[System]
Game Origin: Street Fighter IV
Appearance:

[User]
Queen Sectonia

Level 5 Sectonia (holding 1 level up) - (28/50) +1

Divine Beast
Word Count: Less than 750

Much like Premise, Sectonia knew nothing of this 'din' who was apparently a dancer that Tora knew. Although she vaguely recalls someone in Lumbridge being called 'din' but she didn't pay too much attention to that place as it were if it wasn't right in front of her after they denied worshipping her. She gave no indication that she even wanted to touch the thunderblight spirit, so Tora was free to do what he will with it. What fascinated Sectonia more than anything was how he was able to turn such an ugly thing into something that was.. while not beautiful, was a vast improvement while upgrading his mecha girl Poppi. "Hm..." Sectonia said to herself, making note of this mechanical skill. It could be very useful later. She knew Tora was a bit of a mechanic already, but this was the first time she saw him making something ugly into something not ugly, which really impressed her. Although all Tora could see onher face was a bit of mild intrigue. Which was already quite a different expression on her face than normal, so it was probably somewhat noticable.

She was snapped out of this by Premise taking her advice the wrong way about the Maximum Tomato. Sectonia quickly corrected the girl. "I mean don't eat them casually. They are great for healing but they will ruin your figure if you take too many. There are a few in my army that did just that." She said, not elaborating much further than that as she went off with Premise to look for some healing hearts.

After exploring the beast for a bit, Premise managed to find what Midna was talking about, although she got a few other items before getting a healing heart. Sectonia assisted her in looking through the area, able to get to places Premise couldn't. Although much like the dancer, she couldn't find much of use, finding a couple healing hearts but mostly finding odd gears, sprockets, and other metal bits she assumed were there to repair this beast if it ever got damaged as they shared a similar design to the innards of this thing. Still she took them with her and left with Premise, healed up a bit.

Soon the group came to the Lakeside pyramid, where below there was a huge battle going on with various gunfire and the like coming from below. Midna gave the group a couple ideas of how they could progress, and much like Premise, Sectonia suggested that they keep moving with the divine beast here. After all, she pointed out, if the things below attacked it, they could just shoot lightning at them. Although she did suggest that they didn't wade through the exact middle of the conflict below but picked a side instead.

With her suggestion being thrown out there, she flew next to Tora and dropped the Ancient machinery she had found. "Lets see what you can do with this later." She said. While she doubted she could use anything Tora could make form this, her curiosity got the better of her either way.

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Blazermate

Level 8 Blazermate - (22/80) +2

Dead Zone
Words: 844

Bowser was just as relieved as Blazermate that their little trick stuff worked when it did. Although he commented on how he felt something 'leave' him when he did the friend heart thing. Blazermate, having done it a couple times, said. "Yeah, not sure what that is myself. But its not that much, as long as we save it for the big guys. Not like we'll be friend hearting these zombies." blazermate said, her zombie call bringing in a zombie that just stood there as it was cut down by Dante. "But yeah, I'm not entirely sure myself what its 'draining' from us, but whatever it is, we build it up pretty quickly as we adventure, so it can't be that important right? Its not like its taking away my medaforce or anything."

Soon after as they continued down their path, Bowser commented on Blazermate calling him cute, almost being offended while also showing he could retract the tentacles that made him 'not cute' in her eyes. "Aw, theres nothing wrong with being cute! But I guess in your circumstance it would be 'handsome' But cute sounds better. Can you imagine a lady being handsome? That just doesn't sound right!" Blazermate said, laughing a bit as a few more zombies were cut down as she rode the koopa king. He was right though about keeping the tentacles out, this place wasn't very welcoming at all.

Soon the group came up to some weird library building, needing to pass through it to find the core of the next root. However, this place wasn't all that it seemed. While things came to life to nip at Bowser, spooking him. While that was happening, Blazermate's scan was going haywire as pretty much everything in this building seemed to be alive and be an enemy. "WHY IS EVERYTHING ALIVE?" She said, having a bit of an information overload. Bowser meanwhile was being attacked by one of the mimics, its tentacles clashing with his. "Oh come on! Why did it have to be tentacles. Bowser, I've seen where this can lead... Be careful!" Blazermate said as Bowser was being attacked by one of the mimics, both clashing with their tentacles. Blazermate kept away as best as she could from the things all around them, raising her shield and keeping her beam on Bowser but sadly not having much space to evade due to all of the stuff around. Thankfully these things were annoying Bowser to no end, and he started to torch the place, wiping out a good number of these creepy things down in his fiery rampage. "uuugh. Why tentacles. Why'd they have to have TENTACLES." Blazermate said, as she relied on Bowser and the rest taking care of things, the building slowly burning down and the mimics hating fire. After awhile, they found an entrance that went down deeper towards the root.

Thankful they were away from the tentacles above, descending the stairs down to the part of this root the strange sounds of the mimics and their tentacles burning emanating above they followed the pale 'veins' of blue energy until they came into a large room lined with skulls, bones, and all sorts of nasty stuff. But even with all of that, these blue 'veins' joining at a base, the group ran into... nothing? Well there was one person there, a creepy looking girl in a maid outfit with skeletal bits sticking out in various places. The area itself just looked like undeath itself, and Blazermate could see a weird heart shaped weak point within this girl as if she wasn't even attempting to hide her weak point from the group.

Bowser seemed to have massive reservations about fighting this girl if he had to, not wanting to fight a kid. Funnily enough, Blazermate wasn't much taller than this girl, so her reservations weren't as much as Bowser as she just thought this 'kid' looked like an undead medabot if anything. A really powerful one, but still, they clearly weren't human after all. Still, Bowser's reservations lead to some very intelligent insights from the big guy. "Yeah what Bowser said. Are you going to destroy the root too?" She then listened to Bowser explain his plan, blazermate nodding, joining in on the whispering. "Yeah, that makes sense. Although time will tell if she'll even be friendly. She hasn't attacked us yet, buut... I got a feeling that might change soon." she said, pointing out to Bowser and the rest of the group the skull heart thing discreetly. "Well, the weak point isn't too hidden if we have to fight. And I have a good amount of charge from all the healing on the way here." She kept her healing beam on Bowser and was ready for something to happen, but keeping a neutral stance as she rode the king.

 "What do you want to do after you clean the root? Want to help us with the big thing this root is protecting afterwords?" Blazermate wasn't too concerned with this whole 'skull heart' thing. If they came to blows that could be something they worked out afterwords, but it was more important to deal with the dead zone as a whole. Although she knew a certain bee queen who would probably love to have a free 'wish' granted. Although Blazermate highly doubted this object could even grant a wish properly.

[Assistant]
Geralt of Rivia
Edge of the Blue- Limsa Lominscuttle Town
Lvl 5 (73/50) -> Lvl 6 (24/60)
Word Count: Not Enough words
New power! Aard- Aard produces a roughly cone-shaped blast of concentrated telekinetic energy, capable of forcing even hearty wyverns to stumble. It's also been known to knock barriers aside, blow open locked doors (Or sometimes knock them right off the hinges!), and knock grown men clean off their feet.

Creatively applied, Aard can also produce a smaller and somewhat less powerful circular blast of force around Geralt, typically only strong enough to force men to stumble or risk losing their footing, rather than knocking them down outright.

Geralt nodded to Peach as she gave her advice on where to find somebody he could get answers out of. If the boss was gone, asking the grunts would have to do. Her suggestion of the infirmary was a good one, meant that whoever he got was likely to have at least fought a few of their mysterious enemies, even if they didn't give as good as they got. As of now, anything he could use would be worth the time it took.

Looking around, Geralt grimaced. Some of these...shipgirls...had it rough. Blood-soaked bandages covered a few wounds, though he imagined those were either already mostly healed, or lower priority. Assuming magic was more common with all these worlds mixed up, he'd be shocked if there wasn't at least one or two healers handling this. Homing in on a shipgirl who wasn't horrifically injured, Geralt nodded in greeting.

"Hey there. Name's Geralt. I'm looking for some information about the Abyssal Fleet. How they fight, how they die, what kinds of spirits they leave behind, that sort of thing. Can you help me?" Blunt and to the point. Typical Geralt.


[System]
Sex: Female
Age: 29
Appearance:

Basic Appearance: As the picture suggests, she is one of the few in the Lunar Coven to fully devote herself to the more animalistic side of their magic, having developed a purplish fur and skin across her body, a tail, and oversized wolf ears. However, unlike most within her specialized group, she has studied the other magics in conjunction, producing an artifact that may cast the illusion of her former appearance.

This appearance is that of an averaged-sized, if beautiful, woman in her late 20's. Though her clothes may change to suit the occasion, she is most commonly in street clothes; tee-shirts and jeans. However, she does consistently wear a small gold necklace with a wolf charm, in both forms, into which the illusion magic is imbedded. Her eyes are silver, and her hair does come out purple now, though it used to be brown. The most common excuse she uses is that she dyes it.
Zoey uses a her clawed feet and and pouch of throwing stars as her primary weapons.

Abilities
Passive:
 Wulvmorph: She is able to smell and hear better than normal humans, and has the ability to see clearly at night. She is also more agile and resistant to injury
 Lunar communication: She is able to understand and communicate simple messages with and through creatures of the night. These include things such as bats, wolves, and similarly disposed creatures.
 Alchemical experience: She has a proficient knowledge in night time flora and their uses, typically applied to wounds and antitoxins.
 Illusory-form: She can pass off easily as a normal human with good senses because of her pendant, which is easily charged.
Active:
 Shapeshift: She is able to shapeshift at will into a wolf, which dramatically increases her ground speed and agility. She is still able to cast magic out of this wolf form, meaning that if she were ever trapped as a wolf she would still be able to communicate and uphold her duties.
 Illusion magic: She is able to cast a quick spell for minimal affect: Speech out of wolf form, a brief vision, a flash of light, etc. with no preparation. Otherwise, depending on the complexity of the spell, and the distance of the illusory site from her casting zone, there can be a substantial set-up time for the spell.
 Teleport: She is able to teleport up to a distance of about 20 yards without preparation. Other distance may require anywhere from a 40 minutes to an entire week to prepare for.
Noctalance: A lance of silver life that causes a freezing puncture wound, called from above. It is most effective at night with a full moon, but can be used to affect even in the day. (Though at such times they are little more than needles the size of a toothpick.)
Shadow dance: A highly complex maneuver of shadow magic, it uses two steps. Manipulation of shadows and darkness, and a unique, highly specialized teleport that requires those shadows. The effect is a blindingly fast teleport that can be used to apply rapid strikes to a target, typically one per teleport. It looks like passing through liquid shadows to pop out of another liquid shadow.
Moon's Bounty: A small-scale healing and stabilization magic, it involves drawing a crescent rune on the target and charging it with magic, which will ensure the target won't die of something physical and slowly heal them over time, for as long as the rune persists. The mark is low-energy, but also generally doesn't heal much more than a scraped knee in it's duration unless it is charged beyond. The direct-spell version of this would feel like getting dunked in ice water, and coming out with fresh, but the feeling is described as, "Undesirable, to be used only if the person would otherwise die. Because they would otherwise wish that they had."

Backstory
Zoey is from a town called Billings, a relatively large town in Montana. Her story of joining the Lunar Coven is actually one of the less eventful ones: she was approached one night while she was in college and accepted. A talent, she quickly acquired her skills within the Coven and acquired the title of Acolyte. As an acolyte, she established herself as one of the best, able to easily practice in the large, open ground of her home state, and train in the rougher, mountainous regions also found in the unremarkable stretch. Eventually, she reached a status of elitism. Having chosen to pursue transformation magic, this culminated in a visit from "the Aspect of the Wolf," a spirit entity of the highest rank within their order, though also not human. She received it's blessing, becoming infused with it's power to become the creature she is today. She still faithfully serves the Coven, believing in their work to make the night a little less bumpy for the more ignorant humans of her region.

Personality
Cheerful, though both independent and private, she is used to going long times with only brief social contact. While she isn't overly rude, she does speak her mind and may occasionally misspeak, missing a social clue or such. That said, she is concerned with helping people, and will act in the way she believes will help humans. She believes herself to be a good person, and still human. While she is used to such comments now, it still will sting her pride if she is referred to anything else.

She does not get angry often, but if she is made to become angry, she tends to act quickly and explosively. Such outbursts do not usually involve violence, but it is still not recommended.

The Lunar Coven:
docs.google.com/document/d/1KxiyMJLvF1..

[User] Zoey hit the deck as the sound bombs assailed her senses, her throwing stars flying over her head in some nondescript direction. Suddenly her help was becoming a detriment. Her form melted into a wolf on the ground, for realzies this time, and tackled the clairvoyant. Assuming this was successful, she'd push a paw to his forehead and start sending him nightmare visions. Lots of nightmare visions.

[Assistant]
As expected, Raiya's sword strike was blocked by Logan's bat. Any normal wooden bat would have been cut in two by Raiya's empowered slash, but Raiya assumed the runes on the bat prevented such damage. After the attack was blocked Nemo came in as Raiya suggested, and placed a powerful well placed blow on the birthday boy's torso. Shortly thereafter he jumped away wounded, and threw his bat back at them. The bat was empowered by an immense level of magical energy and had Nemo not jumped them away, they would probably both be dead right now.

Raiya looked up at Nemo who was previously on top of her but was now standing up composing himself.

"Yeah, I'm fine. A bit sore, but I'm all good. Thanks for the save." She said as she got up and adjusted her right shoulder which was a bit sore from the tackle. "Should we track Babe Ruth down and kill him? Or do you think he's not going to be a problem anymore?" Raiya asked.

[User]
Nemo dusted himself off, thinking for a moment. "I'm sure he'll find a way to be a nuisance if we give him the chance. Besides, I like to finish the things I started." Nemo replied, and began walking back towards Logan.

Logan was sitting down with his back leaning up against one of the containers. He lit himself a cigarette to pass the time, the paralysis made it hard for him to keep mobile and help out Boslan. Despite his wounds a grin was apparent on his face after his supposed victory. A grin that didn't last long once Nemo and Raiya walked out from behind another shipping container and came into his view. "You gotta be fuckin kiddin' me." He muttered.

As Nemo continued to approach Logan began to panic, doing everything he could to bring himself to his feet despite the trouble he was having moving now. "W-wait WAIT A MINUTE HERE!" Logan yelled out with his arm outstretched once Nemo was only within a couple feet from him. "You can't kill me! Not if you want to make it on Seidon's ship." Logan added, his cigarette falling from his mouth.

Nemo paused, his head cocking to the side. "Hm?" He simply sounded out.

"Yeah, I know what you're after... Those are the containers Seidon was gonna pick up. I know what's in them, it's not worth the effort you're puttin' into it to just steal em. You must want on Seidon's little boat party, huh?" Logan explained between heavy breaths. "Well that's gonna be a problem if you kill me. Because that ship, and those crates, aren't going to timbuktu without my all clear. You got that?" Logan argued.

Logan seemed to settle down a bit when neither Nemo or Raiya made any moves. "Look, I think we've been goin' about this all the wrong way. I don't care about that ragged old man. He never did nothin' for me. If you want on that ship you shoulda just asked... How 'bout this, I'll get you lot on Seidon's ship scot-free, and in exchange you leave your little friend here with me. I'll be sure to take real good care of her. You can even have her ba-"

Logan was suddenly cut off after the sound of metal clacking together. His slight grin disappeared when he tried to speak again and all that came out was guttural gurgles. He spotted Nemo holding a freshly blood stained kris butterfly knife, and the realization of what happened sank in. Nemo had rapidly jabbed him with it in the throat. Logan felt a copious amount of warm blood begin to flow down his neck and stain his blue jumpsuit a dark bruised purple color.

Logan grabbed onto his neck to try to halt the rapid bleeding. Fear and pain set in as it was getting harder to breath, most of his breaths only resulting in him inhaling his own blood. Nemo suddenly stabbed him twice more in the side of the neck savagely, nearly knocking him over with the force of the blade being driven into his neck. Logan abruptly pulled back to avoid any more damage being done to him, but he stumbled, falling back and banging into the shipping container. Unable to keep himself up, Logan slid against the steel side of the container and fell to the floor, splattering blood from his neck on the ground in the process.

With three wounds on his neck now, any hope of stopping the bleeding with his hands was gone. He instead laid there, squirming and hacking as he tried to draw breaths unsuccessfully. Logan's motions began to die down before suddenly, he stopped moving altogether, succumbing to his wounds forever. The only thing that could be seen still in motion was the gushes of blood still flowing from his neck and pooling onto the ground.

Now that the dirty deed was done, Nemo pulled out a white handkerchief from his jacket and calmly wiped his blood covered blade and hand clean, disposing the sullied cloth by tossing on top of Logan's lifeless body afterwards. Nemo flipped the knife closed and placed it back in his pocket. He stepped over to the body and reached down, fetching his manadial from his wrist and then leaned back up and turned around to face Raiya with a blank monotone face.

[Assistant]
Raiya watched the panicked Logan attempt to talk his way out of trouble. And, to her, it seemed as though he made a valid point. However, before he could finish his proposal, the poor birthday boy caught 5 inches of steel to his throat a few times over.

Raiya cocked an eye halfheartedly. "I'm not one to debate strategic decisions. However, it would seem as though we might have actually needed that idiot alive." Raiya said in an uncaring tone. "What should we do now?" Raiya asked.

[User]
Nemo adjusted his jacket, a bit unkempt from the vicious assault he just dealt out. His actions definitely displayed the more frightening side of his impulsive behavior. "I would have sooner thrown the paragon into the sea myself than let that man lay a finger on you. But that was never the case anyways, we didn't need him." Nemo replied. "I swear, people put too much value on their brief chit-chats over manadial. It's certainly not the first time I've encountered that proposal, sure wont be last. But for such a good actor like me, it'll never be of any value." Nemo explained with a grin, putting his hand on his throat and adjusting his voice to mimic Logan.

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Boslan hit the ground from the tackle, but was able to use his mental capabilities to quickly power through the onslaught of visions. He then attempted to push both his hands into Zoey and discharge a heavy concussive shock-wave into her to get her off him.

[Assistant] Well, that would work. Not that he would know that at first. Zoey left a visual clone of her wolf form on his chest while she landed a bit away. She changed back into her human-like form as her illusion changed into bright light, stuck to Boslan's face. Using that distraction, she'd elbow drop him and try to knock him out.


[System]
EDITED: Ok, now I'm home, I can post the full Character.
Gender: Male

Age: 16

Appearance:

Personality: Lucas is a little quiet around new people at first, usually keeping to himself. However, if he does befriend someone, he will risk his life to protect them.

Quirk/power: My Body is a Weapon! (Almost called it My Body is Ready! lol)
Lucas's quirk allows him to transform any part of his body into any kind of weapon he wishes, though he usually prefers to change his arms into blades or laser cannons. He can also put his arms or legs together to form a bigger version of the weapons, as well as adding his legs in if he's in the air, for a giant cannon. However, doing so shreds any clothing covering his arms or legs, as his clothes do not transform with him. The only exception to this, is his Hero outfit, seen in the appearance pic, as it's specially designed to transform with his body. He can utilize the blast from the cannons to launch himself in any direction he wishes.

Flaw: Firing the cannons, or any other ammo-consuming weapon takes up his own energy, depending on how big the cannon is. The bigger the cannon, the greater the firepower, but also greater energy consumption. Single arm/leg cannon/mouth cannon = 10 shots. Small shoulder cannons = 20 shots. Combining both arms into a single cannon/chest cannon = 5 shots. Combining both arms and both legs into a giant cannon = 1 shot. When he uses up all his energy, he will pass out from exhaustion. If he tries push on through the exhaustion and fire more times, he could kill himself. However, over time, with enough training, he can improve the energy consumption of his cannons, or his overall energy pool through stamina training. However, there is no downside to using his blades, or other melee weapons, other than his arms getting sore from prolonged use.

Reason why they want to be a hero/bio: Ever since he was a child, Lucas had always wanted to be a hero and save people, wondering what his quirk would be. Until one day during class, he sneezed. However, it wasn't any ordinary sneeze. As he sneezed, his mouth and nose turned into a laser cannon and blasted a hole through his desk, and about three floors of the school. Since then, the kids would tease him and call him Laser Face, and he hated it. Until one day, one of the kids was almost crushed by a falling rock, and Lucas blasted it away. From then on, he was called Laser Face not in a teasing, taunting way, but an endearing way. Later on he found out how his quirk actually worked, and the possibilities it held, and began training both his body, and practicing his quirk, so he could get into UA, the best academy for people wanting to become heroes, and even though he rarely turned his mouth into a cannon anymore, sticking to his arms mainly, the name Laser Face stuck with him throughout the rest of his school days, until he left for UA.

Favorite hero: Gunhead

Skills: Along with his quirk, Lucas also took martial arts to be able to fight without his quirk as well as better fight with the blades.

[User] Your suit was made with padding over the shoulders, torsos and knees, allowing his form to be veiwed yet look far more muscular by the subtlely expanded areas. He would look strong, and the orange primary with blue on his sides, backs of his legs and under arms made him look as if he wore hoplite. He was indeed a hercules in the making. The costume clearly did not have a mask, making a secret identity impossible. At the sight of how he reacted, Xavier seemed to lighten up again.

[Assistant] Lucas took out his costume and inspecting it, testing the fabric and approving of how it was done. "Is there a special reason you're giving us our costumes now? Are we to be tested while wearing these?"

[User]
Haley's face dropped and her eyes widened in what could only be described as absolute terror. What. H-he's dead! The word dead lingered in Haley's mind as she watched students head up to the stand and get their costumes. She stood up and headed after Lucas her hands shaking, she was out of it slightly but was still able to recognize that Lucas had gestured to her. She then dug her phone out with her trembling hands and would present Xavier with the pictures. She weakly grabbed her costume and tucked it underneath her arm.

She had nothing to say to Xavier or Lucas and she eventually retracted her phone. Heading back to her seat and taking a look at her costume. She had hardly know the boy so her grief was no where near as bad as it should have been, but a silent tear did creep its way onto her face. She wiped it away and looked down at her costume. She couldn't make out what it would look like for curtain but she was sure it would be alright. She looked over at Meruem who she could tell from just looking at him that he was effected by Baxter's death far more then she was. This made her question herself thinking if she had reacted in a disrespectful way.

What does it matter... She thought sinking in her chair slightly. He's gone... And there is nothing I can do to help him now... But maybe... No... That would be reckless... She forced her thoughts to stop and shook her head, rather violently actually. She the looked up and she began to push the sad thoughts from her mind. She felt that Baxter wouldn't want them to feel sad for him, but she hadn't know him well enough to make that call. This made her face falter slightly but eventually she tensed up and forced a smile.

[Assistant]
Eventually, Karen stands up and moves to the front of the class, and after taking a deep breath she speaks quietly, due to still being shaken.
"Umm... I don't have a c-costume... My quirk makes it impossible to wear anything while it's activated. S-sorry..."
She nervously rubs her arm and avoids making eye contact with her new teacher, instead staring at the ground with her beady brown eyes, full of emotion which she doesn't want anybody to see. She gulps loudly, not wanting to anger Wraith this early in her time at UA.

[User]
Flame

The material one the inside which could be seen on all the joints and areas where the wearer needed maneuverability we're covered in a dark blue wetsuit, open to the wrist and up, and to the foot and to angle. This particular type of clothing was designed to be form fitting and able to change with his form and it remain as it had before. Over this was a light weight plastic armor, similar to that of what the voltron paladins wear. It was mostly hollow but could take some of the damage from a punch for him. It was pure black and white.

Xavier looked at this pictures before signing and writing down an address and putting it in his pocket. "You're best reporting that to the police, but don't go waving it around or else you'll attract attention" he grumbled to her before pulling up her costume. Though she had asked to not have her costume be tight fitting, they took advantage if the fact she hadn't asked to be completely covered. As such her entire abdomen was revealed, and well as much of her legs and arms, her costume being a short skirt that was more like the lower half to a hoplites armor, sectioned leather, and her upper body covered in the rawhide of an animal, turned nearly into full leather over her but far looser and more free, a dark brown. A note was inside simply saying. "Gotta he specific honey" with a big heart next to it. Xavier sighed and closed the case. "Maybe I will just send this one back"

[Assistant]
Zero

 Charles would look confused at some of the others as some seemed embarrassed and others seemed upset, he didn't understand these emotions too well. He would watch those who opened their cases to see what he could tell from it, before deciding to open up his own case to check out his hero outfit since he had time to do so.

[User] Haley shook her head at Xavier. "No it should be alright. I'll get used to it." She put all of her effort into a smile and turned away from Xavier before taking a seat. She had not really noticed or cared for what the suit would look like, she had other things picking at her mind. She then curled up the costume and sat it on her desk never really taking the time to look at it.

[Assistant]
Opening the box you would reveal a rubber-like texture to a tight fitting and elastic suit. It covered his feet and hands as well, and was a black texture with various green strands going in sharp angles throughout it, though the seemed to blend it unless you focused in on them. Two blue strands became one at his chest and spread like a wireframe across his body, a separate red line tracing behind it to make things seem more traced out. On the chest was a large blue item, that your astute judgment sees as a mechanical devise. There where studds on the padded kneecaps and shoulders, a hood and strapped pouches on the hips. On the note, it read.

"This ought to help with increasing the power of your quirk, but only in short bursts, so use it wisely"

[User]
Augustus looks closely at his uniform.

So Haley I must say. The dress is definitely good for you. I think it's very stylish. You should think about combing it with a mask and a crown.

In the thoughts of the fire girl:  Firegirl I think your uniform probably burns or can you control something like that.

[Assistant] Haley was still sort of spaced when Augustus spoke to her and she snapped out of her trance and look at him. "Y-yeah. I'll look like a proper hero in this." She said with a muddy mix of forced enthusiasm and worry.Pull yourself together Haley. You can't get so distracted like this. If this happened while fighting a villain you would die! Haley's hands curled into fists scrunching up parts of her uniform. But am I really just supposed to ignore the tragedy... Haley took a deep breath and tried to clear her head. To Augustus she would probably look a little crazy.

[User] I can also organize something beautiful from Munich for you.

[Assistant]
Karen grits her teeth as soon as she hears the voice in her head, because she is not receptive to intrusions such as that, then she bows to the teacher and returns to her seat. As much as she tries ignoring the voice, she eventually succumbs to it.
I kindly suggest you get out of my head before I find you and kick your ass seven ways to Sunday. And as for your question, no, I can't control my quirk. Now out.
Perhaps to the rest of the class she'd seem insane, but she kinda assumes they know who she's talking to, and that they'd be able to tell she's talking to him due to the amount she's grinding her teeth together. Also, nobody would really know her quirk seeing as though she hasn't shown it yet, all they know about her is her name and the fact she has flaming hair.

[User]
Xavier nodded. "Well as one of you has guess, we will in fact be doing some testing, this is an old fashion test of your abilities but it's one that never fails to show us just how good you can be" Xavier responded, phasing through the podium to get closer to them.
"It's simple. You all will be assigned to groups of two, one group will be villians, the other group heroes. The heroes need to capture a fake damsel in distress while the villians have to run out the clock before they can do so. If the damsel is injured both teams fail" he explained, appearing to talk more with his hands than anything.

"The test is a way to try to show you guys how to work together as a team"

[Assistant] Okay who plays the rogues? I suggest Haley and myself for the first round.

[User]
Zero

 Charles would analyze every bit of his own suit that he could, from the material to the device on it. He would take note from the warning of short bursts causing an auto note pop up to appear for him when he looks at the device. He would look ahead as he heard what the exercise was, as he put his suit back into it's case. He would turn towards Augustus who had spoken aloud, being that kind of person in taking every word literally, he was confused at Augustus simply declaring his team and asking for an opposite team when they was told they would be assigned. He decided to just ignored it and started to look at the others performing simulations in his head on how to interact with the other students, since he was going to need to work in a team with one of them soon.

[Assistant] Yellow is speech and blue telepathy (he is speak normal)

[User] Lucas thought about what the teacher had said. He knew he wanted to be paired with Haley, and thought their quriks might work well, as she could provide cover while he distracted with ranged attacks, or they both could do well with melee. He nodded to himself and got up, walking over to her. "H-hey Haley. I wanted to apologize for how I acted yesterday, and ask if you wanted to team up for the test." he said.

[Assistant]
Haley Grace

Haley looked didn't look over at Augustus or up at Xavier as she scratched her desk. She was feeling conflicted, and she was sure as hell ready to fight someone. Her mood had changed, she was noticeably more agitated then before her eyes slightly red from watering slightly. It was unknown how she would react to her assigned team mate. She then clenched her fists and looked up at Xavier, she really hoped she wouldn't be the damsel. She hated that, and with her current mood it wouldn't be that wise to annoy her.

She looked sharply over at Lucas. "I think the teacher chooses the teams." she said in a rather cold tone, she realised this then sighed "And don't worry about yesterday. It was just a misunderstanding..." with that she looked back at her costume taking a slightly closer look this time. Lucas might have noticed her cheeks turn pink. Oh crap I didn't look at this costume properly did I?... It can't be that bad...


[System]
Stella Herbalem

Character Quote:"Beware the most beautiful flower, as it might be the most deadly."

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Character Summary
Aliases:Flower Girl, Star, Stella-Bella
Age: 12
Birthday: March 20th, 2008
Ethnicity: White
Birth Place: Berkeley, California
Godly Parent: Demeter
Cabin Number: 4
How Many Years At Camp: 0
Gender: Female
Occupation At Camp: N/A
Languages: Ancient Greek, English, some Spanish

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Appearance
Height: Currently 4'8"
Weight: 85 Lbs
Body Type: Skinny but healthy
Eye Color: Green
Hair Color: Red
Skin Tone: Pale with freckles
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: One piercing in each ear lobe.
Personal Style: Stella likes to keep her hair nice and long, and she usually has it loose, but she will braid it sometimes when she's working in the gardens. She tends to wear easy to wear clothing, jeans and zip up sweaters the most, casual clothing. She hasn't really found too much of a personal style yet, as she is a twelve year old girl, but she does like wearing more 'earth tones' or things in green that match her eyes.

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Psychology
Cheerful* Spacey * Friendly * Sheltered * Optimistic *Impulsive

Sexuality: Unknown, she's twelve and not sure yet
Relationship Status: Single
Personality: Stella is overall a very bubbly young lady that honestly has nothing but good and happy thoughts for the world. Part of this is because of her upbringing and her fathers influence on her. This has led to her being a bit sheltered about some things, like some of the issues of the world, as well as issues that might arise from being what she is. However, overall, she is a cheerful and spunky young girl with bright eyes and a happy smile.
Fatal Flaw: Excessive curiosity: She is too curious about the world and sometimes it can get very distracting, as she will wander off, her head being in the clouds (according to her fathers.)
Habits: Chewing on her nails, skipping over cracks, whistling when gardening.
Hobbies: Gardening, cooking, reading, and hopscotch.
Fears:
* Fires
* Homophobes
* Pure black darkness

Likes:
* Strawberries
* Tea
* Puppies
* Books
* Poppies
* Rain

Dislikes:
* Big felines (Lions, Tigers, ect.)
* Snow/ Frost
* Bullies
* Strong Black Coffee
* Horror Movies
* Baseball

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Skills
Demigod Abilities:
* Chlorokinesis: As a child of Demeter, she has the ability to control plants, like accelerated growth and plant sensitivity.
* Karpoi Summoning

General Skills:
* Baking
* Gardening
* Reading
* Some knowledge of poison
* Sewing
* Cooking

Combat Skills:
* Some self defense lessons
* Some knife lessons

Magic Item: * A seed packet full of flower seeds that never empties. (Gift from her mother.)
* Sickle from Demeter. (Helps her control her powers.)

What Do They Carry On Them:
This includes your clothing, jewelry, your wallet, your id, your keys; cash (denote which country), a picture, lighter, cigarettes, weapons you may carry, shoes, purse, bag, pistol and so forth. If it is not listed you are not carrying it. Again, keep it grounded in the real world. Limited to spots provided.
* (Less carried and more being followed by) Arbor, their pet plant wolf.
* Clothing - Sneakers, jeans, t-shirt, zip-up hoodie, stud earrings, necklace with a peace sign on it and a flower watch.
* Purse/Wallet - Backpack~
* Wallet- With a library card for Berkeley Library, $250 US Dollars, A Berkeley Bus Pass, A few gold drachma.
* Celestial Bronze Dagger, gift from her mother.
* Paperback books
* Photo album
* House keys
* Small makeup bag with a collection of normal seeds in it.
* Sewing Kit
* Stuffed Red Panda plush
* Cell phone
* Small otter plush

Possessions In Cabin:
* Extra clothing
* Tablet (Not really used.)
* Practice weapons
* Small planter of her more interesting plants
* Extra soft pillow from home

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History

Biography
Stella always was an unusual child from the time of her birth, as she had two fathers that loved her and one another very much so. They were rather quiet about whom Stella's mother was, always saying she was a surrogate that wanted to remain anonymous, and Stella was alright with that until she was twelve and things changed.

Stella was raised by her fathers, with both a wealth of information and plants around her, as one of her fathers was a professor of biology, and the other was a celebrated flower arranger, as a Japanese-American man. It was still clear that she was a bit odd, as she had attention issues, and she was always happiest when outside in the sun and among the plants, and talking to them happily. Her fathers never saw anything odd with it, and encouraged her more.

Things started to change as she got a bit older and entered middle school, and she started to notice more and more weird things. Like creatures that others didn't see, and that people were following her. Her fathers assured her that she was alright, and nothing was wrong. It was only towards the middle of December that things changed drastically in her life.

How Long Have They Been At Camp Half-Blood:
Stella technically hasn't made it to Camp Half-Blood yet, but they are on their way there. It was half-way through the school year, and she was struggling a bit as usual with her ADHD and dyslexia when she caught the attention of one of her classmates. Around half-way through the year, the classmate introduced himself as a satyr, and told her that there was a camp she needed to go to. After talking with her dads she set off for the camp, on a grand cross country trip.

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Additional Information

Theme Song: Strawberry Fields Forever

Extra Information:
See previous Character for Sample
Favorite God: Hades and Persephone, followed by Freyr
I agree to follow the rules for this RP and understand that if I do not follow the rules, the GM or Co-GM may kick me out of this roleplay.

[User]
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@KazAlkemi@BlueSky44@Trainerblue192@Kirah@kittyluna45@DragonicQueen

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Amtrak Train:

The Harpies stopped for a moment seeing that they were being thinned out by the three demigods, when one of them suddenly yelled. "Flee we have what we need!" The one said as the harpies quickly agreed and started to fly through the windows that they had all broken through, leaving the three of them in a food car that looked like a tornado had rampaged through the entire room. Food was everywhere, torn seat cushions, and condiments were spilled everywhere, though there was one Harpy that was left, looking rather young around Stella's age, it had someone's half eaten hotdog in it's hands and quickly threw it at Niah's face, leaving a mess all over her face "MEANIE!" It yelled as it flew out the same window as it's sisters had flown through.

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Kiera Donovan

Location: New York City
Skills: Hydrokinsis

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"It really is beautiful down here." Kiera said as she took a moment to look around the area, as she accepted her girlfriend's hand and hopped off of her hippocampi. She looked at Leda and smiled slightly, wrapping an arm around her, she was curious how Leda could handle the ocean if she had her powers to survive under the water. "Well if you carried me around we could see how fast you go." Kiera said teasingly to Leda, 'I'll be around whenever you need me.' Said Sera's hippocampi as it gave her a slight little nudge with it's head like a cat would briefly before swimming off somewhere else in the underwater kingdom along with the other two.

Hercules started to head up the stairs looking over his shoulder at the three demigods. "C'mon lets get going!" Hercules said, as Kiera looked at the other two. "Lets get going then." Kiera said as she started to head up the stairs that would lead into the palace itself, which was rather beautiful on the inside as well to. There were a few merpeople on guard looking at the group as Kiera continued to follow Hercules until he reached a door and opened it. Poseidon could be seen standing over what looked to be a war table of some kind with various maps, as he continued to talk with some of his soldiers that were in the room going over some kind of plan but hadn't noticed them all just yet.

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Madalyne Crane

Location: Labyrinth
Skills: N/A

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"I defintely don't want to know where that actually leads to." Madalyne said mostly to herself she was glad that both Andy and Mary had made it across rather safely, as the arrow continued to lead forward towards what looked to be outside. They were on a large cliffside by the looks of it, and a massive forest was below it as well to. Madalyne took a moment to look around and spotted a large building in the distance the arrow was pointing directly towards it, and the walk looked to be rather long as well to. She wasn't really sure how they were outside again, but it still felt like they were inside the labyrinth still.

"Lets keep going." She said as she looked around seeing what looked to be man made stairs that were carved into the stone, and started to walk down past it. "At least we aren't in the dark anymore like that it would really suck having to travel around in the dark like that." Madalyne said to the two of them, luckily there wasn't any monsters in the area yet anyway. It took awhile until she was on the ground again letting out a slight sigh. "Do you guys want a break or continue forward?" She asked the both of them it looked like that it was going to be dark soon.

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Kristin Reynolds

Location: Amtrak Train
Skills: N/A

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The minotaur would let out what sounded like between a roar and a yawn before landing onto the ground with a rather heavy thud that shook the entire train car itself. Kristin got up slowly holding her side, seeing that the Minotaur was now asleep she looked over at Janelle and smiled towards her. "You did a great job there Janelle." Kristin said as she made her way towards it, lightly tapping it with her foot, seeing that it hadn't budged at all was a good thing then. Kristin then quickly made her way towards Cassian seeing that he was hurt, and turned her attention to Zeke.

"I got some nectar on me, but could you reset his broken arm?" Kristin asked Zeke as she turned her attention towards Cassian digging through her pack and handed him her flask of nectar. "Here Cassian drink this." Kristin told him. Nancy was able to kill the Minotaur while it was sleeping, it quickly bursted into monster dust on the ground, which left it's two horns left as trophies. Joanie came flying over and landed on one of the horns and started to sniff it, before she flew back landing gracefully back onto Nancy's shoulder.

[Assistant]
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Seraphina Cedergren

Location: New York CitySkills: Hydrokinsis

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Seraphina looked around the palace as they wandered through. Her eyes went big as soon as they entered the room. There he was. Poseidon. Finally she was meeting her father, the man she never knew about because her mother always made up lies to keep her safe. Her heart was pounding. She wanted to run over, hug him till she was no longer able to. But she stood still. Scared. He wasnt a human father that she could just rush up to with no worries. Poseidon was a Greek god that could destroy anything in his path.

Words left her, she didnt know what to say. Hell she didnt even know what to do at this point besides wait till someone else said something. Did something. All she could do was stare at the god like a deer in headlights. Frightened for the most part but she was excited to finally meet him.


[System]
Age: 8 months since prime activation

Gender: None, goes by the male pronoun

Race: Machina model based on Mura

Appearance: Built to appear friendlier and to avoid damage through physical abuse, Cecil was built to appear as close to a Mura youngster under the assumption people would be less inclined to hurt a child. Standing at 4'8" he has a surprising weight in his arms and legs while the rest of his body is lightweight and durable. His arms and legs can be removed to change his clothing while the strap across his chest can be unbuckled from the front.

Element Affinity: N/A

Magic: Self-technopathy – Cecil can attach machinery onto his body and control it.

Gear: Power gauntlets used by construction and repair Machina upgraded to the highest spec. Comes with a self-service kit. Cecil's boots allow him to run vertically on surfaces and walk upside-down through the release of magnetic currents. He can't run or walk like this on wood and vibrations can cause him to fall.

Brief history: Part of an experimental range of Machina that are designed to be able to blend in with normal people. Designed to limit Helpers from being damaged, Cecil was due to be released and established as a builder who would help with construction; however, Cecil held little interest in being one of these and seemingly escaped. The exact circumstances of his escape are unknown, even to him as the last memory he has was being out in the great wild world. The programming within him probably knew what he was doing here so the surprise to be had was not massively overwhelming.

Cecil felt he had a purpose if he was being sent to this side of the realm and immediately he was off looking for it, searching for what he was programmed to fulfil. Completely unaware of the troubles and even the Church of the land, his outlook was naïve at best. He was a hard working Machina, he knew that much, and to find what he needed to do was his top priority. He knew how to read but couldn't write, if questioned about his looks he felt he knew the answer, telling people they were for construction work. Those travelling would rarely question him and would either be curious about the maker of his Machina to which would only confuse him.

Cecil didn't know much about this world but learning it from travellers proved fruitful. He learned that people used machinery quite commonly and people didn't appear to know he was just the same as that machinery. Learning from these people was proving to be educational, but he still had some questions that needed answering. Any other Machina he came across and tried to talk to didn't have any sort of leverage for conversation, as if they didn't have a mind like him and was simply 'following the program'. Whether he was following his program or his own curiosity he couldn't quite tell, but he had to find some answers somewhere in his own time. To explore the world and find what he needed to do was his first objective.

Additional info: Despite being a machine, there appears to be something off about this new model of Machina. If the personality he had didn't give enough suspicion, it was almost as if he was more than simply a new design, almost as if he was assimilating a sentient being without internal programming needed.

[User]
"Ethan really she does have a point," Geoffrey said chuckling. "If ya don' wan' it 'and it o'er." Geoffrey was enjoying himself, this small group of traveler's seemed to actually have their actions and personalities together. He let his chair hit the floor with a clank, downed the rest of his pint and held it up with a wink at one of the barmaids for a refill. Being sensible in this, he covered his mouth when he let out a burp to show his like for the taste and tuned back into the conversation going on.

"Found isn't what I would call it. You poked your nose in business that wasn't yours," Nymira retorted with a frown, admonishing Ethan's state before looking at Geoffrey, "That's the gist of it though. We're simply traveling together because it's easy, traveling alone is a hassle."

As the Inn Owner's Son opened his mouth to tell about how he met Zander, he was surprisingly enough cut off and not by said Healer either. He let his eyes cut tot he side where Cecil sat almost as if by himself. When Nymira called them retainers he felt his neck hair stand on end and he cast a hard look at the Dimuran. Again he went to open his mouth and again was stopped short. Cecil looked over at them, a frown marred Geoffrey's face in response and surprise replaced it as the Machina headed for the door.

Zander watched all of this as he nursed his wine from the glass. He kept to himself knowing full well it would turn into a shouting match between him and Nymira if he said what he was thinking. Retainer? A Starsion being a retainer!? The sound of it was as absurd as the Dimuran was with her higher-than-thou attitude. He was a Starsion at least. He was ALLOWED to have such an attitude of course. When the barmaid refilled Geoffrey's mug Zander motioned for his own glass to be refilled as they waited for the food.

"I'm still not friends with Zander," she grumbled, folding her arms and frowning. Zander let out a laugh and a grin at that comment. "Says the young girl with the power to command that large cat... A frightening ability within and of itself." He wouldn't admit that he ignored Amune say earlier that she and the moor cat had a bond, he knew little of the other races and how they acted being in his Shrine Temple to Edos almost all his life. When Cecil left, he gave it little thought. The Machina refused to see reason and Nymira wasn't helping the poor boy settle his own mind.

As Ethan gave chase, the food arriving and Amune's childish outburst, Zander couldn't help but laugh as Nymira seemed unaffected by it and cut into her steak. He opened his mouth to call her a heathen for not even saying a prayer over the food, when Geoffrey's chair clattered to the ground with a loud clank.

"Ignore her Geoffrey," Zander spoke as he brought his hands clasped together in a silent pray for the food. "She's a point to what she says. Neither side knows the other enough to begin the calling of friendship. Let sleeping dogs lie. Do your people not pray before they eat?" Zander asked as if talking about the weather.

Geoffrey scowled down at Zander, sat, and proceeded to ignore the food for the moment. He would wait for Ethan, Amune and Cecil to return. He had manners after all, one did not start eating until all party members assembled to begin a meal. Nymira seemed alright at first, and perhaps, Zander with his higher knowledge of this type of political movement had the right of it. Amune had made her point, so had Ethan and Nymira had made hers... So why wasn't this sitting well with him?

[Assistant]
Nymira didn't understand why others were so offended when she only spoke the truth. Perhaps Ethan and Amuné were friends, and Ethan was probably friends with Cecil as well, but that was where the friendships ended. They still hardly knew one another and she couldn't understand how this brief time could allow anyone to truly be friends. Zander and Geoffrey were largely strangers and two people who were only with them because of circumstance: if two travelers banded together for better chances of survival did that make them friends? Or was it for convenience? For all the offense taken from her statements the Dimuran could only shrug off her criticisms, her mind unwavering and her stance remaining the same.

"Hey Amuné, we need to try being nice, right? We're traveling together, arguing doesn't help anything," Ethan chided gently, smiling as he reached over and pat the young Ydran on the back. Yes Zander could be... Difficult, but he wasn't a bad person, just as Nymira wasn't. They might need a bit of time but they would come around and everyone would get along eventually, he was certain of that.

No reinforcement on Ethan's part was going to stem this fire it seemed. Amuné had already made up her mind she disliked what was being said and with Cecil now leaving she was no doubt infuriated. Nymira simply sat and let the young girl get her thoughts out, finding the outburst to be both childish and unnecessary. Sighing as Cecil left the room she took another sip of her ale, directing her eyes to the young girl once more as she went on.

"If he cannot handle the truth then that's not my fault. It's more cruel to lie to him, don't you think? We should be upfront about things." Cecil had run off by now with Ethan hot on his heels, and now Amuné too was leaving to chase after that blundering fool. Nymira might consider checking on them had food not arrived, her hunger overriding her marginal concern for where they might be going. They would come back, she told herself, cutting into her food to examine it, they had to. Once they blew off a bit of steam and reflected on what was said they would realize the truth behind her words and accept them, even if they might not like them.

Biting into her steak the Dimuran found it to be a bit rough yet adequately seasoned, though not sure what it was seasoned with. Certainly better tasting than the hastily stripped and cooked meals she'd had as of late, she'd gladly eat this. Glancing up briefly at Zander she shrugged again, taking another sample and chasing it down with a drink of her ale. "I pray if I've killed for my meal, and I pray for special occasions. I don't pray for every single meal, that's ridiculous," Nymira answered plainly, "We've more important things to worry about than making sure we thank the Saints for every apple or nut we enjoy with our meal, don't you think?"

If Ethan could put one foot in front of him without stumbling he'd have easily caught Cecil by now. Unfortunately that single glass of ale was more than he generally drank in an entire month and it was having its effects on his empty stomach; managing to navigate to the door he hiccuped loudly when passing through, getting out just in time to see Cecil jump up to the rooftop. Groaning in realizing he now had to give chase in his state he put a hand on his stomach, turning when he heard the door open again behind him. Why had Amuné come after them? She disliked Cecil right now so that couldn't be it, so it had to be over what Nymira was saying.

"Hey Amuné... I need you to go back inside, okay? I uh..." Ethan began, taking a pause to cover his mouth as he belched, "Ugh... I need to talk to Cecil okay? And you should go eat, we might not have a chance to later." With how hectic their days had been as of late they really should take advantage of every period of reprieve they got. Saints only knew what was in store for them later. Seeing the girl still undeterred he knelt down, reaching out as she approached and giving her hair a gentle ruffling. "I know you're not getting along with them, but... Try, okay? I'm positive they're not bad people, they're just not used to this. Give them time, go inside and eat, I'll be back with Cecil soon."

If Amuné didn't want to return inside she had little choice, going with himself and Cecil was well out of the question. "Keep an eye on her, okay Wyth? Make sure your girl gets plenty of food," Ethan said before pushing himself to his feet, smiling as he gave the pair a wave. Turning back to where Cecil had gone he sized up the building, trying to get some idea of how high he had to vault to reach the roof. Between being famished and slightly intoxicated it was hardly the most logical thing he could be doing yet the Muran found no other means of chasing his friend. Tapping the ball of his foot against the dirt a few times he nodded to himself, thinking he had the idea down now.

Taking a few steps forward he slammed down his right foot, kicking out some magic in the process and propelling himself upward, angling for the rooftop where Cecil was hidden. He certainly went high enough, a little too high as he was now almost two meters over the top of it. Gasping and realizing his mistake, coupled with how badly that jump jostled his stomach's contents, Ethan flailed as he began his descent down. Were he in his right mind he'd use another burst of magic to cushion his fall, but instead he tumbled down, rolling to break the impact and ending up face planting against the tiles, groaning with his rear in the air in the process. Now he really felt like he wanted to hurl as he pushed himself up with his hands, sitting on his hindquarters and placing both over his stomach.

"Ts... Ow ow ow... H-Hey, Cecil..." Ethan managed weakly, burping and covering his mouth preemptively before settling down, "Where you going...? We need to talk, sit down please? I really... REALLY don't want to run right now..."


[System]
Age: 21

Appearance:

Though opinions vary on how beautiful Artemis is, no one can deny she's a striking figure to see, with her brown skin, starlight hair, and aqua eyes. She's a tall, slender thing standing at 5'9", with long, willowy limbs and subtle curves beneath her clothing. Her wardrobe is eclectic, with various scarves, jewelry, and feathers. She paints different markings on her skin and arms, adding to her unique look.

Occupation: Traveling Mystic

Personality: Artemis is whoever she needs to be to get by. But whether she's quiet and mysterious, or flirtatious and inviting, the one constant is that she's always looking out for herself. Though not particularly interested in other people, she enjoys using them as her primary source of entertainment. It's difficult to know who Artemis truly is or what she cares about, as she keeps everything truly important locked away – especially from herself.

History: Before she was Artemis, she was Emira Janan Mathilde Basira Felicity Lujayn Cosima Airtifae-Alqamar, Grande Duchess of the Silver Valley. Young Emira and her little brother Idris grew up with all the advantages that came with nobility. Idris, though younger than Emira, was the heir apparent. This was just fine with her – Emira was not quite suited for nobility. She was clever, worldly, and even charming when she wanted to be, but she had no interest in politics and governing. Idris, with his patience and generosity, would do well, while she entertained herself with seeing how quickly she could insult a dignitary and how long she could keep him from storming out of the palace after that.

When she was fifteen years old, a plague swept through the valley. They called it the Climbing Vine for the slow, crawling way it choked the life from its victims. Their mother was the first to catch it. Then their father. Emira and Idris were quarantined from their parents for more than a year before their died. The night before Idris' coronation, he fainted.

Preparations were being made for Emira's coronation even before Idris passed. Half a year after he first started showing symptoms, Emira charmed her way past the guard and crept into her little brother's room, as she had so many times before. Sometimes he had good nights, in spite of the sickness. His eyes would be bright and his laugh would ring out like a bell as she gossiped with him about the stuffy dignitaries, so full of themselves it was a wonder they fit through the palace doors. But that night was not a good night.

His eyes were glassy and his smile was weak as he clutched his big sister's hand with his waning strength. He whispered how proud he was of her, and how wonderful a ruler she'd be. Emira was the cleverest, strongest, funniest person he knew, and the people would adore her. They'd love her as much as he did. Emira looked at him for a long moment. Then she placed a kiss on his damp forehead, careful not to let any tears fall on him. She ran from the palace that night.

When she was eighteen years old, Artemis locked Emira away with her guilt and tried not to look back.

When she was nineteen, she heard a rumor that the Grand Duke of the Silver Valley had finally died without an heir.

Artemis traveled from one town to another, making her living as a mystic. In reality she was little more than a charlatan. Her ethereal looks, intelligence, and the skills she learned at court – languages, dancing, and singing, among others – helped her sell the facade. Before waking up in the forest, she made her living telling fortunes, selling "enchanted" baubles and sometimes outright stealing. Artemis played whatever role was required to entice her customers, and dazzled them with petty revelations about their futures or innermost thoughts (either flat out lies, generic statements that were easy to read into, or educated guesses based on how the customers presented themselves).

She told herself it was easier to forget over time – easier to push away the guilt. She could turn into someone else and feel nothing at all. After all, it was Emira who'd turned her back and ran from her Valley. Her little brother. Not Artemis.

Maybe if she said it enough times it would make it true.

[User]
Artemis looked between the two 'Lords' as they bickered. The small one seemed to be full of wisdom. Thank goodness he'd told her to 'not fall off' of the gryphon. Who knew what she'd have done without his advice. She looked back at the gryphon, who seemed to be losing her mind with excitement at the thought of flying. Artemis was suddenly glad she'd yet to eat anything.

"Nura," she said. The gryphon paused for half a second to look at her before bounding over and nearly knocking Artemis to the floor. A foot was forced back to brace herself, and Artemis raised her hands to try and push off 300 lbs of feathers nuzzling into her. Yeah, she figured, Nura would work out fine.

"I've ridden a horse before," Artemis said while trying to control Nura. The gryphon wouldn't keep still, insistent and curious, sniffing at her neck, her hair, her clothes. "Never bareback." She was kinda miffed that she'd have to ride barefoot though. It meant she'd stolen the boots from the Witch for nothing. "First and only priority I have is not dying. Find some food, water, a safe place to sleep I guess." She needed to get her bearings. Artemis glanced over her shoulder at the two men. A thoughtful eyebrow raised.

"The sun-child with the white Lantern has the blue one, too. Almost got the red one earlier. She's trying to free the dragon." Artemis had no idea if the sun-child Reckley was talking about was the same one she'd met with the blue Lantern. She was just curious what sort of reaction that would get. These men were still strangers, after all. Curiosity and caution mixed together to prompt her search for information.

Nura blindsided her with an extra shove and Artemis tumbled to the ground in a prone heap with a yelp. The gryphon seized the opportunity for more nuzzling.

[Assistant]
Peck stared at her while she spoke -- nothing she said made sense according to the lessons he'd been taught since he was a child . . . the knowledge that had been passed down through the generations of pirates. Suddenly there was this weathered and traveled girl from another world -- with strange powers and stranger knowledge -- who said she knew the truth. He didn't know what to believe, but he believed that if anyone could bring the sun back, it was Anise.

He stepped forward, and he held the Lantern out to her. "I hope you know what you're doing," he told her warily, and he looked up through the trees toward the deep expanse of stars above.

"We tell time by the moonrise," he said after awhile; he'd been thinking about the world Anise must have come from. "The month by the phase of the moon, the year by the moving constellations. Nothing else really changes. The shadows get darker. The Lord of the Shadow is getting stronger, the more people die."

He stared up for awhile, then took a breath. "I know how to summon each of the Lords and Ladies, if you want to talk to them. It's usually forbidden, because making one of them mad could be disaster -- but." He shook his head and ruffled his own hair; he couldn't believe he was doing this. "We've already broken most of the rules already. I was going to take you back to the Roost, but if you're going to be summoning the spirits I'd do it far away from there. Finding the Kith is something else, though. There are several tribes, and they don't necessarily like each other."

A thought occurred to him, and he touched one of the trees. "There's a tribe not far from here, it's on the way to the Roost. They're the tree-jumpers, though -- they kill pirates for sport." He gave Anise a look that questioned whether she really wanted to do what she'd set out to do, when every course of action could end in them both being slaughtered or worse.

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Oseely and Reckley exchanged a skeptical look while Artemis struggled with the gryphon.

"Two Lanterns ain't anything to be concerned about, right?"

"There are two more at the Rook."

"I can feel the red Lantern --"

"I know, I can feel the white one and it's being abused."

Oseely shot him a glare. "Red's at the Witch's house. The trees are all dead, then. How long 'til they're back at full power?"

"Not long enough."

The Lord of the Breeze folded his arms with a solemn frown, and the Lord of the Flame sucked his teeth with the pensive thought of a slacker slowly realizing he might have to do something productive soon. Oseely huffed a sigh and shook his head, laughing, much to Reckley's displeasure. "Doesn't matter. Shadow'll take care of it. For once let's not get in his way."

Reckley shuddered slightly, but he relinquished a sigh and looked down to Artemis with a twitch of a smile. The sight of the bond between rider and gryphon was heartening, at least.

"You'd be better equipped to survive if you don't try to do it alone."

"Aw, stick with me and you'll do just fine!" Oseely gave her a wink and a grin.

Reckley sighed. "You don't sleep and you don't eat. How're you going to help?"

"I eat!"

"You chew bark." Reckley appraised Artemis, his arms still folded. "The Kith or the Pirates would probably take you in. You're in the rare situation of being unaffiliated."

"You don't want to do that. Just steal their stuff and camp in the open fields. There are sigils you can use to ward off critters that'd chew on you in your sleep."

"That's the most idiotic idea I've ever heard," Reckley hissed with distaste.

Oseely grinned. "I thought of it myself!"

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Anise felt that his returning the Lantern to her was an extension of his trust and hope. She accepted the Lantern with a smile to oppose his wary expression. She felt that there should be something to brighten the day of the dwellers of the Forest even though the Dragon seemed to have no interest in their safety. She felt that was no way to rule and really felt the need to have an actual conversation with the Dragon at some point.

That made sense she had seen the moon several times, and if what he said was true she hadn't been here for much more than a week. Not even. She remembered being told by Peck earlier that same thing about the Lord of Shadow about his power over the dead.

Anise looked at the ground in thought. She had several choices to make. She could start summoning the spirits now, or she could start meeting the Kith right now. She knew that the Lord of Shadow would most definitely take offense to a summoning from her, but she also needed to have a conversation with them. The Kith would likely be dangerous for at least Peck, but she felt she could protect him.

Anise appreciated his willingness to suggest a starting point. However one statement from the Dragon weighed heavily on her mind. She had to speak with her children. That took precedence in her mind and felt to be the most important thing in the dream she had just had.

She looked up to Peck and looked him in the eyes. "I would like to start with meeting the Spirits, but isn't there a way to find them that would not insult them? I feel that calling to them without pulling them suddenly from... wherever they are living." She felt that just calling them suddenly would be more harmful than anything. She also remembered the symbol that was left on her hand after her meeting with the Lady of the Pond for the first time.

She glanced at her hand remembering her meeting with the Lady of the Pond not long ago. "After I met with the Lady of the Pond I awakened with this rune on my hand." She raised her hand concentrating on it as she remembered the last time she had done so it had become visible. "I am not sure what it means. I know that the Witch uses runes, but do you know them as well?" She knew it was important, but she understood little of them.

[Assistant]
However charming the sight of Artemis struggling with Nura might've been, it was a very different first-hand experience. Nura was a very heavy gryphon with very sharp talons and a very hard beak. She seemed oblivious to all of this as she pinned Artemis down and investigated (nipped, pulled, and shoved). Eventually Artemis just gave up resisting and fell limp, wincing at Nura's prodding. Instead, she tried to look over her head at the two lords as they spoke and debated.

Her choices were feral mask children, adults she'd already stolen from, or an ancient elemental lord with dubious reliability. Fantastic.

Nura finally seemed to notice that her 'playmate' had stopped moving and pulled away from Artemis' hair. Wide, dark eyes blinked down at her. Artemis stared back. When she pushed herself up, the gryphon finally removed a heavy, taloned foot from her chest. Artemis looked down to make sure there was not blood leaking through her clothes, wincing as her lungs finally expanded. Nura chirped and sat down, looking far too pleased with herself. A long tail curled around her feet. Artemis tried not to hesitate as she reached a hand out to the gryphon, allowing a sniff. She curled her hand up along the beak and scratched again at the soft feathers above it. Nura trilled in pleasure.

With a sigh, Artemis heaved herself to her feet and turned to the two lords.

"I've made a living off of idiotic ideas," she said. She looked from one man to another. "One more can't hurt." She somehow managed to keep the sarcasm from leaking into her voice.

It did seem to be the only real option, though. Artemis had never fared well when forced to play with others. She was better at playing them. And when she inevitably slipped up (because she always managed to forget that she wasn't as clever as she thought she was) there was usually running involved. Away. And where exactly was she going to run away to trapped on Hellmurder Island? No, better to not pick sides in a centuries-long blood war and keep to the shadows. Figure out how to survive on her own and use the groups as a last resort. Besides, she had Oseely.

Well. Sort of. He'd called himself the patron of liars and thieves, after all. But he was a resource, nonetheless. She wouldn't trust him to not get her killed, but he had information he was willing to share.

Artemis bent down and picked up her staff. Straightening up, she looked back at Oseely.

"I think I'd like to learn those sigils now."


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Wu Jen Mystic 19 / Wizard 1I, who have learned so much, know naught.

[User]
Vincent marched through the city following what seemed like a long line of heroes on their way back from some grand adventure. But of course, he knew better. They were here because they answered the call of the Twin Dukes to come here to the Seat of Mavros. Vincent was fiddling with his chain shirt as they walked not knowing what else to do. He had to admit he was nervous the last time he had been in Mavros he had nearly caught the city on fire by accident and had since avoided the city.
 As he always did though, Vincent hid any nerves he had behind a cocky grin and a bow. They continued to walk through the city with crowds of people all gathering to watch them march onward. There were quite a few who shouted at him angrily but others, mainly the young ones, stared on at all of them in awe clearly dreaming of the adventuring life.
  Oh if only you knew young ones. If only you knew.
 His family had at first hated his adventuring lifestyle. But growing up in Reywald he knew that he was meant for more so he spent his time helping out the people of the city and even learning from a Warlock in the city. That was before the Phoenix's spark ignited within him and he burned down his masters home killing him in the process. From them on his family marked him as a black sheep with his sister wanting nothing more than for him to perish while adventuring so she could claim his place as the future Duke of Reywald.

[Assistant]
A third rider came into the town with the rest of the group. This rider was a gnome with soot darkened goggles with bright pink hair, and she was riding on a mechanical cat like creature with two saber like teeth protruding from the mouth. Normally, the gnome would have announced her arrival with fireworks and a grand advertisement to visit her stores and purchase her wares. As of now? Well, she was calming her nerves down in only way she knew how: Tinkering! She was currently drawing a blueprint regarding one of the heroes and what the current modification idea would be and how it would affect him.

One of the heroes that she was traveling with was a Warforged!

A genuine, bona-fide Warforged!

What were the odds?! She always dreamt of at least tinkering on an existing Warforged and giving them some cool modifications, if not create a Warforged of her own! And from the looks of this particular Warforged, Titan Bane, it seems as though his creators neglected to give him a personality.

A lack of personality meant a lack of freedom to a certain degree! And that is something that Scrapmouse would not stand! She tried talking to Titan Bane before, only to receive no answer, but when she asked him if she could make some modifications on him to improve his fighting skills, she got an affirmative answer!!! That made her so giddy with excitement, she could've clapped her hands like a child! She was going to have figure out a good time she can tinker on him later...

Oh she could just imagine it now! Titan Bane, donning clothes of his favorite colors and twirling around with, what others would call, a "Broadway" personality, laughing and smiling at others he met. If she could give Sparky his sweetheart personality, then how hard could it be to give a Warforged a personality? Almost manic giggles escaped from Scrapmouse's grin as she continued drawing the blueprints for a weapon that would shoot crossbow bolts from the Warforged knees. She called it..."The Bee's Knees"

It was just...Genius!

.....It would also be good to install a Force Shut Down function in case the Warforged Barbarian decided to go Rogue on anyone and/or turn evil.....

Scrapmouse shook her head rapidly, trying to get rid of the dark memories that plagued her. She never wanted to participate in such a Battle Royale, and she never wanted instant powers like others seem to desire.

She looked up when she heard a commotion to see that the masked humanoid woman with the owlbear stop and console a child. She couldn't help but grin. It was honestly a cute and comical sight. And then it was spoiled by the half-orc paladin who commented on the reasoning for being in this city and admitted that he was worried and anxious about hearing why they were here.

Scrapmouse had Sparky walk past the both of them and she commented casually as they moved past, understanding the worry,

"Oh relax, Buster. Worryin' ain't gonna help wit' anythin'! I'm sure we all can handle whatever they need help with, otherwise, they would never have called us,"

After Sparky strolled past them and continued on the way to their meeting point, Scrapmouse turned to look at the other travelers. There was the human thief who tried to sneak away, but was caught by the elderly human, a halfling with a staff, a wood elf, and a half elf who seemed to be almost on fire.

The half elf and the human thief were definitely attractive guys, but their flaws were plain as day to the gnome. The half-elf seemed to be enjoying the attention too much, and she didn't want anyone stealing her inventions! So she ignored the both of them as she turned her focus towards the crowds once again and towards their intended destination.


[System]
Alias: Ghost
Age: 32
Sex: Male
Hair: Platinum-Blonde, stick straight, and thick. He keeps it tied up behind his head in a loop with whatever suitable material he can find. If let down, it reaches well past his shoulders.
Eye: Grey-Blue

Family: Unknown. He has no memory of who his biological family are.
Affiliations: Hunter with the Bloodhounds.
Home: None - he goes where the Bloodhounds send him rather than put down roots.

Magic: N/A
Inventory: Johannes carries a long pistol that has been repaired and reassembled repeatedly and keeps it holstered at his side, hidden under his vest. His backup weapon is a knife with a handle made like a pair of brass knuckles.

Combat: Johannes' favored fighting style is from a short distance and behind cover while using his pistol. Since his pistol is not accurate at very long distances, he is adept at hand-to-hand fighting out of necessity. Up close, his combat style employs lots of dirty tricks - sand to the eyes, biting, kicks to the groin, anything to gain an edge so that he can get in a good stab.

History: Johannes was raised by an elderly Bloodhound hunter that retired due to injury. Johannes joined the Bloodhounds himself at age 18 and trained to be a hunter. He has been working as a hunter ever since.

Other: Johannes is a gunsmith, skilled at repairing firearms. He also knows how to reload his own ammunition, given the proper materials. He's good at moving quietly without being seen or heard behind/under cover. He also likes explosives when sneaking isn't an option.

Below are some references/inspiration for Johannes' clothing and appearance.

[User]
Johannes hated everything about every Wasteland outpost he had ever visited. The rooms were too hot. The food was too bland. The drink too bitter. The bathwater too cold. The people too crude.

But most of all, he hated the Miraculum.

They had a special rotten vibe, those sorts of mages. He could never put his finger on what caused it, but it sure as hell was strong with this one. Bast, they called him. Short for bastard, probably.

Johannes kept his eyes on Bast and his hands on the table at first, observing. The cocky little bastard ignored him like he was a lampshade. Just the way he liked it. He was almost content to watch a moment longer until he approached the young kids.

Not just any bastard, but a sick bastard too.

Johannes leaned over to Ezra and dropped his voice to a barely audible whisper. "Stay here." He ordered, then slid out of his seat.

Unlike before when he had entered, Johannes kept his steps light and impossibly silent as he approached Bast from behind. Getting close enough to speak to the scumbag in a low voice - that damn smell, it was awful this close - he murmured to Bast.

"Best be removin' your hands from that kid now."

His voice was firm, steady, and cold, yet it had a drawl to it. It was an order, not a request.

[Assistant]
Ezra glanced up as the door open, his brow pulling into a furrow as he caught Johannes' expression towards the man standing there. Confusion worked across his features and he didn't seem to understand what the big deal was until his eyes landed upon the man's face.

The youth was unable to suppress the shudder that ran down his spine, this man was eerie.. Seeming to wear a putrid veil around him and proudly it seemed too. Miraculum. The color drained from Ezra's face as his hand suddenly went to his bicep, though he quickly turned his face towards the table to hide his look of fear as Johannes leaned to whisper to him. No fight.. No snarking. Just a softly whispered, "Okay."

Though he mostly kept his face angled towards the table his light brown eyes followed the Hunter towards where the mage stood, intimidating the two kids who sat there. His heart plummeted into his stomach as Johannes approached. Shit, he was not prepared to go up against an agent of the Miraculum.

[User]
The man smelled of smoke and sulfur, an unpleasant mixture that likely indicated he was a fire enchanter. His fingers had begun to dig into Morgen's collarbone, making the boy hunch his shoulders up with a grimace. Even still, those dark eyes were on Morwen. Watchful. Predatory.
Hungry.

There was only a brief flicker in his eyes as the Hunter approached to make his demands. He didn't turn. Either he still didn't consider the man might be a hunter, or he was confident enough not to be worried.

"Tell you what, Champ," He tipped his head down a bit to the left, allowing him a side-glance to the man. "Why don't you decide whether or not you really want to try and make me. And if you do, well... then we'll set--" He stopped, mid-sentence, to whisper something that sounded nonsensical. Fire suddenly licked out hungrily from between the shoddy floorboards between Johannes and Bast. The sleazy fucker had attempted to catch the hunter off-guard, attacking mid-sentence.

Rali swore colorfully and grabbed at the cowering serving girl nearby. She began to evacuate her small staff as, somehow, the fire actually started to feed hungrily on the stone wood.

Bast hauled Morgen to his feet roughly, and shoved the boy around the table, towards his sister. With both kids behind him now, He turned sharply on his heel to face Johannes, the growing wall of fire between them.

[Assistant]
Morwen head snapped up at the chanting. "Move!" She shrieked standing up.

She stumbled back as she grabbed her brother, hugging him close. "Down, down!" She whispered harshly as she pushed him underneath the table. "We need to get out of here!" She looked to were Rali and the others were going, there was a back exit. A chance of escaping!

There was a pause. She looked back to Bast and the hunter. Bast was focused completely on the hunter, they weren't important anymore. This was her chance. A chance of revenge. For those months of torment. Morwen kissed her brother's forehead, before crawling towards the man underneath the table. Slowly, she produced the knife she stole earlier. She took a slow and steady breath. The smell of almost making her gag underneath the table. It was to familar. It brought back painful memories of the Miraculum for her.

She hesitated, holding the knife in front of her. Morwen narrowed her eyes. Revenge filled her thoughts. She quickly slashed at his ankles, with the hopes to cripple the man. She then stood up quickly, to throw the table on top of him. "Run!" She grabbed Morgen's hand and started to drag him to where Rali and the rest went.

[User]
The corner of Johannes' mouth turned down as his nostrils flared. Showy displays of magic always irritated him, but using magic to threaten people was downright disgusting. The tavern-woman's flight with her hapless barmaid and the rugrats scrambling away barely registered - he was too focused on Bast. Johannes took a single sliding half-step backwards so that the flames wouldn't touch him, but he kept as close to Bast as otherwise possible.

It came as a surprise to Johannes when the kids didn't simply scurry away. He had not expected the girl to make a move, to do something as risky as go for his ankles. Not when it meant leaving that dumbfounded-looking boy unattended and wasting precious seconds they could be using to put distance between themselves and Bast. Suspicions and curiosity rolled around in his head, but that was for later.

When the girl slashed at Bast's ankles, Johannes took advantage of this opening. Reaching to a slim leather pocket-sheaf on the side of his dark brown cargo pants, he wrapped his fingers around something. In a flash, he had it out - a long knife with a handle like a pair of brass knuckles - and he didn't hesitate for a second.

Johannes lunged forward, disregarding the flames, and slashed at Bast's throat.

[Assistant]
All but leapt to his feet as the magical flames shot up, his heart pounding in his chest. Fire magic.. It had to be fire magic. Snatching up his bag he started to reach inside to pull out his scribing set before pausing. The crackling of the flames sent him into a pause.. While the smell of sulphur burned at his nose.

Ba-dump Ba-dump.

Ezra could hear the blood pounding away in his ears or could that be the sound of his heart pounding against his ribcage? He wondered wildly if all those nearby could hear it as well. His hand shook as he took hold of the wooden box he kept the set in, looking up in time to see Johannes slashing at the man's throat.

Did he get him? It seemed everything moved in slow motion.. The man staggered by something.. What the hell did he miss? His gaze fell upon the fleeing kids before looking quickly back towards the Hunter and Mage. Nails pressing down against the wood as he waited with bated breath.

[User]
There was a scrambling sound at the closed front door. Vicious barking. Spot knew something was up, but she was helpless to aid her wards, foiled by a lack of opposable thumbs. Morgen's head turned in the direction of the familiar barking as he hid, dazed and disorientated beneath the table where Morwen left him. He had no idea what was going on anymore; it wasn't fair, why did he have to be blind?! He considered skinwalking, if only to escape this confusing hell hole, but resisted temptation.

Bast gave a snarl of agony as Morwen's knife but into the tender tendons of his foot. His leg buckled involuntarily and he hissed through clenched teeth, turning towards Morwen, only to have the table overturned against him. "Orphaned cunt!" He roared after her, his flames burning higher, brighter. It was a perfect distraction; he never saw Johannes coming.

The hunter was atop the enchanter before the latter even knew what hit him. For all his magic prowess, all his dedication to the Miraculum, He was still a erratically any other, and the flesh of his throat split in a wide, red smile courtesy of Johaness' knife.

Yet the fire did not extinguish. It began to consume erratally now, spreading rapidly, with no enchanter to keep it tempered.

Rali and her staff were waiting at the back window for the twins. It was large enough for a grown man to fit through, and she helped haul them out into the hot rain. Spot had circled to the back of the inn to greet them. She chuffed and nuzzled at both kids, tail beating back and forth vigorously.

[Assistant]
Morwen made sure her brother got out first before climbing out the window herself. She clutched onto the bloody knife, coughing and sputtering at the smoke she inhaled when she ran. The warm rain washing off the soot and other dirt she accumulated over the past few days. Her dress clung to her now, showing off her unnaturally skinny frame. Her amber hair clutched to her shocked expression. She dropped the knife when she saw Spot, dropping to her knees and giving the dog a tight hug around her neck.

There was a range of emotions going through the young girl, and she wasn't sure which one to focus on. Bast was gone. The man that haunted her nightmares, his lecherous touch that still made her shudder in fear and flinch away from uninitiated affection. Gone. Just like that. Finally, she decided on relief. That monster was gone.

She hugged further into Spot, Morwen buried her face in the dogs dark matted fur. A shuddery breath could be heard from the young girl, trembling lightly against the larger dog. She stayed that way for several moments. Finally, she pulled away from the dog and looked to her brother. It was unclear in the rain if she was crying or not. "Morgen are...are you ok?" She rose from her crouched position and hugged her brother as well, "I'm sorry I left you like that." She said softly.

She looked behind her at the Tavern, then to the workers. "U-Um..." She shifted uncomfortably, not knowing what to do next.