[System]
Alias: Traveler

Age: 22

Alignment: Epic Hero

Gender: Female

Powers: Can create doorways that people and objects can pass through. She has a Clairvoyant ability so that she can see where the doorway will lead to. Doorways stay active until she consciously closes them, or her powers fail, whichever comes first.

She can switch any two objects, similar to teleportation. The larger the difference in Mass, and the further apart they are, the longer it takes to switch the objects. Include living beings.

As with most all Epics, has slightly increased endurance and reflexes compared to Normies.

Weakness: Excessive heights (anything above 3 stories, above or below from ground level). Top of buildings, etc etc. Not only does this negate her abilities, it's a natural fear for her. So it strikes her dumb with fear on top of that.

Limitation: Deaf. Can read lips, however.

Appearance: Alex has shoulder length straight honey blond hair that she's proud of. Ice blue eyes stand out from her face. She stands at 5'6", but (like most Epics) is of a solid build.

Alex walks around in thigh high boots, sundresses, and minimal makeup (red lipstick, usually). She generally has dark sunglasses on.

In outfit, Traveler maintains her hair in a ponytail and keeps the thigh highs. She rounds out the outfit with a plaited skirt and a sleeveless tee.

Personality: Alex is like a ray of sunshine. She's usually smiling, and looks for a high point in every situation. She's not above getting dirty, and doesn't mind killing if she feels she has to. She values honesty above most else, and is quick to help others.

Background: Alex had a simple childhood. She didn't want for anything, and was pretty well removed from the horrors the City can give. Coming from a rich family, she developed quickly but managed to maintain to be humble.

On her fourteenth birthday, everything changed. Her family was attacked, and she was kidnapped by minor Epics. Things went awry and she was left permanently deaf. Her powers manifested, giving her the ability to escape.

She managed to convince her parents to let her hone her abilities, learn how to read lips, and learn how to use a sword to help defend herself.

At eighteen she embarked on her own, striking out to make a difference.

[User]
Fixer watched as the Rat King was decimated, a smile playing on his lips as he drank his water and ate the food he was so graciously given. He sat up from his lying position on the vehicle and took a deep breath. He then heard the broadcast from ENTV news. Okay, so no one saw what he did. That was good. Though it looks like the others would be swarmed with reporters soon. He rolled off of the vehicle and landed perfectly on the ground. He yawned. Ah he was pretty tired.

"Yo Fixer, headin' back home?" He turned to the owner of the voice to see one of his teammates, Jonathan, there.

"Well yeah, they've already got it covered. There ain't much to do." Fixer replied with a small shrug. He then took a bite of his last energy bar. He then looked back at the carnage happening further in front and then shook his head. "Doubt anything else would happen after this."

Jonathan chuckled. "Alright, alright. Go get your rest, Fixer. We'll call you when something comes up."

Fixer nodded and then waved his hand. As he was walking away from everything, fully intending on finding where he parked his motorcycle to head back home, someone tapped him on the shoulder. "Can I get a ride back with you?"

He turned to see the extremely familiar blonde woman that was also one of his teammates. "Sure Em." He replied with a shrug.

"You're not going to remove your mask yet?" She questioned, tapping the black mask that he was using to hide his identity. He flinched backwards before gesturing for her to look around. "No one's here to see you. Besides, no one even knows you!"

Fixer removed his mask and then hooked it to the side of his pants. "There, happy?" He asked and Emily grinned at him.

"Yup!" As they walked down the street, she began to hum. "That was pretty intense wasn't it?"

"Yeah. It was good thing Stark Crusader, Vice, Comet, Spectrum and Traveler were there. Oh, Phantom too." He said with a nod. He then looked at her as if examining her. "You okay?"

Emily grinned at him once more. "I'm fine! Yuan backed me up. You're worried~"

"Considering the fact that you're the only person I completely trust, and my friend since we were kids, yes. I am worried." Robert replied before finally spotting his motorcycle. He placed a helmet over his head and gave the spare one to Emily.

"Aw~ I'm so honored." She sweetly said before putting her helmet on. Emily then hopped on the motorcycle and then they drove off. "You know..." She started, feeling lucky that Robert had a communicator built in on both helmets. "I've been thinking of quitting and continuing my course on Biology."

Robert blinked, his grip on the handles tightening. "Damn it, why did you bring that up now while I'm driving?" He growled under his breath. He couldn't multitask driving a motorcycle while giving advice for the future betterment of a close friend.

"It's exactly why I chose this time. So you would shut up and not disturb me while I'm talking." Emily replied.

"Fair enough."

The blonde took a deep breath and then continued, "I've earned enough money for my first year and I'm aiming for a scholarship. Mom and Dad have been pestering me about it since last year. They don't like me risking my life almost daily. I'm no Epic, not like you. They keep telling me that I won't be able to help as much as you guys so I shouldn't try anymore. Even among other normals, I feel weak. Yuan got injured earlier because of me..." Her grip on him tightened and he could feel it. "I'm beginning to think they're right."

"Okay, I rambled on. I should stop. Can you put me down here?"

Robert shook his head. "If you think I'm letting you down here after that kind of story, then it doesn't seem like you know me very much." He pointed out. He then sped up, dangerously nearing the speed limit but it didn't seem like he cared. He then skidded to a stop at her apartment building and then took off his helmet and turned to her. "I'm gonna tell Chief we're going on a day off tomorrow. You. Me. Ten o'clock. Here."

"For what?"

"You'll see."

---

He hated being swept away by emotions. It only ever happened around her and now he subjected himself to a day with her and her hobbies. Robert wasn't sure if this was the best idea but he needed to get her to ease up so he can tackle the subject again. Hopefully, nothing bad happens today. Robert knocked on her door. She soon answered but quickly spoke before he could say anything, "What exactly are we doing today?"

"Whatever you want. You're stressed and a lot of things are going on in your mind. If you're going to be distracted on the field, then you'll only put yourself and others in danger." Robert replied before grabbing her hand and forcefully dragging her downstairs. "I assume we're headed for the mall first?"

[Assistant]
There was the sound of a sizzling pan ringing out throughout the empty house. The sound however wasn't coming from the kitchen, but just a little bit further in the dining room. Alto was holding a pan while sitting down at the table. As one would possibly guess, he was making breakfast. Why was he using his power for it, do you ask? Well, it saved a lot on his gas bill if he never cooked using gas. He also had finer control on how hot the pan was. This was sort of necessary since Alto wasn't earning a salary. He used the Vice Claw instead of the heater if he was too cold, and one person didn't really use much electricity or water.

"Just about done..." He said, flipping the pancakes onto his plate.

Jerry had asked once whether he felt alone in his house like this. He said he didn't, but he couldn't pin down why he didn't. Maybe it was because he'd resolved himself to be alone. The nature of his power meant having someone next to him was a hazard, and the ones most likely to stand next to him regardless of that were his parents who were already gone. But thanks to all of that, he knew what it felt like to feel isolated which helped him get a sense of what people felt when they lost loved ones.

If by being alone he gained the ability to reach out to others then that was potentially a greater gift than the Vice Claw could ever be. The Vice Claw could only be a tool of destruction, but thanks to what it had done, Alto knew how to heal. There was only one thing he would say though, the quietness never really went away.

He stood up from his seat and put his dishes into the sink. He'd wash them later, it was time to head out.


[System]
Age: 16 (going on 17)
Personality: She's tough, mean (especially to Slicks), stubborn, and ruthless. But, that's just on the outside. On the inside she's just a big softy who would rather do things in a non violent way. She also cares very deeply about her looks. If her hair isn't perfect she won't go out anywhere. (Curly hair is hard to deal with)

Bio: She was born to a rich family. She has 7 older brothers (and one lazy cat), her being the youngest. All of them give her a tough time for being the youngest. But they all still love her the same. She gets into trouble very often, so they all decided to teach her how to fight. Or at least enough to defend herself.

Ever since she was little, she was treated more like a boy than a girl. Dressing up in pants than skirts, wearing her brothers' hand-me downs, hanging out with guys instead of girls, etc. Even though she was raised around tough brothers, her softer side is full of love for music.

Her dream was to become a pianist. Her parents refused to let her play piano. They wanted her to work in the family business. (A chain of diners throughout the state) She had used her allowance to sneak off and hire a tutor to teach her late at night. Her brothers do quite a good job of keeping cover for her.

Her brothers names (from oldest to youngest):
Lenny
Charlie
Antonio
Oliver
Andy
Jacob
Wilson

Her personality says slick, but she's really a royal.

[User]
"Hey dude, what's up!" greeted Switch.

Rolo was a hard person to miss. Big, round, and bound in leather. To Switch he almost looked like a bull wearing the skin of another bull. If Rolo had horns then the look would be complete. Such a figure proved to be quite imposing, especially to rival gang members. No doubt, Rolo was a great asset to the crew. A fact that Switch nor any of the other guys dared not forget. But seeing Rolo at that table on his own, with bits of blueberry on his face, happily shovelling down fat stacks of pancakes, betrayed his almost childlike nature. Such a thing, to Switch at least, was comforting. It reinforced the notion that some things never changed simply because they didn't need to. When it came to the business of running a gang, it was always preferable to deal with people who had easily fulfilled desires. Rolo himself was such a person. That was one of the many reasons why Switch considered Rolo to be not only a dependable crew member, but also a dependable friend. It was no surprise that whenever Switch felt lonely, he could always find Rolo at the local pancake place every Sunday morning.

Rolo looked up from his third helping of pancakes to see Switch approach his table. Despite his clothes looking a little disheveled and the presence of a hicky on his neck, he looked alright. In fact, Rolo noticed that Switch had a spring in his step.

"Hey bro. Looks like you had a fun night." Rolo remarked.

Switch took a seat opposite Rolo. He then put his feet up on an adjacent chair.

"Damn right I did! You left early with that little chick. Corrine was it? I mean, with the height difference and your..." Switch hesitated before continuing.

"Is she still alive!?" Switch whispered loudly.

"Hey! It wasn't like that! We just ya know, talked." replied Rolo defensively.

"Come on man! Ya think I was born yesterday!? Yous guys wouldn't have taken off early just to talk. Somethin must've gone down. And before you get all mad and dismissive and shit, remember that there ain't no secrets when gang stuff's involved. Brothers for life." proclaimed Switch.

"Yeah yeah I know." replied Rolo dismissively.

"If you must know, I took Corinne to Ghost Rock. I told her a ghost story, we made out a little, and then we fell asleep. And even if I wanted to, there ain't no back support for a guy like me out in the wild." explained Rolo.

"Classic seduction move right there. Wouldn't work with a local girl though. Not in a million years. Man I gotta try it myself, just gotta find me a new chick or a tourist or somethin." stated Switch.

"What happened to that girl last night. Cynthia wasn't it?" Rolo asked.

"You know darn well that her reputation is almost as bad as mine. Like as soon as my back was turned, off with another dude." explained Switch.

"And before you start feelin sorry for me, mission accomplished." stated Switch proudly.

"You sure know how to pick em." commented Rolo.

"And I couldn't be happier with my choices! proclaimed Switch.

"Don't doubt that for a second pal." replied Rolo.

Rolo shoved one of his plates of pancakes towards Switch. Topped with maple syrup and vanilla ice cream. It was a dish to die for.

"Here, eat up. Don't have to pay dude. I know you're a poor bitch. But don't think you don't owe me nothin. I'll be callin in a favour real soon." offered Rolo.

"If pussy was money then I'd be one rich muthafucka." replied Switch playfully.

"Oh, and thanks bro. You're probably gonna ask me to do something annoying and lame but these pancakes, these pancakes! Worth it!" exclaimed Switch excitedly.

"Eat up!" Rolo ordered lightheartedly.

[Assistant]
Corrine and Klaus make their way toward the back garden for lunch. Corrine felt extremely uncomfortable being anywhere near him. Everything he does is creepy. Even when he breathes! He was so suspicious to her.

As they made their way toward the garden, there was a garden table already set up with tea and sandwiches.

"Oh? Why, you already set up everything! I knew you liked me!" He grinned and quickly walked to the table, admiring the food. Corrine was puzzled. She wasn't the one who set that up. She was getting ready before he came. Most of her brothers weren't home, it couldn't have been them. Corrine thought and thought, until she looked at the table again.

It was Charlie. He was the only one who used the green tea set. And cut the crust off of his sandwiches. She smiled knowing that she would at least have a nice lunch with the creep. She sat down and sat up straight. Her father had drilled these manner into her head; it was second nature by now.

The awkward silence was killing her. He stared at her lovingly as he took a sip of his green tea. She decided to make conversation.

"S-so.... did you have a safe trip here from Germany? How long are you staying?" she asked.

"Why yes! It took a very long time to get here, but it was all worth it to see you! I'm staying for about two more weeks! I hope I get to see you more often, my dear." Corrine cringed. How could anyone not see how creepy he is? She nodded and continued to sip her tea. She couldn't believe she was thinking this, but she actually wanted school to start! She couldn't wait to get away from him.

"My dear, is something wrong?" he asked.

Corrine shook her head.

"You look upset."

She shook her head.

"Corrine, answer me."

She shook her head harder.

"Answer me!" he yelled.

She jumped up and hid in her chair.

"I-I'm just home sick! I wanna go home!" she trembled.

"Aw~ poor baby! I'm sure you'll like it here in Sea Salt Bay! It looks like a nice town!" His tone completely changed. He was like another person. If only she had proof her father might call off the marriage. If only Rolo were here. She would have had a much better time chatting with him.

She finished off her tea and sighed. Just another hour Corrine, and the rest of the day is yours! She could try and find someone to hang with. Or maybe go back down to the beach. Anywhere but here.

She felt like she was forgetting something. Something important. But she couldn't put her finger on it. It must have been important.

"Corrine! Let's go back inside! I want to tell you about Germany. You are my fiancée after all, and I'm making you move in with me, so I think you should at least have a bit of knowledge about it, right?" He takes her arms and practically drags her to the parlor. His grip is unusually tight. She didn't want to complain or hear him yell again, so off she went to the parlor, getting a boastful earful about Germany.

[User]
It was a short time later when a rather unexpected visitor came to the pancake place. The bell that was attached to the door rang out as it opened, announcing his arrival. Wearing black pants, leather shoes, a camel shade button up shirt, and a wide brimmed camel shaded hat, sheriff Waxley of Sea Salt Bay Police Department was indeed the typical stereotype of a small town sheriff. A middle aged veteran with a gruff demeanour and a zero tolerance policy for sass. According to the local punks he was very much the friendly neighbourhood buzzkill. The old and the boring loved him and the young and the interesting hated him. It was obvious to all though that despite all that, the sheriff took great pride in his job.

Rumours abounded that the glock he was armed with has been fired for extralegal reasons on more than one occasion. Though such rumours had been proven to be unfounded. Still, there's been many strange rumours that have plagued the town of Sea Salt Bay and its more prominent members of society. Though many people have simply chalked them up to small town idle gossip. But some people still believed. Such people were always a treat to talk to.

Both Rolo and Switch looked up from their plates nervously as the sheriff approached. What was strange was that out of all the Sundays that Rolo ate at the pancake place, he never once saw the sheriff in there. It was obvious to the two friends that this encounter was not gonna be because of random happenstance.

"Mornin fellas, enjoyin your breakfast?" greeted sheriff Waxley.

"Good morning sir. Yeah, breakfast is good." replied Rolo awkwardly.

"These pancakes are out of this world." Switch intoned.

"Hehe I bet they are. Gertrude does a hell of a good job doesn't she? That old gal has been makin pancakes ever since the gosh darn dinosaurs walked the earth." joked the sheriff.

Both Rolo and Switch laughed nervously. The tension was too thick for a simple little joke to break it. The sheriff himself though, grinned smugly to himself. He secretly got off on the tension he created when it came to dealing with so called "tough" guys.

"And I don't think she'd take to kindly to you dirtying up her furniture son. And sit like a normal person, for heavens sake." ordered the sheriff.

"Y-yes sir." stammered Switch.

Switch then took his feet off of the other adjacent chair and placed them firmly in the ground. He glanced at the other chair briefly, to check for signs of dirt. Luckily, there was not a spec to be found.

"Uhh is there anything you need sheriff?" asked Rolo.

"Truth be told, not really, though I could do with a couple of pancakes myself. Sadly though, I ain't got the time. Somebody has to keep the local hooligans in line and such. But there was somethin I've been meanin to ask you two gentlemen about. Maybe you two could shed a little light on the subject." explained the sheriff.

"And what might that be?" asked Switch.

"Well I'm glad you asked! announced the sheriff.

"There was a little incident with a bunch of burnin tires down on Main Street. I don't suppose any of you two fine gentlemen know anythin bout that?" asked sheriff Waxley.

"Well uhh I dunno." replied Rolo.

"Yeah, we don't know nothin. It could've been anyone. We aren't the only guys who own bikes and stuff." asserted Switch.

"You know it's an offence to lie to an officer of the law right?." asked the sheriff.

"May I ask sheriff, what makes you think that we know anything about it?" countered Switch.

"Those are some mighty fine bikes you boys got out there. They look awfully like the ones those hoodlums rode at the scene." the sheriff observed.

"The Harley Davidson FL is a common and popular motorcycle. I'm sure we ain't the only ones who have em." stated Switch.

"I suppose not. Just makin light conversation. Ya know that there's gonna be an assembly about it at your school tomorrow mornin? It's an important one so make sure you boys ain't sick or nothin." explained the sheriff.

"Wouldn't dream of it. We'll be there, front row center. said Switch.

"Yeah, we will." said Rolo.

"Glad to hear it boys. Y'all have a good rest of the day ya hear!?" said sheriff Waxley.

"Don't worry, we will." relied Switch.

"Yeah, and a good morning to you to sir." said Rolo.

The sheriff then walked away from the table then out the door. The bell on the door rang once again, signalling his departure. Both Switch and Rolo looked at each other incredulously. It was the first time that any of them had ever been questioned directly by the sheriff himself. It was as clear as day that things weren't going to be so easy for the Salt Bay Turbos anymore.

[Assistant]
Corrine sat in the parlor, listening to Klaus ramble about Germany and why it's a fantastic place. She could hardly keep her eyes open.

"Mein Schatz?" A voice called out to her. She quickly opened her eyes. She didn't fall asleep did she?

"You don't look so good. Are you sick? Oh no, let me take you to your room. I'll come back next week to check on you." Corrine didn't have a chance to say anything before Klaus carefully picked her up off of the sofa. She groaned as she's removed from her comfortable spot. But at least he was leaving. He carries her with ease up the stairs and into her bedroom. He lays her down on her bed and smiles.

"Now you stay here and rest. I'll go tell your brothers that you aren't feeling well. My poor baby..." He takes her hand and squeezes it particularly hard. She flinches as her hand starts to hurt. Corrine looks up at his face and notices a mischeavious smile spread across his lips. He was up to something again. He kisses her hand and leaves the room, closing the door behind him.

She felt her forehead. She wasn't burning up. Maybe she shouldn't have slept in the forest last night. She decided to stay in her room and catch up on some much needed rest.


[System]
Race: Human (Inuit) / Empowered Human

Sex: Female

Age: 35 (72)

Height: 7'8" (13'9")

Weight: 502 lbs (4,520 lbs)

Personal Description: Pikatok is the strong silent type. Though, only to the barest degree of silent. Pikatok prefers to not speak until she is spoken to, then she will chew off your ear. Pikatok never really had a childhood, so while she's not doing her lifelong duty to protect the gates of life and death, she entertains herself with silly and childish behavior. Though, she would never admit to it, even if she got caught.

While she is a bit childish, she does know the difference between the calm and the storm. Her mind can switch from innocent and childish to a ferocious warrior woman. Pikatok has a few bad habbits, such as overhunting and overeating. She's pretty self conscious about her size and weight, despite her body index being mostly muscle.

Physical Description: Pikatok is a remarkably large woman, towering over men and women alike. Her face is soft, but stern. She carries a look of one who has great purpose in life, her face has slight wrinkles from the stresses of her day to day life. Her body is hardened by battle and mystical energies. She constantly eminates an aura of light green energy, it leaks from her very slowly and it is hard to see against a green background. Fortunately, she is rarely seen outisde of the frozen north. Her skin is dark, about as dark as every other Inuit person. The skin that can be seen on her is rough and worn, as one would expect the skin of a warrior and worker to be.

Pikatok dresses in hide and fur, covering her entire body from head to toe, except for her face and hands. Her clothing consists of a long cloak with a hood that drapes over her forehead, her hair hangs out from the hood down to her chest. The cloak conceals a fur vest and pants. She has boots that are tightly tied to her legs, and her pants are tucked into them to seal out the cold. The outfit lacks gloves, she likes to work with her hands exposed.

Pikatok's hair is braided and a deep brown shade, strands of red hair can be seen as well. Her eyes are a sharp green in color, they are very bright in color. Veins can be seen in her eyes, one of them in her left eye has burst and has turned into a brown spot permanently in her eye.

Pikatok's most surprising feature, however, is her remarkable bulk. (Even before the transformation.) She stands at over seven feet tall, and with a shoulder span wider than even the shoulders of a bodybuilder.

Skills, Powers, and Abilities:
Ancient Shaman's Might: Pikatok's tribe is among one of the oldest bloodlines in the world, and her clan's Shamans are connected to the spirits of beasts that once were as well as beasts that still are. They can call upon the powers of beasts that have passed to empower themselves, a power leftover from when they were the gatekeepers of our world and the next. The doors of the afterlife are long since shut, but Pikatok can still access the powers of her forefathers and foremothers.

* Strength of the Mammoth: The greatest land mammal to ever live, the mammoth could topple great trees with ease. A great beast that has long since left the Earth, but its strength still lingers in Pikatok. She can champion the Strength of the Mammoth and hoist over 12 tons of weight, throwing twelve paces in front of herself. Pikatok has used this power to participate in Caber and Keg tossing competitions.
* Speed of the Cheetah: The fastest land animal to ever live, the cheetah can run up to highway speeds for short bursts. Allowing it to rushdown its prey and feed its young. Pikatok may call on the speed of the cheetah, allowing her to run up to 75 mph in short bursts. More than once she has hunted with this power, allowing her to bring food to her entire tribe.
* Eyes of the Eagle: The Eagle's eyes can see a rat hiding in the brush from leagues away, Pikatok can tap into the sight of the eagle to see farther and sharper than any normal human. She can pick out a figure from a mile away, and count how many finger's he's holding up.
* Nose of the Bear: The Bear's nose is stronger than ours, sniffing out the smallest scrap of meat from a mile away. Pikatok can sniff out cowards hiding in the shadow, she uses this to hunt for seals and fish beneath the surface of the water.
* Ears of the Rabbit: Like the eyes of the eagle and the nose of the bear, the ears of the rabbit are much better than our own. Really not too much to say here.
* Reflexes of the Panther: The Panther's instincts are like a rubberband, reacting to stimuli faster than the human mind can process. Pikatok gains the reaction speed of a panther, amplifying her reflexes to 5x that of normal humans.
* Lungs of the Whale: The whale can dive deeper than any other beast, and Pikatok can hold her breath as long as a sperm whale.
* Hide of the Glyptodon: The Glyptodon, the ancestor of the Armodillo. A tougher hide than any animal today. Bone and leathery skin to protect their soft insides. Pikatok's flesh can take on a hard texture, allowing her to withstand far more than any human could ever survive. (Her skin becomes as hard as leather covered in bone.)
* Jaws of the Tyrant Lizard: A fighting stance unique to the Shamans of Pikatok's tribe, the Tyrant Lizard of course being the Tyrannosaurus Rex. It is a purely offensive stance, relying on lunging grapples and swift legwork. It offers a balance of offensive and defensive options. Both arms are partially extended outwards, both leading and guarding with the left hand.

Backstory:
Pikatok is the guardian of the gates between the realm of the living and the spirit realm. Fukkit, backstory ain't too necessary. To summarize, she guards the gates. Making sure nothing enters or exits without permission.

[User]
The day begins, Pikatok is the first to wake in her hut. The mountain of a man lay beside her, her husband. She lay a kiss on his cheek before leaving the bed, stepping from her bed and stretching her extremities until they popped. Wordlessly she dressed herself in the heavy hide cloth, punctuating her dressing with another stretch.

The plate of salted meats on the table had hardly been touched. Pikatok sighed, turning towards her sleeping husband, he hadn't eaten before going to sleep. 'He really should eat more.' The words ran through her head as she left the hut, gently pulling the door closed as to not make a noise. The winds whipped against her face, the first breeze of the morning was her favorite feeling of the day. A chill ran down her body from her head to her toes, truly waking her up from the lingering slumber of the morning. A deep breath and her preparations were finished, Pikatok set off to the edge of the village.

The sound of snow crunching and the snores of sleeping folk, Pikatok's morning routine was simple enough. The noises were comforting as she walked to her outpost, nearly a mile away from the gates she could see the shimmering outline of the gates. A particularly calm day it seemed, though the winds were still the vicious lashes of the frozen north. Simple days of calm were what her life was, a peaceful existence with a great sense of satisfaction. Pikatok felt as though her life was pretty perfect, she has purpose and happiness. These thoughts run through her head daily as she leaves to guard the gates.

It took her only a minute to reach the gates, though today she looked at them with a slight discomfort. Something deep in her gut felt off, maybe she should have eaten before she left. There was a chair to the side of the gates, a large oaken chair from the other side. Big enough to seat her and two others, and where she spent her every day.

Pikatok placed a hand on the seat and pulled herself into it, sliding her buttocks backwards until her back was against the back. With a small huff she made herself comfortable in the seat.

"Another long day ahead."

[Assistant]
It has been a week since the last challenge. Soon after descending the Mountain after his successful race with Havardr, he entered a tundra. There he had met the Penguin Key Holder, and been challenged to yet another powerless race. His stamina had returned, of course, as had his ability to access his tattoos. The Penguin Key was a mystery, he wasn't actually sure he was able to get it.

Perhaps he should turn around and find the King, to ask what the issue had been. And if another dreadful race was in order.

But something more dreadful, and annoying, awaited him along this Tundra. His Father.

And to get to him, as the old man wasn't exactly forthcoming with the reality shifting teleportation to the Spirit Animal world, or to bring himself here, he had to enter through one of the Gates.

And the closest was guarded by an old hag he hated almost as much as his father. Pikatok, the woman who fancied herself the Beast Queen. How his father put up with having her guard one of the few Gates was beyond him, but he hated every time he had to cross her. Thankfully, it was rare.

The woman, Pikatok, had beaten him so many times when he was younger, she had practically driven him to find other gates. Yet, here he was, Kusanagi at his side, RyuKyu bounding, but fading, by his side. He hated her too. To meet her, and hopefully get into the Gate without the time honored tradition of beating her to do it.

The wind danced around him in its cold, mocking way, and he remembered why he had went to the Volcanic Plains, and worked his way around to the cold. Fate. And he hated the cold.

Off in the distance, he could see the woman and the wind brought along her scent. It was morning, had to be, because she was just sitting herself down at that chair, that was big enough to seat two others. The far end of the chair was the one he often sat on when banished away to the woman.

He approached, letting his hat shield his eyes away from the worst of the storm.

"Pikatok, he wants to see me. Allow me to pass and be out of this damned wintery horse's ass you call a home."

He turned his gaze up towards the woman, and set a pleading smile on his face. Hopefully she had changed over the years.


[System]
Age: 12
Hometown: Ecruteak City
Appearance (pic preferred):

Starter: Fennekin
Bio: Shiranui had developed a fascination with fox-like Pokémon from watching the Kimono Sisters performing during his childhood. His favourite Pokémon are Espeon, Umbreon, Delphox, Zoroark and Ninetales. He is generally kind, but has a low tolerance to those who speak ill of his likes. He had been inspired to go on a Pokémon journey ever since he spotted Ho-oh taking off from the Bell Tower at age 8, later catching it during his journey through Johto along with two of the three Legendary Beasts.

Having never left the regions of the Far East, Shiranui is excited for seeing the culture of a faraway land whilst also steeling himself for the culture shock he may inevitably feel. As part of his ninja training, his father had told him to expect the unexpected.

[User] Liam had returned to the Pokemon Center and had his Pokemon healed.

[Assistant] Shiranui had his healed as well.

[User] "So, now we go back to Luminose to move on to the next gym." Liam said with a smile.

[Assistant] "Given how big that city is, we could easily get lost," replied Shiranui, "The last time we were there, I felt like my mind was being read by a psychic Pokémon and a strong one at that."

[User] "I wonder what Pokemon that could be." Liam thought aloud.

[Assistant] "Perhaps it's a Gardevoir or an Alakazam. They're strong Psychic Pokemon." Ryan suggested.

[User] "Well, that seems to be a sound theory." Liam acknowledged.

[Assistant] "I don't know," Shiranui replied, "I trained both of those Pokémon and they know what to look for in a mind. What I felt was more like a tentative mind sweep like whatever did it was curious but restrained. Do any of you know what psychic Pokémon would try to hold their own power back?"

[User] "Maybe some legendary or pseudo-legendary Pokemon?" Liam proposed.

[Assistant]
Sam walked through the grass when he suddenly found a Fletchling. Froakie came out of his pokeball and used his bubble on the pokemon. The Fletchling responded with a tackle. Sam used a pokeball on it, and after it shook three times, it shut. He got back to the gym, seeing his new friends already left. He challenged the gymleader, and after the rules were explained and surskit was sent out, Sam sent out his Froakie once more.

Surskit opened with quick attack, and Froakie did the same. They clashed and both got send airborn, but Froakie was the first to regain his balance. "Again, quick attack!" Sam said, and Froakie followed his order. Surskit used bubble but Froakie evaded the attack and hit Surskit again. This time, Surskit couldn't endure the attack and fainted. The next pokemon send out was Vivillon, and Sam kept Froakie in battle.

Froakie used his bubble on Vivillon, but it was too fast and evaded the attack, then countered with tackle. Froakie responded with a quick attack, trying to keep up with Vivillon's speed, but Vivillon used tackle again and used Froakie's speed against him. Froakie fainted, and Sam now used his new pokemon Fletchling.

Fletchling used quick attack to come closer to Vivillon, but when Vivillon tried tackling the bird pokemon, it instead used his speed to avoid the Vivillon and get behind it. "Now, use peck!" As the Vivillon turned around, Fletchling charged into the bug type and used its peck to pin it to the ground. "Finish it with another peck!" Sam said, and with a final peck, the bug typ was defeated.

Sam got awarded the Bug Gym Badge, thanked the gym leader for the battle and headed for the pokemon center. Once there, he saw his friends again. "There you guys are. I thought you might already have left town. So where are we going next?"

[User] "Well, the next gym is all the way in Cyllage City," answered Shiranui after reading a region guide.

[Assistant] "We will have to go back though Lumiose to reach it." Liam added.

[User] "Shall we move on then gang?" Liam inquired.

[Assistant] "Yes, we shall," replied Shiranui.

[User] "I think it is the East Gate we have to take." Liam said. "I also suggest we stock up on any supplies we need while we are there."

[Assistant] "Whilst I agree on the supplies, according to the map, we actually have to take the southwest gate," Shiranui corrected.

[User] "I have stocked up on supplies and extra. In case someone else does not pack enough." Ryan said as he looked at his map. He knew the order which he wanted to go in, but he needed to stay with the group.

[Assistant] "Well, I have to do some special shopping when we get back." Liam added.

[User] "Special shopping?" Shiranui inquired, "Did you have something in mind?"

[Assistant] "Yes I do, but you'll have to wait to see." Liam replied.

[User] Ryan sighed quietly. "It's time to get going." Ryan began walking towards the city when he saw something in the tall grass. 'Male Ralts, close to evolution to Kirlia, smaller than normal. A good catch if I've ever seen one.' Ryan looked at Fuma and nodded. Fuma leaped off of Ryan's shoulder and tackled the Ralts to the ground. He began Pounding the Ralts and holding it down. Ryan quickly snatched a Pokeball off of his belt and threw it at the Ralts. Fuma leaped off of it and waited for the ball to click. When it did, Ryan walked over and picked up the ball.

[Assistant] 'That was an interesting catch." Liam commented after the ball clicked shut. "Well, the town is almost in sight." Liam commented. "It will only be a few minutes."

[User] The mention of Lumiose City brought to Shiranui's mind the psychic Pokémon that read it. He was curious about what it could be.

[Assistant] It wasn't long until they were at the edge of the big city. Liam had the special shopping he wanted to go to that he had heard about. If they wanted to split up, it would be ideal to meet at the exit they need or Prism Tower, since it is the biggest structure in town, as well as in the dead center.

[User] "Makes sense to split up," Shiranui concurred.

[Assistant] "So, when we are done, lets meet at Prism Tower. We can take a cab to the proper gate from there." Liam said.

[User] "That seems to be a sound plan. Would anyone like to come with me to search for this mysterious psychic Pokemon?" Ryan asked the group as he had nothing better to do and his curiosity was piqued.

[Assistant] "I'll come," answered Shiranui. He had been pondering about what psychic Pokémon would try to hold its own power back.

[User]
Davy

"Good to hear. I have actually formed a hypothesis on what the Pokemon could be. I believe it is either a Espurr or a Meowstic based on the description given." Ryan explained his hypothesis as he began walking around the city.

[Assistant]
After a bit of searching, Liam found the store he was looking for. This store sold every evolution stone. He had one specific stone that he needed to buy, and he got it. He showed it to Ralts, who was out of his Luxury Ball. "See this? Once your a Kirlia I can use this to turn you into a Gallade. The store owner saw the keystone on Liam's wrist and the Ralts. He showed him a supply a Mega Stones he had as well. He showed Liam a particular piece. They say this stone allows Gallade to Mega Evolve. Liam managed to persuade the shop keeper to lower the price from 5,000,000 Pokedollars to a much more reasonable amount. Once he was done with his shopping, He began to leave the store when Trevor walked by the store.
 "Well, looky here." He said. Trevor wanted a battle. Liam agreed but said they should move the battle to somewhere that they wouldn't damage storefronts and suggested near Prism Tower. Trevor agreed and the two walked toward the tower.

[User] Ryan continued his search when he saw Liam buying a stone for his male Ralts. "Why have I not thought of this." he smacked his forehead and turned to Shiranui. "I need to take a quick break, sorry." Ryan went in himself and managed to bargain for a Mega Pin and a Dawn Stone. He cursed his luck in not finding a Key Stone, but was gald to get the holder for it. It was becoming increasingly harder nowadays to get Mega Stones. He wanted to get the Mega Galladite, but decided against it. He could probably ask one of Professor Sycamore's associates for Mega Stones instead. He came back out and pinned the Mega Pin to his shirt and looked at Shiranui. "Forgive me, I needed to get something done quickly. Let's continue our search." Ryan then continued his patrol.

[Assistant]
(They wouldn't have the keystone. There is a way planned later on for you to get that though.)

Liam and Trevor went to the designated battle spot. They agreed on two Pokemon each. Trevor called on Roselia and Liam called out Scarlet the Fenniken.
 "Poison Powder!" Trevor called.
 "Ember!" Liam replied. the fire attack burned the venomous powder up.
 "Ingrain!" Trevor called. Roselia let roots out and they went though the cracks of the concrete into the ground.
 "Ember again!" Liam called. This time the flames hit the Grass type.
 "Leech Seed!" Trevor called. Scarlet was tied up in vines that zapped her health away bit by bit. Roseila was now being healed by two sources. Scarlet learned a new move, Flame Charge. She got a critical hit and KO'd Roseila. Trevor swapped it out for Litleo.

"Litleo, the Lion Cub Pokemon. The stronger the opponent it faces, the more heat surges from its mane and the more power flows through its body. They set off on their own from their pride and live by themselves to become stronger. These hot-blooded Pokémon are quick to fight."

Liam recalled Scarlet and sent out Jiriaya the Froakie, who got a lucky hit with Water Pulse and KO'd Litleo. Liam went to a nearby Pokemon Center and healed his Pokemon and returned to the rondevouz point.

[User]
"Espurr? Meowstic?" Shiranui asked, pulling out his Pokédex.
"Espurr, the Restraint Pokémon. The organ that emits its intense psychic power is sheltered by its ears to keep power from leaking out."
"Meowstic, the Constraint Pokémon and the evolved form of Espurr. The eyeball patterns on the interior of its ears emit psychic energy. It keeps the patterns tightly covered because that power is too immense."
At that point, Shiranui felt his mind being read again. A particular memory was found and the connection was lost. "My mind got read again," Shiranui stated.

[Assistant]
Davy

"Ah good. We are probably close then." Ryan looked around and saw something fleeing out of the corner of his eye. "After it!" Ryan sprinted towards where he saw the thing and looked around. "Gone."

[User] Liam sat on a bench with Scarlet and Ralts out. Liam was brushing Scarlet's fur. Ralts sat next to his trainer.

[Assistant] Shiranui followed Ryan and saw the look of disappointment. "I think one of my psychic Pokémon can help out," he stated, "I brought her along in case I needed emergency backup. Titania, come on out!" Shiranui opened one of his Poké Balls and a Gardevoir materialised.

[User]
Davy

Ryan quickly whipped out a pen and notepad and began taking notes on Titania. "Absolutely fascinating. Ideal height, hair seemingly well taken care of, face spikes are longer than usual species length, lower body gown is seemingly silky. This Gardevoir is above average." Any disappointment from earlier was gone as he noted every aspect of Titania. He then realized he was in public and put away the notepad. "Sorry. Titania, could you please search the area for any strong Psychic presences?" He asked politely.

[Assistant] "I certainly can," answered Titania, "Oh, and thanks for your evaluation." The Gardevoir scanned the local vicinity and found a strong mind a block away.

[User] Liam's Ralts perked up when he sensed Titania scanning the city. He tugged Liam's sleeve and communicated it to his trainer. Liam recalled Scarlet and had Ralts teleport him to the Gardevoir scanning the city.

[Assistant] "Hello Liam," greeted Shiranui, "What brings you here?"


[System]
"I'm sorry that I didn't do better."
Age: 18

Gender: Female

Race: Human

Ranking: Rook

Appearance: Nora weighs around 150 Lbs. and stands at around 5'11, something that always bothered her as she'd like to break that 6' mark. She prefers to keep her long blond hair in a pony tail with wispy bangs in the front. Due to her old, anti-social behavior and lack of past friendships, her skin color is much more on the paler side from not having much of a reason to go outside.

She prefers wearing just a simple t-shirt and jeans, maybe with a hoodie on over it if it's cold out. Due to her desire to make friends though, she wears a lot of skirts and more stylish tops in the hopes that they'll make her look better.

Skills: Nora is so terrible at cooking that she can find a way to injure herself even if the dish doesn't involve anything hot or sharp. She's fluent in both English and Japanese. Has hundreds of hours logged for several games, though has only adequate skill in most of them.

Sacred Gear: Nora has the Sacred Gear known as Crystal Corruption. It allows her to make crystals grow around the environment and her enemies. For example, she could crystalize the floor and make it brittle, or form crystals around her or someone else to protect them from an incoming attack. They would be similar to huge, sharp purple stalactites that come out of the ground (think Crystal Sage's White Dragon Breath spell from Dark Souls 3). With training though, she'd eventually be able to make them different shapes and sizes as well as be able to be more precise as to where they will grow so she could toss crystals like throwing knives or use them directly as armor, though this would certainly take months if not years to accomplish.

Magic: No knowledge of magic.

Strengths: Friendly, loyal to a fault, and a very promising Sacred Gear that has the capability of improving over time.

Weaknesses: Inferiority complex, feels the need to carry the world upon her shoulders, and an unfamiliarity with her Sacred Gear.

Personality: Nora was often bullied in previous schools she had attended, and whenever she had attempted to fight back, no matter how hard she may have tried, she always seemed to lose. Because of this, she suffers from an inferiority complex and never sees herself as being anywhere near as good as her friends and allies when it comes to a fight, constantly doubting her abilities. She also has a tendency to blame herself for any failure, even if she had little or nothing to do with it. On the positive side though, she's extremely loyal and friendly, willing to do anything she can to protect those she sees as her friends.

Nora also has a very geeky side she tries to avoid letting most others know about. In her spare time, she enjoys playing video games, her favorite being the Dark Souls series or reading comics. She enjoys both Western comics as well as manga.

History: Nora always seemed to be on the move. Her dad's job had her and the rest of the family moving all across the U.S., causing Nora to never actually try to make friends, since she figured she would just lose touch with them when she inevitably moved again. One day though, Nora's dad was assigned a new position that would require him to move to his company's offices in Japan. Saying that Nora had difficulty fitting in would be an understatement, considering not only her usual anti-social tendencies but the language barrier as well. After being enrolled to Shitenhoji Academy for several months though, the young girl began to believe that this might become her permanent home and began the frightening task that was making friends. Her early attempts would usually end in failure, though you couldn't fault her for trying.

After yet another day of coming home alone though, Nora found a terrible sight... her family was moving yet again. All that hope that she had of finally being able to stay in one place and fit in was crushed. All of the slow progress that she had made would be for naught. Or would it? Nora got down on her knees and pleaded with her parents to let her stay, making up the lie that she had joined a club and had lots of friends now that she didn't want leave. In a surprising turn of events, Nora's parents decided to allow their only daughter to live on her own while they moved back to the States.

Several weeks passed and, while she still had no real friends to speak of, everything seemed to be going okay. She was on top of all of her assignments, she had successfully learned the language and was speaking Japanese as if it were her first language, and she was living comfortably in a small apartment for herself. A perfect time for a Sacred Gear that Nora didn't realize she had to flare up suddenly.

While walking home from school, Nora noticed that after every step she took, small crystal-like objects seemed to grow from the ground. This strange development caused the young girl to panic, running like Hell to escape from her new abilities, though it would be as pointless as someone attempting to avoid their own shadow. Nora soon found herself surrounded by the crystals while standing on the roof of a large, abandoned warehouse where she would learn even more about her newfound powers. In that moment, she discovered that one of the abilities of her sacred gear is to cause non-living objects to become brittle if enough of her crystals form upon it, causing the roof of the building to collapse beneath her feet and send her plummeting to certain death.

Luckily for Nora, as she laid on the ground, buried by concrete, steel, and her own crystals, her savior came. Her Sacred Gear, though its potential still mostly untapped, seemed too powerful for it to just disappear with the girl's death, and she was given the option to become a reincarnated Devil. With her life quickly nearing its end, she accepted without a second thought. She has only been a devil for a few days now and is still learning the ropes.

Other: Character Theme

"I chooseth this fate of my own free will"

[User]
- Art Building -
As she continued she didnt look away from her task but spoke up anyway. "We have a new person joining us which we need to introduce beyond that there is a few other things I will discuss once everyone arrives." Ixveria said her voice calm holding a casual tone to it though as she answered Amelia's question. "Everyone should be arriving soon anyway" she continued as she started to apply light paint to the canvas giving the landscape she was painting new life as she went from history to a bit of the fantastical recreating a potential scene from the colosseum during its glory days as you can see gladiators fighting fiercely in the ring. Though taking a break she decided to cheat a little as she sent a call to her pieces knowing that if they were in her peerage they would heed that call and head towards her location. With that done Ixveria let out a small smirk out of the many art clubs in the school hers was a bit different. In the sense hers was labeled as the multimedia art club. Which of course meant that Ixveria had a free reign on what type of art she could do and giving her peerage members various potential outlets to keep up the front.

- Classroom -
"Auriola was it?" A student asked already out of the school uniform and in the standard gym track uniform a tennis racket grasped firmly in her hand. "Since clubs are required why not join the tennis club?" "NO WAIT!" a voice called out as another girl came in her school uniform covered in splashes of paint as a dirty red beret sat crooked on her head "Join my festive arts club instead!" She said trying to reach for her hand in the process. This however continued as more and more students came rushing in with a variety of offers ranging from baseball to the more obscure such as the basket weaving club. Eventually though due to the sheer number of recruiters coming after her it left Auriola little room to speak leaving with only a few options she could take. Though if you were to look due to the size of the school and the amount of students more recruiters was coming along so she had to act fast.

- ??? -
"Things are going to plan I assume?" A voice called out a clear masculine tone was evident. He couldn't allow any mistakes not with a supposed pillar clan devil nearby. As that was said what could only be called a bull headed man nodded as he handed the man a box. "Goodjob Gouki" As said person vanished in a stream of dust. It was time to prepare and he had to plan very carefully if he wanted to succeed he had to make sure no one caught on to what he was doing lest of all this early in the stages. "Soon the world will return to how it was meant to be." he said softly as a cough started to overtake him blood seeping from his lips staining his white robe a scarlet red.

[Assistant]
Auriolus

Humans were so...quaint in their devotion to menial things. That was what Auriolus thought, merely watching them all, not at all used to the feeling of being desired. Even if her current name and persona were a falsehood, it still warmed her mechanical heart to the core to think that such care was given to her. It also broke her heart just a bit that she would have to deny their advances on her free time, considering that she was obligated to follow Ixveria to the end. Even in pointless recreational artistic endeavors. Even more awkward than trying to slip away though was how she would have to do it right in front of everyone, and for all she knew more recruiters were coming down the hallway from the other side. She had to act quickly, but at this rate she was going to be dragged off to some unrelated task while Ixveria was waiting.

Thinking on her feet, Auriolus suddenly opened up a nearby window and jumped onto the sill, crouched ever so slightly before looking back at the various recruiters that were no doubt perturbed by her position, while she simply smiled, the faintest of breezes blowing through her obsidian black hair. "Farewell...everybody." she said in a somewhat depressing tone, before suddenly JUMPING. Well, it was only the first floor, but she made it sound much more dramatic than intended when she landed, the tiniest puff of dirt being kicked up before she dusted herself off, slowly turning around to look at the club recruiters who were just...baffled. "Excuse me." she said before booking it out of there, the track and field recruiter yelling that she'd be perfect for their team.

It took her a few rounds of dipping in and out of buildings on campus and occasionally just heading to the rooftop unseen before Auriola could see the recruiters heading back to their club rooms. Feeling a little bad at disappointing them, Auriola clutched her knees and traced a small circle in the dust on the rooftop. "...I really am the worst..." she said in a soft whisper, suddenly sitting up as she remembered...she was supposed to meet Ixveria just as soon as she got out of her first day of class! Feeling that she could make it up to...EVERY club later somehow, Auriola quickly touched down off the roof when nobody was looking, make sure to descend far from the eyelines of windows, having kicked up an enormous amount of dust with the thrusters in her fingers and legs. Dusting her skirt off, she ran off to Shitenhoji's Art Club Room.

On the way in, she noticed Hakuryu in his usual haphazardly thrown together uniform...judging from the degree of perspiration, he'd been training before coming here as well. Before she would deal with that, respect was due to Ixveria as the robotic woman bowed. "Good Evening, Miss Ixveria," she said, hurriedly adding: "My apologies for being late...many clubs were asking for me. Speaking of, I will need to fill out the paperwork to make my relation to the Art Club official." before turning on her heel and facing Hakuryu. "Amelia, good evening. Hakuryu, you're uniform is in disarray." she said, before without any warning starting to unbutton his uniform, fixing it quickly before suddenly running off to another part of the room, returning with a chilled bottle of water. "It is important to drink plenty of fluids during and after exercise to maintain the balance of fluids you lose while sweating. If you are ever in need of a durable sparring partner, Diligence would be delighted to join you." she said, nonchalantly handing the bottle over before sitting on a nearby chair and waiting. Though, her last offer was...not so appealing. Diligence was a bit of a bitch when it came to training. Now, she just had time on her hands, and as such began constructing a human face on paper, using simple geometric shapes to start. Art was art, after all.


[System]
Appearance:

Race: Human
Occupation: Explorer
Memories: Yin awoken one day in a dark, damp cave. With nothing but the clothes on her back, she had no idea where she was or even who she was. It was frightful at first, because she was alone. But soon that fear became curiosity. Yin would leave the cave, following a strange voice in her head. It was neither frightening, nor calming. It was more like... The sound of the wind. The washing of the waves. Crackling fire. A falling rock. The sound of nature and life. She wandered for some time, stopping to sleep, eat, and drink, as her memories slowly came back to her. Though really the only memory she regained was her name. However soon she would discover the horrors in these lands. Mutated beings who once were human, like her. Madness stricken beasts who tore at anything that moved. Even creatures who by all rights should be dead, shambling about adding more numbers to their ranks. Yin could not face these creatures alone, and fled from them. Fear gripped her heart. But once again, that fear turned into a strange curiosity. A desire for strength. And so Yin sought out a way to protect herself, and free these tortured souls from their existence. That's when she discovered a strange power she had within her. The power shelter lost souls within her...
Other: Yin has found a large cat doll which she has painstakingly cleaned and cared for. It helped keep her sanity when she was alone, as she has had no company otherwise.

So far the only memory Yin has discovered is her own name, and only because she heard the name in her head and simply assumes it's her name. She's tried to find if there's anything else about her identity, but so far she has found nothing.

Yin is decently capable of basic survival skills, as she is one of the rare few truly living beings in these lands, and Yin still needs to eat and drink to live.

[User] One moment, Graham Douglas had been the undisputed master of all he surveyed. The next, he had been bleeding out on the ground, a knife shoved into his back by his traitorous right hand man. And now here he was. Rather than heading off to whatever afterlife was waiting for him, Graham instead found himself in a crumbling temple with with a bunch of other dead people all surrounding a girl who was still clearly alive and sleeping soundly on the temple's altar. Though he was incapable of moving away from where he appeared, Graham had the fortune of appearing within sitting distance of one of the few long chairs that time had yet to break beyond use. As he sat down, Graham heard the others start talking and introducing themselves, so Graham figured he'd get in on that. "Graham Douglas." Graham introduced himself. "By the by, does anyone else 'ave this strange feelin' in the back o' their 'eads that somethin' dangerous is 'eaded this way or is that just death makin' me go a bit loopy?"

[Assistant]
As the four were trying to figure out what was going on with their situation, the girl began to rouse. Strangely enough as she was becoming conscious, everyone would feel more mobile. They were able to move around her, though no further than five feet or so. She sat up, rubbing her eyes, and looked around. For a moment she seemed shocked. She was quiet and you could all tell she was afraid. Yet at the same time, despite being so much smaller, so much weaker, there was a certain level of defiance within her. As if she was ready to fight despite how hopelessly outmatched she would be. "Who are you all? You're not... Did you just come here? You don't look like the monsters in these lands." Yin gulped. She had no weapons, not even a rock, but her hands were held tightly to her chest as if to protect her vitals. "I'm Yin... Do you all live here?"

Whisper would also notice something now that they have awakened mentally. The altar the girl sat upon was dedicated to a certain deity. The name would elude them due to the void in their memories, but off the top of their heads Whisper could remember their had something to do with voyaging and safe passage: sensible things to want in this pastoral coastal ruin. Whisper himself would know that there are similar deities within the realm of death, such as the Ferryman of Souls. Perhaps it was no coincidence that Whisper would awaken here then, in this place meant to guide people to their destination, be it new lands or an afterlife. As for Graham, while most of his memories unrelated to his vengeance are also a blur, something about some of the ruined iconography was familiar. It was strange because the markings weren't anything like what was on the altar. But it would only take a moment for him to remember some cult or religion that was rather notable back in his city that had the tendency to plaster their symbols everywhere, especially in temples. Even if Graham is not a religious man, he would know that such graffiti had one purpose: marking an enemy area as your territory. Perhaps it was no time that brought this temple to ruin after all.

That foreboding feeling was still coming. And for some it was heard. Tamzen was able to hear the flaps of a large winged creature: this was no mere bird. Something much bigger, and was moving fast and with purpose. It was uncertain to know if they realized Yin was here but Tamzen could at least recognize some flying creature was approaching the area due north. As for the others, Alsei would only need a short moment to realize that Yin was overly malnourished. Any strenuous physical activity would drain her quickly, and there was no doubt that if anything came by to attack her, her chances of survival was slim. The fact she survived for this long was nothing short of a miracle. PAL would approach, it's body largely functional however many parts of it's chassis and equipment were rusted and in a state of ruin. The flail heads were gone, likely lost underneath the sand, the tabard was eaten away but insects, and the shield was warped and rusted as well. It would take some time to fix PAL back to it's previous state, but it was still functional nonetheless.

[User]
As the other two introduced themselves, Tamzen looked over their new companions once again, eyes lingering on Whisper in particular. They hadn't encountered many kenku in their travels, but they were pretty sure that skeletal, eyeless face was not a common trait. Did it have something to do with how he had died? None of the others showed such severe disfigurements, meaning either the kenku's death had been particularly horrific or there was something else at play here.

The halfling didn't have too long to comtemplate what to do about this before the woman on the altar finally awoke. Tamzen turned their head towards her. Just as they were about to open their mouth to answer her queries, however, their pointed ears suddenly pricked up as they became aware of large wingbeats, slowly growing louder and louder.

"Something's coming," they said. They pointed northwards. "From over that way." They looked back at Yin. "It appears we are not safe here. Do you know how to fight?" They then glanced at the other members of the group. "Do any of you know how to fight or..." They looked down at their ghostly hands. Could they even fight like this? They weren't even sure if they could move, let alone hit something. They shook their head. "I think we should consider retreating, find a place to hide, get our bearings."

[Assistant]
From where he was sitting, Graham pulled out his bubble pipe and began 'smoking' it. As he did so, he became aware of a number of eight-pointed stars graffitied all across the temple. Graham was familiar with this type of graffiti. He'd frequently used his own version of it over his many campaigns of underworld conquest at the head of the Lamb Street Shanks. It was the sort of graffiti that was left behind after an attack to let people know just who it was that rolled on through and set fire to everything. Most of the gangs Graham had dealt with hadn't been religious in nature, the closest he'd ever come being some pirates led by a hobgoblin paladin. But even so, Graham had seen these symbols before when he was alive. They belonged to a cult that paid homage to the Bright for power or protection. They never made an effort to oppose him and he had never antagonized them, so Graham didn't know much about them. But he did know that a good portion of the Lamb Street Shanks were also members of this cult.

Graham didn't remember there being a quiet costal village near the city he lived in though, so he wondered what these symbols were doing here. Perhaps the cults operation was farther reaching than he thought. Or perhaps they had moved or expanded far beyond the city between Graham's death and now. Either way, Graham put those thoughts aside as Yin woke up and spoke.

"Graham Douglas." Graham introduced himself a second time once Yin was done talking. "We just got 'ere through some magical shenanigan or another and were just as puzzled as you are on 'ow that 'appened."

When Tamzen mentioned that something was coming and suggested they run and hide, Graham was deeply offended by the notion. "Bugger that!" Graham exclaimed. "If whatever's comin' this way is a threat, I say we kill it!" With that said, Graham put away his pipe, pulled out his crossbow, and readied himself for battle.

[User]
"Yin. Graham Douglas. Tamzen Silentflight. Alssssei Cogsssspeaker."

The chorus of voices rolled out from the hooded Kenku, a perfect copy of each being reflected back to their speakers. He shifted, flowing like a rolling cloud of fog in his shadowy form towards the Altar- and towards Yin. She would be permitted, indirectly, to see into his hood and to see the abominable visage that he possesses as he quietly contemplates the Altar. Oh, how his mind failed him! A lifetime of a body that creaked and groaned only to lose his mind as a spirit! It set nerves- Nerves that shouldn't function, he has no glands or organs for them to connect to after all- on edge. At the alrert of Danger, the Kenku's feathers flattened out and smoothed down. This simple thing resulted in Whisper losing most of his volume and his robes shifting as if something beneath them were alive as his stature was reduced to that of a gaunt frame beneath the black of his attire. Truly, in life, he must have been miserable.

Whirling the scythe slowly in his hands, his beak parted;

"You don't look like the monsters in these lands." He echoed back to Yin, shadows flowing down his arms and along the scythe. These shadows formed into a larger cloud that Whisper suddenly turned and slashed the Scythe through; the cloud erupting around Yin and melding her into the shadows as well.

[Action: Spell Slot expended to Cast Invisibility upon Yin].

"Find a place to hide, kill it, fullfill your duty as Guardian!." he declared to the group.

Whisper's scythe stilled in the air, trembling as the magic flowed off him and over Yin. The beak parted one final time, whispering to Yin in a strange kaleidoscope of voices;

"Somethin' dangerous is 'eaded this way, we are not safe here I fear we might not have much time. My name issss... Whisper."

the final voice was once again that wondrously pleasant female voice he couldn't quite recall.

[Assistant]
Yin was confused why these people were here, though at the same time she didn't feel too... Threaten, at least not by them. It was a strange feeling, almost familiar? But there wasn't really any time to question it. Soon a loud, ear piercing screech ripped through the air. Yin looked around scared before glancing back to Tamzen. "I... I don't know how to fight. But I know how to hide." The church wasn't a very great place to hide as it was quite open, lacking doors and most of it's roof. Yin ran out of the ruined temple and the others would feel themselves get pulled alongside her. Yin moved somewhat quick, but it helped that she was very light and spry. She ran out of the temple and looked around for a place to hide. Lots of ruins that wouldn't provide much cover, but there was a well in the distance. Yin could potentially hide down there, assuming there wasn't anything lurking within.

But as the young woman was running towards the well, the others would see something in the sky. The shadow it cast looked like a woman... But the physical body was that of a monster. The creature was about 200 feet away, and flying towards Yin. She dove behind a wall and held her breath, hoping the beast hadn't spotted her. However from the way it was flying closer, it may be too late for Yin... But not for the spirits.

Though they couldn't stray far from her, they were unimpeded by the physical barriers around her. They were able to phase out of the wall and floor, and the weapons on their back had weight and heft to them. Even if Yin could not fight, perhaps these spirits could. Or at least do something to help Yin escape this flying beast, as her heartbeat and heavy breathing was revealing her position to any creature with keen senses.


[System]
Epic Identity: Stark crusader

Age: 23

Gender: Male

Faction: Epic Hero (Borderline Neutral)

Ability:
Super strength and durability: this varies based on his weakness, able to lift up to 80,000 pounds over his head and having skin incapable of being pierced by standard ammunition of a low caliber at his finest.

Weakness: Clothes, the more he wears and less exposed his skin is, the weaker he gets to the point of not being able to support his own weight.

Personality: James is a fairly laid back person, he enjoys crude, dark humor and puns, especially the last one much to the chagrin of the opponents he faces. Due to the unique conditions under which he usually fights, James has become rather flippant with his position as a peacekeeper, often times slacking off in his duties to better avoid tense scenarios as his ability doesn't really allow him much anonymity. However James isn't one to back down from a challenge or stand idly by whilst innocents suffer, he may play bystander to a purse snatcher, but a rampaging murderer will bring him straight to the fore front.

Appearance: James will often wear a black tank-top with dark jeans and a pair of thongs on his feet, a combination of clothes that still allows him to perform at a level just above that of an average person his size. He has mid length dirty blonde hair that is kept swept to the left of his face to reveal his dark blue eyes, he possesses a rather sharp, aquiline nose, and a square jaw that seems to contrast harshly with the rest of his look. Standing around 6'1, James is quite well muscled, having hit the gym extensively to obtain an image he could live with showing off to the public. When performing duties as an Epic, he'll often strip down to his boxers or go completely nude if the stakes are high.

Background: James grew up in rural Australia, with a single mother, living life on a farm that was one of many supplying the local town that was lorded over by a strong group of epics. The setup was similar to many on the continent, small warlord factions protecting a handful of normal citizens, land and the various resources and utilities they provided from the horrors that lay just outside the border. Sometimes they would feud with one another to make a grab of each others resources, in an attempt to gain more wealth and influence over a given area. As a citizen of an outlying farm station, James saw much of these conflicts in his young life, often clinging to his mothers skirt as these fierce warriors fought.

The greatest resource to these warlords was young epics, future tools and soldiers that could be used to further their ambitions. If a newly awakened epic possessed a power of a truly frightening magnitude, something that could possibly overthrow a ruling faction, they were often dispatched of with haste. So when winter came around and James fell sick with a flu, his mother did what she usually would, making sure the lad was rugged up and warm, ensuring he kept up his fluids and his strength with warm, hearty meals. It was at this time however, that James begun the process of his awakening, unknown to both himself and his doting mother. So as the day wore on, James condition seemingly worsened, the young boy became frail looking, his breath rattled and he groaned weakly beneath the covers of the blanket. He complained often of their weight as he struggled and tossed about meekly, until finally his mother pulled them aside, witnessing a remarkable recovery of the boys strength and spirit.

It didn't take long after for young James and his mother to figure out his strengths and the limitations clothes brought about. James learned to brace the cold in return for his new found gifts, often spending his time collecting firewood with ease, gathering warmth through physical exertion as opposed to a jumper and while the boy played out his winter days, testing the limits of his strength, his mother spent her time figuring out a way to keep her lad from the grasp of the warlords. As spring came around and the people grew more active once more, the epics returned to regular ventures out toward their borders, Jame's mother grew more worried, unsure of how long they could keep up a charade of any sorts. Through an unknown contact to James, his mother had found and epic that dealt in people smuggling, trading in what supplies she had to get her and the young boy to safety. Although reluctant to leave, James understood the risk his mum had taken and went without a word to his new home in Manhattan.

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Teagan was by the Chief's side in a flash, stripping her tailcoat and tossing it in a vacant chair. "Chief, put me to work!" The man fixed her with a steely stare. Teagan didn't budge.

 "We'll be setting a perimeter." He finally relented. "We need to help move the civilians out of the fighting zone." They moved swiftly through the huge hall. Other rescue workers and leo's were doing the same. "Got a car?" The Chief asked.

 "Took a cab." Teagan shook, her head.

 "You'll ride with me." He jogged towards his personal vehicle and Teagan followed wordlessly.

 When they arrived at the scene Teagan was expecting to witness total chaos. And there were swats of people running full throttle in the opposite direction of the swarm rats' incursion. But there was already a rudimentary perimeter set up by the first Epics on the scene. The Chief floored the brakes and the two of them flew out of the car. The trunk popped open. "Take whatever you need from the trunk. You'll be helping the stragglers reach this line!" The Chief said.

 A dozen or so other cars were just pulling in. Men and women started flowing out of cars, trucks, cruisers. Police cars also started arriving on the scene. The Chief started barking his orders. Heavily armored police officers with shields started forming lines, while more light armored squads entered the outskirts of the fighting zone to help any civilians who hadn't managed to escape in time.

 The Chief's trunk was armed with a shotgun, a backup sidearm, a police baton and a taser, which Teagan took. His Kevlar vest wouldn't fit her, so Teagan left it behind. She found a flare gun, which she also pocketed. A female officer approached her and handed her a female Kevlar vest.

 "Chief's orders." She stated simply. "Put it on, we gotta move!"

 Teagan nodded, quickly strapping the vest.

 "Let's move out!" Someone shouted. "There's still civilians out there and they need help. Pair up and start sweeping. Don't take any unnecessary risks. Don't engage the rats if they're too many. Call for help."

 "Come on." The woman who'd handed her the vest said. "You're with me."

 Teagan nodded and an errant thought passed through her mind before she sprinted after her partner. Be safe, Traveler!

[Assistant]
Fixer was just staring down at the food table when the telepathic message was sent to all of them. His eyebrows raised as there was a moment of silence among all of them. He expected everything to just explode into action. And then it did. The heroes that could afford to run or fly to said location were the first to go. He placed his hands in his pockets as he watched the building went back to its original state. Wow, he really admired that power High Island had. That was quicker than what he was capable of doing right now. He really needed to work on his own power. Maybe someday he'll get to that level. Perhaps it was wishful thinking, but if he can do that, then that would just be amazing.

As everyone was exiting the building, Fixer simply looked at the table. This was his chance, while no one was watching. He could finally eat a lot of these before he went out. Besides, the heroes were already littered all over that. They had it covered didn't they? Yeah, they didn't need his help per se. He practically ripped away his mask and then started to gulp down the brownies and the other non-shellfish food they had there. Then he heard it, the accursed call of his teammates. They were sober? Damn it. There goes all of eating this. He quickly placed his mask on his face again and jogged over to the entrance where his teammates were waiting. "Come on man, hurry up!"

Fixer rolled his eyes and then hopped on to the back of the First Responder pickup truck. While in there, they quickly changed into their uniforms. They were nowhere near as fast as the other heroes but they arrived soon enough to see the heroes fending off these... "rats". He didn't think he should even refer to them as rats. At least those were lovable at some point, bu these looked like they were ready to tear them limb from limb. Actually, that should be what they were aiming for. "The Chief and the others are already setting up the perimeter! Let's get in there and get those civilians out!" Fixer was snapped out of his thoughts when their leader gave out their orders. He grabbed a handgun and some ammo, just in case. At times like these, he wishes for a more offensive or a lesser taxing power so he could use it as an attack. Ah but whatever. They hopped off the truck and then ducked towards the buildings.

There wasn't much destruction, yet, so he had to deal with evacuating the civilians who didn't make it out quick enough. He found a young child in one of the alleys. She had her knees folded up to her chest and she was shaking - probably crying. Oh great. "Come on kid, let's get you out of here and to your mommy. Sounds like a good idea yeah?" He said, crouching down to the height of the child. The young girl looked up, tears streaming down her eyes. She nodded and then took his hand before shrinking. He looked back and saw a rat attempting to corner them. He looked at the child and then gestured for her to cover her ears. He began shooting at the rat, effectively killing it with a few shots. He then swept up the child and carried her on his back. She felt him shaking violently, probably because of that little display. "Hold on kid."

He rushed back to the pickup and then placed her on the back. The truck was full and he knocked on the pickup. It then moved back to the perimeter set up by the police. Fixer jogged into a building to check if there were other civilians there. This might be a bad idea but they needed to sweep thoroughly or else there might be a casualty. He peeked out of the window to see that the heroes were doing well with pushing back the rats.

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Jumping out of a window was one of the primary ways of getting into action as an Epic these days. The High Island would repair them after you, and if you were able to then it was good fun. Alto fell into that category, and there were a lot of ways he could do it. He could land on his Vice Claw, and no matter what size it was it'd be able to take the fall. He could also hold on to the side of the building and scrape his way down the wall, which would also end up being fixed by the High Island. Right now though, he wasn't doing any of that, he was just taking the stairs.

Reason being that he needed to get his suit-jacket off, and he couldn't do while he was running all that well. As for why he was taking it off, it was because it'd probably look cooler. Jerry had told him to start watching his appearance and while initially he hadn't cared so much, he sort of understood why. There was a certain image Epics gave off, and the public was certainly attached to that image. It was sort of like old-world celebrities which Alto hadn't been alive for, but he'd seen comparisons.

Luckily for Alto, the main part of Vice was the Vice Claw so having relatively plain clothes was alright. But now that he was wearing a suit, he had to look good in it. Him fighting would probably look the best without the suit jacket on and he didn't need to hurry so much. He pledged to help the people all that time ago, but in events like this even he had to consider what would be the most efficient route of action. There had been big events like this before, and he'd seen that it was entirely possible to go without casualties.

But still, a Swarm Rat event was the kind of event that had a higher risk for the Normals in the city. Swarm Rats were fast, resourceful, and sneaky. There was a always a chance one could slip past you, but Alto wouldn't let that happen.

"Fire's good for extermination after all..." He muttered.

He took the necklace off of his left arm and the Vice Claw roared to life.

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Bleeding from dozens of small cuts and scrapes, James stood panting, the sweat on his brow and blood from his foes plastering his hair to his forehead as he enjoyed the brief reprieve he had fought for among the swarm. Their broken bodies twitched in odd spasms, a few were missing limbs, all were dead. James gulped down the cool air, continuing to breathe raggedly as he studied the new wave of foes that approached him, they were more cautious, as opposed to the mad rush of the group before, moving around his sides to flank him, their little stone knives moving about in their hands. Although the blades had had a hard time of it, they were still been capable of scraping into the outer layer of his skin before breaking and James didn't look forward to adding anymore scratches to his already impressive repertoire.

"Come on then you nasty little fuckers!" He dared them, moving his hands to undo his belt, pulling it free as he eyed them with a look of vehemence. The creatures briefly looked about their own ranks, seemingly waiting for who among themselves would lead the attack, chattering all the while. James had undone the button on his pants and let them fall to his feet, kicking them off in the direction of a particularly grotesque looking swarm rat, the thing jumped back from the item of clothing and hissed in James direction. This seemed to rile up the rest of them as the some joined in on the hissing, the chattering became more intense until a few broke into a squeal, charging toward James who now stood in only his boxers.

Their knives were useless now, harmlessly scraping along his skin, making a sound like stone on stone. One attempted to bite down on his neck instead, clambering up his back to clamp down on him from behind, there was only a minor discomfort for James as he reached over his shoulder and wrenched it from its mantle, sending it hurtling into a nearby wall with a sickening crunch. He took no pleasure in this slaughter, his teeth clenched in a grimace as he made his way through their number, inflicting massive hurt if not outright killing them with his fists. It's them or us.


[System]
Age: 19

 Magic: Trinity's Magics -

Energy Make (A Rank) - Caster Magic. Lost Magic. Taught by her father. Trinity molds energy into a state where it can interact with matter. She can manipulate the qualities of this energy-substance to be immaterial or material, and what kind of discharge contact with it will give. She can create a discharge of force, electricity, heat, and light. Pain is something she achieves through heat, electricity, and moderated amounts of force in odd directions. Unless she employs a special technique, she can only vaguely control Energy Make objects she is not within five feet of. She can cheat and create wires, though.

Energy Make can absorb energies, though this may render the energy 'substance' difficult to contain.

Bard's Legerdemain (A Rank) - Caster Magic. Taught by her mother. She can use this magic to play any instrument within 100 feet of her without touching it. It will float as needed, and may even move with her as she moves, but she cannot control an instrument expressly to move it. On its own, this magic must be used to perform. She can do something like play a single note and it counts, though.

She can cheat this a little bit and combine the magic with Energy Make to make an instrument. She creates a blueprint of the instrument and uses Bard's Legerdemain to give it a shape. She doesn't really understand quite how it works, herself. She describes it as imprinting something within the magic of Bard's Legerdemain onto the Energy Make. Trinity can conjure into existence any instrument she knows how to play. She can even create unique, custom instruments, though these creations require more magic power than a generic instrument.

Arrows Magic (B Rank) - Holder Magic, using a magic quiver. Taught by her uncle Weigraf. Trinity can use this magic to conjure arrows to fire as projectiles from a bow. The arrows can take on a wide variety of effects, from exploding into a chunk of ice on contact or becoming a bolt of flame, to bursting into a net, carrying a homing signal, or homing in on that signal.

Fire Arrow ★★+, Ice Arrow ★★+, Lightning Arrow ★+, Wind Arrow ★★★★
Love Arrow ★★★★★ (Energy Make Combo) - Love Arrow is an arrow made from Trinity's magic power (with a little Energy Make), and she can shoot it to give strength to an ally. The power of love bolsters and purifies... or something?
"They say loves heals, right?"
Beacon Arrow ★★★ (Energy Make Combo) - Beacon Arrow turns an arrow into a magic beacon, which can be used for a number of things, such as a homing beacon for Homing Arrow.
Homing Arrow ★★★ (Energy Make Combo) - Homes in on the Beacon Arrow.
Net Arrow ★★★★ - Fires an arrow that turns into a net.
Ringing Arrow ★★★★ - Fires an arrow that makes a noise.
Bright Arrow ★★★★ - Fires an arrow that emits light.

Requip (D Rank) - Trinity was taught this magic for the convenience of it, which was the motivation for the woman who taught it to her, her aunt Vivian. As an act of disgust with the woman's purpose, Trinity doesn't actually use it much, but she does use it for certain important items.
Rainbow Quiver - Necessary for Trinity's Arrows Magic.
Midnight Alloy Crescent Moon Staff - Mysterious. Gnarled. The night sky sparkles in the metal of the crescent moon that adorns the top of this staff. It asks for something...

 Magic Level: A

 History: Trinity was part of a minor noble family in Minstrel. She learned music, of course, and found a preference for the harp. Her father taught her Energy Make. She lived a calm, peaceful life, playing with and learning her magic, until a Guild (that was, at the time, a Light Guild) attacked her home. She was rushed to the basement by servants, hiding her away in a shelter below. They later emerged to find her father missing, her mother tearful but strong.

Her mother had instructions from Lord Stratos, and met their daughter with a staff, made from a gnarled branch, with some crescent resting on the end, made of some mysterious metal. She was to take the staff with her and go to her second uncle's home in Midi, where she would learn archery with her second cousin. There she stayed for two years. After, she moved in with her great aunt Vivian in Stella, who showed her how to Requip items, and some "finer points of being a lady," though such phrasing made Trinity scoff. Neither of her parents had been very intent on teaching her manners, so she never saw the importance.

After almost one year with Vivian, Trinity then took to wandering. Living under someone else's roof was too stifling (particularly Vivian's...), and she wasn't used to these people, as nice as they were.

She went west, across Bosco, and into Fiore.

 Personality: Though a bit of a drifter, she's a carefree, sweet young woman.

 Guild: Phoenix Wing
 Team Members: Karn, Fleo, Ariel

 Three Strengths:
 1. Music
 2. Physical Science Savant
 3. Agile, Dextrous
 Three Weaknesses:
 1. Physically meager
 2. Idealistic
 3. Rude? There's a word I can't think of...

 Greatest Love: Life Music
 Motivation: Step 1, find dad, Step 2, bring Metal home
 Appearance: Trinity wears her white hair short, framing a soft face and heterochromatic eyes. One is gold, the other purple. She dresses in cropped and tailored red robes.

 Have we met before...?

 Additional Details: Likes exploring ruins and old magic stuff.

Theme(s): Main Theme, maybe?

"アアチェリのまほう！" [Archery Magic!]

"エエナギ・マアく" [Energy Make]

[User]
Kassimir: Phoenix Wing Guild Hall

Stuffing his hands in his pockets, Kassimir let out a deep, yet quiet sight. He looked out to the rest of the guild hall and everyone in it. He felt lost in this place and began to wonder if joining a magical guild was a good idea. Pushing back the feeling of being overwhelmed he made his way towards the center of the hall. Mages went on about their business as if he wasn't there. Raising a single finger to about shoulder level he spoke a very awkward. "Uh..." As they continued to go about their lives.

[Assistant]
Fox
NOLAN
When did on the gods' green earth did Karn transform into a woman?! Nolan's face flushed furiously in both fear and embarrassment, mostly because for a split second thought that wasn't his feminine male companion, but an extremely attractive woman. He extended his right hand all the way out and then slapped himself for having such thoughts though he did have to admit, Karn pulled drag off better than how most women he met looked, which is quite a sad fact. "God dammit Karn."He muttered to himself while he followed Karn away from the campsite for their spar. There was something that Nolan wanted to talk about with Karn afterwards. He was going to bring their power to greater heights than they could ever hope to achieve in only two months or even possibly years, at the risk of Nolan's body and soul.

Nolan stood a further distance away from Karn once they had reached their desired location away from the camp. Even though Nolan was terrified of Karn, he was surprisingly calm at the prospect of fighting the transforming mage. "If that's the case then I'll start." The God Slayer extended his hand out and an ethereal blue version of one of his god slaying swords, Hermes, appeared before turning into its physical state. Nolan grabbed the one handed blade by the hilt and threw it towards Karn, but it only pierced the ground in front of the Chimera Slayer. It may had looked like his throw had came up short, but it was all on purpose. Nolan's body faintly glowed blue before vanishing from sight, but just as quickly appeared right by the sword he threw. He grabbed Hermes and with enhanced swiftness granted by the sword, swung a upward diagonal slash towards Karn.

[User]
Fox@Caits

Zephyr
River Town

Zephyr looked at Prince with a confused expression at the mention of Zephyr losing his towel if he kept jumping and would walk back naked. "Meh I have no shame. Besides I could use Echo and just wear the suit until I get back. I am never without clothing, If I really wanted to, I could remain clothed in armor for the rest of my life." Zephyr stated that he was never without clothing. He then heard Princes team name which made Zephyr chuckle as he covered his mouth. Names was not the strong suits of Prince or Zephyr in many cases. Prince then asked Mikey to be the tie breaker but he ended up adding his own name into the mix.

Zephyr scratched his head a tad confused on this name. It seemed more orientated to Prince and Mikey, but then Zephyr snapped his fingers. "Actually that could work, I just have to find some way to do spirit take over and bam! That and this is probably the most serious name we will get. So I put my vote on Spirit Claw!" Zephyr said giving Mikey a thumb up of approval.

[Assistant]
Karn
Fiore || Some Island somewhere

Karn watched Nolan, expression remaining cheerful as he watched the godslayer seem to cause some ethereal magic that created a sword. In which he made a 'awed' expression. Seeming quite like he was not taking the fight quite seriously. Course, he didn't want to get so mad that he ended up eating Nolan's arm or something. He doubted that will happen though. Perhaps acting this way was just a good way at distracting himself from what happened earlier. Worrying how one looked while dressing up like this was indeed sort of distracting. As Nolan threw the sword, Karn's emerald eyes simply blinked as it landed in front of him but he didn't move and watched as Nolan simply disappeared. When Nolan appeared in front of him and went to strike a upward strike, Karn transformed but seemed to completely disappear. In reality, he transformed into a worm and dug under the ground. Soon appearing behind Nolan and returned to his human form before smiling brightly.

"Secret Technique: Huggle Attack!"" Karn giggled as he promptly glomped Nolan from behind, arms wrapped around the torso and curving upward so his slender hands firmly gripped the godslayer's chest while nuzzling his back and pressing Karn's body against the Godslayer's back as much as possible.

After a good moment of that, Karn suddenly transformed into a giant purple snake, baring his fangs from above Nolan and lunged from above to snap paralyzing venom covered fangs at the Godslayer.

Prince
Fiore || River Town
@Caits

Ears twitching at the two, Prince chuckled at Michael's suggested name and Zephyr soon coming to a agreement to it. "Spirit Claw it is then. Now we get to tell the Guild our sweet romance blossomed in the bath." he purred in amusement before stretching and stood up, shaking a little like a cat would to rid some extra droplets of water. His tail swishing from side to side in a attempt to dry itself.

"Alright, I'm heading back upstairs. Before I lovingly faint in your arms." Prince grinned before stepping out of the springs and started heading back to the room, humming a cheerful tune.

[User]
Sin, again, was feeling like he had drunken over ten beers to pass out and hit his head on the counter before falling to the ground... That seems like an accurate representation of his grogginess and pain at the moment. However, he would not back down against these people, if they wanted a fight than he would bring them one, just when it is not around a four versus one and most of them had the abilities to kill him on the spot. He groaned once again, before something being shoved into his hands by the Guild Master and he didn't hear the rest as he has a knack of blocking people out of hearing. He simply just flopped onto his back and downed the entire potion in one gulp, he didn't exactly care what it did, but if it did something that would better the situation than it would be fine.

Sin started to feel better, the numbing of the pain was feeling quite swell and then the lawful justice girl actually managed to help him for once rather than barrage him with moral decisions and slapping him in the face. He turned his head over to the coach, where the Guild Master was doing something to his sister, but he couldn't tell exactly what he was doing. However, Sin had one comment to everyone around him, trying to be snarky even when knocked down onto the ground. It was hard to talk with the ice around his face and swollen jaw, but he managed to get something out. "Thank you guys, for helping one and beating up another. Must be keeping balance." He chuckled at his own joke before wincing in pain from the mouth movements.

Once Virtue drank the potion, she stopped to squirm around on the coach and started to sleep soundly once again. The resulting punches that Sin took seemed to drain all the Wrath from his body as he could barley think or move his body around. The pink sparks disappeared just like the red sparks from Sin. Now, with all the commotion and yelling. The small girl finally slipped into consciousnesses, her eyes started to slowly open, adjusting to the brightness of the room and found that, again, she was in some sort of strange place and not her bedroom. Virtue sighed at the predicament she was in and looked at some strange man and lightly poked his arm. "Why are you guys beating up my brother?" Virtue said in a strangely calm voice.

[Assistant]
Magnolia Streets
Trinity looked over her shoulder when she felt the hand on her shoulder. "Ariel." She smiles softly and steps aside, letting the girl take over before she turns to the woman with the sword. She notches her arrow, but neither draws her string nor raises her bow. She watches the woman draw her sword across her hand, showing the blade to be dull. "That doesn't mean you aren't dangerous. And hey, I had a plan." Her little fire arrow was doing just what she needed it to. She was going to make a little hole and then use that to crack the whole thing of ice open. Provided it cracked the way she wanted it to.

The butterflies around them suddenly lit aflame, the same as the woman's sword, and the woman used them to melt the ice around Fleo. Well, at least she was out, now. "Yeah, Fleo. You missed. And then you kept going." She catches the change in Annalise's expression, but makes no mention of it. Fleo invites their new associate back to the guild with them, and Angelo seems a little less than excited.

"Angelo, really. Is that how you plan to entertain our guest? We should welcome her with food and drink, first. Isn't that right, Fleo?" The minstrel smiles at the dust mage, walking past her to approach Annalise. She deposits her arrow in her quiver, using the container to return both of her arrows to magic power. "No trouble at all, my dear. We just got finished with a sparring match, so why don't you join us for our brief respite? Come, let us return to the guild." Before they begin to walk, the young lady begins to play her harp.