[System]
Former faction: Decepticons
Role: Engineer/medic

Normal Appearance:

Do not let her streamlined looks fool you - that only means that her weapons are protected in retractable pods. Nightscream stands about 9 meters tall. Her 'helmet' has a retractable visor that covers the entirety of her face when deployed and serves as a HUD.

Alternate form:
Cybertronian jet. As the word 'stealth' is not even in her vocabulary, Nightscream was against hiding on the human world from the get-go, not wanting to 'downgrade' to any human design. Her vehicle mode has the length of about 6 meters and top speed in atmosphere of about Mach 6. As usual with Cybertronian strikecraft, she is fully spaceworthy.

Weapons and tools:
2x retractable blades (Forearms) - Only available in robot mode. A last ditch weapons for when somebody manages to get too close to her.
4x energy blaster (Wings/Wrist pods) - The basic cannons. Not really powerful unless the target is hit with several shots, but with high rate of fire and good energy efficiency.
2x null ray (Hull mounts/Shoulder pods) - High-power weapons that can disable target's electronics (or nervous system) in a single shot and permanently fry it in few, depending on the target's size. The downside is the reload which can take from 60 seconds to five minutes, depending on how much power is Nightscream directing to her other systems.
2x Fusion bomb (Bomb bay) - Only available in vehicle mode. Nightscream's cargo bay can either hold 2 guided glider bombs or minicons/capsule transformers.
Disruptor field (Minicon/Cyber key/...) - When connected to a strong power source, Nightscream gainst the ability to generate an energy barrier around herself that protects her from harm for 60 seconds of continuous fire before it overheats and needs to cool down for 2 minutes.

Personality:
Nightscream is not a very pleasant fellow, having her own ideas about how to do things. Her loyalties lie first and foremost with herself and her own well being. As far as decepticons go, she was loyal to Soundwave who has been her mentor and master since the beginning, but despised Megatron and Starscream for being incompetent. She is often indifferent to the actual battle between the 'Cons and the 'Bots, only on the 'Con team because she doesn't feel like dying for the greater good.

In combat however, she is relentless. Wherever she goes, loud booms follow, as she doesn't believe in stealth, only in raw power. She can focus to the point of the world becoming nonexistent save for her objective, making her very determined, sometimes downright stubborn. Nightscream had an idea of forming a splinter faction within the decepticons, hoping to gain independence from them and the war.

That was before Cybertron was abandoned by both of its leaders, leaving her to realize her plans without any disturbance from a high pitched voice commander demanding her to join air patrols and waste her precious time and intelligence.

History:
Nightscream is a veteran, being an engineer long before Lord Megatron rose to power and serving the decepticons as one and also as field medic and air trooper for decades. Even from the beginning she chose to side with them more from wanting to be on the winning team rather than having the same ideology, always working on her own agenda. Thus she managed to survive to present day.

Nightscream welcomed Megatron's departure as the war seemed to quiet down. With the uncertainty of survival, she is vigilant and on edge, trying to take over of as much of the decepticon intelligence network to get her eyes and ears everywhere she can so she could put her plan to motion. She started gathering followers that could help her find an alternate source of energy for their planet that would render them independent on supplies sent by those that left.

Extras and additional information:
- She is a combat engineer. As such, Nightscream most of the time stays out of a fight or participates indirectly, however she will intervene if she thinks her skills are needed or the situation is rather dire.
- Nightscream has a weird interest in Human culture and is especially fond of the movies.
- Voice actor: Alix Wilton Regan
- Theme: Jinki Extend OST, 18 - Game Kaishi
Name: Nightscream

Former faction: Decepticons

Role: Engineer / Medic / Mad Scientist

Normal Appearance:

When choosing an Earth form, Nightscream was hard pressed to keep her body's power consumption low enough. Thus she chose to make her actual body rather small for the day-to-day things and capable of powerlinking with additional parts attachable to her vehicle mode in a larger, more armored and armed Brute mode. In this form she is almost universally grey and silver with purple and yellow accents. Unlike her cybertronian form that was designed to work in labs, Nightscream's Earth form is bulkier and more armored and also capable of flight in a proto form. Her face has a deployable visor and faceplate.
(Same shape as Armada Jetfire)

Brute Mode:

Nightscream can combine with the unused parts of her alternate mode that take the shape of the boosters and external tank. Her main body collapses it's limbs to form attachment points of the larger limbs and additional armor made out of the disassembled ET. The boosters split in half, the bottom transforming into shoulder mounted cannons while the top transforms into a new set of arms ended in a heavy-duty three arm grapples for hands. In this form she is mostly purple with yellow accents and grey cannons and arms

Alternate form:

The space shuttle. Still not a proponent of stealth, Nightscream kept her usual color scheme. The main body of the shuttle is mostly grey, connected to a purple tank and grey set of boosters. The alt-mode is capable of functioning without the parts that form Nightscream's Brute Mode, sacrificing thrust power for increased agility.

Weapons and tools:

Plasma blaster (Protoform): A gun firing plasma bolts. Trades in rate of fire for heavier hit.
Shield (Protoform): A simple bit of heavy armor that serves as a shield.
2x Missiles (All modes): Wing mounted missiles. Nightscream can swap the warheads if she has alternatives available, but usually she will keep one armed with high explosive and another with an EMP warhead.
4x Energy blaster (Vehicle mode): The standard ranged weapon of choice mounted in the leading edge of the wings. Low energy consumption and damage, high rate of fire. Nightscream has the habit of cycling the barrels on her weapons, virtually quadrupling her rate of fire.
2x Rocket blaster (Brute mode): Monstrous cannons capable of bringing down buildings. They require several seconds of charge before firing and five minutes to cool down and consume unhealthy amount of energon, but one or two hits is all it takes to bring down even larger transformers or to disable a key system on a spaceship.
Null field (Minicon/Cyber Key/...): When connected to a strong power source, Nightscream gainst the ability to generate an energy barrier around herself that protects her from harm for 60 seconds of continuous fire before it overheats and needs to cool down for 2 minutes. She can expand the field's volume at the cost of its longevity.
Laserbeak: Nightscream took possession of Soundwave's deployer for the time being. He can launch out of her cargo bay in vehicle mode or chest in her protoform. She is unable to deploy laserbeak in Brute mode.

Personality:

Nightscream is not a very pleasant fellow, having her own ideas about how to do things. Her loyalties lie first and foremost with herself and her own well being, followed by other Seekers, her mentor Soundwave and then maybe some greater causes. As far as decepticons go, she was loyal to Soundwave who has been her mentor and master since the beginning, but despised Megatron and Starscream for being incompetent. She is often indifferent to the actual battle between the 'Cons and the 'Bots, only on the 'Con team because she doesn't feel like dying for the greater good.

In combat however, she is relentless. Wherever she goes, loud booms follow, as she doesn't believe in stealth, only in raw power. She can focus to the point of the world becoming nonexistent save for her objective, making her very determined, sometimes downright stubborn. Nightscream had an idea of forming a splinter faction within the decepticons, hoping to gain independence from them and the war.

That was before Cybertron was abandoned by both of its leaders, leaving her to realize her plans without any disturbance from a high pitched voice commander demanding her to join air patrols and waste her precious time and intelligence.

Her projects came to be used in a different manner than she intended, having to give up her prototype chassis to extend the life of one of her new 'comrades' and in the wake of the threat of Megatronus, she is willing to enter the battle if it means liberating her brother from his grasp and making sure his influence will never extend to Cybertron.

History:

Nightscream is a veteran, being an engineer long before Lord Megatron rose to power and serving the decepticons as one and also as field medic and air trooper for decades. Even from the beginning she chose to side with them more from wanting to be on the winning team rather than having the same ideology, always working on her own agenda. Thus she managed to survive to present day.

Nightscream welcomed Megatron's departure as the war seemed to quiet down. With the uncertainty of survival, she remained vigilant and on edge, trying to take over of as much of the decepticon intelligence network to get her eyes and ears everywhere she can so she could put her plan to motion. She started gathering followers that could help her find an alternate source of energy for their planet that would render them independent on supplies sent by those that left.

Extras and additional information:

* She is a combat engineer. As such, Nightscream stays out of a fight most of the time or participates indirectly, however she will intervene if she thinks her skills are needed or the situation is rather dire.
* Nightscream has a weird interest in Human culture and is especially fond of the movies.
* Voice actor: Lexa Doig
* Theme

Relations with other characters:

* Prsim: Nightscream is neutral to the autobot, often amused by her at times naive and always straightforward approach to things, usually involving explosives or other causes of heavy damage. Suffice to say the seeker know whom to call upon if there is a building block that offends her. She enjoys schooling the younger autobot with mean and harsh devices, but does it in fact out of the goodness of hešr spark, trying to expand her ways of thinking.
* Turbulence: She approves of him being in the autobot minority to actually use a flight capable alternate mode, as well as being amazed at his internal design. Unfortunately for her, it doesn't look like she would be able to perform experiments on him any time soon.
* Sklog: Having invested lot of her research resources into the former dinobot turned something greater than a predacon, Nightscream is interested in seeing if Sklog's mind would be able to make use of the newfound processing capability and to what potential he can bring her invention. She does harbor some personal bond to the other decepticon, what with seeing him through his reincarnation.
* Cyclonus: Primus! And I thought I was the relic of an old era here!
* Blackarachnia: Ah, my favorite toy. Too bad it got infested and had to be burned.
* Soundwave: Despite bonding to the point of referring to each other as siblings, one look will identify Nightscream as a seeker when the second will identify Soundwave as anything but, disproving the theory of them being related. Their bond goes just as deep though.
* Trine: Nightscream did not share the names of her trine, whether they are still alive or what faction they fight for.

[User]
Prism wasn't sure to expect when when listed her troubles to Nightscream. There was little that the former 'con could do to help Prism's memory, and it was safer if her head just wasn't touched at all. She felt bad for Sklog, though. The poor guy couldn't get any treatment either, and his problems were far worse than hers.

The orange bot walked with Sklog into the lift once more, her hand slowly raising to touch one of the buttons. Nightscream had told her to stay away from sub-level twenty due to a possibly grotesque sight. Prism followed orders as well as any demolitions expert could. Most times, she'd follow her orders and then some, but there were other times in which her boom sense kicked in and told her what would be far more interesting. Slowly, her hand passed the button to sub three and moved to twenty, pushing it lightly and watching as the doors shut once more.

Hopefully Sklog wouldn't get antsy about her choice to disobey Nightscream, given the fact that they were both on the same faction, and she and Sklog not. However, she was not quite sure if Sklog would care of even notice if they weren't going up as far as originally planned.

[Assistant]
Per Nightscream's instruction, Turbulence came into the hallway once more and turned left at the only door this side of the corridor. It was pretty easy to find but that probably meant the facility itself was immense as hinted at by the array of windows preceding it. Before entering the room, Turbulence could not help but over hear Nightscream advising both Sklog and Prism not to access Sub-level 20 all because of something visually disturbing. The thought didn't sit too well with him but being as this was a Decepticon laboratory, the same thought didn't surprise him either.

Entering the facility, Turbulence could make out several operating tables and berths, most being aligned with the windows as if they were meant to be viewed from the outside. Nightscream lead him to a particular berth that almost appeared more of a torture slab with notable restraints, a console with a set of operating tools, and a mechanical arm of disconcerting appearance. If Turbulence could actually show his face hidden away behind his visor, it would be hard not to tell of his utter disapproval and questionable look. What was this place even for? He was quick to shoot down that question, wishing not to know of its purpose but Nightscream's eventual mention of the robotic limb over the berth never functioning properly had Turbulence in a predicament of quite know how to interpret that piece of detail.

"You don't say..." Turbulence declaimed, not hiding the censure in his voice.

Turbulence as first hesitated but complied soon after he decided to give the Decepticon Seeker the benefit of the doubt, believing her to be acting with good intentions as he laid back into the berth. However, that vaguely positive sentiment was still overshadowed with his skeptical distrust as he refused to be operated on without his own supervision, "Forgive me...But I would rather be online for this."


[System]
"Fate? Destiny? Don't believe in them. I forge my own paths."

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Aliases:
Julia strictly goes by the fake name Jules.

Age:
23

Gender:
Female

Origin:
Naples, Italy

Abilities:
While Jules doesn't have a Stand, she believes she has something better: the Spin.

Appearance:
Jules stands at 5'10, making her a rather tall young lady. Her hair is very light blond and becomes a grayish-white as it nears the middle of her back. When riding, she keeps her hair tied up underneath a black hat bearing a large plume of colorful feathers. Her eyes are a bright blue that are almost always sparkling with either mischief or a sense of adventure.

She wears black riding trousers, a white button up shirt, a black vest, and a black cape trimmed with golden lining. While rather flamboyant, Jules is rather proud of her musketeer-looking get up.

Despite her prim choice of clothing, she lets her appearance grow shabby and unorganized at times. Her hair might be knotted or her hat might be put on backwards. Sometimes it looks like she hasn't gotten good sleep in ages.

Personality:
Cocky, quick witted, and only slightly rambunctious, Jules delights in the thrill of adventure and exploring the unknown. Upon first glance, one might consider her arrogant and aloof, but in reality she enjoys her fair share of fun; she's always up to something, whether it be coming up with games, planning songs, gossiping, and more. While she might seem like a goofball up close, Jules strives to uphold what remains of her family tradition and legacy. She will stand up for what's right and will refute what she deems wrong or immoral. Unfortunately for her, this is easier said than done. Jules cannot bring herself to believe someone is purely good or purely evil.

Jules can be overly proud and overconfident, though she is extremely loyal to the few that are close to them and will gladly lay her life on the line for their safety. She just expects some sort of payment afterwards.

Short Biography:
The eldest child of the Zeppeli family, Julia was always destined for greatness-- at least, that's how her father put it. As soon as she was of age, her father too her under his wing in order to train as a physician. Not just any physician, but one mentally and physically equipped to handle the family's most prized heirlooms: the steel balls. Years passed and, as Julia grew older and more keen with using such blessed instruments, her father began to train her how to wield them in deadlier ways. At seventeen, he told her that she was to be not only a physician but someone who was skilled in quickly and painlessly ending the lives of criminals on the death row. Now that she was a grown woman, she took part in helping her father carry out executions.

It wasn't the nicest job, though she agreed to help her father in order to uphold their bloodline's beloved tradition. Each death took a toll on her, however. These were living, breathing people with families, friends. Who were they to decide that they should die? Why did the Zeppelis have to use their powers to end lives at the behest of a king? Nevertheless, she obeyed her father's wishes; the last thing she wanted to do was bring dishonor to her family name.

Unfortunately for Julia, that day would soon come. At age 20, she was told to execute a certain individual. It was a woman who had poisoned her husband-- and said husband had political standing in Naples. The woman was distraught; hysterical, she clung to Julia's clothing, begging and pleading to be spared. Julia had seen this woman before. Her skin was always blemished with clusters of bruises and her eyes were swollen with tears. She sympathized with her entirely and turned to her father for help. Her father understood the woman's actions, but he claimed that Julia had no choice: she was to carry out the will of the king.

Julia was bewildered. Her father and her argued for hours on end with neither of them budging on their stance. Even though she threw herself at his feet in order for him to at least think about granting the woman some sort of mercy, her father shrugged her off and stated she was behaving like a child. That was when Julia decided to take matters into her own hands. In the dead of a winter night and in the midst of a rainstorm, Julia was able to help the woman escape.

If only she was able to remain unsuspected. Julia guessed that she was lucky that it was her father who found out about her betrayal first. Though it was the first time in all of her life that he looked upon her as a stranger rather than a daughter, and that alone broke her heart into two. He told her to flee Naples and never to return, for if the Neapolitan guard caught wind of her, he would do nothing to stop her own execution.

Julia left Naples with a new name, an adequate amount of money, and a few precious items, two of which being her steel balls that she was definitely not supposed to take with her. For two years, she aimlessly wandered Europe in attempts to settle down and start a quiet life. It was only when she heard of the Steel Ball Run and the absolutely massive prize for the first place winner that she decided to cross the Atlantic and set foot in America.

Equipment:
Jules' most prized possessions are her steel balls-- she keeps them at her hip at all times and grows agitated when people even look at them. They are strangely smooth and green colored. Her other possessions include a raccoon plush, hunter's knife, tinder box, string, yarn, sewing needle, a rusted pot and pan, some cheap silverware, paper, and an assortment of pencils. Some other things might be rolling around in her assortment of items, although they are unknown to others as she never lets people get close to her belongings.

Name:
Greasy Sand

Age:
10

Gender:
Stallion

Appearance:
Greasy Sand!

Temperament:
Greasy Sand is a timid and kind horse that will gladly do whatever he's asked. He never bites your fingers when you hand-feed him, will lie down next to Jules to sleep, and has the patience of a saint. If someone hasn't seen him before, they might think he's a lazy stallion who has a slow gait and a slightly droopy head. He's a curious steed, often sniffing others or butting them with his head.

He's not easily spooked by gunfire, though he's terrified of snakes.

Notable Traits:
There's a reason why Greasy Sand got his name. He's got the quite the slow start when he begins a gallop or trot, but is known for his incredibly fast bursts of speed that can be used to easily overtake those in front of him. As for overall stamina, Greasy Sand bears a decent amount but is prone to tiring out faster than other horses.

He has an incredibly soft nose and has longer ears than usual. Jules jokes that he's part donkey.

[User]
Mentions: Everybody

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Ahh, shoot. Dagnabbit! That poor little fella, all lost an' on his own. He was so tiny too, even a strong breeze might've blown him away like a tumbleweed. Or maybe a snake bit his horse! There were so many bad things that could've happened and somehow Simon didn't notice anything? He felt like a real..a mutton shunter! Golly, his mama would've been so disappointed if she knew Simon had thought such an unpleasant phrase. But he had it coming! How could he have completely zoned out like that? It was shameful. Simon was feeling all poked up.

So poked up that he only half-acknowledged Neon Ghost floatin' off to go search for Donny. But not poked up enough that he was able to shrug of the scary cowboy's threat-insult combo move. It wasn't like Simon could help his accent, it had been with him his whole life. And this fella had some nerve to act like Simon was some type of bother when he was hunting Jules and had assaulted the majority of the people here.

Not that Simon would say any of that. Confrontation? No sir. No sirree. Thanks, but no thanks.

Where was he?

Oh! Right! Donny. Simon scratched at his beard after mumbling out an apology that he absolutely did not mean at all. When Jules suggested turning in for the night, Simon had an opportunity to do something about it. "Turn on in? I s'pose that's a good idea. Don't want ta get back on th' saddle too tired ta ride. Jus'..lemme get a breath of fresh air first. The campfire's gettin' me a little toasty." Simon very awkwardly excuses himself from camp to go stroll behind some rocks in a very blatantly suspicious manner.

Once behind the rock, somehow confident that his blatant lie had been bought, Simon spoke. "Perform This Way!" And immediately, the strange, metallic ghost manifested in front of him. "Well well well! If it isn't the Sheriff of Pudding. You got a lotta nerve summoning me after manifesting me into that crazy bitch's knuckles, tubby!" Simon frowned. He was bulky, sure, but he certainly wasn't fat. Most of his mass was muscle, but it wasn't like he was about to argue with his aggressive ghost. "S-sorry.."

"Eugh. Your kicked puppy looking face is preventing me from even wanting to yell at you. What do you want, Squirrel Lip?" Squirrel lip? That was- oh, the mustache. Darn, that one stung a bit. "Ah need ya ta see if Donny, the blonde feller from earlier, is alright." Perform This way didn't have facial expressions, but Simon could imagine the smug mug he was wearing right now. "That's all? Pff, that's barely even a challenge. So I won't give you too much of one either. Entertain me, deputy stutters. I want a magic show!"

[Assistant]
And

Just a girl and her socks.

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Neon had done a pretty stellar job setting up the tent. Well, mostly anyways. There were a few things that still needed to be done, but they didn't take long. It was pretty amazing how such a relatively large tent could fit into the size of a sleeping bag. But at last the large green tent was set up. It was rectangular in shape, and the top was flat, but was a solid head above Annie.

Before stepping inside, Annie retreated to Slow Ride and grabbed a large, light blue blanket. The blanket had an Eagle on it, it's wings fully extended and talons ready to strike. Annie had actually bought this for Neon, but he never uses it, so she decided to take it upon herself to wield the oversized blanket herself. Taking it inside, Annie laid the blanket down on the tent's floor before inviting everyone else over. "Hey y'all! Tent's finished! Come on in!"

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IN THE MIND OF NEON...

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How in the actual hell did they manage to lose an unconscious person of all things? Someone wandering off was one thing, but an unconscious person? Well, whatever. The light from his lantern was modest at best, but it should be more than enough to look for Donny.

He had said a hundred feet, but he had likely gone double that. The endless shifting sands seemed daunting. If it wasn't for Slow Ride and the other horses, this desert probably would've killed them. Annie almost certainly so.

The wind began to pick up, and sand began to stir. Not enough to cause a terrible storm, but enough to cause a bit of blindness. Not a good sign. Neon decided here would be a good point to start a perimeter. A square around the area should be fine.

The walk was, for the most part, uneventful. No Donny, or any signs of life for that matter. There might've been a scorpion or something under a rock nearby, but nothing that would cause alarm. That is, until Neon heard the sound of metal against metal at his feet. Illuminating the area at his feet, something silver reflected the light of his lantern. Bending over and scooping up the object, he dusted it off and held it closer to the light.

It was a silver flask, rectangular with rounded corners, and with a large fish engraved on one side. It's scales were intricately detailed, and had wispy fins on it's side and head, and it's V-shaped tail trailed behind it. There was a single, large letter written on the other side. An "S" was written in calligraphy. It didn't look too terribly old, but he wasn't the Archeologist. Maybe Annie would have a better idea about it. Speaking of which, he should probably head back, it looks like he wouldn't be finding Donny. With a new flask in hand, Neon walked back to the light of the campfire, and the big green tent.


[System]
Female
Age 24
Appearance
5'6"
Lean flexible athletic build
Light skin (Japanese)
Appears to have shoulder length jet black slightly spikey hair from the front. However her hair splits into parts, taking the longer half and tying it together at the neck into a downwards facing ponytail that reaches her middle back.
Medium sized ahoge, more of angular/rigid spike shape, changes based on their mood/emotions. And electrical charge in battle.
Dark drab blueish-gray/steel left eye.
Yellow right eye with a slit shaped pupil.
Eyebrow over her left eye has a slit break in it towards the outer middle.
Irezumi tattoos:
Right arm- Nagasode style sleeve tattoo extending down to her wrist. Nara black wind bars for a background, with a green snake with a red belly coiling down her arm with it's head ending at her outer wrist.
Left arm- Shichibu style sleeve tattoo extending down to her middle forearm. Nara black wind bars for a background, with a blue snake with a yellow belly coiling up her arm with it's head resting on the front of her upper shoulder. Kanji for Mamushi 蝮 (pit viper) tattooed in black on the inner blank space of her forearm.
Back- Her entire back is covered in large nara black ink clouds for a background. And a large tattoo of the giant 8 headed and tailed snake Yamata no Orochi, various flowers, and lightning bolts in the foreground.
Slightly elongated fang canine teeth on the top and bottom as compared to normal people. Teeth are overall sharper.
Ear piercings- Left: Two slim steel rings on their lobe. Helix cuff.
Right: Circular silver stud on their lobe. Smaller steel cuff at the middle of the outer ear/lower helix.
Black painted nails.

Customized slightly oversized black leather asymmetrical moto jacket. Worn unzipped with belt hanging loose.
Steel curb chain necklace that extends down to her chest. Medium sized silver upside down cross pendant.
Zip-up black hoodie. Worn under her jacket with the hood laid over the jackets collar. Worn unzipped often with the sleeves pulled up to her elbows.
Vintage oversized heavy metal band T-shirts, some with the sleeves cut off. Worn over fishnet shirt. (Metallica, Slayer, Iron Maiden, Led Zeppelin, Megadeth)
Long sleeve black fishnet shirt. Sleeve extends into a fishnet fingerless gloves on the left but is cut off at the wrist on the right.
Silver signet ring on right middle finger with an upside down cross engraved in it.
Mokume-gane Ouroboros shaped ring with pink jeweled eyes on left index finger.
Steel cuban link chain bracelet on right wrist.
Steel studded black leather belt.
Steel chain hanging down at her right side. One end attached to a belt loop, the other to a pocket watch manadial.
Worn/faded slim dark indigo Japanese selvage denim jeans. (Black or stonewash alt. colors)
Black with white accents Onitsuka Tiger Mexico 66 running shoes.
Black calf length open toe and heel socks.

Secondary hairstyle reference (Somewhere in between the two)

Close type of ponytail style reference

Raiya specializes in destructive magic. She is a master of electrical spells, and ruinous spells. She has a great foundation in most all Catholic magics as well as some Japanese Zen Buddhist/Shinto magic. As with her fascination of Japan, she also has a great fascination with snakes and has developed snake themed fighting style and magic. Every so often she sheds her skin, this makes her immune to aging. With her magic powers, she also has the ability to control certain light metals.

Raiya's parents, Japanese immigrants, owned a successful Japanese cuisine restaurant chain in New York City. Both parents died in a burglary gone wrong leaving Raiya orphaned in infancy. With a large mana constitution, Raiya was immediately adopted by the Catholic cathedral and put into mage training. Growing up in the New York Cathedral, she always shadowed Felix and thought of him as her older brother. Raiya was always proficient in magic, and her studies reflected that. Raiya achieved the rank Grand-Mage at the age of seventeen. At the age of twenty she was sent with two other grand-magi to investigate the sudden disappearance of a remote village in Italy. The village was razed, not so much as a 2x4 left standing upright. Investigating the trace of mana waves left by the spell she made her way to a nearby mountain where she found on a cliff-side the definite point of origin of the spell. Looking around the point of origin she found footprints. The foot prints looked exactly like the sole tread of a typical Catholic Magi officer. The level of destruction and the fact that the mana waves left by the spell accounted for only one spell, coupled with the footprint meant the evidence pointed toward an Arch-mage or higher to be the cause of the destruction. Once she returned to the Vatican, she provided the evidence in a council meeting. The council thanked her for the evidence provided but stated that they would be conducting the investigation from then on. Even though the council told her to no longer investigate this issue, Raiya continued the investigation on her own. Looking into the records of those who were gone the night of the destruction of the remote village, she narrowed it down to two, Arch-mage Thadeus and Arch-mage Felix. After obtaining this information, Raiya investigated both Thadues and Felix's living quarters. She discovered that Felix had never even worn his uniform boots, as he wore his own more comfortable combat boots. Thadeus, on the other hand, did not have any other pairs of footwear besides the ones on his feet, which were the uniform boots. Learning of this information but knowing the Vatican council would never listen to her, she approached Felix whom she knew was innocent. She told Felix all of the information she had obtained, but Felix brushed her aside saying that the Vatican was conducting their own investigation and to go against their demands to keep the investigation within their selected team would mean excommunication, even if the information was correct. Felix told her that he would not tell anyone about her own investigation, but pleaded with her to keep quiet about the issue until the Vatican completed their investigation. Raiya couldn't believe what she was hearing, that her cold hard evidence was being brushed aside because of protocol. But what's more, that the investigation team was comprised with Thadeus's brother as a member meant surely that Thadeus would never be convicted of this crime. All of this put into perspective Raiya's membership with the magi, and soon after she left the magi and Catholicism altogether. When she left two others left with her, the other two grand-magi that were on her initial investigation team with her. Soon after they left, they returned to NYC. Because the Vatican saw them as Apostates, they froze all their accounts and social security information, forcing them to make money through means less savory. Instead of falling into despair, Raiya and her two peers adopted the shady lifestyle altogether. Through their magic abilities, it wasn't long before they were running the biggest criminal organization in NYC. Raiya still resides to this day in NYC with the other two magi as her right hand women.

Raiya is seemingly devoid of any positive emotion. Her normal demeanor could be described as aloof. She is seen as a hard nosed, unwavering leader. This makes her well respected by her subordinates in the gang she runs. Though, to those who know her well enough she can be lighthearted. She has a short temper and a low tolerance for annoyances. In her annoyed state she has no problem threatening her friends with one of her sushi knives she keeps in her inner coat pocket, or electrocuting them with her magic. She loves Japan, even though she wasn't raised there herself. Her fanaticism for Japan runs so deep that she has Japanese tattoos, and has even taught herself the language perfectly. She is an excellent chef and specializes in Japanese cuisine. Even though she isn't very sociable, the few friends she does have are kept close to her and she protects them.

[User]
"Alright. fair enough." Raiya conceded, "How about this then. 12 rounds, using two guns. I'll use this 1911 and my USP and you use whatever revolvers you want. But they cannot be shot at the same time. We must both use our pistols one after the other. Manainventory is okay to use, but no akimbo." Raiya suggested

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 Felix raised his right eyebrow. "This is good. Very good. You analyze the data you've obtained while I brief Zuri on what we've discovered so far. This is a lot to deal with right before starting a mission. However, it's better we figure this out now rather than risk something catastrophic happening in the future."

[Assistant]
"I suppose that's acceptable." Nemo said as he holstered his short barreled black revolver and spawned his more standard sized silver colored colt. Nemo reached his hand out and used a basic spell to move one of the targets to the side of another, creating two targets for them at an identical distance away.

 "I have to warn you though Raiya, I'm not going to go easy on you." Nemo said, spinning his revolver idly and waiting for the signal to start.

[User] Travis couldn't hide back the quizzical look directed at the Magi, "Having a sample will certainly help uncovering this curse or whatever it really is, however, its not guaranteed to tell us the full story. Honestly it is going to take time to dissect this snippet before coming up with a, practical, solution."

[Assistant]
Felix nodded, "I don't expect an instant miracle. Just do what you can before tomorrow's mission. I'll join you in the lab in a bit." Felix patted Travis on the shoulder before walking past him and stopping at the couch where Zuri was laying.

 Felix sat down on the wooden coffee table that was in front of the sofa Zuri was on so that he could level with her. "Well, how are you feeling, Zuri?" Travis asked.

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 Raiya took in a breath, "Alright." She materialized a small firecracker that looked like a miniature stick of dynamite, the size of Raiya's pinky, which was fairly small. The wick, however, was large, about 10 inches. "We used these fireworks at festivals in Japan. I still have a few left over from a few years ago. It will serve as our start signal. I will also use my manadial to record this competition so we can analyze the results" Raiya grabbed the inlay crystal of the manadial and tossed it up in the air, instead of falling back down to the earth, it hovered in place about twelve feet above the ground, glowing blue. Raiya placed the firecracker in a small mound of soil so that it was stuck facing wick up. She snapped her fingers on the tip of the wick casting a small spark spell that ignited the wick. The spark trailed slowly along the wick with a hissing sound. Raiya readied herself, pistol in hand. After about 14 seconds the firework made a loud pop signifying the start of the competition. Immediately Raiya aimed at the target, firing as fast and consistently as possible. She counted each round, dropping the gun at the sixth round, immediately absorbing it into her mana inventory, trading it out for her USP. It took her an extra 1.8 seconds to retrieve her USP and aim it accurately. She unloaded six rounds, the pistol slide stuck open signifying it was empty. After all was said and done all her bullets hit the target within 12.4 seconds.

[User]
With one his revolvers still in the holster, Nemo kept spinning his main gun until the firework blasted. Nemo abruptly stopped the spin and began to fan fire off all six shots into the target. Once it was empty, Nemo didn't despawn the gun back to his inventory, instead he tossed it high into the air like a juggling pin and drew his other pistol. Nemo proceeded to fan off the second gun's cylinder full of lead into the target as well before catching his first revolver before it hit the ground. The entire ordeal was completely in roughly three seconds. The speed which Nemo fired made the shots almost seem automatic, except for the small break as he drew his next gun.

 After Raiya was done, Nemo spun his silver gun back into it's holster and began to reload his main gun. He had no doubt won the competition, but strangely Nemo wasn't filled with the familiar sensation of accomplishment and pride that he usually felt. Nemo looked over to Raiya now, realizing why. He had always been an extremely competitive person, but in this instance he had really hoped she would win. If winning meant that she would have to lose it really left a bad taste in his mouth.

 "Well, it was a pretty good try, Raiya, but there's a reason my skills have been so highly valued in my time. I certainly paid for them myself as well." Nemo said. "But at least I know people don't call you Lightning Raiya for your gun-play now." Nemo added, putting a hand over his mouth to hold back a chuckle.

[Assistant] Raiya's jaw dropped open as she witnessed the quick speed and accuracy of the shots fired by Nemo. After a moment of silence she bowed her head and held out her hand, spawning a white headband with an imperial japanese red rising sun in the center. She tied the headband around her forehead and knelt down on the ground, sitting down on her legs. She then held out her hand and spawned a traditional wakazashi short knife and pointed it towards her abdomen. "I should have known this would be the result... Well, Nemo, it has been a fun time. Saiyonara." She said as she began inching the blade closer to her abdomen.

[User]
Nemo smacked the blade out of Raiya's hands, emitting nervous laughter as he patted her on the back and removed the headband. "Hey, but on the bright side, I'm sure I can teach you how to carve off some seconds on that trigger finger of yours. Don't be so glum!" He assured.

 "However Raiya, a deal is a deal, winning means you'll have to do a favor for me." He noted. "I can think of a couple different ideas, how about I cash that in right now?" Nemo proposed, marking his face with a sly grin.

[Assistant] Raiya picked up the dagger and the headband and stored them back in her inventory. Standing up, she gave an uncaring smile and shrugged. "Remember what I said, though. The favor has to be within reason. If it's too out there I still have the right to refuse." Raiya answered.


[System]
Leda Storm
Character Quote: "When it rains, look for rainbows. When it's dark, look for stars."

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Character Summary
Aliases: Leddie, Princess Rainbow Unicorn
Age: 16
Birthday: November 28th, 2002
Ethnicity: British
Birth Place: Los Angeles, California
Godly Parent: Iris
Cabin Number: Cabin 14; Year Round Camper
How Many Years At Camp: Two
Gender: Female
Occupation At Camp: Shrine Maintenance and Upkeep
Languages: English, Ancient Greek, Spanish

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Appearance
Height: 5'8"
Weight: 120 pounds
Body Type: Skinny
Eye Color: Blue
Hair Color: Blonde (Rainbows)
Skin Tone: Tanned (Rainbows)
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Scars on her knees
Personal Style: Leda generally will wear a jean jacket, a tie-dyed Camp Halfblood t-shirt, white shorts, and converse sneakers. Any deviation from that usually means that her grandparents are coming to visit her in the United States and they tend to expect a little higher dress for outings. She loves to style her hair and explore with various colors, which makes sense given her godly parent. Of course, even if it is fashionable, it has to be comfortable and practical or she won't wear it. Heels for example are out - monsters would so show up to fight the instant she put them on and she does not want to get permanent blisters.

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Psychology
Creative * Idealistic * Empathetic * Careless * Insightful * Two-Faced

Sexuality: Bisexual
Relationship Status: Dating Rebecca Eventide, Daughter of Hecate
Personality: (One paragraph or more)
Fatal Flaw: Excessive/Personal loyalty
Habits: Fidgeting, braiding and unbraiding her hair
Hobbies: Running
Fears:
* Wasps
* Enclosed Spaces
* Complete Darkness

Likes:
* Reading
* Nature
* Wide Open Areas
* Marshmallows
* Colors
* Sweets
* Celestial Auroras
* Design and Construction
* Comic Books
* Thunderstorms

Dislikes:
* Tripping (fuck you, Zeke)
* Dismissal of any god/goddess
* Bigots
* Modernism
* DC Movies
* Any man who tells her to calm down
* Coffee
* Cliques

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Skills
Demigod Abilities:
* Superhuman Speed
* Rainbow Manipulation

General Skills:
* Greek Mythology
* Singing
* First Aide
* Weaving
* Lock Picking
* Driving (Car)

Combat Skills:
* Sword-Fighting
* Agility
* Endurance
* Flexibility

Magic Item:
* Enchanted Compass: It always points where to go, as long as a question has been asked.
* Ultraviolet: Celestial bronze sword disguised as a necklace, gives off a faint hue that varies depending on Leda's mood

What Do They Carry On Them:
* Clothing - Denim jacket, camp necklace, tie-dyed camp shirt, white shorts, black converse, rainbow socks
* Purse/Wallet - 20 Gold Drachma, picture of her grandparents, $100, £50, driver's license, lucky silver Drachma
* Celestial Bronze Sword (appears as her necklace)
* Witch's Pendant - gift from her girlfriend, Rebecca
* Swiss Army Knife - Celestial Bronze
* Light purple backpack
* Baggie of Ambrosia Squares
* Assorted Twinkies
* Water Bottle
* Enchanted Compass
* Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone

Possessions In Cabin:
* British and American Passports
* Wardrobe of Winter and Summer Clothing
* Shrine Maintenance Kit
* A crate full of Twinkies
* Letter from her mortal mother; unopened
* Kindle
* Celestial Bronze Sword
* Remaining Harry Potter books
* Polaroid Camera
* iPod
* Earbuds

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History
Biography Leda was adopted by her grandparents, as her mother was deemed unfit to raise a child. She was too free spirited and flighty, claiming that Leda didn't have a father and that her mother was a goddess. It was strictly speaking nonsense. Contact from her mother was forbidden and since she a little under two years old when her grandparents took her in, Leda didn't really feel like she missed out on much growing up. She loved her grandparents dearly and they took good care of her - so what that she didn't know her mother or father?

Her grandparents were rather rich and wealthy Brits, living in southern England. They paid for her to attend the very best schools, especially when she was diagnosed with severe dyslexia and ADHD. She could never quite sit still. Her teachers complained that although she was sweet and bright, she was wild and undisciplined. There was some improvement when she joined a running club, discovering that she was easily faster than anyone her age. Yet when she could easily outrun all the other kids without breaking a sweat, she was accused of using performance enhancing drugs and kicked out of the school.

This pattern kept on happening, causing Leda to withdraw slightly into herself. She quit running and would instead sneak out of her house in the middle of the night. Her grandparents, while good to her, were fairly easy to trick as they were getting rather old. She didn't really have any friends and of course, that meant that she had more than enough bullies. One night the bullies were chasing her and she was heading for the water - and something told her to take that leap of faith. She dashed across the water's surface, going faster than she ever had before, as if she were some sort of superhero.

She had never been happier than in that moment.

How Long Have They Been At Camp Half-Blood: Leda didn't tell anyone at first. They would think she was insane - she even went to comic book stores, reading about the Flash and trying to figure out how she could run so quickly. Unfortunately, her scent grew stronger and attracted a group of Empousai. They cornered her in the locker rooms at her school and would have killed her, had her powers not triggered and she blasted them with rainbow light. The monsters crumbled into dust and a satyr located her soon after, taking her to Camp Half-Blood.

As a daughter of Iris, she feels safe staying at camp year round. The entire concept that she didn't actually have a father but rather a divine mother still confuses her... Yet given that Iris doesn't have a cult of worship, Leda has gotten interested in the restoration and maintenance of shrines to all gods and goddesses, minor and major. She created one for her mother.

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Additional Information
Theme Song: E.T. by Katy Perry
Extra Information:
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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🌈 Leda Storm 🌈

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Location: Cyclops Manor - Outside ->> the Road ->> Motel 6 - Greensboro, North Carolina
Skills: Driving (Car)

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 "Yeah well if you break my compass, I'll feed you to the cleaning harpies," Leda warned Kristin. She was a bit protective over her things, but she again wasn't stupid. She knew that staring at the compass constantly and looking at maps while trying to drive would just be a distraction, a risk. Besides, Kristin's mother was the goddess of battle strategy - maybe that applied to finding the best route to get to a motel as well. Once everyone was buckled up, Leda adjusted her seat, making sure that she was the appropriate distance from the steering wheel. She was extremely tired, but the nerves of driving gave her a jolt better than a Red Bull. She didn't consider either Kristin or Zeke to be her friends, yet she didn't want to make a fool of herself in front of them... and she didn't want to get them killed either.

 Once they were on the road, Leda turned on the radio and started scanning through the stations, constantly hitting skip until she landed on a station playing Billie Eilish. She could live with that. "Couple of cyclopses with antiquated ideas of gender norms," she answered Zeke. "Once we get some distance between us and the house, I'll stop for gas. And then look for a motel."

 She rolled down the driver's side window slightly, letting the night air drift in and tickle her face, helping her to stay alert. The drive was long and it was late into the night, about ten o'clock, when they pulled into a Motel 6 parking lot in North Carolina. They had gone about 200 miles from Virginia. About halfway through, Leda had stopped to get gas and buy some snacks from a 7-11. She parked the car and killed the ignition, slipping the keys into her pocket. "I got about $80 left - you two?" she asked. She had spent $20 at the 7-11. An empty can of Red Bull was on the ground by her feet. "And 50 quid, but I doubt they take that..."

[Assistant]
Ezekiel Kel

Location: Motel 6 -- Greensboro, North Carolina
Skills:

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 Ezekiel listened to his own music for most of the way, although he did tune in when Billie Eilish came on. He yawned and stretched when they finally made it to the motel. ]"Drachma only on my end so I suppose that means I get stuck in the truck ya?" Ezekiel was a full time student at camp so he didn't generally have the US currency on him. It didn't matter much to Ezekiel where he slept anyways. If he could drive he probably would have taken over for Leda for as long as he can. They were on a deadline after all and stopping didn't seem like the best idea to him. It just gave monsters more time to find them.
 "Although I wouldn't mind stealing a shower in the morning," he noted. If they were going to stop in a hotel, may as well use the running water to his advantages. He started to shift his pack to make a pit of a pillow so it would be a bit more comfortable. At least in this vehicle you could tuck the seat belts away so they weren't digging into your back.

[User]
Kristin Reynolds

Location: Cyclopes Junkyard/Pasture, -> Motel 6 - Greensboro, North Carolina
Skills: N/A

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Kristin leaned back while occasionally looking at the compass on the dashboard watching it rather closely during the whole car ride, she didn't really like Billie Elish's music. But Leda was the only one who had a drivers license out of the two of them, so she'd be fine with it, she rolled the window down and let her arm hang out enjoying the cool night air as well. Looking at the clock was around ten in the evening, she was getting pretty tired as well and luckily they were able to refuel and find a Motel 6 nearby as well. Kristin climbed out of the truck and stretched slightly letting out a slight yawn.

She pulled out her wallet and looked at the fifty dollar bill she had on her, looking at Leda asking about how much money they had left on them. "I have a fifty and thirty drachma on me. It should be enough for us to sleep for the night." Kristin said, while looking over at Zeke, though she didn't like him that much she didn't want him to end up getting killed by a monster while sleeping in the truck by himself, Kristin handed Leda back her compass. "You really should come in with us, sleeping alone isn't really smart at all." Kristin said to him and looked at Leda. "Lets go and get checked in." She said as she made her way towards the office of the building itself, inside she saw an older looking man watching some hockey on the TV.

"Hi there, i'd like a two bedroom please?" Kristin said as she handed her part of the money onto the counter, and once Leda gave the man her portion as well he handed Kristin the motel room key. "Last room on the second floor." He said as he went back to his game, Kristin nodded and made her way towards their assigned room, inside was pretty basic, a microwave, two beds and a futon as well in the corner of the room.

[Assistant]
🌈 Leda Storm 🌈

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Location: Motel 6 - Greensboro, North Carolina
Skills: N/A

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 Leda raised an eyebrow as Zeke said he'd stay in the truck, only stealing a shower in the morning. "Sounds like a bloody brilliant way to get yourself killed," she couldn't help but say. It wasn't nearly as nice as Kristin's thoughts on the situation, but Leda didn't care. Demigods were in grave danger every time they left Camp Half-blood, especially in groups. Three demigods in one spot was about the largest number they could really do safely in her opinion. If Zeke were to sleep outside by himself in the truck, what happened if a monster came? Who would save his skin?

 She followed Kristin into the motel, each step feeling almost unnatural. Her body was incredibly tired and exhausted, as she was running on fumes. Leda barely even had detailed memories of driving them here for three hours, as most of the road had ended up blending together. She let out an exhausted yawn as she gave her portion of the money over to the motel clerk. As soon as Kristin unlocked their room and they headed inside, she dropped her bag down on one of the beds. She kicked off her shoes and crawled into the bed. "Night, losers," she mumbled, before falling asleep in seconds. She hadn't even crawled underneath the blankets. Her hat covered her head and her face was smooshed into the pillows.


[System]
Race: Human

Appearance:

Personality: Born a military brat, Caiden is a man who lives by the code. At least, while he was on the job. Though he is honest, his penchant for loyalty has taken a strong hit with his forced resignation from the force.
Caiden is a man of action. You won't find him hanging in front of the tv, or settled down with a good book. He has a passion for fitness, working out when off-duty to keep himself into shape. Another source of relaxation that Caiden turns to, would be the local nightlife. No matter where "local" would be for him at any time during his deployments, he would find time to hit the bars.

Skills: Give the man a gun, and he'll blow you away. An excellent marksman through and through, there doesn't seem to be a weapon that Caiden can not handle. From the old-fashioned shotguns from earth, to the high-tec Revenant Assault guns favoured by the force, he knows his way around them.
Still, his fighting skill does not stop at merely guns. A firm believer in being prepared for the worst, Caiden is also adept in hand to hand, favouring techniques relying on strength over those depending on agility. Though he is far from a wooden figure, he is not particularly light on his feet.

Equipment:
Assault Rifle – The RX-74 Ravager, a semi-automatic rifle packing large rounds. Kitted out with stability dampers and a thermal scope, he favours the gun for longer-distance gunfights, or providing cover for others.
Heavy Pistol – AQX Avenger. Though by now almost hopelessly outdated, Caiden's heavy pistol still packs quite the punch. Passed down to him by his father, one would almost think he carries it purely out of sentiment. Do not be mistaken, however. The Avenger is a highly accurate and reliable pistol that can cause plenty of damage.
Small Explosives etc – Part of the standard bounty-hunter kit -if there were such a thing -, Caiden carries a few small grenades of several types, including smoke, tear-gas and flash-bangs.
Sundries: Handcuffs, Torch, Communication device.

Bio: Caiden was born to a militairy family, with both his father and mother serving. While he was young, his mother temporarily stepped back from the action to take care of him. She was, however, not much of a housewife. Even to four-year old Caiden, it was clear that she was itching to get back in action. By the time he turned five, his mother had once again resumed active duty.

Caiden followed up in his parents' footsteps. Aged 15, he enrolled himself into the militairy space program, keen to join the ranks. Despite a mere-average intelligence in academics, he rose through the ranks quite quickly by merit of his above average marksman ship and excellent tactics.
He was facing a promising future, with promotion almost within grasp when he first got tangled with Kahjo. Now, that future is all but shattered. Facing dishonourable discharge when his indiscretions surfaced, he begrudgingly resigned. With no other real skills but the life that he knew, Caiden turned to the life of a bounty hunter.

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T here's a start. I shall edit it a bit more later.

[User]
It took a crew to fly a spaceship. Sure, a shuttle could be manned by one, or, if you had the know-how or the money to man it with AI, then there was always that option. Sadly, it wasn't an option that Caiden could afford. Not by a long shot. The amount of credits it took was far beyond his wage. It certainly didn't help he had lost his one steady source of income.

Even though it had been months, there was no denying that Caiden was still bitter about his severance from the force. He had loved the job. It was in his blood. It was in his genes, goddamnit. All stripped away from him over a stupid indiscretion. How was he supposed to know the woman he had met in a club, had been a wanted criminal? Was he supposed to background-check every woman he was considering to screw?

It certainly had been overkill to force his resignation. Certainly some disciplinary action, a little tap on the wrist, would have been sufficient. Instead, his whole career at the force had been destroyed. He was told he had been lucky he had been given the choice of resignation, for a dishonourable discharge would've ruined his career in virtually any field, too. Not that it would've mattered much. Caiden's heart had been in the army. There was no other carreer he wanted to pursue. Nor were there many he was qualified for.

When it came down to it, he was a man of action, not thoughts. He had no real diplomas, no real academic achievements to write down on his CV. For over twenty years, the army had been his life. He had grown up in it, trained in it, worked in it. And now, he had been spat out by it as well. Left to the side like yesterday's leftovers. Penniless and prospect-less.

And he really would've loved the pennies right now to afford an AI crew.

"Seriously, Micraea, if you don't drop it now, I will drop you at the nearest space station." Caiden groaned, indexfinger and thumb rubbing his temples.

"I'm just saying, Caiden. I don't think it's healthy to be chasing after your ex." The stone-faced woman spoke, shaking her head slightly.

"Scrap that. I'll throw you straight out of the airlock." The man grumbled, sending the Kayrhad woman a slight glare. Of course, the threat seemed rather idle. At an imposing 8 feet height and with an almost frighting amount of muscle, Micraea was anything but microscopic. Yet, her appearance was deceiving. As rough and intimidating as she appeared, it did not stop her from trying to mother him on occasion. And Caiden did not want to hear it.

"I'm concerned, Caiden. It;s too personal. The woman broke your heart" Micraea spoke.

"She didn't break my heart. She ruined my career. There's a huge difference."

"You cared for her."

"I did not. She was just a screw. And not even a particularly good one." Caiden shot back.

The look the woman gave him made it clear she did not believe.

"Whatever." Caiden grumped. "That's not what this is about any way. This is about the bounty. There's a huge bounty upon that perky little arse, and I'm going to cash it. This is business. Nothing more, nothing less. And if anything, she has this coming to her."

"If you say so." Micraea merely shrugged. Shaking her head slightly, the tall alien turned her attention back to the console before her, large body cramped in the somewhat small space. For a few minutes, a slightly heavy silence lingered between them.

"So, we stick to the plan." Caiden spoke. The Kayrhad nodded.

[Assistant]
The ground beneath Kahjo started to come into focus, at long last. The fall through the atmosphere of the unknown planet had been frigid, with the outside of Kahjo's fingers currently turning blue - from the cold and not from her genetics as a Thuboisii half-breed. She pulled the toggle for the parachute to open. Nothing happened. Well... fuck. Kahjo twisted as she fell, tumbling in a demented forward-roll fashion, trying to grab hold of wherever the backup cord was to be found. By the time the thief had found the life-saving toggle, the ground was looking scarily close. Thankfully when she yanked on it this time, the parachute shot out of her pack and sprung into action, thankfully slowing down the alarming speed she was approaching the ground below at.

Letting out a sigh of relief, Kahjo took her physical condition into action, giving herself the once over as she drifted lower and lower. The explosion from the Navy shuttle and it's ensuing blast of debris had earned the notorious criminal quite a few cuts and abrasions, the worst of which was a nasty looking gash across her ribs that blood was flowing out of, drenching her clothing. Indeed, the blood had made it's way down the expanse of her torso and was currently running down her leg, heading straight for her black, leather boots.

Kahjo looked down at the landscape below, looking for a good place to land. The sight that met her emerald coloured eyes didn't please her. Nope, not one bit. For as far as her eyes could see from her high vantage point, there was only desert. Sand, a few rocky outcroppings and oh, more sand. Grrreat. Kahjo steered her descent to what looked like the flattest area to use as a runway for her landing. The landing was less than smooth, the sand giving way underneath Kahjo's feet making her stumbled and trip, causing the parachute strings to wrap around her. When she eventually stopped rolling, she looked like a fish caught in a fisherman's net. Letting out a groan of irritation, she started slicing her way out with the help of her trusty taser-knives that were strapped to her knuckles.

Stretching, Kahjo winced at the sting her wound, now full of sand, was causing her. She would have to cauterise the wound with some of her chemicals that she kept for bomb making in her messenger-style bag. It certainly wouldn't do to loose too much blood and become light headed - the sun would already take care of that. Kahjo made her way over to a rocky outcrop that had a slight overhang to it, offering the injured woman a sliver of shade from the blazing sun and heat. She slumped against the stone and reached into her bag, then started pulling apart a grenade bomb and mixing it with a viscous, purple liquid. Kahjo watched it as it sizzled, then lifted up her top, trying not to wince as she did so. This is gonna hurt... And it did. She had to bite her lip hard to not cry out when the concoction of the chemical cocktail touched her skin. It would be painful for several more days before it finally started to heal and scar, but at least for now the wound was closed and there was little chance of infection. As for the smell of her blood attracting any lurking, hungry predators, she was out of luck on that one. Kahjo cringed, taking into account all her blood splattered garments. Grumbling, she stood up and look around.

"Well, I better get a move on..." Kahjo mumbled to herself, then started moving towards the mountains she had seen on her descent.


[System]
Age: 44

Sex: Male

Position within The Imperium of Man: Imperial Navy

Armor:
- Salvaged Carapace/Flak Mix: With a scavenged and repainted Carapace breastplate, Stukov's piecemeal mix of Navy issue Flak armor and the harder, less flexible carapace over his core is as best a compromise that he can get his hands on between ease of maintenance, protection, and maneuverability.

Weapons:
- Accatran Pattern, Mark XI Combat Shotgun: Standard issue shotgun for Armsman in the Imperial Navy, fine tuned over a life serving on Naval craft. Personally altered and tweaked, mostly in performance and handling, it has seen everything that Stukov has, and carried him through it all. Notably, he can load and fire various specialized munitions that can be loaded into any other standard model of shotgun, though outside keeping a handful of slugs and specially blessed buckshot, he doesn't normally carry unique ammo.
- Naval Pistol: A heavy, large caliber auto pistol unique to the Imperial Navy. Despite attempts by Guard forces to acquire their own as a souvenir, Stukov kept his hands on his own issued pistol. Sturdy enough for use in melee, and often paired with chain-cutlass it serves well, though not as openly as the shotgun or chain-cutlass.
- Chain-Cutlass: Formally known as a Hydraphur-Pattern Chainsword, the Chain-Cutlass was a more recent addition to Stukov's kit, coming with his appointment to Senior Armsman, a position also known as a Sergeant at Arms, and replaced his combat knife. While not as long as a standard Imperial Chainsword, having a shorter curved blade, the weapon's more compact size in comparison is highly prized in tight quarters.
- Concussion Grenades: Keeping several handy, these grenades rely on the shockwave from the detonation, which is coupled with deafening noise, instead of fragmentation of sheer shattering power alone. The lack of damage to hulls or other vital components, but continuing to be able to leave typical foes dead or disorientated to the point of being easy pickings. Proper armor could protect against such things, but the shockwave and audible damage made an alternate approach to typical armor.

Equipment:
- Micro-bead
- Data-slate
- Re-breather
- Grapnel Launcher

Personality:
 Stukov remains a rather steady figure in near any sort of situation, though his attitude is not exactly what one would consider professional. Always having nicknames for anyone he works alongside, sometimes several at a time depending on the person, he tends to be fairly blunt on matters, covering what needs to be covered without wasting time or mincing words. He doesn't brook trouble from other allies, having survived some of absolute worst nightmares a Voidsman can have, and has a special place of sheer hate for the forces of Chaos in his heart, more so than typical of loyal Imperial servants. Beyond this, he tends to carry himself with the kind of confidence that comes from far too much experience and surviving to see such experiences forged into senior combat abilities. He doesn't talk much about his time serving on board Naval vessels, given the rather unfortunate series of experiences, but that doesn't make him any less proud of his survival and service, even if he isn't ever going to be quite comfortable planetside, not completely.

Characters Theme Song:

Characters Voice:

Specifically the Cat.

[User]
"Handling dangerous warp artifacts directly is a job better suited for a Ministorum Priests." Adrianne whined, and she knew that her complaint was at least halfway justified.

While a trained psyker like her knew far more about how relics touched by the warp functioned, she also knew for a fact that daemons found the souls of grumpy old ecclesiarchs far less palatable than that of a psyker. If anything, while a psyker might be compared to daemon lure, a priest was the opposite.

Yet despite any misgivings she might have had about the idea, it seemed that their part time techno heretek was actually doing a good job with making the box!

"I've prepared THE BOX!"

Adrianne looked it over. She wanted to point out a flaw with it, but it was actually a reasonable build!

"This might work, in case things go awry!" She muttered with a faint tone of disbelief in the back of her voice. She turned towards the tome. Holding up her gloved hand, she formed her fingers into an intricate, arcane gesture. Then, she muttered a low chant, and for a moment it was as if the breath of everyone in the room was stolen from their lungs for a moment as a faint, barely visible barrier of air or some warp addled sorcery surrounded the tome; flickering in and out of existence at random.

Then one of her servo skulls snaked down from the air above; its spine-like metallic tail curling around the tome before carrying it through the room and depositing it into the waiting box prepared by Medaira. Adrianne then cautiously applied the faintest bit of her telekinetic power to close the lid from a distance and depress the buttons to activate the sealing process with a hiss of escaping air from the makeshift container.

"It should be sealed, but I recommend people keeping as great of a distance as practical from the box during transport." Adrianne started to explain, as her second servo skull floated towards the box; the two servo skulls locking their spine like tails onto the box and using their gravitational repulsors to carefully lift it off the table.
"In fact, with the way items touched by the warp may work, it would be best if you refrain from even looking or thinking about the box or what's within as much as possible. Emotions and thoughts can be as much vectors for chaos corruption as physical touch."

For a moment, the ashen haired psyker paused; before smiling encouragingly at the group as she held up a finger.

"But don't worry, that's just to be safe. Emperor willing, I suspect this tome is only a threat if anyone tries to use it." She added, before nodding towards Andromedai.
"It has been secured. Just make sure no one shoots down my skulls."

[Assistant]
"All of those countless years within the Mechanicus truly show with this superbly crafted containment box." responded Andromedai with a smirk spread across the features of her face. She still held onto the helmet of her armor with her left hand, but it had been heavily damaged from the prior battle, and would not function correctly even if she did have it equipped. "All joking aside, you did quite an impressive job with what resources and time you had, thank you." Andromedai gave a nod of her head in thanks before motioning for the retinue to move out and follow behind her. Once they had stepped back into the dome shaped room, the Sister of Battle would carefully step over the debris while responding to Adrianne. "You see the problem with saying that Adrianne, is that if you tell someone not to think about something, there is a good chance that they will do just that. Anyway, I trust you much more than the Ministorum Priests, just don't repeat that to anyone. Thank you for your assistance in securing the tome as well. Stukov, you are as vigilant as ever, but I think it's time to move out." said Andromedai with a bit more emotion in her voice than normal. By the time she had finished speaking, the retinue had walked back out of the cultist's hidden base, and into the open air. The night had fallen across the land and the cool, calming serenity had taken its place. While everything in the local area seemed to be under control, something still felt off. They could hear music, see lights, hear the sound of happy chatter.

"Does anyone know what ... oh you have to be kidding me." said Andromedai, actually placing the palm of her right hand over her face and sighing, "It is Sanguinalla, which would explain all of the energy I feel in the air, and the music, and the lights, and so on." The Celestian would place her helmet onto her head and then clap her hands together, "Alright then! Here is what we are going to do. There is a very fancy and expensive restaurant I like to go to on rare occasions such as this. We are going to go there and have dinner, feel free to order whatever you would like. Then we are going to walk around the city for the rest of the evening and enjoy the celebrations before heading to a specialty store that sells very rare goods from all across the Imperium of man. I will be covering everything you all wish to buy this evening, so please enjoy yourselves. Oh and Stukov, please don't shoot Maya, you will see why shortly." The ship was waiting exactly where they had left it thankfully, and Solares with onboard with Maya, who had removed her helmet and had it sitting upon her lap. From where she was sitting, no one would be able to view the woman without her helmet untill they walked past her.

"I forgot it was Sanguinalla, Solares and Maya, all of this Chaos bullshit is catching up with me it seems." said Andromedai as she moved to the pilots seat once more and motioned for Adrianne to take the co-pilots position. Arianne would be the first to see that Maya was something special, and most defiantly not a human. She was, in fact, an Aeldari Farseer. Maya merely kept herself occupied with a data-pad that was in her hands, going through pages of information. Solares had remained silent at Andromedai's comment, but Maya laughed softly before going back to what she was doing. Once everyone was strapped into their seats, Andromedai would engage the Typhons engines and the craft would swiftly take off into the air. Once Andromedai had decided they had reached a safe enough altitude, they could easily see that the city of Dalenarth had practically changed over the course of four hours, and was much more active and cheerful than before. The restaurant they would be eating at could easily been seen due to how lit up it was and the heavy amount of decorations that surrounded and covered it. Dark colors with hints of gold and red covered the exterior of the large, oddly shaped building. Upon the outside of it were the words [Saints Respite] in a glowing golden light that illuminated the night.

"That is where we will be having dinner." said Andromedai as she pointed at the impressive display below. There was an empty platform nearby that the ship was landed on, and once it had touched down, Andromedai quickly got up out of her seat and motioned for everyone to follow her out of the Typhon and into the building where already the intoxicating smell of exquisite food could be found. The two guards who were actually armed but wearing clean and fancy outfits opened the doors for them as they approached, welcoming the retinue to Saint's Respite, and hoping they had a very enjoyable evening.


[System]
Age: 16

Gender: Female

Appearance:

Nationality: Japanese/American living in America.

Favorite Gundam Series: She's never actually sat down with any of the Anime or Manga. The actual lore of Gundam doesn't interest her. As such she tends to build completely divorced from any unintentional restrictions being lore savvy might put on her.

That said, she has a preference for U.C. Mobile Suits.

Personality:
Yuki tends to be rather quiet around new people. Common interests can and do mitigate this, and once she warms up to some one she opens people find a polite and friendly. 'Quiet' doesn't mean 'doormat' though, and she won't put up with some one trying to bully her.

History:
Yuki was born to a Japanese man and American woman, and her mother, was willing to play along and be a 'good wife' for a time. It wasn't until her father started telling Yuki that 'proper girls don't do such things' and forbidding her from pursuing things she was interested in that her mother dropped the act of the 'good wife' and the fighting started, and the fights quickly expanded to be about more then just the stiffing of Yuki's interests

Yuki was 13 when the fighting started to get real bad. So much so that she began to sneak out to get away from it. It was during one of these 'escapes' that she wandered into a hobby shop to get out of a sudden, heavy rain. Yuki had been aware of the Gunpla crazy, but hadn't really paid it much mind, she figured her father would just yell at her if she show any interest in it, but she there she was in a hobby shop, and away from him.

Yuki watched as a pair of fighters squared off in a rather intense dual that left both Gunpla totaled, after which the two combatants sat down and chatted about the fight like they'd been watching it on TV or something. Needless to say, it blew her mind, she was used how her parents fought after all. By the time her parents noticed she was and came looking for her, Yuki had already put a Zaku II together and was in the battle room learning how to make the thing move from one of the fighters she'd watched and approached with a battery of questions.

Her mother found her first, and instead of immediately taking Yuki home she let her finish what was very clearly a lesson. It'd been a long time since she'd seen Yuki genuinely happy anyway, she didn't want to spoil it. The fighting continued as per usual, and Yuki sneaking out during them became common, the search almost always ending at the hobby shop. Yuki coming home from school late also became common. In that Hobby shop she'd found sanctuary.

The Marriage last only another few months before her father made good on his threat to kick them both out, Yuki, like her mother, having become openly defiant, especially when if came to her new Gunpla hobby. The last straw coming from him breaking her Zaku II with a hammer and Yuki punching him in the face, breaking his nose, and when her mother refused to punish Yuki or let him punish her, he threw them both out, and true to the reply Yuki's mother had always made to the threat of being throw out, they where in America less then a week later.

Once they had settled in, and Yuki contacted her friends back in Japan to let them know she'd arrived safely and where settled in, Yuki began looking for a new 'sanctuary', and finding it in a fairly good sized independent hobby shop.

Now, a couple years later, her mother remarried, and her step father is an actual 'father' to her, and her new baby brother. She is a fixture at the hobby shop as well, and in the local tournament scene, and is know for some creative builds, even her 'straight builds' usually do, have one or two things they wouldn't normally do just to screw with people, earning her the nickname 'Sleeping Beauty' due to her leaning toward changing what the Gunpla does rather then changing how it looks.

But the fates would see her back in Japan, as an invitation to the Akihabara Academy made it's way to a very confused Yuki.

Gunpla Info
Hi Nu 'Noblesse'

Yuki's Hi Nu is based on a Gunpla she swears she's seen somewhere before, but can't seem to find proof of it existing leading her friends, and eventually Yuki her self to believe it was never real and she just dreamed it up, and they all agreed a Gunpla as awesome as the one she described shouldn't remain confined to Yuki's head.

Which was fine till she started building it and realized, out side how it looked, she knew nothing about it. Plus, she was also not a fan of White and Blue. With all that in mind she decided to keep how it looks, but paint it in her own colors and add her own systems.

Scale: 1/144

Based from: Hi Nu Gundam

Gundam Appearance

Weapons;
Head Vulcans
x1 Hi Beam Rifle
x2 Hi Beam Sabers
x1 Hyper Bazooka
x2 'Regality' Gunblades
x6 Fin Funnels
x1 Hyper Shield

Special features
Anti-NTD system;
It protects the Fin Funnels from the controlling effects of the NTD system of the Unicorn Gundam line, thus preventing them from being taken over and turned against her, again.

Fin Funnels;
The Fin Funnels are pretty standard for the Nu line, they shoot, and can make an energy shield. The difference between hers and others is in the number of Fin Funnels needed to make an energy shield, she only needs 2 of her 6 to form a barrier. Naturally, more Funnels dedicated to the shield the stronger it'll be. They also are part of her Gunpla's 'finisher' that also involves the Hyper Shield.

Hyper Shield;
The Hyper Shield has been modified into an arm mounted triple beam cannon/booster when attached to the back. The three Beam Cannons are linked to fire all at once and the charge cycle prevents rapid fire (one burst every 30 seconds). When attached to the back, they act as three extra boosters to make the Gundam go faster when need be.

The Fin Funnels can also 'dock' on the shield, boosting it offensive power to that of a Twin Buster Rifle. Yuki hasn't quite got the bugs worked out of this yet, so after firing she loses the use of her Funnels and Beam Cannons.

Regality Gunblades;
A pair of swords with a Beam Rifle built into the guard. They can also be used as an extra pair of Funnels, called 'Sword Bits' if need be.

Gunpla Info
Skull Heart

Yuki's Skull Heart was a gift from her step father, though at the time he was still just her mothers boyfriend. He had found out about her hobby and at first, didn't get the appeal of playing with plastic models, but it made Yuki happy so he let her have her fun.

It wasn't till he went down to the hobby shop one day to pick her up on the way to the store to get something for dinner that he finally 'got it', walking into her mid battle, Yuki, running a Stark Jegan equipped with a pair of shoulder cannons and armor mounted beam gatlings in addition to the usual load out vs a custom Red Frame Gundam Astray decked out with a DRAGOON system and Beam Rifle from a Legend Gundam.

Yuki lost that fight, but just shrugged it off. The pair of them ended up talking about the fight, Gunpla Battle, and Building as the walked the store as they picked out something for dinner. He, along with Yuki's mother attended a few of her tournaments. He bought her the Skull Heart to cheer her up after a particularly hard fought loss to another girl running a Reborns Gundam, picking that one due to him remembering her mentioning she was planning on getting one at dinner.

Yuki has since used it as something of a 'test' suit for a few ideas she's had based on things she's encountered, like the I-Field the Beam Markers, that the Skull Heart thankfully came with. So while they work, she's not gotten the bugs 100% out of her ideas yet.

Scale: 1/144

Based from:
Crossbone X-1 Fullcloth Kai Kai 'Skull Heart'

Gundam Appearance

Weapons:
Head Vulcans
x2 Machine Cannons
x2 Beam Saber
x2 Heat Daggers
x1 Peacock Smasher
x1 Muramasa Blaster
x1 Beam Zanber
x1 Buster Gun
x2 Beam Markers
x2 Scissor Anchors

Special features:

Skull Head Reflectors;
The I-Field Generators on the X-1 FCs shoulder skulls have been modified to not only protect the suit from Beam attacks, but reflect them back at the person who fired them, like an I-Field though, it has no effect on ballistic weapons. It also can not be left on as the field it puts up will throw the suits own shots back at it.

Gunpla Info;
Sengoku Astray, Yuki Custom

Yuki's Astray came about purely at random, being not a huge fan of 'champion' kits and less so of the Astray line it self. But when she encountered the kit on a trip to a local hobby shop after transferring to the school, she had a sudden 'burst' of inspiration and picked the kit up, to build what she refers to as an 'in kit' custom, which is making a custom suit, with out using an extra parts from a different kit.

Weapons;
X 2 High Frequency Blades

Special Systems;

Reflector I-Field;
Taken from her Full Cloth, the Reflector field works in the exact same manner. It reflects energy based weapons fired from angle back at the source, and since the Astray has no ranged weapons, let alone energy based weapons, it is not prevented from attacking while the field is active.

High Frequency Blades;
A concept taken from other anime, and video games, and is something Yuki had been working on for a while now and works the same way as described in those other media. Plavisky Particles send a charge through the blade, giving it the appearance of being electrified and causing the blade to vibrate at an ultra high frequency to boost it cutting power well past the average Beam Saber. The blades have been treated and strengthened so they don't shatter from their own vibration.

Notes;
The Astray has no thrusters anywhere on it. Since the movement is controlled by the particles and the thrust is just special effects Yuki has designed it to not rely on thrusters for maneuvering.

Gunpla Info;
Burning Destiny Gundam

Despite the rather 'hype' sounding name, Yuki is pretty 'meh' about this build. It's a custom she built for a class, but it hasn't turned out quiet like she wanted looks wise due to time constraints and kit incompatibility leaving her feeling a little detached from the build as it's not the best she could have done, this has been made worse by the fact that she has to use it in the schools tournament.

Side Note;
All the shiny green are meant to be Particle Condensers

Weapons;
X 2 Beam Sabers

Special Systems;

Wings of Light;
The Wings of Light, taken from the Destiny Gundam, function as part of the Burning Destiny's main gimmick, something Yuki calls 'stance dancing', or switching between different modes for different situations.

The Wings of Light are the 'Speed' mode, and boost the Gunplas speed by a 6 times, double that of Trans-Am

Super Mode/Hyper Mode;
A system from the Burning/God Gundam, it functions as Burning Destiny's 'Offensive' mode, boosting the attack power of the Gunpla by once again, 6 times.

Hyper mode is achieved when both the Wings of Light and Super mode are active at the same time, Boosting the Attack, Speed and Defensive stats of the Gunpla by a factor of 10. The draw back to this is Hyper Mode forces whats know as 'Assimilation', meaning feed back from damage taken is relayed to Yuki. It also turned the Gunpla Gold, with the Green Condensers turning Red

'Ki Drive';
Orginally, the Destiny's Palma Fiocina Beam Cannons, Yuki has tweaked them making them compatible with the Burning/God Gundams more 'Ki' like attack style. Allowing her to fire off smaller 'Ki' blasts rapidly, or charge up a big blast Dragon Ball Z style.

Note worthy attacks are.

Spiral Wave;
Short range energy burst emitted from the palm and has the range of your average Beam Saber, and as the name implys, it spins. It should be noted that if using both hands that the energy from one hand will spin in the opposite direction of the other (one twists clock wise, the other counter clock wise).

Burning Knuckle/Tyrant Knuckle;
Yuki's Version of Burning/God Finger, and yes, she's aware of Terry Bogard. The primary difference between her's and Domon's (and Terrys) is the lack of wind up time, and the lack of 'omph' behind them, this isn't going to finish off an Gunpla in one shot (unless it's poorly built).

Tyrant Knuckle on the other hand, IS the finisher. It has all the same wind up time is Burning/God Finger, only with out the speech, and more using the other hand to set you up for it. What Yuki generally does here is upper cut to the gut hard enough to life the target off its feet, usually using Burning Knuckle, and while they're hanging, punch said target in the face or collar area with the Tyrant Knuckle that's been charging.

Tyrant Wave;
Sekiha Tenkiyoken, by way of a little girl, with a minimal tolerance level for BS. this is the 'ranged' finisher and easily on par with the Twin Buster Rifle at full strength, and well above it in Hyper Mode. However it's major draw back is the wind up for it, even in Hyper mode it takes a few moments to charge up, and unlike Tyrant Knuckle, which can be charged while in motion, Tyrant Wave can not, or rather, she can't be actively moving the Gunpla her self (IE drifting in space is fine, trying to charge it while flying or running is not)

[User] "Astray.0 Custom Civilian astray, my only suit as of right now." Kyo explained, looking between the two of them. The hoodied person held out the clear tube that held and protected the astray which was locked to a stand. "Guess i was doing something right with this fodder of a suit to get invited to the school." they said, waiting on the rest of the group to decide to find out their room.

[Assistant] "I see well now that its all been settled how about we go look for our dorm and at least settle down for a bit." Verdi stated as she got up and went towards the wall where they kept the listing. Not looking to see if they were following or not she headed towards the wall though it seemed that each team had a dorm and was set to live in while they attended the academy.