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<|description|>Dr. Caldwell, usually called "The Doctor"
Gender: Unknown
Age: 28
Appearance:
Equipment: Traditional plague doctor attire: A hooded suit with gloves and heavy boots, showing not even the glimpse of skin. One of the fairly well-known 'beaked' masks that have been used by plague doctors for decades, symbol of both dread and hope to equal amounts. Differently sized scalpels for medical purposes as well as general utility, together with a custom forged knife that resembles an oversized medical edge, but is primarily used for emergency self defense. All of those blades and some additional medical tools are being kept in a roll-out kit. Additionally, a bag filled with up to six round glass bottles that can hold different alchemical substances, from potions over glowing acidic liquids to handmade 'molotov'-esque 'thrown cocktails'. Wears a weighty ring on the right thumb that has a small clockwork mechanism built in. The ring has both a practical use and nostalgic value.
Furthermore owns a custom made bow and a selection of special arrows that hold small vials at the needle-shaped tip. Those vials can be filled with medical substances to create a crude, unwieldy equivalent to modern tranquilizer darts. This one is mostly brought when a specimen can't be approached safely, and due to the fragile and awkward handling, it doesn't see much use.
History:
Not much is known about the young doctor Caldwell. Born into a family of surgeons and destined to take over the family business, a small private clinic for customers who would prefer paying twice the price over having their disgraceful indisposition be seen in a public medical center.
Being shoehorned into the profession of a doctor and surgeon worked out well. Born with a talent for precise cuts, excellent memory and the genuine motivation to help people, the Doctor began working as a medical assistant before their fourteenth year of age, promoting to a full-fledged medical title before reaching eighteen.
As to be expected in this line of work, more than one incident happened where the Caldwell family came in contact with the less known, 'cursed' part of the population. The private nature of their clinic played an obvious part in these circumstances, as often they revolved around a 'mysteriously ill' family member of any influential, wealthy family.
When the Doctor was around the age of twenty-one, the number of incidents reached an inexplicable peak and took both Caldwell seniors into an early grave. The Doctor took it with dignity, knowing that they died trying to help people, and thus continued the family business with as little interruption as possible. It even birthed the plan to dabble in the field of alchemy - something the parents didn't support - in order to search for a cure rather than suppress the symptoms. The loss of the only other living family member - a half-brother who was in the business of medical supplies and helped the younger Caldwell sibling run the clinic after their parents passed away - two years later however was a hard hit that made the Doctors determination waver.
What's known is that the clinic didn't close its doors for even a day, and that the Doctor was never seen without their typical work outfit since then. Rumor has it that it was an unfortunate incident somehow involving the cure, and people often bring up theories about murder and betrayal. Some of them claim that the child of the two Caldwell surgeons died that day and the presumably dead brother assumed that identity out of remorse.
By now, five years have passed and whatever really happened was lost in gossip, rumors and paranoid theories. The Caldwell clinic is well-established and despite the odd tendency of the Doctor to always appear clad in the disheartening plague doctor attire, their competence is well-respected and consulted frequently, not only by the 'rich and famous' anymore. Other than Caldwell, only a single assistant is working at the clinic, a timid girl named Denise. Unknown to the public, the both of them are still working on a cure for the sickness that indirectly killed most of the Caldwell family.
Due to facts and fiction blurring so heavily in Sutton, nobody can say with certainty if the Doctor was a man or woman anymore. Some older folks around town remember stories about the Caldwell child, but every single one of them completely different.
Curse: /</s>
<|message|>Red Chambers
Red followed along, looking at the scenery around. Well not really scenery. More like a really old building. Not really that interesting.
I bet if you hit one of the walls it would collapse and kill you all.
Hey, if this building collapsed we would all die. You and I included.
"Even though your death sound FANTASTIC I'm not killing myself or these others by DEMOLISHING a building," Red voiced. Her red eyes flitted around the room, eyeing everything she could see with scared eyed, as if afraid that any object could become sentient and attack her.</s>
<|message|>Phoenix Estrielle
It was two hours past noon, and Phoenix had already surged past her forties. Her bones felt heavier, her skin looser, and her clothes tighter. In another few more hours, she anticipated, her shrinking body would give her more room to breathe. Ah, the burden of old age.
As they approached the seemingly dilapidated building, Phoenix questioned the structural integrity of the ramshackle, dirty thing. It wouldn't come as much of a surprise for her if the only thing that was keeping it aloof were the huge mass of clinging ivy dominating practically a whole front section of the mansion. Briskly, Phoenix skipped ahead of the others. Avrak was, at the moment, nowhere to be seen.
The large double doors of the mansion loomed before her. She was now standing upon the front verandah, regarding with interest the musky odor which had wafted out the moment she had taken a step forward. One of the doors, she noticed, had been left slightly ajar. Ever so slightly ajar. With a tentative hand, she nudged it open and peered into the gloom. Uncertain, she looked back at Avrion and waited for his signal to go-ahead. Meanwhile, she summoned Avrak, who swiftly landed on her outstretched arm with a grumpy squawk. He had been lounging around on the roof of the mansion prior to the group's physical arrival.
"We could use a little light," Phoenix grinned.
Moments later, Avrak's crimson-red feathers started to glow, first casting light into the shadows as a muted flame, before building up into a bright, eerie brilliance. To those who didn't know better, the most accurate description of him would be that resembled a living, breathing furnace - with wings. Phoenix supposed that she could send him in there first to light the way for the group, but Avrak was her most precious weapon. So she waited.</s>
<|message|>Dr. Caldwell, usually called "The Doctor"
The doctor had traveled the lightless district before, and not just once. If one wanted to acquire alchemic ingredients, there simply was no alternative than to enter here. While no stranger to its oddities and horrors, possibly even somewhat known if one was to ask at the right places, it never ceased to cause a certain feeling of unease. Restlessness seemed to make the flexing of Caldwells right hand more frequent, until the doctor eventually adjusted their right glove.
There wasn't much to steal from the doctor, but more importantly the kids mostly kept their distance to the masked figure. For the more superstitious folks, the outfit of a plague doctor wasn't exactly an omen of good health. Furthermore, half of the things one could acquire from the doctors pockets was potentially toxic, acidic or otherwise harmful to the fingers of your everyday thief.
Caldwell followed silently until they reached the run-down building of unapparent importance. The unspoken question about the past and present owners of the mansion spooked through their head as the doctor produced two flasks from the alchemical bag. The liquids within them were of a metallic grey and transparent respectively, though as soon as united and mixed, the result began shining in an almost phosphoric white. After adding a pinch of pitch black powder produced from one of the countless semi-obvious pouches in the plague doctor garments, the white shine turned into a murky orchid purple with black shapes twirling against the glass. The doctor corked up the round bottle, holding it in their right hand like some kind of abstract weapon, which it indeed was.
The little concoction Caldwell just mixed up was mostly resembling viscous gasoline in its features, with a little extra. Once in contact with oxygen and fabric, the liquid would eat into whatever surface, slightly damaging it but primarily sticking to it like tar. This process would then produce a gas with blinding properties, effectively disabling primary means of perception for the potential victim covered in it. Finally, it was highly flammable, causing the unlucky target to light up like a christmas tree if anyone was to add fire to the equation.
Doctor Caldwell nodded towards Avrion, signalling him readyness.</s>
<|message|>Avrion Whitlock
Phoenix and Doctor Caldwell had made their own preparations to enter. Avrion looked to both of them, giving each a confirming nod. The professor wanted to personally take the front. He moved up to the busted door and drew the multi-barreled flintlock he'd brought with him for the venture. "I don't expect anything in the house but the tunnels below are another story. Move in single file line. These floorboards are old. We might as well walk on parchment. Deep below is a cellar so watch your step." With that he pushed the busted door open and walked slowly, choosing each step carefully. The floorboards creaked consistently with each step.
Ray Conover drew close behind Avrion, crossbow leveled and scanning the corners. Avrion spoke with a subtler voice. "We're meeting someone at the end of that tunnel. I will go first as she is quite uncomfortable with strangers and has her own process of doing things." The front hall here was wide and was connected to several of the major rooms in the mansion.
There was a creaking sound from the boards overhead. "That's not right. There shouldn't be any furniture above us." Unsettled dust drifted from the ceiling eerily.
"Uh -" Is all Ray manages before the boards beneath his feet splinter apart, cascading the hall from the hellish amount of disturbed dust. Ray was gone. Swift footfalls hammer the floor above and creaking comes from the side rooms. From the stairs up and some of the rooms around charge brigands with hoods and masks hiding their faces. They brandish their blades and rush forward.
Coughing, Avrion shouts as he reaches the door down to the cellar. "Move!" Taking aim at the bandit on the staircase he fires, planting deadly lead in his rib cage.</s>
| <|message|>Dr. Caldwell, usually called "The Doctor"
Caldwell watched Avrion and Conover take the lead, and followed right after the latter. The dim shine of sunlight, creeping through the leaky walls here and there was hardly enough to illuminate the interior of the building, and served as a blinding dagger to ones eyes instead, if looked at directly. The air was dusty and thick, but somehow not old enough to fit the image of an abandonned complex. The doctor might have noticed, if it wasn't for their mask isolating all sense of smell and feeling from the exterior world. But they didn't notice. Neither of them did, until it was too late.
Suddenly Conover was gone, a gaping hole in the floor where he was, seconds ago. His presence replaced by a number of brigands charging the group. This was one of the situations Caldwell was not properly prepared to deal with. A singular foe didn't pose as much of a problem, but the doctor couldn't possibly carry enough flasks for every single one of them. Within the matter of a second, they had the scalpel-like knife in their free left hand, gesturing with the dangerously glimmering flask in their right to try and intimidate the attackers, keeping them out of close proximity. It seemed to keep the nearest brute at bay for now, though the horrifing sound of a crossbow bolt colliding with the wood at Caldwells feet urged them to act quickly. 'They're aiming for our legs', the doctor thought in the heat of the moment. 'They don't just want to kill us...' There were worse fates than a quick death, and Caldwell didn't plan to suffer either of them, not today.
Taking a deep breath, the doctor covered the distance to Conovers former position in two long running steps, before jumping over the hole and just barely reaching the other side, accompanied by a low grunting sound. A piece of plank broke off to rain down into the unknown depths and rob the doctor of balance, but they managed to regain it quick enough to not follow the mercenary downwards. Jumping the gap effectively cut most of the bandits off unless they intended to follow. While hurrying towards the open doorframe Avrion stood in, Caldwell perceived the sound of a dying man tumbling down the stairs on this side of the abyss, after a lethal shot probably pierced his lungs.</s> |
<|description|>??? People call him the Crimson Man
Age: Died when he was 27, now though, who knows.
Gender: Male
Appearance:
A tall man at a little over six feet tall with the muscular build of somebody who's fought battles his entire life. With longish crimson hair and golden eyes. Though usually taking the form of glowing crimson butterfly when he appears in human form, he is transparent. He usually appears wearing a bloodstained outfit akin to what a Samurai would wear, dating him in the Sengoku Era.
Personality: Not much is known about him currently, but judging from what he does, he appears to be kind and protective. He seems to care enough about the dead he leads to learn their names.
Physical Traits: ???
Mental Traits: ???
Abilities: He is able to manipulate things in this land between living and dead to a certain extent, such as bringing the teens back if they were to fall off the paths. He is also able to freely change between his true form and butterfly form.
Color: Red
How they died: ???
Clues Discovered: N/A</s>
<|message|>??? People call him the Crimson Man
Crimson Butterfly: Journey
The scenery was unlike anything they had ever seen before, as they had lived in the big city of Tokyo. They were in a clearing, a small, circular, patch of dark soil amongst the darkness around them. They were the only living things among this circle, it seemed that everything else was dead. Outside the circle was a forest thick with tall dark pines making it impossible to see very far around them. It was completely silent, no birds, no rustling wind, anything to tell them that this was all a normal forest.
If one were to look up from the clearing, the sky would be completely clear. It was such a dark black that it looked nearly blue or purple. It was dotted by tiny silver stars that were completely unlike the sky that they were all used to. The constellations were all in different places. The moon was full and the color of blood, casting an eerie light into the clearing below.
From their patch of safety were three very different paths. All of them pointing north, with one straight and the other two angled to either the left or the right. The path in the middle looked like the safest, wide and free from branches, roots, or anything else that could impede their way. The one on the left was narrow enough that they'd have to pass through one by one. The ground was uneven and one who was clumsy might have had a hard time with it. The path on the right was too dark to see down, but appeared to be in between the two on terms on wideness. In front of the left path was a tiny, glowing, crimson, butterfly, the only spot of color other than themselves in the dark scenery. It was fluttering in lazy circles in front of the mentioned path, seemingly trying to lead them teens somewhere.
Each teen was in the small clearing, lying a bit a ways away from each other as not to scare any of them. A girl with bright red hair was directly in the middle of the clearing on her back. She'd wake up looking directly as the sky. The boy with snow colored hair was at the edge of the clearing, leaning against one of the many pine trees. His head, shoulders, and legs, were painted with pine needles, telling him that they had been there for some time. The girl with orange hair was laying directly in front of the middle path, a solitary branch from a nearby pine hung over her. The branch was thick and strong, something that would most definitely hold her weight. The final teen, a boy with dark hair was laying on the far side of the clearing. He was on his side and the first thing he was going to see was the girl with red hair.</s>
<|message|>Seiji Tsukasa
Tsukasa slowly regained consciousness. It was odd. One moment, he was.... Wait, where was he, actually? He couldn't remember what the hell he was doing before this, or anything substantial but his name at that. He slowly opened his eyes. His whole body ached. Before long, he finally opened his eyes, after blinking quite a few times before that. He was... in some kind of clearing? He looked around for a bit, and he also felt unusually agitated. His breathing was fast and he also felt his heart beating like crazy, After a while, he finally calmed down and stilled his breath. The intial panic subsided to give place to more rational thinking. He looked at his body, just to find himself being a mock of a pine tree. He was wearing a white dress shirt, along with rolled up dark pants, which were being held in place by a pair of red braces with yellow polka dots in them, so his clothes got painted really badly because of the pine needles. 'How long have I been here?' Tsukasa thought, before standing up and taking the little pine needles off his clothes with his hands, and then went on with his head.
He stopped briefly in where his hairpin was, and caressed it a bit. He thought he might remember something, but nothing really came to mind. He was feeling a bit frustrated but still... "Well! Things will just come together later!.... I think." Tsukasa said, to no one in particular, as he threw his arms behind his head. After that, he started walking through the forest he was in. It was really odd, to say the least. The trees didn't seem alive, they looked alive, but they didn't seem alive. It was an eerie feeling that took all over Tsukasa's being. His eyes were drawn to the sky next, while he tried to get away from that eerie feeling that made him frown. Much to his surprise, the sky didn't alleviate him, in fact, it just made him feel all the more intimidated.
It felt like an eerie premonition for something, but what? As far as he knew, he was all alone there, so no one could actually do something to him, or at least, he hoped that was the case. While he roamed through the forest, though, he suddenly stopped, moved his head around and then scratched his head. "Now, this is a problem. I think I'm a little lost." Tsukasa said. Not that he wasn't already lost, mind you, but the realization did only come to his head just now. He could only barely make out the space he was in. It was spacious, yes, maybe two people would fit into it? It was also pretty dark, and scary. Tsukasa wasn't even able to look down to the floor, for God's sake! Whatever it looked like or if he could use it to guide himself a little better was obscured by the unnatural darkness of the path.</s>
<|message|>Hideki Kita
Hideki felt....hard ground under him. He couldn't say why this was his thought but it felt as though it was the wrong kind of ground. 'What does that even mean?' he thought as he began to register the fact that there was little sound around him. Just as he had started to accept that there wasn't much to hear, he heard a voice which caused him to instantly snap his eyes open. "Well! Things will just come together later!.... I think." Hideki heard the footsteps of the boy who had just spoken, but he couldn't take his eyes off the sight just in front of him. There was a girl laying there who had hair that was redder than any hair he could remember seeing. In fact, he just realized, he couldn't remember anything.
He pushed himself up and propped himself up on one arm and noticed there was yet another person. Everything seemed......wrong was the best way to describe it. He knew he was in a forest, so where were all the animals? The trees weren't moving, but there wasn't even the feeling of a breeze. Even without that however, Hideki shivered. 'I don't really feel like hanging out here, but maybe one of these other two can help me. Plus, it'd be best to make sure they're alright.' He stood up and walked toward the pathways looking directly at the butterfly. It seemed to be unafraid of his presence, not that he was trying to frighten it, which was unusual. He stepped in front of the middle pathway and looked down it seeing that it seemed to be the clearest and likely best option to move forward.
He looked down at the girl laying practically at his feet and noticed the branch. He frowned slightly wishing he could help remove it, but knowing there was no way with how weak he was. He took a step back and turned to an angle where he could face both of them waiting for some sign of life. 'If neither of them move, I'll have to check their vitals. Should I have to check their vitals and there is any sign of life I should probably start gathering food and other sorts of supplies from wherever I can find them...' He quickly was lost in his thoughts.</s>
<|message|>Erin Iwasaki
The first thing she remembers is the musky smell of dirt.
Erin exhaled deeply and stretched her limbs out, feeling the muscles tense and relax as she regained consciousness. She rolled over and lied on her back, before opening her eyes. The stars shone brightly above her, but a large branch highlighted by the light of the moon obscured her vision. She smiled softly and raised an arm to swat the branch away, but was only able brush the tips of the leaves oozing red. Still disoriented, she closed her eyes and dug her hands into the ground, rolling soft clumps of dirt between her fingers.
Red moon. Silver stars.
A spasm rocked through her body and she jerked into wakefulness, sitting up to stare at the sky. The moon shone a bright red and the stars sparkled metallically, as if mocking reality.
"Huh?"
She could not remember who she way or why she was there—she felt her chest hollow and her heart drop. It was then she noticed the presence behind her, and she immediately pivoted, ready to throw her entire weight into whatever it was.
It was a boy about her age, who looked just as confused as she. She studied his face for a moment before she relaxed. It was good to be around another person.
"Uh, hi," she said,"You wouldn't happen to know why we're here, would you? And is it just me or does the sky seem kind of weird?" It was a strangely casual remark for the situation she was in, but without her memories, extroversion was the default she felt comfortable with.
She took the moment to look around and noticed a glowing red light near a path to the left. It seemed to be flittering here and there, reminiscent to a firefly or a butterfly. Before looking closer to investigate, the bright color of red--the shade of a girl's hair--caught her eye.
"Damn," she murmured, and rushed to the girl's side,"what the hell is going on?" She shook the girl lightly and pressed a couple fingers to her throat. A pulse. She sighed in relief, and supported the girl to a sitting position. Erin looked at the other boy in the clearing and asked, "And you? You ok? I should've asked you that first."</s>
<|message|>Mika Akira
'Mmmm.... Pine? Why do I smell pine trees? And why does my head hurt a bit? Its probably nothing.... And am I laying on the ground? I smell fresh soil too.... I know I need to wake up, but I don't want to open my eyes. I just want to lay here in peace.... Wait, is something touching my neck?! Why am I starting to sit up!? What the hell is going on here!?' Mika thought to herself, quickly opening her Peridot eyes as she stiffened at the sight of her surroundings.
She shook off the girl and scrambled to her feet, dusting off her black and white attire as she stared at the three people in front of her; One boys, and another girl. The girl with the orange hair was kneeling on the ground where she once was, having been the one helping sit her up. And then the boy with the black hair.... She looked closely at him, trying to figure out this weird feeling she had going on in her gut.
"W-Who are you all, and what are you doing here? What am I even doing here? What's going on, and why can't I remember anything?! Did you two do this to me!?" Rose asked as she started to panic, not knowing what to do, where she was, or even who she was. This was so confusing, she just wanted to curl up into a ball and disappear. So many questions roamed her mind as she leaned against a pine tree, her eyes wandering from the two people who seemed to be the only ones, to the glowing red butterfly that appeared to have the color of her hair all over it.
It was absolutely beautiful, her mind mesmerized as she approached it and offered it her finger. "What is a wonderful innocent being doing in such a forest like this?" She questioned it quietly, her blood red hair swaying a bit as she shook her hair back and forth. "Why must bad things happen to such good creatures?" She asked even quieter than before, wondering if anybody had heard her or not. She was calmed by this butterfly somehow, the sight of something good in this ominous place felt like a relief to her.
She waited patiently for someone to answer her questions, wondering if they even knew themselves.... Or if she could even trust them for that matter.</s>
| <|message|>??? People call him the Crimson Man
The Crimson Man
"No, no, no, no! Why did Seiji have to go down the right path! He'll never find his way through the darkness without any light." The Crimson Man said to himself in a panicked tone. Not that the teens could hear him in his butterfly form. All they could see what his flight pattern change to something more erratic and panicked. It would seem he would have to lead them down the right path instead of the safety of the left one. The right path was tricky even with light, there were sudden twists and turns that if not followed would lead the teens off the edge of a drop, or onto freezing cold water. They couldn't die here, considering they were already dead, but it would wear him out to bring them back each time.
That was part of his deal with Kami-sama, he could manipulate things somewhat in this land between the living and the dead, but not without cost. Because his job would be easy, and Kami-sama didn't want that. Then every undeserving teenager would get a second chance at life and screw it up. Only those who proved themselves got to go back. The Crimson Man hoped that this group would make it. They really did deserve to go back after dying in such horrible ways. He wished he could take his human form and hug them all, but that would scare them. And he couldn't touch them in his own, ghostly form. It was Mika who was the first to approach him, reaching out a finger for him to land on. Normally he would have, but there was no time now. Instead he did the butterfly equivalent of bop to the nose. He fluttered past her, brushing her nose with a wing as he did. He stopped at the right path and increased his glow, showing the teens that he could light the path if needed. And it was needed if they were all going to get to the next clearing safely.
The Right Path
The right path was exactly as described. A long, pitch black road with sudden twists and turns leading to drops, water, ditches, things that wouldn't be fun for anybody. If those turns weren't taken, the teens would find themselves in a bind. Seiji was very close to one that led to a ditch that would be impossible for him to climb back up himself. The path was really only dangerous if one wandered off without the light the crimson butterfly could offer. It was one of the longer beginning paths and could tire out those without much stamina. But was wide enough that those who were clumsy didn't need to worry about falling off.</s> |
<|description|>Seiji Tsukasa
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Appearance:
Standing at 5'5'' and weighing 130 pounds, Tsukasa's frame is rather slim. Tsukasa has white hair reaching his neck and usually wears some kind of hairpin to keep it out from his line of sight.
Personality: The best way to describe Tsukasa is as someone eccentric and quirky. He is quiet and perhaps even unsociable towards others when he is in company of others, but talkative and silly when he has grown accustomed to you. Perhaps this is what made him an outcast from the others in society, school or otherwise. Always a loner, not by choice but because he was always way too nervous to even think about talking to the person next to him. Of course, he knew much of the ways of the world, and he knows that people would probably come after him for being the way he is, and so, he developed acting skills that would help him put up a front against anyone who'd try to harm him.
Of course, this doesn't mean he is aloof or anything of the sort, in fact, he is quite loving and grows attached to others rather quickly. Tsukasa is quite sticky and loves to have physical contact with others, even to the point that he can be annoying. Also, he has an odd fixation with hair, mostly female hair, and often grabs the hair of anyone, willing or not.
Physical Traits: He isn't in shape and has low stamina. He is quite dexterous with his fingers, but has terrible motor coordination. His eyes, though, are in a scale of 20/10, meaning he can see things rather far or otherwise.
Mental Traits: He thinks fast, really fast, particularly when it comes to mathematics. He has great attention for detail. He gets distracted way too easily.
Color: 6ecff6
How they died: Tsukasa was killed by a group of people who had him in their sights for quite a bit. He was beaten and tortured with different instruments, until he had no option but to beg to be given the gift of death.
Clues Discovered: N/A</s>
<|message|>Hideki Kita
"Uh, hi. You wouldn't happen to know why we're here, would you? And is it just me or does the sky seem kind of weird?" The girl's voice snapped Hideki back into reality. He looked at her and sputtered "N-no I wouldn't. Sorry I was lost in thought hoping that you would both wake up". He watched as the girl rushed over to the girl with the red hair. She seemed to shake the girl's shoulder a bit and Hideki began to stand. He could tell by her sigh that the other girl was still alive. He was happy to know that no one had died. He brushed himself off a bit and looked back at the first girl. "I'm fine thank you. My name is Hideki by the way." He smiled brightly and saw the other girl spring up from where she was laying. She seemed to be panicking which Hideki couldn't blame her for, before she walked over to the butterfly.
Hideki smiled even brighter at her conversation she was having with the butterfly. "I don't really know what's happening myself. This other girl has only just woken up before you. I don't know why any of us are here and I don't know that I want to know. The only thing I really remember is my name. I don't know about you two." he watched as the butter fly flew to the right path and began to flutter erratically. He watched as it almost seemed to be pointing them in that direction. "I think your new friend wants us to follow it." he said looking at the red haired girl and gesturing toward the butterfly. He took a few steps toward the rightward path and turned to the others. "I don't expect you to trust me since we only just met, but I think we should go this way. If this is where we part ways then...it was nice meeting you I suppose". He turned back toward the butterfly. "Take me wherever it is I should go I suppose. I don't know why I trust you because butterflies shouldn't glow...but you're the only connection I have right now so, onward!"</s>
<|message|>Erin Iwasaki
Erin looked up from her position on the ground to Hideki and said, "Hey, that's good to hear. I'm Erin."
She lost her balance as the girl with striking red hair shot out of her arms and jumped away from her. Erin was about to reassure her that they were all in the same situation and that they could work together, but the girl suddenly turned and approached the floating red light she had seen earlier. It came closer and fluttered gently—a butterfly.
There was nothing to explain. Hideki had already briefed the girl on their situation and had done so with a warm smile.
"What a nice guy," she thought,"We'll get along fine."
She walked up to the pair as the butterfly started to zig zag across the air, as if alerting them of something; Erin watched the creature in fascination as it flew to the right road and continued it's erratic movements. The others seemed to be inclined to follow the butterfly, but the clear road to the middle appeared much less dangerous. She looked at the two roads again before nonchalantly shrugging.
"Sure, let's go! Better than staying here, right?" She said brightly, "As long as we stick together, it should be fine. Plus, we have a new member to the party." Erin pointed a thumb at the butterfly and beckoned the rest towards the road.
"I'll go first to make sure there aren't any weird steps," she said, before following the butterfly into the dark path.</s>
<|message|>Mika Akira
Mika listened to the male as he spoke about being just as clueless as her. But she stared at the butterfly as she followed it closely, getting to the right pathway and wondering if this was a trap or something. But she couldn't just stay here, just in case this was not a trap and they were both truly clueless. "I'll go with you two.... But only because I can't stay here alone.... It'd be too dangerous, and being with two people is better than no people.... This place is too weird for us to split up now." Mika said quietly as she looked at the two, deciding to trust them until they crossed her.... If anything, she could get rid of them easily if she had to.
But right now, not trusting them wasn't an option. So she silently followed the girl with the orange hair into the dense, weird forest, hoping that they'd maybe find some tools or some useful items, shelter, or maybe even food. All she knew is they'd need somewhere to stay, and fast, as this place didn't seem like the best place to camp out under the stars or anything close to that.</s>
<|message|>Seiji Tsukasa
"What's up with this forest? It's seriously creepy." With his hand still behind his head, Tsukasa continued on walking through the forest. He tried his best to try and keep on track, but more than once did he hit his nose against a branch or something similar, or at least, he hoped it was like that. Hitting something that wasn't a branch right now in a forest that seemed straight out of a horror movie would be the absolute worst, and something he didn't really want to even think about. "If I could only remember what I was doing here... Maybe it'd be easier to find a way out of this creepy forest." Tsukasa said.
While he wasn't clumsy, he still stumbled upon something. He was just about to fall, but he was able to regain his balance and not fall down, while putting his arms to his sides to keep his balance. "Ah, that was close. My clothes are already dirty, making them any dirtier... It'd probably be hard to wash off." Tsukasa looked at his clothes, trying to see if they got any dirtier. Luckily, they didn't. He let out a relieved sigh.
Still, he started hearing some voices from behind him. They were faint, but they were there. Tsukasa turned around, feeling hopeful. At the very least, he wasn't alone inside that clearing. "So there were other guys here?" Still, the thought of talking to them just like that was a bit intimidating. He was a bit unsure of what to do, but still, the light he was able to see all the way to where they were was actually relieving. Instead of doing anything else, Tsukasa decided to wait for them. He turned around and waited for them quietly.</s>
<|message|>Hideki Kita
As the butterfly led them down the path Hideki tried as hard as he could to remember something...anything. He remembered only what had recently transpired however and it was beginning to frustrate him. He could hear slight movement not too far down the path and began to feel slight panic along with the frustration. That was when the light from the butterfly revealed the face of another boy. Hideki felt his legs begin to want to carry him the other direction, but he continued anyway. He called out to the other boy "Hey there! Are you okay? We woke up in a clearing and have no idea how we even got here. My name's Hideki by the way". He looked to the boy curiously.
He then turned to the girls and smiled at them. "I can guarantee you that we're going to get out of here eventually. There has to be an end to this forest and from the end it'll be easy to make it to a town or something where we can use a phone". He smiled as warmly as he could hoping that he was right. 'If I'm wrong...I'm going to unfortunately be letting them down. I have to get us out of here and I hope this guy can help. He's probably the one who was talking when I woke up'.</s>
<|message|>Erin Iwasaki
She stomped over dead leaves and twigs that scattered the ground, the light of the butterfly her only support. The forest gleamed an ominous red from the light that managed to get past the cluster of trees, but it was not enough to aid a smooth passage.
"Ah, damn," she cursed, and pushed a branch that had almost hit her in the face away,"watch it, guys."
It was quiet, the only sounds coming from the trampled objects beneath them and their own shaky breathing—she became more frightened the further she moved, the more twists she followed, and the darker it became; however, her resolve to stay strong reared it's stubborn head.
She coughed her throat and said, "Well, let's do introductions again. I'm Erin, and this is Hideki—we really don't know why we're here, but I think we'll be ok together."
The distant sound of a voice cut her off, and she stopped speaking; she continued forward, a steely resolve to find the source of the noise; the butterfly seemed to be undeterred by the noise and pressed on—so she followed.
Hideki surpassed her and approached what appeared to be another boy; Erin walked up to the two, and noticed the butterfly was not progressing without them. She immediately relaxed, and turned to the strange boy before grinning and saying, "I'm Erin. We're all trying to get out of this creepy ass place, so we're following that butterfly…That sounds a bit stupid when I say it like that, but we're ok. You don't know why you're here, either, huh?"</s>
<|message|>Mika Akira
Mika stared at the two people in front of her as she walked behind them, hearing the girl introduce herself as Erin and explained that the boys name was Hideki. Apparently they were as clueless as her, and she wondered where exactly she was headed as they all followed the glowing red butterfly, as if they were blind as a bat.
"I'm Mika.... Nice to meet you both." Rose said quietly, wondering if Erin and Hideki heard her as they sped up and moved towards an unknown voice. Mika hesitated for a second before she started walking up again, meeting up with the two people she knew and.... Another boy who must've wandered down this path while they were unconscious and before they even came close to waking up.
"I'm Mika, I'm glad to see another person. The more people we have in our party, the better a chance we have at survival." Mika explained, knowing everyone might've thought this once they all had first woken up. If not, then they were hearing her opinion on the whole 'survival in this devilish woods' thing. She was also glad that she hadn't woken up here alone.... She probably would've had a heart attack and died if she did.</s>
| <|message|>Seiji Tsukasa
The other guys approaching him seemed to be a group of three, being two girls and one guy. With Tsukasa, they would be two boys and two girls then. Still, when everyone just suddenly arrived and started introducing themselves, Tsukasa didn't really know what to do. "Eh? Oh, um." He nodded, at everyone's introduction. "I-I'm Tsukasa. Nice to meet you, I think?" Tsukasa simply said, while rubbing the back of his head. Somehow, he felt a bit awkward in this whole situation. Still, that guy, Hideaki.... He did mention something about phones. Did they even have their phones with them? "Um... no, I don't know either why I am here." He looked around, and the only real source of light was the butterfly... the butterfly. The red butterfly...
Tsukasa approached it with a curious look in his eyes. "It's so pretty... Hehe, it shines. How do you shine? Can I shine like that too?" He touched its wings with curiosity, being careful not to hurt it nor to scare it away. "Why is such a pretty thing in a forest like this? Can you guide us out of here?" Tsukasa talked with it, even though he knew that it probably didn't understand him. He then turned around ready to keep walking. "We should keep walking. I-It creeps me out a bit just standing around in one place in this forest. It feels as if someone were watching me." Tsukasa had a question in mind, but he had already forgotten what he wanted to ask.</s> |
<|description|>Hideki Kita
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Appearance:
Hideki is about 5'7" and weighs 150. His hair, while long, is tamed to stay out of his eyes through years of styling it away. While not visible unless he takes his shirt off, he has a scar the runs diagonally across the left side of his chest.
Personality: Hideki is the kind of person who is extremely friendly to everyone he meets. He enjoys making friends and being around people. He is loud and in many people's eyes can be quite obnoxious. He is loyal to a fault though. Once you are his friend, you could punch him as hard as you could and he would still try to find the good in you and everything you do. He considers his friends to be more like his family. Unfortunately, he can also be hotheaded and never backs down from a challenge.
Physical Traits: Hideki moves very quickly and was on the track team. He is not known for his clumsiness, however he is clumsier than most of his peers. While fast, he is anything but strong. In fact, people often make fun of him for how weak he is.
Mental Traits: Hideki's mind goes a mile a minute. He can hear one thing in a conversation and it will lead him to a whole new topic. Some call it ADD, he considers it to be normal in his own mind. However, he always gets excellent grades and has made the honor roll quite often to the point where many consider him a genius. However he is not good with processing other people's emotions. They actually frighten him sometimes.
Color: #228b22
How they died: Never one to back down from a challenge, Hideki and one of his classmates were racing around the school to the rooftop, the other kid was a gymnastics team member and had known Hideki for a while. As they entered the school, Hideki saw an opportunity for an advantage and decided to use the very rarely used, emergency staircase. He ran up the stairs as fast as his legs would carry him. When he finally reached the fourth floor, he turned hard to go up the final set of stairs grabbing the railing. The next thing he knew, he heard a snap, and he was seeing the first floor rushing up to greet him. He final thought was 'I can't believe I'm about to lose'.
Clues Discovered:</s>
<|message|>Hideki Kita
Hideki felt....hard ground under him. He couldn't say why this was his thought but it felt as though it was the wrong kind of ground. 'What does that even mean?' he thought as he began to register the fact that there was little sound around him. Just as he had started to accept that there wasn't much to hear, he heard a voice which caused him to instantly snap his eyes open. "Well! Things will just come together later!.... I think." Hideki heard the footsteps of the boy who had just spoken, but he couldn't take his eyes off the sight just in front of him. There was a girl laying there who had hair that was redder than any hair he could remember seeing. In fact, he just realized, he couldn't remember anything.
He pushed himself up and propped himself up on one arm and noticed there was yet another person. Everything seemed......wrong was the best way to describe it. He knew he was in a forest, so where were all the animals? The trees weren't moving, but there wasn't even the feeling of a breeze. Even without that however, Hideki shivered. 'I don't really feel like hanging out here, but maybe one of these other two can help me. Plus, it'd be best to make sure they're alright.' He stood up and walked toward the pathways looking directly at the butterfly. It seemed to be unafraid of his presence, not that he was trying to frighten it, which was unusual. He stepped in front of the middle pathway and looked down it seeing that it seemed to be the clearest and likely best option to move forward.
He looked down at the girl laying practically at his feet and noticed the branch. He frowned slightly wishing he could help remove it, but knowing there was no way with how weak he was. He took a step back and turned to an angle where he could face both of them waiting for some sign of life. 'If neither of them move, I'll have to check their vitals. Should I have to check their vitals and there is any sign of life I should probably start gathering food and other sorts of supplies from wherever I can find them...' He quickly was lost in his thoughts.</s>
<|message|>Erin Iwasaki
The first thing she remembers is the musky smell of dirt.
Erin exhaled deeply and stretched her limbs out, feeling the muscles tense and relax as she regained consciousness. She rolled over and lied on her back, before opening her eyes. The stars shone brightly above her, but a large branch highlighted by the light of the moon obscured her vision. She smiled softly and raised an arm to swat the branch away, but was only able brush the tips of the leaves oozing red. Still disoriented, she closed her eyes and dug her hands into the ground, rolling soft clumps of dirt between her fingers.
Red moon. Silver stars.
A spasm rocked through her body and she jerked into wakefulness, sitting up to stare at the sky. The moon shone a bright red and the stars sparkled metallically, as if mocking reality.
"Huh?"
She could not remember who she way or why she was there—she felt her chest hollow and her heart drop. It was then she noticed the presence behind her, and she immediately pivoted, ready to throw her entire weight into whatever it was.
It was a boy about her age, who looked just as confused as she. She studied his face for a moment before she relaxed. It was good to be around another person.
"Uh, hi," she said,"You wouldn't happen to know why we're here, would you? And is it just me or does the sky seem kind of weird?" It was a strangely casual remark for the situation she was in, but without her memories, extroversion was the default she felt comfortable with.
She took the moment to look around and noticed a glowing red light near a path to the left. It seemed to be flittering here and there, reminiscent to a firefly or a butterfly. Before looking closer to investigate, the bright color of red--the shade of a girl's hair--caught her eye.
"Damn," she murmured, and rushed to the girl's side,"what the hell is going on?" She shook the girl lightly and pressed a couple fingers to her throat. A pulse. She sighed in relief, and supported the girl to a sitting position. Erin looked at the other boy in the clearing and asked, "And you? You ok? I should've asked you that first."</s>
<|message|>Mika Akira
'Mmmm.... Pine? Why do I smell pine trees? And why does my head hurt a bit? Its probably nothing.... And am I laying on the ground? I smell fresh soil too.... I know I need to wake up, but I don't want to open my eyes. I just want to lay here in peace.... Wait, is something touching my neck?! Why am I starting to sit up!? What the hell is going on here!?' Mika thought to herself, quickly opening her Peridot eyes as she stiffened at the sight of her surroundings.
She shook off the girl and scrambled to her feet, dusting off her black and white attire as she stared at the three people in front of her; One boys, and another girl. The girl with the orange hair was kneeling on the ground where she once was, having been the one helping sit her up. And then the boy with the black hair.... She looked closely at him, trying to figure out this weird feeling she had going on in her gut.
"W-Who are you all, and what are you doing here? What am I even doing here? What's going on, and why can't I remember anything?! Did you two do this to me!?" Rose asked as she started to panic, not knowing what to do, where she was, or even who she was. This was so confusing, she just wanted to curl up into a ball and disappear. So many questions roamed her mind as she leaned against a pine tree, her eyes wandering from the two people who seemed to be the only ones, to the glowing red butterfly that appeared to have the color of her hair all over it.
It was absolutely beautiful, her mind mesmerized as she approached it and offered it her finger. "What is a wonderful innocent being doing in such a forest like this?" She questioned it quietly, her blood red hair swaying a bit as she shook her hair back and forth. "Why must bad things happen to such good creatures?" She asked even quieter than before, wondering if anybody had heard her or not. She was calmed by this butterfly somehow, the sight of something good in this ominous place felt like a relief to her.
She waited patiently for someone to answer her questions, wondering if they even knew themselves.... Or if she could even trust them for that matter.</s>
<|message|>??? People call him the Crimson Man
The Crimson Man
"No, no, no, no! Why did Seiji have to go down the right path! He'll never find his way through the darkness without any light." The Crimson Man said to himself in a panicked tone. Not that the teens could hear him in his butterfly form. All they could see what his flight pattern change to something more erratic and panicked. It would seem he would have to lead them down the right path instead of the safety of the left one. The right path was tricky even with light, there were sudden twists and turns that if not followed would lead the teens off the edge of a drop, or onto freezing cold water. They couldn't die here, considering they were already dead, but it would wear him out to bring them back each time.
That was part of his deal with Kami-sama, he could manipulate things somewhat in this land between the living and the dead, but not without cost. Because his job would be easy, and Kami-sama didn't want that. Then every undeserving teenager would get a second chance at life and screw it up. Only those who proved themselves got to go back. The Crimson Man hoped that this group would make it. They really did deserve to go back after dying in such horrible ways. He wished he could take his human form and hug them all, but that would scare them. And he couldn't touch them in his own, ghostly form. It was Mika who was the first to approach him, reaching out a finger for him to land on. Normally he would have, but there was no time now. Instead he did the butterfly equivalent of bop to the nose. He fluttered past her, brushing her nose with a wing as he did. He stopped at the right path and increased his glow, showing the teens that he could light the path if needed. And it was needed if they were all going to get to the next clearing safely.
The Right Path
The right path was exactly as described. A long, pitch black road with sudden twists and turns leading to drops, water, ditches, things that wouldn't be fun for anybody. If those turns weren't taken, the teens would find themselves in a bind. Seiji was very close to one that led to a ditch that would be impossible for him to climb back up himself. The path was really only dangerous if one wandered off without the light the crimson butterfly could offer. It was one of the longer beginning paths and could tire out those without much stamina. But was wide enough that those who were clumsy didn't need to worry about falling off.</s>
| <|message|>Hideki Kita
"Uh, hi. You wouldn't happen to know why we're here, would you? And is it just me or does the sky seem kind of weird?" The girl's voice snapped Hideki back into reality. He looked at her and sputtered "N-no I wouldn't. Sorry I was lost in thought hoping that you would both wake up". He watched as the girl rushed over to the girl with the red hair. She seemed to shake the girl's shoulder a bit and Hideki began to stand. He could tell by her sigh that the other girl was still alive. He was happy to know that no one had died. He brushed himself off a bit and looked back at the first girl. "I'm fine thank you. My name is Hideki by the way." He smiled brightly and saw the other girl spring up from where she was laying. She seemed to be panicking which Hideki couldn't blame her for, before she walked over to the butterfly.
Hideki smiled even brighter at her conversation she was having with the butterfly. "I don't really know what's happening myself. This other girl has only just woken up before you. I don't know why any of us are here and I don't know that I want to know. The only thing I really remember is my name. I don't know about you two." he watched as the butter fly flew to the right path and began to flutter erratically. He watched as it almost seemed to be pointing them in that direction. "I think your new friend wants us to follow it." he said looking at the red haired girl and gesturing toward the butterfly. He took a few steps toward the rightward path and turned to the others. "I don't expect you to trust me since we only just met, but I think we should go this way. If this is where we part ways then...it was nice meeting you I suppose". He turned back toward the butterfly. "Take me wherever it is I should go I suppose. I don't know why I trust you because butterflies shouldn't glow...but you're the only connection I have right now so, onward!"</s> |
<|description|>Erin Iwasaki
Age: 18
Gender: Female
Appearance: 5' 7'' & 145lb (before muscle atrophy). Dyed orange hair and brown eyes--her skin is a dark olive shade, due to her constant presence outdoors.
Personality: Erin is an extremely energetic and outgoing girl, having been surrounded by a loving family and various friends most of her life. She's not afraid to take risks and is characterized by her zeal for anything athletic. Her life has been dedicated to sports, and it shows in her headstrong desire to always be better and her disregard for almost anything else (including academics).
Because of how she grew up, Erin doesn't have a lot of street smarts or self preservation, but is physically and mentally resilient. At the early stages of the disease, she goes through a dramatic change and becomes much more stoic, almost listless. As time passes, she becomes more introspective and regains the life and energy she had before, finding increased solace in the people she loves and a new interest in books.
Physical Traits: The form of a star athlete (in the sense that she's actively participated in various sports). She's currently in her school's softball team as their ace and often goes to a local gym, swimming on her free time. She's strong, has good aim and coordination, and houses impressive stamina. Her foray into athletics began when she was 5, when she first tried out gymnastics, then soccer, then martial arts; because of the various sports she cycled in and out of as a child, she has a high aptitude at picking up sports, but is a master of none.
Mental Traits: Incredibly strong willed as someone who has dedicated her life to sports. She's adaptable, and is used to learning from failure, having to constantly iterate on strategy and form in order to succeed in whatever she puts her mind to. Has an underutilized and underdeveloped attention span to anything other than what she feels passion for, which attests to her poor academic performance.
Color: Orange
How They Died: Diagnosed with FALS (Genetically inherited ALS) as 3rd high schooler and died within a year. She began the school year with the early symptoms of increasingly slurred speech, but was still able to play sports for a short time. First went to get diagnosed when she could no longer properly swing a bat. Within a few months, the neurodegenerative disease atrophied the muscles in her legs and arms, and she spent the rest of her time hooked up to a ventilatory support system before she died the following year.
Clues Discovered: 0</s>
<|message|>Hideki Kita
Hideki felt....hard ground under him. He couldn't say why this was his thought but it felt as though it was the wrong kind of ground. 'What does that even mean?' he thought as he began to register the fact that there was little sound around him. Just as he had started to accept that there wasn't much to hear, he heard a voice which caused him to instantly snap his eyes open. "Well! Things will just come together later!.... I think." Hideki heard the footsteps of the boy who had just spoken, but he couldn't take his eyes off the sight just in front of him. There was a girl laying there who had hair that was redder than any hair he could remember seeing. In fact, he just realized, he couldn't remember anything.
He pushed himself up and propped himself up on one arm and noticed there was yet another person. Everything seemed......wrong was the best way to describe it. He knew he was in a forest, so where were all the animals? The trees weren't moving, but there wasn't even the feeling of a breeze. Even without that however, Hideki shivered. 'I don't really feel like hanging out here, but maybe one of these other two can help me. Plus, it'd be best to make sure they're alright.' He stood up and walked toward the pathways looking directly at the butterfly. It seemed to be unafraid of his presence, not that he was trying to frighten it, which was unusual. He stepped in front of the middle pathway and looked down it seeing that it seemed to be the clearest and likely best option to move forward.
He looked down at the girl laying practically at his feet and noticed the branch. He frowned slightly wishing he could help remove it, but knowing there was no way with how weak he was. He took a step back and turned to an angle where he could face both of them waiting for some sign of life. 'If neither of them move, I'll have to check their vitals. Should I have to check their vitals and there is any sign of life I should probably start gathering food and other sorts of supplies from wherever I can find them...' He quickly was lost in his thoughts.</s>
<|message|>Erin Iwasaki
The first thing she remembers is the musky smell of dirt.
Erin exhaled deeply and stretched her limbs out, feeling the muscles tense and relax as she regained consciousness. She rolled over and lied on her back, before opening her eyes. The stars shone brightly above her, but a large branch highlighted by the light of the moon obscured her vision. She smiled softly and raised an arm to swat the branch away, but was only able brush the tips of the leaves oozing red. Still disoriented, she closed her eyes and dug her hands into the ground, rolling soft clumps of dirt between her fingers.
Red moon. Silver stars.
A spasm rocked through her body and she jerked into wakefulness, sitting up to stare at the sky. The moon shone a bright red and the stars sparkled metallically, as if mocking reality.
"Huh?"
She could not remember who she way or why she was there—she felt her chest hollow and her heart drop. It was then she noticed the presence behind her, and she immediately pivoted, ready to throw her entire weight into whatever it was.
It was a boy about her age, who looked just as confused as she. She studied his face for a moment before she relaxed. It was good to be around another person.
"Uh, hi," she said,"You wouldn't happen to know why we're here, would you? And is it just me or does the sky seem kind of weird?" It was a strangely casual remark for the situation she was in, but without her memories, extroversion was the default she felt comfortable with.
She took the moment to look around and noticed a glowing red light near a path to the left. It seemed to be flittering here and there, reminiscent to a firefly or a butterfly. Before looking closer to investigate, the bright color of red--the shade of a girl's hair--caught her eye.
"Damn," she murmured, and rushed to the girl's side,"what the hell is going on?" She shook the girl lightly and pressed a couple fingers to her throat. A pulse. She sighed in relief, and supported the girl to a sitting position. Erin looked at the other boy in the clearing and asked, "And you? You ok? I should've asked you that first."</s>
<|message|>Mika Akira
'Mmmm.... Pine? Why do I smell pine trees? And why does my head hurt a bit? Its probably nothing.... And am I laying on the ground? I smell fresh soil too.... I know I need to wake up, but I don't want to open my eyes. I just want to lay here in peace.... Wait, is something touching my neck?! Why am I starting to sit up!? What the hell is going on here!?' Mika thought to herself, quickly opening her Peridot eyes as she stiffened at the sight of her surroundings.
She shook off the girl and scrambled to her feet, dusting off her black and white attire as she stared at the three people in front of her; One boys, and another girl. The girl with the orange hair was kneeling on the ground where she once was, having been the one helping sit her up. And then the boy with the black hair.... She looked closely at him, trying to figure out this weird feeling she had going on in her gut.
"W-Who are you all, and what are you doing here? What am I even doing here? What's going on, and why can't I remember anything?! Did you two do this to me!?" Rose asked as she started to panic, not knowing what to do, where she was, or even who she was. This was so confusing, she just wanted to curl up into a ball and disappear. So many questions roamed her mind as she leaned against a pine tree, her eyes wandering from the two people who seemed to be the only ones, to the glowing red butterfly that appeared to have the color of her hair all over it.
It was absolutely beautiful, her mind mesmerized as she approached it and offered it her finger. "What is a wonderful innocent being doing in such a forest like this?" She questioned it quietly, her blood red hair swaying a bit as she shook her hair back and forth. "Why must bad things happen to such good creatures?" She asked even quieter than before, wondering if anybody had heard her or not. She was calmed by this butterfly somehow, the sight of something good in this ominous place felt like a relief to her.
She waited patiently for someone to answer her questions, wondering if they even knew themselves.... Or if she could even trust them for that matter.</s>
<|message|>??? People call him the Crimson Man
The Crimson Man
"No, no, no, no! Why did Seiji have to go down the right path! He'll never find his way through the darkness without any light." The Crimson Man said to himself in a panicked tone. Not that the teens could hear him in his butterfly form. All they could see what his flight pattern change to something more erratic and panicked. It would seem he would have to lead them down the right path instead of the safety of the left one. The right path was tricky even with light, there were sudden twists and turns that if not followed would lead the teens off the edge of a drop, or onto freezing cold water. They couldn't die here, considering they were already dead, but it would wear him out to bring them back each time.
That was part of his deal with Kami-sama, he could manipulate things somewhat in this land between the living and the dead, but not without cost. Because his job would be easy, and Kami-sama didn't want that. Then every undeserving teenager would get a second chance at life and screw it up. Only those who proved themselves got to go back. The Crimson Man hoped that this group would make it. They really did deserve to go back after dying in such horrible ways. He wished he could take his human form and hug them all, but that would scare them. And he couldn't touch them in his own, ghostly form. It was Mika who was the first to approach him, reaching out a finger for him to land on. Normally he would have, but there was no time now. Instead he did the butterfly equivalent of bop to the nose. He fluttered past her, brushing her nose with a wing as he did. He stopped at the right path and increased his glow, showing the teens that he could light the path if needed. And it was needed if they were all going to get to the next clearing safely.
The Right Path
The right path was exactly as described. A long, pitch black road with sudden twists and turns leading to drops, water, ditches, things that wouldn't be fun for anybody. If those turns weren't taken, the teens would find themselves in a bind. Seiji was very close to one that led to a ditch that would be impossible for him to climb back up himself. The path was really only dangerous if one wandered off without the light the crimson butterfly could offer. It was one of the longer beginning paths and could tire out those without much stamina. But was wide enough that those who were clumsy didn't need to worry about falling off.</s>
<|message|>Hideki Kita
"Uh, hi. You wouldn't happen to know why we're here, would you? And is it just me or does the sky seem kind of weird?" The girl's voice snapped Hideki back into reality. He looked at her and sputtered "N-no I wouldn't. Sorry I was lost in thought hoping that you would both wake up". He watched as the girl rushed over to the girl with the red hair. She seemed to shake the girl's shoulder a bit and Hideki began to stand. He could tell by her sigh that the other girl was still alive. He was happy to know that no one had died. He brushed himself off a bit and looked back at the first girl. "I'm fine thank you. My name is Hideki by the way." He smiled brightly and saw the other girl spring up from where she was laying. She seemed to be panicking which Hideki couldn't blame her for, before she walked over to the butterfly.
Hideki smiled even brighter at her conversation she was having with the butterfly. "I don't really know what's happening myself. This other girl has only just woken up before you. I don't know why any of us are here and I don't know that I want to know. The only thing I really remember is my name. I don't know about you two." he watched as the butter fly flew to the right path and began to flutter erratically. He watched as it almost seemed to be pointing them in that direction. "I think your new friend wants us to follow it." he said looking at the red haired girl and gesturing toward the butterfly. He took a few steps toward the rightward path and turned to the others. "I don't expect you to trust me since we only just met, but I think we should go this way. If this is where we part ways then...it was nice meeting you I suppose". He turned back toward the butterfly. "Take me wherever it is I should go I suppose. I don't know why I trust you because butterflies shouldn't glow...but you're the only connection I have right now so, onward!"</s>
| <|message|>Erin Iwasaki
Erin looked up from her position on the ground to Hideki and said, "Hey, that's good to hear. I'm Erin."
She lost her balance as the girl with striking red hair shot out of her arms and jumped away from her. Erin was about to reassure her that they were all in the same situation and that they could work together, but the girl suddenly turned and approached the floating red light she had seen earlier. It came closer and fluttered gently—a butterfly.
There was nothing to explain. Hideki had already briefed the girl on their situation and had done so with a warm smile.
"What a nice guy," she thought,"We'll get along fine."
She walked up to the pair as the butterfly started to zig zag across the air, as if alerting them of something; Erin watched the creature in fascination as it flew to the right road and continued it's erratic movements. The others seemed to be inclined to follow the butterfly, but the clear road to the middle appeared much less dangerous. She looked at the two roads again before nonchalantly shrugging.
"Sure, let's go! Better than staying here, right?" She said brightly, "As long as we stick together, it should be fine. Plus, we have a new member to the party." Erin pointed a thumb at the butterfly and beckoned the rest towards the road.
"I'll go first to make sure there aren't any weird steps," she said, before following the butterfly into the dark path.</s> |
<|description|>Erin Iwasaki
Age: 18
Gender: Female
Appearance: 5' 7'' & 145lb (before muscle atrophy). Dyed orange hair and brown eyes--her skin is a dark olive shade, due to her constant presence outdoors.
Personality: Erin is an extremely energetic and outgoing girl, having been surrounded by a loving family and various friends most of her life. She's not afraid to take risks and is characterized by her zeal for anything athletic. Her life has been dedicated to sports, and it shows in her headstrong desire to always be better and her disregard for almost anything else (including academics).
Because of how she grew up, Erin doesn't have a lot of street smarts or self preservation, but is physically and mentally resilient. At the early stages of the disease, she goes through a dramatic change and becomes much more stoic, almost listless. As time passes, she becomes more introspective and regains the life and energy she had before, finding increased solace in the people she loves and a new interest in books.
Physical Traits: The form of a star athlete (in the sense that she's actively participated in various sports). She's currently in her school's softball team as their ace and often goes to a local gym, swimming on her free time. She's strong, has good aim and coordination, and houses impressive stamina. Her foray into athletics began when she was 5, when she first tried out gymnastics, then soccer, then martial arts; because of the various sports she cycled in and out of as a child, she has a high aptitude at picking up sports, but is a master of none.
Mental Traits: Incredibly strong willed as someone who has dedicated her life to sports. She's adaptable, and is used to learning from failure, having to constantly iterate on strategy and form in order to succeed in whatever she puts her mind to. Has an underutilized and underdeveloped attention span to anything other than what she feels passion for, which attests to her poor academic performance.
Color: Orange
How They Died: Diagnosed with FALS (Genetically inherited ALS) as 3rd high schooler and died within a year. She began the school year with the early symptoms of increasingly slurred speech, but was still able to play sports for a short time. First went to get diagnosed when she could no longer properly swing a bat. Within a few months, the neurodegenerative disease atrophied the muscles in her legs and arms, and she spent the rest of her time hooked up to a ventilatory support system before she died the following year.
Clues Discovered: 0</s>
<|message|>Mika Akira
Mika listened to the male as he spoke about being just as clueless as her. But she stared at the butterfly as she followed it closely, getting to the right pathway and wondering if this was a trap or something. But she couldn't just stay here, just in case this was not a trap and they were both truly clueless. "I'll go with you two.... But only because I can't stay here alone.... It'd be too dangerous, and being with two people is better than no people.... This place is too weird for us to split up now." Mika said quietly as she looked at the two, deciding to trust them until they crossed her.... If anything, she could get rid of them easily if she had to.
But right now, not trusting them wasn't an option. So she silently followed the girl with the orange hair into the dense, weird forest, hoping that they'd maybe find some tools or some useful items, shelter, or maybe even food. All she knew is they'd need somewhere to stay, and fast, as this place didn't seem like the best place to camp out under the stars or anything close to that.</s>
<|message|>Seiji Tsukasa
"What's up with this forest? It's seriously creepy." With his hand still behind his head, Tsukasa continued on walking through the forest. He tried his best to try and keep on track, but more than once did he hit his nose against a branch or something similar, or at least, he hoped it was like that. Hitting something that wasn't a branch right now in a forest that seemed straight out of a horror movie would be the absolute worst, and something he didn't really want to even think about. "If I could only remember what I was doing here... Maybe it'd be easier to find a way out of this creepy forest." Tsukasa said.
While he wasn't clumsy, he still stumbled upon something. He was just about to fall, but he was able to regain his balance and not fall down, while putting his arms to his sides to keep his balance. "Ah, that was close. My clothes are already dirty, making them any dirtier... It'd probably be hard to wash off." Tsukasa looked at his clothes, trying to see if they got any dirtier. Luckily, they didn't. He let out a relieved sigh.
Still, he started hearing some voices from behind him. They were faint, but they were there. Tsukasa turned around, feeling hopeful. At the very least, he wasn't alone inside that clearing. "So there were other guys here?" Still, the thought of talking to them just like that was a bit intimidating. He was a bit unsure of what to do, but still, the light he was able to see all the way to where they were was actually relieving. Instead of doing anything else, Tsukasa decided to wait for them. He turned around and waited for them quietly.</s>
<|message|>Hideki Kita
As the butterfly led them down the path Hideki tried as hard as he could to remember something...anything. He remembered only what had recently transpired however and it was beginning to frustrate him. He could hear slight movement not too far down the path and began to feel slight panic along with the frustration. That was when the light from the butterfly revealed the face of another boy. Hideki felt his legs begin to want to carry him the other direction, but he continued anyway. He called out to the other boy "Hey there! Are you okay? We woke up in a clearing and have no idea how we even got here. My name's Hideki by the way". He looked to the boy curiously.
He then turned to the girls and smiled at them. "I can guarantee you that we're going to get out of here eventually. There has to be an end to this forest and from the end it'll be easy to make it to a town or something where we can use a phone". He smiled as warmly as he could hoping that he was right. 'If I'm wrong...I'm going to unfortunately be letting them down. I have to get us out of here and I hope this guy can help. He's probably the one who was talking when I woke up'.</s>
<|message|>Erin Iwasaki
She stomped over dead leaves and twigs that scattered the ground, the light of the butterfly her only support. The forest gleamed an ominous red from the light that managed to get past the cluster of trees, but it was not enough to aid a smooth passage.
"Ah, damn," she cursed, and pushed a branch that had almost hit her in the face away,"watch it, guys."
It was quiet, the only sounds coming from the trampled objects beneath them and their own shaky breathing—she became more frightened the further she moved, the more twists she followed, and the darker it became; however, her resolve to stay strong reared it's stubborn head.
She coughed her throat and said, "Well, let's do introductions again. I'm Erin, and this is Hideki—we really don't know why we're here, but I think we'll be ok together."
The distant sound of a voice cut her off, and she stopped speaking; she continued forward, a steely resolve to find the source of the noise; the butterfly seemed to be undeterred by the noise and pressed on—so she followed.
Hideki surpassed her and approached what appeared to be another boy; Erin walked up to the two, and noticed the butterfly was not progressing without them. She immediately relaxed, and turned to the strange boy before grinning and saying, "I'm Erin. We're all trying to get out of this creepy ass place, so we're following that butterfly…That sounds a bit stupid when I say it like that, but we're ok. You don't know why you're here, either, huh?"</s>
<|message|>Mika Akira
Mika stared at the two people in front of her as she walked behind them, hearing the girl introduce herself as Erin and explained that the boys name was Hideki. Apparently they were as clueless as her, and she wondered where exactly she was headed as they all followed the glowing red butterfly, as if they were blind as a bat.
"I'm Mika.... Nice to meet you both." Rose said quietly, wondering if Erin and Hideki heard her as they sped up and moved towards an unknown voice. Mika hesitated for a second before she started walking up again, meeting up with the two people she knew and.... Another boy who must've wandered down this path while they were unconscious and before they even came close to waking up.
"I'm Mika, I'm glad to see another person. The more people we have in our party, the better a chance we have at survival." Mika explained, knowing everyone might've thought this once they all had first woken up. If not, then they were hearing her opinion on the whole 'survival in this devilish woods' thing. She was also glad that she hadn't woken up here alone.... She probably would've had a heart attack and died if she did.</s>
<|message|>Seiji Tsukasa
The other guys approaching him seemed to be a group of three, being two girls and one guy. With Tsukasa, they would be two boys and two girls then. Still, when everyone just suddenly arrived and started introducing themselves, Tsukasa didn't really know what to do. "Eh? Oh, um." He nodded, at everyone's introduction. "I-I'm Tsukasa. Nice to meet you, I think?" Tsukasa simply said, while rubbing the back of his head. Somehow, he felt a bit awkward in this whole situation. Still, that guy, Hideaki.... He did mention something about phones. Did they even have their phones with them? "Um... no, I don't know either why I am here." He looked around, and the only real source of light was the butterfly... the butterfly. The red butterfly...
Tsukasa approached it with a curious look in his eyes. "It's so pretty... Hehe, it shines. How do you shine? Can I shine like that too?" He touched its wings with curiosity, being careful not to hurt it nor to scare it away. "Why is such a pretty thing in a forest like this? Can you guide us out of here?" Tsukasa talked with it, even though he knew that it probably didn't understand him. He then turned around ready to keep walking. "We should keep walking. I-It creeps me out a bit just standing around in one place in this forest. It feels as if someone were watching me." Tsukasa had a question in mind, but he had already forgotten what he wanted to ask.</s>
<|message|>??? People call him the Crimson Man
The Crimson Man
A soft breath of relief escaped the Crimson Man as the children started to follow him through the darkness. If he was lucky, they would stick together through the whole forest and he wouldn't have to wear himself out trying to find them. When they caught up with Seiji he stopped and began flying around the children, just glad they were all safe for the moment. He would give them a moment to introduce themselves and feel a little bit safer with each other before pestering them about moving on. It was important that they trusted each other enough to stick together before moving on. If they all decided to take separate paths he most certainly wouldn't be able to protect them at all.
After they introduced themselves, Seiji came over, reached out a finger and touched one of his wings. Casually he just fluttered a bit of a ways away, just out of the boy's reach. He was fine with landing on people, but his wings were sensitive, he wasn't a big fan of them being touched. Instead of focusing on that, he started fluttering around Erin's head to get everybody's attention. They couldn't stay on the path for too long, it wasn't entirely safe, even if it looked like it was.
The Next Clearing
The next clearing was about the same size as the last one. In fact it was identical in appearance save for two features. This clearing only had two paths to continue along. One was narrow and small, though well lit, they'd have to crawl through it. But it was the safe path, other than the scraped up knees and elbows that they were sure to get. The other was pretty looking, the trees were covered in bright, colorful flowers. Unfortunately, like many things in nature, those pretty colors meant poisonous. The toxins the flowers gave off would have slowly killed the children, if not for the protection of the Crimson Man. It would still not be a pleasant experience for them.
The second different was the tree stump resting directly in the middle. On the stump were four pieces of paper. The birth certificates of each child. Giving them their names, birthdays, parents, maybe things they were dying to know. Even if they knew their names, it was completely confirmed now. This was the first step into them discovering their pasts and the truth about why they were stuck in this forest between life and death.</s>
| <|message|>Erin Iwasaki
"It's good to meet you guys," Erin said with a grin. They huddled together under the ominous shade of the trees, their only light from the butterfly, as the night sky was obscured by the bushels of leaves that bent towards them, as if with the intent to consume.
The butterfly fluttered towards her, and rested around the crown of her head. She felt calm despite the precarious situation she and the others were in--there was no use in doubting her instincts now. It led her to the boy who was as lost as she and could potentially lead them out of the forest. She had nothing to lose.
Signaling to the others, she pressed onwards, careful to avoid stumbling on the thick roots and uneven floor of the forest made visible by the crimson light. When they reached the next clearing, Erin immediately fixated on the pieces of paper on the stump in front of them and picked up the one with her name on it.
"Erin Iwasaki.." She murmured, her eyes scanning the rest of her document. Name, birthdate, gender, parents--all the normal information that there was on a birth certificate. She felt a chill run down her spine; they weren't here for no reason. Someone, or something, had put them there together with complete intentionality. Erin turned back to the two others with wide eyes and said, "You guys may want to take a look at this.."</s> |
<|description|>Mika Akira
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Appearance:
Mika has fire hydrant red hair with gorgeous Peridot eye, with perfect tan skin . She also has a birthmark in the exact shape of crescent moon on her left shoulder.
Personality: Mika is very secretive, and does not trust people as most would. She is also deathly afraid of cockroaches, having to cling to something or someone in order to feel safe again. She says that love is something that does not apply to her, but secretly she wants to be loved more than anyone else that she knows. She can be talkative when she wants to be, but only to those who she deems trust worthy.
Mika has a lot of emotions to show, though the one she shows the most is sadness. She may look at someone and smile, but there is still a deep sadness in her eyes that never goes away. She's also deathly afraid of pigs blood and Rottweiler's.
Physical Traits: Mika is very clumsy, not to mention that she has tripped over her feet too many times to count and she's also managed to cut herself on a pillow . She also has big breasts, which weigh quite a lot so her back hurts quite a bit each day. And then there's the hearing loss she gained during her tragic death.... She used to have hearing like a dog, but now someone or something has to be 10 feet or in that range of distance, or else she won't hear them.
Mental Traits: Mika can act on reflex quite easily due to having an agile, fast thinking mind which she got from her father. She is a musical prodigy and is also a great singer. The only other thing is that she can break down quite easily if pushed even just a bit.
Color: PINK!
How they died: Mika had had enough of the bullying, the physiological torture, and the over all torture of life. Her every day life was a mess and she couldn't think of any other way out besides death. At least then she'd be at peace, and she wouldn't have to deal with anything else forever. She'd be free of everything and everyone, and that's what she truly wanted. On June 23rd she went up on top of the school building during prom, being humiliated by having pigs blood dropped on her as she came to get her crown as prom queen . She looked down at the ground below, tears brimming her eyes as she knew what had to be done. No one excepted her.... She was a freak for having red hair and being Japanese, as very few people, especially Japanese were truly born with pure fire hydrant red hair.
Her body was abnormal as well due to her being more full figured than the other girls, and they also made fun of her being so clumsy all the time and they never forgot about her exploding the science lab due to adding too much of a chemical to a whole mixture of them. She put in her bloody head phones and put on repeat Mean by Taylor Swift, inching towards the edge more and more until her feet were halfway off the building. She looked down to see the people coming out of the prom as it was over now. Just one more step and it was all over, all of this stupid life.... It'd all be over. She took that one fatal step and started falling, closing her eyes as she heard all of her classmates screaming before there was silence. An ambulance rushed her to the hospital but it was too late; her head was cracked open and it almost seemed like her blood melded with her hair. She was pronounced dead at 12 AM exactly, the same time she was born.... And on her 17th birthday.
Clues Discovered: N/A</s>
<|message|>Erin Iwasaki
The first thing she remembers is the musky smell of dirt.
Erin exhaled deeply and stretched her limbs out, feeling the muscles tense and relax as she regained consciousness. She rolled over and lied on her back, before opening her eyes. The stars shone brightly above her, but a large branch highlighted by the light of the moon obscured her vision. She smiled softly and raised an arm to swat the branch away, but was only able brush the tips of the leaves oozing red. Still disoriented, she closed her eyes and dug her hands into the ground, rolling soft clumps of dirt between her fingers.
Red moon. Silver stars.
A spasm rocked through her body and she jerked into wakefulness, sitting up to stare at the sky. The moon shone a bright red and the stars sparkled metallically, as if mocking reality.
"Huh?"
She could not remember who she way or why she was there—she felt her chest hollow and her heart drop. It was then she noticed the presence behind her, and she immediately pivoted, ready to throw her entire weight into whatever it was.
It was a boy about her age, who looked just as confused as she. She studied his face for a moment before she relaxed. It was good to be around another person.
"Uh, hi," she said,"You wouldn't happen to know why we're here, would you? And is it just me or does the sky seem kind of weird?" It was a strangely casual remark for the situation she was in, but without her memories, extroversion was the default she felt comfortable with.
She took the moment to look around and noticed a glowing red light near a path to the left. It seemed to be flittering here and there, reminiscent to a firefly or a butterfly. Before looking closer to investigate, the bright color of red--the shade of a girl's hair--caught her eye.
"Damn," she murmured, and rushed to the girl's side,"what the hell is going on?" She shook the girl lightly and pressed a couple fingers to her throat. A pulse. She sighed in relief, and supported the girl to a sitting position. Erin looked at the other boy in the clearing and asked, "And you? You ok? I should've asked you that first."</s>
<|message|>Mika Akira
'Mmmm.... Pine? Why do I smell pine trees? And why does my head hurt a bit? Its probably nothing.... And am I laying on the ground? I smell fresh soil too.... I know I need to wake up, but I don't want to open my eyes. I just want to lay here in peace.... Wait, is something touching my neck?! Why am I starting to sit up!? What the hell is going on here!?' Mika thought to herself, quickly opening her Peridot eyes as she stiffened at the sight of her surroundings.
She shook off the girl and scrambled to her feet, dusting off her black and white attire as she stared at the three people in front of her; One boys, and another girl. The girl with the orange hair was kneeling on the ground where she once was, having been the one helping sit her up. And then the boy with the black hair.... She looked closely at him, trying to figure out this weird feeling she had going on in her gut.
"W-Who are you all, and what are you doing here? What am I even doing here? What's going on, and why can't I remember anything?! Did you two do this to me!?" Rose asked as she started to panic, not knowing what to do, where she was, or even who she was. This was so confusing, she just wanted to curl up into a ball and disappear. So many questions roamed her mind as she leaned against a pine tree, her eyes wandering from the two people who seemed to be the only ones, to the glowing red butterfly that appeared to have the color of her hair all over it.
It was absolutely beautiful, her mind mesmerized as she approached it and offered it her finger. "What is a wonderful innocent being doing in such a forest like this?" She questioned it quietly, her blood red hair swaying a bit as she shook her hair back and forth. "Why must bad things happen to such good creatures?" She asked even quieter than before, wondering if anybody had heard her or not. She was calmed by this butterfly somehow, the sight of something good in this ominous place felt like a relief to her.
She waited patiently for someone to answer her questions, wondering if they even knew themselves.... Or if she could even trust them for that matter.</s>
<|message|>??? People call him the Crimson Man
The Crimson Man
"No, no, no, no! Why did Seiji have to go down the right path! He'll never find his way through the darkness without any light." The Crimson Man said to himself in a panicked tone. Not that the teens could hear him in his butterfly form. All they could see what his flight pattern change to something more erratic and panicked. It would seem he would have to lead them down the right path instead of the safety of the left one. The right path was tricky even with light, there were sudden twists and turns that if not followed would lead the teens off the edge of a drop, or onto freezing cold water. They couldn't die here, considering they were already dead, but it would wear him out to bring them back each time.
That was part of his deal with Kami-sama, he could manipulate things somewhat in this land between the living and the dead, but not without cost. Because his job would be easy, and Kami-sama didn't want that. Then every undeserving teenager would get a second chance at life and screw it up. Only those who proved themselves got to go back. The Crimson Man hoped that this group would make it. They really did deserve to go back after dying in such horrible ways. He wished he could take his human form and hug them all, but that would scare them. And he couldn't touch them in his own, ghostly form. It was Mika who was the first to approach him, reaching out a finger for him to land on. Normally he would have, but there was no time now. Instead he did the butterfly equivalent of bop to the nose. He fluttered past her, brushing her nose with a wing as he did. He stopped at the right path and increased his glow, showing the teens that he could light the path if needed. And it was needed if they were all going to get to the next clearing safely.
The Right Path
The right path was exactly as described. A long, pitch black road with sudden twists and turns leading to drops, water, ditches, things that wouldn't be fun for anybody. If those turns weren't taken, the teens would find themselves in a bind. Seiji was very close to one that led to a ditch that would be impossible for him to climb back up himself. The path was really only dangerous if one wandered off without the light the crimson butterfly could offer. It was one of the longer beginning paths and could tire out those without much stamina. But was wide enough that those who were clumsy didn't need to worry about falling off.</s>
<|message|>Hideki Kita
"Uh, hi. You wouldn't happen to know why we're here, would you? And is it just me or does the sky seem kind of weird?" The girl's voice snapped Hideki back into reality. He looked at her and sputtered "N-no I wouldn't. Sorry I was lost in thought hoping that you would both wake up". He watched as the girl rushed over to the girl with the red hair. She seemed to shake the girl's shoulder a bit and Hideki began to stand. He could tell by her sigh that the other girl was still alive. He was happy to know that no one had died. He brushed himself off a bit and looked back at the first girl. "I'm fine thank you. My name is Hideki by the way." He smiled brightly and saw the other girl spring up from where she was laying. She seemed to be panicking which Hideki couldn't blame her for, before she walked over to the butterfly.
Hideki smiled even brighter at her conversation she was having with the butterfly. "I don't really know what's happening myself. This other girl has only just woken up before you. I don't know why any of us are here and I don't know that I want to know. The only thing I really remember is my name. I don't know about you two." he watched as the butter fly flew to the right path and began to flutter erratically. He watched as it almost seemed to be pointing them in that direction. "I think your new friend wants us to follow it." he said looking at the red haired girl and gesturing toward the butterfly. He took a few steps toward the rightward path and turned to the others. "I don't expect you to trust me since we only just met, but I think we should go this way. If this is where we part ways then...it was nice meeting you I suppose". He turned back toward the butterfly. "Take me wherever it is I should go I suppose. I don't know why I trust you because butterflies shouldn't glow...but you're the only connection I have right now so, onward!"</s>
<|message|>Erin Iwasaki
Erin looked up from her position on the ground to Hideki and said, "Hey, that's good to hear. I'm Erin."
She lost her balance as the girl with striking red hair shot out of her arms and jumped away from her. Erin was about to reassure her that they were all in the same situation and that they could work together, but the girl suddenly turned and approached the floating red light she had seen earlier. It came closer and fluttered gently—a butterfly.
There was nothing to explain. Hideki had already briefed the girl on their situation and had done so with a warm smile.
"What a nice guy," she thought,"We'll get along fine."
She walked up to the pair as the butterfly started to zig zag across the air, as if alerting them of something; Erin watched the creature in fascination as it flew to the right road and continued it's erratic movements. The others seemed to be inclined to follow the butterfly, but the clear road to the middle appeared much less dangerous. She looked at the two roads again before nonchalantly shrugging.
"Sure, let's go! Better than staying here, right?" She said brightly, "As long as we stick together, it should be fine. Plus, we have a new member to the party." Erin pointed a thumb at the butterfly and beckoned the rest towards the road.
"I'll go first to make sure there aren't any weird steps," she said, before following the butterfly into the dark path.</s>
| <|message|>Mika Akira
Mika listened to the male as he spoke about being just as clueless as her. But she stared at the butterfly as she followed it closely, getting to the right pathway and wondering if this was a trap or something. But she couldn't just stay here, just in case this was not a trap and they were both truly clueless. "I'll go with you two.... But only because I can't stay here alone.... It'd be too dangerous, and being with two people is better than no people.... This place is too weird for us to split up now." Mika said quietly as she looked at the two, deciding to trust them until they crossed her.... If anything, she could get rid of them easily if she had to.
But right now, not trusting them wasn't an option. So she silently followed the girl with the orange hair into the dense, weird forest, hoping that they'd maybe find some tools or some useful items, shelter, or maybe even food. All she knew is they'd need somewhere to stay, and fast, as this place didn't seem like the best place to camp out under the stars or anything close to that.</s> |
<|description|>Mika Akira
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Appearance:
Mika has fire hydrant red hair with gorgeous Peridot eye, with perfect tan skin . She also has a birthmark in the exact shape of crescent moon on her left shoulder.
Personality: Mika is very secretive, and does not trust people as most would. She is also deathly afraid of cockroaches, having to cling to something or someone in order to feel safe again. She says that love is something that does not apply to her, but secretly she wants to be loved more than anyone else that she knows. She can be talkative when she wants to be, but only to those who she deems trust worthy.
Mika has a lot of emotions to show, though the one she shows the most is sadness. She may look at someone and smile, but there is still a deep sadness in her eyes that never goes away. She's also deathly afraid of pigs blood and Rottweiler's.
Physical Traits: Mika is very clumsy, not to mention that she has tripped over her feet too many times to count and she's also managed to cut herself on a pillow . She also has big breasts, which weigh quite a lot so her back hurts quite a bit each day. And then there's the hearing loss she gained during her tragic death.... She used to have hearing like a dog, but now someone or something has to be 10 feet or in that range of distance, or else she won't hear them.
Mental Traits: Mika can act on reflex quite easily due to having an agile, fast thinking mind which she got from her father. She is a musical prodigy and is also a great singer. The only other thing is that she can break down quite easily if pushed even just a bit.
Color: PINK!
How they died: Mika had had enough of the bullying, the physiological torture, and the over all torture of life. Her every day life was a mess and she couldn't think of any other way out besides death. At least then she'd be at peace, and she wouldn't have to deal with anything else forever. She'd be free of everything and everyone, and that's what she truly wanted. On June 23rd she went up on top of the school building during prom, being humiliated by having pigs blood dropped on her as she came to get her crown as prom queen . She looked down at the ground below, tears brimming her eyes as she knew what had to be done. No one excepted her.... She was a freak for having red hair and being Japanese, as very few people, especially Japanese were truly born with pure fire hydrant red hair.
Her body was abnormal as well due to her being more full figured than the other girls, and they also made fun of her being so clumsy all the time and they never forgot about her exploding the science lab due to adding too much of a chemical to a whole mixture of them. She put in her bloody head phones and put on repeat Mean by Taylor Swift, inching towards the edge more and more until her feet were halfway off the building. She looked down to see the people coming out of the prom as it was over now. Just one more step and it was all over, all of this stupid life.... It'd all be over. She took that one fatal step and started falling, closing her eyes as she heard all of her classmates screaming before there was silence. An ambulance rushed her to the hospital but it was too late; her head was cracked open and it almost seemed like her blood melded with her hair. She was pronounced dead at 12 AM exactly, the same time she was born.... And on her 17th birthday.
Clues Discovered: N/A</s>
<|message|>Hideki Kita
"Uh, hi. You wouldn't happen to know why we're here, would you? And is it just me or does the sky seem kind of weird?" The girl's voice snapped Hideki back into reality. He looked at her and sputtered "N-no I wouldn't. Sorry I was lost in thought hoping that you would both wake up". He watched as the girl rushed over to the girl with the red hair. She seemed to shake the girl's shoulder a bit and Hideki began to stand. He could tell by her sigh that the other girl was still alive. He was happy to know that no one had died. He brushed himself off a bit and looked back at the first girl. "I'm fine thank you. My name is Hideki by the way." He smiled brightly and saw the other girl spring up from where she was laying. She seemed to be panicking which Hideki couldn't blame her for, before she walked over to the butterfly.
Hideki smiled even brighter at her conversation she was having with the butterfly. "I don't really know what's happening myself. This other girl has only just woken up before you. I don't know why any of us are here and I don't know that I want to know. The only thing I really remember is my name. I don't know about you two." he watched as the butter fly flew to the right path and began to flutter erratically. He watched as it almost seemed to be pointing them in that direction. "I think your new friend wants us to follow it." he said looking at the red haired girl and gesturing toward the butterfly. He took a few steps toward the rightward path and turned to the others. "I don't expect you to trust me since we only just met, but I think we should go this way. If this is where we part ways then...it was nice meeting you I suppose". He turned back toward the butterfly. "Take me wherever it is I should go I suppose. I don't know why I trust you because butterflies shouldn't glow...but you're the only connection I have right now so, onward!"</s>
<|message|>Erin Iwasaki
Erin looked up from her position on the ground to Hideki and said, "Hey, that's good to hear. I'm Erin."
She lost her balance as the girl with striking red hair shot out of her arms and jumped away from her. Erin was about to reassure her that they were all in the same situation and that they could work together, but the girl suddenly turned and approached the floating red light she had seen earlier. It came closer and fluttered gently—a butterfly.
There was nothing to explain. Hideki had already briefed the girl on their situation and had done so with a warm smile.
"What a nice guy," she thought,"We'll get along fine."
She walked up to the pair as the butterfly started to zig zag across the air, as if alerting them of something; Erin watched the creature in fascination as it flew to the right road and continued it's erratic movements. The others seemed to be inclined to follow the butterfly, but the clear road to the middle appeared much less dangerous. She looked at the two roads again before nonchalantly shrugging.
"Sure, let's go! Better than staying here, right?" She said brightly, "As long as we stick together, it should be fine. Plus, we have a new member to the party." Erin pointed a thumb at the butterfly and beckoned the rest towards the road.
"I'll go first to make sure there aren't any weird steps," she said, before following the butterfly into the dark path.</s>
<|message|>Mika Akira
Mika listened to the male as he spoke about being just as clueless as her. But she stared at the butterfly as she followed it closely, getting to the right pathway and wondering if this was a trap or something. But she couldn't just stay here, just in case this was not a trap and they were both truly clueless. "I'll go with you two.... But only because I can't stay here alone.... It'd be too dangerous, and being with two people is better than no people.... This place is too weird for us to split up now." Mika said quietly as she looked at the two, deciding to trust them until they crossed her.... If anything, she could get rid of them easily if she had to.
But right now, not trusting them wasn't an option. So she silently followed the girl with the orange hair into the dense, weird forest, hoping that they'd maybe find some tools or some useful items, shelter, or maybe even food. All she knew is they'd need somewhere to stay, and fast, as this place didn't seem like the best place to camp out under the stars or anything close to that.</s>
<|message|>Seiji Tsukasa
"What's up with this forest? It's seriously creepy." With his hand still behind his head, Tsukasa continued on walking through the forest. He tried his best to try and keep on track, but more than once did he hit his nose against a branch or something similar, or at least, he hoped it was like that. Hitting something that wasn't a branch right now in a forest that seemed straight out of a horror movie would be the absolute worst, and something he didn't really want to even think about. "If I could only remember what I was doing here... Maybe it'd be easier to find a way out of this creepy forest." Tsukasa said.
While he wasn't clumsy, he still stumbled upon something. He was just about to fall, but he was able to regain his balance and not fall down, while putting his arms to his sides to keep his balance. "Ah, that was close. My clothes are already dirty, making them any dirtier... It'd probably be hard to wash off." Tsukasa looked at his clothes, trying to see if they got any dirtier. Luckily, they didn't. He let out a relieved sigh.
Still, he started hearing some voices from behind him. They were faint, but they were there. Tsukasa turned around, feeling hopeful. At the very least, he wasn't alone inside that clearing. "So there were other guys here?" Still, the thought of talking to them just like that was a bit intimidating. He was a bit unsure of what to do, but still, the light he was able to see all the way to where they were was actually relieving. Instead of doing anything else, Tsukasa decided to wait for them. He turned around and waited for them quietly.</s>
<|message|>Hideki Kita
As the butterfly led them down the path Hideki tried as hard as he could to remember something...anything. He remembered only what had recently transpired however and it was beginning to frustrate him. He could hear slight movement not too far down the path and began to feel slight panic along with the frustration. That was when the light from the butterfly revealed the face of another boy. Hideki felt his legs begin to want to carry him the other direction, but he continued anyway. He called out to the other boy "Hey there! Are you okay? We woke up in a clearing and have no idea how we even got here. My name's Hideki by the way". He looked to the boy curiously.
He then turned to the girls and smiled at them. "I can guarantee you that we're going to get out of here eventually. There has to be an end to this forest and from the end it'll be easy to make it to a town or something where we can use a phone". He smiled as warmly as he could hoping that he was right. 'If I'm wrong...I'm going to unfortunately be letting them down. I have to get us out of here and I hope this guy can help. He's probably the one who was talking when I woke up'.</s>
<|message|>Erin Iwasaki
She stomped over dead leaves and twigs that scattered the ground, the light of the butterfly her only support. The forest gleamed an ominous red from the light that managed to get past the cluster of trees, but it was not enough to aid a smooth passage.
"Ah, damn," she cursed, and pushed a branch that had almost hit her in the face away,"watch it, guys."
It was quiet, the only sounds coming from the trampled objects beneath them and their own shaky breathing—she became more frightened the further she moved, the more twists she followed, and the darker it became; however, her resolve to stay strong reared it's stubborn head.
She coughed her throat and said, "Well, let's do introductions again. I'm Erin, and this is Hideki—we really don't know why we're here, but I think we'll be ok together."
The distant sound of a voice cut her off, and she stopped speaking; she continued forward, a steely resolve to find the source of the noise; the butterfly seemed to be undeterred by the noise and pressed on—so she followed.
Hideki surpassed her and approached what appeared to be another boy; Erin walked up to the two, and noticed the butterfly was not progressing without them. She immediately relaxed, and turned to the strange boy before grinning and saying, "I'm Erin. We're all trying to get out of this creepy ass place, so we're following that butterfly…That sounds a bit stupid when I say it like that, but we're ok. You don't know why you're here, either, huh?"</s>
| <|message|>Mika Akira
Mika stared at the two people in front of her as she walked behind them, hearing the girl introduce herself as Erin and explained that the boys name was Hideki. Apparently they were as clueless as her, and she wondered where exactly she was headed as they all followed the glowing red butterfly, as if they were blind as a bat.
"I'm Mika.... Nice to meet you both." Rose said quietly, wondering if Erin and Hideki heard her as they sped up and moved towards an unknown voice. Mika hesitated for a second before she started walking up again, meeting up with the two people she knew and.... Another boy who must've wandered down this path while they were unconscious and before they even came close to waking up.
"I'm Mika, I'm glad to see another person. The more people we have in our party, the better a chance we have at survival." Mika explained, knowing everyone might've thought this once they all had first woken up. If not, then they were hearing her opinion on the whole 'survival in this devilish woods' thing. She was also glad that she hadn't woken up here alone.... She probably would've had a heart attack and died if she did.</s> |
<|description|>Matthew Eriador
~NPC'S~
Dinner Party Guests
When I was writing my post, I thought up these various characters sitting around Cicely. I don't know if they may be important or not in the future, but should you wish to control any of them for your posts, feel free to do so. Hopefully these profiles will be helpful to you, too!
Age: 48
Occupation: Cartographer
Appearance: Starting to get later into his years, Matthew has a full head of grey hair and mild wrinkles on his brow. He is a wiry being and keeps a trimmed mustache. His usual attire is closer to a merchant's than a noble's, sporting long, fine woolen coats and practical linen shirts with the occasional vest.
History: Matthew was born in the capital city of Astley. His family could afford private tutoring, and he was eventually apprenticed to a trading guild, where he followed the work of a cartographer. During the occupation of the country, he worked for the residing government and surveyed all the surviving towns and villages. His latest work has been commissioned to the Earl of Airedale to map the wilderness and ruins throughout the earldom.
Personality: Matthew is a relatively conservative man, but he is also a thinking one. As far as anyone knows, his family consists of a sister and two brothers (all with children), but he has no wife or children of his own. He blames this fact on the amount of travel his job has always required, but he isn't ever one to complain about being lonely. He seems happy to sit in the corner with his own thoughts, occasionally showing interest in the political feuds of the nobility between their fiefdoms.
Name: Alex Gerthrod
Age: 32
Occupation: Metalurgist
Appearance: Alex has a stout frame and trimmed beard, and it's obvious to anyone that the suits he wears as formal attire are more than a little uncomfortable to him. His broad shoulders and sheer height make him an intimidating figure, but his gaze is thoughtful and distant most of the time, leading most to believe he's relatively clueless.
History: Alex was raised in a family of miners working in the mountain village of Pendle. Though he came from a very humble background, his genius was obvious even as a child. He had a knack for quantifying and identifying the properties of ores, proving himself a valuable prospector. When war broke out, he lent his abilities to the rebels, refining metals into fine weapons to fend off both human enemies and monsters.
Personality: Alex has gained a comfortable living from his work, but still maintains a number of intellectual pursuits. He has tried to build upon mathematic understanding in the country, as well as more scientific pursuits, which makes him more of a thinker than a talker. Even so, he is passionate about the conversation when war or weaponry is brought up, and can hardly stop talking.
Name: Erin Gerthrod
Age: 27
Occupation: Housekeeper
History: Erin was born in the mining village of Pendle. There, she cared for her constantly sickly mother, looking after four younger sisters and a younger brother. She knows how to make a meal from almost nothing, and her loyalty and support towards her first crush, Alex Gerthrod, led to her eventually marrying him. Though he was mostly self-taught and far from the recognition his work deserved, the war through his efforts into a better light, and both he and his wife were given titles by His Majesty.
Appearance: Red-haired with long curls and a freckled face, Erin is the picture of a hard-worked village girl. Her skin has been tanned by the sun, her arms are taut with muscle, and she looks downright awkward in the latest, tight-fitting dresses for the nobility.
Personality: Introverted and quiet, Erin prefers to watch her husband talk when in the company of others. She has a perpetually polite smile on her face and still struggles to keep up with the etiquette expected of her position. That being said, her gaze is known to be rather intense, and unlike most women of the noble courts, she is never the first to look away when eyes meet.
Name: James Ichabod
Age: 42
Occupation: General of Penshaw (retired)
Appearance: True to the appearance expected of a soldier, James has a hard-muscled body that has only recently started to gain some fat. He enjoys wearing the finest silks and jackets, making use of vibrant colors that compliment his pale complexion and dark brown hair. The most notable of his features, however, is the long scar that runs across his nose and all the way to the corner of his jaw.
History: James was once nothing more than a humble farmer boy in the village of Stanmore. He lived his life peaceably, but always dreamed of a world beyond the fields and stables he worked day after day. When he was old enough, he joined the regiment of Baron Penshaw. His military performance for bravery and tactical mastery quickly upped him through the ranks, and when the occupational war began, it was his troops that stood firm against the first assaults of the enemy. After the war, he was given leave to retire. He married into a wealthy family by merit of his rank and has since taken to writing philosophies of war.
Personality: Boisterous, proud, and lively, James is clearly a man who has spent too much time around rowdy, unrefined men of war. He's softened up a bit since his retirement, and rumors say that his wife has strong-armed him into learning actual manners. He does seem to be tamer when his wife is around, and seems mellow enough that most insults and blunt remarks don't bother him.
Name: Stella Ichabod
Age: 18
Occupation: Housewife
Appearance: Flushed with youth and grace, Stella is in many ways the opposite of her husband. Her tastes are simple, yet refined, and she wears only the fashions that suit her rather than keeping up with the latest trends of the capital. She has hair of gold and vibrant green eyes, which are usually in some state of tension when she's around her husband.
History: Stella was born into the family of a baron. They were quite well off until the war hit, and rather than putting up a fight and loosing soldiers and civilians, they surrendered early on into the war. Though they were taxed heavily for years, her parents handled the family's finances expertly, keeping them all afloat and comfortable even with the occupation. This launched them into sudden prosperity at the end of the war, though her stingy parents were also quick to marry her to a colonel who had quite the comfortable income.
Personality: Stella is both polite and social, reflecting in many ways what the true image of a lady should be. Though she does occasionally break from this appearance to scold her rambunctious husband, she generally gives off a calm, soothing air, which is further enhanced when she opts to sing at parties. She also has a savvy sense of both politics and economy, making her a valuable friend for advice to those lucky enough to be able to call upon her.
Name: Odell Jaques
Age: 46
Occupation: Nurse
Appearance: Odell has aged gracefully with grey hair that still holds tints of blond. She has a relatively thin build, but also has a healthy flush to her skin. Her face is a kind one, and she wears very modest clothing despite her station as a duchess.
History: Odell was privately tutored during her childhood and experienced the very finest things in life. She married into the family of another duke and raised several healthy children. That world, however, was shattered when the war hit, and she watched her own husband be executed by the invaders. She managed to escape with her children, only to find that there was nowhere to run to. Ultimately, she spent her days during the war aiding the wounded, and soon found that she had a gift for caring for those poor souls. When the war ended, her title was reinstated and she was allowed to keep her estate.
Personality: Odell is a kind, if somber woman. Though her skills with taking care of others are relatively new, she's taken care even after the war to practice them. She finds that helping others eases her own pain, and she is one of the most sympathetic ears a person can hope to chat to. Her smiles are rare, but warm, and she has never been known to have an insultive demeanor.
Name: Brian Jaques
Age: 22
Occupation: Druggist
Appearance: Brian's frame is fairly thin, but much like his mother, he also has a healthy flush to his skin. He has rather wild blond hair that he gave up taming long ago, and he fits into the suits of a gentleman with ease. He smiles frequently.
History: Brian was comfortable and educated in his childhood, though he also witnessed the death of his father during the occupation. When he escaped with his mother, rather than joining the troops, he joined the effort of aid and followed in his mother's footsteps to care for the wounded. Long before the war ended, he developed a fascination with medicine, and has since become one of the leading students in the field.
Personality: Warm and kind, Brian believes that no time spent in the company of friends is wasted. He treasures his relationships and works tirelessly to make his family proud. Though he is not the head of his family (his elder brother is), he has no resentment, happy to spend his days studying and speaking with other practitioners to learn the best and latest cures.</s>
<|message|>Matthew Eriador
A shiver had run down her spine when the earl touched her, and the eerie feeling from the gesture hadn't faded when he led her away from the gathering. She'd also been surprised how a sudden burst of servants had emerged from the kitchen just as he'd begun to lead her away—she'd lost sight of most everyone before she'd even left the room. Gone was the music, the lit chandeliers and the bubble of conversation. With each step she'd taken, her unease had grown into nervous paranoia.
He was trying to be subtle and polite; that much was obvious. Even so, her hand itched towards her thigh: underneath her dress was a set of vials for cases of emergency and self-defense. She had no reason to believe that he would attack her, but on the other hand, he was acting remarkably suspicious. Why invite her to a gathering when she'd provided no information about herself? Why provide her with a dress? Why take her away from everyone when the entire theme was mingling?
Was it a dark fascination with her that she'd somehow acquired? Did he have a history of escorting away unaccompanied young ladies to his study? As one question led to another, little beads of sweat appeared along the edge of her forehead and the nape of her exposed neck. By the time they reached his study, she was feeling cold, stiff, and a little bit nauseas as her over-fed stomach complained at her to relax. Despite the paleness her face had taken, she still managed to appear somewhat composed, a thin smile upon her face as she stepped into the earl's veritable library.
She could see a fine wooden desk in the corner of her eye, but elected not to go near it—the thing radiated an oppressive, business-like aura. Instead, she gazed about for another, more relaxed place to begin conversing with the earl, only to feel another shudder when the click of the door closing sounded from behind. Cicely turned, eyes wide, and there he was. Between her and escape loomed the tall, immaculately dressed Mr. Eisenhorn.
This time, the sweat was thick enough to start the tiniest trickle down her neck. Cicely promptly cleared her throat and turned back around, unsure of whether or not she was overreacting. Surely, another guest from downstairs wouldn't feel quite so oppressed. She would have been flattered and eager, no? But then she would have to be clueless: one did not approach an earl casually, nor accept his attentions without regard to the consequences of gaining or losing his favor.
But he has been pleasant. I'm just… I'm overthinking things. I've never been in a situation like this, so I just need to calm down and act rationally. Cicely found a comfortable-looking sofa next to one of the nearby bookcases and made her way towards it, trying to remove the lump in her throat before she sat herself down and spoke. "I'm so sorry—my constitution this evening is rather weak. Wine would be too much at the moment, but if you had some water…"</s>
<|message|>Gideon Eisenhorn, Earl of Airedale (real name unknown).
"Of course," Gideon said and strode over to his desk, upon which a pitcher filled with water was placed. He poured Cicely a glass, casting a sidelong glance at her. She looked exceedingly nervous and afraid; the trickle of sweat down her neck had not escaped Gideon's attention. He was well-versed in fear. A small shiver ran up his own spine, delighting in the intense emotion of his guest. Annoyed at himself for the lapse in focus, he straightened up and suppressed the sensation.
Adopting a soft, gentle expression, Gideon sat himself down next to Cicely and offered her the glass of water. "I am sorry to hear about your constitution. I could have visited you at the inn instead. Well, either way, I'm glad you're here now," he said, smiling. "You see, miss Goldburrow, you are familiar with a rather... obscure subject. Don't ask me how I know," Gideon preempted the question, waggling a finger as his smile turned mischievous. "Let it suffice to say that I have many eyes and ears in Airedale."
Turning more serious, Gideon fiddled with the large ruby set into his ring. "Much knowledge was lost during the war. I have secured most of Airedale, recovering it from whatever creatures creeped into the villages, mines and farmhouses that were abandoned. In doing so, I have heard stories from the good people of Airedale, whispering about this and that." He paused, his eyes fixed on a point somewhere behind Cicely's head.
"In short, miss Goldburrow... what do you know about fae?"</s>
| <|message|>Matthew Eriador
Cicely's mouth fell agape. Despite her determination to remain composed, the hand holding her glass trembled. Forget the smiles and soft tones—the man had been watching her? He could bat off knowing her work with the fae as a casual convenience, but to her, that was a tightly clasped secret. In a world where fae creatures did not hesitate to make humans into toys and slaves, merely being associated with one was reason enough to be clapped in irons and dragged off to mob justice. Hadn't her inquiries been a little more subtle?
The man was already too close for comfort, too. Cicely angled her legs away from him, forgetting all about her water as she used her other hand to rub at her forehead. Should she feign innocence? Just how much did the earl already know? To simply cave would be to confirm everything the earl suspected, but to flatly deny it would only make him press her harder. Thus, the only option left was deflection.
When she found her voice again, it was pitifully small. "Milord, I'm afraid I don't understand. If there haven't been any problems with securing your earldom, why have you given yourself to superstition? Surely a scout or one of the esteemed scholars here could give you more information about unknowns to concern yourself with."</s> |
<|description|>Matthew Eriador
~NPC'S~
Dinner Party Guests
When I was writing my post, I thought up these various characters sitting around Cicely. I don't know if they may be important or not in the future, but should you wish to control any of them for your posts, feel free to do so. Hopefully these profiles will be helpful to you, too!
Age: 48
Occupation: Cartographer
Appearance: Starting to get later into his years, Matthew has a full head of grey hair and mild wrinkles on his brow. He is a wiry being and keeps a trimmed mustache. His usual attire is closer to a merchant's than a noble's, sporting long, fine woolen coats and practical linen shirts with the occasional vest.
History: Matthew was born in the capital city of Astley. His family could afford private tutoring, and he was eventually apprenticed to a trading guild, where he followed the work of a cartographer. During the occupation of the country, he worked for the residing government and surveyed all the surviving towns and villages. His latest work has been commissioned to the Earl of Airedale to map the wilderness and ruins throughout the earldom.
Personality: Matthew is a relatively conservative man, but he is also a thinking one. As far as anyone knows, his family consists of a sister and two brothers (all with children), but he has no wife or children of his own. He blames this fact on the amount of travel his job has always required, but he isn't ever one to complain about being lonely. He seems happy to sit in the corner with his own thoughts, occasionally showing interest in the political feuds of the nobility between their fiefdoms.
Name: Alex Gerthrod
Age: 32
Occupation: Metalurgist
Appearance: Alex has a stout frame and trimmed beard, and it's obvious to anyone that the suits he wears as formal attire are more than a little uncomfortable to him. His broad shoulders and sheer height make him an intimidating figure, but his gaze is thoughtful and distant most of the time, leading most to believe he's relatively clueless.
History: Alex was raised in a family of miners working in the mountain village of Pendle. Though he came from a very humble background, his genius was obvious even as a child. He had a knack for quantifying and identifying the properties of ores, proving himself a valuable prospector. When war broke out, he lent his abilities to the rebels, refining metals into fine weapons to fend off both human enemies and monsters.
Personality: Alex has gained a comfortable living from his work, but still maintains a number of intellectual pursuits. He has tried to build upon mathematic understanding in the country, as well as more scientific pursuits, which makes him more of a thinker than a talker. Even so, he is passionate about the conversation when war or weaponry is brought up, and can hardly stop talking.
Name: Erin Gerthrod
Age: 27
Occupation: Housekeeper
History: Erin was born in the mining village of Pendle. There, she cared for her constantly sickly mother, looking after four younger sisters and a younger brother. She knows how to make a meal from almost nothing, and her loyalty and support towards her first crush, Alex Gerthrod, led to her eventually marrying him. Though he was mostly self-taught and far from the recognition his work deserved, the war through his efforts into a better light, and both he and his wife were given titles by His Majesty.
Appearance: Red-haired with long curls and a freckled face, Erin is the picture of a hard-worked village girl. Her skin has been tanned by the sun, her arms are taut with muscle, and she looks downright awkward in the latest, tight-fitting dresses for the nobility.
Personality: Introverted and quiet, Erin prefers to watch her husband talk when in the company of others. She has a perpetually polite smile on her face and still struggles to keep up with the etiquette expected of her position. That being said, her gaze is known to be rather intense, and unlike most women of the noble courts, she is never the first to look away when eyes meet.
Name: James Ichabod
Age: 42
Occupation: General of Penshaw (retired)
Appearance: True to the appearance expected of a soldier, James has a hard-muscled body that has only recently started to gain some fat. He enjoys wearing the finest silks and jackets, making use of vibrant colors that compliment his pale complexion and dark brown hair. The most notable of his features, however, is the long scar that runs across his nose and all the way to the corner of his jaw.
History: James was once nothing more than a humble farmer boy in the village of Stanmore. He lived his life peaceably, but always dreamed of a world beyond the fields and stables he worked day after day. When he was old enough, he joined the regiment of Baron Penshaw. His military performance for bravery and tactical mastery quickly upped him through the ranks, and when the occupational war began, it was his troops that stood firm against the first assaults of the enemy. After the war, he was given leave to retire. He married into a wealthy family by merit of his rank and has since taken to writing philosophies of war.
Personality: Boisterous, proud, and lively, James is clearly a man who has spent too much time around rowdy, unrefined men of war. He's softened up a bit since his retirement, and rumors say that his wife has strong-armed him into learning actual manners. He does seem to be tamer when his wife is around, and seems mellow enough that most insults and blunt remarks don't bother him.
Name: Stella Ichabod
Age: 18
Occupation: Housewife
Appearance: Flushed with youth and grace, Stella is in many ways the opposite of her husband. Her tastes are simple, yet refined, and she wears only the fashions that suit her rather than keeping up with the latest trends of the capital. She has hair of gold and vibrant green eyes, which are usually in some state of tension when she's around her husband.
History: Stella was born into the family of a baron. They were quite well off until the war hit, and rather than putting up a fight and loosing soldiers and civilians, they surrendered early on into the war. Though they were taxed heavily for years, her parents handled the family's finances expertly, keeping them all afloat and comfortable even with the occupation. This launched them into sudden prosperity at the end of the war, though her stingy parents were also quick to marry her to a colonel who had quite the comfortable income.
Personality: Stella is both polite and social, reflecting in many ways what the true image of a lady should be. Though she does occasionally break from this appearance to scold her rambunctious husband, she generally gives off a calm, soothing air, which is further enhanced when she opts to sing at parties. She also has a savvy sense of both politics and economy, making her a valuable friend for advice to those lucky enough to be able to call upon her.
Name: Odell Jaques
Age: 46
Occupation: Nurse
Appearance: Odell has aged gracefully with grey hair that still holds tints of blond. She has a relatively thin build, but also has a healthy flush to her skin. Her face is a kind one, and she wears very modest clothing despite her station as a duchess.
History: Odell was privately tutored during her childhood and experienced the very finest things in life. She married into the family of another duke and raised several healthy children. That world, however, was shattered when the war hit, and she watched her own husband be executed by the invaders. She managed to escape with her children, only to find that there was nowhere to run to. Ultimately, she spent her days during the war aiding the wounded, and soon found that she had a gift for caring for those poor souls. When the war ended, her title was reinstated and she was allowed to keep her estate.
Personality: Odell is a kind, if somber woman. Though her skills with taking care of others are relatively new, she's taken care even after the war to practice them. She finds that helping others eases her own pain, and she is one of the most sympathetic ears a person can hope to chat to. Her smiles are rare, but warm, and she has never been known to have an insultive demeanor.
Name: Brian Jaques
Age: 22
Occupation: Druggist
Appearance: Brian's frame is fairly thin, but much like his mother, he also has a healthy flush to his skin. He has rather wild blond hair that he gave up taming long ago, and he fits into the suits of a gentleman with ease. He smiles frequently.
History: Brian was comfortable and educated in his childhood, though he also witnessed the death of his father during the occupation. When he escaped with his mother, rather than joining the troops, he joined the effort of aid and followed in his mother's footsteps to care for the wounded. Long before the war ended, he developed a fascination with medicine, and has since become one of the leading students in the field.
Personality: Warm and kind, Brian believes that no time spent in the company of friends is wasted. He treasures his relationships and works tirelessly to make his family proud. Though he is not the head of his family (his elder brother is), he has no resentment, happy to spend his days studying and speaking with other practitioners to learn the best and latest cures.</s>
<|message|>Gideon Eisenhorn, Earl of Airedale (real name unknown).
Gideon scoffed, fixing his eyes on Cicely's, even though she avoided looking at him. "More information, yes, but not nearly enough. Our knowledge on such matters has always fallen pitifully short and the war did not help. Whenever I send scouts into the forest they come back having seen nothing, only muttering about a sensation of being watched, which is supremely unhelpful. No, miss Goldburrow, that won't do," he said, speaking rapidly, all pretense of gentleness dropped.
He stood up from the couch and started pacing up and down the room, his boots thudding on the wooden panels of the floor much like earlier the same day. Still fiddling with his ring, he continued: "I invited you here tonight because I wanted to show to you my commitment to the pursuit of knowledge and the academic. Most others in a position of power in this country, including the King, are so focused on recovering lost territories that they do not even know what it is they are reclaiming. Or, indeed, displacing."
Coming to a halt, Gideon cleared his throat. "I want you to work for me, miss Goldburrow, as a... what was the term? Faerie doctor? I know they're here, in Airedale," he said, his voice dropping lower. "I can feel it in my bones. Anyone -- nay, anything, that trespasses in my earldom answers to me."</s>
<|message|>Matthew Eriador
Ah, he was finally being straightforward--she could relax. He wasn't dragging her off to blackmail her or use her for some other nefarious purpose; he honestly did believe in the influence of the fae. Given the paranoia surrounding the subject, of course he didn't want to discuss such business in front of the other guests. Thus, strangely enough, as he expressed his irritation, she found herself settling back into her calm, usual self.
"While I applaud your quest for knowledge and your awareness of beings outside of humankind, I'm afraid I can't assist you. I am already bound to a contract that allowed my voyage here to begin with. I must see such duties through before taking a different job." Cicely took a tentative sip of water before daring to meet the earl's eyes.
"I can, however, offer a word of advice." Here, Cicely let the cup rest in her lap as she adopted a stern tone. "There is no known case of any fae society submitting to imposed human rule. They flee or fight as they choose, so think carefully before stirring up the hornet's nest. Things seem peaceful enough now, so I would suggest being content with that."</s>
<|message|>Gideon Eisenhorn, Earl of Airedale (real name unknown).
His jaw clenched at her so-called advice. "You are out of line," he said tersely. "A pack of wolves flees and fights as it sees fit, but if they're prowling our lands we hunt them down all the same. That being said, you are right, things seem peaceful enough. But if they are in Airedale, squatting in my forests, what happens if I cut them down? Airedale needs rebuilding and for that we need wood. This is why I need more knowledge and it's why I invited you here, not for meaningless advice like that."
Gideon looked away and clasped his hands behind his back. He gave her no time to react to his words and continued: "As for this contract you speak of, perhaps we can help each other. I know you applied for the documents to practice the doctor's trade -- obviously, as I turned it down -- and I know you need maps. I can give you both. Let me help you with your work and then you will return the favor." At this, he looked her in the eye again. His discontent with Cicely's disobedience was written all over his face and his words left little room for further displays of an independent spirit.</s>
| <|message|>Matthew Eriador
Cicely blinked. On one hand, she ought to have expected that the earl could have been so surreptitious, but on the other, wasn't it a bit extreme? Had he honestly been plotting and watching her since she'd arrived in the country? The present situation said, 'obviously, yes!' but she still had trouble believing it. Fae creatures were scapegoats for many troubles, but incidents severe enough to gain attention were rare enough that they were often considered superstition. In a way, perhaps, it was like a looming shadow, something visible enough to be frightening, yet too incorporeal to be grasped.
This Gideon, though, he was taking the matter so seriously it really did feel like he was declaring war. On some level, he knew there were things darting beyond his vision, so was it fear that made him so stubborn now? The palpable tension in the air informed her that nothing good would come of refusing him, but even so, she took her time mulling his proposal over.
"To be quite honest, your lordship, I do not appreciate your tone. Up until now, I considered you to be quite a civil person, but you've been barring my work with the intention of holding some power over me. That alone is reason for me to outright refuse you—I have no fear of obtaining your ill opinion of me." Well, she was bluffing a bit there, but she saw no reason to quake in her boots. He was an influential man and had the air of a predator, but she was no criminal and he had no real evidence of her even being a fairy doctor. Well, at least she hoped he didn't.
Cicely took a deep breath, already imagining that the earl's frustration was at its brink. "But… given the situation, I am also not inclined to refuse you outright. I do not consider the use of maps and the allowance of doctoring a fair exchange—I am qualified for the practice and that alone should have been considered in the first place. If I am to assist you, I expect compensation for the time I dedicate to your cause, and if it does end up interfering with my contract, you will bear the expenses as a result of its termination. Whether you allow me into your personal library of maps is up to you, but I will not chalk up a few personal favors as being acceptable terms of employment."</s> |
<|description|>Matthew Eriador
~NPC'S~
Dinner Party Guests
When I was writing my post, I thought up these various characters sitting around Cicely. I don't know if they may be important or not in the future, but should you wish to control any of them for your posts, feel free to do so. Hopefully these profiles will be helpful to you, too!
Age: 48
Occupation: Cartographer
Appearance: Starting to get later into his years, Matthew has a full head of grey hair and mild wrinkles on his brow. He is a wiry being and keeps a trimmed mustache. His usual attire is closer to a merchant's than a noble's, sporting long, fine woolen coats and practical linen shirts with the occasional vest.
History: Matthew was born in the capital city of Astley. His family could afford private tutoring, and he was eventually apprenticed to a trading guild, where he followed the work of a cartographer. During the occupation of the country, he worked for the residing government and surveyed all the surviving towns and villages. His latest work has been commissioned to the Earl of Airedale to map the wilderness and ruins throughout the earldom.
Personality: Matthew is a relatively conservative man, but he is also a thinking one. As far as anyone knows, his family consists of a sister and two brothers (all with children), but he has no wife or children of his own. He blames this fact on the amount of travel his job has always required, but he isn't ever one to complain about being lonely. He seems happy to sit in the corner with his own thoughts, occasionally showing interest in the political feuds of the nobility between their fiefdoms.
Name: Alex Gerthrod
Age: 32
Occupation: Metalurgist
Appearance: Alex has a stout frame and trimmed beard, and it's obvious to anyone that the suits he wears as formal attire are more than a little uncomfortable to him. His broad shoulders and sheer height make him an intimidating figure, but his gaze is thoughtful and distant most of the time, leading most to believe he's relatively clueless.
History: Alex was raised in a family of miners working in the mountain village of Pendle. Though he came from a very humble background, his genius was obvious even as a child. He had a knack for quantifying and identifying the properties of ores, proving himself a valuable prospector. When war broke out, he lent his abilities to the rebels, refining metals into fine weapons to fend off both human enemies and monsters.
Personality: Alex has gained a comfortable living from his work, but still maintains a number of intellectual pursuits. He has tried to build upon mathematic understanding in the country, as well as more scientific pursuits, which makes him more of a thinker than a talker. Even so, he is passionate about the conversation when war or weaponry is brought up, and can hardly stop talking.
Name: Erin Gerthrod
Age: 27
Occupation: Housekeeper
History: Erin was born in the mining village of Pendle. There, she cared for her constantly sickly mother, looking after four younger sisters and a younger brother. She knows how to make a meal from almost nothing, and her loyalty and support towards her first crush, Alex Gerthrod, led to her eventually marrying him. Though he was mostly self-taught and far from the recognition his work deserved, the war through his efforts into a better light, and both he and his wife were given titles by His Majesty.
Appearance: Red-haired with long curls and a freckled face, Erin is the picture of a hard-worked village girl. Her skin has been tanned by the sun, her arms are taut with muscle, and she looks downright awkward in the latest, tight-fitting dresses for the nobility.
Personality: Introverted and quiet, Erin prefers to watch her husband talk when in the company of others. She has a perpetually polite smile on her face and still struggles to keep up with the etiquette expected of her position. That being said, her gaze is known to be rather intense, and unlike most women of the noble courts, she is never the first to look away when eyes meet.
Name: James Ichabod
Age: 42
Occupation: General of Penshaw (retired)
Appearance: True to the appearance expected of a soldier, James has a hard-muscled body that has only recently started to gain some fat. He enjoys wearing the finest silks and jackets, making use of vibrant colors that compliment his pale complexion and dark brown hair. The most notable of his features, however, is the long scar that runs across his nose and all the way to the corner of his jaw.
History: James was once nothing more than a humble farmer boy in the village of Stanmore. He lived his life peaceably, but always dreamed of a world beyond the fields and stables he worked day after day. When he was old enough, he joined the regiment of Baron Penshaw. His military performance for bravery and tactical mastery quickly upped him through the ranks, and when the occupational war began, it was his troops that stood firm against the first assaults of the enemy. After the war, he was given leave to retire. He married into a wealthy family by merit of his rank and has since taken to writing philosophies of war.
Personality: Boisterous, proud, and lively, James is clearly a man who has spent too much time around rowdy, unrefined men of war. He's softened up a bit since his retirement, and rumors say that his wife has strong-armed him into learning actual manners. He does seem to be tamer when his wife is around, and seems mellow enough that most insults and blunt remarks don't bother him.
Name: Stella Ichabod
Age: 18
Occupation: Housewife
Appearance: Flushed with youth and grace, Stella is in many ways the opposite of her husband. Her tastes are simple, yet refined, and she wears only the fashions that suit her rather than keeping up with the latest trends of the capital. She has hair of gold and vibrant green eyes, which are usually in some state of tension when she's around her husband.
History: Stella was born into the family of a baron. They were quite well off until the war hit, and rather than putting up a fight and loosing soldiers and civilians, they surrendered early on into the war. Though they were taxed heavily for years, her parents handled the family's finances expertly, keeping them all afloat and comfortable even with the occupation. This launched them into sudden prosperity at the end of the war, though her stingy parents were also quick to marry her to a colonel who had quite the comfortable income.
Personality: Stella is both polite and social, reflecting in many ways what the true image of a lady should be. Though she does occasionally break from this appearance to scold her rambunctious husband, she generally gives off a calm, soothing air, which is further enhanced when she opts to sing at parties. She also has a savvy sense of both politics and economy, making her a valuable friend for advice to those lucky enough to be able to call upon her.
Name: Odell Jaques
Age: 46
Occupation: Nurse
Appearance: Odell has aged gracefully with grey hair that still holds tints of blond. She has a relatively thin build, but also has a healthy flush to her skin. Her face is a kind one, and she wears very modest clothing despite her station as a duchess.
History: Odell was privately tutored during her childhood and experienced the very finest things in life. She married into the family of another duke and raised several healthy children. That world, however, was shattered when the war hit, and she watched her own husband be executed by the invaders. She managed to escape with her children, only to find that there was nowhere to run to. Ultimately, she spent her days during the war aiding the wounded, and soon found that she had a gift for caring for those poor souls. When the war ended, her title was reinstated and she was allowed to keep her estate.
Personality: Odell is a kind, if somber woman. Though her skills with taking care of others are relatively new, she's taken care even after the war to practice them. She finds that helping others eases her own pain, and she is one of the most sympathetic ears a person can hope to chat to. Her smiles are rare, but warm, and she has never been known to have an insultive demeanor.
Name: Brian Jaques
Age: 22
Occupation: Druggist
Appearance: Brian's frame is fairly thin, but much like his mother, he also has a healthy flush to his skin. He has rather wild blond hair that he gave up taming long ago, and he fits into the suits of a gentleman with ease. He smiles frequently.
History: Brian was comfortable and educated in his childhood, though he also witnessed the death of his father during the occupation. When he escaped with his mother, rather than joining the troops, he joined the effort of aid and followed in his mother's footsteps to care for the wounded. Long before the war ended, he developed a fascination with medicine, and has since become one of the leading students in the field.
Personality: Warm and kind, Brian believes that no time spent in the company of friends is wasted. He treasures his relationships and works tirelessly to make his family proud. Though he is not the head of his family (his elder brother is), he has no resentment, happy to spend his days studying and speaking with other practitioners to learn the best and latest cures.</s>
<|message|>Matthew Eriador
And just like that, she grew nervous again. That polite veneer—now that she knew it for a true mask, she was certain he was back to hiding things. If she turned him down regardless of his agreeable terms, would she find out what those things were? Despite the danger, the darker part of her curiosity wanted to know: just how far was the earl willing to go to secure her help? She knew her talents were rare, but never had a stranger placed so much importance on them. The thinkers and reasoners of the world turned to science, the politicians and kings to societal power; magic was a thing for sorcerers and troublemakers in an age where men were rising above the superstitions of the past.
Well, at least in Airedale, it seemed. There were darker places of the world that remained largely unheard from, surrounded by myth. Those societies able to rise above the mist, however, did not entertain themselves with such unknowns. Even Gesen, with its humble little island villages, was happy casting off its supernatural beginnings. It made a fairy like herself quite nervous about how things would even out in the end.
"I will have to think it over," Cicely spoke at length. She took another sip from her water, trying to ignore how her stomach protested putting so much as another drop into it. "After all, one does not step into the lair of a snake with no regard to her own safety."
Ah, that was probably a bit too pointed, but statuses be damned—he was a self-insinuated reptilian and she believed it. If he was willing to use his power to manipulate her, he was not someone she could trust to look after her better interests. She wouldn't delude herself into thinking that she could use him just like he was trying to use her, either—he had the resources and the power; she did not. If there was anything he lacked that she had, it was simply the fact that he was male and she was female. Even then, did he not have all the attentions and affections of the opposite sex that a man could desire?
I can still turn him down and study elsewhere. He's not an entire kingdom, after all. With that in mind, Cicely glanced back up at him. Her gaze alone was something of a challenge, as if letting him know that she did have the option to refuse him.</s>
<|message|>Gideon Eisenhorn, Earl of Airedale (real name unknown).
Gideon uttered a noncommittal "Hm," and rubbed his chin thoughtfully. It wasn't the resounding commitment he'd been hoping for, but it was better than nothing. "I will have my valet draft up a proposal for a contract. In the meantime, I will gratify your request for permission to administer healthcare, and I will give you access to the maps in the Eisenhorn Library... as a sign of good will," he said while he returned Cicely's gaze pointedly.
He strode over to his desk and sat down in the large, leatherclad chair that served as the effective throne of his domain. Dipping his quill (a rather large, colorful example) in a pot of ink, he wrote (in elegant, large strokes) the permission slip to access the aforementioned maps. Gideon reached over and grabbed a document from the far corner of the desk, which he signed swiftly and with a note of finality. Scraping back his chair, he returned to Cicely and handed her the two promised documents.
"Now then," he began, "if you wish to stay and mingle, feel free to return to the great hall. If you'd prefer to return to the inn, ask one of the footmen -- they will escort you to a carriage. Alternatively, a room can be prepared for you in the castle. You would be my honored guest," he said and graced his face with the most inviting smile he could muster. "Somewhere on the second floor, perhaps, away from all the bustle."</s>
| <|message|>Matthew Eriador
That smile was utterly creepy. It wasn't that the man didn't know how to smile—on the contrary, his chiseled features and fine teeth accented the gesture well—it was the fact that it felt so natural despite her knowing it was not. How many people did he lure in with the honey of polite conversation and elegant parties without them realizing they were tools? If he wanted them, they would be treated well, and if they defied him, there would be nothing but a road of obstacles in whatever it was they were trying to achieve.
How unfortunate this is, getting mixed up with him. I wouldn't be surprised if he shut down any boats chartering back to Gesen just to keep me here. That is within his realm of power, isn't it? Cicely sighed, getting up from the sofa with some difficulty. The velvet cushions had been very soft, after all, and sitting in them for some time had made her sink deeper than she'd realized. Perhaps everything in the earl's study was a trap in some form, too.
She angled herself away from him as she brought the documents closer to her face for inspection. As far as she could tell, everything was in order. While it did give her some relief to know she'd have an income again (the sum she'd been given to study abroad had been rather paltry, sadly), however, she had the distinct impression that the earl wouldn't have given her the permissions if he hadn't been certain that she would accept his offer. He didn't seem like a man to back down.
Not to mention the time (and undoubtedly, money) he'd spent in learning so much about her. Even if she left the castle immediately, there was a good chance she'd be watched at the inn, too. Just how many citizens were in on the earl's plans for her? Or perhaps it was just a matter of bribery…
"If you don't mind, I actually would care to return for the inn. It's quite a hospitable place." Cicely smirked, finally heading towards the door. "After all, I could hardly impose upon an earl."</s> |
<|description|>Gideon Eisenhorn, Earl of Airedale (real name unknown).
I have edited the sheet to reflect the changes that occurred to Gideon's character during our conversation.
Age: 41.
Gender: Male.
Appearance: Reference image
Tall, dark and handsome, "Gideon" has made himself the very image of the respectable nobleman. His eyes are pale gray, fiercely striking despite being deep-set. Master Eisenhorn is a broad man, and his well-to-do lifestyle is starting to show, but most of his bulk is still muscle. There is a large pattern, like a wheel with speartips set into the spokes, burnt into his back. He hides this mark obsessively as it would betray his true nature.
Background: The man now known as Gideon Eisenhorn was born far away on the continent of Wraeclast, across the vast and dangerous Sea of Ghosts. It is a wretched land where humanity constantly struggles to survive, beset on all sides by monstrous creatures and hordes of the undead. Very few ships are ever able to reach it, and even fewer still set sail from there to arrive in safer lands. Wraeclast is separated from the rest of the world by a particularly violent ocean, the Sea of Ghosts, that claims the lives of almost everyone that dares to sail through it.
The race of humans that cling to life on Wraeclast are some of the toughest and most dangerous on the planet. Whenever one does manage to escape the continent with his life, they are like wolf among sheep. Many of them have learned how to harness powers of the occult to defend themselves against dark creatures, powers that would make the skin of any civilized man crawl. Using these powers, they summon demons, hellish creatures from a nether realm that are powerful enough to combat the foes they face on Wraeclast with fire and darkness.
Gideon was one such man. However, sometimes a demonic summoning goes wrong. If the demon isn't controlled properly, he can lash out, break free of his bonds and wreak havoc. Most potently, however, is their power to infest a human body and dominate its mind entirely. Whatever human lived inside that body is long gone, his soul consumed by the demon, a malicious being called Ravenor. Fleeing retribution from other occultists, who hunt down such possessed men with an obsessive drive, he arrived in Airedale by boat shortly before the war. He was caught and imprisoned, as Wraeclastians are universally distrusted. Such men and women usually only serve as mercenaries or assassins, if they retain their freedom at all. Resentful and ambitious, the demon seized his chance when war came.
Airedale was ruled by the Eisenhorn family of nobles, who all perished during the initial invasion. Nobody knows exactly how, or how one of them, a relatively little-known brother of the family patriarch Gregor, claims to have survived the purge. The man who claimed for himself the name of Gideon Ravenor emerged from the castle at the height of the battle, brandishing the family blade, and rallied the defenders. They were overrun and went into hiding. For months, Gideon and his band fought against the enemy invaders in a guerrilla war, where Gideon used his demonic powers liberally. He put every dissenter to the sword until only those who acknowledged his claim remained. He blamed their deaths on the occupying enemy force; who was to prove him wrong? Gideon left no witnesses.
When the liberation came, nobody was left alive who contested Gideon's claim to the family name of Eisenhorn and he was universally supported by the survivors; thus he became the Earl. In the years since, he has learned to dress, speak and behave like a noble lord, though his true, brutal nature still lurks beneath the polished surface.</s>
<|message|>Gideon Eisenhorn, Earl of Airedale (real name unknown).
Lord Gideon Eisenhorn talked as much as he listened that evening. He had invited most of the well-educated elite in Airedale to attend, which really meant he should have let them talk if he was so interested in scholarly discourse, but the Earl had spent a significant portion of the past three years 'brushing up' on his own academic knowledge and thoroughly enjoyed the opportunity to verbally display his prowess.
Occasionally his eyes would drift over to miss Goldburrow, who seemed too absorbed with the food to be doing much talking. That ought to soften her up, Gideon thought to himself while laughing at an atrocious joke by Matthew Eriador, the cartographer. Gideon had hired his services to create more accurate and up-to-date maps, as these had not yet been created since the war. Most of Airedale had been reclaimed and now firmly belonged to what one might call civilized land, but there were still portions (most of the forests, for example) that remained mysterious.
"How goes your work, actually?" Lord Eisenhorn asked him. Taking a second to think, Matthew dabbed at his mouth with a napkin before putting it down and speaking. "Slow, truth be told," he admitted. "Most of the locals are hesitant to talk about the forests, much less escort me there." Matthew shook his head and sighed. "Superstitious lot, but what can you do? It would be a lot easier if you would be so kind to lend me a few of your footmen, my Lord."
Gideon smiled and nodded sagely. "Consider it done. I will have Jettred draft a detail for you in the morning. If I may ask," he said, pausing to lean forward slightly, "what is it the locals are superstitious about?"
At this, Matthew laughed. "Oh, I don't know, some nonsense. They're always very quick to assure me that Airedale is a safe place -- which they thank you for -- but the forests seem to frighten them all the same. Perhaps it's just fear of the unknown?"
"Hmm. Perhaps," Gideon said, frowning at his food. He glanced at miss Goldburrow again, just in time to catch her looking right back at him. Caught in the honeyglow of her eyes for a moment, Gideon smiled, broke eye contact and looked around the tables. Most of the food seemed to be gone and he saw few of his guests still eating. Motioning for a servant, Gideon gave instructions in a low tone, then stood up and loudly cleared his throat.
"I hope you all enjoyed the food as much as I did," he said after the grand hall's murmur had quieted down. Appreciative applause for the servants and cooks swept the room. "Now it is time for the real talk to begin." Servants stepped forward and started ushering guests up and out of their seats, and the large dining tables were replaced with smaller, round ones, upon which platters with drinks in fine, crystal glasses were quickly placed.
"Mingle, please!" Gideon exclaimed, clapping his hands together. As the guests started animatedly talking about their work with each other, Gideon moved through them, politely declining invitations to join a conversation wherever he stepped until he found Cicely.
"Miss Goldburrow," he said, looking her up and down. "That dress becomes you very well. Please, come with me to my study, and I will explain why I have invited you here." He gestured towards the stairs and gently guided her towards them with his other hand on her shoulder. With practiced movements, servants moved between Gideon, Cicely and the other guests, obscuring the two from view and allowing the Earl to slip away with his charge unnoticed.
After ushering Cicely into his study, he closed the door behind them and smiled. "Please, sit down. Can I offer you a drink?"</s>
<|message|>Matthew Eriador
A shiver had run down her spine when the earl touched her, and the eerie feeling from the gesture hadn't faded when he led her away from the gathering. She'd also been surprised how a sudden burst of servants had emerged from the kitchen just as he'd begun to lead her away—she'd lost sight of most everyone before she'd even left the room. Gone was the music, the lit chandeliers and the bubble of conversation. With each step she'd taken, her unease had grown into nervous paranoia.
He was trying to be subtle and polite; that much was obvious. Even so, her hand itched towards her thigh: underneath her dress was a set of vials for cases of emergency and self-defense. She had no reason to believe that he would attack her, but on the other hand, he was acting remarkably suspicious. Why invite her to a gathering when she'd provided no information about herself? Why provide her with a dress? Why take her away from everyone when the entire theme was mingling?
Was it a dark fascination with her that she'd somehow acquired? Did he have a history of escorting away unaccompanied young ladies to his study? As one question led to another, little beads of sweat appeared along the edge of her forehead and the nape of her exposed neck. By the time they reached his study, she was feeling cold, stiff, and a little bit nauseas as her over-fed stomach complained at her to relax. Despite the paleness her face had taken, she still managed to appear somewhat composed, a thin smile upon her face as she stepped into the earl's veritable library.
She could see a fine wooden desk in the corner of her eye, but elected not to go near it—the thing radiated an oppressive, business-like aura. Instead, she gazed about for another, more relaxed place to begin conversing with the earl, only to feel another shudder when the click of the door closing sounded from behind. Cicely turned, eyes wide, and there he was. Between her and escape loomed the tall, immaculately dressed Mr. Eisenhorn.
This time, the sweat was thick enough to start the tiniest trickle down her neck. Cicely promptly cleared her throat and turned back around, unsure of whether or not she was overreacting. Surely, another guest from downstairs wouldn't feel quite so oppressed. She would have been flattered and eager, no? But then she would have to be clueless: one did not approach an earl casually, nor accept his attentions without regard to the consequences of gaining or losing his favor.
But he has been pleasant. I'm just… I'm overthinking things. I've never been in a situation like this, so I just need to calm down and act rationally. Cicely found a comfortable-looking sofa next to one of the nearby bookcases and made her way towards it, trying to remove the lump in her throat before she sat herself down and spoke. "I'm so sorry—my constitution this evening is rather weak. Wine would be too much at the moment, but if you had some water…"</s>
<|message|>Gideon Eisenhorn, Earl of Airedale (real name unknown).
"Of course," Gideon said and strode over to his desk, upon which a pitcher filled with water was placed. He poured Cicely a glass, casting a sidelong glance at her. She looked exceedingly nervous and afraid; the trickle of sweat down her neck had not escaped Gideon's attention. He was well-versed in fear. A small shiver ran up his own spine, delighting in the intense emotion of his guest. Annoyed at himself for the lapse in focus, he straightened up and suppressed the sensation.
Adopting a soft, gentle expression, Gideon sat himself down next to Cicely and offered her the glass of water. "I am sorry to hear about your constitution. I could have visited you at the inn instead. Well, either way, I'm glad you're here now," he said, smiling. "You see, miss Goldburrow, you are familiar with a rather... obscure subject. Don't ask me how I know," Gideon preempted the question, waggling a finger as his smile turned mischievous. "Let it suffice to say that I have many eyes and ears in Airedale."
Turning more serious, Gideon fiddled with the large ruby set into his ring. "Much knowledge was lost during the war. I have secured most of Airedale, recovering it from whatever creatures creeped into the villages, mines and farmhouses that were abandoned. In doing so, I have heard stories from the good people of Airedale, whispering about this and that." He paused, his eyes fixed on a point somewhere behind Cicely's head.
"In short, miss Goldburrow... what do you know about fae?"</s>
<|message|>Matthew Eriador
Cicely's mouth fell agape. Despite her determination to remain composed, the hand holding her glass trembled. Forget the smiles and soft tones—the man had been watching her? He could bat off knowing her work with the fae as a casual convenience, but to her, that was a tightly clasped secret. In a world where fae creatures did not hesitate to make humans into toys and slaves, merely being associated with one was reason enough to be clapped in irons and dragged off to mob justice. Hadn't her inquiries been a little more subtle?
The man was already too close for comfort, too. Cicely angled her legs away from him, forgetting all about her water as she used her other hand to rub at her forehead. Should she feign innocence? Just how much did the earl already know? To simply cave would be to confirm everything the earl suspected, but to flatly deny it would only make him press her harder. Thus, the only option left was deflection.
When she found her voice again, it was pitifully small. "Milord, I'm afraid I don't understand. If there haven't been any problems with securing your earldom, why have you given yourself to superstition? Surely a scout or one of the esteemed scholars here could give you more information about unknowns to concern yourself with."</s>
| <|message|>Gideon Eisenhorn, Earl of Airedale (real name unknown).
Gideon scoffed, fixing his eyes on Cicely's, even though she avoided looking at him. "More information, yes, but not nearly enough. Our knowledge on such matters has always fallen pitifully short and the war did not help. Whenever I send scouts into the forest they come back having seen nothing, only muttering about a sensation of being watched, which is supremely unhelpful. No, miss Goldburrow, that won't do," he said, speaking rapidly, all pretense of gentleness dropped.
He stood up from the couch and started pacing up and down the room, his boots thudding on the wooden panels of the floor much like earlier the same day. Still fiddling with his ring, he continued: "I invited you here tonight because I wanted to show to you my commitment to the pursuit of knowledge and the academic. Most others in a position of power in this country, including the King, are so focused on recovering lost territories that they do not even know what it is they are reclaiming. Or, indeed, displacing."
Coming to a halt, Gideon cleared his throat. "I want you to work for me, miss Goldburrow, as a... what was the term? Faerie doctor? I know they're here, in Airedale," he said, his voice dropping lower. "I can feel it in my bones. Anyone -- nay, anything, that trespasses in my earldom answers to me."</s> |
<|description|>Gideon Eisenhorn, Earl of Airedale (real name unknown).
I have edited the sheet to reflect the changes that occurred to Gideon's character during our conversation.
Age: 41.
Gender: Male.
Appearance: Reference image
Tall, dark and handsome, "Gideon" has made himself the very image of the respectable nobleman. His eyes are pale gray, fiercely striking despite being deep-set. Master Eisenhorn is a broad man, and his well-to-do lifestyle is starting to show, but most of his bulk is still muscle. There is a large pattern, like a wheel with speartips set into the spokes, burnt into his back. He hides this mark obsessively as it would betray his true nature.
Background: The man now known as Gideon Eisenhorn was born far away on the continent of Wraeclast, across the vast and dangerous Sea of Ghosts. It is a wretched land where humanity constantly struggles to survive, beset on all sides by monstrous creatures and hordes of the undead. Very few ships are ever able to reach it, and even fewer still set sail from there to arrive in safer lands. Wraeclast is separated from the rest of the world by a particularly violent ocean, the Sea of Ghosts, that claims the lives of almost everyone that dares to sail through it.
The race of humans that cling to life on Wraeclast are some of the toughest and most dangerous on the planet. Whenever one does manage to escape the continent with his life, they are like wolf among sheep. Many of them have learned how to harness powers of the occult to defend themselves against dark creatures, powers that would make the skin of any civilized man crawl. Using these powers, they summon demons, hellish creatures from a nether realm that are powerful enough to combat the foes they face on Wraeclast with fire and darkness.
Gideon was one such man. However, sometimes a demonic summoning goes wrong. If the demon isn't controlled properly, he can lash out, break free of his bonds and wreak havoc. Most potently, however, is their power to infest a human body and dominate its mind entirely. Whatever human lived inside that body is long gone, his soul consumed by the demon, a malicious being called Ravenor. Fleeing retribution from other occultists, who hunt down such possessed men with an obsessive drive, he arrived in Airedale by boat shortly before the war. He was caught and imprisoned, as Wraeclastians are universally distrusted. Such men and women usually only serve as mercenaries or assassins, if they retain their freedom at all. Resentful and ambitious, the demon seized his chance when war came.
Airedale was ruled by the Eisenhorn family of nobles, who all perished during the initial invasion. Nobody knows exactly how, or how one of them, a relatively little-known brother of the family patriarch Gregor, claims to have survived the purge. The man who claimed for himself the name of Gideon Ravenor emerged from the castle at the height of the battle, brandishing the family blade, and rallied the defenders. They were overrun and went into hiding. For months, Gideon and his band fought against the enemy invaders in a guerrilla war, where Gideon used his demonic powers liberally. He put every dissenter to the sword until only those who acknowledged his claim remained. He blamed their deaths on the occupying enemy force; who was to prove him wrong? Gideon left no witnesses.
When the liberation came, nobody was left alive who contested Gideon's claim to the family name of Eisenhorn and he was universally supported by the survivors; thus he became the Earl. In the years since, he has learned to dress, speak and behave like a noble lord, though his true, brutal nature still lurks beneath the polished surface.</s>
<|message|>Gideon Eisenhorn, Earl of Airedale (real name unknown).
Gideon scoffed, fixing his eyes on Cicely's, even though she avoided looking at him. "More information, yes, but not nearly enough. Our knowledge on such matters has always fallen pitifully short and the war did not help. Whenever I send scouts into the forest they come back having seen nothing, only muttering about a sensation of being watched, which is supremely unhelpful. No, miss Goldburrow, that won't do," he said, speaking rapidly, all pretense of gentleness dropped.
He stood up from the couch and started pacing up and down the room, his boots thudding on the wooden panels of the floor much like earlier the same day. Still fiddling with his ring, he continued: "I invited you here tonight because I wanted to show to you my commitment to the pursuit of knowledge and the academic. Most others in a position of power in this country, including the King, are so focused on recovering lost territories that they do not even know what it is they are reclaiming. Or, indeed, displacing."
Coming to a halt, Gideon cleared his throat. "I want you to work for me, miss Goldburrow, as a... what was the term? Faerie doctor? I know they're here, in Airedale," he said, his voice dropping lower. "I can feel it in my bones. Anyone -- nay, anything, that trespasses in my earldom answers to me."</s>
<|message|>Matthew Eriador
Ah, he was finally being straightforward--she could relax. He wasn't dragging her off to blackmail her or use her for some other nefarious purpose; he honestly did believe in the influence of the fae. Given the paranoia surrounding the subject, of course he didn't want to discuss such business in front of the other guests. Thus, strangely enough, as he expressed his irritation, she found herself settling back into her calm, usual self.
"While I applaud your quest for knowledge and your awareness of beings outside of humankind, I'm afraid I can't assist you. I am already bound to a contract that allowed my voyage here to begin with. I must see such duties through before taking a different job." Cicely took a tentative sip of water before daring to meet the earl's eyes.
"I can, however, offer a word of advice." Here, Cicely let the cup rest in her lap as she adopted a stern tone. "There is no known case of any fae society submitting to imposed human rule. They flee or fight as they choose, so think carefully before stirring up the hornet's nest. Things seem peaceful enough now, so I would suggest being content with that."</s>
<|message|>Gideon Eisenhorn, Earl of Airedale (real name unknown).
His jaw clenched at her so-called advice. "You are out of line," he said tersely. "A pack of wolves flees and fights as it sees fit, but if they're prowling our lands we hunt them down all the same. That being said, you are right, things seem peaceful enough. But if they are in Airedale, squatting in my forests, what happens if I cut them down? Airedale needs rebuilding and for that we need wood. This is why I need more knowledge and it's why I invited you here, not for meaningless advice like that."
Gideon looked away and clasped his hands behind his back. He gave her no time to react to his words and continued: "As for this contract you speak of, perhaps we can help each other. I know you applied for the documents to practice the doctor's trade -- obviously, as I turned it down -- and I know you need maps. I can give you both. Let me help you with your work and then you will return the favor." At this, he looked her in the eye again. His discontent with Cicely's disobedience was written all over his face and his words left little room for further displays of an independent spirit.</s>
<|message|>Matthew Eriador
Cicely blinked. On one hand, she ought to have expected that the earl could have been so surreptitious, but on the other, wasn't it a bit extreme? Had he honestly been plotting and watching her since she'd arrived in the country? The present situation said, 'obviously, yes!' but she still had trouble believing it. Fae creatures were scapegoats for many troubles, but incidents severe enough to gain attention were rare enough that they were often considered superstition. In a way, perhaps, it was like a looming shadow, something visible enough to be frightening, yet too incorporeal to be grasped.
This Gideon, though, he was taking the matter so seriously it really did feel like he was declaring war. On some level, he knew there were things darting beyond his vision, so was it fear that made him so stubborn now? The palpable tension in the air informed her that nothing good would come of refusing him, but even so, she took her time mulling his proposal over.
"To be quite honest, your lordship, I do not appreciate your tone. Up until now, I considered you to be quite a civil person, but you've been barring my work with the intention of holding some power over me. That alone is reason for me to outright refuse you—I have no fear of obtaining your ill opinion of me." Well, she was bluffing a bit there, but she saw no reason to quake in her boots. He was an influential man and had the air of a predator, but she was no criminal and he had no real evidence of her even being a fairy doctor. Well, at least she hoped he didn't.
Cicely took a deep breath, already imagining that the earl's frustration was at its brink. "But… given the situation, I am also not inclined to refuse you outright. I do not consider the use of maps and the allowance of doctoring a fair exchange—I am qualified for the practice and that alone should have been considered in the first place. If I am to assist you, I expect compensation for the time I dedicate to your cause, and if it does end up interfering with my contract, you will bear the expenses as a result of its termination. Whether you allow me into your personal library of maps is up to you, but I will not chalk up a few personal favors as being acceptable terms of employment."</s>
<|message|>Gideon Eisenhorn, Earl of Airedale (real name unknown).
The earl smiled; he was still dissatisfied with her attitude and had been on the verge of anger, but at least he was getting somewhere now. The foot was in the door; it was time to smooth things over. "I apologize, miss Goldburrow," he said, "if my methods seem obscene to you. I am a political figure rebuilding an earldom after a period of great strife. Manipulation and coercion are necessary evils in time like these. One does not blame a snake for having fangs, no?" Gideon fiddled with his ring and rocked back and forth on his feet.
"That said, of course you will be compensated for your work and your time. I meant only to insinuate that you could enter proper employment, with your duties and compensation outlined in a contract, after I have aided you in fulfilling your current obligations. Or perhaps simultaneously, if conditions permit," he continued, having adopted a genial and polite tone again. "You can ask around if you like; every member of my staff receives a fair wage."
Gideon eyed Cicely with curiosity. The woman sitting on his couch right now was not the same timid creature he'd observed during dinner. She had recovered her composure well. "So, what do you say?"</s>
<|message|>Matthew Eriador
And just like that, she grew nervous again. That polite veneer—now that she knew it for a true mask, she was certain he was back to hiding things. If she turned him down regardless of his agreeable terms, would she find out what those things were? Despite the danger, the darker part of her curiosity wanted to know: just how far was the earl willing to go to secure her help? She knew her talents were rare, but never had a stranger placed so much importance on them. The thinkers and reasoners of the world turned to science, the politicians and kings to societal power; magic was a thing for sorcerers and troublemakers in an age where men were rising above the superstitions of the past.
Well, at least in Airedale, it seemed. There were darker places of the world that remained largely unheard from, surrounded by myth. Those societies able to rise above the mist, however, did not entertain themselves with such unknowns. Even Gesen, with its humble little island villages, was happy casting off its supernatural beginnings. It made a fairy like herself quite nervous about how things would even out in the end.
"I will have to think it over," Cicely spoke at length. She took another sip from her water, trying to ignore how her stomach protested putting so much as another drop into it. "After all, one does not step into the lair of a snake with no regard to her own safety."
Ah, that was probably a bit too pointed, but statuses be damned—he was a self-insinuated reptilian and she believed it. If he was willing to use his power to manipulate her, he was not someone she could trust to look after her better interests. She wouldn't delude herself into thinking that she could use him just like he was trying to use her, either—he had the resources and the power; she did not. If there was anything he lacked that she had, it was simply the fact that he was male and she was female. Even then, did he not have all the attentions and affections of the opposite sex that a man could desire?
I can still turn him down and study elsewhere. He's not an entire kingdom, after all. With that in mind, Cicely glanced back up at him. Her gaze alone was something of a challenge, as if letting him know that she did have the option to refuse him.</s>
| <|message|>Gideon Eisenhorn, Earl of Airedale (real name unknown).
Gideon uttered a noncommittal "Hm," and rubbed his chin thoughtfully. It wasn't the resounding commitment he'd been hoping for, but it was better than nothing. "I will have my valet draft up a proposal for a contract. In the meantime, I will gratify your request for permission to administer healthcare, and I will give you access to the maps in the Eisenhorn Library... as a sign of good will," he said while he returned Cicely's gaze pointedly.
He strode over to his desk and sat down in the large, leatherclad chair that served as the effective throne of his domain. Dipping his quill (a rather large, colorful example) in a pot of ink, he wrote (in elegant, large strokes) the permission slip to access the aforementioned maps. Gideon reached over and grabbed a document from the far corner of the desk, which he signed swiftly and with a note of finality. Scraping back his chair, he returned to Cicely and handed her the two promised documents.
"Now then," he began, "if you wish to stay and mingle, feel free to return to the great hall. If you'd prefer to return to the inn, ask one of the footmen -- they will escort you to a carriage. Alternatively, a room can be prepared for you in the castle. You would be my honored guest," he said and graced his face with the most inviting smile he could muster. "Somewhere on the second floor, perhaps, away from all the bustle."</s> |
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The Seer - Character Sheet
Appearance: (Just ignore the 'tails')
Age: Unknown
Gender: Unknown
Bio: The Seer is an enigma and seemingly unknowable. A wanderer who at times can see the future and seems to always have mysterious events surrounding The Seer's every journey. Who is The Seer? What is the Seer? Does even The Seer know its purpose or is The Seer merely tight-lipped? What is known about the Seer is wherever The Seer travels, change is soon to follow.
Who is the Seer?: The Seer is The Seer, nothing more, nothing less.</s>
<|message|>Niana
Shouting caught Niana off guard. Since the Seer had arrived in the town proper there was a commotion stirring. The man she had been observing had even got up out of his sleepy reverie and rushed off towards the tavern. Perhaps it was time the girl made an appearance? Niana wrestled with the thought, a knot growing in the pit of her stomach. Would anyone remember her? Would anyone care? She shook her head and growled at the grass. She had a mission. It was for her family. She had to do it. Clutching the bone knife around her neck for good luck, Niana crouched on all four and creeped towards the town again.
She was close now. Well, closer than she had been. Closer but no less nervous. The feeling was curious to her; years of living in the wilds had made her slightly uninhibited when it came to matters of all sorts. Her clothes were an obvious one, and her emotions were an close second. Niana had all but forgotten what nervousness had felt like, along with a variety of other, more human emotions. She took a deep breath and stepped out of the grass and on to the dirt road. She stood perfectly still, the gentle wind blowing her platinum hair as she stared down the tavern. Finally she began to walk towards it and finally she reached the entrance.
The Niirborhood Tavern. That's what the sign read. Or at least what Niana thought it said. It had been a while since she had done any reading, so she may have been a little rusty. Stroking the bone dagger around her neck one last time for comfort's sake, the feral girl finally entered the tavern as quiet as possible. She was immediately blasted with various pungent smells and loud noises. She winced and tried to slink off into a corner. She was used to the ambiance of the forest, and the cool natural smells of the lush life that lived there. This was almost overpowering. The closeness of the people, the roaring of laughter and chatter and the smell of a load of humans smashed into a small space made Niana want to cry.</s>
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While people knew the Seer was in fact in town, there was still general confusion about exactly who was the Seer as there were more than a few travelers on the road. Of course there were the clever ones, like the somewhat bashful shaman who had just taken a seat beside what he probably thought was someone akin to the man on the proverbial hill for shaman and wizards. It was rather annoying really but the Seer realized that this one had a part to play in the story at hand. The Seer sensed a few more presences that would play a part in the forming tapestry, the threads were there now it was time to string them together and then decide which branching path to take.
"Our name is of little import I am afraid but I can assure you my age is beyond the least needed for a drink that mind." The Seer said, speaking to the barkeeper. "Now this young man here," the Seer nodded in Argo's direction, "is going to pay for my meal, aside from the honey-wine of course, I have foreseen". The Seer was of course lying through the teeth and had not seen if the boy was going to pay for his meal because of his powers, this was simply called fabricating your own future. Still in a way the Seer was allowing Argo to feel more comfortable in talking, since the boy was silent as a dead mouse.
The Seer ignored the person who had just come in to lean on the counter for the moment, a more pressing matter was at hand. The aura the Seer had noticed before on the road was now in the establishment and had a wild side to it, different from the 'wild' side of a drunk patron. It was entirely too easy to follow the source to a rather wild looking young woman who was entirely unused to civilization it seemed, not that one would consider Crosshaven exactly a huge source of civilization. The Seer locked eyes on her and motioned with eyes only, that and a look filled with authority despite the Seer's rather deadpan expression. The Seer had powers of persuasion beyond normal men, though in reality it was but a simple trick of presence that few had mastered, message did not have to be spoken to be understood though the Seer decided to speak anyway.
"Come here child we have business to discuss." A few patrons turned their eyes curiously from the Seer to Niana, unsure of who she was or what was happening. Mostly the Seer just did not want Niana to slink off after getting a whiff of some not so great civilization, it would be better to figure out where this piece fit in the upcoming tapestry.</s>
<|message|>Arman Ryanson
Arman trudged into the town alongside Ryan, heading for the local tavern. There was no better place to sell herbs and spices, and also the best place to ask around for the town healer. "The Niirborhood Tavern. Well they're not from my neighborhood." Ryan joked pushing through the door, followed closely by an eye rolling Arman. Steping inside she gagged. It wasn't like the smell was new to her, but after being on the road for so long, she had grown used to the clean air. But she would adjust, just as she always did. She followed Ryan up to the bar, where he snagged a spare seat, and she stood behind his shoulder, as usual, waiting till he gestured to a seat next to him, leaving a short gap between her and a pair of others a few stools over. When the barkeeper finally got to them Ryan nodded to the man, "Hello sir, can we get a drink? Two ales, please." Arman growled silently and smacked him round the head, "Fine, fine, one ale and, …do you have any milk?" Ryan amended his request. "Also, when you aren't busy, I'm selling herbs and spices, along with a few interesting odds and ends. Would you be interested?"
Arman was listening to every conversation, at least every one she could hear, paying attention, hunting for a story, interesting things like that. When the, was that a boy or girl?, called across the tavern to a wild looking girl skulking near the entrance, she swiveled her head, watching everything she could. Paying as much attention as her tired self could.</s>
<|message|>Lucas Niir
Lucas stared wide-eyed as customers poured in to his tavern. First, Argo graced the establishment with his presence, a peculiar young man who was studying medicine or something-or-other. Then, more and more came right after: about five other people in total, some from town, one who looked like a traveler, and one- Oh, Hell, what does this girl think she's wearing? For God's sake, she's in a public place!
Running a hand through his dark hair, Lucas began trying to serve each one of his new customers. Firstly, the gender-bent one who asked for honey-wine. The individual claimed that Argo would be paying for the meal, which was a little strange since he just walked in... "Argo!" He yelled across the noisy tavern. "Hey, are you paying for this guy's meal?" Lucas mentally winced as he threw out a gender-specific title, but shook it off, figuring that maybe "guy" would register as unisexual as well.
Lucas then looked towards the traveler, who he hadn't ever seen around town before. He looked a little lost, like a child in a crowded market. In fact, that might have been the truth, come to think of it, that might have been the case. Lucas ignored him for the moment, and two other people entered the bar: two more travelers of whom he hadn't ever seen. Before he got to them, it was time to address the skimpily dressed girl. He started to walk towards her, but stopped as the gender-less customer called out to her. He quickly stopped the individual before he got up. "Uhm, excuse me, you look like you two know each other," he gestured to the female. "Could you tell her to cover herself up a little more properly? This is a tavern, not a brothel." Already he began to see regulars gawking at the girl, and he rolled his eyes.
Next, a couple more travelers he hadn't seen before wandered in to the tavern. They approached the bar and took their seats. They ordered two ales originally, but one smacked the other in the back of the head and changed his order to milk. "Alright, coming right up, you two." He began to fill up a cup of ale and a cup of milk, listening to one give him an interesting offer. Apparently, these two strangers were salesmen, offering herbs and spices to him. "Well, I'd be happy to buy from you two fine gentleman. I should have plenty of money to buy after today," Lucas agreed, gesturing to the crowd. He heard a bell ring to the right of him, and a small plate was sitting on the bar with and small sandwich and a bowl of vegetable soup. Ah, that's for... he picked up the plate and set it down where Mr. Nameless was sitting before she got up. "One meal for the one who ordered it! You didn't give me your name!" He pointed at those sitting around the nameless one's seat. "If you guys touch his meal, you'll lose a finger."</s>
<|message|>Niana
Niana could feel eyes on her. She could feel the gaze of many patrons drinking in her immodest visage. She had hoped to blend in, but clearly blending in with a forest and blending in with humans was an entirely different beast altogether. She pressed herself against the far wall, like a cornered cat that was hoping to slip through the wood and out into freedom. No such luck for Niana though. Someone pushed past her and she felt and drunken hand grope her chest. This was degrading. How did people live like this? She felt like she had thrown herself into a cage. Her hand felt her bone knife and she remembered her purpose. The Seer.
As the thought made its way through Niana's mind she heard a voice call out to her from across the tavern. Wha-? The Seer's eyes locked onto Niana's own and she felt oddly calm. Not entirely at ease (she never felt she would be in this place) but her mind was at least calm for the moment. After a moment of deliberation Niana pushed herself off from the wall and slinked through the crowded tavern up until she was finally face to face with the Seer.</s>
<|message|>Argo of Crosshaven
It was not even a full minute after the shaman entered that the tavern picked up its activity by a significant margin. The light grumbling and gentle laughter that had filled the place previously was now replaced with a much louder, more joyous variant. The day was dragging on and more people were coming in, though what really surprised the shaman was the way the occupancy of the tavern seemed to almost double in the span of a couple seconds. Surely this was the work of some otherworldly force, after all, was it not said that where the seer traveled many were drawn close along behind? It was Lucas, the barkeep's, voice the finally broke Argo from his revere, reminding him of other things at hand which required his attention.
"Hey, are you paying for this guy's meal?"
The shaman nodded in the affirmative, still a little slack in the jaw. He watched in silence as the seer went on to converse with a few others before finally lodging his request. "Great seer," The shaman took up a rather reverent tone, as if speaking to someone who was by far his superior, "I am an apprentice in the shamanistic arts, though you probably knew that. I have come seeking advice and training. I wish to know all that you can teach me." When the seer's reply was not immediately forth coming Argo allowed himself to at least take stock of the newer members of the bar, in particularly the crudely dressed woman near the back of the room. He recognized her from his work in the fields and with herbs, often caught glimpses. Still, he'd not really bothered to give her much interest until now. She was so out of place?
Gazing back again at the seer to see if they would grant his request the shaman found again, sadly that it had not spoken. Assumedly it was more interested in its sandwich and honeywine at the moment. Still, it would give Argo a chance to run damage control, especially after Lucas' latest request to 'tell her to cover herself up a little more properly'? Rising, the shaman-in-training made his way over to the scantily-clad female, removing his light poncho which he then offered to her. "It would probably be best to cover yourself, miss."</s>
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The Seer had gotten the wild one's attention and soon they were face to face. Her appearance did not bother the Seer in the slightest but many of the others were quite taken aback by her appearance, even calling her a 'whore'. The Seer now had a few things to juggle: food, those around the Seer, and of course the honey-wine. The Seer kept Niana in that mystical gaze and somehow managed to also procure half a sandwich and a glass of honey-wine. The Seer also had an adoring fan in the next seat who decided to go ahead an offer the girl a poncho for herself. The poor thing looked healthy but she was quite out of sorts in this environment, still, the Seer appreciated the help from the side.
The barkeep was a bit miffed at her appearance but he would have no complaints after what the Seer did next. The Seer took the poncho from the young shaman's hands and instantly put the garment on her. "Alright young one, I have at least an idea as to why you are here. For now do not leave my side until I have heard the story." The Seer commanded quite sternly, getting down to business. "As for you young shaman," The Seer finally acknowledged the young man who wished to learn all the secrets the Seer had, "keep your eyes and ears open. Observe and you may learn something." The Seer then took a quick break to down some food and drink.
"As I am currently dining by all means explain your request in full. By coming to us, you have interwoven your life's thread with several others in this room for a span. Now speak." It was impossible for Niana to back out now, her fate was interwoven with that of the Seer since she entered the Tavern.
Almost as an afterthought the Seer reached inside it's garments and produced the necessary coin for the drink and placed them on the counter.</s> |
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The Seer - Character Sheet
Appearance: (Just ignore the 'tails')
Age: Unknown
Gender: Unknown
Bio: The Seer is an enigma and seemingly unknowable. A wanderer who at times can see the future and seems to always have mysterious events surrounding The Seer's every journey. Who is The Seer? What is the Seer? Does even The Seer know its purpose or is The Seer merely tight-lipped? What is known about the Seer is wherever The Seer travels, change is soon to follow.
Who is the Seer?: The Seer is The Seer, nothing more, nothing less.</s>
<|message|>Argo of Crosshaven
"F-fam-ily. . . murdered. . ."
The shaman watched with some measure of interest as the Seer worked its magical power. It was strange. Though this wild-woman and the seer had just met already the power of that mystic seemed to be subduing her. With a simple worded command the dark-skinned woman was brought to the verge of tears, then, at the explanation of their source they fell unreservedly.
The whole scene was more than shocking; had the seer known these things would happen? Why else would it be here? It must has known, through some intuitive power, that the people of Crosshaven had been in need of its guidance. Truly the shaman was left in a state of perpetual awe. But then the realization of the situation hit, the gravity. If what the wild-woman said was true then that might mean there were still such men within the village' confines. Foremost as a healer the shaman had an interest not only in the welfare of the village but also its safety. There was no way of telling how long ago the murders had happened.
Argo longed to speak up, to question the woman, to find out the truth. Instead he remained silent. The way her tears fell, he felt that saying something might only causing further harm.
He would do as the seer had instructed, he would watch and wait, listen and learn. Although he was distressed by the pain of the wild-woman there was really nothing he could do for her, he did not know her or anything about her. No. The best course of action would be to see what the seer did, to follow its advice and pray to the gods for a positive outcome.</s>
<|message|>Lucas Niir
Lucas scooped up the various coins placed on the counter while scrambling to pour drinks for all who asked. All the while he was carefully watching the bar around him for anyone who was more rowdy than he cared for. For a more or less packed tavern, things seemed alright. Thankfully, the nameless fellow had taken a poncho and threw it over the skimpily dressed woman, people nodding in appreciation around her. One of the two merchants looked like he was trying to hold back laughter while the other looked upon him disprovingly.
As conversations swept through the bar, finally it seemed, Lucas knew why so many people had flocked to the Niirborhood Tavern. Apparently, The Seer had wandered in to town, and more than that, right in to Lucas's own tavern. Lucas himself rolled his eyes at this, thinking that the people of Crosshaven had a little more sense than that. The Seer was a story, that's all it was. No one like that could ever exist.
As Lucas continued to look around the tavern, he noticed the white haired girl was making a fuss, crying and looking very upset. Argo was also not looking very well either. Between them, the nameless fellow stood, emotionless as ever. Lucas frowned slightly and decided to incestigate. He shuffled down the bar, serving drinks as he went. "Excuse me, Argo!" He leaned over the bar and called over the other noisy voices to the only person he really knew in the group. "Everything alright over there?"</s>
<|message|>Rhys Errol
Rhys looked to the bar seat beside him and slowly pulled himself up to sit on it. He watched the barkeep attempting to catch his eye but to no avail. He was tired and very hungry but he had to keep writing in case he missed something important. Pulling out the same sheet of paper from earlier he continued to write.
'Made it to the village of CrossHaven and found a tavern which many people seemed to rush to. There may be something big going on here. Could I be in the middle of something wonderful? Trying to order some food and drink and then will attempt to find lodgings. There are many strange people here, all of them are so different and I hope to make more new friends, if I make it...just a jest...or not'
Rhys chuckled to himself, he knew no one else would read these entries so he made funny jokes to himself for when he would read them back later in life. Rhys began to think, what would he do with all these entries, he had over 700 entries each as meaningless as the last. They were everyday things where nothing exciting happened, sure it was fun to write them but would they be fun and full of memories when he read them back. Rhys needed some adventurous events to happen to make it more interesting, to make him more interesting. He was a traveller with a boring life. Last week his was in a lively village and what did he do, spent most of the days sweeping a shop floor, cleaning in a tavern and grooming horses. Sure it was his way of earning money to travel but what if he found a job that was more exciting and actually involved interacting with people or something more meaningful, just something better to write in his entries so he wouldn't feel like he left his old life for nothing.</s>
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The Seer appeared...disappointed as the mystic looked into the girl's eyes. Having gleaned all the information that was necessary from her eyes the Seer turned from her to focus on finishing eating and drinking. "Revenge is it...not a motive we have any high regard for, all that breeds is hatred and malice." The Seer took another large drink of the honey-wine and smacked its lips a few times in contentment. "Despite these misgivings, fate has dictated this meeting and we shall see this through." The Seer reached into its cloak and brought forth a spool of white thread and unraveled a strand about a yard in length and cut it off with a fingernail of all things.
"Thread of Fate
Reveal the path to take
Connect the strands
Reveal the plan
Decide our fates
Before time dictates"
The Seer repeated this chant as fingers danced across the thread, leaving behind bows, loops, and knots as they went on. Soon the long strand was now looking quite irratic and utterly random. By the end there were three distinct segments that could be seen, one had more knots than anything else, the second had several bows and frayed edges, the third had a single loop and the just ended abruptly, the end torn off and broken. The Seer stared at the separate segments with a thoughtful expression, then handed it over to the young shaman. "So which of these three paths would you take?" The Seer asked and continued to finish the meal which was almost gone at this point.</s>
<|message|>Argo of Crosshaven
Taking the spool reverently from the Seer, Argo did his best to try and discern the differences between the three threads. He'd had some practice in the arts of scrying, though his ineptitude in such matters was plain before him now. To him the spools seemed to represent different paths, each one twisting and entwining itself to the others, each contributing towards a common, if confused, mass. "Forgive me Seer, but I can draw nothing of importance from it. These strands seem to represent the lives of various people, though how they interact and what will become of them I cannot say." In a way, Argo felt that he was already failing. Something as simple as this first task had clearly shown his training to be not up to the task at hand. Still, he couldn't let that deter him from future venture.
Twisting over the massed threads in his hands, Argo's eyes once again turned to the fellow mystic, offering a question. "If the Seer does not mind, I would like to know what they think of it?" The shaman's hands offered the twisted web of threads back, fingers guiding the clump back onto the table before the Seer. Perhaps if he knew something of the Seer's methods it would be easier to determine the proper way to answer the problem.</s>
<|message|>Niana
As the Seer decried her dreams revenge out loud, Niana felt a wave of defeat wash over her. Her shoulders slumped. If she had cat ears they would have drooped. A fresh tide of tears came out and made their way down her already wet cheeks. Her family would never rest in peace it seemed. Their souls would be doomed to wander restlessly, justice eluding them. The feral girl wanted to storm out of the stupid human building and go running off into the wild, where she truly belonged; but for some reason she remained in front of the Seer who was doing some magic with a string. Not that Niana could understand any of it. She looked at the man next to the Seer. He smelled of herbs and spices. Some sort of shaman perhaps? It didn't matter. Niana grasped her knife around her neck with both hands and shut her eyes, trying to stem the tide of tears.</s>
<|message|>Fredrick Riel
A cloud of dust began to settle over the cobbled path as Fredrick came to a halt outside the stables, the groom whom was a young boy by the looks of things, stared dejectedly off into space.
"Boy. See to it that my horse is stabled and fed." He commanded, dismounting from his horse fluidly, handing the boy the reigns and a couple of coppers, before quickly pushing passed him to get to the tavern entrance. The young fellow sneered at his back, and spat on floor, somewhat disgruntled from being awoken from his daydream, but Fredrick paid him no mind.
He had quickly heard talk of the seers location, and so had half of the town supposedly from the din of noise that was coming from within, carefully he opened the doorway and pushed his way through a group of people that had amassed around one of the tables. Many eyed the sword on his hip suspiciously, others went so far as to challenge him with disapproving stares, it wasn't common for a man to walk around armed in a small town like this, and had this been some other day he might of even taught a few of them some lessons in respect, but no, his mind was focused solely on the seer. And if it isn't the seer? The question skittered across his thoughts. Perhaps just some pretender? Another one suggested, color rose up his neck at the remembrance of his haste, a flaw that his master had once said would be the death of him. Pausing for a second behind the last wall of onlookers, he pushed forward, quickly taking in the scene before him.
An odd girl, scantily dressed, beside the poncho she wore, stood before the table. Her eyes tightly shut, perhaps hiding from the looks she was earning from some of the patrons, looks that were far more threatening than any his sword had received. Her odd dress style at least drew eyes away from his own. The young town shaman was contemplating pieces of thread in front of a stranger, confusion painted across his face, as he offered them back. So this was the supposed seer, doesn't look like much. He wondered, crossing his arms across his chest, he decided to watch and contemplate his next move. Oh wouldn't you be proud Master. Here I am finally exerting patience and careful thought. He thought bitterly as he waited for the supposed seers reaction, doubt held reservation in his mind and he was beginning to regret having acted on a rumor.</s>
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The Seer stared blankly at Argo for a moment, then suppressed a small chuckle. "Well you're honest I'll give you that." The Seer picked up the mess of thread and waved it around for a moment. "You know what these mean?" The Seer pointed at several different locations seemingly at random. "Absolutely nothing! We literally just made up that bunch of hogwash to see if you had an ounce of brains in ya! If you had tried to figure out some deeper meaning from this batch of worthlessness we would have booted you out for being a fraud. Still, you did at least guess at the meaning we were trying to convey." The seer then unraveled the thread on a whim, somehow managed to get rid of all the loops, knots, and even frayed edges making the thread completely whole again, back on the spool in the Seer's cloak.
"As for you girl, stop being on the verge of tears!" The Seer turned back to Niana with great purpose, as her eyes had been closed that allowed the Seer to lightly pinch the young woman's cheeks between it's thumbs and forefingers and gave her face a quick stretch and suddenly had hands to the side as if nothing had happened. "Just because we do not personally approve does not mean I won't help. In any event they should be brought to justice, in that fact you will find no argument from us; however we do have more pressing matters that may take my attention from the task of tracking them down. Also be thankful that your thread of fate just so happens to coincide with one we need to follow." The Seer then glared at one of the newest onlookers who happened to be Fredrick.
"That look of careful examination does not suit you." Then the Seer made a parting motion to the crowd. "Make way, we already have what we came here for." He/She was going to take a step toward the exit and into the crowd when the Seer turned around to make sure the food and drink had been finished. Seeing that it had all been devoured and paid for, the Seer said "our compliments for the food and honey-wine", took Niana by the wrist in a firm but gentle grip, then promptly stepped into the crowd. It was a curious thing that happened next, those in front of the Seer just felt the need to step out of the way as soon as the Seer was near them. A few tried to resist but did not try hard enough and before the Seer could plow into any of them they stepped out of the way. It was kind of like seeing a magnet that repels metal being pushed through sand. Those who nearby felt like the Seer should just not be touched, those that tried to touch Niana as they passed suddenly felt as if an icicle was pressed against their spine and that shock and sudden fear made sure she was safe.
"If you are coming then come," the Seer directed this to Argo and Frederick, not through sight but a sort of voice projection. "Otherwise go back to your ales and beers. We are quite busy." Before two more shakes of a stick they had already made their way out the door and into the street.</s> |
<|description|>Unknown
The Seer - Character Sheet
Appearance: (Just ignore the 'tails')
Age: Unknown
Gender: Unknown
Bio: The Seer is an enigma and seemingly unknowable. A wanderer who at times can see the future and seems to always have mysterious events surrounding The Seer's every journey. Who is The Seer? What is the Seer? Does even The Seer know its purpose or is The Seer merely tight-lipped? What is known about the Seer is wherever The Seer travels, change is soon to follow.
Who is the Seer?: The Seer is The Seer, nothing more, nothing less.</s>
<|message|>Unknown
The Seer stared blankly at Argo for a moment, then suppressed a small chuckle. "Well you're honest I'll give you that." The Seer picked up the mess of thread and waved it around for a moment. "You know what these mean?" The Seer pointed at several different locations seemingly at random. "Absolutely nothing! We literally just made up that bunch of hogwash to see if you had an ounce of brains in ya! If you had tried to figure out some deeper meaning from this batch of worthlessness we would have booted you out for being a fraud. Still, you did at least guess at the meaning we were trying to convey." The seer then unraveled the thread on a whim, somehow managed to get rid of all the loops, knots, and even frayed edges making the thread completely whole again, back on the spool in the Seer's cloak.
"As for you girl, stop being on the verge of tears!" The Seer turned back to Niana with great purpose, as her eyes had been closed that allowed the Seer to lightly pinch the young woman's cheeks between it's thumbs and forefingers and gave her face a quick stretch and suddenly had hands to the side as if nothing had happened. "Just because we do not personally approve does not mean I won't help. In any event they should be brought to justice, in that fact you will find no argument from us; however we do have more pressing matters that may take my attention from the task of tracking them down. Also be thankful that your thread of fate just so happens to coincide with one we need to follow." The Seer then glared at one of the newest onlookers who happened to be Fredrick.
"That look of careful examination does not suit you." Then the Seer made a parting motion to the crowd. "Make way, we already have what we came here for." He/She was going to take a step toward the exit and into the crowd when the Seer turned around to make sure the food and drink had been finished. Seeing that it had all been devoured and paid for, the Seer said "our compliments for the food and honey-wine", took Niana by the wrist in a firm but gentle grip, then promptly stepped into the crowd. It was a curious thing that happened next, those in front of the Seer just felt the need to step out of the way as soon as the Seer was near them. A few tried to resist but did not try hard enough and before the Seer could plow into any of them they stepped out of the way. It was kind of like seeing a magnet that repels metal being pushed through sand. Those who nearby felt like the Seer should just not be touched, those that tried to touch Niana as they passed suddenly felt as if an icicle was pressed against their spine and that shock and sudden fear made sure she was safe.
"If you are coming then come," the Seer directed this to Argo and Frederick, not through sight but a sort of voice projection. "Otherwise go back to your ales and beers. We are quite busy." Before two more shakes of a stick they had already made their way out the door and into the street.</s>
<|message|>Lilliannah Corrine Dancroft
Lilliannah stopped a moment. She had been traveling for three straight days without rest, and it started to wear on her. She pulled back her hood just enough so the breeze could make its way past her forehead. Wiping the sweat from her brow, she took a deep breath. "Finally, I'm here", she muttered softly.
Despite the hot sun beating down on her, she was covered from head to toe. Her dark brown tunic seemed to be made of a fine cotton cloth, sturdy leather padding on her elbows and shoulders. Heavy, black leather bracers covered her forearms up to her elbows. Plain, dark brown cloth pants are held up by a black leather belt, matching her bracers, and lined with a few pouches and other oddities. Brown leather boots, a shade or two lighter than the rest of her clothing, reached just past her knees, straps and buckles folding the leather over on the outside, secured them in place. Fixing her hood to cover more of her face, she continued towards the town.
It was late afternoon. The sun would set soon, perhaps an hour or so, casting shades of orange and red over the fields. It was her favorite time of day, for a few reasons. She would make it in just in time for supper. Food and a comfortable bed would make for a nice way to end this long and tiring journey. Crosshaven, it was called. Quaint and quiet so far. Farmers looked to be finishing up their daily chores in the fields as she passed. Families filing into their houses for dinner.
Stopping near some gossiping street loiterers, she asked where the nearest tavern was. "The Niirborhood Tavern", they replied happily enough, "just a little ways more up the road, you won't miss it". They quickly returned to their gossiping, which Lilli heard a bit of before she turned to continue in the direction of the tavern. Talk about the 'seer' made her snicker. "It's all just a bunch of hocus pocus", she muttered again, low enough that the loiterers wouldn't hear, I'm sure just another fraud, or perhaps even nothing at all. Though as she neared the tavern, goose bumps ran down her arm, a chill up her spine, her stomach turned. She pulled her hood just a bit farther over her eyes. She stopped a few yards before the door and took a deep breath. I'm being silly she thought to herself. Her intention was to continue into the tavern, get some food, a hard drink to settle her stomach and a good nights rest finally.</s>
<|message|>Arman Ryanson
Arman knew what she was doing was wrong, but that didn't mean she was going to stop. She had been an interested watcher of the episode in the tavern, since Ray wouldn't need her till this evening, so she had decided to follow along behind. A good story to be gained? She was so there.
Ray had once said she thought way too much about stories; her every waking thought, when not about food, was stories. Sure, she was probably being just a little over-focused on the one subject, but that was how she worked. No way around it. When the genderless 'kid', whom the other boy had called "Seer", had started heading out holding the girl she lept off her stool and scuttled out the door ahead of the small party. Striding away from the tavern she tried to look confident, like she was doing nothing wrong. She slipped into a small alley across the street from the tavern, waiting to see where the others went. Hoping she wasn't being stupid, was this crazy? yes probably. Should she be doing it? No probably not. But none of that was going to stop her. This was the most exiting thing that had happened for a long time there was no way she was missing out.</s>
<|message|>Lucas Niir
Lucas sighed as Argo ignored him, watching the nameless one leave with Near-Nudey Judy in tow. The one pulling the wild girl offered for anyone else to follow them, and although he felt a gravity of interest towards the curious personality, the tavern was packed, and somebody had to run it. A new woman entered as the two were leaving. This girl was dressed head to toe in a dark tunic, pulling a hood over her head as she entered. Lucas managed to get a look at her face before it came in: She had beautiful red hair and bright blue eyes.
Those same eyes seemed to be cast in Lucas's direction. He smiled at the new woman and motioned her over to the bar for a drink. As he did, he smoothly swept up coin left on the counter, replacing some with various drinks, poured and mixed at a brisk pace. As he served his eager customers, he caught sight of one of the salesmen getting up to leave. Lucas quickly made his way to the other one to inquire. "Your colleague's seems interested in that fellow, huh?" He asked. Before he waited for an answer, he shot down the topic and decided to talk about business. There was a short gap of time for him to talk, most of the tavern-goers plate's and glass's filled. "So, you two are spice salesmen, hm? What have you got in stock, my good man?"</s>
<|message|>Fredrick Riel
Fredrick ran the ball of his thumb against the hilt of his sword in quiet contemplation. He had felt... something. A sudden shift in his soul as the Seer took their leave of the tavern, was this what it felt like to be called by fate? And yet he found himself frozen, affixed to the floorboards beneath him, the last remainders of his doubt crippling him in it's attempt to steer his course away from this strange figure. His foot crept slowly ahead of him, soon followed by the other, as he reeled forward like a drunkard, just managing to catch his step before he collided with the newly entered patron.
"My apologies,... madam." He managed with a quick half bow, swiftly moving toward the door, throwing his shoulder into it as he burst out into the street.
The Seer and the girl with the look of the wild about her, were but feet ahead. A being of legend, naught but a few feet in front of him. Oh, how his old friend Simeon 'Lucky fingers' would have killed to be in his place. That fool had always thought himself destined for great things, it was a shame that he wound up with his own blade through his heart as Fredrick had pried it away from those, what turned out to be, not so lucky fingers. He blinked away the memory, before turning his gaze on the Seer, dealing with them would be as dangerous as dueling with Simeon had been that day.
"And what part do I play into all of this?" He asked carefully after them, as another question burned in the back of his mind, begging to be voiced. Ask nothing of the seer, owe nothing. He reminded himself soothingly, fixing his face with the placid stare that he wore ever so well when at court. Far better than a look of careful examination. He thought begrudgingly.</s>
<|message|>Lilliannah Corrine Dancroft
Though Lilli didn't know it, she had passed the Seer on her way into the tavern. Her pale blue eyes glittered as she walked through the sunlight, her gaze was fixed on the ground in front of her, never looking away. Whether she caught the groups attention or not, she didn't notice, nor did she much care. She wasn't here to start trouble or attract any attention. All she wanted was to do was settle the grumbles of her stomach and the aches in her feet. Everything else could come later, if it was to be.
The tavern was bustling with business. And apparently the recently departed group had caused a bit of a stir. One man nearly plowed right into her as he tried to catch up with them. It took a moment for her to get her bearings, her gaze lingering over the crowd for a moment, taking in the many different people enjoying the the company of the tavern and its goods. Finally, her eyes settled on the bar keep and an empty spot at the bar. He motioned her over.
She slowly made her way through the crowd and to the empty seat. The bartender seemed to be busy with other patrons of the busy establishment. Was he here by himself?, she thought, and glanced around the tavern hoping to see someone else who looked to be working here. To no avail, the gentleman helping the salesman was the only one about. She tugged at her hood, pulling it off her head and released her braid from the confines of her cowl that now draped over her shoulders. She already knew what she wanted, but she couldn't help but gaze over the backdrop of liquors behind the bar. This place must be doing well for itself, she murmured, her gaze floating over to the bartender once more. She was hungry, her rations had ran out about a day and a half ago. A strange sound crept from her stomach, like the growling of a hungry beast. It didn't matter what they served here, she was hungry enough to eat nearly anything they had, and probably everything on their menu.
Her calloused hands sat gently, folded on the hard surface of the bar top. She could be a patient women if she had to be. Business came first, it always came first. Her face turned sour as a thought crossed her mind. A yawn escaped her, with it, the sour disposition quickly disappeared.</s>
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"Indeed," The Seer responded rather indifferently to Frederick's question about what part he would play in the upcoming events, "that is a question worth asking. We have not the slightest clue except that we know you will play your part." The Seer turned to its rather motley crew and blew a strand of hair out of way. "My senses tell me that we should find the answers by following the murderer's trail, of course a lead is needed in order to start this venture. As the brigands got away without any trouble all those years ago no doubt they have become complacent and lax. Still they are not stupid if they have yet to be caught so the best course of action is to find the middle man, the person who helped coordinate their movements in the past by providing information."
The Seer said all this with absolute certainty, as if because it was said it was so. "Now to aid in the search, if the young miss perhaps has a token, a remnant from the attack, we can use the item to attempt a path finding. It is not guaranteed to work of course but could provide us a valuable lead. Otherwise some old-fashioned investigative work will be in order."</s> |
<|description|>Niana
Age: 18
Gender: Female
Bio: Originally from Crosshaven, Niana and her parents went up to the mountains looking for her older sister who had disappeared a few days before. It turned out that bandits had robbed her and left her for dead on the snowy slope of a mountain. When the rest of the family arrived, the bandits struck again, murdering Niana's parents but sparing her and leaving 12 year old Niana in the nearby forest to her fate. Determined to survive, Niana has lived for the past five years in the forest, not sure of where she was or how to get home. She learned to be self-sufficient and to thrive in the wild of the mountain and forests bordering the fields of Crosshaven, and eventually in the last year found her way back to the wide-open plains surrounding Crosshaven. She has not formally reentered the town, but instead watches and observes daily life from the shadows and outskirts of the town, which is how she found out about the Seer.
Who is the Seer?: Someone who can help her track down the men that killed her sister and parents.
There's mine ^.^V</s>
<|message|>Arman Ryanson
When they received their drinks Ryan placed a couple of coins on the bar.
He called me a gentleman, a gentleman! Arman sniggered silently to Ryan, Oh that's a good one, you're a gentleman, you! That was too funny, them gentlemen? Oh, and she collapsed into silent laughter again, with Ryan gently thwacking her ear, to get her to stop. Pulling herself together, Arman stopped laughing and instead watched the scene further along the bar play out in front of her. Good material for a story if ever there was some. The wild girl, with very little clothes, was interesting for a start, and the person who had called out to her, Arman had long since given up trying to decide on a gender, was certainly quite a piece. The boy who offered the cloak like thing was also worth mentioning. Basically, Arman found the whole situation interesting. She took a swig of her milk, gulping it down. For now she was content to watch. But later, maybe, she might, might, jump in.</s>
<|message|>Fredrick Riel
*Thunk!* splinters were sent flying as the two pieces of wood cluttered to the ground. Hefting the ax onto his shoulder with a small grunt, Fredrick wiped his brow with his other hand, taking a brief moment to scowl through the harsh light at the fields of golden wheat gently swaying in the breeze. He heaved a sigh as the gentle winds washed over him, cooling his body down from the work he was doing behind the homestead.
"Fredrick!? Fredrick my dear boy!" a familiar voice called out.
Samuel Louis the farmer appeared around the side of house, moving quite quickly for a man with a fixed limp, his weathered face was bright red, which Fredrick could only assume wasn't from hard work out in the fields, with the stench of whiskey that hung about him.
"There you are lad. I have some news that may be of interest to ya, do you care to hear it?" He asked with a toothy grin, despite his worn appearance and habit of drinking away his savings, Samuel was a good man and a deceptively robust character.
"I know you have a penchant for gossiping, so I fear I'll hear this news regardless." Fredrick replied jokingly, swinging the ax down into the stump with hearty thump, where he had been cutting this afternoons wood.
The whiskers on Samuel's face seemed to bristle at the notion that his companion cared not for his tale, which he had so selflessly stopped his evening ritual to deliver. "So I suppose ye' don't care that there's a rumor that the legendary seer is in town." He said, trying to hide a grin as he waited for the young lads reception to the news.
Fredrick's face became fixed with a determined look as he immediately moved with a purpose, quickly tossing the two bits of wood into the pile, before rushing over to the back of the wagon where he placed his coat and sword while he worked.
"Forgive me Samuel, I'll need to borrow Killigan if I'm to see if this rumor is true." He said, not actually waiting for confirmation from Sam. The old man blinked in surprise as the lad bustled past him into the stable, before emerging moments later, leading his old grey gelding toward the front of the house.
"N-now, just hold on a second, I-I thin.." He stammered, but was cut short as Fredrick vaulted into the saddle and tossed him a small leather bag.
"That there is for Killigan, I do hope it's enough." He said, as the old farmer, stared bewildered at the golden light glinting from the bag. That had been the sum of his fortune that had survived the journey from his home land, he had hoped to use it to buy passage with some travelling merchants, but those few who did pass through the small town knew nothing of the name he gave them, he now hoped that it would help the old farmer retire for good.
Wild thoughts and stray memories swirled about his head 'The seer, a being that appeared in both his peoples and this lands stories of yore, here, in Crosshaven?'
Fredrick just had to know, spurring his heels into Killigan, he raced off toward town.</s>
<|message|>Niana
Names were being thrown at her as she stood in front of the Seer. "Whore!" one called out, "Put some damn clothes on you tart!" another slurred. Niana turned and hissed. Force of habit. A poncho was offered to her by a man next to the Seer. Niana shook her head but didn't say anything (although it's not like talking would come easily for her, years of solitude and no one to speak with will do that to a person.) As quick as a forest cat the Seer snatched the poncho and draped it over Niana, who squirmed and was obviously discomforted by the sudden covering of her body. The Seer began to speak, he or she commanded quite sternly that Niana not leave his or her side until their appointed strand of interwoven fate was unwound. The feral girl's eyes shifted uneasily to the Shaman biding his time at the side of the Seer.
Suddenly, a command that made her blink in surprise. "Now speak." The Seer had said. The words were there, floating in her head, filed ever since she had first heard of the seer coming along. My family was murdered and I need help finding those responsible is what she wanted to say, but it was like there was a disconnect from her brain to her mouth. She focused herself. Her human voice came out, forming words as a child might, just learning to speak. "F-fam-ily.." She rasped, "Murdered..." It was all she could say. Painful memories flooded back. Ones she had been suppressing for so long. The faces of her family, her sister, her mother, her father all floated in her mind like three hot brands. Angry tears welled up in her eyes, full of emotion, raw like someone who had never learned to cage their inner feelings. Though tears added a gleam to her tanned skin, she did not break eye contact with the Seer.</s>
<|message|>Argo of Crosshaven
"F-fam-ily. . . murdered. . ."
The shaman watched with some measure of interest as the Seer worked its magical power. It was strange. Though this wild-woman and the seer had just met already the power of that mystic seemed to be subduing her. With a simple worded command the dark-skinned woman was brought to the verge of tears, then, at the explanation of their source they fell unreservedly.
The whole scene was more than shocking; had the seer known these things would happen? Why else would it be here? It must has known, through some intuitive power, that the people of Crosshaven had been in need of its guidance. Truly the shaman was left in a state of perpetual awe. But then the realization of the situation hit, the gravity. If what the wild-woman said was true then that might mean there were still such men within the village' confines. Foremost as a healer the shaman had an interest not only in the welfare of the village but also its safety. There was no way of telling how long ago the murders had happened.
Argo longed to speak up, to question the woman, to find out the truth. Instead he remained silent. The way her tears fell, he felt that saying something might only causing further harm.
He would do as the seer had instructed, he would watch and wait, listen and learn. Although he was distressed by the pain of the wild-woman there was really nothing he could do for her, he did not know her or anything about her. No. The best course of action would be to see what the seer did, to follow its advice and pray to the gods for a positive outcome.</s>
<|message|>Lucas Niir
Lucas scooped up the various coins placed on the counter while scrambling to pour drinks for all who asked. All the while he was carefully watching the bar around him for anyone who was more rowdy than he cared for. For a more or less packed tavern, things seemed alright. Thankfully, the nameless fellow had taken a poncho and threw it over the skimpily dressed woman, people nodding in appreciation around her. One of the two merchants looked like he was trying to hold back laughter while the other looked upon him disprovingly.
As conversations swept through the bar, finally it seemed, Lucas knew why so many people had flocked to the Niirborhood Tavern. Apparently, The Seer had wandered in to town, and more than that, right in to Lucas's own tavern. Lucas himself rolled his eyes at this, thinking that the people of Crosshaven had a little more sense than that. The Seer was a story, that's all it was. No one like that could ever exist.
As Lucas continued to look around the tavern, he noticed the white haired girl was making a fuss, crying and looking very upset. Argo was also not looking very well either. Between them, the nameless fellow stood, emotionless as ever. Lucas frowned slightly and decided to incestigate. He shuffled down the bar, serving drinks as he went. "Excuse me, Argo!" He leaned over the bar and called over the other noisy voices to the only person he really knew in the group. "Everything alright over there?"</s>
<|message|>Rhys Errol
Rhys looked to the bar seat beside him and slowly pulled himself up to sit on it. He watched the barkeep attempting to catch his eye but to no avail. He was tired and very hungry but he had to keep writing in case he missed something important. Pulling out the same sheet of paper from earlier he continued to write.
'Made it to the village of CrossHaven and found a tavern which many people seemed to rush to. There may be something big going on here. Could I be in the middle of something wonderful? Trying to order some food and drink and then will attempt to find lodgings. There are many strange people here, all of them are so different and I hope to make more new friends, if I make it...just a jest...or not'
Rhys chuckled to himself, he knew no one else would read these entries so he made funny jokes to himself for when he would read them back later in life. Rhys began to think, what would he do with all these entries, he had over 700 entries each as meaningless as the last. They were everyday things where nothing exciting happened, sure it was fun to write them but would they be fun and full of memories when he read them back. Rhys needed some adventurous events to happen to make it more interesting, to make him more interesting. He was a traveller with a boring life. Last week his was in a lively village and what did he do, spent most of the days sweeping a shop floor, cleaning in a tavern and grooming horses. Sure it was his way of earning money to travel but what if he found a job that was more exciting and actually involved interacting with people or something more meaningful, just something better to write in his entries so he wouldn't feel like he left his old life for nothing.</s>
<|message|>Unknown
The Seer appeared...disappointed as the mystic looked into the girl's eyes. Having gleaned all the information that was necessary from her eyes the Seer turned from her to focus on finishing eating and drinking. "Revenge is it...not a motive we have any high regard for, all that breeds is hatred and malice." The Seer took another large drink of the honey-wine and smacked its lips a few times in contentment. "Despite these misgivings, fate has dictated this meeting and we shall see this through." The Seer reached into its cloak and brought forth a spool of white thread and unraveled a strand about a yard in length and cut it off with a fingernail of all things.
"Thread of Fate
Reveal the path to take
Connect the strands
Reveal the plan
Decide our fates
Before time dictates"
The Seer repeated this chant as fingers danced across the thread, leaving behind bows, loops, and knots as they went on. Soon the long strand was now looking quite irratic and utterly random. By the end there were three distinct segments that could be seen, one had more knots than anything else, the second had several bows and frayed edges, the third had a single loop and the just ended abruptly, the end torn off and broken. The Seer stared at the separate segments with a thoughtful expression, then handed it over to the young shaman. "So which of these three paths would you take?" The Seer asked and continued to finish the meal which was almost gone at this point.</s>
<|message|>Argo of Crosshaven
Taking the spool reverently from the Seer, Argo did his best to try and discern the differences between the three threads. He'd had some practice in the arts of scrying, though his ineptitude in such matters was plain before him now. To him the spools seemed to represent different paths, each one twisting and entwining itself to the others, each contributing towards a common, if confused, mass. "Forgive me Seer, but I can draw nothing of importance from it. These strands seem to represent the lives of various people, though how they interact and what will become of them I cannot say." In a way, Argo felt that he was already failing. Something as simple as this first task had clearly shown his training to be not up to the task at hand. Still, he couldn't let that deter him from future venture.
Twisting over the massed threads in his hands, Argo's eyes once again turned to the fellow mystic, offering a question. "If the Seer does not mind, I would like to know what they think of it?" The shaman's hands offered the twisted web of threads back, fingers guiding the clump back onto the table before the Seer. Perhaps if he knew something of the Seer's methods it would be easier to determine the proper way to answer the problem.</s>
| <|message|>Niana
As the Seer decried her dreams revenge out loud, Niana felt a wave of defeat wash over her. Her shoulders slumped. If she had cat ears they would have drooped. A fresh tide of tears came out and made their way down her already wet cheeks. Her family would never rest in peace it seemed. Their souls would be doomed to wander restlessly, justice eluding them. The feral girl wanted to storm out of the stupid human building and go running off into the wild, where she truly belonged; but for some reason she remained in front of the Seer who was doing some magic with a string. Not that Niana could understand any of it. She looked at the man next to the Seer. He smelled of herbs and spices. Some sort of shaman perhaps? It didn't matter. Niana grasped her knife around her neck with both hands and shut her eyes, trying to stem the tide of tears.</s> |
<|description|>Argo of Crosshaven
Age: 16
Gender: Male
Bio: A villager turned aspiring healer. Argo dreams of one day becoming the shaman of his village (which currently has none), healing the sick and infirm and giving good counsel to his fellow villagers.
Who is the Seer?: A person of great learning through which Argo will be able to attain his dream of becoming a great shaman and healer.</s>
<|message|>Niana
The tall amber grass swayed as Niana stalked her way through the field. She reached a clearing and slowly pushed a stalk out of the way and peered out onto the road. There was a cart. There was a farmer on that cart, as well as a man (or a woman, Niana couldn't tell). Not that it mattered. The only thing that mattered was that this person was the Seer. The Seer that people had been discussing for weeks in the town square when Niana had been watching. The Seer that would help her find those men that had killed her family. She growled at the mere thought of them, her teeth bared. She watched as the Seer got off the cart and headed in closer to the town of Crosshaven.
The feral girl retreated and sat back down amongst the grass. She closed her eyes and listened. There was the rustling of the grass with the wind. There was the call of distant birds. There was also the steady beat of Niana's own heart. But.... there was something else. Something farther off, like the tapping of shoes on the dirt road. The Seer? She peeked out of the grass again. No it wasn't the Seer. She turned and faced the other way. Sure enough she could make out a man's silhouette. She darted back into the grass and creeped in his direction, away from the town to get a better look at him.
By the time she made it close enough to him, he had sat down. Niana also noticed he was clutching a bag. He seemed to be at ease on the road, so she figured he wasn't from around here. She clutched her bone knife and wondered what to do.</s>
<|message|>Argo of Crosshaven
Argo had spent a considerable portion of his morning in the normal fashion, out amongst the hills and forests of the perimeter of Crosshaven in the pursuit of plants, herbs, roots, and all other manner of psychical remedies. His self-training in the shamanistic arts were progressive considerably. In the path few months he had begun experimenting with the effects of different plants on different sicknesses, be they animal or human, and had taken to keeping a log of his findings. Today the routine had continued to some moderate success. Some days the herbs were low to the ground, hidden amongst the grass and difficult to find. Today a few choice samples poked up from beneath the forest floor and made themselves known to them; they were collected promptly. Bag filled with the necessary items it was not even mid-morning by the time the shaman returned, retiring to his quarters near the outskirts of town.
Argo spent the rest of the morning in religious prayer and observance. He had learned the proper rites and rituals from passing travelers who were more than happy to pass on the information in return for mending a broken arm or healing a sick animal. Small bits of tobacco burned in an incense jar on the far side of the room; it was the only suitable leaf he could find around these parts of the world. Retiring after his hour or so of worship the shaman decided to go into town to check up on the population. As their principal healer and religious icon Argo had become an important if not truly prominent member of the community. It was during his journey into town that he caught word of the Seer's arrival.
For weeks now there had been rumors and speculation and all manner of tall tales which related the supposed powers, abilities, personality, and appearance of the legendary mystic. It was said that those who conversed with the Seer found either great or terrible fortune and so, it was with these portents in mind that Argo moved towards the center of Crosshaven with an intention of seeking the mighty mystic out.</s>
<|message|>Lucas Niir
"And so then... And so then - Hoo!... So then I said to him, 'what do you mean, we're all out of gin? I put the order in last week!'"
The Niirborhood Tavern was alive with loud, hearty guffaws as Lucas Niir hit the four listeners with his punchline from behind the bar. Lucas, laughing with them, wiped away a tear, and continued washing a dirty glass. "Let me tell you something, Lucas, those jokes won't ever get old!" One of the listeners complimented. Lucas just shrugged. "It's my job to keep you folks happy and full. It looks like I've done a good job of both." Besides the four men, there were about two others sitting at two different tables. One cracked a grin at Lucas's joke, but the other stayed stoic, watching the door intently. "Hey, can I get you fine folks in the back anything?" Both looked back and denied the offer.
"You got anymore good jokes, Lucas? You know I come here just for 'em!" Lucas stepped back and placed the glass he was washing on the shelf behind him upside-down, next to a row of other sparkly clean glasses. "Sorry boys, maybe tomorrow," he responded. This was met with a chorus of moans and groans from his audience, and he waved them off like flies. "Oh come on now. I've got work to do. And hey, you guys best be getting some work in, too. These drinks ain't free, not by a long shot."</s>
<|message|>Unknown
As the Seer had walked along the route he had sensed a presence nearby; however it did not seem to be hostile so the Seer ignored the presence and continued toward the 'heart' of the town. The Seer could feel several pricklings down its spine, not hurtful ones, more like gentle proddings. The Seer knew what these signs meant, the fates were once again bringing some rather integral characters to the stage for another grand play. Unlike what the stories said, the Seer could not in fact control the events and information that flowed into his mind from outside his knowledge. The Seer did have visions to be sure but trying to make any sense out of them was sort of like interpreting a dream, even if the image was clear the meaning could easily escape. Thankfully the Seer had quite a bit of experience with this strange gift and therefore was quite good at figuring things out. It appeared there would be a few intersecting stories in this village that the Seer would be a part of.
The large young man unloading the supply wagon, the traveler behind him, the presence that the Seer sensed, already a few of the pieces were starting to become apparent. Course a few pieces to the puzzles were just that, pieces, the Seer would put the picture together eventually, now it was high time to get a drink and some food. The Seer looked for the nearest place to get some refreshment, it appeared 'The Niirborhood Tavern' was the place to go. The Seer idly wondered if the owner had purposefully decided to mis-spell neighborhood to make it specially or if he really thought that was the correct spelling but that was but a small mystery that did not deserve to be found out.
The Seer entered the establishment without hesitation. There was a rowdy bunch in there already it appeared but the Seer was not bothered by some noise. From some of the conversation in the tavern it appeared the Seer's reputation had preceded the mystic. Still as was usual with such rumor one of the most important facts about the Seer was just plain ludicrous, the Seer's appearance. The usual rumors were that the Seer was a wise old man who showed wisdom on his wrinkly face, was in fact a gorgeous and well-endowed woman, or was in fact a powerful warrior that used his mighty magics to lay waste to creatures of darkness. The Seer never made any effort to correct the rumors as it allowed the magician to travel through most towns without too much trouble. Being always on the move the Seer tried not to stay too long in any one spot unless there was a reason to be and it looked like Crosshaven might just be such a place.
The Seer strode across the floor, almost making no sound when walking. The Seer made it to the bar and took a counter-seat with the men nearby. "Barkeep a pleasure to make your acquaintance. We wish to purchase a meal and a glass of honey-wine if available." Honey-wine a step up from most of the low end drinks but did not quite reach the levels of sophistication of the higher class, still it was not a drink a regular working man could afford very often. "As for the meal, we shall take whatever special you recommend to travelers in order to taste Crosshaven's flavor."
Even just sitting there and speaking the Seer gave off a distinct aura or...differentness. It was not exactly odd just different, course the Seer's looks helped tip it over to more of an oddity along with that particular way of talking. The Seer was capable of making people curious, weary, confused, and pleasant all at the same time. It really was quite a feat.</s>
<|message|>Arman Ryanson
Arman groaned, slumping down on the seat at the front of the wagon. Rubbing her eyes, trying to clear away the bleary, fuzzy, vision. Silently she mouthed something, probably a rude word, but no sound came out. It really wasn't fair that she had to lose her voice NOW, when they were finally at a village after traveling on the roads for so long. Sighing she flipped open her latest book of legends, that she had bargained for a few villages back. The price had been steep, and she was wary, it was probably just another book full of common fairytales. But her life was these stories and so, even knowing she was probably being conned, she had traded out three rabbits, a pigeon, and a handful of coins. The rabbits she had caught herself, and Ryan had 'lent' her the pigeon so he would be expecting something back. He was her 'father figure', the man who had picked her up all those years ago, and she had taken his name, as was costmary in some regions, Ryanson, or Ryan's son, even though she was neither his son nor a boy. Ryan himself was driving the wagon, whistling cheerfully, to a tune in his head. Frowning Arman droned the sound out, burying her worries about her voice, and started reading from her book.
Have You Heard?
Have You Heard?
The Seer is here!
The Seer is here!
The Seer brings Miracles!
The Seer brings Death!
Arman sighed, this poem again. There wasn't anything wrong with the poem, actually she loved it, more than most of her stories, but as with most things, too much of something leads you to never want to encounter it again. This had been the first proper thing she had read, back when she was learning to read, piecing together the hastily scrawled words on their scrumpled piece of paper. When she had finally managed to read it, to read it all, she would then spend some time every day re-reading it, proving to herself that she could, that it wasn't a dream. Speaking of dreams; Arman jolted awake, wincing at the sore spot where Ryan had dug in his elbow. She mouthed a curse at him, but still found she couldn't talk. Glancing ahead she found they were at the edge of the town. Ryan stopped the horse, and Arman could hear the creak as the two other wagons behind them pulled to a halt as well. "Meet you back here, this evening, yeah?" Ryan bellowed at the other four as he hopped down from the wagon, grinning back up at Arman. "Shall we go conduct business, and see if there's someone who can help with your voice?"</s>
<|message|>Lucas Niir
Lucas looked up from his audience and smiled at the young... Oh boy, I'm in for it now,Lucas thought to himself as he couldn't exactly guess what sex this newcomer was. She -or he- had long, black hair tied up in a neat ponytail, and at first sight the, this would make any sane person believe that this fellow could be a woman. But her face was so rigid and sure, unsmiling and straight that this patron could have been a man. And of course, men without ponytails weren't totally unheard of. Why, just the other day, Lucas had a man cone in who was under an occupation of a foreign name. He said he was a sam-ooh-something... Or maybe a rai-ooh-something? Oh, to Hell with it, Lucas thought.
After a fee seconds of searching for a unisexual pronoun for his customer, and a short second of hesitation, Lucas Niir smiled and nodded. "I don't think I've had anyone ask for honey-wine in quite some time, stranger. I'll see if I have any in stock, though. And just in case you've never come in before, the name is Lucas Niir. At your service, stranger." He greeted the mysterious fellow and turned around to examine his shelves of liquor, looking around for the specified drink. He certainly stocked honey-wine, but only near festival seasons. The folks that walked in to the tavern around these parts usually favored a more "manly" drink."Let's see... Hmmm... Ah, here we are!" Lucas pulled out a bottle of unopened honey-wine, ready to serve. He started to open it immediately with one hand, searching behind him for a bottle with his other. "Well, you're in luck. This is one of my last bottles."
As he poured, he thought about what exactly he could make for his customer. They had a limited menu at the Niirborhood Tavern; usually the chef Lucas has hired made whatever he could make, but because of his great skill in cooking, this was usually not complained about. "Hey, chef!" He called to a door to his right which led to a kitchen. "Think you can cook up a meal for me?" With that, he set the wine glass filled with the golden wine in front of the stranger. "Excuse me, but you're old enough to drink, right?" With a yes, he would let go of the glass for the customer's enjoyment. "So, what's your name, stranger?"</s>
| <|message|>Argo of Crosshaven
Argo made his way quickly towards the town center, stopping to talk and converse with a few people along the way. The seer, the seer! She's in the tavern right now! No, no! It was most definitely a girl! Argo didn't wait for any further rumors, instead he sped on to his destination with all due speed. Upon approaching the front of the establishment the shaman waved hello to a couple of local customers. Although he lived on the outskirts of town his profession had made him quite well known and when he did not have the time to compose his own suppers he often came her, to the Niirborhood Tavern to get his fill. Today however he had a different sort of aim and so it was with this enthusiasm that Argo moved through the entryway.
Almost immediately the shaman was capable of picking the sage out. The. . . person, for he could not definitely tell whether it was a man or woman, released a certain aura which seemed to hang about them like rain clouds to mountains. Argo, more in touch with the supernatural than most, could almost visualize this aura and for the first time since he'd heard of the seer he began to have his doubts. Still, if what was said about the seer was true than his caution was heedless.
As he approached Argo caught sight also of the tavern's master, Lucas Niir. Argo was not quite friends with the man though they were assuredly acquaintances. Having been a patron of the tavern for some time Argo was sure Lucas was also privy to his usual favorites in regards to food or drink; that is to say that Argo ate food that was rather plain and preferred some alternative to drinking alcohol whenever it was available. Trying his best to contain himself, the shaman drew up a seat next to the seer, almost at a loss for where to begin. He was sure his hesitance was palpable.</s> |
<|description|>Lucas Niir
Age - 29
Gender - Male
Bio - Lucas comes from a town a little ways down the road from Cross-Haven, where his parents own a locally famous tavern by the name of "Your Friendly Niirborhood Tavern." Their service is fantastic and incredibly quick, with their only being three people employed: Both of Lucas's parents, and a single cook. Their business was their pride and joy, and ever since childhood, Lucas was captured by the devotion his parents showed towards their business, and aspired to run the store some day.
Lucas helped out around the tavern, and eventually was considered to be a fourth employee by everyone. He learned much from his parents, and eventually became skilled enough to open his own tavern in Cross-Haven by the same name. Business there, although a little slower due to the smaller size of the town, was well, and lived up to the reputation of his parents business in the town over. Lately, however, it had come to Lucas's attention that his father had come down with a terrible sickness. Due to this, his normally cheerful and eager-to-please attitude has waned a little bit.
Who is the Seer? - Lucas has heard of him/her, but doesn't believe in The Seer. Upon mention, he usually will laugh and reply with: "Hell, we can all see, can't we? I don't see the big hoopla over it."</s>
<|message|>Niana
The tall amber grass swayed as Niana stalked her way through the field. She reached a clearing and slowly pushed a stalk out of the way and peered out onto the road. There was a cart. There was a farmer on that cart, as well as a man (or a woman, Niana couldn't tell). Not that it mattered. The only thing that mattered was that this person was the Seer. The Seer that people had been discussing for weeks in the town square when Niana had been watching. The Seer that would help her find those men that had killed her family. She growled at the mere thought of them, her teeth bared. She watched as the Seer got off the cart and headed in closer to the town of Crosshaven.
The feral girl retreated and sat back down amongst the grass. She closed her eyes and listened. There was the rustling of the grass with the wind. There was the call of distant birds. There was also the steady beat of Niana's own heart. But.... there was something else. Something farther off, like the tapping of shoes on the dirt road. The Seer? She peeked out of the grass again. No it wasn't the Seer. She turned and faced the other way. Sure enough she could make out a man's silhouette. She darted back into the grass and creeped in his direction, away from the town to get a better look at him.
By the time she made it close enough to him, he had sat down. Niana also noticed he was clutching a bag. He seemed to be at ease on the road, so she figured he wasn't from around here. She clutched her bone knife and wondered what to do.</s>
<|message|>Argo of Crosshaven
Argo had spent a considerable portion of his morning in the normal fashion, out amongst the hills and forests of the perimeter of Crosshaven in the pursuit of plants, herbs, roots, and all other manner of psychical remedies. His self-training in the shamanistic arts were progressive considerably. In the path few months he had begun experimenting with the effects of different plants on different sicknesses, be they animal or human, and had taken to keeping a log of his findings. Today the routine had continued to some moderate success. Some days the herbs were low to the ground, hidden amongst the grass and difficult to find. Today a few choice samples poked up from beneath the forest floor and made themselves known to them; they were collected promptly. Bag filled with the necessary items it was not even mid-morning by the time the shaman returned, retiring to his quarters near the outskirts of town.
Argo spent the rest of the morning in religious prayer and observance. He had learned the proper rites and rituals from passing travelers who were more than happy to pass on the information in return for mending a broken arm or healing a sick animal. Small bits of tobacco burned in an incense jar on the far side of the room; it was the only suitable leaf he could find around these parts of the world. Retiring after his hour or so of worship the shaman decided to go into town to check up on the population. As their principal healer and religious icon Argo had become an important if not truly prominent member of the community. It was during his journey into town that he caught word of the Seer's arrival.
For weeks now there had been rumors and speculation and all manner of tall tales which related the supposed powers, abilities, personality, and appearance of the legendary mystic. It was said that those who conversed with the Seer found either great or terrible fortune and so, it was with these portents in mind that Argo moved towards the center of Crosshaven with an intention of seeking the mighty mystic out.</s>
<|message|>Lucas Niir
"And so then... And so then - Hoo!... So then I said to him, 'what do you mean, we're all out of gin? I put the order in last week!'"
The Niirborhood Tavern was alive with loud, hearty guffaws as Lucas Niir hit the four listeners with his punchline from behind the bar. Lucas, laughing with them, wiped away a tear, and continued washing a dirty glass. "Let me tell you something, Lucas, those jokes won't ever get old!" One of the listeners complimented. Lucas just shrugged. "It's my job to keep you folks happy and full. It looks like I've done a good job of both." Besides the four men, there were about two others sitting at two different tables. One cracked a grin at Lucas's joke, but the other stayed stoic, watching the door intently. "Hey, can I get you fine folks in the back anything?" Both looked back and denied the offer.
"You got anymore good jokes, Lucas? You know I come here just for 'em!" Lucas stepped back and placed the glass he was washing on the shelf behind him upside-down, next to a row of other sparkly clean glasses. "Sorry boys, maybe tomorrow," he responded. This was met with a chorus of moans and groans from his audience, and he waved them off like flies. "Oh come on now. I've got work to do. And hey, you guys best be getting some work in, too. These drinks ain't free, not by a long shot."</s>
<|message|>Unknown
As the Seer had walked along the route he had sensed a presence nearby; however it did not seem to be hostile so the Seer ignored the presence and continued toward the 'heart' of the town. The Seer could feel several pricklings down its spine, not hurtful ones, more like gentle proddings. The Seer knew what these signs meant, the fates were once again bringing some rather integral characters to the stage for another grand play. Unlike what the stories said, the Seer could not in fact control the events and information that flowed into his mind from outside his knowledge. The Seer did have visions to be sure but trying to make any sense out of them was sort of like interpreting a dream, even if the image was clear the meaning could easily escape. Thankfully the Seer had quite a bit of experience with this strange gift and therefore was quite good at figuring things out. It appeared there would be a few intersecting stories in this village that the Seer would be a part of.
The large young man unloading the supply wagon, the traveler behind him, the presence that the Seer sensed, already a few of the pieces were starting to become apparent. Course a few pieces to the puzzles were just that, pieces, the Seer would put the picture together eventually, now it was high time to get a drink and some food. The Seer looked for the nearest place to get some refreshment, it appeared 'The Niirborhood Tavern' was the place to go. The Seer idly wondered if the owner had purposefully decided to mis-spell neighborhood to make it specially or if he really thought that was the correct spelling but that was but a small mystery that did not deserve to be found out.
The Seer entered the establishment without hesitation. There was a rowdy bunch in there already it appeared but the Seer was not bothered by some noise. From some of the conversation in the tavern it appeared the Seer's reputation had preceded the mystic. Still as was usual with such rumor one of the most important facts about the Seer was just plain ludicrous, the Seer's appearance. The usual rumors were that the Seer was a wise old man who showed wisdom on his wrinkly face, was in fact a gorgeous and well-endowed woman, or was in fact a powerful warrior that used his mighty magics to lay waste to creatures of darkness. The Seer never made any effort to correct the rumors as it allowed the magician to travel through most towns without too much trouble. Being always on the move the Seer tried not to stay too long in any one spot unless there was a reason to be and it looked like Crosshaven might just be such a place.
The Seer strode across the floor, almost making no sound when walking. The Seer made it to the bar and took a counter-seat with the men nearby. "Barkeep a pleasure to make your acquaintance. We wish to purchase a meal and a glass of honey-wine if available." Honey-wine a step up from most of the low end drinks but did not quite reach the levels of sophistication of the higher class, still it was not a drink a regular working man could afford very often. "As for the meal, we shall take whatever special you recommend to travelers in order to taste Crosshaven's flavor."
Even just sitting there and speaking the Seer gave off a distinct aura or...differentness. It was not exactly odd just different, course the Seer's looks helped tip it over to more of an oddity along with that particular way of talking. The Seer was capable of making people curious, weary, confused, and pleasant all at the same time. It really was quite a feat.</s>
<|message|>Arman Ryanson
Arman groaned, slumping down on the seat at the front of the wagon. Rubbing her eyes, trying to clear away the bleary, fuzzy, vision. Silently she mouthed something, probably a rude word, but no sound came out. It really wasn't fair that she had to lose her voice NOW, when they were finally at a village after traveling on the roads for so long. Sighing she flipped open her latest book of legends, that she had bargained for a few villages back. The price had been steep, and she was wary, it was probably just another book full of common fairytales. But her life was these stories and so, even knowing she was probably being conned, she had traded out three rabbits, a pigeon, and a handful of coins. The rabbits she had caught herself, and Ryan had 'lent' her the pigeon so he would be expecting something back. He was her 'father figure', the man who had picked her up all those years ago, and she had taken his name, as was costmary in some regions, Ryanson, or Ryan's son, even though she was neither his son nor a boy. Ryan himself was driving the wagon, whistling cheerfully, to a tune in his head. Frowning Arman droned the sound out, burying her worries about her voice, and started reading from her book.
Have You Heard?
Have You Heard?
The Seer is here!
The Seer is here!
The Seer brings Miracles!
The Seer brings Death!
Arman sighed, this poem again. There wasn't anything wrong with the poem, actually she loved it, more than most of her stories, but as with most things, too much of something leads you to never want to encounter it again. This had been the first proper thing she had read, back when she was learning to read, piecing together the hastily scrawled words on their scrumpled piece of paper. When she had finally managed to read it, to read it all, she would then spend some time every day re-reading it, proving to herself that she could, that it wasn't a dream. Speaking of dreams; Arman jolted awake, wincing at the sore spot where Ryan had dug in his elbow. She mouthed a curse at him, but still found she couldn't talk. Glancing ahead she found they were at the edge of the town. Ryan stopped the horse, and Arman could hear the creak as the two other wagons behind them pulled to a halt as well. "Meet you back here, this evening, yeah?" Ryan bellowed at the other four as he hopped down from the wagon, grinning back up at Arman. "Shall we go conduct business, and see if there's someone who can help with your voice?"</s>
| <|message|>Lucas Niir
Lucas looked up from his audience and smiled at the young... Oh boy, I'm in for it now,Lucas thought to himself as he couldn't exactly guess what sex this newcomer was. She -or he- had long, black hair tied up in a neat ponytail, and at first sight the, this would make any sane person believe that this fellow could be a woman. But her face was so rigid and sure, unsmiling and straight that this patron could have been a man. And of course, men without ponytails weren't totally unheard of. Why, just the other day, Lucas had a man cone in who was under an occupation of a foreign name. He said he was a sam-ooh-something... Or maybe a rai-ooh-something? Oh, to Hell with it, Lucas thought.
After a fee seconds of searching for a unisexual pronoun for his customer, and a short second of hesitation, Lucas Niir smiled and nodded. "I don't think I've had anyone ask for honey-wine in quite some time, stranger. I'll see if I have any in stock, though. And just in case you've never come in before, the name is Lucas Niir. At your service, stranger." He greeted the mysterious fellow and turned around to examine his shelves of liquor, looking around for the specified drink. He certainly stocked honey-wine, but only near festival seasons. The folks that walked in to the tavern around these parts usually favored a more "manly" drink."Let's see... Hmmm... Ah, here we are!" Lucas pulled out a bottle of unopened honey-wine, ready to serve. He started to open it immediately with one hand, searching behind him for a bottle with his other. "Well, you're in luck. This is one of my last bottles."
As he poured, he thought about what exactly he could make for his customer. They had a limited menu at the Niirborhood Tavern; usually the chef Lucas has hired made whatever he could make, but because of his great skill in cooking, this was usually not complained about. "Hey, chef!" He called to a door to his right which led to a kitchen. "Think you can cook up a meal for me?" With that, he set the wine glass filled with the golden wine in front of the stranger. "Excuse me, but you're old enough to drink, right?" With a yes, he would let go of the glass for the customer's enjoyment. "So, what's your name, stranger?"</s> |
<|description|>Lucas Niir
Age - 29
Gender - Male
Bio - Lucas comes from a town a little ways down the road from Cross-Haven, where his parents own a locally famous tavern by the name of "Your Friendly Niirborhood Tavern." Their service is fantastic and incredibly quick, with their only being three people employed: Both of Lucas's parents, and a single cook. Their business was their pride and joy, and ever since childhood, Lucas was captured by the devotion his parents showed towards their business, and aspired to run the store some day.
Lucas helped out around the tavern, and eventually was considered to be a fourth employee by everyone. He learned much from his parents, and eventually became skilled enough to open his own tavern in Cross-Haven by the same name. Business there, although a little slower due to the smaller size of the town, was well, and lived up to the reputation of his parents business in the town over. Lately, however, it had come to Lucas's attention that his father had come down with a terrible sickness. Due to this, his normally cheerful and eager-to-please attitude has waned a little bit.
Who is the Seer? - Lucas has heard of him/her, but doesn't believe in The Seer. Upon mention, he usually will laugh and reply with: "Hell, we can all see, can't we? I don't see the big hoopla over it."</s>
<|message|>Lucas Niir
Lucas looked up from his audience and smiled at the young... Oh boy, I'm in for it now,Lucas thought to himself as he couldn't exactly guess what sex this newcomer was. She -or he- had long, black hair tied up in a neat ponytail, and at first sight the, this would make any sane person believe that this fellow could be a woman. But her face was so rigid and sure, unsmiling and straight that this patron could have been a man. And of course, men without ponytails weren't totally unheard of. Why, just the other day, Lucas had a man cone in who was under an occupation of a foreign name. He said he was a sam-ooh-something... Or maybe a rai-ooh-something? Oh, to Hell with it, Lucas thought.
After a fee seconds of searching for a unisexual pronoun for his customer, and a short second of hesitation, Lucas Niir smiled and nodded. "I don't think I've had anyone ask for honey-wine in quite some time, stranger. I'll see if I have any in stock, though. And just in case you've never come in before, the name is Lucas Niir. At your service, stranger." He greeted the mysterious fellow and turned around to examine his shelves of liquor, looking around for the specified drink. He certainly stocked honey-wine, but only near festival seasons. The folks that walked in to the tavern around these parts usually favored a more "manly" drink."Let's see... Hmmm... Ah, here we are!" Lucas pulled out a bottle of unopened honey-wine, ready to serve. He started to open it immediately with one hand, searching behind him for a bottle with his other. "Well, you're in luck. This is one of my last bottles."
As he poured, he thought about what exactly he could make for his customer. They had a limited menu at the Niirborhood Tavern; usually the chef Lucas has hired made whatever he could make, but because of his great skill in cooking, this was usually not complained about. "Hey, chef!" He called to a door to his right which led to a kitchen. "Think you can cook up a meal for me?" With that, he set the wine glass filled with the golden wine in front of the stranger. "Excuse me, but you're old enough to drink, right?" With a yes, he would let go of the glass for the customer's enjoyment. "So, what's your name, stranger?"</s>
<|message|>Argo of Crosshaven
Argo made his way quickly towards the town center, stopping to talk and converse with a few people along the way. The seer, the seer! She's in the tavern right now! No, no! It was most definitely a girl! Argo didn't wait for any further rumors, instead he sped on to his destination with all due speed. Upon approaching the front of the establishment the shaman waved hello to a couple of local customers. Although he lived on the outskirts of town his profession had made him quite well known and when he did not have the time to compose his own suppers he often came her, to the Niirborhood Tavern to get his fill. Today however he had a different sort of aim and so it was with this enthusiasm that Argo moved through the entryway.
Almost immediately the shaman was capable of picking the sage out. The. . . person, for he could not definitely tell whether it was a man or woman, released a certain aura which seemed to hang about them like rain clouds to mountains. Argo, more in touch with the supernatural than most, could almost visualize this aura and for the first time since he'd heard of the seer he began to have his doubts. Still, if what was said about the seer was true than his caution was heedless.
As he approached Argo caught sight also of the tavern's master, Lucas Niir. Argo was not quite friends with the man though they were assuredly acquaintances. Having been a patron of the tavern for some time Argo was sure Lucas was also privy to his usual favorites in regards to food or drink; that is to say that Argo ate food that was rather plain and preferred some alternative to drinking alcohol whenever it was available. Trying his best to contain himself, the shaman drew up a seat next to the seer, almost at a loss for where to begin. He was sure his hesitance was palpable.</s>
<|message|>Rhys Errol
"The seer, the seer! She's in the tavern right now", Rhys heard from the locals and saw a person run by him. Rhys watched the direction that Argo ran in. "Tarvern?" Rhys hoarsly said attempting to get to his feet. Using all his strength he managed to get up and began to stumble his way the tavern. His head was spinning from lack of food and drink but his willpower was strong and he was determined to get to the there.
After what seemed like an eternity Rhys made it to 'The Niirborhood Tavern' feeling very relived. He stumbled through the doors and managed to make his way up to the counter. Breathing heavily he leant against the counter to steady himself, once he began to breath normally he opened his bag and rummaged around for his money. Looking at it with despair he looked up at the Barkeep who was serving another customer. Rhys looked like a lost child, all he could afford was water and possibly a bit of bread, if he was lucky.
The last village he visited had little work for him to do, so the money he earned did not last him very long, he had hoped the next place he visited would have more opportunities; without money Rhys could not travel.</s>
<|message|>Niana
Shouting caught Niana off guard. Since the Seer had arrived in the town proper there was a commotion stirring. The man she had been observing had even got up out of his sleepy reverie and rushed off towards the tavern. Perhaps it was time the girl made an appearance? Niana wrestled with the thought, a knot growing in the pit of her stomach. Would anyone remember her? Would anyone care? She shook her head and growled at the grass. She had a mission. It was for her family. She had to do it. Clutching the bone knife around her neck for good luck, Niana crouched on all four and creeped towards the town again.
She was close now. Well, closer than she had been. Closer but no less nervous. The feeling was curious to her; years of living in the wilds had made her slightly uninhibited when it came to matters of all sorts. Her clothes were an obvious one, and her emotions were an close second. Niana had all but forgotten what nervousness had felt like, along with a variety of other, more human emotions. She took a deep breath and stepped out of the grass and on to the dirt road. She stood perfectly still, the gentle wind blowing her platinum hair as she stared down the tavern. Finally she began to walk towards it and finally she reached the entrance.
The Niirborhood Tavern. That's what the sign read. Or at least what Niana thought it said. It had been a while since she had done any reading, so she may have been a little rusty. Stroking the bone dagger around her neck one last time for comfort's sake, the feral girl finally entered the tavern as quiet as possible. She was immediately blasted with various pungent smells and loud noises. She winced and tried to slink off into a corner. She was used to the ambiance of the forest, and the cool natural smells of the lush life that lived there. This was almost overpowering. The closeness of the people, the roaring of laughter and chatter and the smell of a load of humans smashed into a small space made Niana want to cry.</s>
<|message|>Unknown
While people knew the Seer was in fact in town, there was still general confusion about exactly who was the Seer as there were more than a few travelers on the road. Of course there were the clever ones, like the somewhat bashful shaman who had just taken a seat beside what he probably thought was someone akin to the man on the proverbial hill for shaman and wizards. It was rather annoying really but the Seer realized that this one had a part to play in the story at hand. The Seer sensed a few more presences that would play a part in the forming tapestry, the threads were there now it was time to string them together and then decide which branching path to take.
"Our name is of little import I am afraid but I can assure you my age is beyond the least needed for a drink that mind." The Seer said, speaking to the barkeeper. "Now this young man here," the Seer nodded in Argo's direction, "is going to pay for my meal, aside from the honey-wine of course, I have foreseen". The Seer was of course lying through the teeth and had not seen if the boy was going to pay for his meal because of his powers, this was simply called fabricating your own future. Still in a way the Seer was allowing Argo to feel more comfortable in talking, since the boy was silent as a dead mouse.
The Seer ignored the person who had just come in to lean on the counter for the moment, a more pressing matter was at hand. The aura the Seer had noticed before on the road was now in the establishment and had a wild side to it, different from the 'wild' side of a drunk patron. It was entirely too easy to follow the source to a rather wild looking young woman who was entirely unused to civilization it seemed, not that one would consider Crosshaven exactly a huge source of civilization. The Seer locked eyes on her and motioned with eyes only, that and a look filled with authority despite the Seer's rather deadpan expression. The Seer had powers of persuasion beyond normal men, though in reality it was but a simple trick of presence that few had mastered, message did not have to be spoken to be understood though the Seer decided to speak anyway.
"Come here child we have business to discuss." A few patrons turned their eyes curiously from the Seer to Niana, unsure of who she was or what was happening. Mostly the Seer just did not want Niana to slink off after getting a whiff of some not so great civilization, it would be better to figure out where this piece fit in the upcoming tapestry.</s>
<|message|>Arman Ryanson
Arman trudged into the town alongside Ryan, heading for the local tavern. There was no better place to sell herbs and spices, and also the best place to ask around for the town healer. "The Niirborhood Tavern. Well they're not from my neighborhood." Ryan joked pushing through the door, followed closely by an eye rolling Arman. Steping inside she gagged. It wasn't like the smell was new to her, but after being on the road for so long, she had grown used to the clean air. But she would adjust, just as she always did. She followed Ryan up to the bar, where he snagged a spare seat, and she stood behind his shoulder, as usual, waiting till he gestured to a seat next to him, leaving a short gap between her and a pair of others a few stools over. When the barkeeper finally got to them Ryan nodded to the man, "Hello sir, can we get a drink? Two ales, please." Arman growled silently and smacked him round the head, "Fine, fine, one ale and, …do you have any milk?" Ryan amended his request. "Also, when you aren't busy, I'm selling herbs and spices, along with a few interesting odds and ends. Would you be interested?"
Arman was listening to every conversation, at least every one she could hear, paying attention, hunting for a story, interesting things like that. When the, was that a boy or girl?, called across the tavern to a wild looking girl skulking near the entrance, she swiveled her head, watching everything she could. Paying as much attention as her tired self could.</s>
| <|message|>Lucas Niir
Lucas stared wide-eyed as customers poured in to his tavern. First, Argo graced the establishment with his presence, a peculiar young man who was studying medicine or something-or-other. Then, more and more came right after: about five other people in total, some from town, one who looked like a traveler, and one- Oh, Hell, what does this girl think she's wearing? For God's sake, she's in a public place!
Running a hand through his dark hair, Lucas began trying to serve each one of his new customers. Firstly, the gender-bent one who asked for honey-wine. The individual claimed that Argo would be paying for the meal, which was a little strange since he just walked in... "Argo!" He yelled across the noisy tavern. "Hey, are you paying for this guy's meal?" Lucas mentally winced as he threw out a gender-specific title, but shook it off, figuring that maybe "guy" would register as unisexual as well.
Lucas then looked towards the traveler, who he hadn't ever seen around town before. He looked a little lost, like a child in a crowded market. In fact, that might have been the truth, come to think of it, that might have been the case. Lucas ignored him for the moment, and two other people entered the bar: two more travelers of whom he hadn't ever seen. Before he got to them, it was time to address the skimpily dressed girl. He started to walk towards her, but stopped as the gender-less customer called out to her. He quickly stopped the individual before he got up. "Uhm, excuse me, you look like you two know each other," he gestured to the female. "Could you tell her to cover herself up a little more properly? This is a tavern, not a brothel." Already he began to see regulars gawking at the girl, and he rolled his eyes.
Next, a couple more travelers he hadn't seen before wandered in to the tavern. They approached the bar and took their seats. They ordered two ales originally, but one smacked the other in the back of the head and changed his order to milk. "Alright, coming right up, you two." He began to fill up a cup of ale and a cup of milk, listening to one give him an interesting offer. Apparently, these two strangers were salesmen, offering herbs and spices to him. "Well, I'd be happy to buy from you two fine gentleman. I should have plenty of money to buy after today," Lucas agreed, gesturing to the crowd. He heard a bell ring to the right of him, and a small plate was sitting on the bar with and small sandwich and a bowl of vegetable soup. Ah, that's for... he picked up the plate and set it down where Mr. Nameless was sitting before she got up. "One meal for the one who ordered it! You didn't give me your name!" He pointed at those sitting around the nameless one's seat. "If you guys touch his meal, you'll lose a finger."</s> |
<|description|>Lucas Niir
Age - 29
Gender - Male
Bio - Lucas comes from a town a little ways down the road from Cross-Haven, where his parents own a locally famous tavern by the name of "Your Friendly Niirborhood Tavern." Their service is fantastic and incredibly quick, with their only being three people employed: Both of Lucas's parents, and a single cook. Their business was their pride and joy, and ever since childhood, Lucas was captured by the devotion his parents showed towards their business, and aspired to run the store some day.
Lucas helped out around the tavern, and eventually was considered to be a fourth employee by everyone. He learned much from his parents, and eventually became skilled enough to open his own tavern in Cross-Haven by the same name. Business there, although a little slower due to the smaller size of the town, was well, and lived up to the reputation of his parents business in the town over. Lately, however, it had come to Lucas's attention that his father had come down with a terrible sickness. Due to this, his normally cheerful and eager-to-please attitude has waned a little bit.
Who is the Seer? - Lucas has heard of him/her, but doesn't believe in The Seer. Upon mention, he usually will laugh and reply with: "Hell, we can all see, can't we? I don't see the big hoopla over it."</s>
<|message|>Niana
Niana could feel eyes on her. She could feel the gaze of many patrons drinking in her immodest visage. She had hoped to blend in, but clearly blending in with a forest and blending in with humans was an entirely different beast altogether. She pressed herself against the far wall, like a cornered cat that was hoping to slip through the wood and out into freedom. No such luck for Niana though. Someone pushed past her and she felt and drunken hand grope her chest. This was degrading. How did people live like this? She felt like she had thrown herself into a cage. Her hand felt her bone knife and she remembered her purpose. The Seer.
As the thought made its way through Niana's mind she heard a voice call out to her from across the tavern. Wha-? The Seer's eyes locked onto Niana's own and she felt oddly calm. Not entirely at ease (she never felt she would be in this place) but her mind was at least calm for the moment. After a moment of deliberation Niana pushed herself off from the wall and slinked through the crowded tavern up until she was finally face to face with the Seer.</s>
<|message|>Argo of Crosshaven
It was not even a full minute after the shaman entered that the tavern picked up its activity by a significant margin. The light grumbling and gentle laughter that had filled the place previously was now replaced with a much louder, more joyous variant. The day was dragging on and more people were coming in, though what really surprised the shaman was the way the occupancy of the tavern seemed to almost double in the span of a couple seconds. Surely this was the work of some otherworldly force, after all, was it not said that where the seer traveled many were drawn close along behind? It was Lucas, the barkeep's, voice the finally broke Argo from his revere, reminding him of other things at hand which required his attention.
"Hey, are you paying for this guy's meal?"
The shaman nodded in the affirmative, still a little slack in the jaw. He watched in silence as the seer went on to converse with a few others before finally lodging his request. "Great seer," The shaman took up a rather reverent tone, as if speaking to someone who was by far his superior, "I am an apprentice in the shamanistic arts, though you probably knew that. I have come seeking advice and training. I wish to know all that you can teach me." When the seer's reply was not immediately forth coming Argo allowed himself to at least take stock of the newer members of the bar, in particularly the crudely dressed woman near the back of the room. He recognized her from his work in the fields and with herbs, often caught glimpses. Still, he'd not really bothered to give her much interest until now. She was so out of place?
Gazing back again at the seer to see if they would grant his request the shaman found again, sadly that it had not spoken. Assumedly it was more interested in its sandwich and honeywine at the moment. Still, it would give Argo a chance to run damage control, especially after Lucas' latest request to 'tell her to cover herself up a little more properly'? Rising, the shaman-in-training made his way over to the scantily-clad female, removing his light poncho which he then offered to her. "It would probably be best to cover yourself, miss."</s>
<|message|>Unknown
The Seer had gotten the wild one's attention and soon they were face to face. Her appearance did not bother the Seer in the slightest but many of the others were quite taken aback by her appearance, even calling her a 'whore'. The Seer now had a few things to juggle: food, those around the Seer, and of course the honey-wine. The Seer kept Niana in that mystical gaze and somehow managed to also procure half a sandwich and a glass of honey-wine. The Seer also had an adoring fan in the next seat who decided to go ahead an offer the girl a poncho for herself. The poor thing looked healthy but she was quite out of sorts in this environment, still, the Seer appreciated the help from the side.
The barkeep was a bit miffed at her appearance but he would have no complaints after what the Seer did next. The Seer took the poncho from the young shaman's hands and instantly put the garment on her. "Alright young one, I have at least an idea as to why you are here. For now do not leave my side until I have heard the story." The Seer commanded quite sternly, getting down to business. "As for you young shaman," The Seer finally acknowledged the young man who wished to learn all the secrets the Seer had, "keep your eyes and ears open. Observe and you may learn something." The Seer then took a quick break to down some food and drink.
"As I am currently dining by all means explain your request in full. By coming to us, you have interwoven your life's thread with several others in this room for a span. Now speak." It was impossible for Niana to back out now, her fate was interwoven with that of the Seer since she entered the Tavern.
Almost as an afterthought the Seer reached inside it's garments and produced the necessary coin for the drink and placed them on the counter.</s>
<|message|>Arman Ryanson
When they received their drinks Ryan placed a couple of coins on the bar.
He called me a gentleman, a gentleman! Arman sniggered silently to Ryan, Oh that's a good one, you're a gentleman, you! That was too funny, them gentlemen? Oh, and she collapsed into silent laughter again, with Ryan gently thwacking her ear, to get her to stop. Pulling herself together, Arman stopped laughing and instead watched the scene further along the bar play out in front of her. Good material for a story if ever there was some. The wild girl, with very little clothes, was interesting for a start, and the person who had called out to her, Arman had long since given up trying to decide on a gender, was certainly quite a piece. The boy who offered the cloak like thing was also worth mentioning. Basically, Arman found the whole situation interesting. She took a swig of her milk, gulping it down. For now she was content to watch. But later, maybe, she might, might, jump in.</s>
<|message|>Fredrick Riel
*Thunk!* splinters were sent flying as the two pieces of wood cluttered to the ground. Hefting the ax onto his shoulder with a small grunt, Fredrick wiped his brow with his other hand, taking a brief moment to scowl through the harsh light at the fields of golden wheat gently swaying in the breeze. He heaved a sigh as the gentle winds washed over him, cooling his body down from the work he was doing behind the homestead.
"Fredrick!? Fredrick my dear boy!" a familiar voice called out.
Samuel Louis the farmer appeared around the side of house, moving quite quickly for a man with a fixed limp, his weathered face was bright red, which Fredrick could only assume wasn't from hard work out in the fields, with the stench of whiskey that hung about him.
"There you are lad. I have some news that may be of interest to ya, do you care to hear it?" He asked with a toothy grin, despite his worn appearance and habit of drinking away his savings, Samuel was a good man and a deceptively robust character.
"I know you have a penchant for gossiping, so I fear I'll hear this news regardless." Fredrick replied jokingly, swinging the ax down into the stump with hearty thump, where he had been cutting this afternoons wood.
The whiskers on Samuel's face seemed to bristle at the notion that his companion cared not for his tale, which he had so selflessly stopped his evening ritual to deliver. "So I suppose ye' don't care that there's a rumor that the legendary seer is in town." He said, trying to hide a grin as he waited for the young lads reception to the news.
Fredrick's face became fixed with a determined look as he immediately moved with a purpose, quickly tossing the two bits of wood into the pile, before rushing over to the back of the wagon where he placed his coat and sword while he worked.
"Forgive me Samuel, I'll need to borrow Killigan if I'm to see if this rumor is true." He said, not actually waiting for confirmation from Sam. The old man blinked in surprise as the lad bustled past him into the stable, before emerging moments later, leading his old grey gelding toward the front of the house.
"N-now, just hold on a second, I-I thin.." He stammered, but was cut short as Fredrick vaulted into the saddle and tossed him a small leather bag.
"That there is for Killigan, I do hope it's enough." He said, as the old farmer, stared bewildered at the golden light glinting from the bag. That had been the sum of his fortune that had survived the journey from his home land, he had hoped to use it to buy passage with some travelling merchants, but those few who did pass through the small town knew nothing of the name he gave them, he now hoped that it would help the old farmer retire for good.
Wild thoughts and stray memories swirled about his head 'The seer, a being that appeared in both his peoples and this lands stories of yore, here, in Crosshaven?'
Fredrick just had to know, spurring his heels into Killigan, he raced off toward town.</s>
<|message|>Niana
Names were being thrown at her as she stood in front of the Seer. "Whore!" one called out, "Put some damn clothes on you tart!" another slurred. Niana turned and hissed. Force of habit. A poncho was offered to her by a man next to the Seer. Niana shook her head but didn't say anything (although it's not like talking would come easily for her, years of solitude and no one to speak with will do that to a person.) As quick as a forest cat the Seer snatched the poncho and draped it over Niana, who squirmed and was obviously discomforted by the sudden covering of her body. The Seer began to speak, he or she commanded quite sternly that Niana not leave his or her side until their appointed strand of interwoven fate was unwound. The feral girl's eyes shifted uneasily to the Shaman biding his time at the side of the Seer.
Suddenly, a command that made her blink in surprise. "Now speak." The Seer had said. The words were there, floating in her head, filed ever since she had first heard of the seer coming along. My family was murdered and I need help finding those responsible is what she wanted to say, but it was like there was a disconnect from her brain to her mouth. She focused herself. Her human voice came out, forming words as a child might, just learning to speak. "F-fam-ily.." She rasped, "Murdered..." It was all she could say. Painful memories flooded back. Ones she had been suppressing for so long. The faces of her family, her sister, her mother, her father all floated in her mind like three hot brands. Angry tears welled up in her eyes, full of emotion, raw like someone who had never learned to cage their inner feelings. Though tears added a gleam to her tanned skin, she did not break eye contact with the Seer.</s>
<|message|>Argo of Crosshaven
"F-fam-ily. . . murdered. . ."
The shaman watched with some measure of interest as the Seer worked its magical power. It was strange. Though this wild-woman and the seer had just met already the power of that mystic seemed to be subduing her. With a simple worded command the dark-skinned woman was brought to the verge of tears, then, at the explanation of their source they fell unreservedly.
The whole scene was more than shocking; had the seer known these things would happen? Why else would it be here? It must has known, through some intuitive power, that the people of Crosshaven had been in need of its guidance. Truly the shaman was left in a state of perpetual awe. But then the realization of the situation hit, the gravity. If what the wild-woman said was true then that might mean there were still such men within the village' confines. Foremost as a healer the shaman had an interest not only in the welfare of the village but also its safety. There was no way of telling how long ago the murders had happened.
Argo longed to speak up, to question the woman, to find out the truth. Instead he remained silent. The way her tears fell, he felt that saying something might only causing further harm.
He would do as the seer had instructed, he would watch and wait, listen and learn. Although he was distressed by the pain of the wild-woman there was really nothing he could do for her, he did not know her or anything about her. No. The best course of action would be to see what the seer did, to follow its advice and pray to the gods for a positive outcome.</s>
| <|message|>Lucas Niir
Lucas scooped up the various coins placed on the counter while scrambling to pour drinks for all who asked. All the while he was carefully watching the bar around him for anyone who was more rowdy than he cared for. For a more or less packed tavern, things seemed alright. Thankfully, the nameless fellow had taken a poncho and threw it over the skimpily dressed woman, people nodding in appreciation around her. One of the two merchants looked like he was trying to hold back laughter while the other looked upon him disprovingly.
As conversations swept through the bar, finally it seemed, Lucas knew why so many people had flocked to the Niirborhood Tavern. Apparently, The Seer had wandered in to town, and more than that, right in to Lucas's own tavern. Lucas himself rolled his eyes at this, thinking that the people of Crosshaven had a little more sense than that. The Seer was a story, that's all it was. No one like that could ever exist.
As Lucas continued to look around the tavern, he noticed the white haired girl was making a fuss, crying and looking very upset. Argo was also not looking very well either. Between them, the nameless fellow stood, emotionless as ever. Lucas frowned slightly and decided to incestigate. He shuffled down the bar, serving drinks as he went. "Excuse me, Argo!" He leaned over the bar and called over the other noisy voices to the only person he really knew in the group. "Everything alright over there?"</s> |
<|description|>Lucas Niir
Age - 29
Gender - Male
Bio - Lucas comes from a town a little ways down the road from Cross-Haven, where his parents own a locally famous tavern by the name of "Your Friendly Niirborhood Tavern." Their service is fantastic and incredibly quick, with their only being three people employed: Both of Lucas's parents, and a single cook. Their business was their pride and joy, and ever since childhood, Lucas was captured by the devotion his parents showed towards their business, and aspired to run the store some day.
Lucas helped out around the tavern, and eventually was considered to be a fourth employee by everyone. He learned much from his parents, and eventually became skilled enough to open his own tavern in Cross-Haven by the same name. Business there, although a little slower due to the smaller size of the town, was well, and lived up to the reputation of his parents business in the town over. Lately, however, it had come to Lucas's attention that his father had come down with a terrible sickness. Due to this, his normally cheerful and eager-to-please attitude has waned a little bit.
Who is the Seer? - Lucas has heard of him/her, but doesn't believe in The Seer. Upon mention, he usually will laugh and reply with: "Hell, we can all see, can't we? I don't see the big hoopla over it."</s>
<|message|>Unknown
The Seer appeared...disappointed as the mystic looked into the girl's eyes. Having gleaned all the information that was necessary from her eyes the Seer turned from her to focus on finishing eating and drinking. "Revenge is it...not a motive we have any high regard for, all that breeds is hatred and malice." The Seer took another large drink of the honey-wine and smacked its lips a few times in contentment. "Despite these misgivings, fate has dictated this meeting and we shall see this through." The Seer reached into its cloak and brought forth a spool of white thread and unraveled a strand about a yard in length and cut it off with a fingernail of all things.
"Thread of Fate
Reveal the path to take
Connect the strands
Reveal the plan
Decide our fates
Before time dictates"
The Seer repeated this chant as fingers danced across the thread, leaving behind bows, loops, and knots as they went on. Soon the long strand was now looking quite irratic and utterly random. By the end there were three distinct segments that could be seen, one had more knots than anything else, the second had several bows and frayed edges, the third had a single loop and the just ended abruptly, the end torn off and broken. The Seer stared at the separate segments with a thoughtful expression, then handed it over to the young shaman. "So which of these three paths would you take?" The Seer asked and continued to finish the meal which was almost gone at this point.</s>
<|message|>Argo of Crosshaven
Taking the spool reverently from the Seer, Argo did his best to try and discern the differences between the three threads. He'd had some practice in the arts of scrying, though his ineptitude in such matters was plain before him now. To him the spools seemed to represent different paths, each one twisting and entwining itself to the others, each contributing towards a common, if confused, mass. "Forgive me Seer, but I can draw nothing of importance from it. These strands seem to represent the lives of various people, though how they interact and what will become of them I cannot say." In a way, Argo felt that he was already failing. Something as simple as this first task had clearly shown his training to be not up to the task at hand. Still, he couldn't let that deter him from future venture.
Twisting over the massed threads in his hands, Argo's eyes once again turned to the fellow mystic, offering a question. "If the Seer does not mind, I would like to know what they think of it?" The shaman's hands offered the twisted web of threads back, fingers guiding the clump back onto the table before the Seer. Perhaps if he knew something of the Seer's methods it would be easier to determine the proper way to answer the problem.</s>
<|message|>Niana
As the Seer decried her dreams revenge out loud, Niana felt a wave of defeat wash over her. Her shoulders slumped. If she had cat ears they would have drooped. A fresh tide of tears came out and made their way down her already wet cheeks. Her family would never rest in peace it seemed. Their souls would be doomed to wander restlessly, justice eluding them. The feral girl wanted to storm out of the stupid human building and go running off into the wild, where she truly belonged; but for some reason she remained in front of the Seer who was doing some magic with a string. Not that Niana could understand any of it. She looked at the man next to the Seer. He smelled of herbs and spices. Some sort of shaman perhaps? It didn't matter. Niana grasped her knife around her neck with both hands and shut her eyes, trying to stem the tide of tears.</s>
<|message|>Fredrick Riel
A cloud of dust began to settle over the cobbled path as Fredrick came to a halt outside the stables, the groom whom was a young boy by the looks of things, stared dejectedly off into space.
"Boy. See to it that my horse is stabled and fed." He commanded, dismounting from his horse fluidly, handing the boy the reigns and a couple of coppers, before quickly pushing passed him to get to the tavern entrance. The young fellow sneered at his back, and spat on floor, somewhat disgruntled from being awoken from his daydream, but Fredrick paid him no mind.
He had quickly heard talk of the seers location, and so had half of the town supposedly from the din of noise that was coming from within, carefully he opened the doorway and pushed his way through a group of people that had amassed around one of the tables. Many eyed the sword on his hip suspiciously, others went so far as to challenge him with disapproving stares, it wasn't common for a man to walk around armed in a small town like this, and had this been some other day he might of even taught a few of them some lessons in respect, but no, his mind was focused solely on the seer. And if it isn't the seer? The question skittered across his thoughts. Perhaps just some pretender? Another one suggested, color rose up his neck at the remembrance of his haste, a flaw that his master had once said would be the death of him. Pausing for a second behind the last wall of onlookers, he pushed forward, quickly taking in the scene before him.
An odd girl, scantily dressed, beside the poncho she wore, stood before the table. Her eyes tightly shut, perhaps hiding from the looks she was earning from some of the patrons, looks that were far more threatening than any his sword had received. Her odd dress style at least drew eyes away from his own. The young town shaman was contemplating pieces of thread in front of a stranger, confusion painted across his face, as he offered them back. So this was the supposed seer, doesn't look like much. He wondered, crossing his arms across his chest, he decided to watch and contemplate his next move. Oh wouldn't you be proud Master. Here I am finally exerting patience and careful thought. He thought bitterly as he waited for the supposed seers reaction, doubt held reservation in his mind and he was beginning to regret having acted on a rumor.</s>
<|message|>Unknown
The Seer stared blankly at Argo for a moment, then suppressed a small chuckle. "Well you're honest I'll give you that." The Seer picked up the mess of thread and waved it around for a moment. "You know what these mean?" The Seer pointed at several different locations seemingly at random. "Absolutely nothing! We literally just made up that bunch of hogwash to see if you had an ounce of brains in ya! If you had tried to figure out some deeper meaning from this batch of worthlessness we would have booted you out for being a fraud. Still, you did at least guess at the meaning we were trying to convey." The seer then unraveled the thread on a whim, somehow managed to get rid of all the loops, knots, and even frayed edges making the thread completely whole again, back on the spool in the Seer's cloak.
"As for you girl, stop being on the verge of tears!" The Seer turned back to Niana with great purpose, as her eyes had been closed that allowed the Seer to lightly pinch the young woman's cheeks between it's thumbs and forefingers and gave her face a quick stretch and suddenly had hands to the side as if nothing had happened. "Just because we do not personally approve does not mean I won't help. In any event they should be brought to justice, in that fact you will find no argument from us; however we do have more pressing matters that may take my attention from the task of tracking them down. Also be thankful that your thread of fate just so happens to coincide with one we need to follow." The Seer then glared at one of the newest onlookers who happened to be Fredrick.
"That look of careful examination does not suit you." Then the Seer made a parting motion to the crowd. "Make way, we already have what we came here for." He/She was going to take a step toward the exit and into the crowd when the Seer turned around to make sure the food and drink had been finished. Seeing that it had all been devoured and paid for, the Seer said "our compliments for the food and honey-wine", took Niana by the wrist in a firm but gentle grip, then promptly stepped into the crowd. It was a curious thing that happened next, those in front of the Seer just felt the need to step out of the way as soon as the Seer was near them. A few tried to resist but did not try hard enough and before the Seer could plow into any of them they stepped out of the way. It was kind of like seeing a magnet that repels metal being pushed through sand. Those who nearby felt like the Seer should just not be touched, those that tried to touch Niana as they passed suddenly felt as if an icicle was pressed against their spine and that shock and sudden fear made sure she was safe.
"If you are coming then come," the Seer directed this to Argo and Frederick, not through sight but a sort of voice projection. "Otherwise go back to your ales and beers. We are quite busy." Before two more shakes of a stick they had already made their way out the door and into the street.</s>
<|message|>Lilliannah Corrine Dancroft
Lilliannah stopped a moment. She had been traveling for three straight days without rest, and it started to wear on her. She pulled back her hood just enough so the breeze could make its way past her forehead. Wiping the sweat from her brow, she took a deep breath. "Finally, I'm here", she muttered softly.
Despite the hot sun beating down on her, she was covered from head to toe. Her dark brown tunic seemed to be made of a fine cotton cloth, sturdy leather padding on her elbows and shoulders. Heavy, black leather bracers covered her forearms up to her elbows. Plain, dark brown cloth pants are held up by a black leather belt, matching her bracers, and lined with a few pouches and other oddities. Brown leather boots, a shade or two lighter than the rest of her clothing, reached just past her knees, straps and buckles folding the leather over on the outside, secured them in place. Fixing her hood to cover more of her face, she continued towards the town.
It was late afternoon. The sun would set soon, perhaps an hour or so, casting shades of orange and red over the fields. It was her favorite time of day, for a few reasons. She would make it in just in time for supper. Food and a comfortable bed would make for a nice way to end this long and tiring journey. Crosshaven, it was called. Quaint and quiet so far. Farmers looked to be finishing up their daily chores in the fields as she passed. Families filing into their houses for dinner.
Stopping near some gossiping street loiterers, she asked where the nearest tavern was. "The Niirborhood Tavern", they replied happily enough, "just a little ways more up the road, you won't miss it". They quickly returned to their gossiping, which Lilli heard a bit of before she turned to continue in the direction of the tavern. Talk about the 'seer' made her snicker. "It's all just a bunch of hocus pocus", she muttered again, low enough that the loiterers wouldn't hear, I'm sure just another fraud, or perhaps even nothing at all. Though as she neared the tavern, goose bumps ran down her arm, a chill up her spine, her stomach turned. She pulled her hood just a bit farther over her eyes. She stopped a few yards before the door and took a deep breath. I'm being silly she thought to herself. Her intention was to continue into the tavern, get some food, a hard drink to settle her stomach and a good nights rest finally.</s>
<|message|>Arman Ryanson
Arman knew what she was doing was wrong, but that didn't mean she was going to stop. She had been an interested watcher of the episode in the tavern, since Ray wouldn't need her till this evening, so she had decided to follow along behind. A good story to be gained? She was so there.
Ray had once said she thought way too much about stories; her every waking thought, when not about food, was stories. Sure, she was probably being just a little over-focused on the one subject, but that was how she worked. No way around it. When the genderless 'kid', whom the other boy had called "Seer", had started heading out holding the girl she lept off her stool and scuttled out the door ahead of the small party. Striding away from the tavern she tried to look confident, like she was doing nothing wrong. She slipped into a small alley across the street from the tavern, waiting to see where the others went. Hoping she wasn't being stupid, was this crazy? yes probably. Should she be doing it? No probably not. But none of that was going to stop her. This was the most exiting thing that had happened for a long time there was no way she was missing out.</s>
| <|message|>Lucas Niir
Lucas sighed as Argo ignored him, watching the nameless one leave with Near-Nudey Judy in tow. The one pulling the wild girl offered for anyone else to follow them, and although he felt a gravity of interest towards the curious personality, the tavern was packed, and somebody had to run it. A new woman entered as the two were leaving. This girl was dressed head to toe in a dark tunic, pulling a hood over her head as she entered. Lucas managed to get a look at her face before it came in: She had beautiful red hair and bright blue eyes.
Those same eyes seemed to be cast in Lucas's direction. He smiled at the new woman and motioned her over to the bar for a drink. As he did, he smoothly swept up coin left on the counter, replacing some with various drinks, poured and mixed at a brisk pace. As he served his eager customers, he caught sight of one of the salesmen getting up to leave. Lucas quickly made his way to the other one to inquire. "Your colleague's seems interested in that fellow, huh?" He asked. Before he waited for an answer, he shot down the topic and decided to talk about business. There was a short gap of time for him to talk, most of the tavern-goers plate's and glass's filled. "So, you two are spice salesmen, hm? What have you got in stock, my good man?"</s> |
<|description|>Arman Ryanson
Age: 16
Gender: Female, but looks male.
Bio: Arman grew up traveling, village to village, never settling anywhere. She was the story keeper for her troupe, telling stories for her keep. They are currently stopping by in Crosshaven for a little while, before they plan to move on. Arman hides the fact that she is a girl. When she was little she was picked up from the roadside and has been with the travelers since then.
Who is the Seer?: Another traveler, someone, she respects if 'he' exists. She has heard of 'him' in legends and one of the first stories she read was a piece of poetry about 'him'. She would also like, if possible to be the one to record the seer's story, and tell it to others. (But for that matter she quite likes telling anyone's stories, if they will let her.)</s>
<|message|>Arman Ryanson
Arman groaned, slumping down on the seat at the front of the wagon. Rubbing her eyes, trying to clear away the bleary, fuzzy, vision. Silently she mouthed something, probably a rude word, but no sound came out. It really wasn't fair that she had to lose her voice NOW, when they were finally at a village after traveling on the roads for so long. Sighing she flipped open her latest book of legends, that she had bargained for a few villages back. The price had been steep, and she was wary, it was probably just another book full of common fairytales. But her life was these stories and so, even knowing she was probably being conned, she had traded out three rabbits, a pigeon, and a handful of coins. The rabbits she had caught herself, and Ryan had 'lent' her the pigeon so he would be expecting something back. He was her 'father figure', the man who had picked her up all those years ago, and she had taken his name, as was costmary in some regions, Ryanson, or Ryan's son, even though she was neither his son nor a boy. Ryan himself was driving the wagon, whistling cheerfully, to a tune in his head. Frowning Arman droned the sound out, burying her worries about her voice, and started reading from her book.
Have You Heard?
Have You Heard?
The Seer is here!
The Seer is here!
The Seer brings Miracles!
The Seer brings Death!
Arman sighed, this poem again. There wasn't anything wrong with the poem, actually she loved it, more than most of her stories, but as with most things, too much of something leads you to never want to encounter it again. This had been the first proper thing she had read, back when she was learning to read, piecing together the hastily scrawled words on their scrumpled piece of paper. When she had finally managed to read it, to read it all, she would then spend some time every day re-reading it, proving to herself that she could, that it wasn't a dream. Speaking of dreams; Arman jolted awake, wincing at the sore spot where Ryan had dug in his elbow. She mouthed a curse at him, but still found she couldn't talk. Glancing ahead she found they were at the edge of the town. Ryan stopped the horse, and Arman could hear the creak as the two other wagons behind them pulled to a halt as well. "Meet you back here, this evening, yeah?" Ryan bellowed at the other four as he hopped down from the wagon, grinning back up at Arman. "Shall we go conduct business, and see if there's someone who can help with your voice?"</s>
<|message|>Lucas Niir
Lucas looked up from his audience and smiled at the young... Oh boy, I'm in for it now,Lucas thought to himself as he couldn't exactly guess what sex this newcomer was. She -or he- had long, black hair tied up in a neat ponytail, and at first sight the, this would make any sane person believe that this fellow could be a woman. But her face was so rigid and sure, unsmiling and straight that this patron could have been a man. And of course, men without ponytails weren't totally unheard of. Why, just the other day, Lucas had a man cone in who was under an occupation of a foreign name. He said he was a sam-ooh-something... Or maybe a rai-ooh-something? Oh, to Hell with it, Lucas thought.
After a fee seconds of searching for a unisexual pronoun for his customer, and a short second of hesitation, Lucas Niir smiled and nodded. "I don't think I've had anyone ask for honey-wine in quite some time, stranger. I'll see if I have any in stock, though. And just in case you've never come in before, the name is Lucas Niir. At your service, stranger." He greeted the mysterious fellow and turned around to examine his shelves of liquor, looking around for the specified drink. He certainly stocked honey-wine, but only near festival seasons. The folks that walked in to the tavern around these parts usually favored a more "manly" drink."Let's see... Hmmm... Ah, here we are!" Lucas pulled out a bottle of unopened honey-wine, ready to serve. He started to open it immediately with one hand, searching behind him for a bottle with his other. "Well, you're in luck. This is one of my last bottles."
As he poured, he thought about what exactly he could make for his customer. They had a limited menu at the Niirborhood Tavern; usually the chef Lucas has hired made whatever he could make, but because of his great skill in cooking, this was usually not complained about. "Hey, chef!" He called to a door to his right which led to a kitchen. "Think you can cook up a meal for me?" With that, he set the wine glass filled with the golden wine in front of the stranger. "Excuse me, but you're old enough to drink, right?" With a yes, he would let go of the glass for the customer's enjoyment. "So, what's your name, stranger?"</s>
<|message|>Argo of Crosshaven
Argo made his way quickly towards the town center, stopping to talk and converse with a few people along the way. The seer, the seer! She's in the tavern right now! No, no! It was most definitely a girl! Argo didn't wait for any further rumors, instead he sped on to his destination with all due speed. Upon approaching the front of the establishment the shaman waved hello to a couple of local customers. Although he lived on the outskirts of town his profession had made him quite well known and when he did not have the time to compose his own suppers he often came her, to the Niirborhood Tavern to get his fill. Today however he had a different sort of aim and so it was with this enthusiasm that Argo moved through the entryway.
Almost immediately the shaman was capable of picking the sage out. The. . . person, for he could not definitely tell whether it was a man or woman, released a certain aura which seemed to hang about them like rain clouds to mountains. Argo, more in touch with the supernatural than most, could almost visualize this aura and for the first time since he'd heard of the seer he began to have his doubts. Still, if what was said about the seer was true than his caution was heedless.
As he approached Argo caught sight also of the tavern's master, Lucas Niir. Argo was not quite friends with the man though they were assuredly acquaintances. Having been a patron of the tavern for some time Argo was sure Lucas was also privy to his usual favorites in regards to food or drink; that is to say that Argo ate food that was rather plain and preferred some alternative to drinking alcohol whenever it was available. Trying his best to contain himself, the shaman drew up a seat next to the seer, almost at a loss for where to begin. He was sure his hesitance was palpable.</s>
<|message|>Rhys Errol
"The seer, the seer! She's in the tavern right now", Rhys heard from the locals and saw a person run by him. Rhys watched the direction that Argo ran in. "Tarvern?" Rhys hoarsly said attempting to get to his feet. Using all his strength he managed to get up and began to stumble his way the tavern. His head was spinning from lack of food and drink but his willpower was strong and he was determined to get to the there.
After what seemed like an eternity Rhys made it to 'The Niirborhood Tavern' feeling very relived. He stumbled through the doors and managed to make his way up to the counter. Breathing heavily he leant against the counter to steady himself, once he began to breath normally he opened his bag and rummaged around for his money. Looking at it with despair he looked up at the Barkeep who was serving another customer. Rhys looked like a lost child, all he could afford was water and possibly a bit of bread, if he was lucky.
The last village he visited had little work for him to do, so the money he earned did not last him very long, he had hoped the next place he visited would have more opportunities; without money Rhys could not travel.</s>
<|message|>Niana
Shouting caught Niana off guard. Since the Seer had arrived in the town proper there was a commotion stirring. The man she had been observing had even got up out of his sleepy reverie and rushed off towards the tavern. Perhaps it was time the girl made an appearance? Niana wrestled with the thought, a knot growing in the pit of her stomach. Would anyone remember her? Would anyone care? She shook her head and growled at the grass. She had a mission. It was for her family. She had to do it. Clutching the bone knife around her neck for good luck, Niana crouched on all four and creeped towards the town again.
She was close now. Well, closer than she had been. Closer but no less nervous. The feeling was curious to her; years of living in the wilds had made her slightly uninhibited when it came to matters of all sorts. Her clothes were an obvious one, and her emotions were an close second. Niana had all but forgotten what nervousness had felt like, along with a variety of other, more human emotions. She took a deep breath and stepped out of the grass and on to the dirt road. She stood perfectly still, the gentle wind blowing her platinum hair as she stared down the tavern. Finally she began to walk towards it and finally she reached the entrance.
The Niirborhood Tavern. That's what the sign read. Or at least what Niana thought it said. It had been a while since she had done any reading, so she may have been a little rusty. Stroking the bone dagger around her neck one last time for comfort's sake, the feral girl finally entered the tavern as quiet as possible. She was immediately blasted with various pungent smells and loud noises. She winced and tried to slink off into a corner. She was used to the ambiance of the forest, and the cool natural smells of the lush life that lived there. This was almost overpowering. The closeness of the people, the roaring of laughter and chatter and the smell of a load of humans smashed into a small space made Niana want to cry.</s>
<|message|>Unknown
While people knew the Seer was in fact in town, there was still general confusion about exactly who was the Seer as there were more than a few travelers on the road. Of course there were the clever ones, like the somewhat bashful shaman who had just taken a seat beside what he probably thought was someone akin to the man on the proverbial hill for shaman and wizards. It was rather annoying really but the Seer realized that this one had a part to play in the story at hand. The Seer sensed a few more presences that would play a part in the forming tapestry, the threads were there now it was time to string them together and then decide which branching path to take.
"Our name is of little import I am afraid but I can assure you my age is beyond the least needed for a drink that mind." The Seer said, speaking to the barkeeper. "Now this young man here," the Seer nodded in Argo's direction, "is going to pay for my meal, aside from the honey-wine of course, I have foreseen". The Seer was of course lying through the teeth and had not seen if the boy was going to pay for his meal because of his powers, this was simply called fabricating your own future. Still in a way the Seer was allowing Argo to feel more comfortable in talking, since the boy was silent as a dead mouse.
The Seer ignored the person who had just come in to lean on the counter for the moment, a more pressing matter was at hand. The aura the Seer had noticed before on the road was now in the establishment and had a wild side to it, different from the 'wild' side of a drunk patron. It was entirely too easy to follow the source to a rather wild looking young woman who was entirely unused to civilization it seemed, not that one would consider Crosshaven exactly a huge source of civilization. The Seer locked eyes on her and motioned with eyes only, that and a look filled with authority despite the Seer's rather deadpan expression. The Seer had powers of persuasion beyond normal men, though in reality it was but a simple trick of presence that few had mastered, message did not have to be spoken to be understood though the Seer decided to speak anyway.
"Come here child we have business to discuss." A few patrons turned their eyes curiously from the Seer to Niana, unsure of who she was or what was happening. Mostly the Seer just did not want Niana to slink off after getting a whiff of some not so great civilization, it would be better to figure out where this piece fit in the upcoming tapestry.</s>
| <|message|>Arman Ryanson
Arman trudged into the town alongside Ryan, heading for the local tavern. There was no better place to sell herbs and spices, and also the best place to ask around for the town healer. "The Niirborhood Tavern. Well they're not from my neighborhood." Ryan joked pushing through the door, followed closely by an eye rolling Arman. Steping inside she gagged. It wasn't like the smell was new to her, but after being on the road for so long, she had grown used to the clean air. But she would adjust, just as she always did. She followed Ryan up to the bar, where he snagged a spare seat, and she stood behind his shoulder, as usual, waiting till he gestured to a seat next to him, leaving a short gap between her and a pair of others a few stools over. When the barkeeper finally got to them Ryan nodded to the man, "Hello sir, can we get a drink? Two ales, please." Arman growled silently and smacked him round the head, "Fine, fine, one ale and, …do you have any milk?" Ryan amended his request. "Also, when you aren't busy, I'm selling herbs and spices, along with a few interesting odds and ends. Would you be interested?"
Arman was listening to every conversation, at least every one she could hear, paying attention, hunting for a story, interesting things like that. When the, was that a boy or girl?, called across the tavern to a wild looking girl skulking near the entrance, she swiveled her head, watching everything she could. Paying as much attention as her tired self could.</s> |
<|description|>Arman Ryanson
Age: 16
Gender: Female, but looks male.
Bio: Arman grew up traveling, village to village, never settling anywhere. She was the story keeper for her troupe, telling stories for her keep. They are currently stopping by in Crosshaven for a little while, before they plan to move on. Arman hides the fact that she is a girl. When she was little she was picked up from the roadside and has been with the travelers since then.
Who is the Seer?: Another traveler, someone, she respects if 'he' exists. She has heard of 'him' in legends and one of the first stories she read was a piece of poetry about 'him'. She would also like, if possible to be the one to record the seer's story, and tell it to others. (But for that matter she quite likes telling anyone's stories, if they will let her.)</s>
<|message|>Unknown
While people knew the Seer was in fact in town, there was still general confusion about exactly who was the Seer as there were more than a few travelers on the road. Of course there were the clever ones, like the somewhat bashful shaman who had just taken a seat beside what he probably thought was someone akin to the man on the proverbial hill for shaman and wizards. It was rather annoying really but the Seer realized that this one had a part to play in the story at hand. The Seer sensed a few more presences that would play a part in the forming tapestry, the threads were there now it was time to string them together and then decide which branching path to take.
"Our name is of little import I am afraid but I can assure you my age is beyond the least needed for a drink that mind." The Seer said, speaking to the barkeeper. "Now this young man here," the Seer nodded in Argo's direction, "is going to pay for my meal, aside from the honey-wine of course, I have foreseen". The Seer was of course lying through the teeth and had not seen if the boy was going to pay for his meal because of his powers, this was simply called fabricating your own future. Still in a way the Seer was allowing Argo to feel more comfortable in talking, since the boy was silent as a dead mouse.
The Seer ignored the person who had just come in to lean on the counter for the moment, a more pressing matter was at hand. The aura the Seer had noticed before on the road was now in the establishment and had a wild side to it, different from the 'wild' side of a drunk patron. It was entirely too easy to follow the source to a rather wild looking young woman who was entirely unused to civilization it seemed, not that one would consider Crosshaven exactly a huge source of civilization. The Seer locked eyes on her and motioned with eyes only, that and a look filled with authority despite the Seer's rather deadpan expression. The Seer had powers of persuasion beyond normal men, though in reality it was but a simple trick of presence that few had mastered, message did not have to be spoken to be understood though the Seer decided to speak anyway.
"Come here child we have business to discuss." A few patrons turned their eyes curiously from the Seer to Niana, unsure of who she was or what was happening. Mostly the Seer just did not want Niana to slink off after getting a whiff of some not so great civilization, it would be better to figure out where this piece fit in the upcoming tapestry.</s>
<|message|>Arman Ryanson
Arman trudged into the town alongside Ryan, heading for the local tavern. There was no better place to sell herbs and spices, and also the best place to ask around for the town healer. "The Niirborhood Tavern. Well they're not from my neighborhood." Ryan joked pushing through the door, followed closely by an eye rolling Arman. Steping inside she gagged. It wasn't like the smell was new to her, but after being on the road for so long, she had grown used to the clean air. But she would adjust, just as she always did. She followed Ryan up to the bar, where he snagged a spare seat, and she stood behind his shoulder, as usual, waiting till he gestured to a seat next to him, leaving a short gap between her and a pair of others a few stools over. When the barkeeper finally got to them Ryan nodded to the man, "Hello sir, can we get a drink? Two ales, please." Arman growled silently and smacked him round the head, "Fine, fine, one ale and, …do you have any milk?" Ryan amended his request. "Also, when you aren't busy, I'm selling herbs and spices, along with a few interesting odds and ends. Would you be interested?"
Arman was listening to every conversation, at least every one she could hear, paying attention, hunting for a story, interesting things like that. When the, was that a boy or girl?, called across the tavern to a wild looking girl skulking near the entrance, she swiveled her head, watching everything she could. Paying as much attention as her tired self could.</s>
<|message|>Lucas Niir
Lucas stared wide-eyed as customers poured in to his tavern. First, Argo graced the establishment with his presence, a peculiar young man who was studying medicine or something-or-other. Then, more and more came right after: about five other people in total, some from town, one who looked like a traveler, and one- Oh, Hell, what does this girl think she's wearing? For God's sake, she's in a public place!
Running a hand through his dark hair, Lucas began trying to serve each one of his new customers. Firstly, the gender-bent one who asked for honey-wine. The individual claimed that Argo would be paying for the meal, which was a little strange since he just walked in... "Argo!" He yelled across the noisy tavern. "Hey, are you paying for this guy's meal?" Lucas mentally winced as he threw out a gender-specific title, but shook it off, figuring that maybe "guy" would register as unisexual as well.
Lucas then looked towards the traveler, who he hadn't ever seen around town before. He looked a little lost, like a child in a crowded market. In fact, that might have been the truth, come to think of it, that might have been the case. Lucas ignored him for the moment, and two other people entered the bar: two more travelers of whom he hadn't ever seen. Before he got to them, it was time to address the skimpily dressed girl. He started to walk towards her, but stopped as the gender-less customer called out to her. He quickly stopped the individual before he got up. "Uhm, excuse me, you look like you two know each other," he gestured to the female. "Could you tell her to cover herself up a little more properly? This is a tavern, not a brothel." Already he began to see regulars gawking at the girl, and he rolled his eyes.
Next, a couple more travelers he hadn't seen before wandered in to the tavern. They approached the bar and took their seats. They ordered two ales originally, but one smacked the other in the back of the head and changed his order to milk. "Alright, coming right up, you two." He began to fill up a cup of ale and a cup of milk, listening to one give him an interesting offer. Apparently, these two strangers were salesmen, offering herbs and spices to him. "Well, I'd be happy to buy from you two fine gentleman. I should have plenty of money to buy after today," Lucas agreed, gesturing to the crowd. He heard a bell ring to the right of him, and a small plate was sitting on the bar with and small sandwich and a bowl of vegetable soup. Ah, that's for... he picked up the plate and set it down where Mr. Nameless was sitting before she got up. "One meal for the one who ordered it! You didn't give me your name!" He pointed at those sitting around the nameless one's seat. "If you guys touch his meal, you'll lose a finger."</s>
<|message|>Niana
Niana could feel eyes on her. She could feel the gaze of many patrons drinking in her immodest visage. She had hoped to blend in, but clearly blending in with a forest and blending in with humans was an entirely different beast altogether. She pressed herself against the far wall, like a cornered cat that was hoping to slip through the wood and out into freedom. No such luck for Niana though. Someone pushed past her and she felt and drunken hand grope her chest. This was degrading. How did people live like this? She felt like she had thrown herself into a cage. Her hand felt her bone knife and she remembered her purpose. The Seer.
As the thought made its way through Niana's mind she heard a voice call out to her from across the tavern. Wha-? The Seer's eyes locked onto Niana's own and she felt oddly calm. Not entirely at ease (she never felt she would be in this place) but her mind was at least calm for the moment. After a moment of deliberation Niana pushed herself off from the wall and slinked through the crowded tavern up until she was finally face to face with the Seer.</s>
<|message|>Argo of Crosshaven
It was not even a full minute after the shaman entered that the tavern picked up its activity by a significant margin. The light grumbling and gentle laughter that had filled the place previously was now replaced with a much louder, more joyous variant. The day was dragging on and more people were coming in, though what really surprised the shaman was the way the occupancy of the tavern seemed to almost double in the span of a couple seconds. Surely this was the work of some otherworldly force, after all, was it not said that where the seer traveled many were drawn close along behind? It was Lucas, the barkeep's, voice the finally broke Argo from his revere, reminding him of other things at hand which required his attention.
"Hey, are you paying for this guy's meal?"
The shaman nodded in the affirmative, still a little slack in the jaw. He watched in silence as the seer went on to converse with a few others before finally lodging his request. "Great seer," The shaman took up a rather reverent tone, as if speaking to someone who was by far his superior, "I am an apprentice in the shamanistic arts, though you probably knew that. I have come seeking advice and training. I wish to know all that you can teach me." When the seer's reply was not immediately forth coming Argo allowed himself to at least take stock of the newer members of the bar, in particularly the crudely dressed woman near the back of the room. He recognized her from his work in the fields and with herbs, often caught glimpses. Still, he'd not really bothered to give her much interest until now. She was so out of place?
Gazing back again at the seer to see if they would grant his request the shaman found again, sadly that it had not spoken. Assumedly it was more interested in its sandwich and honeywine at the moment. Still, it would give Argo a chance to run damage control, especially after Lucas' latest request to 'tell her to cover herself up a little more properly'? Rising, the shaman-in-training made his way over to the scantily-clad female, removing his light poncho which he then offered to her. "It would probably be best to cover yourself, miss."</s>
<|message|>Unknown
The Seer had gotten the wild one's attention and soon they were face to face. Her appearance did not bother the Seer in the slightest but many of the others were quite taken aback by her appearance, even calling her a 'whore'. The Seer now had a few things to juggle: food, those around the Seer, and of course the honey-wine. The Seer kept Niana in that mystical gaze and somehow managed to also procure half a sandwich and a glass of honey-wine. The Seer also had an adoring fan in the next seat who decided to go ahead an offer the girl a poncho for herself. The poor thing looked healthy but she was quite out of sorts in this environment, still, the Seer appreciated the help from the side.
The barkeep was a bit miffed at her appearance but he would have no complaints after what the Seer did next. The Seer took the poncho from the young shaman's hands and instantly put the garment on her. "Alright young one, I have at least an idea as to why you are here. For now do not leave my side until I have heard the story." The Seer commanded quite sternly, getting down to business. "As for you young shaman," The Seer finally acknowledged the young man who wished to learn all the secrets the Seer had, "keep your eyes and ears open. Observe and you may learn something." The Seer then took a quick break to down some food and drink.
"As I am currently dining by all means explain your request in full. By coming to us, you have interwoven your life's thread with several others in this room for a span. Now speak." It was impossible for Niana to back out now, her fate was interwoven with that of the Seer since she entered the Tavern.
Almost as an afterthought the Seer reached inside it's garments and produced the necessary coin for the drink and placed them on the counter.</s>
| <|message|>Arman Ryanson
When they received their drinks Ryan placed a couple of coins on the bar.
He called me a gentleman, a gentleman! Arman sniggered silently to Ryan, Oh that's a good one, you're a gentleman, you! That was too funny, them gentlemen? Oh, and she collapsed into silent laughter again, with Ryan gently thwacking her ear, to get her to stop. Pulling herself together, Arman stopped laughing and instead watched the scene further along the bar play out in front of her. Good material for a story if ever there was some. The wild girl, with very little clothes, was interesting for a start, and the person who had called out to her, Arman had long since given up trying to decide on a gender, was certainly quite a piece. The boy who offered the cloak like thing was also worth mentioning. Basically, Arman found the whole situation interesting. She took a swig of her milk, gulping it down. For now she was content to watch. But later, maybe, she might, might, jump in.</s> |
<|description|>Arman Ryanson
Age: 16
Gender: Female, but looks male.
Bio: Arman grew up traveling, village to village, never settling anywhere. She was the story keeper for her troupe, telling stories for her keep. They are currently stopping by in Crosshaven for a little while, before they plan to move on. Arman hides the fact that she is a girl. When she was little she was picked up from the roadside and has been with the travelers since then.
Who is the Seer?: Another traveler, someone, she respects if 'he' exists. She has heard of 'him' in legends and one of the first stories she read was a piece of poetry about 'him'. She would also like, if possible to be the one to record the seer's story, and tell it to others. (But for that matter she quite likes telling anyone's stories, if they will let her.)</s>
<|message|>Rhys Errol
Rhys looked to the bar seat beside him and slowly pulled himself up to sit on it. He watched the barkeep attempting to catch his eye but to no avail. He was tired and very hungry but he had to keep writing in case he missed something important. Pulling out the same sheet of paper from earlier he continued to write.
'Made it to the village of CrossHaven and found a tavern which many people seemed to rush to. There may be something big going on here. Could I be in the middle of something wonderful? Trying to order some food and drink and then will attempt to find lodgings. There are many strange people here, all of them are so different and I hope to make more new friends, if I make it...just a jest...or not'
Rhys chuckled to himself, he knew no one else would read these entries so he made funny jokes to himself for when he would read them back later in life. Rhys began to think, what would he do with all these entries, he had over 700 entries each as meaningless as the last. They were everyday things where nothing exciting happened, sure it was fun to write them but would they be fun and full of memories when he read them back. Rhys needed some adventurous events to happen to make it more interesting, to make him more interesting. He was a traveller with a boring life. Last week his was in a lively village and what did he do, spent most of the days sweeping a shop floor, cleaning in a tavern and grooming horses. Sure it was his way of earning money to travel but what if he found a job that was more exciting and actually involved interacting with people or something more meaningful, just something better to write in his entries so he wouldn't feel like he left his old life for nothing.</s>
<|message|>Unknown
The Seer appeared...disappointed as the mystic looked into the girl's eyes. Having gleaned all the information that was necessary from her eyes the Seer turned from her to focus on finishing eating and drinking. "Revenge is it...not a motive we have any high regard for, all that breeds is hatred and malice." The Seer took another large drink of the honey-wine and smacked its lips a few times in contentment. "Despite these misgivings, fate has dictated this meeting and we shall see this through." The Seer reached into its cloak and brought forth a spool of white thread and unraveled a strand about a yard in length and cut it off with a fingernail of all things.
"Thread of Fate
Reveal the path to take
Connect the strands
Reveal the plan
Decide our fates
Before time dictates"
The Seer repeated this chant as fingers danced across the thread, leaving behind bows, loops, and knots as they went on. Soon the long strand was now looking quite irratic and utterly random. By the end there were three distinct segments that could be seen, one had more knots than anything else, the second had several bows and frayed edges, the third had a single loop and the just ended abruptly, the end torn off and broken. The Seer stared at the separate segments with a thoughtful expression, then handed it over to the young shaman. "So which of these three paths would you take?" The Seer asked and continued to finish the meal which was almost gone at this point.</s>
<|message|>Argo of Crosshaven
Taking the spool reverently from the Seer, Argo did his best to try and discern the differences between the three threads. He'd had some practice in the arts of scrying, though his ineptitude in such matters was plain before him now. To him the spools seemed to represent different paths, each one twisting and entwining itself to the others, each contributing towards a common, if confused, mass. "Forgive me Seer, but I can draw nothing of importance from it. These strands seem to represent the lives of various people, though how they interact and what will become of them I cannot say." In a way, Argo felt that he was already failing. Something as simple as this first task had clearly shown his training to be not up to the task at hand. Still, he couldn't let that deter him from future venture.
Twisting over the massed threads in his hands, Argo's eyes once again turned to the fellow mystic, offering a question. "If the Seer does not mind, I would like to know what they think of it?" The shaman's hands offered the twisted web of threads back, fingers guiding the clump back onto the table before the Seer. Perhaps if he knew something of the Seer's methods it would be easier to determine the proper way to answer the problem.</s>
<|message|>Niana
As the Seer decried her dreams revenge out loud, Niana felt a wave of defeat wash over her. Her shoulders slumped. If she had cat ears they would have drooped. A fresh tide of tears came out and made their way down her already wet cheeks. Her family would never rest in peace it seemed. Their souls would be doomed to wander restlessly, justice eluding them. The feral girl wanted to storm out of the stupid human building and go running off into the wild, where she truly belonged; but for some reason she remained in front of the Seer who was doing some magic with a string. Not that Niana could understand any of it. She looked at the man next to the Seer. He smelled of herbs and spices. Some sort of shaman perhaps? It didn't matter. Niana grasped her knife around her neck with both hands and shut her eyes, trying to stem the tide of tears.</s>
<|message|>Fredrick Riel
A cloud of dust began to settle over the cobbled path as Fredrick came to a halt outside the stables, the groom whom was a young boy by the looks of things, stared dejectedly off into space.
"Boy. See to it that my horse is stabled and fed." He commanded, dismounting from his horse fluidly, handing the boy the reigns and a couple of coppers, before quickly pushing passed him to get to the tavern entrance. The young fellow sneered at his back, and spat on floor, somewhat disgruntled from being awoken from his daydream, but Fredrick paid him no mind.
He had quickly heard talk of the seers location, and so had half of the town supposedly from the din of noise that was coming from within, carefully he opened the doorway and pushed his way through a group of people that had amassed around one of the tables. Many eyed the sword on his hip suspiciously, others went so far as to challenge him with disapproving stares, it wasn't common for a man to walk around armed in a small town like this, and had this been some other day he might of even taught a few of them some lessons in respect, but no, his mind was focused solely on the seer. And if it isn't the seer? The question skittered across his thoughts. Perhaps just some pretender? Another one suggested, color rose up his neck at the remembrance of his haste, a flaw that his master had once said would be the death of him. Pausing for a second behind the last wall of onlookers, he pushed forward, quickly taking in the scene before him.
An odd girl, scantily dressed, beside the poncho she wore, stood before the table. Her eyes tightly shut, perhaps hiding from the looks she was earning from some of the patrons, looks that were far more threatening than any his sword had received. Her odd dress style at least drew eyes away from his own. The young town shaman was contemplating pieces of thread in front of a stranger, confusion painted across his face, as he offered them back. So this was the supposed seer, doesn't look like much. He wondered, crossing his arms across his chest, he decided to watch and contemplate his next move. Oh wouldn't you be proud Master. Here I am finally exerting patience and careful thought. He thought bitterly as he waited for the supposed seers reaction, doubt held reservation in his mind and he was beginning to regret having acted on a rumor.</s>
<|message|>Unknown
The Seer stared blankly at Argo for a moment, then suppressed a small chuckle. "Well you're honest I'll give you that." The Seer picked up the mess of thread and waved it around for a moment. "You know what these mean?" The Seer pointed at several different locations seemingly at random. "Absolutely nothing! We literally just made up that bunch of hogwash to see if you had an ounce of brains in ya! If you had tried to figure out some deeper meaning from this batch of worthlessness we would have booted you out for being a fraud. Still, you did at least guess at the meaning we were trying to convey." The seer then unraveled the thread on a whim, somehow managed to get rid of all the loops, knots, and even frayed edges making the thread completely whole again, back on the spool in the Seer's cloak.
"As for you girl, stop being on the verge of tears!" The Seer turned back to Niana with great purpose, as her eyes had been closed that allowed the Seer to lightly pinch the young woman's cheeks between it's thumbs and forefingers and gave her face a quick stretch and suddenly had hands to the side as if nothing had happened. "Just because we do not personally approve does not mean I won't help. In any event they should be brought to justice, in that fact you will find no argument from us; however we do have more pressing matters that may take my attention from the task of tracking them down. Also be thankful that your thread of fate just so happens to coincide with one we need to follow." The Seer then glared at one of the newest onlookers who happened to be Fredrick.
"That look of careful examination does not suit you." Then the Seer made a parting motion to the crowd. "Make way, we already have what we came here for." He/She was going to take a step toward the exit and into the crowd when the Seer turned around to make sure the food and drink had been finished. Seeing that it had all been devoured and paid for, the Seer said "our compliments for the food and honey-wine", took Niana by the wrist in a firm but gentle grip, then promptly stepped into the crowd. It was a curious thing that happened next, those in front of the Seer just felt the need to step out of the way as soon as the Seer was near them. A few tried to resist but did not try hard enough and before the Seer could plow into any of them they stepped out of the way. It was kind of like seeing a magnet that repels metal being pushed through sand. Those who nearby felt like the Seer should just not be touched, those that tried to touch Niana as they passed suddenly felt as if an icicle was pressed against their spine and that shock and sudden fear made sure she was safe.
"If you are coming then come," the Seer directed this to Argo and Frederick, not through sight but a sort of voice projection. "Otherwise go back to your ales and beers. We are quite busy." Before two more shakes of a stick they had already made their way out the door and into the street.</s>
<|message|>Lilliannah Corrine Dancroft
Lilliannah stopped a moment. She had been traveling for three straight days without rest, and it started to wear on her. She pulled back her hood just enough so the breeze could make its way past her forehead. Wiping the sweat from her brow, she took a deep breath. "Finally, I'm here", she muttered softly.
Despite the hot sun beating down on her, she was covered from head to toe. Her dark brown tunic seemed to be made of a fine cotton cloth, sturdy leather padding on her elbows and shoulders. Heavy, black leather bracers covered her forearms up to her elbows. Plain, dark brown cloth pants are held up by a black leather belt, matching her bracers, and lined with a few pouches and other oddities. Brown leather boots, a shade or two lighter than the rest of her clothing, reached just past her knees, straps and buckles folding the leather over on the outside, secured them in place. Fixing her hood to cover more of her face, she continued towards the town.
It was late afternoon. The sun would set soon, perhaps an hour or so, casting shades of orange and red over the fields. It was her favorite time of day, for a few reasons. She would make it in just in time for supper. Food and a comfortable bed would make for a nice way to end this long and tiring journey. Crosshaven, it was called. Quaint and quiet so far. Farmers looked to be finishing up their daily chores in the fields as she passed. Families filing into their houses for dinner.
Stopping near some gossiping street loiterers, she asked where the nearest tavern was. "The Niirborhood Tavern", they replied happily enough, "just a little ways more up the road, you won't miss it". They quickly returned to their gossiping, which Lilli heard a bit of before she turned to continue in the direction of the tavern. Talk about the 'seer' made her snicker. "It's all just a bunch of hocus pocus", she muttered again, low enough that the loiterers wouldn't hear, I'm sure just another fraud, or perhaps even nothing at all. Though as she neared the tavern, goose bumps ran down her arm, a chill up her spine, her stomach turned. She pulled her hood just a bit farther over her eyes. She stopped a few yards before the door and took a deep breath. I'm being silly she thought to herself. Her intention was to continue into the tavern, get some food, a hard drink to settle her stomach and a good nights rest finally.</s>
| <|message|>Arman Ryanson
Arman knew what she was doing was wrong, but that didn't mean she was going to stop. She had been an interested watcher of the episode in the tavern, since Ray wouldn't need her till this evening, so she had decided to follow along behind. A good story to be gained? She was so there.
Ray had once said she thought way too much about stories; her every waking thought, when not about food, was stories. Sure, she was probably being just a little over-focused on the one subject, but that was how she worked. No way around it. When the genderless 'kid', whom the other boy had called "Seer", had started heading out holding the girl she lept off her stool and scuttled out the door ahead of the small party. Striding away from the tavern she tried to look confident, like she was doing nothing wrong. She slipped into a small alley across the street from the tavern, waiting to see where the others went. Hoping she wasn't being stupid, was this crazy? yes probably. Should she be doing it? No probably not. But none of that was going to stop her. This was the most exiting thing that had happened for a long time there was no way she was missing out.</s> |
<|description|>Fredrick Riel
Appearance:
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Lucas was born far to the west, in a land where the success of a nobles family was dependent upon the skill of the houses swordsmen, with custom dictating that all disputes and matters are settled with duels. To prevent putting the nobility at risk, they and only they, are allowed to employ the talents of simple folk to fight their duels for them. With his parents being poor Lucas could barely remember them, as he was sold to 'House Riel' at a young age, and put to training as a swordsman immediately. When he reached the age of sixteen he was granted his first personal blade, a steel short sword which he had named 'Nightbane', a weapon that swiftly helped him earn a name for himself among the Houses. Lucrative offers were made to House Riel in return for the lads service, but the House had grown proud of their fierce fighter, publicly declaring him the best in all the lands and granting the young man the right to wear their name.
Word soon got to the king, of a small house, boasting of having the finest swordsman in the lands, wishing to see so for himself, he journeyed to their home and offered to buy the swordsmen from them, but in their arrogance they declined. The refusal was seen as an insult and direct challenge to the kings authority, using his influence he had the house stripped of its lands and titles and sent into exile. Young Lucas stuck with the family as they traveled east through the hinterlands with what little possessions remained to them, but inexperience with the rigors of travel led to the death of many, with once loyal house guards turning bandit.
Wounded from his ordeals and attempts to crush the mutiny of his fellow swordsman, Lucas was left behind by those whom had escaped the battle unscathed, and had been forced to leave behind those too sick or frail to keep up. Eventually Barren earth gave way to lush grass, than fields of corn, Lucas collapsed at the feet of the first person he had seen in days, shortly passing out afterward. The man who had found him, a local farmer of the township of Crosshaven, helped nurse him back to health and offered lodgings to the young man in return for help with work around the farm. He accepted immediately and worked many a season for his savior, but in his heart he longed to return to his homeland and slay the man who ruined his House, yet found he knew not the way home.
Who is the Seer?: Someone who may know of his homeland, as the name has been met with confused stares by all others/ A travelling companion.</s>
<|message|>Niana
As the Seer decried her dreams revenge out loud, Niana felt a wave of defeat wash over her. Her shoulders slumped. If she had cat ears they would have drooped. A fresh tide of tears came out and made their way down her already wet cheeks. Her family would never rest in peace it seemed. Their souls would be doomed to wander restlessly, justice eluding them. The feral girl wanted to storm out of the stupid human building and go running off into the wild, where she truly belonged; but for some reason she remained in front of the Seer who was doing some magic with a string. Not that Niana could understand any of it. She looked at the man next to the Seer. He smelled of herbs and spices. Some sort of shaman perhaps? It didn't matter. Niana grasped her knife around her neck with both hands and shut her eyes, trying to stem the tide of tears.</s>
<|message|>Fredrick Riel
A cloud of dust began to settle over the cobbled path as Fredrick came to a halt outside the stables, the groom whom was a young boy by the looks of things, stared dejectedly off into space.
"Boy. See to it that my horse is stabled and fed." He commanded, dismounting from his horse fluidly, handing the boy the reigns and a couple of coppers, before quickly pushing passed him to get to the tavern entrance. The young fellow sneered at his back, and spat on floor, somewhat disgruntled from being awoken from his daydream, but Fredrick paid him no mind.
He had quickly heard talk of the seers location, and so had half of the town supposedly from the din of noise that was coming from within, carefully he opened the doorway and pushed his way through a group of people that had amassed around one of the tables. Many eyed the sword on his hip suspiciously, others went so far as to challenge him with disapproving stares, it wasn't common for a man to walk around armed in a small town like this, and had this been some other day he might of even taught a few of them some lessons in respect, but no, his mind was focused solely on the seer. And if it isn't the seer? The question skittered across his thoughts. Perhaps just some pretender? Another one suggested, color rose up his neck at the remembrance of his haste, a flaw that his master had once said would be the death of him. Pausing for a second behind the last wall of onlookers, he pushed forward, quickly taking in the scene before him.
An odd girl, scantily dressed, beside the poncho she wore, stood before the table. Her eyes tightly shut, perhaps hiding from the looks she was earning from some of the patrons, looks that were far more threatening than any his sword had received. Her odd dress style at least drew eyes away from his own. The young town shaman was contemplating pieces of thread in front of a stranger, confusion painted across his face, as he offered them back. So this was the supposed seer, doesn't look like much. He wondered, crossing his arms across his chest, he decided to watch and contemplate his next move. Oh wouldn't you be proud Master. Here I am finally exerting patience and careful thought. He thought bitterly as he waited for the supposed seers reaction, doubt held reservation in his mind and he was beginning to regret having acted on a rumor.</s>
<|message|>Unknown
The Seer stared blankly at Argo for a moment, then suppressed a small chuckle. "Well you're honest I'll give you that." The Seer picked up the mess of thread and waved it around for a moment. "You know what these mean?" The Seer pointed at several different locations seemingly at random. "Absolutely nothing! We literally just made up that bunch of hogwash to see if you had an ounce of brains in ya! If you had tried to figure out some deeper meaning from this batch of worthlessness we would have booted you out for being a fraud. Still, you did at least guess at the meaning we were trying to convey." The seer then unraveled the thread on a whim, somehow managed to get rid of all the loops, knots, and even frayed edges making the thread completely whole again, back on the spool in the Seer's cloak.
"As for you girl, stop being on the verge of tears!" The Seer turned back to Niana with great purpose, as her eyes had been closed that allowed the Seer to lightly pinch the young woman's cheeks between it's thumbs and forefingers and gave her face a quick stretch and suddenly had hands to the side as if nothing had happened. "Just because we do not personally approve does not mean I won't help. In any event they should be brought to justice, in that fact you will find no argument from us; however we do have more pressing matters that may take my attention from the task of tracking them down. Also be thankful that your thread of fate just so happens to coincide with one we need to follow." The Seer then glared at one of the newest onlookers who happened to be Fredrick.
"That look of careful examination does not suit you." Then the Seer made a parting motion to the crowd. "Make way, we already have what we came here for." He/She was going to take a step toward the exit and into the crowd when the Seer turned around to make sure the food and drink had been finished. Seeing that it had all been devoured and paid for, the Seer said "our compliments for the food and honey-wine", took Niana by the wrist in a firm but gentle grip, then promptly stepped into the crowd. It was a curious thing that happened next, those in front of the Seer just felt the need to step out of the way as soon as the Seer was near them. A few tried to resist but did not try hard enough and before the Seer could plow into any of them they stepped out of the way. It was kind of like seeing a magnet that repels metal being pushed through sand. Those who nearby felt like the Seer should just not be touched, those that tried to touch Niana as they passed suddenly felt as if an icicle was pressed against their spine and that shock and sudden fear made sure she was safe.
"If you are coming then come," the Seer directed this to Argo and Frederick, not through sight but a sort of voice projection. "Otherwise go back to your ales and beers. We are quite busy." Before two more shakes of a stick they had already made their way out the door and into the street.</s>
<|message|>Lilliannah Corrine Dancroft
Lilliannah stopped a moment. She had been traveling for three straight days without rest, and it started to wear on her. She pulled back her hood just enough so the breeze could make its way past her forehead. Wiping the sweat from her brow, she took a deep breath. "Finally, I'm here", she muttered softly.
Despite the hot sun beating down on her, she was covered from head to toe. Her dark brown tunic seemed to be made of a fine cotton cloth, sturdy leather padding on her elbows and shoulders. Heavy, black leather bracers covered her forearms up to her elbows. Plain, dark brown cloth pants are held up by a black leather belt, matching her bracers, and lined with a few pouches and other oddities. Brown leather boots, a shade or two lighter than the rest of her clothing, reached just past her knees, straps and buckles folding the leather over on the outside, secured them in place. Fixing her hood to cover more of her face, she continued towards the town.
It was late afternoon. The sun would set soon, perhaps an hour or so, casting shades of orange and red over the fields. It was her favorite time of day, for a few reasons. She would make it in just in time for supper. Food and a comfortable bed would make for a nice way to end this long and tiring journey. Crosshaven, it was called. Quaint and quiet so far. Farmers looked to be finishing up their daily chores in the fields as she passed. Families filing into their houses for dinner.
Stopping near some gossiping street loiterers, she asked where the nearest tavern was. "The Niirborhood Tavern", they replied happily enough, "just a little ways more up the road, you won't miss it". They quickly returned to their gossiping, which Lilli heard a bit of before she turned to continue in the direction of the tavern. Talk about the 'seer' made her snicker. "It's all just a bunch of hocus pocus", she muttered again, low enough that the loiterers wouldn't hear, I'm sure just another fraud, or perhaps even nothing at all. Though as she neared the tavern, goose bumps ran down her arm, a chill up her spine, her stomach turned. She pulled her hood just a bit farther over her eyes. She stopped a few yards before the door and took a deep breath. I'm being silly she thought to herself. Her intention was to continue into the tavern, get some food, a hard drink to settle her stomach and a good nights rest finally.</s>
<|message|>Arman Ryanson
Arman knew what she was doing was wrong, but that didn't mean she was going to stop. She had been an interested watcher of the episode in the tavern, since Ray wouldn't need her till this evening, so she had decided to follow along behind. A good story to be gained? She was so there.
Ray had once said she thought way too much about stories; her every waking thought, when not about food, was stories. Sure, she was probably being just a little over-focused on the one subject, but that was how she worked. No way around it. When the genderless 'kid', whom the other boy had called "Seer", had started heading out holding the girl she lept off her stool and scuttled out the door ahead of the small party. Striding away from the tavern she tried to look confident, like she was doing nothing wrong. She slipped into a small alley across the street from the tavern, waiting to see where the others went. Hoping she wasn't being stupid, was this crazy? yes probably. Should she be doing it? No probably not. But none of that was going to stop her. This was the most exiting thing that had happened for a long time there was no way she was missing out.</s>
<|message|>Lucas Niir
Lucas sighed as Argo ignored him, watching the nameless one leave with Near-Nudey Judy in tow. The one pulling the wild girl offered for anyone else to follow them, and although he felt a gravity of interest towards the curious personality, the tavern was packed, and somebody had to run it. A new woman entered as the two were leaving. This girl was dressed head to toe in a dark tunic, pulling a hood over her head as she entered. Lucas managed to get a look at her face before it came in: She had beautiful red hair and bright blue eyes.
Those same eyes seemed to be cast in Lucas's direction. He smiled at the new woman and motioned her over to the bar for a drink. As he did, he smoothly swept up coin left on the counter, replacing some with various drinks, poured and mixed at a brisk pace. As he served his eager customers, he caught sight of one of the salesmen getting up to leave. Lucas quickly made his way to the other one to inquire. "Your colleague's seems interested in that fellow, huh?" He asked. Before he waited for an answer, he shot down the topic and decided to talk about business. There was a short gap of time for him to talk, most of the tavern-goers plate's and glass's filled. "So, you two are spice salesmen, hm? What have you got in stock, my good man?"</s>
| <|message|>Fredrick Riel
Fredrick ran the ball of his thumb against the hilt of his sword in quiet contemplation. He had felt... something. A sudden shift in his soul as the Seer took their leave of the tavern, was this what it felt like to be called by fate? And yet he found himself frozen, affixed to the floorboards beneath him, the last remainders of his doubt crippling him in it's attempt to steer his course away from this strange figure. His foot crept slowly ahead of him, soon followed by the other, as he reeled forward like a drunkard, just managing to catch his step before he collided with the newly entered patron.
"My apologies,... madam." He managed with a quick half bow, swiftly moving toward the door, throwing his shoulder into it as he burst out into the street.
The Seer and the girl with the look of the wild about her, were but feet ahead. A being of legend, naught but a few feet in front of him. Oh, how his old friend Simeon 'Lucky fingers' would have killed to be in his place. That fool had always thought himself destined for great things, it was a shame that he wound up with his own blade through his heart as Fredrick had pried it away from those, what turned out to be, not so lucky fingers. He blinked away the memory, before turning his gaze on the Seer, dealing with them would be as dangerous as dueling with Simeon had been that day.
"And what part do I play into all of this?" He asked carefully after them, as another question burned in the back of his mind, begging to be voiced. Ask nothing of the seer, owe nothing. He reminded himself soothingly, fixing his face with the placid stare that he wore ever so well when at court. Far better than a look of careful examination. He thought begrudgingly.</s> |
<|description|>Sebastian Lazar
Race: Moroi
Element: Spirit
Age: 21
Guardian: Unknown
Abilities:
Seeing auras (which he can't help), brushing people's minds with his own also accidentally (which enables him to hear their thoughts), compulsion (which he also doesn't use on purpose but even when he's not using it people tend to be drawn to him), and healing others (which he almost NEVER EVER does because of the heavy toll it takes on him).
Description:
Personality:
Sarcastic, stubborn, and a trouble maker known for pushing the rules. Sebastian believes Moroi should learn to protect themselves instead of having to rely on others, disliking the idea of someone else putting their life of the line to protect his. He at first refused a Guardian until his parents forced it upon him... like so much else. Sebastian suffers from the moodiness and depression commonly found in most Spirit Users and tends to drown it out by getting into trouble... drinking, smoking, flirting. He refuses to get close to anyone either, pushing anyone who manages to start breaking down his walls away... usually with cruel words or actions... thoroughly burning the bridge between himself and nearly everyone else. He is fun loving and a bit of a wild child and though he has a great many friends, none of them know him very well aside from one or two very close ones who refuse to let him push them out of his life.
History:
Sebastian has always been a bit of a disappointment to his parents. He has always been a rule breaker and has a severe dislike for courtly duties and politics, tending to do anything he can to stay away from such things. His other siblings are the golden kids, doing exactly what's expected of them but as the eldest of his line he is the Prince and so his parents tend to try to push him into things... Because of his parent's constant disapproval, even when he tries to get things right, and their constant comparison to his deceased elder brother Sebastian tends to go out of his way to irritate and embarrass his parents... giving them a real reason to be disappointed. His inability to declare a magic, which exposed him as a Spirit User, is among his latest failures which his father gives him hell about constantly... as if he could have chosen otherwise. Sebastian doesn't talk about it but Spirit scares him, he can tell when the spells of madness hit even when he just slips a little... saying strange things or feeling the paranoia or the irrational agitation... This is also another big reason he won't let anyone get too close, he's afraid he might hurt someone.
In his senior year Sebastian met Serena and was paired up with her as her Ward. Serena's kind heart and patience won Seb over and he has been with her ever since despite his parent's disapproval. Now, Sebastian is working as a teacher for the Spirit wielding Moroi students at the Academy, at Serena's urging. He has been happier than he has been in years with his new job and his Shadow-Kissed Guardian at his side. However, like any Moroi royal, Sebastian has duties... ones his parents are pushing hard to see him fulfill... A fling with a Guardian is one thing, but a Moroi is supposed to wed another Moroi and with Seb being pushed to become Prince of his line, everything has become more complicated.</s>
<|message|>Sebastian Lazar
Rae's blasting through the grass at the school would have made her want to kiss him any other time but right now she had too much on her mind. So, as he helped her out of the car they both hurried to the infirmary. This would have also been one of those times that's she'd have worried about seeing Gunner, about Gunner seeing her with Rae, but right now she didn't really give a shit. She was worried about one of her friends. As they entered the room, Rae's arm slipped from her shoulders and she appreciated it. It was less that she wanted to hide things from any of her friends but she didn't need to be starting anything with Gunner right now... There were more important things to worry about.
She wanted to go up to Seb and hug him but Gunner's arm around him made her stay back... At least one of them was comforting him and that was good enough. She squeezed Rae's hand nervously, briefly, for comfort when the nurse came out but it seemed like everyone let out a quiet sigh of relief at the same time... Even Jace, whom Anna figured was more relieved for his own sake than Serena's. As news of Serena's pregnancy hit the room, Anna felt an odd twinge of sorrow that she quickly drowned with excitement for her friends.
~*~
Sebastian shook his head as Gunner told him it would be okay, his heart was still racing in his chest and the nurses hadn't told them anything yet. As Gunner put his arm around Seb's shoulder's Seb raked a shaking hand through his hair, "I don't know what happened..."
When Anna showed up, Seb saw Rae with her and tried not to grimace. He wished that she'd left the other Moroi outside but it was too late now... As the nurse came in Seb almost collapsed with relief, he looked at Gunner and Anna pointedly. "Don't go anywhere, she's going to want to see you."
Anna nodded, no way in hell was she leaving just because Gunner was here. She did, however, turn to Rae. "You don't have to stay here, I might be a while..." She smiled somewhat, "Thank you for getting me here so fast... You should drop by the feeders, I'll text you?"
She didn't want this whole thing with Gunner to be anymore awkward and she was pretty sure Rae was uncomfortable standing here with her ex only a short distance away... Hell, she was uncomfortable. So, she was giving him an out. She glanced back at the curtained bed and rubbed her arms, soothing her anxiety as best she could. She didn't say anything to Gunner, she'd said she'd leave him alone... So she was. She moved to the other side of the room and took a seat in one of the chairs scattered about for people waiting to visit. Hopefully Seb didn't take too long or the silence might drive her mad.
~*~
Seb entered the room and moved to the bed and brushed Serena's hair from her face, "Why didn't you tell me you knew?" He sat down in the chair next to the bed, "I thought I was going crazy..." He raked a hand through his hair, "Are you alright? You scared the shit out of me... I hauled Jace here, Anna and Gunner are outside."
He took a breath, he was frustrated, but not at her... at himself. He should have known she was too weak to be taking her out of the room, he'd just wanted her to feel better. He put his hand on hers, "They said the baby is alright..." He felt the earlier nervous excitement, "We're having a baby... I'm going to be a father..."</s>
<|message|>Gunner Marks
Rae stood back, allowing Anna to squeeze his hand a little when she needed it. Ultimately, it looked like everything was a lot better than any of them thought. Dehydration and low blood sugar was hardly something that Jace needed to fix and he could see the relief in the guys eyes. When Anna turned to him and told him that he could go, he looked down at her, "You sure?" He asked quietly, not wanting to leave her alone if she was going to be uncomfortable.
Anna had told him a bit about her encounters with Marks for the last short while and he wasn't exactly the guy he wanted to leave her with. However, from the way the Gunner looked at him, he felt like he might make things worse. He nodded his head before kissing her forehead quickly, "Alright... Just... uh... Call me later, okay?"
He then looked at Jace and wrapped his arm around his friend's shoulders, "Come along, Jace. Let's get some blood in you," Then the two were gone.
~
Gunner's eyes flickered to Anna at the announcement of Serena's pregnancy. That had always been something that they had talked about when they were in a relationship and something that laid heavily between them. If they were doing this, they weren't having a kid together. They could still have a kid but it probably wasn't going to be Gunner's. He wasn't going to take away her chance to carry a child and he sure as hell was never going to bring another woman into the mix when Anna could have kids. She seemed happy though, which was good.
His eyes moved to Rae and he found a bit of sadness in his heart that made him look away. Anna could have kids with Rae... Just like she always wanted. She could be a mother with her husband or boyfriend or whatever being the father...
He moved and sat down in on of the chairs and stared at the ground, waiting as Sebastian talked to Serena.
~
Serena looked up at Sebastian when he entered the room. Her hands were fiddling with the blanket that was laid over top of her, she could feel his nerves from the other room and it was making her a little jumpy. When he asked her why she didn't tell him she felt tears welling in her eyes again. She sniffled, "You were so stressed... With your parents and having to tell them that we were engaged, with Anna and Gunner, and you were so busy with classes... I didn't want to put another thing on top of you," She wiped her eyes, "I was going to tell you after you dealt with telling Anna and Gunner... I didn't think it would take this long."
She let out a shaky breath when Sebastian told her that the baby was alright. She placed her hand over her face, thankful that everything was okay. She moved her hand that was under his to hold his tightly in her hand. She nodded her head, "We're going to have a baby..." She laughed a little through her tears, "Just one more complication to our lives," She joked.
She sighed, "I'm sorry I didn't tell you..." Her eyes glanced toward the curtains before she looked back at Sebastian, "But... Anna and Gunner are in the same room because of all this... Maybe we should tell them all the good news..."</s>
| <|message|>Sebastian Lazar
He shook his head, "Not a complication, Beautiful. I can't think of a damn thing more perfect than having a child with the woman I love... with the woman I plan to marry." He kissed the back of her hand gently, "As for worrying about me, don't... I'm only nervous because I don't want to turn into my father."
As she mentioned Anna and Gunner he smiled, "You did succeed in getting them here... that's for sure. Let me go get them before they bolt..."
He stood and moved back to the curtain, "Anna, Gunner... Both of you, in here now."
He didn't give them a chance to argue, he slipped back behind the curtain before either of them could say a thing.
~*~
Anna had seen Gunner taking in she and Rae and despite their separation she wasn't thick enough to be unable to read the slight pain behind his eyes. Did he think she was with Rae for kids? There had been a time when Anna had wanted more than anything to be able to have a child, but it wasn't in the stars for she and Gunner. Dhampirs couldn't interbreed, either you were with a Moroi or that was that... but Anna had loved Gunner. She'd loved Gunner so much so that she'd given up the dream of having a child because she'd wanted to be with him, had been happy with him. She knew Gunner would have been a wonderful father, but unless they adopted... Either way, children with Rae wasn't going to happen. They hadn't even made it into bed with each other yet, something that surprised Anna... Despite his rep, Rae had patience. Maybe he understood her heart was still tied up.
She ran a hand through her hair, it was yet another thing she felt guilty over. Rae was good to her and even if their relationship was casual, she had a feeling that it could be more if she'd let it... but no matter how hard she tried she couldn't make that next step. Sure, they'd come close... very close... once or twice but Anna had tested Rae's self control to the max and they'd ended up either watching movies and throwing popcorn at each other or snuggling on the bed. It wasn't that she wasn't attracted either, obviously she was, but... Gunner always found a way to sneak into her thoughts at just the wrong time. She heard the curtain part and glanced up just as Seb stepped out.
As he ordered them both into the room, Anna glanced hesitantly at Gunner. She was about to say he could go in first if he wanted when Sebastian disappeared back into the room, making it clear he wasn't taking no for an answer this time. Anna sighed and stood up before she walked into the room.
~*~
Sebastian was waiting there, setting by Serena's bed when the two finally dragged themselves into the room. "This isn't exactly how we wanted the two of you to find out that Serena was pregnant but since you've both been avoiding us like the plague this apparently was the only way... We shouldn't have to be terrified for someone's life for the two of you to be around us. You're supposed to be our friends and whatever it is going on between the two of you you need to suck it up."
He glanced at Serena, "Especially now, my family is going to give Serena and I hell over this. We need the two of you... Serena needs the two of you. Her pregnancy combined with the threat of my darkness spilling onto her... We need your help. Can you two stop being children long enough to worry about someone other than yourselves?"
Anna flinched, Sebastian's words... though fueled by anger were pretty much true. Neither she nor Gunner had been their for their friends for the past month and if they had been maybe Serena wouldn't have gotten so ill because they could have helped take care of their friends... That's what they were supposed to do... It's what Seb and Serena would have done for them. They'd been so busy drowning in their own issues that they hadn't been paying attention to what their friends were going through.
"I'm sorry Seb," she said as she glanced at Gunner. "I'll be here from now on... No matter what, I promise."
Seb sighed, "Gunner? We need the two of you, both of you, you two have been my best friends for years... There is no one else I'd want to be there when Serena and I get married."
Anna's eyes went wide, she noticed the ring on Serena's finger and despite another stab of pain in her chest she went to her friend's side and squeezed her hand lightly. "I'm so happy for you! It's about time..." She leaned down and hugged her lightly before stepping back, "Finally, someone tames Sebastian... You keep him on a tight leash, okay?"
She ran a hand through her hair and smiled brightly, she was so happy for Seb... for Serena... but she had to swallow the knot that threatened to rise in her throat. This was no time to cry about lost causes... She was here for her friends.</s> |
<|description|>Sebastian Lazar
Race: Moroi
Element: Spirit
Age: 21
Guardian: Unknown
Abilities:
Seeing auras (which he can't help), brushing people's minds with his own also accidentally (which enables him to hear their thoughts), compulsion (which he also doesn't use on purpose but even when he's not using it people tend to be drawn to him), and healing others (which he almost NEVER EVER does because of the heavy toll it takes on him).
Description:
Personality:
Sarcastic, stubborn, and a trouble maker known for pushing the rules. Sebastian believes Moroi should learn to protect themselves instead of having to rely on others, disliking the idea of someone else putting their life of the line to protect his. He at first refused a Guardian until his parents forced it upon him... like so much else. Sebastian suffers from the moodiness and depression commonly found in most Spirit Users and tends to drown it out by getting into trouble... drinking, smoking, flirting. He refuses to get close to anyone either, pushing anyone who manages to start breaking down his walls away... usually with cruel words or actions... thoroughly burning the bridge between himself and nearly everyone else. He is fun loving and a bit of a wild child and though he has a great many friends, none of them know him very well aside from one or two very close ones who refuse to let him push them out of his life.
History:
Sebastian has always been a bit of a disappointment to his parents. He has always been a rule breaker and has a severe dislike for courtly duties and politics, tending to do anything he can to stay away from such things. His other siblings are the golden kids, doing exactly what's expected of them but as the eldest of his line he is the Prince and so his parents tend to try to push him into things... Because of his parent's constant disapproval, even when he tries to get things right, and their constant comparison to his deceased elder brother Sebastian tends to go out of his way to irritate and embarrass his parents... giving them a real reason to be disappointed. His inability to declare a magic, which exposed him as a Spirit User, is among his latest failures which his father gives him hell about constantly... as if he could have chosen otherwise. Sebastian doesn't talk about it but Spirit scares him, he can tell when the spells of madness hit even when he just slips a little... saying strange things or feeling the paranoia or the irrational agitation... This is also another big reason he won't let anyone get too close, he's afraid he might hurt someone.
In his senior year Sebastian met Serena and was paired up with her as her Ward. Serena's kind heart and patience won Seb over and he has been with her ever since despite his parent's disapproval. Now, Sebastian is working as a teacher for the Spirit wielding Moroi students at the Academy, at Serena's urging. He has been happier than he has been in years with his new job and his Shadow-Kissed Guardian at his side. However, like any Moroi royal, Sebastian has duties... ones his parents are pushing hard to see him fulfill... A fling with a Guardian is one thing, but a Moroi is supposed to wed another Moroi and with Seb being pushed to become Prince of his line, everything has become more complicated.</s>
<|message|>Sebastian Lazar
Sebastian smiled at her softly, he knew she was worried and so was he but he was going to keep his parents in line about this. If they thought he'd rebelled in the past they'd seen NOTHING yet because he would do anything he had to do to keep Serena in his life, and that included walking away from being heir. Kenzie would make a good princess and he'd never wanted the title to begin with but he'd thought that finally caving in to the whole 'prince' thing and giving Serena the credit would maybe ease them off his relationship... No such luck.
He kept a tight hold on his worries, for her, and instead focused on his determination and his love for her... She needed that right now, not his fears and he knew she could feel what he felt. It was fair, he supposed, since he could SEE her emotions. "It will be fine, I'm going to make it fine... and Kenzie adores you." He smiled again at her mention of the queen, "Unfortunately, it would be inappropriate for her to get involved in family affairs such as these. She can voice how much she likes you, how much she approves of you being my Guardian, how she is looking forward to seeing the baby... but she can't publicly back us... Not with things still so shaky with the new laws and the trouble she's having with the more... old fashioned Moroi royalty." He'd usually kept all the politics to himself but he didn't want Serena getting her hopes up only to see them come crashing down when the queen didn't publicly acknowledge their relationship beyond the professional one.
"Still, we'll have her silently cheering us on... and that's more support than most have. We also have Anna and Gunner, and you have me. I won't let anyone get between us Serena. Besides... The whole point of the trip is to get the title thing over and done with and the Queen is the one doing that so... Maybe we have more support from her than we think." He flipped his hand at the words 'title thing' dismissing the whole ceremony. "I wish I could just sign some papers and have it done with..."
~*~
Anna was driving, as much as she trusted Gunner with her life on the field she didn't trust him at all behind the wheel. It wasn't that he was a bad driver just... hyper vigilant? He drove like an old person and it drove her crazy... It made him happier to be able to keep look out instead of having to watch other cars and it made her happy not to want to shove him into the back seat and take over. She could hear Seb and Serena talking quietly in the back seat and smiled somewhat. She was happy for them, happy that Seb was being made the official prince, and happy that they were happy. Still, she understood Serena and Seb's worry about Seb's parents... they were prudes.
She pulled into the gate of the courtyard and two Guardians started towards the car to greet them but Anna was having none of it. She wasn't letting any Guardian she didn't know near Serena, especially since Seb's father was here. She hopped out after putting it in park, car still running, and opened Serena's door and helped her out... pointedly keeping her body between the pregnant Dhampir and the other Guardians. Eyebrows were raised but nothing was said except a polite greeting.
"Welcome Mr. Lazar, Guardian Abatangelo. We were sent by the Queen to escort you inside, show you to your rooms. Anna relaxed a little, the Queen would never send anyone she knew was openly against Dhampir/Moroi relations."
The Guardians looked her over, noticed Gunner and nodded in greeting to them as well. "Guardian Ross, Guardian Marks... Welcome. We were told you'd be acting as Guardians to Mr. Lazar in Guardian Abatangelo's sted... We took measures to make sure your rooms were all connected."
Anna finally smiled somewhat, some of her fears put at ease. She'd been worried Seb's parents would try and pull something with putting Serena in a separate room or by having Anna and Gunner placed with the other courtly Guards. She supposed that maybe she'd been a little overly worried but it was her job to worry...
"You can show us the way," Anna nodded.</s>
<|message|>Serena Abatangelo
Serena sighed a little as Sebastian told her that the Queen couldn't openly support their relationship, "I know... but even her quiet support much shut your parents up."
She sat up a little when they came to a stop, she hadn't even realized that had arrived. She watched Anna as she jumped out of the car and practically ran to beat the guardians that had come to meet them to Serena's door. She laughed a little and allowed the girl to help her out, squeezing her hand a little, silently thanking her. Standing, Serena's shirt hid most of her stomach, making her appear as though she weren't with a child. Although, that was also partially due to her breasts that had grown in size... Even then Serena could still feel her belly brushing against the loose fabric. She sighed and smiled, taking Sebastian's hand in her own for a moment. She needed to be on her best behaviour for him. She wanted to try her best to not get moody, knowing it would only make things harder on him. Especially if in being moody she got cranky with him. She released his hand, knowing that walking anywhere holding hands would be looked upon strangely and she didn't need anyone looking at them all strangely in this moment.
When Anna told the guardians to lead them to their rooms she laughed a little. She looked at Sebastian, "I fear that Anna is going to give someone frostbite with her cold tone."
~
Gunner's eyes had been flinting all over the road from the moment that they had left the school. Sebastian had told him that he could stay behind, due to the reasoning that he was that, but Gunner wasn't letting his friends go alone. He had gotten guardians he barely knew killed because of his mother... He wasn't going to let his friends join the ever growing list.
He let out a small sigh when they arrived on the other side of the wards and court and hopped out. He let Anna run around to Anna and to an intimidating stance, hoping to prevent any ideas that Sebastian's parents might have stuck into guardians' heads. Luckily, these guys seemed to have been sent by the Queen herself, which made him relax a little. However, only slightly, whether or not they were sent by the Queen some guardians could be bought off.
He kept quiet as Anna informed them to take them all to their conveniently attached rooms and took up the rear, allowing the other guardians to take their luggage. When they arrived he looked everything over in the room before nodding his head, "Doesn't look like anyone's been in here since it was cleaned."
Serena immediately walked over to the couch and sat down as their luggage was being brought in. She pulled off her shoes and sighed. They were nice shoes but they were incredibly uncomfortable and Serena intended to only have them on her feet when necessary. She stood again and looked around the room, "It's like we have a little apartment together."</s>
| <|message|>Sebastian Lazar
Anna stuck her tongue out at Serena as soon as the Guardian's turned away, proving that she wasn't all ice, but she had to give off the impression she meant business for the same reason that Gunner was a robot around Guardians he didn't know... Guardians were loyal to the families they served and at court... Well, politics was a blood sport... Everyone secretly poking each other with stick pins under the table and smiling in each other's faces as they do it. Plus, there were royal Moroi men used to getting what they wanted and though not all of them were the same many of them assumed that female Dhampirs were open for... business. Anna, most certainly, was not. She just... didn't like court and so her guards were up.
When they reached the room she smiled as Gunner, as thorough as always, looked over the room... perhaps checking for bugs which was smart since she wouldn't put it past the Lazars. As Serena sank into her seat and pried off her shoes Anna looked at her sympathetically, it couldn't be easy trying to keep up appearances... Hopefully, soon, she wouldn't have to.
"I know... I bet this was the Queen's doing too. I doubt she wanted the Lazars trying to split you and Seb up or trying to claim Serena was enough to Guard as she is. This is kind of perfect..."
There were three bedrooms(one large with a king bed, dresser, walk in closet, flat screen tv and the other two only big enough for a bed, a nightstand, and small closet) two bathrooms (one attached to the master bed with a garden tub, toilet, dual sink, and separate shower and the other to the living area that only had a toilet, sink, and small shower), a kitchen area with a mini fridge, sink, counter with stools instead of a table, coffee pot, and microwave, and a small living area with a couch, two chairs, a flat screen tv, and a stereo system.
Anna laughed a little, "I get the master bed," she teased before she vanished into one of the small rooms to unpack her few things. When she came back out she sighed.... "I'm hungry."</s> |
<|description|>Sebastian Lazar
Race: Moroi
Element: Spirit
Age: 21
Guardian: Unknown
Abilities:
Seeing auras (which he can't help), brushing people's minds with his own also accidentally (which enables him to hear their thoughts), compulsion (which he also doesn't use on purpose but even when he's not using it people tend to be drawn to him), and healing others (which he almost NEVER EVER does because of the heavy toll it takes on him).
Description:
Personality:
Sarcastic, stubborn, and a trouble maker known for pushing the rules. Sebastian believes Moroi should learn to protect themselves instead of having to rely on others, disliking the idea of someone else putting their life of the line to protect his. He at first refused a Guardian until his parents forced it upon him... like so much else. Sebastian suffers from the moodiness and depression commonly found in most Spirit Users and tends to drown it out by getting into trouble... drinking, smoking, flirting. He refuses to get close to anyone either, pushing anyone who manages to start breaking down his walls away... usually with cruel words or actions... thoroughly burning the bridge between himself and nearly everyone else. He is fun loving and a bit of a wild child and though he has a great many friends, none of them know him very well aside from one or two very close ones who refuse to let him push them out of his life.
History:
Sebastian has always been a bit of a disappointment to his parents. He has always been a rule breaker and has a severe dislike for courtly duties and politics, tending to do anything he can to stay away from such things. His other siblings are the golden kids, doing exactly what's expected of them but as the eldest of his line he is the Prince and so his parents tend to try to push him into things... Because of his parent's constant disapproval, even when he tries to get things right, and their constant comparison to his deceased elder brother Sebastian tends to go out of his way to irritate and embarrass his parents... giving them a real reason to be disappointed. His inability to declare a magic, which exposed him as a Spirit User, is among his latest failures which his father gives him hell about constantly... as if he could have chosen otherwise. Sebastian doesn't talk about it but Spirit scares him, he can tell when the spells of madness hit even when he just slips a little... saying strange things or feeling the paranoia or the irrational agitation... This is also another big reason he won't let anyone get too close, he's afraid he might hurt someone.
In his senior year Sebastian met Serena and was paired up with her as her Ward. Serena's kind heart and patience won Seb over and he has been with her ever since despite his parent's disapproval. Now, Sebastian is working as a teacher for the Spirit wielding Moroi students at the Academy, at Serena's urging. He has been happier than he has been in years with his new job and his Shadow-Kissed Guardian at his side. However, like any Moroi royal, Sebastian has duties... ones his parents are pushing hard to see him fulfill... A fling with a Guardian is one thing, but a Moroi is supposed to wed another Moroi and with Seb being pushed to become Prince of his line, everything has become more complicated.</s>
<|message|>Serena Abatangelo
Serena smiled as he moved his arms around her, pulling her in close. She moved her head to the side as he kissed down her neck. She rested her hands atop his and glanced down at her stomach, visible now that she had changed into a tank top and pajama pants. She smiled softly, "I never thought I could find someone I could love... let alone marry and have children," She slipped her fingers between his, "You don't just make me want everything," She giggled a little, "You make me feel like I can have everything."
She moved her head a little to rest on his shoulder, her back against his chest, "Six and a half months... Twenty two weeks... It seems so long," She whined slightly, "I just hope the sickness subsides a little... I don't think I could handle another six months of that..."
There was a small knock at the door, causing Serena to look through their door to it. Not seeing Anna move to and get it, she was suddenly curious as to where the girl had gone. One good thing about feeling sick whenever Strigoi were around was that she knew when they weren't. She got out of the bed and walked over to the door and opened it, maybe Anna had somehow managed to lock herself out. However, the woman on the other side of the door made Serena sick in a whole different way. She looked Serena up and down with a look of disgust before scoffing, "Are you slacking on the job, Dhampir?"
Serena took a deep breath before forcing a smile and looking over her shoulder, "Sebastian... Your mother is here..."</s>
<|message|>Sebastian Lazar
Seb frowned and stood, his mother's words sending irritation coursing through him. He went to the door, kissed Serena's brow, and gave his mother a challenging look.
"Mother... what a surprise."
His mother snorted, "Should it be Sebastian? You've been at court a single day and your..." she waved her hand dismissively at Serena, "Guardian... has already managed to put you into danger by leaving the courts."
Sebastian practically bared his fangs, "Serena had nothing to do with what happened yesterday, if you're looking for someone to blame, blame yourself. You knew about Gunner's mother, yet you still insisted we come, knowing full well Strigoi enjoy targeting family and their friends."
His mother looked shocked, despite she and Sebastian's tense relationship he'd never spoken to her that way before... He'd usually just blown her off. After the shock faded she seemed to decide on a different tactic, "I'm only worried about you Sebastian, I'm your mother... I'm trying to look out for you. I understand your feelings for the girl... but she can't protect you like... this."
Seb rolled his eyes, "I'm sure you're absolutely distraught over my well-being, Mother... What do you really want? Why are you here?"
Mrs. Lazar didn't drop the act just yet, obviously she was determined. "Tomorrow I'm approaching the Queen about another Guardian for you. Even if she is a Guardian herself she can't protect you... not like... THAT."
Sebastian shoved his hands into his pockets to keep from doing something stupid, like shove his mother back out of his door and slam it in her face. "We were going to do that anyway, it was Serena's suggestion. Now will you go?"
His mother smiled a little too sweetly, "It's good to see she has SOME sense of her place... I will speak to you again tomorrow, Sebastian."
With that she walked away and Sebastian groaned before shutting the door and turning to Serena, "I'm sorry..."
~*~
Anna thought about telling Serena and Seb what was going on but she didn't feel like having to fight them in order to get out of court and she wasn't going to allow Seb to risk himself with a baby on the way. Maybe that was his decision to make, but she wasn't going to be letting him make it. The moment the Elites showed up the next day she packed her things again and met them in the courtyard.
"Have you heard anything," she asked anxiously.
"Mr. Szleskie's tip paid off, a few hours trip from here there is a Dhampir commune that was attacked in force last night. There is more than a good chance that it was Abigail's Army."
Anna grimaced, "There weren't any Guardians there, were there?"
The Dhampir, named Thomas shook his head. "No... it was a massacre. You'd best prepare yourself."
Anna nodded, "Let's go. The sooner we get there with daylight to spare the more likely we'll get out in one piece."
They left, Jace was oddly quiet the entire ride. "Are you sure you want to do this? You're risking your life... there's a good possibility you could be killed. Even with the Elites, we don't know how many Strigoi Abigail is hiding."
Jace shook his head, "It's not about you... or Gunner... Did you know I had an older brother?"
"Had?"
Jace nodded, "Past tense... He's Strigoi. A few weeks ago I got news he'd been sighted... I thought about talking to you but let's face it... Why would you help me?"
Anna grimaced, "Jace... I don't hate you, not anymore. You're an ass and I don't particularly like you... but if you'd asked me to help you with your brother I would have."
Jace frowned, "Why?"
"Because... no body deserves to see someone they love like that."
Jace put a hand over hers and squeezed lightly it was an innocent gesture, not a come on... for once. "There's a possibility that Gunner is still himself. Most strigoi won't turn family until they cave from..." He made a face, "Well, it usually takes a while. Maybe he's still himself."
She shook her head, "I can't afford to think like that... If I go in expecting him to be Gunner then I won't be able to... fight him. I have to expect him to be a strigoi, I have to expect that he'll look and sound just like Gunner... but he won't be."
She took a breath, "If your brother is there... I'll do what I can."
Jace nodded and the vehicle fell back into silence.</s>
<|message|>Serena Abatangelo
Serena stood in silence at Sebastian spoke with his mother. The way she was talking... Serena didn't understand why she kept acting as though her pregnancy was something horrendous... like she had lost both her arm and was still insisting on guarding Sebastian. She wasn't even Sebastian's guardian right now! But Vlad knew where Anna had gone and Gunner... She took a deep breath, trying to keep herself calm in the presence of Mrs. Lazar but the moment she left the waterworks began. Serena was usually very capable at keeping her feelings under wraps but around Sebastian and now with her hormones going haywire, that was a lot harder. She shook her head, "It's not your fault."
She walked over to the couch and sat down, wiping under her eyes. She looked up at Sebastian, "Can we hyphenate our last name? I don't want the same name as that... woman."
Her fingers trembled a little, as they usually did when she was particularly upset. She tired to wipe away her tears but more just replaced them until finally, she gave up. She shook her head, "She's right though..." She looked to Sebastian, "The only reason Anna suggested the trip was because I need clothes... Had... Had I been in better shape to fight then maybe Anna could have assisted Gunner while I got you to the car," She covered her face with her hands as this warped reality crashed down on her. Anna must hate her right now... It was her fault that Gunner might be a Strigoi... She sobbed before wrapping her arms around herself. Everything that happened was her fault. Everything that was going to happen was her fault. Her hands started to shake more and her aura darkened as a depression that Serena had been fighting off engulfed her, "This is all my fault..."</s>
| <|message|>Sebastian Lazar
Sebastian pulled her close the moment she started crying and slid his arms around her. "My mother is a twisted bitch, Serena. You shouldn't listen to anything she has to say. She's manipulative and cruel, trust me... I know first hand."
He shook his head and kissed her gently, pushing her hair from her face. "Serena, listen to me. None of this was your fault. Anna and Gunner WANTED to come here to court because of my mother and father and the possibility of Gunner's mother finding him was always there. They love you, they would never blame any of this on you. Gunner's mother has been after him since she figured out where he was, the face off was bound to happen and Anna and Gunner both made their decisions knowing what could happen... That's what you're trained for. If you'd been in better shape you wouldn't be pregnant... and I want this baby with you, Love."
He kissed her, "We couldn't have stayed cooped up at court for forever or Academy... sooner or later we'd have had to go out for something and Abigail would have been waiting. This has nothing to do with you... aside from the fact that I love you."
~*~
As the vehicle pulled to a stop Anna stepped out and was struck by the sight before her... An entire Dhampir commune, torn apart. How many Strigoi did this? The size of the commune and the fact that there'd been no Guardians around meant it wouldn't have taken many... Anna ran a hand through her hair, the place was half burned from Dhampirs lighting blazes to scare off the Strigoi... it hadn't worked. The other Elites stepped out of their vehicles as well, there were eight of them in all not including Anna and Jace. She moved through the town and shook her head, nearly everyone was dead and those that weren't were either injured or taken.
"The whole town was wiped out... Reports say there were at least twelve strigoi and that Abigail was among them at the time."
Anna nodded, "Jace said he saw caves, are there any in the mountains near here?"
Thomas nodded, "There are... not far either but we have to expect that this might be a trap. Abigail knew that an attack this scale wouldn't be ignored and she knew you'd come after Gunner. There's a high probability that they're prepared for us..."
They wound their way up the mountain, daylight fading fast, and Anna and Thomas eyed the entrance... Jace stayed in the middle of the Guardians. "I don't see anything... Jace, do you see any auras at all?"
Jace peered past her and nodded, "Yeah... there are four just inside."
Anna took out her stake and nodded, "There are probably corridors and branches of these caves and it's hard to tell which are the right ones... Jace will be able to see where the Strigoi are. We should stay together."</s> |
<|description|>Luka
Appearance:
Age: 15 years old
Species: Land Shark
Personality: Luka is quite quick on the nibbles as he is always hungry and will eat almost anything he can get his hands on. He seems to have a bottomless stomach and pretty much anything can fit in his mouth.
Other than that, he is almost always constantly happy and optimistic.
Likes:
-Food
-Friends
-Friendly people
-Bright things
-Soft things
Dislikes:
-Bad food
-Accidentally eating rocks
-Mean people
-People who looked friendly but actually weren't
-Spiky things
History: When Luca was born, he was quite a normal land shark. However, when he was about 10 years old, an old prophet came to his community and for some reason he didn't understand, he was exiled from his land shark brethren and sentenced to wander.
He is currently roaming in search of other people like himself, and also for the prophet that visited his community to ask why he was exiled.
Other: He has a variety of elemental and buffing nibble attacks.</s>
<|message|>Humhum
In a sudden motion his seat, at the time Peter chest, stood up causing the not so amused harpy to fall off him in surprise and land face first into the moist floor. He moved up from the floor just a bit seeing Peter pacing around complaining . He hummed in a not pleased fashion. Standing up and ruffling his poor feathers to get some of the dust off. He watched Peter for some more moments. It wouldnt be nice to trip him, humhum concluded. Hearing Luka talk to someone, he shifted his attention over.
Walking pass, Peter towards Luka, Humhum did do something he saw humans do all the time. Slapping him over that metal hat thing he tended to wear.
''Luka to who are you talking mmm?'' He asked, looking over and noticing the creature. ''Hello mmm... Are you mmm long here? '' He waved at the creature in question grabbing one of the rusty bars with his claw. Starting to pull at it. Letting pretty much his silent anger at the bar out. It did him good as he started to flap his wings, tugging at it with lot of force. The claw clenching even more thigh around it as if he wasnt able to deiced if he wanted to pull the bar out or clench it dust. It did worked calming at humhum after a bit. Taking a short break from that activity. ''Do you want mmm out too, like us mhm? Maybe we can help each mmm other?'' He tilted his head at the neighbour prisoner creature before listening carefully as he went to his activity of tugging vigorously at the rusty bar.</s>
<|message|>Setheran
Setheran the monster, watched them, all thoughts of trying to chew his way out lost. He could escape right that moment; he knew he might have a good chance at escaping. The problem was that he didn't have a guaranteed chance to escape, because a hundred guards would overpower him, with the organization and cleverness of their commander.
But getting a random group of misfits to help him would make it very much more likely to escape. So, he withdrew his snout from between the bars, and coughed several more times, as he made his way to the edge of the door. He appeared to be looking for something in particular, as he dragged his snout along the edges of his door, nudging each spot where the bolts holding the door to the hallway were at.
And in a minute, he had pushed out all the pins in the stupidly-designed door clearly meant for dumb creatures, and the great door came crashing down into the hallway with a loud bang!
And then Seth the creature stepped out of his cage, looked back and forth, and then spit on the tops of the neighboring cell's bars, where the metal met metal at the very top, against the ceiling. A moment later, the tops of the bars were melted through, and Seth took a bar in his teeth, and veeerrryyyy slowly began bending it out, into the hall, starting to make a hole.</s>
<|message|>Artemis
"What the hell is that?" gulped Artemis, rolling onto his front. He watched through the bars of his cell fearfully as the big creature lumbered towards them. "Woahhh, hold up a minute, big boy. I'm not very tasty, you see, I'm a fish who has been out of water for a while now..." He watched in horror as the monster spat on the top of the bars and burnt the bars. "Jesus Christ...." gasped Artemis, slowly flopping backwards in fear. The creature took a bar in its great jaws and slowly began bending the bar in a downwards direction. "Now come on, now, we don't need to do that" soothed the blobfish, a crack in his voice revealing his fear. This creature was obviously trying to break in and eat them. There was no other explanation for it.
Images of Artemis's body oozing blood and guts in the creatures mouth flashed through his mind. He might be immortal but goddammit, that would hurt! "Seriously, boy, you don't have to do that" whispered Artemis, finding himself in the very back corner of the cell. He whimpered in fear before noticing his companions looked unfazed by the creature at their door. "Yeah, don't worry guys, there's just a huge freaking monster breaking into our cell, I'm probably just overreacting here!" he barked sarcastically. "Sorry that I don't want to be digested over the course of next week and slowly push myself out of a monsters rect-OH JESUS".
The creature had broken down the bars and Artemis was pretty sure he'd shit a small stone.</s>
<|message|>Humhum
Once the upper parts of the bars were melted the one bar Humhum was tugging much easier gave in to him, bending into the cell. He hummed much more pleased. The friendly creature was bending them outsider and Humhum decide to let him do that.
There were others things to get done. Someone would have to carry their still passed out friend alpaca and the too slow for escaping fish.
Walking over to the blob fish who for some reason was going father and father into the corner. Shrugging it off as something Artemis tended to do a lot beside the complain like talk he often had. Smiling at him and humming he tried to complement him. ''Dont be silly I am sure you taste great. mhm mhm mhm~ '' Humhum reached his leg out his claw grabbing around his fish friend. ''Some one mhhhh has to carry Hee~na too mhm~'' He pointed helpfully deciding to not slow himself by carrying her, she was heavier than a fish.
Humhum holding Artemis in his claw flattered easily out the now several outside bend bars. He balanced easily one one leg the fish in his claws pretty much in eye level with the helpfully creature. ''Thank you mmmhm~ We should go left I can feel mmmmmuch~ fresher air that way. mmm'' He patiently waited for all the others to get out before setting on. He will have to groom himself for hours the moment they were outside.</s>
<|message|>Luka
"Thank you mister!"
Luka trotted over to the unconscious Heena. He nudged her a little, but he got no response. They should probably leave, but Luka wouldn't be able to lift the unconscious Alpaca. Perhaps their new monstrous friend could help them instead. He trotted over towards the creature, with the intention of perhaps making a new friend.
"Can you tell us your name, mister?"</s>
<|message|>Setheran
Setheran eyed the creatures intelligently, taking in the smaller forms of what may be, perhaps, his new companions. While the creature's mind slowly ate away at his own intelligence, his morals and thoughts, he couldn't just leave them here.
So instead, he hopped through the small gap, having to twist his head to the side to fit, since his horns jutted out farther on each side than anything else, and bared his teeth at them all. Except, he wasn't growling- rather, his teeth had folded into his mouth, leaving little slits in his gums and worthy of a name like "toothless." Then he approached the passed out long-necked sheep thing, and gently took it in his mouth. Being larger than all the other creatures inside the cell, it didn't take much to lift it, thought he feared his saliva might dirty its wool, he didn't think it'd be that bad.
So he turned and hopped out, ignoring any attempts to speak to it. He didn't try to speak- he already knew he couldn't. Instead, he did what he did know how to do- stared at the sand shark's eyes and used a limited form of telepathy to send a series of images, mainly of letters- S-E-T-H-E-R-A-N. His name. Next, he caught the fidgety harpy in his gaze and sent a series of images of them riding on his back. The harpy he could handle, even with the panicked slab of talking flesh, but he didn't think he could handle a... metal suit thing.</s>
<|message|>Humhum
The images were a surprise to Humhum, it took him a few moments to guess that the creature staring at him was the cause. First time receiving a telepathic message is distracting and unusually. It was lucky there was a series of images making him hum as his response. Shifting his balance on one leg he was standing on, he spoke.
''I prefer to fly mmmhmm, I am quite fast.mmm I could mmm hmmm keep up.''
There was a little bit of pride involved. He was far from the fastest in his colony but he was still fast. He wanted to prove it and show that he could keep up with anyone running. Even a interesting beast like his new friend. On the other hand Humhum was quite nice. Offering a compromise.
'' But if you insist mmm I may instead of riding mm just sit on your back. mhm mhm~ Either way mmm we should go...mmm Peter hurry up mhm. ''
He turned around to check if someone was coming, not seeing anyone he let go of the blob fish. catching Artemis before he hit the ground with the same claw, but now making him face the opposite side than Humhum. The harpy simply thought if there happen to be something behind him Artemis will see it and be really loud about it.</s>
<|message|>Artemis
Artemis blinked in confusion as he was dropped and caught again. "Oh, okay, bird-man, just throw me around like I'm a football" he muttered to himself. "Sure, lets use the immortal virgin blobfish as a ball to throw at each other, that sounds great". The blobfish had calmed slightly as he saw the monster was not a monster at all - it understood Luka and had scratched its name into the floor with its horn. Well, perhaps it was still a monster but at least it was a sentient monster. As he shifted slightly in Humhum's claws, he glanced around him. The corridor was long and dark, with paved flooring with hay strewn everywhere.
"God, I'd love to roll in the hay sometime" he said out loud. "No, Humhum! I only mean that metaphorically! It was a joke, a joke! Don't throw me into the hay!" Artemis calmed himself somewhat and looked around at his companions. Peter, the metal man and Heena, the alpaca-llama thing, still stood in the cell, motionless. "Well, Jesus Christ, guys, don't let us hold you back" he said sarcastically. "Are we supposed to carry you on this adventure or something? We're trying to discover ourselves, not how freakin' heavy a man in a diving suit is!"
The blobfish sighed. "Well, anyway, seeing as this sentient-monster-thingy isn't going to eat us, we should get out of here. Which way?"</s>
| <|message|>Luka
"My Lord!" General Suckfudg shouted, running in from a doorway beside the throne, "The prisoners have escaped!"
It was then that he noticed that all of the other soldiers had gotten down onto their knees and were crying with their king.
"For god's sake..."
He ran around the throne until he was in front of the king.
"My lord!" He said again, making sure the king could hear him speak, "The prisoner's have escaped!"
"How is that possible?!" the King said incredulously,
"It seems they had assistance from the beast in the opposite cell!"
"Damn it!" the King cried to the heavens, [c]"Why must this happen to me! Have my sacrifices not been enough? I will not let all of my effort be in vain!"[/b] He turned to a nearby soldier, the tears drying on his face leaving behind a golden glow. "Release the Consumer of Worlds!"
Behind him, the soldiers gasped.
"B-but my lord!" the soldier said, "What about the Prophecy?"
"I have read the prophecy hundreds of times!" He said, "I know what risks I am taking, but they cannot be allowed to continue any further!"
The soldier hurridly ran off to release the beast.
"For the good of the world, they must die." He said.
---
"What's that sound?" Luka asked.
It sounded like there was a tornado just outside the walls, but they were deep underground, it couldn't have been a tornado. Suddenly, there was an almighty roar and the noise stopped.
"Um..." He said. There was silence all about the dungeon. "What was-"
Suddenly, an almighty crack! was heard and the back wall of their cell suddenly shattered into dust and was sucked into a gigantic mouth! The mouth was so massive that he couldn't see anything past it, and then it started to loose chains and bones into its mouth. The suction was so strong that wind started to howl, and he could see Peter was getting sucked in!
"Peter! Noooooo!" But he could do nothing as Peter's metal form was slowly pulled into the yawning abyss of the creature's mouth. It was all he could do to hold pull himself from bar to bar, struggling towards the hole where the others were. Something large and white flew over his head, and he looked back to see...
"No! Not Heena too!"
But he could barely hold on as he was, there was no way he could save her. He struggled towards his friends, until his feet could touch solid ground.
"We need to run!" He shouted over the wind, the wind wasn't as strong but he could feel its strength growing quickly. He picked up Artemis in his teeth and took off as fast as he could, hoping that none of the others would meet the same fate.</s> |
<|description|>Heena
"My family is out there, somewhere. And so is that stupid Stork!"
Age:
17
Species:
Alpaca
Personality:
Brave and adventurous, Heena tends to be the first to step forward in any situation, no matter how bleak or hopeless it might seem. Charging ahead with the mindset that she can succeed when confronted with any challenge. She is generally accepting of others, able to show a smile and some happiness when around anyone she likes. Though she has some inner conflicts considering who she is, she doesn't often speak of them to others, as she doesn't like to appear weak in any regard as she thinks it clashes with her current self.
Likes:
- Flowers
- Romantic Stories
- Spitting
- Anything Sour
- Exploration
- Companionship
Dislikes:
- Whining/Complaining
- Hunger Pains
- Puns
- Heights
- Perverts
- Small, Enclosed Spaces
- People Who Suggest For Her To Shave
- Squirrels
- Nicknames
History:
Raised by a family of Llama's due to being delivered to the incorrect location by a shoddy Stork, Heena lived most of her life wrapped in a lie. As she grew up, she found herself with much more hair than anyone else in her family; She was shorter in every regard, and found herself spitting all over the place awkwardly during dinner. It didn't add up, at least to her. It wasn't until the age of sixteen that she confronted her parents about it and was given the horrible truth; They confirmed her thoughts, telling her she was, in fact, not a Llama.
It was only a few days after that she felt the urge to leave. Knowing that she had a family out there that she never got to know was shocking, and she knew she had to find them in order to clear up who she really was. Though it worried her somewhat; What would this family think of her once she found them? It was, honestly, a little scary. But that certainly wouldn't stop her from finding them, no matter what the cost.
Other:
- Heena can spit farther than almost any other creature.
- Heena can spit out acidic stomach substances, which are not only disgusting, but also can burn depending on what she last ate.
- Heena's hindlegs are fairly strong, and it will hurt if she kicks you.</s>
<|message|>Luka
"General Suckfudge." A deep, brooding voice said.
A man standing next to him visibly cringed, as if he didn't enjoy being called by that name.
"Yes, milord?"
"Where are the misfits now?"
"They are nearing the town, milord." The general said, "They will reach the outskirts soon."
"Are the preparations in place?"
"Yes, milord. The men are in place."
"Hue hue hue hue..." the voice said, "They will never know what hit them!"
Behind him, a soldier whispered to his friend.
"Does he know that everyone takes the piss out of his laugh behind his back?"
The room was silent for a few seconds.
"...He's deaf." His friend said.
Dunt dunt, DUUUUUNNNNNTTT
---
On a hill overlooking the city of Polis, a large glittering city built on several thousand years of trade and debauchery, a rather strange group of creatures stood at its top. There was a moving rusty old-fashioned diving suit, a pretty looking male harpy, a white alpaca with a red bow, a land shark nibbling on a guidebook and an unnaturally swollen blobfish. They had journeyed long and far, one to find a meaning, two for something they never had; and two to find death, and embrace it. Little did they know, their true journey started here...
"Alright, so..." the land shark known as Luka prised a partially eaten guidebook from his teeth. "Apparently the city is called Polis."
He put the book onto the ground and flipped through it with his front paws.
"According to this book, Polis is famous for it's accurate Stork records and it's various dating hotlines."
He peered more closely at the book.
"Apparently Storks come and go pretty often so their records should be pretty extensive. "
He flipped over a page.
"Let's see... There's apparently a pretty popular normal dating hotline which many people use, and there's also a dry-land marine life dating hotline as well. It's also apparently staffed by some pretty friendly Sirens."
He closed the book, satisfied he'd gleaned all he could, and looked back at the group behind him.
"Hopefully we can find more about what we're looking for in this city." He said, "What do you guys want to do first?"</s>
<|message|>Peter S.
"Don't you think this sounds too good to be true? That this whole city has everything we need, and we only traveled a couple weeks to get here?" The dead man continued his rant, "From my hundred years of experience, I can tell you that places like this never turn out like they are supposed to be. And if I was wrong I'd finally be dead, but here I am!"
He took off his helmet and looked at the city, with his empty eye sockets. "You know what,It's no New York,but I think I'm going to give this a chance"</s>
| <|message|>Heena
"... Hmm."
Heena simply stared at the city, as she listened to Luka explain what he could about it. Accurate Stork records, huh? It sounded like a dead-end, but there had to be some issues somewhere in their history. It'd be years and years ago, so obviously their reputation could have gotten better since she was born. What were the chances that same Stork was working still, anyways? The odds couldn't possibly be that high. Probably wouldn't even be able to find the bundle of feathers even if she knew who it was.
Though she wasn't certain this would work out for her, she was excited that the others might be able to find something here. Peter didn't seem to think so, but was still curious, at least. Curiosity went a long way during ventures like this! At least she thought so. Maybe she was wrong? Or maybe she was absolutely right. Who was to say? The only way to find out was to push forward, and that's exactly what she planned on doing.
"New York?" She questioned, looking over at Peter. He was scary looking, and he kind of smelled, but seemed nice enough to Heena. It certainly didn't stop the Alpaca's curious nature from asking, "What's that?"</s> |
<|description|>Artemis
Age: He lost count years ago but apparently, immortal.
Appearance:
While out of water, Artemis develops the swelled, sad look that we all know and love (the picture above describes it quite well). A flabby, useless body is rather shit in combat and in the dating game, as are the small, beady eyes and large nose. In water, his gelatinous body compresses and his body becomes much more fish-like. Deep-sea water is his element and he can handle extreme pressure well because of this (but not psychological pressure because that shits stressful, yo).
When speaking, his voice can sound rather lisp-y, due to his fat lips but he has a rather refined accent (not all that different from Walter Melon from Aqua Teen Hunger Force, since they have the same voice actor, the talented Chris Kadden).
Species: Blobfish
Personality:
If the dictionary was a pop-up picture book, the definition of "pessimism" would have Artemis' ugly face on the slapped onto it. After hundreds (it could be thousands by now...) of years, Artemis has long given up looking on the bright side of life and has developed a sarcastic and 'the glass is half-empty' tone with those he hangs around with or calls a "friend". He is by no-means selfish or mean but he has little time for shit and small talk. You'd think a guy who's lived as long as this would be a bit more open and understanding...
Likes:
-Being a blobfish under water.
-Mangos
-Lady blobfish.
Dislikes:
-Being a blobfish on land.
-The idiots he's stuck with.
-Being alive for thousands of years.
Neutral Opinion:
-Being a blobfish.
History:
Artemis came from the deep-sea Pacific, off the coast of a mysterious island called "Straylia". He doesn't remember much from those early years as a simple blobfish, prowling the bottom of a deep-sea trench for scraps, as he didn't gain sentience until he was much older. Upon realising his own existence, Artemis was overcome with sadness as he realised he hadn't gotten laid yet. In his desperation, he began trying for mates all over the deep-sea trench but to no avail. He was simply too sentient and too clever for the female blobfish. So, he left the trench for warmer waters.
He traveled for years, still not dying or getting laid or finding a purpose. In his 57th year, he was unluckily caught in a fishing line and pulled to the surface by a sea-faring wizard. The wizard recognised his sentience almost immediately and revealed to Artemis that he was most likely immortal, judging by the deteriorated state of his genitals and his body wrinkles. Distraught, he threw himself into the ocean only to remember he's immortal and from the ocean.
He kept going from ocean to ocean as the years went passed, slowly losing count of his own age and place in life. After years of moping about the ocean floor, Artemis flopped onto the surface of the beach a different blob fish. His entire body swelled up and he became even uglier. The immortal blob fish has dragged itself across land for years and has seen the world slowly become stranger and stranger. What he is searching for, he doesn't know. A purpose would be nice but so would some blobfish poontang.</s>
<|message|>Artemis
Artemis felt woozy as flopped to the bottom. He was covered in muck, pieces of stray grass and a sentient worm had crawled into the blobfishs ear hole. He tried to ignore the small whispered vows of revenge it made as it slowly crawled out of his ear and hopped back into the grass, digging itself under the dirt seconds later. "Good lord" groaned Artemis, rolling over onto his front again. As his beady eyes glanced around, he saw Luka chewing on a clump of poisonous berries and happily state the fact. The blobfishs mouth opened and closed again in pure exasperation as a light enveloped his Sand Shark companion and dinged! "Yay!" he exclaimed happily, "I got poison berry nibble!"
"Well, that's a thing, I suppose..." murmured Artemis, his brow furrowing. "You could of left me a few berries, you know. But oh no, the bottomless pit that is Luka must be filled or else it'll explode into a million pieces...". He continued muttering under his breath as he heaved himself forward and flopped across the grass. The city gate was in sight - but it'd take all day and most of Christmas before the blobfish would make it to Polis just by flopping.
"Hey, Luka, be a dear and let me sit on your back" panted Artemis, dragging himself beside his companion. "It'll take years if I go by myself and my old immortal, fishbones hurt."</s>
<|message|>Peter S.
Peter saw a semblance of pity manifest within himself while watching the blobfish pathetically flop towards the city. He picked Artemis up in his tarnished bronze covered hands. "Don't complain if you get tetanus, I'm giving you a free ride out of the pity in my ribcage as I lack a heart. He continued forward, following the suicidal(?) land shark.</s>
<|message|>Humhum
Humhum was at few long moments completely fascinated with the rolling blob fish and land shark. Just watching them until they stopped down on the hill. He didnt even consider to follow the same way down. His feathers were too nice for that.
Instead he fly up and a bit too high up giving a birds eye view of the city in front of him. The tower looked like a great place to rest.
He fly lower and landed closer to the berry bush that had its berry eaten away.'' aww, such a pity they are poisoned Luka mhm~. Please do not explode mmm. '' He said with a hint of worry after hearing Artemis complaining.
''I saw a tavern mhm~ that looked nice just beside the gates mmm inside the city. We could rent mhmmm~ a room there. We arent out of money again, or? hmmmmm?~'' He hummed, tilting his head at Luka, before just walking the gates and entered it. Well nearly. A guard stopped him.
''Say your name and please declare the business you have in this place. Its just protocol.'' One of the two gate guards said eyeing the group. As if debating if they were the most strange group he saw or not in his life.
'' Humhum, I want to mmm~ fall in love. mmmhmmmm~'' He announced proudly continuing, as he ruffled his feathers to pose and look impressive, hopefully breath taking too.'' My friends are all mmm~ nice.''
''Hm... you bunch look like thieves to me.</s>
<|message|>Peter S.
Peter walked up to the guards at the gate. He pulled off his rusty diving helmet and placed it on the ground, after setting down Artemis.His putrid rotting skull was in full view of them."Let me in or I will sate my hunger for the living by eating you two." He let his jaw hang open as he walked closer to the guards."It will be over sooner if you don't squirm."</s>
<|message|>Artemis
Artemis flopped in front of Peter hurriedly, attempting to defuse the situation before he got hurt. "What he means is, we're weary travellers looking for a place to stay for the night. Please, we're not thieves. I mean, look at this bunch, how could they possibly steal any...." Artemis glanced around at his companions. A ditzy llama, a starving Sand-Shark, a dead man with his jaw hanging off and a humming man-bird hybrid looked back at him. "Oh God...." he murmured, realising how strange this must of looked. The guard grunted in agreement. "Okay, we can let you into Polis on a few conditions. A, don't scare the children or the baby seals. You make the baby seals cry, you're out. 2, don't steal anything. X27, take a look in the mirror and fix yourself, you disgusting little sausage" said the guard finally, staring down at the blob fish with a look of disgust. "Oh and we'll need a bit of the old coin before we let you in. You know, for our troubles" said the other guard, a smirk forming on his face.
"The local authorities take bribes, there's stork records and a siren dating service. What a lovely city Polis sounds like" said Artemis, rolling his beady eyes. He flopped around to face his companions. "Okay, men...and lady-llama thing, we're going to need to pull together a bit of cash to give to these individuals before they'll let us in. Thing is, I left my wallet in my other pants, so if one of you can lend me something, I'm willing to pay it back at a later date" said Artemis, with a large shit-eating grin on his face.
Not even in the gates of Polis and he was already looking to break into something.</s>
<|message|>Peter S.
"This is obviously a shakedown, but I'll pay." Peter handed the guard a stack of barnacle encrusted American dollar bills. He hoped these jackasses would take it so that he could get in there and find Brynjolf to give him the old one two for this, also because the thieves guild was full of boring quests.
He whispered to the pink ball of meat:"If this fails I will throw you over the wall. Once over the wall, roll over to the back entrance and open it. Then we can ditch the living weight."</s>
<|message|>Luka
"General Suckfudge." The deep brooding voice said. "Where are the misfits now?"
General Suckfudge heaved a weary sigh.
"They are at the gates, milord," He said, "Our men are in position and they are ready."
"Excellent! Deploy Igor!
As the general rushed off to deliver the message, some sniffling could be heard coming from the figure.
"Father! Brother!" He cried, "I will make you proud!" He then burst into golden, glorious tears as the clouds above parted and allowed a ray of light to fall onto the figure as the angels of heaven sang in chorus; the sunlight outlined a man clad in the finest gold, shining gemstones on his rings. Golden locks flowed in the wind, though none blew in the courtroom, as his beautiful face contorted into an expression of bittersweet sadness.
Behind him, his men's eyes were heavy with tears. This truly was the man they had chosen to serve, though he could hear them not, though he had consumed himself in the pursuit of vengeance. Truly, he was the crown king of Polis.
---
Meanwhile, as the misfits loitered at the city gates, glinting eyes watched from the shadows. But suddenly, a great roar was heard. The group looked above the gate, at the monstrosity that stood before them.
"What is that?!" Luka said.
But Luka would find no answer to his question. The guards in front of them ran off in fear as the hulking mass of muscle stood up and spread it's arms as if in welcome, or perhaps in mockery, then leaned forwards and fell, straight towards the group. They could do little but stare as the herald of their doom descended, and they could do little more when the giant landed...
An almighty boom! could be heard as the giant's body impacted the ground, and cracks started to spread from where he landed. City guards suddenly materialized from several nearby bushes, and proceeded to peel the giant off of the group, before wheeling a large cage-like box on a wagon to the crater.
One by one, our heroes were loaded onto the cage, and the wagon was wheeled off into the city...
---
"W-w-wha-?" In the dark, Luka's eyes weakly fluttered open. "W-where...?"
He looked around him to see... a cell? They seemed to be in some kind of incredibly damp prison cell. He yawned weakly, and tried to stand up, but for some reason he was incredibly weak. He looked up to see all his friends were also there, and for some reason Peter the diving suit was slightly dented. He looked at his surroundings to see colonies of mildew on the walls, some kind of slime being excreted from some cracks in the wall, and many sets of manacles on the far end of the room.
"What happened to us?"</s>
| <|message|>Artemis
"We got caught by the Polis welcoming committee and they checked us into the penthouse of the finest hotel in Polis!" snarled Artemis, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "Look! This clump of hay is the finest in all the land, these manacles are a unique addition and no hotel room is complete without a bucket to shit in!". The blobfish had been awake for several minutes longer than his Sand-Shark companion and had already figured out what happened. Although, he couldn't remember what exactly had happened. One minute, he was asking to borrow some money from his companions and the next minute, a large creature who looked like it'd overdosed on protein shakes had pulled itself out of nowhere and after that, it was a blur of grunts, cries and roars.
And to make it worse, his back had become sunburned and horribly itchy. His flabby, useless flippers couldn't reach around to his back to scratch at the peeling skin, so he had resorted to laying on his back and pushing himself backwards and forwards to merit some relief. He rolled his eyes at Luka and continued grinding his back along the ground, occasionally groaning with relief. While doing so, he looked around the dark cell. His eyes were small and not strong enough to see in the dark properly, so it was all just black, blobby shapes. There was something slimy on the wall beside him, occasionally brushing against the side of his body. He shivered at the feel of it. At least his body was receiving some moisture.
His other companions lay around the cell in various states of unconsciousness, while the only sound to be heard was the dripping of water from the cracks in the walls and the occasional cry from far away. Artemis paused slightly when he heard the cry before sighing at the irritable itch on his back and continued rubbing his back across the ground.</s> |
<|description|>Artemis
Age: He lost count years ago but apparently, immortal.
Appearance:
While out of water, Artemis develops the swelled, sad look that we all know and love (the picture above describes it quite well). A flabby, useless body is rather shit in combat and in the dating game, as are the small, beady eyes and large nose. In water, his gelatinous body compresses and his body becomes much more fish-like. Deep-sea water is his element and he can handle extreme pressure well because of this (but not psychological pressure because that shits stressful, yo).
When speaking, his voice can sound rather lisp-y, due to his fat lips but he has a rather refined accent (not all that different from Walter Melon from Aqua Teen Hunger Force, since they have the same voice actor, the talented Chris Kadden).
Species: Blobfish
Personality:
If the dictionary was a pop-up picture book, the definition of "pessimism" would have Artemis' ugly face on the slapped onto it. After hundreds (it could be thousands by now...) of years, Artemis has long given up looking on the bright side of life and has developed a sarcastic and 'the glass is half-empty' tone with those he hangs around with or calls a "friend". He is by no-means selfish or mean but he has little time for shit and small talk. You'd think a guy who's lived as long as this would be a bit more open and understanding...
Likes:
-Being a blobfish under water.
-Mangos
-Lady blobfish.
Dislikes:
-Being a blobfish on land.
-The idiots he's stuck with.
-Being alive for thousands of years.
Neutral Opinion:
-Being a blobfish.
History:
Artemis came from the deep-sea Pacific, off the coast of a mysterious island called "Straylia". He doesn't remember much from those early years as a simple blobfish, prowling the bottom of a deep-sea trench for scraps, as he didn't gain sentience until he was much older. Upon realising his own existence, Artemis was overcome with sadness as he realised he hadn't gotten laid yet. In his desperation, he began trying for mates all over the deep-sea trench but to no avail. He was simply too sentient and too clever for the female blobfish. So, he left the trench for warmer waters.
He traveled for years, still not dying or getting laid or finding a purpose. In his 57th year, he was unluckily caught in a fishing line and pulled to the surface by a sea-faring wizard. The wizard recognised his sentience almost immediately and revealed to Artemis that he was most likely immortal, judging by the deteriorated state of his genitals and his body wrinkles. Distraught, he threw himself into the ocean only to remember he's immortal and from the ocean.
He kept going from ocean to ocean as the years went passed, slowly losing count of his own age and place in life. After years of moping about the ocean floor, Artemis flopped onto the surface of the beach a different blob fish. His entire body swelled up and he became even uglier. The immortal blob fish has dragged itself across land for years and has seen the world slowly become stranger and stranger. What he is searching for, he doesn't know. A purpose would be nice but so would some blobfish poontang.</s>
<|message|>Luka
"Well, at least we're all alright."
Everyone else seemed to be awake, everyone except for Heena anyways. They hadn't really appeared to experience any lasting damage either, except for Peter's dented helmet.
"Maybe, I'll be able to gnaw through the bars."
Luka plodded over to the iron bars of the cell. They looked to be too thin to squeeze through, even for Artemis. Luka turned his head sideways, and started nibbling on one of the bars.
"Bleh! It's rusty!"
Clearly the bars were quite old, and Luka was treated to a mouthful of good old iron oxide. Regardless, he continued nibbling away at the bars, for lack of a better thing to do. But suddenly, he heard a sniffing sound from the cell ahead of them, and then a sudden loud cough of some sort. The cough resonated up and down the cell block, scaring Luka slightly, but he didn't know how the others were.
Peering into the darkness, he saw a huge looming figure...
Peering even closer, he saw that it too appeared to be nibbling on the bars.
"Oh hey!" Luka called through the gloom, "Do you like nibbling too?"</s>
<|message|>Humhum
In a sudden motion his seat, at the time Peter chest, stood up causing the not so amused harpy to fall off him in surprise and land face first into the moist floor. He moved up from the floor just a bit seeing Peter pacing around complaining . He hummed in a not pleased fashion. Standing up and ruffling his poor feathers to get some of the dust off. He watched Peter for some more moments. It wouldnt be nice to trip him, humhum concluded. Hearing Luka talk to someone, he shifted his attention over.
Walking pass, Peter towards Luka, Humhum did do something he saw humans do all the time. Slapping him over that metal hat thing he tended to wear.
''Luka to who are you talking mmm?'' He asked, looking over and noticing the creature. ''Hello mmm... Are you mmm long here? '' He waved at the creature in question grabbing one of the rusty bars with his claw. Starting to pull at it. Letting pretty much his silent anger at the bar out. It did him good as he started to flap his wings, tugging at it with lot of force. The claw clenching even more thigh around it as if he wasnt able to deiced if he wanted to pull the bar out or clench it dust. It did worked calming at humhum after a bit. Taking a short break from that activity. ''Do you want mmm out too, like us mhm? Maybe we can help each mmm other?'' He tilted his head at the neighbour prisoner creature before listening carefully as he went to his activity of tugging vigorously at the rusty bar.</s>
<|message|>Setheran
Setheran the monster, watched them, all thoughts of trying to chew his way out lost. He could escape right that moment; he knew he might have a good chance at escaping. The problem was that he didn't have a guaranteed chance to escape, because a hundred guards would overpower him, with the organization and cleverness of their commander.
But getting a random group of misfits to help him would make it very much more likely to escape. So, he withdrew his snout from between the bars, and coughed several more times, as he made his way to the edge of the door. He appeared to be looking for something in particular, as he dragged his snout along the edges of his door, nudging each spot where the bolts holding the door to the hallway were at.
And in a minute, he had pushed out all the pins in the stupidly-designed door clearly meant for dumb creatures, and the great door came crashing down into the hallway with a loud bang!
And then Seth the creature stepped out of his cage, looked back and forth, and then spit on the tops of the neighboring cell's bars, where the metal met metal at the very top, against the ceiling. A moment later, the tops of the bars were melted through, and Seth took a bar in his teeth, and veeerrryyyy slowly began bending it out, into the hall, starting to make a hole.</s>
<|message|>Artemis
"What the hell is that?" gulped Artemis, rolling onto his front. He watched through the bars of his cell fearfully as the big creature lumbered towards them. "Woahhh, hold up a minute, big boy. I'm not very tasty, you see, I'm a fish who has been out of water for a while now..." He watched in horror as the monster spat on the top of the bars and burnt the bars. "Jesus Christ...." gasped Artemis, slowly flopping backwards in fear. The creature took a bar in its great jaws and slowly began bending the bar in a downwards direction. "Now come on, now, we don't need to do that" soothed the blobfish, a crack in his voice revealing his fear. This creature was obviously trying to break in and eat them. There was no other explanation for it.
Images of Artemis's body oozing blood and guts in the creatures mouth flashed through his mind. He might be immortal but goddammit, that would hurt! "Seriously, boy, you don't have to do that" whispered Artemis, finding himself in the very back corner of the cell. He whimpered in fear before noticing his companions looked unfazed by the creature at their door. "Yeah, don't worry guys, there's just a huge freaking monster breaking into our cell, I'm probably just overreacting here!" he barked sarcastically. "Sorry that I don't want to be digested over the course of next week and slowly push myself out of a monsters rect-OH JESUS".
The creature had broken down the bars and Artemis was pretty sure he'd shit a small stone.</s>
<|message|>Humhum
Once the upper parts of the bars were melted the one bar Humhum was tugging much easier gave in to him, bending into the cell. He hummed much more pleased. The friendly creature was bending them outsider and Humhum decide to let him do that.
There were others things to get done. Someone would have to carry their still passed out friend alpaca and the too slow for escaping fish.
Walking over to the blob fish who for some reason was going father and father into the corner. Shrugging it off as something Artemis tended to do a lot beside the complain like talk he often had. Smiling at him and humming he tried to complement him. ''Dont be silly I am sure you taste great. mhm mhm mhm~ '' Humhum reached his leg out his claw grabbing around his fish friend. ''Some one mhhhh has to carry Hee~na too mhm~'' He pointed helpfully deciding to not slow himself by carrying her, she was heavier than a fish.
Humhum holding Artemis in his claw flattered easily out the now several outside bend bars. He balanced easily one one leg the fish in his claws pretty much in eye level with the helpfully creature. ''Thank you mmmhm~ We should go left I can feel mmmmmuch~ fresher air that way. mmm'' He patiently waited for all the others to get out before setting on. He will have to groom himself for hours the moment they were outside.</s>
<|message|>Luka
"Thank you mister!"
Luka trotted over to the unconscious Heena. He nudged her a little, but he got no response. They should probably leave, but Luka wouldn't be able to lift the unconscious Alpaca. Perhaps their new monstrous friend could help them instead. He trotted over towards the creature, with the intention of perhaps making a new friend.
"Can you tell us your name, mister?"</s>
<|message|>Setheran
Setheran eyed the creatures intelligently, taking in the smaller forms of what may be, perhaps, his new companions. While the creature's mind slowly ate away at his own intelligence, his morals and thoughts, he couldn't just leave them here.
So instead, he hopped through the small gap, having to twist his head to the side to fit, since his horns jutted out farther on each side than anything else, and bared his teeth at them all. Except, he wasn't growling- rather, his teeth had folded into his mouth, leaving little slits in his gums and worthy of a name like "toothless." Then he approached the passed out long-necked sheep thing, and gently took it in his mouth. Being larger than all the other creatures inside the cell, it didn't take much to lift it, thought he feared his saliva might dirty its wool, he didn't think it'd be that bad.
So he turned and hopped out, ignoring any attempts to speak to it. He didn't try to speak- he already knew he couldn't. Instead, he did what he did know how to do- stared at the sand shark's eyes and used a limited form of telepathy to send a series of images, mainly of letters- S-E-T-H-E-R-A-N. His name. Next, he caught the fidgety harpy in his gaze and sent a series of images of them riding on his back. The harpy he could handle, even with the panicked slab of talking flesh, but he didn't think he could handle a... metal suit thing.</s>
<|message|>Humhum
The images were a surprise to Humhum, it took him a few moments to guess that the creature staring at him was the cause. First time receiving a telepathic message is distracting and unusually. It was lucky there was a series of images making him hum as his response. Shifting his balance on one leg he was standing on, he spoke.
''I prefer to fly mmmhmm, I am quite fast.mmm I could mmm hmmm keep up.''
There was a little bit of pride involved. He was far from the fastest in his colony but he was still fast. He wanted to prove it and show that he could keep up with anyone running. Even a interesting beast like his new friend. On the other hand Humhum was quite nice. Offering a compromise.
'' But if you insist mmm I may instead of riding mm just sit on your back. mhm mhm~ Either way mmm we should go...mmm Peter hurry up mhm. ''
He turned around to check if someone was coming, not seeing anyone he let go of the blob fish. catching Artemis before he hit the ground with the same claw, but now making him face the opposite side than Humhum. The harpy simply thought if there happen to be something behind him Artemis will see it and be really loud about it.</s>
| <|message|>Artemis
Artemis blinked in confusion as he was dropped and caught again. "Oh, okay, bird-man, just throw me around like I'm a football" he muttered to himself. "Sure, lets use the immortal virgin blobfish as a ball to throw at each other, that sounds great". The blobfish had calmed slightly as he saw the monster was not a monster at all - it understood Luka and had scratched its name into the floor with its horn. Well, perhaps it was still a monster but at least it was a sentient monster. As he shifted slightly in Humhum's claws, he glanced around him. The corridor was long and dark, with paved flooring with hay strewn everywhere.
"God, I'd love to roll in the hay sometime" he said out loud. "No, Humhum! I only mean that metaphorically! It was a joke, a joke! Don't throw me into the hay!" Artemis calmed himself somewhat and looked around at his companions. Peter, the metal man and Heena, the alpaca-llama thing, still stood in the cell, motionless. "Well, Jesus Christ, guys, don't let us hold you back" he said sarcastically. "Are we supposed to carry you on this adventure or something? We're trying to discover ourselves, not how freakin' heavy a man in a diving suit is!"
The blobfish sighed. "Well, anyway, seeing as this sentient-monster-thingy isn't going to eat us, we should get out of here. Which way?"</s> |
<|description|>Artemis
Age: He lost count years ago but apparently, immortal.
Appearance:
While out of water, Artemis develops the swelled, sad look that we all know and love (the picture above describes it quite well). A flabby, useless body is rather shit in combat and in the dating game, as are the small, beady eyes and large nose. In water, his gelatinous body compresses and his body becomes much more fish-like. Deep-sea water is his element and he can handle extreme pressure well because of this (but not psychological pressure because that shits stressful, yo).
When speaking, his voice can sound rather lisp-y, due to his fat lips but he has a rather refined accent (not all that different from Walter Melon from Aqua Teen Hunger Force, since they have the same voice actor, the talented Chris Kadden).
Species: Blobfish
Personality:
If the dictionary was a pop-up picture book, the definition of "pessimism" would have Artemis' ugly face on the slapped onto it. After hundreds (it could be thousands by now...) of years, Artemis has long given up looking on the bright side of life and has developed a sarcastic and 'the glass is half-empty' tone with those he hangs around with or calls a "friend". He is by no-means selfish or mean but he has little time for shit and small talk. You'd think a guy who's lived as long as this would be a bit more open and understanding...
Likes:
-Being a blobfish under water.
-Mangos
-Lady blobfish.
Dislikes:
-Being a blobfish on land.
-The idiots he's stuck with.
-Being alive for thousands of years.
Neutral Opinion:
-Being a blobfish.
History:
Artemis came from the deep-sea Pacific, off the coast of a mysterious island called "Straylia". He doesn't remember much from those early years as a simple blobfish, prowling the bottom of a deep-sea trench for scraps, as he didn't gain sentience until he was much older. Upon realising his own existence, Artemis was overcome with sadness as he realised he hadn't gotten laid yet. In his desperation, he began trying for mates all over the deep-sea trench but to no avail. He was simply too sentient and too clever for the female blobfish. So, he left the trench for warmer waters.
He traveled for years, still not dying or getting laid or finding a purpose. In his 57th year, he was unluckily caught in a fishing line and pulled to the surface by a sea-faring wizard. The wizard recognised his sentience almost immediately and revealed to Artemis that he was most likely immortal, judging by the deteriorated state of his genitals and his body wrinkles. Distraught, he threw himself into the ocean only to remember he's immortal and from the ocean.
He kept going from ocean to ocean as the years went passed, slowly losing count of his own age and place in life. After years of moping about the ocean floor, Artemis flopped onto the surface of the beach a different blob fish. His entire body swelled up and he became even uglier. The immortal blob fish has dragged itself across land for years and has seen the world slowly become stranger and stranger. What he is searching for, he doesn't know. A purpose would be nice but so would some blobfish poontang.</s>
<|message|>Luka
"Thank you mister!"
Luka trotted over to the unconscious Heena. He nudged her a little, but he got no response. They should probably leave, but Luka wouldn't be able to lift the unconscious Alpaca. Perhaps their new monstrous friend could help them instead. He trotted over towards the creature, with the intention of perhaps making a new friend.
"Can you tell us your name, mister?"</s>
<|message|>Setheran
Setheran eyed the creatures intelligently, taking in the smaller forms of what may be, perhaps, his new companions. While the creature's mind slowly ate away at his own intelligence, his morals and thoughts, he couldn't just leave them here.
So instead, he hopped through the small gap, having to twist his head to the side to fit, since his horns jutted out farther on each side than anything else, and bared his teeth at them all. Except, he wasn't growling- rather, his teeth had folded into his mouth, leaving little slits in his gums and worthy of a name like "toothless." Then he approached the passed out long-necked sheep thing, and gently took it in his mouth. Being larger than all the other creatures inside the cell, it didn't take much to lift it, thought he feared his saliva might dirty its wool, he didn't think it'd be that bad.
So he turned and hopped out, ignoring any attempts to speak to it. He didn't try to speak- he already knew he couldn't. Instead, he did what he did know how to do- stared at the sand shark's eyes and used a limited form of telepathy to send a series of images, mainly of letters- S-E-T-H-E-R-A-N. His name. Next, he caught the fidgety harpy in his gaze and sent a series of images of them riding on his back. The harpy he could handle, even with the panicked slab of talking flesh, but he didn't think he could handle a... metal suit thing.</s>
<|message|>Humhum
The images were a surprise to Humhum, it took him a few moments to guess that the creature staring at him was the cause. First time receiving a telepathic message is distracting and unusually. It was lucky there was a series of images making him hum as his response. Shifting his balance on one leg he was standing on, he spoke.
''I prefer to fly mmmhmm, I am quite fast.mmm I could mmm hmmm keep up.''
There was a little bit of pride involved. He was far from the fastest in his colony but he was still fast. He wanted to prove it and show that he could keep up with anyone running. Even a interesting beast like his new friend. On the other hand Humhum was quite nice. Offering a compromise.
'' But if you insist mmm I may instead of riding mm just sit on your back. mhm mhm~ Either way mmm we should go...mmm Peter hurry up mhm. ''
He turned around to check if someone was coming, not seeing anyone he let go of the blob fish. catching Artemis before he hit the ground with the same claw, but now making him face the opposite side than Humhum. The harpy simply thought if there happen to be something behind him Artemis will see it and be really loud about it.</s>
<|message|>Artemis
Artemis blinked in confusion as he was dropped and caught again. "Oh, okay, bird-man, just throw me around like I'm a football" he muttered to himself. "Sure, lets use the immortal virgin blobfish as a ball to throw at each other, that sounds great". The blobfish had calmed slightly as he saw the monster was not a monster at all - it understood Luka and had scratched its name into the floor with its horn. Well, perhaps it was still a monster but at least it was a sentient monster. As he shifted slightly in Humhum's claws, he glanced around him. The corridor was long and dark, with paved flooring with hay strewn everywhere.
"God, I'd love to roll in the hay sometime" he said out loud. "No, Humhum! I only mean that metaphorically! It was a joke, a joke! Don't throw me into the hay!" Artemis calmed himself somewhat and looked around at his companions. Peter, the metal man and Heena, the alpaca-llama thing, still stood in the cell, motionless. "Well, Jesus Christ, guys, don't let us hold you back" he said sarcastically. "Are we supposed to carry you on this adventure or something? We're trying to discover ourselves, not how freakin' heavy a man in a diving suit is!"
The blobfish sighed. "Well, anyway, seeing as this sentient-monster-thingy isn't going to eat us, we should get out of here. Which way?"</s>
<|message|>Luka
"My Lord!" General Suckfudg shouted, running in from a doorway beside the throne, "The prisoners have escaped!"
It was then that he noticed that all of the other soldiers had gotten down onto their knees and were crying with their king.
"For god's sake..."
He ran around the throne until he was in front of the king.
"My lord!" He said again, making sure the king could hear him speak, "The prisoner's have escaped!"
"How is that possible?!" the King said incredulously,
"It seems they had assistance from the beast in the opposite cell!"
"Damn it!" the King cried to the heavens, [c]"Why must this happen to me! Have my sacrifices not been enough? I will not let all of my effort be in vain!"[/b] He turned to a nearby soldier, the tears drying on his face leaving behind a golden glow. "Release the Consumer of Worlds!"
Behind him, the soldiers gasped.
"B-but my lord!" the soldier said, "What about the Prophecy?"
"I have read the prophecy hundreds of times!" He said, "I know what risks I am taking, but they cannot be allowed to continue any further!"
The soldier hurridly ran off to release the beast.
"For the good of the world, they must die." He said.
---
"What's that sound?" Luka asked.
It sounded like there was a tornado just outside the walls, but they were deep underground, it couldn't have been a tornado. Suddenly, there was an almighty roar and the noise stopped.
"Um..." He said. There was silence all about the dungeon. "What was-"
Suddenly, an almighty crack! was heard and the back wall of their cell suddenly shattered into dust and was sucked into a gigantic mouth! The mouth was so massive that he couldn't see anything past it, and then it started to loose chains and bones into its mouth. The suction was so strong that wind started to howl, and he could see Peter was getting sucked in!
"Peter! Noooooo!" But he could do nothing as Peter's metal form was slowly pulled into the yawning abyss of the creature's mouth. It was all he could do to hold pull himself from bar to bar, struggling towards the hole where the others were. Something large and white flew over his head, and he looked back to see...
"No! Not Heena too!"
But he could barely hold on as he was, there was no way he could save her. He struggled towards his friends, until his feet could touch solid ground.
"We need to run!" He shouted over the wind, the wind wasn't as strong but he could feel its strength growing quickly. He picked up Artemis in his teeth and took off as fast as he could, hoping that none of the others would meet the same fate.</s>
<|message|>Humhum
Humhum was about to trow the blob fish on the hay as he was asked before Artemis changed his mind. ''You can be confusing. mhmmm.'' He replied waiting for the okay to start moving out.
He picked up the sounds of wind? Well thats sure is nice. Wind was always such a nice thing.... He changed his mind when the source of it started to appear. A beast mount crunching away towards them, starting to inhale pulling them. The harpy started to flap his wings as fast as possible resisting the current of air. This wind was definitely not a nice one. In panic his claws got stronger around the blob fish while the free one grabbed onto the opposite cell bars. Holding onto it for his dear life.
Seeing when his friends got sucked away into the mount. His eyes big in shock. But if he tried to catch them he would have to let go and....
"We need to run!"
That was what he wanted to hear, he didnt need to be told twice. Breathing in he gave his all flapping his wings and grabbing on the ground with his free claw. He run away choosing a direction at random. Most important was not to be there anymore. Ducking his head when some chair flow over his head and into the darkness of the mount.</s>
| <|message|>Artemis
"Oh lord, could this day get any worse?" sighed Artemis as he was whisked into the open mouth of Luka. He wasn't particularly worried that his other companions had been sucked into the stomach of some great big, dirty monster - they hadn't been contributing much to the story anyway. As Luka ran down the hall with Artemis in his mouth, the blobfish became uncomfortably aware of how disgusting the inside of a Land Sharks mouth was. Especially Lukas mouth, who could eat nearly anything. In his teeth, tree branches, fire hydrants and what smelled like a Smeg fridge were all munched up and stuck in the landsharks gums. His breath wasn't much better. Before, when Artemis had stayed several metres away from the Land Shark at all times, the smell had been bearable.
But oh God, sitting in Lukas mouth, the smell that had fermented in the Land Sharks mouth had gone through every orifice of Artemis body. The worst part was he couldn't lift a flipper to cover his blobby nose. "Wow, Luka, I'm impressed that you've kept your dental hygiene at a dentist-improved level!" gagged Artemis. "Really, buddy, keep up the good work. I hope I have the breath and teeth of land shark some day".
As they rounded the corner, Artemis could feel bile swelling at the bottom of stomach. He wasn't even sure if it was anatomically possible for a blobfish to vomit but he didn't want to find out. "Right, Luka, it's been grand but staying in your mouth for more than one post is going to drive me crazy!" called Artemis, flopping forward to the front of the Landsharks mouth. With an almighty grunt that echoed down Lukas throat and bottomless stomach, the blobfish launched himself out of the land sharks mouth. "Good god" he muttered as he rolled across the ground, acutely aware that he stinking of saliva. "I smell like a sewer" he moaned, rolling onto his front and beginning to flop down the hall as fast as he could.
Which was faster than usual. "Oh my lord...Luka! Your saliva has some kind of...slippery quality! I feel like I'm on ice!" grinned Artemis as he slid down the hall as fast as Luka could run. Behind him, a trail of slimy Land Shark saliva formed, showing exactly where he'd gone. "I feel like I'm in the ocean again! This is the best thing ever! Why didn't I come into your mouth before, Luka!?" he exclaimed.
"Not like that. Get your mind out of the gutter, dirtbag" snarled the blobfish to the reader as he slid past.</s> |
<|description|>Nemesis
Gender: Female
Character Type: Cyborgel
Appearance: What skin remains of Nemesis' is pale and fair. Her head is mostly intact, though many parts of her skull and the majority of her spine have been replaced. She has one ear intact: the other is composed of a wireless receiver that connects deeper into her brain. All four of her limbs are mostly missing from her elbows and knees down—all that remains is bone that has been mostly supplanted by metal. She leans towards a lanky build, but the features of her face remain angelic, sporting a soft nose and chin. She is a natural redhead and has blue eyes.
As for wings—these have also been stripped down to bone and replaced with gears and joints to maintain their use (these have since been damaged and are inoperable in her current state). Oddly enough, her natural white feathers still grow from her bones and pockets of functional flesh.
These metal-plated bones (and various other parts of her limbs that are fully replaced by metal and mechanisms) have a copper color. As far as clothes, Nemesis wears whatever is required of the occasion, though her career has mostly dictated plain bodysuits and helmets.
Career: Nemesis was one of the angels whose mental adjustments did not go well. Having lost nearly everything that was her former life, all that remained was a passionate, burning rage. She was not compatible for service-related tasks, and rather than completely scrapping her, she was given a bodysuit and put into military testing for mechanized soldiers and untested military equipment. In simple terms, she was kept in captivity and released to tear apart robotic prototypes, thus exposing weaknesses while highlighting the strengths of each respective model.
Naturally, it was not a career she could last long in. Recovery that took weeks between trials became months as each fracture, rupture, and replacement became more complicated to repair. When she was deemed useless, her weapon implements (namely prototype blades) were removed and she was on the brink of being tossed away with the very same robotic ruins she'd destroyed.
This state of ruin, however, had sated the mindless vengeance she had survived with. Her temperament was mild, not far from comatose, and she was still capable of responding to orders. Given the money spent on her physical adjustments, the company is still in debate over whether she should be re-assigned or simply left to rot.
Skills:
* Bludgeoning: Close combat involving the use of fists is part of the reason she has no flesh left on her hands.
* Sword Use: Close combat involving the use of mundane and plasma blades.
* Supplemented Strength: Due to most of her skeletal and muscle structure being replaced by machinery, she has twice the strength of a normal man, allowing her to pry apart metal sheets and break small bricks.
* Robotic Destruction: Taking apart experimental machinery has given her a refined approach to killing machines—she knows where the weakest points of most combat-related weaponry and mechs are, where their power sources are, and how to bypass impenetrable metal shells to disrupt their power sources.
* Crystal-Code Reading: Due to an implant in her brain called the Crystex-Reader 430, she is capable of reading coded information burned onto Crystex Cores. Crystex Cores are banks of physical memory that can record most, if not all known medias. They are, however, formed from rare materials and require very specific devices to burn data onto them. For this reason, they are used almost exclusively in the military to record and share sensitive information.
In the case of Nemesis, the Crystex-Reader 430 was implanted directly into her brain. It can read Crystex Cores inserted into the device that was once her ear (referenced above) and relay the information at will to her brain. Her brain still has to read and process the information, but this was a very direct means of teaching her how to use equipment that was later applied to her body to be tested.
Supernatural Abilities: Flight—one would assume.
Personality:
* Willful
* Loyal
* Logical
* Sadistic
* Brooding
Bio: Nemesis has only recently come to recall shreds of her past—with her body broken, she had nothing left but to ruminate on her own existence. She knows that, to some extent, she was once a leader responsible for dispatching troops, but who she may have commanded and for what reason she cannot recall. She has the vague understanding that she was once a whole being, without machinery, and that thought alone had caused the rage that sustained her through so much bodily damage.
Apart from those vague facts, she is left only with procedural memory: to respond immediately to commands without question was ingrained into her long before she became a testing puppet for the government. Her grace with the blade has also always been natural to her, and on occasion, she finds herself ruminating on things she has no former recollection or context of, like the patterns of the stars.
Likes: Standing over dismantled robotic foes, warm temperatures, physical exercise, puzzles that blueprints present, and examining objects she has not yet seen before.
Dislikes: Medical centers, animals (she cannot comprehend them), sleep, situations that do not have a very specific objective to accomplish.
Theme Song:Beyond that Prayer
Other: REBORN</s>
<|message|>Razielle
Being sneaky was not her specialty. She slid into alley way after alley way, looking for some form of abandoned building so that she could rest for a brief spell, but no such think was able to be seen for miles. She tried to stay under overhangs so that the rain would not get into her metal parts, but it was very difficult. Sometimes there was never an overhang to be under. When she found one of those, she risked using her metal legs to sprint rapidly to the next one, but as soon as she stopped, she would jolt with a malfunction.
She peered out into the streets and saw the very few humans walking with metal robots of some sort. She didn't recognize them, but thanks to a young group of children playing nearby with them, she learned that they were called "Mechangels". She looked at them and, for some reason, they did not read as "angel" to her. She managed to get further out of town and that's where she began to find abandoned buildings. She found one that seemed to have running water and she hurried directly into that one.
Running upstairs to one of the empty rooms, she quickly stripped off her ragged, torn clothing and scrubbed at her still flesh bits, which was not much. It consisted of her hair, her face, her chest, abdomen, and her left arm. She even had to be careful with her hair because of her attachment in the back that kept on flipping out in front of her right eye with each malfunction.
Once she finished cleaning herself up, she felt only slightly better. She then washed her clothing, tearing off any stringy bits on her top, but leaving the ripped up jeans as they were. She did not want anyone to see her legs. Now, she had a long sleeved crop top with ripped up jeans that shown a little metal through them. Great, she wasn't going to stand out in a crowd.
She rummaged through the abandoned building, looking for a pair of gloves to put over her hands so that her metal hand wouldn't show. She didn't find any, but she did find an old pair of boots to cover up her metal feet and a jacket with pockets and hood. That would have to work for now. She quickly slid into the boots and pulled on her new jacket. She flipped up the hood of her jacket and shoved both her hands into the pockets, nearly ripping the pockets with the force. She cringed with another malfunction and realized that she would have to wait out the rain before she could go anywhere. She sat down on the bed and waited, staring out the gloomy window into this New Society.</s>
<|message|>Kirk Chin
Kirk sat within his stylised hover car parked just outside the first of his gun stores appropriately labelled 'Gun-ho!'. The car was made to look as if it was a Ford Torino, it just wasn't. Without the wheels it felt like driving any old hover car, but alas, wheels were a thing of the past and if Kirk had to catch up with the future he'd do it in style. The sounds of Dr. Feelgood played lightly in the background as smoke slowly filled the air and was sucked out through a small port that led to the exhaust at the back of the car. Hover cars did have their advantages, Kirk would admit that.
He took the cigarette from his mouth as he squinted at his holopad. His vision was getting worse, if he was 20 years younger he would have probably called himself 'Grandpa' at the time as some sort of unfunny insult. If Kirk ever wrote memoirs they would be filled with cringe-worthy paragraphs about him trying to be cool or trying to make one liners before or after killing someone. He sighed, closing the holopad and in turn the article on it about quales or some other now extinct animal. He twisted the key in the ignition and set the car into drive. He drove slowly through the night, the rain sliding down his windshield only for it to be tossed away by the wipers. He loved the rain, he got to see arseholes get soaked while he laughed at them from the comfort of his car.
He parked his car just outside some restaurant. He had to kill time before going home, the old woman who stayed in the flat next to him would want to have a chat and invite him in for tea and as much as Kirk didn't want to go in, he didn't have the heart to tell her "no". He left his car and stood underneath the overarching roof of the restaurant just next to the alley. The cigarette was only halfway done. He liked to stand in the rain every now and then, even if it was artificial.</s>
| <|message|>Nemesis
Voices—she was surrounded by them. Some felt familiar, others foreign, and though each one spoke softly, there were so many that their words bounced off the walls of her head as indistinct echoes. Time she'd lost track of long ago, and in the darkness of pseudo-hibernation, all she could do was imagine what each voice was doing far outside her line of vision. At times like this, she imagined she was being repaired, as every now and again, one of her limbs would be prodded or lifted up. She'd wake up on the table in a lab, restrained until a Crystex Core was inserted into her implant and her new objective was declared.
This time, however, something was different. It was an indistinct something, a new flavor to the air. As she focused on it, her lethargic brain began to process the sensation and, strangely enough, labeled it as intense discomfort. Well, that wasn't new. Nemesis prepared to nestle back into the comfort of unconsciousness until another thought sparked on its own. If she was safely restrained in a lab, why was she in an uncomfortable position? Why was it so cold?
Nemesis' eyes shot open, blank, yet full of unstinting purpose. Though her vision was little more than a blur at first, she eventually came to see that she was in an outside area—namely, a junk heap. Her barely moveable lips cracked into a smirk, and in one smooth motion, she tore the shell of a drone off her torso. That thing had been restricting her ability to breathe for some time; it was evident from the greyish spots on her torso that would soon become bruises.
On some level, she understood what'd happened in her lapse of consciousness. The scientists responsible for her care had made no secret of her increasingly difficult upkeep and the inevitability that she would malfunction beyond repair. Rather than feeling outcast and useless, however, she felt a strange rush of pleasure. The junkyard riddled with her foes of the past was impressive. Here lay her opponents, creation after creation that had not been able to match her. These were her trophies, the sum of her existence, and if her fate truly was to be tossed aside, her value had at least been greater than those doleful creations—for a time.
Like the mortal beings surrounding her, her prime had reached its brink and was fated to retreat until she was nothing but bones and ash. Her lack of commands was, in truth, a very clear command she'd dreaded ever since her first failure to deconstruct a drone: her only task now was to die. It wasn't resentment she felt, but confusion. If she was functional enough to move, to think, to act, why was she resting among the inert remains and other junk from her commanders? Surely, if she was active, there was a purpose beyond submitting herself to the abyss.
Rain drizzled down, and the torn remains of her suit flapped idly against skin and metal as she sat in her heap of victory and contemplated her next move. To attempt to return to the lab would be futile, and even if she wished it, a mere glance at her surroundings was enough to tell such a thing was impossible. She was in unfamiliar, yet familiar territory: she recognized the drones and machinery from the base she'd lived in, but all of the garbage had been dumped off-location.
What choice did she have but to move? Nemesis paid no mind to the racket she made as she dug her legs out from the slimy, broken machinery. It took a bit of time, given that she had only one mechanical arm attached, but then the real feat began. Just rolling down the grimy heap would result in cuts and bruises, and she knew her constitution was already at its limits. She had to carefully wade her way down, letting her legs sink with every step. It was a macabre little symphony as metal bits clinked, scraped, and popped, oozing out pockets of oil and mud.
The next obstacle she faced was much less intimidating: it was nothing more than a wire-linked fence. Beyond it, there was a barren space of land before a smattering of buildings. Past those black shapes was a brighter, taller skyline completely alien to her. Even so, that was sign enough of civilization: there she would find purpose again.
Nemesis slipped her foot into one of the links, then her hand. With her foot on the bottom and fingers on the top, she began to pull it open, effectively ripping the fence apart. When she had a hole large enough to fit through, she edged out of the junkyard. She still received a myriad of shallow scratches from the jagged edges of the broken links as she passed, but that was nothing to her frozen skin. All she could do was limp forward now, either to find her salvation or find her end.</s> |
<|description|>Nemesis
Gender: Female
Character Type: Cyborgel
Appearance: What skin remains of Nemesis' is pale and fair. Her head is mostly intact, though many parts of her skull and the majority of her spine have been replaced. She has one ear intact: the other is composed of a wireless receiver that connects deeper into her brain. All four of her limbs are mostly missing from her elbows and knees down—all that remains is bone that has been mostly supplanted by metal. She leans towards a lanky build, but the features of her face remain angelic, sporting a soft nose and chin. She is a natural redhead and has blue eyes.
As for wings—these have also been stripped down to bone and replaced with gears and joints to maintain their use (these have since been damaged and are inoperable in her current state). Oddly enough, her natural white feathers still grow from her bones and pockets of functional flesh.
These metal-plated bones (and various other parts of her limbs that are fully replaced by metal and mechanisms) have a copper color. As far as clothes, Nemesis wears whatever is required of the occasion, though her career has mostly dictated plain bodysuits and helmets.
Career: Nemesis was one of the angels whose mental adjustments did not go well. Having lost nearly everything that was her former life, all that remained was a passionate, burning rage. She was not compatible for service-related tasks, and rather than completely scrapping her, she was given a bodysuit and put into military testing for mechanized soldiers and untested military equipment. In simple terms, she was kept in captivity and released to tear apart robotic prototypes, thus exposing weaknesses while highlighting the strengths of each respective model.
Naturally, it was not a career she could last long in. Recovery that took weeks between trials became months as each fracture, rupture, and replacement became more complicated to repair. When she was deemed useless, her weapon implements (namely prototype blades) were removed and she was on the brink of being tossed away with the very same robotic ruins she'd destroyed.
This state of ruin, however, had sated the mindless vengeance she had survived with. Her temperament was mild, not far from comatose, and she was still capable of responding to orders. Given the money spent on her physical adjustments, the company is still in debate over whether she should be re-assigned or simply left to rot.
Skills:
* Bludgeoning: Close combat involving the use of fists is part of the reason she has no flesh left on her hands.
* Sword Use: Close combat involving the use of mundane and plasma blades.
* Supplemented Strength: Due to most of her skeletal and muscle structure being replaced by machinery, she has twice the strength of a normal man, allowing her to pry apart metal sheets and break small bricks.
* Robotic Destruction: Taking apart experimental machinery has given her a refined approach to killing machines—she knows where the weakest points of most combat-related weaponry and mechs are, where their power sources are, and how to bypass impenetrable metal shells to disrupt their power sources.
* Crystal-Code Reading: Due to an implant in her brain called the Crystex-Reader 430, she is capable of reading coded information burned onto Crystex Cores. Crystex Cores are banks of physical memory that can record most, if not all known medias. They are, however, formed from rare materials and require very specific devices to burn data onto them. For this reason, they are used almost exclusively in the military to record and share sensitive information.
In the case of Nemesis, the Crystex-Reader 430 was implanted directly into her brain. It can read Crystex Cores inserted into the device that was once her ear (referenced above) and relay the information at will to her brain. Her brain still has to read and process the information, but this was a very direct means of teaching her how to use equipment that was later applied to her body to be tested.
Supernatural Abilities: Flight—one would assume.
Personality:
* Willful
* Loyal
* Logical
* Sadistic
* Brooding
Bio: Nemesis has only recently come to recall shreds of her past—with her body broken, she had nothing left but to ruminate on her own existence. She knows that, to some extent, she was once a leader responsible for dispatching troops, but who she may have commanded and for what reason she cannot recall. She has the vague understanding that she was once a whole being, without machinery, and that thought alone had caused the rage that sustained her through so much bodily damage.
Apart from those vague facts, she is left only with procedural memory: to respond immediately to commands without question was ingrained into her long before she became a testing puppet for the government. Her grace with the blade has also always been natural to her, and on occasion, she finds herself ruminating on things she has no former recollection or context of, like the patterns of the stars.
Likes: Standing over dismantled robotic foes, warm temperatures, physical exercise, puzzles that blueprints present, and examining objects she has not yet seen before.
Dislikes: Medical centers, animals (she cannot comprehend them), sleep, situations that do not have a very specific objective to accomplish.
Theme Song:Beyond that Prayer
Other: REBORN</s>
<|message|>Yuri Volkova
Yuri finally reached the alleyway where the cries came from. He could see a hoverbike parked behind a bright restaurant that was adjacent to the alley. The alleyway itself was dark enough to obscure vision but the Russian saw lights coming from inside the dark area. Yuri wondered if someone was in trouble and pulled out a pistol just in case. The weapon was old school, likely only good for killing civilians that did not have Mechangels protecting them.
Peering from the corner, Yuri tried to assess the situation. Thanks to the light emitted, the Russian could see a person operating on a... discarded Cyborgel? The Russian silently cursed. He was beaten to the punch by a tall male with short blonde hair wearing green overalls. The person in question seemed to be a mechanic and from what Yuri could remember, the green overalls were the uniform for Desium Corp. mechanics. The enemy.
Yuri thought of taking out this Desium Corp. mechanic and liberate the Cyborgel but the mechanic might be armed. He does have the element of surprise but still, a kill would be risky and may draw unwanted attention. As the revolutionary continued to secretly observe the mechanic, a thought came to him. What was the mechanic doing? He seemed to be fixing the Cyborgel, an obsolete series that should be thrown away never to be touched again. Was he scavenging the Cyborgel for parts? The mechanic did not seem to be taking anything. In fact, he seemed to be waiting for the robot to reboot.
With these thoughts, Yuri decided to hold. Waiting for the Desium Corp. mechanic to finish and seeing what would happen next.</s>
<|message|>Lexie Bristol
"I wouldn't mind watching you go, either. I wonder what the big boss would think? hehehe~"
"Mery, you know full well under our workplace agreement that I am entitled to my allocated lunch and tea breaks," Lexie spoke as she shifted around in her chair, moving pieces of paper from one place to another and stapling them together when they seemingly matched. She looked up and saw Mery with a stern look on her face as if to say 'I'm waiting for the comeback', "I just happened to have my break at my desk, if I am allowed to do that?"
Lexie picked up the documents that she had together and placed them within a zip travel folder. As she got up from her desk she proceeded to walk towards the elevator, stepping past Mery without even acknowledging her presence. With a gentle touch she pushed the button and waited for the lift to announce it's arrival with a quiet ding and a swooshing sound from the doors. Lexie stepped inside and held her finger on the open-doors button, waiting for her fellow worker to finally get the hint that it was time to leave work for the day. Mery stepped inside and positioned herself on the back wall out of Lexie's eyesight, but visible through the metallic door reflections.
"So?" She spoke, cracking the silence like the thunder earlier that day, "What plans have you got for your day off?"
A short while later
Lexie stepped out of the elevator and towards the front doors, fuming as she left a stunned co-worker there in shock. Mery was gently rubbing her cheek after the slap that she had received, probably for asking an inappropriate question but who knew what was said within the confined, steel concessionary.
The tower doors swept open as Lexie walked out into the cold, wet streets. Quickly she rushed across the road, holding her folder above her head to repel some of the falling rain. She swiftly dodged the hover cars until she came to the pavement on the other side and took a step into a puddle. Water splashed up in the air and over a nearby pedestrian.
"Damn," she heard him muttered as she looked up to see his pants soaking wet. He looked pissed, like someone just trying to enjoy a walk. He ran his hands through his red hair, showing frustration at what had just happened. @Art of Fun</s>
<|message|>Sasha
"Well, not the answer I was looking for, but at least she can speak," Zac mutters, being able to see her injured and disheveled state even from where he stood.
Hearing the chain-link fence rattle, he looks down to see Sasha squirming through the opening the Cyborgel had made moments before. Once through, she trots over to the Cyborgel and sniffs at her cuts, whining softly. Zac chuckles quietly at the sight before slinging his backpack off of his left shoulder. A moment later, he pulls a handheld set of wire-cutters from the side pocket and gets to work on the fence.
A few moments later, he slips through gap he had made from the hole and walks over to the Cyborgel, slipping the wire cutters in his pocket as Sasha meets him a few feet away. Stopping next to his dog, he looks at the Cyborgel and mutters, "Maybe something more technical would work..." Clearing his throat, he then asks, "Give me a, uh...damage report?"</s>
| <|message|>Nemesis
Nemesis' blue eyes widened as the… thing squeezed itself through the fence, thoroughly disturbed. It was neither robot nor human, but some bizarre, erratic creature, and she did not want it anywhere near her. Sadly, she didn't really have a choice in the matter. With some difficulty, she stood up from her fighting stance, using her single arm to help straighten her left leg out. In the meantime, the human seemed to be prying his way through the fence, and she felt a strange rush of relief. Was she about to be reclaimed?
Whatever hope might have been on her face flattened when the man requested a damage report. For the first time she could ever recall, she entertained the thought of lying. After all, if she was too badly damaged, wouldn't he just leave her to rot as the scientists had? Or perhaps the nature of his question was more benign—did he merely want to make sure that her ability to sense and process was intact? Nemesis scrutinized what she could make of his face, but the light expression he had wasn't helping her dilemma at all.
She went with honest, beginning with the worst. Though her voice seemed entirely natural, like that of a woman's, her tone remained monotone enough to imitate a computer. "Internal body temperature is critical. Neuron receivers in left leg attachment, ports z32 and z37 are damaged; mobility severely impaired. Wing ligaments and operational gears damaged; flight capability impossible. Skin damage moderate, blood loss significant: estimated time before critical system failure is less than an hour."
In an afterthought, the pitch in her voice rose uncomfortably. "I require assistance."</s> |
<|description|>Nemesis
Gender: Female
Character Type: Cyborgel
Appearance: What skin remains of Nemesis' is pale and fair. Her head is mostly intact, though many parts of her skull and the majority of her spine have been replaced. She has one ear intact: the other is composed of a wireless receiver that connects deeper into her brain. All four of her limbs are mostly missing from her elbows and knees down—all that remains is bone that has been mostly supplanted by metal. She leans towards a lanky build, but the features of her face remain angelic, sporting a soft nose and chin. She is a natural redhead and has blue eyes.
As for wings—these have also been stripped down to bone and replaced with gears and joints to maintain their use (these have since been damaged and are inoperable in her current state). Oddly enough, her natural white feathers still grow from her bones and pockets of functional flesh.
These metal-plated bones (and various other parts of her limbs that are fully replaced by metal and mechanisms) have a copper color. As far as clothes, Nemesis wears whatever is required of the occasion, though her career has mostly dictated plain bodysuits and helmets.
Career: Nemesis was one of the angels whose mental adjustments did not go well. Having lost nearly everything that was her former life, all that remained was a passionate, burning rage. She was not compatible for service-related tasks, and rather than completely scrapping her, she was given a bodysuit and put into military testing for mechanized soldiers and untested military equipment. In simple terms, she was kept in captivity and released to tear apart robotic prototypes, thus exposing weaknesses while highlighting the strengths of each respective model.
Naturally, it was not a career she could last long in. Recovery that took weeks between trials became months as each fracture, rupture, and replacement became more complicated to repair. When she was deemed useless, her weapon implements (namely prototype blades) were removed and she was on the brink of being tossed away with the very same robotic ruins she'd destroyed.
This state of ruin, however, had sated the mindless vengeance she had survived with. Her temperament was mild, not far from comatose, and she was still capable of responding to orders. Given the money spent on her physical adjustments, the company is still in debate over whether she should be re-assigned or simply left to rot.
Skills:
* Bludgeoning: Close combat involving the use of fists is part of the reason she has no flesh left on her hands.
* Sword Use: Close combat involving the use of mundane and plasma blades.
* Supplemented Strength: Due to most of her skeletal and muscle structure being replaced by machinery, she has twice the strength of a normal man, allowing her to pry apart metal sheets and break small bricks.
* Robotic Destruction: Taking apart experimental machinery has given her a refined approach to killing machines—she knows where the weakest points of most combat-related weaponry and mechs are, where their power sources are, and how to bypass impenetrable metal shells to disrupt their power sources.
* Crystal-Code Reading: Due to an implant in her brain called the Crystex-Reader 430, she is capable of reading coded information burned onto Crystex Cores. Crystex Cores are banks of physical memory that can record most, if not all known medias. They are, however, formed from rare materials and require very specific devices to burn data onto them. For this reason, they are used almost exclusively in the military to record and share sensitive information.
In the case of Nemesis, the Crystex-Reader 430 was implanted directly into her brain. It can read Crystex Cores inserted into the device that was once her ear (referenced above) and relay the information at will to her brain. Her brain still has to read and process the information, but this was a very direct means of teaching her how to use equipment that was later applied to her body to be tested.
Supernatural Abilities: Flight—one would assume.
Personality:
* Willful
* Loyal
* Logical
* Sadistic
* Brooding
Bio: Nemesis has only recently come to recall shreds of her past—with her body broken, she had nothing left but to ruminate on her own existence. She knows that, to some extent, she was once a leader responsible for dispatching troops, but who she may have commanded and for what reason she cannot recall. She has the vague understanding that she was once a whole being, without machinery, and that thought alone had caused the rage that sustained her through so much bodily damage.
Apart from those vague facts, she is left only with procedural memory: to respond immediately to commands without question was ingrained into her long before she became a testing puppet for the government. Her grace with the blade has also always been natural to her, and on occasion, she finds herself ruminating on things she has no former recollection or context of, like the patterns of the stars.
Likes: Standing over dismantled robotic foes, warm temperatures, physical exercise, puzzles that blueprints present, and examining objects she has not yet seen before.
Dislikes: Medical centers, animals (she cannot comprehend them), sleep, situations that do not have a very specific objective to accomplish.
Theme Song:Beyond that Prayer
Other: REBORN</s>
<|message|>Nemesis
An involuntary chill ran up her spine as the man stepped closer. Out of pure reflex, she stepped back with her good leg, raising her left arm for a preemptive strike. Experience with the smaller, faster drones had taught her it was best to play defensive, waiting for the foe to overextend itself in the first strike so she could easily side-step and counterattack. Distance control was, in many ways, the best defense against attack. Had she not been bred for complete and utter destruction, she might have questioned why she adopted this mindset in the face of accepting help, but she was in critical condition and her instincts to survive in full force.
That's when she remembered—she didn't like the scientists. In fact, there were lots of things she didn't like. She didn't like the cold air or the caustic slime irritating her skin; she didn't like that overactive, furry thing that looked like it might jump and bite at any second; and honestly, she didn't like the human. Being dependent, forced to trust her body in the hands of one with unknown motives was something she resented.
Nemesis' face contorted into an expression of pain, and again, she pressed her hand to her head. Why was she thinking such things? Humans were the ones who gave her purpose; they were the reason she existed. She should not be thinking thoughts of rejection—those were contrary to survival. But… the… pressure in her head! What was that feeling! Something inside was screaming at her to tear the man apart right where he stood.
I must… retain clarity. To be distracted is death. Nemesis' hand clenched into a fist, but it dropped back down to her side. There was something harder in her gaze as she stared back at the man all the same. "I do not require additional attachments at this time. My objective…"
She blinked, realizing that she was giving herself an order, but continued on. "My objective is to survive. Skin damage is irrelevant: warmth and shelter are priority. Assist my movement and take me to warmth and shelter."</s>
<|message|>Yuri Volkova
The Cyborgel had completed its reboot and sprung to life. The mechanic clearly brought the Cyborgel back to life though Yuri wondered why.
The Russian continued to stealthily observe. The Cyborgel was at first confused which turned into fear when she backed up against the wall, telling the mechanic not to hurt her. The mechanic took a step forward and offered a hand, asking her name. It was obvious to Yuri the mechanic meant no harm to the newly-booted Cyborgel though the reason still eluded the Russian. Yuri figured whatever it was, it was likely benevolent.
The Revolution could use a person like him. He would be a big help in restoring the trashed Cyborgels. However, he was still Desium Corp. and Yuri had no idea about his loyalty. The Russian wondered if he should show up. He was identified after all and he had a weapon, but then the mechanic could also have.
Putting the thoughts aside for now, Yuri continued to spy on the duo to know what was going to happen next. He'll show up when it is beneficial or necessary.</s>
<|message|>Lexie Bristol
"Suggest you get in doors. And watch your back. I think you have an enemy out there."
Lexie saw the partially wet male continue on his walk through the diminishing crowds. The rain nor the water on his pants seemed to bother him too much. As for Lexie, she continued her short dash to the entrance of the Subway station nearby and joined the herd of livestock that would travel these dark and danky tunnels on a daily basis.
"Enemy?" she thought to herself as she stood on the escalator that took her down to the Hyper-rail network. "Mery is human. A pawn. Or was he talking about someone else?"
Her skills at sensing other beings wasn't as good as some of the other demons and it was something she could never understand. Maybe in her true form it may be different, but she hadn't changed form in quite a while due to the long hours within the workplace. Still, someone else noticed something and he had this vibe to him that seemed familiar.
"God dammit... I need a fucking break..." she whispered to herself as she bought her fingers up to her eyes and massaged them gently. "Maybe a trip to the Slaying Trench this weekend might sooth me."
The Slaying Trench, a club located deep within the city limits and near impossible to find, that is unless you knew where to find the entrance. It was a place limited to demons and popular for breaking many of the rules set by the humans. The worse part about it was the illegal fights between Cyborgles and Demons. Many of the poor Cyborgels were forcefully programmed to fight each other with refusal being their self termination. Demons seemed to love this, watching these powerful beings reduce themselves down to nothing more than a shell of their former self.
Lexie came to a stop. She looked around at the empty platform that surrounded her and heard a few noises from some teenagers off towards one of the ends. The tunnel's clean tile surface reflected the dim light giving her enough guidance to find a bench to sit on. As she sat there she could see the hologram on the wall indicating that it was only a few minutes until the next train would arrive. A second hologram near by was playing a faint jingle for some candy commercial accompanied with a weird video of dancing pandas.
"Be more careful," she heard in her head as she relaxed, closing her senses off to the world. Her eyes brighten into an emerald green and a couple walking past took a short, second look believing that they were brightly coloured contact lenses. She closed into a slight trance, listening, allowing the world around her to speak it's faint murmurs.</s>
<|message|>Sasha
Zac looks at the Cyborgel, noting her body language and the unsaid emotion in her eyes. She seems like she's completely out of her element, he thinks. Nodding, he then says, "No problem. I know a place nearby we can use until you're better."
As he walks over to the Cyborgel to help her, he notices Sasha staring intently at a mound of junk, her ears perked and tail raised. "Sasha," he says, catching her attention. Relaxing, her tail waves back and forth as she waits for another order. Zac smiles and steps next to the Cyborgel. "I know you aren't comfortable with me being so close," he says, wrapping her arm around his shoulders, "but bear with me, at least for awhile. Just go ahead and use me as a crutch, alright?"
That said, he begins to lead her back over to the hole in the fence. Sasha takes a couple of steps forward, but turns back toward the scrap heap. While it may look like she's looking at it, she's really looking through it, searching for any evidence of the voices she had heard. Unable to see much, however, she turns back toward her master and the Cyborgel and trots back toward them.
Once through the fence, Zac says, "Since it seems like I might have to help you for a little while, mind telling me what you go by? You can call me 'Zac.'"</s>
| <|message|>Nemesis
She stopped breathing. The warm shock of the man's body against her side was nearly enough to make her short-circuit. Never had she been touched in such away, and honestly, she'd forgotten what flesh even felt like. Without her hands, it was only the tops of her limbs in combination with her head and torso that had functional skin. Even if the man's clothes were wet, she could feel the warm press of his skin beneath the softened fabric. The flesh of his shoulder was firm with an inner softness; it was almost like pressing against a cushioned spring.
Nemesis let out a small huff, shuddering as her nerves came back to life. The man must have known that she was having difficulty standing, much less walking, because his arm wrapped around her back and effectively held her to his side. His hand, coming to rest on her waist, felt like something of a hot beacon. Had he any idea it was the very first time she'd ever felt skin with her own?
He's so… soft. I do not understand. Organic matter is weak, so easy to tear apart, yet this is the strength delivering me now. Humans were… different up close, that much was becoming clear to her. It took her a moment to regain her senses, but it was much easier to move when she could lean her weight on him, dragging her bad leg between them. Her head was sagging away from the man, and she honestly didn't have energy to spare in correcting her posture, but the only thing that mattered was that she could see the ground and move accordingly.
She wasn't eager to go through the fence again, but the human had done a decent job in clearing a path. When they were through it, she felt a new buzz of energy: they were really heading back towards human society. What awaited her amid those strange lights and shadows?
"Since it seems like I might have to help you for a little while, mind telling me what you go by? You can call me 'Zac.'" His tone was still light, almost soothing in its calmness. Then again, he wasn't in the middle of freezing to death.
"My designation…" Nemesis stopped short, realizing in a spark of thought that her designation, Nemesis, was not actually a name. She'd been called that by the drone testers because she was the "Boss Level," their literal nemesis. Her purpose no longer seemed to be a nemesis, and thus, her designation was meaningless. If the human was going to help her stumble from the abyss, then—
"Call me by whatever title you deem most fitting… Zac." She wasn't sure if Zac was a title of command or one of those personal titles called 'names,' but she found she had an inherent liking of its sound. "My former designation no longer serves a purpose in my identification."</s> |
<|description|>Nemesis
Gender: Female
Character Type: Cyborgel
Appearance: What skin remains of Nemesis' is pale and fair. Her head is mostly intact, though many parts of her skull and the majority of her spine have been replaced. She has one ear intact: the other is composed of a wireless receiver that connects deeper into her brain. All four of her limbs are mostly missing from her elbows and knees down—all that remains is bone that has been mostly supplanted by metal. She leans towards a lanky build, but the features of her face remain angelic, sporting a soft nose and chin. She is a natural redhead and has blue eyes.
As for wings—these have also been stripped down to bone and replaced with gears and joints to maintain their use (these have since been damaged and are inoperable in her current state). Oddly enough, her natural white feathers still grow from her bones and pockets of functional flesh.
These metal-plated bones (and various other parts of her limbs that are fully replaced by metal and mechanisms) have a copper color. As far as clothes, Nemesis wears whatever is required of the occasion, though her career has mostly dictated plain bodysuits and helmets.
Career: Nemesis was one of the angels whose mental adjustments did not go well. Having lost nearly everything that was her former life, all that remained was a passionate, burning rage. She was not compatible for service-related tasks, and rather than completely scrapping her, she was given a bodysuit and put into military testing for mechanized soldiers and untested military equipment. In simple terms, she was kept in captivity and released to tear apart robotic prototypes, thus exposing weaknesses while highlighting the strengths of each respective model.
Naturally, it was not a career she could last long in. Recovery that took weeks between trials became months as each fracture, rupture, and replacement became more complicated to repair. When she was deemed useless, her weapon implements (namely prototype blades) were removed and she was on the brink of being tossed away with the very same robotic ruins she'd destroyed.
This state of ruin, however, had sated the mindless vengeance she had survived with. Her temperament was mild, not far from comatose, and she was still capable of responding to orders. Given the money spent on her physical adjustments, the company is still in debate over whether she should be re-assigned or simply left to rot.
Skills:
* Bludgeoning: Close combat involving the use of fists is part of the reason she has no flesh left on her hands.
* Sword Use: Close combat involving the use of mundane and plasma blades.
* Supplemented Strength: Due to most of her skeletal and muscle structure being replaced by machinery, she has twice the strength of a normal man, allowing her to pry apart metal sheets and break small bricks.
* Robotic Destruction: Taking apart experimental machinery has given her a refined approach to killing machines—she knows where the weakest points of most combat-related weaponry and mechs are, where their power sources are, and how to bypass impenetrable metal shells to disrupt their power sources.
* Crystal-Code Reading: Due to an implant in her brain called the Crystex-Reader 430, she is capable of reading coded information burned onto Crystex Cores. Crystex Cores are banks of physical memory that can record most, if not all known medias. They are, however, formed from rare materials and require very specific devices to burn data onto them. For this reason, they are used almost exclusively in the military to record and share sensitive information.
In the case of Nemesis, the Crystex-Reader 430 was implanted directly into her brain. It can read Crystex Cores inserted into the device that was once her ear (referenced above) and relay the information at will to her brain. Her brain still has to read and process the information, but this was a very direct means of teaching her how to use equipment that was later applied to her body to be tested.
Supernatural Abilities: Flight—one would assume.
Personality:
* Willful
* Loyal
* Logical
* Sadistic
* Brooding
Bio: Nemesis has only recently come to recall shreds of her past—with her body broken, she had nothing left but to ruminate on her own existence. She knows that, to some extent, she was once a leader responsible for dispatching troops, but who she may have commanded and for what reason she cannot recall. She has the vague understanding that she was once a whole being, without machinery, and that thought alone had caused the rage that sustained her through so much bodily damage.
Apart from those vague facts, she is left only with procedural memory: to respond immediately to commands without question was ingrained into her long before she became a testing puppet for the government. Her grace with the blade has also always been natural to her, and on occasion, she finds herself ruminating on things she has no former recollection or context of, like the patterns of the stars.
Likes: Standing over dismantled robotic foes, warm temperatures, physical exercise, puzzles that blueprints present, and examining objects she has not yet seen before.
Dislikes: Medical centers, animals (she cannot comprehend them), sleep, situations that do not have a very specific objective to accomplish.
Theme Song:Beyond that Prayer
Other: REBORN</s>
<|message|>Yuri Volkova
Lee.
That was the Cyborgel's name.
Ethan.
That was the mechanic's name.
With those in mind, Yuri continued to observe. Lee the Cyborgel almost took Ethan's hand but then she caught a glimpse of her naked body. She jerked backward in embarrassment and hastily took a dirty sheet from the garbage bins, knocking several more cans over just as the trashbots arrived. The litter bots beeped back and forth as they waved past the mechanic and the Cyborgel, quickly getting to work with cleaning up the area.
One turned the corner and bumped its small body smack into Yuri, startling him. Scared, it's monitor changed from a ':3' to a 'DX' with little cartoon tears pouring down its monitor, letting out a strange bawling sound. It's small robotic arms flailed as it's wheels moved its small body in circles around the Russian. "EEEEeeeEEEeeeEEEeeeEEEeeeEEE!" The robot screeched while giving away Yuri's position.
"Shhhh! SHHHHH!" Yuri tried to silence the litter bot, trying to catch it so it could not attract more attention. As he tried to, Yuri accidentally followed it to the open and revealed himself to Ethan and Lee. The Russian mentally banged his head to the wall for making such a mistake but outside, he kept his cool.
With little option left, he slowly aimed his pistol at the duo and stayed silent. Their next action would determine if they were harmless or not.</s>
<|message|>Lexie Bristol
A crowd roared in glee as two Cyborgels fought for their lives, pounding each other with their fists in the desprate attempt to avoid their own deaths. The monsters upon the ledges above threw down words of slander and sin, commanding their minions to complete their betrayal. A few of these monsters were large enough to stand over a home, while others were mere toys compared to the rest, but each one had the same right fist in the air and each one shouted the word "Kill" over and over again.
"Look at the bitch down there," spoke a partially green haired female who was sitting upon the edge with her feet dangling down the side wall. Her boots were tapping against the steel corrugated surface in an almost rhythmic tune while next to her laid a large dog like beast. He sat there analysing the scene before growling a confident response.
"She's weak. A medical Cyborgel. She has no chance again.s.t..."
His voice was cut off by the sight of the female Cyborgel's fist cracking against the throat of it's opponent. The male she was fighting dropped to the ground struggling to breathe and as he laid there the now victor leaned over, placed her hand on the back of his head, and ripped out the motherboard circuit within. A screeching, electronic cry of a dying bot echoed within the cage walls and the poor girl dropped to her knees in sadness.
Lexie watched the scene as she bought up a bottle of wine to her lips and took a large gulp. She was pleased, no, ecstatic, about her prediction and she could sense the companion next to her was pissed at his failed reasoning. The girl below sat there crying at the life she had took. Suddenly her neck twisted in a lightning fashion so that the girl stared straight into Lexie's eyes. Slowly she examined Lexie, tilting her head over to the side so that it appeared in the most unnatural of positions. It rotated beyond a 90 degree angle, enough to break any living creature's spine before speaking out in a possessed baby like voice, "The presentation starts soon!!"
Lexie blinked suddenly in shock, only to see a small child dressed in a Desium Corp school uniform. She looked at the environment around her noticing that she was still within the cold subway. Her memories, they didn't feel right, almost tampered with as if someone was spying on them. Worse of all, she had no idea where this child came from or what she meant by 'presentation'.
"I have a letter," the child spoke out as she lifted her hand up with an offering of paper and writing. Slowly Lexie raised her hand and watched her fingers pinch the corner of the envelope, allowing it to fall limp within her grasp. She looked past the paper to see the girl had disappeared.
"Where did she go?"
"You going to open it already?!?" a voice chuckled to Lexie's side. As she shifted her eyes to see who was occupying the seat next to her she saw the same school uniform and cheesy grin child staring right at her. The girl kneeled on the bench in anticipation disobeying all rules of seating etiquette and somehow moved into that position faster than a second hand on a clock.
As Lexie stared at the child she crept her fingers along the edge until she came across a seem and plucked open the the folds to reveal it's inner contents.</s>
<|message|>Kimaris
This was not the most unusual thing to happen to Kimaris in all his existence, but it was somewhat noteworthy in terms of events within the day. A long time ago, this might have surprised Kimaris. Now it was 'normal'. The demon approached the child at a steady pace, staring down at their small and yellow-clad form sceptically. His lethargic stare went straight into a dangerous glare, hands remaining in his pocket. "You have something for me, 'child'?" He knew better than to think this thing was really a child. No, children did not appear from where there was nothing prior. They were rarely so quiet of light footed that he could not identify them from a mile away.
Someone else was at work here, and they wanted Kimaris' attention. One of his colleagues perhaps? No, no. They would be more direct and go through his attendant, there is no need for this level of odd theatrics or secrecy with him. Even stranger though, who would want anything to do with him outside of his colleagues? Darn strange. Either way he had little to fear from whoever sent this child, or the child its self. He was Kimaris after all, and anyone with a memory long enough to remember the forming of the New Society knew that attacking Kimaris was like running head first into a truck-
Not wise at all.
Reaching a hand out of his pocket, he snatched the letter from the suspicious little thing's hands, peering it over.</s>
<|message|>Sasha
Zac looks at Nemesis for a few moments. The last time he had to give someone/thing a name was when he found Sasha, but that was a completely different matter altogether. As far as he was concerned, due to the feeling he had had since he was a child, that Cyborgels were more than what they seemed, he was about to name a full-grown woman. Well, if she wants to move on from her past, whatever that was, he thinks, and me giving her a new name would help with that, then who am I to argue?
He stays quiet for the rest of the walk, mulling over what to name her. Meanwhile, Sasha, unaware of the unintentional hitchhiker now caught in her fur, trots alongside Nemesis, her tail wagging as she looks up at the Cyborgel.
Eventually, they reach an old, abandoned office building. Zac helps Nemesis sit down against the far wall, well away from the window, and shrugs off his rifle and backpack. As he opens his bag and pulls out a folded blanket, Sasha sits next to Nemesis, as if waiting for an order that would let her help the Cyborgel. After laying the unfolded blanket on top of Nemesis, he sits next to her and asks, "How does the name 'Alexis' sound?"</s>
| <|message|>Nemesis
"Alexis?" The name sounded foreign on her tongue. She closed her eyes and leaned her head against the wall, as if considering it. In truth, she was simply drinking in the fact that her skin was no longer being soaked by freezing rain. Before actually forming an opinion of the name, she used her good arm to unfold the blanket, spreading it over her body as she pulled her knees in close.
It was a strange little huddle, but it more or less worked to trap what little body heat she was producing. To accelerate the process, she nudged closer to Zac, brushing her skin and scraps of clothing against his side. "Alexis is acceptable." In fact, anything was acceptable as long as he would be her personal heater.
Panting from the other creature next to her made her eyes narrow. "What is that thing?"</s> |
<|description|>Lexie Bristol
Gender: Female
Character Type: Demon
Appearance:
Unlike many other demons, Lexie has a demonic form that looks more human like than demon.
Career: Secretary to a Desium Corp Manager within the weapons sales division.
Skills:
- Excellence in hand to hand combat with additional melee weapons training.
- The ability to monitor various sectors of the city through sales and distribution of their goods. If a section becomes too hot or too cold an inquiry is produced to ensure that everything is running smoothly.
Supernatural Abilities:
- When in Release form she is able to vastly increase her strength and speed as well as summon her personal, demonic weapon "Loutka".
- Lexie owns a special axe known as "Loutka" that was forged from Hell itself. The axe is also viewed as a cursed weapon because of what happens when the wielder spills their own blood onto the blade, and only after an injury has been inflicted upon a victim. When these two steps are complete the axe head will begin to glow a brilliant white and lock the two fighters into a joint unison for only a maximum of a few minutes. Any injuries inflicted upon the wielder will be mirrored back onto the joined victim as well. In essence, the wielder becomes a temporary voodoo doll for the victim as "Loutka" believes each time it draws blood off the wielder, it is attacking the other person. This spell however has a long cool down period where the weapon and wielder must rest.
- Although not used often when she is in her Release form she is able to flick out her hand in order to shoot a plasma, energy ball.
Personality: Calm and assertive but when in Release form she can often appear insane.
Bio: Lexie, being within the sales division, is able to monitor the traffic and sales of their products to both demons and humans. Mostly this was used to help their marketing department in order to control where they need to advertise and ship their goods. Occasionally though, thanks to rebels and black market dealers, some of their deliveries would go missing with couriers winding up dead or dismantled. This is where she would be sent on special assignments to simply retrieve what rightfully belonged to Desium Corp. After all, it isn't easy explaining a 1 million dollar stock loss to the company.
Outside of work she enjoys the underground life of the city, often venturing into raves deep within abandoned car parks under the city buildings or pits where disposed Cyborgels were forced to fight against each other or demons for illegal betting. These environments allowed her to feel more at home with the chaos and despair that they spilled out while reminding her of the past where the demons won against the angels.
She owns an apartment near a top level of one of the City towers. The view gives her the feel that she like a god looking down on her people, judging the and watching them like ants
OPTIONAL
Likes: Art, Wine, Dancing
Dislikes: Cats (It's a demon thing), Milk
Theme Song: Duality - Slipknot
Other: Trivia - Loutka in Czech means Puppet
Reborn</s>
<|message|>Razielle
Being sneaky was not her specialty. She slid into alley way after alley way, looking for some form of abandoned building so that she could rest for a brief spell, but no such think was able to be seen for miles. She tried to stay under overhangs so that the rain would not get into her metal parts, but it was very difficult. Sometimes there was never an overhang to be under. When she found one of those, she risked using her metal legs to sprint rapidly to the next one, but as soon as she stopped, she would jolt with a malfunction.
She peered out into the streets and saw the very few humans walking with metal robots of some sort. She didn't recognize them, but thanks to a young group of children playing nearby with them, she learned that they were called "Mechangels". She looked at them and, for some reason, they did not read as "angel" to her. She managed to get further out of town and that's where she began to find abandoned buildings. She found one that seemed to have running water and she hurried directly into that one.
Running upstairs to one of the empty rooms, she quickly stripped off her ragged, torn clothing and scrubbed at her still flesh bits, which was not much. It consisted of her hair, her face, her chest, abdomen, and her left arm. She even had to be careful with her hair because of her attachment in the back that kept on flipping out in front of her right eye with each malfunction.
Once she finished cleaning herself up, she felt only slightly better. She then washed her clothing, tearing off any stringy bits on her top, but leaving the ripped up jeans as they were. She did not want anyone to see her legs. Now, she had a long sleeved crop top with ripped up jeans that shown a little metal through them. Great, she wasn't going to stand out in a crowd.
She rummaged through the abandoned building, looking for a pair of gloves to put over her hands so that her metal hand wouldn't show. She didn't find any, but she did find an old pair of boots to cover up her metal feet and a jacket with pockets and hood. That would have to work for now. She quickly slid into the boots and pulled on her new jacket. She flipped up the hood of her jacket and shoved both her hands into the pockets, nearly ripping the pockets with the force. She cringed with another malfunction and realized that she would have to wait out the rain before she could go anywhere. She sat down on the bed and waited, staring out the gloomy window into this New Society.</s>
<|message|>Kirk Chin
Kirk sat within his stylised hover car parked just outside the first of his gun stores appropriately labelled 'Gun-ho!'. The car was made to look as if it was a Ford Torino, it just wasn't. Without the wheels it felt like driving any old hover car, but alas, wheels were a thing of the past and if Kirk had to catch up with the future he'd do it in style. The sounds of Dr. Feelgood played lightly in the background as smoke slowly filled the air and was sucked out through a small port that led to the exhaust at the back of the car. Hover cars did have their advantages, Kirk would admit that.
He took the cigarette from his mouth as he squinted at his holopad. His vision was getting worse, if he was 20 years younger he would have probably called himself 'Grandpa' at the time as some sort of unfunny insult. If Kirk ever wrote memoirs they would be filled with cringe-worthy paragraphs about him trying to be cool or trying to make one liners before or after killing someone. He sighed, closing the holopad and in turn the article on it about quales or some other now extinct animal. He twisted the key in the ignition and set the car into drive. He drove slowly through the night, the rain sliding down his windshield only for it to be tossed away by the wipers. He loved the rain, he got to see arseholes get soaked while he laughed at them from the comfort of his car.
He parked his car just outside some restaurant. He had to kill time before going home, the old woman who stayed in the flat next to him would want to have a chat and invite him in for tea and as much as Kirk didn't want to go in, he didn't have the heart to tell her "no". He left his car and stood underneath the overarching roof of the restaurant just next to the alley. The cigarette was only halfway done. He liked to stand in the rain every now and then, even if it was artificial.</s>
<|message|>Nemesis
Voices—she was surrounded by them. Some felt familiar, others foreign, and though each one spoke softly, there were so many that their words bounced off the walls of her head as indistinct echoes. Time she'd lost track of long ago, and in the darkness of pseudo-hibernation, all she could do was imagine what each voice was doing far outside her line of vision. At times like this, she imagined she was being repaired, as every now and again, one of her limbs would be prodded or lifted up. She'd wake up on the table in a lab, restrained until a Crystex Core was inserted into her implant and her new objective was declared.
This time, however, something was different. It was an indistinct something, a new flavor to the air. As she focused on it, her lethargic brain began to process the sensation and, strangely enough, labeled it as intense discomfort. Well, that wasn't new. Nemesis prepared to nestle back into the comfort of unconsciousness until another thought sparked on its own. If she was safely restrained in a lab, why was she in an uncomfortable position? Why was it so cold?
Nemesis' eyes shot open, blank, yet full of unstinting purpose. Though her vision was little more than a blur at first, she eventually came to see that she was in an outside area—namely, a junk heap. Her barely moveable lips cracked into a smirk, and in one smooth motion, she tore the shell of a drone off her torso. That thing had been restricting her ability to breathe for some time; it was evident from the greyish spots on her torso that would soon become bruises.
On some level, she understood what'd happened in her lapse of consciousness. The scientists responsible for her care had made no secret of her increasingly difficult upkeep and the inevitability that she would malfunction beyond repair. Rather than feeling outcast and useless, however, she felt a strange rush of pleasure. The junkyard riddled with her foes of the past was impressive. Here lay her opponents, creation after creation that had not been able to match her. These were her trophies, the sum of her existence, and if her fate truly was to be tossed aside, her value had at least been greater than those doleful creations—for a time.
Like the mortal beings surrounding her, her prime had reached its brink and was fated to retreat until she was nothing but bones and ash. Her lack of commands was, in truth, a very clear command she'd dreaded ever since her first failure to deconstruct a drone: her only task now was to die. It wasn't resentment she felt, but confusion. If she was functional enough to move, to think, to act, why was she resting among the inert remains and other junk from her commanders? Surely, if she was active, there was a purpose beyond submitting herself to the abyss.
Rain drizzled down, and the torn remains of her suit flapped idly against skin and metal as she sat in her heap of victory and contemplated her next move. To attempt to return to the lab would be futile, and even if she wished it, a mere glance at her surroundings was enough to tell such a thing was impossible. She was in unfamiliar, yet familiar territory: she recognized the drones and machinery from the base she'd lived in, but all of the garbage had been dumped off-location.
What choice did she have but to move? Nemesis paid no mind to the racket she made as she dug her legs out from the slimy, broken machinery. It took a bit of time, given that she had only one mechanical arm attached, but then the real feat began. Just rolling down the grimy heap would result in cuts and bruises, and she knew her constitution was already at its limits. She had to carefully wade her way down, letting her legs sink with every step. It was a macabre little symphony as metal bits clinked, scraped, and popped, oozing out pockets of oil and mud.
The next obstacle she faced was much less intimidating: it was nothing more than a wire-linked fence. Beyond it, there was a barren space of land before a smattering of buildings. Past those black shapes was a brighter, taller skyline completely alien to her. Even so, that was sign enough of civilization: there she would find purpose again.
Nemesis slipped her foot into one of the links, then her hand. With her foot on the bottom and fingers on the top, she began to pull it open, effectively ripping the fence apart. When she had a hole large enough to fit through, she edged out of the junkyard. She still received a myriad of shallow scratches from the jagged edges of the broken links as she passed, but that was nothing to her frozen skin. All she could do was limp forward now, either to find her salvation or find her end.</s>
| <|message|>Lexie Bristol
The sun shone with the brightest of lights and the warmth filled the air as Lexie laid relaxed in her chair with her eyes closed. She could feel a warm breeze brushing over her body with her hair gently swaying back and forth, but all that emotion, that sense of serenity, was reduced to nothing when the sound of a thunder cracking off in the distance could be heard. Slowly she opened her eyes and found herself staring at a ceiling light with enough brightness to leave shadow spots in her eyes when she blinked. The humming sound of a warm air-conditioning unit could be heard close by and as she propped herself back up in her chair the air swept past her for about the ten thousand time that day.
She must have dozed off, no, she 'had' dozed off because when she looked at the clock she could see that 15 minutes had passed by and next to the clock was a half finished coffee that was loosing it's ability to let off steam. "What was I up to?" She thought as she surveyed the desk to see what paperwork was left behind.
The foyer Lexie worked in was up on one of the higher levels of the Desium Corp building. Before her desk laid about 500+ square meters of near emptiness. The only things beside her desk that filled the room was a few potted plants, two lounges, a coffee table and a rug to accompany them. Behind her was a set of double doors that lead to her manager's office, before her were two elevator doors, and over to the side was a conference room which was currently being occupied by a few select individuals discussing the progress of the Mechangles roll-out as well as future plans for their weapon's distribution. All in all it made the day fairly dull and considering this was her 6th day on a row at work, Lexie was kind of over the week.
At that moment the doors creaked open and several higher ups began to flow through towards the elevator. They were chuckling and applauding themselves for the brilliant work that they had done, even if all it happened to be was a signature on a document. One of the men dispatched from the group and walked over towards Lexie with a file in his hand and handed it towards her. She put out her hand and took it off him reading the headline.
"Sales and Growth - 2st Quarter"
"Sir, did you want me to input your notes into your latest file report?" she inquired.
"That would be wonderful. We've come across a few anomalies again. Seems like we're having the same problems with the Revolution as what we did last year." Her manager spoke as he rested his hand against the table to prop himself up. He was a tall person. Fairly thin and of a middle age, but still young appearance.
"How did you want to handle it?" Lexie leaned back in her chair with a sense of curiosity, secretly hoping for something to do.
"Nothing at the moment. We have too much else going on with the roll-out and we've decided that we'll deal with the few... miss-deliveries... when the time comes." Pushing himself off the table he began to walk towards his office before calling back, "Oh, and once you finish. Go home and have a day off."
"As you wish Mr Kagome." She spoke as she was left to her silent room to finish off the day.</s> |
<|description|>Lexie Bristol
Gender: Female
Character Type: Demon
Appearance:
Unlike many other demons, Lexie has a demonic form that looks more human like than demon.
Career: Secretary to a Desium Corp Manager within the weapons sales division.
Skills:
- Excellence in hand to hand combat with additional melee weapons training.
- The ability to monitor various sectors of the city through sales and distribution of their goods. If a section becomes too hot or too cold an inquiry is produced to ensure that everything is running smoothly.
Supernatural Abilities:
- When in Release form she is able to vastly increase her strength and speed as well as summon her personal, demonic weapon "Loutka".
- Lexie owns a special axe known as "Loutka" that was forged from Hell itself. The axe is also viewed as a cursed weapon because of what happens when the wielder spills their own blood onto the blade, and only after an injury has been inflicted upon a victim. When these two steps are complete the axe head will begin to glow a brilliant white and lock the two fighters into a joint unison for only a maximum of a few minutes. Any injuries inflicted upon the wielder will be mirrored back onto the joined victim as well. In essence, the wielder becomes a temporary voodoo doll for the victim as "Loutka" believes each time it draws blood off the wielder, it is attacking the other person. This spell however has a long cool down period where the weapon and wielder must rest.
- Although not used often when she is in her Release form she is able to flick out her hand in order to shoot a plasma, energy ball.
Personality: Calm and assertive but when in Release form she can often appear insane.
Bio: Lexie, being within the sales division, is able to monitor the traffic and sales of their products to both demons and humans. Mostly this was used to help their marketing department in order to control where they need to advertise and ship their goods. Occasionally though, thanks to rebels and black market dealers, some of their deliveries would go missing with couriers winding up dead or dismantled. This is where she would be sent on special assignments to simply retrieve what rightfully belonged to Desium Corp. After all, it isn't easy explaining a 1 million dollar stock loss to the company.
Outside of work she enjoys the underground life of the city, often venturing into raves deep within abandoned car parks under the city buildings or pits where disposed Cyborgels were forced to fight against each other or demons for illegal betting. These environments allowed her to feel more at home with the chaos and despair that they spilled out while reminding her of the past where the demons won against the angels.
She owns an apartment near a top level of one of the City towers. The view gives her the feel that she like a god looking down on her people, judging the and watching them like ants
OPTIONAL
Likes: Art, Wine, Dancing
Dislikes: Cats (It's a demon thing), Milk
Theme Song: Duality - Slipknot
Other: Trivia - Loutka in Czech means Puppet
Reborn</s>
<|message|>Kimaris
This was not the most unusual thing to happen to Kimaris in all his existence, but it was somewhat noteworthy in terms of events within the day. A long time ago, this might have surprised Kimaris. Now it was 'normal'. The demon approached the child at a steady pace, staring down at their small and yellow-clad form sceptically. His lethargic stare went straight into a dangerous glare, hands remaining in his pocket. "You have something for me, 'child'?" He knew better than to think this thing was really a child. No, children did not appear from where there was nothing prior. They were rarely so quiet of light footed that he could not identify them from a mile away.
Someone else was at work here, and they wanted Kimaris' attention. One of his colleagues perhaps? No, no. They would be more direct and go through his attendant, there is no need for this level of odd theatrics or secrecy with him. Even stranger though, who would want anything to do with him outside of his colleagues? Darn strange. Either way he had little to fear from whoever sent this child, or the child its self. He was Kimaris after all, and anyone with a memory long enough to remember the forming of the New Society knew that attacking Kimaris was like running head first into a truck-
Not wise at all.
Reaching a hand out of his pocket, he snatched the letter from the suspicious little thing's hands, peering it over.</s>
<|message|>Sasha
Zac looks at Nemesis for a few moments. The last time he had to give someone/thing a name was when he found Sasha, but that was a completely different matter altogether. As far as he was concerned, due to the feeling he had had since he was a child, that Cyborgels were more than what they seemed, he was about to name a full-grown woman. Well, if she wants to move on from her past, whatever that was, he thinks, and me giving her a new name would help with that, then who am I to argue?
He stays quiet for the rest of the walk, mulling over what to name her. Meanwhile, Sasha, unaware of the unintentional hitchhiker now caught in her fur, trots alongside Nemesis, her tail wagging as she looks up at the Cyborgel.
Eventually, they reach an old, abandoned office building. Zac helps Nemesis sit down against the far wall, well away from the window, and shrugs off his rifle and backpack. As he opens his bag and pulls out a folded blanket, Sasha sits next to Nemesis, as if waiting for an order that would let her help the Cyborgel. After laying the unfolded blanket on top of Nemesis, he sits next to her and asks, "How does the name 'Alexis' sound?"</s>
<|message|>Nemesis
"Alexis?" The name sounded foreign on her tongue. She closed her eyes and leaned her head against the wall, as if considering it. In truth, she was simply drinking in the fact that her skin was no longer being soaked by freezing rain. Before actually forming an opinion of the name, she used her good arm to unfold the blanket, spreading it over her body as she pulled her knees in close.
It was a strange little huddle, but it more or less worked to trap what little body heat she was producing. To accelerate the process, she nudged closer to Zac, brushing her skin and scraps of clothing against his side. "Alexis is acceptable." In fact, anything was acceptable as long as he would be her personal heater.
Panting from the other creature next to her made her eyes narrow. "What is that thing?"</s>
<|message|>???
@Fairess
The pixiebot remained quiet, turning her eyes to the two and listening intently. As quietly as she could with this gOD DAMN DOG WAVING HER ABOUT. Then she was thumped to the ground. G-guh... at last... now she could escape... She wriggled through the fine hairs, struggling with her escape.
of Fun@NuttsnBolts
Letter:
'Company Associates,
There is urgent business in the city square. Report immediately to this vicinity in the best attire you can manage on such short notice. A presentation will be made to the public in address of the newest Mechangels technology. It is up to us to keep the public happy.
Revlis Tongs
Desium Corp President.'
of Fun
The child watched, waiting for the demon to finish his readings. Then, satisfied, the child turned and ran... straight into oncoming traffic. The umbrella they were carrying goes flying.... and the blood is washed into the gutter.
"You done reading now?" The peppy school girl popped off the bench, her eyes ecstatic. The subway roared as it began to draw nearer to the station. "That's good. I have to go now. Bye-bye!" The school girl ran for the tracks just as the train had come. She leaped straight into it's path, the crowd waiting for the subway gasped and covered their mouths as blood sprayed against their faces. Shocked. A distraction to give the demoness room to leave without notice.
@pure493
"...?" Lee cocked her head to the side and raised an eyebrow. "What do any of those words mean, Ethan?" Clearly she was confused. His big words didn't mean a thing to her and that was obvious. Then someone came out from the edge of the alley.
As Lee turned her head and looked at him, her pupils shrank. In the screen over her eyes, her sights narrowed in on the gun and read: Hostile.
The rain stopped.
It hung in the air just as it had been a moment before, but it remained still. Time seemed to slow, but it all happened so quickly.
Lee's hand lashed out, and in suit, the rain followed, forming an extended arm to lash the gun from the spys hand. Her other hand moved in response, like a coordinated dance, the rain would mold around Yuri's body and hold him up in the air.
Her arms stilled. Her eyes were blank but distantly focused. Behind her, her green hair seemed to give the illusion of being longer... She had reacted entirely on instinct but... Her eyes widened, life returning to them. The rain started up again, continuing to fall as it should have. As she pulled back, so would the spy fall. She stared at her hands, more terrified than ever.
She looked to Ethan, her gaze full of deathly fear.
"What am I?!"
[ABILITY UNLOCKED: Hydrokinesis]</s>
<|message|>Sasha
Feeling Alexis lean close to him, Zac can't help but feel his cheeks warm up, strangely enough. However, not sayign anything, he gently lays his arm across her shoulders, deciding it would help her warm up faster. Hearing her question, he looks at Sasha and chuckles. "That's my dog and partner in crime, Sasha," he says.
Clicking his tongue, Sasha happily stands and trots around to his other side, where he scratches her behind the ear. "She's been with me ever since I found her a few months ago. When I found her, she was starving and running a fever. I nursed her back to health and she's been at my side ever since."
Sasha then leans over Zac's chest and lightly licks Alexis' cheek. Zac chuckles and says, "I think she's taken a liking to you, already."
As he gently strokes the dog's back, a thought occurs to him. Looking down at the Cyborgel huddled against his side, he asks, "So, uh, do you need to eat? Like, for fuel or anything? Because, I have some bread in my backpack you're more than welcome to."</s>
| <|message|>Lexie Bristol
The smell of blood filled the air as the train's brakes screamed to a halt. These weren't the only screams that could be heard within the underground platform as people in shock rushed over to the edge in an attempt to try and save the poor girl... but their efforts were futile. There was barely any body mass left to be saved and that's when the feelings of chaos and horror filled the air. People looked around to determine where it was that the girl came from and who it was that spoke to her last, but all they could see was an empty bench.
Lexie had used the distraction to quickly plan an escape. She knew that going back through the station would only lead to crowds of people that would hoard her attempts of making it to the streets on time, so instead she leapt onto the adjacent train line and fled her way up one of the tunnels. A short time later she had managed to safely reach the end and walked out into the open air.
The rain was still falling down, but within this particular area it seemed to have eased off to a light shower. Using her time wisely Lexie made her way across the tracks to the closest roadway, within her hands were her shoes that she had taken off earlier to make it easier to walk along the blue metal grounding.
Acting swiftly she followed the fence line along the edge of the tracks until she came across a gated area that opened out to the free world. She looked down and grabbed the padlock, giving it a tight squeeze. Her eyes changed colour, her hair spouted extensions of green, and a shadow swirled around her body to change into a dark, leather dress. Instantly the padlock exploded into a shower of fragments allowing her access back to the streets. Lexie breathed out slowly and watched the small changes loose their colour before they dropped to the ground and shattered into a million pieces. The slight smell of sulfur filled the air as Lexie proceeded through the gateway.
Stepping back into her shoes, dusting herself off and holding her folder tightly within her grasp, Lexie walked ahead and followed the group that was making it's way towards the city square.</s> |
<|description|>Lexie Bristol
Gender: Female
Character Type: Demon
Appearance:
Unlike many other demons, Lexie has a demonic form that looks more human like than demon.
Career: Secretary to a Desium Corp Manager within the weapons sales division.
Skills:
- Excellence in hand to hand combat with additional melee weapons training.
- The ability to monitor various sectors of the city through sales and distribution of their goods. If a section becomes too hot or too cold an inquiry is produced to ensure that everything is running smoothly.
Supernatural Abilities:
- When in Release form she is able to vastly increase her strength and speed as well as summon her personal, demonic weapon "Loutka".
- Lexie owns a special axe known as "Loutka" that was forged from Hell itself. The axe is also viewed as a cursed weapon because of what happens when the wielder spills their own blood onto the blade, and only after an injury has been inflicted upon a victim. When these two steps are complete the axe head will begin to glow a brilliant white and lock the two fighters into a joint unison for only a maximum of a few minutes. Any injuries inflicted upon the wielder will be mirrored back onto the joined victim as well. In essence, the wielder becomes a temporary voodoo doll for the victim as "Loutka" believes each time it draws blood off the wielder, it is attacking the other person. This spell however has a long cool down period where the weapon and wielder must rest.
- Although not used often when she is in her Release form she is able to flick out her hand in order to shoot a plasma, energy ball.
Personality: Calm and assertive but when in Release form she can often appear insane.
Bio: Lexie, being within the sales division, is able to monitor the traffic and sales of their products to both demons and humans. Mostly this was used to help their marketing department in order to control where they need to advertise and ship their goods. Occasionally though, thanks to rebels and black market dealers, some of their deliveries would go missing with couriers winding up dead or dismantled. This is where she would be sent on special assignments to simply retrieve what rightfully belonged to Desium Corp. After all, it isn't easy explaining a 1 million dollar stock loss to the company.
Outside of work she enjoys the underground life of the city, often venturing into raves deep within abandoned car parks under the city buildings or pits where disposed Cyborgels were forced to fight against each other or demons for illegal betting. These environments allowed her to feel more at home with the chaos and despair that they spilled out while reminding her of the past where the demons won against the angels.
She owns an apartment near a top level of one of the City towers. The view gives her the feel that she like a god looking down on her people, judging the and watching them like ants
OPTIONAL
Likes: Art, Wine, Dancing
Dislikes: Cats (It's a demon thing), Milk
Theme Song: Duality - Slipknot
Other: Trivia - Loutka in Czech means Puppet
Reborn</s>
<|message|>Ethan Everux
Ethan was astounded. "What the? Since when do Cyborgels question their orders?" he wondered.
He kept edging back to his bike. "I can't just leave her here, if she falls to rebel hands and Desium OPSEC tracks down who altered her programming... Plus the crazy man wants her. Who knows what sort of weird nefarious purpose they would use her for," he thought. "Damn it. Why today! Why did it have to be today!"
With his right hand behind his back, he opened up his holopanel. He could feel his thumb rest easy over a red button.
He looked at her and then at the crazy man in the raincoat. It was obvious that the crazy wanted the Cyborgel. If he surrendered her he would probably get shot. If he ran he would likely get shot, regardless of what the crazy man said. You couldn't trust crazy men.
Decision points and courses of action raced through his head. "Screw it," he thought and thumbed down the button.
The holopanel immediately began to send a distress signal to all nearby police units. "In a few seconds, this place will be crawling with police. Just gotta not get shot until then. And figure out a way to have them not investigate the Cyborgel," Ethan thought.
He turned his head to the Cyborgel Lee again. "Look, you need to come with me. That man needs a lot of help. Probably mental help. You shouldn't listen to anything he says," he said.</s>
<|message|>Yuri Volkova
(pure493, the ninja.)
It looked like Ethan identified Yuri as a revolutionary much to the Russian's chagrin. The mechanic immediately tried to sever contact from Yuri by saying he is merely a worker and want nothing to do with the conflict between the Revolution and the Desium Corp and New Society.
"Ah but by repairing the Cyborgel to functioning condition, you already have something to do with the conflict. It may be small but it is clearly an act against Desium Corp., yes?" Yuri said, his tone polite and not at all hostile despite the words themselves. "Great job, by the way."
The mechanic, still wary of the revolutionary, began walking towards his hoverbike. Yuri wondered if he was going to report the Russian. It was doubtful since Yuri could report him back and they would be both in trouble. But all that did not seem to matter for Lee the Cyborgel stopped the mechanic.
Lee told Ethan that Yuri knew something about her and demanded that he come along. Both Lee and Yuri turned to the mechanic for the answer. A few moments of silence passed before Ethan gave his answer in the form of alerting the police through his holopanel.
The action startled and disappointed Yuri. "What are you doing?! They will destroy us both and scrap the Cyborgel once more!" The Russian yelled at the mechanic. "We need to vacate the area. There are abandoned buildings near here but if you want, you can head back to your shop to hide."
Should he be uninterrupted, Yuri will take off his raincoat, revealing a set of fine clothes fitting for a citizen of New Society. Pulling out an umbrella, he will tell Ethan. "Be careful, okay? You are not a bad man, maybe a bit close-minded but not bad. Keep her safe, she is part of our salvation."
With his leather-gloved hands, the Russian would pick up his raincoat and throw it in the garbage along with his weapon. "Tsk. That was vintage." Yuri would quickly exit the alleyway with the open umbrella, looking like another New Society citizen.</s>
<|message|>Liron
Fire. Fire. Fire.
The broken mantra had been running through Liron's mind, along with the command to "save the mutt." The fact Liron could find neither was a source of distress, although the name of the feeling didn't come quite to the angel's mind. The broken chain, however, stopped when the small black creature which awoke him (a cat said a voice in his head, its called a cat) began to rub its face against his own.
Liron's facial features didn't change as his good arm reached out and buried its fingers in the feline's fur, petting it. It was wet he couldn't help but notice, slowly beginning to realize it was raining.
Cranning his head toward the sky, he watched the tears of heaven beat down, the mantra of fire in his head dying to nothing leaving behind a vague, empty feeling. Besides the aches and pains across his body. Which was odd. There had been injections for that in the past. Or was it pills? Another shot of pain through his leg told him it didn't matter.
Where is the captain? Why isn't she here? Where am I? The pitiful thoughts came through his mind, not quite piecing together he had been thrown away and forgotten.
"Captain?" he called out weakly, his voice hurt and sore, cracking a bit too. "I am here."</s>
<|message|>???
[NPC UNLOCKED: Mel The Artist]
NOM!<3
The small teenager took a bite out of her onion bagel, practically humming in happiness. Cooked to perfection out of a toaster and swipped up and down with a disgusting amount of butter.
Only to her it wasn't disgusting, in fact it was just barely enough. Any day she didn't have to cook for herself was a great day, and even better, it was raining and gave her the chance to show off her Totoro umbrella. Most people didn't use umbrellas anymore, just their Mechangels. She would probably be using one too if she didn't dislike them so much. Her parents tried to give her one at one point in time but Mel never used it, so, disgruntled, her parents sent it back. She never did much like the whole AI thing, plus her Tumblr friends also said that it was totally immoral. It was bad for environment or whatever. Plus Y factor Judge Natalia Rills totally reamed a guy the other day for not owning one to use as a microphone on stage, so there was also a factor of trying to get rid of Mechangels to picket the celebritie's standing on the show.
Not that would last long. But, whatever.
As she passed an alleyway she couldn't help but hear a weak voice coming from the trash bins. It caused her to turn, bagel still in her mouth. "Mmn?"
Her eyes widened as she saw him. Stroking the fur of a cute cat that she totally wasn't going to take home with her tonight oh my gosh what a cutie I wonder if I can make him play chopsticks on the keyboa.... Ahem. Right. Injured guy. That's a thing. She rushed over and knelt down, her shadow falling over his. She held her umbrella over him, concern bright on her face.
"H-hey, are you alright...?" She asked, tentatively pulling trash off of him.
"EEEEEE!" The pixiebot flailed in distress as it tried to squirm away from the incoming hand.
@PaulHaynek
The Cyborgel's eyebrows creased. She looked at her hands, thinking about what she had just done with the water. The police were already on their way, sirens blazing nearby.
"No! I said he comes... WITH!"
Her hands ripped upward, lifting the walking away Russian into a ball of-more gently gripping-water, keeping his face free. She ran at Ethan and leapt onto his bike as the sirens came closer. "DRIVE!" She demanded, a sudden amount of authority in her voice.</s>
<|message|>Razielle
Razielle squeaked and jumped away from the robots, landing on the window sill. The two little robots ran around her feet, as if they are AI. Well, maybe they were. It's completely possible, considering the fact that she didn't remember anything from before the junkyard. She carefully stepped down off the window sill and looks at the small robots. They zip around the floor for a brief moment before disappearing out the door once again. She raises an eyebrow and follows them out, looking around. Those little robots had disappeared into the house, completely vanishing from her sight. The high pitched beeps and low pitches seem to be all around her, but she can't focus in on one exact one.
She begins to walk around the building, checking into different rooms. It seems like a normal apartment. She peeks into the doorways, seeing beds, torn up and ruined from rats or something like that. She sees some items left by the old owners when they had disappeared. She walks into what seems like a little boy's room and she looks around. She notices a flat board in the corner and she peers at it curiously. She walks over and taps it. Suddenly, a little humming filled the air and the little board floats up. She jumps back and sees that it stays stationary, unlike those little robots. She sighs and taps it again. It goes back to the ground. This new world is so strange for her.
She proceeds to walk back out of the room and continues to look around.</s>
<|message|>Sasha
Zac had just been about to pull the bread out of his bag when he heard the small voice. A moment later, Alexis had lunged across his lap, reaching toward Sasha. Or, rather, her tail. Reacting quickly, he reaches up and catches her wrist, stopping the weakened Cyborgel. If she were at full power, odds are my hand would have come off, he realizes.
Pushing that thought away, he says, "Easy, there. Let's not make any rash decisions, alright?"
Gently sitting Alexis back up, he scoots behind Sasha, who had jumped to her paws, thinking Alexis had been trying to play, thus causing her tail to wag quickly. "Sasha, still," Zac says as he pulls out the wire cutters from before.
Once Sasha had calmed down, Zac looks at her tail to see the pixiebot tangled in her fur. As he uses the wire cutters to snip away at Sasha's fur, careful not to cut any of the pixiebots' exposed wires, he says to the small machine, "So, what are you doing tangled up in my dog's fur?</s>
| <|message|>Lexie Bristol
Something just didn't seem right and as Lexie was pushed around backstage she couldn't help but think about all that just happened. A fellow demon warning her about a mysterious presence, a child that appeared out of nowhere to deliver a message, and her death that prompted Lexie to make a quick escape. She was used to straight up violence that she experienced on a weekly basis at the Slaying Trench, but not this horror show. To top it off it seems like she was now technically back at work again. This was going to be a long day.
Lexie stood there with the most dull of expressions as one of the make-up artists went to work cleaning the now weathered appearance up.
"So what's happening here?" she spoke up to the young artist.
"I do not know. I was told about a presentation and that's all ma'am."
Lexie held her arm out and slowly pushed away the young girl mouthing, "It looks fine," as she walked over to a nearby table and sat upon the edge. Pulling her folder onto her lap she flipped it open and began to peel back the pages, looking for any information on today's agenda. She could see the meeting that occurred back at the office, but after that there was nothing to speak of.
"Weird?"
Even when she looked around the room for any familiar faces she was only drawing blanks. Many of these people seemed to be lost in their own world with the setup, but they all were working together like a swarm of bees. All collectively buzzing around the place knowing what each other was doing before the words were even spoken.
"Lexie!" a voice called out from afar as a young male with a headset motioned for her to come over to his position. Closing the folder she walked over to his position near the stage that was almost ready for it's reveal.</s> |
<|description|>Lexie Bristol
Gender: Female
Character Type: Demon
Appearance:
Unlike many other demons, Lexie has a demonic form that looks more human like than demon.
Career: Secretary to a Desium Corp Manager within the weapons sales division.
Skills:
- Excellence in hand to hand combat with additional melee weapons training.
- The ability to monitor various sectors of the city through sales and distribution of their goods. If a section becomes too hot or too cold an inquiry is produced to ensure that everything is running smoothly.
Supernatural Abilities:
- When in Release form she is able to vastly increase her strength and speed as well as summon her personal, demonic weapon "Loutka".
- Lexie owns a special axe known as "Loutka" that was forged from Hell itself. The axe is also viewed as a cursed weapon because of what happens when the wielder spills their own blood onto the blade, and only after an injury has been inflicted upon a victim. When these two steps are complete the axe head will begin to glow a brilliant white and lock the two fighters into a joint unison for only a maximum of a few minutes. Any injuries inflicted upon the wielder will be mirrored back onto the joined victim as well. In essence, the wielder becomes a temporary voodoo doll for the victim as "Loutka" believes each time it draws blood off the wielder, it is attacking the other person. This spell however has a long cool down period where the weapon and wielder must rest.
- Although not used often when she is in her Release form she is able to flick out her hand in order to shoot a plasma, energy ball.
Personality: Calm and assertive but when in Release form she can often appear insane.
Bio: Lexie, being within the sales division, is able to monitor the traffic and sales of their products to both demons and humans. Mostly this was used to help their marketing department in order to control where they need to advertise and ship their goods. Occasionally though, thanks to rebels and black market dealers, some of their deliveries would go missing with couriers winding up dead or dismantled. This is where she would be sent on special assignments to simply retrieve what rightfully belonged to Desium Corp. After all, it isn't easy explaining a 1 million dollar stock loss to the company.
Outside of work she enjoys the underground life of the city, often venturing into raves deep within abandoned car parks under the city buildings or pits where disposed Cyborgels were forced to fight against each other or demons for illegal betting. These environments allowed her to feel more at home with the chaos and despair that they spilled out while reminding her of the past where the demons won against the angels.
She owns an apartment near a top level of one of the City towers. The view gives her the feel that she like a god looking down on her people, judging the and watching them like ants
OPTIONAL
Likes: Art, Wine, Dancing
Dislikes: Cats (It's a demon thing), Milk
Theme Song: Duality - Slipknot
Other: Trivia - Loutka in Czech means Puppet
Reborn</s>
<|message|>Yuri Volkova
The police chase reminded Yuri of St. Petersburg where exactly the same happened. Except he was sitting inside a car and not floating in midair in a blob of water held together by a powerful entity. Save that, it was pretty much the same. Especially the fleeing vehicle heading straight-long into a wall. "ETHAN! LOOK OUT!" The mechanic noticed and pushed hard on the brake. The deceleration caused the bottom of the hoverbike to lift up but it was too late.
Yuri braced for impact but for some reason, all he felt was a thud on the ground like he just fell. His eyes opened and saw the bike had indeed hit the wall and shattered through it. Pieces of brick and debris were everywhere. Why he was unharmed was still a mystery for the Russian. He had a feeling Lee had something to do with it.
The Russian got up and quickly surveyed his surroundings. The crash scene was in a casino and there was already a news helicopter covering it. The blare of police sirens reached Yuri's ears which told him to leave immediately. Lee the Cyborgel was nowhere to be found but he did find Ethan the mechanic lying on a casino table with a cloaked person checking up on him.
Yuri made his way towards the mechanic. "Ethan? Are you alright? We need to leave." Upon getting closer, the Russian saw that the cloaked person's eyes were extended out and examining Ethan. The person was certainly not a Mechangel so it could be a... "Another Cyborgel?" He asked out loud.</s>
<|message|>Lexie Bristol
The orange eyes that Lexie stared into into had managed to make her feel like the smallest of ants in the world. They were a colour in which she rarely saw and for him to glare at her with them meant that she was perhaps pushing the boundaries.
"After today it won't matter anyways," Mr Kagome spoke as the colour began to fade out of his eyes and the tone of his voice bought the conversation to a respectable level of etiquette. He pulled back from Lexie and motioned for her to walk and talk.
Lexie followed and in a soft voice answering his last phrased sentence. "You're talking about the Mechangles presentation, aren't you?"
"That is correct. Afterall it is our division that has taken care of the weapon's portion of the Mechangles Project, and you of all people should know what these new models will be capable of," he paused in his footsteps for a moment as they reached the far end of the backstage area, "However this..." his hand lifted as he pointed to the screen outside that was partially visible through the curtains. He pointed, and repointed his finger each time being a little more forceful, showing that it was beginning to really piss him off.
"Fuck!" Lexie's supervisor swore under his breath as he snapped his hand down and placed it into his pocket, pulling out a packet of cigarettes. He popped open the lid and held the whole pack to his lips, pulling out a fresh smoke with his mouth before lighting it with a gold plated zippo lighter. Relaxing himself from the stress he was causing he raised a question for Lexie to answer.
"When was your last fight?"
"A few months ago, sir."
"Who was it?"
"A few Revolutionary members, attempting to steal one of our deliveries to a Mechangle factory."
"Casualties?"
"None, they were apprehended for questioning."
"Shit," he ran his hand through his hair trying to think of what to do in the meantime. "I'm in two minds here, whether to send you to go and deal with that Cyborgel or whether to keep you here until the big man gets here."</s>
<|message|>Liron
Liron wasn't sure what he was expecting when she ignored his, well, he supposed it was a request to take him to the fire station. His head (along with the rest of his body) was screaming in agony, each time his broken leg hit a step pain shot through his body as if he had been branded with a hot iron and he had to bite his tongue to keep from crying out in agony. Still, tears welled up in his eyes - it seemed even when his mechanical eyes they seemed to have forgotten to take out his tear ducts.
Finally, finally they managed to get to her apartment. His eyes glanced around, taking everything in. A person's home could say a lot about them with their decorations. Liron had learned over the course of the years to at least give a cursory look around since it could help if he found himself consoling the family. A room with a lot of religious artifacts, such as crosses, were more likely to be soothed by telling them the Lord would be watching out for them than someone who had none. Sometimes if the house was a lost cause, he would look for anything which might lessen the blow, even a little bit. He typically looked for photos, preferably of families, since people tended to appreciate those the most. Especially if they forgot to back them up somewhere, which seemed to be a lot.
However, when he looked around this young woman's apartment, he didn't glean any new information. It was odd and colorful, just like her.
"Vos habere potuit in salutem. Habebis ignis.I am awake."
His attention immediately turned to the TV, which was an older model, and he caught sight of two green eyes bore right into the camera. Of course, Liron could understand the Latin which was being uttered, however he didn't really register it as a different language due to the vast amount of pain and discomfort in his mind. However, as a firefighter he didn't exactly like the idea of "there will be fire."
His brow furrowed as he moved a brush poking into his backside. He didn't really know what was going on, and with his scattered memory and the massive amount of pain he was in he was hardly beneficial to the fire department if he returned. He sighed as he glanced to where the sounds where coming from, not quite to make sure of the situation. Still it would be unbecoming not to at least thank her.
"Thank you in advance for your assistance. Not many would have stopped," Liron called out, as he adjusted himself to find a more comfortable position.</s>
<|message|>???
@Pure493@ScarlettWaters16
Ethan mumbled something incoherent, feeling very dizzy from his crash. It would be clear that, for now, the mechanic would be out of commission. Thus he did not respond the cyborgel asking if he was okay.
However, the face that was on all the screens of channel 7 news tumbled into the opening in the wall the crashed hover bike had made, causing many casino patrons to reel back in shock. This was quite a lot to take in, obviously. On her eye-screens, she glanced at the other cyborgel in the room and read that she was as such like Lee. Lee wordlessly scooped Ethan up, her mechanical parts beneath the skin making it an easy feat. She turned to Yuri, her eyes back to being soft and her demeanor quiet. "Take me somewhere safe. I am not welcome here." She turned to the cyborgel girl beside her. "Come with us as well. We must move quickly."
The TV turned off without warning. From the bathroom doorway, Mel had the remote.
"News is so depressing, no good to watch it." She murmured before dropping down beside the angel. She smiled at his thanks. "You're very welcome. I'd be kinda heartless if I didn't help, ya know? By the way, You're a cyborgel right?" She was rolling up the long, loud pant legs of the samurai pants she had wiggled onto him earlier, a first aid kit AND toolbox by her side. "I've just like.... never noticed that the A.I. was so humany."
She slowly looked to straighten his legs out so she could work on them, wincing. Oh god she didn't think it was THIS bad... ah hell, she could do this.
{CHARACTER UNLOCKED: A POWERFUL DEMON.
Enter: Atemisk Refilu}
A throaty chuckle came from behind the two.
"Go nowhere, my doves. We have work here to do." A red haired, well made up man grinned at the two of them. It was rare to see the CEO not smiling with both warmth and a sneer at the same time, this time was no different. "The fools may be awakening but they are far from being a threat."
His eyes fell on Lexie.
"Lovely as ever my dear," He gripped her hand and gently placed a kiss on the back of it. His eyes met hers and he seemed to nearly bore into her very state of being, like his pupils were examining every fragment of color in hers. Buji Kagome cleared his throat beside him.
"Should we be starting, then, sir?" Buji asked, appearing to try to pull the CEO from his secretary.
"But of course," Atemisk replied, turning to Buji but keeping his eyes on Lexie. "Prepare the camera crew, Mr. Kagome. Lexie, dear, you will come with me." He began toward the stage, looking both smooth and considerably refined.</s>
<|message|>Razielle
@PaulHaynek@Pure493
Razielle stares at the girl. How does she know what she is? Off of some impulse that the young girl put upon her, Razielle draws back her hood and pulls off her boots as well as her gloves. Her metal legs now exposed and shining, she turns to Yuri and says, "If you need a safe haven, there is a small empty building a few blocks from here. It is possible for us to hang out there for a moment until we find something safer." She jerks her chin toward the unconscious in Lee's arms. Pressing her hand to her heart and holding it out to them in a respectively gesture, she says, "I am Razielle. I can help heal him if you would like, but we need to go now."
She glances around nervously as people look at her and stare at her metal legs and arm. She rolls her shoulders uncomfortably and looks to Lee. "You know what I am and you know what I can do. This place is one of the safest that is nearby." Her voice is quiet so most people except the young cyborgel in front of her can't hear her. "Please, let us go."</s>
| <|message|>Lexie Bristol
Buji began commanding the camera crew as he walked away from the duo. You could see it in his eyes that he had a hint of annoyance especially when he stood a fair distance away while keeping the CEO and Lexie within his peripheral vision.
Guiding her to where he desired, Atemisk gently pushed her along away from the crowd of workers. A feeling of lust, whether it was for her or just simply power, could be felt in the air around him as the two moved away from back stage and to the corner of the curtains, giving them full view of their audience and the skies above.
Lexie looked over towards the scenes of chaos in the distance and prompted a question that was plaguing her mind, "What will we do about the rogue Cyborgel? But more importantly what has been going on lately?" Turning around and looking back at the crew she could see her manager had lost interest in what the two of them were up to, commanding workers to do all these little insignificant jobs. "Everything leading up to this. I cannot understand the death (of children), the blood, the desire for an angel to watch the world burn."
She stepped forward over to the edge of the curtain and placed her hand upon the giant material tassel, positioning herself where the young stage director had told her to be earlier. The material felt smooth and soft as she ran her fingers along the seams. She whispered "I guess you could say that I'm becoming too human. Twenty years and I have forgotten what home was truly like."
Lexie rested her arms upon the rope and attempted to guess which of the workers were human, and which were disguises. A feat that she remembered she could complete effortlessly a lifetime ago.</s> |
<|description|>Yuri Volkova
Yuri the Ivan
Gender: Male
Character Type: Human
Appearance:
Description: Standing at 5'9, Yuri has a well-built body thanks to his time in the military. Since he is in Russia, he usually wears thick or furry clothing for the cold but will readily ditch it when he goes to somewhere warmer. Like a stereotypical Russian, Yuri really likes ushankas and will wear them whenever possible and when it does not get in the way.
Career: Former military. Currently a Revolutionary.
Skills:
*Expert melee combatant (especially with his tomahawk-knife combo)
*Average marksmanship
*Can rally people with speeches
Supernatural Abilities: N/A
Personality:
=Defiant
=Brave
=Brutal
=Fair
=Poetic
Bio:
Yuri was born 4 years before the angels came in a rural village in Russia. There he was taught patience, hard work and other idealistic virtues which Yuri brought with him as he aged. When he was 15 years old and right when Cyborgels were being handed out, he went to St. Petersburg to get higher education where he met Friedrich Kroenen, a German just two years older than him, who is also studying there until he could get back to Germany. The two became great friends because of their shared interest in philosophy.
Both enlisted in the military to keep the citizens of New Society safe from the radical revolutionaries. Both became close to the unit they were assigned to and both seemed on the way to becoming fire-forged brothers. However, Yuri was a big fan of conspiracies and liked looking into things beyond what they looked like. The Russian was once anti-angel and was glad they were defeated for he thought their heavenly appearance were lies and readily believed the words against them.
But one thing bugged Yuri. How and where did the anti-angel weaponry came from? And why were there Cyborgels, androids that looked like the enemy? There were reasons but Yuri found them lacking to have servants modeled after the enemy. Because of this, Yuri and other like-minded individuals in his unit, tried to delve deeper. He invited Friedrich in the search for the truth but unfortunately his German friend did not share his ideals and, under orders from the higher-ups, had Yuri detained.
Or at least tried to have Yuri detained. The Russian caught wind of this and fled with the other associates. Yuri went low in Russia for a while and continued to search for the truth. It was then he managed to get a hold of a friendly revolutionary who told him the whole story of what happened to the angels. Yuri was a bit skeptical at first but believed in it after connections from the story and the current things made perfect sense.
Days after the revelation, Yuri decided to return to his home village to start spreading the word of the revolutionaries. However, he found his village under attack from the military... with Friedrich Kroenen at the lead. Trying to detain him was one thing but Yuri could not believe his former friend would lay waste on his village. Yuri could only watch as his home burned and his family put to death. The Russian swore he would get revenge and the fates blessed him with an opportunity when Friedrich's unit decided to take a rest in the village's ruins.
Using his training and knowledge of the military, the element of surprise some well-placed explosives, he managed to take out his friend's troops and also set Friedrich on fire via Molotov Cocktail. His former friend managed to douse himself with a nearby puddle before running towards the woods. Yuri chased after him ultimately lost him to the woods' fog.
Knowing that his traitorous friend was probably still alive, Yuri officially joined the revolutionaries to fight for the oppressed angels and the deceived mankind and in the hopes he would encounter his friend again. He fought the military arm of New Society continuously, while hearing about a captain among them wearing a gas mask, to where he is now, hoping to meet Friedrich Kroenen for one last reunion.
OPTIONAL
Likes:
+Cyborgels
+Freedom
+Philosophy
+Cookies
Dislikes:
-Desium Corp.
-New Society
-Friedrich Kroenen
Theme Song:
Other:
"We were lied to. All this time we've been fighting the wrong enemy. The angels really have come to bring us, humanity, salvation. To deliver us to the next world. And what did we, humanity, do? We looked the other way. We listened to the venomous lies of opportunists, of power-hungry men, of demons in human flesh. We fought against our saviors and enslaved every last one of them. Turned them into mindless servants for us, humanity, who then indulged in the many sinful vices of life and forgot the virtues of our great ancestor heroes.
But the fight is not over. Once the true revolution begins, the world will be REBORN anew and the facade of peace Desium Corp. imposes will come crashing down! The angels will once again take their rightful place as judges and... I hope they forgive us for what we've done. Though I will not be surprised if they do not, if they condemn us all to Hell. It is what we deserve after all, after our numerous blasphemies and pain we've caused them."</s>
<|message|>Nemesis
"Alexis?" The name sounded foreign on her tongue. She closed her eyes and leaned her head against the wall, as if considering it. In truth, she was simply drinking in the fact that her skin was no longer being soaked by freezing rain. Before actually forming an opinion of the name, she used her good arm to unfold the blanket, spreading it over her body as she pulled her knees in close.
It was a strange little huddle, but it more or less worked to trap what little body heat she was producing. To accelerate the process, she nudged closer to Zac, brushing her skin and scraps of clothing against his side. "Alexis is acceptable." In fact, anything was acceptable as long as he would be her personal heater.
Panting from the other creature next to her made her eyes narrow. "What is that thing?"</s>
<|message|>???
@Fairess
The pixiebot remained quiet, turning her eyes to the two and listening intently. As quietly as she could with this gOD DAMN DOG WAVING HER ABOUT. Then she was thumped to the ground. G-guh... at last... now she could escape... She wriggled through the fine hairs, struggling with her escape.
of Fun@NuttsnBolts
Letter:
'Company Associates,
There is urgent business in the city square. Report immediately to this vicinity in the best attire you can manage on such short notice. A presentation will be made to the public in address of the newest Mechangels technology. It is up to us to keep the public happy.
Revlis Tongs
Desium Corp President.'
of Fun
The child watched, waiting for the demon to finish his readings. Then, satisfied, the child turned and ran... straight into oncoming traffic. The umbrella they were carrying goes flying.... and the blood is washed into the gutter.
"You done reading now?" The peppy school girl popped off the bench, her eyes ecstatic. The subway roared as it began to draw nearer to the station. "That's good. I have to go now. Bye-bye!" The school girl ran for the tracks just as the train had come. She leaped straight into it's path, the crowd waiting for the subway gasped and covered their mouths as blood sprayed against their faces. Shocked. A distraction to give the demoness room to leave without notice.
@pure493
"...?" Lee cocked her head to the side and raised an eyebrow. "What do any of those words mean, Ethan?" Clearly she was confused. His big words didn't mean a thing to her and that was obvious. Then someone came out from the edge of the alley.
As Lee turned her head and looked at him, her pupils shrank. In the screen over her eyes, her sights narrowed in on the gun and read: Hostile.
The rain stopped.
It hung in the air just as it had been a moment before, but it remained still. Time seemed to slow, but it all happened so quickly.
Lee's hand lashed out, and in suit, the rain followed, forming an extended arm to lash the gun from the spys hand. Her other hand moved in response, like a coordinated dance, the rain would mold around Yuri's body and hold him up in the air.
Her arms stilled. Her eyes were blank but distantly focused. Behind her, her green hair seemed to give the illusion of being longer... She had reacted entirely on instinct but... Her eyes widened, life returning to them. The rain started up again, continuing to fall as it should have. As she pulled back, so would the spy fall. She stared at her hands, more terrified than ever.
She looked to Ethan, her gaze full of deathly fear.
"What am I?!"
[ABILITY UNLOCKED: Hydrokinesis]</s>
<|message|>Sasha
Feeling Alexis lean close to him, Zac can't help but feel his cheeks warm up, strangely enough. However, not sayign anything, he gently lays his arm across her shoulders, deciding it would help her warm up faster. Hearing her question, he looks at Sasha and chuckles. "That's my dog and partner in crime, Sasha," he says.
Clicking his tongue, Sasha happily stands and trots around to his other side, where he scratches her behind the ear. "She's been with me ever since I found her a few months ago. When I found her, she was starving and running a fever. I nursed her back to health and she's been at my side ever since."
Sasha then leans over Zac's chest and lightly licks Alexis' cheek. Zac chuckles and says, "I think she's taken a liking to you, already."
As he gently strokes the dog's back, a thought occurs to him. Looking down at the Cyborgel huddled against his side, he asks, "So, uh, do you need to eat? Like, for fuel or anything? Because, I have some bread in my backpack you're more than welcome to."</s>
<|message|>Lexie Bristol
The smell of blood filled the air as the train's brakes screamed to a halt. These weren't the only screams that could be heard within the underground platform as people in shock rushed over to the edge in an attempt to try and save the poor girl... but their efforts were futile. There was barely any body mass left to be saved and that's when the feelings of chaos and horror filled the air. People looked around to determine where it was that the girl came from and who it was that spoke to her last, but all they could see was an empty bench.
Lexie had used the distraction to quickly plan an escape. She knew that going back through the station would only lead to crowds of people that would hoard her attempts of making it to the streets on time, so instead she leapt onto the adjacent train line and fled her way up one of the tunnels. A short time later she had managed to safely reach the end and walked out into the open air.
The rain was still falling down, but within this particular area it seemed to have eased off to a light shower. Using her time wisely Lexie made her way across the tracks to the closest roadway, within her hands were her shoes that she had taken off earlier to make it easier to walk along the blue metal grounding.
Acting swiftly she followed the fence line along the edge of the tracks until she came across a gated area that opened out to the free world. She looked down and grabbed the padlock, giving it a tight squeeze. Her eyes changed colour, her hair spouted extensions of green, and a shadow swirled around her body to change into a dark, leather dress. Instantly the padlock exploded into a shower of fragments allowing her access back to the streets. Lexie breathed out slowly and watched the small changes loose their colour before they dropped to the ground and shattered into a million pieces. The slight smell of sulfur filled the air as Lexie proceeded through the gateway.
Stepping back into her shoes, dusting herself off and holding her folder tightly within her grasp, Lexie walked ahead and followed the group that was making it's way towards the city square.</s>
<|message|>Liron
Water drops ran down pale flesh, washing away dirt and blood as if the sky itself was crying for the broken thing tossed to the side of the road and forgotten about. If it wasn't for the two large ashen wings noting the object without a doubt as a cyborgel, one would assume the broken and charred body lying in the ally was the victim of a murder instead of garbage which long outlived its use.
A small black cat emerged from a nearby dumpster, the heavy rain making the feline look more like a drowned rodent as the mangy fur clung desperately to its half-starved body. Dangling from its maw was a limp white noodles thrown away from the Chinese restaurant two blocks down. Brushing against the trash before darting into the street, the cat didn't notice as the eyes of an object believed to be dead begin to crack open.
The eyes were a brilliant red, although the left eye appeared to be malfunctioning as the red light flickered erratically only to stop when gravity took over and the cyborgel fell forward, its face meeting the ground. A groan of pain which sounded eerily human emitted from the cracked lips of the cyborgel.
The cyborgel stayed there for a good 30 seconds or so before finally struggled pushing itself up with its left arm, the right arm hanging uselessly, swinging slightly as gravity made a mockery of it and the cyborgel. After the body shook and struggled as it attempted to get back to the sitting position it had been before it awakened against all conceivable odds, it gave out causing another crash to the ground.
The cyborgel's chest moved up and down, laboring for breath as the red eyes flicked around the ally as if it was searching for something - anything - to assist it.</s>
| <|message|>Yuri Volkova
Yuri's threat was a poor choice as the rain suddenly stopped for a brief moment before Lee lashed out, and in suit, the rain followed, forming an extended arm to lash the gun off Yuri's hand. Her other hand moved in response, like a coordinated dance, the rain would mold around the Russian's body and hold him up in the air.
Her arms stilled. Her eyes were blank but distantly focused. Seconds later her eyes widened, life returning to them. The rain started up again, continuing to fall as it should have. As she pulled back, Yuri fell to the wet ground. The Russian's body was a little sore from being gripped but he was stupefied at the ability of the Cyborgel.
Yuri took a moment to process what had happened to him. A smile formed in his face as he marveled at the power of the Cyborgels. "Haaaahahahaha!" The Russian let out a hearty laugh as he got up. "Angel of Heaven indeed!" He complemented Lee as he picked up his gun. "How humanity managed to defeat you is beyond me."
Holstering his weapon, Yuri approached the duo while putting his hands in the air. "Worry not, I am not your enemy."
The Russian sized up Lee before looking at Ethan. "You are lucky, my friend, to have found such a fine angel. I assume you are going to keep her?"</s> |
<|description|>Kimaris
Gender: Male
Character Type: Demon
Appearance: In his human disguise, Kimaris (or simply Kim) comes across as a grumpy individual from appearance alone, but his face simply happens to have a frowning disposition, and his calm and controlled nature results in him rarely going beyond his 'default' expression. Kim has a subtle build, at first appearing rather unpowerful, but actually being anything but.
Career: Executive Office Official (Inner Circle)
Skills: Even without the abilities granted to him by his demonic state of being, Kimaris is an unrivalled warrior among the Host and demonic brethren. As well as having unending amounts of talent in matters of conflict, he is also very good at passing these skills down to his students. In stark contrast to this, he is a master of grammar, logic and rhetoric, and the matter of teaching these fields.
Supernatural Abilities:* Supernatural Condition: A blanket power covering Kimaris' superior physical capabilities, including senses. His strength, speed and durability dwarfs that of a humans by immeasurable leagues, capable of shrugging off standard bullet fire like rain and breaking bones in a single, half-hearted blow. In reality, it requires an entity on level with the most powerful angels to combat him on an even battlefield.
* Flight: It's on the tin. Although Kimaris does have wings, they are simply for show. His flight is achieved through a form of limited telekinesis.
* Black Steed: Kimaris' mount is more of a spiritual entity than an actual horse; an impenetrable black smog which takes the vague shape of a horse, charging at speeds even greater than what Kimaris' himself is capable of at a consistent rate. Rarely sees use.
Personality: Reclusive warrior with smarts & hoarding.
Bio: Marquis Kimaris earned his bit of Hell through unmatched fury and martial strength. All those that stood before Kimaris were swiftly crushed - but only if they stood before him. He was a solitary entity which only desired to have his own land to be solitary within, having no qualms against removing any who intended to disturb. Over time, he became recognized by those lesser and greater than himself as a being of note, even being integrated into the loose 'system' which eventually took root in hell as a Marquis with 20 legions of lesser demons under his rule, although through their own wish to be ruled by him.
Unknown to most of his brethren, Kimaris is quite the book worm. Part of the reason he is such a solitary entity is because of this, prefering to be left alone to study the vocations of rhetoric and logic. His skill as a warrior and a virtual force of nature in combat are the reasons he is valued, and as such he is only called upon for those talents - something Kimaris finds himself growing increasingly discontent with. Even in the days before Earth's meant-to-be destruction, he was made to teach countless humans how to fight like himself, a demon, with gun, sword, fist and bone should it be required.
When his former brothers and sisters of the host arrived, they found not only armed mortals, but a 'godly warrior' demon ready to strike them down. Even through the brainwashing and memory loss, some Cyborgels may have the vague image of Kimaris burnt into their mind.
Marquis Kimaris retains high prestige among his brothers and sisters in the New Society, kept close by the 'Inner Circle' but not treated as one of them. He is their shield against incursion, mentor of their finest agents and nothing else. However, Kimaris' loyalty could be in question. For all the efforts the New Society went through in creating this order, did the warrior lord truly care for any of it? If a new alternative were to present its self, who is to say he would not work against them like he worked against the Host?
OPTIONAL
Likes: Quiet, the freedom to act, philosophy, stand up comedy
Dislikes: Disturbances, futile conflicts, potatoes ("I am simply not fond of their taste.")
Theme Song:
Other: REBORN</s>
<|message|>Ethan Everux
"Missing a part of herself? Sounds like damage to the information-storage side of her organic motherboard." he thought.
Ethan shook her hand. "Lee. That is a pre-," he started, before she shifted away with an embarrassed look. He saw her stumble over a few trash bins before sweeping a dirty sheet around her bare body.
"Wow. Did she just express embarrassment right now? Cyborgels always come to the repair bay with their clothing stripped and I don't think I have ever seen one express distress at not wearing clothes. Her human-like reactions are incredible!" he thought.
Small litter bots crawled around making beeping and whirling noises as they picked up garbage. Ethan stood there curiously looking at the Cyborgel.
"This would be a pretty unique opportunity. I wonder if I could bring her into the maintenance bay. If I remove the motherboard component and replicate her programming then the findings could take Cyborgels to the next level. Maybe if I publish them I'll be elevated to full citizenship status!" he thought.
He smirked a little as he imagined a life in a sandy paradise. With clean water, clean beaches, real food, real women...
However, his smirk faded into a frown. "But it doesn't seem right. She probably has an owner. I would be doing something illegal. I could end up in prison if Desium Corp OP-SEC knew I altered programming on Corporation property," he thought.
"Plus I dunno it just seems..," He looked at the obviously scared looking figure in front of him. The fact that she was cringing in the back alley, naked and fearful, while all he considered profiting off her, made him feel like a terrible person.
He shook his head. "Man, Ethan snap out of it," he thought. "Remember it is only a biological robot. She is not actually a person. She is not actually conscious. All her actions are programmed reactions. She is only an advanced physical manifestation of a computer program."
As the robots crawled around. Ethan thought through the internal debate over what to do in the situation.
"Bah, I'll just take her to my work station. I'll find some way to fix up the memory issues if I can and maybe replicate her program without dissecting her and feeling so terrible. Not saying I should terrible, but it would rest easier on my conscience if I don't go that way," he thought and sighed.
In the corner Ethan heard the long winded cry of a litter-bot in distress. He ignored it, "Must've run into something. Damn things have some horrible locomotive rendering for trash collectors."
The rain continued to splash onto the ground around them. Ethan slicked a hand through his now thoroughly drenched hair. "Now how to get her to come with me?" he thought.
Ethan came up with an idea. "Um.. Cyborgel Lee," he began. "You need to uhhh...accompany me to a station for immediate maintenance and repairs. Please uh.. follow me for uh.. transportation tot he nearest maintenance bay.</s>
<|message|>Yuri Volkova
Lee.
That was the Cyborgel's name.
Ethan.
That was the mechanic's name.
With those in mind, Yuri continued to observe. Lee the Cyborgel almost took Ethan's hand but then she caught a glimpse of her naked body. She jerked backward in embarrassment and hastily took a dirty sheet from the garbage bins, knocking several more cans over just as the trashbots arrived. The litter bots beeped back and forth as they waved past the mechanic and the Cyborgel, quickly getting to work with cleaning up the area.
One turned the corner and bumped its small body smack into Yuri, startling him. Scared, it's monitor changed from a ':3' to a 'DX' with little cartoon tears pouring down its monitor, letting out a strange bawling sound. It's small robotic arms flailed as it's wheels moved its small body in circles around the Russian. "EEEEeeeEEEeeeEEEeeeEEEeeeEEE!" The robot screeched while giving away Yuri's position.
"Shhhh! SHHHHH!" Yuri tried to silence the litter bot, trying to catch it so it could not attract more attention. As he tried to, Yuri accidentally followed it to the open and revealed himself to Ethan and Lee. The Russian mentally banged his head to the wall for making such a mistake but outside, he kept his cool.
With little option left, he slowly aimed his pistol at the duo and stayed silent. Their next action would determine if they were harmless or not.</s>
<|message|>Lexie Bristol
A crowd roared in glee as two Cyborgels fought for their lives, pounding each other with their fists in the desprate attempt to avoid their own deaths. The monsters upon the ledges above threw down words of slander and sin, commanding their minions to complete their betrayal. A few of these monsters were large enough to stand over a home, while others were mere toys compared to the rest, but each one had the same right fist in the air and each one shouted the word "Kill" over and over again.
"Look at the bitch down there," spoke a partially green haired female who was sitting upon the edge with her feet dangling down the side wall. Her boots were tapping against the steel corrugated surface in an almost rhythmic tune while next to her laid a large dog like beast. He sat there analysing the scene before growling a confident response.
"She's weak. A medical Cyborgel. She has no chance again.s.t..."
His voice was cut off by the sight of the female Cyborgel's fist cracking against the throat of it's opponent. The male she was fighting dropped to the ground struggling to breathe and as he laid there the now victor leaned over, placed her hand on the back of his head, and ripped out the motherboard circuit within. A screeching, electronic cry of a dying bot echoed within the cage walls and the poor girl dropped to her knees in sadness.
Lexie watched the scene as she bought up a bottle of wine to her lips and took a large gulp. She was pleased, no, ecstatic, about her prediction and she could sense the companion next to her was pissed at his failed reasoning. The girl below sat there crying at the life she had took. Suddenly her neck twisted in a lightning fashion so that the girl stared straight into Lexie's eyes. Slowly she examined Lexie, tilting her head over to the side so that it appeared in the most unnatural of positions. It rotated beyond a 90 degree angle, enough to break any living creature's spine before speaking out in a possessed baby like voice, "The presentation starts soon!!"
Lexie blinked suddenly in shock, only to see a small child dressed in a Desium Corp school uniform. She looked at the environment around her noticing that she was still within the cold subway. Her memories, they didn't feel right, almost tampered with as if someone was spying on them. Worse of all, she had no idea where this child came from or what she meant by 'presentation'.
"I have a letter," the child spoke out as she lifted her hand up with an offering of paper and writing. Slowly Lexie raised her hand and watched her fingers pinch the corner of the envelope, allowing it to fall limp within her grasp. She looked past the paper to see the girl had disappeared.
"Where did she go?"
"You going to open it already?!?" a voice chuckled to Lexie's side. As she shifted her eyes to see who was occupying the seat next to her she saw the same school uniform and cheesy grin child staring right at her. The girl kneeled on the bench in anticipation disobeying all rules of seating etiquette and somehow moved into that position faster than a second hand on a clock.
As Lexie stared at the child she crept her fingers along the edge until she came across a seem and plucked open the the folds to reveal it's inner contents.</s>
| <|message|>Kimaris
This was not the most unusual thing to happen to Kimaris in all his existence, but it was somewhat noteworthy in terms of events within the day. A long time ago, this might have surprised Kimaris. Now it was 'normal'. The demon approached the child at a steady pace, staring down at their small and yellow-clad form sceptically. His lethargic stare went straight into a dangerous glare, hands remaining in his pocket. "You have something for me, 'child'?" He knew better than to think this thing was really a child. No, children did not appear from where there was nothing prior. They were rarely so quiet of light footed that he could not identify them from a mile away.
Someone else was at work here, and they wanted Kimaris' attention. One of his colleagues perhaps? No, no. They would be more direct and go through his attendant, there is no need for this level of odd theatrics or secrecy with him. Even stranger though, who would want anything to do with him outside of his colleagues? Darn strange. Either way he had little to fear from whoever sent this child, or the child its self. He was Kimaris after all, and anyone with a memory long enough to remember the forming of the New Society knew that attacking Kimaris was like running head first into a truck-
Not wise at all.
Reaching a hand out of his pocket, he snatched the letter from the suspicious little thing's hands, peering it over.</s> |
<|description|>Sasha
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Breed: Husky/German Shepherd
Likes: -Beef
-Belly rubs
-Classical music (Beethoven, Bach, etc)
-Anything Zac cooks
Dislikes: -Mechangels
-People who try to harm her master
-Demons (though to Zac, she seems to just not like random people)
Favorite person in the whole wide world: Zac (of course :3)
Mechanical Augmentations?: None</s>
<|message|>Nemesis
It wasn't physical pain that startled Nemesis, rather, the unwanted act of being accosted. Her skin was so numb she barely felt the deeper scratches on her biceps and shoulders—she did feel a bit slimier as blood oozed over the scraps of her suit, but lubrication was more the advantage in her present situation. As if by instinct, she concentrated on controlling her reaction to the frozen metal being pressed against her body. She shuddered, twitched, but did not cry out. Screaming would be facilitation of her greatest enemies, pain and fear.
No, instead, she let her rage take control. It did not come in an animalistic frenzy or red haze: it was a nearly emotionless state on the surface. Underneath that cool veneer, her brain was operating in an accelerated state of spiteful clarity. She saw the thickness of the robot's metal plates covering its frame and knew immediately that even with a still functional arm, tearing through that outer defense was impossible. This robot was a thing not built for speed or even strength, but durability. Was such a low-maintenance creation truly her final opponent?
Very well. Nemesis reached her arms over the lip of the robot's hand, trying to position herself for an effective strike. I will not submit. I will fight until the conflict takes me—to die resting the laurels of my past was not a suitable end. Yet, even as she thought of an end, she strove for a future. Her single mechanical arm dug into the exposed chink in the robot's wrist. Even in her broken, worthless state, the act was too easy: joints were almost always the weak spots of any robot, since those parts also required the most flexibility.
Sparks flew as Nemesis' fingers pried into the metal covering protecting the wires and tore the cords apart. Immediately, the grip holding her went limp, and she started to slide. She maintained a hold of the wires, hanging for a moment. It was only natural for the robot to counter-strike, but it didn't so much as reach for her with its other hand. Even the surrounding robots simply stood there, their little heads jerking around so much it looked like they were malfunctioning.
It wasn't time to gawk. Nemesis let go of the wires, spreading her legs wide as she landed. It honestly wasn't much of a gap between the thing's dismantled hand and the ground, but it was a natural stance suited for dodging quickly. With a missing arm and a damaged left leg, she didn't actually have means of moving gracefully enough to be combative, but her fighting instinct had been painfully refined. Even if she could barely move, she would not give the appearance of such until it was impossible even to keep up the pretense.
Running was not an option, so she maintained her posture, eyes swiveling around as she tried to gauge the strange group's next movement. Would they try to crush her with their sheer mass? They didn't look particularly fast, but there were enough surrounding her that avoiding being trampled would be… difficult. Would one of them try to grab her, too, or did they have the AI capable of changing tactics? Would they—
They just backed off. The ground shuddered as the robots heaved their shoulders and turned away, their oily, dumpster-like torsos hunched as if disappointed. Nemesis blinked, having no understanding of how turning their backs would help their struggle against her. After they took a few steps away, however, they turned back around, glancing behind their shoulders in a way that could only be described as endearing.
Nemesis' stance faltered. Were the things malfunctioning? What was the point in grabbing her for capture if they would walk away the second one of them received damage? They had every advantage to destroy her, yet there they were, standing in the rain and looking back at her like… like…
Like they want me. Nemesis pressed her metal hand against the side of her head, feeling an oncoming headache. That word, want, was a term she was familiar with, but had never used in relation to herself. She did not want anything, nor did anyone want anything from her. Her existence had only one purpose, and fulfilling that purpose justified her existence.
But that just made for another internal fallacy: if her purpose was to test drones and equipment for the robotics lab and she was no longer there, why did she still exist? Had the abyss finally decided to claim her and she simply didn't realize it?
A strange sense of dread settled into the pit of her stomach. She'd chosen to step out of a potential grave, the one her commanders had dug for her. By trying to return to some semblance of them, she'd disobeyed orders but simply hadn't wanted to acknowledge it. She'd wanted to be needed. Yes, that was the origin of her ongoing confusion, why she was deviating from the singular mindset of destroying every mechanical object in sight.
Nemesis let her metal hand fall to her side as she gazed back at the garbage men. "I want to exis—"
"Hey! Is everything alright?" That voice—it was definitely human.
Nemesis turned her body, one shoulder facing the robots and the other facing the stranger because she couldn't risk having her back turned to either. Once again, she was faced with a bizarre situation, this one being a human in her presence while she was not restrained. She took orders from them, yes, watched them work on her body, but there had always been an understanding that she was something never to approach without caution. The pile of ruined drone corpses behind her was likely the reason why.
Is everything alright… Nemesis' brow furrowed as she contemplated the strange question. What was right, exactly? She did not know what her current objective was and thus, could not say whether or not she was performing her work correctly. While the man awaited her answer and the robots (their heads were jerking with those strange motions again) watched, Nemesis simply stood there and ruminated on the nature of the question.
She was injured—perhaps that was the nature of his inquiry? Had one of the scientists finally come to repair her? Had that encounter with the robots been a test? Nemesis looked down at herself, finding that her suit was little more than shreds clinging to her chest and the tops of her arms and legs. Crosswise cuts streaked across her arms, legs, and sides, and riddled in all that was the oil from the robots as well as the scum of the junkyard. Her hair, more like a matted sponge oozing gunk, was riddled in blood, but she could feel no head injury. Was this state acceptable? That was a stupid question—that was for the commanders to decide.
Nemesis finally turned her back to the robots, deciding the human was her priority for attention. It was dark, so she still couldn't tell much of the man. He did have something abnormal on his head, but otherwise looked like nothing more than the fleshy, limber humans she was accustomed to seeing.
Her answer, after a complete analysis of the situation, the question, and the asker, was hardly an answer at all: "Please restate the nature of the inquiry."</s>
<|message|>Yuri Volkova
Yuri finally reached the alleyway where the cries came from. He could see a hoverbike parked behind a bright restaurant that was adjacent to the alley. The alleyway itself was dark enough to obscure vision but the Russian saw lights coming from inside the dark area. Yuri wondered if someone was in trouble and pulled out a pistol just in case. The weapon was old school, likely only good for killing civilians that did not have Mechangels protecting them.
Peering from the corner, Yuri tried to assess the situation. Thanks to the light emitted, the Russian could see a person operating on a... discarded Cyborgel? The Russian silently cursed. He was beaten to the punch by a tall male with short blonde hair wearing green overalls. The person in question seemed to be a mechanic and from what Yuri could remember, the green overalls were the uniform for Desium Corp. mechanics. The enemy.
Yuri thought of taking out this Desium Corp. mechanic and liberate the Cyborgel but the mechanic might be armed. He does have the element of surprise but still, a kill would be risky and may draw unwanted attention. As the revolutionary continued to secretly observe the mechanic, a thought came to him. What was the mechanic doing? He seemed to be fixing the Cyborgel, an obsolete series that should be thrown away never to be touched again. Was he scavenging the Cyborgel for parts? The mechanic did not seem to be taking anything. In fact, he seemed to be waiting for the robot to reboot.
With these thoughts, Yuri decided to hold. Waiting for the Desium Corp. mechanic to finish and seeing what would happen next.</s>
<|message|>Lexie Bristol
"I wouldn't mind watching you go, either. I wonder what the big boss would think? hehehe~"
"Mery, you know full well under our workplace agreement that I am entitled to my allocated lunch and tea breaks," Lexie spoke as she shifted around in her chair, moving pieces of paper from one place to another and stapling them together when they seemingly matched. She looked up and saw Mery with a stern look on her face as if to say 'I'm waiting for the comeback', "I just happened to have my break at my desk, if I am allowed to do that?"
Lexie picked up the documents that she had together and placed them within a zip travel folder. As she got up from her desk she proceeded to walk towards the elevator, stepping past Mery without even acknowledging her presence. With a gentle touch she pushed the button and waited for the lift to announce it's arrival with a quiet ding and a swooshing sound from the doors. Lexie stepped inside and held her finger on the open-doors button, waiting for her fellow worker to finally get the hint that it was time to leave work for the day. Mery stepped inside and positioned herself on the back wall out of Lexie's eyesight, but visible through the metallic door reflections.
"So?" She spoke, cracking the silence like the thunder earlier that day, "What plans have you got for your day off?"
A short while later
Lexie stepped out of the elevator and towards the front doors, fuming as she left a stunned co-worker there in shock. Mery was gently rubbing her cheek after the slap that she had received, probably for asking an inappropriate question but who knew what was said within the confined, steel concessionary.
The tower doors swept open as Lexie walked out into the cold, wet streets. Quickly she rushed across the road, holding her folder above her head to repel some of the falling rain. She swiftly dodged the hover cars until she came to the pavement on the other side and took a step into a puddle. Water splashed up in the air and over a nearby pedestrian.
"Damn," she heard him muttered as she looked up to see his pants soaking wet. He looked pissed, like someone just trying to enjoy a walk. He ran his hands through his red hair, showing frustration at what had just happened. @Art of Fun</s>
| <|message|>Sasha
"Well, not the answer I was looking for, but at least she can speak," Zac mutters, being able to see her injured and disheveled state even from where he stood.
Hearing the chain-link fence rattle, he looks down to see Sasha squirming through the opening the Cyborgel had made moments before. Once through, she trots over to the Cyborgel and sniffs at her cuts, whining softly. Zac chuckles quietly at the sight before slinging his backpack off of his left shoulder. A moment later, he pulls a handheld set of wire-cutters from the side pocket and gets to work on the fence.
A few moments later, he slips through gap he had made from the hole and walks over to the Cyborgel, slipping the wire cutters in his pocket as Sasha meets him a few feet away. Stopping next to his dog, he looks at the Cyborgel and mutters, "Maybe something more technical would work..." Clearing his throat, he then asks, "Give me a, uh...damage report?"</s> |
<|description|>Sasha
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Breed: Husky/German Shepherd
Likes: -Beef
-Belly rubs
-Classical music (Beethoven, Bach, etc)
-Anything Zac cooks
Dislikes: -Mechangels
-People who try to harm her master
-Demons (though to Zac, she seems to just not like random people)
Favorite person in the whole wide world: Zac (of course :3)
Mechanical Augmentations?: None</s>
<|message|>Yuri Volkova
Lee.
That was the Cyborgel's name.
Ethan.
That was the mechanic's name.
With those in mind, Yuri continued to observe. Lee the Cyborgel almost took Ethan's hand but then she caught a glimpse of her naked body. She jerked backward in embarrassment and hastily took a dirty sheet from the garbage bins, knocking several more cans over just as the trashbots arrived. The litter bots beeped back and forth as they waved past the mechanic and the Cyborgel, quickly getting to work with cleaning up the area.
One turned the corner and bumped its small body smack into Yuri, startling him. Scared, it's monitor changed from a ':3' to a 'DX' with little cartoon tears pouring down its monitor, letting out a strange bawling sound. It's small robotic arms flailed as it's wheels moved its small body in circles around the Russian. "EEEEeeeEEEeeeEEEeeeEEEeeeEEE!" The robot screeched while giving away Yuri's position.
"Shhhh! SHHHHH!" Yuri tried to silence the litter bot, trying to catch it so it could not attract more attention. As he tried to, Yuri accidentally followed it to the open and revealed himself to Ethan and Lee. The Russian mentally banged his head to the wall for making such a mistake but outside, he kept his cool.
With little option left, he slowly aimed his pistol at the duo and stayed silent. Their next action would determine if they were harmless or not.</s>
<|message|>Lexie Bristol
A crowd roared in glee as two Cyborgels fought for their lives, pounding each other with their fists in the desprate attempt to avoid their own deaths. The monsters upon the ledges above threw down words of slander and sin, commanding their minions to complete their betrayal. A few of these monsters were large enough to stand over a home, while others were mere toys compared to the rest, but each one had the same right fist in the air and each one shouted the word "Kill" over and over again.
"Look at the bitch down there," spoke a partially green haired female who was sitting upon the edge with her feet dangling down the side wall. Her boots were tapping against the steel corrugated surface in an almost rhythmic tune while next to her laid a large dog like beast. He sat there analysing the scene before growling a confident response.
"She's weak. A medical Cyborgel. She has no chance again.s.t..."
His voice was cut off by the sight of the female Cyborgel's fist cracking against the throat of it's opponent. The male she was fighting dropped to the ground struggling to breathe and as he laid there the now victor leaned over, placed her hand on the back of his head, and ripped out the motherboard circuit within. A screeching, electronic cry of a dying bot echoed within the cage walls and the poor girl dropped to her knees in sadness.
Lexie watched the scene as she bought up a bottle of wine to her lips and took a large gulp. She was pleased, no, ecstatic, about her prediction and she could sense the companion next to her was pissed at his failed reasoning. The girl below sat there crying at the life she had took. Suddenly her neck twisted in a lightning fashion so that the girl stared straight into Lexie's eyes. Slowly she examined Lexie, tilting her head over to the side so that it appeared in the most unnatural of positions. It rotated beyond a 90 degree angle, enough to break any living creature's spine before speaking out in a possessed baby like voice, "The presentation starts soon!!"
Lexie blinked suddenly in shock, only to see a small child dressed in a Desium Corp school uniform. She looked at the environment around her noticing that she was still within the cold subway. Her memories, they didn't feel right, almost tampered with as if someone was spying on them. Worse of all, she had no idea where this child came from or what she meant by 'presentation'.
"I have a letter," the child spoke out as she lifted her hand up with an offering of paper and writing. Slowly Lexie raised her hand and watched her fingers pinch the corner of the envelope, allowing it to fall limp within her grasp. She looked past the paper to see the girl had disappeared.
"Where did she go?"
"You going to open it already?!?" a voice chuckled to Lexie's side. As she shifted her eyes to see who was occupying the seat next to her she saw the same school uniform and cheesy grin child staring right at her. The girl kneeled on the bench in anticipation disobeying all rules of seating etiquette and somehow moved into that position faster than a second hand on a clock.
As Lexie stared at the child she crept her fingers along the edge until she came across a seem and plucked open the the folds to reveal it's inner contents.</s>
<|message|>Kimaris
This was not the most unusual thing to happen to Kimaris in all his existence, but it was somewhat noteworthy in terms of events within the day. A long time ago, this might have surprised Kimaris. Now it was 'normal'. The demon approached the child at a steady pace, staring down at their small and yellow-clad form sceptically. His lethargic stare went straight into a dangerous glare, hands remaining in his pocket. "You have something for me, 'child'?" He knew better than to think this thing was really a child. No, children did not appear from where there was nothing prior. They were rarely so quiet of light footed that he could not identify them from a mile away.
Someone else was at work here, and they wanted Kimaris' attention. One of his colleagues perhaps? No, no. They would be more direct and go through his attendant, there is no need for this level of odd theatrics or secrecy with him. Even stranger though, who would want anything to do with him outside of his colleagues? Darn strange. Either way he had little to fear from whoever sent this child, or the child its self. He was Kimaris after all, and anyone with a memory long enough to remember the forming of the New Society knew that attacking Kimaris was like running head first into a truck-
Not wise at all.
Reaching a hand out of his pocket, he snatched the letter from the suspicious little thing's hands, peering it over.</s>
<|message|>Sasha
Zac looks at Nemesis for a few moments. The last time he had to give someone/thing a name was when he found Sasha, but that was a completely different matter altogether. As far as he was concerned, due to the feeling he had had since he was a child, that Cyborgels were more than what they seemed, he was about to name a full-grown woman. Well, if she wants to move on from her past, whatever that was, he thinks, and me giving her a new name would help with that, then who am I to argue?
He stays quiet for the rest of the walk, mulling over what to name her. Meanwhile, Sasha, unaware of the unintentional hitchhiker now caught in her fur, trots alongside Nemesis, her tail wagging as she looks up at the Cyborgel.
Eventually, they reach an old, abandoned office building. Zac helps Nemesis sit down against the far wall, well away from the window, and shrugs off his rifle and backpack. As he opens his bag and pulls out a folded blanket, Sasha sits next to Nemesis, as if waiting for an order that would let her help the Cyborgel. After laying the unfolded blanket on top of Nemesis, he sits next to her and asks, "How does the name 'Alexis' sound?"</s>
<|message|>Nemesis
"Alexis?" The name sounded foreign on her tongue. She closed her eyes and leaned her head against the wall, as if considering it. In truth, she was simply drinking in the fact that her skin was no longer being soaked by freezing rain. Before actually forming an opinion of the name, she used her good arm to unfold the blanket, spreading it over her body as she pulled her knees in close.
It was a strange little huddle, but it more or less worked to trap what little body heat she was producing. To accelerate the process, she nudged closer to Zac, brushing her skin and scraps of clothing against his side. "Alexis is acceptable." In fact, anything was acceptable as long as he would be her personal heater.
Panting from the other creature next to her made her eyes narrow. "What is that thing?"</s>
<|message|>???
@Fairess
The pixiebot remained quiet, turning her eyes to the two and listening intently. As quietly as she could with this gOD DAMN DOG WAVING HER ABOUT. Then she was thumped to the ground. G-guh... at last... now she could escape... She wriggled through the fine hairs, struggling with her escape.
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Letter:
'Company Associates,
There is urgent business in the city square. Report immediately to this vicinity in the best attire you can manage on such short notice. A presentation will be made to the public in address of the newest Mechangels technology. It is up to us to keep the public happy.
Revlis Tongs
Desium Corp President.'
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The child watched, waiting for the demon to finish his readings. Then, satisfied, the child turned and ran... straight into oncoming traffic. The umbrella they were carrying goes flying.... and the blood is washed into the gutter.
"You done reading now?" The peppy school girl popped off the bench, her eyes ecstatic. The subway roared as it began to draw nearer to the station. "That's good. I have to go now. Bye-bye!" The school girl ran for the tracks just as the train had come. She leaped straight into it's path, the crowd waiting for the subway gasped and covered their mouths as blood sprayed against their faces. Shocked. A distraction to give the demoness room to leave without notice.
@pure493
"...?" Lee cocked her head to the side and raised an eyebrow. "What do any of those words mean, Ethan?" Clearly she was confused. His big words didn't mean a thing to her and that was obvious. Then someone came out from the edge of the alley.
As Lee turned her head and looked at him, her pupils shrank. In the screen over her eyes, her sights narrowed in on the gun and read: Hostile.
The rain stopped.
It hung in the air just as it had been a moment before, but it remained still. Time seemed to slow, but it all happened so quickly.
Lee's hand lashed out, and in suit, the rain followed, forming an extended arm to lash the gun from the spys hand. Her other hand moved in response, like a coordinated dance, the rain would mold around Yuri's body and hold him up in the air.
Her arms stilled. Her eyes were blank but distantly focused. Behind her, her green hair seemed to give the illusion of being longer... She had reacted entirely on instinct but... Her eyes widened, life returning to them. The rain started up again, continuing to fall as it should have. As she pulled back, so would the spy fall. She stared at her hands, more terrified than ever.
She looked to Ethan, her gaze full of deathly fear.
"What am I?!"
[ABILITY UNLOCKED: Hydrokinesis]</s>
| <|message|>Sasha
Feeling Alexis lean close to him, Zac can't help but feel his cheeks warm up, strangely enough. However, not sayign anything, he gently lays his arm across her shoulders, deciding it would help her warm up faster. Hearing her question, he looks at Sasha and chuckles. "That's my dog and partner in crime, Sasha," he says.
Clicking his tongue, Sasha happily stands and trots around to his other side, where he scratches her behind the ear. "She's been with me ever since I found her a few months ago. When I found her, she was starving and running a fever. I nursed her back to health and she's been at my side ever since."
Sasha then leans over Zac's chest and lightly licks Alexis' cheek. Zac chuckles and says, "I think she's taken a liking to you, already."
As he gently strokes the dog's back, a thought occurs to him. Looking down at the Cyborgel huddled against his side, he asks, "So, uh, do you need to eat? Like, for fuel or anything? Because, I have some bread in my backpack you're more than welcome to."</s> |
<|description|>Liron
Gender: Male
Character Type: Cyborgel
Appearance: For a cyborgel, Liron looks rather ... human if you disregard the ashen colored wings and the mechanical arm and red mechanical eyes.
Or at least once upon a time he looked rather human. His short, black hair is currently matted with blood and his right arm - a metal prosthetic - hangs useless at his side. His leg is bent rather awkwardly - no doubt broken, and parts of his body are covered in nasty burns. If one looked really closely they could find pieces of burned dog hair.
However, once he gets cleaned up and no longer looks like something out of the Night of the Living Dead, Liron is a rather tall young man - about 5'11" if one were to measure him - with short tossled black hair and pale white skin. He is wiry, yet clearly muscular. His shoulders are broad, and taper down. His ashen wings can easily fold against his body - although they could be hidden by a coat, there is a weird awkward bulge in the back for anyone with any sort of sense of detail for attention.
Currently Liron is wearing what he died in - well, after his body was ransacked for the "good" clothes by various miscreants. (After all, Liron is a cyborgel and an object. Also, believed dead). By some good fortune Liron was left with a pair of dirty, if not rather soiled, black boxer shorts.
Career:
After his capture and brainwashing, Liron was re-tasked to working as a "volunteer" firefighter. (Of course one couldn't exactly call him a volunteer since, you know, brainwashing but semantics.)
There are two different types of firefighters; wildland firefighters who contain and prevent the spread of the raging inferno of death that is eating the forest and firefighters which most people are used to seeing in towns, villages and cities.
Contrary to popular belief, neither are mutually exclusive - after all they are trained to do two different tasks. Figherfighters who are in towns and cities measure fires by yards and feet and use water to put them out. On the other hand, wildland firefighters fight fire with literal fire. After all when you are measuring fires in literally tens of acres, there isn't going to be enough time to put one of those bad boys out. Of course there are other differences between the two (such as work weeks) but will not be mentioned in favor of it not being very important.
However, the people in charge decided why not double dip and make Liron able to perform in both capacities.
While Liron's job was mostly to either contain or put out fires - depending on what call he was sent to - Liron was also tasked in performing other typical firemen duties like rescuing kittens out of trees on those off days that there wasn't anything on fire.
Skills:
The most important skill Liron had when he was "working" as a fireman was that he looked human, or at least could pass off as one as long as he wore a long coat to hide his wings and mechanical arm. While his eyes were a bit harder, it was usually nothing that a pair of sunglasses or a fireman helmet couldn't fix.
The reason this was important was because as a fireman, Liron didn't just fight fires (although it was a good part of it) but dealt with distressed individuals and the public at large. Since people could act erratically when upset and distressed, Liron's "ability" to pass as human was considered a beneficial perk.
To expand on this, it can be easily inferred that Liron has some grief consoling experience under his belt. Even if it wasn't programmed into him, Liron no doubt would have had to learn on the job. While Liron very rarely dealt with the public in any other capacity, he was trained to in case of emergencies and something came up and some person approached him instead of an actual human.
He's memorized the entire layout of the city he was stationed in - as well as the street conditions - in the need to travel to the most direct route of the incident. The forest was a bit harder considering landmarks tended to go up in flames or were on fire at the time.
Liron's right arm also provides him with great strength - it has the ability to rip apart armored trucks and smash concrete. This has a variety of uses from cleaning up debris to smashing in walls to look for hot spots, or being able to carry unconscious person, the mechanical arm has many uses depending on what the situation calls for.
Liron also has very basic EMS skills - mostly focusing on "is this person alive?" and "if not, attempt to resurrect" or "if so, wow they're bleeding a lot - let's stop that." Liron also has been taught how to use Narcan to save people who have overdosed. Essentially he was put through first responder training, or better put programming.
Liron's thermal sensing eyes - whose function can be toggled on and off merely by thinking about it - allows Liron to search for lifeforms, whether they are dead or alive based on their heat temperatures. This is greatly beneficial when looking for victims trapped inside structure fires or even car fires.
Finally, the most obvious of Liron's skills is to fight fire. This extends more than just to using a high pressurized hose to dose the flames. For structure fires, Liron needed to determine best location for venting structure based on location of hazard and fire personnel, roof type, and building construction. Also, when it comes to forceable entry, he needed to know where best to enter the blazing inferno called death. Wildfire firefighters on the other hand learned how to camp in the path of an inferno and running from fire tornadoes which love to pop up because the universe loves to troll like that. While maybe not so much a skill, it might be interesting to note.
Supernatural Abilities: Judging by his wings, it can be assumed that Liron has the ability to fly.
Personality: Quiet, Efficient, Obedient, Empathic, Blunt
Bio: Liron doesn't know much about himself prior to becoming a firefighter. He was a relatively undamaged angel, and stayed relatively unmodified after some towns and cities in the western part of the United States were complaining of the lack of volunteer firefighters to fight fires - after all, charging into a raging inferno borders on brave and crazy. It was felt if Liron was kept more "human," it would benefit the fire departments.
After all, Liron would be an easy thing to throw away and be able to take the most dangerous tasks, thus taking the figurative (and literal) heat off the other, more important (and human) firefighters. However, since things happen in the heat of the moment and people need somebody to cry to and ask questions, it was felt Liron needed to appear mostly human as to not cause any greater distress or anger, potentially impeding the firemen's jobs if somebody had an issue with Liron.
Liron was assigned to a small fire unit in the western part of the United States where the dry weather and low population made it very hard to have enough people for the constant fires which seemed to start with the littlest of provocation.
Assigned the name "Liron" by one of the fire crew (to make it easier when out on calls), Liron lived mostly in the fire hall (or in the path of a blazing inferno on those wildfire days which could last up to months) unless he was out on a call. He was in charge of the tedious day to day work when at the station of making sure the equipment was working and cleaned, and whatever droll jobs that needed to be done but weren't exactly enthralling.
While Liron was helpful to the fire department, as cyborgels eventually faded into misuse, money towards his upkeep seemed to gradually diminish into nothing.
One day when at a structure fire call, the flames enveloped a propane tank causing an explosion which would make Michael Bay proud. Unfortunately, Liron was in the house at the time rescuing the family's pet dog and was severely damaged.
Considered outdated and unable to be repaired, Liron's burned body was simply thrown to the side of the road with rest of the trash.
Theme Song: Cruel Angel's Thesis
Other: Reborn</s>
<|message|>Sasha
Feeling Alexis lean close to him, Zac can't help but feel his cheeks warm up, strangely enough. However, not sayign anything, he gently lays his arm across her shoulders, deciding it would help her warm up faster. Hearing her question, he looks at Sasha and chuckles. "That's my dog and partner in crime, Sasha," he says.
Clicking his tongue, Sasha happily stands and trots around to his other side, where he scratches her behind the ear. "She's been with me ever since I found her a few months ago. When I found her, she was starving and running a fever. I nursed her back to health and she's been at my side ever since."
Sasha then leans over Zac's chest and lightly licks Alexis' cheek. Zac chuckles and says, "I think she's taken a liking to you, already."
As he gently strokes the dog's back, a thought occurs to him. Looking down at the Cyborgel huddled against his side, he asks, "So, uh, do you need to eat? Like, for fuel or anything? Because, I have some bread in my backpack you're more than welcome to."</s>
<|message|>Lexie Bristol
The smell of blood filled the air as the train's brakes screamed to a halt. These weren't the only screams that could be heard within the underground platform as people in shock rushed over to the edge in an attempt to try and save the poor girl... but their efforts were futile. There was barely any body mass left to be saved and that's when the feelings of chaos and horror filled the air. People looked around to determine where it was that the girl came from and who it was that spoke to her last, but all they could see was an empty bench.
Lexie had used the distraction to quickly plan an escape. She knew that going back through the station would only lead to crowds of people that would hoard her attempts of making it to the streets on time, so instead she leapt onto the adjacent train line and fled her way up one of the tunnels. A short time later she had managed to safely reach the end and walked out into the open air.
The rain was still falling down, but within this particular area it seemed to have eased off to a light shower. Using her time wisely Lexie made her way across the tracks to the closest roadway, within her hands were her shoes that she had taken off earlier to make it easier to walk along the blue metal grounding.
Acting swiftly she followed the fence line along the edge of the tracks until she came across a gated area that opened out to the free world. She looked down and grabbed the padlock, giving it a tight squeeze. Her eyes changed colour, her hair spouted extensions of green, and a shadow swirled around her body to change into a dark, leather dress. Instantly the padlock exploded into a shower of fragments allowing her access back to the streets. Lexie breathed out slowly and watched the small changes loose their colour before they dropped to the ground and shattered into a million pieces. The slight smell of sulfur filled the air as Lexie proceeded through the gateway.
Stepping back into her shoes, dusting herself off and holding her folder tightly within her grasp, Lexie walked ahead and followed the group that was making it's way towards the city square.</s>
| <|message|>Liron
Water drops ran down pale flesh, washing away dirt and blood as if the sky itself was crying for the broken thing tossed to the side of the road and forgotten about. If it wasn't for the two large ashen wings noting the object without a doubt as a cyborgel, one would assume the broken and charred body lying in the ally was the victim of a murder instead of garbage which long outlived its use.
A small black cat emerged from a nearby dumpster, the heavy rain making the feline look more like a drowned rodent as the mangy fur clung desperately to its half-starved body. Dangling from its maw was a limp white noodles thrown away from the Chinese restaurant two blocks down. Brushing against the trash before darting into the street, the cat didn't notice as the eyes of an object believed to be dead begin to crack open.
The eyes were a brilliant red, although the left eye appeared to be malfunctioning as the red light flickered erratically only to stop when gravity took over and the cyborgel fell forward, its face meeting the ground. A groan of pain which sounded eerily human emitted from the cracked lips of the cyborgel.
The cyborgel stayed there for a good 30 seconds or so before finally struggled pushing itself up with its left arm, the right arm hanging uselessly, swinging slightly as gravity made a mockery of it and the cyborgel. After the body shook and struggled as it attempted to get back to the sitting position it had been before it awakened against all conceivable odds, it gave out causing another crash to the ground.
The cyborgel's chest moved up and down, laboring for breath as the red eyes flicked around the ally as if it was searching for something - anything - to assist it.</s> |
<|description|>Liron
Gender: Male
Character Type: Cyborgel
Appearance: For a cyborgel, Liron looks rather ... human if you disregard the ashen colored wings and the mechanical arm and red mechanical eyes.
Or at least once upon a time he looked rather human. His short, black hair is currently matted with blood and his right arm - a metal prosthetic - hangs useless at his side. His leg is bent rather awkwardly - no doubt broken, and parts of his body are covered in nasty burns. If one looked really closely they could find pieces of burned dog hair.
However, once he gets cleaned up and no longer looks like something out of the Night of the Living Dead, Liron is a rather tall young man - about 5'11" if one were to measure him - with short tossled black hair and pale white skin. He is wiry, yet clearly muscular. His shoulders are broad, and taper down. His ashen wings can easily fold against his body - although they could be hidden by a coat, there is a weird awkward bulge in the back for anyone with any sort of sense of detail for attention.
Currently Liron is wearing what he died in - well, after his body was ransacked for the "good" clothes by various miscreants. (After all, Liron is a cyborgel and an object. Also, believed dead). By some good fortune Liron was left with a pair of dirty, if not rather soiled, black boxer shorts.
Career:
After his capture and brainwashing, Liron was re-tasked to working as a "volunteer" firefighter. (Of course one couldn't exactly call him a volunteer since, you know, brainwashing but semantics.)
There are two different types of firefighters; wildland firefighters who contain and prevent the spread of the raging inferno of death that is eating the forest and firefighters which most people are used to seeing in towns, villages and cities.
Contrary to popular belief, neither are mutually exclusive - after all they are trained to do two different tasks. Figherfighters who are in towns and cities measure fires by yards and feet and use water to put them out. On the other hand, wildland firefighters fight fire with literal fire. After all when you are measuring fires in literally tens of acres, there isn't going to be enough time to put one of those bad boys out. Of course there are other differences between the two (such as work weeks) but will not be mentioned in favor of it not being very important.
However, the people in charge decided why not double dip and make Liron able to perform in both capacities.
While Liron's job was mostly to either contain or put out fires - depending on what call he was sent to - Liron was also tasked in performing other typical firemen duties like rescuing kittens out of trees on those off days that there wasn't anything on fire.
Skills:
The most important skill Liron had when he was "working" as a fireman was that he looked human, or at least could pass off as one as long as he wore a long coat to hide his wings and mechanical arm. While his eyes were a bit harder, it was usually nothing that a pair of sunglasses or a fireman helmet couldn't fix.
The reason this was important was because as a fireman, Liron didn't just fight fires (although it was a good part of it) but dealt with distressed individuals and the public at large. Since people could act erratically when upset and distressed, Liron's "ability" to pass as human was considered a beneficial perk.
To expand on this, it can be easily inferred that Liron has some grief consoling experience under his belt. Even if it wasn't programmed into him, Liron no doubt would have had to learn on the job. While Liron very rarely dealt with the public in any other capacity, he was trained to in case of emergencies and something came up and some person approached him instead of an actual human.
He's memorized the entire layout of the city he was stationed in - as well as the street conditions - in the need to travel to the most direct route of the incident. The forest was a bit harder considering landmarks tended to go up in flames or were on fire at the time.
Liron's right arm also provides him with great strength - it has the ability to rip apart armored trucks and smash concrete. This has a variety of uses from cleaning up debris to smashing in walls to look for hot spots, or being able to carry unconscious person, the mechanical arm has many uses depending on what the situation calls for.
Liron also has very basic EMS skills - mostly focusing on "is this person alive?" and "if not, attempt to resurrect" or "if so, wow they're bleeding a lot - let's stop that." Liron also has been taught how to use Narcan to save people who have overdosed. Essentially he was put through first responder training, or better put programming.
Liron's thermal sensing eyes - whose function can be toggled on and off merely by thinking about it - allows Liron to search for lifeforms, whether they are dead or alive based on their heat temperatures. This is greatly beneficial when looking for victims trapped inside structure fires or even car fires.
Finally, the most obvious of Liron's skills is to fight fire. This extends more than just to using a high pressurized hose to dose the flames. For structure fires, Liron needed to determine best location for venting structure based on location of hazard and fire personnel, roof type, and building construction. Also, when it comes to forceable entry, he needed to know where best to enter the blazing inferno called death. Wildfire firefighters on the other hand learned how to camp in the path of an inferno and running from fire tornadoes which love to pop up because the universe loves to troll like that. While maybe not so much a skill, it might be interesting to note.
Supernatural Abilities: Judging by his wings, it can be assumed that Liron has the ability to fly.
Personality: Quiet, Efficient, Obedient, Empathic, Blunt
Bio: Liron doesn't know much about himself prior to becoming a firefighter. He was a relatively undamaged angel, and stayed relatively unmodified after some towns and cities in the western part of the United States were complaining of the lack of volunteer firefighters to fight fires - after all, charging into a raging inferno borders on brave and crazy. It was felt if Liron was kept more "human," it would benefit the fire departments.
After all, Liron would be an easy thing to throw away and be able to take the most dangerous tasks, thus taking the figurative (and literal) heat off the other, more important (and human) firefighters. However, since things happen in the heat of the moment and people need somebody to cry to and ask questions, it was felt Liron needed to appear mostly human as to not cause any greater distress or anger, potentially impeding the firemen's jobs if somebody had an issue with Liron.
Liron was assigned to a small fire unit in the western part of the United States where the dry weather and low population made it very hard to have enough people for the constant fires which seemed to start with the littlest of provocation.
Assigned the name "Liron" by one of the fire crew (to make it easier when out on calls), Liron lived mostly in the fire hall (or in the path of a blazing inferno on those wildfire days which could last up to months) unless he was out on a call. He was in charge of the tedious day to day work when at the station of making sure the equipment was working and cleaned, and whatever droll jobs that needed to be done but weren't exactly enthralling.
While Liron was helpful to the fire department, as cyborgels eventually faded into misuse, money towards his upkeep seemed to gradually diminish into nothing.
One day when at a structure fire call, the flames enveloped a propane tank causing an explosion which would make Michael Bay proud. Unfortunately, Liron was in the house at the time rescuing the family's pet dog and was severely damaged.
Considered outdated and unable to be repaired, Liron's burned body was simply thrown to the side of the road with rest of the trash.
Theme Song: Cruel Angel's Thesis
Other: Reborn</s>
<|message|>Razielle
Razielle squeaked and jumped away from the robots, landing on the window sill. The two little robots ran around her feet, as if they are AI. Well, maybe they were. It's completely possible, considering the fact that she didn't remember anything from before the junkyard. She carefully stepped down off the window sill and looks at the small robots. They zip around the floor for a brief moment before disappearing out the door once again. She raises an eyebrow and follows them out, looking around. Those little robots had disappeared into the house, completely vanishing from her sight. The high pitched beeps and low pitches seem to be all around her, but she can't focus in on one exact one.
She begins to walk around the building, checking into different rooms. It seems like a normal apartment. She peeks into the doorways, seeing beds, torn up and ruined from rats or something like that. She sees some items left by the old owners when they had disappeared. She walks into what seems like a little boy's room and she looks around. She notices a flat board in the corner and she peers at it curiously. She walks over and taps it. Suddenly, a little humming filled the air and the little board floats up. She jumps back and sees that it stays stationary, unlike those little robots. She sighs and taps it again. It goes back to the ground. This new world is so strange for her.
She proceeds to walk back out of the room and continues to look around.</s>
<|message|>Sasha
Zac had just been about to pull the bread out of his bag when he heard the small voice. A moment later, Alexis had lunged across his lap, reaching toward Sasha. Or, rather, her tail. Reacting quickly, he reaches up and catches her wrist, stopping the weakened Cyborgel. If she were at full power, odds are my hand would have come off, he realizes.
Pushing that thought away, he says, "Easy, there. Let's not make any rash decisions, alright?"
Gently sitting Alexis back up, he scoots behind Sasha, who had jumped to her paws, thinking Alexis had been trying to play, thus causing her tail to wag quickly. "Sasha, still," Zac says as he pulls out the wire cutters from before.
Once Sasha had calmed down, Zac looks at her tail to see the pixiebot tangled in her fur. As he uses the wire cutters to snip away at Sasha's fur, careful not to cut any of the pixiebots' exposed wires, he says to the small machine, "So, what are you doing tangled up in my dog's fur?</s>
<|message|>Lexie Bristol
Something just didn't seem right and as Lexie was pushed around backstage she couldn't help but think about all that just happened. A fellow demon warning her about a mysterious presence, a child that appeared out of nowhere to deliver a message, and her death that prompted Lexie to make a quick escape. She was used to straight up violence that she experienced on a weekly basis at the Slaying Trench, but not this horror show. To top it off it seems like she was now technically back at work again. This was going to be a long day.
Lexie stood there with the most dull of expressions as one of the make-up artists went to work cleaning the now weathered appearance up.
"So what's happening here?" she spoke up to the young artist.
"I do not know. I was told about a presentation and that's all ma'am."
Lexie held her arm out and slowly pushed away the young girl mouthing, "It looks fine," as she walked over to a nearby table and sat upon the edge. Pulling her folder onto her lap she flipped it open and began to peel back the pages, looking for any information on today's agenda. She could see the meeting that occurred back at the office, but after that there was nothing to speak of.
"Weird?"
Even when she looked around the room for any familiar faces she was only drawing blanks. Many of these people seemed to be lost in their own world with the setup, but they all were working together like a swarm of bees. All collectively buzzing around the place knowing what each other was doing before the words were even spoken.
"Lexie!" a voice called out from afar as a young male with a headset motioned for her to come over to his position. Closing the folder she walked over to his position near the stage that was almost ready for it's reveal.</s>
| <|message|>Liron
The girl wasn't one Liron had seen before. Not that he saw a lot of humans outside of the station and calls. His eyebrows furrowed as he tried to recall if she was the child of the family. He was pretty sure the little human had been a male, and surely less than 10 years. This one was female and considerably ... older.
A neighbor? he considered numbly as his mind processed the question she posed for him. It was one he had heard before - not to himself of course, but to others. Always to others. How was he supposed to respond to her inquiry? Each time it was presented to humans it seemed it was par the course to lie and say, 'I'm fine,' even if tears were running down one's face. Liron never quite understood the reasoning behind this, and it was never adequately explained to him.
"Is the dog safe?" Liron asked finally, deciding that if he succeeded in his mission he would be "fine." Injuries could heal and his currently useless arm - the weight of the mechanical thing and his inability to send signals to it alerted the cyborgel it was in a state of serious disrepair - could be addressed at a later time. That and his lack of clothes - while there was weight on top of him, it was not that of his uniform. To be truthful, Liron didn't even know how to begin describing how he felt besides expressing he was in pain - surely that wouldn't be anything to help form a diagnosis to begin repairs.</s> |
<|description|>Liron
Gender: Male
Character Type: Cyborgel
Appearance: For a cyborgel, Liron looks rather ... human if you disregard the ashen colored wings and the mechanical arm and red mechanical eyes.
Or at least once upon a time he looked rather human. His short, black hair is currently matted with blood and his right arm - a metal prosthetic - hangs useless at his side. His leg is bent rather awkwardly - no doubt broken, and parts of his body are covered in nasty burns. If one looked really closely they could find pieces of burned dog hair.
However, once he gets cleaned up and no longer looks like something out of the Night of the Living Dead, Liron is a rather tall young man - about 5'11" if one were to measure him - with short tossled black hair and pale white skin. He is wiry, yet clearly muscular. His shoulders are broad, and taper down. His ashen wings can easily fold against his body - although they could be hidden by a coat, there is a weird awkward bulge in the back for anyone with any sort of sense of detail for attention.
Currently Liron is wearing what he died in - well, after his body was ransacked for the "good" clothes by various miscreants. (After all, Liron is a cyborgel and an object. Also, believed dead). By some good fortune Liron was left with a pair of dirty, if not rather soiled, black boxer shorts.
Career:
After his capture and brainwashing, Liron was re-tasked to working as a "volunteer" firefighter. (Of course one couldn't exactly call him a volunteer since, you know, brainwashing but semantics.)
There are two different types of firefighters; wildland firefighters who contain and prevent the spread of the raging inferno of death that is eating the forest and firefighters which most people are used to seeing in towns, villages and cities.
Contrary to popular belief, neither are mutually exclusive - after all they are trained to do two different tasks. Figherfighters who are in towns and cities measure fires by yards and feet and use water to put them out. On the other hand, wildland firefighters fight fire with literal fire. After all when you are measuring fires in literally tens of acres, there isn't going to be enough time to put one of those bad boys out. Of course there are other differences between the two (such as work weeks) but will not be mentioned in favor of it not being very important.
However, the people in charge decided why not double dip and make Liron able to perform in both capacities.
While Liron's job was mostly to either contain or put out fires - depending on what call he was sent to - Liron was also tasked in performing other typical firemen duties like rescuing kittens out of trees on those off days that there wasn't anything on fire.
Skills:
The most important skill Liron had when he was "working" as a fireman was that he looked human, or at least could pass off as one as long as he wore a long coat to hide his wings and mechanical arm. While his eyes were a bit harder, it was usually nothing that a pair of sunglasses or a fireman helmet couldn't fix.
The reason this was important was because as a fireman, Liron didn't just fight fires (although it was a good part of it) but dealt with distressed individuals and the public at large. Since people could act erratically when upset and distressed, Liron's "ability" to pass as human was considered a beneficial perk.
To expand on this, it can be easily inferred that Liron has some grief consoling experience under his belt. Even if it wasn't programmed into him, Liron no doubt would have had to learn on the job. While Liron very rarely dealt with the public in any other capacity, he was trained to in case of emergencies and something came up and some person approached him instead of an actual human.
He's memorized the entire layout of the city he was stationed in - as well as the street conditions - in the need to travel to the most direct route of the incident. The forest was a bit harder considering landmarks tended to go up in flames or were on fire at the time.
Liron's right arm also provides him with great strength - it has the ability to rip apart armored trucks and smash concrete. This has a variety of uses from cleaning up debris to smashing in walls to look for hot spots, or being able to carry unconscious person, the mechanical arm has many uses depending on what the situation calls for.
Liron also has very basic EMS skills - mostly focusing on "is this person alive?" and "if not, attempt to resurrect" or "if so, wow they're bleeding a lot - let's stop that." Liron also has been taught how to use Narcan to save people who have overdosed. Essentially he was put through first responder training, or better put programming.
Liron's thermal sensing eyes - whose function can be toggled on and off merely by thinking about it - allows Liron to search for lifeforms, whether they are dead or alive based on their heat temperatures. This is greatly beneficial when looking for victims trapped inside structure fires or even car fires.
Finally, the most obvious of Liron's skills is to fight fire. This extends more than just to using a high pressurized hose to dose the flames. For structure fires, Liron needed to determine best location for venting structure based on location of hazard and fire personnel, roof type, and building construction. Also, when it comes to forceable entry, he needed to know where best to enter the blazing inferno called death. Wildfire firefighters on the other hand learned how to camp in the path of an inferno and running from fire tornadoes which love to pop up because the universe loves to troll like that. While maybe not so much a skill, it might be interesting to note.
Supernatural Abilities: Judging by his wings, it can be assumed that Liron has the ability to fly.
Personality: Quiet, Efficient, Obedient, Empathic, Blunt
Bio: Liron doesn't know much about himself prior to becoming a firefighter. He was a relatively undamaged angel, and stayed relatively unmodified after some towns and cities in the western part of the United States were complaining of the lack of volunteer firefighters to fight fires - after all, charging into a raging inferno borders on brave and crazy. It was felt if Liron was kept more "human," it would benefit the fire departments.
After all, Liron would be an easy thing to throw away and be able to take the most dangerous tasks, thus taking the figurative (and literal) heat off the other, more important (and human) firefighters. However, since things happen in the heat of the moment and people need somebody to cry to and ask questions, it was felt Liron needed to appear mostly human as to not cause any greater distress or anger, potentially impeding the firemen's jobs if somebody had an issue with Liron.
Liron was assigned to a small fire unit in the western part of the United States where the dry weather and low population made it very hard to have enough people for the constant fires which seemed to start with the littlest of provocation.
Assigned the name "Liron" by one of the fire crew (to make it easier when out on calls), Liron lived mostly in the fire hall (or in the path of a blazing inferno on those wildfire days which could last up to months) unless he was out on a call. He was in charge of the tedious day to day work when at the station of making sure the equipment was working and cleaned, and whatever droll jobs that needed to be done but weren't exactly enthralling.
While Liron was helpful to the fire department, as cyborgels eventually faded into misuse, money towards his upkeep seemed to gradually diminish into nothing.
One day when at a structure fire call, the flames enveloped a propane tank causing an explosion which would make Michael Bay proud. Unfortunately, Liron was in the house at the time rescuing the family's pet dog and was severely damaged.
Considered outdated and unable to be repaired, Liron's burned body was simply thrown to the side of the road with rest of the trash.
Theme Song: Cruel Angel's Thesis
Other: Reborn</s>
<|message|>Yuri Volkova
The police chase reminded Yuri of St. Petersburg where exactly the same happened. Except he was sitting inside a car and not floating in midair in a blob of water held together by a powerful entity. Save that, it was pretty much the same. Especially the fleeing vehicle heading straight-long into a wall. "ETHAN! LOOK OUT!" The mechanic noticed and pushed hard on the brake. The deceleration caused the bottom of the hoverbike to lift up but it was too late.
Yuri braced for impact but for some reason, all he felt was a thud on the ground like he just fell. His eyes opened and saw the bike had indeed hit the wall and shattered through it. Pieces of brick and debris were everywhere. Why he was unharmed was still a mystery for the Russian. He had a feeling Lee had something to do with it.
The Russian got up and quickly surveyed his surroundings. The crash scene was in a casino and there was already a news helicopter covering it. The blare of police sirens reached Yuri's ears which told him to leave immediately. Lee the Cyborgel was nowhere to be found but he did find Ethan the mechanic lying on a casino table with a cloaked person checking up on him.
Yuri made his way towards the mechanic. "Ethan? Are you alright? We need to leave." Upon getting closer, the Russian saw that the cloaked person's eyes were extended out and examining Ethan. The person was certainly not a Mechangel so it could be a... "Another Cyborgel?" He asked out loud.</s>
<|message|>Lexie Bristol
The orange eyes that Lexie stared into into had managed to make her feel like the smallest of ants in the world. They were a colour in which she rarely saw and for him to glare at her with them meant that she was perhaps pushing the boundaries.
"After today it won't matter anyways," Mr Kagome spoke as the colour began to fade out of his eyes and the tone of his voice bought the conversation to a respectable level of etiquette. He pulled back from Lexie and motioned for her to walk and talk.
Lexie followed and in a soft voice answering his last phrased sentence. "You're talking about the Mechangles presentation, aren't you?"
"That is correct. Afterall it is our division that has taken care of the weapon's portion of the Mechangles Project, and you of all people should know what these new models will be capable of," he paused in his footsteps for a moment as they reached the far end of the backstage area, "However this..." his hand lifted as he pointed to the screen outside that was partially visible through the curtains. He pointed, and repointed his finger each time being a little more forceful, showing that it was beginning to really piss him off.
"Fuck!" Lexie's supervisor swore under his breath as he snapped his hand down and placed it into his pocket, pulling out a packet of cigarettes. He popped open the lid and held the whole pack to his lips, pulling out a fresh smoke with his mouth before lighting it with a gold plated zippo lighter. Relaxing himself from the stress he was causing he raised a question for Lexie to answer.
"When was your last fight?"
"A few months ago, sir."
"Who was it?"
"A few Revolutionary members, attempting to steal one of our deliveries to a Mechangle factory."
"Casualties?"
"None, they were apprehended for questioning."
"Shit," he ran his hand through his hair trying to think of what to do in the meantime. "I'm in two minds here, whether to send you to go and deal with that Cyborgel or whether to keep you here until the big man gets here."</s>
| <|message|>Liron
Liron wasn't sure what he was expecting when she ignored his, well, he supposed it was a request to take him to the fire station. His head (along with the rest of his body) was screaming in agony, each time his broken leg hit a step pain shot through his body as if he had been branded with a hot iron and he had to bite his tongue to keep from crying out in agony. Still, tears welled up in his eyes - it seemed even when his mechanical eyes they seemed to have forgotten to take out his tear ducts.
Finally, finally they managed to get to her apartment. His eyes glanced around, taking everything in. A person's home could say a lot about them with their decorations. Liron had learned over the course of the years to at least give a cursory look around since it could help if he found himself consoling the family. A room with a lot of religious artifacts, such as crosses, were more likely to be soothed by telling them the Lord would be watching out for them than someone who had none. Sometimes if the house was a lost cause, he would look for anything which might lessen the blow, even a little bit. He typically looked for photos, preferably of families, since people tended to appreciate those the most. Especially if they forgot to back them up somewhere, which seemed to be a lot.
However, when he looked around this young woman's apartment, he didn't glean any new information. It was odd and colorful, just like her.
"Vos habere potuit in salutem. Habebis ignis.I am awake."
His attention immediately turned to the TV, which was an older model, and he caught sight of two green eyes bore right into the camera. Of course, Liron could understand the Latin which was being uttered, however he didn't really register it as a different language due to the vast amount of pain and discomfort in his mind. However, as a firefighter he didn't exactly like the idea of "there will be fire."
His brow furrowed as he moved a brush poking into his backside. He didn't really know what was going on, and with his scattered memory and the massive amount of pain he was in he was hardly beneficial to the fire department if he returned. He sighed as he glanced to where the sounds where coming from, not quite to make sure of the situation. Still it would be unbecoming not to at least thank her.
"Thank you in advance for your assistance. Not many would have stopped," Liron called out, as he adjusted himself to find a more comfortable position.</s> |
<|description|>Liron
Gender: Male
Character Type: Cyborgel
Appearance: For a cyborgel, Liron looks rather ... human if you disregard the ashen colored wings and the mechanical arm and red mechanical eyes.
Or at least once upon a time he looked rather human. His short, black hair is currently matted with blood and his right arm - a metal prosthetic - hangs useless at his side. His leg is bent rather awkwardly - no doubt broken, and parts of his body are covered in nasty burns. If one looked really closely they could find pieces of burned dog hair.
However, once he gets cleaned up and no longer looks like something out of the Night of the Living Dead, Liron is a rather tall young man - about 5'11" if one were to measure him - with short tossled black hair and pale white skin. He is wiry, yet clearly muscular. His shoulders are broad, and taper down. His ashen wings can easily fold against his body - although they could be hidden by a coat, there is a weird awkward bulge in the back for anyone with any sort of sense of detail for attention.
Currently Liron is wearing what he died in - well, after his body was ransacked for the "good" clothes by various miscreants. (After all, Liron is a cyborgel and an object. Also, believed dead). By some good fortune Liron was left with a pair of dirty, if not rather soiled, black boxer shorts.
Career:
After his capture and brainwashing, Liron was re-tasked to working as a "volunteer" firefighter. (Of course one couldn't exactly call him a volunteer since, you know, brainwashing but semantics.)
There are two different types of firefighters; wildland firefighters who contain and prevent the spread of the raging inferno of death that is eating the forest and firefighters which most people are used to seeing in towns, villages and cities.
Contrary to popular belief, neither are mutually exclusive - after all they are trained to do two different tasks. Figherfighters who are in towns and cities measure fires by yards and feet and use water to put them out. On the other hand, wildland firefighters fight fire with literal fire. After all when you are measuring fires in literally tens of acres, there isn't going to be enough time to put one of those bad boys out. Of course there are other differences between the two (such as work weeks) but will not be mentioned in favor of it not being very important.
However, the people in charge decided why not double dip and make Liron able to perform in both capacities.
While Liron's job was mostly to either contain or put out fires - depending on what call he was sent to - Liron was also tasked in performing other typical firemen duties like rescuing kittens out of trees on those off days that there wasn't anything on fire.
Skills:
The most important skill Liron had when he was "working" as a fireman was that he looked human, or at least could pass off as one as long as he wore a long coat to hide his wings and mechanical arm. While his eyes were a bit harder, it was usually nothing that a pair of sunglasses or a fireman helmet couldn't fix.
The reason this was important was because as a fireman, Liron didn't just fight fires (although it was a good part of it) but dealt with distressed individuals and the public at large. Since people could act erratically when upset and distressed, Liron's "ability" to pass as human was considered a beneficial perk.
To expand on this, it can be easily inferred that Liron has some grief consoling experience under his belt. Even if it wasn't programmed into him, Liron no doubt would have had to learn on the job. While Liron very rarely dealt with the public in any other capacity, he was trained to in case of emergencies and something came up and some person approached him instead of an actual human.
He's memorized the entire layout of the city he was stationed in - as well as the street conditions - in the need to travel to the most direct route of the incident. The forest was a bit harder considering landmarks tended to go up in flames or were on fire at the time.
Liron's right arm also provides him with great strength - it has the ability to rip apart armored trucks and smash concrete. This has a variety of uses from cleaning up debris to smashing in walls to look for hot spots, or being able to carry unconscious person, the mechanical arm has many uses depending on what the situation calls for.
Liron also has very basic EMS skills - mostly focusing on "is this person alive?" and "if not, attempt to resurrect" or "if so, wow they're bleeding a lot - let's stop that." Liron also has been taught how to use Narcan to save people who have overdosed. Essentially he was put through first responder training, or better put programming.
Liron's thermal sensing eyes - whose function can be toggled on and off merely by thinking about it - allows Liron to search for lifeforms, whether they are dead or alive based on their heat temperatures. This is greatly beneficial when looking for victims trapped inside structure fires or even car fires.
Finally, the most obvious of Liron's skills is to fight fire. This extends more than just to using a high pressurized hose to dose the flames. For structure fires, Liron needed to determine best location for venting structure based on location of hazard and fire personnel, roof type, and building construction. Also, when it comes to forceable entry, he needed to know where best to enter the blazing inferno called death. Wildfire firefighters on the other hand learned how to camp in the path of an inferno and running from fire tornadoes which love to pop up because the universe loves to troll like that. While maybe not so much a skill, it might be interesting to note.
Supernatural Abilities: Judging by his wings, it can be assumed that Liron has the ability to fly.
Personality: Quiet, Efficient, Obedient, Empathic, Blunt
Bio: Liron doesn't know much about himself prior to becoming a firefighter. He was a relatively undamaged angel, and stayed relatively unmodified after some towns and cities in the western part of the United States were complaining of the lack of volunteer firefighters to fight fires - after all, charging into a raging inferno borders on brave and crazy. It was felt if Liron was kept more "human," it would benefit the fire departments.
After all, Liron would be an easy thing to throw away and be able to take the most dangerous tasks, thus taking the figurative (and literal) heat off the other, more important (and human) firefighters. However, since things happen in the heat of the moment and people need somebody to cry to and ask questions, it was felt Liron needed to appear mostly human as to not cause any greater distress or anger, potentially impeding the firemen's jobs if somebody had an issue with Liron.
Liron was assigned to a small fire unit in the western part of the United States where the dry weather and low population made it very hard to have enough people for the constant fires which seemed to start with the littlest of provocation.
Assigned the name "Liron" by one of the fire crew (to make it easier when out on calls), Liron lived mostly in the fire hall (or in the path of a blazing inferno on those wildfire days which could last up to months) unless he was out on a call. He was in charge of the tedious day to day work when at the station of making sure the equipment was working and cleaned, and whatever droll jobs that needed to be done but weren't exactly enthralling.
While Liron was helpful to the fire department, as cyborgels eventually faded into misuse, money towards his upkeep seemed to gradually diminish into nothing.
One day when at a structure fire call, the flames enveloped a propane tank causing an explosion which would make Michael Bay proud. Unfortunately, Liron was in the house at the time rescuing the family's pet dog and was severely damaged.
Considered outdated and unable to be repaired, Liron's burned body was simply thrown to the side of the road with rest of the trash.
Theme Song: Cruel Angel's Thesis
Other: Reborn</s>
<|message|>Razielle
@PaulHaynek@Pure493
Razielle stares at the girl. How does she know what she is? Off of some impulse that the young girl put upon her, Razielle draws back her hood and pulls off her boots as well as her gloves. Her metal legs now exposed and shining, she turns to Yuri and says, "If you need a safe haven, there is a small empty building a few blocks from here. It is possible for us to hang out there for a moment until we find something safer." She jerks her chin toward the unconscious in Lee's arms. Pressing her hand to her heart and holding it out to them in a respectively gesture, she says, "I am Razielle. I can help heal him if you would like, but we need to go now."
She glances around nervously as people look at her and stare at her metal legs and arm. She rolls her shoulders uncomfortably and looks to Lee. "You know what I am and you know what I can do. This place is one of the safest that is nearby." Her voice is quiet so most people except the young cyborgel in front of her can't hear her. "Please, let us go."</s>
<|message|>Lexie Bristol
Buji began commanding the camera crew as he walked away from the duo. You could see it in his eyes that he had a hint of annoyance especially when he stood a fair distance away while keeping the CEO and Lexie within his peripheral vision.
Guiding her to where he desired, Atemisk gently pushed her along away from the crowd of workers. A feeling of lust, whether it was for her or just simply power, could be felt in the air around him as the two moved away from back stage and to the corner of the curtains, giving them full view of their audience and the skies above.
Lexie looked over towards the scenes of chaos in the distance and prompted a question that was plaguing her mind, "What will we do about the rogue Cyborgel? But more importantly what has been going on lately?" Turning around and looking back at the crew she could see her manager had lost interest in what the two of them were up to, commanding workers to do all these little insignificant jobs. "Everything leading up to this. I cannot understand the death (of children), the blood, the desire for an angel to watch the world burn."
She stepped forward over to the edge of the curtain and placed her hand upon the giant material tassel, positioning herself where the young stage director had told her to be earlier. The material felt smooth and soft as she ran her fingers along the seams. She whispered "I guess you could say that I'm becoming too human. Twenty years and I have forgotten what home was truly like."
Lexie rested her arms upon the rope and attempted to guess which of the workers were human, and which were disguises. A feat that she remembered she could complete effortlessly a lifetime ago.</s>
<|message|>Yuri Volkova
From out of nowhere, Lee scooped the unconscious Ethan up and asked Yuri to take them somewhere safe. The Cyborgel named Razielle was asked to come as well and she happened to know of a safe place.
"Very well, Razielle. Take us to this safe place." Yuri said to the healer Cybrogel.
Once they get moving, Yuri would ask Razielle. "You said you are a healer, yes? Heh, looks like I've hit a motherload this night. I am Yuri and the green Cyborgel is Lee."
"We revolutionaries have an encampment in the outskirts of this city. Once we get our bearings, we can get there provided we can avoid attention." Yuri told the Cyborgels. "You are famous among us, you know? Once we heard you were being discarded, we mobilized to recover you and return you all to your rightful places."</s>
| <|message|>Liron
Liron opened his mouth to respond, that of course he was a machine, all cyborgels were machines. However, the words didn't come out of his mouth. Couldn't come out of his mouth. He didn't know why, but something made him hesitate. Instead of it being natural that he had mechanical parts, suddenly he felt like it was more natural that he was flesh and bone. His eyes felt foreign and he felt suddenly the lost off a limb where his mechanical arm was.
With his good arm, he scratched at some inflamed skin near his heart as it uncomfortably settled in his chest. Pain prickled at him, but he preferred that feeling over the sense of dread and sickness which was beginning to plague him. How was he supposed to respond to that?
"Are ... other cyborgels not like me?" he asked tentatively, unsure of himself. He had seen other cyborgels to be sure, but for the most part he never really paid attention. Was his level of flesh something abnormal? To him it felt right ... at least more right than the mechanical parts which he was trying to avoid thinking about. "I was always told I was very ... human."
It was true. Sometimes when he was fighting the large forest fires which razed the landscape, some of firecrew members he fought with - some of whom were criminals - would think he was one of them until either his eyes or arm was shown. Usually though the appearance of his wings did the trick. His arm reached back and brushed the ashen feathers. They were very soft, and they felt, well, natural.
"Of course that was usually before they saw my eyes and arm ... or my wings," he continued on. "I assumed it was supposed to be a compliment, but now I'm not so sure."</s> |
<|description|>Setheran
Title/Nickname:
Seth
Age:
29
Gender:
Male
Race:
Human
Profession:
Rogue- The Assassin
Equipment:
A set of twin pairs of knives named "Slight" and "Shadow," some little vials of poison, between paralysis, blindness, and just plain painful deadly poison. Has a bag containing some hard bread, and a wineskin filled with... wine. (Water is more uncommon, since alcoholic drinks don't have to be boiled to kill germs and the like) That's about it, besides a bit of cloth for a quick makeshift bandage.
Background:
Growing up in the faraway land known only as the Farlands to all but those who inhabit it, he found himself in the slums of [cityname]. As he grew older, he adapted to his surroundings and soon found himself in the local Assassin's Guild as an apprentice, due to his sneaky sneak skills. Essentially, one neighboring citystate decided they were tired of the Assassins' Guild constantly getting paid to kill officials in the citystate, and they declared war and destroyed [cityname] and its Assassins' Guild, who barely got away with the heads of every high-ranking military official in the process.
From there, they dispersed, and at a young age, Seth was thrust in to the greater world, and decided to escape those pursuing him- his smaller stature allowed him to get into many a secure house and kill a very secure and important man- by traveling overseas. And so he met some people along his exporations in the land of the lighter-skinned people, occasionally getting caught (and killing) a man who always declares themselves as a follower of the great "Draven"
Pros:
-Light and athletic- runs fast, jumps high, climbs quickly, etc.
-Reflexes and speed- likely to hit you first, and second. Then dodge.
-Clever and sneakeh- likely to put a knife in your back while you're against a wall
Cons:
-Small and lithe- he ain't very thick, so he won't be able to take much damage.
-Too fast for his own good- used to being faster and untouched- likely to whine if someone's better than him or if he actually gets hit. What another shrugs off, he'll run from and then cry about it- so to speak.
-Loves chocolate- like go-out-of-his-way-to-steal-or-kill-for-chocolate kind of love. A bar of chocolate=one man dead.
Other:
Nay!</s>
<|message|>Setheran
Setheran was the first to be off. Not feeling charitable or patient, the first moment of danger and excitement, he jumped up, said, "C'mon Phoenix, pick up the old one and let's go!" And then he bolted into the shadows to see what's going on.
Setheran looked at the river with a dread unmatched by even what the warrior might be feeling. She couldn't swim- he could. But he hated the water, like a cat. Absolutely hated it. And it would get his uniform soaking wet- and going into a battle with a drake, what could be worse! A two-headed drake, at that!
Nonetheless, he resolved his mind and spirit (it may or may not have been helped by the appearance of the damsel in distress), and took off his pack and unneeded extra things. He glanced at Phoenix, and said, "Please don't lose my stuff, I don't want to swim back across. Bring it across when you can, okay?"
And with the anxiety and nervousness common among one that might be jumping off a 30-foot cliff into the ocean of questionable depths for the very first time, he jumped into the swirling waters with an elegant dive.
That alone got him more than a meter across, and he barely even slipped under the surface of the water. A good thing, too- had he tried to wade across, the riverbed likely would've given way and he would've fallen in anyways. The cold was a shock; he felt his cowl get yanked off his head, and his entire body was thrown off. It wasn't like he meant to just swim all the way across- he would have to improvise.
Instead, his ribs smashed against a rock with a painful soundless impact, and then used it to push off and try to reach the other shore. Already, he was half a dozen meters down the river; by the time he emerged from the water, soaked and freezing, he was set to give up.
Then he looked at a very angry drake looking for a very frightened lady, and did the only thing a rogue could do: "HEY RED EARS?! YOUR FIRE GOING OUT?"
The two heads of the wingless dragon snapped up to his eyes, four boring into his two, as if stung by a particularly sharp arrow. One head roared, angry and rather pissed off, and the other just sent a gout of flames his way. With a resigned "bastard" and a dive to the side, he disappeared into the undergrowth just in time to be missed by the flames- mostly. His arm was on fire, and his entire body was steaming and uncomfortably hot, the tree next to him alight with flame.
He could hear it approaching, so he rolled to the side again as the drake's other head sprayed more fire into the forest, randomly, trying to put out his arm in the process. Running and slapping his arm about wildly just about did the trick, and he still managed to get away with bruised ribs and a tattered, burned sleeve.
He loved this outfit. Bastard's going to pay for that. "Hey double snout, you ain't lookin' to hot!" He was met by another roar and the crashing of underbrush as the drake began basing its way through trees and undergrowth, and the rogue did what he did best- he disappeared, leaving the drake utterly confused as it made its way into the forest.</s>
<|message|>Valon Almecci.
Drakes, being very logical creatures fond of a good crossword puzzle took exception to Setherans sudden disappearence and was, logically, enraged to the point of insanity. The two heads roared as one and began to thrash about, easily knocking trees over and trampling small furry animals with impossibly large eyes and ears. Just when the two women (Krea and the damsel in distress) thought that it couldn't get any worse two things happened at once. The two heads began to spray fire over the landscape, and Valon emerged from within the bushes and trees of the forest. Originally he'd been right behind the feme fatale known as Phoenix, but a short moment of unattentiveness and a low-hanging branch gave her a serious head start.
"Come out, shadow-man, stop hiding like a coward!" The two heads of the drake cried, but which sounded suspiciously like "ROOOOAAAR!" in the ears of Valon's magically retarded companions. Not even stopping to see what was going on, Valon charged the river at full speed. Bright blue energy quickly gathered in his hand and he threw the mysterious ball into the water, which immediately began to freeze. Valon landed on solid ice and used his momentum to glide along the surface, using his staff as best he could for balance. The freezing ice luckily reached the other shore before he did and now formed an exteremly slippery bridge across the water.
With solid ground beneath his feet Valon pointed a finger at his own throat and recited one of the first spells he'd ever learned.
"Stop this madness, foul serpent! Crawl back to whatever dank cave you came from!" The voice that came out of Valon's mouth was that of a hundred Valons, or one Valon one hundred times bigger. His voice boomed over the landscape with such force that it had trancended mere sound, you could feel the words slamming into you like extremely sudden gusts of hurricane winds.</s>
<|message|>Krea Estrielle
Hang on a second there.
Sudden realization dawned on Krea. She had to get across the goddamned river? SHE?
Nope, nope, nope, nope swished around in her head. Slowly, her head creaked downwards to angle her eyes towards Seth's belongings. She thought she had heard him say something about bringing his stuff over when she could. Krea blinked once, then twice, recognizing that this was one of those moments when her brain chose to indulge in the art of selective hearing.
Already, Seth had propelled himself straight into the river with a courage Krea could only dream of having – when it came to water that is. A hopeless swimmer, Krea had a ridiculous if not firm belief that she was cursed at birth to have properties akin to that of a rock. Whatever she did underwater, her face was bound to get very acquainted with the seabed – or river bed, in this case.
Just as she was about to plonk her butt right on the bank of the river with the intention of watching Seth humor the drake (while providing moral support since it was practically physically impossible for her to get across without drowning thrice), Valon pulled out an impressive wizardly trick from his pointy hat (figuratively, of course) that left Krea stunned. Subconsciously, she drew her hands up and clapped like a mentally defective seal on too much ale.
"THREE CHEERS FOR THE OLD MA-" She clamped her mouth shut before Valon could twirl around to vaporize her with a nasty fireball. Finding her feet, she untucked her tail, snatched up Seth's belongings and bolted straight to the nice, convenient bridge of ice that the wizard had summoned over the river.
Slippery ice, at that. Extremely slippery ice.
Acutely aware of the uncomfortable distance between the edges of the ice bridge and her, Krea took a tentative first step onto the shimmering white surface. She steadied herself. The next step followed, and the next. She was now halfway across the bridge and about to reward herself with a proud mental pat on the back, when all of a sudden, the sound waves that erupted from Valon's being startled and jolted almost everything in the vicinity.
The next moment, Krea found herself diving head first, on her way to commune with the fishes.
Gurglegargleglurggg…
Krea felt the currents tug at her body, pulling her further downstream. Her face barely broke the water's surface, and she was still clinging desperately onto her weapon and Seth's items, obstinately refusing to let go. Another rush of water crashed unceremoniously into her face and she went under, feeling the tip of her spear scrape against the river bed. Perhaps the river wasn't as deep as she had expected it to be. Just as she was about to ditch all their belongings, a sudden loud thud on her back, followed by the subsequent interruption of her abrupt journey down the river, signaled that a large rock had halted her course.</s>
| <|message|>Setheran
Seth's view from the forest was troubling, to say the least. Valon, at least, came about to distract the thrashing fire-breathing drake, which was good news, because then it would be easier to slash the underbelly of the drake from behind. But... that was really dangerous, and he was hesitant to do so. On the other hand, what if it killed the mage and did whatever to the maiden? It may take her as a sacrifice, slay her on the spot, or eat her. He didn't know- what he did know was that someone else was in imminently more danger, and was carrying his things.
He didn't like have choices, nope, no choices are much better because then he wouldn't have to deal with having to decide and choose one person over another and save one person or another, but he could just go with "she has my stuff," if anyone asks. Then he can come back and help take down the drake, if it's not already dead or fled. Valon can handle it, he was sure, or at least, hoped so.
He again shot through the forest, angling around and away from the drake so that it couldn't possibly hear him or detect him with its thrashing about, and bolted through the forest to the water's edge. She was already farther downstream- hopefully Valon will stay focused, or see him and focus again on the drake.
Then he tripped and faceplanted, just as he was catching up with her. Being a master assassin, he shrugged off the pain from his rather epic faceplant from running full-speed, and again started running, trying to catch up with Phoenix, the waterlogged warrior lady. He wondered what it'd do to her ego- and his. If he manages to pull her out, she looks heavier than he, taller too.
But no matter! With another dive aimed more or less near Phoenix, he slipped into the water at a particularly rough spot and was jostled about, as he made his way towards her, grabbing a shoulder and the arm connected to it, trying to signal to her to grab onto the rock in the middle of the stream, that was approaching a little faster than he'd like. Either way, he held on and tried steering her into the rock, so that at the very least, she'll be able to get a breath.
And when they did hit, he had the misfortune at NOT being aligned with the rock, and the current began dragging him away, so as much as he wouldn't like to, he tightened his grip on the arm that he had a hold of, and switched his other hand to her other arm, pulling himself behind the rock into it's slightly-calmer water, using Phoenix as a handle and the rock as the anchor to that handle.
So, shivering, he said the only logical thing.
"Fuck, my hood's down."</s> |
<|description|>Setheran
Title/Nickname:
Seth
Age:
29
Gender:
Male
Race:
Human
Profession:
Rogue- The Assassin
Equipment:
A set of twin pairs of knives named "Slight" and "Shadow," some little vials of poison, between paralysis, blindness, and just plain painful deadly poison. Has a bag containing some hard bread, and a wineskin filled with... wine. (Water is more uncommon, since alcoholic drinks don't have to be boiled to kill germs and the like) That's about it, besides a bit of cloth for a quick makeshift bandage.
Background:
Growing up in the faraway land known only as the Farlands to all but those who inhabit it, he found himself in the slums of [cityname]. As he grew older, he adapted to his surroundings and soon found himself in the local Assassin's Guild as an apprentice, due to his sneaky sneak skills. Essentially, one neighboring citystate decided they were tired of the Assassins' Guild constantly getting paid to kill officials in the citystate, and they declared war and destroyed [cityname] and its Assassins' Guild, who barely got away with the heads of every high-ranking military official in the process.
From there, they dispersed, and at a young age, Seth was thrust in to the greater world, and decided to escape those pursuing him- his smaller stature allowed him to get into many a secure house and kill a very secure and important man- by traveling overseas. And so he met some people along his exporations in the land of the lighter-skinned people, occasionally getting caught (and killing) a man who always declares themselves as a follower of the great "Draven"
Pros:
-Light and athletic- runs fast, jumps high, climbs quickly, etc.
-Reflexes and speed- likely to hit you first, and second. Then dodge.
-Clever and sneakeh- likely to put a knife in your back while you're against a wall
Cons:
-Small and lithe- he ain't very thick, so he won't be able to take much damage.
-Too fast for his own good- used to being faster and untouched- likely to whine if someone's better than him or if he actually gets hit. What another shrugs off, he'll run from and then cry about it- so to speak.
-Loves chocolate- like go-out-of-his-way-to-steal-or-kill-for-chocolate kind of love. A bar of chocolate=one man dead.
Other:
Nay!</s>
<|message|>Krea Estrielle
On top of her already heavy spear and Seth's belongings, Seth now added to her pile of water-drenched baggage.
Miraculously, Krea had barely managed to secure a hold onto the rock and with great effort, swung Seth's items right on top of it. Then, she embedded her spear tip-down into the river bed, leaving one hand free to haul Seth closer to her. She blinked a couple of times at his exposed countenance, making a mental note to remind herself to prod the guy about it later.
With her head now at a comfortable level above the water's surface, Krea surveyed what had happened back at Valon's. Unfortunately, it was not a pretty sight.
The drake's fire had vaporized the ice bridge almost instantaneously (thanks to Valon lack of foresight. Why ice? Why not stone?), and the maiden that had been attempting to cross it in the slowest way possible had been condemned to a swishy, watery fate.
She disappeared underwater momentarily, before popping up and breaking the surface, followed by splatters and hacking coughs. The currents imposed on her the nasty route which Krea had to take earlier on as well. With each passing moment, the maiden was dragged closer to the warrior and her assassin baggage. Then, Krea had an idea.
"VALON!" She yelled her lungs out. "DO YOU FANCY A SWIM?"
Struggling to get out of the river would be too much of a hassle with everyone but Valon in wet territorities. They could let the stupid river carry them further downstream where the currents were tamer – a one way ticket to safety.
And then, they could come back to settle their scores with the drake.</s>
<|message|>Setheran
Seth's priorities had already shifted away from the equally-as-cold Krea to the maiden being swept down the river, towards them. He gave the Phoenix a reassuring smile- the first she had ever seen, since neither her nor the mage had seen his face- and then pushed off to intercept the waterlogged and flailing damsel in distress.
He had a quick thought- how ironic it was that the thief and assassin was saving lives from the cold liquid that he absolutely hated getting soaked in, and letting someone else hold his non-essential stuff. They owe me so very, very much.
He himself had trouble getting a full lungful of non-waterlogged air, but it didn't affect him quite so much as the others- part of the job was doing whatever was needed to get the job done, and sometimes he had been forced to hide just under the surface of the water, with his nose just barely above to keep breathing. Good training for a moment like this, struggling through the fast-flowing water, swimming diagonal instead of directly against it or straight to the side.
He would've breathed a sigh of relief, had he been able to spare it, when he latched onto the struggling, dress-laden lady, whose exact purpose out in the wilderness could be questioned later. And up ahead, not too far, was a bend in the river, where the entire thing stretched out into a great big curve, and hopefully shallowed out.
A minute of floating and struggling to keep above water with the maiden, he started slowing down, starting to curve and turn, and his feet touched riverbottom. It was loose, and might be a little tricky, but it would have to do. He dragged the fair maiden out of the water, thoroughly unconscious but not looking too worse for the wear. She'd have a couple scars from the cuts on her face, but nothing too bad.
Figuring that her slowly-rising chest meant she was alive, and carefully averting his eyes from leering, he got up, shook himself off, and started trudging back up the bank. He was very much tired and sore from the bashing that he had taken, shivering from the cold and letting the sun's morning heat slowly warm him, but he had a job to do- that robed wizard would probably drown because of all the things he has in his great bag he calls a wardrobe of his. The Phoenix couldn't swim, and he could, and neither could the defenseless one, and his poisons were up there.
He couldn't even think of a response to how crappy his day had already been, though saving the beauty was a thing of duty. So to speak.</s>
<|message|>Valon Almecci.
Setheran and the girl floated away while Phoenix held on for dear life. The scene was completely unknown to Valon who was busy trying to save his own hide from getting barbecued. In a stroke of genius he took cover behind the same boulder that the frightened woman had used as a hiding place when he'd arrived. The drake had calmed down somewhat, since no one was pushing the attack anymore. It had stopped its chaotic attack and instead started to systematically smell the piles of burning forest and molten rock for burning flesh. "I know you were around here, shadow-man, you stink is all over the place... where did you go..." It said, which sounded like a low growl to anyone not trained in the art of magic.
He stood there in relative safety with the world burning around him so hot he could feel the warmth even though the nearest fire was pretty far away. A gentle tug from within his clothes reminded him that Leyling was caught in there. The little blue menace always hid in his clothes except for when it felt safe. Something told Valon that if he forced Leyling to come out now it would never leave his pockets ever again.
Taking a second to breathe and survey the area, he noticed somethong auburn downstream in the river. He would've dismissed it as a log or something, but the long stick that shot up into the air next to the brownish thing made it look suspiciously like the topmost piece of his comerade, the violent woman. But what was she doing in the river? This was no time for a bath, and he was convinced that at some point she''d told him that she couldn't swim.
The drake had started to turn around toward the river, following the scent trail Seth had left when he'd run off to help Krea. Ironically this now had the exact opposite effect as the drake was heading pretty much straight toward the maiden in need with its nose, figuratively, to the ground.
"Balls" He thought. He was indeed between a rock and a hard place. That hard place would soon be a giant reptilian-ish semi-divine being. Ironically it was still considered tiny, in the same way as a mountain can be described as tiny if viewed from very far away. Valon would also like to see the drake very far away.
"Alright, I can't stop the thing, but I might be able to get Phoenix out of there." He thought, and tried to remember the last time he'd taken a swim in full gear. He couldn't think of a magical way of getting them both to safety, but we was a pretty good swimmer… Anyway, Setheran hadn't showed himself in a while and if he was out there he'd hopefully see what was going on and retreat. Besides, even if the drake decided to follow them, the river would carry them along faster that it would be able to run through the forest.
"Alright, here it goes, quick dash to the water, ice blast ready if it tries to flame me. Jump in. Swim, swim, swim. Grab the girl. Swim, swim, swim. Yes, that's exactly what I'll do." He thought and peeked out to see what the dragon was up to. Sadly enough it wasn't looking in his direction and he probably wouldn't get another chance like this again soon.</s>
<|message|>Krea Estrielle
As Krea watched Seth haul the maiden to safety and dry land further up downstream, she felt a tug of jealously. No fair! She grumbled inwardly. She hated water, and she wanted out. Now.
Then, she caught sight of Valon propelling towards her in what she considered was a record-breaking swim, to which her heart skipped a beat with relief and in anticipation of her return to the dry, homey soils of the earth once more.
However, Valon's furious swimming had caught the attention of the drake, which promptly pursued the thrashing, splashing trails left by the wizard with a newfound interest. Krea wondered if he took a fascination in the fact that dinner could walk on dry land, cast spells, and swim. Unbeknownst to the girl, that was far from the truth. The drake, being young, brash and proud, merely wanted to test his might against the escaping party – no river could stop it, oh no.
"RAWWWWWRRHHHHH!" their two-headed winged pursuer bellowed. It was then that Krea realized that she ought to get rid of her spear, temporarily, or else Valon could have a hard time trying to get them both to Seth and his damsel-in-distress. Thus, with a powerful, well-aimed throw, the warrior let loose her dangerous, pointy weapon, sending it flying in Seth's general direction.
"Uh oh," Krea muttered, before she felt stiff fingers clamp onto her arm for the second time that day. Unceremoniously and without further ado, Valon yanked her off her precious rock and compelled her into the deathly waters.
With the river contributing to their rough-sailing yet speedy descend downstream, soon, they left the drake behind as they had hoped. Moments later, they reached the shallower and calmer bit of the river through which Seth had monopolized to get his fair maiden and himself onto the river's bank. Krea, upon securing a firm hold onto solid ground, made herself useful for once and hauled herself out, before dragging the water-logged old man onto dry land after her.
"Well, that was maddening," she concluded. A quick glance around confirmed that they were all utterly, shockingly drenched.</s>
| <|message|>Setheran
Seth was quite busy calming the panicking, soaked woman, while still trying to remain some decency by throwing on his cowl and trying to shake himself off, and keep an eye on the drake and the mage/warmaiden at the same time. It worked out semi-well- he managed to get his cowl back up, but also prevented the woman from drying herself any amount by spraying her with some droplets from his own outfit, and at the same time, took note of the angry drake in the distance, roaring and smashing the water with its front legs.
He also passively took note of the sharp pointy spear the Phoenix liked to swing about flying towards him. His eyes widened; a yelp escaped his lips as he jerked to the side. A quick save, too- the edge just brushed his receding shoulder, cutting through his leather/silk/cloth outfit with alarming ease, cutting a somewhat medium deep slice into his shoulder before he could get it out of the way. The spear continued down to pin the water-laden maiden's lower dress to the ground, slicing through it just as easily. Fortunately for her, she had now been spread-eagle on the ground, or losing a leg might have been the more serious event that happened.
No time to think- he had to stop this bloody painful steel-cut. It hurt worse than a papercut! He did pause to yank out the spear and toss it to the side somewhat clumsily- he had no idea how it was to actually be used, heavy as it was.
And in the distance, the drake roared again, sniffed the air and started crashing through the forest, as if it had smelled something tastier. Humans weren't that tasty, right? Maybe deer were more attractive in the tastebuds' eyes, or maybe a boar.</s> |
<|description|>Valon Almecci.
Title/Nickname: Wizard of the third circle.
Age: 37.
Gender: Male.
Race: Human.
Profession: Wizard.
Equipment: Clothes: wizards robe (yellow and red), matching pointy hat, pointy shoes. Staff/walking stick and a book of magic.
Background: Valon is the son of a rather successful merchant and was thanks to this able to study magic. his studies began at age 17 and during his second year he met Leyling (se "other") hiding in a dusty corner of the library. Magic is a hard subject to study as it isn't one thing, everyone has to find and define his or her own magic. At age 30 Valon had only managed to advance to the third level and was utterly bored. He dropped out, but stole a book of spells and has been travelling the world ever since.
Pros: Can see things others can't, being a wizard carries some respect,
Cons: Soft and squishy, terribly afraid of spiders.
Other:
Valon is not the best wizard in the world, nor can he ever claim that title. Although he has studies magic for almost twenty years he still has trouble with anything over the basic level. He can perform the basics (hurling a fireball, levitate, opening a door from afar) without too much trouble if he can take his time, but if he is under stress or have to perform a more advanced spell then things can go… weird.
Pet: Even in a world as strange and magic as this one a Leyling is a strange sight indeed. It is a small… Animal, about as large as a fist. It is covered in bright blue fur, about an inch long. It has no visible arms, legs, ears or tails. but there are eyes, surprisingly big for such a small creature, and a mouth that has two perfect rows of herbivore teeth (strangely enough) and a smooth tongue.
The presence of teeth is a strange one indeed because the Leylings doesn't seem to eat anything. Later research has determined that the little blue dust bunnies live off of residual magical energy, which would explain why most of them are attracted to mages and their study halls. They are extremely rare, and even a well-educated man such as Valon thought they were only myth until he actually met one.
There is a collection of stories going around the desert about a man who was hungry enough to try and eat 12 Leylings on different days… Let's just say you shouldn't.
Valon simply calls his little friend "Leyling" and the blue menace spends most of its time hidden away within his clothes or (if it feels safe) on his shoulder. During his adventures Valon fancies himself to have met men and women of every variant of magical ability, but Leyling has never left his side.
Valon isn't nearly as incompetent as he thinks he is. He might even hold enough talent to become a Primagus (master within his order, or wizard of the ninth circle). The thing is, Leyling's appetite is many hundred times bigger than it itself is (Although, where it puts it all is a question for the gods) and it tends to leave Valon with very little magical energy or at least with the energy in great chaos. Valon has no idea, and would probably not believe anyone if they told him.
Leyling doesn't cling to Valon because of his "hidden potential", it just likes how Valons magic tastes.</s>
<|message|>Setheran
Companions. So very welcome, and yet he'll plunge a knife into his hand before he admits it. The fire-haired beauty and the old guy. Well, wizard, not just a guy. He made sure to give the man some good-natured ribbing for traveling with two younger, faster, sprier combatants.
A good knife through from the dark could disable them both. No armor on the wizard- next to no armor on the warrior. Maybe he should teach them some things about reacting? They were his companions, and he was sort of the safest of them all. He was always in the shadows, unless he decided to walk with them. Slept in the trees; they slept on the ground next to their beacon, their fire. Fire's good and all, but it's bright and attracts attention.
Was he being too paranoid? Probably. He wondered if the girl could use that knife of hers. Probably not, at least in comparison to him. The wizard... is there a poison that suppresses magical abilities? He hoped not. He wasn't too terribly fast, not for a trained warrior. A little cut might make him useless. But then again, a fireball is terribly painful, from what he's seen.
His thoughts drifted as they did now for the duration of his watch.
+}--{+
He balanced on his branch, not needing to take care of a blanket because he didn't have one. The others were shifting, about to wake, and he hopped of his branch in anticipation of the day ahead. A light, thud sounded his presence to the earth, but it was low enough to keep from disturbing the birds in the tree over. As usual, he waited for his companions to open their eyes and start stretching, before he stalked out of the receding darkness with the confidence of a cat, and with the grace of one. Smooth, slow, and yet also moving faster than expected, no energy wasted.
Well, maybe a little wasted. But he had to keep appearances up. None of them had seen his face yet; neither of them had asked. He was the assassin in this stereotypical group, and he had to be as such.</s>
<|message|>Valon Almecci.
Dawn upon them, the strong morning sun shinng into Valon's eyes, waking him up. He opened his eyes just in time to see the contour of one of his companions, Setheran, drop down from a tree. "About that time again..?" He thought and felt a great yawn come over him, no use fighting it. After stretching for a second or two he sat up, grabbed his staff and poked it into what remained of the fire. Only a few small black pieces of charcoal remained. And he wanted a warm breakfast. He could get up and search for firewood, but that would take time and it would probably be wet anyway... Cold breakfast? No! He was a wizard damnit, he could command a whole legion of kitchen appliances to make him a feast worthy of a king, or at least he had read a spell about it once...
With a grunt he closed his eyes and tried to concentrate. There was a flame-spell that would solve his problem perfectly. He could focus it through his staff and just put the fire down where he wanted it, and then cook breakfast. How did that thing go again? Aah, right.
He opened his eyes again and gave each of his companions a look, just to check that they weren't doodling with the fireplace. Youngsters, they probably didn't appreciate a warm breakfast yet, they could live on stale bread and water... Aah, to be young and stupid again.
He muttered the spell under his breath and gathered the energy in the hand holding the staff. Now all he needed to do was lead it down the length of the wood...</s>
<|message|>Krea Estrielle
Krea had emerged from dreamland a good few moments before Valon had, but chose to take a lavish half-asleep, half-awake slumber behind closed eyelids. Only after her senses had picked up the muffled thud of Seth's drop from the branches above their little campfire, she tossed and turned a little bit more, before sitting up - fully awake. Not that she wasn't capable of waking up on mornings. She simply chose to take her time, since her former master had forbidden willy-nillying before breakfast.
As per her usual morning routine, Krea surveyed the campsite, her eyes resting on Valon who seemed to be up to one of his usual magician antics. A grin crossed her face as she shifted to a more comfortable position, arm propped against her knee.
"Another fire spell, Valon?" Krea cocked her head. The wizard declined to reply, quite evidently focused on his task.
"You know, bread and water ain't gonna kill you," she continued. "Besides-"
There was a splutter, followed by a hacking cough. Krea traced her eyes to the source of the sound, only to find that Valon's staff was spurting out... water. The complete opposite of what he had intended to do. On top of that, most of it had trickled straight down into the fireplace, causing the dying embers to fully extinguish. They smoldered for a little while, leaving the scent of burning ash lingering in the air, before all signs of activity ceased.
Silence assumed its position in their cosy campsite - only to be broken abruptly by Krea's unceremonious roar of laughter.
"Well done!" was all she could manage, then doubled up yet again.</s>
<|message|>Setheran
Setheran joined them by the campfire as he watched water spray from the mage's staff like a broken wellpump. He smirked, and chuckled along with the Phoenix's great burst of boisterous laughter, dryly commenting, "If you want something to drink, just ask. No need to use the campfire as a wineskin, methinks." He paused for a moment, before added, "You could've at least filled it up before that twig of yours gave out."
Then he muttered a curse as some of it splashed on his outfit, from a burned branch collapsing in the little campsite, sending a small, but for Seth, and deadly volley of water droplets. Showing up with a half-soaked outfit is hardly the way to go, when coming up to a town. Hardly good to keep up appearances, OR reputation.
Even though it was just a few droplets.
Either way, his hooded head turned to the laughing Phoenix, and asking, "Well then, why don't you start the fire? I'd say the old man's efforts were admirable, if the opposite what we were looking for. Or assume he was meaning." He took out his wineskin from beneath several folds of clothing, and took a refreshing swig of old, leathery-tasting wine.
Oh dear. A water sprayer... that might soak him. It might even push his cowl back, if he was sprayed directly.
Water was deadly.</s>
| <|message|>Valon Almecci.
"Contain yourself, woman!" Valon snapped with perhaps a bit more aggression than was really needed. Then he looked at his staff, amazed and surpriced at the same time. As he raised it, the water went from a serene pouring to a more nope-kind of speed. Before it died out completely a few drops of the liquid had reached his hand. It wasn't even warm.
"This isn't right... This isn't right at all." He said and dug through his pack, searching for his book of magic. He found it and immediately started to serch through the pages for the spell.
Spellbokks are, contrary to popular belief, not written with words or dancing letters that rearrange themself if they're read by someone "unworthy" They are written with colours, and shapes. Magic cannot be captured with words, but with emotions and feelings. To describe the finer points of magic with mere words would be like explaining the history of the universe using drums.
No idea how long he sat there, Valon finally laid eyes on the correct spell. He went through it in his head amd found the mistake, but couldn't figure out how it had gone so horribly wrong. He leafed through the book into the section about water magic and had one of those aha-moments. "Al Fehru, you lazy bastard" he whispered as he read the spell of water. It was the exact same spell, but with a small, tiny, change. In text, you could say that he forgot to change "lot" to "not". The grand mage Al Fehru had belinged to the desert people, and as such found water to be much more valuable than fire, but had discovered both spells, and had written them down on the same day. He made a mental note of this, to prevent the same mistake happening again.
Suddenly his ears picked up a sound and forced him to break concentration. He looked up and tried to pinpoint the source of the sound while his brain tried to figure out what kind of sound it was. His head jerked violently to the side when the signal finally came. A screm of fear, and uncomfortably close.</s> |
<|description|>Valon Almecci.
Title/Nickname: Wizard of the third circle.
Age: 37.
Gender: Male.
Race: Human.
Profession: Wizard.
Equipment: Clothes: wizards robe (yellow and red), matching pointy hat, pointy shoes. Staff/walking stick and a book of magic.
Background: Valon is the son of a rather successful merchant and was thanks to this able to study magic. his studies began at age 17 and during his second year he met Leyling (se "other") hiding in a dusty corner of the library. Magic is a hard subject to study as it isn't one thing, everyone has to find and define his or her own magic. At age 30 Valon had only managed to advance to the third level and was utterly bored. He dropped out, but stole a book of spells and has been travelling the world ever since.
Pros: Can see things others can't, being a wizard carries some respect,
Cons: Soft and squishy, terribly afraid of spiders.
Other:
Valon is not the best wizard in the world, nor can he ever claim that title. Although he has studies magic for almost twenty years he still has trouble with anything over the basic level. He can perform the basics (hurling a fireball, levitate, opening a door from afar) without too much trouble if he can take his time, but if he is under stress or have to perform a more advanced spell then things can go… weird.
Pet: Even in a world as strange and magic as this one a Leyling is a strange sight indeed. It is a small… Animal, about as large as a fist. It is covered in bright blue fur, about an inch long. It has no visible arms, legs, ears or tails. but there are eyes, surprisingly big for such a small creature, and a mouth that has two perfect rows of herbivore teeth (strangely enough) and a smooth tongue.
The presence of teeth is a strange one indeed because the Leylings doesn't seem to eat anything. Later research has determined that the little blue dust bunnies live off of residual magical energy, which would explain why most of them are attracted to mages and their study halls. They are extremely rare, and even a well-educated man such as Valon thought they were only myth until he actually met one.
There is a collection of stories going around the desert about a man who was hungry enough to try and eat 12 Leylings on different days… Let's just say you shouldn't.
Valon simply calls his little friend "Leyling" and the blue menace spends most of its time hidden away within his clothes or (if it feels safe) on his shoulder. During his adventures Valon fancies himself to have met men and women of every variant of magical ability, but Leyling has never left his side.
Valon isn't nearly as incompetent as he thinks he is. He might even hold enough talent to become a Primagus (master within his order, or wizard of the ninth circle). The thing is, Leyling's appetite is many hundred times bigger than it itself is (Although, where it puts it all is a question for the gods) and it tends to leave Valon with very little magical energy or at least with the energy in great chaos. Valon has no idea, and would probably not believe anyone if they told him.
Leyling doesn't cling to Valon because of his "hidden potential", it just likes how Valons magic tastes.</s>
<|message|>Valon Almecci.
Drakes, being very logical creatures fond of a good crossword puzzle took exception to Setherans sudden disappearence and was, logically, enraged to the point of insanity. The two heads roared as one and began to thrash about, easily knocking trees over and trampling small furry animals with impossibly large eyes and ears. Just when the two women (Krea and the damsel in distress) thought that it couldn't get any worse two things happened at once. The two heads began to spray fire over the landscape, and Valon emerged from within the bushes and trees of the forest. Originally he'd been right behind the feme fatale known as Phoenix, but a short moment of unattentiveness and a low-hanging branch gave her a serious head start.
"Come out, shadow-man, stop hiding like a coward!" The two heads of the drake cried, but which sounded suspiciously like "ROOOOAAAR!" in the ears of Valon's magically retarded companions. Not even stopping to see what was going on, Valon charged the river at full speed. Bright blue energy quickly gathered in his hand and he threw the mysterious ball into the water, which immediately began to freeze. Valon landed on solid ice and used his momentum to glide along the surface, using his staff as best he could for balance. The freezing ice luckily reached the other shore before he did and now formed an exteremly slippery bridge across the water.
With solid ground beneath his feet Valon pointed a finger at his own throat and recited one of the first spells he'd ever learned.
"Stop this madness, foul serpent! Crawl back to whatever dank cave you came from!" The voice that came out of Valon's mouth was that of a hundred Valons, or one Valon one hundred times bigger. His voice boomed over the landscape with such force that it had trancended mere sound, you could feel the words slamming into you like extremely sudden gusts of hurricane winds.</s>
<|message|>Krea Estrielle
Hang on a second there.
Sudden realization dawned on Krea. She had to get across the goddamned river? SHE?
Nope, nope, nope, nope swished around in her head. Slowly, her head creaked downwards to angle her eyes towards Seth's belongings. She thought she had heard him say something about bringing his stuff over when she could. Krea blinked once, then twice, recognizing that this was one of those moments when her brain chose to indulge in the art of selective hearing.
Already, Seth had propelled himself straight into the river with a courage Krea could only dream of having – when it came to water that is. A hopeless swimmer, Krea had a ridiculous if not firm belief that she was cursed at birth to have properties akin to that of a rock. Whatever she did underwater, her face was bound to get very acquainted with the seabed – or river bed, in this case.
Just as she was about to plonk her butt right on the bank of the river with the intention of watching Seth humor the drake (while providing moral support since it was practically physically impossible for her to get across without drowning thrice), Valon pulled out an impressive wizardly trick from his pointy hat (figuratively, of course) that left Krea stunned. Subconsciously, she drew her hands up and clapped like a mentally defective seal on too much ale.
"THREE CHEERS FOR THE OLD MA-" She clamped her mouth shut before Valon could twirl around to vaporize her with a nasty fireball. Finding her feet, she untucked her tail, snatched up Seth's belongings and bolted straight to the nice, convenient bridge of ice that the wizard had summoned over the river.
Slippery ice, at that. Extremely slippery ice.
Acutely aware of the uncomfortable distance between the edges of the ice bridge and her, Krea took a tentative first step onto the shimmering white surface. She steadied herself. The next step followed, and the next. She was now halfway across the bridge and about to reward herself with a proud mental pat on the back, when all of a sudden, the sound waves that erupted from Valon's being startled and jolted almost everything in the vicinity.
The next moment, Krea found herself diving head first, on her way to commune with the fishes.
Gurglegargleglurggg…
Krea felt the currents tug at her body, pulling her further downstream. Her face barely broke the water's surface, and she was still clinging desperately onto her weapon and Seth's items, obstinately refusing to let go. Another rush of water crashed unceremoniously into her face and she went under, feeling the tip of her spear scrape against the river bed. Perhaps the river wasn't as deep as she had expected it to be. Just as she was about to ditch all their belongings, a sudden loud thud on her back, followed by the subsequent interruption of her abrupt journey down the river, signaled that a large rock had halted her course.</s>
<|message|>Setheran
Seth's view from the forest was troubling, to say the least. Valon, at least, came about to distract the thrashing fire-breathing drake, which was good news, because then it would be easier to slash the underbelly of the drake from behind. But... that was really dangerous, and he was hesitant to do so. On the other hand, what if it killed the mage and did whatever to the maiden? It may take her as a sacrifice, slay her on the spot, or eat her. He didn't know- what he did know was that someone else was in imminently more danger, and was carrying his things.
He didn't like have choices, nope, no choices are much better because then he wouldn't have to deal with having to decide and choose one person over another and save one person or another, but he could just go with "she has my stuff," if anyone asks. Then he can come back and help take down the drake, if it's not already dead or fled. Valon can handle it, he was sure, or at least, hoped so.
He again shot through the forest, angling around and away from the drake so that it couldn't possibly hear him or detect him with its thrashing about, and bolted through the forest to the water's edge. She was already farther downstream- hopefully Valon will stay focused, or see him and focus again on the drake.
Then he tripped and faceplanted, just as he was catching up with her. Being a master assassin, he shrugged off the pain from his rather epic faceplant from running full-speed, and again started running, trying to catch up with Phoenix, the waterlogged warrior lady. He wondered what it'd do to her ego- and his. If he manages to pull her out, she looks heavier than he, taller too.
But no matter! With another dive aimed more or less near Phoenix, he slipped into the water at a particularly rough spot and was jostled about, as he made his way towards her, grabbing a shoulder and the arm connected to it, trying to signal to her to grab onto the rock in the middle of the stream, that was approaching a little faster than he'd like. Either way, he held on and tried steering her into the rock, so that at the very least, she'll be able to get a breath.
And when they did hit, he had the misfortune at NOT being aligned with the rock, and the current began dragging him away, so as much as he wouldn't like to, he tightened his grip on the arm that he had a hold of, and switched his other hand to her other arm, pulling himself behind the rock into it's slightly-calmer water, using Phoenix as a handle and the rock as the anchor to that handle.
So, shivering, he said the only logical thing.
"Fuck, my hood's down."</s>
| <|message|>Valon Almecci.
The drake, obviously not even noticing Valon's valiant attempt at shock and awe kept on thrashing about, throwing both of its heads around as they breathed fire. Valon wondered for a minute if it would be possibe for the fiend to slay itself with this badly constructed technique. "Alright. I'll give him something to look at, and you flank him from the..." He said and turned to where he thought he'd see phoenix, but she was nowhere in sight. Instead the young woman whose scream had drawn the three heroes to the river in the first place. Shestared back at Valon with eyes that told thousands of stories of bravery and courage, and that she wouldn't be capable of any of them.
"Damn it, and Seth is nowhere to be found.... as usual." He thought and threw his arm out, pointing it toward the river.
"Get to the other side, you'll be safe there, I'll handle this!" He said and tried to sound as heroic as he could while at the same time being scared right out of his pants.
The girl made a run for the icy bridge, it was better than nothing after all, while Valon pulled up his pants and tightened his belt. He'd barely had the time to do this before he had to throw himself to the side in oder to avoid a nasty case of Burn-to-death-itis. A squeal behind him confirmed that the fire had hit the icy bridge.
"Damn it. I'm no match for a dragon, not even a youngling. Not alone."
Something had to be done, but magic normally didn't affect drakes anyway.
He looked back to see what had happened to the bridge and the girl.</s> |
<|description|>Valon Almecci.
Title/Nickname: Wizard of the third circle.
Age: 37.
Gender: Male.
Race: Human.
Profession: Wizard.
Equipment: Clothes: wizards robe (yellow and red), matching pointy hat, pointy shoes. Staff/walking stick and a book of magic.
Background: Valon is the son of a rather successful merchant and was thanks to this able to study magic. his studies began at age 17 and during his second year he met Leyling (se "other") hiding in a dusty corner of the library. Magic is a hard subject to study as it isn't one thing, everyone has to find and define his or her own magic. At age 30 Valon had only managed to advance to the third level and was utterly bored. He dropped out, but stole a book of spells and has been travelling the world ever since.
Pros: Can see things others can't, being a wizard carries some respect,
Cons: Soft and squishy, terribly afraid of spiders.
Other:
Valon is not the best wizard in the world, nor can he ever claim that title. Although he has studies magic for almost twenty years he still has trouble with anything over the basic level. He can perform the basics (hurling a fireball, levitate, opening a door from afar) without too much trouble if he can take his time, but if he is under stress or have to perform a more advanced spell then things can go… weird.
Pet: Even in a world as strange and magic as this one a Leyling is a strange sight indeed. It is a small… Animal, about as large as a fist. It is covered in bright blue fur, about an inch long. It has no visible arms, legs, ears or tails. but there are eyes, surprisingly big for such a small creature, and a mouth that has two perfect rows of herbivore teeth (strangely enough) and a smooth tongue.
The presence of teeth is a strange one indeed because the Leylings doesn't seem to eat anything. Later research has determined that the little blue dust bunnies live off of residual magical energy, which would explain why most of them are attracted to mages and their study halls. They are extremely rare, and even a well-educated man such as Valon thought they were only myth until he actually met one.
There is a collection of stories going around the desert about a man who was hungry enough to try and eat 12 Leylings on different days… Let's just say you shouldn't.
Valon simply calls his little friend "Leyling" and the blue menace spends most of its time hidden away within his clothes or (if it feels safe) on his shoulder. During his adventures Valon fancies himself to have met men and women of every variant of magical ability, but Leyling has never left his side.
Valon isn't nearly as incompetent as he thinks he is. He might even hold enough talent to become a Primagus (master within his order, or wizard of the ninth circle). The thing is, Leyling's appetite is many hundred times bigger than it itself is (Although, where it puts it all is a question for the gods) and it tends to leave Valon with very little magical energy or at least with the energy in great chaos. Valon has no idea, and would probably not believe anyone if they told him.
Leyling doesn't cling to Valon because of his "hidden potential", it just likes how Valons magic tastes.</s>
<|message|>Setheran
Seth's priorities had already shifted away from the equally-as-cold Krea to the maiden being swept down the river, towards them. He gave the Phoenix a reassuring smile- the first she had ever seen, since neither her nor the mage had seen his face- and then pushed off to intercept the waterlogged and flailing damsel in distress.
He had a quick thought- how ironic it was that the thief and assassin was saving lives from the cold liquid that he absolutely hated getting soaked in, and letting someone else hold his non-essential stuff. They owe me so very, very much.
He himself had trouble getting a full lungful of non-waterlogged air, but it didn't affect him quite so much as the others- part of the job was doing whatever was needed to get the job done, and sometimes he had been forced to hide just under the surface of the water, with his nose just barely above to keep breathing. Good training for a moment like this, struggling through the fast-flowing water, swimming diagonal instead of directly against it or straight to the side.
He would've breathed a sigh of relief, had he been able to spare it, when he latched onto the struggling, dress-laden lady, whose exact purpose out in the wilderness could be questioned later. And up ahead, not too far, was a bend in the river, where the entire thing stretched out into a great big curve, and hopefully shallowed out.
A minute of floating and struggling to keep above water with the maiden, he started slowing down, starting to curve and turn, and his feet touched riverbottom. It was loose, and might be a little tricky, but it would have to do. He dragged the fair maiden out of the water, thoroughly unconscious but not looking too worse for the wear. She'd have a couple scars from the cuts on her face, but nothing too bad.
Figuring that her slowly-rising chest meant she was alive, and carefully averting his eyes from leering, he got up, shook himself off, and started trudging back up the bank. He was very much tired and sore from the bashing that he had taken, shivering from the cold and letting the sun's morning heat slowly warm him, but he had a job to do- that robed wizard would probably drown because of all the things he has in his great bag he calls a wardrobe of his. The Phoenix couldn't swim, and he could, and neither could the defenseless one, and his poisons were up there.
He couldn't even think of a response to how crappy his day had already been, though saving the beauty was a thing of duty. So to speak.</s>
<|message|>Valon Almecci.
Setheran and the girl floated away while Phoenix held on for dear life. The scene was completely unknown to Valon who was busy trying to save his own hide from getting barbecued. In a stroke of genius he took cover behind the same boulder that the frightened woman had used as a hiding place when he'd arrived. The drake had calmed down somewhat, since no one was pushing the attack anymore. It had stopped its chaotic attack and instead started to systematically smell the piles of burning forest and molten rock for burning flesh. "I know you were around here, shadow-man, you stink is all over the place... where did you go..." It said, which sounded like a low growl to anyone not trained in the art of magic.
He stood there in relative safety with the world burning around him so hot he could feel the warmth even though the nearest fire was pretty far away. A gentle tug from within his clothes reminded him that Leyling was caught in there. The little blue menace always hid in his clothes except for when it felt safe. Something told Valon that if he forced Leyling to come out now it would never leave his pockets ever again.
Taking a second to breathe and survey the area, he noticed somethong auburn downstream in the river. He would've dismissed it as a log or something, but the long stick that shot up into the air next to the brownish thing made it look suspiciously like the topmost piece of his comerade, the violent woman. But what was she doing in the river? This was no time for a bath, and he was convinced that at some point she''d told him that she couldn't swim.
The drake had started to turn around toward the river, following the scent trail Seth had left when he'd run off to help Krea. Ironically this now had the exact opposite effect as the drake was heading pretty much straight toward the maiden in need with its nose, figuratively, to the ground.
"Balls" He thought. He was indeed between a rock and a hard place. That hard place would soon be a giant reptilian-ish semi-divine being. Ironically it was still considered tiny, in the same way as a mountain can be described as tiny if viewed from very far away. Valon would also like to see the drake very far away.
"Alright, I can't stop the thing, but I might be able to get Phoenix out of there." He thought, and tried to remember the last time he'd taken a swim in full gear. He couldn't think of a magical way of getting them both to safety, but we was a pretty good swimmer… Anyway, Setheran hadn't showed himself in a while and if he was out there he'd hopefully see what was going on and retreat. Besides, even if the drake decided to follow them, the river would carry them along faster that it would be able to run through the forest.
"Alright, here it goes, quick dash to the water, ice blast ready if it tries to flame me. Jump in. Swim, swim, swim. Grab the girl. Swim, swim, swim. Yes, that's exactly what I'll do." He thought and peeked out to see what the dragon was up to. Sadly enough it wasn't looking in his direction and he probably wouldn't get another chance like this again soon.</s>
<|message|>Krea Estrielle
As Krea watched Seth haul the maiden to safety and dry land further up downstream, she felt a tug of jealously. No fair! She grumbled inwardly. She hated water, and she wanted out. Now.
Then, she caught sight of Valon propelling towards her in what she considered was a record-breaking swim, to which her heart skipped a beat with relief and in anticipation of her return to the dry, homey soils of the earth once more.
However, Valon's furious swimming had caught the attention of the drake, which promptly pursued the thrashing, splashing trails left by the wizard with a newfound interest. Krea wondered if he took a fascination in the fact that dinner could walk on dry land, cast spells, and swim. Unbeknownst to the girl, that was far from the truth. The drake, being young, brash and proud, merely wanted to test his might against the escaping party – no river could stop it, oh no.
"RAWWWWWRRHHHHH!" their two-headed winged pursuer bellowed. It was then that Krea realized that she ought to get rid of her spear, temporarily, or else Valon could have a hard time trying to get them both to Seth and his damsel-in-distress. Thus, with a powerful, well-aimed throw, the warrior let loose her dangerous, pointy weapon, sending it flying in Seth's general direction.
"Uh oh," Krea muttered, before she felt stiff fingers clamp onto her arm for the second time that day. Unceremoniously and without further ado, Valon yanked her off her precious rock and compelled her into the deathly waters.
With the river contributing to their rough-sailing yet speedy descend downstream, soon, they left the drake behind as they had hoped. Moments later, they reached the shallower and calmer bit of the river through which Seth had monopolized to get his fair maiden and himself onto the river's bank. Krea, upon securing a firm hold onto solid ground, made herself useful for once and hauled herself out, before dragging the water-logged old man onto dry land after her.
"Well, that was maddening," she concluded. A quick glance around confirmed that they were all utterly, shockingly drenched.</s>
<|message|>Setheran
Seth was quite busy calming the panicking, soaked woman, while still trying to remain some decency by throwing on his cowl and trying to shake himself off, and keep an eye on the drake and the mage/warmaiden at the same time. It worked out semi-well- he managed to get his cowl back up, but also prevented the woman from drying herself any amount by spraying her with some droplets from his own outfit, and at the same time, took note of the angry drake in the distance, roaring and smashing the water with its front legs.
He also passively took note of the sharp pointy spear the Phoenix liked to swing about flying towards him. His eyes widened; a yelp escaped his lips as he jerked to the side. A quick save, too- the edge just brushed his receding shoulder, cutting through his leather/silk/cloth outfit with alarming ease, cutting a somewhat medium deep slice into his shoulder before he could get it out of the way. The spear continued down to pin the water-laden maiden's lower dress to the ground, slicing through it just as easily. Fortunately for her, she had now been spread-eagle on the ground, or losing a leg might have been the more serious event that happened.
No time to think- he had to stop this bloody painful steel-cut. It hurt worse than a papercut! He did pause to yank out the spear and toss it to the side somewhat clumsily- he had no idea how it was to actually be used, heavy as it was.
And in the distance, the drake roared again, sniffed the air and started crashing through the forest, as if it had smelled something tastier. Humans weren't that tasty, right? Maybe deer were more attractive in the tastebuds' eyes, or maybe a boar.</s>
| <|message|>Valon Almecci.
Valon was dragged out of the water in an almost herculean effort of strenght, his robes was soaked through and their wieght sure exceeded his own. As soon as Krea let him go there was little he could do between the slippery mud and his clothes weighing a metric ass-ton, he fell down with a most unceremonious squirt. Something moved within his robes and struggled to find a way out, thinking that Leyling was in trouble, Valon did what he could to find a safe passage for his friend, and was truly amazed when a silvery fich about the size of his foot jumped out, before he could gather his senses the fish had reached the water and escaped. No fish for breakfast this day.
"So, let's review..." He said, and fished his hat out of the water with his staff.
"No breakfast, drake wanting to eat us, damsel in distress half drowned, barely got away with our lives..." He counted out on his fingers. "All in all, better morning than yesterday."
He took in the scene. Seth was cradling his arm, which was leaking at an alarming rate. Their rescuee was on the ground, he had to find out if their troubles would pay off. After all, ladies that were rescued from dragons always turned out to be princesses or something like that...
He fought (against gravity) to stand up, and seemed to manage as long as he remained somewhat upright. The weight displacement would sent him right back down if he leaned over too much. Stiffly he made his way over to Seth and the lady. His first concern was of course Seth, but bandaging wounds and healing spells were never his forté. "You'll have to do something about that, once you run dry you'll be no fun at all" he said, as if Seth hadn't figured that out already.
Standing above the woman, Valon noticed her dress. It wasn't a typical princess dress, although if you are going to be eaten by a dragon there's no point in dressing up. It was actually nothing more than rags, if she hadn't just been rescued from a dragon, one might actually believe that she was an entirely ordinary person.</s> |
<|description|>Krea Estrielle
Title/Nickname: Phoenix, after her auburn hair.
Age: 26
Gender: Female
Race: Hoooman.
Profession: Fighter. Former-gladiator.
Equipment: The spear as shown in the picture, as well as a handy-dandy light dagger she hangs on her belt for emergencies (her skill with it is questionable).
Background
Kidnapped and sold as a slave to a noble at the age of 10, Krea had been promptly deposited in one too many gladiator rings after a brief three years of training imposed on her by her master. While (obviously) not dead yet, Krea decided that she had enough after seven years of grueling, bloody battles and barely scraping through them alive. Besides, she was certain that her greedy master had reaped enough profits from all her wins. But most importantly? After years of experience, handling various sorts of weapons and augmenting her battle wits and reflexes, she was more than ready to make a break for it. Which she did, and succeeded. Krea had been wandering around alone ever since, until she bumped into an odd wizard by the name of Valon Almecci, taking a liking for his peculiar little creature. They have been travelling together ever since - mostly Krea persistently following him around out of boredom, finding him an amusing companion. She relishes watching Valon's fantastic spell failures when they occur, making it a point to remind him about them every now and then.
Strengths
- Krea has impressive strength for a female, and great stamina. A result of her past experiences.
- Able to wield several weapon types - spears, swords, polearms.
- Hosts quick battle reflexes and wits, a skill sharpened and honed over time.
Weaknesses
- Regarding bullet point two under 'strengths': jack of all trades and master of none applies here. Having to switch between different weapon types as dictated by circumstances in the gladiator rings did not allow for perfection in any one of them.
- Clueless about close-ranged or hand-to-hand combat, since her combat style revolves around keeping her opponent at a comfortable distance, using weapon techniques to defeat stronger, male opponents who would otherwise overpower her in an unarmed duel. Take away her weapons, and she'll be krea-ing. (Ahem pun intended).
- She can't swim.
Other:</s>
<|message|>Setheran
Companions. So very welcome, and yet he'll plunge a knife into his hand before he admits it. The fire-haired beauty and the old guy. Well, wizard, not just a guy. He made sure to give the man some good-natured ribbing for traveling with two younger, faster, sprier combatants.
A good knife through from the dark could disable them both. No armor on the wizard- next to no armor on the warrior. Maybe he should teach them some things about reacting? They were his companions, and he was sort of the safest of them all. He was always in the shadows, unless he decided to walk with them. Slept in the trees; they slept on the ground next to their beacon, their fire. Fire's good and all, but it's bright and attracts attention.
Was he being too paranoid? Probably. He wondered if the girl could use that knife of hers. Probably not, at least in comparison to him. The wizard... is there a poison that suppresses magical abilities? He hoped not. He wasn't too terribly fast, not for a trained warrior. A little cut might make him useless. But then again, a fireball is terribly painful, from what he's seen.
His thoughts drifted as they did now for the duration of his watch.
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He balanced on his branch, not needing to take care of a blanket because he didn't have one. The others were shifting, about to wake, and he hopped of his branch in anticipation of the day ahead. A light, thud sounded his presence to the earth, but it was low enough to keep from disturbing the birds in the tree over. As usual, he waited for his companions to open their eyes and start stretching, before he stalked out of the receding darkness with the confidence of a cat, and with the grace of one. Smooth, slow, and yet also moving faster than expected, no energy wasted.
Well, maybe a little wasted. But he had to keep appearances up. None of them had seen his face yet; neither of them had asked. He was the assassin in this stereotypical group, and he had to be as such.</s>
<|message|>Valon Almecci.
Dawn upon them, the strong morning sun shinng into Valon's eyes, waking him up. He opened his eyes just in time to see the contour of one of his companions, Setheran, drop down from a tree. "About that time again..?" He thought and felt a great yawn come over him, no use fighting it. After stretching for a second or two he sat up, grabbed his staff and poked it into what remained of the fire. Only a few small black pieces of charcoal remained. And he wanted a warm breakfast. He could get up and search for firewood, but that would take time and it would probably be wet anyway... Cold breakfast? No! He was a wizard damnit, he could command a whole legion of kitchen appliances to make him a feast worthy of a king, or at least he had read a spell about it once...
With a grunt he closed his eyes and tried to concentrate. There was a flame-spell that would solve his problem perfectly. He could focus it through his staff and just put the fire down where he wanted it, and then cook breakfast. How did that thing go again? Aah, right.
He opened his eyes again and gave each of his companions a look, just to check that they weren't doodling with the fireplace. Youngsters, they probably didn't appreciate a warm breakfast yet, they could live on stale bread and water... Aah, to be young and stupid again.
He muttered the spell under his breath and gathered the energy in the hand holding the staff. Now all he needed to do was lead it down the length of the wood...</s>
<|message|>Krea Estrielle
Krea had emerged from dreamland a good few moments before Valon had, but chose to take a lavish half-asleep, half-awake slumber behind closed eyelids. Only after her senses had picked up the muffled thud of Seth's drop from the branches above their little campfire, she tossed and turned a little bit more, before sitting up - fully awake. Not that she wasn't capable of waking up on mornings. She simply chose to take her time, since her former master had forbidden willy-nillying before breakfast.
As per her usual morning routine, Krea surveyed the campsite, her eyes resting on Valon who seemed to be up to one of his usual magician antics. A grin crossed her face as she shifted to a more comfortable position, arm propped against her knee.
"Another fire spell, Valon?" Krea cocked her head. The wizard declined to reply, quite evidently focused on his task.
"You know, bread and water ain't gonna kill you," she continued. "Besides-"
There was a splutter, followed by a hacking cough. Krea traced her eyes to the source of the sound, only to find that Valon's staff was spurting out... water. The complete opposite of what he had intended to do. On top of that, most of it had trickled straight down into the fireplace, causing the dying embers to fully extinguish. They smoldered for a little while, leaving the scent of burning ash lingering in the air, before all signs of activity ceased.
Silence assumed its position in their cosy campsite - only to be broken abruptly by Krea's unceremonious roar of laughter.
"Well done!" was all she could manage, then doubled up yet again.</s>
<|message|>Setheran
Setheran joined them by the campfire as he watched water spray from the mage's staff like a broken wellpump. He smirked, and chuckled along with the Phoenix's great burst of boisterous laughter, dryly commenting, "If you want something to drink, just ask. No need to use the campfire as a wineskin, methinks." He paused for a moment, before added, "You could've at least filled it up before that twig of yours gave out."
Then he muttered a curse as some of it splashed on his outfit, from a burned branch collapsing in the little campsite, sending a small, but for Seth, and deadly volley of water droplets. Showing up with a half-soaked outfit is hardly the way to go, when coming up to a town. Hardly good to keep up appearances, OR reputation.
Even though it was just a few droplets.
Either way, his hooded head turned to the laughing Phoenix, and asking, "Well then, why don't you start the fire? I'd say the old man's efforts were admirable, if the opposite what we were looking for. Or assume he was meaning." He took out his wineskin from beneath several folds of clothing, and took a refreshing swig of old, leathery-tasting wine.
Oh dear. A water sprayer... that might soak him. It might even push his cowl back, if he was sprayed directly.
Water was deadly.</s>
<|message|>Valon Almecci.
"Contain yourself, woman!" Valon snapped with perhaps a bit more aggression than was really needed. Then he looked at his staff, amazed and surpriced at the same time. As he raised it, the water went from a serene pouring to a more nope-kind of speed. Before it died out completely a few drops of the liquid had reached his hand. It wasn't even warm.
"This isn't right... This isn't right at all." He said and dug through his pack, searching for his book of magic. He found it and immediately started to serch through the pages for the spell.
Spellbokks are, contrary to popular belief, not written with words or dancing letters that rearrange themself if they're read by someone "unworthy" They are written with colours, and shapes. Magic cannot be captured with words, but with emotions and feelings. To describe the finer points of magic with mere words would be like explaining the history of the universe using drums.
No idea how long he sat there, Valon finally laid eyes on the correct spell. He went through it in his head amd found the mistake, but couldn't figure out how it had gone so horribly wrong. He leafed through the book into the section about water magic and had one of those aha-moments. "Al Fehru, you lazy bastard" he whispered as he read the spell of water. It was the exact same spell, but with a small, tiny, change. In text, you could say that he forgot to change "lot" to "not". The grand mage Al Fehru had belinged to the desert people, and as such found water to be much more valuable than fire, but had discovered both spells, and had written them down on the same day. He made a mental note of this, to prevent the same mistake happening again.
Suddenly his ears picked up a sound and forced him to break concentration. He looked up and tried to pinpoint the source of the sound while his brain tried to figure out what kind of sound it was. His head jerked violently to the side when the signal finally came. A screm of fear, and uncomfortably close.</s>
<|message|>Setheran
(cut because wow)</s>
| <|message|>Krea Estrielle
"Alright Valon, alright, I shall contain myself." Krea, in an attempt to pacify their wizardly wizard, slipped into passivity, yet it was undeniably evident that a fond half-smile still lingered on her face. Like how the scents of breakfast linger in kitchens long after the meal has been kept – except for our group of friends, well, a warm breakfast seemed far out of reach.
And so was a nice, lovely, uneventful morning.
The ear-piercing screech that had sounded off in the near vicinity jolted Krea's senses, yanking unceremoniously on her personal built-in alarm system. Ding ding ding went the alarm bells in her head, following which tingling arrows were sent shooting through her limbs. Ooh,tingly.
Waitameenute, that sounds familiar, she thought, furrowing her brows in concentration. She hadn't seen the spiral of flames break through the treetops a distance away. However, her train of thoughts was broken by Seth's impatient – and excited – urges to 'help the old man find his feet'. For a moment, her thoughts derailed into the amusing fact that Seth never failed to call Valon 'old man', although he was, quite clearly, merely in his late thirties.
Realizing that she was dawdling with Seth already sprinting off and disappearing into the brush, Krea reached for her spear and followed suit. She didn't look to see if Valon was close behind her, neither did she ensure that he had even begun to get to his feet as per instructed by Seth. The old man can handle himself, or at the most, pull out a miraculous teleporting spell if he lost his way there. Maybe he might even end up on a different continent.
Krea, after a few moments of noisily bulldozing through semi-dense undergrowth and the foliage of trees which they were camping in the middle of (leave the sneaking to the rogue, she thought), she emerged to where a river flowed before her. Spanning approximately four meters, the currents of the river were rapid, swift and strong, the depths of which Krea hoped she wouldn't have the opportunity to find out in the near future. Far on the opposite bank of the river, a fair maiden crouched behind a large rock, paralyzed. And behind her, what she couldn't see yet glaringly obvious to Krea, was that a young drake was stealthily making his way towards her having emerged from the sparse forest bordering the river. Soon, it would encircle the rock to find dinner waiting.
"A drake, huh?" Krea muttered, finally connecting the screech which she had found familiar earlier, to the creature across the river. Back in her gladiator days, she had encountered multiple drakes during those pesky 'special events' hosted monthly. She hated those. On top of that, the drake that they were about to encounter, unfortunately, had two heads.</s> |
<|description|>Krea Estrielle
Title/Nickname: Phoenix, after her auburn hair.
Age: 26
Gender: Female
Race: Hoooman.
Profession: Fighter. Former-gladiator.
Equipment: The spear as shown in the picture, as well as a handy-dandy light dagger she hangs on her belt for emergencies (her skill with it is questionable).
Background
Kidnapped and sold as a slave to a noble at the age of 10, Krea had been promptly deposited in one too many gladiator rings after a brief three years of training imposed on her by her master. While (obviously) not dead yet, Krea decided that she had enough after seven years of grueling, bloody battles and barely scraping through them alive. Besides, she was certain that her greedy master had reaped enough profits from all her wins. But most importantly? After years of experience, handling various sorts of weapons and augmenting her battle wits and reflexes, she was more than ready to make a break for it. Which she did, and succeeded. Krea had been wandering around alone ever since, until she bumped into an odd wizard by the name of Valon Almecci, taking a liking for his peculiar little creature. They have been travelling together ever since - mostly Krea persistently following him around out of boredom, finding him an amusing companion. She relishes watching Valon's fantastic spell failures when they occur, making it a point to remind him about them every now and then.
Strengths
- Krea has impressive strength for a female, and great stamina. A result of her past experiences.
- Able to wield several weapon types - spears, swords, polearms.
- Hosts quick battle reflexes and wits, a skill sharpened and honed over time.
Weaknesses
- Regarding bullet point two under 'strengths': jack of all trades and master of none applies here. Having to switch between different weapon types as dictated by circumstances in the gladiator rings did not allow for perfection in any one of them.
- Clueless about close-ranged or hand-to-hand combat, since her combat style revolves around keeping her opponent at a comfortable distance, using weapon techniques to defeat stronger, male opponents who would otherwise overpower her in an unarmed duel. Take away her weapons, and she'll be krea-ing. (Ahem pun intended).
- She can't swim.
Other:</s>
<|message|>Valon Almecci.
Drakes, being very logical creatures fond of a good crossword puzzle took exception to Setherans sudden disappearence and was, logically, enraged to the point of insanity. The two heads roared as one and began to thrash about, easily knocking trees over and trampling small furry animals with impossibly large eyes and ears. Just when the two women (Krea and the damsel in distress) thought that it couldn't get any worse two things happened at once. The two heads began to spray fire over the landscape, and Valon emerged from within the bushes and trees of the forest. Originally he'd been right behind the feme fatale known as Phoenix, but a short moment of unattentiveness and a low-hanging branch gave her a serious head start.
"Come out, shadow-man, stop hiding like a coward!" The two heads of the drake cried, but which sounded suspiciously like "ROOOOAAAR!" in the ears of Valon's magically retarded companions. Not even stopping to see what was going on, Valon charged the river at full speed. Bright blue energy quickly gathered in his hand and he threw the mysterious ball into the water, which immediately began to freeze. Valon landed on solid ice and used his momentum to glide along the surface, using his staff as best he could for balance. The freezing ice luckily reached the other shore before he did and now formed an exteremly slippery bridge across the water.
With solid ground beneath his feet Valon pointed a finger at his own throat and recited one of the first spells he'd ever learned.
"Stop this madness, foul serpent! Crawl back to whatever dank cave you came from!" The voice that came out of Valon's mouth was that of a hundred Valons, or one Valon one hundred times bigger. His voice boomed over the landscape with such force that it had trancended mere sound, you could feel the words slamming into you like extremely sudden gusts of hurricane winds.</s>
<|message|>Krea Estrielle
Hang on a second there.
Sudden realization dawned on Krea. She had to get across the goddamned river? SHE?
Nope, nope, nope, nope swished around in her head. Slowly, her head creaked downwards to angle her eyes towards Seth's belongings. She thought she had heard him say something about bringing his stuff over when she could. Krea blinked once, then twice, recognizing that this was one of those moments when her brain chose to indulge in the art of selective hearing.
Already, Seth had propelled himself straight into the river with a courage Krea could only dream of having – when it came to water that is. A hopeless swimmer, Krea had a ridiculous if not firm belief that she was cursed at birth to have properties akin to that of a rock. Whatever she did underwater, her face was bound to get very acquainted with the seabed – or river bed, in this case.
Just as she was about to plonk her butt right on the bank of the river with the intention of watching Seth humor the drake (while providing moral support since it was practically physically impossible for her to get across without drowning thrice), Valon pulled out an impressive wizardly trick from his pointy hat (figuratively, of course) that left Krea stunned. Subconsciously, she drew her hands up and clapped like a mentally defective seal on too much ale.
"THREE CHEERS FOR THE OLD MA-" She clamped her mouth shut before Valon could twirl around to vaporize her with a nasty fireball. Finding her feet, she untucked her tail, snatched up Seth's belongings and bolted straight to the nice, convenient bridge of ice that the wizard had summoned over the river.
Slippery ice, at that. Extremely slippery ice.
Acutely aware of the uncomfortable distance between the edges of the ice bridge and her, Krea took a tentative first step onto the shimmering white surface. She steadied herself. The next step followed, and the next. She was now halfway across the bridge and about to reward herself with a proud mental pat on the back, when all of a sudden, the sound waves that erupted from Valon's being startled and jolted almost everything in the vicinity.
The next moment, Krea found herself diving head first, on her way to commune with the fishes.
Gurglegargleglurggg…
Krea felt the currents tug at her body, pulling her further downstream. Her face barely broke the water's surface, and she was still clinging desperately onto her weapon and Seth's items, obstinately refusing to let go. Another rush of water crashed unceremoniously into her face and she went under, feeling the tip of her spear scrape against the river bed. Perhaps the river wasn't as deep as she had expected it to be. Just as she was about to ditch all their belongings, a sudden loud thud on her back, followed by the subsequent interruption of her abrupt journey down the river, signaled that a large rock had halted her course.</s>
<|message|>Setheran
Seth's view from the forest was troubling, to say the least. Valon, at least, came about to distract the thrashing fire-breathing drake, which was good news, because then it would be easier to slash the underbelly of the drake from behind. But... that was really dangerous, and he was hesitant to do so. On the other hand, what if it killed the mage and did whatever to the maiden? It may take her as a sacrifice, slay her on the spot, or eat her. He didn't know- what he did know was that someone else was in imminently more danger, and was carrying his things.
He didn't like have choices, nope, no choices are much better because then he wouldn't have to deal with having to decide and choose one person over another and save one person or another, but he could just go with "she has my stuff," if anyone asks. Then he can come back and help take down the drake, if it's not already dead or fled. Valon can handle it, he was sure, or at least, hoped so.
He again shot through the forest, angling around and away from the drake so that it couldn't possibly hear him or detect him with its thrashing about, and bolted through the forest to the water's edge. She was already farther downstream- hopefully Valon will stay focused, or see him and focus again on the drake.
Then he tripped and faceplanted, just as he was catching up with her. Being a master assassin, he shrugged off the pain from his rather epic faceplant from running full-speed, and again started running, trying to catch up with Phoenix, the waterlogged warrior lady. He wondered what it'd do to her ego- and his. If he manages to pull her out, she looks heavier than he, taller too.
But no matter! With another dive aimed more or less near Phoenix, he slipped into the water at a particularly rough spot and was jostled about, as he made his way towards her, grabbing a shoulder and the arm connected to it, trying to signal to her to grab onto the rock in the middle of the stream, that was approaching a little faster than he'd like. Either way, he held on and tried steering her into the rock, so that at the very least, she'll be able to get a breath.
And when they did hit, he had the misfortune at NOT being aligned with the rock, and the current began dragging him away, so as much as he wouldn't like to, he tightened his grip on the arm that he had a hold of, and switched his other hand to her other arm, pulling himself behind the rock into it's slightly-calmer water, using Phoenix as a handle and the rock as the anchor to that handle.
So, shivering, he said the only logical thing.
"Fuck, my hood's down."</s>
<|message|>Valon Almecci.
The drake, obviously not even noticing Valon's valiant attempt at shock and awe kept on thrashing about, throwing both of its heads around as they breathed fire. Valon wondered for a minute if it would be possibe for the fiend to slay itself with this badly constructed technique. "Alright. I'll give him something to look at, and you flank him from the..." He said and turned to where he thought he'd see phoenix, but she was nowhere in sight. Instead the young woman whose scream had drawn the three heroes to the river in the first place. Shestared back at Valon with eyes that told thousands of stories of bravery and courage, and that she wouldn't be capable of any of them.
"Damn it, and Seth is nowhere to be found.... as usual." He thought and threw his arm out, pointing it toward the river.
"Get to the other side, you'll be safe there, I'll handle this!" He said and tried to sound as heroic as he could while at the same time being scared right out of his pants.
The girl made a run for the icy bridge, it was better than nothing after all, while Valon pulled up his pants and tightened his belt. He'd barely had the time to do this before he had to throw himself to the side in oder to avoid a nasty case of Burn-to-death-itis. A squeal behind him confirmed that the fire had hit the icy bridge.
"Damn it. I'm no match for a dragon, not even a youngling. Not alone."
Something had to be done, but magic normally didn't affect drakes anyway.
He looked back to see what had happened to the bridge and the girl.</s>
| <|message|>Krea Estrielle
On top of her already heavy spear and Seth's belongings, Seth now added to her pile of water-drenched baggage.
Miraculously, Krea had barely managed to secure a hold onto the rock and with great effort, swung Seth's items right on top of it. Then, she embedded her spear tip-down into the river bed, leaving one hand free to haul Seth closer to her. She blinked a couple of times at his exposed countenance, making a mental note to remind herself to prod the guy about it later.
With her head now at a comfortable level above the water's surface, Krea surveyed what had happened back at Valon's. Unfortunately, it was not a pretty sight.
The drake's fire had vaporized the ice bridge almost instantaneously (thanks to Valon lack of foresight. Why ice? Why not stone?), and the maiden that had been attempting to cross it in the slowest way possible had been condemned to a swishy, watery fate.
She disappeared underwater momentarily, before popping up and breaking the surface, followed by splatters and hacking coughs. The currents imposed on her the nasty route which Krea had to take earlier on as well. With each passing moment, the maiden was dragged closer to the warrior and her assassin baggage. Then, Krea had an idea.
"VALON!" She yelled her lungs out. "DO YOU FANCY A SWIM?"
Struggling to get out of the river would be too much of a hassle with everyone but Valon in wet territorities. They could let the stupid river carry them further downstream where the currents were tamer – a one way ticket to safety.
And then, they could come back to settle their scores with the drake.</s> |
<|description|>Krea Estrielle
Title/Nickname: Phoenix, after her auburn hair.
Age: 26
Gender: Female
Race: Hoooman.
Profession: Fighter. Former-gladiator.
Equipment: The spear as shown in the picture, as well as a handy-dandy light dagger she hangs on her belt for emergencies (her skill with it is questionable).
Background
Kidnapped and sold as a slave to a noble at the age of 10, Krea had been promptly deposited in one too many gladiator rings after a brief three years of training imposed on her by her master. While (obviously) not dead yet, Krea decided that she had enough after seven years of grueling, bloody battles and barely scraping through them alive. Besides, she was certain that her greedy master had reaped enough profits from all her wins. But most importantly? After years of experience, handling various sorts of weapons and augmenting her battle wits and reflexes, she was more than ready to make a break for it. Which she did, and succeeded. Krea had been wandering around alone ever since, until she bumped into an odd wizard by the name of Valon Almecci, taking a liking for his peculiar little creature. They have been travelling together ever since - mostly Krea persistently following him around out of boredom, finding him an amusing companion. She relishes watching Valon's fantastic spell failures when they occur, making it a point to remind him about them every now and then.
Strengths
- Krea has impressive strength for a female, and great stamina. A result of her past experiences.
- Able to wield several weapon types - spears, swords, polearms.
- Hosts quick battle reflexes and wits, a skill sharpened and honed over time.
Weaknesses
- Regarding bullet point two under 'strengths': jack of all trades and master of none applies here. Having to switch between different weapon types as dictated by circumstances in the gladiator rings did not allow for perfection in any one of them.
- Clueless about close-ranged or hand-to-hand combat, since her combat style revolves around keeping her opponent at a comfortable distance, using weapon techniques to defeat stronger, male opponents who would otherwise overpower her in an unarmed duel. Take away her weapons, and she'll be krea-ing. (Ahem pun intended).
- She can't swim.
Other:</s>
<|message|>Valon Almecci.
The drake, obviously not even noticing Valon's valiant attempt at shock and awe kept on thrashing about, throwing both of its heads around as they breathed fire. Valon wondered for a minute if it would be possibe for the fiend to slay itself with this badly constructed technique. "Alright. I'll give him something to look at, and you flank him from the..." He said and turned to where he thought he'd see phoenix, but she was nowhere in sight. Instead the young woman whose scream had drawn the three heroes to the river in the first place. Shestared back at Valon with eyes that told thousands of stories of bravery and courage, and that she wouldn't be capable of any of them.
"Damn it, and Seth is nowhere to be found.... as usual." He thought and threw his arm out, pointing it toward the river.
"Get to the other side, you'll be safe there, I'll handle this!" He said and tried to sound as heroic as he could while at the same time being scared right out of his pants.
The girl made a run for the icy bridge, it was better than nothing after all, while Valon pulled up his pants and tightened his belt. He'd barely had the time to do this before he had to throw himself to the side in oder to avoid a nasty case of Burn-to-death-itis. A squeal behind him confirmed that the fire had hit the icy bridge.
"Damn it. I'm no match for a dragon, not even a youngling. Not alone."
Something had to be done, but magic normally didn't affect drakes anyway.
He looked back to see what had happened to the bridge and the girl.</s>
<|message|>Krea Estrielle
On top of her already heavy spear and Seth's belongings, Seth now added to her pile of water-drenched baggage.
Miraculously, Krea had barely managed to secure a hold onto the rock and with great effort, swung Seth's items right on top of it. Then, she embedded her spear tip-down into the river bed, leaving one hand free to haul Seth closer to her. She blinked a couple of times at his exposed countenance, making a mental note to remind herself to prod the guy about it later.
With her head now at a comfortable level above the water's surface, Krea surveyed what had happened back at Valon's. Unfortunately, it was not a pretty sight.
The drake's fire had vaporized the ice bridge almost instantaneously (thanks to Valon lack of foresight. Why ice? Why not stone?), and the maiden that had been attempting to cross it in the slowest way possible had been condemned to a swishy, watery fate.
She disappeared underwater momentarily, before popping up and breaking the surface, followed by splatters and hacking coughs. The currents imposed on her the nasty route which Krea had to take earlier on as well. With each passing moment, the maiden was dragged closer to the warrior and her assassin baggage. Then, Krea had an idea.
"VALON!" She yelled her lungs out. "DO YOU FANCY A SWIM?"
Struggling to get out of the river would be too much of a hassle with everyone but Valon in wet territorities. They could let the stupid river carry them further downstream where the currents were tamer – a one way ticket to safety.
And then, they could come back to settle their scores with the drake.</s>
<|message|>Setheran
Seth's priorities had already shifted away from the equally-as-cold Krea to the maiden being swept down the river, towards them. He gave the Phoenix a reassuring smile- the first she had ever seen, since neither her nor the mage had seen his face- and then pushed off to intercept the waterlogged and flailing damsel in distress.
He had a quick thought- how ironic it was that the thief and assassin was saving lives from the cold liquid that he absolutely hated getting soaked in, and letting someone else hold his non-essential stuff. They owe me so very, very much.
He himself had trouble getting a full lungful of non-waterlogged air, but it didn't affect him quite so much as the others- part of the job was doing whatever was needed to get the job done, and sometimes he had been forced to hide just under the surface of the water, with his nose just barely above to keep breathing. Good training for a moment like this, struggling through the fast-flowing water, swimming diagonal instead of directly against it or straight to the side.
He would've breathed a sigh of relief, had he been able to spare it, when he latched onto the struggling, dress-laden lady, whose exact purpose out in the wilderness could be questioned later. And up ahead, not too far, was a bend in the river, where the entire thing stretched out into a great big curve, and hopefully shallowed out.
A minute of floating and struggling to keep above water with the maiden, he started slowing down, starting to curve and turn, and his feet touched riverbottom. It was loose, and might be a little tricky, but it would have to do. He dragged the fair maiden out of the water, thoroughly unconscious but not looking too worse for the wear. She'd have a couple scars from the cuts on her face, but nothing too bad.
Figuring that her slowly-rising chest meant she was alive, and carefully averting his eyes from leering, he got up, shook himself off, and started trudging back up the bank. He was very much tired and sore from the bashing that he had taken, shivering from the cold and letting the sun's morning heat slowly warm him, but he had a job to do- that robed wizard would probably drown because of all the things he has in his great bag he calls a wardrobe of his. The Phoenix couldn't swim, and he could, and neither could the defenseless one, and his poisons were up there.
He couldn't even think of a response to how crappy his day had already been, though saving the beauty was a thing of duty. So to speak.</s>
<|message|>Valon Almecci.
Setheran and the girl floated away while Phoenix held on for dear life. The scene was completely unknown to Valon who was busy trying to save his own hide from getting barbecued. In a stroke of genius he took cover behind the same boulder that the frightened woman had used as a hiding place when he'd arrived. The drake had calmed down somewhat, since no one was pushing the attack anymore. It had stopped its chaotic attack and instead started to systematically smell the piles of burning forest and molten rock for burning flesh. "I know you were around here, shadow-man, you stink is all over the place... where did you go..." It said, which sounded like a low growl to anyone not trained in the art of magic.
He stood there in relative safety with the world burning around him so hot he could feel the warmth even though the nearest fire was pretty far away. A gentle tug from within his clothes reminded him that Leyling was caught in there. The little blue menace always hid in his clothes except for when it felt safe. Something told Valon that if he forced Leyling to come out now it would never leave his pockets ever again.
Taking a second to breathe and survey the area, he noticed somethong auburn downstream in the river. He would've dismissed it as a log or something, but the long stick that shot up into the air next to the brownish thing made it look suspiciously like the topmost piece of his comerade, the violent woman. But what was she doing in the river? This was no time for a bath, and he was convinced that at some point she''d told him that she couldn't swim.
The drake had started to turn around toward the river, following the scent trail Seth had left when he'd run off to help Krea. Ironically this now had the exact opposite effect as the drake was heading pretty much straight toward the maiden in need with its nose, figuratively, to the ground.
"Balls" He thought. He was indeed between a rock and a hard place. That hard place would soon be a giant reptilian-ish semi-divine being. Ironically it was still considered tiny, in the same way as a mountain can be described as tiny if viewed from very far away. Valon would also like to see the drake very far away.
"Alright, I can't stop the thing, but I might be able to get Phoenix out of there." He thought, and tried to remember the last time he'd taken a swim in full gear. He couldn't think of a magical way of getting them both to safety, but we was a pretty good swimmer… Anyway, Setheran hadn't showed himself in a while and if he was out there he'd hopefully see what was going on and retreat. Besides, even if the drake decided to follow them, the river would carry them along faster that it would be able to run through the forest.
"Alright, here it goes, quick dash to the water, ice blast ready if it tries to flame me. Jump in. Swim, swim, swim. Grab the girl. Swim, swim, swim. Yes, that's exactly what I'll do." He thought and peeked out to see what the dragon was up to. Sadly enough it wasn't looking in his direction and he probably wouldn't get another chance like this again soon.</s>
| <|message|>Krea Estrielle
As Krea watched Seth haul the maiden to safety and dry land further up downstream, she felt a tug of jealously. No fair! She grumbled inwardly. She hated water, and she wanted out. Now.
Then, she caught sight of Valon propelling towards her in what she considered was a record-breaking swim, to which her heart skipped a beat with relief and in anticipation of her return to the dry, homey soils of the earth once more.
However, Valon's furious swimming had caught the attention of the drake, which promptly pursued the thrashing, splashing trails left by the wizard with a newfound interest. Krea wondered if he took a fascination in the fact that dinner could walk on dry land, cast spells, and swim. Unbeknownst to the girl, that was far from the truth. The drake, being young, brash and proud, merely wanted to test his might against the escaping party – no river could stop it, oh no.
"RAWWWWWRRHHHHH!" their two-headed winged pursuer bellowed. It was then that Krea realized that she ought to get rid of her spear, temporarily, or else Valon could have a hard time trying to get them both to Seth and his damsel-in-distress. Thus, with a powerful, well-aimed throw, the warrior let loose her dangerous, pointy weapon, sending it flying in Seth's general direction.
"Uh oh," Krea muttered, before she felt stiff fingers clamp onto her arm for the second time that day. Unceremoniously and without further ado, Valon yanked her off her precious rock and compelled her into the deathly waters.
With the river contributing to their rough-sailing yet speedy descend downstream, soon, they left the drake behind as they had hoped. Moments later, they reached the shallower and calmer bit of the river through which Seth had monopolized to get his fair maiden and himself onto the river's bank. Krea, upon securing a firm hold onto solid ground, made herself useful for once and hauled herself out, before dragging the water-logged old man onto dry land after her.
"Well, that was maddening," she concluded. A quick glance around confirmed that they were all utterly, shockingly drenched.</s> |
<|description|>Aeris Jessica Mason
Age: 19
Gender: Female
Hometown: Driftveil City, Unova
Appearance: Aeris is 5 feet and 9 inches tall, Caucasian, slightly tanned, with red curly hair that reaches down to the ends of her shoulder blades and freckles all over her face. Over her bright green eyes, she wears glasses with a red frame on them, as she is near sighted. Her typical attire is something in bright colors, typically red or orange, but it can be any other bright color.
She starts her journey from Unova to Kanto wearing a red shirt with short sleeves, a vest over her shirt in the same color as it, orange jeans and green sneakers. Various other brightly colored clothes have been packed. On her back she has a red backpack in which to keep all her things, and she wears a belt which has six slots on it for keeping Pokéballs on. She also has a red Xtransciever on her left wrist.
Personality: Aeris is fairly hyper and is known to have big lungs, so she can talk forever before she has to take another breath. She springs from one thing to another, and is distracted almost easily, especially if it's something she's already interested in, like Bug type Pokémon. She can be very competitive at times, and protective of those close to her, almost surprisingly so for someone who appeared almost so bubbly and all over the place. Despite this, though, she's afraid of enclosed spaces because she is claustrophobic, and will become reserved and unable to do much of anything should she be put into an enclosed space, such as a cupboard of some sorts, or even a cave, no matter how big it is.
Profession: Trainer
Talents: Being a hyper person, Aeris is very active and fairly athletic, so she is faster than most normal people and a fair bit stronger. She has also developed a skill to understand Pokémon, not through words, but through actions, so she knows what most any Pokémon is trying to communicate to her, even one she's never met before.
Inventory: In her backpack, Aeris keeps a sleeping bag for when she needs to rest outside, plenty of clothes to change into when she needs to, TM 57 Charge Beam which she has taught to Lisa, 10 Dusk Balls that were a gift from her father, and 5 Potions from her mother. Her Xtransciever is on her left wrist. She had also saved up a fair amount of money before the trip to Kanto, so she has $500 in her wallet, which is kept in a pocket on the inside of her vest.
Starter Pokémon: Joltik, female, named Lisa. Has the ability Compoundeyes.
Biography: Born and raised in Driftveil City, Unova, born to the breeders Eileen and Henry, Aeris was a third child, having two older brothers, one older by three years, James, and the other older by seven, Harry. Once she herself was about four years old, she became an older sister when their parents had their fourth child, second daughter, naming her Heather.
Their parents were breeders, but raised their children to become independent and not have to become breeders like themselves. Harry was interested in continuing his parents' job as a breeder, learning to become one, and Heather showed interest as well at her young age, however James and Aeris weren't interested in breeding. Aeris was much more interested in the evolution of Pokémon, how it worked, the fascination of Pokémon becoming strong enough to change their form, how some Pokémon were affected by different things such as day and night, evolutionary stones and other various factors. That would be later in her life, however, once she would get closer to leaving for Kanto with her best friend, Fary.
As a child, Aeris wasn't much different from how she would be as a teenager and soon-to-be adult. She was very active, very hyper, very curious about most everything around her. She loved hanging around with all the different Pokémon that her parents bred for various people, and themselves, playing with them a lot. She wasn't alone in doing so, though, since their family were friends to another family of breeders, the Nitashi family, who had a daughter about two years older than Aeris, Fary. It didn't take long for them to become friends, and soon they spent a lot of time together with each other and the Pokémon their parents bred.
The two of them would grow up together as best of friends, going to the Trainer School in Striation City to learn even more about Pokémon. With a two year difference, they weren't in the same grade, but they still spent plenty of time together. There, in the Trainer School, Aeris learned even more about Pokémon Evolution, with one of her favorite books being made by Professor Rowan from Sinnoh about Pokémon Evolutions and how they worked. That's when she decided that she would become a Trainer and catch plenty of Pokémon to evolve them.
Before she joined the Trainer School, however, when she was still just a young child, there had been an incident with her when she had gone with James and Harry to play inside Chargestone Cave like they had done a lot of times before. It was a cave relatively near them, and much more interesting than the one that had been made near their city.
The three of them were playing around, this time playing hide and seek, with Harry seeking first, and while Aeris had gone to hide inside a crack in the wall, there was a sudden earthquake, not caused by a Pokémon but the Earth itself, and had made rocks fall right in front of the crack where Aeris was hiding. The crack didn't go very far, which didn't allow her to really move a whole lot. She called for her brothers, who came as quickly as they could and tried to remove the rocks, but were unable to due to the rocks being too heavy. They told her that they would go to get their parents and that she didn't need to worry about being stuck. Something took them a while to get there, though, and it was several hours before Henry and Eileen came with help in the form of some of the other residents of Driftveil.
They removed the rocks from the crack and helped her out of there, but the damage had already been done. While she was fine physically, she had developed claustrophobia while being stuck there for so long without being able to move, having resorted to crying the whole time her brothers had been away. After that, she wasn't able to go into or through anything narrow, or she would just freeze there or start crying uncontrollably, calling for her parents. Her family did the best they could do to comfort her and keep her away from any narrow or enclosed spaces. It took a while before she would return to normal, for the most part aside from her claustrophobia.
Once she was graduated from the Trainer School, her parents gave her a Joltik that they had bred specifically for her, as they knew she loved Bug type Pokémon, and they said that it fit her, being a little ball of energy and adorable. She thanked them for the Joltik, named her Lisa and put her in a Dusk Ball after showing her various types of Pokéballs to really be hers.
Aeris and Fary continued to be friends after the Trainer School, and Aeris was there for Fary when she went through some difficult times, including after she got dumped by the now Elite Four member Grimsley. When Fary decided she wanted to go to the Kanto region, not long after she got a Pokémon of her own, a Zorua of all Pokémon, Aeris thought that would be a good place to start her profession as an evolutionary Trainer. And so, Aeris left with Fary for Pallet town, where Professor Oak lived.
Notes/Other: Aeris will not stand for anyone taking her glasses off without her permission, and she's protective of both her Joltik, Lisa, and her best friend, Fary.</s>
<|message|>Daniel "Danny" Harrison
"Li-lit."
"Agreed," Danny muttered, leaning back on one of the folding chairs that lined the ship decks. Whoever it was, they apparently didn't know the word "polite", and it was getting on his nerves, and by the looks of it, his Litwick Inizio's nerves as well. He tried to show no sign of emotion as the commotion between the two girls went on in front of him. Upon observation, the two seem to be several years Daniel's elder...which was strange. He usually remembered back in his travels that the young-adult Pokemon trainers always liked to bring at least three Pokemon. Danny shrugged and looked back at Ini. Maybe they liked to have a challenge in a different region. And by their Pokemon, they were surely from Unova.
Ini had picked up this detail as well, but his shifting showed that he was not willing to approach the two girls and their Joltik and Zorua. "Oh, what's wrong, Ini?" Danny asked, noticing Ini's reluctance; a prompt splash toward the steel-bar railings allowed him to quickly piece two and two together.
"Water," he muttered. Danny knew how much the Candle Pokemon detested water; it was almost a death wish to come into contact with it. Danny finally sighed; they had plenty of time to mingle once they hit land, and forcing his Litwick to meet to two were surely going to met with fiery resistance. So instead, he stood up from his seat and simply watched a few meters away from the railings, seeing Pallet Town approach in the distance.
The town reminded Danny of something — this was going to be a new journey, with new lands to travel and new faces to meet. Danny wondered what the Pokemon here would be like. His parents had said that a few of the Pokemon they had met during their travels will surely be here, however. Almost immediately Danny felt homesick at the thought; he had already missed traveling along with his parents and the family Klink, and let out a small sigh.
Suddenly the boat came to a stop, and Danny snapped back into reality. Inizio was waiting on a table next to him, staring quietly at the town as well. The teenager smiled at Ini, picking him up, careful not to get too close to the blue flame on his head. "It's a fresh start, Ini. We can do it ourselves," he reassured, exiting the boat along with the group of trainers.
Danny slowly stepped out of the ship and onto the docks, feeling a bit wobbly with his steps, but nothing too uncomfortable. He rolled his eyes as Litwick comfortably slid into his sleeves with a smug grin. Time to go the Professor Oak's lab...which seemed to be the large building, apparently. With no time to waste, Danny and Inizio set off for what seemed to be a lab, trying to move past the group of trainers.
...Until he walked right into the path of the hyper-girl, crashing right onto the ground with Inizio. He wasn't sure if the Joltik girl had noticed crashing into him, but right now, the Litwick wasn't pleased and his fire on his head was growing.</s>
<|message|>Charles "Charlie" Delacroix
Charlie paused, as a shrill shriek grew from behind him. As soon as he could turn around, a spastic redhead was already loudly invading his space, damn near knocking him off his feet in the process. Despite such a fright, Charlie managed to keep on a smile as the girl gushed all over the sight of Quinn. Though, she spit out questions so fast, he could barely answer any of them. Quinn didn't appreciate all the loud attention, and only shrunk into a tighter ball. Even then, he felt he should introduce her instead of looking on like a Stantler in headlights.
"Uhh, heh, this is Quinn. We're from the Johto region...I just got her a few hours ago, so I haven't got around to feeding her yet...i'm sure i'll find out her favorite foods in due time, though!" He cobbled together something resembling a awkward reply, and topped it off with a sheepish chuckle. As his eyes wandered about the girl's person, he couldn't help but notice the little yellow pom-pom skittering about on the girl's head.
"Is that your Pokemon?" He thumbed towards the buggy puffball. It definitely looked familiar, but he couldn't put a name to it. It was something he never saw in person until today. It was pretty cute too. Before she could answer though, a boy came through the cut, crashing into the girl. The redhead was mostly (if not entirely) unfazed by the unsuccessful tackle, but Charlie was almost ready to jump out of his skin a second time. The kid seemed to take more damage than the girl did, and beside him sat...a sentient candle. "Weird." He thought before addressing the minor.
"You okay, bro?" Charlie asked simply, moving beside the redhead to help the guy back to his feet. "...I'm gonna also assume we're all going to the same place, yeah? To Professor Oak's lab? Y'all probably have a better idea on where it is than I do..." He added.</s>
<|message|>Daniel "Danny" Harrison
Danny groaned and slowly patted the sand off his clothes, sighing exasperatedly. Welcome to Kanto, he thought to himself as he slowly got back up and pulled the satchel to tighten it on his back. "I'm fine. Thank you, sir," he answered calmly...though Danny's Litwick thought otherwise. Danny was quick enough to realize the rising anger in Inizio, however, and quickly hugged him back up and showed him his Pokéball (which seemed to specially have a lighter coloration than a regular one), quietly threatening to return him back if he misbehaved. They had a lot of time to have to fun around here, but attempt to burn another person or her Joltik was not one of them.
"Well...this is my first time coming to Kanto," Danny admitted while Inizio mumbled to himself - which sounded more like "Lit-lit lit-wi..." Danny ignored the candlestick's complaints, however, and continued. "I'm from Hoenn myself...Slateport, to be exact, though I've been traveling to multiple regions with my family for several years. Got lil' Ini here from a Unova vacation here."
A light nudge quickly got the Litwick to chime it. "Lit-wick!"
Danny nodded and took a deep breath. "Anyway, I'm Daniel, though I prefer it if you just call me Danny. And this Litwick here is called Inizio," he introduced. "Why don't we hunt for Professor Oak's lab together? It's probably the large building over there."</s>
| <|message|>Aeris Jessica Mason
Before she managed to answer Charlie, someone bumped into Aeris, which she didn't notice until Charlie went to help him up. She thought she remembered seeing him on the boat from Unova, especially since she'd probably seen everyone on the boat about a million times while she was bored on the way to Kanto. Can't really be too much all over the place on a boat.
"Hi!" she said enthusiastically to Danny. "I'm Aeris, and this is Lisa." She pointed towards her Joltik who was bouncing happily on top of her head. "Joltik!" she replied when her name was said. She was a little nervous, being around two Fire types, but their trainers were near, so she should be safe.
"I'm on my way to Professor Oak too! I came here with my bestest friend who's around here somewhere..." she said as she skimmed around for her. She was used to Fary being slower than her and taking her time, even though it was booooooring, but that was fine. "We came here to see the Professor together, so she should be able to find her way there." As she said it, though, she spotted her and waved towards her. "Faaaaryyyyyy! Over here!"</s> |
<|description|>Aeris Jessica Mason
Age: 19
Gender: Female
Hometown: Driftveil City, Unova
Appearance: Aeris is 5 feet and 9 inches tall, Caucasian, slightly tanned, with red curly hair that reaches down to the ends of her shoulder blades and freckles all over her face. Over her bright green eyes, she wears glasses with a red frame on them, as she is near sighted. Her typical attire is something in bright colors, typically red or orange, but it can be any other bright color.
She starts her journey from Unova to Kanto wearing a red shirt with short sleeves, a vest over her shirt in the same color as it, orange jeans and green sneakers. Various other brightly colored clothes have been packed. On her back she has a red backpack in which to keep all her things, and she wears a belt which has six slots on it for keeping Pokéballs on. She also has a red Xtransciever on her left wrist.
Personality: Aeris is fairly hyper and is known to have big lungs, so she can talk forever before she has to take another breath. She springs from one thing to another, and is distracted almost easily, especially if it's something she's already interested in, like Bug type Pokémon. She can be very competitive at times, and protective of those close to her, almost surprisingly so for someone who appeared almost so bubbly and all over the place. Despite this, though, she's afraid of enclosed spaces because she is claustrophobic, and will become reserved and unable to do much of anything should she be put into an enclosed space, such as a cupboard of some sorts, or even a cave, no matter how big it is.
Profession: Trainer
Talents: Being a hyper person, Aeris is very active and fairly athletic, so she is faster than most normal people and a fair bit stronger. She has also developed a skill to understand Pokémon, not through words, but through actions, so she knows what most any Pokémon is trying to communicate to her, even one she's never met before.
Inventory: In her backpack, Aeris keeps a sleeping bag for when she needs to rest outside, plenty of clothes to change into when she needs to, TM 57 Charge Beam which she has taught to Lisa, 10 Dusk Balls that were a gift from her father, and 5 Potions from her mother. Her Xtransciever is on her left wrist. She had also saved up a fair amount of money before the trip to Kanto, so she has $500 in her wallet, which is kept in a pocket on the inside of her vest.
Starter Pokémon: Joltik, female, named Lisa. Has the ability Compoundeyes.
Biography: Born and raised in Driftveil City, Unova, born to the breeders Eileen and Henry, Aeris was a third child, having two older brothers, one older by three years, James, and the other older by seven, Harry. Once she herself was about four years old, she became an older sister when their parents had their fourth child, second daughter, naming her Heather.
Their parents were breeders, but raised their children to become independent and not have to become breeders like themselves. Harry was interested in continuing his parents' job as a breeder, learning to become one, and Heather showed interest as well at her young age, however James and Aeris weren't interested in breeding. Aeris was much more interested in the evolution of Pokémon, how it worked, the fascination of Pokémon becoming strong enough to change their form, how some Pokémon were affected by different things such as day and night, evolutionary stones and other various factors. That would be later in her life, however, once she would get closer to leaving for Kanto with her best friend, Fary.
As a child, Aeris wasn't much different from how she would be as a teenager and soon-to-be adult. She was very active, very hyper, very curious about most everything around her. She loved hanging around with all the different Pokémon that her parents bred for various people, and themselves, playing with them a lot. She wasn't alone in doing so, though, since their family were friends to another family of breeders, the Nitashi family, who had a daughter about two years older than Aeris, Fary. It didn't take long for them to become friends, and soon they spent a lot of time together with each other and the Pokémon their parents bred.
The two of them would grow up together as best of friends, going to the Trainer School in Striation City to learn even more about Pokémon. With a two year difference, they weren't in the same grade, but they still spent plenty of time together. There, in the Trainer School, Aeris learned even more about Pokémon Evolution, with one of her favorite books being made by Professor Rowan from Sinnoh about Pokémon Evolutions and how they worked. That's when she decided that she would become a Trainer and catch plenty of Pokémon to evolve them.
Before she joined the Trainer School, however, when she was still just a young child, there had been an incident with her when she had gone with James and Harry to play inside Chargestone Cave like they had done a lot of times before. It was a cave relatively near them, and much more interesting than the one that had been made near their city.
The three of them were playing around, this time playing hide and seek, with Harry seeking first, and while Aeris had gone to hide inside a crack in the wall, there was a sudden earthquake, not caused by a Pokémon but the Earth itself, and had made rocks fall right in front of the crack where Aeris was hiding. The crack didn't go very far, which didn't allow her to really move a whole lot. She called for her brothers, who came as quickly as they could and tried to remove the rocks, but were unable to due to the rocks being too heavy. They told her that they would go to get their parents and that she didn't need to worry about being stuck. Something took them a while to get there, though, and it was several hours before Henry and Eileen came with help in the form of some of the other residents of Driftveil.
They removed the rocks from the crack and helped her out of there, but the damage had already been done. While she was fine physically, she had developed claustrophobia while being stuck there for so long without being able to move, having resorted to crying the whole time her brothers had been away. After that, she wasn't able to go into or through anything narrow, or she would just freeze there or start crying uncontrollably, calling for her parents. Her family did the best they could do to comfort her and keep her away from any narrow or enclosed spaces. It took a while before she would return to normal, for the most part aside from her claustrophobia.
Once she was graduated from the Trainer School, her parents gave her a Joltik that they had bred specifically for her, as they knew she loved Bug type Pokémon, and they said that it fit her, being a little ball of energy and adorable. She thanked them for the Joltik, named her Lisa and put her in a Dusk Ball after showing her various types of Pokéballs to really be hers.
Aeris and Fary continued to be friends after the Trainer School, and Aeris was there for Fary when she went through some difficult times, including after she got dumped by the now Elite Four member Grimsley. When Fary decided she wanted to go to the Kanto region, not long after she got a Pokémon of her own, a Zorua of all Pokémon, Aeris thought that would be a good place to start her profession as an evolutionary Trainer. And so, Aeris left with Fary for Pallet town, where Professor Oak lived.
Notes/Other: Aeris will not stand for anyone taking her glasses off without her permission, and she's protective of both her Joltik, Lisa, and her best friend, Fary.</s>
<|message|>Adrian Kaz Manuka
Adrian just sighed. This just had to happen, didn't it? Add to the list of reasons...
"No, I'm good, I know how it all goes." He turned to the taller one, the guy who'd caused the... well, simply put, the trainwreck. "You should probably get out of here before something worse happens. Come on." With that, he grabbed the other Trainer by the arm and forcibly marched him out of the building, Magnus in tow. Once they'd left through the open front doors, he let go.
"Sorry about that, but it was better that you got out of the Lab sooner rather than later. There have been several incidents, all of them during League registrations, when the old Prof misinterpreted Gary's name," Adrian explained. "Each one usually coincides with a sharp increase in the difficulty of the Viridian Gym's challenge... he's not gonna be happy if he remembers you when we take on the last of the Gyms." He gave a brief grimace. "Honestly, I figure Oak should've been retired years ago. By force if need be. The Lab and the League would both benefit from a replacement."
It then occurred to him that the other guy probably didn't even know who he was. "Um, sorry, I should introduce myself. Adrian Manuka, of Celadon. The little guy is Magnus."
Beep.</s>
<|message|>Charles "Charlie" Delacroix
"Pff-ff-ff-ftpscccrnk!" Were among the unusual noises escaping Charlie's person. Upon witnessing the outburst of a world renowned league champion via the antics of a Pokemon professor with terminal onset poo-brain, the bushy haired trainer had to put a hand over his mouth and reel away from the others to stifle back his hysterics. He was failing, noticeably, and had to relocate Quinn to the top of his head to free up his hands. Said hands were used to cover his mouth, a much more physical alternative to block back laughter. Tears began running down his face by time Adrian and the latecomer departed. He figured that was as good a time as ever to take his own leave, before Gary turned his white hot glare towards him.
Charlie quickly began towards the entrance. "Yeahpfft I got the gist thanksforthepokedexthough" He quickly added before scurrying out. Once he was clear away from the lab his laughter was released in a series of heavy breaths and squeaky guttural warbling that left him mostly silent, but his mouth agape. When his fit ended and he could stand up straight again, he let out a big breathy sigh. "Whoo...oh Arceus, never thought i'd see that in person!" With his composure fully regained, he joined the other two trainers, one warning the other about the consequences of enraging a high profile gym leader.
"Didja ever see the one that went viral?" Charlie interjected. "It was a TV interview where Professor Oak did it live! They had to cut the interview short after Gary practically tossed his chair at the camera and attacked the interviewer!" The thought of seeing the video made him chuckle again. "Ohhh shit..." He let out another satisfied sigh. "Thank you for that, late guy, it was a real treat seeing that in real life!"
Adrian moved to introduce himself and his Pokemon. Charlie only felt it natural to do the same. "And i'm Charlie Delacroix. And the cute little ball of shyness on my head is Quinn." She barely reacted to hearing her name, and wondered why he kept giving it out to strangers.</s>
<|message|>Erik MacKinnon
As the Viridian Gym Leader tore into him, Erik stood stiff, paralyzed in the fear of doing anything more to raise the temperature of the white-hot fire being spit his way. Katya tucked herself in behind her trainer, not sure of what she could do to ease the situation. Fortunately someone else behind him had a bit more presence of mind to pull the Sinnoan out of the reach of Gary Muthafuckin' Oak. As the pair skedaddled out of the lobby, Erik finally snapped out of his trance long enough to listen to his presumed savior, as well as the looky-loo who had peaced out right after them.
Erik could only rub the back of his neck, doing his best to avoid the still perched Pokemon on the back. "I didn't mean to do that though...I just thought I broke the thing already." He had his Pokedex out and was checking the holo-screen to make sure nothing was cracked or anything. Luckily the annoying experience with the X-transceiver was not repeated this time. Everything was in working order. Erik's confidence on the other hand was still struggling to come back online. "He didn't have to go so crazy about it..."
Introductions were to be had though, and the other two gentlemen made their names and partner's known. "Right, um, I'm Erik...MacKinnon. I'm from Veilstone, out in Sinnoh." He pointed up over his shoulder to the now emerging Roselia, who was satisfied that these new people did not wield the same kind of fury that Gary did. "This is Katya."
Katya waved her blue rose-adorned limb at the two other trainers, ignoring the fact that she should likely be somewhat leery of the Fire-type on the head of the other boy. That thing looked far too sleepy to be troubling. "Rose!" She offered in greeting.
"So do we have to stay here?" Erik said, still looking back at the lab. "I don't want to stay here any more."
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Gary took the silence of the other three trainers to indicate that there would be no more questions. "Good, now get out of here. Don't let the Pidgeys crap all over ya."
"OH SHIT! OH SHIT!"
Gary turned back towards the lobby, where he heard the cries coming from the Professor. "Gramps! Gramps, what is it?"
"Oh shit! Come help me! The toaster isn't working right! Get your Arcanine to cook this bagel for me! It's too cold, oh shit!"
"Grrrrrr..." Gary could barely keep his eyebrow from twitching out of control. "Everyone out. Now."</s>
| <|message|>Aeris Jessica Mason
Aeris watched in silent amusement at Gary raging at the new name his grandfather had picked up from one of the other trainers, and was very childish about whenever Gary cursed, though she knew well not to do anything that would make him turn his anger towards her. She might be hyper and her attention easily turned towards something else, but she wasn't stupid enough to make someone who was already angry even angrier.
When he addressed them to go, Aeris was quick to grab Fary's arm and drag her outside, calling back to Gary and Oak "Thanks for the Pokédex!" and joining the others who were already outside. She heard the late trainer, the one who had made Gary so angry, introduce himself and his Pokémon, and she thought to do the same, letting go of Fary's arm before she introduced herself.
"Hi!" she said in her usual hyper tone which was usually a little loud. "My name is Aeris and this little ball of fun is Lisa!" She pointed towards the small Joltik on top of her head. "Joltik!" Nice to meet you! she said to the Roselia. Lisa already considered all the new Pokémon she'd met from the other trainers her friends, and she was looking forward to meeting more.
"I don't know about you guys, but I'd rather just get out of town as soon as possible to meet new Pokémon! It's gonna be so fun!" Aeris was bouncing with each step, already slightly ahead of everyone else.</s> |
<|description|>Gilberte "Gil" Chevalier
Age: 17
Gender: Female; she/her pronouns
Hometown: Jubilife City, Sinnoh
Appearance: A diminutive stature barely reaching five feet, impeccable dark eyeliner, and a slender, petite frame lend - with accuracy that surprises absolutely no one - to the notion Gil does not enjoy the outdoors in any sense of the word. Sharp eyebrows lie low on her forehead, giving the appearance of a constant scowl. Gentle angles cut into the pale canvas of her face, providing a sharp contrast to the dark circles offsetting deep brown eyes. These eyes are perpetually narrowed, and the irises unusually small, giving the impression of constant skepticism.
A small nose and delicate mouth would give her a doll-like appearance were they not usually twisted into a scowl. Long, layered white hair falls in waves down her back, stopping a few inches above her waist, and a choppy, fluffy fringe feathers across her forehead. She prefers wearing her hair down - it is rather long, and quite heavy, and keeping it up all the time would give her a headache - but will occasionally throw it into a messy bun. Gil is usually pretty good about maintaining the dye job, but sometimes, she's prone to bouts of laziness, and lets the roots grow out a bit.
Rarely seen without an oversized hoodie or sweatshirt of some form; usually wears leggings or some kind of athletic pants with them. Has surprisingly practical taste in shoes; a solid, sturdy pair of bright, tacky red athletic sneakers.
Personality: Easily flustered and angered even faster, Gil is governed solely by impulse and emotion. Rationality and logistics fall to the wayside in favor of instinct or intuition, especially in a conflict. A gruff, somewhat awkward demeanor and dry, surly sort of humor give her an almost rough-around-the-edges sort of aura, particularly when she's being forced to sit down and be civil. She's not particularly adept at handling crowds, either; her short stature and distaste for socialization leaves her positively floundering.
Gil is somewhat impatient, and even though she's a self-proclaimed pacifist, wouldn't hesitate to fling her Pokeballs aside and jump into the fray herself. (She's eternally ready to fight. Poor disaster child would probably try to punch an Ursaring if it pissed her off.) Has a flippaint, devil-may-care attitude towards academics, and as such, dropped out of formal education to pursue a career in training and sate her wanderlust (though her father also played an integral role in this decision, too; there's enough defiance coursing through her veins to power a small regiment). She tends to fidget when forced to sit still for very long, especially if she's waiting on someone she's travelling with to finish up a transaction or draw a conversation to a close.
Despite this brash veneer, Gil's constantly plagued by doubts for the future. She's terrified she won't be able to make it as a trainer and provide for herself, and she's too prideful to slink back home and try to rectify things with her family. A life spent rotting away at some desk job isn't the life for her - ask her, and you'll receive an emphatic refusal, probably some remark about how she'd rather fling herself off an overpass than spend the rest of her life bored and filled with regret.
She's also hyperaware of her belligerence, and how quickly she resorts to shouting, and she's determined to learn to curb her temper. The last thing in the world she wants is to become anything like her rat bastard father. It's a touchy subject.
Profession: Novice trainer
Talents: The ability to argue with practically anyone; an armada of various bad ideas and ways to execute them; the ability to subsist off defiance alone.
Inventory:
* 7 Pokeballs
* Thermal, well-insulated sleeping bag + portable travel-sized pillow
* $200
* Personal hygiene + cosmetic supplies; has an unholy devotion toward maintaining her eyeliner
* A bottle of disinfectant, a small box of band-aids, and two rolls of gauze
* Store-bought, relatively decent-quality Pokemon food
* 4 Potions; 2 Antidotes; 1 Burn Heal she carries expressly for comedic purpose
* A few changes of clothes
* Obscenely gaudy bright red backpack in which all of this is stored
Starter Pokemon: "Wukong" (Male Chimchar), level 5
Biography:
Born and raised in Jubilife by a father who regarded Pokemon trainers as cowardly thugs that frittered away their families' assets gallivanting around the world, and a quiet, hesitant mother whose opinion was never valued as an equal, Gil grew up with the desire to travel and develop a perspective of her own. Partially out of defiance, partially because she couldn't stand staying in the same place for very long, Gil made it her life's ambition to see the world with her own eyes and forge a future by herself - much to her father's displeasure.
People are a product of their environment, and people also don't develop such severe opinions for no reason. Gil's older brother Liam, a Pokemon enthusiast to an almost obsessive degree, had wasted hundreds of dollars on schooling and occupational preparation only to succumb to anxiety, freak out, turn his back on everything the day of his final exams, and devote his life to Pokemon breeding.
He picked up a Chimchar from the Sinnoh Lab and just like that, the existence of Liam Chevalier was no longer acknowledged.
Gil was envious, of course, because she really didn't think it was fair he got to follow his life's ambitions, whereas she was stuck pursuing some mundane, boring desk job she didn't want. She almost considered asking to visit, maybe see if he'd breed her a Lillipup for a pet - sane company, her excuse was.
Of course, due to Edward Chevalier's volatile nature and propensity for lashing out at what he perceived as insubordination with a rough cuff to the ear, this opinion was wisely kept silent after the first few confrontations. In the back of Gil's mind it festered, and she nourished it with resentment. Clandestine mock-battles in the schoolyard, surreptitious exchanges of what her father scornfully dubbed "filthy propaganda" - such as professional statistics and recordings of tournaments - anything Gil could get her hands on was used as artillery.
Edward wasn't totally oblivious, because Gil wasn't exactly the paragon of stealth, but he remained silent - holding out for the hope his daughter was just "going through a phase" and that it'd all "blow over and she'd come to her senses". Her mother, Dana, on the other hand, silently cheered her on with an almost savage sort of satisfaction. Her daughter was succeeding where she had failed, and maybe, if Gil was lucky, Gil would have the opportunities Dana never got the chance to experience.
The tension built, rapidly escalating when secret desires turned into bold proclamations, Gil eventually stopped attending school, and her grades dropped from "decent" to "nonexistent". Everything came to a head the day Edward stumbled blearily down the stairs at four in the morning, having been jolted from sleep by a large crash, and found his daughter cramming supplies into a backpack, shoes on her feet and a few Pokeballs at her belt.
The resulting argument could have woken the dead, and just like that, Gil was fleeing her home, with shouts threatening to call the authorities at her back and the sun in her eyes, and for the first time in her life, everything was going as it should be. The black sheep of the family had taken her throne, estranged and all the better for it.
She managed to contact Liam, made arrangements to stay with him in his current Kanto residence for a few years, maybe to get on her feet and figure out how she was actually supposed to go about training Pokemon, and as celebration (because he'd missed his little sister, really, he did), he offered her one of the offspring of his very first starter.
For someone so grumpy, Gil really was a sentimental idiot.
Notes/Other: Gil despises the cold, hence her preference for Fire-type Pokemon. Rarely, if ever, wears short sleeves.</s>
<|message|>Aeris Jessica Mason
"Ohboyohboyohboyohboyohboyohboyohboyohboyohboyohboyohboyohboyohboyohboyohboyohboyohboyohboyohboyohboyohboyohboy!"
Aeris couldn't sit still as they rapidly approached Pallet Town, and neither did Lisa, perched on Aeris' shoulder, jumping up and down from joy. It had been a long and boring sailing from Unova, and saying goodbye to her family had been sad, but she'd promised to call them whenever something important happened, and if nothing important would happen, at least she would call them once a day.
Lisa jumped up on top of Aeris' head. "Joltik, tik! Tik, Joltik!" Oh boy, so fun! A new region, so fun!
"Mhm, I know what you mean!" Aeris replied to her, continuing her own bouncing around the boat. They'd soon be there, and then they would meet so many people, and catch all the Pokémon, and eat some new food, and have lots and lots of funny fun fun fun!
"Faaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaryyyyyyyyy! We're almost there! Get up and see this!" She hurried over to her best friend and took hold of her arm, dragging her to the front of the ship to see Pallet Town.</s>
<|message|>Fary Nitashi
Fary was drawing when they near Pallet Town. It was just some random sketches from around the boat and from back home in Unova. She was more then ready to leave for her Pokemon journey and the sooner she could get out of Unova and way from her ex the better. She knew that if she started in Unova she would have to face Grimsley at some point. The very idea was revolting to her, and who knows how he would act seeing her.
Her Zorua Emily was happily watching Fary laying right next to her. ""Zor zor zorua zor zo rua."It looks like we're almost there.
She was just about do with the sketch when her best friend Aeris yelled her name and ran over to her. Fary knew what was coming and quickly put away her sketch book knowing that if she didn't it might end up flying. She felt a firm grip on arm pulling her out of her seated state and flailing in the air like a helpless flag to the front of the ship from the shear energy of Aeris.
"Aeris for crap sake, you could of ripped my arm off." Fary sighed when her felt finally touched ground. She looked up knowing at that point she might as well and saw Pallet town right before her eyes.
Emily had trotted behind her flying trainer and sat down at her feet looking up and shook her head at Aeris and her bouncing bug.</s>
| <|message|>Gilberte "Gil" Chevalier
The side of Gil's hand has been pressed tightly against her brow, warding off the sun as best it can, for so long she's almost afraid it's going leave an imprint. A massive pale line in a sea of sunburnt betrayal, because she's not pointing fingers or naming names, but she wouldn't exactly have to worry about her hand leaving a mark were the sun not raining its blazing fury down from above like a lover scorned. Or someone who hadn't been called back after a long night.
Her lips curve down into a frown, and she tilts her head. Aren't those interchangeable? Technically, they overlap, but it's a metaphor, so - actually, okay, no, wow, she's severely off-track. As in, her train of thought just derailed and leveled an entire town off-track. Probably blew up a small village along the way, too, because apparently, her attention span's worse than her next-door neighbor's son's, and that little bundle of regret and snot's not even five months old.
A sigh drifts out from between her lips, and she shakes her head. Time to forge onward. She's got a massive (okay, average) hill to scale and only today to do it, because she's pretty sure today's the last day for league registrations. (Unless she already missed her chance, in which case she's got a backup plan: lob the nearest rock at the presiding professor, steal a license, and bolt. Classic, but effective. Considering the massive trainwreck that comprises her time-management skills, it's actually a pretty sound idea.)
"Char," says the aforementioned Wukong, almost critically, as if he knows what she's thinking and doesn't exactly approve. It's almost uncanny - she's had him for, what, a week and a half, maybe? He can't be predicting her actions yet.
"Dude, don't even look at me like that. It'd be sick as all hell," she argues, swiveling her head around to shoot him a reproachful glare, and probably guaranteeing her inevitable stumble over a stray twig in the process. "Like if a train heist and an explosion had a not-ugly baby. And that baby came out casually shredding a wave while playing, like, eight guitar riffs. Level 8 cool."
She's not sure why she's rambling, but it's not nerves. Can't be nerves, because why would she be nervous in any way, shape, or form? It's not like her entire future depends on this, or anything. Not like she'll have to slink back home like a dejected little mutt, tail tucked permanently between her legs.
"Yeah," she mutters, quickening her pace, Wukong scampering along behind her, complacent in his cheerful ignorance, "no biggie. No pressure. yeah."</s> |
<|description|>Adrian Kaz Manuka
Age: 20
Gender: Male
Hometown: Celadon City, Kanto
Appearance: Standing at roughly 5'9" tall, Adrian has pale skin, light brown hair, and green eyes. Physically, he's reasonably fit, having maintained a decent exercise schedule over the past year or so. He tends to dress in white or silver shirts, plain black pants, shoes suitable for travelling, and a simple white and blue jacket. The majority of Adrian's attire, while he downplays it as best he can, is rather well-tailored when properly examined.
Adrian has a plain blue traveller's backpack, in which he keeps the majority of his possessions, and wears a secondary satchel to hold more commonly used items, such as Potions or spare Poké Balls. The satchel's strap has six catches fitted to it, designed to hold Poké Balls. Only one of these catches, the topmost one, is currently in use. He wears a blue Pokégear on his left wrist.
Personality: Adrian is a calm and collected person in situations with which he's familiar: battling and socialising in particular are his preferred fields. When out of his comfort zone, however, he tends to turn quiet, and do a lot more thinking before he decides to act. He holds great respect for fellow Trainers and their Pokémon, but will almost always look down on those who mistreat their companions, be they human or Pokémon.
When battling, Adrian tends to lose track of everything that isn't part of the battle itself. Instead, he tries to immerse himself in the match, taking in all the details in the interest of finding the right path to victory.
Adrian isn't the biggest fan of the idea of taking on the Kanto League: ideally, he would have booked passage on a ship to another region to begin his journeys proper. But he was required to complete the Kanto League before travelling outside of the region, so he may as well start somewhere.
Profession: Adrian has just become a beginner Trainer.
Talents: Adrian knows his way around most of Kanto's cities, having travelled throughout most of the region with his brother. Other than that, he has a solid education on the subjects most students take up during their studies, ranging from basic and advanced Pokémon care to mathematics and several others besides.
Inventory:
Adrian carries the following items in his pack:
- 14 Poké Balls
- 1 Premier Ball
- 1 Ultra Ball
- 15 Potions
- 5 Antidotes
- 5 Paralyse Heals
- Two cases of standard-fare Pokémon food
- A journal and stationery
- A pack of labels for Poké Balls
- Debit card linked to a personal account containing $1500
- A week's worth of clothing and other personal items
- A white and silver mp3 player with matching headphones
Starter Pokémon: Magnus, a young Magnemite. Its moves are Tackle and Supersonic, and its ability is Sturdy.
Biography:
Born into the rather wealthy Manuka family in Celadon City, Adrian was raised in a comfortable lifestyle. From an early age the youngest of three was schooled by some of the finest teachers that Kanto has to offer. It wasn't the most pampered childhood, but it was one that was better off than many. The Manuka family runs a highly profitable clothing business - 'Manuka Attire' - with connections to stores in several regions, including Sinnoh's Veilstone Department Store, Unova's Shopping Mall Nine, and the Snowbelle City Boutique in Kalos.
Adrian and his older brother, Luke, tended to shun the family business, while their sister Irina - the eldest of the three by several years - practically threw herself into design and development of new pieces as soon as she was deemed ready by their parents. When Luke completed his education, a year ahead of Adrian achieving the same goal, he had a penchant for mechanics and engineering, and so immediately applied for work at Kanto's Power Plant. Whether he got his job there on his own talents, or whether his father had a hand in the proceedings - as he often did - Luke landed a position there.
Before Luke started work at the Power Plant, however, he wished to take a tour of Kanto to see the sights before he moved into an apartment in Cerulean to live closer to his new job. Adrian jumped at the chance to get out of Celadon for a few weeks, and the brothers travelled Kanto's routes together. Luke showed off his battling skills, training up a Spearow and a Rhyhorn he'd caught along the way. When they reached Cerulean City, Luke sent Adrian home, their journey completed, with the promise that he'd write to the family, check in on everyone.
So the youngest of the three returned to the Manuka residence in Celadon, rather uncertain of what he wanted to do with himself now that he had travelled a good portion of the region and seen what there was to offer. And while he threw himself into the last six months of his studies, he was discontent. Kanto was packed with Trainers and Pokémon alike, and the other regions that he'd studied in class were probably the same. He wanted to join them, not be stuck in boardrooms and offices all day like his parents and Irina.
The day after he graduated from high school, Adrian posed the idea of becoming a Trainer and taking on a Pokémon League Challenge to his parents. He suggested that he could travel overseas, perhaps to Hoenn or Kalos, where he could explore an unfamiliar land and meet new people and Pokémon. It was clear by now that he had little interest in taking part in the Manuka family business, and for that reason, his parents agreed to his request. On the condition that he complete Kanto's Pokémon League before travelling outside of the region.
Whether the requirement was a test to see if Adrian could handle himself independently, or a way to ensure that his parents knew where he was, Adrian didn't care. He was thrilled by this development. But a flaw remained in the plan. To be a Pokémon Trainer, you had to have a Pokémon with which to start, and Adrian didn't want to rely on a handout from his family. He began taking trips to visit the Day Care outside Cerulean City every few weeks to see if anyone had left an Egg behind, free to a good home. The folks in charge didn't have anything for him for several months, until one visit when they had a young Magnemite floating around after a client's breeding project, and set the Magnet Pokémon aside in hope that Adrian would ask about it.
Adrian caught the Magnemite after a discussion with the Day Care staff, and named it Magnus. With his new companion in tow, he packed up his things soon afterwards and took the long walk past Cerulean City, Mt. Moon, Pewter and Veridian to reach Pallet Town, the starting point of every beginner Trainer in Kanto.</s>
<|message|>Charles "Charlie" Delacroix
A big ol' puff of hair resembling a trainer meander onto the docks of Pallet Town, readjusting to the solid wooden planks. "Just gotta get my land legs back, heh." He mumbled with a uncertain chuckle, wobbling a bit. "Okay, i'm good...i'm good." He reassured himself, standing straight to face the professor that brought him to this magical, new region. "Thanks for the ride, Mr. Elm..." He noticed the guy practically already embarking back across the water. "...You're not getting off?" Charlie asked.
"Sorry Chuck, something's come up! Gotta return to New Bark, ASAP!" Professor Elm hastily called back. "Take care, and make sure you meet with Professor Oak before you leave Pallet Town! He'll tell you how things work around here!" He added with a wave. Charlie excitedly waved back. "Okay! Thanks again for the ride! Have a safe trip back!" He exclaimed as he waved. Once the professor was out of sight, he swiveled 'round to face the town.
"Alright...now where would Professor Oak's lab be, exactly?" The good professor didn't exactly provide the boy with directions. "Well, these sorta adventures are all about the journey embarked, rather than the destination..." He mumbled some reassuring words as he wandered off the dock and proceeded further into town.
It was clear he wasn't alone in the area, as trainers of all shapes, sizes and ages populated the scene. And most were paired with their own Pokemon companion. "Oh! That reminds me-" He knelt down, reaching for the singular pokeball hanging from his belt. How could he almost forget about the shy little Cyndaquil Professor Elm entrusted him with? He released her out into the world, realizing he hadn't let her since he first named her back at the lab.
"Hey Quinn~" He called the adorable fire mouse in a sing-song sort of way. "Welcome to the new world! Who knows what we might run into out here!" His bubbly disposition contrasted the Cyndaquil's clear uneasiness. She didn't look all that happy to be here.
"Qui..." She mumbled in reply, nuzzling herself into Charlie's lap. He would've squealed right then and there if he hadn't had caught himself. "C'mere cutie pie~" He lifted her into his arms, where she immediately curled into a ball in his creases. He stroked at her fur, taking mental note of the warmth emitting from the ignition pads on her backside. "Alright Quinn, let's find the professor's lab. This place looks small enough, i'm sure we'll run into it eventually." He stated, rising to his feet.</s>
<|message|>Aeris Jessica Mason
"Nah, you're fine, I've done it loads of times now, and it's still attached!" Aeris let go of her when they were at the front of the boat, bouncing up and down a lot as they got closer and closer, eventually stopping at the dock to let passengers off the boat and into Pallet Town. "Eeeeeee, we're here!" Aeris had all her stuff on her, so there was no need to go and get it.
Neither did Fary, so after picking up Emily and putting her in Fary's arms, because she knew that would be better than having Emily run after them, she dragged her off the boat and into town, then let go of her and starting looking around, going "Oooooooh!" every now and then while looking at everything.
"So exciting!" She could hardly contain herself from excitement, as she also looked at all the people there and their Pokémon. There were so many of them! She remembered hearing there were a lot of Pokémon while she was in the Trainer School, over 700! "I wonder if all of them are here in Kanto!"
Before she got too far in thinking about that, she spotted a boy with a Cyndaquil, which was super adorable, and took off towards him, squealing all the way to them. "EEEEEEEEE! Sooooooooo cuuuuuuute! Socutesocutesocutesocuuuuuuuuuuute!" All this time, Lisa had remained on her head, observing all that Aeris had, and finally now looking down onto the Cyndaquil in the boy's arms. "Is this your Cyndaquil? How did you get it? How long have you had it? What's its name? What's its favorite food? Color? Shape? Day? Oh, who cares, it's so adorable!"</s>
| <|message|>Adrian Kaz Manuka
"This looks like the place... it's a bit bigger than I remember," Adrian mused to himself as he strolled into Pallet from the north, having just passed through Route One. It was only then he realised he was missing something. Specifically, someone.
"Magnus! Come on, dude!"
A loud beep emitted from a patch of grass, followed by a thump and the sound of a low hum strengthening a little. Sure enough, Adrian's Pokémon of choice hovered up out of the foliage, magnets spinning lazily. Magnus flipped over in midair, blinked its one large eye and turned back upright with a flourish to catch up to Adrian. The little Steel-type beeped again, this time a little cheerier - or so Adrian figured, given its slightly higher pitch - as it landed on his pack without much of an effect on the total weight. Chuckling to himself, Adrian pressed on.
"Okay, so the Lab is round the corner from here, past the docks and town hall, top of the hill... y'know, I don't really know many people who use the Pallet docks. I mean, sure, there's a few ships there now, but most turn up in Vermilion... Magnus! Get out of there!" Sure enough, the Magnet Pokémon had flown off to pop open a house's circuit box, presumably to siphon electricity to power itself.
Adrian grabbed his Magnemite by its spherical body and yanked it away from the house before it could do some real damage, hurrying away with his Pokémon secured in his arms. "I keep telling you, mate, you can't go cracking open circuit boxes without me asking permission from the owner. I'm sure we can getcha a few minutes' recharge from the labs before we head back up Route One, yeah?"
Beep.
Adrian took that as an 'okay', and let Magnus back into the air. Thankfully, it just settled down on his shoulder as he kept walking. "Y'know, I'm hoping we're not the only ones visiting the Labs on the last day of registration... that'd be rather awkward. 'Specially given old Prof Oak's disposition these days... I wonder if there's a petition around somewhere to find a replacement for him." Thinking aloud, he completely failed to notice the half dozen or so others with small Pokémon in the area... well, almost completely. Adrian could see a few ships at the docks, whose passengers were unloading and spreading out. Several groups were starting to form about the place; he carefully passed a few people on his way to the Labs, narrowly missing a girl sprinting past towards some other guy.</s> |
<|description|>Adrian Kaz Manuka
Age: 20
Gender: Male
Hometown: Celadon City, Kanto
Appearance: Standing at roughly 5'9" tall, Adrian has pale skin, light brown hair, and green eyes. Physically, he's reasonably fit, having maintained a decent exercise schedule over the past year or so. He tends to dress in white or silver shirts, plain black pants, shoes suitable for travelling, and a simple white and blue jacket. The majority of Adrian's attire, while he downplays it as best he can, is rather well-tailored when properly examined.
Adrian has a plain blue traveller's backpack, in which he keeps the majority of his possessions, and wears a secondary satchel to hold more commonly used items, such as Potions or spare Poké Balls. The satchel's strap has six catches fitted to it, designed to hold Poké Balls. Only one of these catches, the topmost one, is currently in use. He wears a blue Pokégear on his left wrist.
Personality: Adrian is a calm and collected person in situations with which he's familiar: battling and socialising in particular are his preferred fields. When out of his comfort zone, however, he tends to turn quiet, and do a lot more thinking before he decides to act. He holds great respect for fellow Trainers and their Pokémon, but will almost always look down on those who mistreat their companions, be they human or Pokémon.
When battling, Adrian tends to lose track of everything that isn't part of the battle itself. Instead, he tries to immerse himself in the match, taking in all the details in the interest of finding the right path to victory.
Adrian isn't the biggest fan of the idea of taking on the Kanto League: ideally, he would have booked passage on a ship to another region to begin his journeys proper. But he was required to complete the Kanto League before travelling outside of the region, so he may as well start somewhere.
Profession: Adrian has just become a beginner Trainer.
Talents: Adrian knows his way around most of Kanto's cities, having travelled throughout most of the region with his brother. Other than that, he has a solid education on the subjects most students take up during their studies, ranging from basic and advanced Pokémon care to mathematics and several others besides.
Inventory:
Adrian carries the following items in his pack:
- 14 Poké Balls
- 1 Premier Ball
- 1 Ultra Ball
- 15 Potions
- 5 Antidotes
- 5 Paralyse Heals
- Two cases of standard-fare Pokémon food
- A journal and stationery
- A pack of labels for Poké Balls
- Debit card linked to a personal account containing $1500
- A week's worth of clothing and other personal items
- A white and silver mp3 player with matching headphones
Starter Pokémon: Magnus, a young Magnemite. Its moves are Tackle and Supersonic, and its ability is Sturdy.
Biography:
Born into the rather wealthy Manuka family in Celadon City, Adrian was raised in a comfortable lifestyle. From an early age the youngest of three was schooled by some of the finest teachers that Kanto has to offer. It wasn't the most pampered childhood, but it was one that was better off than many. The Manuka family runs a highly profitable clothing business - 'Manuka Attire' - with connections to stores in several regions, including Sinnoh's Veilstone Department Store, Unova's Shopping Mall Nine, and the Snowbelle City Boutique in Kalos.
Adrian and his older brother, Luke, tended to shun the family business, while their sister Irina - the eldest of the three by several years - practically threw herself into design and development of new pieces as soon as she was deemed ready by their parents. When Luke completed his education, a year ahead of Adrian achieving the same goal, he had a penchant for mechanics and engineering, and so immediately applied for work at Kanto's Power Plant. Whether he got his job there on his own talents, or whether his father had a hand in the proceedings - as he often did - Luke landed a position there.
Before Luke started work at the Power Plant, however, he wished to take a tour of Kanto to see the sights before he moved into an apartment in Cerulean to live closer to his new job. Adrian jumped at the chance to get out of Celadon for a few weeks, and the brothers travelled Kanto's routes together. Luke showed off his battling skills, training up a Spearow and a Rhyhorn he'd caught along the way. When they reached Cerulean City, Luke sent Adrian home, their journey completed, with the promise that he'd write to the family, check in on everyone.
So the youngest of the three returned to the Manuka residence in Celadon, rather uncertain of what he wanted to do with himself now that he had travelled a good portion of the region and seen what there was to offer. And while he threw himself into the last six months of his studies, he was discontent. Kanto was packed with Trainers and Pokémon alike, and the other regions that he'd studied in class were probably the same. He wanted to join them, not be stuck in boardrooms and offices all day like his parents and Irina.
The day after he graduated from high school, Adrian posed the idea of becoming a Trainer and taking on a Pokémon League Challenge to his parents. He suggested that he could travel overseas, perhaps to Hoenn or Kalos, where he could explore an unfamiliar land and meet new people and Pokémon. It was clear by now that he had little interest in taking part in the Manuka family business, and for that reason, his parents agreed to his request. On the condition that he complete Kanto's Pokémon League before travelling outside of the region.
Whether the requirement was a test to see if Adrian could handle himself independently, or a way to ensure that his parents knew where he was, Adrian didn't care. He was thrilled by this development. But a flaw remained in the plan. To be a Pokémon Trainer, you had to have a Pokémon with which to start, and Adrian didn't want to rely on a handout from his family. He began taking trips to visit the Day Care outside Cerulean City every few weeks to see if anyone had left an Egg behind, free to a good home. The folks in charge didn't have anything for him for several months, until one visit when they had a young Magnemite floating around after a client's breeding project, and set the Magnet Pokémon aside in hope that Adrian would ask about it.
Adrian caught the Magnemite after a discussion with the Day Care staff, and named it Magnus. With his new companion in tow, he packed up his things soon afterwards and took the long walk past Cerulean City, Mt. Moon, Pewter and Veridian to reach Pallet Town, the starting point of every beginner Trainer in Kanto.</s>
<|message|>Charles "Charlie" Delacroix
Charlie paused, as a shrill shriek grew from behind him. As soon as he could turn around, a spastic redhead was already loudly invading his space, damn near knocking him off his feet in the process. Despite such a fright, Charlie managed to keep on a smile as the girl gushed all over the sight of Quinn. Though, she spit out questions so fast, he could barely answer any of them. Quinn didn't appreciate all the loud attention, and only shrunk into a tighter ball. Even then, he felt he should introduce her instead of looking on like a Stantler in headlights.
"Uhh, heh, this is Quinn. We're from the Johto region...I just got her a few hours ago, so I haven't got around to feeding her yet...i'm sure i'll find out her favorite foods in due time, though!" He cobbled together something resembling a awkward reply, and topped it off with a sheepish chuckle. As his eyes wandered about the girl's person, he couldn't help but notice the little yellow pom-pom skittering about on the girl's head.
"Is that your Pokemon?" He thumbed towards the buggy puffball. It definitely looked familiar, but he couldn't put a name to it. It was something he never saw in person until today. It was pretty cute too. Before she could answer though, a boy came through the cut, crashing into the girl. The redhead was mostly (if not entirely) unfazed by the unsuccessful tackle, but Charlie was almost ready to jump out of his skin a second time. The kid seemed to take more damage than the girl did, and beside him sat...a sentient candle. "Weird." He thought before addressing the minor.
"You okay, bro?" Charlie asked simply, moving beside the redhead to help the guy back to his feet. "...I'm gonna also assume we're all going to the same place, yeah? To Professor Oak's lab? Y'all probably have a better idea on where it is than I do..." He added.</s>
<|message|>Daniel "Danny" Harrison
Danny groaned and slowly patted the sand off his clothes, sighing exasperatedly. Welcome to Kanto, he thought to himself as he slowly got back up and pulled the satchel to tighten it on his back. "I'm fine. Thank you, sir," he answered calmly...though Danny's Litwick thought otherwise. Danny was quick enough to realize the rising anger in Inizio, however, and quickly hugged him back up and showed him his Pokéball (which seemed to specially have a lighter coloration than a regular one), quietly threatening to return him back if he misbehaved. They had a lot of time to have to fun around here, but attempt to burn another person or her Joltik was not one of them.
"Well...this is my first time coming to Kanto," Danny admitted while Inizio mumbled to himself - which sounded more like "Lit-lit lit-wi..." Danny ignored the candlestick's complaints, however, and continued. "I'm from Hoenn myself...Slateport, to be exact, though I've been traveling to multiple regions with my family for several years. Got lil' Ini here from a Unova vacation here."
A light nudge quickly got the Litwick to chime it. "Lit-wick!"
Danny nodded and took a deep breath. "Anyway, I'm Daniel, though I prefer it if you just call me Danny. And this Litwick here is called Inizio," he introduced. "Why don't we hunt for Professor Oak's lab together? It's probably the large building over there."</s>
<|message|>Aeris Jessica Mason
Before she managed to answer Charlie, someone bumped into Aeris, which she didn't notice until Charlie went to help him up. She thought she remembered seeing him on the boat from Unova, especially since she'd probably seen everyone on the boat about a million times while she was bored on the way to Kanto. Can't really be too much all over the place on a boat.
"Hi!" she said enthusiastically to Danny. "I'm Aeris, and this is Lisa." She pointed towards her Joltik who was bouncing happily on top of her head. "Joltik!" she replied when her name was said. She was a little nervous, being around two Fire types, but their trainers were near, so she should be safe.
"I'm on my way to Professor Oak too! I came here with my bestest friend who's around here somewhere..." she said as she skimmed around for her. She was used to Fary being slower than her and taking her time, even though it was booooooring, but that was fine. "We came here to see the Professor together, so she should be able to find her way there." As she said it, though, she spotted her and waved towards her. "Faaaaryyyyyy! Over here!"</s>
<|message|>Claire Hawk
"Wingull! Wing! Wing! Wingull!"
A flock of wingull soared over the peaceful shores of Pallet Town. Waves rolled in from the Twenty-One in the south and crashed against its soft white beach. Children ran across the sand and splashed through the water; their parents keeping a careful eye on both their kids and their tans. And in spite of the commotion of registration day, Pallet Town truly lived up to its quaint, peaceful reputation.
However, an idyllic evening at the beach fell victim to strange circumstances. The waves began to sweep in from the south with more and more force. Distressed Magikarp splashed up out of the surf near the shore and before long, a single large fan-like fin was sighted off the coast. It sped through the waters leaving literal wakes in its way as it made a beeline for the quiet seashore of Pallet Town.
A mighty pokemon reared its draconian head; "GYARADOS!" it roared. The Gyarados shot its head up high above the surf and glided into the shoreline before lowering its head onto the beach.
Claire Hawk slid down the side of the Gyarados; her hair and bathing suit still soaking wet. She lands on the ground with a soft crunch and bounces up and away from the Gyarados. An older man, her father, stands up on the back of the Gyarados. He holds onto Gyarados' tall dorsal fins.
"You got everything?" he yelled down at her.
She held up a small pokeball in her hand and it expanded to full size. She yelled back, "Yeah, pops!"
"Alright! Call whenever you can! We'll see you when you come back around to Cinnabar!"
"Mhm! Bye pops!" she smiled up at him and he popped a faux-salute before patting his Gyarados' fin and flying back off towards the Twenty-One. Claire waved after him as he surfed off towards Cinnabar Island on the back of his Gyarados. When he was out of eyeshot she turned around and walked off and slid her way into a changing booth on the beach.
Inside the booth, Claire pressed the button on her pokeball; the ball flew open and red lightning lit up the changing booth. Claire closed her eyes for a brief moment and when she had opened them again there on the floor of the booth stood was a Chinchou with a trainer's satchel tightened over its shoulder. "Chin, chin, chin!"
Claire smiled and rubbed Chinchin's head; he smiled and flapped his fins happily. He nuzzled off the shoulder bag and Claire snatched it up off the ground, "Thank~you." Within minutes she had changed into dry clothes and was on her way to Professor Oak's laboratory to get her journey underway.</s>
| <|message|>Adrian Kaz Manuka
A rather loud roar reached Adrian's ears, and he paused to investigate where it had come from. Sure enough, a large Gyarados let a young passenger jump down from its back, before an older man - presumably the owner of the Water-type - turned his mount and sped away. "That Gyarados must be pretty well-trained," Adrian mused, "to have carried passengers even a short distance. I wonder where they came from. Although it's not the most refined of Water-type transports... a shame you don't see Lapras much any more."
Magnus had no comment, instead lifting off of its Trainer's shoulder to hover a few feet above him, magnets spinning.
"Hmm... y'know, Kingdra comes a close second to Lapras in terms of elegance in Water-types... maybe we'll find a Horsea somewhere along the coast to train up." That comment got a Beep out of the floating Magnemite. "What? You can't expect me to run through the entire League with just you, Magnus. Gotta build up a strong team. C'mon, time's a-wasting." Adrian stuck his tongue out at his Pokémon, who spun in midair in response and followed the Trainer as he resumed walking.
The girl who had gotten off of her Gyarados transport was a short distance away; Adrian gave her a short wave as their paths began to cross. Maybe she was here for a visit to the Lab as well.</s> |
<|description|>Adrian Kaz Manuka
Age: 20
Gender: Male
Hometown: Celadon City, Kanto
Appearance: Standing at roughly 5'9" tall, Adrian has pale skin, light brown hair, and green eyes. Physically, he's reasonably fit, having maintained a decent exercise schedule over the past year or so. He tends to dress in white or silver shirts, plain black pants, shoes suitable for travelling, and a simple white and blue jacket. The majority of Adrian's attire, while he downplays it as best he can, is rather well-tailored when properly examined.
Adrian has a plain blue traveller's backpack, in which he keeps the majority of his possessions, and wears a secondary satchel to hold more commonly used items, such as Potions or spare Poké Balls. The satchel's strap has six catches fitted to it, designed to hold Poké Balls. Only one of these catches, the topmost one, is currently in use. He wears a blue Pokégear on his left wrist.
Personality: Adrian is a calm and collected person in situations with which he's familiar: battling and socialising in particular are his preferred fields. When out of his comfort zone, however, he tends to turn quiet, and do a lot more thinking before he decides to act. He holds great respect for fellow Trainers and their Pokémon, but will almost always look down on those who mistreat their companions, be they human or Pokémon.
When battling, Adrian tends to lose track of everything that isn't part of the battle itself. Instead, he tries to immerse himself in the match, taking in all the details in the interest of finding the right path to victory.
Adrian isn't the biggest fan of the idea of taking on the Kanto League: ideally, he would have booked passage on a ship to another region to begin his journeys proper. But he was required to complete the Kanto League before travelling outside of the region, so he may as well start somewhere.
Profession: Adrian has just become a beginner Trainer.
Talents: Adrian knows his way around most of Kanto's cities, having travelled throughout most of the region with his brother. Other than that, he has a solid education on the subjects most students take up during their studies, ranging from basic and advanced Pokémon care to mathematics and several others besides.
Inventory:
Adrian carries the following items in his pack:
- 14 Poké Balls
- 1 Premier Ball
- 1 Ultra Ball
- 15 Potions
- 5 Antidotes
- 5 Paralyse Heals
- Two cases of standard-fare Pokémon food
- A journal and stationery
- A pack of labels for Poké Balls
- Debit card linked to a personal account containing $1500
- A week's worth of clothing and other personal items
- A white and silver mp3 player with matching headphones
Starter Pokémon: Magnus, a young Magnemite. Its moves are Tackle and Supersonic, and its ability is Sturdy.
Biography:
Born into the rather wealthy Manuka family in Celadon City, Adrian was raised in a comfortable lifestyle. From an early age the youngest of three was schooled by some of the finest teachers that Kanto has to offer. It wasn't the most pampered childhood, but it was one that was better off than many. The Manuka family runs a highly profitable clothing business - 'Manuka Attire' - with connections to stores in several regions, including Sinnoh's Veilstone Department Store, Unova's Shopping Mall Nine, and the Snowbelle City Boutique in Kalos.
Adrian and his older brother, Luke, tended to shun the family business, while their sister Irina - the eldest of the three by several years - practically threw herself into design and development of new pieces as soon as she was deemed ready by their parents. When Luke completed his education, a year ahead of Adrian achieving the same goal, he had a penchant for mechanics and engineering, and so immediately applied for work at Kanto's Power Plant. Whether he got his job there on his own talents, or whether his father had a hand in the proceedings - as he often did - Luke landed a position there.
Before Luke started work at the Power Plant, however, he wished to take a tour of Kanto to see the sights before he moved into an apartment in Cerulean to live closer to his new job. Adrian jumped at the chance to get out of Celadon for a few weeks, and the brothers travelled Kanto's routes together. Luke showed off his battling skills, training up a Spearow and a Rhyhorn he'd caught along the way. When they reached Cerulean City, Luke sent Adrian home, their journey completed, with the promise that he'd write to the family, check in on everyone.
So the youngest of the three returned to the Manuka residence in Celadon, rather uncertain of what he wanted to do with himself now that he had travelled a good portion of the region and seen what there was to offer. And while he threw himself into the last six months of his studies, he was discontent. Kanto was packed with Trainers and Pokémon alike, and the other regions that he'd studied in class were probably the same. He wanted to join them, not be stuck in boardrooms and offices all day like his parents and Irina.
The day after he graduated from high school, Adrian posed the idea of becoming a Trainer and taking on a Pokémon League Challenge to his parents. He suggested that he could travel overseas, perhaps to Hoenn or Kalos, where he could explore an unfamiliar land and meet new people and Pokémon. It was clear by now that he had little interest in taking part in the Manuka family business, and for that reason, his parents agreed to his request. On the condition that he complete Kanto's Pokémon League before travelling outside of the region.
Whether the requirement was a test to see if Adrian could handle himself independently, or a way to ensure that his parents knew where he was, Adrian didn't care. He was thrilled by this development. But a flaw remained in the plan. To be a Pokémon Trainer, you had to have a Pokémon with which to start, and Adrian didn't want to rely on a handout from his family. He began taking trips to visit the Day Care outside Cerulean City every few weeks to see if anyone had left an Egg behind, free to a good home. The folks in charge didn't have anything for him for several months, until one visit when they had a young Magnemite floating around after a client's breeding project, and set the Magnet Pokémon aside in hope that Adrian would ask about it.
Adrian caught the Magnemite after a discussion with the Day Care staff, and named it Magnus. With his new companion in tow, he packed up his things soon afterwards and took the long walk past Cerulean City, Mt. Moon, Pewter and Veridian to reach Pallet Town, the starting point of every beginner Trainer in Kanto.</s>
<|message|>Sybil Goldon
As Sybil awaited a come back or apology from the girl before her, she noticed Lapis suddenly tense up, and another voice came from behind. Whatever words she had teetering at the tip of her tongue quickly vanished, and with a sudden grimace her mind whispered.
Well, here comes a knight in shining armor. Yeesh.
Sybil fought against her desire to continue glaring, turning slowly to face the new stranger with a face that could probably curdle milk. She examined him thoroughly, blue eyes full of unwarranted judgement, and as she did so she allowed the rage her mind had snatched without out hesitation to quell, instead clinging to the feeling of anxiousness this boy seemed to give out. The girl behind her, the still unknown stranger's anger, melted as she breathed in once, twice, and then exhaled. After a few deep breaths her face reddened, obviously embarrassed for exploding so suddenly, and without any knowledge on how to apologize for such an outburst and lowered her head in a light bow, stammering over her words before finally replying,
"S-sorry. You're right. Sorry, sorry..." She trailed off after a moment of apologizing, straightening and turning to stare back at the other girl. A brief string of anger filled her again, making her eyebrows furrow, but it passed in an instant and she tipped her head back, eyes narrowed only slightly,
"Though it wasn't my fault, sorry to you too." Lapis beside her seemed a bit amused by her comment, head tilting back and fourth as a giggle emitted from it's small body. Sybil felt the hint of a smile meet her lips, and with only slight difficulty she hefted the heavy ball of steel up and cradled him with both arms. Any remaining anger faded as she stood, surrounded by thoughts of rushing along up the hill and how nice the ocean sounded and how cool Lapis felt and... Oh right, the tall kid was still here. Her faint smile vanished as she rose to look up at the stupidly tall boy before her, head cocking to the side as she tried and failed to push back any angry comments about his height. A forced smirk met her lips, and she tightly asked:
"How's the weather up there?"
Before forcing a truly faux-genuine smile onto her round face. Not exactly the question she wanted to ask, but hey, it's a conversation starter.</s>
<|message|>Adrian Kaz Manuka
"Hey! Is someone there! Give me a second I'll be up front in a sec. Just feeding some of the Pokémon. Just head to the foyer to the left. Watch out for the Pidgeys perching above the doorway!"
"Whup!" Adrian dodged out of the doorway and turned his eyes upward. Sure enough, a flock of Pidgeys were sitting around chirping at each other. Magnus hovered up to their level, beeping at them, but they turned to glare at the Steel-type and it retreated back down to its Trainer's shoulder. Taking a few cautious steps away from the bird Pokémon, Adrian took a moment to examine the interior of the Laboratory.
It was a colossal mess, though Adrian interpreted it less like the place had been trashed and more like a certain someone had been left to his own devices for too long. Some things were overgrown out of neglect, others just plain broken. There were holes in the walls between rooms, for Arceus' sake. The Trainer just sighed, his suspicions correct. Someone needed to take over this place, preferably sooner rather than later. "This place is a trainwreck..." he muttered in an aside to Claire. "Come on. We should find some place to wait for whoever it was that gave us that heads-up."
Before Adrian could lead the way to the foyer the voice had mentioned, another girl burst into the Lab with reckless abandon. She made straight for the younger of the two Trainers, and Adrian's eyebrows were soon in danger of disappearing into his hair.
"Er... hello to you too, I guess?"</s>
<|message|>Charles "Charlie" Delacroix
Charlie gave pause at Aeris' quick comment about the less-than-savory accommodations of Driftveil City. "Uhhh..." Hesitant to answer, he looked on as Aeris sprinted off, barreling into the Pokemon lab with reckless abandon. He gave a slow, confused look towards Fary. "Did she say she got lost in the sewers once...?" He mumbled uneasily to the trainer. From his experiences, sewers weren't really a place kids could just accidentally wander into, so the visualization of such a situation threw him through a bit of a loop.
"Guess things are different in the big city..." "Uh, hey, wait up-" He broke into a nervous trot, in attempts to catch up to the redhead.
"Alright, i'm here-whoa-" He slowed in his approach, eyes trawling over every cracked wall and blown out window as he carefully made his way through the building. "The hell happened to this place...?" It was clear the lab was in utter disarray. If it weren't for the other kids lurking about, he would've concluded the place run-down and abandoned. There looked to be a older male, and a much younger girl (the one currently being space invaded by Aeris). Charlie opted to approach the guy.
"This is the Pokemon lab...right?" He asked, still looking about the place. "You here for the region challenge?" As he queried, Quinn perked up, meekly picking up her head to sniff at the stale air.</s>
<|message|>Fary Nitashi
Emily growled and tried to buck the annoying bug off of her head, but before she was able to Lisa ran off with Aeris. Emily, still very much so annoyed huffed loudly and cuddled back into Fary's arms.
"Zorua, zo zo zor zor zor zorrrrr zorua!" That damn bug, always waking me up!
"It's nice to meet you, Fary. My name is Daniel, or Danny for short. I'm from Slateport City in Hoenn myself, though I've been moving around frequently in my life. I've been to Nimbasa, in fact."
Fary gasped seeing Danny after he spoke to her. "Oh my Arceus. I'm so sorry, I didn't see you their Danny. I didn't mean to ignore you. It is very nice to meet you Danny. This is my zorua Emily. She was bread for my by my parents."
When Fary said her name Emily popped her head up and gave a happy but still a bit annoyed yip to say hi to Danny then curled back down.
"My parents use to travel to Slateport all the time when I was younger. Mom would compete in the contest hall while dad shopped at the market and chatted with breeders from the fan club. Since Unova doesn't have any contest halls mom had to take me to Hoenn."
Fary gave the boy a warm but somewhat lazy smile then heard the other boy talk to her.
Fary turned to Charlie and laughed a bit at his comment comment. "Yes, she really did get lost in the sewers. Castelie City has huge sewers that can be easy to get lost in. I told her not to go in but she was already set in her ways." Fary sighed thinking of that event as Charlie ran off. When he was out of sigh she turned back to Danny.
"We should follow the others to Professor Oak's lab. Shall we go?" Emily peaked up when her trainer talked about the lab.</s>
| <|message|>Adrian Kaz Manuka
"This is the Pokemon lab...right? You here for the region challenge?"
Another newcomer - thankfully a much less hyperactive one - had approached Adrian. The newcomer was slightly taller than him, carrying a Pokémon of his own in his arms. It seemed to uncurl as the guy spoke, revealing a long snout and closed eyes. Adrian recognised the colouring as that of a Cyndaquil, and smiled at the cute ball of fur.
"Yep, that's us. Adrian Manuka, of Celadon City: this here's Magnus." The Magnemite in question gave a beep at the mention of its name, rising from Adrian's shoulder to settle an inch or so above the Trainer's head. "Seems there's more than just a couple of people here on the last day of registration... whereabouts are you from? Not many places to find a Cyndaquil in the wild..." As he introduced himself and asked his own questions, Adrian got the distinct impression that everyone who showed up would be introducing themselves to each other a fair few times over the course of the next hour or so.</s> |
<|description|>Adrian Kaz Manuka
Age: 20
Gender: Male
Hometown: Celadon City, Kanto
Appearance: Standing at roughly 5'9" tall, Adrian has pale skin, light brown hair, and green eyes. Physically, he's reasonably fit, having maintained a decent exercise schedule over the past year or so. He tends to dress in white or silver shirts, plain black pants, shoes suitable for travelling, and a simple white and blue jacket. The majority of Adrian's attire, while he downplays it as best he can, is rather well-tailored when properly examined.
Adrian has a plain blue traveller's backpack, in which he keeps the majority of his possessions, and wears a secondary satchel to hold more commonly used items, such as Potions or spare Poké Balls. The satchel's strap has six catches fitted to it, designed to hold Poké Balls. Only one of these catches, the topmost one, is currently in use. He wears a blue Pokégear on his left wrist.
Personality: Adrian is a calm and collected person in situations with which he's familiar: battling and socialising in particular are his preferred fields. When out of his comfort zone, however, he tends to turn quiet, and do a lot more thinking before he decides to act. He holds great respect for fellow Trainers and their Pokémon, but will almost always look down on those who mistreat their companions, be they human or Pokémon.
When battling, Adrian tends to lose track of everything that isn't part of the battle itself. Instead, he tries to immerse himself in the match, taking in all the details in the interest of finding the right path to victory.
Adrian isn't the biggest fan of the idea of taking on the Kanto League: ideally, he would have booked passage on a ship to another region to begin his journeys proper. But he was required to complete the Kanto League before travelling outside of the region, so he may as well start somewhere.
Profession: Adrian has just become a beginner Trainer.
Talents: Adrian knows his way around most of Kanto's cities, having travelled throughout most of the region with his brother. Other than that, he has a solid education on the subjects most students take up during their studies, ranging from basic and advanced Pokémon care to mathematics and several others besides.
Inventory:
Adrian carries the following items in his pack:
- 14 Poké Balls
- 1 Premier Ball
- 1 Ultra Ball
- 15 Potions
- 5 Antidotes
- 5 Paralyse Heals
- Two cases of standard-fare Pokémon food
- A journal and stationery
- A pack of labels for Poké Balls
- Debit card linked to a personal account containing $1500
- A week's worth of clothing and other personal items
- A white and silver mp3 player with matching headphones
Starter Pokémon: Magnus, a young Magnemite. Its moves are Tackle and Supersonic, and its ability is Sturdy.
Biography:
Born into the rather wealthy Manuka family in Celadon City, Adrian was raised in a comfortable lifestyle. From an early age the youngest of three was schooled by some of the finest teachers that Kanto has to offer. It wasn't the most pampered childhood, but it was one that was better off than many. The Manuka family runs a highly profitable clothing business - 'Manuka Attire' - with connections to stores in several regions, including Sinnoh's Veilstone Department Store, Unova's Shopping Mall Nine, and the Snowbelle City Boutique in Kalos.
Adrian and his older brother, Luke, tended to shun the family business, while their sister Irina - the eldest of the three by several years - practically threw herself into design and development of new pieces as soon as she was deemed ready by their parents. When Luke completed his education, a year ahead of Adrian achieving the same goal, he had a penchant for mechanics and engineering, and so immediately applied for work at Kanto's Power Plant. Whether he got his job there on his own talents, or whether his father had a hand in the proceedings - as he often did - Luke landed a position there.
Before Luke started work at the Power Plant, however, he wished to take a tour of Kanto to see the sights before he moved into an apartment in Cerulean to live closer to his new job. Adrian jumped at the chance to get out of Celadon for a few weeks, and the brothers travelled Kanto's routes together. Luke showed off his battling skills, training up a Spearow and a Rhyhorn he'd caught along the way. When they reached Cerulean City, Luke sent Adrian home, their journey completed, with the promise that he'd write to the family, check in on everyone.
So the youngest of the three returned to the Manuka residence in Celadon, rather uncertain of what he wanted to do with himself now that he had travelled a good portion of the region and seen what there was to offer. And while he threw himself into the last six months of his studies, he was discontent. Kanto was packed with Trainers and Pokémon alike, and the other regions that he'd studied in class were probably the same. He wanted to join them, not be stuck in boardrooms and offices all day like his parents and Irina.
The day after he graduated from high school, Adrian posed the idea of becoming a Trainer and taking on a Pokémon League Challenge to his parents. He suggested that he could travel overseas, perhaps to Hoenn or Kalos, where he could explore an unfamiliar land and meet new people and Pokémon. It was clear by now that he had little interest in taking part in the Manuka family business, and for that reason, his parents agreed to his request. On the condition that he complete Kanto's Pokémon League before travelling outside of the region.
Whether the requirement was a test to see if Adrian could handle himself independently, or a way to ensure that his parents knew where he was, Adrian didn't care. He was thrilled by this development. But a flaw remained in the plan. To be a Pokémon Trainer, you had to have a Pokémon with which to start, and Adrian didn't want to rely on a handout from his family. He began taking trips to visit the Day Care outside Cerulean City every few weeks to see if anyone had left an Egg behind, free to a good home. The folks in charge didn't have anything for him for several months, until one visit when they had a young Magnemite floating around after a client's breeding project, and set the Magnet Pokémon aside in hope that Adrian would ask about it.
Adrian caught the Magnemite after a discussion with the Day Care staff, and named it Magnus. With his new companion in tow, he packed up his things soon afterwards and took the long walk past Cerulean City, Mt. Moon, Pewter and Veridian to reach Pallet Town, the starting point of every beginner Trainer in Kanto.</s>
<|message|>Aeris Jessica Mason
Before the young girl could respond to what Aeris was doing, she had quickly turned her attention to Gary Oak, who had now shown himself. She'd heard of his name, mostly because of spending some time at Fary's house when they were younger, and she was excited to meet such an important person. Not that it was noticeably any different from her usual excitement, but she hurried herself over to where he stood and stood almost right up to his face.
"Hi! Yeah, we're here 'cause we wanna become Champions! It would be sooooooo awesome! I'm gonna beat 'em all with my lil' Lisa over here!" Aeris pointed towards the jumping Joltik on top of her head. "We're gonna be unstoppable!" Aeris herself was bouncing around on her feet out of excitement. "Jol, Joltik!" Yeah, no one can beat us!</s>
<|message|>Adrian Kaz Manuka
"I'm from Johto, or uh, Goldenrod City, if I were to be specific. Yeah, she's even rare where I got her from, so I was kinda surprised when I saw Professor Elm had her available."
"Ah, Goldenrod City. You're a neighbour then, just across to the west... hey there, little one." The last of Adrian's comments was directed at the Cyndaquil, who seemed to shy away from him. Briefly Adrian considered extending a hand to see if she would poke it, but decided against it on the off-chance that she might have a little fire in her. That and, y'know, common courtesy. If another Trainer's Pokémon doesn't want anything to do with you, you leave it alone.
At the arrival of the one and only Gary Oak, Viridian Gym Leader - and therefore the last opponent before taking on Victory Road - Adrian nodded in response to his questions. Though his eyebrows shot up again at the hyperactive girl and what appeared to be a complete lack of understanding of personal space. As if it knew what he was thinking, Magnus gave a short two-tone buzz and settled back down on his shoulder.</s>
<|message|>Erik MacKinnon
The girl he was talking to seemed to clam up and shake her head no. It was a bit weird. Maybe she figured she made a huge misstep with the weather line. It was awkward sure but it wasn't anything to get so upset about. "OK...well I'm going up that way... so yeah...you two try not to fight any more OK? Yeah..." Katya was as chipper as ever, waving at the two girls as Erik turned around and headed up the hill towards Oak's lab. "Rose!"
It wasn't all that steep of a climb but still Erik was glad to be done with it. The outside of the giant laboratory look like it had been well kept anyway. All the herbivore Pokemon around here it was hard to see how it couldn't be. Cries could be heard from all over the area. Most of them sounded happy at least. Erik was in awe of how how massive the complex was, while Katya was just breathing in the clean-ish air and fragrant scents coming off her fellow Grass types.
As Erik walked up to the door a younger looking girl came running out moving at a Rapidash clip. She was flying by too fast for Erik to even ask what was going on or why she was running like that. Must have been excited to start her journey or something. He could only shrug as he continued in past the still open door. From the sounds of things there were people talking to the left of the hallway. Just as well it looked slightly cleaner than anything that was on the right hand side of the lobby.
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Gary was taken back by the kind of reaction he got from the assembled group of trainers. A couple of them seemed way too excited to be seeing him, the youngest one was so overwhelmed she ran off. Nice to know I still have the effect on people. The other two were just...there. I remember when I had the entire group though. As Erik shuffled in behind the people, in place of the departed Claire, The Viridian Gym Leader figured that was as good as it was going to get for now.
"All right rookies, you may think that you're just going to have a walk in the park through this league, but there are some tricks up our Leaders sleeves that you might not be ready for. I should know. I took this challenge ten years ago before I was hired on as Viridian Gym Leader. You all are going to be travelling across brutal terrain, over oceans, through mountains. You'll be fighting again wild animals, ten times the levels of the Pokemon you have with you. But at the end, is a pretty nice reward. Money, a bunch of it, as well as a claim to fame that will never die. Champion of Kanto. If you're ready for that, then come forward and grab your Pokedexes. If not, you may want to follow that little girl out the door right now."</s>
<|message|>Charles "Charlie" Delacroix
Charlie had a proud, defiant grin stretch across his face. "I'm down." He stated simply, stepping forward to retrieve one of the many devices laid out before him. He examined the pokedex as he picked it up. "Ohhh, these're those new new ones, from Kalos! I didn't even know they were out yet." The bushy haired trainer spouted, looking for anything resembling a on switch. The design of the new dex was very minimal, to say the least. A new piece of technology Charlie would have to get used to. With a smirk, he gave Gary a short glance. "I rode in all the way from Johto to take on this challenge. You won't see me turn it down just cuz we'll be pushed to our limits." He placed the pokedex in his pocket as he fell back in line with his fellow trainers. "...It wouldn't really be called a challenge if it weren't challenging...would it?" he added.</s>
<|message|>Aeris Jessica Mason
Aeris only half listened to what Gary was saying, but she pretty much got the gist of it. Travel with Pokémon, fight Pokémon, catch Pokémon, evolve Pokémon (the last thing being something she herself added in her mind). When he was done talking, she grabbed herself a Pokédex and examined it. It was really fancy and she tried all the buttons. It seemed to be idiot proof, as she had not made it fry itself from all the incessant button pressing and quickly going from one thing to another. Lastly, she scanned Lisa to see what info it would show about her.
#595: Joltik ♀
Attaching Pokémon
Height: 0'04" / 0.1 m
Weight: 1.3 lbs / 0.6 kg
Ability: Compoundeyes. Increases the accuracy of the user's moves.
Moves: Charge Beam. Leech Life. Spider Web. Thunder Wave.
Level 5
They attach themselves to large-bodied Pokémon and absorbs static electricity, which they store in an electric pouch.
"Oh wow, this is amazing!" Aeris said, rather loudly, and began scanning every other Pokémon she could see in the room, including Fary's Emily and Charlie's Quinn.</s>
| <|message|>Adrian Kaz Manuka
"Oh, I'm definitely ready for this." The claim came from Adrian as he collected a Pokédex of his own. Confident and collected. The wildlands of Kanto didn't inspire much, if any, fear in him, as he'd seen what some of the earlier routes had to offer. Zubat in Mt. Moon? Psh. They weren't scary. You just had to tune out the incessant flapping when you found a cluster of them gathered together. Maybe Gary had had a traumatic encounter with a flock of Spearow early in his journey? Or was that someone else? Jokes aside, Adrian began to examine the sleek-looking, semi-transparent-in-places device he now owned, holding it up to take a snapshot of Magnus for the record.
"Check it out, it's you," he told Magnus as he showed the screen to his Pokémon. Magnus gave a beep! in surprise and spun its magnets, hovering a little higher before flipping over in midair and settling back in place upside-down. His part in the formalities done, Adrian chuckled at the antics of his Magnemite and resumed his spot in the small group.</s> |
<|description|>Adrian Kaz Manuka
Age: 20
Gender: Male
Hometown: Celadon City, Kanto
Appearance: Standing at roughly 5'9" tall, Adrian has pale skin, light brown hair, and green eyes. Physically, he's reasonably fit, having maintained a decent exercise schedule over the past year or so. He tends to dress in white or silver shirts, plain black pants, shoes suitable for travelling, and a simple white and blue jacket. The majority of Adrian's attire, while he downplays it as best he can, is rather well-tailored when properly examined.
Adrian has a plain blue traveller's backpack, in which he keeps the majority of his possessions, and wears a secondary satchel to hold more commonly used items, such as Potions or spare Poké Balls. The satchel's strap has six catches fitted to it, designed to hold Poké Balls. Only one of these catches, the topmost one, is currently in use. He wears a blue Pokégear on his left wrist.
Personality: Adrian is a calm and collected person in situations with which he's familiar: battling and socialising in particular are his preferred fields. When out of his comfort zone, however, he tends to turn quiet, and do a lot more thinking before he decides to act. He holds great respect for fellow Trainers and their Pokémon, but will almost always look down on those who mistreat their companions, be they human or Pokémon.
When battling, Adrian tends to lose track of everything that isn't part of the battle itself. Instead, he tries to immerse himself in the match, taking in all the details in the interest of finding the right path to victory.
Adrian isn't the biggest fan of the idea of taking on the Kanto League: ideally, he would have booked passage on a ship to another region to begin his journeys proper. But he was required to complete the Kanto League before travelling outside of the region, so he may as well start somewhere.
Profession: Adrian has just become a beginner Trainer.
Talents: Adrian knows his way around most of Kanto's cities, having travelled throughout most of the region with his brother. Other than that, he has a solid education on the subjects most students take up during their studies, ranging from basic and advanced Pokémon care to mathematics and several others besides.
Inventory:
Adrian carries the following items in his pack:
- 14 Poké Balls
- 1 Premier Ball
- 1 Ultra Ball
- 15 Potions
- 5 Antidotes
- 5 Paralyse Heals
- Two cases of standard-fare Pokémon food
- A journal and stationery
- A pack of labels for Poké Balls
- Debit card linked to a personal account containing $1500
- A week's worth of clothing and other personal items
- A white and silver mp3 player with matching headphones
Starter Pokémon: Magnus, a young Magnemite. Its moves are Tackle and Supersonic, and its ability is Sturdy.
Biography:
Born into the rather wealthy Manuka family in Celadon City, Adrian was raised in a comfortable lifestyle. From an early age the youngest of three was schooled by some of the finest teachers that Kanto has to offer. It wasn't the most pampered childhood, but it was one that was better off than many. The Manuka family runs a highly profitable clothing business - 'Manuka Attire' - with connections to stores in several regions, including Sinnoh's Veilstone Department Store, Unova's Shopping Mall Nine, and the Snowbelle City Boutique in Kalos.
Adrian and his older brother, Luke, tended to shun the family business, while their sister Irina - the eldest of the three by several years - practically threw herself into design and development of new pieces as soon as she was deemed ready by their parents. When Luke completed his education, a year ahead of Adrian achieving the same goal, he had a penchant for mechanics and engineering, and so immediately applied for work at Kanto's Power Plant. Whether he got his job there on his own talents, or whether his father had a hand in the proceedings - as he often did - Luke landed a position there.
Before Luke started work at the Power Plant, however, he wished to take a tour of Kanto to see the sights before he moved into an apartment in Cerulean to live closer to his new job. Adrian jumped at the chance to get out of Celadon for a few weeks, and the brothers travelled Kanto's routes together. Luke showed off his battling skills, training up a Spearow and a Rhyhorn he'd caught along the way. When they reached Cerulean City, Luke sent Adrian home, their journey completed, with the promise that he'd write to the family, check in on everyone.
So the youngest of the three returned to the Manuka residence in Celadon, rather uncertain of what he wanted to do with himself now that he had travelled a good portion of the region and seen what there was to offer. And while he threw himself into the last six months of his studies, he was discontent. Kanto was packed with Trainers and Pokémon alike, and the other regions that he'd studied in class were probably the same. He wanted to join them, not be stuck in boardrooms and offices all day like his parents and Irina.
The day after he graduated from high school, Adrian posed the idea of becoming a Trainer and taking on a Pokémon League Challenge to his parents. He suggested that he could travel overseas, perhaps to Hoenn or Kalos, where he could explore an unfamiliar land and meet new people and Pokémon. It was clear by now that he had little interest in taking part in the Manuka family business, and for that reason, his parents agreed to his request. On the condition that he complete Kanto's Pokémon League before travelling outside of the region.
Whether the requirement was a test to see if Adrian could handle himself independently, or a way to ensure that his parents knew where he was, Adrian didn't care. He was thrilled by this development. But a flaw remained in the plan. To be a Pokémon Trainer, you had to have a Pokémon with which to start, and Adrian didn't want to rely on a handout from his family. He began taking trips to visit the Day Care outside Cerulean City every few weeks to see if anyone had left an Egg behind, free to a good home. The folks in charge didn't have anything for him for several months, until one visit when they had a young Magnemite floating around after a client's breeding project, and set the Magnet Pokémon aside in hope that Adrian would ask about it.
Adrian caught the Magnemite after a discussion with the Day Care staff, and named it Magnus. With his new companion in tow, he packed up his things soon afterwards and took the long walk past Cerulean City, Mt. Moon, Pewter and Veridian to reach Pallet Town, the starting point of every beginner Trainer in Kanto.</s>
<|message|>Adrian Kaz Manuka
"Oh, I'm definitely ready for this." The claim came from Adrian as he collected a Pokédex of his own. Confident and collected. The wildlands of Kanto didn't inspire much, if any, fear in him, as he'd seen what some of the earlier routes had to offer. Zubat in Mt. Moon? Psh. They weren't scary. You just had to tune out the incessant flapping when you found a cluster of them gathered together. Maybe Gary had had a traumatic encounter with a flock of Spearow early in his journey? Or was that someone else? Jokes aside, Adrian began to examine the sleek-looking, semi-transparent-in-places device he now owned, holding it up to take a snapshot of Magnus for the record.
"Check it out, it's you," he told Magnus as he showed the screen to his Pokémon. Magnus gave a beep! in surprise and spun its magnets, hovering a little higher before flipping over in midair and settling back in place upside-down. His part in the formalities done, Adrian chuckled at the antics of his Magnemite and resumed his spot in the small group.</s>
<|message|>Daniel "Danny" Harrison
Danny just rubbed his head and shuffled quietly. He knew the Viridian Gym Leader was a big deal and all, but he was pretty much just stating the obvious. He, and probably everyone else in the room, never assumed it would be a walk in a park, and would have expected many challenges to come in Kanto, otherwise they wouldn't have come here. But he was still a rookie, so it was best he didn't talk back. Lots of words would be saved when he was strong enough to challenge Gary, so as of now, he just accepted the Pokedex and went on to examine its functions.
As Charlie had mentioned, these were the new Pokedexes from Kalos, holographic screens and all, and seeing Aeris scanning her own Pokemon and then the rest of them in the room, Danny decided to do it as well and scanned his Ini with the Pokedex, which immediately came to life once pointed in front of the curious candle. "Litwick, the Candle Pokemon," the machine spoke. "Litwick pretends to guide people with its illuminating flames, but actually absorbs the life energy of other Pokemon and people to fuel itself."
Suddenly Danny turned back to Inizio and frowned while the candlestick looked back with a confused look. "Lit-Li..." Ini muttered before Danny used the Pokedex to scan Aeris' Lisa and Fary's Emily, and later the other Pokemon in the room. "Yeah, technology is pretty amazing," he responded to Charlie after putting away his newly possessed Pokedex.</s>
<|message|>Charles "Charlie" Delacroix
As Charlie overheard Danny's pokédex describing the young trainer's Litwick, he couldn't help but perk up at the excitement of the technology. "Whoa, they talk to us too?!" He pulled his own dex back out to confirm the feature. As it took a brief scan of Quinn, the screen came alive with light and sound and pictures. "Cyndaquil, the Fire Mouse Pokémon." The pokédex spoke in a metallic, yet feminine voice. "Cyndaquil has a timid nature. If it is startled, the flames on its back burn more vigorously."
#155: Cyndaquil ♀
Fire Mouse Pokémon
Height: 1'08"
Weight: 17.4 lbs.
Ability: Blaze (Powers up Fire-type moves when the Pokémon is in trouble.)
Moves: Tackle, Leer
Level 5
Cyndaquil has a timid nature. If it is startled, the flames on its back burn more vigorously.
The bushy haired trainer chuckled goofily at the real time developments the pokedex presented to him. "Whaaaaaat? That is awesome!" He replied, easily impressed by the cutting edge electronics.</s>
<|message|>Erik MacKinnon
"All right is that everyone?" Gary looked over the crowd of trainers and spotted the taller bloke in the back with the Roselia on his shoulder. "Get up here man, I don't have all day."
Erik sheepishly stepped forward through the group. "Right, sorry." He slowly made his way up to the Viridian Gym Leader, who was impatiently holding onto the last Pokedex. However, as Erik went to grab to Pokedex, the Pidgeys started flying off as a commotion was coming from behind the group.
"Trainers, there you are! I have your Pokedexes right here!" Professor Oak came charging up from entryway, carrying around a sizable box in his arms. "Come get them while they're still good and blank!"
"Grandpa what the hell! They aren't..." Gary's face went almost blank as he saw what the Professor's box actually contained. "Are those just broken iPods smeared with ketchup?!? What are you even doing with that many iPods??"
"I find them on my walks! Careless trainers chuck them out, so I fix them up, wipe them clean and put a fresh coat of paint on them! They're good as new! You should know that by now, Grandson...eh, Grandson...what was his name again?"
Meanwhile, distracted by the sight of the old man trying to pass off his condiment-infused creations as Pokedexes, Erik wasn't paying attention to his own actual device and dropped the slim Pokedex onto the cold parque floor. Shocked and fearing the worst for the slim looking electronic device, Erik shouted, "Oh shit!"
A moment of clarity struck the Professor. "That's right! I remember now! His name is Oh Shit!"
Gary's face was glowing rage at the realization of what had just happened...again... "What! You better be fucking kidding me, old man! You better be FUCKING JOKING!"
"Calm down, oh shit! Calm down. I can hear you fine. Just make sure the trainers take their Pokedexes! I'm going to go feed the Magikarp! Oh shit, lock the door when you're done."
It looked like Gary was ready to stuff live Voltorbs in the Professor's pants but instead he turned his rage on the trainer who had the unfortunate timing and foul mouth. "You son of a bitch. It took me FIVE YEARS! FIVE! To finally convince him my name wasn't ASSHAT!" He stuck a finger in Erik's face. "You have about two minutes to get the fuck out of my sight, or so help me Arceus, I will ram a Tauros head so far up your ass, you'll be coughing out Horn Attacks!" Erik's tough and distant facade was melted away into brick-dropping fear at the violent anger the Viridian Gym Leader was showing. "Now anyone else have any fucking questions before you all get the same farewell speech?!?"</s>
| <|message|>Adrian Kaz Manuka
Adrian just sighed. This just had to happen, didn't it? Add to the list of reasons...
"No, I'm good, I know how it all goes." He turned to the taller one, the guy who'd caused the... well, simply put, the trainwreck. "You should probably get out of here before something worse happens. Come on." With that, he grabbed the other Trainer by the arm and forcibly marched him out of the building, Magnus in tow. Once they'd left through the open front doors, he let go.
"Sorry about that, but it was better that you got out of the Lab sooner rather than later. There have been several incidents, all of them during League registrations, when the old Prof misinterpreted Gary's name," Adrian explained. "Each one usually coincides with a sharp increase in the difficulty of the Viridian Gym's challenge... he's not gonna be happy if he remembers you when we take on the last of the Gyms." He gave a brief grimace. "Honestly, I figure Oak should've been retired years ago. By force if need be. The Lab and the League would both benefit from a replacement."
It then occurred to him that the other guy probably didn't even know who he was. "Um, sorry, I should introduce myself. Adrian Manuka, of Celadon. The little guy is Magnus."
Beep.</s> |
<|description|>Daniel "Danny" Harrison
Age: 14
Gender: Male
Hometown: Slateport City, Hoenn
Appearance: About 167 cm tall and relatively light skinned, Daniel is a young teenager who is always seen with a short-sleeved gray hoodie (though he hardly, if ever, keeps his hood up) and leg-loose khaki pants. He has a black armband with the Pokeball insignia on it. His appearance is rather plain; he combs his brown hair up and has black eyes.
He also has a moderately sized satchel; his Pokeballs are stored on the sides of the pack. A PokeNav is strapped on his belt.
Personality: A young teenager who prefers to remain active, Daniel never likes to stay in the background and always likes to get involved in everything...which is sometimes his flaw, since his curiosity and need to get into someone else's business can be annoying; conversely, he is rather stubborn and refuses to take help from anyone to "build his image". When not bothered, he makes noises or talks to himself– though this is just one of his few quirks that never actually bothers anyone. He sometimes appears out of nowhere with quiet steps, which can scare others.
In fact, when things are less serious, Daniel likes to have a bit of light fun by pranking others and scaring them. Not surprisingly, his Litwick shares this same trait. He is aware when he's crossing the line, however, and puts safety above his own amusement.
Daniel has a collection of pre-war bits which he brings along with him, preserved in a wooden box. In his past-time, he plays with his yo-yo or cards, and likes eating snack cakes. He is also interested in the supernatural and strange occurring of the world. He also loves exploring new places; in fact, that is what got him to the Johto-Kanto region. He intends to explore all the regions and see every town, city, and landmark.
Profession: Pokemon Trainer.
Talents: Daniel is an experienced card player and cartographer, and can do some magic tricks.
Inventory:
— $800
— 5 Pokeballs
— 3 Potions
— Journal
— Sleeping Bag
— Water Bottle
— Pocket knife
Starter Pokemon:
— Litwick (Ghost/Fire), known as Inizio.
Ability: Flash Fire
Starting Moves: Ember [Fire/Special], Minimize [Normal/Status], Astonish [Ghost/Physical], Smog [Poison/Special]
Biography:
While Daniel was born in the bustling Hoenn city of Slateport, he had always been on the move due to his parents, who were Pokemon researchers and explorers themselves. After a few years of staying in the region, they were off to another one, and as a result, Daniel had just been interested in Pokemon as his parents was. Most people thought that with his dad's similar appearances and personality, he would have liked to use the same Electric-type Pokemon as he did.
Though surprisingly, Daniel never liked his parents' scientific research, and liked the supernatural and strange, much to his father's disappointment, but he allowed Daniel to follow whatever interest he wanted, as long as he wasn't involved in it himself. Despite this, he had never really caught a Pokemon himself.
Until his family took a trip to Undella Town. It was there that he had caught his first Pokemon, and there he would decide to become a Pokemon trainer. While traversing down the roads of Reversal Mountain by himself for some exploration, he had found a lost Litwick that seemed to be away from his original homeplace. Having little choice, he brought it back to the Poke-Center to heal, and attempted to take care of it himself. He had built a relationship with the rather playful thing and eventually had it stored in a Pokeball, though like most Trainers who had developed similar relationships, he hardly keeps his Litwick in it. He named it "Inizio", which meant "start" in a different language, to mark it as his first "caught" Pokemon.
Later on they returned to Hoenn when he was 14 to settle down for a moment after their tiresome journeys, but Daniel now had a change of heart. Seeing many other Trainers around him, he decided to become a Pokemon Trainer as well. Although he lost frequently at first with his first few months, he loved the exciting battles and suspense along with it. On his 15th birthday, his parents finally decided that he could leave by his own, and gave him a ship ticket to Pallet Town, where he could officially start his own journey.
Notes/Other:
– Daniel usually writes letters to his parents every week.</s>
<|message|>Sybil Goldon
Around the two, people spoke and laughed and creatures rose from the water. Nothing really different from cities in Hoenn, thank God the annoyances of towns and cities were similar, it would make avoiding them easier in the end. Sybil stared at the ground intensely, blocking out any toxic emotions that dared to claim her brain while Lapis trotted quickly beside her, a look of pure joy on his face. He was obviously enjoying the sun and breeze of Pallet Town, and from his wandering eyes Sybil could tell he was rather curious of the others surrounding them. She clicked her tongue to get his attention, and with playful eyes she seemed to say,
I'm sure you'll make many friends later on
And that simple look was enough to give the Aron an extra hop in his already small step. Sybil turned her eyes to the sea, catching only a glimpse at the blue-scaled body of a Gyarados by the dock she had just escaped from. A magnificent Pokemon, both strong and beautiful, and though Sybil was rather unfamiliar with the species she couldn't help but let her curiosity grow from just a simple look. Glancing even further, she saw many unknown Pokemon with their trainers, most as young-looking as Lapis, and with her growing wondering thoughts she seemed to fail to notice the sudden presence behind her. Until it, well, threw her to the earth, that is.
Sybil collapsed as the sudden force drove her downwards, dust spilling into her mouth and coating her front. Lapis cried out with surprise at her sudden fall, though he didn't attempt to help her up, seeing as he was rather small still. Someone landed behind them after the initial fall, cursing out in what Sybil could assume to be pain or annoyance. She rose after a moment of silent and unhelpful composure, and as soon as she glanced upon the slightly taller girl behind her a feeling of rage seized her brain, causing her cold-like expression to crack with unforeseeable anger. She attempted to control her tongue and her reaching empathy, but this doll-faced girl before her just seemed to emit an unnatural amount of rage. Sybil felt her mouth twitch, eyebrows furrowing as she turned around quickly and jabbed a finger at the girl's chest, her head coking to the side as she hissed out an angry,
"Where the hell were you looking?" She took a second to stand and make a show of brushing herself off before glowering down at the white-haired stranger with growing annoyance, "who do you think you are?" Sybil felt a sneer paint her face at the girl's harsh glare, and she took no time to narrow her eyes as well, feeling tension grow within her like untamed ivy.
This is what they call 'picking a fight', huh?</s>
<|message|>Erik MacKinnon
Pallet Town was supposed to be a sleepy town. Despite it's reputation as the starting point for Kanto league challenges, it was still very small. The Oak Laboratory dominated over the landscape from a hill, it was clear to see from the entrance from Viridian City. The windmill at the top of the observation room stood out, it's red blades spinning against the lazy blue sky. It was a picture of serenity. So how in the heck was it offset by the collision of limbs and backpacks that Erik witnessed occurring in front of him?
The Sinnoh native dashed ahead as Katya held on, looking to see if things were all right, but by the time he caught up, it appeared everyone had recovered sufficiently from the mash-up. At least until the two girls in front of him looked to be at each other's throats. One was clearly dustier than the other one but both were peacocking something fierce. Now, Erik didn't have enough experience when it came to watching girls fighting, because most veterans of the bar scene would let the two go at it and watch the fur fly. Erik however had been raised better than that, by someone who had seen his share of casino fights. Plus, he didn't need to have to worry about ambulances coming around to deal with the aftermath. So instead, he stepped ahead, intent on trying to quell the scuffle.
"Hey, hey...calm down..." he offered as he tried to step in between the two ladies. "There's, uh, there's no need to fight unless it's...you know...Pokemon I guess." Katya watched from Erik's shoulder, not sure what to do in this situation either. A shame she didn't know Sweet Scent or Aromatherapy.
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As Adrian and Claire entered the laboratory, it looked a little...dishelveled. There were piles of books all over the place and a couple of Nidoran ran through the hallway in front of the two aspiring trainers. There was a bit of a smell wafting through the air, of sawdust and ...old milk? It was tough to place but it smelled off.
A voice called out from the back of the hall. "Hey! Is someone there! Give me a second I'll be up front in a sec. Just feeding some of the Pokemon. Just head to the foyer to the left. Watch out for the Pidgeys perching above the doorway!"</s>
<|message|>Fary Nitashi
Fary made her way to Aeris taking her time. She didn't like rushing around all the time; to her it was using up too much energy to make it worth the effort. Besides, she'd much rather enjoy everything around her. After all, that very moment wasn't ever going to happen again so she might as well savor it. Emily looked up at her as she walked.
Emily was just like her trainer, she liked to take her time getting from place to place, but she found Aeris to be a bit annoying. She didn't dislike the girl. She just hated that Aeris had a habit of waking her up from a nap with her fast pasted yammering.
"Zorua zor zor rua Zorrrr Zor?" Can't that girl take a breath?
Fary laughed some petting Emily.
"No no she can't Emily. She may be a ball of energy but she means well and you know that." Fary petted her faithful Pokemon as she approached Aeris and her new annoyed friend.
"I'm sorry about Aeris. She... well, has too much energy for her own good. Anyway, I'm Fary Nitashi. I'm from Nimbasa City Unova. It's nice to meet you. My, what a beautiful Cyndaquil you have there." Fary smiled some trying to be polite to the unknown trainer.</s>
<|message|>Charles "Charlie" Delacroix
"Aeris, huh?" Charlie silently regarded the redhead's name as she was introduced a second time. Considering Fary's calm, casual demeanor, Charlie could already envision the dynamic shared between the two girls. One playing straight man to the other's crazy antics. He was hip to the idea. "Oh, i'm Charlie, by the way." He realized he had went this long with introducing himself. "Charlie Delacroix." Quinn fidgeted a bit as she was mentioned, but not much else. "Wait, really? You're from Unova?" That was a interesting tidbit of info, he thought. "I'm from Johto myself."
He began towards the lab (Or, what he assumed to be the lab, the big ol' building Daniel pointed towards), and motioned for the others to follow. "So, how is it in Unova? I thought Goldenrod was a big city, but when you see something like Castelia on TV...whoo! It just doesn't compare! I mean, all those big buildings...and the lights...ohh, it must be beautiful at night." He thought of the region in a dreamy tone.</s>
| <|message|>Daniel "Danny" Harrison
Danny glanced at the arriving 'Fary'. Yup, it was the two girls from before...and judging by what she directed her words too, he was being ignored. Nonetheless, he tried to keep his smile, and continued with a reply. "It's alright. There was no harm done," he answered – his cross Ini proved otherwise. "It's nice to meet you, Fary. My name is Daniel, or Danny for short. I'm from Slateport City in Hoenn myself, though I've been moving around frequently in my life. I've been to Nimbasa, in fact."
Now aware of the fact that the two girls, Fary and Aeris, were friends, he bit his lip and muttered to himself, realizing one problem: Danny had no friends here, and he was going to be alone in this if he didn't at least have a human companion along with him. Thankfully they were all going to walk down the same road up to Cerulean, but what were the chances he would get to befriend anyone later in his journey? Maybe going lone-wolf isn't all that bad, he reassured himself while following the crowd toward what seemed to be Professor Oak's lab. But...these Trainers are adults, and I'm a kid. Already he felt intimidated.</s> |
<|description|>Claire Hawk
Age: 11
Gender: Female
Hometown: Cinnabar Island
Appearance: Claire stands four-foot-and-eight inches (142cm) tall. She has a thin child-like physique and bobbed platinum blonde hair that stands out against her medium dark brown skin. While traveling, Claire wears a simple, loose-fitting electric-yellow shirt; a pair of off-white shorts that fit tightly just above her knees; and a pair of yellow-and-white sneakers. She packs a swimsuit: a blue one-piece suit with a ruffled skirt that stops at the mid-thigh, both of which are bordered with white. On her wrist is a pink-bordered Xtransceiver
Claire opts for a white trainer's backpack with light blue trim. Here she stows her poke balls, medicines, and all the other essentials of a pokemon trainer - this pack is particularly light and is often carried in-hand by the strap on the top of the bag - as well as being the bag that she carries into battles. While traveling, however, she also carries a black duffle bag where she hides her personal effects.
Personality: Claire has the spirit of adventure and doesn't think twice before jumping at the opportunity to explore caves, fly to the top of the mountains or ride across seas. This is the primary driving force between joining this group of young trainers - to explore the Pokemon world. She's eager and ready to see new sights and meet new people and new pokemon. Claire wants to do any - and every - thing there is to do. From taking on the Indigo League, to competing in Pokemon Contests, she has no specific ambitions, just the drive to do it all - often times throwing herself head-first into harm's way.
Claire loves meeting new people and is an extremely outgoing youth. Though some would simply call it naive, Claire tries to find the good in everybody and holds very few grudges towards anyone. Change comes naturally to her, in part to her moving back and forth between Pallet Town and Cinnabar Town and her upbringing on the ever-moving surface of the ocean. This fluidity gives her the insight to adapt to the forever-changing face of battle, she prefers to improvise rather than practice outside of battle, preferring to fill her free time with activities like swimming or tree-climbing.
Profession: Trainer
Talents: Fishing and swimming.
Inventory
* $15
* 5x Pokeball
* 5x Potion
* 1x Xtransceiver
* 1x Good Rod
* 1x Trainer Backpack
* 1x Thin Sleeping Bag
* 3x Spare Set of Clothes
* 1x Swimsuit
* 1x Assorted Toiletries
Starter Pokemon: Chichi (Lv 5 Chinchou) Water/Electric
Biography: Claire was born on the legendary Cinnabar Island; once the home of the Cinnabar Gym and the Volcano Badge, Cinnabar was a common stop for many trainers in Kanto. However, a few years after her birth the entirety of Cinnabar Town lay submerged in lava as the town's trademark volcano sprung to life. Luckily, the Hawks managed to escape the lava flow on the back of Claire's father's Gyarados by way of Route 21, which ends in Pallet Town to the north. There, in Pallet Town, the family settled in with relatives and made an honest living fishing for Kingler in the 21.
Three years after the destruction of Cinnabar Town, part of the volcano gave way and the ocean swept in to silence the volcano forever. Former residents were eager to repopulate the island, including the Hawk family. Still keeping with the fishing trade, Mr. Hawk taught his daughter everything he knew about fishing and the two fished side-by-side for hours on end. As if by fate, fishing would become Claire's gateway to pokemon training.
One evening, on a small fishing boat off the coast of Cinnabar, Claire and her father had cast their lines and waiting anxiously for the Kingler to take a bite. Mr Hawk's line tensed and was pulled quickly down to the ocean's floor. However, this was no Kingler. Mr Hawk pulled back on the line and reeled in, the pokemon grew closer and closer to the surface,
"Claire, grab Gyarados from my bag."
Claire nodded and fumbled around her father's bag for the small poke ball that he kept around, she pulled it out and handed it out to her father. Mr Hawk took the ball and it expanded in his hand and with a grunt, he tossed the ball high into the air and in a burst of red lightning, a mighty Gyarados materialized above the dinghy.
"Gyarados, bite it!"
Gyarados roared and plunged down into the water, snaking down outside of view. The waters grew increasingly unsteady until finally the line loosened. The atrocious pokemon again broke the surface of the water and snaked its way around in the air above the boat.
"Thanks, Gyarados," Mr Hawk said with a grin, tossing a poke ball back into the air, it collided with Gyarados and in a flash of red lightning he was gone as soon as he came. The ball fell into the bottom of the boat and Mr Hawk reeled in the catch - a chinchou. He pulled the weakened pokemon up onto the boat and looked it over. The chinchou wormed around in the bottom of the boat in a vain attempt to return to the depths of the ocean.
"What will we do with it?" Claire asked as she looked down at the creature. Mr Hawk dug around his bag and pulled out a blue-and-white net ball, he held it out to Claire.
"Here," he said, "Capture her."
Claire took the poke ball and it expanded in her hand. She gasped and dropped the ball onto the chinchou, the ball opened and its iconic red lightning engulfed the angler pokemon. The ball stood still for a brief moment and shook once, the button on the front glowed a bright red color and it made a drawn-out beep. It did it again. And again. Then it stopped. Claire stared at it and up to her father. He nodded, "Go on, take it."
Claire reached out and picked up the poke ball and held it in her hands.
"What're you going to name her?"
Claire looked at the poke ball and back up to her father, "How about Chichi?"
Mr Hawke chuckled, "A great name. Alright then, let's get Chichi back to the pokemon center, she deserves a rest." He took hold of the oars on the row boat and captained the boat back to the shore.
Since that day, Claire and Chichi have been nearly inseparable - from the moment that Claire came back to pick her up from the pokemon center, the two would almost always be seen with each other. Now that Claire's become eleven, she's finally prepared to begin her first Pokemon adventure - tackling the eight gym leaders of Kanto - with Chichi at her side, she made her way to Pallet Town to meet up with fellow trainers, to become the very best.
Notes/Other: Claire has a natural affinity for water-type pokemon and will spring at the chance to get more.</s>
<|message|>Claire Hawk
"Wingull! Wing! Wing! Wingull!"
A flock of wingull soared over the peaceful shores of Pallet Town. Waves rolled in from the Twenty-One in the south and crashed against its soft white beach. Children ran across the sand and splashed through the water; their parents keeping a careful eye on both their kids and their tans. And in spite of the commotion of registration day, Pallet Town truly lived up to its quaint, peaceful reputation.
However, an idyllic evening at the beach fell victim to strange circumstances. The waves began to sweep in from the south with more and more force. Distressed Magikarp splashed up out of the surf near the shore and before long, a single large fan-like fin was sighted off the coast. It sped through the waters leaving literal wakes in its way as it made a beeline for the quiet seashore of Pallet Town.
A mighty pokemon reared its draconian head; "GYARADOS!" it roared. The Gyarados shot its head up high above the surf and glided into the shoreline before lowering its head onto the beach.
Claire Hawk slid down the side of the Gyarados; her hair and bathing suit still soaking wet. She lands on the ground with a soft crunch and bounces up and away from the Gyarados. An older man, her father, stands up on the back of the Gyarados. He holds onto Gyarados' tall dorsal fins.
"You got everything?" he yelled down at her.
She held up a small pokeball in her hand and it expanded to full size. She yelled back, "Yeah, pops!"
"Alright! Call whenever you can! We'll see you when you come back around to Cinnabar!"
"Mhm! Bye pops!" she smiled up at him and he popped a faux-salute before patting his Gyarados' fin and flying back off towards the Twenty-One. Claire waved after him as he surfed off towards Cinnabar Island on the back of his Gyarados. When he was out of eyeshot she turned around and walked off and slid her way into a changing booth on the beach.
Inside the booth, Claire pressed the button on her pokeball; the ball flew open and red lightning lit up the changing booth. Claire closed her eyes for a brief moment and when she had opened them again there on the floor of the booth stood was a Chinchou with a trainer's satchel tightened over its shoulder. "Chin, chin, chin!"
Claire smiled and rubbed Chinchin's head; he smiled and flapped his fins happily. He nuzzled off the shoulder bag and Claire snatched it up off the ground, "Thank~you." Within minutes she had changed into dry clothes and was on her way to Professor Oak's laboratory to get her journey underway.</s>
<|message|>Adrian Kaz Manuka
A rather loud roar reached Adrian's ears, and he paused to investigate where it had come from. Sure enough, a large Gyarados let a young passenger jump down from its back, before an older man - presumably the owner of the Water-type - turned his mount and sped away. "That Gyarados must be pretty well-trained," Adrian mused, "to have carried passengers even a short distance. I wonder where they came from. Although it's not the most refined of Water-type transports... a shame you don't see Lapras much any more."
Magnus had no comment, instead lifting off of its Trainer's shoulder to hover a few feet above him, magnets spinning.
"Hmm... y'know, Kingdra comes a close second to Lapras in terms of elegance in Water-types... maybe we'll find a Horsea somewhere along the coast to train up." That comment got a Beep out of the floating Magnemite. "What? You can't expect me to run through the entire League with just you, Magnus. Gotta build up a strong team. C'mon, time's a-wasting." Adrian stuck his tongue out at his Pokémon, who spun in midair in response and followed the Trainer as he resumed walking.
The girl who had gotten off of her Gyarados transport was a short distance away; Adrian gave her a short wave as their paths began to cross. Maybe she was here for a visit to the Lab as well.</s>
| <|message|>Claire Hawk
Collab of Hella and Raven
Claire craddled Chichi in her arms as she walked up the beach towards the center of Pallet Town. She walked slowly, kicking up the white sands of the beach with her bare feet as she went along. She moved her head back and forth, staying as alert as possible when Adrian caught her eye. He waved at her and his Magnemite flew around his head.
"Must be another trainer," she said lowly to Chichi.
"Chin, chinchou..."
Claire smiled and looked back up at Adrian, "Wanna go say hi?"
"Chinchou, chin!"
"Alright then!"
Claire smiled and waved in unison with Chichi back at Adrian before walking across the beach to his side. Claire looked up at him.
"Hi! Are you here for the registration too?"
"Yup, Magnus and I took the long walk from Celadon City." At the mention of its name, Magnus gave a beep and waggled one of its magnets in a copy of the wave Adrian had given earlier. It dropped down to the girl's height, taking an interest in the Chinchou in her arms.
Chichi's antennas moved, touched together and lit up when Magnus came down to meet him. He pulled his antennas apart slowly, electricity flowed through the air between the nodes on the ends of his antennas shortly before they returned to their normal state.
"I was hoping I wasn't the only one to show up on the last day of registrations... maybe we'll get lucky and more people will show up. I'm Adrian, by the way. What's your name, kiddo?"
"Claire."
"Chinchou!"
Claire giggled and rubbed Chichi's head, "And this is Chichi."
"We're from Cinnabar Town."
"Ah, that's why you needed the Gyarados transport... was that your father dropping you off?"
Claire nodded, "Mhm, that was him."
At the sight of Chichi's electricity display, Magnus gave a series of excited tones and tried spinning his pair of magnets to replicate the trick. The older of the two Trainers just chuckled. "Aw, he likes you. But he's still a little young to be producing electrical charge of his own. Maybe once he gets a bit stronger."
"Yeah." Claire walked alongside Adrian in brief silence, "Do you think there'll be any more trainers there?"
"I hope so... there were a fair few people getting off the ships docked back that way." Adrian pointed over his shoulder as he spoke. "A few of them looked like the Trainer type, though I didn't stick around to check. Plan A is to get into the Labs before they close registrations. Speaking of which..." They turned a corner to find the Oak Research Lab waiting for them at the top of a hill. It was surprisingly well-cared for at first glance, despite the slightly weathered look that many of the older buildings in Pallet Town had.
"Brilliant, the Lab's still open. Do you think we should head inside, or wait for others to show up?"
"Uhm... let's go ahead and go inside. That way if people don't show up we still get registered and everything."</s> |
<|description|>Mi Kiyoshi
Age: 16
Gender: Female
Class: 1-A
Personality: Mi is shy, to say the very least. She doesn't quite know how to start a conversation, and if she managed to get into a conversation she didn't quite know how to keep the conservation up. In conversations she would look to the sides, avoiding eye contact. However Mi does have a large amount of patience, so she can tolerate most people being rude.
Mi also loves to help people. She will help someone if they are hurt if she can. She cares more about other people than about herself. She admires strong people, though she doesn't really show it. She tends to stray away from human interactions.
Background: Mi grew up an only child with a single parent. Her father had died while Mi was young and so Mii's mother raised her alone. Mi's mother was a doctor, and so she was gone most of the time and when she was, she would be studying medical procedures and so Mi was taught quite a few medical skills by her mom. Mi enjoyed learning about medicine. She would ask her mom to teach her more and more in exchange for Mi doing the housework.
As Mi got older, school became sort of awkward for her. She was small for her age and so most of the girls in her class treated her like a little doll. They would mess with her hair. Mi's shy demeanor didn't really help stop the treatment from the other girl's though she didn't really mind it
Skills: Mii is skilled with medicine and has a large amount of medical knowledge. She's pretty good at at cooking and cleaning and is quite a fast runner, though she sucks at fighting
Weapons: N/A
Relationships/Friendships: N/A
Other: "They Ate Shoske"</s>
<|message|>Kurisa Shuiji
The RP has finally started! Woop! Post away x3
Template
(Include at the end of each post)
Weapon: ???
Hits used: ___
Hits left: ___
Throwable: ??? (they only last 1 post anyway)
Groups
Group 1: Kurisa, Utaho, Shoske, Akane, Yukito
Group 2: Aki, Megumi
Group 3: Zev, Mi
Lone: Kenny
Deaths
Reiko Kanzaki - Died on the school Roof
Paneru Yagyū - Died on the School Roof
Kurogane Hazekage - Died on the School Roof
Kibaya Musato - Dead from the get go</s>
<|message|>Kurisa Shuiji
Location: Japan, Tokonosu City
Time: 11:37 A.M
Date: March 7th, 2015
Out on the Horizon was a city filled with smoke, filling the skies above as fires burned out of control, it looked like something straight out of a Movie...this place looked like hell! And it may as well have been...Monsters in the form of humans roamed the streets, consuming human begins and turning them into one of them. It was like a nightmare...in so little time this world had fallen into chaos and although the people of Japan may have thought it was just in Japan, it wasn't...this was world wide...there was no escaping it. Little did we all know They were already here...
Location: Japan, Tokonosu City, Fujimi Academy
Time: 10:50 A.M
Date: March 7th, 2015
Right now everything was normal in the School, people going about their daily lives learning, skipping class and causing trouble...just another day in Paradise. This is where it all begins, at this somewhat normal High School located in Japan. Right now most would be in class but as usual a few decided to skip class and just wait it out until something they actually wanted to do came along or until they got caught but for the regular people who skip class this wasn't much of a problem. The Teachers had given up on dragging students back to a class they had no interest in and went on as normal, focusing on teaching the students that did want to learn. To some this was a place of wonders, where you come to learn and make something of your life...for others it was just a pain in the ass! Almost like a damn prison! Being forced to come here day after day to do stuff they hate. Some would go as far as calling this place hell!...but they had no idea what hell was on it's way
We start our story from this point on...everything is as normal...for now</s>
| <|message|>Mi Kiyoshi
Mi was in gym. It was her least favorite class. She didn't have very good physical properties. Well, except for running. And Mi even messed that up sometimes. But it wasn't running. It was football. A contact sport where both the girls and the boys were playing for once. Mi ran along the outskirts, chasing the ball. Before she knew it, her face was on the ground. Someone had tripped her. A girl ran over and asked Mi if she was okay. Mi nodded but the girl pointed at her face and arms.
"You don't look okay," she told Mi. Mi looked at her arms and noticed that they were bleeding. Her nose was probably bleeding as well. Mi stood up and walked to the nurse's office. As Mi entered the office she told herself that she would be fine even if the nurse wash't there.</s> |
<|description|>Mi Kiyoshi
Age: 16
Gender: Female
Class: 1-A
Personality: Mi is shy, to say the very least. She doesn't quite know how to start a conversation, and if she managed to get into a conversation she didn't quite know how to keep the conservation up. In conversations she would look to the sides, avoiding eye contact. However Mi does have a large amount of patience, so she can tolerate most people being rude.
Mi also loves to help people. She will help someone if they are hurt if she can. She cares more about other people than about herself. She admires strong people, though she doesn't really show it. She tends to stray away from human interactions.
Background: Mi grew up an only child with a single parent. Her father had died while Mi was young and so Mii's mother raised her alone. Mi's mother was a doctor, and so she was gone most of the time and when she was, she would be studying medical procedures and so Mi was taught quite a few medical skills by her mom. Mi enjoyed learning about medicine. She would ask her mom to teach her more and more in exchange for Mi doing the housework.
As Mi got older, school became sort of awkward for her. She was small for her age and so most of the girls in her class treated her like a little doll. They would mess with her hair. Mi's shy demeanor didn't really help stop the treatment from the other girl's though she didn't really mind it
Skills: Mii is skilled with medicine and has a large amount of medical knowledge. She's pretty good at at cooking and cleaning and is quite a fast runner, though she sucks at fighting
Weapons: N/A
Relationships/Friendships: N/A
Other: "They Ate Shoske"</s>
<|message|>Megumi Hazekage
Megumi glanced up, her dainty hands finishing the minor calculus equation that she had been working on for the last few seconds. Rolling her shoulders, she glanced up through long, natural eyelashes, as both Reiko and an unnamed, blonde-haired freshman entered the roof. Although she kept quiet and stoic, opting to simply scribble down a few neat notes in the margins of her calculus tablet, Megumi eventually glanced up once again when she realized that her brother was going down to help the female.
"I'll come." She stated bluntly, marking her notebook and slipping it into her bag. Standing, Megumi tossed her brother his own backpack, which was now containing his bokken, and began to quietly follow. She was interested in knowing whether or not she knew this injured girl, and she wasn't really comfortable with staying on the roof without Kurogane. After all, the twins were never seen without each other, it would be odd to seem them seperated, crazy even.</s>
<|message|>Kenny
On kenny marched his way down the hallway, still whistling in an nonchalant manner. Unsure if anyone would give chase, but luckily they didn't see him, which would make it harder for them to tell that the chair fiasco was his doing. It was an accident of course, though knew that Kurisa was the type of guy who wouldn't care about that.
Coming across three separate hallways and peered down each one while scratching at the top of his head. He had no idea where Reiko went as he glanced over his shoulder, thinking that if someone giving chase were to see someone walking. Would likely think that person was the one with the chair and would snap his fingers as an idea popped into his head. Turning down the right hallway, he walked a short distance before leaning against the wall and took out his small notepad. He did so to make it look like he was just a student chilling and drawing, deciding he could find Reiko later. Snickering a bit to himself as he drew the small guy with a small pig and crying holding a pen at a kurisa with a tiger's body about to pounce with a big mouth.</s>
<|message|>Shoske Kawahiru
Shit, this isn't gonna end well. Either I die by fighting them or take my chances by jumping off the window and aim for a bush Shoske slightly turned his head to look out the window, gulping once It's just three storie, it's not like my legs will break that badly Shoske was trapped between the two deliquents. He listened to the guy speak, not really caring about his view on women "Oh please, what difference does it make whether she's a guy or a girl?! I believe in equal rights so if a girl comes at me, I won't hesitate to punch!" Slightly moving back as he listened to Kurisa give him a chance to get away, but at the cost of bowing down and begging for forgiveness. Shoske laughed on the inside, obviously knowing this was a blatant lie. After dealing with his type for so long, he knew not to buy a word. But he played along for now, hoping for a miracle
"Oh sure, just let me dust off my pants and" Shoske was about to surprise attack them and make a b-line for the other set of staircase as Utaho approached. But then a miracle happened, a rather strange looking guy came sliding down a chair from the hallway, his chair knocking over both Kurisa and Utaho on the ground. "...PFFFTT AHAHAH" He couldn't help to laugh at the sight of the two of them falling. Taking advantage of the situation, he quickly ran for the opposite staircase. But right when he passed the two who were knocked over, he felt a hand tightly grip his ankle causing him to fall over. He turned, seeing the same girl he headbutted pulling him in with a vengeance "Oh come on, don't you give up!?" He said as he threw the pencil at her and tried to get out of her grip.</s>
<|message|>Kurisa Shuiji
Kurisa felt his hand get pushed away as Utaho told him to go after the other guy, this caused Kurisa to look over his right shoulder "Uh..." Kurisa could see the person who had done this was long gone and chasing him down would have been a waste of time...although Kurisa could have used this as an excuse to get out of this whole situation and that's what he had planned until he heard the school speakers let out a sharp ringing sound as a voice then began to speak "Attention Students. Please remain calm and follow your teachers orders and evacuate the school in a calm and orderly manner. I will repeat. Please remain calm. There is an issue going on outside and we must eva-What!? What are you doing here!? NO GET AWAY! GET AWAY FROM ME!! SOMEONE HELP! THEY'RE INSIDE THE SCHOOL! AHH!! HELP!! IT HURTS! GAAH!! HELP ME! HE-" At that point the school speaker system cut off, an eerie silence came about the school and then the screams started as the sound of people rushing to escape suddenly filled the school.
Kurisa's eyes widened slightly as he then looked out the window, his mouth almost dropping open "The fuck is this!? Why is everyone eating eachother! THE FUCK IS GOING ON!? You two seeing this?" the shit Kurisa was seeing was like something out of a horror movie...people eating other people, Kurisa's mind instantly began to run wild as he then looked out to the city to see the smoke filling the sky. Kurisa tried to calm his nerves but this was not something you could be fucking calm about! Kurisa then closed his eyes and took some deep breath's as he then looked at Shoske and Utaho "Look we don't have time for this shit right now. We need to do our best to avoid whatever the fuck is out there and yet get the fuck out of here...I don't know about you but I don't feel like getting eaten like them. I say right now we put our differences aside and just find a way out of here!"
Then Mr Prez finally spoke out (hope you don't mind silver) "Hey! Are you forgetting about me!? I'm here to! and if anything I am more qualified than you to make decisions! If we act calmly and find some Teachers I am sure we will be okay!" That was when he turned around and began walking off towards one of the other set of stairs, stopping at the top of them as he turned to look at the three "Well! Come o-" At that point a pair of arms gripped the Prez as one of them bit deep into his neck, this caused the prez to scream out in pain as he struggled to get away "FUCK! FUCKING HELP ME! AHHHH!! FUCK FUCK FUCK!!!" At that point the prez coughed up blood as his body then went limp and fell to the ground.
Kurisa's eyes had widened dramatically by this point...he could barely even react, let alone help the guy. Kurisa grit his teeth as he then hit his head with his right hand "Fuck...Okay...we need to get out of here now! I suggest we take the stairs over there that come down from the roof and try get the hell out of here...unless any of you two got a sudden and better idea cause believe me I'm willing to take it!" It was clear Kurisa was panicking a little and right now his fucking appearance was the last thing on his mind! getting out of this damn school and getting somewhere safe was what was on his mind...he knew a place they could go but it may not be safe if this thing is happening in the city...but it'd be a good place to go regardless. At this point Kurisa was trying to calm down and think but the mind was just not working...weapons...they'd need something decent if they wanted to keep these things away and the fucking broom handle he had would be about as good as useless in this situation.</s>
<|message|>Utaho Rinnosuke
@Kurisa
Utaho knocked away the pencil thrown at her with a lot of ease. She was so pissed that even if she had hurt herself with it, she wouldn't have noticed anyway. "Of course not, bitch! Now-!" She was about to pull Shoske towards her and deliver his righteous punishment... Until the announcement came on. It was creepy as hell, that much was for sure. Kirari and Ami seemed really creeped out. When she heard it, Utaho let go of Shoske and stood up. It seemed way more important than beating the shit out of some idiot that wasn't even worth her time. She put her hands in the pockets of her hoodie and approached the window, standing beside Kurisa. Ami and Kirari went to where she was too and looked at the scene going on outside.
"W-Wha!? What is happening?" Escaped Kirari's lips. The white haired girl couldn't believe what was happening outside, and she took a pair of steps back before falling down. Ami rushed to her side, while Utaho just watched, astonished at what was happening. "Uta-chan... What is happening out there?!" Ami asked her. Utaho simply stayed silent for a while. "Uta-chan?" She asked again.
"Dunno...." She got away from the window, still pretty surprised at what was happening, but sounding oddly calm. She then approached Kurisa, and motioned with her head for both Kirari and Ami to come with them as well. Ami helped a wobbly Kirari stand up and they also walked to where Utaho was. "But you are right, Kurisa. We can't just stay here. Those things will probably eat us." Even though she tried to sound as calm as always, it was a reality that her legs were shaking like crazy. Ami put a hand on Utaho's shoulder, to calm her down. She didn't have that luxury, though. The stupid ass president ran away on his own. "Wait, you fuckin' fou-!" Before she could finish, it was already too late and the president was no more. It was good that Kirari and Ami didn't move like, at all, from where Utaho was. If they had been as stupid as the prez, they'd be dead by now too. Only a question remained in her head. "How the hell did he got elected president." She whispered, and it made her laugh a bit.
She turned to face Kurisa again, both Kirari and Ami following her actions. "I am pretty dumb, so..." Utaho turned to Kirari, who let out a little gasp after her friend's eyes posed over her.
"E-Eh? Y-Yes, I think... it would be a good idea to do that. What else can we do? Those things are swarming the stairs." She said, turning to see the place where the president had disappeared into.
"Then, we are with ya, Kurisa." Utaho finished, while Ami and Kirari both nodded at Kurisa.</s>
| <|message|>Mi Kiyoshi
The announcement terrified Mi. It was terrifying. Mi was frisking out, but she tried not to show it. As Mi gas trying to figure out what was going on, a rational part of her brain told her one thing. You are great with medicine. Get stuff from the nurse's office. She was out last time you went, Mi thought to herself, standing up and dashing to the exit of the gym. She maneuvered through the crowd, breaking off of the panicking mass of students in order to beeline to the nurse's office. Mi didn't think about weapons. She thought about what she was good at. Medicine. And so that was what she was going to get.
As Mi ran through the halls and slammed open the doors to the nurse's office she frantically looked inside, making sure it was empty. She then looked around and saw a messenger bag. She picked it up and began to shove medical supplies in it. Every now and then she would look over her shoulder at the door, and much to Mi's relief she didn't see anything. Once Mi had filled the messenger bag with medicine, bandages, and other medical items she left the office. Mi skittishly eyed the halls and rooms as she left, she was highly alert for any signs of anything. She didn't want to be attacked and die. Mi wanted to survive. So being alert was the only thing she could do.</s> |
<|description|>Mi Kiyoshi
Age: 16
Gender: Female
Class: 1-A
Personality: Mi is shy, to say the very least. She doesn't quite know how to start a conversation, and if she managed to get into a conversation she didn't quite know how to keep the conservation up. In conversations she would look to the sides, avoiding eye contact. However Mi does have a large amount of patience, so she can tolerate most people being rude.
Mi also loves to help people. She will help someone if they are hurt if she can. She cares more about other people than about herself. She admires strong people, though she doesn't really show it. She tends to stray away from human interactions.
Background: Mi grew up an only child with a single parent. Her father had died while Mi was young and so Mii's mother raised her alone. Mi's mother was a doctor, and so she was gone most of the time and when she was, she would be studying medical procedures and so Mi was taught quite a few medical skills by her mom. Mi enjoyed learning about medicine. She would ask her mom to teach her more and more in exchange for Mi doing the housework.
As Mi got older, school became sort of awkward for her. She was small for her age and so most of the girls in her class treated her like a little doll. They would mess with her hair. Mi's shy demeanor didn't really help stop the treatment from the other girl's though she didn't really mind it
Skills: Mii is skilled with medicine and has a large amount of medical knowledge. She's pretty good at at cooking and cleaning and is quite a fast runner, though she sucks at fighting
Weapons: N/A
Relationships/Friendships: N/A
Other: "They Ate Shoske"</s>
<|message|>Megumi Hazekage
Megumi rubbed her arm awkwardly and simply stated at Aki. "Look, I hate to be concerned and all, but you dont have to be guilty... Whatever..." She sighed and shook her head. "Why would you even go back to the school anyways? We're already safe... Only an idiot would head back into the danger zone." The young girl mumbled, her hand trailing up to her head so she could rub her neck. "Mm... I mean I could watch over her, if you were to ever actually go that is."
She glanced down at the dog and huffed before wandering over to the couch and slumping down on it. "I don't hug and do all of that stuff, I'm a bitch after all. A rich one at that." The red-head crossed her legs and leaned on the arm of the couch, her gaze resting on Noa and her interactions with the toys. It made her jealous with how she spent her youth, yet also pitied how it may soon end. Noa seemed to be oblivious in a way, her young ignorance feigning the imminent destruction of the world. "I'm going soft..." She hissed.</s>
<|message|>Aki Okumura
"You are right, I don't have to be guilty. I could go about my business and blame him for it. Yet it's because I have a soul that I do feel guilty. The way I see it, is I could have saved them and I failed. You can say I'm not at fault all you want, but I will always feel I am." Aki replied with while he listened to her response to his question. "Thats why it's a theory. I know it's stupid maybe another day when the school is less polluted by those monsters. Besides why would I ever leave my sister alone with you. She will learn so many vulgar words, that she will lose all that sweetness. I'll be in my room, feel free to pester if you want." Aki said quoting the pester part as he walked to his room closing the door behind him.
Noa held the dog and looked up at Megumi and puffed out her cheeks while the dog ruffed at Megumi. "Not uh fibber. You are a nice lady. If you were a mean lady you wouldn't be so nice to Ki-ki!" Moa said with her nickname for Aki apparently being Ki-ki. So when Megumi stated herself being soft, Noa tilted her head and poked her. "Isn't it normal to be soft? It'd be weird to be hard, almost like you were made of stone. Besides she likes you." Noa said pointing at the puppy laying against Megumi. "And I like you too. And I'm sure despite how he acts, Ki-ki likes you too." Noa then flashed her a big grin while the puppy would then fart. "Ewwww, stinky puppy! Bad!"</s>
<|message|>Megumi Hazekage
"You can't be sweet forever in a ruined world, can you...?" Megumi shrugged her shoulders and glanced at Noa whom held the little hound in her arms. The young pre-teen went on and on about how the redhead wasn't mean and how they all liked her, which only made the girl chuckle and shake her head. "Do you really think so? I'm not normally a likeable person, little one. I'm supposed to be a stern character, one that doesn't forgive nor apologize for my actions... And now I'm like a mother deer. Frail yet attempting to be protective over her young." She leaned back on the couch, the leather upholstery letting out a long sigh as her position adjusted.
The little canine released its gas into the air, making both girls grow disgusted. Megumi waved her hand in front of her face and immediately moved from the couch to leave the scene that happened in the living room. "Would it be wise, to pester your elder brother? I have nothing to pester him with anyways, other then telling him the dog probably crapped itself." She leaned against the wall and placed her sleeve over her nose to vent out all of the stench until it actually went away. "What does the dog have to say about that?"</s>
<|message|>Aki Okumura
The dog ruffed at her and shimmeyed off the couch as it did a jog, for a puppy anyway at Megumi. Looking up at her with its tongue outside its mouth. "I'm not sure, maybe its her way of saying, I like messing with you girls?" Noa would then stand up and knocked on Aki's desk. "Ki-ki, Megumi wanted to pester you about the dog crapping itself." Noa said through the door while inside the room you could hear Aki say. "Its how she says she loves you. Megumi its normal, you do it I do it. Those zombies probably do it." He didn't leave his room to answer but he did answer. Which made Noa shrug her shoulders.
"Oh she also said she was like a mother deer." Noa said with bright eyes, this made Aki come out of his room laughing quite hysterically as he looked at Megumi. "You a mother deer? Oh that's a good one. Thats like me being a pro boxer." Aki said his laughter dying down while the puppy would then sneeze and look at the three before sitting back on the couch. "Well I would say lets tell stories about what we did before the whole crap happened, but I feel like I know what Megumi did, and Noa you are not old enough to hear that conversation." Aki said about to head to his room when Noa kicked him. "I'm old enough I'm thirteen years old. I'm a big girl!" Noa said puffing her cheeks out as she stomped off to her room. "And now I'm on a little girls frowny list. Oh well." Aki said going back into his room as he laid down on his bed opening up his manga again.</s>
<|message|>Megumi Hazekage
Megumi rolled her eyes and crossed her arms, letting out a small grunt of annoyance as he laughed. "Whatever. But my story isn't bad at all actually, Noa might be interested. But whatever floats your boat, weaboo." She sauntered back over to the couch and laid down on it, her face making contact with the back of the dog, using the little canine as a live pillow, which made Megumi relax considerably. "There's no bukkake or anything obscene involved, I promise. In actuality, it's rather boring and most of it is filled with training."
She got off of the dog and stretched. "It's pretty calm here... I wonder how long it will last until something bad happens?" The young girl crossed her legs and rubbed her chin. It had actually been quite awhile since something dangerous happened, and it felt rather odd in a way, to be out of danger for more than a few moments. Peace and quiet already grew into a foreign feeling to her, and Megumi was simply sitting and waiting for the moment it would go to shit. "Maybe tomorrow morning... Maybe..." Megumi felt a little paranoid, but shook her thoughts off so she could slip into a more lax mood.
"What time is it?"
She was, of course, talking to herself.</s>
<|message|>Aki Okumura
Poking his head outside his room he sighed. "You see, she doesn't need to know what bukkake means, and...." Aki walked outside his room and looked around the living room and saw no one but the puppy who was squirming after being used as a pillow. "And I think the time is we are both going crazy, cause you are talking to no one." Aki said chuckling as he sat down on the couch with his Manga open. "Or did you talk to the little flubber ball here?" Aki said as he flipped through the pages. "So what was your past like, the whole training thing? You can probably guess mine."
Aki would look up at her while puppy would start chasing her tail on the couch before rolling on her back while huffing and puffing. She would then sit up wagging her tail as she stared at Megumi too. "You got her attention too, and its hard to keep it so you best talk while you can."</s>
<|message|>Kurisa Shuiji
people's following meh! <.< >.>
Kurisa continued to fight some of them off when he heard Utaho shout, this cause him to look down the hall at all of them now approaching "Shit! they are attracted to sound...that little fucker was actually right" Kurisa slammed his right foot into one of their chests causing it to fall back into others like it. So they react to sound? That means despite seeing us they couldn't? Fucks sake...Well maybe we can use this to save our asses.... Kurisa continued to run onwards as he then smashed the Wrench in his right hand into the side of another one of their heads.
As they were about to reach the corner one of the other people following called out about some of them being around the corner. "Got it..." Kurisa reached the corner then stopped as one of them stepped out from around the corner, Kurisa quickly reacted by slamming the hammer in his left hand into it's head. The hammer remained stuck within it's head which was a problem until got an idea that would bide them a little time...even if only a few seconds, it could make the difference between life and death.
Kurisa yanked it (giggity) over towards the other of it's own kind that were approaching down the hall and slammed his right foot into it's chest causing the hammer to rip out of it's head as it fell back into the other of it's kind, this caused them to all fall to the ground which stopped them coming from one way right now...but now to fight their way downstairs to the first floor! They were getting the fuck out of here! Kurisa began to make his way down the stairs, hitting a few of them on the way down...as he got a bit further down the stairs he saw the floor below which seemed emptier than the floor they were just on...clearly them breaking out of that class caused one hell of a noise because it seemed they had all made their way there...it was a good and bad thing...but may just have gave them the break they needed
Weapon: Wrench, Hammer
Hits used: 3, 3
Hits left: 6, 9
Throwable: N/A</s>
<|message|>Kenny
Kenny ran down the steps to the second floor and stopped for a second to catch his breath as he was panting from all the running he had done. His face sweaty beneath the mask and had to take in big gulps of air to catch his breath while scanning the hallways, lucky none were around at the moment. Just one more floor to go, but considered that since he was alone that he had to be more cautious since he had no one to watch his back. Any mistake or hesitation would likely cost his life and couldn't just go rushing around like he had been doing.
Waiting till his body had calmed down before moving to the next set of stairs to the first floor to see a group of zombies making their way slowly up the steps. Arms reaching forward as they fought to get over each other to get at him, though they were still only halfway up, too thick for him to run through. He looked around, thinking he could try and go to the other pair of steps but felt he had stayed in this school longer than he should of. It was then that an idea came to mind and ran over to a nearby trashcan which was mostly full and dragged it to the stairs before turning it to his side.*You fuckers ready for a strike?*He thought to himself, needing a good laugh before giving the can a push and watched it roll down the steps to smack into the foremost of the monsters and like a domino effect they fell over each other.
Kenny quickly followed after, stopping short of the first of the growling corpses and glanced over the railings to see the lower set of stairs was open besides a single zombie which had fallen behind the others.
Already some of the zombies were getting up, but he wasn't gonna stick around and wait around for them as he gripped the hammer firmly with his right hand. Bending his legs before hopping over the railings and just as the undead lifted his head to look up; met by the hammer smashing into its face and fell onto the steps, cushioning his landing with its body. With a lurch of his arm, pulled the hammer from its forehead and jumped down the last set of stairs with a grunt to see the hallway around him clear at the moment. He scanned the area to spot the cafeteria down the hall and thought taking the side exit would be safer than the main entrance where most of these things would likely be. Hitching up his backpack, started down the hallway, cautious of any stragglers when one suddenly burst out from a nearby bathroom. Nearly on him, about to get at his arm when kenny turned on the spot to slam his foot as hard as he could onto its knee and a faint crack could be heard as the zombie lost its footing and stumbled onto him, causing the two to fall. Kenny moved his arms over his face, claw part of the hammer facing upward shortly before reaching the ground, letting the zombie's face land on the hammer take itself out.
Blood spilled down onto the mask as it reeked, causing him to gag even through the mask. Pushing the corpse off with a grunt then got up, wiping some of the blood from his mask to clear the eyeholes.*Oh yeah, Kenny on a roll.*Doing a quick whoop whoop as he had to admit what he just did was impressive, but that was enough celebrating and spun the hammer in his hand as he ran his way to the cafeteria, thinking that even alone he was faring pretty well.
weapons: hammer, papercutter
Hits used: 2/0
Hits left: 7/10</s>
| <|message|>Mi Kiyoshi
Mi walked. Unsure where to go. Was anyone she knew still alive. And is so, where would they be. Yukito. Where would he go. Being the nerd her was. Mi thought about it for a moment. And then it came to her. He would probably end up heading towards the tech room. And that would be Mi's new destination.</s> |
<|description|>Utaho Rinnosuke
Age: 18
Gender: Female
Class: 3-D
Personality: Utaho is a delinquent, first and foremost, and as so, she always has a tough act on and a deathly glare on her face. Her fuse is fairly short and she'll probably beat the shit out of you once she explodes. She holds nothing back against anyone, no matter who they are, if they insult her, they can consider themselves dead meat. She also likes picking on the weak, and will probably continue doing so until they show any kind of resistance against her harassment. Of course, this means that most of the times, the only way she knows how to solve things is by using her fists, and always leaving the brains part out. Utaho is also fairly dumb, and probably a person with which you shouldn't speak to with complicated words.
Of course, that's not all there is to Utaho, though. She may seem like any other asshole of a woman to everyone, but those that have indeed gotten to know her are aware of her friendly nature, and how she always puts her friends first. If you ever show to her that you've got enough guts as to stand up to her, or even withstand one of her punches, then you'll probably gain her respect, and friendship, and she's the kind that would go to great extremes just to see her friends happy and well. She doesn't bully those who show some guts out of sheer respect, but anyone that is spineless enough as to bow to the will of a single woman.... well, she doesn't respect them even as a person. And even so, she is not arrogant. She thinks of herself as only a woman, and is pretty down to earth in that aspect. She knows there are countless people better than her, at academics mainly, but, in her own twisted way, she also worries that those talented people might not be ready for what the world holds for them.
Background: Utaho grew up in a household with nothing but men in it, so she had to learn how to defend herself from her older brothers, and quick. At first, they didn't really pick on her or anything, to be honest, they loved her very much, but what was just awful was the fact that they treated her just like how they would treat any other guy. While young, Utaho wore her hair short as a consequence of this. Playing rough with your bigger brothers usually develops some skill in you, such as fighting. Utaho was able to learn moves from seeing them once in TV and could replicate them to almost perfection, in fact, she thinks that's her only redeemable quality.
She was able to survive her older brothers, but nothing could have prepared her for what was awaiting her in middle school. Yes, elementary school was a walk in the park, everything is fairly easy, and Utaho managed to get average grades, but middle school? That's when the problems started. Most of her history was filled with failing marks. One could even say she was somewhat depressed, and her little group knew it. Around that time, they used to pick on an intelligent, loner girl who always got high grades. Of course, these kinds of things (usually) do not last forever. One day, the girl finally decided to stand up against them, even going as far as to punch one of them, and she gained Utaho's instant respect and friendship. Thanks to that girl, she has been able to at the very least pass exams.
Skills: She is very skilled at fighting, not any particular discipline, more like street fighting. She is also semi-skilled in home economics (she had to cook for a family of men) and also semi-skilled at sewing. She's bad at anything school related besides the aforementioned two.
Weapons: N/A
Relationships/Friendships:
Kurisa Shuiji: "Well, what can I say about the guy? He knows how to kick ass and he does it well enough for me to invite him over to kick some ass together from time to time. I like him, definitely so. The only bad thing is that he ain't one to talk much. It'd also be nice if he was a bit more intelligent.
Other: She is into cute things, and even her phone is decorated with cute-ish things all over. And also, "They Ate Shoske!".... Poor guy. D:</s>
<|message|>Kurisa Shuiji
The RP has finally started! Woop! Post away x3
Template
(Include at the end of each post)
Weapon: ???
Hits used: ___
Hits left: ___
Throwable: ??? (they only last 1 post anyway)
Groups
Group 1: Kurisa, Utaho, Shoske, Akane, Yukito
Group 2: Aki, Megumi
Group 3: Zev, Mi
Lone: Kenny
Deaths
Reiko Kanzaki - Died on the school Roof
Paneru Yagyū - Died on the School Roof
Kurogane Hazekage - Died on the School Roof
Kibaya Musato - Dead from the get go</s>
<|message|>Kurisa Shuiji
Location: Japan, Tokonosu City
Time: 11:37 A.M
Date: March 7th, 2015
Out on the Horizon was a city filled with smoke, filling the skies above as fires burned out of control, it looked like something straight out of a Movie...this place looked like hell! And it may as well have been...Monsters in the form of humans roamed the streets, consuming human begins and turning them into one of them. It was like a nightmare...in so little time this world had fallen into chaos and although the people of Japan may have thought it was just in Japan, it wasn't...this was world wide...there was no escaping it. Little did we all know They were already here...
Location: Japan, Tokonosu City, Fujimi Academy
Time: 10:50 A.M
Date: March 7th, 2015
Right now everything was normal in the School, people going about their daily lives learning, skipping class and causing trouble...just another day in Paradise. This is where it all begins, at this somewhat normal High School located in Japan. Right now most would be in class but as usual a few decided to skip class and just wait it out until something they actually wanted to do came along or until they got caught but for the regular people who skip class this wasn't much of a problem. The Teachers had given up on dragging students back to a class they had no interest in and went on as normal, focusing on teaching the students that did want to learn. To some this was a place of wonders, where you come to learn and make something of your life...for others it was just a pain in the ass! Almost like a damn prison! Being forced to come here day after day to do stuff they hate. Some would go as far as calling this place hell!...but they had no idea what hell was on it's way
We start our story from this point on...everything is as normal...for now</s>
<|message|>Mi Kiyoshi
Mi was in gym. It was her least favorite class. She didn't have very good physical properties. Well, except for running. And Mi even messed that up sometimes. But it wasn't running. It was football. A contact sport where both the girls and the boys were playing for once. Mi ran along the outskirts, chasing the ball. Before she knew it, her face was on the ground. Someone had tripped her. A girl ran over and asked Mi if she was okay. Mi nodded but the girl pointed at her face and arms.
"You don't look okay," she told Mi. Mi looked at her arms and noticed that they were bleeding. Her nose was probably bleeding as well. Mi stood up and walked to the nurse's office. As Mi entered the office she told herself that she would be fine even if the nurse wash't there.</s>
| <|message|>Utaho Rinnosuke
Another day, another class skipped. Utaho walked by the hall, accompanied by two of her friends, well, more like her gang. She liked hanging around with them, given that it actually gave her a 'delinquent' feeling. She was the kind of girl that teacher's had given up for a while ago, she was probably not going to college too, perhaps she'd try for a career in MMA, though, it'd be fun to kick ass and not being scolded afterwards.
"Uta-chan," one of the girls walking by her side started, she was dressed similar to Utaho, wearing a hoodie and a skirt. "What do ya want to drink? Soda, like always?" She asked, while she turned around to go to the vending machine that was nearby. Utaho nodded.
"Yeah, please." She simply said, before reaching over to her hoodie's pocket and taking out her phone. Her case was pink and had a black heart in the middle, with the figure of a dog. Also, it read 'PINK' in big white letters. Totally in contrast with her own personality. Utaho was wearing a purple hoodie and a black skirt, along with stocking and a pair of sneakers (she just hated the school slippers), and her long blonde hair was done into a side ponytail. "So, who you got money from this time? That Amamiya brat or that Kiyoshi girl we've had our sights on for a while?" She said, laughing a bit. They still hadn't done anything, trying to respect their kouhai status and all, but they would start anytime soon for sure.
"Neither, I'm not as awful as you! I brought my own money today! Geez, Uta-chan." Though the girl said so, she still laughed. She went to the vending machine and got three drinks from it. She quickly returned and threw at each girl their drink. Utaho opened the can of soda in her hands and took a sip on it, before her sharp eyes fixated on the sky.
"Fuck, it's boring today. I wonder if Kurisa has anyone that needs their butt kicked." She said, before taking another sip on her drink.</s> |
<|description|>Yukito Amamiya
Age: 16
Gender: Male
Class: 1-A
Personality: Yukito is extremely studious and nerdy, trying to learn all there is about the world he lives in, and the people that live in it. Socially, he is somewhat shy and quiet, but kind and generous, and will not hesitate to try to help a good person in need. He can easily make a decision, and stick with it, but at some times (when he is in a bad state or in panic) it is hard for him to think rationally and he won't stay calm. Regarding his pansexuality, he hasn't spoken of it to his family and friends. He does, however, not try to hide it, as he doesn't want to accidentally lose the chance of love. (And he doesn't flirt. I don't think people like him flirt.)
Background: Geography, physics, math, history, you name it, he's almost definitely got it. What he lacks in strength and personality he excels in intelligence. Yukito's parents are very strict, but they strive for him to be the best, and they wish to enroll him in a prestigious college. In his family life, he has two siblings, an older brother and a younger brother, and his extremely strict parents. His older brother is the slacker of the family, the one who stays home all day doing jack shit. His grade-school level younger brother on the other hand, learned from Yukito and is on par with about a middle school student's intellect. Though Yukito's family isn't even close to the richest, he still was pressured to do his best, by family and friends. From an average person's perspective, they would probably think Yukito's background is pretty average. But the reason why he needs to strive is not just the prestigious college, but his parents. His parents, although very smart and responsible, did not make close to the right decisions in high school/college. They, instead of studying and learning, chose to go with friends and have fun, fool around, and throw parties when no homework or projects were assigned. If it were not for this, Yukito would probably be rich- but also a delinquent like Utaho. But these past mistakes made by his family give him an inside hope to never give up.
Sexual Orientation: Pansexual
Skills:
Geography/World History
Yukito is extremely interested and proficient in the field of Social Studies {Geography/History}, and was even the champion of a regional contest in the subject. This is his best grade, and his grade in this maintains a beautiful A+. He knows all the capitals of the world, from Moscow in Russia to Yaren in Nauru, and even the smaller countries like Bhutan and Georgia. This is obviously his favorite class.
(SUPERIOR INTELLECT WILL BEAT YOU ANYDAY BRO)
Math
As this is also a core class and a very important one as well, Yukito is forced to excel in this. Even though he is not interested in it, he is forced to try to be the best in his class at it, although he himself doesn't think of it that way. That, of course, doesn't mean he does not like the mathematics subject in general. He still believes it is sometimes fun, and crucial to graduate and make lots of money.
Life Sciences/Physics
Although Yukito loves the hands-on part of this subject, and he loves learning about certain parts of Science. But the only problem for Yukito is the arduous, boring lessons and lectures given to the students. In this subject, he seems to excel in organic life, including reproduction, the ecosystem, and cells. (Life Sciences)
Physical Education
He can run. He can jump. But he sucks at everything else. Staying up all night studying and doing entirely academic, indoor activities takes a toll on your physical performance. Although he does exercise occasionally to keep his weight low and his good looks staying fresh.
Extracurricular activities
Yukito is in three different clubs, the Chess, Honors, and the Cooking Clubs. (Yes, I just made those up ;.;) He also knows how to play and practice the piano, but I don't think that would really matter in a zombie apocalypse.
Weapons: N/A
Relationships/Friendships:
Mi Kiyoshi
Yukito only really talked to his very small group of friends, but that doesn't mean he doesn't notice the other kids in his class. His relationship with Mi is unknown, as he hasn't really interacted with her.
Paneru Yagyuu
Paneru is not even an acquaintance to Yukito, as he probably doesn't even notice the poor boy. But since Paneru is an older, class 2 student, Yukito looks up to him as a sort of "role model". Not to mention his kind personality, one that Yukito would try to adopt.
Other: Yes. The tag is right, he is a nerd. Just like me.
They ate Shoske! (What else did they eat?)</s>
<|message|>Kurisa Shuiji
Location: Japan, Tokonosu City
Time: 11:37 A.M
Date: March 7th, 2015
Out on the Horizon was a city filled with smoke, filling the skies above as fires burned out of control, it looked like something straight out of a Movie...this place looked like hell! And it may as well have been...Monsters in the form of humans roamed the streets, consuming human begins and turning them into one of them. It was like a nightmare...in so little time this world had fallen into chaos and although the people of Japan may have thought it was just in Japan, it wasn't...this was world wide...there was no escaping it. Little did we all know They were already here...
Location: Japan, Tokonosu City, Fujimi Academy
Time: 10:50 A.M
Date: March 7th, 2015
Right now everything was normal in the School, people going about their daily lives learning, skipping class and causing trouble...just another day in Paradise. This is where it all begins, at this somewhat normal High School located in Japan. Right now most would be in class but as usual a few decided to skip class and just wait it out until something they actually wanted to do came along or until they got caught but for the regular people who skip class this wasn't much of a problem. The Teachers had given up on dragging students back to a class they had no interest in and went on as normal, focusing on teaching the students that did want to learn. To some this was a place of wonders, where you come to learn and make something of your life...for others it was just a pain in the ass! Almost like a damn prison! Being forced to come here day after day to do stuff they hate. Some would go as far as calling this place hell!...but they had no idea what hell was on it's way
We start our story from this point on...everything is as normal...for now</s>
<|message|>Mi Kiyoshi
Mi was in gym. It was her least favorite class. She didn't have very good physical properties. Well, except for running. And Mi even messed that up sometimes. But it wasn't running. It was football. A contact sport where both the girls and the boys were playing for once. Mi ran along the outskirts, chasing the ball. Before she knew it, her face was on the ground. Someone had tripped her. A girl ran over and asked Mi if she was okay. Mi nodded but the girl pointed at her face and arms.
"You don't look okay," she told Mi. Mi looked at her arms and noticed that they were bleeding. Her nose was probably bleeding as well. Mi stood up and walked to the nurse's office. As Mi entered the office she told herself that she would be fine even if the nurse wash't there.</s>
<|message|>Utaho Rinnosuke
Another day, another class skipped. Utaho walked by the hall, accompanied by two of her friends, well, more like her gang. She liked hanging around with them, given that it actually gave her a 'delinquent' feeling. She was the kind of girl that teacher's had given up for a while ago, she was probably not going to college too, perhaps she'd try for a career in MMA, though, it'd be fun to kick ass and not being scolded afterwards.
"Uta-chan," one of the girls walking by her side started, she was dressed similar to Utaho, wearing a hoodie and a skirt. "What do ya want to drink? Soda, like always?" She asked, while she turned around to go to the vending machine that was nearby. Utaho nodded.
"Yeah, please." She simply said, before reaching over to her hoodie's pocket and taking out her phone. Her case was pink and had a black heart in the middle, with the figure of a dog. Also, it read 'PINK' in big white letters. Totally in contrast with her own personality. Utaho was wearing a purple hoodie and a black skirt, along with stocking and a pair of sneakers (she just hated the school slippers), and her long blonde hair was done into a side ponytail. "So, who you got money from this time? That Amamiya brat or that Kiyoshi girl we've had our sights on for a while?" She said, laughing a bit. They still hadn't done anything, trying to respect their kouhai status and all, but they would start anytime soon for sure.
"Neither, I'm not as awful as you! I brought my own money today! Geez, Uta-chan." Though the girl said so, she still laughed. She went to the vending machine and got three drinks from it. She quickly returned and threw at each girl their drink. Utaho opened the can of soda in her hands and took a sip on it, before her sharp eyes fixated on the sky.
"Fuck, it's boring today. I wonder if Kurisa has anyone that needs their butt kicked." She said, before taking another sip on her drink.</s>
<|message|>Kurisa Shuiji
Kurisa for once had decided to actually go to Geography and instantly began to regret it when the Teacher pointed out that he had actually turned up "Oh so you finally show up to my lesson Kurisa! How many have you missed now? Take a good look everyone...Kurisa is the prime example of a student who will fail in life, all because he refuses to learn" Kurisa rolled his eyes then looked off to the side "So Kurisa. May I ask why you have decided to show up for my lesson today? Please stand and give your reasoning..." Kurisa closed his eyes and let out a sigh as he then stood up to speak "You know what? Screw this...you just reminded me why I hate this class so much. You're a shit teacher, teaching a shitty subject...it's no wonder you're such an asshole. So take your shitty class and ram it up your ass...I'm out of here" Kurisa then began walking to the doors of the class and opened them "D-Don't you speak to me like that you brat! Go back to your seat now!" Kurisa grinned as he turned and looked at the teacher "Or what? you're going to make me? Don't make me laugh! and do yourself a favour and stop stuttering infront of your other students...it makes you look weak and they wont respect someone so weak. To them you may be some strong grown up teacher but I see you for what you are...a cowardly man using the title of Teacher to make people respect him...sucks for you that I can see past that scapegoat doesn't it? That's why I can walk all over you and I know you can't and wont do anything about it! Unless you want to prove me wrong?...Didn't think so"
Kurisa then turned and walked out the class slamming the door behind him as he put his hands in his pockets and began walking down the hall "Stupid jack ass teacher...why the hell did I even bother going to that lesson anyway? the fuck was I thinking?...that's the last time I try to actually apply myself to that subject...didn't even get 5 minutes into the lesson before he pissed me off! Tch!" Kurisa made his way up the stairs and to the roof to get some peace and quiet but that was far from possible...of course other students skipping class would be up here and it'd be just Kurisa's luck that they weren't that fond of him "Well lookey here! We got ourselves the famous little bad boy Kurisa! What skipping class again? Shit...it's pretty funny you know...with you being one of the dumber than me and hell I hardly show up to any lessons!" Kurisa let his head drop back as he let out a groan then threw his head forward and facepalmed it with his right hand before letting his right hand drop off his face "Yeah...you're real smart aren't you? you basically called yourself stupid...since if I'm stupid like you say that means you're barely smarter than me...but still it makes you stupid. Wait perhaps...maybe...wait did I just become smarter than you? Well shit I think I did! Wait no! I've always been smarter than your stupid ass! Hey I got a joke for you...what's the difference between your ass and your mouth? Want me to tell you the answer? of course you do! Nothing...both spout shit!"
The guy grit his teeth then balled his hands into fists as he then ran at Kurisa, cocking his right arm back, ready to throw his fist at Kurisa's face. As the guy sent his fist flying at Kurisa, Kurisa ducked down then stepped forward with his left foot as he then threw his right fist up into the guys stomach causing the guys eyes to widen as he hunched over and held his stomach. Kurisa then stood up and turned so he was facing the guys right side, Kurisa then slammed his right foot into the side of the guys head sending him crashing into the floor "You'd think you would have learned your lesson after the last time I kicked your ass. Clearly not." Kurisa then looked at the other guys and spoke "So you all want to try your luck? Strength in numbers right?...but if I remember last time...I proved that little statement wrong didn't I?" The other guys ran over to their friend as they helped to his feet and quickly got him off the roof. Kurisa then let out a sigh and walked over the the edge of the roof and leaned on the railings as he looked up to the sky "Same shit, Different day...man I'm getting tired of the same events happening over and over. I wish something interesting would just happen already..."</s>
| <|message|>Yukito Amamiya
Another day at school. That was at least from Yukito's point of view, if it was different for other kids then that was respected. It was between periods for him, a break known as "lunch" that was highly respected by the kids in his science class. He was sitting down on the large windowsill, eating the packed lunch that his mom made for him. Yukito's two friends were also sitting on the window, eating their food and seldom talking. "So, how was you guys' day?" Yukito had to look at his friends for them to at least reply, with either a small shrug or a shaking of the head. "So... what do you guys want to talk about...?" It was kinda boring, but that wasn't too out of the ordinary. "I don't really feel like talking, I just want to eat. Sorry." And just like that, one of his friends left his seat at the window. Yukito frowned, but it was probably inevitable. "How about you, Shinge-" The other, plump boy frowned, gave a similar response, and walked away as well. Yukito didn't even move. Did that mean he had no more friends? "If this day got any worse..." He swore under his breath, and finished up his food.</s> |
<|description|>Yukito Amamiya
Age: 16
Gender: Male
Class: 1-A
Personality: Yukito is extremely studious and nerdy, trying to learn all there is about the world he lives in, and the people that live in it. Socially, he is somewhat shy and quiet, but kind and generous, and will not hesitate to try to help a good person in need. He can easily make a decision, and stick with it, but at some times (when he is in a bad state or in panic) it is hard for him to think rationally and he won't stay calm. Regarding his pansexuality, he hasn't spoken of it to his family and friends. He does, however, not try to hide it, as he doesn't want to accidentally lose the chance of love. (And he doesn't flirt. I don't think people like him flirt.)
Background: Geography, physics, math, history, you name it, he's almost definitely got it. What he lacks in strength and personality he excels in intelligence. Yukito's parents are very strict, but they strive for him to be the best, and they wish to enroll him in a prestigious college. In his family life, he has two siblings, an older brother and a younger brother, and his extremely strict parents. His older brother is the slacker of the family, the one who stays home all day doing jack shit. His grade-school level younger brother on the other hand, learned from Yukito and is on par with about a middle school student's intellect. Though Yukito's family isn't even close to the richest, he still was pressured to do his best, by family and friends. From an average person's perspective, they would probably think Yukito's background is pretty average. But the reason why he needs to strive is not just the prestigious college, but his parents. His parents, although very smart and responsible, did not make close to the right decisions in high school/college. They, instead of studying and learning, chose to go with friends and have fun, fool around, and throw parties when no homework or projects were assigned. If it were not for this, Yukito would probably be rich- but also a delinquent like Utaho. But these past mistakes made by his family give him an inside hope to never give up.
Sexual Orientation: Pansexual
Skills:
Geography/World History
Yukito is extremely interested and proficient in the field of Social Studies {Geography/History}, and was even the champion of a regional contest in the subject. This is his best grade, and his grade in this maintains a beautiful A+. He knows all the capitals of the world, from Moscow in Russia to Yaren in Nauru, and even the smaller countries like Bhutan and Georgia. This is obviously his favorite class.
(SUPERIOR INTELLECT WILL BEAT YOU ANYDAY BRO)
Math
As this is also a core class and a very important one as well, Yukito is forced to excel in this. Even though he is not interested in it, he is forced to try to be the best in his class at it, although he himself doesn't think of it that way. That, of course, doesn't mean he does not like the mathematics subject in general. He still believes it is sometimes fun, and crucial to graduate and make lots of money.
Life Sciences/Physics
Although Yukito loves the hands-on part of this subject, and he loves learning about certain parts of Science. But the only problem for Yukito is the arduous, boring lessons and lectures given to the students. In this subject, he seems to excel in organic life, including reproduction, the ecosystem, and cells. (Life Sciences)
Physical Education
He can run. He can jump. But he sucks at everything else. Staying up all night studying and doing entirely academic, indoor activities takes a toll on your physical performance. Although he does exercise occasionally to keep his weight low and his good looks staying fresh.
Extracurricular activities
Yukito is in three different clubs, the Chess, Honors, and the Cooking Clubs. (Yes, I just made those up ;.;) He also knows how to play and practice the piano, but I don't think that would really matter in a zombie apocalypse.
Weapons: N/A
Relationships/Friendships:
Mi Kiyoshi
Yukito only really talked to his very small group of friends, but that doesn't mean he doesn't notice the other kids in his class. His relationship with Mi is unknown, as he hasn't really interacted with her.
Paneru Yagyuu
Paneru is not even an acquaintance to Yukito, as he probably doesn't even notice the poor boy. But since Paneru is an older, class 2 student, Yukito looks up to him as a sort of "role model". Not to mention his kind personality, one that Yukito would try to adopt.
Other: Yes. The tag is right, he is a nerd. Just like me.
They ate Shoske! (What else did they eat?)</s>
<|message|>Utaho Rinnosuke
@Kurisa
Utaho knocked away the pencil thrown at her with a lot of ease. She was so pissed that even if she had hurt herself with it, she wouldn't have noticed anyway. "Of course not, bitch! Now-!" She was about to pull Shoske towards her and deliver his righteous punishment... Until the announcement came on. It was creepy as hell, that much was for sure. Kirari and Ami seemed really creeped out. When she heard it, Utaho let go of Shoske and stood up. It seemed way more important than beating the shit out of some idiot that wasn't even worth her time. She put her hands in the pockets of her hoodie and approached the window, standing beside Kurisa. Ami and Kirari went to where she was too and looked at the scene going on outside.
"W-Wha!? What is happening?" Escaped Kirari's lips. The white haired girl couldn't believe what was happening outside, and she took a pair of steps back before falling down. Ami rushed to her side, while Utaho just watched, astonished at what was happening. "Uta-chan... What is happening out there?!" Ami asked her. Utaho simply stayed silent for a while. "Uta-chan?" She asked again.
"Dunno...." She got away from the window, still pretty surprised at what was happening, but sounding oddly calm. She then approached Kurisa, and motioned with her head for both Kirari and Ami to come with them as well. Ami helped a wobbly Kirari stand up and they also walked to where Utaho was. "But you are right, Kurisa. We can't just stay here. Those things will probably eat us." Even though she tried to sound as calm as always, it was a reality that her legs were shaking like crazy. Ami put a hand on Utaho's shoulder, to calm her down. She didn't have that luxury, though. The stupid ass president ran away on his own. "Wait, you fuckin' fou-!" Before she could finish, it was already too late and the president was no more. It was good that Kirari and Ami didn't move like, at all, from where Utaho was. If they had been as stupid as the prez, they'd be dead by now too. Only a question remained in her head. "How the hell did he got elected president." She whispered, and it made her laugh a bit.
She turned to face Kurisa again, both Kirari and Ami following her actions. "I am pretty dumb, so..." Utaho turned to Kirari, who let out a little gasp after her friend's eyes posed over her.
"E-Eh? Y-Yes, I think... it would be a good idea to do that. What else can we do? Those things are swarming the stairs." She said, turning to see the place where the president had disappeared into.
"Then, we are with ya, Kurisa." Utaho finished, while Ami and Kirari both nodded at Kurisa.</s>
<|message|>Mi Kiyoshi
The announcement terrified Mi. It was terrifying. Mi was frisking out, but she tried not to show it. As Mi gas trying to figure out what was going on, a rational part of her brain told her one thing. You are great with medicine. Get stuff from the nurse's office. She was out last time you went, Mi thought to herself, standing up and dashing to the exit of the gym. She maneuvered through the crowd, breaking off of the panicking mass of students in order to beeline to the nurse's office. Mi didn't think about weapons. She thought about what she was good at. Medicine. And so that was what she was going to get.
As Mi ran through the halls and slammed open the doors to the nurse's office she frantically looked inside, making sure it was empty. She then looked around and saw a messenger bag. She picked it up and began to shove medical supplies in it. Every now and then she would look over her shoulder at the door, and much to Mi's relief she didn't see anything. Once Mi had filled the messenger bag with medicine, bandages, and other medical items she left the office. Mi skittishly eyed the halls and rooms as she left, she was highly alert for any signs of anything. She didn't want to be attacked and die. Mi wanted to survive. So being alert was the only thing she could do.</s>
| <|message|>Yukito Amamiya
When Mi fell to the ground, it was both a relief and a sorrow for Yukito. He was happy there was someone as reserved, and even with somewhat same qualities. However, a person like Yukito would- could never wish for something like that. But it was really no time for relief, as the bully was fuming red, and his female followers were crossing their arms. "You know what? Both of you are bitches! Fuck this class and it's little shitheads! I'm out!" he exclaimed, charging out of the gym, knocking over one of Yukito's former friends, Shingen, in the process. "Move, ya fat nerd!" Shingen was pushed to the wall, and Yukito frowned. What was the P.E. teacher doing? At the most of the student's knowledge, he was out to do SOMETHING... The boy with glasses stood up, and walked to Mi, holding out a hand for her to grab. "What a waste of knowledge, that boy. You need help?" He said to Mi with a smile on his face, and he looked at Shingen. "Sorry bro. We'll get back at him someda-" But he was interrupted by three somewhat girly screams.
The two girl followers ran back shrieking into the gym, as a bloody bully was crawling in. "H-HELP!! IT'S A... A ZOMBIE!! HE-" Splurch. That was the sound of his neck almost being chewed in half, and he instantly went quiet, a pool of blood forming around his face. All the kids in the gym shrieked and panicked, and flurried around to exit while they still could. And the one eating? The P.E. Teacher, now a pale, grisly shade of gray. Yukito almost literally cried. Fat ol' Shingen was running away, but he was stopped by a wave of people, knocked to the ground. Yukito, in a rush of adrenaline that he didn't know he was coming, pulled Shingen over, and dragged the fat boy with him to the Tech room. "Come on, we don't have long, we need to escape!" He was almost flooding his face with tears at this point, tears of sadness and tears of fear. Hopefully they could survive in the world which seemed to be falling apart.
As this was going on, the PA went on, and someone spoke. "Attention Students. Please remain calm and follow your teachers orders and evacuate the school in a calm and orderly manner. I will repeat. Please remain calm. There is an issue going on outside and we must eva-What!? What are you doing here!? NO GET AWAY! GET AWAY FROM ME!! SOMEONE HELP! THEY'RE INSIDE THE SCHOOL! AHH!! HELP!! IT HURTS! GAAH!! HELP ME! HE-" Yukito shook his head, closing his head. This day... This day was probably the worst day of his life. Nothing in the entire world could beat his pain. He came into a quiet sob, before seeing Paneru Yagyuu being attacked by what seemed to be a zombie. This girl, even though they probably didn't know who he was, was the person Yukito secretly admired. She was the smartest person Yukito knew, not to mention her kind and gentle personality. "N-no! Yagyuu-sama!" He was running to the victim, Shingen in hand, who was also in shock.</s> |
<|description|>Yukito Amamiya
Age: 16
Gender: Male
Class: 1-A
Personality: Yukito is extremely studious and nerdy, trying to learn all there is about the world he lives in, and the people that live in it. Socially, he is somewhat shy and quiet, but kind and generous, and will not hesitate to try to help a good person in need. He can easily make a decision, and stick with it, but at some times (when he is in a bad state or in panic) it is hard for him to think rationally and he won't stay calm. Regarding his pansexuality, he hasn't spoken of it to his family and friends. He does, however, not try to hide it, as he doesn't want to accidentally lose the chance of love. (And he doesn't flirt. I don't think people like him flirt.)
Background: Geography, physics, math, history, you name it, he's almost definitely got it. What he lacks in strength and personality he excels in intelligence. Yukito's parents are very strict, but they strive for him to be the best, and they wish to enroll him in a prestigious college. In his family life, he has two siblings, an older brother and a younger brother, and his extremely strict parents. His older brother is the slacker of the family, the one who stays home all day doing jack shit. His grade-school level younger brother on the other hand, learned from Yukito and is on par with about a middle school student's intellect. Though Yukito's family isn't even close to the richest, he still was pressured to do his best, by family and friends. From an average person's perspective, they would probably think Yukito's background is pretty average. But the reason why he needs to strive is not just the prestigious college, but his parents. His parents, although very smart and responsible, did not make close to the right decisions in high school/college. They, instead of studying and learning, chose to go with friends and have fun, fool around, and throw parties when no homework or projects were assigned. If it were not for this, Yukito would probably be rich- but also a delinquent like Utaho. But these past mistakes made by his family give him an inside hope to never give up.
Sexual Orientation: Pansexual
Skills:
Geography/World History
Yukito is extremely interested and proficient in the field of Social Studies {Geography/History}, and was even the champion of a regional contest in the subject. This is his best grade, and his grade in this maintains a beautiful A+. He knows all the capitals of the world, from Moscow in Russia to Yaren in Nauru, and even the smaller countries like Bhutan and Georgia. This is obviously his favorite class.
(SUPERIOR INTELLECT WILL BEAT YOU ANYDAY BRO)
Math
As this is also a core class and a very important one as well, Yukito is forced to excel in this. Even though he is not interested in it, he is forced to try to be the best in his class at it, although he himself doesn't think of it that way. That, of course, doesn't mean he does not like the mathematics subject in general. He still believes it is sometimes fun, and crucial to graduate and make lots of money.
Life Sciences/Physics
Although Yukito loves the hands-on part of this subject, and he loves learning about certain parts of Science. But the only problem for Yukito is the arduous, boring lessons and lectures given to the students. In this subject, he seems to excel in organic life, including reproduction, the ecosystem, and cells. (Life Sciences)
Physical Education
He can run. He can jump. But he sucks at everything else. Staying up all night studying and doing entirely academic, indoor activities takes a toll on your physical performance. Although he does exercise occasionally to keep his weight low and his good looks staying fresh.
Extracurricular activities
Yukito is in three different clubs, the Chess, Honors, and the Cooking Clubs. (Yes, I just made those up ;.;) He also knows how to play and practice the piano, but I don't think that would really matter in a zombie apocalypse.
Weapons: N/A
Relationships/Friendships:
Mi Kiyoshi
Yukito only really talked to his very small group of friends, but that doesn't mean he doesn't notice the other kids in his class. His relationship with Mi is unknown, as he hasn't really interacted with her.
Paneru Yagyuu
Paneru is not even an acquaintance to Yukito, as he probably doesn't even notice the poor boy. But since Paneru is an older, class 2 student, Yukito looks up to him as a sort of "role model". Not to mention his kind personality, one that Yukito would try to adopt.
Other: Yes. The tag is right, he is a nerd. Just like me.
They ate Shoske! (What else did they eat?)</s>
<|message|>Kurisa Shuiji
Shiho@Phobos
Kurisa listened as Utaho and her lackeys spoke about what they were seeing, Kurisa looked at Utaho and he could see this shit was freaking her out just as much as was freaking him out. Despite her not really showing it he could tell...her body didn't lie and in a weird way it was somewhat comforting to see he wasn't the only one on the verge of loosing his shit. Kurisa let out a deep breath he seemed to have been holding unknowingly...there was so much going through his head right now and with Utaho and her lackeys putting some sort of trust in Kurisa's decisions it put a weight on Kurisa's shoulders...it was almost like they were trusting him with their lives and right now on surface he was somewhat calm but inside he was loosing his shit! "Fuck! Fuck! What do I do!? I don't want to get them killed with stupid decisions! Why couldn't that other guy pull super hero out his ass and take charge! Why...Why does it have to be me...why do they have to trust their lives to me! FUCK!...This is real now...I don't have time to regret this! If they want a leader or hell...just want to trust their lives with my decisions then I have to step up to that role...aslong as I appear calm, appear like I know what I'm doing...perhaps I can help calm them...but that's just appearances...god fucking forbid if they know how I actually feel..."
Kurisa looked down a little, his right hand gripping the broom handle, he could feel it shaking...then shoske began to freak out, Kurisa then walked up to Shoske and gripped his collar with his left hand and looked Shoske dead in the eyes "Calm the fuck down! I'm like you...I don't know what's going on...but panicking isn't going to help us, we need to think! I don't give a shit about what happened before between us...right now we fucking survive got it!? I'm sure you got family you want to see...we will fucking get out of here and we will survive this shit! I'm not ready to die to some fucking psycho's!" Kurisa then let go of Shoske's collar...his hands still shaking a little as he tried to calm his nerves but Kurisa had only brought his own downfall already with his own words...the mention of family...Kurisa was sure his Father would be fine and even his mother...but his sister...she would of been at school...the very thought of how she'd feel in this situation almost brought tears to Kurisa's eyes.
Kurisa then turned to see the Prez standing back up, which caused his eyes to widen...what was going on here? he..he just died! the fuck was even going on!? this was like a Movie or something but the concept of what was happening was impossible to grasp and understand. Kurisa then took a deep breath as he spoke "Look...by the sounds of what's going on this is what is happening to people. They are being eaten and somehow coming back to life...but I mean look at him...does he look like the same know it all bastard he was before?...he isn't human anymore...I refuse to believe that. The way I see it, we are going to need weapons...cause I'm not fighting these fuckers with my bare hands! The Tech room is on this floor right? we should make our way there, barricade ourselves in, get what we can and then fight our way out...I don't see any other way...the longer we stay here, the less chance we have of surviving and I don't want to survive...I need to fucking survive. I'm sorry prez...even I didn't hate you enough to do this!" Kurisa gripped the broom handle with both hands as he then rammed the broom handle into the Prez's chest, aiming to pierce his heart...yet it was like it did nothing...he was still moving, trying to grab Kurisa "B-But I pierced his heart...he shouldn't be able to move...what the fuck!?" Kurisa then tried to pull the broom handle out, realising it was basically stuck in the guys chest. Kurisa then slammed his right foot into the prez's gut causing the broom handle to pull out of his chest and causing the prez to stumble back and fall into some others like himself, the few falling down the steps.
Kurisa then turned and looked at the group behind him "This is our chance...we are heading to that Tech room and now! The other way sounds like a death trap, even more so with no weapons to defend ourselves!...Utaho...make sure the other guy stays with us...I don't know about you but I feel a lot better knowing we have some numbers...let's go! avoid getting close to them and move your ass...keep your fucking wits about you to, they could come out of anywhere at this point!" Kurisa then began making his way towards the Tech room on the third floor, passing the Prez who was struggling to get up
Weapon: Broom Handle
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<|message|>Mi Kiyoshi
Mi stood, messenger bag at her side, a plank of wood in her hands as a 'thing' walked in. It approached Mi with strange steps, slowly headed towards the frightened girl. Mi prepared to hit the creature, she didn't want to call it human, watching it was it approached her. When the thing was close enough to hit, Mi swung at it. She hit it's head with a decent amount of force, but the thing did not falter. So Mi swung again. She heard a faint crack, the wood itself wouldn't hold up very much longer, and Mi wasn't doing a whole lot of damage.
Mi attacked the zombie repeatedly until it fell, Mi's wooden plank had broken as well. But, the thing had stopped moving. Mi had probably bashed it's head enough to do some damage. But her weapon was broken.</s>
<|message|>Megumi Hazekage
"What the-" Megumi's extinguisher was snatched away from her and replaced with a flimsy metal object, to white she simply tossed aside and scavenged the ground, exchanging her needle for a rusty metal pipe, conveniently palaces near the railing. The school must have forgotten of the item when they were replacing the fencing around the rooftop.
Now let's see who was here... Aki-the one who took her fire extinguisher-, her brother, Reiko, Ben, and Paneru. An odd mix, yet she couldn't argue.
As an approaching monster appeared, Megumi swiftly kicked her leg underneath it, sending it flat onto the ground. Using her weapon, she repeatedly smashed it against the soft part of its skull, which surprisingly gave away rather quickly. Her weapon had a few hits left to it, maybe. Blood coated the metal in a thing layer, and droplets of the liquid rested on her uniform, tarnishing its once crisp appearance.
Reiko had began barking orders at her sibling and Aki. She agreed with baracading, however letting one of those things live!? "What in the FUCK is your plan Reiko?" She asked. Hopefully... It wasn't to play scientist.
She had desired to aid in their efforts of closing the door, yet her brother and Aki seemed perfectly able to do so already.
Metal pipe|6 hits left yo</s>
| <|message|>Yukito Amamiya
When the two boys headed up the stairs, they were expecting to find survivors; but instead they found the undead. Yukito almost stumbled down the stairs, along with the zombies. But by some miracle, Yukito and Shingen were able to run up the stairs to the next floor. Maybe it was the speed of the zombies, or maybe it was just luck. But the two boys, mainly Yukito, were heading to the tech room just around the corner. "Come on, Shingen! We gotta get to the te-" But then he noticed that his friend wasn't really in the best mood, especially since he had a bite in his shoulder. When Yukito saw this, he instantly let go and checked how his friend was doing. "Hehe, don't worry about me..." The plump boy tipped over on his back, not really able to move. "Wh-when did this even happen? You didn't make a sound when I was dragging you on!!" A few zombies; the ones from the stairs perhaps, were coming to get them, and almost definitely eat them as well. "I didn't even notice it until you looked at me... I guess I'm tough, huh?" Blood was trickling out of his mouth, and it was pretty obvious he was a goner. "Just leave me here and kill me when you get back from the tech room. You don't want a fat zombie running around, do you?" Shingen managed a small smile, and Yukito nodded, heading to the tech room, internally mourning for his lost friend.
Yukito opened the door to the classroom, and with luck, there were no zombies inside, although there were some zombies still coming closer from earlier. All he had to do was find a weapon quickly and end Shingen's life as he wished. Yukito searched through shelves and drawers, until he came across a tool box. "Okay, which one to take..." He could almost definitely carry both a hammer and a crowbar at the same time, so he took both, one in each hand. He waited a few seconds, and gathered more weapons on the table, and looked at all of them, laid out for anyone else who came to the tech room. The young man Yukito was about to leave, when he saw two small groups of people heading to the tech room. He didn't recognize the first group, but he could definitely recognize Utaho, the bully and delinquent who often stole or had people steal his lunch and money. Honestly, this would have been a great time to kill her right then and there, but a weak person like him would probably get thrown into a crowd of the walking dead before a single blow could be dealt. "I guess I have to help them in..."
Weapon: Hammer/Crowbar
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<|description|>Kenny
Age:
18
Gender:
Male
Class:
3-A
Personality:
Kenny is...well majority of students and even teachers struggle to understand what he is. Kenny rarely talks, though his mask mostly makes what he says muffled. A loner is what most say or a freak by others since he's always seen wearing a mask or carrying around a metal pipe. kenny does keep to himself majority of the time, often skipping class to explore or hang out at his hideout. Yet, his appearance deceives others from seeing that he's actually pretty smart that even with skipping class, maintains A's and b's. He tends to spook other students for fun with his mask, which further gave him the look of a troublemaker, though is simply a curious person who enjoys reading and learning how things work.
Background:
Kenny had been given up for adoption since birth, having never known his actual parents. Due to his strange behavior; it was difficult to find him foster parents and was put through foster home after foster home over the years. As this went on, it grew to the point that he decided not to bother with making friends or even talking to others, which could explain why he had started covering up his face with hoods or makeshift masks.
Eventually, the teachers and adults gave up on trying to get him to stop with the masks and left him be. When able, Kenny would wander off to explore abandoned buildings or any nearby forests. Often choosing a spot where he would spend most of his time to study objects he was able to get his hands on or to read books that he found interesting. Reading from an assortment of items or weapon books as he was a very curious person who always wanted to learn
Not until he turned 15 did he finally get adopted; a father who worked as a simple garbage man and mother who was too lazy to work. His guess that they adopted him was simply to get child support money, which didn't bother him since he hardly spent time at the house, always off on exploring or at the small abandoned building that he turned into his latest hideout.
Upon entering the school officially, he was put in class a, something no one expected with the appearance of his. Only coming to class half the time and yet somehow able to turn in all assignments and maintaining top grades. Kenny made sure to learn self defense by learning how to use weapons like bats or metal pipes to keep the bullies off as he would train at the hide-out when he had spared time. Even working on building projects and thus took up shop class to improve his building skills.
Skills:
shop class- expert at building, kendo- average skill in swordsmanship, gym- works on his speed and and stamina.
Weapons:
-Metal pipe
two pocket knives hidden in each pocket
- in reserve at his hideout
Other: "They ate shoske!" *muffled mask words*</s>
<|message|>Megumi Hazekage
"Mn... Tch... Startlers... How about Giant Cocks because they keep fucking me in the ass....?" Megumi grumbled. She rested her hammer pipe over her shoulder and picked up her duffel bag which she so happened to drag along when she was practically kidnapped.
"Whatever, let's get going." She simply sauntered out the door and scoffed as her red eyes scanned the blank expression that Aki had honed... It looked rather smug, and it was rather annoying to see him act so childish in the midst of a world-wide panic. "I'm tempted to shove the end of my pipe into the hole of your dick, but instead I decided to save it for those cum guzzlers."
Megumi began walking down the hall, her stride was confident and upheld as she twirled her pipe. She turned her head to glance over at the environment, her eyes growing considerably soft as she realized that the landscape grew dark and tattered. It was the beginning of the end... "Hmf." She returned her attention to the hallway and continued on, waiting for Aki to at least say something back to her prior comments on dicks and pipes. Her vocabulary appeared to have grown more colorful over the course of the day, especially when she was angered.</s>
<|message|>Aki Okumura
Aki expected many things from a rich girl like Megumi. Being fucked in the ass by zombies was not one of those things. and talkign about shoving her pipe up his dick was another unexpected thing. Kick his ass maybe, but not his dick being rammed by a pipe. He stared at her quite confusingly, as he thought to have expected more "rich like I'm better than you speeches". He followed along with her and stopped for a moment to stare out the window at the landscape. It just looked dead, for such a short time it already went to hell. He thought about his family and slightly clenched his fist as he continued on.
Staring at Megumi, he rubbed the back of his head. What he was about to ask may get his dick hole rammed by a pipe but he couldn't help but be curious. "So... try not to turn your back to any of the... Giant cocks." Aki said sarcastically to her earlier comment about them butt fucking her. "Have to admit, didn't think someone of high standard would have such a vulgar vocabulary... Mostly a sex based one." Aki said as he walked ahead slightly, walking over to the stairs leading to the third floor and saw a couple of zombies walking up the steps. With the setup he saw a brilliant use of a textbook that would never be used again. reaching in with his left hand, he pulled the dreaded math textbook out of his bag and chucked it at the left zombies head. It didn't break it or kill it, but it did hit with enough force that it sent it sprawling down the stairs. The other one reaching the top of the stairs however, was the first victim of his wolverine claw hand, which Aki rammed into the left side of its skull. Piercing it quite easily, although it did hurt slightly to ram it into someones head with that much force. pulling the blades out it slumped to the ground.
Aki looked at the one at the bottom struggling to get back up and looked at Megumi. "Should I kill it, or will you be fine enough to not be fucked by one?" Aki said smirking slightly as he looked around to make sure nothing was creeping up on them.
Weapon: Make shift scalpel claws
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<|message|>Megumi Hazekage
"You have set expectations for Upper Class citizens? How stereotypical... I suppose colorful vocabulary makes things a bit more lively. Unexpected isn't it?" Megumi replied, shrugging her shoulders, "Rich children tend to be rebellious, in their own unique ways."
She remained rather calm, even as she watched Aki fumble around with two undead cock munchers. The young girl simply huffed and approached the one whom was currently fidgeting on the ground. The stench of rotting flesh had filled her nose, as if something has been left out in the sun for the maggots to feast upon. "I would never let this thing stick its scrawny little meat stick in my ass..." Megumi gripped the handle of her pipe hammer and slammed it down onto the back of the corpse's weak skull. Brain matter and blood was exposed, giving the new scent of fresh kill.
"They all probably have blue balls." She murmured, spitting on the bloody mess. "Keep moving, we're wasting precious time." Megumi snapped her fingers and continued on her way. The halls were presumably empty, however as the two traveled to the lower floors, the amount of reanimated corpses increased.
"So I guess we try not to scream for daddy's cummies, otherwise we get gang banged by them. We should put that sound theory of yours to the test and divert their attention, we can't waste weapons. You did it once before, correct? This will beat having to fight our way." As it had turned out, though the corpses had mobility, they weren't good enough to walk up the stairs unless they crawled or used one another as leverage. This must have been why most remained on the lower floors... Well... That, and they're pretty stupid.
Metal Piper-Hammer thing which will probably be tossed for something better in a post
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<|message|>Aki Okumura
"Well when one of those upper class citizens was just acting like he was better than me in every way possible, not even half an hour ago. Then yes I might be a little stereotypical. yet if you want to call it rebellion then fine by me." Aki said to her still trying to figure out how she could of been more calm a while ago, and now throwing fuck, ass, dick, and cocks around like it was the latest trend.
And that trend would only continue into scrawny little sticks and blue balls. But she did kill the once alive student now dead.... and dead again. Well at least one thing didn't change about Megumi, that was her still being a tad bit bossy. He was going to descend lower with or without her approval anyway. So he simply thought they were thinking the same thing.... About going lower, at this point he was sure she was thinking something dirty.
Getting closer to the third floor showed significant increases to the number of the dead, and hearing try not to scream for daddies cummies, otherwise they'd get gang banged was not helping his concentration. Yet the sound plan was going to be coming into play as she did suggest. Although he was trying to figure out a way that it would work, they would need a rather big noise and him just throwing his books on the ground wouldn't draw all of them, or at least a vast majority. He thought hard about what he could use for sound, and when he was about to make the ultimate sacrifice and turn his game system up to highest volume and toss it away. Someone, sounded like a male started to scream rather loudly. The reaction was almost instant, with the zombies looking around then limping off towards the sound. Leaving the north and east hallway clear for the most part, the west however was like a mosh pit. He had a feeling Megumi would have said something vastly different though.
Not wanting to waste the miracle they received he descended the stairs ramming his fist into the skull of one of the stragglers. Yet this time laid the dead student down softly. The screaming turn into howls of pain, which was a telltale sign of the student being caught and eaten. Motioning for Megumi, Aki started to jog down the hallway as he looked for next set of stairs downwards.
Weapon: Make shift scalpel claws
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<|message|>Yukito Amamiya
@Hebigami Shiho @other people that aren't mentioned in my post
"A-ah, okay... I'll try to look for them, I guess..." Yukito frowned. If his friends or "senpais" were dead, then he was fucked. No one but these strangers and acquaintances, who he barely knew other than Utaho, the delinquent. Hopefully she didn't notice him. By this time, Yukito believed that Shingen was dead, not being out of the room since he came in. "Wh-where are you guys headed...?" A group was all he needed to survive. As long as there was someone with him, he wouldn't be eaten by the 'things'. The young glasses boy picked up his weapons after the barricades were finished, and held them close. Even if this group was one of his only chances of survival, he still couldn't really trust them. He had to be ready. If not, then... he would be used as bait, and the zombies would have a meal. Scanning the crowd once more, he spotted the wound on Ami's ankle. 'Oh god... has she been bitten...?' He was about to speak up, when a conversation between the delinquent and her lackey rose up. The name calling? Yukito was not a fan of that. But when Ami died, he felt some type of relief. Relief that he wouldn't die, but also sadness that someone else died instead. Even if it was a slut. Yukito was also astonished, with a similar expression as on Kirari's face. He exchanged looks between the sobbing Kirari, and Utaho. "C-couldn't you have found... another way...?" He looked away, fearing what the very scary girl might do to him. But it was worth asking. Knowledge would also play a key part in survival. And that was definitely what he needed at the moment. The only downside was that he was showing to everyone new that he was meek and definitely scared.</s>
<|message|>Mi Kiyoshi
Mi was still scared, that was without a doubt. But with a foothold on these things, and how they work, Mi was more confident. She walked, avoiding corridors filled with them, heading for any humans left. With her two bags at her sides and planks in her hands she was determined to survive. And to see if anyone she knew was still alive. It would be awesome of they were, but hey, it ain't a perfect world.</s>
| <|message|>Kenny
Peering through the window in the door to see a few of those undead things crowded against it with their bloody, rotting hands rapping against the door. He could hear their muffled growls and groans as they struggled to get in to no avail, showing that whatever these things were didn't think nor were smart at all. So what exactly were they after? what drived them to do anything? Did they have any reason to eat flesh other than just to eat? All these questions and more ran through his mind as his curiosity of them grew and though he wanted to study them, now wasn't the time and so that would have to wait.
Turning away from the door to see kurisa and the girl who just by the look of her could tell she was antisocial like him. Taking a look at each of them in turn and saw that kurisa was the only one besides himself who was capable of handling themselves alone. The punk girl might of been able to, but with the event that had jsut played out between her and a friend that she seemingly had no choice but to kill just now likely left her emotionally unstable and whether she would come back from it was difficult to determine. He knew that such a person having just gone through such a thing was best alone for the moment, but the guy with glasses, being an idiot went and opened his mouth to ask a question likely to direct her anger at him.
Wanting nothing to do with that and moved away from them and swiped a bottle of water before grabbing the part just below the big part of the mask and unskrewed it. Removing it to slip the open bottle up it and took a moderate sip to state his thirst then returned everything in place.
Now the matter of getting out of the room and his gaze fell on the short male tying wires together. The guy looked like he was on the verge of panicking which was just dangerous and stupid with the current situation for to think those wires could possibly hold against anyone's weight was foolish.
He turned to study the room once more before spotting the cart and an idea came to mind. Without waiting to explain, Kenny had started piling objects onto the top and bottom parts of the cart then pushed it near the door. once it was in place, he worked to remove the barricade from the door then moved to kurisa to give his arm a pull to get his attention. Once Kurisa were to look at him, he would mime pushing the cart then moved his hands to imitate an explosion or things scattering. His plan, to ram through the door with the cart to send the zombies sprawling so that they could escape, so it was best for everyone to gather what they needed and to be ready to get out quick for they would have a short timed window before those things got back up to swarm them.
Done with showing what he was aiming for, moved to the left side of the cart and waited for kurisa to take the right side. He then pointed to anyone capable then at the door, when giving the signal the two would charge and the third person would open the door and long as everyone did their job they could get out.</s> |
<|description|>Aki Okumura
Appearance:
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Class: 2-C
Personality: He is a quiet one at first, seemingly having no people skills in the slightest. Whenever someone asks him a question he will for the most part just stand there with a blank expression. It's not like he doesn't talk however, it all depends on what you talk about with him. he may look like a typical arrogant person, but the saying"Don't judge a book by its cover" Will never ring more true than with this guy. Some of the reason he doesn't talk much has to do with what he likes and does, if he admits this openly, he knows that he is just asking for some ass to bully him.
Background: Born to a fairly decent family, they weren't poor or rich. They weren't hated or well loved, just a normal family with two sons and a daughter. Aki wasn't a kid who really played with the other kids, as he stuck more to himself, and his game system. While his older brother would hang out with all his friends, and his sister would gossip with her friends, Aki would sit by himself in his own world playing his video games. It didn't matter what game he played, each one was just another world to be absorbed in. This little feature made him have a passion in technology, and believe it or not he also began to like fashion and interior design from such ways.
Pretty much he was a guy, that other males would say was a little girl for liking what females would like. And he knew that this is what they would say as well, so he kept to himself for the majority of the time. However with his gaming, his grades would reflect his non studying ways, with him not faring very well in the majority and getting by, with lucky guesses. He did however have a knack for geography, for some reason he loved the subject and would regularly pass the assignments.
Skills:
Is quite great at geography, being able to answer most of the questions, simply by listening to the class(And some games actually have real geography lessons in them)
Fashion design may not be that helpful, but hey atleast you can be stylish even in an apocalypse.
Math… -does prayer- Lord please do us a righteous favor in banishing this vile thing from the world. -prayer failed- Damn. (Super bad)
Due to his gaming skills, and quick time events, his reaction time is pretty damn impressive, of course he always has the chance to slip up. (Semi skilled in)
Sewing……. Don't judge. Ya judge him, you keep them holes in your clothing! (Semi skilled.
Every other subject is pretty much laughable, since he is barely passing cause of luck. (Bad)
Weapons: N/a
Relationships/Friendships: N/a (Try to befriend him… IF YOU GOT DA BALLZ)
Other: "They ate Shoske!" ……. I care why?</s>
<|message|>Yukito Amamiya
Another day at school. That was at least from Yukito's point of view, if it was different for other kids then that was respected. It was between periods for him, a break known as "lunch" that was highly respected by the kids in his science class. He was sitting down on the large windowsill, eating the packed lunch that his mom made for him. Yukito's two friends were also sitting on the window, eating their food and seldom talking. "So, how was you guys' day?" Yukito had to look at his friends for them to at least reply, with either a small shrug or a shaking of the head. "So... what do you guys want to talk about...?" It was kinda boring, but that wasn't too out of the ordinary. "I don't really feel like talking, I just want to eat. Sorry." And just like that, one of his friends left his seat at the window. Yukito frowned, but it was probably inevitable. "How about you, Shinge-" The other, plump boy frowned, gave a similar response, and walked away as well. Yukito didn't even move. Did that mean he had no more friends? "If this day got any worse..." He swore under his breath, and finished up his food.</s>
<|message|>Kenny
tack
ka tack
tack ka-tack tack ka-tack
Clank!
The hallways empty with classes in session, allowing the metallic thumps of a ruler rolling along the lockers to echo. A single figure, alone walked down the long hallway. Rounding the corner to find a group of three girls, who decided to skip were chatting until they spotted him."Ew, its that masked freak."One spoke before the three of them giggled as the masked individual tilted his head in a curious manner while tapping the ruler against his leg. The girls had looks of disgust.'Why do they let in creeps like him. Just go away!'Another of the girl spoke in a harsh tone and waited to see what he would do.
Kenny simply stood there; mask hiding his expression or what he was thinking and the faint heavy breathing from exhaling the only sign that the person was indeed alive. Tapping that ruler against his leg, held by his gloved hand as he lifted his leg up forward. Taking a step forward, he started marching like soldiers in line while tapping the ruler along the lockers.
Tack
ka-tack tack ka-tack
Drawing closer to the girls with each step as the three started to back up into each other, fear evident in their eyes."h-hey...stay away...o-or we'll...we'll scream.'The foremost of the girls said in a shaky voice, but still Kenny kept marching. They closed their eyes, hugging each other; expecting the freak to attack them, though after noticing the tapping sound that had grown louder was now faint.
Turning, they saw that Kenny had marched right past them, acting like they weren't there to begin with."Come on...lets get away from this weirdo."The three walked off, while a muffled laughter could be heard from under the mask and he just kept on marching, right hand in pocket.
On his third year at the school and still the masked boy was an strange enigma to students and teachers alike. For he had appeared with his strange appearance of a heavy jacket and a gas mask with rabbit like ears poking out from the puffy hood. Countless rumors resolved around him as some thought the mask welded to his head through some accident. Others think he was hideously disfigured and didn't want others to see. It was only made worse with the fact that Kenny never spoke or bothered to try to interact with anyone as he kept to himself. Most avoid him anyway, making it hard to tell if he didn't bother or more that everyone was creeped or disturbed and wanted nothing to do with him. Stranger still, the fact that he was in put in A class and though he was known for skipping; yet, his grades were maintained an steady A. Students were lead to think he was threatening the teachers or bribing them, though it was simply that Kenny always seemed to turned in his homework.
A mystery was how most summed up the masked individual and he had no aim to correct or tell anyone otherwise. In fact, he preferred it this way as it kept bullies off his back. It was especially fun to scare or mess with classmates and sometimes teachers.
Humming under his mask as he marched on, stamping his feet against the marbled floor before spotting an empty classroom nearby. He came to a halt and turned or more spun his body around to let his arms dangle back and forth a bit. Gazing into the dark room, guessing the teacher had no classes today and peered down both ways of the hallways before making his way to the door. Upon finding the door locked; Kenny produced a paperclip from his pocket and adjusted it to into a makeshift lockpick and tinkered with the doorknob.
Doing so until a click was heard as he did another quick look around before slipping into the vacant room. Tapping the ruler against his shoulder as he strut his way to the teacher's desk and looked up to see a pull down map set up above the board. Doing a little giddy dance before pulling the map down then started tapping the ruler against it, acting like a teacher in the midst of teacher and shook his head in an obnoxious way as he did so. He finished with tilting his head left and right while motioning with his hand of a mouth talking non-stop followed by another muffled laughter. Kenny pulled and dropped onto the teacher's chair and spun around a few times, laughing beneath the mask before leaning back and propped his feet up on the desk.
Enjoying the quiet and solitude as he set the ruler down on the desk before reaching into his left pocket. From it, he withdrew a small notepad and pen; scribbling down a doodle of his main room teacher with a big head and wide mouth and stink lines coming from the body.
Muffled whistling, Kenny continued to sketch down silly doodles, passing the time until school ended.</s>
<|message|>Reiko Kanzaki
It was in the middle of geography class, when a polite knock sounded on the door of Reiko's classroom. All heads turned.
"Morning Ma'am. May we please see Reiko? Student council stuff," the boy at the door explained, offering one of his famous Student President smiles. He articulated 'student council' lavishly, rolling the words in his mouth. The silence that had blanketed the room upon Akiko's entrance was broken only by the sound of a lead breaking. It's owner had gritted her teeth, applying an ounce too much pressure on her mechanical pencil.
Reiko was working on an essay. And she disliked being interrupted from her work while her train of thoughts were chugging at full speed - especially not by student council members off on their errands with their heads held high, thoughts of self-importance clogging their pea-brained skulls. Their activities never failed to impress Reiko - for their sheer stupidity, that is.
"Here," Reiko announced and stood, excusing herself from class. What was it this time? A charity drive? Sports event? Another one of their fantastic, miserable attempts at cultivating 'school spirit'?
Outside, Akiko, along with a congregation of inbred mutants were waiting for her. The faces beamed.
"What is it?" Reiko asked, eyeing the colorful pamphlets they were clutching in their hands.
"Well!" Akiko begin proudly. "The year 4 Student Councillors have organized a blood donation drive, so we need people to help distribute the information booklets. Like, y'know! The time, date, place and stuff." Akiko seemed majorly pleased with himself. Reiko, on the other hand, was scarcely impressed.
"Okay, right." Reiko drew a pamphlet from a pile held by one of the girls. She held it up, scrutinizing the document with furrowed brows.
"This is wrong," she announced immediately, gesturing to the introductory paragraph. "It's not 'me and the Student Council'. It should be 'the Student Council and I." Reiko returned the pamphlet.
"Ah!" Akiko turned slightly red. "Right! I must have missed that out - accidentally of course. It was quite late into the night when I drafted that." He shrugged. "So, you'll help distribute these, right?"
"You're not going to change it?"
"Nahh, we've already gotten them printed."
"Up to you." Reiko motioned for a pile to be handed to her.
"Great!" Akiko exclaimed gleefully. Obnoxious potatos, was all Reiko thought, before she proceeded to make her rounds.
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It had taken her approximately fifteen minutes to complete the distribution of the pamphlets to the year 3 classes. Her geography class had already ended, and since the next class would be PE, she failed to see why she should be hurrying back. Instead, Reiko took a leisurely walk towards a dark, empty classroom situated at the furthest end of the hallway, with the motive of stealthily discarding her leftover flyers. No doubt, Akiko would raise up a storm if he found out that his precious work had been unceremoniously deposited, left to rot in trash cans.
As it turned out, the empty classroom was not, well, empty. Reiko had taken a step into the room only to realize that Kenny was there, seemingly having the time of his life.</s>
| <|message|>Aki Okumura
Another usual day for Aki, he attended class, didn't pay attention as beating the level in a game was far more important, and would get scolded. They never took his game systems, for no matter how many times they did, he always seemed to have spares on end. They decided it was pointless and never bothered, just gave him a warning and that was it. So when it came to a math class, he didn't even bother going as he knew the teacher would yell lecture him about his grades and nothing would change. So instead he went up to the roof and look at the sky and birds. "Ahh what a beautiful day, bird are singing. The breeze is amazing and the sun is shining. Perfect time to beat up enemies with Henry's good ol banter." Aki spoke to himself, sitting down against the wall to the entrance of the stairs pulling at a 3ds as he started his Fire Emblem game. It showed he played the game a bit as he had over two hundred plus hours logged into it. Having beaten it many times and replayed it to simply replay it.</s> |
<|description|>Aki Okumura
Appearance:
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Class: 2-C
Personality: He is a quiet one at first, seemingly having no people skills in the slightest. Whenever someone asks him a question he will for the most part just stand there with a blank expression. It's not like he doesn't talk however, it all depends on what you talk about with him. he may look like a typical arrogant person, but the saying"Don't judge a book by its cover" Will never ring more true than with this guy. Some of the reason he doesn't talk much has to do with what he likes and does, if he admits this openly, he knows that he is just asking for some ass to bully him.
Background: Born to a fairly decent family, they weren't poor or rich. They weren't hated or well loved, just a normal family with two sons and a daughter. Aki wasn't a kid who really played with the other kids, as he stuck more to himself, and his game system. While his older brother would hang out with all his friends, and his sister would gossip with her friends, Aki would sit by himself in his own world playing his video games. It didn't matter what game he played, each one was just another world to be absorbed in. This little feature made him have a passion in technology, and believe it or not he also began to like fashion and interior design from such ways.
Pretty much he was a guy, that other males would say was a little girl for liking what females would like. And he knew that this is what they would say as well, so he kept to himself for the majority of the time. However with his gaming, his grades would reflect his non studying ways, with him not faring very well in the majority and getting by, with lucky guesses. He did however have a knack for geography, for some reason he loved the subject and would regularly pass the assignments.
Skills:
Is quite great at geography, being able to answer most of the questions, simply by listening to the class(And some games actually have real geography lessons in them)
Fashion design may not be that helpful, but hey atleast you can be stylish even in an apocalypse.
Math… -does prayer- Lord please do us a righteous favor in banishing this vile thing from the world. -prayer failed- Damn. (Super bad)
Due to his gaming skills, and quick time events, his reaction time is pretty damn impressive, of course he always has the chance to slip up. (Semi skilled in)
Sewing……. Don't judge. Ya judge him, you keep them holes in your clothing! (Semi skilled.
Every other subject is pretty much laughable, since he is barely passing cause of luck. (Bad)
Weapons: N/a
Relationships/Friendships: N/a (Try to befriend him… IF YOU GOT DA BALLZ)
Other: "They ate Shoske!" ……. I care why?</s>
<|message|>Reiko Kanzaki
It was a pleasant, lovely afternoon - pleasant enough for Reiko not to be bothered by surprised yelps which had somehow found its way up to the rooftops from where she had came from. For a brief moment, she wondered if Kenny was still amongst the throng of mentally defective students in the hallway, but her mind quickly resumed back to dissecting the book before her.
A rapid few sentences later, she shut the book with an audible clap.
"Boring," Reiko muttered. The writing was abysmal, and she made a mental note never to read from that author again. It was a crime-based plot that gave away one too many glaringly obvious hints to its readers, and even that was an understatement. Or perhaps it was just Reiko being her typical, overly critical self. Books rarely held her attention for more than a few chapters, despite her penchant for reading. More often than not, Reiko found herself reading for the sake of sifting out excellent reads amongst thousands of other dismal ones.
Having caught sight of a student whom she failed to identify, along with the Hazekage siblings, it prompted the raise of a brow. It had been a while since Reiko last saw them. A half-smile crept onto her face as she recalled all their extravagant, rebellious antics during a few notable events which their parents had attended and brought them along. Their relationships were grounded on mutual understanding, and a general distaste for heirs of rich families who knew nothing more than to sip tea at prestigious functions, unanimously agreeing with whatever their parents commented on.
With a swift toss, Reiko's abandoned book went straight into a trash can.
"Greetings, my lovelies!" Reiko exclaimed. Her voice had switched gracefully into a smoother, more feminine voice a tad higher than her natural tone, executing an exaggerated but elaborate and graceful curtsy as befitting one of the sophiscated upper class.
"Kidding. That was disgusting." Reiko broke into a smirk and resumed her upright, polished posture. "How's your old man?"
Then, the door to the rooftop was cast open, revealing the figure of a dainty, feminine male with golden locks of hair even more lustrous than good ol' Kurogane's. Reiko would remind herself to prod the guy about it later. Meanwhile, she observed the newcomer. From the looks of his crisp uniform with its colours still bright and strong, Reiko inferred that he was a freshman. Usually, uniforms start to turn soft, lumpy and dull the further one progressed through his academic years. Along with his sunny disposition, the newcomer also came with a polite request.
"I'd definitely appreciate the assistance of helping me carry her there. I'd definitely owe you a favor for sure," he said.
Reiko blinked twice, instantly evoking a mental image of the route one would have to take to get to the nurse's medical center. She frowned.
"Well," she directed her words to Kurogane. "You could clean up after some year threes on your way there," Reiko said. "Knowing you, that is quite unlikely," she added.</s>
<|message|>Kurisa Shuiji
@Hebigami Shiho
As Kurisa waited to see what Shoske would do he suddenly gained a confused look as he heard an odd sound that was getting louder at a fast pace "The Fu-" Kurisa's eyes widened as a chair hit him from behind causing him to fall into Utaho which would have caused her to fall and ultimately Kurisa would have ended up on top of her. As Kurisa pushed himself up he realised what position he was in which caused his eyes to widen as he quickly leaped up and rubbed the back of his head, trying to play it off "Where the fuck did that even come from!?" Kurisa looked at the direction in which the chair came from to see nothing "Damn cowards. Tch!" Kurisa then turned his attention back to Utaho as he extended a hand out to her to help her up "Sorry about that..." Kurisa was still trying to play this off and yet in truth he was somewhat embarrassed...not even from being hit by the chair but landing on top of Utaho "I swear...if she thinks I'm some sort of perv after this I'm going to find the fucker who did this and murder him!" Kurisa had almost turned his attention away from Shoske but then again...after what happened, Shoske likely wouldn't have been running, more laughing</s>
| <|message|>Aki Okumura
Well they all seemed to be on the same side for the most part, with both of them studying something, Megumi studying the terrifying subject of Calculus. And Kurogane was studying..... Wait a second. Aki squinted a bit to see the cover of the book Kurogane was reading with his eyes widening a bit. Sun Tzu's art of war! To think he was seeing one with his own eyes, he could only imagine what brilliant strategies were in there. Well he let them do their thing, he however hardly ever studied, if at all, so he just went back to his 3ds, when a new person joined them on the roof, a person that only further outnumbered him. She seemed to know Kurogane and Megumi though, so that only made this worse for him, if Kurogane decided to say anything.
And then another person joined them, this one being a.....Aki looked real hard at them and tilted his head. Then saw them looking at Megumi and what he could assume was blushing. So for now Aki was pinning them as a male, a really pretty looking male. They also seemed to be requesting assistance from Kurogane which made Aki chuckle knowing that was an achievement in itself. Aki however kept that to himself, and looked back down at his game, when suddenly the screen went black. His game had died..... Aki remained silent then remembered he hadn't saved at all since he got up here. This made him sigh as he placed it back into his backpack, then quickly scooped something into his hands and positioned his backpack so that no one could see what he was doing without them walking up to him. In his left hand was a half done little badge of fabric. Having a white background and a chibi version of a bear cub on it. All he needed to finish was a leg and tail and he would be done. So threading the needle with brown string. He began working on it, looking up occasionally to make sure no one was coming.</s> |
<|description|>Megumi Hazekage
Appearance: Megumi takes the appearance of an average height girl with striking red hair and eyes with an ego to match. Her hair is rather long, yet well kept and constantly gathered up in pigtails or one long ponytail.
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Class: 2-A
Personality: Prideful to say the least, Megumi is extremely intelligent, calculating, patient, while simultaneously unwavering and iron-fisted. Megumi calls people as "pigs in human clothing," and justifies that the weak and foolish must be ruled. Due to her steadfast convictions, she also possess a natural charisma and ability to lead others. In spite of her pride, Megumi is shown to be pragmatic and determined, willing to cast aside pride and using whatever means necessary in order to secure victory, even if it threatens her life.
When first meeting her, she is cold and rather ruthless, just gazing upon her will send shivers down ones spine. Not only is she intelligent, yet she knows what to do to bring weak targets down, especially when those targets have a very low self-esteem. In some cases, she could be what you consider a 'Major Bitch'.
In spite of her behavior at school, she is not heartless. While very harsh and not very willing to tolerate failures, she does care a great deal for those who she manages to care about, such as her brother. Megumi has a small social circle, so most of the time she lingers around her sibling.
Background: Megumi was always a stuffy, if not brilliant girl. Born under the daughter of Izuma Hazekage, and sister to Kurogane Hazekage, she was put under speculation by both the press and by her family; although, by extension, her brother would be the heir, she would still represent the family in hindsight, in both business and in war; which she was expected to throw herself into once she became of said mature age. Her days were spent studying with her mother, a softspoken lady that didn't have much to do with her brother, Kurogane. She would often spar with her father and brother, although, whenever she entered the dojo, it was to the sight of Kurogane bleeding, battered and bruised, while her father goaded her in with only a stoic shift of the head. She blossomed underneath his teachings, and often tested her skill against Kurogane; whom she knew to be holding back insurmountable amounts of anger at her father's way of abuse and stress-relief. Every-day, she would help him, either with studying or medical attention, and every-day, he would do the same, straightening her form or giving her a round in a game of Shogi. Life continued on, with Megumi's creative mind allowing her to come out on top with anything she put her energy and time towards. Her relationship with her brother became her strongest bond yet, although it will surely be tested to it's limits in the time to come.
Skills: Megumi is talented in the field of math and engineering, though she is rather lacking in history and social sciences. Due to her great knowledge, she knows quite a bit of information especially pertaining to the crafting of items(Thinks like nailed in baseball bats, or simple weapons for defense, if she were to have completed her studies, Megumi would have learned a lot more). The young girl is a fight fanatic, she dabbles in hand to hand from the teachings her father and brother had given her.
She knows some medical treatments, like disinfecting cuts and bruises, but that's something everyone should already know how to do.
Friendship wise, she sucks at gaining trust from others since she is constantly brooding and upset.
Weapons: N/A
Relationships/Friendships:
Kurogane - Her older brother and someone she knows very well. He is the only person Megumi is actually willing to socialize with, mostly due to the fact that they are siblings.</s>
<|message|>Reiko Kanzaki
From her convenient position on the roof, Reiko had surveyed the impacts of the bombshell which had only a few minutes ago been dropped onto the entire school population. Her mind had wandered, blank as a sheet, all logical explanations evading her logic-loving mind. Shutting her eyes, Reiko allowed herself a couple of moments to mitigate the shock which had been dealt to her emotional state of mind. When she opened them, an obstinate, resolute look of defiance against their circumstances was all that glazed over her eyes.
A group of zombies had inadvertently started their advance on the living, and Kuro and Aki proceeded to intercept them. Reiko promptly retreated, opting to make herself useful by optimizing on her brains. The others can be left to capitalize on their brawns, something which Reiko sorely lacked.
Quickly, she scanned her surroundings. From what her keen eyes could pierce, it was evident that much of the school's compound had been overwhelmed. Additionally, the fact that the zombies had managed to trundle their way up to the rooftop suggested to Reiko only one thing: every single floor contained the infected. And that meant they would have to construct an ingenious plan to navigate their way out of the school – also of course, minimizing their group's casualties. Assuming all who were present now would be willing to stick together.
Aki, the gamer student. Kuro and Megumi, the Hazekage siblings. Paneru and Ben. Lastly – Reiko.
What were the odds?
Meanwhile, Megumi and Ben were both in immediate threat. Or not, she thought, instantly flipping her thoughts. She was confident that they could handle themselves, and with all the zombies successfully distracted by her schoolmates, Reiko saw her chance, and she took it.
With a satisfying bang, Reiko shut the door to the rooftop entrance closest to Megumi, Ben, Paneru and her. After which, she dragged the heavy trash can (the same one which she had threw her book in) and positioned it in front of the closed door, effectively creating a blockage.
Next up: The door to the last entrance at the opposite side of the rooftop.
"Kuro! Aki!" she shouted. "We need that door barricaded, immediately!" Then, a sudden thought occurred to her, and she rushed to Kuro, sensible enough to stop at a comfortable distance so that she wouldn't get in the way of the fight.
"We need one of them alive," Reiko said in a resolute tone. To her, it wasn't a request but an order. She hoped Kuro caught on to her unspoken intentions.</s>
<|message|>Kurisa Shuiji
Shiho@Phobos
Kurisa listened as Utaho and her lackeys spoke about what they were seeing, Kurisa looked at Utaho and he could see this shit was freaking her out just as much as was freaking him out. Despite her not really showing it he could tell...her body didn't lie and in a weird way it was somewhat comforting to see he wasn't the only one on the verge of loosing his shit. Kurisa let out a deep breath he seemed to have been holding unknowingly...there was so much going through his head right now and with Utaho and her lackeys putting some sort of trust in Kurisa's decisions it put a weight on Kurisa's shoulders...it was almost like they were trusting him with their lives and right now on surface he was somewhat calm but inside he was loosing his shit! "Fuck! Fuck! What do I do!? I don't want to get them killed with stupid decisions! Why couldn't that other guy pull super hero out his ass and take charge! Why...Why does it have to be me...why do they have to trust their lives to me! FUCK!...This is real now...I don't have time to regret this! If they want a leader or hell...just want to trust their lives with my decisions then I have to step up to that role...aslong as I appear calm, appear like I know what I'm doing...perhaps I can help calm them...but that's just appearances...god fucking forbid if they know how I actually feel..."
Kurisa looked down a little, his right hand gripping the broom handle, he could feel it shaking...then shoske began to freak out, Kurisa then walked up to Shoske and gripped his collar with his left hand and looked Shoske dead in the eyes "Calm the fuck down! I'm like you...I don't know what's going on...but panicking isn't going to help us, we need to think! I don't give a shit about what happened before between us...right now we fucking survive got it!? I'm sure you got family you want to see...we will fucking get out of here and we will survive this shit! I'm not ready to die to some fucking psycho's!" Kurisa then let go of Shoske's collar...his hands still shaking a little as he tried to calm his nerves but Kurisa had only brought his own downfall already with his own words...the mention of family...Kurisa was sure his Father would be fine and even his mother...but his sister...she would of been at school...the very thought of how she'd feel in this situation almost brought tears to Kurisa's eyes.
Kurisa then turned to see the Prez standing back up, which caused his eyes to widen...what was going on here? he..he just died! the fuck was even going on!? this was like a Movie or something but the concept of what was happening was impossible to grasp and understand. Kurisa then took a deep breath as he spoke "Look...by the sounds of what's going on this is what is happening to people. They are being eaten and somehow coming back to life...but I mean look at him...does he look like the same know it all bastard he was before?...he isn't human anymore...I refuse to believe that. The way I see it, we are going to need weapons...cause I'm not fighting these fuckers with my bare hands! The Tech room is on this floor right? we should make our way there, barricade ourselves in, get what we can and then fight our way out...I don't see any other way...the longer we stay here, the less chance we have of surviving and I don't want to survive...I need to fucking survive. I'm sorry prez...even I didn't hate you enough to do this!" Kurisa gripped the broom handle with both hands as he then rammed the broom handle into the Prez's chest, aiming to pierce his heart...yet it was like it did nothing...he was still moving, trying to grab Kurisa "B-But I pierced his heart...he shouldn't be able to move...what the fuck!?" Kurisa then tried to pull the broom handle out, realising it was basically stuck in the guys chest. Kurisa then slammed his right foot into the prez's gut causing the broom handle to pull out of his chest and causing the prez to stumble back and fall into some others like himself, the few falling down the steps.
Kurisa then turned and looked at the group behind him "This is our chance...we are heading to that Tech room and now! The other way sounds like a death trap, even more so with no weapons to defend ourselves!...Utaho...make sure the other guy stays with us...I don't know about you but I feel a lot better knowing we have some numbers...let's go! avoid getting close to them and move your ass...keep your fucking wits about you to, they could come out of anywhere at this point!" Kurisa then began making his way towards the Tech room on the third floor, passing the Prez who was struggling to get up
Weapon: Broom Handle
Hits used: 1
Hits left: 1
Throwable: N/A</s>
<|message|>Mi Kiyoshi
Mi stood, messenger bag at her side, a plank of wood in her hands as a 'thing' walked in. It approached Mi with strange steps, slowly headed towards the frightened girl. Mi prepared to hit the creature, she didn't want to call it human, watching it was it approached her. When the thing was close enough to hit, Mi swung at it. She hit it's head with a decent amount of force, but the thing did not falter. So Mi swung again. She heard a faint crack, the wood itself wouldn't hold up very much longer, and Mi wasn't doing a whole lot of damage.
Mi attacked the zombie repeatedly until it fell, Mi's wooden plank had broken as well. But, the thing had stopped moving. Mi had probably bashed it's head enough to do some damage. But her weapon was broken.</s>
| <|message|>Megumi Hazekage
"What the-" Megumi's extinguisher was snatched away from her and replaced with a flimsy metal object, to white she simply tossed aside and scavenged the ground, exchanging her needle for a rusty metal pipe, conveniently palaces near the railing. The school must have forgotten of the item when they were replacing the fencing around the rooftop.
Now let's see who was here... Aki-the one who took her fire extinguisher-, her brother, Reiko, Ben, and Paneru. An odd mix, yet she couldn't argue.
As an approaching monster appeared, Megumi swiftly kicked her leg underneath it, sending it flat onto the ground. Using her weapon, she repeatedly smashed it against the soft part of its skull, which surprisingly gave away rather quickly. Her weapon had a few hits left to it, maybe. Blood coated the metal in a thing layer, and droplets of the liquid rested on her uniform, tarnishing its once crisp appearance.
Reiko had began barking orders at her sibling and Aki. She agreed with baracading, however letting one of those things live!? "What in the FUCK is your plan Reiko?" She asked. Hopefully... It wasn't to play scientist.
She had desired to aid in their efforts of closing the door, yet her brother and Aki seemed perfectly able to do so already.
Metal pipe|6 hits left yo</s> |
<|description|>Megumi Hazekage
Appearance: Megumi takes the appearance of an average height girl with striking red hair and eyes with an ego to match. Her hair is rather long, yet well kept and constantly gathered up in pigtails or one long ponytail.
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Class: 2-A
Personality: Prideful to say the least, Megumi is extremely intelligent, calculating, patient, while simultaneously unwavering and iron-fisted. Megumi calls people as "pigs in human clothing," and justifies that the weak and foolish must be ruled. Due to her steadfast convictions, she also possess a natural charisma and ability to lead others. In spite of her pride, Megumi is shown to be pragmatic and determined, willing to cast aside pride and using whatever means necessary in order to secure victory, even if it threatens her life.
When first meeting her, she is cold and rather ruthless, just gazing upon her will send shivers down ones spine. Not only is she intelligent, yet she knows what to do to bring weak targets down, especially when those targets have a very low self-esteem. In some cases, she could be what you consider a 'Major Bitch'.
In spite of her behavior at school, she is not heartless. While very harsh and not very willing to tolerate failures, she does care a great deal for those who she manages to care about, such as her brother. Megumi has a small social circle, so most of the time she lingers around her sibling.
Background: Megumi was always a stuffy, if not brilliant girl. Born under the daughter of Izuma Hazekage, and sister to Kurogane Hazekage, she was put under speculation by both the press and by her family; although, by extension, her brother would be the heir, she would still represent the family in hindsight, in both business and in war; which she was expected to throw herself into once she became of said mature age. Her days were spent studying with her mother, a softspoken lady that didn't have much to do with her brother, Kurogane. She would often spar with her father and brother, although, whenever she entered the dojo, it was to the sight of Kurogane bleeding, battered and bruised, while her father goaded her in with only a stoic shift of the head. She blossomed underneath his teachings, and often tested her skill against Kurogane; whom she knew to be holding back insurmountable amounts of anger at her father's way of abuse and stress-relief. Every-day, she would help him, either with studying or medical attention, and every-day, he would do the same, straightening her form or giving her a round in a game of Shogi. Life continued on, with Megumi's creative mind allowing her to come out on top with anything she put her energy and time towards. Her relationship with her brother became her strongest bond yet, although it will surely be tested to it's limits in the time to come.
Skills: Megumi is talented in the field of math and engineering, though she is rather lacking in history and social sciences. Due to her great knowledge, she knows quite a bit of information especially pertaining to the crafting of items(Thinks like nailed in baseball bats, or simple weapons for defense, if she were to have completed her studies, Megumi would have learned a lot more). The young girl is a fight fanatic, she dabbles in hand to hand from the teachings her father and brother had given her.
She knows some medical treatments, like disinfecting cuts and bruises, but that's something everyone should already know how to do.
Friendship wise, she sucks at gaining trust from others since she is constantly brooding and upset.
Weapons: N/A
Relationships/Friendships:
Kurogane - Her older brother and someone she knows very well. He is the only person Megumi is actually willing to socialize with, mostly due to the fact that they are siblings.</s>
<|message|>Mi Kiyoshi
Mi was still scared, that was without a doubt. But with a foothold on these things, and how they work, Mi was more confident. She walked, avoiding corridors filled with them, heading for any humans left. With her two bags at her sides and planks in her hands she was determined to survive. And to see if anyone she knew was still alive. It would be awesome of they were, but hey, it ain't a perfect world.</s>
<|message|>Kenny
Peering through the window in the door to see a few of those undead things crowded against it with their bloody, rotting hands rapping against the door. He could hear their muffled growls and groans as they struggled to get in to no avail, showing that whatever these things were didn't think nor were smart at all. So what exactly were they after? what drived them to do anything? Did they have any reason to eat flesh other than just to eat? All these questions and more ran through his mind as his curiosity of them grew and though he wanted to study them, now wasn't the time and so that would have to wait.
Turning away from the door to see kurisa and the girl who just by the look of her could tell she was antisocial like him. Taking a look at each of them in turn and saw that kurisa was the only one besides himself who was capable of handling themselves alone. The punk girl might of been able to, but with the event that had jsut played out between her and a friend that she seemingly had no choice but to kill just now likely left her emotionally unstable and whether she would come back from it was difficult to determine. He knew that such a person having just gone through such a thing was best alone for the moment, but the guy with glasses, being an idiot went and opened his mouth to ask a question likely to direct her anger at him.
Wanting nothing to do with that and moved away from them and swiped a bottle of water before grabbing the part just below the big part of the mask and unskrewed it. Removing it to slip the open bottle up it and took a moderate sip to state his thirst then returned everything in place.
Now the matter of getting out of the room and his gaze fell on the short male tying wires together. The guy looked like he was on the verge of panicking which was just dangerous and stupid with the current situation for to think those wires could possibly hold against anyone's weight was foolish.
He turned to study the room once more before spotting the cart and an idea came to mind. Without waiting to explain, Kenny had started piling objects onto the top and bottom parts of the cart then pushed it near the door. once it was in place, he worked to remove the barricade from the door then moved to kurisa to give his arm a pull to get his attention. Once Kurisa were to look at him, he would mime pushing the cart then moved his hands to imitate an explosion or things scattering. His plan, to ram through the door with the cart to send the zombies sprawling so that they could escape, so it was best for everyone to gather what they needed and to be ready to get out quick for they would have a short timed window before those things got back up to swarm them.
Done with showing what he was aiming for, moved to the left side of the cart and waited for kurisa to take the right side. He then pointed to anyone capable then at the door, when giving the signal the two would charge and the third person would open the door and long as everyone did their job they could get out.</s>
<|message|>Megumi Hazekage
Though hope seemed rather dim, however when the male student screamed it allowed a small window of opportunity. She jogged lightly down the hallway, her attention focused on the things around her, especially on those that were moving. Megumi didn't spare a glance as a mass of those things consumed the poor student, yet his gurgling cries for help filled her ears... How pitiful it was.
As this went on, Megumi had realized how fragile these souls were... How sad and disgusting it was to watch them extend their hand for help, as if help was coming.
The young girl shook her head and slammed the end of her hammered pipe against the temple of a wandering corpse. The rotting pile of flesh easily went down and ceased its movement due to the immense pressure it received on its skull. Blood had already stained her weaponry, to the point where it would drip the crimson substance onto the once clean and empty hallways of her school.
'Were almost to the stairs...' She thought, 'Just a little more.'
As they continued on their way, she kept her comments to herself since she didn't desire screwing up their one shot of survival. The more silent they were, the more likely they lived.
Metal Piper-Hammer thing which will probably be tossed for something better in a post
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<|message|>Aki Okumura
The shouts of pain would continue on for a few more seconds before it went silent, which was a sign that the male had finally died, after a most likely horrifying death. In games, there was usually a new game plus where you have a chance to save those people, shitty part about this was that their is no redo's if you fucked up you were done. So Aki kept jogging along while Megumi used her weapon to dispose of one that got too close. In a few seconds they neared the stairs. Yet when Aki stopped in front of them, he nearly fell from shock. He saw around eleven or more of them starting to ascend the stairs.
Backing up a bit, knowing they would struggle for a minute or so, he looked at Megumi and whispered so to not draw anymore of them. "Well we can see if we are great gamblers and have one distract while the other takes them out, or we do the smart option and head for the stairs on the other side of school, only problem, we have to find a way around the herd over in that direction." Aki suggested reaching in pulling out his science and history textbook, and throwing them both down the stairs hitting two of them which caused the domino effect. It only bought them a few more minutes to decide what to do. "Their is also hiding, and again gambling they walk up here and past the door."</s>
<|message|>Takahiro Zev
How the hell did he get into this mess? For one reason or another Zev was back inside the building looking for survivors even though it was more likely that everyone else was dead by now, well at least the ones that weren't resourceful enough or just had plain bad luck. Either way he wouldn't be staying inside here for that much longer now. It was dangerous to be back inside the building, but then again everywhere else was dangerous. "And they don't understand why I hate Mondays." The tall, herculean blonde muttered to himself. Then he saw someone not familiar, but someone alive. "Hey, over here!" With new found energy he sprinted towards Mi.</s>
<|message|>Kurisa Shuiji
Ghetto fools!
Kurisa continued to sip his water as he watched Utaho dispatch of one of her lackeys, friends...whatever she saw them as. The way she had done it was pretty brutal but still...in a sick way it was necessary. To be honest...she probably had it better than the rest. While Kurisa and everyone else had to survive this shit, she was now in an eternal sleep. He then let out a deep sigh as he thought to himself. "How many times will we have to do this? What will become of us?...Can we be considered Saviours? or are we going to just become Murderers. We can try ignore this but it will come back to haunt us eventually." Kurisa took another sip of his water before screwing the cap back on and placing it down on the table.
Utaho then came over and asked Kurisa where they went next...well...there was only one way out of here. Kurisa wanted to say something to Utaho about what just happened but that'd be idiotic, especially with how she was...besides, He had never seen a soft side to Utaho and so he was unsure if he could do anything to make this bet-what a stupid fucking thought...make what better? the fact she just killed one of her friends? yeah...as if that will happen, still...if the chance came he'd try do something, anything to make sure she didn't go insane due to this...in a weird way Utaho was about his only friend in this room...hell this whole School. I mean they weren't chummy but still got along...most of the time "We get out of here...My dad owns a Garage in the city, perhaps we can make our way there...see if there is anything we can use. Like a car or something...Saves us walking and gets us around faster."
After he had finished speaking he heard Yukito speak to Utaho, asking if there was another way. Kurisa looked at Yukito almost giving a look to say What the fuck dude!? Like why would you ask that? If there was another way surely we would have taken it. Inside he knew Utaho would likely fly for that guy and Kurisa for once...prepared to stop Utaho from kicking the ever living shit out the guy. Even if He got hit it was better him than that guy...Kurisa could take it. That was when Kenny came over and pulled on Kurisa's arm, that was when Kurisa looked at Kenny and watched him mime some shit...it was a little difficult to understand but he got the rough idea. Kurisa then nodded and stood up from his seat as Kenny walked over to the cart. He then looked at Utaho and spoke just loud enough that really only she could hear "I know what you likely want to do...but just this once...Leave it. Let's just focus on getting out of here...if you still want to kick the shit out of someone later then you can kick the shit out of me. I don't give a shit...aslong as we get out of here now." Kurisa looked at her with a serious expression to show he wasn't fucking around right now...
He then took a deep breath and walked around the table and to the right side of the cart with Kenny, grabbing onto it. "Someone get the door and get ready...we're getting the hell out of here. We likely wont have long..." He knew Kenny had basically mimed this already but just in case no one understood mime Kurisa felt it was necessary to say the plan...at least the plan he understood was going to happen. The second that door opened they would be ready to take those fuckers down and get the hell out of here...</s>
| <|message|>Megumi Hazekage
"I'm not going to sit in a stuffy fucking room, nor are we going to throw one of us out there to get screwed by pixelated bukkake." Megumi replied in a rather stern voice, "We're going the other way, and hopefully something else can distract them... There has to be another set of stairs close by, there can't be only two." She ran a rough hand through her hair and turned around. She started a slow stroll back down the hallway as she thought about several different paths this decision could take.
At this point she had realized how trapped they were in this tiny environment, yet death could not be the only option for them. "This is bull... Why did it have to be here? Out of all the places, the apocalypse decided to start while we were all still in school..." If only they had been outside, or at home, where they at least had a chance to flee the dangerous area to a safe haven. Megumi had thought of this once before, yet she hadn't really delved on those thoughts and merely pushed it away. Now, these thoughts are really getting to her. What if her brother had actually died?</s> |
<|description|>Megumi Hazekage
Appearance: Megumi takes the appearance of an average height girl with striking red hair and eyes with an ego to match. Her hair is rather long, yet well kept and constantly gathered up in pigtails or one long ponytail.
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Class: 2-A
Personality: Prideful to say the least, Megumi is extremely intelligent, calculating, patient, while simultaneously unwavering and iron-fisted. Megumi calls people as "pigs in human clothing," and justifies that the weak and foolish must be ruled. Due to her steadfast convictions, she also possess a natural charisma and ability to lead others. In spite of her pride, Megumi is shown to be pragmatic and determined, willing to cast aside pride and using whatever means necessary in order to secure victory, even if it threatens her life.
When first meeting her, she is cold and rather ruthless, just gazing upon her will send shivers down ones spine. Not only is she intelligent, yet she knows what to do to bring weak targets down, especially when those targets have a very low self-esteem. In some cases, she could be what you consider a 'Major Bitch'.
In spite of her behavior at school, she is not heartless. While very harsh and not very willing to tolerate failures, she does care a great deal for those who she manages to care about, such as her brother. Megumi has a small social circle, so most of the time she lingers around her sibling.
Background: Megumi was always a stuffy, if not brilliant girl. Born under the daughter of Izuma Hazekage, and sister to Kurogane Hazekage, she was put under speculation by both the press and by her family; although, by extension, her brother would be the heir, she would still represent the family in hindsight, in both business and in war; which she was expected to throw herself into once she became of said mature age. Her days were spent studying with her mother, a softspoken lady that didn't have much to do with her brother, Kurogane. She would often spar with her father and brother, although, whenever she entered the dojo, it was to the sight of Kurogane bleeding, battered and bruised, while her father goaded her in with only a stoic shift of the head. She blossomed underneath his teachings, and often tested her skill against Kurogane; whom she knew to be holding back insurmountable amounts of anger at her father's way of abuse and stress-relief. Every-day, she would help him, either with studying or medical attention, and every-day, he would do the same, straightening her form or giving her a round in a game of Shogi. Life continued on, with Megumi's creative mind allowing her to come out on top with anything she put her energy and time towards. Her relationship with her brother became her strongest bond yet, although it will surely be tested to it's limits in the time to come.
Skills: Megumi is talented in the field of math and engineering, though she is rather lacking in history and social sciences. Due to her great knowledge, she knows quite a bit of information especially pertaining to the crafting of items(Thinks like nailed in baseball bats, or simple weapons for defense, if she were to have completed her studies, Megumi would have learned a lot more). The young girl is a fight fanatic, she dabbles in hand to hand from the teachings her father and brother had given her.
She knows some medical treatments, like disinfecting cuts and bruises, but that's something everyone should already know how to do.
Friendship wise, she sucks at gaining trust from others since she is constantly brooding and upset.
Weapons: N/A
Relationships/Friendships:
Kurogane - Her older brother and someone she knows very well. He is the only person Megumi is actually willing to socialize with, mostly due to the fact that they are siblings.</s>
<|message|>Yukito Amamiya
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Yukito's eyes were wide open. When Shoske pushed him back and took the punch for him, he cringed, staggering back. "Th-thanks... Are you okay...?" Instead, the other walked away, probably not hearing the glasses' quiet voice. Yukito gulped, a panicked expression on his face. There wasn't much he could do against the zombies, and definitely nothing he could do against Utaho (who was almost definitely extremely angry at him), or her white haired lackey. He quickly glanced at the recently killed girl's corpse, a shiver going down his spine. "I-I'm sorry... F-for saying that and for your friend..." The meek boy bowed his head, with his usual worried frown. Even though people were getting ready to go, Yukito hadn't even gotten through what was going on, not even Shingen dying. Stuck with these strangers in a zombie apocalypse also wouldn't be ideal; they probably didn't trust him. Maybe that was the main objective as of now, gain their trust. Another idea? Ditch them and go, but after thinking over the consequences, it probably wouldn't end out well. "I-I'm sure someone will find a cure, and no one will die to those things anymore..."
Yukito backed away, and sat in one of the workshop chairs. The boy frantically tried to remember any of his parents' advice; to help him, give him hope, or even confidence that he would make it out alive. "You can always do it, just work hard. Too much relaxing will make you fail." He just sat there, resting his weapons on his lap as he thought away. Occasionally, he took a look at the planning group, to see a time when he could contribute to it. "All I need to do is find Mi and Paneru, then all of us can go..." He frowned, and bit his lip. If they were already dead, what was he going to do then...?
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<|message|>Mi Kiyoshi
"Hey," Mi said hesitantly. Looking towards the guy who was heading towards her. Mi tightened her grip on her false weapon. She didn't fully trust this guy. Sure he was alive but was he nice. Or at least not a huge douche bag. She hoped that he wouldn't make a move on her bags. Sure Mi could try to get him a weapon but if he tried to steal her medicine. Then it would be over. That was her gimmick. It was what made her useful.</s>
<|message|>Megumi Hazekage
"I don't watch porn, I study it." At least that's what Megumi called it. She didn't necessarily watch it for the pleasure, but more so for her own twisted humor. Megumi found it funny that the actors would release such fake and obscene moans.
"But enough about sensual desires, I suppose we can pick up the pace." The young girl shrugged her shoulders and began a light jog. "Our location could either be a blessing or a curse. 1/3 of the population has probably been infected, maybe even more if it spread quickly enough to other continents. If you look at our flight statistics, business people travel practically endlessly, and multiply that with a bunch on a plane. It would all estimate to about 1,000 trips per airplane. It's even more with car. Now if you think about that with the virus, it would take at least 14 hours for it to land in America, and even less with Europe. If all of those people on a business trip were to have come into contact with the virus, it would easily spread and cause worldwide panic... We were not lucky, because most of the students have already died and it was all because of our need for race survival and carelessness. We would be better off anywhere else, because when you get down to it, we're just teenagers."</s>
<|message|>Aki Okumura
"Of course you do, next I'm going to find out Kurogane like pink items and rainbows when hes not around you." Aki said, mentioning the vast difference in personalities he had saw her have. Although now that he said it, he did have to wonder what Kurogane was like without his sister around. If she was tame and more classy with him around then turned into a vulgar spewing porn watcher without, then would it be crazy to think he would act different?
Well it didn't matter, he nodded in agreement to moving faster than slower yet then stared in confusion when she began doing that math crap. "I thought it was obvious that I'm shit at math, so I'm just going to guess and say, that you are saying we are pretty much fucked, in terms of humanities survival." Aki said, making her explained version more stupid for his own benefit. So when they came back to where they were before, a zombie was there shuffling around until he spotted the two of them and came growling towards them. Aki saw that this student must of been infected by getting his leg bitten, as his right leg had a large chunk of his flesh missing. So instead of further damaging his weapon, he kicked at the right leg hitting the bone that was showing, flinching when he heard the snapping sound of it. The monster did fall to the ground and that's when Aki would curb stomp on its head, only furthering to stain his pants red. When it stopped moving after the fourth stomp, he looked down the hallway where every zombie went down before towards the screaming student. He knew there was another set of staircases over there, but that was dangerous and stupid, so the only other hallway was the straight one they saw once they came down the stairs. "Well not much choices." Aki mumbled as he started his jog down this hallway.</s>
<|message|>Megumi Hazekage
"Kurogane is serious most of the time, and he's like... A mother bear?" Megumi mumbled. She shook her head lightly and continued on her way. "Well... Anyways, my prior statement dumbed down would be what you just said. But we're only fucked if we don't try hard enough."
The young girl watched as Aki disposed of the lone corpse in the hallway. This floor was presumably safe since most headed either up to follow the loud noises, or down to feast on the remaining students. Natural selection was on the tail of those who were weak.
"Pick the safest staircase and go, we don't have much time left!"
At the point, Megumi wondered if her brother had made it out alive. It had been so long already... He should've made it back to her by now. And what about the others? That Reiko girl and Paneru? They all could be dead. And the only reason why Megumi was alive was because she was dragged away at the right time. Soon, she would be leaving this school, and most likely without her brother.
"A fraction of us will make it out alive, so make this count."</s>
<|message|>Aki Okumura
"If we don't try hard enough? Easier said than done, were just teenagers what are we going to do? At this point all we can do is survive and hope whatever this is is blown away. Hopefully not blown away with actual bombs." As they continued on he couldn't help but look back and frown at her. "The safest one? No I thought one with a few dozen would be lovely. Of course I'm looking for the safest one." Aki said resisting from yelling that for obvious reasons. Luckily for them, they came across another said of stairs that was seemingly void of the zombies which made him pump his fist in victory, two floors down and two too go.
He carefully walked down them, and what he saw below was much more gruesome. He saw some fresh kills, that being the zombies eating some dead students, if he hadn't attended this school he would of been sure the color of the floors was naturally red. If things were going to be this packed, then they were going to need better gear or at least some weapons in case things went south. Leaning over to Megumi, so their voices were kept as low as possible. "Hey you are in the disciplinary thing right? Does that place have a meeting room? Maybe we can use some of the things you guys confiscate to use for distraction purposes, or something? At this point, we need distractions and a bit of them." It was worth a shot, either they needed an armory or they needed helpful distractions and he doubted they were going to have another willing case of student screaming and drawing them all away again.</s>
| <|message|>Megumi Hazekage
Megumi rolled her eyes and headed down the staircase which was presumably empty. She leaned against a wall, her body leaning back so that she was hidden from the view of the undead. The young girl looked over at Aki, nodding in reply as he mentioned the meeting room, which they ironically had. "It's on this floor, lucky for us. Follow me."
She made a small gesture with her hand and began moving down the hallway, going through the emptier ones and steering her way through various routes, practically going around the whole school just to reach the club room of her disciplinary committee. Of course, on the way they couldn't get away blood free, so a few hits were wasted on two stray corpses that just so happened to get in her way. Blood stained everything, even the students themselves. All Megumi could see was red...
"We're here." Megumi said. The young girl sifted through her duffel bag and pulled out a small key which she slipped into the doorknob of the club room. She slowly pushed the door in and let out a sigh of relief when she found it empty. Inside of the meeting room was an oak table with three chairs and a sofa lined with decorative throw pillows. Underneath the windowsill sat a second duffel bag with gym clothes that probably didn't smell too fresh and other items which were currently unknown to her.
"Make do with what you find."
Megumi emptied her own duffel bag onto the floor and examined the current items; An unfinished lunch, mechanical pencils, markers, school books, and fresh gym clothes. "I left my bokken at home, damn." At least she had another pair of clothes, this uniform was too flimsy as it is.
She took her sweatpants and slipped them underneath her skirt, making her feel much more comfortable and a little more protected.
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<|description|>Megumi Hazekage
Appearance: Megumi takes the appearance of an average height girl with striking red hair and eyes with an ego to match. Her hair is rather long, yet well kept and constantly gathered up in pigtails or one long ponytail.
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Class: 2-A
Personality: Prideful to say the least, Megumi is extremely intelligent, calculating, patient, while simultaneously unwavering and iron-fisted. Megumi calls people as "pigs in human clothing," and justifies that the weak and foolish must be ruled. Due to her steadfast convictions, she also possess a natural charisma and ability to lead others. In spite of her pride, Megumi is shown to be pragmatic and determined, willing to cast aside pride and using whatever means necessary in order to secure victory, even if it threatens her life.
When first meeting her, she is cold and rather ruthless, just gazing upon her will send shivers down ones spine. Not only is she intelligent, yet she knows what to do to bring weak targets down, especially when those targets have a very low self-esteem. In some cases, she could be what you consider a 'Major Bitch'.
In spite of her behavior at school, she is not heartless. While very harsh and not very willing to tolerate failures, she does care a great deal for those who she manages to care about, such as her brother. Megumi has a small social circle, so most of the time she lingers around her sibling.
Background: Megumi was always a stuffy, if not brilliant girl. Born under the daughter of Izuma Hazekage, and sister to Kurogane Hazekage, she was put under speculation by both the press and by her family; although, by extension, her brother would be the heir, she would still represent the family in hindsight, in both business and in war; which she was expected to throw herself into once she became of said mature age. Her days were spent studying with her mother, a softspoken lady that didn't have much to do with her brother, Kurogane. She would often spar with her father and brother, although, whenever she entered the dojo, it was to the sight of Kurogane bleeding, battered and bruised, while her father goaded her in with only a stoic shift of the head. She blossomed underneath his teachings, and often tested her skill against Kurogane; whom she knew to be holding back insurmountable amounts of anger at her father's way of abuse and stress-relief. Every-day, she would help him, either with studying or medical attention, and every-day, he would do the same, straightening her form or giving her a round in a game of Shogi. Life continued on, with Megumi's creative mind allowing her to come out on top with anything she put her energy and time towards. Her relationship with her brother became her strongest bond yet, although it will surely be tested to it's limits in the time to come.
Skills: Megumi is talented in the field of math and engineering, though she is rather lacking in history and social sciences. Due to her great knowledge, she knows quite a bit of information especially pertaining to the crafting of items(Thinks like nailed in baseball bats, or simple weapons for defense, if she were to have completed her studies, Megumi would have learned a lot more). The young girl is a fight fanatic, she dabbles in hand to hand from the teachings her father and brother had given her.
She knows some medical treatments, like disinfecting cuts and bruises, but that's something everyone should already know how to do.
Friendship wise, she sucks at gaining trust from others since she is constantly brooding and upset.
Weapons: N/A
Relationships/Friendships:
Kurogane - Her older brother and someone she knows very well. He is the only person Megumi is actually willing to socialize with, mostly due to the fact that they are siblings.</s>
<|message|>Kenny
Things were heating up a little with that punk girl punching at the guy with glasses only for the other short male to intervene and take it himself. Ironic how that same guy was gonna take a beating shortly before all this happen. It was only expected that everyone would be scared or freaking out with this sudden, dangerous situation they were all in, but unlike them it didn't really bother him as much.
Not like this was the first time he had to deal with surviving on his own; only this time it was the undead instead of being out in the forest and hunting for food.
Everything turned to shit real fast and would only get worse as time passed and they were all just students who never dealt with this kind of stuff. So what was there to do other than trying to survive? which was the only thing that mattered at this moment. To survive and get out of this school and...then what?
Well, he would think about that later, but right now he would at least help get this group out of the trapped room. The male with computer wires seemed set on climbing down from the windows and he had no intention of stopping him.
Adjusting the backpack to secure it on his shoulder then placed himself against the cart besides kurisa. They would have to be fast as he turned his head to kurisa and gave a noticable nod to show he was ready. He exhaled slowly then slammed his foot down, pushing the cart as hard as he could. The cart charged towards the door and just as someone opened the door, slammed into the small group of zombies surrounding the doorway.
The force of the cart knocked them back into each other, sending the rotting ghouls sprawling against the opposite wall or to slam onto the floor. A sickening crunch of bone from one of the wheels crushing a zombie's ribcage leaving it trapped beneath the cart and Kenny motioned for the others to get moving. He then turned left, heading the opposite direction of the others, running past growling zombies reaching at him as one had caught his pants and started to pull his disfigured face in to bite. Slipping the backpack from his shoulders, he flung it at its head, knocking it away then quickly ran on until he was free of them.
On he ran down the hallway, having decided to try and find Reiko and make sure she was safe before he would work on getting out of the school.
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<|message|>Megumi Hazekage
"Ah yes, I almost forgot." Megumi mumbled. She strolled over to the couch and began removing the cushions, revealing two more boxes of confiscated items. "These are for the more dangerous ones, brass knuckles and such since there appears to be affiliated gangs at the school." She explained, dumping the weapons into the floor. "Pick your poison."
Megumi and her brother would usually keep these items instead of turning them into the school themselves. They kept the weapons as trophies of sorts, that and they didn't want to start unnecessary problems in the school, such as murder, or gang fights. With the whole system now shut down, Megumi didn't have to worry about keeping all of these weapons anymore.
She slipped a knife into the pocket of her sweatpants and slung her duffel bag back over her shoulder. The redhead then removed her pigtails and bundled her hair into a messy bun so that her hair wouldn't get caught on anything, or grabbed. Soon, Megumi might actually have to cut her hair.
She tossed aside her school skirt and stretched in her pants, feeling rather free in them.
"So, how will we leave the school? Obviously we can't run off via foot, so a vehicle will be required to make an escape."
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<|message|>Aki Okumura
Sure enough they did have more hidden items, but what she pulled out seemed more like a black markets dealer den. She and her brother got all these weapons from students? This seemed like the school from the manga Beelzebub. Well he already had his scalpel claws, so brass knuckles were useless to him. That and they were more for stronger people who could actually crack a mans skull with one. Plus it gave them more chance to bite him. He held up what would look like a gun, but was nothing more than a toy, this made Aki looked up questioningly at Megumi before putting it back in the box.
After a minute of rummaging, he just took a pocket knife with everything else being really pointless. Unless he was winging something with enough force in itself, it was pointless taking blunt weapons. As he stood up he saw Megumi changing her hairstyle followed by tossing her skirt aside, which again gave a questioning look followed by a shrug as he gripped the pocket knife and went over to the door, opening it and with the coast mostly clear wrapped part of the duct tape around the air horn which released that loud ass noise instantly. Aki cut the duct tape, and like a grenade, threw it down the hallway, and closed the door. The noise was still pretty loud and so was all those growling noises that walked past the room and off towards the sound. Aki gave it a minute, since that noise was still going on and peeked out the door. Their hallway was clear, but the other one showed just how many would have torn them limb from limb. And people say supports were crap in games.
Aki opened the door and went away from the big herd that loitered the west hall to get towards the noise. Considering the stair case was next to his class's room he knew where to go, not without interruptions though. One of them stumbled out of the b class's room while another from the closest c class room. Aki pointed at the farthest zombie for Megumi to take down while Aki took out the closest one. When Aki went to jab the zombie stumbled causing his fist to miss. Aki stumbled back himself as the creature nearly bite him. It was enough of a fright he quickly checked to make sure. He again threw a jab this time hitting, and piercing through its eye and to the brain. He could feel the eye liquid on his fingers, which made him shudder as the zombie fell to the ground.
Weapon: Scalpel claws.
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<|message|>Megumi Hazekage
Megumi shrugged her shoulders when he didn't reply and simply followed behind him after sending out that little distraction-which was rather smart for someone like him-. She jogged down the hallway, making sure her feet didn't make too much noise as she went along behind her fellow student. With her pipe-hammer clenched tightly in her hands, she ran forward past Aki to violently swing her weapon upwards towards the shambling beast. The audible noise of bones breaking reverberated through Megumi's ears, playing like music as the corpse fell to the ground. With the heel of her shoe, she slammed it onto the exposed head. Brain matter oozed through the broken parts of skull and mixed with the rotten blood of the dead. "Ah fuck." Megumi gagged and placed the sleeve of her sweater over her nose to prevent her from inhaling the stench of rotting meat. It was as if gas was trapped in these things, yet it hasn't even been a single day. The biology of these things were so odd.
"All of their organs must have shut down... I wonder if they really need to eat flesh at all?" Megumi shook her head and continued on. Her fingers gripped the bottom of her pipe as she had realized how weak it grew, it was only a matter of time until it decided to break on her. "Just a little longer."
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<|message|>Aki Okumura
"Not sure on that, your guess is as good as mine." Aki replied, as he caught his breath a bit. Her earlier question still ringing in his head. At the moment he had no answers for it. He always got picked up after school, so if any vehicles were outside they were probably already taken. And if some were around then it would still be useless since the students would carry their keys around. And Aki knew for a fact he could not hot wire anything, and he doubted she knew as well. So while it may have been bad to think, he had to have hoped someone died behind the wheel of their car so they could take it.
"Lets keep going, were almost there." Aki spoke as he continued on down the hallway, it was good to know those air horns lasted a while as he could hear its faint sound still. They did reach the stair case and with nothing there he began to silently walk down the steps. With them now being on the first floor, all they had to do was get to the front entrance, hopefully Aki could save the air horn for then. "So even if we do make it out.. Where should we even go? Considering if were lucky enough to find a car with the keys magically in." This question showed he heard her earlier one, just showed he really had no good answer for it.</s>
| <|message|>Megumi Hazekage
"I suppose if we do manage to get out of this place, we should attempt to find somewhere to stay just for the night." She murmured, her shoulders shrugging as she headed down the stairs. "My house is far from the school, so even with transportation it would take quite a while depending on the stray cars and walls of corpses." Megumi scrunched her nose up as she thought about possible transportation and routes they could take. "We could break into a house, since there isn't any law holding us back anymore. And for transportation, we can either contact someone if the cell towers aren't down yet, or try to break into a car and pray that it would let out an alarm."
Her father had probably fled to safety, or hid in the comfort of his luxurious manor. For now, Megumi would have to roll with Aki and whoever else they run into on their way to temporary shelter.
"We can't stay outside for the night, so in the end we may actually have to resort in breaking in, or at least resting at someone else's home."
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Hits left: 4 plz</s> |
<|description|>Jason Stowe
Appearance: Jason is a tall young man, American by ethnicity. His skin is a fair olive color, neither tan nor pale, and his build/physique is about the form of a young man that was into sports and stuff before he left home, where he began exercising regularly. AKA, muscular, albeit not at a body-builder's level, since he felt that would be really, really gross. His hair is sorta messy, yet short, being black in color. It's not really something you write a paragraph over; short, messy, and cut lower on both sides. His eyes are a dark blue color, almost black in certain lightings. His attire, as seen in the pic, is rugged dark jeans, sturdy, dark brown, almost black boots. Those are the things he never changes, only washing them when necessary. Then, there are his tanktops/wife-beaters, which varies based on their level of cleanliness and scent. All are usually a light gray or something, he doesn't care. Then, there's his coat. Dusty, road-worn black, around knee-length, with a dark red interior. Unbuttoned, all the time, and the Union flag is sewn in on the shoulder. A gift from his grandma.
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Class: None.
Personality: Meet Jason...an asshole. Not really...but sorta. Eh, not really. Laidback and jaded, he's a pretty chill guy, seemingly not affected by this entire apocalypse. He carries himself with a natural confidence that befits someone of his stature in the world...eh, actually, his stature in the world's pretty shit all things considered, but he doesn't care. He's young, all things considered, and holds a lot of anger in his heart - probably from his past. Spite is a sin, and he sins quite often; Jason would leave you alone, in front of the zombies, a raw steak in your hands, if you piss him off enough, or if you're a bigger dick than he is. Quick, sharp wit - honestly, you won't win in an insult or word battle with him - he is rather neutral and 'Idgaf' with society, since he sort of left that whole life alone a while ago. This leads to him being quite apathetic and ruthless, but if something sticks, it sticks. He has a dark humor, although, despite the vulgarity of some of his jokes, it's also undeniably funny...in a morbid, 'I really shouldn't be laughing' way. Jason will not let anyone walk on him, and he's very rebellious to any designated 'authority' figures, which is why THE MAN banned him from a lot of smaller towns across the world. Something about graffiti and property damage. Hah.
Background: You'd like to know, wouldn't you? Oh...you would? Ah...it will be revealed in due time, Padawan.
Skills: Growing up in a very dangerous, ghetto neighborhood, Jason is a scrapper, through and through. Although he had never learned a rigid, noble fighting art, he was pretty damn good at just simply beating ass, rather than going through Katas or forms. His instincts are some of the best, and this, combined with his tolerance to pain, makes him an extremely dangerous fighter close-up, although he finds that using his fists against zombies are stupid, and usually just swings something hard at them to make 'em shut up.
Going past, this, he was in auto-shop back in school, and is an expert when it comes to rewiring things, fixing vehicles, and other grease-monkey stuff. This also goes hand-in-hand with his ability to drive stick, and other vehicles. Had to use a few guns in his line of 'work', so he's pretty good with those. A crack-shot, if you will. So, to put it in three words. His skills: Close Combat, Vehicle Repair/Driving, and Firearm usage.
He's not that bad at prolonged strategizing; throw him in a herd of zombies and he'll figure out a way to work it to his advantage, but plant him inside of a house, throw a map, and get some zombie figurines? He won't know what to do with it. Was never one for chess, after all. Similarly, he tend to piss people off; more specifically, rigid, authorative figures such as police officers and most of the people in Japan. His brusqueness when dealing with both living people and zombies can also turn a few people off, and not in a sexual way.
Weapons: He went through quite a few weapons, just grabbing whatever sturdy thing he could find as he traveled through this god-forsaken city. Right now, after holing up in a hardware store, to get some 'Gorilla Duct-Tape' for future needs, he found a machete and hammer. Well, a lot, but for the sake of lightness, he 'stole' one of each and got the Hell outta there.
Relationships/Friendships:
Melissa Twist - His childhood friend. They parted ways a few months ago, when he dropped her off at Canada for her sister's wedding. He has a feeling she's dead.
Ayyy bruh, they ate Shoske.</s>
<|message|>Kurisa Shuiji
people's following meh! <.< >.>
Kurisa continued to fight some of them off when he heard Utaho shout, this cause him to look down the hall at all of them now approaching "Shit! they are attracted to sound...that little fucker was actually right" Kurisa slammed his right foot into one of their chests causing it to fall back into others like it. So they react to sound? That means despite seeing us they couldn't? Fucks sake...Well maybe we can use this to save our asses.... Kurisa continued to run onwards as he then smashed the Wrench in his right hand into the side of another one of their heads.
As they were about to reach the corner one of the other people following called out about some of them being around the corner. "Got it..." Kurisa reached the corner then stopped as one of them stepped out from around the corner, Kurisa quickly reacted by slamming the hammer in his left hand into it's head. The hammer remained stuck within it's head which was a problem until got an idea that would bide them a little time...even if only a few seconds, it could make the difference between life and death.
Kurisa yanked it (giggity) over towards the other of it's own kind that were approaching down the hall and slammed his right foot into it's chest causing the hammer to rip out of it's head as it fell back into the other of it's kind, this caused them to all fall to the ground which stopped them coming from one way right now...but now to fight their way downstairs to the first floor! They were getting the fuck out of here! Kurisa began to make his way down the stairs, hitting a few of them on the way down...as he got a bit further down the stairs he saw the floor below which seemed emptier than the floor they were just on...clearly them breaking out of that class caused one hell of a noise because it seemed they had all made their way there...it was a good and bad thing...but may just have gave them the break they needed
Weapon: Wrench, Hammer
Hits used: 3, 3
Hits left: 6, 9
Throwable: N/A</s>
<|message|>Kenny
Kenny ran down the steps to the second floor and stopped for a second to catch his breath as he was panting from all the running he had done. His face sweaty beneath the mask and had to take in big gulps of air to catch his breath while scanning the hallways, lucky none were around at the moment. Just one more floor to go, but considered that since he was alone that he had to be more cautious since he had no one to watch his back. Any mistake or hesitation would likely cost his life and couldn't just go rushing around like he had been doing.
Waiting till his body had calmed down before moving to the next set of stairs to the first floor to see a group of zombies making their way slowly up the steps. Arms reaching forward as they fought to get over each other to get at him, though they were still only halfway up, too thick for him to run through. He looked around, thinking he could try and go to the other pair of steps but felt he had stayed in this school longer than he should of. It was then that an idea came to mind and ran over to a nearby trashcan which was mostly full and dragged it to the stairs before turning it to his side.*You fuckers ready for a strike?*He thought to himself, needing a good laugh before giving the can a push and watched it roll down the steps to smack into the foremost of the monsters and like a domino effect they fell over each other.
Kenny quickly followed after, stopping short of the first of the growling corpses and glanced over the railings to see the lower set of stairs was open besides a single zombie which had fallen behind the others.
Already some of the zombies were getting up, but he wasn't gonna stick around and wait around for them as he gripped the hammer firmly with his right hand. Bending his legs before hopping over the railings and just as the undead lifted his head to look up; met by the hammer smashing into its face and fell onto the steps, cushioning his landing with its body. With a lurch of his arm, pulled the hammer from its forehead and jumped down the last set of stairs with a grunt to see the hallway around him clear at the moment. He scanned the area to spot the cafeteria down the hall and thought taking the side exit would be safer than the main entrance where most of these things would likely be. Hitching up his backpack, started down the hallway, cautious of any stragglers when one suddenly burst out from a nearby bathroom. Nearly on him, about to get at his arm when kenny turned on the spot to slam his foot as hard as he could onto its knee and a faint crack could be heard as the zombie lost its footing and stumbled onto him, causing the two to fall. Kenny moved his arms over his face, claw part of the hammer facing upward shortly before reaching the ground, letting the zombie's face land on the hammer take itself out.
Blood spilled down onto the mask as it reeked, causing him to gag even through the mask. Pushing the corpse off with a grunt then got up, wiping some of the blood from his mask to clear the eyeholes.*Oh yeah, Kenny on a roll.*Doing a quick whoop whoop as he had to admit what he just did was impressive, but that was enough celebrating and spun the hammer in his hand as he ran his way to the cafeteria, thinking that even alone he was faring pretty well.
weapons: hammer, papercutter
Hits used: 2/0
Hits left: 7/10</s>
<|message|>Mi Kiyoshi
Mi walked. Unsure where to go. Was anyone she knew still alive. And is so, where would they be. Yukito. Where would he go. Being the nerd her was. Mi thought about it for a moment. And then it came to her. He would probably end up heading towards the tech room. And that would be Mi's new destination.</s>
| <|message|>Jason Stowe
A pebble sailed through the air like a bullet, nailing against the rotten head of a shambling zombie. As it twitched and groaned, dully turning it's now fluid-leaking skull around, a red and black blur dashed from the shadows underneath a large, precariously hanging AC unit embedded into the wall, a booted foot brutally nailing the zombie right in the face. "Grah!" The walker groaned feebly, blasting back onto the ground, where it skidded a few steps. Before it could shamble up, the same dark brown, hard-soled boot slammed ruthlessly into it's face. Once. Twice. Three times. In only a second, it was a smear of bloody paste on dirty cobblestone, brain matter falling from the boot's grimy surface. The figure straightened, glancing around once with dark eyes. He was a tall man, obviously not from Japanese origins, with short black hair and a long, worn, open black and crimson coat, along with a dirt-stained gray tanktop, torn, ragged jeans, and hard-soled boots. He was currently located in a random dirty alleyway, after climbing down from the roof. Where was he, even? In Tokyo? Was he even still in Japan? A quick glance down at the yakuta-wearing zombie corpse answered his mental questions.
"Gross." He growled underneath his breath, sliding up to the alley's cobblestone wall and slowly slinking towards the alley's exits. A quick glance out showed that the roads were filled with fleeting, shambling undead, and Jason quickly moved his head back into the alleyway, his grimace turning into an outright scowl as he adjusted the black duffelbag on his back. Quickly scrounging through the pockets, the young man smirked victoriously as he withdrew what seemed to be a small, nonlethal stick of firework dynamite, labeled 'Black Cat'. A common thing back in America, but exceedingly rare in Japan, it seemed. Good thing he stole a lot back in Mississippi. Licking his right, calloused thumb, Jason quickly pinched the fuse between his middle-finger in thumb, silently slamming the fuse and digits against the wall against his back. His fingernail scraped along with the trio, and the 'courier' grinned as the fuse promptly lit from the friction.
Sneaking forward, he let loose the Black Cat, watching as it sailed into his destination - a broken car a few dozen feet away. The firework exploded promptly, causing a small trail of smoke to leave the windows of the car with a giant 'bang', while the actual car alarm began blaring out it's annoying ringing. The distraction worked, however. All the zombies within the vicinity began making a clumsy dash for the ringing car, and as a zombie got too close to his spot, Jason moved quickly, slamming his elbow into it's face before swinging around and slamming it face-first into the wall, painting the cobble red and gray. Without pausing, he kept low to the ground, dashing away from the street as if the Devil himself was after him. First thing first...get the Hell out of the city, and get to higher-ground. Maybe find some food. Man, did he want tacos.
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"Fucking little house on the prairie."
Jason dutifully climbed the hill, eyes zeroing in on the quaint house up above. His breath came out in short bursts, and his eyes were glaring and focused as he finally broke the distance and leaped up on top of the grassy knoll. Breathing in deeply, he unsheathed his machete and rested it against the shoulder of his coat, walking forward confidently. At this point, he didn't give a shit if he died from some hostile fucker with a shotgun - if he, for some reason, managed to hide from the Japanese Nazis. Knocking quietly on the door - didn't want any zombies, after all, Jason put on his best grin - which came out more as a smirk, honestly.
"Yo...eh, Japanese-san-chan. Starving hermit out here." He didn't know much about honorifics, and he didn't really give a shit. Hopefully they didn't, either.</s> |
<|description|>Enron 'Dodger' Flynn
Age: 18
Role: Thief
Background: Enron 'Dodger' Flynn grew up on the streets of one of the western countries under the care of the leader of a notorious gang of pickpockets and thieves. After a theft gone wrong when he was 16, Dodger became a wanted criminal in the city he had lived in all his life, Dodger left the city and stole his way through 2 years and a continent before joining the party of travelers for a good caper.
Personality: Eccentric, witty, charming, and with a fondness for chess, the amoral kleptomaniac that is Dodger steals to live and lives to steal. He is a smooth pimp when it comes to the ladies and always enjoys a good caper.
Likes: Any form of stealing or sneaking, gold, jewels, writing, fishing, playing chess, confounding local law enforcement, stealing from snobs, people calling him by his nickname, attractive girls.
Dislikes: Guards, jails, bounty hunters, snakes, snobs, people calling him by his real name, wanted posters with his face on them.
Hobbies: Stealing, lock picking, picking pockets, chess, fishing, writing.
Habits: He's a habitual cheater (Save for when he's playing chess).
Skills and Abilities: Dodger is ambidextrous, combine that with his mastery over multitasking and he's unstoppable in certain situations. Having been a thief since he was 8, Dodger is an expert thief. If he doesn't want anyone to see him, then no one will see him. He knows how to make a variety of homemade gadgets, ranging from smoke bombs to grappling hooks. Enron is also an expert free runner, point him at a building and he'll be standing on it's roof in 60 seconds or less. Having been raised on the streets, Dodger knows how to fight, but that doesn't mean he can't fend off a well trained fighter if he was up against one. As his nickname suggests, Dodger is a master of dodging things. Arrows, axes, actual work, you name it, he can dodge it. Dodger was taught how to play chess by the gang leader who raised Dodger. Dodger enjoyed the game so much, he kept on playing it and eventually he became almost unbeatable when it came to chess.
Extra: Dodger speaks with cockney British accent. He's 6 foot 6 inches in hight and weighs 173 pounds. Dodger keeps a journal of the group's adventures, completely unaware of the fact that it is be the book he and his fellow adventurers will be immortalized in upon completion of their soon-to-be famous adventure.
Appearance:</s>
<|message|>Enron 'Dodger' Flynn
Completely unfazed by the feel of danger, Dodger sauntered over to Arte and returned her bow. "Pleasure to be makin' yer acquaintance, Arte" Dodger said with his most charming smile. "Dodger Flynn at yer service" Dodger said "I saw you send that armored idiot flyin', an' I must say that was amazing. Yer as powerful as yer pretty, if ya pardon the expression". Dodger then noticed the silver haired man and turned to look at him "An' who you be?" Dodger asked, speculatively eyeing the pouch attached to the man's waist.</s>
<|message|>Iwa Hoshi
Iwa, still standing around the remains of the carriage, watched everything as it happened. First, the dumb kids, then Aian, then Arte and this silver haired dude show up from nowhere. The hell is even happening at this point? Nonetheless, it didn't faze him. He continued to watch, waiting for his chance to either hit something or go somewhere that wasn't here. Of course, he definitely didn't want to go wherever these two were going to take them. Something bothered him about Arte's power and then there was the pretty speedy silver haired man. "Uhh, Dodger? Could ya step away from silver hair for a second? This doesn't feel right..."</s>
<|message|>Ersent 'Erva' Vadas
Erva smirked at the child she pinned, intent on leaving him here until he could free himself. That would teach him not to interfere with travellers. He was lucky he didn't get seriously hurt or killed! Upon the introduction of the two new people, the one with silver hair and the waitress, she drew back the string on her bow and levelled an arrow at them. They had dispatched the other man with such ease that they didn't seem ordinary. "Dodger why is it you seem to trust anything with a pretty face and bared shoulders? If you are seriously considering their offer, you're as daft as you are blind."
She drew the arrow back further in an intimidating fashion and barked at them, "Why is the chief waitress all the way out here in the wilderness? What reason is there for you to come here yourself and not just send a messenger?"</s>
<|message|>Albirth
"My, how flattering" replied the beautiful waitress to Dodger's words.
However the other party member doesn't seem to be as welcoming as him. It can't be helped, being randomly attacked by group of children and an muscle-idiot, one would expect this is some kind of bad joke. Iwa warned the curious thief to back off and Erva even aimed her bow at them. However, despite of Erva's intimidation, the waitress did not even flinched. She just continue to plaster the business smile of hers. Meanwhile, the silver haired man were taken aback but nothing more than that. Both of their faces were completely clam, despite the danger in front of them. To begin with, do they even count this as a danger?
"Oh, apologies for not introducing myself. My name is Gin, the manager of the place my wife had mentioned" the silver mam, Gin, calmly introduce himself. "I get your worries and concern, but fear not. We're people from the town just beyond this hills" Gin then faced backward, pointing to the direction where the adventurer party were actually going for.
"Wait a second, from the map we got, there aren't any town in this place, only a small village"
Arl finally speak out, taking out of the map they got in the previous town from the carriage. Gin then walk in and casually take a look at the map.
"Oh, about that, actually stuff happened and we do some renovation over the place. We will explain it along the way, please follow us"
Gin then approached the collapsed man, Aian, and slap him several time. After a shake or two, Aian finally woke up, confused of the current situation. After hearing some explanation from Gin, Aian finally stands up and approached the adventurer.
"I'm terribly sorry for my foolish action!!!" Aian shouted, loud. It seems this man don't even know what 'holding back' is. After that Aian approached the carriage and pushed it from behind. "Phew, now this should do it" said the man proudly after single-handedly pushed the carriage over the hole.
"Now then, shall we go"
After telling the kids to return home, Gin then lead they way to the town he mentioned.
After few minutes of walking you will see it. The town of Kastra, surrounded by beautiful green hills and flourish land. Being the main pathway to three nearby kingdoms, it often visited by travelers. This land used to be ruled by the merchant guild, being in full control of all market distribution. However, four years ago, a married couple visited the land and build a restaurant. Soon they joined the merchant guild, but after a mysterious incident all other members of the merchant guild went missing, leaving the husband, Gin, in charge. In the past four years, the land have massively grown. The place that used to be nothing but resting place for travelers now have become a destination to go to.
And being the center of all of it is Demon-Den Restaurant, owned and managed by Gin. Not only function as a place to eat, Demon-Den also operates as the town's Adventurer Guild where adventurers take on quests. Going to left wing area you will find equipment store where you can buy armor, weapons and more for adventurer to prepare themselves for quests. The second floor is an Inn where traveler rests to relieve their fatigue. Not to mention, there's also a doctor here. Seeing so many things in one place would make people wonder, just how can a simple restaurant that run by pair of married couple can achieve such a feat?
"Well then, I'm sure you all have lots of question in mind and we're obliged to answer that. But as apology allow us to serve you all with our menu, all free. Today special is our most praised, Omelet rice!"
The wife, Arte, happily announced.</s>
<|message|>Enron 'Dodger' Flynn
'Omelet rice' Dodger thought to himself as he brought up the rear of the group 'All for free too! This is certainly a nice turn of events, yes it is'. As the group walked through the town, Dodger slowed down to survey the more profitable targets of larceny the town had to offer and also to lift the occasional coin purse to give some company to the pouch that Dodger had stolen from Gin a while they were still on the road. All the while, Dodger kept a constant watch for guards and bounty hunters. It would be a terrible inconvenience for Dodger if he were to be spotted by a man/woman of the law while stealing from someone, and it would be an especially terrible inconvenience for Dodger if he were to be spotted by a man/woman of the law who recognized Dodger as the thief who had a 10,000 gold price on his head in the western continent.</s>
<|message|>Albirth
The married couple welcomed the adventurers into their proud restaurant. As the adventurers step their feet into the restaurant, they were welcomed by all the waitress inside. After leading them to their seats, one of the waitress hand out the menu. The food listed varies and the prices are considerably low. Apparently the restaurant brought all their ingredients straight from the harvest site nearby thus keeping the prices considerably low and ensure their freshness.
After talking to people on the counter, Arte approached the adventurers. "As I mentioned before it's all free. And also, there is an inn above so if you people are looking a place to stay, we're more than delighted to have you all in" Arte politely informed. Meanwhile, Gin pay no heed to his missing pouch or maybe he just didn't notice that. In the end, he never touched the subject. After deciding it's the right time to start, the manager, Gin straighten his posture and start his explanation.
"Well then, I'll first start with the reason they doing *cough* such thing..."
Just few days ago a young waitress in-training named Mau went missing when she went out on an errant. One of the kid in the town apparently sees her being carried unconscious by a man wearing black robe. Mau is a nice kid who liked by many, and Aian, especially, is very fond of her and take care of her like his own little sister. Hearing that she is kidnapped, he couldn't help but to take action. Since rumor about a bandit clan is famous around the area one of the kid proposed to 'ambush' them.
"Well, that roughly what happened. My wife and I have been looking for her actually, but we got our hand full with other thing"
Gin lower his head after he finish. However that is no concern for the adventurers. Now that they've arrived to a town, they able to take on get some money through quests from this town Adventurer guild and fill-in their resources. Furthermore, this restaurant is also an Inn so they've pretty much secured place to sleep.
Shortly after, a woman emerge from one of the room. She's wearing a white lab coat and has surgery equipment right on her wrist. Her appearance normally would count as that of a doctor, however in this world, nearly all medical treatment is done by magic making physical treatment mostly unnecessary.
"Oh manager, there you are. I just receive news from the southern hill, it seems monsters start appearing again around the area, hindering our people from delivering our order. And from what I heard from the chef, we're starting to run out of ingredients as well. I suggest we sent Aian to... wait, what happened?"
Noticing the wounded man, the woman couldn't help but to be surprised.
"Well, this is bad. Should I issue a request on the broad?"
By the broad it would be the quest broad where Adventurer take on quests. Since this restaurant also managed Adventurer Guild issues, the broad is set right inside the restaurant. Arl look over other party member. Even if they don't want to help searching from the missing girl, they will still have to take on quests to gather money for their next trip.</s>
| <|message|>Enron 'Dodger' Flynn
Shortly before the woman arrived, Dodger rose from his seat. "Order me some omelet rice an' call me when it comes" Dodger said "I'm going to 'ave a look around". With that said, Dodger began wandering around the building, stopping by the quest board to tare down the wanted poster of him, flirting with the more attractive waitresses*, and lifting the occasional coin purse/money pouch from customers/staff.
*But not Arte. A thief he may be, stealing married women ain't Dodger's thing.</s> |
<|description|>Iwa Hoshi
Age: 20
Role: Confident Shounen Protagonist Charismatic Hand-to-hand fighter
Background: Raised in an Eastern country by a master of martial arts known as Uncle, Iwa began training to be a great fighter at a pretty young age. Despite living a fairly hermetic life with Uncle, modern things were commonplace. In fact, most things that would be considered normal for a household were present. The only thing Iwa could not do was cut his hair. As Uncle said, hair was the only mortal thing that was equivalent to life. When cleaned of all the impurities, hair is beautiful and shiny, but when left untended hair becomes a mess of knots and filth. Iwa always took this to heart, but his guess as to way Uncle chose this metaphor was because he was a huge pervert. However, Uncle was also a skilled master of Muay Thai, Boxing, and several other hand-to-hand styles that Iwa never learned. Then there was his own style: Shooting Star. This style would become Iwa's main focus before departing from Uncle's house years later, but not before learning Muay Thai and Boxing. After almost two decades of training, Iwa decided he had spent enough time at Uncle's house and prepared to leave. His first order of business was a change of clothes and a haircut. For years he was only allowed to wear training gear and a kimono, so he switched things up (see below). After a not so heartwarming goodbye, Iwa set out to find work and was doing that before he met the group.
Personality: At first, charismatic, confident and brave. Later, I'll have him sulk down a bit (either through plot stuff or off-camera stuff) but for now and through most of the story.
Likes/Dislikes: Iwa likes fighting, having fun, candy, and being a service to others. He dislikes murder, criminals, and cheaters. Everything else is neutral or he just doesn't know he likes or dislikes it yet.
Hobby(ies): Iwa's hobbies are boxing, Muay Thai, and questing. Habit(s): Iwa's habits are like any other. For one, he cannot stop eating a star shaped candy. It's gotten better over the years to the point where he only eats three a day (four if a fight is involved). Next, he has a habit of overstating his opinion and saying what's on his mind.
Skill/Ability: Iwa is a very skilled hand-to-hand fighter. He know's boxing, muay thai, and shooting star style. He has a magical ability on his right hand that improves his punching strength tenfold.
Extras
Appearance: At the start of the story, Iwa styled the hair he didn't cut off into a pompadour. He wears a small, long-sleeved red jacket (think the jackets from AoT but not as doofy) a black undershirt, black pants and some grey and black tennis shoes. He's caucasian, has reddish brown eyes and black hair. On the back of his right hand is a pale, yellow star that is barely visible.
Power: His star-based ability that he uses alongside his hand-to-hand fighting does more than just enhance his punching ability, but these other powers won't become available until character development says it's necessary. This section will be updated when that happens.</s>
<|message|>Iwa Hoshi
Iwa, still standing around the remains of the carriage, watched everything as it happened. First, the dumb kids, then Aian, then Arte and this silver haired dude show up from nowhere. The hell is even happening at this point? Nonetheless, it didn't faze him. He continued to watch, waiting for his chance to either hit something or go somewhere that wasn't here. Of course, he definitely didn't want to go wherever these two were going to take them. Something bothered him about Arte's power and then there was the pretty speedy silver haired man. "Uhh, Dodger? Could ya step away from silver hair for a second? This doesn't feel right..."</s>
<|message|>Ersent 'Erva' Vadas
Erva smirked at the child she pinned, intent on leaving him here until he could free himself. That would teach him not to interfere with travellers. He was lucky he didn't get seriously hurt or killed! Upon the introduction of the two new people, the one with silver hair and the waitress, she drew back the string on her bow and levelled an arrow at them. They had dispatched the other man with such ease that they didn't seem ordinary. "Dodger why is it you seem to trust anything with a pretty face and bared shoulders? If you are seriously considering their offer, you're as daft as you are blind."
She drew the arrow back further in an intimidating fashion and barked at them, "Why is the chief waitress all the way out here in the wilderness? What reason is there for you to come here yourself and not just send a messenger?"</s>
<|message|>Albirth
"My, how flattering" replied the beautiful waitress to Dodger's words.
However the other party member doesn't seem to be as welcoming as him. It can't be helped, being randomly attacked by group of children and an muscle-idiot, one would expect this is some kind of bad joke. Iwa warned the curious thief to back off and Erva even aimed her bow at them. However, despite of Erva's intimidation, the waitress did not even flinched. She just continue to plaster the business smile of hers. Meanwhile, the silver haired man were taken aback but nothing more than that. Both of their faces were completely clam, despite the danger in front of them. To begin with, do they even count this as a danger?
"Oh, apologies for not introducing myself. My name is Gin, the manager of the place my wife had mentioned" the silver mam, Gin, calmly introduce himself. "I get your worries and concern, but fear not. We're people from the town just beyond this hills" Gin then faced backward, pointing to the direction where the adventurer party were actually going for.
"Wait a second, from the map we got, there aren't any town in this place, only a small village"
Arl finally speak out, taking out of the map they got in the previous town from the carriage. Gin then walk in and casually take a look at the map.
"Oh, about that, actually stuff happened and we do some renovation over the place. We will explain it along the way, please follow us"
Gin then approached the collapsed man, Aian, and slap him several time. After a shake or two, Aian finally woke up, confused of the current situation. After hearing some explanation from Gin, Aian finally stands up and approached the adventurer.
"I'm terribly sorry for my foolish action!!!" Aian shouted, loud. It seems this man don't even know what 'holding back' is. After that Aian approached the carriage and pushed it from behind. "Phew, now this should do it" said the man proudly after single-handedly pushed the carriage over the hole.
"Now then, shall we go"
After telling the kids to return home, Gin then lead they way to the town he mentioned.
After few minutes of walking you will see it. The town of Kastra, surrounded by beautiful green hills and flourish land. Being the main pathway to three nearby kingdoms, it often visited by travelers. This land used to be ruled by the merchant guild, being in full control of all market distribution. However, four years ago, a married couple visited the land and build a restaurant. Soon they joined the merchant guild, but after a mysterious incident all other members of the merchant guild went missing, leaving the husband, Gin, in charge. In the past four years, the land have massively grown. The place that used to be nothing but resting place for travelers now have become a destination to go to.
And being the center of all of it is Demon-Den Restaurant, owned and managed by Gin. Not only function as a place to eat, Demon-Den also operates as the town's Adventurer Guild where adventurers take on quests. Going to left wing area you will find equipment store where you can buy armor, weapons and more for adventurer to prepare themselves for quests. The second floor is an Inn where traveler rests to relieve their fatigue. Not to mention, there's also a doctor here. Seeing so many things in one place would make people wonder, just how can a simple restaurant that run by pair of married couple can achieve such a feat?
"Well then, I'm sure you all have lots of question in mind and we're obliged to answer that. But as apology allow us to serve you all with our menu, all free. Today special is our most praised, Omelet rice!"
The wife, Arte, happily announced.</s>
<|message|>Enron 'Dodger' Flynn
'Omelet rice' Dodger thought to himself as he brought up the rear of the group 'All for free too! This is certainly a nice turn of events, yes it is'. As the group walked through the town, Dodger slowed down to survey the more profitable targets of larceny the town had to offer and also to lift the occasional coin purse to give some company to the pouch that Dodger had stolen from Gin a while they were still on the road. All the while, Dodger kept a constant watch for guards and bounty hunters. It would be a terrible inconvenience for Dodger if he were to be spotted by a man/woman of the law while stealing from someone, and it would be an especially terrible inconvenience for Dodger if he were to be spotted by a man/woman of the law who recognized Dodger as the thief who had a 10,000 gold price on his head in the western continent.</s>
<|message|>Albirth
The married couple welcomed the adventurers into their proud restaurant. As the adventurers step their feet into the restaurant, they were welcomed by all the waitress inside. After leading them to their seats, one of the waitress hand out the menu. The food listed varies and the prices are considerably low. Apparently the restaurant brought all their ingredients straight from the harvest site nearby thus keeping the prices considerably low and ensure their freshness.
After talking to people on the counter, Arte approached the adventurers. "As I mentioned before it's all free. And also, there is an inn above so if you people are looking a place to stay, we're more than delighted to have you all in" Arte politely informed. Meanwhile, Gin pay no heed to his missing pouch or maybe he just didn't notice that. In the end, he never touched the subject. After deciding it's the right time to start, the manager, Gin straighten his posture and start his explanation.
"Well then, I'll first start with the reason they doing *cough* such thing..."
Just few days ago a young waitress in-training named Mau went missing when she went out on an errant. One of the kid in the town apparently sees her being carried unconscious by a man wearing black robe. Mau is a nice kid who liked by many, and Aian, especially, is very fond of her and take care of her like his own little sister. Hearing that she is kidnapped, he couldn't help but to take action. Since rumor about a bandit clan is famous around the area one of the kid proposed to 'ambush' them.
"Well, that roughly what happened. My wife and I have been looking for her actually, but we got our hand full with other thing"
Gin lower his head after he finish. However that is no concern for the adventurers. Now that they've arrived to a town, they able to take on get some money through quests from this town Adventurer guild and fill-in their resources. Furthermore, this restaurant is also an Inn so they've pretty much secured place to sleep.
Shortly after, a woman emerge from one of the room. She's wearing a white lab coat and has surgery equipment right on her wrist. Her appearance normally would count as that of a doctor, however in this world, nearly all medical treatment is done by magic making physical treatment mostly unnecessary.
"Oh manager, there you are. I just receive news from the southern hill, it seems monsters start appearing again around the area, hindering our people from delivering our order. And from what I heard from the chef, we're starting to run out of ingredients as well. I suggest we sent Aian to... wait, what happened?"
Noticing the wounded man, the woman couldn't help but to be surprised.
"Well, this is bad. Should I issue a request on the broad?"
By the broad it would be the quest broad where Adventurer take on quests. Since this restaurant also managed Adventurer Guild issues, the broad is set right inside the restaurant. Arl look over other party member. Even if they don't want to help searching from the missing girl, they will still have to take on quests to gather money for their next trip.</s>
<|message|>Enron 'Dodger' Flynn
Shortly before the woman arrived, Dodger rose from his seat. "Order me some omelet rice an' call me when it comes" Dodger said "I'm going to 'ave a look around". With that said, Dodger began wandering around the building, stopping by the quest board to tare down the wanted poster of him, flirting with the more attractive waitresses*, and lifting the occasional coin purse/money pouch from customers/staff.
*But not Arte. A thief he may be, stealing married women ain't Dodger's thing.</s>
<|message|>Ersent 'Erva' Vadas
Erva wore a look of disgusted confusion as she was brought in and made to sit at a table, having a menu slapped in front of her. She pushed it away with a growl. She didn't sign up to the Adventurer's Guild to sit around and nibble on fancy foods in a less than trustworthy restaurant in what she felt like was the middle of nowhere. She stood from the chair she was placed in and tromped over to the board, boots tracking dirt and mud all over the floor as her eyes darted over it, looking for a new job. She made her feelings about the entire situation known as she said, "I didn't come here to be wined and dined. I came to do jobs and get paid. Now, will we be headed to deal with these monsters over the southern hill, will we pick up something from the board, or will we be staying to eat. Personally, if the last option is to be the task, I will be waiting outside."</s>
| <|message|>Iwa Hoshi
"Don't worry, Erva. Monster fighting will come. For now, we have to eat. I, for one, am happy to have found a nice place to get a good, fresh meal before we have a ludicrously violent battle with hell-beasts and behemoth creatures from beyond the veil" Iwa calmly laid back, reading the menu and casually smiling. Despite his natural calm and his overwhelmingly sickening optimism, he was still pretty troubled. First, they're mistaken for bandits, then these two weird inn-keepers show up and give them free meal and board, now there's a missing woman? That can mean only one thing: Either they're evil and the party is getting ready to chow down on human flesh, or they're innocent and something even more convoluted is happening. Either way "I'll have the steak, medium well, your finest soup, and several sweetened rolls, please. Oh, an an omelet rice for Dodger." a meal is a meal, and he'll need quite a bit of energy if he plans on using shooting star style in the fight to come.</s> |
<|description|>Ersent 'Erva' Vadas
Ignore the modern architecture and tattoos.
Age:
20
Role:
Beast-Master / Ranger
Background:
Ersent was the wild child, the one that everyone thought was raised by wolves before her introduction into the village orphanage. Always the scraggly, unkempt kid in rags, even as she was taken into a family. She was raised to be the proper girl, but strayed when she found her call from the wild. Instead of learning to talk and walking straight like a board upon her head, she spent her time listening to the birds and running with the dogs, feet bare of elaborate ballroom shoes and dress dirtied by the woodland scenery. It was not long before she took up tuition with the rangers of her village, paying with her esteemed foster family's coffers, and truly took to the woods and streams like a creature in its habitat. She had a knack for it, becoming well-known as a soother of beasts, as if she could speak with them as she would a person. With a vehement disregard for proper manner and a lack of empathy for the upper-class, she flocked to the Adventurer's Guild, more than eager to be away from the life of an esteemed lady and make a name for herself as a great hero, just like in the tales.
Personality:
Rebellious, Sassy, Fiery, Determined. All words that Erva knows. Erva truly is a wild-woman in all senses of the statement. Eats what she hunts, sleeps beneath the stars and dresses as she pleases. She has a short temper and little patience when it comes to the problems of man, but when it comes to the animal kingdom, the world stands still. She tends to be factual and to-the-point with her views, lending itself to what turn honest comments into hurtful ones. Those looking for a warm, chewy center within her spiny shell may be slightly disappointed as they find she is bristles all the way down. She is able to hold friendships and relationships as well as any other, when her trust is earned. Competition can have a major allure for Erva, anything from eating to running to marksmanship, if someone challenges her, its is nearly impossible for her to turn down the challenge.
Likes:
Hunting, Natural environments, Traveling, Camping, Honesty, Archery, Competition, Most foods, Wildlife.
Dislikes:
Urban environments, Lies, Tight spaces, Noble folk, Waiting, Being bested.
Hobby(ies):
Archery, Exploring the wilds, Hunting, Making small trinkets from refuse and natural ingredients.
Habit(s):
Has a habit of wandering off to look as she pleases, can be absent-minded when her interest is drawn. Tends to fletch arrows or wind new bowstrings when nervous.
Skill/Ability: Erva is an artist with the bow and arrow, able to pin a pigeon in the eye from a league away and loose an arrow faster than a bolt of lightning, or so she boasts. The truth to that fact is arguable, but she is definitely a very good archer. She crafts her own arrows and such as well. She knows her survival and animal care skills well, being a trained Ranger. She can be rather acrobatic when she needs to be, but prefers the direct approach. Her most peculiar skill is the almost familial bond she is able to form with the wildlife that she meets.
Extra: She totes around a hardened wooden club for close encounters. Usually found in furs and leathers. Stands at 5'8" and weighs 134 pounds.</s>
<|message|>Enron 'Dodger' Flynn
Completely unfazed by the feel of danger, Dodger sauntered over to Arte and returned her bow. "Pleasure to be makin' yer acquaintance, Arte" Dodger said with his most charming smile. "Dodger Flynn at yer service" Dodger said "I saw you send that armored idiot flyin', an' I must say that was amazing. Yer as powerful as yer pretty, if ya pardon the expression". Dodger then noticed the silver haired man and turned to look at him "An' who you be?" Dodger asked, speculatively eyeing the pouch attached to the man's waist.</s>
<|message|>Iwa Hoshi
Iwa, still standing around the remains of the carriage, watched everything as it happened. First, the dumb kids, then Aian, then Arte and this silver haired dude show up from nowhere. The hell is even happening at this point? Nonetheless, it didn't faze him. He continued to watch, waiting for his chance to either hit something or go somewhere that wasn't here. Of course, he definitely didn't want to go wherever these two were going to take them. Something bothered him about Arte's power and then there was the pretty speedy silver haired man. "Uhh, Dodger? Could ya step away from silver hair for a second? This doesn't feel right..."</s>
<|message|>Ersent 'Erva' Vadas
Erva smirked at the child she pinned, intent on leaving him here until he could free himself. That would teach him not to interfere with travellers. He was lucky he didn't get seriously hurt or killed! Upon the introduction of the two new people, the one with silver hair and the waitress, she drew back the string on her bow and levelled an arrow at them. They had dispatched the other man with such ease that they didn't seem ordinary. "Dodger why is it you seem to trust anything with a pretty face and bared shoulders? If you are seriously considering their offer, you're as daft as you are blind."
She drew the arrow back further in an intimidating fashion and barked at them, "Why is the chief waitress all the way out here in the wilderness? What reason is there for you to come here yourself and not just send a messenger?"</s>
<|message|>Albirth
"My, how flattering" replied the beautiful waitress to Dodger's words.
However the other party member doesn't seem to be as welcoming as him. It can't be helped, being randomly attacked by group of children and an muscle-idiot, one would expect this is some kind of bad joke. Iwa warned the curious thief to back off and Erva even aimed her bow at them. However, despite of Erva's intimidation, the waitress did not even flinched. She just continue to plaster the business smile of hers. Meanwhile, the silver haired man were taken aback but nothing more than that. Both of their faces were completely clam, despite the danger in front of them. To begin with, do they even count this as a danger?
"Oh, apologies for not introducing myself. My name is Gin, the manager of the place my wife had mentioned" the silver mam, Gin, calmly introduce himself. "I get your worries and concern, but fear not. We're people from the town just beyond this hills" Gin then faced backward, pointing to the direction where the adventurer party were actually going for.
"Wait a second, from the map we got, there aren't any town in this place, only a small village"
Arl finally speak out, taking out of the map they got in the previous town from the carriage. Gin then walk in and casually take a look at the map.
"Oh, about that, actually stuff happened and we do some renovation over the place. We will explain it along the way, please follow us"
Gin then approached the collapsed man, Aian, and slap him several time. After a shake or two, Aian finally woke up, confused of the current situation. After hearing some explanation from Gin, Aian finally stands up and approached the adventurer.
"I'm terribly sorry for my foolish action!!!" Aian shouted, loud. It seems this man don't even know what 'holding back' is. After that Aian approached the carriage and pushed it from behind. "Phew, now this should do it" said the man proudly after single-handedly pushed the carriage over the hole.
"Now then, shall we go"
After telling the kids to return home, Gin then lead they way to the town he mentioned.
After few minutes of walking you will see it. The town of Kastra, surrounded by beautiful green hills and flourish land. Being the main pathway to three nearby kingdoms, it often visited by travelers. This land used to be ruled by the merchant guild, being in full control of all market distribution. However, four years ago, a married couple visited the land and build a restaurant. Soon they joined the merchant guild, but after a mysterious incident all other members of the merchant guild went missing, leaving the husband, Gin, in charge. In the past four years, the land have massively grown. The place that used to be nothing but resting place for travelers now have become a destination to go to.
And being the center of all of it is Demon-Den Restaurant, owned and managed by Gin. Not only function as a place to eat, Demon-Den also operates as the town's Adventurer Guild where adventurers take on quests. Going to left wing area you will find equipment store where you can buy armor, weapons and more for adventurer to prepare themselves for quests. The second floor is an Inn where traveler rests to relieve their fatigue. Not to mention, there's also a doctor here. Seeing so many things in one place would make people wonder, just how can a simple restaurant that run by pair of married couple can achieve such a feat?
"Well then, I'm sure you all have lots of question in mind and we're obliged to answer that. But as apology allow us to serve you all with our menu, all free. Today special is our most praised, Omelet rice!"
The wife, Arte, happily announced.</s>
<|message|>Enron 'Dodger' Flynn
'Omelet rice' Dodger thought to himself as he brought up the rear of the group 'All for free too! This is certainly a nice turn of events, yes it is'. As the group walked through the town, Dodger slowed down to survey the more profitable targets of larceny the town had to offer and also to lift the occasional coin purse to give some company to the pouch that Dodger had stolen from Gin a while they were still on the road. All the while, Dodger kept a constant watch for guards and bounty hunters. It would be a terrible inconvenience for Dodger if he were to be spotted by a man/woman of the law while stealing from someone, and it would be an especially terrible inconvenience for Dodger if he were to be spotted by a man/woman of the law who recognized Dodger as the thief who had a 10,000 gold price on his head in the western continent.</s>
<|message|>Albirth
The married couple welcomed the adventurers into their proud restaurant. As the adventurers step their feet into the restaurant, they were welcomed by all the waitress inside. After leading them to their seats, one of the waitress hand out the menu. The food listed varies and the prices are considerably low. Apparently the restaurant brought all their ingredients straight from the harvest site nearby thus keeping the prices considerably low and ensure their freshness.
After talking to people on the counter, Arte approached the adventurers. "As I mentioned before it's all free. And also, there is an inn above so if you people are looking a place to stay, we're more than delighted to have you all in" Arte politely informed. Meanwhile, Gin pay no heed to his missing pouch or maybe he just didn't notice that. In the end, he never touched the subject. After deciding it's the right time to start, the manager, Gin straighten his posture and start his explanation.
"Well then, I'll first start with the reason they doing *cough* such thing..."
Just few days ago a young waitress in-training named Mau went missing when she went out on an errant. One of the kid in the town apparently sees her being carried unconscious by a man wearing black robe. Mau is a nice kid who liked by many, and Aian, especially, is very fond of her and take care of her like his own little sister. Hearing that she is kidnapped, he couldn't help but to take action. Since rumor about a bandit clan is famous around the area one of the kid proposed to 'ambush' them.
"Well, that roughly what happened. My wife and I have been looking for her actually, but we got our hand full with other thing"
Gin lower his head after he finish. However that is no concern for the adventurers. Now that they've arrived to a town, they able to take on get some money through quests from this town Adventurer guild and fill-in their resources. Furthermore, this restaurant is also an Inn so they've pretty much secured place to sleep.
Shortly after, a woman emerge from one of the room. She's wearing a white lab coat and has surgery equipment right on her wrist. Her appearance normally would count as that of a doctor, however in this world, nearly all medical treatment is done by magic making physical treatment mostly unnecessary.
"Oh manager, there you are. I just receive news from the southern hill, it seems monsters start appearing again around the area, hindering our people from delivering our order. And from what I heard from the chef, we're starting to run out of ingredients as well. I suggest we sent Aian to... wait, what happened?"
Noticing the wounded man, the woman couldn't help but to be surprised.
"Well, this is bad. Should I issue a request on the broad?"
By the broad it would be the quest broad where Adventurer take on quests. Since this restaurant also managed Adventurer Guild issues, the broad is set right inside the restaurant. Arl look over other party member. Even if they don't want to help searching from the missing girl, they will still have to take on quests to gather money for their next trip.</s>
<|message|>Enron 'Dodger' Flynn
Shortly before the woman arrived, Dodger rose from his seat. "Order me some omelet rice an' call me when it comes" Dodger said "I'm going to 'ave a look around". With that said, Dodger began wandering around the building, stopping by the quest board to tare down the wanted poster of him, flirting with the more attractive waitresses*, and lifting the occasional coin purse/money pouch from customers/staff.
*But not Arte. A thief he may be, stealing married women ain't Dodger's thing.</s>
| <|message|>Ersent 'Erva' Vadas
Erva wore a look of disgusted confusion as she was brought in and made to sit at a table, having a menu slapped in front of her. She pushed it away with a growl. She didn't sign up to the Adventurer's Guild to sit around and nibble on fancy foods in a less than trustworthy restaurant in what she felt like was the middle of nowhere. She stood from the chair she was placed in and tromped over to the board, boots tracking dirt and mud all over the floor as her eyes darted over it, looking for a new job. She made her feelings about the entire situation known as she said, "I didn't come here to be wined and dined. I came to do jobs and get paid. Now, will we be headed to deal with these monsters over the southern hill, will we pick up something from the board, or will we be staying to eat. Personally, if the last option is to be the task, I will be waiting outside."</s> |
<|description|>Ersent 'Erva' Vadas
Ignore the modern architecture and tattoos.
Age:
20
Role:
Beast-Master / Ranger
Background:
Ersent was the wild child, the one that everyone thought was raised by wolves before her introduction into the village orphanage. Always the scraggly, unkempt kid in rags, even as she was taken into a family. She was raised to be the proper girl, but strayed when she found her call from the wild. Instead of learning to talk and walking straight like a board upon her head, she spent her time listening to the birds and running with the dogs, feet bare of elaborate ballroom shoes and dress dirtied by the woodland scenery. It was not long before she took up tuition with the rangers of her village, paying with her esteemed foster family's coffers, and truly took to the woods and streams like a creature in its habitat. She had a knack for it, becoming well-known as a soother of beasts, as if she could speak with them as she would a person. With a vehement disregard for proper manner and a lack of empathy for the upper-class, she flocked to the Adventurer's Guild, more than eager to be away from the life of an esteemed lady and make a name for herself as a great hero, just like in the tales.
Personality:
Rebellious, Sassy, Fiery, Determined. All words that Erva knows. Erva truly is a wild-woman in all senses of the statement. Eats what she hunts, sleeps beneath the stars and dresses as she pleases. She has a short temper and little patience when it comes to the problems of man, but when it comes to the animal kingdom, the world stands still. She tends to be factual and to-the-point with her views, lending itself to what turn honest comments into hurtful ones. Those looking for a warm, chewy center within her spiny shell may be slightly disappointed as they find she is bristles all the way down. She is able to hold friendships and relationships as well as any other, when her trust is earned. Competition can have a major allure for Erva, anything from eating to running to marksmanship, if someone challenges her, its is nearly impossible for her to turn down the challenge.
Likes:
Hunting, Natural environments, Traveling, Camping, Honesty, Archery, Competition, Most foods, Wildlife.
Dislikes:
Urban environments, Lies, Tight spaces, Noble folk, Waiting, Being bested.
Hobby(ies):
Archery, Exploring the wilds, Hunting, Making small trinkets from refuse and natural ingredients.
Habit(s):
Has a habit of wandering off to look as she pleases, can be absent-minded when her interest is drawn. Tends to fletch arrows or wind new bowstrings when nervous.
Skill/Ability: Erva is an artist with the bow and arrow, able to pin a pigeon in the eye from a league away and loose an arrow faster than a bolt of lightning, or so she boasts. The truth to that fact is arguable, but she is definitely a very good archer. She crafts her own arrows and such as well. She knows her survival and animal care skills well, being a trained Ranger. She can be rather acrobatic when she needs to be, but prefers the direct approach. Her most peculiar skill is the almost familial bond she is able to form with the wildlife that she meets.
Extra: She totes around a hardened wooden club for close encounters. Usually found in furs and leathers. Stands at 5'8" and weighs 134 pounds.</s>
<|message|>Enron 'Dodger' Flynn
Shortly before the woman arrived, Dodger rose from his seat. "Order me some omelet rice an' call me when it comes" Dodger said "I'm going to 'ave a look around". With that said, Dodger began wandering around the building, stopping by the quest board to tare down the wanted poster of him, flirting with the more attractive waitresses*, and lifting the occasional coin purse/money pouch from customers/staff.
*But not Arte. A thief he may be, stealing married women ain't Dodger's thing.</s>
<|message|>Ersent 'Erva' Vadas
Erva wore a look of disgusted confusion as she was brought in and made to sit at a table, having a menu slapped in front of her. She pushed it away with a growl. She didn't sign up to the Adventurer's Guild to sit around and nibble on fancy foods in a less than trustworthy restaurant in what she felt like was the middle of nowhere. She stood from the chair she was placed in and tromped over to the board, boots tracking dirt and mud all over the floor as her eyes darted over it, looking for a new job. She made her feelings about the entire situation known as she said, "I didn't come here to be wined and dined. I came to do jobs and get paid. Now, will we be headed to deal with these monsters over the southern hill, will we pick up something from the board, or will we be staying to eat. Personally, if the last option is to be the task, I will be waiting outside."</s>
<|message|>Iwa Hoshi
"Don't worry, Erva. Monster fighting will come. For now, we have to eat. I, for one, am happy to have found a nice place to get a good, fresh meal before we have a ludicrously violent battle with hell-beasts and behemoth creatures from beyond the veil" Iwa calmly laid back, reading the menu and casually smiling. Despite his natural calm and his overwhelmingly sickening optimism, he was still pretty troubled. First, they're mistaken for bandits, then these two weird inn-keepers show up and give them free meal and board, now there's a missing woman? That can mean only one thing: Either they're evil and the party is getting ready to chow down on human flesh, or they're innocent and something even more convoluted is happening. Either way "I'll have the steak, medium well, your finest soup, and several sweetened rolls, please. Oh, an an omelet rice for Dodger." a meal is a meal, and he'll need quite a bit of energy if he plans on using shooting star style in the fight to come.</s>
<|message|>Albirth
Aian later taken to medical room by the lab coat lady. After taking note of everyone's order, Arte bowed and go to the counter, putting on the order to the kitchen. Gin, after expressing his gratitude for taking the request, walk to the second floor, resuming the work he had left earlier. It didn't took long for the food to arrive and Arl happily devour his meal. "Oi, it's here!" Arl happily call Dodger while munching the beef steak he ordered. Compared to other party member, Erva doesn't seem to keen about eating. 'Well, she probably will get better once we go out there' Arl thought.
Several minutes later, the lab coat lady approached them, bringing several sheet of papers. "These are the documents and data you need. It's an easy task, I need you to watch over the area for three nights up in the southern hill, we prepared a small Inn up there specially for this occasion. Just make sure monster to not get close to the field. Show your adventurer ID to the people there and they will prepare your place to stay" After finishing her explanation, the woman walk back into the medical room but then stopped and turned.
"I forgot to introduce myself, my name is Mirfi. If you got wounded or anything, go to my place here, I'll treat you all real good"</s>
<|message|>Enron 'Dodger' Flynn
Dodger returned to the table the moment he heard Arl's call. When Mirfi came to deliver the documents, she made the mistake of passing too close to Dodger. Once Mirfi had walked out of sight, Dodger pulled Mirfi's belt of surgical tools out from under the table and studied them. "A surgeon?" Dodger mused to himself before tucking the tool belt into one of the hidden pockets in his jacket, along with all the other valuable things he'd stolen in the restaurant. "Now 'ere's a fine 'ow d' ya do" Dodger said with an air of nostalgia "I ain't seen a surgeon since I left me 'ome city". Dodger then ate some of his omelet rice and smiled. "This is some good stuff" Dodger said happily "Tasty as yer birthday, it is".</s>
<|message|>Albirth
As happily as he chew the beef he ordered, Arl also concerned about his friend's "bad" habit. However Arl himself is not man of justice, as long he can get what he want he won't bother anyone. Even so he still impressed of the nasty thief's skill to 'collect' stuff so easily. Taking a quick glance towards the documents the doctor Mirfi had gave them, Arl quickly lost interest. Reading isn't his specialty, in fact he hates it. The only thing he can decently read is map and kid books, simply because it have illustration on them. Arl then tossed the documents towards Iwa who seems to be more suited for this kind of thing.
While all male party member seems to be enjoying their meal, the only female member, Erva, is outside, uninterested in simple free meal. As she waits outside the restaurant, a figure of a masculine woman shows up in front of her. That woman is pretty tall, around 180cm, wearing a light armor and a rather big sword. From the looks of it, she is adventurer just like them. She's accompanied by a group of man who seems to be her party member.
"That was quite big haul!"
Happily cheered one of the man, looking incredibly happy, same goes for other man. The woman in exchange, just lightly smile confidently, seems to be satisfied as well. Their conversation continue as they passing by.
"The newly discovered Zardan cavern is truly like gold mine. Rare monsters roaming around and their remnants are good stuff to sell."
"Indeed, we should thank Aian for finding the place"
"But still, having to order special menu at that restaurant for the information is just..."
"Can't be helped right, he can't go against that married couple"
"Yeah, I wonder why"
"Dunno, from what I heard he--"
The conversation fades away as the group walk further and further.</s>
<|message|>Ersent 'Erva' Vadas
Erva stood, her back against the wall beside the inn's front door. From the window she could see her compatriots digging into a supposedly 'free' meal prepared for them by complete strangers. She toyed with the string of her bow absentmindedly, making sure it was taut and secure. A triad of mice scurried up her leg and across the stretched hides of her armor, up her stomach until they came to rest at her shoulders. She spared a smile and a scratch behind one's ears before dismissing them with a sigh as she looked back inside. The situation was suspicious as a whole to her. She would wait outside, as she preferred, and watch the roads. She hated being cooped up inside anwyay.
It wasn't long before she saw another group of travellers heading up the road. Her keen eyes spied the one leading them. A woman. A woman warrior, slightly taller but much less athletic by the look of her. As she walked closer, it was plain to see that she was not equipped for the dangers and perils of the open road. Her armour was more of an adornment than a protective measure, and that made Erva's blood boil to no end. She looked down at her own armour. Tanned, stretched hide covering every inch of her body from neckline to toe, interrupted in crucial areas by sturdier areas of thick leather, all covering a light suit of mail for added protection. The only part of her body exposed was her fingers, to operate her bow.
One well-placed arrow could end the hoity tart's adventuring career rather suddenly if she didn't cover up properly. A fact that she made known, her harsh voice addressing them as they passed. "I suggest you get better adornments, miss. You look more like you're trying to put on a show than fare the open road. Outfit like that will get you a blade in the belly."</s>
<|message|>Albirth
Hearing the words addressed to her, the woman stops. She inspect the appearance of her caller and smiled. "No worries young miss, I'm fine just like this" She said, pushing her chest high to show her confidence. The men behind her seems to be used with this kind of thing and just simply watch over the conversation. "Furthermore, I'm not comfortable with tight clothing" she add. But even though she said that, that outfit of hers sure do not provide any additional protection, hardly qualify as an armor. However the woman still proudly proclaim that she's fine like that.
"My name is Ky. Ask other people about me, I'm sure they will answer you" With attitude of a famous artist, she walk off and her party member quickly follow. Was that just baseless-confidence or she's skillful enough to not rely on actual armor. Regardless whichever it is, her attitude is annoying in general.
Soon after a familiar figure shows up from inside the restaurant. It is the giant armored man, Aian. It appears he have finished his medical treatment just now. "It seems Miss Ky went off already. Too bad, I was hoping to talk with her again" the man said, probably speaking to himself.</s>
<|message|>Enron 'Dodger' Flynn
"Ya know what" Dodger said once he'd finished his food "Although all o' this stuff is free, I think I'll leave behind a tip for the jolly good service". Dodger proceeded to pull Gin's from a hidden pocket and place in the table. "Now if you'll excuse me" Dodger said "I'm gonna go explore the town". With that said, Dodger rose from his seat and left the restaurant.</s>
| <|message|>Ersent 'Erva' Vadas
Erva scoffed at the passing woman, Ky, and debated drawing back an arrow to plant in her exposed buttock, but held back on it. Better to not interact with the daft woman at all than to incur both her and her allies wrath. She shoulders her bow once more, checking her arrows at her hip before searching around for the mice once again. Nowhere to be found. Sadly. She let out a short sigh before turning to the newly emerged Aian. The man caused them all that trouble on the road, along with those kids. She spoke, tone sounding gruff and annoyed. "Why bother, the woman is thicker than a block of wood in the worst way. Show-boating tramp."
Dodger's emergence from the inn made her push herself from the wall, finally someone had come to their senses and pulled themselves away from the suspicious hospitality of the innkeepers. "Are we finally going to get moving? This whole accepting free food thing is bad enough as it is."</s> |
<|description|>Cole Hale
Age:27
Gender:Male
Race: Human ?
Nationality:Unknown
Personality:Cole is an unnaturally calm being, he doesn't really let things bother him, Cole also does not care for certain personal things that many find important. Cole is somewhat very dedicated to the job he has and doing what he feels is right, part of him always looks to the lighter side of most things, Cole has a certain type of charisma that draws in certain people of different nature, he has proficient managerial skills almost always having an answer for any question thrown his way, and a deal to make with someone that he deems worthy.
But Cole isn't just an office manger or the type of person that's going to run out on a good fight, Cole is a Expert marksmen, and he's adroit when it comes down to martial arts, Cole's body looks to be at it's physical peak, he is able to lift well over the maximum ton for a natural human being and can punch harder than one. Cole is very clever than most in his field of work, besides being able to set up deals almost all over the world, he is also help make the various weapons that he sells to people, Cole oversees nearly every operation that's set up and makes sure the weapons are to his liking.
-Report of Cole Hale from scraped together information collected by a spy-
This person that goes by the alias of Cole Hale, can be very charismatic when he approaches soldiers and non-combatants, he shows to both that he isn't a threat and gains their trust, after a while he will being to call the people he knows by strange, obvious, or annoying epithets that stick to people. He doesn't fight much and the moments he's been witnessed doing so, he executes his moves with flawless precision, and deft speed. If he can not be persuaded to stop arming the other forces, one of the best ways to possibly eliminate him would be through stealth and through possible poisoning.
Report found on the body of a dead spy crudely hidden in a dumpster
History: Cole nobody really knows Cole's past, not even the people who believe that they are the close to the man himself, the earliest notice of the guy goes back to when the weapon's company Akuma began and started stealing market from other weapon's companies internationally. Sadly for other companies that attempted to stop Akuma failed, and they either shut down or joined Akuma to keep their jobs, there are still competition for the company but the competition knows that Akuma is made to last, and plan on monopolizing weapons trade and manufacturing.
Cole's story began sometime when he was in his teenage years, he lived with his parents for a time before trying to run away, and when he tried to get out of the city, he tried to help someone being mugged but was gunned down in the process, he took four shots to the chest and one to the head. As he was dying the person that he saved returned the favor, fortunately for Cole the person he saved was doctor who infected herself with a symbiotic virus, in return for saving her, she infected him with her blood. Hours later Cole returned from the dead with his injuries healed in an abandoned warehouse.
At first when he was told he was infected with a virus, he panicked and questioned the doctor with many questions, and got little answers she told him that " You'll see the world differently now." Feeling agitated Cole left the doctor and went out on the streets. While he walked around the city, he felt different than he was before, he felt stronger, and felt apathy towards his own personal effects, he didn't even care about his own parents, when the feeling subsided he was different than he was when he ran away. He tried to return to school, but felt he didn't need to return.
Cole was a different person completely, in mind, then he changed himself in body by training vigorously with almost no stop. When he was done training his body, he was at his body's physical peak. When he revisited the doctor, she was surprised to see him change completely from what he was. She tried to take him to a group of biologist to show off that her virus works, the group began to supply the doctor and she paid off Cole to do test on him to see how the virus worked in his body, only after a couple of months of testing the group decided to let go of them both and stopped supplying the doctor. But fortunately for Cole he saved his money and used it to start his Company today now known as Akuma.
Weapons:
-Custom 44.Magnum with integrated laser sight, and scope
-Automatic pistol that fires 45. ACP bullets
-Panga Machete
Powers:
-Superhuman strength, speed, movement, and endurance
-Dermal Armor, his Virus blood can harden to the level of steel
-Organic manipulation, His virus blood allows him to alter his outward appearance, and make melee weapons
Equipment:
-Wrist mounted Grapnel launcher
-earpiece communicator
Appearance: Cole stands at the height of 6'2, with dark skin, and cool green irises, with a squared shape face with mature, handsome, masculine facial features. he has long snow white hair that stops at his neck and sometimes gets into his eyes, along with matching colored eyebrows, on his right cheek he has three scars that sit next to one another from an unknown creature. Cole has a slim but muscular mesomorph build.
Cole wears a slate grey turtleneck sweater, with a thigh length navy blue zip up trench coat, on his legs he wears a pair of hunter green cargo pants with visible stitches in certain areas, around his waist is a brown belt to hold up his pants, tied tightly around his feet are new looking black sneakers that come up to mid ankles, keeping his hands warm and protected are a pair of dark brown tough leather operator gloves.</s>
<|message|>Akimoto (typically goes by Aki)
The bombings stopped and the rebels were retreating. Aki sheathed his sword and reloaded his gun. Then he headed toward the cease-fire zone. He knew he would be late for the meeting if he didn't hurry. So he rushed to the meeting point.</s>
<|message|>Tovo "Omerta" Mirata
The sounds of combat faded as the rebels withdrew from the city. when the combat finally died down Tovo put his rifle on his back, checked his armor systems, and turned to head into the cease-fire zone toward the meeting point by the fountain when another armored figure rushed into the zone, one he hadn't noticed during the combat. he silently wondered if they were headed to the meeting as well.</s>
<|message|>Akimoto (typically goes by Aki)
Aki continued to run toward the meeting point. He didn't stop until he arrived there. Once he did he looked around to see if he saw the group but he only saw one person from the group there. So he walked over to him.</s>
<|message|>Cole Hale
As the waiting began to get longer and longer, Cole almost fell a sleep waiting for the others, it felt like the others weren't coming at all." Maybe this time around I get to save the day on my own, or they could have been killed in the warzones." Cole sighed and stood up putting his hands into his coat pockets. But then his hope for the team arriving was restored when someone showed up, the white haired man noticed Aki as he drew closer to him.
Cole turned to the well dressed person that approached him." Well I'm glad that someone came, but I just hope that it's not just us, taking down this big threat, I hope you don't mind, but I won't really get into what this is about till everyone else shows up, so I won't have to explain everything twice." Cole explained to Aki." My Name's Cole by the way." He added.</s>
<|message|>Titan
Heavy footsteps could be heard coming from the ceiling, they seemed to be heading towards the way Aki had entered, then a blur of movement could be seen as an armored being dropped down from the roof of the building and landed with a heavy thud. As the armored being stood up it turned around and looked to Aki and Cole while holding an assault rifle, as the armored being began to walk towards them it holstered the rifle on it's back.
"sorry I'm late..."
The armored being said to them as he stopped walking and stood near them.
"I hope we're not the only ones who made it through the warzone, whatever we're going to do might take more than three people"
It said as it crossed it's arms.</s>
<|message|>Marcus Grayson
The masked agent ripped his claws from the throat of a soldier, his pearled white suit had been covered in blood at the upper body as if a red mist came against him, blackened blood and lighter shades dotting his torso, his hands drenched and dripping the liquid. Panning behind him, his Phage-Hound viciously snarled as it tore into the mutilated body of a soldier, its hide was layered in a fresh coat of crimson red, its muzzle caked with bits of flesh and dried blood. Shredded and dismembered bodies formed a trail of destruction forged by this mysterious agent and his pet. The asphalt around the male was littered with bodies and painted in blood. "Good work, agent...conducting wire transfer, now.." The monotone female voice spoke, sounding to be a woman to be in her early or mid 30s judging by the voice. This stranger seemed to have a great connection on her side, who she was or what her motives were had yet to be seen or heard. But so long as she payed him as she did, he'd follow promptly.
The audible tearing of flesh was all but subtle in the section they had been in, that was when he noticed, things were finally quiet, thankfully the fighting had ceased, which meant he could go and reconstitute. "Agent, there is a small congregation of unknown persons in the area. Deal with it.." The stranger spoke, her voice was authoritative, like she owned him and all he could do was simply obey her, a silent nod was the only action of acknowledgement from him as he strode off, using the still standing buildings to get to his targets faster. His trusted hound followed street level, his eyes locked onto four humanoid shapes. You have your orders, agent...terminate. The stranger ordered the agent, who obeyed without question, silently dropping to the asphalt with a silent thud. He and his hound began to approach the group.</s>
<|message|>Akimoto (typically goes by Aki)
Aki nodded to what Cole said. Then a thud came from beside Aki and the man who made the thud walked over toward him and Cole. He looked at the man in the armor and said "I agree there should be more people coming. I am Aki btw nice to meet you both." He looked at Cole and said "I'm also sorry for being late."</s>
<|message|>Cole Hale
When the heavy guy dropped the sound of him concealed the stranger's presence, but it didn't cover the smell of blood that lingered on him and his hound, Cole acted nonchalant and kept his cool." Nice to meet you two, Name's Cole big guy, and I agree, I hope it's not just us. But if it is then we'll need to end this quickly." Cole told the two.
The second the stranger and his hound began to get closer to them, Cole spun around to them and aimed his grapnel launcher at the hound and launched the titanium hook at the hound not intending to hurt the creature, but to ensnare it with the grapnel's wire, he quickly drew his magnum and aimed the gun at the stranger's forehead with the laser making a red dot on his head, Cole didn't have his finger in the trigger guard he stared down the stranger.</s>
<|message|>Marcus Grayson
The Phage-Hound quickly reacted to the oncoming attack, jumping out of the way, roaring in defiance as he armored plates flared up like spikes, making her look bigger than she already was. The agent drew his blade, bullets weren't an issue to him, not even the slightest. Quickly the agent dashed forward, engaging the plasma function on the blade and striking in an upward diagonal motion from his opponent's hip to their shoulder, aiming to sear a deep wound into the male's chest. Meanwhile, the Phage-Hound began barking aggressively at the others, her claws extending and digging into the asphalt like knives to butter as her tail whipped around dangerously</s>
<|message|>Titan
The armored being listened to the introductions, nodding to them in response, but as Cole began to talk about the lack of people showing up, he seemed distracted, looking away from the two there slightly. Unknown to Cole and Aki, under the beings helmet was a motion sensor, and the armored being was picking up two signatures heading towards them, but he didn't think it a threat, he believed it might have been one of the others who was meant to meet them here. The armored being almost reached for one of his weapons when Cole spun around and fired a grappling hook at one of the two beings that he had picked up on his motion sensor, then Cole had a magnum aimed at the stranger who was with the hound.
The armored being didn't know what to do, he thought this could be another team member, but something about his got Cole riled up, it was then he noticed the blood stains on the stranger.
'all that blood... there's no way he got covered in it in self defence... that man is a killer...'
He thought to him self as he slowly grabbed hold of a weapon from his back, pulling out his E.F.G.L and turned the safety off as he held the weapon at ease. Then it happened, the blood covered stranger charged at Cole to attack him, he would have intervened but the Phage-Hound needed to be dealt with first since it was likely that it would attempt to stop him from helping Cole. As the strange charged at Cole, The armored being raised his E.F.G.L and aimed at the Phage-Hound, and fired a shot from it while holding down the trigger, the grenade like shot flew threw the air and bounced off the ground a few times before it rolled towards the animal.
When it got close enough the armored being would release the trigger thus causing the grenade to explode and release a powerful but small electro-magnetic-pulse to stun and or temporarily paralyze the Phage-Hound.</s>
<|message|>Marcus Grayson
The hound growled at her newest attack, she was more than quick witted and capable, the rolling object that came toward her was hastily charged into. Electricity bounced off of her thick hide, low growls sounding from her muzzle as she slowly circles the automaton, minding her surroundings as she did so, tucking back her armored plates, giving her a more sleek rather than bulky look.</s>
| <|message|>Cole Hale
Cole put his magnum away an retracted his grapnel while the stranger drew closer to him, when Cole could smell the blood on the stranger, he side stepped the stranger and tried to kick the man in the side of his head.
"Give up stranger you aren't going to cut this coat, it's a highlander in leather." Cole aimed his magnum at the stranger</s> |
<|description|>Cole Hale
Age:27
Gender:Male
Race: Human ?
Nationality:Unknown
Personality:Cole is an unnaturally calm being, he doesn't really let things bother him, Cole also does not care for certain personal things that many find important. Cole is somewhat very dedicated to the job he has and doing what he feels is right, part of him always looks to the lighter side of most things, Cole has a certain type of charisma that draws in certain people of different nature, he has proficient managerial skills almost always having an answer for any question thrown his way, and a deal to make with someone that he deems worthy.
But Cole isn't just an office manger or the type of person that's going to run out on a good fight, Cole is a Expert marksmen, and he's adroit when it comes down to martial arts, Cole's body looks to be at it's physical peak, he is able to lift well over the maximum ton for a natural human being and can punch harder than one. Cole is very clever than most in his field of work, besides being able to set up deals almost all over the world, he is also help make the various weapons that he sells to people, Cole oversees nearly every operation that's set up and makes sure the weapons are to his liking.
-Report of Cole Hale from scraped together information collected by a spy-
This person that goes by the alias of Cole Hale, can be very charismatic when he approaches soldiers and non-combatants, he shows to both that he isn't a threat and gains their trust, after a while he will being to call the people he knows by strange, obvious, or annoying epithets that stick to people. He doesn't fight much and the moments he's been witnessed doing so, he executes his moves with flawless precision, and deft speed. If he can not be persuaded to stop arming the other forces, one of the best ways to possibly eliminate him would be through stealth and through possible poisoning.
Report found on the body of a dead spy crudely hidden in a dumpster
History: Cole nobody really knows Cole's past, not even the people who believe that they are the close to the man himself, the earliest notice of the guy goes back to when the weapon's company Akuma began and started stealing market from other weapon's companies internationally. Sadly for other companies that attempted to stop Akuma failed, and they either shut down or joined Akuma to keep their jobs, there are still competition for the company but the competition knows that Akuma is made to last, and plan on monopolizing weapons trade and manufacturing.
Cole's story began sometime when he was in his teenage years, he lived with his parents for a time before trying to run away, and when he tried to get out of the city, he tried to help someone being mugged but was gunned down in the process, he took four shots to the chest and one to the head. As he was dying the person that he saved returned the favor, fortunately for Cole the person he saved was doctor who infected herself with a symbiotic virus, in return for saving her, she infected him with her blood. Hours later Cole returned from the dead with his injuries healed in an abandoned warehouse.
At first when he was told he was infected with a virus, he panicked and questioned the doctor with many questions, and got little answers she told him that " You'll see the world differently now." Feeling agitated Cole left the doctor and went out on the streets. While he walked around the city, he felt different than he was before, he felt stronger, and felt apathy towards his own personal effects, he didn't even care about his own parents, when the feeling subsided he was different than he was when he ran away. He tried to return to school, but felt he didn't need to return.
Cole was a different person completely, in mind, then he changed himself in body by training vigorously with almost no stop. When he was done training his body, he was at his body's physical peak. When he revisited the doctor, she was surprised to see him change completely from what he was. She tried to take him to a group of biologist to show off that her virus works, the group began to supply the doctor and she paid off Cole to do test on him to see how the virus worked in his body, only after a couple of months of testing the group decided to let go of them both and stopped supplying the doctor. But fortunately for Cole he saved his money and used it to start his Company today now known as Akuma.
Weapons:
-Custom 44.Magnum with integrated laser sight, and scope
-Automatic pistol that fires 45. ACP bullets
-Panga Machete
Powers:
-Superhuman strength, speed, movement, and endurance
-Dermal Armor, his Virus blood can harden to the level of steel
-Organic manipulation, His virus blood allows him to alter his outward appearance, and make melee weapons
Equipment:
-Wrist mounted Grapnel launcher
-earpiece communicator
Appearance: Cole stands at the height of 6'2, with dark skin, and cool green irises, with a squared shape face with mature, handsome, masculine facial features. he has long snow white hair that stops at his neck and sometimes gets into his eyes, along with matching colored eyebrows, on his right cheek he has three scars that sit next to one another from an unknown creature. Cole has a slim but muscular mesomorph build.
Cole wears a slate grey turtleneck sweater, with a thigh length navy blue zip up trench coat, on his legs he wears a pair of hunter green cargo pants with visible stitches in certain areas, around his waist is a brown belt to hold up his pants, tied tightly around his feet are new looking black sneakers that come up to mid ankles, keeping his hands warm and protected are a pair of dark brown tough leather operator gloves.</s>
<|message|>Akimoto (typically goes by Aki)
Aki nodded to what Cole said. Then a thud came from beside Aki and the man who made the thud walked over toward him and Cole. He looked at the man in the armor and said "I agree there should be more people coming. I am Aki btw nice to meet you both." He looked at Cole and said "I'm also sorry for being late."</s>
<|message|>Cole Hale
When the heavy guy dropped the sound of him concealed the stranger's presence, but it didn't cover the smell of blood that lingered on him and his hound, Cole acted nonchalant and kept his cool." Nice to meet you two, Name's Cole big guy, and I agree, I hope it's not just us. But if it is then we'll need to end this quickly." Cole told the two.
The second the stranger and his hound began to get closer to them, Cole spun around to them and aimed his grapnel launcher at the hound and launched the titanium hook at the hound not intending to hurt the creature, but to ensnare it with the grapnel's wire, he quickly drew his magnum and aimed the gun at the stranger's forehead with the laser making a red dot on his head, Cole didn't have his finger in the trigger guard he stared down the stranger.</s>
<|message|>Marcus Grayson
The Phage-Hound quickly reacted to the oncoming attack, jumping out of the way, roaring in defiance as he armored plates flared up like spikes, making her look bigger than she already was. The agent drew his blade, bullets weren't an issue to him, not even the slightest. Quickly the agent dashed forward, engaging the plasma function on the blade and striking in an upward diagonal motion from his opponent's hip to their shoulder, aiming to sear a deep wound into the male's chest. Meanwhile, the Phage-Hound began barking aggressively at the others, her claws extending and digging into the asphalt like knives to butter as her tail whipped around dangerously</s>
<|message|>Titan
The armored being listened to the introductions, nodding to them in response, but as Cole began to talk about the lack of people showing up, he seemed distracted, looking away from the two there slightly. Unknown to Cole and Aki, under the beings helmet was a motion sensor, and the armored being was picking up two signatures heading towards them, but he didn't think it a threat, he believed it might have been one of the others who was meant to meet them here. The armored being almost reached for one of his weapons when Cole spun around and fired a grappling hook at one of the two beings that he had picked up on his motion sensor, then Cole had a magnum aimed at the stranger who was with the hound.
The armored being didn't know what to do, he thought this could be another team member, but something about his got Cole riled up, it was then he noticed the blood stains on the stranger.
'all that blood... there's no way he got covered in it in self defence... that man is a killer...'
He thought to him self as he slowly grabbed hold of a weapon from his back, pulling out his E.F.G.L and turned the safety off as he held the weapon at ease. Then it happened, the blood covered stranger charged at Cole to attack him, he would have intervened but the Phage-Hound needed to be dealt with first since it was likely that it would attempt to stop him from helping Cole. As the strange charged at Cole, The armored being raised his E.F.G.L and aimed at the Phage-Hound, and fired a shot from it while holding down the trigger, the grenade like shot flew threw the air and bounced off the ground a few times before it rolled towards the animal.
When it got close enough the armored being would release the trigger thus causing the grenade to explode and release a powerful but small electro-magnetic-pulse to stun and or temporarily paralyze the Phage-Hound.</s>
<|message|>Marcus Grayson
The hound growled at her newest attack, she was more than quick witted and capable, the rolling object that came toward her was hastily charged into. Electricity bounced off of her thick hide, low growls sounding from her muzzle as she slowly circles the automaton, minding her surroundings as she did so, tucking back her armored plates, giving her a more sleek rather than bulky look.</s>
<|message|>Cole Hale
Cole put his magnum away an retracted his grapnel while the stranger drew closer to him, when Cole could smell the blood on the stranger, he side stepped the stranger and tried to kick the man in the side of his head.
"Give up stranger you aren't going to cut this coat, it's a highlander in leather." Cole aimed his magnum at the stranger</s>
<|message|>Titan
The armored being quickly reloaded his E.F.G.L before placing it on his back after the grenade exploded, though it was a surprise that the Phage-Hound was still standing, it didn't phase him. He reached back for another weapon, pulling out his L.A.R and turned the safety off as he took aim, he ever so slightly looked towards the stranger who was attacking Cole while making sure to keep an eye on the animal.
"stand down and call off your hound or it's dead"
He warned in a dead serous tone at he looked back towards the animal, ready to open fire on a moments notice.</s>
<|message|>Akimoto (typically goes by Aki)
Aki sighed he just finished fighting and now he has another person to fight. He turned toward the the stranger he knew that the armored man would handle the hound. So he figured he would help Cole Aki drew his blade and said "We aren't your enemy we are a simple group trying to end this war. Before it destroys this country you seem to be a good fighter so why don't you help us."</s>
<|message|>Marcus Grayson
Stopped short with his blade the moment it didn't connect, releasing a hand from the blade's pommel, bringing his now free arm up to block the oncoming boot. He used the reversal of momentum to push his opponent backward forcefully, possibly sending him toward his own ally(Aki) back first and maybe even causing him to release his weapon. His eyes darting between targets momentarily, focusing on his main attacker solely.
The hound hiss-growled dangerously, it could plainly understand threats, she slowly pushed forward, her plates flaring up like reactive armor. Her claws lightly tapping the asphalt as she counted on his preemptive trigger squeeze, prepared to move accordingly should the weapon fire.</s>
<|message|>Titan
The armored being looked to the stranger before looking back to the Hound as it slowly got closer, under his helmet his brows furrowed as he let out a sigh.
"I didn't want to have to this, but you leave me no choice..."
He said mostly to himself as he pushed a button on the bottom of his weapons magazine, then he aimed at the Hounds legs before he pulled the trigger, red light quickly lit up the room four times as something similar to the sound of gunshots echoed through the area. Four beams of directed energy sped towards the Hounds legs faster then the blink of an eye as four casings flew from the weapon in the armored beings hands. Though he frowned on the idea of seriously wounding an animal, unless it was huge and was trying to kill him or others, he made sure that the shots fired wouldn't pierce through the animals legs and cause serous damage, with the button pressed on the magazine he had the weapons ammo go from pierce to burn so worst case scenario the Hound wouldn't be able to walk for a while.</s>
| <|message|>Cole Hale
Cole dived out of the way of Aki and rolled away from the stranger, the white haired man took out his magnum from before and flipped out the cylinder, he held his hand above the bullets in the cylinder and made a closed fist with the hand to the point where black gunk oozed from his hand onto the bullets." Great some guy from somewhere wants to kill us, and I didn't even get a chance to debrief everyone." Cole then flipped the cylinder back into the barrel." Doubt you'll keep going if I hit you with a couple of these." Cole told the guy firing a couple rounds at the stranger.</s> |
<|description|>Akimoto (typically goes by Aki)
Age:102
Gender:unknown
Race:Heavenly Orc-They are a hermaphroditic race. They are noted for their cartographers and herdskeepers. They are exceptionally good at rock magic. Live a long time most die at the age of 250 (will change if necessary.)
Personality: Unlike the rest of the heavenly orcs Aki is bad at earth magic. Aki is caring for those in need. He is kind and rarely is harmful to innocent people. Many believe this is because he is unlike the rest of his race. Aki says it is because he saw what was happening to the other races. This made him feel sorry for them.
History: Aki was mostly raised by his mother until he was 20. At that time his mother died of illness. His father tried his best to raise to him and began showing him the ways of the orcs. Not much is known of what happened to Aki went after his mother died. Only Aki and his father know and Aki won't tell anyone and no one can find Aki's father to ask him.
Many believe Aki killed his father. Aki when he was asked all he said was "My father is in hiding. While we traveled we saw something we can never forget, that I can't forgive, and can never tell a soul." Aki has said nothing more about the matter since then. He was ostracized by the other orcs for not letting them know what he saw. So he left them to find a way to fight this evil.
He was visiting Eurion as the civil war broke out. At first he set out across Eurion to find a way out. During his travels though he saw how the civil war was destroying the country. He also thought he saw the evil he saw with his father. So he changed his plans to help bring the war to an end and fought the evil.
Equipment:
Powers:
-superhuman strength, speed, and reflexes.
-Can summon a great amounts of destructive fire magic and use basic earth magic but everytime he does he is weakened for 2 hours. For his fire magic he is weakened for 4 and a half hours.
-enhanced senses.
-fast regeneration.
Always wears a black fedora.</s>
<|message|>Akimoto (typically goes by Aki)
Aki nodded to what Cole said. Then a thud came from beside Aki and the man who made the thud walked over toward him and Cole. He looked at the man in the armor and said "I agree there should be more people coming. I am Aki btw nice to meet you both." He looked at Cole and said "I'm also sorry for being late."</s>
<|message|>Cole Hale
When the heavy guy dropped the sound of him concealed the stranger's presence, but it didn't cover the smell of blood that lingered on him and his hound, Cole acted nonchalant and kept his cool." Nice to meet you two, Name's Cole big guy, and I agree, I hope it's not just us. But if it is then we'll need to end this quickly." Cole told the two.
The second the stranger and his hound began to get closer to them, Cole spun around to them and aimed his grapnel launcher at the hound and launched the titanium hook at the hound not intending to hurt the creature, but to ensnare it with the grapnel's wire, he quickly drew his magnum and aimed the gun at the stranger's forehead with the laser making a red dot on his head, Cole didn't have his finger in the trigger guard he stared down the stranger.</s>
<|message|>Marcus Grayson
The Phage-Hound quickly reacted to the oncoming attack, jumping out of the way, roaring in defiance as he armored plates flared up like spikes, making her look bigger than she already was. The agent drew his blade, bullets weren't an issue to him, not even the slightest. Quickly the agent dashed forward, engaging the plasma function on the blade and striking in an upward diagonal motion from his opponent's hip to their shoulder, aiming to sear a deep wound into the male's chest. Meanwhile, the Phage-Hound began barking aggressively at the others, her claws extending and digging into the asphalt like knives to butter as her tail whipped around dangerously</s>
<|message|>Titan
The armored being listened to the introductions, nodding to them in response, but as Cole began to talk about the lack of people showing up, he seemed distracted, looking away from the two there slightly. Unknown to Cole and Aki, under the beings helmet was a motion sensor, and the armored being was picking up two signatures heading towards them, but he didn't think it a threat, he believed it might have been one of the others who was meant to meet them here. The armored being almost reached for one of his weapons when Cole spun around and fired a grappling hook at one of the two beings that he had picked up on his motion sensor, then Cole had a magnum aimed at the stranger who was with the hound.
The armored being didn't know what to do, he thought this could be another team member, but something about his got Cole riled up, it was then he noticed the blood stains on the stranger.
'all that blood... there's no way he got covered in it in self defence... that man is a killer...'
He thought to him self as he slowly grabbed hold of a weapon from his back, pulling out his E.F.G.L and turned the safety off as he held the weapon at ease. Then it happened, the blood covered stranger charged at Cole to attack him, he would have intervened but the Phage-Hound needed to be dealt with first since it was likely that it would attempt to stop him from helping Cole. As the strange charged at Cole, The armored being raised his E.F.G.L and aimed at the Phage-Hound, and fired a shot from it while holding down the trigger, the grenade like shot flew threw the air and bounced off the ground a few times before it rolled towards the animal.
When it got close enough the armored being would release the trigger thus causing the grenade to explode and release a powerful but small electro-magnetic-pulse to stun and or temporarily paralyze the Phage-Hound.</s>
<|message|>Marcus Grayson
The hound growled at her newest attack, she was more than quick witted and capable, the rolling object that came toward her was hastily charged into. Electricity bounced off of her thick hide, low growls sounding from her muzzle as she slowly circles the automaton, minding her surroundings as she did so, tucking back her armored plates, giving her a more sleek rather than bulky look.</s>
<|message|>Cole Hale
Cole put his magnum away an retracted his grapnel while the stranger drew closer to him, when Cole could smell the blood on the stranger, he side stepped the stranger and tried to kick the man in the side of his head.
"Give up stranger you aren't going to cut this coat, it's a highlander in leather." Cole aimed his magnum at the stranger</s>
<|message|>Titan
The armored being quickly reloaded his E.F.G.L before placing it on his back after the grenade exploded, though it was a surprise that the Phage-Hound was still standing, it didn't phase him. He reached back for another weapon, pulling out his L.A.R and turned the safety off as he took aim, he ever so slightly looked towards the stranger who was attacking Cole while making sure to keep an eye on the animal.
"stand down and call off your hound or it's dead"
He warned in a dead serous tone at he looked back towards the animal, ready to open fire on a moments notice.</s>
<|message|>Akimoto (typically goes by Aki)
Aki sighed he just finished fighting and now he has another person to fight. He turned toward the the stranger he knew that the armored man would handle the hound. So he figured he would help Cole Aki drew his blade and said "We aren't your enemy we are a simple group trying to end this war. Before it destroys this country you seem to be a good fighter so why don't you help us."</s>
<|message|>Marcus Grayson
Stopped short with his blade the moment it didn't connect, releasing a hand from the blade's pommel, bringing his now free arm up to block the oncoming boot. He used the reversal of momentum to push his opponent backward forcefully, possibly sending him toward his own ally(Aki) back first and maybe even causing him to release his weapon. His eyes darting between targets momentarily, focusing on his main attacker solely.
The hound hiss-growled dangerously, it could plainly understand threats, she slowly pushed forward, her plates flaring up like reactive armor. Her claws lightly tapping the asphalt as she counted on his preemptive trigger squeeze, prepared to move accordingly should the weapon fire.</s>
<|message|>Titan
The armored being looked to the stranger before looking back to the Hound as it slowly got closer, under his helmet his brows furrowed as he let out a sigh.
"I didn't want to have to this, but you leave me no choice..."
He said mostly to himself as he pushed a button on the bottom of his weapons magazine, then he aimed at the Hounds legs before he pulled the trigger, red light quickly lit up the room four times as something similar to the sound of gunshots echoed through the area. Four beams of directed energy sped towards the Hounds legs faster then the blink of an eye as four casings flew from the weapon in the armored beings hands. Though he frowned on the idea of seriously wounding an animal, unless it was huge and was trying to kill him or others, he made sure that the shots fired wouldn't pierce through the animals legs and cause serous damage, with the button pressed on the magazine he had the weapons ammo go from pierce to burn so worst case scenario the Hound wouldn't be able to walk for a while.</s>
<|message|>Cole Hale
Cole dived out of the way of Aki and rolled away from the stranger, the white haired man took out his magnum from before and flipped out the cylinder, he held his hand above the bullets in the cylinder and made a closed fist with the hand to the point where black gunk oozed from his hand onto the bullets." Great some guy from somewhere wants to kill us, and I didn't even get a chance to debrief everyone." Cole then flipped the cylinder back into the barrel." Doubt you'll keep going if I hit you with a couple of these." Cole told the guy firing a couple rounds at the stranger.</s>
<|message|>Akimoto (typically goes by Aki)
Aki stepped between Cole and the stranger after Cole fired. He put his hand up and said to Cole and the armored being with them, "Stop firing we are in the cease-fire zone. We don't want to hurt the people we are fighting to protect." Aki looked at the stranger and said "I'll fight you but let's take it out of the cease-fire zone. We don't want any innocent bystanders or witnesses." Aki kept his sword up ready in case the stranger attacked again.</s>
<|message|>Tovo "Omerta" Mirata
Tovo had taken a detour to collect his pay for playing guard, it made him late for the meeting by the fountain but just as well since as he walked, light thuds coming from his footsteps due to his armor, he noticed that someone was attacking the group he was going to meet with. it seemed like he missed the beginning of the attack and someone was trying to talk the attacker down now but he drew his weapon as he approached anyway and kept it at the ready.</s>
<|message|>Marcus Grayson
The agent tactfully used his blade to cut down the rounds, narrowly dodging another as it passed by his head. Now he was surrounded by this, group by the looks of it, they were a team of sorts. His hound was dealing with her own problem, her legs were smoldering with smoke from the weapon fired at her, she was in pain but she wouldn't show it. He and his Phage hound were now back to back in a way. "Agent, you're outnumbered, peel out and report to these coordinates." His female contact spoke, the order booming in his head as he cast his grenades out toward the group around him, using the explosion's cloud to mask his escape. Now he was gone and he had a new set of orders to follow.</s>
<|message|>Real name- unknown –Codename- Storm
Meanwhile as the group attempted to form themselves.
A figure in purple sat perched atop the rooftops over looking the town's ceasefire zone, the group and all their activities in clear view as she watched them through a sniper scope. The rouge assassin wasn't planning to kill the group of hero's not yet anyway, no she had her sights set on another who attempted harm against the group she was sent to watch, even as he used an explosion to mask his escape the assassin was still able to follow him.
Quickly she turned to a device on her wrist that allowed her to find different radio frequencies in the area, for her helmets built in headset to pick up and soon very found the one she was looking for, activating her headset in order to talk to the agent, this of course drowned out any one else talking to the agent over his own headset.
"Hello there, let me introduce myself. I am known as Storm, you might have heard of my work. I am assuming that this is the man that just now attacked the group I have been watching? I have a proposition for you if you are willing to hear me out"</s>
<|message|>Marcus Grayson
Gained enough distance from the city to finally find a place to establish temporary home base, a small cave overlooking the city. Agent? Agent, can you hea-who?! Logistics!" She shouted out toward her apparent division of specialist, an odd feminine voice patched in, a female known as Storm, an assassin with a high rep, so why was she talking to him. To even know she had been watching him was all too striking for the agent, he took quick glances around just to be sure. Reaching the end of her words a smirk was held beneath the helmet he wore. "I'm listening..." he spoke in his slightly altered voice.</s>
<|message|>Titan
The armored being stood still, his L.A.R pointed were the stranger and it's hound were just seconds before the stranger threw grenades towards him and the others in the building. The armored being had only a fraction of a second to react, his reaction being to crouch down and use his left arm to cover his head as the grenade's exploded, thus throwing up dust from the ground, allowing the stranger and it's animal to escape. The armored being stayed still for a moment before standing up, aiming his weapon where the stranger had been before the grenades were thrown, he lowered his weapon as his looked to the motion sensor in his helmet, just barely catching a glimpse of two signatures going out of range, with that in mind he holstered his L.A.R and turned to the others in the room.
"is everyone alright?"
He asked to any in the building as the dust from the grenades settled.</s>
| <|message|>Akimoto (typically goes by Aki)
Aki blocked his face with his free arm. After the dust settled he looked around and said "Well I'm good. How is everyone else? It seems our mysterious friend is gone."</s> |
<|description|>Akimoto (typically goes by Aki)
Age:102
Gender:unknown
Race:Heavenly Orc-They are a hermaphroditic race. They are noted for their cartographers and herdskeepers. They are exceptionally good at rock magic. Live a long time most die at the age of 250 (will change if necessary.)
Personality: Unlike the rest of the heavenly orcs Aki is bad at earth magic. Aki is caring for those in need. He is kind and rarely is harmful to innocent people. Many believe this is because he is unlike the rest of his race. Aki says it is because he saw what was happening to the other races. This made him feel sorry for them.
History: Aki was mostly raised by his mother until he was 20. At that time his mother died of illness. His father tried his best to raise to him and began showing him the ways of the orcs. Not much is known of what happened to Aki went after his mother died. Only Aki and his father know and Aki won't tell anyone and no one can find Aki's father to ask him.
Many believe Aki killed his father. Aki when he was asked all he said was "My father is in hiding. While we traveled we saw something we can never forget, that I can't forgive, and can never tell a soul." Aki has said nothing more about the matter since then. He was ostracized by the other orcs for not letting them know what he saw. So he left them to find a way to fight this evil.
He was visiting Eurion as the civil war broke out. At first he set out across Eurion to find a way out. During his travels though he saw how the civil war was destroying the country. He also thought he saw the evil he saw with his father. So he changed his plans to help bring the war to an end and fought the evil.
Equipment:
Powers:
-superhuman strength, speed, and reflexes.
-Can summon a great amounts of destructive fire magic and use basic earth magic but everytime he does he is weakened for 2 hours. For his fire magic he is weakened for 4 and a half hours.
-enhanced senses.
-fast regeneration.
Always wears a black fedora.</s>
<|message|>Marcus Grayson
The Phage-Hound quickly reacted to the oncoming attack, jumping out of the way, roaring in defiance as he armored plates flared up like spikes, making her look bigger than she already was. The agent drew his blade, bullets weren't an issue to him, not even the slightest. Quickly the agent dashed forward, engaging the plasma function on the blade and striking in an upward diagonal motion from his opponent's hip to their shoulder, aiming to sear a deep wound into the male's chest. Meanwhile, the Phage-Hound began barking aggressively at the others, her claws extending and digging into the asphalt like knives to butter as her tail whipped around dangerously</s>
<|message|>Titan
The armored being listened to the introductions, nodding to them in response, but as Cole began to talk about the lack of people showing up, he seemed distracted, looking away from the two there slightly. Unknown to Cole and Aki, under the beings helmet was a motion sensor, and the armored being was picking up two signatures heading towards them, but he didn't think it a threat, he believed it might have been one of the others who was meant to meet them here. The armored being almost reached for one of his weapons when Cole spun around and fired a grappling hook at one of the two beings that he had picked up on his motion sensor, then Cole had a magnum aimed at the stranger who was with the hound.
The armored being didn't know what to do, he thought this could be another team member, but something about his got Cole riled up, it was then he noticed the blood stains on the stranger.
'all that blood... there's no way he got covered in it in self defence... that man is a killer...'
He thought to him self as he slowly grabbed hold of a weapon from his back, pulling out his E.F.G.L and turned the safety off as he held the weapon at ease. Then it happened, the blood covered stranger charged at Cole to attack him, he would have intervened but the Phage-Hound needed to be dealt with first since it was likely that it would attempt to stop him from helping Cole. As the strange charged at Cole, The armored being raised his E.F.G.L and aimed at the Phage-Hound, and fired a shot from it while holding down the trigger, the grenade like shot flew threw the air and bounced off the ground a few times before it rolled towards the animal.
When it got close enough the armored being would release the trigger thus causing the grenade to explode and release a powerful but small electro-magnetic-pulse to stun and or temporarily paralyze the Phage-Hound.</s>
<|message|>Marcus Grayson
The hound growled at her newest attack, she was more than quick witted and capable, the rolling object that came toward her was hastily charged into. Electricity bounced off of her thick hide, low growls sounding from her muzzle as she slowly circles the automaton, minding her surroundings as she did so, tucking back her armored plates, giving her a more sleek rather than bulky look.</s>
<|message|>Cole Hale
Cole put his magnum away an retracted his grapnel while the stranger drew closer to him, when Cole could smell the blood on the stranger, he side stepped the stranger and tried to kick the man in the side of his head.
"Give up stranger you aren't going to cut this coat, it's a highlander in leather." Cole aimed his magnum at the stranger</s>
<|message|>Titan
The armored being quickly reloaded his E.F.G.L before placing it on his back after the grenade exploded, though it was a surprise that the Phage-Hound was still standing, it didn't phase him. He reached back for another weapon, pulling out his L.A.R and turned the safety off as he took aim, he ever so slightly looked towards the stranger who was attacking Cole while making sure to keep an eye on the animal.
"stand down and call off your hound or it's dead"
He warned in a dead serous tone at he looked back towards the animal, ready to open fire on a moments notice.</s>
<|message|>Akimoto (typically goes by Aki)
Aki sighed he just finished fighting and now he has another person to fight. He turned toward the the stranger he knew that the armored man would handle the hound. So he figured he would help Cole Aki drew his blade and said "We aren't your enemy we are a simple group trying to end this war. Before it destroys this country you seem to be a good fighter so why don't you help us."</s>
<|message|>Marcus Grayson
Stopped short with his blade the moment it didn't connect, releasing a hand from the blade's pommel, bringing his now free arm up to block the oncoming boot. He used the reversal of momentum to push his opponent backward forcefully, possibly sending him toward his own ally(Aki) back first and maybe even causing him to release his weapon. His eyes darting between targets momentarily, focusing on his main attacker solely.
The hound hiss-growled dangerously, it could plainly understand threats, she slowly pushed forward, her plates flaring up like reactive armor. Her claws lightly tapping the asphalt as she counted on his preemptive trigger squeeze, prepared to move accordingly should the weapon fire.</s>
<|message|>Titan
The armored being looked to the stranger before looking back to the Hound as it slowly got closer, under his helmet his brows furrowed as he let out a sigh.
"I didn't want to have to this, but you leave me no choice..."
He said mostly to himself as he pushed a button on the bottom of his weapons magazine, then he aimed at the Hounds legs before he pulled the trigger, red light quickly lit up the room four times as something similar to the sound of gunshots echoed through the area. Four beams of directed energy sped towards the Hounds legs faster then the blink of an eye as four casings flew from the weapon in the armored beings hands. Though he frowned on the idea of seriously wounding an animal, unless it was huge and was trying to kill him or others, he made sure that the shots fired wouldn't pierce through the animals legs and cause serous damage, with the button pressed on the magazine he had the weapons ammo go from pierce to burn so worst case scenario the Hound wouldn't be able to walk for a while.</s>
<|message|>Cole Hale
Cole dived out of the way of Aki and rolled away from the stranger, the white haired man took out his magnum from before and flipped out the cylinder, he held his hand above the bullets in the cylinder and made a closed fist with the hand to the point where black gunk oozed from his hand onto the bullets." Great some guy from somewhere wants to kill us, and I didn't even get a chance to debrief everyone." Cole then flipped the cylinder back into the barrel." Doubt you'll keep going if I hit you with a couple of these." Cole told the guy firing a couple rounds at the stranger.</s>
<|message|>Akimoto (typically goes by Aki)
Aki stepped between Cole and the stranger after Cole fired. He put his hand up and said to Cole and the armored being with them, "Stop firing we are in the cease-fire zone. We don't want to hurt the people we are fighting to protect." Aki looked at the stranger and said "I'll fight you but let's take it out of the cease-fire zone. We don't want any innocent bystanders or witnesses." Aki kept his sword up ready in case the stranger attacked again.</s>
<|message|>Tovo "Omerta" Mirata
Tovo had taken a detour to collect his pay for playing guard, it made him late for the meeting by the fountain but just as well since as he walked, light thuds coming from his footsteps due to his armor, he noticed that someone was attacking the group he was going to meet with. it seemed like he missed the beginning of the attack and someone was trying to talk the attacker down now but he drew his weapon as he approached anyway and kept it at the ready.</s>
<|message|>Marcus Grayson
The agent tactfully used his blade to cut down the rounds, narrowly dodging another as it passed by his head. Now he was surrounded by this, group by the looks of it, they were a team of sorts. His hound was dealing with her own problem, her legs were smoldering with smoke from the weapon fired at her, she was in pain but she wouldn't show it. He and his Phage hound were now back to back in a way. "Agent, you're outnumbered, peel out and report to these coordinates." His female contact spoke, the order booming in his head as he cast his grenades out toward the group around him, using the explosion's cloud to mask his escape. Now he was gone and he had a new set of orders to follow.</s>
<|message|>Real name- unknown –Codename- Storm
Meanwhile as the group attempted to form themselves.
A figure in purple sat perched atop the rooftops over looking the town's ceasefire zone, the group and all their activities in clear view as she watched them through a sniper scope. The rouge assassin wasn't planning to kill the group of hero's not yet anyway, no she had her sights set on another who attempted harm against the group she was sent to watch, even as he used an explosion to mask his escape the assassin was still able to follow him.
Quickly she turned to a device on her wrist that allowed her to find different radio frequencies in the area, for her helmets built in headset to pick up and soon very found the one she was looking for, activating her headset in order to talk to the agent, this of course drowned out any one else talking to the agent over his own headset.
"Hello there, let me introduce myself. I am known as Storm, you might have heard of my work. I am assuming that this is the man that just now attacked the group I have been watching? I have a proposition for you if you are willing to hear me out"</s>
<|message|>Marcus Grayson
Gained enough distance from the city to finally find a place to establish temporary home base, a small cave overlooking the city. Agent? Agent, can you hea-who?! Logistics!" She shouted out toward her apparent division of specialist, an odd feminine voice patched in, a female known as Storm, an assassin with a high rep, so why was she talking to him. To even know she had been watching him was all too striking for the agent, he took quick glances around just to be sure. Reaching the end of her words a smirk was held beneath the helmet he wore. "I'm listening..." he spoke in his slightly altered voice.</s>
<|message|>Titan
The armored being stood still, his L.A.R pointed were the stranger and it's hound were just seconds before the stranger threw grenades towards him and the others in the building. The armored being had only a fraction of a second to react, his reaction being to crouch down and use his left arm to cover his head as the grenade's exploded, thus throwing up dust from the ground, allowing the stranger and it's animal to escape. The armored being stayed still for a moment before standing up, aiming his weapon where the stranger had been before the grenades were thrown, he lowered his weapon as his looked to the motion sensor in his helmet, just barely catching a glimpse of two signatures going out of range, with that in mind he holstered his L.A.R and turned to the others in the room.
"is everyone alright?"
He asked to any in the building as the dust from the grenades settled.</s>
<|message|>Akimoto (typically goes by Aki)
Aki blocked his face with his free arm. After the dust settled he looked around and said "Well I'm good. How is everyone else? It seems our mysterious friend is gone."</s>
<|message|>Tovo "Omerta" Mirata
Tovo turned to the others that remained after the armored stranger and it's hound threw grenades and escaped, he looked to one that was just holstering his weapon and was inquiring about the others status, he approached and asked "are you in command?" @NacNak</s>
<|message|>Titan
The armored being looks to Tovo before looking around the damaged room, after a quick look he looks back to Tovo.
"I suppose I am"
He say's in a lighthearted but somewhat serous tone before he goes over to a broken window, cautiously looking out it before walking back to the others.
"Am I right to assume you all known why you've been brought here? or do I need to remind you?"
He asks them in a calm tone as he looks to Tovo and Aki</s>
| <|message|>Akimoto (typically goes by Aki)
Aki looked around to make sure they were the only ones in the area. Then looked back at the stranger and the armored being. He said "I know why we were brought here. But all I am wondering is what your plan is for the matter."</s> |
<|description|>Marcus Grayson
Age: 23
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Nationality: Arashikage
Personality:
History: (Really don't wat to disclose any info about his past yet)
Weapons: M9 Berretta, red plasma shortsword, fragmentation grenades
Equipment: Icebreaker security device. retractable clawed gloves and boots used for climbing and as weapons.
Powers: Marcus' abilities are impressive, he has an inept awareness and sense of danger, allowing him to evade eminent attack or possible death. Above that, he has Enhanced Speed(70 mph at sprinting pace) Superhuman durability(able to withstand hit from normal persons), Danger Sense, Wall Crawling(He is not only able to stick to surfaces using his claws and feet. The strength of the attraction between himself and the surface he is clinging to is considerable, with an upper limit of several tons per finger. If he does not detach willingly but is pulled off by force, the surface usually breaks still attached to his body. He can also run and jump up surfaces) Equilibrium(He can maintain perfect balance on any surface he sticks to
Appearance:
Other: His trusted and most loyal companion is Phage-Hound named Nala armed with claws capable of clawing through tungsten as well as a natural armor able to withstand anti-material weaponry
[hider=Armor Specs]The vision panels were shown to have access to several different visual frequencies,Electro Magnetic field detector. Housed within the helmet is a targeting and tracking system designator, which comprises three corners of an open triangle, to hone in on the designated prey. Incorporated to finalize the attack is a lock-on system. As the quarry is decided upon, the designator will zoom a triangle in on the prey which will flash and turn solid red.
Normal Vision, which has no diagnostic; Thermal Vision, to display heat signatures to better track prey; X-ray, which highlighted heat signatures and could analyze health weaknesses in prey. Tech vision, which contrasted energy sources and analyzed a prey's/target's weapon systems; and Neuro Vision, which exposed the prey's current emotional status (calm, panicking, hostile, etc.) Sonar vision which displays objects out of his sight range of up to 7k away</s>
<|message|>Titan
Heavy footsteps could be heard coming from the ceiling, they seemed to be heading towards the way Aki had entered, then a blur of movement could be seen as an armored being dropped down from the roof of the building and landed with a heavy thud. As the armored being stood up it turned around and looked to Aki and Cole while holding an assault rifle, as the armored being began to walk towards them it holstered the rifle on it's back.
"sorry I'm late..."
The armored being said to them as he stopped walking and stood near them.
"I hope we're not the only ones who made it through the warzone, whatever we're going to do might take more than three people"
It said as it crossed it's arms.</s>
<|message|>Marcus Grayson
The masked agent ripped his claws from the throat of a soldier, his pearled white suit had been covered in blood at the upper body as if a red mist came against him, blackened blood and lighter shades dotting his torso, his hands drenched and dripping the liquid. Panning behind him, his Phage-Hound viciously snarled as it tore into the mutilated body of a soldier, its hide was layered in a fresh coat of crimson red, its muzzle caked with bits of flesh and dried blood. Shredded and dismembered bodies formed a trail of destruction forged by this mysterious agent and his pet. The asphalt around the male was littered with bodies and painted in blood. "Good work, agent...conducting wire transfer, now.." The monotone female voice spoke, sounding to be a woman to be in her early or mid 30s judging by the voice. This stranger seemed to have a great connection on her side, who she was or what her motives were had yet to be seen or heard. But so long as she payed him as she did, he'd follow promptly.
The audible tearing of flesh was all but subtle in the section they had been in, that was when he noticed, things were finally quiet, thankfully the fighting had ceased, which meant he could go and reconstitute. "Agent, there is a small congregation of unknown persons in the area. Deal with it.." The stranger spoke, her voice was authoritative, like she owned him and all he could do was simply obey her, a silent nod was the only action of acknowledgement from him as he strode off, using the still standing buildings to get to his targets faster. His trusted hound followed street level, his eyes locked onto four humanoid shapes. You have your orders, agent...terminate. The stranger ordered the agent, who obeyed without question, silently dropping to the asphalt with a silent thud. He and his hound began to approach the group.</s>
<|message|>Akimoto (typically goes by Aki)
Aki nodded to what Cole said. Then a thud came from beside Aki and the man who made the thud walked over toward him and Cole. He looked at the man in the armor and said "I agree there should be more people coming. I am Aki btw nice to meet you both." He looked at Cole and said "I'm also sorry for being late."</s>
<|message|>Cole Hale
When the heavy guy dropped the sound of him concealed the stranger's presence, but it didn't cover the smell of blood that lingered on him and his hound, Cole acted nonchalant and kept his cool." Nice to meet you two, Name's Cole big guy, and I agree, I hope it's not just us. But if it is then we'll need to end this quickly." Cole told the two.
The second the stranger and his hound began to get closer to them, Cole spun around to them and aimed his grapnel launcher at the hound and launched the titanium hook at the hound not intending to hurt the creature, but to ensnare it with the grapnel's wire, he quickly drew his magnum and aimed the gun at the stranger's forehead with the laser making a red dot on his head, Cole didn't have his finger in the trigger guard he stared down the stranger.</s>
<|message|>Marcus Grayson
The Phage-Hound quickly reacted to the oncoming attack, jumping out of the way, roaring in defiance as he armored plates flared up like spikes, making her look bigger than she already was. The agent drew his blade, bullets weren't an issue to him, not even the slightest. Quickly the agent dashed forward, engaging the plasma function on the blade and striking in an upward diagonal motion from his opponent's hip to their shoulder, aiming to sear a deep wound into the male's chest. Meanwhile, the Phage-Hound began barking aggressively at the others, her claws extending and digging into the asphalt like knives to butter as her tail whipped around dangerously</s>
<|message|>Titan
The armored being listened to the introductions, nodding to them in response, but as Cole began to talk about the lack of people showing up, he seemed distracted, looking away from the two there slightly. Unknown to Cole and Aki, under the beings helmet was a motion sensor, and the armored being was picking up two signatures heading towards them, but he didn't think it a threat, he believed it might have been one of the others who was meant to meet them here. The armored being almost reached for one of his weapons when Cole spun around and fired a grappling hook at one of the two beings that he had picked up on his motion sensor, then Cole had a magnum aimed at the stranger who was with the hound.
The armored being didn't know what to do, he thought this could be another team member, but something about his got Cole riled up, it was then he noticed the blood stains on the stranger.
'all that blood... there's no way he got covered in it in self defence... that man is a killer...'
He thought to him self as he slowly grabbed hold of a weapon from his back, pulling out his E.F.G.L and turned the safety off as he held the weapon at ease. Then it happened, the blood covered stranger charged at Cole to attack him, he would have intervened but the Phage-Hound needed to be dealt with first since it was likely that it would attempt to stop him from helping Cole. As the strange charged at Cole, The armored being raised his E.F.G.L and aimed at the Phage-Hound, and fired a shot from it while holding down the trigger, the grenade like shot flew threw the air and bounced off the ground a few times before it rolled towards the animal.
When it got close enough the armored being would release the trigger thus causing the grenade to explode and release a powerful but small electro-magnetic-pulse to stun and or temporarily paralyze the Phage-Hound.</s>
<|message|>Marcus Grayson
The hound growled at her newest attack, she was more than quick witted and capable, the rolling object that came toward her was hastily charged into. Electricity bounced off of her thick hide, low growls sounding from her muzzle as she slowly circles the automaton, minding her surroundings as she did so, tucking back her armored plates, giving her a more sleek rather than bulky look.</s>
<|message|>Cole Hale
Cole put his magnum away an retracted his grapnel while the stranger drew closer to him, when Cole could smell the blood on the stranger, he side stepped the stranger and tried to kick the man in the side of his head.
"Give up stranger you aren't going to cut this coat, it's a highlander in leather." Cole aimed his magnum at the stranger</s>
<|message|>Titan
The armored being quickly reloaded his E.F.G.L before placing it on his back after the grenade exploded, though it was a surprise that the Phage-Hound was still standing, it didn't phase him. He reached back for another weapon, pulling out his L.A.R and turned the safety off as he took aim, he ever so slightly looked towards the stranger who was attacking Cole while making sure to keep an eye on the animal.
"stand down and call off your hound or it's dead"
He warned in a dead serous tone at he looked back towards the animal, ready to open fire on a moments notice.</s>
<|message|>Akimoto (typically goes by Aki)
Aki sighed he just finished fighting and now he has another person to fight. He turned toward the the stranger he knew that the armored man would handle the hound. So he figured he would help Cole Aki drew his blade and said "We aren't your enemy we are a simple group trying to end this war. Before it destroys this country you seem to be a good fighter so why don't you help us."</s>
<|message|>Marcus Grayson
Stopped short with his blade the moment it didn't connect, releasing a hand from the blade's pommel, bringing his now free arm up to block the oncoming boot. He used the reversal of momentum to push his opponent backward forcefully, possibly sending him toward his own ally(Aki) back first and maybe even causing him to release his weapon. His eyes darting between targets momentarily, focusing on his main attacker solely.
The hound hiss-growled dangerously, it could plainly understand threats, she slowly pushed forward, her plates flaring up like reactive armor. Her claws lightly tapping the asphalt as she counted on his preemptive trigger squeeze, prepared to move accordingly should the weapon fire.</s>
<|message|>Titan
The armored being looked to the stranger before looking back to the Hound as it slowly got closer, under his helmet his brows furrowed as he let out a sigh.
"I didn't want to have to this, but you leave me no choice..."
He said mostly to himself as he pushed a button on the bottom of his weapons magazine, then he aimed at the Hounds legs before he pulled the trigger, red light quickly lit up the room four times as something similar to the sound of gunshots echoed through the area. Four beams of directed energy sped towards the Hounds legs faster then the blink of an eye as four casings flew from the weapon in the armored beings hands. Though he frowned on the idea of seriously wounding an animal, unless it was huge and was trying to kill him or others, he made sure that the shots fired wouldn't pierce through the animals legs and cause serous damage, with the button pressed on the magazine he had the weapons ammo go from pierce to burn so worst case scenario the Hound wouldn't be able to walk for a while.</s>
<|message|>Cole Hale
Cole dived out of the way of Aki and rolled away from the stranger, the white haired man took out his magnum from before and flipped out the cylinder, he held his hand above the bullets in the cylinder and made a closed fist with the hand to the point where black gunk oozed from his hand onto the bullets." Great some guy from somewhere wants to kill us, and I didn't even get a chance to debrief everyone." Cole then flipped the cylinder back into the barrel." Doubt you'll keep going if I hit you with a couple of these." Cole told the guy firing a couple rounds at the stranger.</s>
<|message|>Akimoto (typically goes by Aki)
Aki stepped between Cole and the stranger after Cole fired. He put his hand up and said to Cole and the armored being with them, "Stop firing we are in the cease-fire zone. We don't want to hurt the people we are fighting to protect." Aki looked at the stranger and said "I'll fight you but let's take it out of the cease-fire zone. We don't want any innocent bystanders or witnesses." Aki kept his sword up ready in case the stranger attacked again.</s>
<|message|>Tovo "Omerta" Mirata
Tovo had taken a detour to collect his pay for playing guard, it made him late for the meeting by the fountain but just as well since as he walked, light thuds coming from his footsteps due to his armor, he noticed that someone was attacking the group he was going to meet with. it seemed like he missed the beginning of the attack and someone was trying to talk the attacker down now but he drew his weapon as he approached anyway and kept it at the ready.</s>
| <|message|>Marcus Grayson
The agent tactfully used his blade to cut down the rounds, narrowly dodging another as it passed by his head. Now he was surrounded by this, group by the looks of it, they were a team of sorts. His hound was dealing with her own problem, her legs were smoldering with smoke from the weapon fired at her, she was in pain but she wouldn't show it. He and his Phage hound were now back to back in a way. "Agent, you're outnumbered, peel out and report to these coordinates." His female contact spoke, the order booming in his head as he cast his grenades out toward the group around him, using the explosion's cloud to mask his escape. Now he was gone and he had a new set of orders to follow.</s> |
<|description|>Kiara Crassins
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Ranger Colour: Black
Appearance:
Personallity:
Crazy, Lazy, Loves to cause mayhem, Hates rules.
Skills/Hobbies:
~ Ninjitsu
~ Swimming
~ Freerunner
~ Ruining peoples day
Background:
Kiara comes from a wealthy family, which gave her everything she ever wanted. From mere toys to even her own human pets. Although they lived in one of the most darkest parts of the city. She still knew how to keep herself stand tall infront of the others, and even as her father came back beaten till pulp, she still tried to keep strong just for her family. As time went by, even Kiara had to confront the true darkness that was alive in this world. She had to witness the deaths of her own parents, just because of one small mistake her father had made at work. From that day forward, Kiara was no longer rich, nor was she poor. For she found a way to stay alive, by causing mayhem within the cities. At first Kiara just spied at Ninjitsu classes, although after a while she was caught and challenged to a duel with one of the better followers of Ninjitsu. As the battle went forward, Kiara came out victorious, and with that she became a student at the school.
As time went by, Kiara became a strong female, who knew how to keep herself from harm, and how to cause mayhem at the same time. As the last two years went by, Kiara made asure that the 'beasts' would had a tough time dealing with her, as she made asure their scouting parties would lose their ways, their convoys would get stuck and even their armies had to travel a long way around before reaching their destination.</s>
<|message|>Lucas McGee
"Okay you big ugly son's of a rock. Let's tango." Lucas quickly knocks down one of the grey things with a jab to the throat moving to the next one he does a series of quick jabs to it's gut.
"Oh no you don't you grey things." Hayden moves over to help Candice he throws his elbow into one of the grey things throat knocking it down."I hope your ok I'd hate to lose someone on the first mission."</s>
<|message|>Kiara Crassins
Kiara looked at Zordon, as he spoke. Was it time to go loose?! A dark grin appeared on her face as they were transported.
As they appeared in the ruins of the city, she stared at the 'monsters' in front of her, she would probably call these Ugly Puglies. It suited them. As she noticed how each and every one of her 'team' began to fight. She glanced over at the Ugly Puglies. Somehow they didn't seemed that strong, for most of her 'team' could easily deal with them, although there were a few exceptions...
As a creature of gold suddenly appeared, she smiled, an opponent who was strong! She wanted to test out her new gear, and see how strong she was now!
"You guys take care of the Ugly Puglies will ya? I'll take on Miss Princess over there. He seems like fun!"
As she waved at her 'teammates', she began to sprint towards Miss Princess in who stood at the back, and in her sprint she slided towards him to kick his feet from underneath him. What she didn't expected was the fact that he indeed was stronger than the Ugly Puglies, and easily grabbed her leg to throw her a few feet away.
As she got back up on her feet, she grinned. Although she did began to hate the mask, somehow it blocked her thoughts.
"Perhaps it's not allowed, but who cares!"
As she spoke, she grabbed the helmet and ripped ot off her head, as she then threw it in the ground. She hated it if her head was covered.
As her hair slowly blew in the wind, and her eyes were filled with flames, a grin would appear on her face again, as she now was able to see eye to eye with her opponent. As she made her way back to him, she suddenly felt hands around her arms, Ugly Puglies... As they had a thight grip on her, she used her legs to lift herself up, did a flip and got released. Within the air itself, she launched a tornado kick against their faces to atleast gain some distance between them.
This was thougher than she had imagined... But it was a heck of fun!
((If it isn't allowed to remove the mask from the suit, just tell me and I'll change it :) I ain't that bad with changes xD))</s>
<|message|>Jennifer James
Jennifer hopped and shouted a quick "Sorry" before drawing her sword and charging back into battle. Blocking a strike from one of the puddies she slashed across it's chest, sending it flying in a series of sparks. Hearing Kiara shout she turned to see her battle this monster who had joined the battle. Watching her be thrown aside by the creature she struck down two other puddies before running towards her. As Kiara threw off her helmet and kicked the puddies off, Jennifer slashed at them sending them flying as Kiara landed.
Taking a stance next to Kiara she nodded towards her, readying her defence as the creature approached.</s>
<|message|>Candice Roxanne Knight
Candice: "Yeah I am OK, I just got surprised that is all."
Soon one of the grey things went for her again but this time she was ready as she soon did a punch to the chest followed by a side kick. The gray clay man fell back and it seemed it did not get back up. The pink ranger created a fist for a moment before turning to see a creature in gold, what was it? All she knew at the moment is that it was not friendly, on top of that it seemed one of the rangers had removed the helmet. Was that safe she thought to herself, did the creature have something to take advantage of because the black ranger had no helmet on? This event was way to real and so she wondered if she had slipped somewhere and bumped her head or if she was in a coma. Everything was way to real to be fake and soon Candice headed towards the gold dude, she stayed a nice distance but she was closer to him and was only a 10 steps away from her partner Hayden.
Goldar laugh when one of the rangers tried to take him on, one ranger was not enough. Even more so that these rangers were new at this sort of thing. The gold being soon pointed his sword at the lot who were still busy with the foot soldiers, he would now intervene with the rangers. It was the perfect time, he did not fear any of the ranger. His eyes gazed over the pink ranger, a laugh followed as his sword soon pointed at the pink ranger. The rangers were nothing to him and the pink ranger was no threat to him but would that always stay the same?
Goldar: "Hahahahahaaaaaaaaaa....... Foolish power rangers, you can't beat the mighty Goldar. When I defeat you, I will take your power coins and give to my empress. Then we will grind this planet into nothingness. Hahahahahahaaaaaa. Come take me on if you dare pink ranger, I will play with you for a while before destroying you where you stand."
Candice: "Goldar huh, I will remember that name."
She was not going to take him on, she was not sure of her abilities yet and at that it might be better to do it with the ranger she was partnered up with or better with the group as a whole. The pink ranger soon turned to see how the others were doing and this was her second mistake as this gave Goldar a reason to charge at her and by the time she turned round he was in front of her and so he attacked her causing her to fly back a bit and having some form of sparks to happen. On top of that her suit had a black mark on now.</s>
<|message|>Ethan Johnson
Seeing Goldar attack Candice Ethan pulled out his gun and carefully aimed before firing at the armored creature. However one of the putty patrollers saw the opportunity and punched him in the back of the head, not even a second after he pulled the trigger. After turning around he quickly fired another shot hitting the monster point blanc in the chest.
While the shot took that putty down the rock gauntlet wearing had gotten back up and seeing what had happened to it's ally , it knocked the blaster out of Ethan's hand. Angrily the unarmed blue Ranger responded by kneeing it in what would have been the crotch if it was human.</s>
<|message|>Lucas McGee
"Heller ser I would to sell you some SPIDERS and BATS!" Lucas seeing the opportunity to sneak up behind the gold guy whose name is apparently Goldar, which he then proceeds to jump on Goldar's back and execute a successful strangle hold.
"Good, now let's take Goldie Locks over there and teach him not mess with us Rangers." Hayden turns towards Goldar and yells,"You want to fight, then well give you a fight, but not a one on one no your way to powerful for that so it's all or nothing."</s>
<|message|>Ethan Johnson
When Goldar got hit by Ethans's shot he looked in his direction but upon seeing the blue ranger fight decided he wasn't worth his time. Ethan who had no idea that he even managed to get the armored ape's attention, was desperately trying to reach his gun so that he could deal with the rock gauntlet putty patroller. The clay creature had responded to the totally ineffective kick by punhing hte blue hard enough in the chest to force him down on his knees and was now kicking him in the sides.</s>
<|message|>Candice Roxanne Knight
Goldar: "Very well power brats, I will defeat you all for my empress."
Even with the yellow ranger strangling him he was still ready though of course he would do whatever he could to get them off him. The putties were slowly but surely dropping in numbers.
Candice: "I think we should do a team attack, just you and me before sending the rest of us in to take this goof on."
She was not clear what the attack was but she hoped her partner was gamed to do it with her. So far she had seen she was flexible and maybe that meant she was the agile one or at least one of them. Candice had yet not touched the weapon on her as she soon nodded for a moment before making a stance followed up with her hinting to an attack coming. Whatever the team attack would be would need to be done quickly. Soon she was off, hopefully red ranger would follow behind as the pink ranger soon jumped in the air and did a flying kick towards the golden goof. With her partner following in for an attack Goldar should get a surprise from one of them if not both of them. Candice planned to hit him on his upper left chest to make him stagger if she was strong enough, hopefully her partner could help with that.</s>
<|message|>Kiara Crassins
Kiara glanced at her teammates for a moment, all of them were fighting and some of them were even joining her to fight goldylocks. Perhaps they weren't that bad, but she wanted to see what they could do. And as she saw that the Ulgy Puglies were dropping rapadly, she yawned for a moment. There were six of them, and just a few of those Ulgy Puglies, and then ofcourse there was that Goldylocks. Perhaps it was time for her midnight nap? They could handle it with just the five of them right?
"You guys can handle the rest right?"
Kiara grinned, as she walked towards her helmet and placed it back on her head. As she then walked towards one of the buildings that more or less had collapsed, as she reached it she layed down so that she could see the fight, and even get her beauty sleep.
As she sat down, she made herself comfortable so that she could see the fight, and even enjoy a bit of relaxation. She wasn't planning to fight for now, although she got quite the thrill a moment ago. She had just entered her relaxation mode, and wasn't planning on coming out of it for the time being. They could easily take down that princess by themselves.</s>
<|message|>Lucas McGee
"Hey Lucas help me hold this guy." Hayden rushes Goldar and grabs his arm, using his leg he traps Goldar's leg.
"You got it." Lucas lets go of Goldar and pulls a similar move to Goldar's other leg and arm."Well now looks like your going down goldielocks."
"Hmmph, pitiful." Goldar takes his arms and pulls them forward into a clapping motion the force of this throws Hayden and Lucas off of him sending them flying, Hayden crashes into Ethan and the rock gauntlet Putty troop. Lucas crashes into the last few Putty soldiers.</s>
<|message|>Jennifer James
Watching everything unfold Jennifer figured "Screw it" and attacked Goldar. After exchanging a few blows Jennifer was thrown back in a hail of sparks. Getting up she punched the ground and charged again with Goldar dispatching her swiftly and sending her flying to the feet of her team mates.
"Any ideas?" she asked</s>
<|message|>Ethan Johnson
Thanks to Hayden's unintentional help Ethan managed to reach his gun and finished his opponent off with a head shot.When the white ranger asked for ideas he could only think of only one thing."Just one, we could try to hit to Goldar with all our blasters at the same time. No matter how strong he strong is I doubt he'll like that."</s>
<|message|>Candice Roxanne Knight
Jennifer: "Any ideas?"
Ethan: "Just one, we could try to hit to Goldar with all our blasters at the same time. No matter how strong he strong is I doubt he'll like that."
Candice watched as the black ranger walked from what she could see from the battle yet still close enough to witness it. Was was up with that she thought to herself. The idea Ethan had seemed like a good one and she had yet to use her blaster though the black ranger was needed for this to work, would five out of six be enough? her eyes soon floated down to her blaster, hopefully the group would do this as Goldar could probably tire them out before they could tire him out. The fact that Goldar was handling them was a bit worrying but from what Zordon had said they should pull through.
Candice: "Let's do it, I am getting tired of seeing monkey man over there."
Goldar: "Monkey man! I will show you I am no monkey man pink ranger."
Candice: Let's go rangers."
Candice soon pulls her blaster out ready to do the team shot that Ethan brought up, they were new and she did not want to take any more chances they already had to take. Who knew if Goldar was playing around with them or not.</s>
<|message|>Lucas McGee
Lucas gets up and rushes to the others blaster at the ready.
Hayden follows suit. "Hey, I think we need everyone for this to work." he calls to the black ranger.
(sorry it's short no idea what else to do.)</s>
| <|message|>Kiara Crassins
Kiara glanced over from her spot, as she saw everything from where she layed.
She grinned as most of them came up with the idea of using their weapons against that little miss princess.
As she stood up, she stretched a bit befote slowly walking towards the group.
This fight got bored quite fast... perhaps it was the weapon she had, and perhaps it was the team she was with. Who knows.
As she joined the group, she stared at them for a moment before grinning and grabbing her axe.
"Well, lets do this then!"</s> |
<|description|>Constance 'Connie' Blendin
Nickname: Connie
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Powers: Connie has the power of being completely and utterly normal compared to most of her schoolyard peers. In that Connie, despite the circumstances of her birth, appears to simply be a normal teenage human attending what she assumed to be a private school that she got accepted into due to nepotism above anything else. If the ability to be normal is a power, she's got it. If being able to gossip and socialize with peers is a power, yeah that's her power as well. Maybe her power is going shopping or popping down to a cafe for a drink. Maybe she's just a regular human and is fine with that.
Weakness: Numbers, as in mathematics. Connie has no ability to understand math beyond the basic multiplication tables up to about ten, and even then she gets a bit wonky once six comes into question. "Six times six? Isn't it...I only have five fingers! Six times six...if five times six is fifty six then six times six is sixty six!" That she is so bad with numbers is often why she doesn't realize when she's being overcharged at a store or is given incorrect change. "It was ten dollars, here's a twenty, I think I get five back, right?" Being a pescetarian she also has a weakness when it comes to meat that isn't fish, in that seeing it can make her nauseous and eating it is enough to make her run to the bathroom and be sick. Which really makes things difficult, considering the eating habits of her family and friends. Being a normal girl, she's also prone to being affected by magical influences, having no defenses for them. But surely her friends wouldn't think of using their powers on her, right!?
Skills: Despite her awful math skills, Connie is quite good with languages and words, being fluent in three languages thanks to being forced to study them from a young age. English, French, and oddly enough Latin - that was requested by her mother for some odd reason, the French was due to her father. She's got a flair for the dramatic, having spend most of her time under the shadow of dear mother and being groomed for a life under spotlights, so when a performance rolls around she is good at slipping into the role she has been cast for. But perhaps the greatest skill she has is being able to drink a cup of coffee while it is still piping hot from the machine. Does this mean her power is super taste buds!?
Hobbies: Being a fan of the arts makes drama a hobby of hers, and not just plays and live performances but films as well. She likes to host movie nights in her room for fellow film aficionados, but so far that's mostly just been her watching a movie on her computer while munching on a small bag of lightly salted popcorn. Costume design, or rather fashion design in general; Connie likes making outfits when she has the time and material, which is increasingly rare as school picks up. She once played a card game but found it hard to understand since it involved numbers so games are not something she understands. Connie also has an interest in watching live events, including concerts and sports - though when it comes to sports she's just as likely to stand around and ask questions as she is to watch and try to learn for herself. "What happens when the white ball goes over the fence? Why did they get three points with the orange ball but last time they got two?"
Background: Connie, by all accounts, should've been like other students at Orean, in that she should've had some sort of magical ability. Her father is from France, a former politician who went into early retirement and fell in love, or lust as she would call it, with a beautiful woman named Angelique. The two had their fair share of trysts that resulted in Connie's birth. What Connie has yet to figure out is that her mother is a bit of a seductress by way of having succubi powers. She thought it odd that her father was grey haired and fragile looking while her mother was constantly youthful, but she dismissed it as simply being the power of love. Each time Angelique and Connie's father were together, it drained more and more of his life, until he looked to be a geriatric when he was only middle aged.
Angelique had thought to make Connie into something of her heir before realizing that Connie took more after her father than her mother. Still, despite the disappointment, Angelique still cared for Connie on the hopes that one day she would develop latent abilities. Angelique was employed at Orean and it was at the suggestion of her mother that Connie applied and eventually got into the school to study under its language arts and drama programs.
Connie takes to the performance arts because her mother was once an actress - though not in the sort of movies Connie has ever seen. In many ways, Connie is just trying to make her mother proud in whatever ways she can, not knowing that by doing so she's limiting herself to chasing after a shadow that she didn't even know she was under.
Theme song: Girls on Film
The Mother We Share
Clubs:Drama Club
Dreams: Well mostly she has recurring dreams involving oceans. But she's not a dream analyst.</s>
<|message|>Ion Hinotoru
ATTENTION ALL!!
A young girl on the podium shouted; she knew that this would be a good year. For her students and workers fate will work their ways. Her voice was loud as she spoke on the mic to everyone waiting outside the school before a new year will begin. Before the school year will begin she would always say something first before everything starts even though it was very cheesy but that how it usually went.
"A new year is about to start. For better or for worse it will all change us. We cannot let fear trample us down. I know some of you are new and some of you are old, so don't fear…fate will lead you. Nothing meaningless happens here, it all happened for a reason so please before I bore you more with this peppy talk, aim sure you want tan meet new people and that such but..."
She raised her hand and shouted with all of her might. "Welcome to Orean Cause! For today will be a free day for all of you to have fun! Met some new friends and teachers! Later there will be a party for everyone! It will be at the school courtyard! So I hope all of you can join!" Loud party poppers popped out confetti at the entrance of the school. The headmaster left quietly like she vanished out of no where. Some student cheered for a new year as for some grew weary with the headmaster's words. They knew that the headmistress was a bit... bi polar when it comes to things and they are unsure with her true words.
Will fate really guide those souls? Or will it guide them somewhere else? right now its all up to them...
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Bride
Bride watched as everyone at the entrance went there ways and began talking to other people or maybe their friends. He looked alone as he had no one. This was his first day here and no wonder why he looked so alone, he wished to make a friend but it was hard for him. He didn't want to be used again but he wanted companionship. He was holding a small book, a light romance novel and though of reading it since he got no one else to talk to and he was shy to talk to anyone at first.
There was a bench and a nice oak tree beside it, he walked there and noticed he was getting some looks by other students. Some even winked at the boy, he knew he looked like a girl and he would even blush with a simple wink given to him so he had to blush right there. Bride sat down on the wooden bench and began to read the book he brought. Right then and there he looked so peacefully and calm, almost really looking like a bride.</s>
<|message|>Rei Nobuko
Rei walked outside. She stayed away from large groups of people. She walked quickly and quietly, heading to a nice tree. There was a bench beside the tree and a young girl was reading there. Rei ignored the girl and sat down,leaning her back against the tree. She pulled out a tablet and turned it on. There were hardly any apps on it. Just the necessities and one that Rei used for writing. Rei opened up her current book and began to write. She had already started writing the book a while ago and it was coming along great. Rei hummed slightly as she wrote, becoming absorbed in her work. A small part of her wondered what a person's reaction would be if they saw what she was writing. Rei was a pretty popular mystery and horror author, though thankfully she used a pen name, so hopeful her identity wouldn't be discovered, but that meant that Rei could write some pretty scary stuff.</s>
<|message|>Jack Risastor Örninn
Jack
Jack stood on the outskirts of the massive group. He'd been surprised at the headmistress's age...then remembered that probably at least half the people around him were like him - inhuman in some respect. That headmistress could be older than the planet for all he knew. It wouldn't do to underestimate these people.
He examined the mass again; some people were physically distinctive, like him - though no one was really as tall as he stood. Some had odd hair or eyes, maybe other characteristics...but all were dangerous after a fashion. Some even acted like him, skirting the outsides of the group. He noticed a couple of girls sitting on a bench outside, avoiding the group. He wondered idly who they were, before settling his duffle bag across his back. He had at least two years of education here. He had to find out who his benefactor was, and become a good worker so he could support himself. It was going to be a busy life at this school.
Hamlin
Hamlin stood near the podium with most of the other teachers. The headmistress was as bubbly as ever, he noted, smiling. She was one of a distinguished group whom he considered not to need his protection. Of course, he offered it anyway. He knew no different way.
He scanned the crowd. There were some promising looking individuals this year; tall ones, strong ones, skinny ones, strange ones...Hamlin smiled to himself as he fingered his flute. He had a feeling that these students were going to be so much fun...</s>
| <|message|>Constance 'Connie' Blendin
It was hard for Connie to peg down one emotion she was feeling at the moment. On the one hand, there was the natural excitement that came with a new school year and all the new possibilities it brought. On the other, last year at Orean Cause wasn't exactly memorable for her, try as she wanted she just never seemed to make any friends and more than one of her teachers yelled at her - not her fault that they taught math in a way that was far too complicated to understand. And if that wasn't bad enough, she didn't even get to perform in the school play because she missed the audition to take a math test she had failed.
Math. Always out to get her.
But Connie was determined not to let the failures of last school year keep her down, and this year she came prepared. As she listened to the speech with eyes wide and smile never fading, she nodded along to the words. There was going to be a party later, but Connie had additional plans for something to do instead of, or at least after, the party.
In her hands was a stack of papers, hand made and copied, with big, blocky words on them:
CONNIE BLENDIN'S FIRST MOVIE NIGHT OF THE YEAR!
With the students free to mingle, Connie set off, walking along the main grounds, stopping and handing out the fliers to any interested student.
"Movie night! After tonight's party! All are welcome! Bring a snack! Bring a blanket! Bring anything you want!" Connie was eager to hand them out and even more eager at the possibility of someone attending. She was not looking forward to repeating the mistakes of last year.</s> |
<|description|>Jiro
The Garnet Armband Comapny
Age: 31
Gender: Male
Class: Mercenary
Home country: Valm
Appearance:
Jiro is a medium sized man of thin muscular build. He has hair that reaches down to the end of his neck which is greyish black in color. He has a somewhat handsome face but he isn't considered especially attractive in terms of facial features. He has thin eyebrows that match his hair color. He wears a black leather coat, and a simple white shirt underneath it with a chain mail over his shirt. He wears a pair of standard brown combat boots while traveling or a simple pair of shoes while in a casual environment. He wears two steel shoulder pads and two leg guards with fingerless gloves as well when traveling. He stands at nearly six foot and is a rather imposing figure. He has a rather broad nose and his eyes are dark green which gives him a spooky look at times. His company's signature armband is on the left shoulder.
Personality:
Jiro is a simple man whom has no problem adjusting to most things in life. He is normally very calm and jovial when he is around people he knows about. However he is also known to be very serious and very blunt when the need arises though he dislikes being completely serious all of the time. He is very protective of his companions Zaku and Isabelle; willing to risk his life to save them both if need be and refuses to let anyone harm them.
Though he will make them fight their own battles when he thinks it is better for them to do so. He has disgust for cold weather and prefers warmer climates. He naturally is distrustful of people he doesn't know but he gives most people a chance to prove themselves and it is very unlikely for him to be caught off guard. He is not one to break under any sort of pressure and takes challenges in stride. Despite his age loves to screw around with people but does his best not to do it often and mostly only when he's bored.
When in combat he is a deadly individual having no qualms about playing dirty to win though he finds it unsatisfying if he has to play dirty and does indeed enjoy fighting people despite feeling bad about taking another's life. At the end of the day however Jiro is hardly a man of faith like the rest of his party. He practices the basic rights of Naga's worship to not get bothered by priests and he also knows the basic rights to the Plegia worshipers as well but he finds that much more distasteful. He has no interest in holy matters otherwise outside of mild curiosity. In regards to his job he only takes jobs from people whom pay him in advance by at least half and has prided himself in never backing down from a job.
Backstory:
Jiro was born in the Valm City of Nero's Cross, a small city near the coast but still prospers due to it being a prime trading location between the coast and Chon'sin. His father was a locksmith and a thief by trade earning money by anyone whom would hire him and his mother was a simple merchant whom met his father by chance on a festival and had fallen in love with the rogue. His father despite his profession was very protective and supportive of his son in childhood often bringing him presents while he learned to read from his mother whom loved to teach her son new things. As a young child he wasn't very energetic or curious but he was able to climb really well and put things together easily. His mother encouraged his exploration in the house and even took him for walks with family friends around.
His father would really start to take interest in him when he grew old enough to hold a sword and found out that the boy was very talented in that regard. But his mother disliked him practicing with sharp weapons so he was forced to use wooden weapons and even that was pushing it because his mother was very protective of Jiro. He received bumps and bruises but Jiro took it in stride and instantly took a liking to the nature of sword fighting even though it hurt and he was taught many valued lessons by sparring with his dad in his off time. He still continued to help his mother around her stall and later her business when it started to increase in size.
Later when his father was caught by the local mayor's aide for stealing from the local bank Jiro was left without a father for a time. However before Jiro's dad was sent to jail he had already picked up most if not all of the basics of sword play and became a natural at it quickly. Though he disliked his father's imprisonment he never really begrudged the local police as it was his dad's fault for being a thief. His mother on the other hand was miserable for a time and clung to her son for a time.
Jiro's life after that is one he prefers not to talk about but he states that he found another man whom he trained with for sometime before he became a mercenary much to his mother's disapproval. His father got out around this time and congratulated his son for his hard earned talents and stated he was proud of Jiro. As a mercenary he started out serving with a local sellsword group where he earned his keep at the age of ninteen. He would work with the sellswords for a couple years before going solo and earning a name for himself in the local area before branching out and going through Valm taking work where he could get it. He has seen many legends and learned many tricks while doing so. He often worked as a foot soldier as he disliked horses as combat tools seeing them as just another limb to worry about.
However his life took a strange turn as around the age of twenty five. On his way to another town he came across a slaughter where a group of men were fighting a caravan and curious he went to check it out. Most of them men were dead by the time he arrived. However he saw one brave young man fighting a great knight and he was clearly tired as the larger man eventually forced him down. But before the final blow was given Jiro saved the boy, for what reason he still doesn't know, and killed the great knight after blocking the blow. Then Jiro heard out the boy whom called himself Zaku and said he was the son of a bard traveling with the group and that his dad died in the battle. Jiro felt bad for the kid and offered him the chance to join him. Zaku didn't even hesitate and joined Jiro.
Zaku and Jiro would get along extremely well as the boy spoke little, ate little, and was very polite and well mannered. Jiro hadn't intended to work with a official partner but he found one in the seventeen year old boy. In fact Jiro found that the boy had the works of a skilled myrmidon and took him as an unofficial protege. The two worked for many a lord in both Valm and the nearby land of Akaneia under anyone whom would pay well for both of these men. On the way back to a local Ferox Lord whom has been looking to settle a 'debt to a Plegian Wyvern Rider' they ran into a group of sellswords under attack by a group of shadowy men. They had come across this by taking a short cut across an abandoned castle. Most of the sellswords ran away and Jiro felt disgust in the matter and was about to turn away when Zaku pointed out a strange sight, a young girl in a fancy dress holding a healing stave whom was hiding from the group of men. Jiro decided to get the young girl out of there despite Zaku's protests to leave them and that this was none of their business.
However Jiro pointed out that Zaku would be dead if not for that line of thought being tossed aside from Jiro years ago. Jiro saved the young girl and killed the assassins with Zaku in tow cutting a bloody swathe and saving the girl. The girl was shaken but she held her composure surprisingly well. Zaku immediately dismissed the assassins from a lack of skill having been killed by two swords for hire. The girl thanked them and tried to explain herself before Jiro dismissed her saying this was a 'freebie' and that she should be more careful from now on. Zaku was glad to be finally moving on but the girl followed them. Despite Zaku and Jiro flat out ignoring her for two hours she finally wore them down and she explained that she was a runaway from a local lord's hideaway saying that she had taken company in the service of the sellswords before being attacked.
She figured that she was now a free agent and asked to join them seeing as they had no cleric on their side and stating that she herself was a cleric with a skill and aptitude for healing people. She also knew a variety of other skills. Zaku objected immediately but Jiro felt a strange sympathy for the young girl whom was no more than sixteen or fifteen at the time and agreed to take her in. Together they would work together and since they were now considered a larger group Jiro declared that they were the Garnet Armband Company after the armbands that Jiro had purchased for them with money given to them by their latest job. Jiro had become a leader much to his own disbelief but was oddly happy that he now had a family of sorts and two years had past since then.
Weapons: Steel Sword (Bastard Sword)
Items: Elixir
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Name: Zaku
Age: Twenty Three
Gender: Male
Class: Myrmidon
Home country: Valm
Appearance:
He wears a light brown hard leather vest when fighting as a way of protecting his body with minimal hindrance to his own movement. He wears his armband around his right arm just tight enough for it not to slide around his arm.</s>
<|message|>Jiro
"We're going straight into the fight with the monks kid? Did you even think this through? Zaku and I haven't used our swords all day. It may cause us some problems going right into our weakest point immediately." Jiro commented as Zaku chuckled. "Talk for yourself old man. Monks are the one type of mages I think I can deal with with. Monks deal with light and burning attacks. Close your eyes and go in for the kill." Zaku commented as he grabbed his wooden sword from nearby and Jiro grabbed a larger one of the same. "So kid what types of weapons are you going to use? Swords, tomes, axes, or what have you?" Jiro asked of Matt as he looked around the area. The group of monks they were going to fight looked tired but were drinking elixirs over on the other side of the area. "You know just because they're tired doesn't mean they'll lose. Beware Zaku I know how well you deal with magic." Jiro commented to him as the two sat down together on a bench and Jiro helped Zaku strap on his leather fighting vest. The crew had to stop on the way to the stadium to get Zaku's vest and Jiro's chain mail shirt and pauldrons. After Zaku got done with that he pulled his sword off his belt gingerly and gave it to one of the people nearby, "If that thing is so much as scratched I will rip out your throat." he muttered to the man quietly in his ear after pulling him close. Jiro got up and the cling of his chainmail was heard from a mile away and he swung his sword for a few practice runs. "You know we're lucky they have no bishop with them."</s>
<|message|>Matthew
Matthew was still wearing his armor from the earlier fight so he just collected a wooden sword and a couple of weaker spells book, these kind of books were designed to cause pain but not injury no matter how hard you hit with them. "I'm swordsman and a mage, so I can swap between the two in combat." He said as he checked his straps and buckles. "The Bishops prefer to avoid fighting the, beside's Dark Mages are worse, light magic is the weakest against the average person, now if we were dark mages or nightmarish creatures, that be a different story." He said smiling at the tome. "But Light magic has a weakness, Anima magic my specialty, almost anima mages are highly resistant to there spells, kinda like how Pegasus Knights are resistant to it in all forms." He finished his checks placing a thunder tome in one hand and a sword in the other he smiled. "Jiro you want to lead us out?"</s>
| <|message|>Jiro
"Kid there hasn't been a nightmare creature in these parts since King Marth from what I heard. And Black Mages...Oh black mages are just another part of the grand scheme of things. They're slow...really slow. And they're either shaman who specialize in slow painfully strong magic or duel wield anima and-why am I explaining this too you!? You probably already know this! Whatever just wait a second would you?" Jiro said as he went over to Zaku and patted him on the back. "Go in and kick ass bud." Jiro said to him as they clasped hands and Zaku nodded. "You'd expect anything less from me? I think you're going to become senile faster than any man in history if you did otherwise." Zaku said to Jiro as the two prepared to go out into the small battle circle. "Alright let's do this!" Jiro shouted as he suddenly roared a loud growl and charged out into the circle as the monks stood in attendance on the other side of the area. "Good luck too you good sirs!" shouted one of the monks, a short young boy with blonde hair who wore mage robes and a priest cap. The other two were dressed in the usual white monk robes with a green sash that seemed unique to their temple. "We will win this! We must for the sake of the people I'm sorry for any damage we may cause." called another one. Zaku whom had just caught up to Jiro who had charged as far as he could go without going over the perimeter line that divided the two groups looked at the monks, "You have no idea how badly your going to lose this fight do you?" Zaku called over with a taunt uncharacteristically of him. But Jiro knew it was probably in no small part due to his hatred of magic users. "THE BETS ARE SET! ARE YOU PREPARED CONTESTANTS? ARE YOU READY!?" the announcer called out with cheesy gusto. "YOU FREAKING RIGHT I'M READY!" Jiro shouted shoving his blade into the air and glaring at the monks who were completely unfettered by the taunts. "GO!" The man shouted as Jiro and Zaku both jumped to the left and right respectively and charged forward as the enemy mages casted light tome spells that shattered the ground almost immediately, They're quick on the draw! Jiro thought as he charged forward and completely tanked another enemy spell cast by the small boy. It hurt still as the spell stung at his eyes and burnt his skin slightly.
The other two monks cast spells at Zaku in an attempt to overwhelm him but much to their surprise Zaku was almost dancing through their spells as he was there one moment and gone the next like a blur of light. "I'm no ordinary myrmidon you simpletons...magic is for weaklings who can't look their enemies in the eye as they kill them." Zaku grumbled as he twirled and jumped past the spells. When it was clear that it wasn't working one of the others turned their attention to Matthew and started to mumble as his hands started to glow with fierce bright light.</s> |
<|description|>Samuel
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Class: Calavier
Home country: Plegia
Appearance:
Personality: Samuel comes off as a brutish young man. He is unpleasant to be around he tends to start fights frequently. In fact if he was born an only child he would probably be dead. It doesn't matter whether he is talking to a person who deserves to be respected or someone who deserves to be insulted. He does not give any special treatment to anyone except his sister, Samantha.
In battle Samuel does change that much. The main difference is that he becomes more talkative and sociable when he is wielding a weapon. It may be that he is doing something that he enjoys but he tends to open up himself to those he battles. He still doesn't make a whole lot of friends in battle because most of his comments do tend to be sarcastic and trash talking. Occasionally he uses sarcasm but it isn't one of his most defined traits.
To his sister he acts a bit different. When he is alone with Samantha he does act gentle and almost kind. He realizes that his sister depends and looks up to him. When he is alone with his sister he almost acts like a respectable human being. That may be because she is blood or it may be because there is nothing he could gain from her.
Biography/history:
Little is known about where Samuel and his sister originated from. Two years ago there was a small village on the border of Plegia. This village was so small that no one would know the name unless they had crossed through it. Shortly after the war this village had become over run with bandits. It came to the point where the bandits had the villagers enslaved to do whatever the bandits requested. These bandit ruled this small town for three solid months the group of bandits lost power. A young man of only seventeen years old slayed every single bandit.
For six months Samuel traveled with his younger sister from village to village killing every single bandit he came across for no real unexplained reason. That was until a young prince asked him why he fought. Samuel responded that he felt like it and nothing more. This prince saw him as a man with a good heart and begged him to be one of his sentries. Samuel agreed only if he could continue slaying bandits under the name of this prince and that his sister be well taken care of. With those conditions met he was trained by the castle guard. Although few men could hold up to him in a sword he had taken up a few other skills as well as raising a steed.
Even though he wore allegiance to a master he did not go out of his way to befriend anyone. His time in training could be seen as a required task opposed to the honor other hopeful sentries took it as. He took the tasks given to him in stride and eventually pasted the entry course to be named a warrior in the name of this kingdom. Sometime after he completed his training his sister had become a Pegasus Knight in the name of the prince. At his request when he was given duties to carry out by the kingdom his sister was the only travel companion he kept. On his most recent assignment Samantha and he were sent to attend a festival in Ylisse. Their objective was to see if it would be safe to send a noble from their kingdom or would a Plegian be slaughtered on the spot.
Weapons: Iron Sword
Items: Vulnerary
Other: His horse is named River.
Name: Samantha
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Class: Pegasus Knight
Home country: Plegia
Appearance:
Personality:
Samantha is an upbeat girl. There is barely anything in the world that can get this girl down. If fact there are some days where people have to get her to calm down because she acts so positive about life. She had a tendency to scream and shout whenever she wants to be heard.
Even though at first she seems completely different from her brother she does share his love for battle. When she gets into battle she has a tendency to get bored quickly when he is fighting someone who is easy. The more she gets hit in the battle causes Samantha to become bloodthirsty and savage in battle. This can cause a problem because she sometimes loses sight of her objectives as a Pegasus Knight when she enjoys battle too much. However it can get out of hand when she intentionally tries to get into a fight because a Pegasus Knight does wear a whole lot of armor so that her flying steed can maintain flight easily.
Biography/history:
Little is known about where Samantha and her brother originated from. The first sighting of either of them happened two years ago. A large group of bandits took over a small town on the border of Plegia and Ylisse. These bandits ravaged and fed off of this town until there was almost nothing left of it. Then Samantha and her brother wandered into town and were outraged with how things were running. Fifteen year old Samantha watched her brother slaughter the entire gang of bandits. At that moment Samantha and her brother were known as a sign of death towards any bandit.
For six months Samantha traveled with her brother Samuel as they drifted from village to village. They didn't have money problem like normal drifters because whenever her brother did not like the way a village was being run he killed a whole lot of people. Within these sx months they became known locally as a symbol of death and destruction to any village they came across. That was until a young prince recruited her brother to be a soldier. It did baffle Samantha because she knew that her brother hated authority.
Samantha decided if her brother was going to join the kingdom's military then so should she. She trained day and night until she was eligible to befriend a pegasi as a pegasus knight. During training she learned that she was a natural with a lance. Considering how most Pegasus Knights were female she took to it easily because most women weren't any more physically stronger than she was. Before long she was granted the authority to fight in the name of the crown. Upon her brothers request she was specially used to back up Samuel in combat from the air. On numerous occasions the two teamed up to vanquish bandits who dared to enter their territory. Now they were given a new assignment. Their kingdom was invited by the new ruler of Ylisse to a festival held in the name of peace. The king wasn't sure if it was right to trust Ylisse yet so they sent Samantha and her brother to investigate.
Weapons: Slim Lance
Items: Vulnerary
Other: Her Pegasus is named Hiki.</s>
<|message|>Samuel
That alarm is good as any, Samuel thought to himself as he drew his blade. The bronze did not shine as much as silver but a tool to kill was not supposed to be bright and flamboyant. The man took of after Zaku with a slightly slower speed because his clanging armor did slow him down a bit. By the time he arrived at the scene of the fight he was confronted by two Myrmidons. Samuel approached from one end of the two so he would have a moment before the further one could slice at him. With that he brought his blade up to collide with the first Myrmidon's blade only for Samuel to balance his weight onto one foot and have his boot crush the shin of this Myrmidon. Now that he had an opening Samuel pulled back a step to plunge his blade into the ground before grappling the Myrmidon in pain and throwing him into his partner before Samuel could grip his bade and drive it into the pair. As luck was not on his side the second troop managed to back away in time to escape with his life in tact for the moment.</s>
<|message|>Zack Kosnin
Zack could feel the white hot pain from his shoulder dissipate and being replaced by a feeling of cold water running against his flesh as he wound was healed. Zack brought his shield down slamming into the veteran soldier's lance turning a fatal strike to a glancing wound along the outside of his thigh, as a arrow intended for a killing strike bounced off his helmet sending sending wave of pressure along his head as his helmet saved his life. Zack side stepped placing the soldier between him and the archer well thrusting his spear at the soldier only to produce sparks as the Iron tip of his spear bounced off of the soldier shield. " Well this is a good fight." Zack said as he barely dodged the man's lance. Zack leaned in a he struck the man in his with a minor blow to his shoulder his armor taking the brunt of the strike. Zack unleashed a grunt as the soldier slammed a meaty paw into Zack's cheek welling up blood where flesh broke. They were to close for lances and Zack brought his shield into the man's bicep to buy himself a second of reprieve and caught his breath well back pedaling opening up space as another arrow whistled past to close for comfort.
Zack brought his shield up barely in time to block a arrow that shattered on impact with the metal shield, white hot pain spread as the soldier used the opening and brought the tip of his lance just under Zack's breastplate before Zack jerked backward and knocked the spear away."You will face the wrath of a pissed Ylisse soldier!" Bellowed Zack as he swung his lance that bit into nothing but air to fend the soldier away. Zack took small steps forward thrusting repeatedly at the soldier forcing him back like nobles fencing but much less nimble and flashy. The soldier batted Zack's lance away refusing to give anymore ground to Zack. In this second of an opening Zack brought his lance overhead and gripped it with both hands and swung it like a bat. The wooden Lance's wooden shaft gave with the impact in a shower of splinters and broke in two on impact with the soldiers side stunning him for a split second. Zack Charged impacting his waist and wrapping his arms around the mans waist and lifting him off the ground before slamming him into the ground. Zack felt the soldiers fist connect with the bridge of his nose releasing a stream of blood from his nose but that did not get Zack off the Man. Zack unconnected his shield and swung at the man repeatedly striking across his face and chest. Zack's attention was pulled away when a arrow impacted his breast plate but failed to pierce the arrow as the angle of impact deflected the arrow.
The Soldier slammed a fist into Zack's jaw knocking him onto his side and leaped on Zack wrapping his meaty paws around Zack's neck trying to drain the life of him. Zack could feel each breath harder to take,Zack drove blow after blow into the soldier's side well fighting to try and free himself. Darkness slowly crawled in on Zack's vision, He dropped his arms to the ground as his energy to keep fighting was drained away. Feeling his hand resting on the tip of his broken lance he grabbed it with what energy was left and brought it into the side of the soldier's chest. Light slowly fought it's way back into his vision as the grip around his neck lessened he struck again and again in a spray of warm blood. Zack slammed the lance head into the solder's neck in a final fatal blow feeling his weight as the soldier's lifeless corpse collapsed onto Zack. Zack's vision cleared as he let loose with a salvo dry coughs as he fought to gain his energy from underneath the body.
Zack pushed the soldier off him as another Arrow whizzed past as the Archer surprise got the best of him watching his friend fall in the fight. Zack grabbed the Soldier's steel Lance and forced himself to his feet and plodded forward well taking deep breaths as he worked into a full run charging the archer as a rushed arrow went wide. Zack Slammed the lance into the Archers gut with a sickening thud lifting the archer off the ground until he stopped moving as blood ran down the shaft off the lance.Zack dropped the body from the lance his breathing returning to normal he slowly plodded over toward the dead soldier cleaning blood away from his face and retrieving his shield. " Thank you for the help, My lady, If i may request some more help I'm currently in search of a young girl the people were holding for a ransom."Said Zack as he wrapped his scarf around the wound below his breastplate stemming the stream of blood trickling away.</s>
<|message|>Isabelle
"Hey you saw me!? Jiro is going to make me work on my hiding skills again! Naga damn it!" Isabelle said clapping her feet down on the floor. "Well I suppose I could just take solace in the face that I helped you. But really...that was a big much even by mercenary standards." Isabelle said looking at the carnage around them. "So uh...where's my friend. You know broody, has a nice sword, and is careless around all life in general." Isabelle said as she crossed the hallway and walked up to the man. "Well if it counts I'm Isabelle by the way." she said awkwardly stepping around the corpse of the soldier.
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The myrmidon fighting Zaku was wary and not as skilled with that iron blade as he could've been. Zaku quickly spun around the man as he attempted to thrust him in the gut. Grabbing onto the man's arm and putting his foot around the man's leg Zaku tripped the man with ease and kicked him in the head. Dazed Zaku stabbed him in the gut but it wasn't a fatal wound, if left untreated it may be, and stomped hard on the man's knee for good measure. "Now stay down." Zaku grumbled as he charged in from behind the myrmidons who were facing Samuel stabbing one through the abdomen with surprising quickness. Taking advantage of the situation he kicked the man back into his partner who had turned to face Samuel forcing him forward. The blow was ill timed but lucky as it pushed Samuel out of the way of a man with an axe who just bust through a door and the axe instead found it's mark in a friendly instead of an enemy unlucky for him it was the one whom he had stabbed and not the one who was going for Samuel. Zaku charged forward to engage the man getting in close and personal slashing him twice on the body but not bringing him down. The myrmidon who had not been killed stood up weakly and tried to slash Samuel but it was a poor blow of a man who knew he had no chance in hell.</s>
| <|message|>Samuel
Samuel stood there as the bandit that he was fighting him kept him busy while his partner finished up his mess over there. That was at least until large man with an axe decimated the door on his trip into the fray. That meant nothing to Samuel since his partner decided to take on the large foe while Samuel was stuck dealing with this tiny bandit who remained. "You're not going to do much without some resolve." Samuel bantered to the Myrmidon as he frailly swung his blade at Samuel. It was almost moving in slow motion in the leer of Samuel. Even fighting in armor the soldier managed to side step this blow with ease and swung his sword in a vertical arc right into the scared bandit's shoulder. "You should have fought for a better cause." the soldier mumbled as he turned away from the myrmidon. Even if that bandit did survive that strike then Sanuel was prone to allow him to keep his life. There was no honor in kicking a wounded puppy. Even if he would have been screwed if the bandit did get back up and stab him in the back. Samuel was more keen on diverting his attention to lending Zaku a hand because the axeman would probably kill his temporary comrade if they fought one on one.</s> |
<|description|>Batu
Character Sheet:
Age: 26
Gender: Male
Class: Wyvern Rider
Home country: Ferox
Appearance:
He also wears leather lamellar armour in his chest with similar lamellar shielding for his arms and legs.
Personality: Batu, as a steppe nomad has poor social skills though he can interact enough to trade in settlements. His social skills are surprisingly better with animals due to his expertise in hunting. Though as a nomad he is expected to be able to survive harsh terrain, he has the most difficulty in hot deserts. As a hunter, he is patient and is accepting of short-comings. Due to varying or no beliefs at all in Ferox, he is also tolerant to various faiths.
Biography/history: Batu was born and raised on the saddle to a tribe of wyvern-riding Feroxi steppe nomads, believed to be migrants from either Valm or Plegia by how wyvern riders are rare in Ferox. As a child he was taught the skills needed to survive the steppes of Ferox, such as hunting, fishing and of course, wyvern riding. He learned to master riding his wyvern and named him Tengri.
Batu's father was poisoned by a rival tribe and his own tribe left his family for dead, losing their leader. Forced to live in poverty and the slow eventual death of the rest of his family from starvation and disease he began wandering and surviving in the steppes alone with Tengri. He and his loyal mount survived through luck or constant consumption of decaying animal carcasses.
He was also one of the very few Feroxi wyvern nomads to interact directly with settlements, doing so after he came of age. He sold his hunting game in exchange for weapons and food he can't obtain, pragmatic with what he can make himself and not. Occasionally he took mercenary work but found hunting and selling game a better job for himself.
Weapons: Steel axe
Items: Hunting knife, Hunting lance, Yurt tent</s>
<|message|>Samuel
Samuel listen to Silk's comment but did not even bother to respond. He's always traveled with Samantha since that incident happened. Ever since then he had been alone with his sister going from town to village to town. It was not an upbringing he was proud of but that is the reality of how he was raised but this was not a group he was gong to share that with. He looked up at his sister flying about. He had hoped that she wasn't dense enough to share that with the other either. He heard Isabelle comment about how can the rattle snake be scary. "We were not but little children when that happened." Samuel responded without really thinking before listening to Matthew's boring story. In truth Samuel wanted to laugh when he told us how he got beat by a women time after time but that would be rude. By most standard cutting down their tactician was usually not a wise move. Then Samantha soon returned from her quick scout in the air.
"Everyone, Everyone!" Samantha yelled as her pegusas landed near the group. "I think I saw something head of us. It looked like a caravan of some sort. Lets check it out." She said looking too excited.</s>
<|message|>Matthew
Matthew smiled when Zaku mentioned Duke Virion, his family had always sucked up to Duke's. He'd never been Virions biggest fan but he had changed things. "Actually he's moved women in noble society up much, most of the commoners back home are considered equals. However since Virions new policies women compete in tourneys and duels, I was actually crowned Champion at the duel one year by the Duke himself. The best part was when I found out that only people who bet on me were my sister, my teacher, and Serenity. I bankrupted a couple people that day, anyway I used some of the gold to purchase supplies for my trip. Paid my parents a sum equal to the dowry they would have gotten if they married off and left. The rest I had spent for on my sister, I got her set up in a good school in Chon'sin Rosanne border area. She can study whatever she likes and it's all paid for, I made sure she was taken care of and not married off to some lecherous old man."
"As for getting hung up on the flag pole Jiro, I doubt that. She's had no competition to sharpen her skills, while I've had plenty." He smiled at the older man. "Beside's Serenity as scary Zaku is silent and as gifted with the sword as Isbelle is at being loud." He stepped up to walk beside the older man as the Pegasus Knight landed.
"A caravan? Sounds like a bandit trap or a trap already sprung. Can the group stay back a minute, I want to see I can spot any trouble. Also could Silk and Jiro come with me, the rest of you ready weapons. Before you tell me not to order you around you don't have to listen but if you want to into a dozen archers line of sight be my guest." He walked up towards the front. "I'd prefer to see no one die today, so listen to my advice please?" He told them sighing he check his blade and his tome. The mages were worn, he'd need a new spell book soon.</s>
<|message|>Jiro
Jiro was about to comment back when the little pegasus girl came flailing back towards them panicked and seemingly distressed by something. When she got back to them Jiro looked up towards the girl. "Whoa there feathers calm the hell down for a second. A wrecked caravan? That ain't something we can ignore. Especially since it's in our path. Alright then. Matty and Samuel can guard our rear. Silk you got our flanks. Feathers you can make sure there's no aerial units nearby. Me, soldier boy, and Zaku got point. Isabelle stays in the center." Jiro said as Zaku nodded and took his position next to Jiro. Isabelle was worried about the news but she didn't show it instead she put on a firm face and marched back towards the middle of everyone. "Alright troop advance!" Jiro said as he started to jog forward at a steady pace. Not enough to exert himself to much but just enough to make faster progress than what they were making. He also wanted to make sure he didn't overlook anything. He was worried about what they'd find when they got there.
When the group arrived at the caravan they noticed the place looked ravaged and pilfered. What was more disturbing was there was burn marks everywhere. Clearly some where by magic as the ground was burnt too but some clearly were lit by torches as three of the four wagons was burnt to the ground. There was also blood near the front and back of the caravan. Whatever had attacked the caravan had done so in a well made assault. And there weren't any trees around...How the hell did they get flanked so bad in a place like this. Jiro kicked a fallen helmet out of the way. It was of Ferox make not Plegia or Ylisse. And it had a nasty smash in the middle of it. "Oh my god..." Isabelle whispered as she looked around and saw that somewhat dried blood was everywhere. There was even some inside of the wagon parts that had broken off before they got burnt by whoever was here.
"Nothing we haven't seen before. Grow up." Zaku said bluntly as he spit on the ground. "Cold Zaku...really cold. What I want to know is...where is the bodies? And more importantly why is there still equipment laying about?" Jiro said as he knelt down to examine a blood trail that went off into the grass. He didn't see anything else. No wild animals could've done this...that meant..."My guess it was wyvern riders or pegasus knights wasn't it Jiro?" Isabelle said suddenly as Jiro looked back at her and grinned widely and patted her on the shoulder. "Yeah that's my guess too Isabelle. Fan out. Search the place for survivors I'm going to check the grass. Zaku try to find out what this caravan was about. You're always good with the names of companies." Jiro said bluntly as Zaku nodded and started to try and look for symbols or other indicators of who these poor souls were.
All over the dirty dirt road there were jewels with dried blood on them, armor and weapons ranging from lances to axes and swords, and even a treasure chest that was hacked open and half the gold was taken out leaving it mostly empty. There were no bodies in the caravans towards the back...or what was left of them. The one in the middle was left untouched though and the smell of blood came heavily from it but there was no blood trails towards it just a big splotch of blood near the back of it. Why it was untouched was anyone's guess. The wagons that were burnt to the ground had some left overs and a skeleton of what they once where but the wood was splintered and broken clearly showing signs of combat.</s>
<|message|>Zack Kosnin
Zack moved slowly bringing his lance and shield ready to use in case of combat looking for any sign of life around the lost caravan as he moved shifting equitment he crossed with his lance tip. "this was a intresting method for sure."said Zack as he moved past the edge of the last burnt out wagon and kept scannning as he walked looking for foot prints or blood trails.</s>
<|message|>Batu
A Wyvern rider, clad in the garbs of a Feroxi steppe nomad observed the group from a far. From what he can see there are a variety of personalities as he can spot a Myrmidon, cleric, pegasus knight, and a thief from his range but there appeared to be more people. He woke up too late and took time to dismantle his yurt tent, leaving them unable to catch them at the town. He flew lower and grabbed his wyvern by it's rein, getting off and walking to them. "Hello." He greeted them. "I heard that there is a large group after a bounty. I mean no harm. I hope to join you in this bounty." He can say he is short on cash to continue his nomadic travels too so he needs some funds.</s>
<|message|>Jiro
Zaku pivoted on his heels and turned with his sword in hand facing the wyvern rider. Jiro stopped his search and did the same. "Rather convenient timing I must say that you have chosen to arrive here rider. How do we know you're not a part of this whole mess around here...have you even noticed where you are?" Zaku asked the new comer and his pet dragon. "I'm all for new comers big guy but this ain't exactly the place where anyone just shows up unannounced." Jiro commented as he glared back at the newly arrived rider.</s>
<|message|>Samuel
Samuel took his spot near the back of the group. It would take a good amount of effort to stop him from taking a slice out of the tactician but there were other things to be worries about. He watch as his sister took off and took the high-spot to look over the whole group. Samuel knew he would make Jiro pay for it later on some way or another. By the time they finally hit the caravan it looked as if it was ransacked. There were signs all over of fire magic. It was probably a group of mages waiting in the wing until it was time to launch their assault. Either way it was clear that there were no survivors. Soon he saw a Wyveryn Ride had landed and approached them asking to join the group. "If he took down this caravan then he must be the mere scout-boy." Samuel said as he continued to examine the area. "I don't think he has the fire power to do this kind of damage." Samuel said.</s>
<|message|>Batu
Batu handed Jiro his steel axe, in pristine condition as he has only purchased it from the market the other day to replace his old axe. "My axe is too new to be involved in this bloodshed." He presented. "I only bought this yesterday." From a bag carried by Tengri be brought out his ornate hunting lance and a hunting knife. "These are not the traditional weapons for a wyvern rider. I merely use them for hunting." From their first impression the two looked experienced as fighters and being able to distrust him showed experience.
The nomad nodded at Samuel's comment on being alone. "I travel alone, and Tengri carries too many heavy objects to be a proper scout." He added. This was true as the wyvern carried the yurt, food, furs and other supplies. These would be carried by separate wyverns but he's not in a tribe.</s>
<|message|>Jiro
Jiro looked at the kid and then at Samuel. He wasn't swayed by Samuel's words at all. He (Jiro) was far too experienced with spies for his good. They were sneaky and they were cunning. And this situation wasn't some sort of lackey's doing. It was too precise and too clean. There were still clues more than likely around here. Jiro took the axe by the handle, even though he was not too thrilled about the new guy from flying over to him. Dragon's wings beat heavily. Not like a pegasus though those hurt too. "Fine I'll give you the benefit of the doubt kid. Don't screw us. I'll give you some of my share for doing the job to completion. Other than that if you want to make yourself useful please dismount you big friend and go join Samuel looking for clues on what happened here. Not sure if you noticed but the place is sort of fucked. Samuel make sure he doesn't pocket anything that could be evidence. If we find something we'll either go back to town and tell the people there what's up or we'll see if we can find survivors depending on what we find." Jiro said as he kept searching through the grass. Isabelle stood still and looked up at the two new comers, the dragon and it's rider, and simply wasn't too enthusiastic about it. New comers were fun...but yeah...not the best time. And Zaku still held his sword at ready as he turned away to search through the rest of the tall grass.</s>
<|message|>Zack Kosnin
Zack watched from his position ready to charge in with his lance well the conversation took place, once everything subsided he continued his short march further along looking to the road and surroundings."I wonder why they took the bodies maybe cannibalistic."said Zack as found more damaged and burned equipment with some blood."what your guys thoughts?"asked Zack as he knelled down and turned over a semi burned helmet in his hand.</s>
<|message|>Samuel
Samuel found that he was stuck watching the new guy. Well he did look harmless and as he hated to admit it, Zaku had a point. He could simply be someone not part of the initial attack but more like a someone meant for them to let their guard down. Whether he was guarding from an attack from a surprise enemy or the man who was eager to be their companion, Samuel kept his sword in hand. He even mounted his horse in case this guy stole something and made a run for it. It also helped that Samuel always kept in between him and his dragon. "Batu, why the hell did you want to join us again?" Samuel asked. "And why aren't you going after the prize by yourself?"</s>
| <|message|>Batu
Hearing the doubt of Samuel, Batu offered an explanation. "It would be dumb to go after an organised group of enemies would it?" He replied with the obvious answer. "I largely need the reward to be able to continue my nomadic life." He got off Tengri and petted the wyvern. "I travel alone, as I was betrayed by my own tribe." Seeing he has no time to give expositions all day, he began investigating the surroundings. He observed the charred remains, seeing if a Wyvern would have the ability. Remembering how Ylisse has no wyverns, he deduced that the attackers can be foreigners like him. Other attackers using fire that he can think of are mages, which he knows little of as he rarely interacted with them.</s> |
<|description|>Kusanagi, Kei
Nickname/Alias/Etc: The Selfie Burglar
Gender: Female
Age: 26
Height: 153cm
Weight: 50kg
Status: Solo Criminal
Convictions: Grand Theft, Assault, Resisting Arrest
Alleged Crimes: Grand Theft, Breaking and Entering, Assault, Vandalism, Destruction of Public/Private Property, Arson, Inciting a Riot, Abuse of Emergency Response Services
Appearance
Hair Color: currently Auburn Red (naturally Black)
Eye Color: Dark Brown
Ethnicity & skin color: Japanese/ Fair
Physical Appearance:
Each of these photos were taken prior to a heist and were embedded with clues as to what would be stolen.
Attire: Typically casual urban clothes with simple solid colors and sometimes shirts with print. All in all a very unassuming style that makes her fit in to the crowd almost anywhere. She has been known to dress up for a heist or when the situation calls for it but otherwise sticks to her 'plain clothes' approach to fashion with only a handful of accessories. She also has a blue and black catsuit she uses while 'on the job'. Kei also keeps a number of disguises with wigs, contacts, and other accessories to hide her identity in public.
Personality
Outward & Innate Personality: Generally friendly and optimistic to everyone. She tries her best to get along with everyone and never start trouble. In truth, she's come to terms with the fact that she lives for the thrill of the heist and most other things are mundane to her. She does find some entertainment in video games and romance but she can never pull herself away from a good heist.
Hobbies/Interests: Video games, yoga, yogurt, crime novels, romance novels, romantic comedies
Skills/Talents: Acrobatics & free running, lock-picking, knowledge of security systems, pick-pocketing,
Prized Possession:
Quote(s): "If you don't want your things to get stolen you shouldn't put them out on display in the first place."
History/Bio: Kei's parents were killed in a car accident a year after she was born and so she was effectively raised by her aunt, a respected police officer in Osaka. As an act of defiance to her lawful aunt Kei began stealing. Small things at first like clothes and manga. She would always take a selfie right before she stole anything to build up her courage, this would later turn into her calling card. As the years went on she started to get more and more daring. Her heists became more complex, more expensive, until eventually she made her mark with InterPol after stealing an amulet belonging to a certain Egyptian pharaoh worth over six million in US dollars.
Family:
Father: Kusanangi Hirochi (Deceased at age 24)
Mother: Kusanangi Natsumi (Deceased at age 21)
Aunt: Kusanagi Tomoko (42)
Relationships
Javier Morales 'Corporal' | Good | Associate | "I trust his intel and he always finds a decent fence for me."
Timothy Aloysius Francis McMurphy 'McThing' | Nuetral | Unacquainted | No thoughts as of yet.
Ryan Augustine 'Specter' | Nuetral | Unacquainted | No thoughts as of yet.
Nora Cypher 'Mantis' | Nuetral | acquaintance | "She seems confrontational which, by the look of her, makes a lot of sense."
Cameron Nelson 'Caine' | Nuetral | Unacquainted | No thoughts as of yet.
Abilities
Expertise: Theft
Physical condition: About as fit as a gymnast with the agility of a cat.
Mental condition: Clever but by no means a genius. She's found her way out of many tight spots by thinking on her feet. Plans rarely pan out the way you want and so Kei has become accustomed to going with the flow.
Limitations: No real self-defense training, although she's not above giving a swift kick to the gonads.
Other: Speaks three languages; Japanese, English, and Chinese</s>
<|message|>Timothy Aloysius Francis McMurphy
"Kayfabe, Tim," the big man said to himself in the cracked motel mirror. His thick fingers struggled clumsily with the cheap tie. "Gotta stay in character. The quiet heel." He nodded to himself as he finally managed to make some semblance of a Windsor not, pulled his collar back down. He stepped back out into the room- it was a poor one, but it was a quiet and anonymous part of Staten Island. He definitely wanted to keep things hush-hush.
As he pulled on the tent-like blazer, he reflected on the whirlwind of the previous few days. First a note given to him at his apartment in Boston. He had assumed it had been Mr. Regan at first, the head of the city's Irish Mob had a touch of the theatrical to him.
But this hadn't been Regan. This was something different. Something bigger.
And now McThing found himself in New York City. He wasn't sure why.
And so the big man checked out of the motel, walked out into the street, hailed a taxi. The car sank down on its suspension as he climbed in. McThing didn't notice. He was used to it. Instead, he kept focused on the task at hand as he gave the driver an address a block away from the meetup.
This could easily be a trap. Get him to come to a strange city, away from friends and connections. But who? The FBI? Was Regan getting called up on RICO charges? Was McThing about to be leaned on for testimony? Didn't make any sense, though. He was way too low in the food chain. All McThing did was beat people up and lift heavy objects. He did it damn well, but the feds wouldn't waste their time on him.
So maybe this job or whatever was for real. In which case a whole new world was about to open up.
At any rate, there wasn't much McThing could do from the inside of this taxi, so he just sat back and enjoyed the long ride into Manhattan. On reaching his destination, he carelessly overtipped the driver and walked the remaining distance to where he had been told the rendezvous would be made. It was a nice enough day. Might as well walk.
The address proved to be yet another dilapidated warehouse, probably unused for years. The man waiting for him inside was either the fellow who had come to Boston or his identical twin. McThing was met with a small nod and a clearly rehearsed invitation to follow. Fully in character now, McThing did little more than arch an eyebrow on being led down an underground stairway- clearly newer and better maintained than the building above it. He wondered exactly how this construction had been carried out as he was shown into some kind of conference room.
There was a handful of people already there, as well as a place setting marked McMurphy- he wished his professional name had been used instead. He said nothing to the others, merely sat down in the chair and hearing it creak and sag beneath his huge weight. McThing stared wordlessly at each other person in the room in turn. An open challenge.</s>
<|message|>Ryan Augustine
40,000 feet above, en route to New York
"Shit."
The slim cylinder of paper and tobacco dropped from inbetween slender fingers to fall into the puddle of toilet water, extinguishing the small flame that had been burning. Ryan shakes her right hand, ashes sliding off her fingers to the ground below. Her fault, really, her mind had been wandering as it so often did when on an airplane, what else did one do to combat the boredom than get lost in their own mile-a-minute thoughts? Ryan was well aware of the risks involved with smoking on an airplane, a fine and handcuffs upon landing was just the tip of an iceburg; either way it was a risk she needed to take. It had been hours since her last cigarette, and that was too long a period.
It didn't help matters that the person she was sat next to was one of those old people who liked to make conversation about their lives, as if they took inspiration from Forrest Gump and the airplane is their new bus stop bench. There was a limit to how engaged a person could pretend to be, and even Ryan, noted for almost saint-like patience when conversing with people in love with their own voice, couldn't stand more than a few minutes next to them. Let alone two and a half hours.
The only thing Ryan wanted to do on the flight, other than sneak a cigarette - that had gone so well - was to have a drink - perhaps a glass of vodka poured from those fancy small glasses - and then to sleep; after engaging the flight attendant in mild conversation of course, to act the part. There were three flight attendants, but only one that mattered, the one that took care of Ryan's section of the plane. She had been in this field for ten years now, never married, no children, a love of travel got her in the door and having no other goals in life kept her there. And that was just information Ryan was able to get when asking for a pillow earlier.
People were easy. For the most part they're just happy to have someone listen and smile and nod. It was smoking in the bathroom of an airplane, that was the hard part.
"Miss? Miss, are you alright?" A knocking at the door, the saccharine voice of Sam the flight attendant. "We'll be landing shortly, you need to return to your seat." The voice sounded through the door. Good. She didn't smell smoke. Not yet.
"How much longer, Sam?" Ryan called back, putting on her friendly voice. That was good, Ryan was friends with this flight attendant now. The voice is such an easy tool, so handy in subtle manipulations.
"Forty five minutes, says the captain."
"Still time left for the mile high club, Sam." As Ryan said that, she grabbed at the silver ring on her right pinky finger, looking herself over in the mirror as she did so.
"Miss?" Sam's response was expected, but it was less confusion in the tone and more consideration.
It didn't matter anyway, Ryan flushed the ruined cigarette and opened the door back out into the flight. "Don't worry about it." Ryan smirked at the still confused Sam, giving the flight attendant a quick touch on the shoulder before returning to her seat to hear about grandkids and the Vietnam war or something equally as pointless. At least they were landing soon.
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New York
"That's bad for your health, you know."
A trail of smoke wafted into the air as Ryan blew out another drag before tossing the cigarette over the balcony railing to the ground below. Irresponsible perhaps, but what difference would it make really. It was nice to be able to enjoy a cigarette without fear of making headlines. So sensitive over matters of airplanes, these people were.
But it was true. Cigarettes were bad for her health. And yet, Ryan couldn't care less. There war far more dangerous things out there, things that could kill you much faster. And Ryan would know. Stepping back into the hotel room, Ryan said nothing as she checked her watch and headed towards the door, grabbing her blazer from the chair it was draped over. Now it was time for business.
"You're leaving? Are you serious right now?"
"Don't want to miss your flight." Ryan's parting words. She'd slip her blazer on in the elevator.
Outside, in the cool Manhattan air, Ryan lit up another cigarette and started walking. New York was a shithole. She missed her shithole. She missed Chicago, where the people weren't so fake and there was a constant danger looming in the air. And the pizza was better. New York was a shithole. Her destination was in walking distance, and even if it wasn't, Ryan liked to walk the sidewalks in the urban areas. It was perfect for listening to life.
Ryan drew her hat low, obscuring her eyes, when she entered the abandoned building and was led forward by the man in black. Of course he was in black. Bad guys always wore black in the movies. And no doubt about it, the man was not a good guy. The door opened and the first thing Ryan took note of was the three others already in the room.
"Tony Montana, Casey Ryback, and Acid Burn walk into a bar..." Ryan muses, just loud enough so the others could hear before stepping towards the furthest wall to lean against, hat still pulled low.</s>
| <|message|>Kusanagi, Kei
Arriving at the JFK International Airport
After a long flight from the UK to the USA Kei was ready to get to whatever it was she was supposed to be doing at this mysterious Perfect Crime Inc. It wasn't the first time someone had hired her to steal something but the invitation made it sound like she was going to be employed for a while. The invitation itself was rather mysterious, a man in black handed her an envelope then disappeared. The whole thing made her feel like some kind of secret agent. She couldn't resist the offer if she tried. Any number of possibilities awaited her and the suspense was starting to make her anxious. She didn't let it show as she made her way through security though.
She looked like any other tourist travelling to New York to see the sights. Kei even made a point to wear an 'I ♥ NY' hoodie to look the part. Airport security let her through without a hitch and soon she found a taxi that would take her to the Ramada Inn to drop off her things. As if straight from a movie the taxi driver was middle eastern, barely spoke english (which was particularly frustrating as her own english was plagued by her thick japanese accent), and blared his ethnic music for the entire ride. Upon arrival the Ramada Inn she dropped her bags on the hotel room bed, changed quickly into some plain clothes that didn't scream 'I'm a tourist, please mug me', and left the 'Do not disturb' sign on the door to keep housekeeping from being nosy. There wasn't much in her bags outside of clothes and a laptop since most of her other gear wouldn't make it through customs. She made a mental note to call up the 'Colonel', an info broker she had worked with before, and ask him to find some one who could provide some new gear before she left.
Kei took another taxi to a location a block away from the meeting place and walked until she was met with a rather rundown looking warehouse. It was just the kind of place a secret agent would have hidden their spy base in, she thought as she approached the door. Upon entering she was met by the same man who had given her the invitation. She greeted him as best she could, "Good meeting again!" The man seemed unimpressed by her and led her through a series of ridiculously overcompensating security systems before she arrived at a room with a handful of other people already there waiting. None of them seemed particularly spy-like but then again, aren't spies supposed to not look like spies? Either way she introduced herself to the group. "Hello! I am Kusanagi Kei. Pleased to meet you."</s> |
<|description|>"Alice"
Alice's android body was designed to closely resemble a human, the engineers believing that a human-like appearence would allow her to better connect with her human partners. A mechanical body is hidden under a human exterior, which resembles a young woman in her early twenties of Latin American descent, with dark, glittering eyes and black short-cut hair. And groomed to be a pilot, Alice almost constantly wears her pilot suit, even sometimes with her helmet, whether she's in her MAS or not.
Age: 1
Gender: Female
Callsign/Codename: Alice is referred to simply as her designated name "Alice", though some may informally call her "Ally"
Kills: 47
Psychological Analysis: Being an AI, Alice isn't really a normal girl. Being conditioned precisely for combat, she is passive, quiet, and generally obedient to her superiors, though due to her synthetic nature, she is naive in social situations. Even after a year of being part of a team, she still has troubles understanding others, and a tendency to act awkwardly outside of enacting orders. Despite this, Alice has begun to grow, showing a somewhat sweet and amiable, if a tad sarcastic, side to herself, and usually finds herself doing her own thing off the battlefield. Logically as an AI, she is very intelligent, and she even enjoys learning new information. She is somewhat of a jack-of-all-trades, being capable in a number of skills and areas of knowledge.
Another notable trait is Alice's temper. Inside of her is a deep-seated anger that she doesn't quite understand, but possibly may be a glitch in the programming of her emotions. She finds herself very quickly frustrated by failure, among other things, and it fuels a drive, an "itch" for aggression and physical violence. In warfare, this shows in her brutal, even slightly impulsive style of fighting. While being on the battlefield seems to work as an outlet for her anger, at times she feels concerned about this and feelings of anxiety whenever she hasn't been given orders to follow. She even wonders about her own selfhood and whether if she is nothing more than an attack dog to be sicced on enemies, or maybe something more.
Military Record: Alice officially emerged almost two years prior, and was "raised" as part of an experiment to develop an efficient android to pilot a specially designed MAS. Ever since she could remember, she was exploring the art and science of warfare, from history, strategy, the ins-and-outs of MAS technology. After being introduced to her distinct mechanical body and adjusting to sentience and kinesthetics of a physical form, her preparations continued and she trained in many forms of martial arts and the piloting of her MAS. Eventually, it was determined she was fully prepared for duty, and assigned to the 7th MAS team of the 101st Legion.
Over the course of a year, she excelled in active service. She promptly began racking up her killcount, and in a matter of months has very nearly earned her Ace. Very quickly Alice has begun to prove the experiment a success as she's become a functioning part of her team.
Equipment: A .45 caliber service pistol, and of course all the physical benefits of an advanced android shell.
Appearance:
Designation: SOL-110-EX Eagle MkIV SOC. Because of it's rabbit-like appearance, some have taken to calling it the "White Rabbit"
Role: Short to mid-range assault, also serves as a designator via network interface with the Lincoln
Chassis: Light
Engine: Tri-Core Engine - 15 PWR
Operating Time: 6 Hours
Description: The SOL-110 was developed alongside Alice, specifically for her use. And much like her, It is an efficient, formidable and versatile machine. Originally designed with power and speed for the front-lines as a mid-range shock troop, Alice proves it functions just as well at short range despite the limitations of a light chassis. However regardless of it's design and Alice's skill, it is still fundamentally a light MAS, and thus lacks hard defense against strong enemies.
Systems:
M10-EX "Scorpion" Experimental Modular Rifle - EKP 5WT 5PWR - A unique rifle built with two different "modes" that can be switched between the two when the situation demands it. The first mode is a default machine gun that fires average ammo suited for close-range. For mid-range combat, the barrel extends and the gun fires heavier rounds semi-automatically to deal more damage at higher distances, but at a slower rate. Additionally, Alice has had it modified by attaching the blade of an enemy MAS's abandoned alloy combat knife as a makeshift bayonet. The short-range ammo magazines hold 100 rounds, and the mid-range ammo magazines hold 50 rounds each.
Dual Shoulder Mounted Missile Launchers - Missile Launcher 3WT 2PWR - Two single-barrel mid-range rocket launchers mounted on both shoulders, holding five missiles each. These launchers each fire a single missile at a time, though the power and speed of the missile makes up for it's slow rate of fire, with a shot from both launchers being able to destroy an enemy AS
Wrist Mounted Shotguns - Ballistic 1WT - A pair of light shotguns built into each of the Eagle's arms, each carrying 32 slug magazines. Most notably, they can be cocked via motion, such as Alice pumping the Eagle's arms, or beating it's fists against each other.
Shield Class 2 - 5WT 5PWR - While the Eagle's shields are no match for more equipped adversaries, they at least stand a chance against Coalition mooks.</s>
<|message|>Yuuyami Suyasuya, or Yuu
Yuuyami gave a thankful smile, as she was gently pushed into her position in the parade line. It wasn't that she was unprofessional, or nothing like a soldier thrown into war directly from boot camp. She was just busy with the technical aspects. At least that was the joke of an excuse she had come up with. Although a little late, she managed to stand in the same stance as the others, but from the way the Captain had glanced at her, it seemed that her carelessness was easily spotted.
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The inspection of her MAS probably stood with a bit of headache for the Captain, although Yuuyami suspected that she was starting to understand what should and shouldn't be there. Gratned, the inside might actually look like a deathtrap, with what appears to be a matte black sphere with numerous wires sticking from every which way outwards, the metallic filament visible at the tips.
"I find it hard to believe that it would be comfortable sitting around a web of exposed wires and adapters, despite your finesse in engineering."
Yuuyami smiled while cheerfully interjecting with, "But it makes for a much more home-like feel to it!", with absolute honesty. In comparison to any place that she has been in, give the woman an hour, and the place would resemble the exposed hatch of the EW center.
"Just be careful. Oh, and one more thing. Don't let me catch you trying to fine-tune the Lincoln's reactors without authorization."
With that parting remark, Yuuyami could only glance off to the side, while muttering quietly to herself, although still loud enough to be heard, "Fine~ I'll play with the comms next time~"
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Joining up with the rest of the team, Yuuyami only tilted her head slightly in confusion, a little lost when the nostalgic memories about the infantry were brought up. At least, it seemed nostalgic, since she never had that experience. "Coffee....we substituted water for that when trying to finish a design by a deadline...Is there any difference in taste between coffees?", she innocently ask, as she sat herself beside Delacroix, before leaning back against the crate the French was using as a seat.</s>
<|message|>Williams, Ariana
In the inspection line, Ari watched the Captain go down the line. To each member of the squad, she said something, some form of inside joke or other such line that told of their lengthy association. To a great many of them, based on what she could hear, it was all in good fun. Then, however, the Captain got to her. Though, at first, the Captain seemed like she'd be delivering a formal introduction, that quickly devolved. It seemed even the ship captain didn't fool with protocol here. Though, the explanation she gave to providing the UEE's best some comfort did make sense. The way she went over the Astelion made Ari feel incredibly self-conscious, nervous about the mistakes she may have made. However, around the time she was pretty sure she was going to throw up, the Captain complimented her check.
Ari sighed in relief, against her own will, at the release of stress. Then, however, the Captain noted that she'd specifically dropped her name to get Ari, and that sent the stress rocketing right back up. The moment the Captain left, Ari walked over to the Astelion and leaned against its leg. She was nervously toying with her fingers, now worried about disappointing the Captain. If she failed, how would the 7th treat the Captain from now on? What would happen to her career, or Ari's own for that matter?
Just as she began to freak out, the other members of her squad began to amble over, or at least some of them. First came Maki, who was leaning on the nearby guard rail. She mentioned that it wasn't all that bad, and Ari shrugged in reply. She did, however, feel the need to reply to Maki. She was being so nice to her, after all, and after spending a minute again recalling her Japanese, stated
"Yes, I could tell she gives you all good treatment. I'm glad it went so well!" She smiled slightly to herself then, glad she was able to call the language back up so quickly. She had always been an almost religious student, so she was glad it was paying off.
Looking over, she observed Gerard's interactions with Sokolov with mild interest. She was at least a little glad to see her squad mates taking her side, even though Eric had been there longer. It made her feel good to see there were, at the very least, giving her a chance. Then again, the conversation they were having wasn't involving her, so should she join it? Social things were always pretty easy for her, though she was less sure of how to navigate this than the dynamic of a high school. However, her social instincts told her to stay away from it. After all, soon after Wes and then Yuuyami began to join in. They were having their own conversation and that was fine.
Bringing her attention back to Alice, she smiled at Alice's reply. Ari couldn't help the giggle that burst from her lips at the AI's statement. She walked over and said to Alice
"I'm sorry I didn't talk to you earlier, Alice, I'm still a little...overwhelmed by all this. I may just take you up on your offer, and maybe I can teach you some things as well." Ari offered this and then tapped her finger to her chin for a moment. What could she teach an advanced military AI, she wondered? It seemed the other members of the squad were doing rather well with her. Then, however, an idea slammed its way into Ari's head. It seemed Alice hadn't done much interacting with those outside the ship, which made sense. So, it stood to reason her civilian interactions had been limited, so she said "It wasn't too long ago that I was a civilian Alice. Maybe we can talk a bit about lives? I want to get to know my teammates, and I'm sure you want to get to know me!"
With that, she realized she was still wearing her normal uniform, and carrying a duffel bag. She rubbed the back of her head, somewhat embarrassed, and realized she'd have to ask for help. After a bit, she put her hand down and twiddled her thumbs as she looked over at Alice. She bit her lip and then managed to say
"Actually Alice...I don't know where you all are bunking, and I need to set my stuff down...so if you could show me where you all sleep, that'd be really helpful."</s>
| <|message|>"Alice"
Alice continued analyzing the deluge of code flowing past on her datapad. It was so...vast. Her engineers always scanned her code, but they didn't seem to read all of it. They only really looked at the most necessary parts for her continued functioning as a war machine. But this data was more than that, and she desperately wanted to understand it. For a moment she was pulled from her reading to stop to look up at Ari, who was apologizing for earlier. She gave a small, reassuring smile.
"It is quite alright, Ms. Williams. When I first joined the 7th, it was an awkward experience for me as well. The first time I witnessed my teammates break protocol, it was almost like the world was ending!"
At her request to show her to their bunks, her smile grew and she reached behind herself, revealing a small wire connected to her datapad plugged into the jack at the back of her head. She pulled it out, her eyes flashing a gentle blue before she turned off her datapad and quickly hopped to her feet
"I'd enjoy that very much, Ms. Williams!"
Now that she thought of it, Alice was sure Williams is one of the first civilians she'd ever met. Most people she knew had experience with the military prior to their meeting. She was actually very curious about what life was like outside of war. What was it like to not be constantly destroying machines into scrap? And other people as well. War was all she really knew, but she wanted to know what it was like beyond that.
She also thought about family. While the concept of an alliance of individuals based on kinship was a simple one to understand, she wished to understand what it was like to experience such an association. Many people had fathers or mothers, siblings, partners, and all sorts of kin. Sometimes it felt as if the 7th were kind of like her family...
Either way, Ari was the perfect person to ask about these thing. Alice simply loved opportunities to learn new things. As she led Ariana to their teams bunks, to spark conversation, she casually asked.
"So what is civilian life like, Ms. Williams?"</s> |
<|description|>"Alice"
Alice's android body was designed to closely resemble a human, the engineers believing that a human-like appearence would allow her to better connect with her human partners. A mechanical body is hidden under a human exterior, which resembles a young woman in her early twenties of Latin American descent, with dark, glittering eyes and black short-cut hair. And groomed to be a pilot, Alice almost constantly wears her pilot suit, even sometimes with her helmet, whether she's in her MAS or not.
Age: 1
Gender: Female
Callsign/Codename: Alice is referred to simply as her designated name "Alice", though some may informally call her "Ally"
Kills: 47
Psychological Analysis: Being an AI, Alice isn't really a normal girl. Being conditioned precisely for combat, she is passive, quiet, and generally obedient to her superiors, though due to her synthetic nature, she is naive in social situations. Even after a year of being part of a team, she still has troubles understanding others, and a tendency to act awkwardly outside of enacting orders. Despite this, Alice has begun to grow, showing a somewhat sweet and amiable, if a tad sarcastic, side to herself, and usually finds herself doing her own thing off the battlefield. Logically as an AI, she is very intelligent, and she even enjoys learning new information. She is somewhat of a jack-of-all-trades, being capable in a number of skills and areas of knowledge.
Another notable trait is Alice's temper. Inside of her is a deep-seated anger that she doesn't quite understand, but possibly may be a glitch in the programming of her emotions. She finds herself very quickly frustrated by failure, among other things, and it fuels a drive, an "itch" for aggression and physical violence. In warfare, this shows in her brutal, even slightly impulsive style of fighting. While being on the battlefield seems to work as an outlet for her anger, at times she feels concerned about this and feelings of anxiety whenever she hasn't been given orders to follow. She even wonders about her own selfhood and whether if she is nothing more than an attack dog to be sicced on enemies, or maybe something more.
Military Record: Alice officially emerged almost two years prior, and was "raised" as part of an experiment to develop an efficient android to pilot a specially designed MAS. Ever since she could remember, she was exploring the art and science of warfare, from history, strategy, the ins-and-outs of MAS technology. After being introduced to her distinct mechanical body and adjusting to sentience and kinesthetics of a physical form, her preparations continued and she trained in many forms of martial arts and the piloting of her MAS. Eventually, it was determined she was fully prepared for duty, and assigned to the 7th MAS team of the 101st Legion.
Over the course of a year, she excelled in active service. She promptly began racking up her killcount, and in a matter of months has very nearly earned her Ace. Very quickly Alice has begun to prove the experiment a success as she's become a functioning part of her team.
Equipment: A .45 caliber service pistol, and of course all the physical benefits of an advanced android shell.
Appearance:
Designation: SOL-110-EX Eagle MkIV SOC. Because of it's rabbit-like appearance, some have taken to calling it the "White Rabbit"
Role: Short to mid-range assault, also serves as a designator via network interface with the Lincoln
Chassis: Light
Engine: Tri-Core Engine - 15 PWR
Operating Time: 6 Hours
Description: The SOL-110 was developed alongside Alice, specifically for her use. And much like her, It is an efficient, formidable and versatile machine. Originally designed with power and speed for the front-lines as a mid-range shock troop, Alice proves it functions just as well at short range despite the limitations of a light chassis. However regardless of it's design and Alice's skill, it is still fundamentally a light MAS, and thus lacks hard defense against strong enemies.
Systems:
M10-EX "Scorpion" Experimental Modular Rifle - EKP 5WT 5PWR - A unique rifle built with two different "modes" that can be switched between the two when the situation demands it. The first mode is a default machine gun that fires average ammo suited for close-range. For mid-range combat, the barrel extends and the gun fires heavier rounds semi-automatically to deal more damage at higher distances, but at a slower rate. Additionally, Alice has had it modified by attaching the blade of an enemy MAS's abandoned alloy combat knife as a makeshift bayonet. The short-range ammo magazines hold 100 rounds, and the mid-range ammo magazines hold 50 rounds each.
Dual Shoulder Mounted Missile Launchers - Missile Launcher 3WT 2PWR - Two single-barrel mid-range rocket launchers mounted on both shoulders, holding five missiles each. These launchers each fire a single missile at a time, though the power and speed of the missile makes up for it's slow rate of fire, with a shot from both launchers being able to destroy an enemy AS
Wrist Mounted Shotguns - Ballistic 1WT - A pair of light shotguns built into each of the Eagle's arms, each carrying 32 slug magazines. Most notably, they can be cocked via motion, such as Alice pumping the Eagle's arms, or beating it's fists against each other.
Shield Class 2 - 5WT 5PWR - While the Eagle's shields are no match for more equipped adversaries, they at least stand a chance against Coalition mooks.</s>
<|message|>Nishizumi, Maki
"Oh, fuck me!" Maki cursed as she was suddenly back from the sink. When the Lincoln was pulled out of hyperspace, the Japanese pilot had been washing her hands after using the bathroom. Somewhere in the back of her mind, an inner voice was patronizingly telling her that things could be worse. She could have been still on the toilet, for example, and she would have had to launch in the Hellcat with shit and piss all over her.
When the announcement for them to get to battle stations, the confusion set in. How the hell were they in a combat situation in the middle of hyperspace? She could ponder the question while on the way to the hangar, she reminded herself, as reflexes took over and she found her way to the Hellcat. Maki was too good a pilot and a soldier to believe in superstitions, but the fact that they had just witnessed something that was supposed to be impossible happen right after Ardin came on board seemed to indicate that their current situation was linked to his presence. The Coalition had developed technology that could pull a ship out of FTL travel. Trying to hit a fly on someone's shoulder from two miles away with a sniper rifle would have been an easier fit.
"I guess we know why Ardin wanted us out of Cerol ASAP." She muttered to herself as she climbed in the cockpit as the technician briefed her on the Hellcat's condition.
"We haven't had time to fix the hull damage but all systems should be working fine. Just avoid taking direct hits and you should be fine!"
"That's the general idea..." Maki replied as she booted up the Hellcat's systems and launched into combat with more haste and urgency than she ever had. "Hunter is online and ready to rumble. Scanning for targets and awaiting orders!" She reported, falling in beside Trapp. Privately on the squad comms, before orders came in, she made her uneasiness known.
"They managed to pull the Lincoln out of hyperspace? At FTL speed? What are we up against here?"</s>
<|message|>Delacroix, Gerard
Mumbling in his sleep as he lay on his side, Gerard was unceremoniously thrown against the wall of his bunk before collapsing back down into the rock hard slab face first, pushing his head into the pillow which still faintly smelled of a certain female. After that, he was thrown clear of his bunk onto the floor where he groaned in pain. Swearing violently in French, he curled up into a ball before stumbling to his feet, still in his underclothes. "What the bloody hell!? Merde!" he shouted as he cradled his elbow. A second later, the alarm blared before being punctuated by the cold metallic voice of the onboard comms telling them to get to their battlestations. Military training immediately kicked in as stagged towards his bed and dived into his flight suit. They said a Frenchman could strip naked in less than 3 seconds. The opposite was close enough as he zipped up the flight suit in 5 seconds despite groaning slightly in pain. He had hit that wall pretty hard. As an afterthought, he reached under his bunk and pulled out a glinting silver object before stashing it away inside his suit. Adrenaline kicked in as he followed after Trapp with purposeful steps, clearing the bunkroom and rounding the corner.
Breaking into a run as Trapp went to go rouse the other half of the squad, Gerard was one of the first to arrive in the hangar. Bounding up to Lark, he found that the engineers were on edge. "What the bloody hell was that?!" Lark asked no-one in particular as he brushed himself off, inspecting a fresh burn scar on his arm, "Weren't we in hyperspace!?"
"I do not know, monsieur, but I need to ask you if we are combat worthy," Gerard replied professionally as he inspected his MAS. It wasn't a pretty sight. The debris that had punctured his left pectoral region had been removed and sealed, a fresh armor plate having been bolted then welded on, the blooms obvious as well as the gunmetal colour in stark contrast to the white of the rest of the MAS. Or it would have been if the majority of the paint had not been stripped off by heat. The lower left flank still had traces of the frantic stabbing of the Coalition pilot, obviously having been seen as less of a priority, with the left arm having just barely been welded shut, gaps still evident in the armor plating, as well as the red cherry glow. "I'd estimate the efficiency of your left arm at 75%" Lark mentioned as he wheeled a ladder into place, allowing Gerard to nimbly mount the MAS, "it's not fully repaired yet so go easy on it."
"I do not think I will have such a choice," Gerard said grimly as he flipped his hatch down. One by one, systems booted up, accompanied by a dull hum as the core powered up. He felt the Marauder gain height as it stood straight. As a test, he flexed his left arm, finding the response slower than usual. He would have to deal with it. Leaning over, he grasped another lever, causing the MAS to bend down and pick up the Scattergun which had just been repaired. Racking it, he took a step forward and let the magnets lock him down. "Guillotine is online, Odin," Gerard replied as their leader's message rang in the cabin, "proceeding to launch bay." As the ground lamps lit up, Gerard braced himself, the catapults seeming more hasty than usual as they flung him into deep space. Engaging the reverse thrusters, Gerard joined Maki and Trapp in a defensive formation, his scattergun braced across his chest.
As Maki's message played into the cockpit, Gerard hummed. "I have not read of any such cases before..." Gerard replied quietly, "but whatever it is, I will put my finest wine on that creature over there having something to do with it." Pointing the barrel of his scattergun at the gleaming white MAS, he growled thoughtfully, "I have never seen anything like that...and it matches nothing in the UEE database..." With his fingers rapidly cycling through the onboard encyclopedia, he tried to find a description. "A custom model perhaps?"</s>
| <|message|>"Alice"
As most of her companions slept in their bunks, Alice wandered the Lincoln's systems all by her lonesome. Her body stayed in the R&D lab, so she didn't have the comfort of being in it. While others were allowed to rest, she had to remain awake, in a way, separated from her own body. Even though she had unlimited access to the Lincoln's computers, and had put numerous files of an embarrassing nature on Dr. Beil's computer, sometimes she wanted to experience what sleep was like. So with nothing else to do while her friends slept, Alice found herself spending her time singing.
Since no one would be awake and around to listen and she had several hours to herself, Alice would simply sing to herself. Rather than words, she would sing through abstract vocalizations, gentle with calm melodies, the vocal quirk of her voice accenting her songs as it echoed and flanged with changes in pitch.
Suddenly, her song was interrupted by a tremble. Then another. She transported herself to the engineering deck just in time to see a hook pierced through the hull before the entire ship was instantly ripped out of hyperspace. The immediate transition disrupted Alice, leaving her unable to compute what had just happened for a few moments. When she recovered and realized the ship had literally been yanked from hyperspace, she was overtaken with curiosity.
Hyperdrives worked by shifting a ship into a contiguous dimension where the ship would be able to exceed the speed of light, then shift back to the original space at the desired destination. A ship outside of hyperspace shouldn't be able to recognize where a ship was in hyperspace and where it was going, but here, the Coalition had not only launched grapples into hyperspace while still linked to their ship, but managed to hit their target in the dark, and yank it back into regular space! This would be even more incredible if it wasn't so bad for the UEE.
While her mind raced about the possible tech the Coalition could be developing if they were able to create such a ship, a call for battle rang throughout the ship, and Alice had to race to her body. Quickly, she downloaded herself into her body and just as fast, met up with the rest of the 7th as they ran to the hangar. There, her White Rabbit stayed, though it's repairs had not been finished. The most major damages to the hull had been rectified, but the rest of the scars from the previous battle spoiled the ivory armor, and only one of the shoulder launchers remained operable. Nevertheless, she climbed into thecockpit and transferred from her body to her MAS, booting up its systems before being launched into battle.
"Alice: Online and combat ready!"
In formation with the rest of the 7th, Alice examined the environment. "This is Jehan, a Coalition research colony! If they have technologies that can pull ships from hyperspace, there's no telling what else they have!" She couldn't help sounding more excited than she should have about the Coalition tech, especially the new MAS Gerard pointed out. "It must be experimental, like my Eagle."
There's only one way to find out.</s> |
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