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Gender: Female
Race: Human
Age: 31
Height: 5' 7"
Weight: 125 lbs
Alignment: Chaotic Good
Significant Other: Hugh Van Halder
Hair color, texture, length, style: Dirty ash blonde with layers from ears to shoulders. Her hair is usually worn with shorter layers crimped and pulled back with a few loose strands around her face, the longer layers are curled under and left loose falling to her shoulders.

Eye look, shape & color: Milk Chocolate with amber specks, round eyes with a slight slant at the outer corners.

Skin Tone: Tanned with olive undertones.

Body Type: Toned body over all with very defined arm muscles.

Voice/Accent: Her voice has a tad deeper intonation than most women and is slightly raspy. Though not skilled in the magical arts of her people Sana has a stunningly beautiful voice when she sings but it is something that she rarely ever does.

Clothing: She wears a very simple halter top made of tanned leather that tied around the back of her neck and is trimmed in a deep brown rawhide. She wears a matching shorts that is slit on each side of her thighs as to not to hinder her movements. Her boots are a soft suede material that come up to just below her knees and lace up the entire way, soft soles, no heels. She wears a sheer mantle that flows to the ground and is trimmed in the same material as her halter top, usually pulled over her arms to hide their definition.

Armor: Snake Band Arm Cuff with Enchanted Garnet (Barkskin)

Weapons: She carried one small dagger that is used for cutting up meat before cooking for the most part though is works as a throwing dagger if need be. Nothing special about it, the blade is 6 inches of plain steel while the hilt is carved oak. Her other and main weapon is a Recurve Bow that was hand carved for her, she uses cedar arrows that resist warping. Silver Dagger found in the chest of a Liches Layer.

Spells: None

Natural Abilities: Agility, acrobatics, gymnastics, ambidextrous

Skilled: Excellent marksman with a bow and skilled dagger thrower. Knows some close combat fighting, using her bow in a staff like manner. When weaponless Sana will use her knowledge of acrobatics and gymnastics, combined with her agility, to attack and defend herself.

Personality: Quiet and untrusting, hard to get close to. She prefers to be left alone and detests asking for help. A very stubborn woman who prefers to do things alone than in a group. She can be quite volatile if provoked and tends to be a bit moody.

History: She comes from a wandering band of gypsy that she left long ago for she refused to become what they wanted her to be. Another dancer and entertainer for the group. She was a tom boy growing up who preferred to spend time with a bow and arrow than a person. Though she never sought the way of her people she is very defensive of them and knows their ways. Skilled in song, dance, showmanship. Nothing traumatic happened during her childhood or growing up but being the typical teenager, hated what her parents wanted for her and in the end left those she knew for a world she wanted to know.

After she reached maturity she decided to leave the home and family she knew and set out on her own. Over the years she has worked in various towns trading furs from animals she has killed on her journeys and worked mercenary from time to time as wars broke out, utilizing her skills as a marksman. Currently she wanders the land hunting and selling fur when she reaches a new town.
(A more in-depth history can be provided if needed.)

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Drizzak

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The smaller goblin sat on the step of the wagon as his mutagen finally wore off. His nice new skull adornment had been stolen right off of his head, rather painfully and now he let out a sigh as his draconic, ogre-like physique faded, looking down as his club-handed arms shrunk down to skinny claws once more, shedding of their scales like bark falling from a tree. Pale and ashen once again, a stark remind of his goblin heritage. His low mood quickly faded as he began to mix up another batch of his vile chemicals. The familiar firelight glowed from the vials as he packed them into his costume once more, as he donned it from where it had been thrown into the wagon when the short gnoll slaughter had finished.

The small goblin scratched at his side, now his chipper draconic self again. For a while he stared at the others in the party, seemingly unfazed by the previous floating sphere that had sailed past them. Was it above his understanding, or was he just too headstrong to care? Did he honestly believe himself able to dominate such an unearthly force? Truly his thoughts were an enigma to even himself. Such a ponderous wonder he was. A beast to be admired. Revered, even.

Drizzak scratched at his behind and let out a loud belch before speaking in the same high-pitched shriek.

"Drizzak wish big ball left dogmans. Drizzak hungry. He burn them good enough for eats. What waste."

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Hugh was a little taken back by her sudden flight. He reached out his hand, "Wa-" He interrupted himself, bringing his hand back in, "Okay." His expression looked as though he felt a little guilty that he had done something wrong. He overheard Ellis's teasing. His face suddenly felt flushed and he brought a hand up to his face, rubbing around his eyes. After hearing Vivian saying they had yet to share a bedroll, Hugh cleared his throat, feeling a little embarrassed at the whole conversation. "Okay then, too much commentary from the peanut gallery for the day." He said waving them off.

He listened to Ellis and Vivian speak of what they were after, the whole chalice and treasure stuff. Hugh thought of how much he had changed, since long ago becoming a paladin. Now he did things to provide a living for himself, with a good amount of danger and excitement. The promise of a great reward, enemies numerous, danger around every corner. You had to be a little insane to take this up as a living.

The reasons why Hugh was no longer a paladin were numerous. He had shut himself off from the rest of the world, choosing a simple life, leaving his paladin life behind when the tribe adopted him. He didn't want anything to do with being world police, anymore. All that he wanted was a simple existence, but even that was taken away, forcing him to become a wanderer, taking up questing to make a living. Mercenary alone was enough to make him an ex-paladin.

Hugh simply walked alongside the wagon, observing that Sana had run up ahead. He wasn't particularly sure if he could just walk up to her at this moment. She seemed like she wanted to be alone for on the little scouting mission. He felt kind of stupid at the moment, but simply walked to the back of the wagon and put on the rest of his gear, including strapping his warhammer to his back. Then he headed towards the front of the wagon.

"Hey Sana, I can scout with you!" He said yelling up ahead, figuring that regardless it would not really be very good if someone was scouting alone.

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Sana kept an eye out before them, chuckling to herself slightly as what their new companion had said. At least he had a sense of humor. To what Ellis had said, it took everything in her not to turn around and snap out of pure embarrassment. Gulping she had kept moving to take a scouting position figuring that it was better than to confront the hafling. He seemed to like to tease, yelling wouldn't stop that.

 When Hugh called out to her, she swallowed hard and took a deep breath before waving him over to her. She had a moment to calm down and compose herself as it were and felt she had been reading far too much into his simple action. Sana wasn't exactly young, in human years, but Hugh was definitely her senior and she thought now, having a moment to reflect, that he was probably just acting as a parent or older sibling may have to her outburst. Trying to give a little comfort to a tense situation. At least that is what she tried to convince herself of.

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Tagged; Everyone in the party,

Sana said another retort, and it did ring some truth and merit. Wariness is a good trait, and before he could reply she ran off. Walking behind the wagon, his thoughts were wrapped around his outburst, I wonder why I was outraged to that degree. he thought, pondering to himself. Before he knew it, Ellyn was next to him and began singing a song in an unknown language, but it was soothing to the ears. Closing his eyes, a repressed memory of his younger years triggered in his head,

Artos' parents had just died a few months ago, and he was still dealing with their untimely deaths. His uncle had sent him to do a request from a personal friend, the request detailed a retrieval of an item that was rumored to be around the area. He was paired with another young Magus, a half orc, half human. She was called 'Turael', and Artos didn't really get along with her, his distrust and prejudice of orcs had gotten in the way of that. Their friendship did gradually get better over time. Long story short, the mission was successful, but Turael was captured, tortured and eventually left to die on a road. Many people passed by, and left the half orc to her demise and some even spat on the Magus as they walked by. By the time Artos found her, she was already at death's door, and with a smile she sent him off with a 'goodbye.'

His eyes slowly opening near the end of the hymn, and a single tear escaped his eye and with a sigh, he remembered why he himself is not prejudiced and biased towards any of the races. His glare had all but left, and now he went back to his relatively normal self. "Thanks, I needed that." he said towards Ellyn with a slight smile. "You can go rest in the wagon, I'm fine now." he continued after seeing her yawn. Noticing that the male elf with the pointy ears was glaring at him for some unbeknownst reason, Looks like three might be after my life, well I guess I should apologize to Hugh. So atleast I could worry about one less. he thought to himself with a sigh. Placing his tome in his pouch, he stopped Hugh in his tracks "Apologies for the outburst." he said, swiftly bowing his head, and with that he began walking away, behind the wagon again, reaching for his tome and began reading.

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Ellyn heard him as she walked off and smiled at him; 'your welcome... your such a kind person after all' in the midst of things she continued walking with the wagon and wondered why he really needed that;

'why was he crying... Did my song make him cry...?'

As she pondered on about this little question in her head she heard him apologise to Hugh and hopes he will forgive the fellow human.

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Hugh was about to rush on over to Sana, but the magus, Artos spoke to him, issuing him an apology. "You know you are forgiven by me, Artos. I won't hold it against you." He said, speaking as a man who was tired of holding grudges. He had no time for them. He still had too much of a life to live to hold them.

He unstrapped his warhammer from his back and threw it over his shoulder. He headed over to Sana's right, being a few feet away from her as he jogged up. "You ever think you'll abandon adventuring someday?" He said, a rather different conversation topic. "Maybe hit the big reward and retire?" Hugh had always assumed that he would die from his life style, but at the time being he felt as though he could live through it all. Maybe establish a new life for himself and be happy. He had no idea why any of this was getting into his head right now, but he felt happy.

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Sana glanced towards Hugh out of the corner of her eyes as he caught up to her; brow rising slightly at his questions. It was definitely a change of topic from earlier. She continued to walk as she pondered his inquiries, having never really considered what she would do if she did ever make the big score. She had been out and in this life for well over ten years now.

 "I...I don't know," she answered slowly, in a reflective tone as she contemplated the thought of retiring. She had left home for a reason, even if she did make enough to not to have to work, why stop. "Probably not, I have no home anymore. This is what I know." Her voice was quiet and even slightly remorseful. She hadn't wanted to live the life of a gypsy and ironically running away from it just turned her into one on another level.

 Shaking her head slightly she forced a smile. "And you? Would you give it up?"

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Ellis smirked at Hugh's response. What made him chuckle even more was that Hugh ran up to follow after Sana. "If they didn't want to give me excuses to tease them,... They sure keep failing at it." He said shaking his head. He decided to give them a break. For right now.. He kept his thoughts on their destination. This was a ancient city. There must be all kinds of valuable items inside.

 Vivian watched as the group got ever close to their destination until finally they could see it's door. They got there a lot faster then normal. Perhaps the wagon helped a lot. They had a new choice,.. Enter now or rest a bit and then enter. "Okay everyone,... We can enter now, or wait tell we are all well rested and then enter?" She asked.

 Gurlekk was more than just ready, but he could see that people such as Ellyn were tired. It would not be wise if they all went in while someone was not ready. "I say we wait. I don't believe all of us are ready." He answered.

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'm-may we rest, please??' Ellyn asked ever so politely, she was still smiling but you could see that she was tired... really tired, as she glumly prodded towards the door, going way ahead of the wagon to examine the entrance and then suddenly felt her knees suddenly 'oh god... Lactic acid... it sucks...' she retorted as she chuckled, she may have finally got her wish... she always wanted to feel lactic acid and now that she has she wished she never wished for it in the first place... it really did suck.

'Don't any of you's have lactic acid??' Ellyn asked. Not wanting to feel a burden to the team but didn't want to drag them down either, she may be 355 but that was pretty young for a surface elf, or so she thought anyway.

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Sana saw their destination and nudged Hugh slightly, "there in the distance," she said before heading back to the wagon and the rest. Pulling the hood of her mantle up to shield herself from the sun slightly as she reached the group. Resting sounded like a good idea, no one really had had any sleep to speak of it seemed. Thinking back to the tavern the night before she was now wishing they had gotten sleep before they had headed out.

 "I vote rest," she said as she leaned against the side of the wagon and stretched her neck from side to side. "It was a long night and I don't think anyone really got rest. Maybe we could find shade too before the sun really starts scorching," she said as she looked over at Ellyn and perked a brow. "Girl, you need to sit down and rest."


[System]
Real Name: Keith Wyatt
Age: 17

Appearance: Caucasian, 180cm, 80kg, toned body. Grey hairs coming out, looks 10 years older than he is. Has perpetual bags under his eyes.
He wears Kevlar under a heavy jacket, denim jeans and construction steel-toe boots

Faction: The Forgotten

Personality: Everybody knows Kin the guard. The one that that patrols the place far more than he needs to. The one that reflexively grips his weapon if he hears a gunshot in the distance. The one that looked down the length of a raider's gun barrel, pushed it to one side and dislocated the raider's shoulder as he pinned the poor bastard to the ground. Despite this, so long as you're on good terms with him, he is possibly one of the most dependable and protective people you'll meet. The Forgotten is his home, and he will fight to his last breath defending it and everyone in it. He's loosened up in the past years, but you'll still be hard-pressed to find him smiling, or even laughing at anything.

Equipment: Remington 870 Shotgun (max. 7 shells), Kevlar vest, binoculars, makeshift spear.

Skills: Shooting, endurance, strength.

Other: He is suspicious of anything that could possibly present a threat to his home, and is a little jumpy, as a result.

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Erren stood off to the side of the funeral procession and watched from a short distance. He had connections to the people who were dead, of course, but he never really stayed with the Forgotten long enough to make any real bonds. The only two he actually had some kind of relationship with were Hans and Kim, but even then there wasn't much. He lifted his right hand and looked at the card he held; 17. Then his arm dropped to his side, and he stared into the distance and past the graves.
"Fear thee not, oh beautiful, for he is a dead man." he sung under his breath, flipping the card in between his fingers in a melodic fashion to the music. The only people there were Hans, Abe and him, which left an eerie quiet atmosphere over the graveyard only broken by the disjointed psalm or hymn or whatever the two were reciting. Erren then pulled a deck of cards from his pocket and slid the 17 back in, careful to aim for the exact spot it had left. Then he dropped it into his coat and pulled out a small revolver from his pocket, before spinning the barrel. He always kept one bullet in for times when he needed occupying.
"No bullet," he said quietly, spinning it again, "No bullet," and again, "No bullet," until, after 7 attempts, he said "Loaded," and emptied the barrel, the bullet sliding from the chamber where he predicted. Dropping that in his pocket, he turned and walked off with the revolver in hand, towards the Forgotten base.

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Fox couldn't quite stop his small smile from turning into a grin, especially at the girls words, she was only a bit shorter than he was. Give it a few more years, she would probably be taller than him. Not that he really cared, height was never a serious problem for him anyway. Even if the whole 'not so good to eat once it has maggots' wasn't really a joke, he sure thought it was one. Even meat with maggots in it was salvageable. Strange people to let it something like that go to waste, he supposed.

"Yup, yup." He muttered, quickly closing the distance and following after the girl with dreads- choosing to ignore the fact she had raised three fingers into the air. Some kind of signal to someone he couldn't quite see. Not that he minded- he was here to do business, after all. Fox waited very patiently for her to spread the cloth out over the counter, humming very quietly to himself as he gently tapped his fingers against the straps of the various bags he carried.

The moment the cloth was down and she patted the counter, no time was wasted as he carefully slipped the first dufflebag strap from around his chest and onto the counter- quickly followed by two more. There was some clanking and clicking from all three of them and some blood splattered on the outside of the bags, but otherwise they seemed clean-ish. He left the bloodied bag that rested on his right hip alone, only sparsely touching it to move it out of the way while he picked up one bag and set it on the counter-cloth and unzipped it. Or well, tried to, it was stuck!

"Ran into some Scorps while traveling and figured I should deal with them while they were down." He mused quietly, his grin having vanished into a small smile. "Nasty bunch, they are. But they had some good stuff! Seems they had been killing all sorts of people, though. Tons of different shit they had on them, not raiding but... collecting, almost?" Fox made a slightly annoyed noise as the bag zipper refused to open, but after a few rough tugs it finally came free and he flipped the bag, spilling most of its contents onto the counter.

This batch of stuff seemed mostly clean, a few drops of blood on the items. The first bag, it seemed, mostly consisted of canned food and small blankets. There was a good variety among the canned foods too, ranging anywhere from potatoes to what appeared to be some ravioli. Fox then moved to grab both of the other bags and place them onto the counter as well, unzipping them without any problem, though he did not flip them. Instead he merely pulled them as far open as he possibly could to show all of their contents. In both of the other bags there were countless oddities and the alike. Partially filled gun-clips, some clothing that was relatively free of blood, a pair of shoes, and so on and so forth. A bunch of stuff though that was all still in relatively good use and repair.

"Oh. Whoops, that wasn't supposed to be in there." Fox said with a small grin, quickly reaching a gloved hand out to yank a small sewing kit with a large crack in the case. He promptly shoved the small case into one of the small bags that were attached to his belt, not having to even tare his gaze away from the girl. He hadn't bothered with anything that had been too bloody, having to carry around a dufflebag of three different heads and various limbs and sections of flesh, he honestly didn't want to carry anything with more blood than necessary.

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"Well, I suppose bringing the internet back is impossible," said Drake. He chuckled. "So getting yuri doujins is probably out of the question." He started back towards the shop. "Life goes on, Abe. And as much as I miss the internet and Xbox Live, I'm glad in a way.

"Not that I approve of billions of people dying, but the government we had was screwed up. What was wrong was the people on the far right, and far left. Nobody got anything done. Just politicians with fat wallets and their thumbs up their asses, being elected by morons. Garbage in, garbage out."

[Assistant]
Abel laughed, and he trailed barely behind Drake as they walked to the shop. "I know. We have to keep going. Personally, I wasn't very attached to the way things were, either. I just try to salvage the good things that I can. And even then, I just want to feel close to someone again." That was only as close as Abel ever got to talking about depression. He was numb, hollow, and without purpose.

The blond put his hands back into his pockets as he and Drake stepped into the pawn shop. "Yeah." He accidentally stepped on the back of one of Drake's shoes. "Sorry." Abel went quiet after that, and he waited for something new to come up, to distract him from his thoughts.

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Alice flinched as the madman before her started yelling. How dare he yell at her? He deserved to die several times over now, but... those samples might not be a bluff...

Without realizing it, Alice began chewing on her lip. She looked weak right now - she knew she did! But what was she supposed to do when her own life was being threatened? She didn't want to die... the guards weren't supposed to have allowed anything so suspect in...!

"Oracle," whispered a soft voice. Alice jumped a little, but turned to find Katie, a nineteen year old blonde girl who was among her loyalest, longest-standing servants. "It's not safe for you here - nor is it prudent to dispose of a medic. Please, retreat to safety and allow me to handle this. I will not fail you, I swear."

Safety? When was the last time Alice had really been safe in this messed up world? She was always putting herself in danger... it was ludicrous to expect one of her followers to be able to protect her from doing so! But, still...

An image flashed before her eyes; water surrounded her on all sides, and her arms flailed weakly, uselessly, as the last of her breath left her. Then, as if from nowhere, a woman's face - her mother's - emerged from the blue, and she wrapped her arms around Alice, pulling her...

Katie. She was like Mama.

"F-fine," said Alice, hopping to her feet. She allowed two armed guards to escort her toward quarters; there, she would be able to observe the scene from a safe distance. As she hurried through the door, she heard Katie ask, "Now, Charon, you have shown disrespect our Oracle, chosen by the Highest, and by extension, you have insulted us all. Do you have anything to say in your defense?"

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Charon stopped his rant and lowered his arms, his head tilted so slightly. When it was clear that he wasn't going to be immediatly shot, his awful visage of madness relaxed quite a bit. "Defense? Girl, You can't be serious. 10 year olds should be able to fool around and play, not be God-Queens of a cult. I tried to play by the rules and civility. Then I tried to offer both the opportunity to hone her mind even further, and even perhaps fool around in the last remnants of her already ruined childhood."

He folded his arms. "There was no harm intended. Haa, I tire of this rethoric." Charon took his glasses off and began cleaning them, sighing loudly. "Truth to be told I thought she was like my kid sister. Little cute loud 10 year old thing. And then she puked blood on me and died on my arms. The usual story." Charon's voice didn't waver the slightlest when saying it.

"Alongside three hundred odd patients which also died on my arms back then." He added his eyes glaring at Katie. "And 12 accidental infections, plus having to forcibly learn 5 years of medicine in just two because all the good doctors kept dying." He paused.

"Not only the doctors, but pretty much everyone. I had become, at age 19, the world's last adult, in theory. But I'm rambling aren't I? My bad." He then snapped his finger. "Chosen of the Highest, too! Might as well, cause otherwise I can't understand why my life has been a shitty hell of death and impotence." He put his glasses back on.

"So stop wasting my time. Kill me, evict me, or let me read those goddamn books." He finished snarling. "I don't like posturing nor self-entitlement."


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Gender: Female

Age: 16

Appearance:

"Which one of us is the mask?"
Arcana: Temperance

Personality:
On the surface, Shizuka may be the stereotypical "ojou-sama" (young mistress), from her formal speech to her delicate mannerisms with a blend of shy and soft spoken side, but do not let that deceive you as the class dismissal bell rings and Shizuka's part time hour begins, the counterpart she created for herself, Shizu-chan, takes the spotlight with her lively demeanor, friendly smiles, and undying passion of being an otaku.

Equipment/Skills:
Twirling Baton (Cosplay prop, can be upgraded to Rod weapons)
Sewing, professional make up, baton twirling, which were all gained from her experience with cosplay.

Background:
Being a balanced student with an appropriate amount of intellect and proper physical fitness, one would say Shizuka is an average high schooler if it weren't for the fact that her family was of a higher class compared to that of an average student. Like most children coming from a wealthy family, Shizuka was left alone most of the time, with the exception of servants, by her parents in their mansion with no one to play or interact with. Not necessarily neglected, but she didn't mind either way as she was an obedient child and she understood that both her parents were flooded with work which needed to be taken care of.

This is why she sought out a hobby to preoccupy herself with. Flipping through the channels as a curious child, she abruptly stopped when an animated female character on the screen magically transforms, with all the colorful lights and sparkles, and shouts, "In the name of the moon, I will punish you!" Eyes widened in amazement, Shizuka could not take her gaze away from the television screen while her thoughts were of how exciting whatever this was and how she wanted to become like them, hues of hair she's never seen before, costumes of different variety and color, and the dynamic personalities each one had.

Years had passed since then, but her love and excitement for anime never wavered. What remained though was her calm, delicate nature she presented towards her fellow classmates, friends, and parents. Her passion for anime (and now manga) was to not leave the four corners of her room. Shizuka would occasionally show hints of interest when her classmates discussed about them but no one, and she means NO ONE, should ever find out about how "otaku" she was.

Keeping all of this within her had limits and before she was about to breakdown, someone on the hallway of the school uttered the word, "cosplay". It took quite awhile for her to learn the meaning and to take enough courage to disguise herself in the colorful costumes and hair she once saw years ago, to find people of similar interests without them ever finding out her true self.

With the positive reactions given by the people she has met, Shizuka continued to create more disguises by her own hands, to the point where she landed at her current part time job at the cosplay cafe as Shizu-chan, the persona she presented to the people of the otaku world.

Persona: Inari Ōkami

Appearance: Illustrated by: Sho Minazuki

Abilities:
Twin Slash - 2 light Slash attacks. (1 enemy)
Tarukaja - Increases 1 ally's Attack.
Tarunda - Decreases 1 foe's Attack.

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Dragunov Siblings - Warakuma Hospital

"Sorry, Ni-san!" a faint voice broke Alexei's calm siesta. It was nice to relax a bit sometimes, now that he had done nothing but rest for full sixteen hours. No chores to run, food to make or things to fix. It was a welcome rest and he needed it but what he didn't need was her sister's voice filled with guilt.

"For what, Akachan!" he said in his deep grumble, eyes still closed but he moved his torso to the side to face his beloved sister.

Elena was pleasantly surprised, she hadn't seen her dear brother smile in god knows how long and for him to call her 'baby' meant that there was a change that she may have missed in their last harrowing experience together.

"Nothing!" she whispered quietly as she turned to face him, looking at his visage carefully. She had always felt protected and nurtured but something was different today. Her brother wasn't know for open display of love, well if you discount the flowers and the pains he goes to in making her lunch but smiling together and other non verbal communications were rather limited. She couldn't place it but she was happy if things looked like what they were.

A faint knock caught his attention, it was a bit too light for a hospital staff and the fact that almost everyone knew him because of his mother here. They could openly announce themselves and enter. Perhaps, the news may have caught on to Inoue and Sagat. He didn't expect any others.

So he was pleasantly surprised when Kotori opened the door after a brief pause. Carrying two bouquets for the siblings, this was certainly unexpected.

"Ah! Shirohane-san!" he said, a bit surprised, as he sat up in his bed.

"Kotori-chan!!" Elena almost screamed in excitement as she too noticed the flowers. Kotori wanted to place it on the side table but hesitated. Asking whether it was okay. It was Elena who tried to put her at ease.

"Thank you!! They are beautiful. I'm so happy you came to see me." she carried in her excited tone,perhaps making the other girl a bit embarrassed.

"So? How did you know, we were here?" Elena asked.

"Calm down, sis. It was through Shirohane-san's help that I was able to rescue you." Alexei finally said. "I don't know how I'll repay your debt, but I'll try, Shirohane-san." he added sincerely. Elena's eyes just widened at his response as she motioned for Kotori to sit next to her on her bed trying to make her feel comfortable with the two foreigners.

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Warakuma Hospital
14/6/2015 Sunday

"I see you're doing well", said Rui as he entered. He expected Akane to be here considering she had friendship with him. Maybe she was late? Likely slept in. In any case, he was going to speak about the dungeons and shadows with Alexei, but his sister was here... She didn't have the power, and involving her might not be the best idea.

"And hello to you too Kotori... Alexei, we met once, outside the manga club room, when do you think you can be discharged?", he asked. Alexei was likely going to be discharged tomorrow and allowed to attend school again as his condition had improved... But his sister on the other hand was still experiencing nausea and a bit of trauma from being kidnapped. It probably would've been worse if they didn't rescue her sooner, but she ought to be fine by the end of the week.

At least that's what the nurses had told Alexei earlier this morning before visiting times began. Still, this was a better result than expected, but it only raised more questions for Rui and Kami in their investigation...

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Kotori Shirohane - Warakuma Hospital | Afternoon

As it turned out, her worries had been unfounded - Elena, who seemed rather elated about her visit, was quick to show her appreciation. With a small smile of relief, Kotori said "Ah, that's good," as she placed the flowers in their vases - though her relief wasn't just about the flowers not being unwelcome, but also to see that both of the two Dragunovs were awake and well; or at least appeared as such. At the very least, Elena was still showing as much enthusiasm as she had back at the library - even as she asked how she'd known that they'd been there.

"Eh?" was Kotori's first response, having just placed the flowers on the small table, as she really didn't know how to respond to the question - should she outright tell them? Should she try to talk her way out of it - even if she heavily doubted she'd be able to do so? However, before she could even say anything further, Alexei spoke up to try and calm some of his sister's excitement - and quickly making Kotori rather surprised when he said she'd been of such help. "Eh? Ah, I..." she began, trying to say that she really hadn't done very much, before he continued to say that he'd try to repay this debt.

"Ah, n-no, no, there's no need for that, really!" Kotori quickly said, shaking both her hands before her and her head for emphasis. "T-the others did a lot more, so..." she began, embarassment rather evident in her voice - not only didn't she know how to answer the previous question, but also not how to dissuade him from seeing it as a debt to be repaid when it was far from her alone who'd been there to help. Luckily though, a distraction presented itself as Rui stepped into the room; prompting Kotori to stand back up after she'd only just sat down on the edge of the bed at Elena's motioning to give a bow in somewhat thankful greeting: "Ah, good afternoon, Shinichi-san."

Seeing as he'd been the one to tell her of all the details after she'd been rescued and subsequently gained her persona, Kotori assumed - or rather, hoped - Rui was here to do the same for Alexei; though it was a slightly different situation with his sister in the know but not having gained a persona - either way though, Kotori sat back down for the moment to take a momentary breather and hoped that Rui would be able to clear up some things.

[Assistant]
Alexei Dragunov | Warakuma Hospital

For a moment he could see Kotori turn red as a tomato, perhaps she wasn't expecting such reactions from either of the two siblings. Alexei wondered why a helpful and studious girl like Kotori had such timidness or perhaps it was just a little discomfort. He tried to allay her the best he could, "Okay, we'll talk about it later."

He took an apple from the fruit basket and offered it to her, "Sadly we aren't at home so this is the best I can do, why don't you come over our place on a Sunday? you may like it." he said lightly just as then Rui entered.

"Yeah it seems, all I needed was a shut-eye." Alexei said in response to his observation. Before the junior began how he knew of him. "Well we have crossed paths more than once but those are insignificant details. I'll be discharged tonight,if you gotta talk about something you can give me your number, I'll ring you up." he said.

"Help yourself to the fruits if you feel like, I could really use some needless sweet drink at the moment but the nurses said No!" he finished.


[System]
Species: Spirit Fox
Age: 16, but don't ask because he doesn't remember all you'll get is "I'm the same age Spirit and younger then Shiro" with an awkward grin
Gender: Male
Personality: Changes from time to time but is normally a happy, outgoing person, but is control freak when it comes to his siblings
Background: Mystery was out with his parents and his sister to go out and get Shiro a birthday present, they lived in a small town, in a small house. They would run around and play, they would play board games and card games when it would rain, they would roll around in the snow. As they were out and they were passing the park that where a friendly man would sell ice cream, where he and his family would go to hang out with other family and friends, someone shot his mother who was in the passenger seat through the windshield then did the same to his father. Mystery and Spirit sat there and watched as they held onto each other as the car veered off the road and into a tree in a park. Two men walked up to the car, pulled Spirit and him out of the car and shoved then into a bag where they couldn't see anything until they dropped them somewhere, which appeared to soft and fluffy. One of the two men gave both of them down and gave them a shot. Mystery's body became numb and his mind hazy, before he blacked out he remember being tied to something... After that is all he would probably tell you unless you are really close. So if you wanna know the rest better get to know Mystery.
Appearance: As seen in picture
Outfits: At home, he would wear oversized sweaters and a pair of cargo shorts. While out of the house he would wear the outfit as seen in the picture. His swimsuit is a random tank top he sees first, and a pair of black swim trunks
Siblings: Shiro- older brother; Spirit-Twin Sister
House: Mystery lives with his siblings in a hollow tree at the bottom of MoonPool. It consists of three different sections and the main section. His section of the place as 3, which is a lounge/living room and the kitchen bathrooms, 2 bedrooms, and a practice area where you can find him doing multiple different activities

Misc: Mystery as the ability to change into the fox as seen above which is his spirit form and it's only 6 inches tall. He patrols Crystal River
Quote: "Spirit Get down off of the Ceiling! Shiro, I swear to mom and dad if you touch one of my paintings I will tie one of Spirit's Holographic bracelets onto your ankle to the point that you can't take it off!"

Name: Spirit
Species: Spirit Rabbit
Age: same age as Mystery
Gender: Female
Personality: Spirit is charming, naughty, and sometimes pretty shy around humans, plus she is also a prankster
Background: Basically the same as Mystery's.
Appearance: Spirit as long white silky hair, fiery red eyes that will glow if she gets mad, and if she stays still long enough while sitting down she tends to look a lot like a doll because she is so petite and skinny.
Outfits: When she is home see is Would wear a crop top that would barely go over her breasts but she doesn't care and a pair of shorts and suspenders barefoot, when she is out of the house and on patrol of her section she would wear as seen in the picture, a school girl outfit but she is normally in her spirit form, her swimsuit is a black strapless bikini top and a black high-waisted bottom, sometimes she would take one of her old t-shirt that has the sleeves cut off and wear that over her swimsuit.
Siblings: All three of the characters are related
House: Spirit lives with Mystery, and her section of the house is darker than Shiro's section but brighter than Mystery's, she as lights that look like they are are outstretched grass blades that are coming out of the wall with a little firefly perched on it, there are also flowers and glass blades painted on the walls, with green carpet that looks like glass through the whole section. She has 1 bedroom, a mini kitchen, 1 bathroom, and a little lounge area when you first walk into her section

Misc: Spirit can turn into a rabbit as seen above which is your average size of a Flemish Giant which is 32 inches long, she can also walk on ceilings when she is in her humanoid form, whenever she is home she would almost always walk on the ceiling. She patrols Windy Hills
Quote: "So if normal humans can't see us as our spirit forms does what mean you can play pranks on them?"

Name: Shiro
Species: Spirit Owl
Age: 21
Gender: Male
Personality: Shiro is kind hearted, caring, and gentle to everyone and everything.
Background: Unlike his brother and sister he did not know his family went missing until after 3 months of being alone at home thinking his family left him there on the day before his birthday, He will still bring it up to them whenever they would get into fights because he still holds a grudge over it and he doesn't know what Mystery and Spirit had to go through during those three months. But once they reunited, the three siblings were closer than ever.
Appearance: Shiro as pale silver hair, raspberry red eyes, and would always have a soft and gentle smile on his face all the time.
Outfits: When Shiro is at home he would wear a pair of shorts and walk around without a shirt or shoes on, when he is on patrol he would wear the outfit as seen in the picture, his swimwear is a pair of white trunks with pale purple, blue, and pink splatters on it and a white hoodie.
Siblings: All three of them are related
House: He lives in the same tree as his siblings and his section is bright compared to his sibling's sections, his lights look a lot like clouds and his whole section is inspired by clouds and it as a light and airy feel to it. He has a huge library, 3 bedrooms, 4 bathrooms, a kitchen, and a lounge room, unlike his siblings his section is a lot bigger and more spacious.

Misc: Shiro is able to transform into a snowy owl, which is his spirit form and he patrols Thunder Woods. He can also make it snow whenever he is really sad even though it may be in mid summer
Quote: "You are both jerks. Just Because you are twins and have more than one form doesn't give you the right to be a meanie. "

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"So... Are you a vampire or a human? Because you smell like a vampire..."

Claudia tensed at the youngling's inquiry, a sharp gulp of air down her gullet. Nervously she bit her bottom lip, debating if she wanted to answer that question or not, though there was only one clear answer. Ah yes, she was a witty little, so keen to sense the woman's undead aura, the acrid scent of dust in her veins...and her heart.

Vampire... Claudia hated that word.

~"Why sweetie, I..."~ She gave Spirit an uneasy smile that quickly diminished to a frown once she felt the girl squeeze her hand tight, the poor thing trembling as though she had seen a monster of some sort. Her eyes, how they glistened with fear. Claudia sighed and knelt beside her, placing both hands on the youth's trembling shoulders. ~"My dear..."~ She cooed, her sapphire eyes darkening. ~"There is no denying what I am. Indeed I am a vampire, one of the living dead. Every night, I must feed to sustain my life energy, but I've no intentions of harming a sweet little girl like you, Spirit. I look into your eyes, and I can see the fear welling within you. You no longer wish to be hurt, to be abused like you were those few years ago. I can only begin to fathom the pain you felt, and it makes me ill just picturing it, a scared little girl huddled on a corner, so weak, so fragile. Her wounds burn like hellfire as she shivers unclothed, ragged and beaten, so tired...so hungry...and so...cold..."~

Suddenly, Claudia released the girl falling to her knees in the grass. Oh what horrible, horrible images flooded her mind, images of one scared little girl...hair red as blood, eyes blue as the ocean...how she shivered, screamed, and cried, begging for them to stop.... Tears filled her eyes, hot and burning. Quickly she wiped them away, shaking the haunting memories from her head.

[Assistant]
Maka finished up her breakfest and cleaned it all up. She headed back upstairs after petting the cat once more, she went into her room amd grabed her daily wear. Then she headed towards the bathroom for a nice shower, once there she went and cleaned herself up and washed her hair. Her usual routine was as follows, wake up, go downstairs and pet the cat. Then make and eat breakfest and maybe read a little bit of her book then head into the shower.

Once Maka got out she dried off and did the same for her hair, she got dressed and hung her towel atop of the door. She stepped out and noticed a note that she'd missed before when she was moving about, it was from her mother. The usual when to expect her home and that she loved her. Maka put it into the drawer with the others and went back downstairs. She picked up her bag and slung it around her shoulder, making sure her keys to the house were in it. After running her own checklist she locked and stepped out of the door into the fresh, open air outside. She checked to make sure it was locked dispite just locking it, after not being able to turn the handle she went off.

Maka had been wanting to see if she could venture out to the forest a ways away, she'd heard of the relaxed environment it housed and the trees always peaked her interest. She'd been wanting to go there for sometime, climb up into one of the trees and relax with a nice book of her choosing. That would be her ideal day after all.

She'd set off to walk about, having to get from her current location to the grassy fields she watched outside of her window. Once she'd done that she had the forest insight and something to eat and drink in her bag along side of a book. As much as she thought this was possible for a days travel, she was unsure. None the less that wouldn't prevent her from trying to do this.


[System]
Epithet(s): Noblesse

Age: 16

School Year: First

Gender: Female

Nationality: France

Personality:
Colette is the youngest daughter of a wealthy family and it shows in her mannerisms. She is used to getting what she wants from her father, thus she is spoiled and self-centered, but being the youngest of 5 takes its toll when she had to fight to get attention. She has all older brothers so she was her father's "little girl" and was coddled, much to the delight of her brothers who teased her.

Despite her spoiled nature, she is fiercely loyal to her family and friends. When challenged, she doesn't back down easily if it means restoring her or her family's name. She is close to those she wants to be close to and pushes others away she doesn't want anything to do with.

She is headstrong and determined. Some would call her pushy, but she knows what she wants and sets out to get it (if only to prove to others she doesn't need to rely on Daddy's money).

Bio:
Colette is the youngest of the 5 Bellamy children and is the only girl in her family home, having lost her mother shortly after her birth. Their father is a respected member of the community and is known for his expert swordsmanship in the various fights that France has fought in. Thus, his children have all been trained in the art of the sword, though each child has chosen a particular sword style. For Colette, she had a natural affinity for the rapier, even though it is a more defensive weapon, she found its lightness and quickness easy for combat.

Colette's father cared greatly for his little girl and was determined to pry her away from battle and instead give her a different life, but Colette, with much pressure from her older brothers, was determined to be the best sword fighter she could be and trained extensively. Her older brothers teased her and challenged her often and she never backed down. Each brother bested her easily, but that only added fuel to the fire.

Their father wanted one child to be the head of the Bellamy home when he would eventually pass, and that child must be the best fighter of the family. So far, Collette's oldest brother, Jaime, has been the one to hold the title. Jaime uses a longsword and shield in battle and has managed to best his brothers and sister when challenged by them. Colette knew she wanted the title, but she needed to train and be better. She knew she had to acquire a certain set of skills in order for that to happen.

It was then that Colette heard about the School for Assassins and decided to join up with them, hoping to earn her place among their elite and eventually overtake her brother and prove herself to her father.

Weapon:
A Rapier and a Dagger

Equipment:
-A Journal
-A Silver Charm Bracelet
-A Cellphone

Skills:
-Graceful: Colette is very nimble and agile, able to gracefully move on the battleground with ease.
-Duelist: Colette uses her rapier more defensively than offensively, being able to block and counter oncoming attacks.
-Upbringing: Colette is able to blend in with the Crème de la Crème of society; the noble, the wealthy, upper class.
-Determination: Colette has razor focus when on assignment With the goal in mind, it would take an unexpected event to get her to lose her focus.

[User]
~убийца академия: Academy for assassins~

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On the Far east side of Russia the weather was warmer than it was usually, probably mother nature herself welcoming the new students to the school, and giving a warm hug to the returning students to the academy. The Academy wasn't on the mainland of Russia, it was on an island in between the borders of Russia and Japan, a barge rode the waves to the island carrying supplies, along with the new and old students to their temporary home.

Once the barge docked and students began leaving the barge, the first thing that the students were greeted by was the sight of the school, but they were soon approached by a woman wearing a black coat over her shoulders, she approached all of the students as the barge off loaded supplies. A Number of school staff carried the supplies into the school." Come with me." She simply told the students calmly, she led them into the School's courtyard and a small army of dummies were set up in different places around the courtyard, but they were all able to be seen clearly; next to the school there were several people sitting at a table looking like judges with papers on their table.

" Before you enter the Academy we must see your skills first hand, the older students can use this chance to warm up if they've been slacking off during their summer break." The woman told them." Also If you don't already know who I am then I'll tell you right now so you do not forget it. I am Vasilisa Kuznetsov, head of this Academy of Killers.

I will forge you first years into fine killers of your generation, even if I need to break you and remodel you to make you into a better assassin." Academy Head Vasilisa Kuznetsov told them, she then strolled over to the table with the teachers before crossing her arms and staring at the assassins." Now Show me everything you first years can do, don't hold back on the dummies !" She yelled.

Sayaka Himura

During the entire boat Ride Sayaka kept to herself, she was huddled up in a corner on the barge, she didn't like being on boats or in the ocean, water couldn't burn and she felt like she couldn't swim, mid way through the ride there she managed to take out her lighter and ignited the gas within in after quickly turning the spark wheel with her thumb, a bright pretty blue flame erupted from lighter and gave off a wave of heat towards her. The time seem to just fly by as she sat in the corner looking at the bright blue flame, but as the barge docked the large boat shook and nearly caused her to drop her lighter.

Once she saw some of the other begin getting off the boat, she began heading off too, but she flicked her lighter off and saw a flat chested woman, she didn't really care about gazing at her, but she did focus on the other students, she stole glances at both the girls and the guys, she did her best to focus on the white haired woman while stealing glances at the other students, when she told them her name she did her best to remember it clearly without any trouble.

Suddenly the woman told them to show her what they could do, she had more than enough Dummies in the courtyard of academy, Sayaka held up her hands showing her two flamethrowers attached to the bottom of her wrist."I call first !" Sayaka yelled to the top of her lungs. The bandaged up girl pushed herself past the students she was behind of and moved in close to the dummies, she put her flamethrowers forwards and unleashed a wave of fire burning a line of dummies down, when she turned off her flamethrowers the straight line of dummies fell over in a straight line, a couple were burned, while more of them were still burning.

Sayaka closely watched the dummies burn and under her bandages she began to grin and blush, she held back her chuckles while she regained herself." Not here Saya, not in front of everyone." She mumbled to herself before going back behind everyone trying to hide herself behind of everyone, she looked at the others wondering who would go next to attack the dummies, she looked around at the others, this time not gazing at crotches and backsides like the open pervert she can be.

Despite burning a fine straight trail through the dummies there was still many that stood after being burned down by Sayaka, only a couple were burned in a straight line, many kept their footing and stood up straight ready to be killed by the assassins.

[Assistant]
KRISS MAUSER

Kriss has spent the ride flipping the pages of the small Bible, glancing at pages but barely reading them. The words were familiar but no longer interesting. Heck, he had only brought it because it was the only book on his desk. He flicked the edges of the pages with his thumbnail, glancing around at the other students. Some were familiar but most were new. He caught sight of Adam Unterhügel, another third-year student he had shared a class or two with over the previous two years. Kriss gave him a short nod from across the barge when he thought Adam was looking. He made a mental note to actually greet him later.

The ride felt as long as it had the previous years, and the docking was just as jarring. He grinned as some of the new students lost their footing and stumbled into each other. Mumbling apologies, the group made their way onto the docks and into the presence of Vasilisa Kuznetsov. She appeared to be in the usual disagreeable mood. Kriss followed along as she ordered them off the barge and into the courtyard, now occupied by a vast number of dummies.

"Oh good, the 'Dummy Test,'" he muttered, tightening the strap of his messenger bag. "At least the new kids are going first again. Hope I'm not too outclassed this t-" Kriss grunted as he was shoved aside by a student running to the front. She was quite possibly the smallest girl he had ever seen at the academy. She hurled herself into the test, using what looked like a pair of flamethrowers to torch a whole line of dummies. Kriss groaned. Another pyromaniac. There was something about the obsession with fire that turned a person into a monster, and fire-manipulating students occasionally became uncontrollable and dangerous to their own classmates. But he didn't know her, and he wasn't about to look down on someone he knew nothing about. She could be a smart, talented person with a passion to excel. Of course, she could also be insane.

Kriss shrugged. There were plenty of insane people already attending the academy. She'd fit in one way or another.


[System]
Species: Human, mostly. There is some phoenix blood in his family granting his powers
Age: 22
Gender: Male

Personality: Sam is a very reserved person, though that has come with years of training himself to be that way. Naturally Sam is a very passionate person, not afraid to let someone know what he thinks or to jump in to action should he be needed. Some of this still leaks through, and sometimes he loses control of himself and can't help but allow his emotions to burst through. When he is in control he is very warm towards others, kind, caring, and compassionate. One thing that will set Sam off is people talking badly about his family, especially his father. Over the years he's gotten very good at dealing with bullshit, so inane things usually won't set him off unless used against him en mass for a somewhat extended period of time. But a personal attack against him or those he cares about will always get under his skin.

Appearance: Sam is 6'2" and weighs 280lbs. but the height helps make it look like he weighs less. He has glasses and short cut brown hair with striking orange eyes. He is very pasty white and is normally clean shaven. Can often be found wearing jeans and a green hoodie. When it gets too hot for that he'll switch to cargo shorts and a comfortable t-shirt with some kind of nerdy design on it.

Powers: Sam has the ability of pyrokinesis. Normally he can summon fire and manipulate it, or cause an object within his sight to burst in to flames. When he gets emotional he will often times burst in to flames and may float a few inches above the ground. The intensity and heat of his flames increases with his emotions but it also becomes harder to control. He also cannot be burned due to the nature of his powers.
 Another name for someone with his particular powerset is a Burster, and when he looses all his strength or loses control you can see why. He will burst in to flames and depending on his power/his emotional state fire will also radiate off him in waves, much like the sun, but much less powerful of course. When in this state his eyes turn from just having orange irises to full orange globes. If he is not in control of his emotions he will seek out the person who offended him so deeply, becoming almost mindless in his task.

Strengths: Sam has a pretty good memory and he's also fairly good at math. He also has some fighting skills from when he took tae-kwon-do as a kid, though he stopped a few years back

Weaknesses: Water, and especially rain weakens his powers. Also sending him in to an emotional rage, while dangerous, will yield him unable to control himself and he will exhaust his ability to fight within a few minutes

Background: Sam lived his life like a normal person for the most part, though he was home schooled until high school. This was his parents' decision to make sure he was able to control his emotions so he didn't have an incident in the school. He was born with his powers, the blessing of the phoenix they called it, he thought of it more like a curse. His sister doesn't have the powers of the phoenix, she has something else she has to deal with. Sam never applied himself in school so he didn't make it in to a university, so instead he just works as a bus driver, and that's fine with him.
 His father died when he was 16, and when he found out it was a good thing most of their home was fire resistant. For the following week or two Sam had a constant dark blue flame burning around him, reflecting the sorrow he couldn't control. The phoenix blood was from his father's side, but aside from training him, his dad was just an all around awesome guy that Sam wants to be just like one day.
 A week before joining the lodge, Sam nearly had an incident while he was working. It was a mostly normal day, he was getting to the end of his shift, and it wasn't even that bad of a thing that happened. Some guy was just talking on his phone and was using speakerphone for some reason. Sam couldn't stop the guy from doing that, but it was just annoying and made Sam slightly agitated. Apparently it was enough to be a big deal because he noticed he hands were smoking on the steering wheel. Luckily the guy stopped or else he may have lost control and burned the whole bus to ash. Sam may be happy being a bus driver, but he needs an outlet for his powers and he knows it. He doesn't want to be some big shot, but not everyone has phoenix blood, it makes him special, and means he'll need to find more of a purpose in this world than just driving a bus.
Misc. Notes: (anything important to the character that should be known, but for whatever reason doesn't fit into any other category)

[User]
"Sam is fine, and thanks," he said to the professor, he figured fireproofing his room may have to go on the back burner for a bit, but he was glad to know it was something they could get to work on in the near future. He would have offered to watch over the girl they found at the crash site but after saying it the professor seemed to decide she was probably fine on her own. The offer to let him help cook was appreciated but he had to inform her, "I'm not that great in the kitchen, I can grill things and that's about it, I'll help out Ashley."

Speaking of Ashley, she now had the transponder to locate Boxcar and asked Sam if he was coming, "yup, coming." He walked down the stairs quickly, skipping the last few as he followed her around the corner and in to the basement. Sam was usually fine with basements, but that was when they had proper lighting, and the stairs had a proper railing. At least there was a wall to keep him balanced, he was really awful with stairs. Not that he couldn't use them, but he was always paranoid that without something to hold on to he would just fall down.

Sam figured now might be a good time to tell Ashley that he thought the werewolf thing was actually kind of cool, "hey, Ashley..." but unfortunately for him as soon as he started to speak she seemed to have picked up on Boxcar. "Never mind, tell you later," Sam went to the corner and heard her thuds on what should be ground sound more like a metal door. Ashley was trying to keep Boxcar calm, which was probably a good thing. Sam figured it might be a door the original owners may have wanted put in, but why was it hidden then? At any rate, Sam figured Boxcar must have found a button and walked in before trapping himself. So Sam started feeling the floor and wall near where Ashley was to try and find how to open it up to release Boxcar, "come on, the friggin' wolf can find the secret lever or whatever but I can't?" He was more talking to himself than Ashley at that point. It had to be a hidden button, there was no other obvious way that would open some secret door.

[Assistant]
Boxcar heard Ashley's voice, and then shortly after that, could hear Sam as well, and almost immediately stopped howling and barking. Good, he had been found, and despite the thickness of the hidden door, they were able to hear him. He didn't question why or how they had found him so quickly; for his animal mind, it was only important that they were there now.

"Okay, listen up!" he said loudly and clearly in his somewhat growly, gravelly voice. "There's a catch built into the wall, kinda hard to see but it's just a little right of the door. Should just sink into the wall when you push on it." Then when he heard scrabbling around on his left, he grumbled a wolf-themed expletive under his breath before barking, "Hey! My right, not yours!"

A little more shuffling around, and obviously one of them must have pressed the button because the doorway slid out of the way again, and Boxcar found himself looking at Ashley and Sam. He stepped out of the doorway nonchalantly into the basement proper and turned his head to look up at them. "About time!" he gruffed, though his tail was wagging behind him and betraying that he was glad to see them, and very grateful for a rescue. "Say...that smells like food, doesn't it? Now that you mention it," he said, even though no one had mentioned anything, "I haven't had anything to eat since breakfast. We should go get the food."

At the moment, Boxcar was completely unconcerned about the secret doorway in the lodge basement. As soon as he had been rescued, any trauma of the event had fled his mind, replaced with a very "I meant to do that" sort of attitude.

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Nora had gone back to the kitchen to start loading plates with fajitas so that people could start eating them as soon as they arrived, when she heard a thump against the kitchen door frame, and she whirled around to see the girl slumped against the frame. "You're awake!" Nora gasped as she put her utensils down in a hurry and - without stopping to even take her oven mitts off - strode over to where the girl had stopped, and she came to a halt just within arm's reach. She tried to gesture with her hand by her glasses, but then realized she still had the mitt on, and she had to take it off and then make the adjustment. A medical diagnostic program supplemented Nora's basic medical knowledge; while the girl was shaky and was still a little pale, nothing indicated any serious injury, at least externally.

"E-Easy there," Nora stuttered soothingly as she flipped off the glasses readout and held out her uncovered hand. "Can you make it to the table? I just finished making lunch, and you look like you need some nutrients right now."

Nora suddenly remembered that her last chat with this girl hadn't gone so well, and she swallowed audibly in anticipation of another blow-up, but she held her ground; the girl had been through a terrible crash, and possibly hadn't eaten for a day or two by what her glasses told her. It was no wonder she was on edge. And Nora still didn't know her name!

"I hope you aren't vegetarian," she quipped with a nervous laugh.

[User]
"I had the weirdest dream," Sam began. She was staring past Nora, whom she did not seem to immediately recognize. Maybe it was the lack of a labcoat, or perhaps the concussion, but her voice was quiet and distant; not the defiant enemy she had been before. "They were coming to take me again." She took a deep breath, but instead of a calm exhalation, it shuddered its way out. She pulled her eyes away from the non-specific point to which they were affixed and studied Nora. She didn't see a labcoat anymore; she saw a pretty blonde girl with Coke-bottle glasses and a witty apron. She could not help but crack a smile.

"Vegetarian? Hell no. I didn't hit my head that hard." She quipped. Apparently even a concussion had little effect on her social skills.

There was something familiar about Nora. Sam could not assemble a complete memory, but she had definitely seen this person before. It was outside, she decided. There had been trees, and sunshine, and the smell of smoke. She inhaled again, and the lingering scent of grill smoke triggered another part of the memory. Still lacking enough information to piece it all together, Sam decided to leave the puzzle for another time. There were more important matters, like making sure her head injury hadn't removed more than an hour or two of her short-term memory. Everything seemed hazy, and she couldn't concentrate.

Still, presence of mind eventually won out and she began wondering where all the classic questions were. She'd expected inquiries about her name, her place of birth, or what day it was. Through this indulgent musing, Nora's voice was like a quiet murmur.

"Sorry," she eventually offered, shaking her head. "Must have hit my head. It hurts."

She pushed gently on the door frame and straightened herself, then took a tentative step. The room spun, but she fought it with deliberate care, each step a minor victory in the war for fajitas. They just smelled so damned good.

[Assistant]
Ashley was rather perplexed at Boxcar's sudden lack of stress once the door was opened. Perhaps he was more basic in nature than Ashley had initially presumed? With the location of the switch to open the door now known, Ashley figured she could come back at any time. Though she would want to come with a buddy system since, as Boxcar had shown, the door seemed capable of closing behind you. If there was no way of opening the door from the inside, Ashley would want someone reliable standing on guard to open the door once they were finished.

When Boxcar mentioned that food had been made available Ashley gave a sniff of her own. The smell was faint, though noticeable. Seeing no point in being rude and skipping the communal lunch time Ashley gave a shrug and spoke her thoughts aloud. "This doorway will be here until we get back, unless it somehow moves. The food upstairs, however, may not always be present. Let's eat while we have the chance and perhaps some others can join us later." Turning, Ashley gave Samuel a thumbs up and said. "Good work, yeah? You had something you wanted to tell me earlier, what was it?"

Ashley had heard him begin to speak before she had found Boxcar, and was curious as to what he might have to say. Ashley initially assumed that it had to do with her announcement of her lycan status, but she didn't speak this thought since it would've been rude to assume what Samuel had wanted to say. Instead, Ashley merely waited for him to speak again, hoping that Samuel himself remembered what he had wanted.

Boxcar, likely either unaware or uncaring of what Samuel had wanted to say, probably headed upstairs to find himself something to eat. Ashley didn't blame him, as it had probably been a while since Boxcar had eaten. Ashley wasn't really all that hungry due to the fact that she stopped for food on the way over, but it was better to eat food when it was offered rather than force food to be made when you were actually hungry.

With that in mind, Ashley waited for Sam to speak again, though she wasn't afraid of leaving to go and eat should Samuel find himself at a loss for words.


[System]
Age: 11
Sex: Female

At around 4 foot tall, Linnea is a thin and tiny girl with a kind face that is used to smiling and vivid light-green eyes that hide Linnea's yearning for freedom from the prison that is her frail body. Slow of movement, a quiet voice and long, ethereal white hair give her the feeling of a wintry ghost in slow motion. She wears oversized hand-me-down dress shirts and sweaters over dresses and skirts for convenience sake, but prefers jeans and pants whenever she has the strength to put them on.

Personality: Linnea is a melancholy mix of kindness, sadness, curiosity/naiveté, and in stark contrast to her weak body, an iron will and determination. She has found it her personal calling to be kind-hearted and almost always has a smile on her face and a greeting for others. But, Linnea doesn't really laugh. She smiles often, most of them forced, but she's used to it. Her sadness and anguish comes from the fact that she feels she is a burden on her family, and that she misses them so much. Her smile is a way for her to hide/push away the sadness so that others wont worry over her and to show how appreciative she is.
Because of her sheltered upbringing, she is very curious about the outside world, it's peoples and cultures. She can be very curious about strangers, but too shy to ask too many questions. She loves all cuisine and is always willing to try new food. She also really loves flowers! Her most used color is white, but her favorite color is yellow. She has a strange and almost unconscious habit of picking up small objects to fiddle with while she is deep in thought or engaged in conversation, and then later realizing she has the object and not knowing where she got it from.

Background: Linnea grew up in a loving but struggling family with a single mother who worked herself to the bone, and an older brother who dreamed of going to college, then making it big and bringing prosperity to their poor family. Linnea always had a weak health and constitution, but a year ago she was diagnosed with a rare muscle disease. She could still walk, but she got tired very quickly and easily, and the doctors said it would only get worse.
It was then, because of expensive medical costs, that her brother decided to quite school to take on multiple jobs and help out the family, but the mother wouldn't allow it and there were many arguments. They finally decided that the brother would at least finish high school before joining the workforce, but even then, the mother was heart broken that her hard work couldn't even allow her son to go to college. Linnea saw all this. Saw how much they loved her and worked hard for her. She loved them So much! But she could do nothing for them. So she smiled for them. Even if she would cry and cry on the inside, she would and least smile and show her appreciation for being loved so much.
On her eleventh birthday they took her to a nearby flower plantation where they had a fun and peaceful day enjoying the flowers, the sun, and a picnic. Her mother and brother both got her a white poppy flower each, which made Linnea really happy. But then, her mother cried. She cried and begged for forgiveness for not being able to give Linnea a better birthday, a better life. Linnea and her brother both tried to soothe her, but they both ended up crying instead, all of them holding onto each other.
The next day, Linnea packed a duffle bag, left a loving goodbye note on the kitchen table, and left home...

Powers: Linnea's powers basically give her stereotypical ghost abilities. She can hover as if she is in a zero-g state, but she can control her direction and orientation with ease. She can't fly very fast (yet), only at normal walking pace. She can also become immaterial and phase through objects and people. Eventually, she may be able to make objects and other people fly and phase like she can, as long as she is touching it/them.

Personal Motive: Linnea doesn't know how she will ever be able to do it, but she wants to one day become able-bodied and financially successful so that she can take care of her mother and brother, who have both sacrificed so much to care and love her. She wants to return that 10 fold.
A small goal in her life is to sample/experience all the types of food from around the world.

Mementos: Other than a duffle bag of clothing, she brought with her a family photo album with 2 pressed white poppy blossoms in it (one with a blue ribbon, and one with a green ribbon). Linnea felt really bad for taking the photo album, but she needs it, and will occasionally look through it to reinforce her determination.

[User]
In the middle of his slow and well paced backing away, Coco found his hairs standing up at the sound of rustling foliage, his body turning sharply. What he found was no little bird (thank God, he'd gotten sick of those), but rather a small ... tiger? Curiousity caused Coco's head to tilt as he leaned forward for a closer look and- yes, that was a tiger. The only time he'd seen one was in a cage the City Man's friends brought in once, but he was sure the stripes were a tell-tale sign. The colour was a bit different thou-

Coco flinched back at the tiger's sudden release of a growl, the hand he hadn't realized he'd been reaching forward quickly pulling back. "Good kitty," hushed the small man, crouching lower to try and seem less intimidating (something which he wasn't used to doing given that, well, he usually wasn't all that intimidating), reaching a hand to try and console the small feline.

The response he received was nothing short of welcoming. The clay tiger roared, leaping forward to try and ward Coco off, the dark skinned man releasing a surprised yelp. Before he knew it, in the panic, his body had heated up once more, and when he pulled his hand away accidentally brushed against the tiger's ear. Coco held his hands close to his chest, having fallen back on his bottom, looking over the tiger in panic only for it to change to curious shock.

The little thing was... meowing(?), its ear having hardened and causing it to tilt to the side. It wobbled awkwardly towards Coco before its ear landed on the ground with a soft and solid thud, Coco's hands having cooled down and reaching over his 'o' shaped mouth. Did he do that? Oh crap he totally did that.

"Hey, hey, I'm sorry," he said, starting to crawl towards the tiger once more (but at a distance where he knew both of them were safe), "Are you okay? I'm sorry- can you talk? Also I don't know how to fix you, sorry." A beat. "But it was mostly your fault for trying to pick a fight."

[Assistant]
It felt kinda strange to be towering over people.

Plus, judging from how these people reacted, including that one behind her, it was clear as day that they were from the real world as well.

"I uh... thought you had your sidearm. Stannis Krolikov, formerly of the 75th Ranger Regiment, United States Army Rangers." The man started speaking. "I was hiking, went to sleep for the night, woke up, got lost and then found this dirt road. Not long after he found me," Gesturing to the scared man down the road with his head, "Then you showed up."

"I see. Juno Aulia, police officer." She looked around at them, noticing the spearman, Stannis, was sneaking looks at her horn. "I assume everyone here is heading to the village on account of some dream?"

All of them seemed a bit... young.

[User]
Chad Formost

 Chad began walking, farther and farther into the woods it seems. No sign of any humans anywhere. This was until he hurt a scream, a bit of murmuring, something about a sandwich, and some yelling. Chad gave a smile. Finally, people. He didn't stop to think that the yelling was a sign of anger. He was just happy to hear voices, voices he could understand.

     After walking a little ways the voices grew louder and clearer. He got there just in time to hear a woman say something about being a police officer. Along with saying something about a dream and a village. Chad immediately stepped into ring of people. "Hey everybody." He gave a bright smile and a wave. "I'm Chad, Chad Formost. Please to meet you. I'm really sorry for butting in but I'm a little lost and could use some help. Do you think any of you could help me?" He looked at the woman and spoke, "I heard something about you being a police officer. You also said there was a village near. Could anybody take me there?" Chad felt embarrassed. It wasn't like him to butt into a conversation uninvited. He didn't like interrupting people while they talked, but he need the help. He waited for a reply.

[Assistant]
Linnea hadn't flown very far, but high enough where she noticed smoke from the nearby village. As she was about to head off, she heard the commotion by the dirt path, and turned around to see more people showing up. Becoming curious, Linnea floated as close as she dared, but staying inside tree cover to see what they were talking about.
A policewoman? A soldier? They looked scary, but maybe it would be safe to be with them. At the very least, they were the closest to being authorities as she was going to find out here in the forest. It was after the happy looking young man asked for the village that Linnea made a decision. These were probably the others from Earth, so might as well work together. If anything bad happens, she can just fly away.

Linnea floats over to the group, revealing herself, but keeping above them so that they cant reach her (through normal means).
"Hi, um- hi. Eh-Excuse me, the village..." Linnea stops to take a deep breath, and points, "The village is over that way. It's not far, but maybe it will take us a while to get there... maybe."

[User] "...Rickie, was it? Why does it feel like there's some sort of meeting going on?" Kirrian asked him while they both walked down the road.

[Assistant]
Dusty yawned, slowly shifting in his sleep. He reached to his side to scratch his leg and felt something furry. He opened his eyes and looked down at the small furry intruder that was climbing into his lap. It was some sort of rodent, similar to a mouse, but different from any he had ever seen. He calmly brushed it away, and leaned his head back against the tree he was propped up against. But he didn't fall asleep. He went to sleep in his bed, not against a tree. He opened his eyes and surveyed his surroundings.

Raising his hand to his forehead to block out the sun, Dusty looked at the wildly large trees, and the local wildlife, completely different to the largely reptile population of home. He slowly stood up, talking to himself. "I didn't know there were forests like this in Arizona..." he said, turning around, and almost tripping over the rifle at his feet. Dusty bent down and picked it up. It was a musket, only capable of firing a single round a time. Not very high tech, but it would do. He grabbed it by the strap and slung it over his right shoulder.

Dusty then looked to his clothing, which was a distinct change from the boxers he went to sleep in. He was wearing some sort of uniform or working attire, and a pistol sword combo around his waist. A voice had told him in his dream he had been brought here with others, but Dusty didn't know there others. Could he trust them? He didn't believe in leaving it entirely up to chance. He unslung the rifle and loaded it, tightening the wheel lock, and pouring in powder from the small horn he was wearing around his belt. It came very naturally to him.

With the rifle loaded and in this hands he set out to find the others. Quickly he found a trail through the woods. Something big and strong with human feet had been through. It left a trail like an elephant, rampaging. Or maybe it wasn't. Dusty just found it easy to track, almost as easy as breathing. He followed it, quietly, almost completely silent at all points, and only audible within a few yards. He followed the trail to a small brook and then to a clearing where a large group of people and something Dusty assumed made the trail conversed. He stayed yards away in the tree line, listening without intervening, rifle lowered as he tried to discern the intentions of the group and if they were ultimately friend or foe.

[User]
Edwin thought he heard the man with the spear mention that he was some kind of Army Ranger... that didn't ring true to Edwin, the man looked barely older than him. Still, best not argue with the man holding a spear. It's probably good for my health.
Edwin plastered an awkward smile on his face and slowly walked forward keeping his hands spread out and away from his body.
"Hi, Soldier...Krolikov? Am I pronouncing it right? That is a very big and sharp looking spear you have there. I must admit it is quite intimidating, certainly much larger than the dinky little crafting scalpel in my left pocket. Well I suppose size isn't everything, or am I saying that to make myself feel better?" giggling in nerves Edwin took one last hesitant step forward, now to the left of the tall officer, thinking it best for him not to be behind an officer of the law with an admitted potential weapon.

"And yooooooou are a... tall drink of water Officer Aulia. Might I say that is a very fetching dress you are sporting. The colour suits you." Edwin stalled for a moment once his eyes locked on to Juno's horn. "I can't say that I am here for any particular reason, I'm not in the habit of taking advice from my dreams."

"Now where are my manners, my name is Edwin Gordon, artist by passion and by trade, it is a pleasure to meet such... strong, capable looking individuals, but I really should be looking for my little Clay Tiger." as Edwin was about to beat a hasty retreat a little girl's voice sounded above him inquiring about a village. Nerves now thoroughly frayed Edwin started wondering if his imagination had left him playing without a full deck of cards.
"Oh, hello flying girl. I don't suppose you got here by taking the second star to the right, and heading straight on till morning? I am so sorry, that was in bad taste..." coughing awkwardly Edwin asked "I, uh, didn't catch your name?" Edwin only slightly regretted asking, since now he was certain that his Clay Tiger was getting further away from him, but felt that manners demanded that he stay and listen to the floating girl.

[Assistant]
Linnea looks at the man with exciting hair and becomes curiously excited about this supposed clay tiger.

"Ah, my name is Linnea Falk. Now that we're together, maybe we shouldn't split up too much? I'll can help you look for your tiger, if that's ok?"


[System]
Age: 22
Birthday: May 1st
Magic: Negation. Angel has the ability to block all physical magic directed his way in an attack, whatever type or element. He can choose to reflect this energy back as though the attack bounced off a rubber field, or launch the same type of attack back once at an opponent. He can only stack one of these stored powers at a time.
Magic Level: A-B
History: Angel was born to a single father deep in the Boundary Forest, far to the north of Fiore. The reasons for his societal exile died with his father when Angel was seven, but he had been taught enough rudimentary skills about survival to fend off the monsters that infested his home that he wasn't torn apart within weeks or anything. Rather, as he grew, he honed his skill in hunting and cooking until he proved self-sufficient enough to turn the weeks of survival into months, then the months into years.

By the age of sixteen, however, Angel had left the Boundary Forest in search of who he and his father truly were. Having never required currency or merchants for anything in his life, he found the journey into civilization difficult, and to support himself he began cutting a swath through Veronica and south down the peninsula, staying a couple months to cook at inns and small restaurants for a couple months. As his purse grew, so too did his culinary repertoire - and, eventually, his traveling party, as his meals impressed one Kaia Iona. The girl became his traveling companion and sous chef as they traveled south into Fiore, where they currently are residing.
Personality: Ferrara is sunny and cheerful, but you wouldn't know it from his tone of voice. He speaks with an odd combination of earnest, confusion, and painstaking politeness coming from having spent the first two-thirds of his life removed from even village society. Idioms and snide remarks often fly over his head at terminal velocity, and he proves almost incapable of being insulted. Instead, his frustration and negative emotion often channels itself into a fierce determination to do right by people, and intense loyalty to his friends.
Guild and guild mark location: None yet
Team Members: Cyare Staunton
Three Strengths:
1. Cooking
2. Grooming
3. Pep talks
Three Weaknesses:
1. Metropolitan areas
2. Sarcasm
3. Alcohol
Greatest Love: A warm meal with friends
Motivation: Engineering a way to end world hunger
Appearance:

Additional Details: He's my trap queen watch him hit the bandooooo~

[User]
Fraquar Alinstar
@Caits@Zarkun

Fraquar nodded in response to Jamie thanking him for the warning. It was the least he could do, as he didn't want to see any harm come to the girl either. Relaxing again, he listened to Jamie and Sanders speak. When it was his turn, his expression was one of worry.
"My guild is only six members strong and we're in a small settlement town. We're attacked often and the attacks are becoming more frequent. While we're exhausting ourselves, the enemy never seems to send the same people twice. In fact, I see more new faces rather then old. And with old and powerful enemies possibly on the loose now, I doubt my guild will last much longer, let alone the town." He said. "As for natural disasters, I have noticed a slight increase but nothing worth troubling over for now. But please, tell us your tale Jamie."

Amelia Averyonna

"Thank you sir." Amelia said kindly, moving closer but keeping a respectable distance from the group before sitting cross legged on the floor. She could tell by how tense some of the guards, especially the one who had talked to her, where so she decided it might be best to let them know that while she would be staying, she didn't mean them any harm. As she sat down, she would let her wings come out from under her shirt and stretch out. The skeletal appendages made no sound as they moved and the six crystals on each wing swayed with the movements of said wings. The crystals glowed dimly, even in the present light, save the purple ones which appeared to be absorbing the light around them slightly.

Jackie

"She was trained to reconnaissance and information gathering, with some combat training. So while she can probably hold her own against most, mages of your power are still beyond her ability to fight without magic. Since she lacks power and glass will do nothing on your jade scales, she used the best course of action she had, which was redirecting your power back at you." Jackie said with a shrug. "She's got decent enough reactions to use her magic with minimal thought but... she still lacks combat experience and you're taking this far to seriously for training."

[Assistant]
Grane Falo | Adamond City, Outer Station @Lmpkio

Before Saya spoke to the armored man, he seemed preoccupied with something but quickly looked up as he heard her voice. "Thank you your reassurance. But do not worry about that. I was just given a message that Aldridge himself will be guiding you through the city. He should be meeting you on the monorail car that is arriving here.".

It took some minutes, but the car finally arrived into the station. As the car door slid open, a ramp extended out to allow two armored guard to marched out with someone else between them. The guards also had a majority of their body covered by their armor and fabric, what could only be seen of their true form was the bluish glow emanating from their helmets. However, the man in the middle has his true form slightly visible enough to be seen. This was the Wizard Saint, Aldridge. Although the guards had their attention focused faced forwards towards the group and Aldridge facing Grane directly, Saya, Grane, and Dochas would feel a strange sensation quickly phase through them. With a hollowed voice, the Saint spoke.
"Grane Falo, it has been about 15 years since you last came here. What business does the Magic Council have here?"

"Two. One involving Dru's current location and second involving help with understanding the recent earthquakes that are occurring in this sea."

Aldridge and his guard stood nearly frozen in place for a few seconds until finally responding. "Then you may enter the city as our guests. Please board car." The guards stepped aside, allowing group to enter first. "But I would like to state right now. Once you enter that car, none of you are allowed to use your magic until you leave the city. If there are no questions, then let's go." Although saying that last part, Aldridge quickly turned away before they could ask a question led the group inside the car.

As they began their walk to the car, a Grane's voice could be heard in everyone's minds except for Aldridge's people. "I suggest that everyone follows his rule of not using magic and not test him on it. Although the title of Saint goes to extraordinary wizards, they usually have good ethics. Of the four individuals who we given the Saint rank to, Aldridge is the one that we have the least information on."

??? | Myrtle Town, Marketplace @Krayzikk@Onarax@Plank Sinatra

As the two wizards entered the market area of the town, there were already a few shoppers at this time. Some chatted with the shop owner, walked around as they viewed each store wares, or simply found a comfortable place while waiting for most of the stores to be open.

"Hey, you two early birds there! Over here!" Not too far away from the two wizards was a man calling them over as he "Greetings fellow travelers, what brings you to this border town? Looking for some nice souvenir of Fiore?"

[User]
Perry the penniless... Again

A cold wind blew through the streets, causing a sleeping teen to shiver himself awake. The surrounding was much different than he remembered leaving it. The night before he had been able to gain a room at a local inn, a comfort he seldom got. He slowly rubbed his eyes, thinking that perhaps that would clear his vision of his room. But this was to no avail.
"Oh great. I wake up in an alley again." He said as he got to his feet, but a sudden wave of nausea caused him to nearly topple over, if not for the nearby trash can that he managed to catch himself with. Upon doing so, the lid was dislodged from its resting place, causing it to fall onto the ground in a clatter that to him sounded like an explosion.
"Ugh. Another one. Elena come on!" he yelled before noticing that he was not in his usual attire, but a red dress that he didn't recognize. "What the hell am I wearing!?"
"Hmhmhm," A voice came from inside his head, each chuckle like a hammer to the poor boy's head. "Come now Perry. I think that look suits you."
Perry knew the voice well, as the two had become inseparable after a botched spell a year ago.
"Elena. Please." Perry pleaded with her.
"Oh fine. You're no fun when you are like this. You can't even enjoy my master prank." She said.
The boy's hand raised to his temple with a small glyph on it. "Healing Magic: Hang Under."
Perry began to feel a wave of comfort go over him, releasing him from the effects of Elena's partying.
"Thank you. Now... WHAT AM I DOING IN THIS DRESS?!" He yelled as he requipped his standard clothing...and a scarf.
Elena burst out laughing while Perry discovered that his wallet was now barren. The realization caused Elena to quiet down.
"Elena. What happened to all of my Jewels?" He asked rage building.
"Well...," she began before taking a deep unneeded breath. "After you went to sleep I took control because I remembered seeing a magic item shop, so I spent 5000 Js to buy that dress you had on and went to a Tavern because I wanted to test the dress and it works really well but I ended up drinking too much and got into a brawl with some guy because he grabbed my butt so I knocked him out with a Table, but the Bartender demanded I pay for the damages and drinks.
Perry sat grasping the bridge of his nose in annoyance, took a deep breath and gently asked, "Alright. That's par for you.
 What does the dress do?"
He could practically hear Elena smile sheepishly, "It has a charm spell on it that makes the opposite sex attracted to you."
Perry rolled his eyes saying, "Typical." before hearing his stomach growl.
"Aw man. We don't even have enough to eat right now."
"Well, I mean, there are some local Guilds here. Maybe you could find an easy job to get some money. Plus, there could be a Wizard in one of those guilds that can help us in our little predicament."
"That's...Actually a great idea!" Perry yelled as he left the alley and began running towards what he thought is the nearest guild, a shining smile on his face.
"You have no idea where you are going do you?" Elena asked causing Perry to slow to a halt.
"Nope. Not a clue." He could feel Elena face plant inside his head. He noticed he has ran straight into the market area of town. He then turned to a nearby vendor. "Excuse me. Do you know where the nearest Guild is? I'm a traveling Wizard and need a job." He asked politely.

[Assistant]
The man running the shop paused what he was doing long enough to have a slightly bewildered look on his face. "You must have been traveling for the last few months to ask that. The nearest guild is here in town, Phoenix Wing. They participated in the Grand Magic Games just a few months ago which was a big deal." Nodding his head slightly he pointed off down the street. "It's in the center of town, big building. Just head five streets down, make a right, two more streets and left, and you should be going down the main road that'll take you by the place. Can't miss it."

Considering the mage was looking for a job the shop owner considered they might not have much money on them. That didn't mean he couldn't make a sales pitch though. "And if you're ever in the market for some jewelry be sure to remember that Ol' Pete pointed you in the right direction." He grinned and pointed to the fign above that read 'Ol' Pete's Fine Jewelry'

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Ariel - Phoenix Wing Guild Hall
Since everyone that she had been talking to appeared to be busy Ariel wandered over to the job board. There were still a fair amount of things to do. One in particular seems to have been there for as long as she could recall. It was titled 'Myth Or Legend' and was a research mission. Which to be fair didn't sound like the most thrilling job in the world. But it did sound like something not too terribly difficult. Pulling the job off the board she decided that she would do it.

It would probably be a good idea to be sure that everything was cool before she left though. That might be a bit since it looked like the guild leaders were having a meeting. Folding up the paper she tucked it away and headed outside. As per usual things were getting busy in the hall and she could use a little fresh air and sunshine.

Once in the rays of the sun the slight gloom that had settled over Ariel lifted. It felt like things were going to just get more complicated but she couldn't let that get her down too much. As her spirit lifted she changed to her Light magic, the color of her hair, eyes, and clothing changing from blue to a light yellow. Raising her arms over her head she stretched and grunted. "Ah, much better."