Gregory Austin's wife, sister of Helios Fernbrad. Who wouldn't know her. She is also an incredible fool who cannot differentiate between a Transportation door, and a curse Rune Entrance. That by the way is haunted by anomalies. Fifth grade at academy, she failed." Chite knew the woman well, why wouldn't he? He was there, in her team, as Janet Austin failed to meet expectations. The Magical Transportation Department was the least special of all departments and barely had any support prices. Plus none of the workers were given code names there. "Yeah, well I was checking one of her recent files, cases assigned to her, and guess what? There's this door." "There's always a door." "Shut up. The door's odd, in a way that well, only magical fluctuations can cause. or runes, because it makes ones vision blur into red and blue, with about 50 % chance of never regaining sight." "It could be just-" "An influx door, yeah that's what I thought. But it says that it was last used about a century ago, and now it shouldn't have any-" "Ok. So are we talking about-" "Yeah, Chite. For you." He threw the file at Chite, who found a file at his lap. He made eyes at Ian to say "free me, my good man. How am I supposed to even read this file?". After which Ian did free him. And boy did Chite read the file. The sarcastic no emotion face, now showed a twisted smirk, all because he had found what he needed. A curse ruin anomaly. The spirit kind. --- "Alright. Get your notepads out, and the pens to. Let's figure out what this is." Chite stood in front of the white board, a marker in his hand. The glow in dark green marker, with hints of Thyme and Basil and a hint of Cherrydistus flowers, that casted a perfect enchantment of protection on the ink. Nowadays, one could never be sure enough that someone had not cast a sort of a hex or a curse at your marker, and getting into these horrid traps would not be a surprise you would be looking forward to. In front of him, seated on the chair, their hands on the desk, their robes more white than black, with their silvery white shirts tucked neatly sat three people. Not the same as his rank. You wouldn't be, not when Chite was the head of the department. But you could be wearing a white coat if you worked under the certain man. In this case, the two women and one man who worked under Chite's command, wore white robes to signify that they were not leaders, but the ordinary workers. Still, that didn't make the, ordinary, now did it? After all, one didn't just have magic and work in the most desirable and special top secret department in the entire Magic Ministry, did one? Forgetting all of that, which by the way was a rhetorical question to myself, we come to who we have in front of Chite. The three workers under the command of all mighty Chite were none other than (in code words) Prehni Te, Turine Aven and Hemate Ite. Three very special individuals with equally vexing personalities. Prehni Te, a short woman with the colour of porcelain plaguing her entire body, with small freckles under her eyes, and a kind smile, was the oddest of them all. She neither chose to support Chite's inconclusive descriptions, and sarcasm, nor did she support the other two teammates of hers' when they were exasperated with Chite's behaviour. Simply to say she was a panther with gold eyes (yes, she did have gold eyes) waiting for the right time to pounce, and if there was no need to pounce...well she wouldn't pounce. Simple. With dark moss green hair that was straight as possible, splattered with lighter shades of green, to the point one would think her hair was more white and pale green than moss green (all thanks to her magi), she would walk in your usual robes, but choose to have her tong hair tied in a simple bun with those monstrous clutches. And her glasses, those square shaped edges, only sharpened those gold eyes behind scaring the life out of many. Many could only wonder in fear what she would do next with them. Turine Aven. There wasn't much to say about this woman. Yet still, Conspicuous. Her stringy hair that could poof up like dried seaweed out of water, and yet still look like the murky waters within the amazon forest, and yet still be short enough to barely cover her face was certainly a sight to see. Underwater though, that was where her real magic lay. With an awfully buff body that one could only wonder why she had that when none in her family possessed the trait since birth like she, she had a firm grip. In ways,
