[System]
Race: Muran

Age: 20

Appearance:

Art done by Midorynn!

Magic: * Speed Magic - Ethan accelerates himself using air magic, running and striking much quicker than a normal fighter.
* Air Burst Magic - Releasing concentrated bursts of air magic, Ethan can knock away opponents, deflect attacks or launch himself to high places - the latter of which he rarely uses, poor landing strategies.

Gear:
* A bo staff, made of treated snakewood with small steel rings around the ends, both reinforcing and packing an extra punch with strikes.
* A small, wrist-mounted launcher which contains woven steel coils. Used to swing himself in conjunction with his magic for excellent maneuverability. More often than not ends up flying into something.

Brief history: From the tiny forest town of Kinsgrove, Ethan is a novice Magi and hapless explorer. He grew up enamored by guards, the concept of upholding the justice and maintaining the peace. Even at a young age he hurried along the brave men and women of Kinsgrove, and more often than not snuck along during patrols to see them in action. He would frequently be seen in town, wooden sword in hand, helping guards with their day-to-day activities. When he grew up he was determined to join them and help keep Kinsgrove and the surrounding lands peaceful and quiet for all of its residents.

Ethan would have his chance at playing peacekeeper, though not in the way he had hoped. In a regular training session with the town's resident Magi, an old man by the name of Cedric, members of the Church visited the town. Practicing magic was explicitly forbidden without license, this was known but kept quiet. For who was going to turn in a child and a beloved, long time citizen of their village? Though their first offense the Church made an extreme declaration: both Cedric and Ethan would be taken away and sentenced within one of the cities. In the blink of an eye Ethan's world changed and he found himself in a wholly new environment, the one person he knew carted off to a cell somewhere.

His fate would be a bit different. Instead of being locked up as a prisoner he would be changed into a Hunter for the Church. With very little formal training both in magic and swordplay he had a lot of work to do. When it became apparent they could not instruct him in any reasonable amount of time he was passed, declared a Hunter and relegated to simple jobs. Help to settle local disputes, clean up the city, and on a very rare occasion, actually accompany other Hunters to find a Magi. He preferred the menial tasks: dragging people into custody was never enjoyable and he never quite felt like he was dishing out justice. But he hadn't a choice, he was a Hunter now, and he'd do as the Church told him.

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"Oh, Ethan! Ethan Campbell. Nice to meet you, Cecil!" Under better pretenses, he wished, but at least they had run into nice people; bandits could just as well have found them. Bandits... Another reason for them to keep moving. There was so much risk for those back on the beach and here they were, stood around and chatting casually. Ethan looked around at their group, with two more - three if you counted the moorcat. It was far from a small rescue party now and with how many people they had it made settling down for camp even less practical.

Which made him roll his eyes when Yarri suggested they keep moving. You were the one who suggested stopping in the first place. Ethan let that thought remain as just that: a thought. It wouldn't do any good to start arguing among themselves. "Yeah, we should get moving. And we can help carry the kids if you're so worried they'll 'slow us down'." He suggested, frowning as he glanced sideways towards Yarri. "Or we can take our time. Who knows, we might end up finding more people!" He was kidding but now Ethan worried he'd just jinxed them; no town was going to accept twenty or thirty people out of nowhere; if that were the case then they should have just brought everyone from the ship with them.

"We should keep the kids in the middle of the group. That way they're safe if we get anymore... Uh... Surprises." Somewhere in his oft-hapless mind was the training he'd received from the Church, training which he was now clambering to retrieve. There were protocols for everything and this was no different - at least he didn't think it was. Ethan smiled at Amuné, then Cecil, and clapped his hands together. "Why don't you and... Adrian?" He asked, glancing at their resident healer for confirmation. "Why don't you two walk together? Cecil, you can... Uh... Well walk in the middle of the group! And Yarri, maybe you can take the rear? You and your... Cat, can help make sure nothing's following us!"

One of the privy sailors spoke up about the proposal. "And what will you be doing exactly?"

"Leading, of course! Someone has to!" Ethan's confidence and smile waned under the doubtful look of the sailors. He had asked which direction to travel in right out of the gates, naturally people were going to doubt his navigation skills. And they were right to. With a reserved sigh, he shrugged his shoulders and looked back at Adrian. "How about you lead, then? I can uh... Watch Amuné?" Maybe he was trying to put things in their place that didn't need to be. But any successful escort mission - and that was what this had become, thanks to these two kids, involved forming a perimeter and keeping people safe. A little tricky to do given their group, but this should solve that issue.

Another sailor let out a groan and rubbed at his face. "I should have stayed back at the beach..." Another seconded his complaint, leaving Ethan standing at the front of the group with an awkward smile. Thank goodness for his training, otherwise he'd seem like a total idiot... Instead of just a partial idiot. Maybe he should have stayed at the beach too.

[Assistant]
Adrianna had no intention of forcing the kid to join them. Frankly, it would have been a relief if she had decided not to join them. They had a whole ship-ful of hurt people they had to get help for, and a stray kid wasn't going to make her job any easier. But the girl's pet seemed to think that joining them was a good idea, as did the boy, so their numbers went up. The white-haired man introduced himself as Ethan, and after a brief back and forth with Yarri, Adrianna perceived a bit of a struggle as to who would proclaim themselves leader of this ragtag group. Fortunately, they would only be together for this walk, so she didn't imagine things would come to a mutinous end.

Ethan decided, after a bit of back and forth, that Adrian would lead the group, and the children would be in the center. Yarri, with supposedly the keenest senses, would take up the rear and keep an eye out for tigers or stray children, as these forests seemed to be riddled with both. It wasn't a bad suggestion, but the nature of it reminded her a bit too much of the most basic training done by the Church. Just a coincidence. She told herself. You're being paranoid and seeing something where there is nothing. But paranoid was what kept her alive, and she couldn't help but feel a bit more on-edge about being so close to the man.

"Sure." Adrianna, unlike the sailors, made no fuss about the assigned post, and moved up to the front of the group. She set a somewhat brisk pace, though she slowed when she put too much space between her and the others. With everyone on alert, Adrianna didn't begin to start up another conversation with the girl or Ethan, and the others were too far away. It was probably better to just stay quiet to not attract unwanted attention.

As they settled in more comfortably, Adrianna's senses began to wander. She glanced back at Ethan, feeling something…off about the man. They had already been walking together for some time, and she hadn't picked up anything before. But now… No, she was sure of it, he had gotten hurt. But how? When? All they did was make camp, and…well, he got run over by a child, but surely the boy couldn't have caused that much damage. Adrianna turned back to see Cecil's gauntlets. Well, perhaps he had. He clearly had some sort of modifications, and if the blunt ends of those things had smashed against the wrong part…Ethan could have gotten seriously injured. He likely wasn't, in this case. All she could sense was some blood clotting in his chest. It would probably form a nasty bruise, but it was nothing worth fussing about. What's more, the injury was not the type she should even be aware of.

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With her decision to stay with the group for now made, Amuné paid the rest of them a little more attention. It looked like they were getting ready to move again. Ethan suggested she be in the middle of the group, but while it might have made sense to him it was the very last thing she wanted. If he wanted to watch her then he would walk with her -- after all, Wyth was very good at watching her and keeping her safe. She didn't think of the wilderness as frightening, but the people, they were. Most of the group didn't even consider that a girl of ten couldn't walk as fast as they, not even Adrian. She had to push herself to keep up, and even then she ended up lagging behind. It was just as well. With most of the adults in front of her she could see what they were doing, and that was reassuring. The Ydran woman with the black leopard had moved off somewhere, and that was fine with Amuné. She hadn't decided about most of them. Ethan was closer, maybe closer than she wanted. But she did need to thank him, didn't she?

"Um." It took a second try before she managed to find her nerve. "Uh, thanks...for the meat, I mean, and...y'know. For saying you'd help. Even if Wyth wouldn't hurt me, I guess you don't know that." She paused. "He's really not scary, you know. I mean...not if you're not trying to hurt us." Even now the great cat paced at her side, tolerant as ever of her fingers tangled in his coarse fur. Amuné fell silent again after that at least for a few minutes. Her thoughts, however, were anything but quiet. One of the people had said there was a beach, hadn't he? So that meant a body of water. Could she have made it all the way to the sea? That was a long way from home, according to her daddy's maps. Was it far enough to be safe? She didn't know if anywhere would really be safe. Nor had she been given any instructions beyond running. Tears sprang to her eyes unbidden and the girl tried to wipe them away unobtrusively. One step at a time, wasn't that what Mommy always said? For now, she was heading for the town, and if she could she'd take flint and steel before going off on her own again. After that...she'd have to see.

[Assistant]
"Hey... It's only the right thing to do! Don't even mention it." As if anyone in good conscience could ignore a child on the side of a road. She did have her moorcat with her - Wyth was his name - but Ethan didn't feel comfortable leaving her be. Moving out, he fell in line alongside Amuné and Wyth. He seriously doubted anyone, or anything, would try to cause them harm with a group this size, but precautions never hurt. Silence felt awkward and Ethan was compelled to speak with the child. When he looked down and caught her fending back tears he turned away, rubbing uncomfortably at his neck. "Um... Once we get to town, maybe you can get some clothes...?" Was he addressing the problem? No. Heck, aside from what he could see he hadn't a clue what might be bothering the child. "Oh! I might still have gold on me, we can get you some more food too, if you'd like! For you and for Wyth!"

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The sky had turned a gentle shade of red when the group arrived at the town's gates. Large doors blocked their entry, and two men stood on either side, pikes in hand. It struck Ethan as odd that the small town was sealed up tight. They were stopped shy of the gates and one of the guards met them in the road. Unlike those in the city who wore polished armor and sported fine weaponry, these men clearly had settled for what they could get. Simple quilted vests, heavy leather gauntlets, padded trousers and boots made up their "uniform"; their weapons looked to be fashioned from farming tools.

It wasn't a wealthy town then. Strange considering Ethan was certain he saw a mill on their way up the road.

"Halt. State your purpose, travelers."

He would like to think that their purpose was fairly clear. A few sailors, a child, filthy and unkempt, a ragtag group if there ever was one. "We're here to get help. A ship capsized in the sea, and there are survivors back towards the shore." The guard looked at Ethan, appraising him. None of them were exactly much to look at, either too young to be of any significance, or too nondescript. Which was precisely why the guard was being wary.

"A ship? The coast is miles from here, boy. You mean to tell me you all walked here?" It was a bit difficult to believe admittedly. They had just survived a shipwreck only to walk for half a day to find aid. Ethan nodded and the guard glanced back at his partner. "How many survivors?"

Ethan cursed mentally, not having had the wherewithal to take count. "Not many... A dozen, maybe two?" The estimate was high for sure and served to color the guard's face in doubt. Ethan stepped forward and smiled uncertainly. "Maybe more like... A dozen and a half. Look, the point is we need supplies. Some of them are okay, but others probably won't last long. Anything you can spare would be a huge help."

The guards shared words in private before one called for the gates to open. Rather than let everyone inside however, one of them disappeared into the walls, and the other joined him. "We're going to speak with the foreman. Wait here." Foreman? Did they mean the one in charge of the mill? That made sense; the town was too small to have a mayor, which likely meant whoever headed the town's main source of income would be in charge.

Ethan watched as the doors sealed shut before them, sighing. "Well... They didn't say no!" He laughed, and he was the only one to do so. Awkwardly settling down, he looked back at the gates, wondering if he should have shown his insignia. These people couldn't possibly turn them down if they knew he was with the Church. He adjusted his cloak, still damp and stiff from being soaked, peering at the faded patch. Maybe he could use it as a negotiating tool later if he needed to.

A few short minutes later the doors were opened, this time granting them access inside. "Foreman's busy at the mill, but he's agreed to hear you out. Come on in." The town itself was small, with little more than a dozen buildings inside the walls. A small group of children stopped in the middle of town when they entered. Ethan smiled and waved to them politely only to watch as they bolted off in between two homes. Why did children hate him?

"Inn's over there if you're wanting a drink. We don't have much left, but we'd appreciate the business." One of the guards motioned towards a two story building. It hardly looked welcoming, with peeling paint, dirty windows and vines growing up the walls. The guards left them be and the doors were sealed once more, leaving the group standing at the entrance by themselves.


[System]
Two-Step

"You may have swag, but I've got swing."

Vitals
Title: Maestro

Age: 29

Sex: Male

Date of birth: 26th July, 1986

Lineage: -

Class/Major: Pugilist

Class/Minor: Mage

Occupation: Wandering Pugilist

Alignment: Chaotic Good

Marital Status: Single

Birthplace: Basin, Caesura

Blood Type: A+

Eye Color: Blue

Height: 6' 4"

Weight: 166 lbs

Hair Color/Style: Short brown hair, well kept in a left side parting.

General Appearance: A lean, lanky individual, Jonathan is also impeccably dressed at every occasion he can afford to. His main dress is a navy blue suit ensemble, consisting of a navy blue suit jacket with thin white pinstripes, a darker navy inner waistcoat, a stark white cuffed shirt and a navy blue tie, along with slacks and his signature black leather tap-dancing shoes. He also sports plain white dress gloves and a simple, thin watch on his right wrist, and a nice, blue fedora with a white band around the body of the hat.

Skin Tone/Condition: Normal Caucasian skin tone, slightly tan.

Markings: -

Combat Stats

Dominant Hand: Right

Equipment:

-Upper Body: -

-Lower Body: -

Weapons
* Basin Street - A pair of tap-dancing shoes fortified with specially enchanted metal plates on the toes, soles and heels. The shoes are always paired with a pair of white, cotton socks that are also enchanted with magic. The spells on the shoes grant Johnny's legs with the powers of speed and air manipulation, also known as sound. The spells on the socks are strengthening spells that grant his legs, feet and hips with enhanced endurance and strength to accompany the power of his shoes.

Johnny fights using a style comprised of a few things, that was taught to him by the masters of old in his home city of Basin. This fighting style mainly uses the feet, with the addition of the hands as pivot points or supports, similar to that of the Brazilian martial art Capoeira. However, the main difference is that this style also incorporates many elements of Tae Kwon Do in it, specifically the many low to high standing and crouching kicks, along with the intricate footwork of tap-dancing to confuse and distract opponents.

Abilities
* Enhanced Endurance, Speed and Strength (Lower Body) - This ability allows Johnny to kick with increased strength and power, and also being able to block and withstand blows of a similar power using only his legs and feet. The speed aspect lets him essentially kick at the speed of sound or over, effectively letting him kick with the power of a sonic boom at maximum efficiency.
* Enhanced Agility

Magic
* Beat - Johnny uses his sound power and stomps hard down on the ground once. The impact, combined with one good, strong push of air vibrations, results in an extremely large shockwave that expands from his foot and dissipates over distance, to a maximum effective range of twenty feet. Multiple Beats strung together in sequence can create a devastating earthquake that can destroy small structures, more detail in the section on Staccato below.
* Scratch - Manipulating the air around the toe and heel of his shoes, Johnny is able to create blades of compressed air by kicking in a short arc either from left to right or vice versa. The length, speed and strength of the air blades are directly determined by his kicks. Short, fast kicks produce many smaller blades that are easily blocked but are overwhelming in number, while longer, slower kicks result in bigger, stronger blades that take a fair bit of strength to overcome, akin to trying to stop a MLB batter's home-run swing.
* Crash - If Beat is the starter, Crash is the coup de grace. By hopping into the air a short distance, drawing his feet in and then kicking downwards upon landing with the force of a jet plane fly-by, Johnny is able to stamp a humongous shockwave into the ground that ripples and explodes the earth in circles around him. Each explosion increases in intensity the further it gets from him, to a maximum of three explosions in three perfect circles around him.
* Staccato - By tap-dancing on the ground, imbuing each hit with Beat, Johnny enters Staccato mode, Beating an earthquake into the ground that he controls. The intensity and strength of it is determined by how fast and how strong the Beats are, to a maximum of a 8 or 9 on the Richter scale, an extremely devastating earthquake that he can only maintain for several seconds before he has to stop and move to avoid being harmed by his own attack.
* Accent - With a high or low straight kick, powered by air, Johnny is able to shoot bullets of compressed air at impressive speeds of up to the speed of sound. These bullets, or Accents, are aimed simply by way of the direction he kicks in, up in the air or down low at the ground, so as long as it's a straight kick and not a curved kick.

Bio
Voice: Deep, smooth basso.

Personality: Johnny is a very laid back and suave fellow, one you would see leaned up against a wall or a bar counter, drink in one hand, a woman in the other. He's smooth and slick, cunning and feisty, yet kind spirited and gentle to boot, in stark contrast to his fighting style. A ladies man all the way, he is the most gentlemanly to those of the fairer gender, going out of his way to make sure they receive the utmost respect that befits them. With other guys, he's very chummy, the bro amongst other bros, and you'll never see him without a smile on his face unless something's very, very wrong, because Johnny is also very optimistic and cheerful, something that's helepd him all through his life.

Backstory: Johnny hails from the tribe of the Swing people; collectively known as the Oldies of Oldtown, his tribe are one of the oldest in the whole of the land. The music they practice and play is also one of the oldest forms of music in the land, as attested to by their elders. Eons ago, Jazz, Swing and Blues were formed from the hearts and souls of the early Caesurans during their trials and tribulations of terraforming their unstable land into their homes. Their blood, sweat and tears distilled through their emotions and into their voices and song, and thus the Trifecta of Trials were born. Jazz, Swing and Blues make up this trio, and Johnny's tribe were the first of the Swingsters in Caesura. He is of their current generation, when the music has reached new levels of ingenuity and excellence yet they dream higher and greater, and he carries these hopes and dreams of his people with him.

Being a current generation Swingster brings along its share of troubles, and for Johnny, nothing was more troubling than being the sole heir to their style of self defense. All Swingsters knew how to fight to defend themselves, that was true, but Johnathan Twostep was the upcoming heir to the title of Maestro of Swing, something that he didn't quite fancy. Sure, he was the best fighter they had, but he simply didn't want the high life. He enjoyed his time spent in the dives and bars of his home town, Basin, and the relevant dangers that posed to his health. He loved the adrenaline and the adventure of it all. Being the Maestro meant that he'd spend the rest of his days cooped up in some boring school, teaching all the young Swingsters how to fight and to defend themselves. Not a life for him. He left Basin a week before he was to inherit the mantle, and as such his whole town got into an uproar.

Now he wanders the multiverse, having fallen into a portal while running from those that pursue him. Still with no real idea of where he's going or how he travels, he wanders in search of a good challenge.

Others
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[User]
The sly bugger dodged his air blades. Not surprising.

As he wheeled around for the roundhouse, he saw An dart to his left and immediately stop, rolling and standing up quickly mere feet away from him. He couldn't stop the roundhouse so that went, and he immediately put his foot down.

Then the mega increased gravity hit him and he sank instantly to a knee, his hand slapping the floor, preventing him from going straight down. All around he could see the same thing happening to the other patrons. Their panicked screams filled the room.

That's when Johnny realised that his opponent was manipulating weight, he was manipulating gravity.

Sly bugger indeed.

A power like that required concentration, though he was sure that a fighter of his calibre could enact the gravity changes flawlessly without so much as a thought. He needed to get his proper speed back by restoring the gravity in here.

Compensation was key.

An lowered down into a crouch, coiling his legs in preparation for a strike. Johnny wouldn't let him.

He turned a little so An held the center of his view. With his strength, he pushed himself into a stand and reared out his right leg in a straight kick, his heel lashing out at the young man. The bubble of compressed air created there took the momentum of his kick and sped off like a shot, its acceleration way faster than the blades he created. This was an air bullet in all senses of the word; a small, powerful projectile of compressed air that flew at speeds equalling that of sound itself, and hit with the force of a medium-calibre bullet. His fastest projectile attack and, in such a tight space, the hardest to dodge.

Without giving him time to think, he hopped on his left foot and twisted swiftly to the right, bringing his legs upward to his chest again as he landed and stamped again, bringing another double Beat onto the ground to make it shake violently. This close, An would feel the ground shift at least a foot or two into the air and down, an extremely severe earthquake the closer he got to his impact point.

And then, without even waiting for the ground to subside, like he had previously, he twisted round to the left, crouched low and reached out with his left hand, planting it firm onto the shaking, shifting ground, a move he'd practiced as he'd learned to keep his balance during his own moves. He gathered a ball of air beneath his left heel as his body swung around and An came into view again. Then, he made the air pocket explode, rocketing him forward at twice the speed he normally achieved, his hand providing leverage as he shot forward. He brought his right knee up and forward, coating the front of his lower leg with a sheath of compressed air.

The increased gravity kept him low, just the way he wanted it. His flying knee strike was aimed square at An's torso, now that he was crouched. His impact time came in seconds from his burst of speed.

If anything hit his shin, the sheath of compressed air would explode forward, imparting the force of a shotgun blast in that general direction.

His left leg was drawn in close to his body, knee curled up slightly against his chest, as were his hands and arms. If that fighter chose to make a move, he'd be ready.

[Assistant]
Gravity is the weakest of the four fundamental forces, yet when applied to the human body, it is a brutal taskmaster. The patrons in the nightclub could attest to the power of gravity, as they now weighed 2.5 times as much as normal. This included Johnny whose normal weight of 166 lbs. was now somewhere around the 413 lb. mark. While the added weight would be laborious to the fit young man, straining muscles, ligaments and tendons would indeed protest any strenuous activity. The potential for self-injury was clearly present, but given the man's flexibility, he would have to enact something extreme for that to happen.

Jackrabbit stretched out his leg, snapping it into a straight kick that launched another distance strike aimed towards the crouching An. Knowing the Johnny had range on him, and the only way to negate range was to close the distance. An launched himself from his crouched position into the air, affected by zero gravity, soaring up towards Johnny. As An did so the man was in the process of dropping low as the dance floor buckled and rolled under the earthquake power of Johnny.

Tucking into a soaring somersault, his feet shooting out, An hoped to catch the man in the face with a literal, flying kick. If the kick managed to hit, An would be ready to follow up, if not he would have to adjust gravity to allow him some leeway in how he would counter the jackrabbit.


[System]
Appearance:

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Alias & Nicknames:
Zana Doo, Zee, Ra
Age:
26
Place of Origin:
Auckland, New Zealand

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Blood Status:
Half Blood
Sexual Orientation:
Straight
Relationship Status:
Single

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Wand:
Does not use a wand as Uagadou students are trained through hand gestures
Education:
Uagadou School of Magic
Specialty:
Legilimency and Astronomy
Experience as a Regulator:
3 years

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Biography:
Born in Auckland to a Muggle father and a magical mother, Zara was the youngest of six children (2 boys, 4 girls). Her father struggled to make ends meet especially when his wife, the children's mother, suddenly disappeared when Zara was only five years old. While her siblings were determined to locate their mother, Zara buried every emotion and thought within herself. She was known to just walk around talking to herself and giggling- her small neighborhood determined her to be quite mad.

It surely helped that her older siblings were half bloods and had magic within them- otherwise Zara wouldn't have known what to do when things started to explode around her. It wasn't much longer after that when she received her dream token and was soon headed off to Uagadou School of Magic.

As Zara aged, she could still be seen talking to herself and stealing glances at everyone near her. This was brought to the attention of the Headmaster as they feared the teenager was truly going insane due to the disappearance of her mother. It was later determined that she was a Legilimens and did not know how to not pry into others' minds. From then on, she was taught how to control the art and her personality soon blossomed. She began to not only divulge into the study of her skill, but she also loved studying Astronomy. Zara was obsessed with the idea that there were others out there quite unlike herself.

Towards the end of school, Zara was a bubbly and fun-loving girl who loved to change her hair color every few days. It wasn't until one seemingly uneventful day visiting her family that she found herself walking through town, surrounded by a large group of protesters. What they were protesting, she couldn't even tell you. She had decided to use her skill in Legilimency to pass away her boredom- that was her worst mistake. She soon came upon the mind of a rather disturbed individual and flashes of her mother started to appear. Zara watched the memory of the strange man savagely and brutally killing her mother.

Everything inside her snapped. She doesn't remember much from that day, only that she was found screaming in the square and was quickly taken away. She never spoke of what happened; in fact, she didn't really speak much after that day. Zara was returned to school where she barely managed to graduate as she just didn't apply herself. The professors did not know what to do with her. Until that is, when she was approached by members of the ORO.

It was a promise of a new start- the promise of helping others who had been slain just as her mother had been. She had also secretly been harboring for revenge against the man, and hopes to one day locate him once more. Zara is still not quite right in the head as she tends to allow her mind to drift off, and has been known to take a peek or two into the mind's of others around her.

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Notes:
*Claimed color is teal
*Non registered animagus is an otter
*Patronus is an orca
*Boggart is the faceless man laughing as her mother screams
*Obsessed with tattoos
*Speaks English, Swahili, Bantu and Niuean
*Has thick New Zealand accent

Emoery Corrigan
 - "Seems very sad. And intriguing. And strangely has no sad memories even though everyone else is full of them. Definitely am keeping an eye on this one."
Isadora Albescu Fuji
 - "The woman is absolutely ghostly- but charming. Reminds me of my sisters."
Nichole Arminstance
 - "Nickie is a fun one and is always able to make me laugh."
Florian Sabinov
 - "Tall, dark, and dangerous? What girl can't swoon after that?"
Kieran McMillan
 - "Aww, a pup. Puppy pup pup. His fur can warm my toes any day of the week."
Velvet Gertrude Moon
 - "Bunny! Aw, bunny. Sweet bunny. Nice girl. Definitely my go to for my clumsy ways of breaking things."
Arthur Stone
 - "Those eyes." Sigh. "They remind of the crab nebula. All the browns and the greens..." Sigh.
Natalia J.DeVito
 - "Girl is a major green thumb. Have you seen our gardens?"
Athos Du Vallon
 - "Ah, he has the pet birds! I don't like birds. Weird with the wings. Flapping all the time."
Felix Twycross
 - "Oh, he's a saint. Seriously. I had gashed my forehead open one day and it was gory and oozy and yeah- there's not even a scar! Wanna see?"
Sebastian Montague
 - "Such a pretty man...But quiet. Very, very quiet. There's another galaxy beyond those eyes."
The Caretaker
 - "Aww, he's such a sweetheart! I just wanna squeeze him all day."
Richard Baar
 - "Gloves. Such an odd name. Who would name their child Gloves? Poor kid. Oh, that's not his real name? Really? You sure?"
Tariq Moham Lerius
 - "He's too kind of a man to have such a confused soul. But, hey. Can never go wrong with a Russian!"

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"There was a time when meadow, grove, and stream,
The earth, and every common sight,
To me did seem
Apparell'd in celestial light,
The glory and the freshness of a dream.
It is not now as it hath been of yore;—
Turn wheresoe'er I may,
By night or day,
The things which I have seen I now can see no more"

He spoke in a whisper from the book on his lap, a single tear falling from his amber eye. He closed the book of poetry and placed it upon the desk in front of him. The Caretaker spent all of his days within the ancient walls of the Mysterium Domum or at least, all the days he could remember. What came before he did not know. At times, during these quite moments of deep reflection that his mind is full but only for a second. Like leaves in the wind, memories envelop him but as just as swiftly as they arrive they depart to places yonder, places that he cannot reach. Getting to his feet, the quiet man moved onwards, taking with him his cleaning brush.

The evidence room was not his favourite room to clean but it was one that must be kept in perfect harmony lest the restless dead come a calling. The Caretaker entered with his brush and first made his way to a large mirror, wiping it down with the cloth from his pocket. Inside was not only his hideous reflection but the image of a family, a mother and two daughters, forever trapped. "Miss Myrtle you look ravishing today as always. I brought this for the girls" Reaching into his jacket, the Caretaker pulled out a YO-YO and threw it into the mirror where it soon appeared in the child's hand. "Miss DeVito brought it back from a trip. I hope they like it" He offered a broken smile, his hand coming up to touch his marble face in bashfulness, which soon turned to repulsion at his own visage. He turned away quickly.

He turned his attention to a small wooden box, wrapped in chains. The dybbuk box was a hell of a case, he remembered Master Barr coming home covered in cuts, bruises and severe lesions after his battle with the demon trapped inside. It was lucky that Master Twycross was there or things would've gone terribly wrong. He ran his cloth around the edges, avoiding the chain of silver as he did so lest he suffer a terrible burn.

Robert the Doll stared at the lonely man with his terrifying button eyes, sealed away in his glass case. He was filled to the brim with dark and terrible magic, a monster that forced children to murder for him. A truly haunting case which frayed the edges of even Master Stone.

A child's imagination can be a terrible thing, especially when that child happens to be a wizard. Glancing at the Dungeons and Dragons board game that sat on a nearby pedestal, the Caretakers eyes were once again filled with tears. He did not remember that particular case or anything before it. The patchwork sheet that was his memory would not allow him to see prior to that day where he awoke in pain, in a pool of blood on a hill in Yorkshire. Fear and terror overwhelmed him, he gripped his brush tight as he hurried from the evidence room, slamming the door shut behind him.

In another room he sat, the only room where he would find company on this day. He looked upon the faces on the wall, moving pictures of Regulators since passed. Thirty spaces had already been taken and with every face he looked upon, his heart would break all over again.

[Assistant]
Interacting with:

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Natalia stepped aside, allowing Kieran to have his personal space again. The guy was such a hard nut to crack, regardless of how many times she tried to get him to loosen up a bit. But the fact of the matter is that it was in his nature to be detached, and changing a habit that old was simply next to impossible. Nonetheless, she would continue to strive for the unattainable, if only to show that she was still interested in working with him as much as the first day.

"Couples it is," she responded with a look of approval. His ideas were always good, and today was no exception. Even though Natalia had been Kieran's mentor when he first joined their organization, he had brought with him his intelligence and quick wit, and that was something she couldn't help but admire. She then looked past her partner over at Felix, who was more than likely planning how him and his group they were going to make their approach. He was one of her older friends there, and even though she trusted him with her life, she had never really shared her past with him, nor anyone else for that matter. Natalia took quick a look around, noticing everyone was still working out how they were planning to advance forward with the case. It was always a good idea to get as much detail into the cover story as possible.

"But can you please pretend to look happy that you're with me? Regardless of the fact that we're here purely out of concern due to these nasty rumors..." she added, shifting her weight as she crossed her arms with a smile. She was only anticipating the day that Kieran would find a new partner, but he hadn't changed his mind yet so her company probably wasn't all that bad.


[System]
Race: Seraph
True Name (If Seraph or Squire): Flicker Kindle (Pmohsic Sowbmi)
Vessel (if Seraph): Fire Opal charm on Ter-Bius' Guillotine Blade
Gender: Female
Age: 734
Height: 4'9"
Weight: 79 lbs.
Appearance:

Personality: mature and demanding, towards those she deems worthy of her presence, but shy, timid, and secretly manipulative towards those she does not like
Weapon: Pair of Orachalcum Gauntlets
Fighting style: Martial Assault Artes
Seraphic Artes:
Dragon Dash- Kindle leaps slightly into the air and performs two horizontal kicks.
Eagle Dive- Kindle jumps above the enemy before rapidly shooting into the ground with powerful force, usually with the knee or foot first. This creates a short-range shock wave in the air, while setting the character up to continue the combo with a ground-based arte.
Demolition Drive- Kindle first charges at her enemy, then assaults them with a series of punches.
Lucent Palisade- Kindle spins nearly horizontally, emitting light with her gauntlets that later travels a short distance ahead of her in the form of a wall.
Piercing Blast- Kindle leaps into the air, briefly gathering energy into her hands that she later fires at her target in the form of a laser.
Spirit Rush- Kindle draws her right hand back briefly, charging green energy into it, then quickly punches it with her right fist at the enemy, releasing a stream of light-blue energy following by a quick left punch that also releases a stream of energy.
Sundering Fury- Kindle first leaps into the air, then charges at her enemy, striking it. She then leaps again and performs a front-flip that sends a shock wave in front of her.
Lion's Howl- Kindle slams the target with extreme force, creating a blast of energy in the image of a lion's head, which forces all nearby enemies to be blasted away and knocked to the ground.
Deadly Force- After a prolonged charge delay to draw in chi from the surrounding area, the user strikes forward with their palm to create a powerful blast, freezing all enemies' perception of time for a short duration. Although this attack requires a very significant amount of time for preparation, it is capable of dealing an unmatched amount of damage with a single strike.
Sword Assualt- Kindle bends as light focuses on her, then charges at her enemy, leaving a trail of light in her wake and slashing her right gauntlet widely to the right. It also grants her one stack of Iron Stance.
Bladerang Hurl- Kindle spins counterclockwise with her right arm extended and purple energy trailing behind it. She then performs a curved punch to the left, sending an arc of red energy ahead of her.
Shotstaff Blast- Kindle aims her right fist at her enemy, charging it with pink energy. She then fires a bullet that explodes upon impact with the enemy, and she is thrown back a bit by the strength of the bullet she shot.
Blitz Bomb- Kindle conjures fiery wisps that concentrate on the enemy. Then they burst into a large dome of flames, able to send enemies into the air.
Flare Vortex- Kindle conjures a fiery tornado that circles around the enemy. In a large radius around the enemy, the ground is set aflame, and fireballs launch upward from the burning area.
Lightning Blast- Kindle shoots several thunderbolts in a small arc in front of them.
Burning strike- Kindle summons several flaming meteorites to rain down on the battlefield, successively striking the target with each meteorite and landing a few steps ahead of the previous one in a straight line.

Mystic Artes:
Infinitia Soul- Kindle spins around once and hits the enemy into the air. She then becomes several beams of light and continuously hits the enemy several times. The lights then combine, and Kindle appears above the enemy. Finally, she then kicks the enemy down to the ground.
Venom Strike- Kindle casually kicks the enemy into the sky, then focuses her power for several seconds, cracking the earth with the pressure. When the enemy falls back down, she throws a hay-maker that sends them flying into the distance.
Zero Dissolver- When this arte is used, Kindle summons several beams of light and directs them toward the enemy. After they successfully hit the enemy, Kindle jumps and changes into several beams of light herself and hits the enemy several times into the air. The beams then combine together into Kindle, and she finishes the enemy with with an uppercut.
Concerto Infernus- Kindle begins the arte with her arms open wide, Her gauntlets emitting flmaes. She then spins, conjuring a flaming whirlpool beneath her, with wisps of fire circling her. She finishes the attack with a strong punch of her hand sending an arc of fire toward her enemy.
Bio:

Name: Ter-Bius
Race: Seraph
True Name (If Seraph or Squire): Suwdeok Scudimj
Vessel (if Seraph): Orachalcum Gauntlets
Gender: Male
Age: 120
Height: 6'5"
Weight: 218 lbs.
Appearance:
Personality:
Weapon: Guillotine Blade
Fighting style:
(Hidden or Seraphic) Artes:
Mystic Artes:
Bio:

[User]
Ter-Bius and Kindle had found themselves at the city of Cadnix after learning what a bad reputation the Earth Seraphs were getting. With a new war upon the planet between the Earth Empyrean and just about everyone else. Many Earth Seraphs were chosen as officers to lead an army of malevolence to spread terror and rid the world of Humans and any Seraphs that stood in their way. This meant towns and villages that would be destroyed, or natural disasters that weren't so naturally caused to effect the fertile land and change trade routes. Many towns and cities had begun to disrespect Earth Seraphs, even if they weren't involved, some of them even banning them all together. However, those that walk the path of Wind knew that most everyone was welcome as long as peace was kept. Kindle knew this and she figured this would be the perfect place to continue to live with her two younger brothers, Ter-Bius.

Not long after arriving, Ter-Bius had found themselves at a bar, wanting to learn the new place and how well their alcohol selection sat with them. Taking a seat and ordering the same drink at the same time, they both sat and drink in unison. Like they mirrored each other to perfect choreography, they got many looks from those around the room, though just about everyone could tell they were Seraphs, not many knew why they behaved in such a manner. A beer or two in the boys conversation with each other was very in depth about their new life in the city of wind, hoping they wouldn't get a place that sat high about ground considering they both enjoy earth very much. A fair looking young lady sat adjacent to them at the bar, she was merely enjoying a drink, after work most likely but enjoying time to herself. They boys were just about ready to stand up when a sprite-ly blue figure seemed to make his appearance at her side.

Water Seraphs were mostly respected as they were ones to help others before themselves, not to mention they were also the primary combatant of the Earth Empyrean's war. Ter-Bius went back to their drinks and continued the conversation until Ter happened to notice that she was becoming uncomfortable about the advances of the Water Seraph. A mere thought and Bius could see right through his brother's eyes. They both stood up and moved over to where the two were sitting. Standing behind the Seraph, Ter spoke first, "Hey, let her be," Bius bumped in, "She wants notin' todo with ya," "So scram," "Or we'll make ya," a hard accent leaving their voices as they took turns speaking in a rather scripted practice. The Water Seraph was not intimidated and quickly retorted with remarks of how Earth Seraphs were nothing but trouble. The boys continued they scripted play, starting with Bius this time, "The only one causin' trouble is you," "She'd like to enjoy her drink alone," they spoke in unison and leaned in towards man they towered, "Without you."

It didn't take long for the bartender to see what could escalate and asked the commotion to be taken outside if that's where it was gonna go. The Water Seraph quickly agreed, not afraid of the two and expecting help from some people standing by seeing two Earth Seraphs pounding on a Water. They small fight started, though it was obvious that Ter-Bius stood a far greater chance, not just by numbers but by the fact that the man barely stood taller than their shoulders. With the man going after Ter first it quickly became a game of ping-pong as the boys simply pushed the man back and forth, not daring to lay a fist and pure rough house the guy out of being a jerk. Bius was the first to lunge forward, grabbing the man in a grapple and tossing him through the air only to be caught by Ter and smashed to the ground. Though not enough to break anything, and if he wasn't Earth-Tough there would sure be a bruise to last.

"TER-BIUS!" and loud shout from a small person echoed the streets. A young bright red lady stood not far from the commotion. Kindle started to stomp her way to her younger brothers. Immediately the boy released the man, probably too weak to get up from a simple tackle, and stood up tall at attention, ready to receive any punishments they might be getting. The two were rather truly terrified of her, even though she stood much much smaller and posed little of a threat by appearance she still had a strong punch to knock them both out cold. "ALLEYWAY! NOW!" a fiery tone in her voice as she marched the men over and away from the streets to avoid any more unwanted attention. "What did I tell you boys? We just got here and here you are making a scene in the middle of the street. Let alone a WATER SERAPH of all people." Ter-Bius had nothing to say, they knew they were told not to cause trouble but they couldn't help but come to aid the lady. The tension in the alley started to fade as Kindle sighed and let out a small flame from her single curl on top of her head. "Honestly what am I going to do with you two?"

Bius was the first to speak, "Were sorry sis," "Don't mean to cause ye trouble," "We were just doin' what was right." Kindle smiled and stepped back leaning against the wall, "I know I know, I'm sure what ever he did he deserved it, you guys never did anything aside from what was right, you're good people Ter-Bius, sorry you live in a time where the world hates you."

[Assistant]
Aliya felt a bit better now that she had a moment to herself. She had time to think of a plan. She knew she needed help and not from soldiers or the Celestials but people outside the war that were just as affected whether they realize it or not. Finding it would be another story.
Aliya heard a commotion just down the alley. She saw the little Fire Fae yelling at the twin Earth Fae. Normally upon hearing there was conflict between Water and Earth she would have gotten upset but this was a free city and she knew even Azurius's Generals could be pompous jerks. She was still a bit unnerved by being near Earth Fae though so she decided it'd be best to duck out but she hadn't moved since she had slumped down the wall and adrenaline has long since subsided.
"Ah! Hell! That hurts!" She winced, letting out a loud groan of pain as her entire body ached. She noticed a few cuts on her arms and sides she felt the stinging sensation they had on her cheeks as well, "And this was him holding back…" She pouted childishly bitter again about her defeat. She almost forgot she wasn't alone and her cheeks turned a bit pink. Subtlety wasn't always her strong suit and she was trying to avoid conflict in the free city. She went to get up again so she could leave but she couldn't even manage that. She slipped on some trash and fell back hitting the wall and her body screamed out in pain.
"This is lame!" Aliya yelled out of frustration. "Today is not my day!" She stopped caring about leaving and just lay in defeat. She put her hand up and waved it about a bit. "Can I get a little help here?" Even if they turned out to be working for Turfirius she was always ready to rumble she just needed a chance to heal herself.


[System]
Age:12 mentally, IDK physically
Gender:Male
Race:Anthropomorphic Toy Raccoon
Homeworld:Winnie The Pooh
Key-Weapon:Slingshot
Magics:Flee and Steal
D-Links:Lilo
Job:Thief
Appearance:An average looking raccoon toy, with a black and white "mask" over his eyes, a mostly light gray body with a white belly, and black-furred upper and lower paws. Is about as tall as Roo or Piglet.
Brief History:Rascal was made by a factory machine, as most modern toys are. His stay in the toy shop he was placed in was brief, but he distinctly remembers the toys there bullying him for his shyness and social awkwardness, causing him to draw into himself even more. After being passed over a few times by a few kids, he was eventually bought by Madeline Robin, Christopher Robin's daughter, and was being brought over to The Hundred Acre Wood proper when he fell through a universe crack.
Other:(Might as well do a brief personality here) Mischievous and sly. Acts cocky and brave, but is secretly still timid and shy. Calls people he doesn't like and his enemies "losers" as part of his facade. Wants friends more than anything, but isn't quite sure how to get them yet. Very insecure.

[User]
Verik

Swimsuit boy was the first to catch up with Verik, asking him why he would flirt up the Queen. Admittedly, he put on a bit of a performance back there, but he needed to get close to her to seal the pact. "No need to be mean. She was pretty enough, in spite of her weird getup. I figure a woman as rich and powerful as her could only be this upset with some random forest girl if it was a matter of jealousy, so I thought she'd like it if I appealed to her vanity. Who knows? Maybe a boost to her self-esteem would be enough to make her forget about this whole thing. Either way, we're supposed to be undercover mercenaries, and that question back there made her suspicious. We wouldn't want the queen thinking we're questioning the legitimacy or morality of the job. Also, I just like making friends. All kinds of friends, really." Thinking back to his old friends in Florem, he had to admit, he missed them, even if they were jerks. The Queen was petty and vain... similar to a lot of his old friends, actually, but her throne room wasn't all that big despite the great riches available to her. Her actual throne was a bit gaudy, but it was only two steps above ground level. There was something more vulnerable and lonely in her conceit, and he could empathize. Of course, he wasn't about to excuse trying to kill some innocent girl because of mere insecurities, but being on good terms with bad people wasn't a bad thing, in his opinion.

Verik stops to face Conner, holding his hand out for a handshake and giving him a friendly smirk. "Speaking of which, would you like to be my friend?"

[Assistant]
As the party seemed to bow and bid a hasty retreat, she called to them "Oh, and i will give you a reward for the hearts of anyone who tries to protect her. She has already used her charms to corrupt a pair of the first mercenaries i sent after her. Nothing is as heinous as a traitor..." She said. Kalak had the strange feeling she was staring at him when she said that. As soon as they closed the door behind them, her smile instantly turned into a frown. "I have a feeling they are going be a thorn in my side..." She sighed. Barely a few minutes had passed when there was a flash of light in the corner and Grimhilde stood up, staring a the being that had just appeared. "Who are you, explain yourself." She demanded. The man that entered took a bow.

"Greetings, dear queen. Truly, the elegance, beauty and grace of someone such as you is matched only by... Well, me!" the man laughed.

"You seem to presume much to come in here and make a claim to my throne of fairity." She said, her lips curling into a snarl as she raised her hand, seemingly ready to strike with her magics

"Then fear not, my queen, for i come to you with great tidings. You say that some of your mercenaries are having trouble killing this traitor, constantly being corrupted by her?" Grimhilde's hand slowly lowered. "Then allow me to introduce you to a new weapon in your arsenal. One that i give freely." A rhythmic stomping of many feet in unison was heard as Grimhilde's face curled into a curious smile. "I presume them to be to your liking?"

"Very much so..." She smiled "Go forth, my new soldiers and kill the wretch known as Snow White." She ordered.

"KILL!!!" A chorus came in unison, before she watched her new army file out of another door towards another exit to the castle.

****

Outside, Kalak and the others gathered back in the courtyard. "So, she's hiding something..." Kalak sighed. "But right now, all we have to go on is that girl and the longer we stand here, the closer those other mercs get to her." He jumped up on the well and struck an epic pose, whilst pointing out towards the woods. "ADVENTURE IS OUT THERE!!!" He jumped down and set off at a run towards the woods, hoping that the others would follow.

[User]
"Of course she's hiding something." said the Sorcerer, at last breaking his long silence. He wondered how long it would be before someone else had started to notice what he had noticed a while ago, "And she's hiding it under the castle somewhere. I sensed it coming from somewhere below the throne room. Power. Real power. Not like the cheap smoke and mirrors tricks she was doing in the throne room." he reached up and adjusted his red coat a bit, also using the time to let them react however they would. But he wouldn't wait long.

"And best of all? I'm pretty sure I know what it is." he said with a cocky smirk, "A mirror, magical of course. And if I'm right about it, one that possesses near omniscient levels of knowledge, and able to answer anything you ask of it with perfect accuracy. I assume you all realize the implications here?" he glanced about at his current companions. Surely even the most clueless among them would make the connection. That a power like the mirror's could allow one to always know the movements and whereabouts and anyone they wish to track, among a myriad of other ways it could be used... or abused.

"I say the mirror should be our goal." he said flatly, "For two reasons. First: We can probably use its power to locate the Princess, saving us the time it would have taken to search for her. And second: It would be in our best interests to ensure that such a power remains well out of the wrong hands, if you catch my meaning."

[Assistant]
Noticing that nobody was following, Kalak stopped as Canaan brought up some valid points about the current situation. "Don't..." Kalak laughed "Don't want to be a negative nancy on this, but i'm hearing a lot of "Pretty sure" and "If i'm right"" Kalak stated. "Ok, she's got a lot of magical power in that castle somewhere. 1) We don't know for a fact what it is 2) even if it is an all knowing magic mirror, we don't know what's guarding it, could be powerful 3) If it is a magic mirror and its guards are weak enough for us to push through, we don't know it'll answer any of our questions. It might be inclined only for the queen herself. And whilst we're wasting time pushing through a lot of unknowns, that bug-guy and the skull-guy and whoever else is out there are still trying to kill that maiden." He shook his head.

"Our first priority is finding that princess and getting her safe, then we can storm the castle and deal with the magics in there. My point is, one of our goals is time sensitive, the other isn't. We should deal with the one we KNOW about first and deal with everything else later."

[User]
Conner blinked, and gave Verik a look. He wasn't so sure how good of friends someone who was willing to hire mercenaries to kill someone just because they were prettier than her could be. This kid was weird for sure… But he was cute, Conner couldn't deny that! "Um… yeah, sure dude." Conner returned the handshake, and followed the rest of the group.

As they were heading off, that guy in the red cloak suggested going after the queen's magic mirror. He wasn't wrong, he knew the story of Snow White, it had to exist somewhere… Even though he was always up for an adventure, even he thought that was a bad idea. Kalak thought so too, and brought up every reason why. "Yeah, as much as I would love a little action, I agree with him. Unless that magic mirror can teleport us directly to her, we gotta keep the princess safe… Plus… uh… no offense bro, but you kinda give me bad vibes… I don't know what you're gonna do with that thing once we find it."

[Assistant]
After a short argument, the party had decided to search for the Princess and go back for the supposed mirror later. The forest was lush and thick, their first entrance seemed a little difficult with vines and other knotweeds preventing easy incursion. As they finally managed to find a way into the forest, the dense cannopy began to block most of the light, the photosynthesis-starved smaller branches and bushes grabbing at their clothes as if the claws of demons. Cio-Cio began to glow as a lightsource as the forest quickly began to look as if night had fallen. Finally it opened into what looked like a maze of paths. The Dreameater seemed to lead the way, seeming to sense the pure heart off in the distance.

Following her down a path, they could each feel an evil presence emanating from further in. As they continued to walk, Kalak would quietly pick at the strings of the guitar. Suddenly, they would hear a familiar sound before a scream. "What in the heck?" The party set off at a run towards where the sound had come from. As they reached the clearing, they found the body of the green man they had met back at the castle, laying in a slowly expanding pool of blood, his chest impaled by several a large spears of wood. "Ooooooh..." Kalak winced. "Who the heck did that to you?" Cio-Cio slowly buzzed over to the body and began looking it over.

[User]
Rascal

Rascal visibly gasped when he saw the green man, his eyes wide as he rushed over to him. The cocky facade was entirely gone as Rascal's entire body shook, wondering who would do such a thing.

"Is there anything we can do!?" He asked, looking at Kalak and Cio-Cio.

[Assistant]
Verik

Verik eyed the green man as he approached him. "This is the same man who accepted the queen's offer without hesitation, I believe. As Kalak said, I don't think he's got a problem 'killing pathetic creature for money.' I bring this up because I can save him, but if I do, and the same thing happens to one of you, I won't be able to do it a second time. If I help him, he could become our enemy, and even if he doesn't, one of us may unknowingly be trading our lives for his. It's not as simple as self-sacrifice. Any lives we would have saved and any lives he will go on to take will be doomed by this choice, but the alternative is leaving him to die when we didn't need to. We don't have a lot of time before the decision is made for us, so let's go straight to a vote. Raise your hand if you think we should save him."

Verik looks the others in the eye, one by one. It was quite sudden, but they needed to make a choice. He was quite reluctant to spend his only use of Raise on an enemy, but if they could make him an ally, or at least a friend, it would be worth it. He couldn't just do nothing, because when he uses it later, they'd ask why he didn't use it now. That being said, the idea of reviving the green man and being blamed for his choice down the line was scary, so he put it to a vote. This way, no matter what they decide, no one will hate him. It's the perfect plan.

"I will abstain."

[User]
"Who said anything about 'storming' the castle?" retorted the Sorcerer with a scoff, "Have none of you ever sneaked into any place before?" he shook his head. The idea that someone like him would suggest using brute force was laughable, hysterical even. And of course they questioned his certainty about the mirror. Okay then, seemed it was time to spill the beans.

"I know all this because it exists as a fairy tale in the world I hail from. That's how I'm so certain about the Mirror and what it can do." he leaned in a bit for a hard gaze at shorter guy, "And according to the story, the Mirror is a spirit that was enslaved and trapped in the mirror by the Queen. So if we were to... rescue it? Well you can probably guess how grateful it would be to us for saving it."

But that didn't seem to be enough. And now the would-be surfer dude was accusing him of giving 'bad vibes', as he put it. That made the Sorcerer's blood boil and he whirled around to glare at him, "What I'm doing is looking at this from the bigger picture. So I'm sorry if that gives you bad vibes, 'bro'. What exactly do you think I would do with the Mirror? Lug it around with me everywhere I go? Don't be absurd." he rubbed his temples in frustration, "Obviously my suggestion is to take the Mirror back to the old man. If he doesn't know a way to free the spirit, then he's sure to know someone else who does."

But despite his arguments and against all of Canaan's protests, the group voted to search for the maiden first. Canaan hung back as they walked, clearly having no desire to make this choice, "Tch, this is why I hate Democracy." he muttered under his breath. It was also why he hated having to work with other people. If he'd been on his own he could have just gone with his own plan and not have to care about trying to pitch the idea to anyone else.

But as the group entered the forest, Canaan could almost immediately the smell the stench of a dead body somewhere deeper within. Soon they found it, the body of one of the mercenaries that had passed by them earlier. He was clearly dead, impaled on a bunch of tree branches and roots. And now suddenly it was turning into a vote on whether to try to help the poor fool or not. Great, another 'vote'. Because the last one went so well last time. Canaan rolled his eyes, "Look, who cares? He's dead and gone, guy was probably an idiot anyway. And remind me again who it was earlier that was making such a big deal about not wasting our time?" he shot a sideways glance over Kalak and Conner.

[Assistant]
"I..."

Rascal hesitated. On the one paw, leaving the guy dead felt cruel, wrong even. On the other paw, however, the guy was going to kill the Princess of Heart they were supposed to protect, and he didn't seem to be a very good person, either.

Hmm...

"I'll pass."


[System]
Age: 35
Gender: Male
Faction: Federation
Personality: Gruff, As a soldier most of his life he believes he has seen many terrible things. He never fought in a way but he has seen all of the video files on the old battles and that has made him a bit Cynical and Jaded.
History: As a public figure many aspects of his history are known. He joined the Federation military at 18 and immediately went into the piots program. he was a gifted pilot and quickly rose through the ranks until he was selected to lead the Federation military. Commanding the Irish-Class battle cruiser Excalibur as well as being the primary Pilot for the XXXG-00W0 Wing Zero Gundam. He leads the Federation military from the Earthsphere itself rather than on the planet.
MS/Gundam: XXXG-00W0 Wing Zero Gundam

Constructed about 20 years before the first contact with Fukushu Zeon, The Wing Zero was built as a spiritual successor to both the original RX-78-2 and Unicorn Gundams respectively featuring a new system known as the ZERO System. During the design process, many of the design elements changed to fit the needs of both the ZERO System and the pilot, Aster Roman. These needs changed the intention from that of a spiritual successor to just another mobile weapon. During the initial testing of the ZERO System, the test pilots all suffered vivid hallucinations and this caused them to go through temporary bouts of insanity. After a short while, the only pilot left was Aster himself and after one near accident that caused the suit to punch a hole through the development center wall before Aster could reign it in, there have been no problems with the system and all seems nominal. The system itself functions by interfacing the pilot's brain directly into the suit's computer this allows the pilot to have an increased level of control over the suit as well as the suit predicting many if not all of the possible courses of action to lead to a victory.

[User]
Gregory was in Hogs Heaven. The relics of wars past stood all around him. The stadium that the exhibition was taking place in was one of the largest in the earth-sphere, with the Amuro Ray memorial museum attached to the back of it. Advent was the only space colony to ever host the Olympic Games. The ZZ Gundam stood to attention at one end of the field, whilst other gundams stood around it. Through the large doors, other Gundams were being slowly marched by the staff of the museum. He walked around with a big grin on his face, taking photo's with his 3 Haro's. "Hey, Red, get a good one with me and the ZZ." He called as he finally got to the front of the que to get their pictures taken. The little robots mouth opened and a camera popped out, He picked up the other 2 Haro's and held them up. There was a click and he put them back down. He was shooed away as other people came to get their pictures taken. He continued to walk.

"AMURO! AMURO!" The green Haro chirped as a child approached it. He had already programmed the names of the Whitebase crew into his Haro's, so it came as no shock to him, but the child looked utterly shocked.

"IS THAT THE REAL ONE?!?!?" The child screached.

"Yup, found him on a trip to Earth." He lied. "I stole it from the Museum in Odessa."

"MUMMYYYY!" He ran off screaming. "MUMMY, ITS THE REAL HARO, CAN I HAVE A PICTURE?!?!?" Greg grinned as he had made someone happy.

"GREG, YOU LIE! GREG, YOU LIE!" Chirped the blue one.

"Yeah, but it keeps the kids happy." He replied to it. The childs mother saw straight through it and took the child by the hand, leading him to the rest of the family, much to the childs protest. "Well, you win some you lose some." He sighed.

"YOU LOSE A LOT." Red chirped.

"Thank you, spam-can." Greg frowned. "Remind me to take the lump hammer to you when we get home.

"REMINDER SET!" It responded. At that point, Greg noticed one of the more advanced Haro's that belonged to the museum floating around. He approached it.

"Excuse me, do you know when the Zeta Gundam will be out? It's one of my favourites." The Haro looked at him.

"The current time is 12:13pm, the Zeta is due to come onto the field at 1:00. The re-enactments involving the Zeta Gundam today are as follows: Zeta vs ZZ, 2:00. Zeta vs MKII, 3:00. Gundam Vs Zeta. 4:00" It said in a much more natural voice than Gregs primitive Haro's.

"Alright, thanks." He replied. "Come on, guys, let's... Head inside..." He stammered as he began running toward the back of the stadium, where the museum was located. The Haro's rolled after him in single file. As he entered the building, he was passed by a man and a woman in sunglasses. He held the door for them.

"Thanks." One of them mumbled as they entered into the stadium pitch. Greg gave him a strange look, but he held the door as the Haro's rolled through. He followed them into the halls and saw several engineers working on one of the RX-79's. He went through several rooms until he found the Zeta Gundam stood in it's dock. He ran over to the guard who stood next to the rappel up to the cockpit.

"Hey, Martan." He called. Martan smiled.

"Greg. And what harebrained scheme are you up to today?" He asked. Greg reached into his pocket and retreaved a small plastic box.

"I need 5 minutes in the Zeta's Cockpit." He opened the container and showed Martan the contents. "Mum's Raisin and Walnut cookies." Martan looked at them.

"You serious?" He asked.

"Oh come on." Greg huffed, throwing his arms up. "I need this for the next meet. I said i'd get some pictures of the inside of the Zeta's cockpit."

"And if those show up anywhere, then my boss knows you got past me." Martan laughed. He then put a finger on his chin. "Alright, tell you what." He whispered, taking the box of cookies. "I'm going on piss-break. In 5 minutes, i'm throwing you and the bots out into the stadium. Greg put his fist up and Martan pushed his fist into it. Martan walked away, before Greg put his foot into the rappel's harness and grabbed the rope, the Haro's little hands reached out and grabbed on as the 4 were lifted up to the cockpit. Greg had a big, cheesy smile on his face.

"Holy... Moly..." He giggled. "Guys look at it." He exclaimed "Guys, get some pictures." He said, the Haro's opened their mouths and started taking photo's. Greg leaned in and got a photo of him smiling, upside down, in front of the chair. He then turned his head up. He sat down in the pilots seat and pressed a button. The suit's systems came to life. The console flicked up between his legs. "Oh crap..." He gasped. "Quick, guys, get a picture." He then saw the camera's turn on and he could see the outside. Looking down, he saw a woman in sunglasses approach Martan.

"Excuse me, let me through." The woman said.

"Wow, hold your horses, what's going on?" he asked.

"I'm piloting the Zeta today." she said, showing him a card.

"Oh... Ok... Ummm..." Martan laughed as he scratched the back of his head. "Look, cleanup crews are still working on it, can you come back in, like, 5 minutes?" He asked. The woman looked at here watch, before pulling out a silenced pistol and shooting him 3 times in the chest. Gregory's heart stopped dead as he saw his father's friend being cut down like his life had meant nothing to the woman. He didn't know whether to scream for help or remain silent. He daren't say a word for the following moments as the world stopped dead in its tracks.

"NASTY! NASTY!" Blue piped up, immediately, a shot rang out, aimed into the cockpit of the Zeta.

"FUCK, DON'T KILL ME!!!" He screamed, his arms flailing, as if his hands would stop a bullet before it reached his face. He pushed a button and the cockpit closed. "HELP, SOMEONE, MARTAN'S BEEN SHOT!!!" He yelled, before blindly pressing buttons on the console. He hit the intercomm "HELP, SOMEONE!!!" He screamed. The woman cursed as she ran out of the room, she held her wrist to her mouth.

"All units, Code Purple, Civ has taken control of Zeta. Begin operations immediately. Repeat. Begin operation immediately." At that point, on the Stadium Pitch, the Gundams that were on display began to move. Their Verniers roaring to life and they took into the air, there was a murmer of confusion, combined with a hoorah from some of the people in the stands, hoping that the show had started early. The Gundam, 2 Gundam Mk II's (One in AEUG colours, the other in Titan's colours), the ZZ Gundam, and an RX-79 as well as a Dijeh and a Gelgoog in Char's Colours soared into the airspace of the Colony. The ZZ Transformed into flight mode whilst the RX-78 landed atop its frame with the AEUG MKII and they shot off towards the gate.

"Umm... Hello!!" Greg said, pressing the call-button on the Zeta's controls. "Umm... Mayday, mayday, we have a..." He hit his head trying to think of the correct terminology. "2-003 (Hijacking) at The airshow. Ummm... We need a... Crash-cart, at least 1... Fuck it, look, my name is Gregory St James, some psycho bitch just shot my friend. You got to send help. NOW!" He called into the comm.

[Assistant]
Captain Cadogan...I still can't get used to that. Rob gave a lax salute to his superior and headed for the holding room. On the way people would stop what they were doing to give him a salute, something that he just found silly. The operation of the ship was more important that some outdated military courtesy. After smiling and waving away some of the formalities he found himself staring out across the hanger that had the assault teams suits in it. There were varying styles of mobile suit but it was his own that his eyes were drawn to.

Based on a very old model known as the Kshatriya, the Mabinogi features much of the same equipment but with modern and updated versions. The agility for such a bulky suit is almost unparalleled but it is it's offensive capabilities that truly make it fearsome. Able to deploy twenty four high powered funnels, six beam sabers, two machine cannons and twelve mega particle cannons mean that there is something for every occassion. In the case of this impending mission however, the majority of it's arsenal was off limit.

The chief engineer approached Robert and gave him a nod. "Captain, the suit is ready whenever you want to get into it." With a smile and a nod Rob responded. "Cheers for the update chief. I'm glad that you're the one whose been looking after my baby." The engineer laughed before tapping Rob on the shoulder and returning to his duties. With the prep on his suit complete Robert moved to a nearby communicator and began to speak over the ships communications. "This is Captain Cadogan. All suit pilots to the hangar and prepare for deployment. Let's go and say hello to the Federation. Cadogan out."


[System]
Recent picture of Captain Stojan Markovic (Right), and his second, Lieutenant Zlatan Milosevic (Left).
Species: Human
Faction/Unit: Rebel Alliance/412. 'Viteska' Company (Independent partisan company currently shadowing the 7th Uslam Liberators Regiment)
Location: Uslam Wilderness near Lorya
Role: Captain of 412. 'Viteska' Company of the Uslam Sector Force.

NOTE: 412. 'Viteska' Company is looking for members. Take a gander at the roles and post your character accordingly.
* 412. 'Viteska' Company [52 personnel]

	+ 1. Section

		- Captain Stojan Markovic, Commanding [Blaster Pistol]
		- Lieutenant, Executive [Blaster Pistol]
		- Staff Sergeant, Senior Enlistedman [Blaster Rifle]
		- Corporal, Radio Operator [Blaster Rifle]
		- Corporal, Combat Medic [Blaster Pistol]
		- Seven Privates [Rifle].
	+ 2. Section

		- Sergeant, Commanding [Blaster Rifle]
		- Corporal, Executive [Blaster Rifle]
		- Lance Corporal, Automatic Rifleman [Repeating Blaster]
		- Private, Assistant Automatic Rifleman [Blaster Rifle]
		- Eight Privates [Rifle].
	+ 3. Section

		- Sergeant, Commanding [Blaster Rifle]
		- Corporal, Executive [Blaster Rifle]
		- Lance Corporal, Automatic Rifleman [Repeating Blaster]
		- Private, Assistant Automatic Rifleman [Blaster Rifle]
		- Eight Privates [Rifle].
	+ 4. Section

		- Sergeant, Commanding [Blaster Rifle]
		- Corporal, Executive & Assaultman [Blaster Rifle + Launcher]
		- Lance Corporal, Heavy Machinegunner [Blaster Rifle + E-Web]
		- Private, Assistant Heavy Machinegunner [Blaster Rifle]
		- Eight Privates [Rifle].
	+ Company Victor (Vehicle) Pool

		- A-A5 Speeder Transport 'Crvena'
		- Corporal, Driver [Blaster Pistol]
		- Private, Gunner [E-Web]
		- Sergeant, Crew Chief [Blaster Rifle]
		- Capacity of 25.

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Secondary Imperial Command Center

The command center was abuzz with activity, it had been ever since the resistance started. Yet before it was done in a much more controlled area from the command center at the heart of Uslam, the capital city of Lorya. But due to the cunning plan of Corvall using uslam miners to dig their way underneath outer defenses where sappers placed explosives, all essential personnel were evacuated here. Tensions were running high, the entire planet was in open revolt with imperial forces spread thin. Furthermore, the secondary ICC, was used to facility more military actions rather than administrative duties. It also didn't have the accommodations for all the additional personnel causing an overcrowding issue, yet none dared openly speak out about it having served under the colonel for awhile now.

Jasper hunched down over the holopad that showed the planet with large red blips of rebel activity. Jasper zoomed in specifically over Lorya with a large red dot, his eyes narrowed his as if own failure seemed to spit him in the face.

In the Moff's absence intelligence had revealed that the Prime Minister, and his administration were involved in rebel activity. Under Jasper's mentor, the now Grand Moff of the outer rim who introduced his own doctrine of fear. Jasper acted accordingly, he order a public execution which was screened over the holonet to the entire planet. Jasper informed the planet of what crimes the men and women had committed and the penalties for committing such acts, which was death. When the shots were first fired the planet was quiet for a mere moment. After the transmission ended reports came from all over about insurgents starting fights with imperial troopers and even from the command center in Lorya, beams of light could be seen in the distance. Jasper was slightly worried but knew of nothing which could breach the outer defense of the CC, nor did he believe the insurgents had the supplies to carry on for long. But within hours Jasper noticed the attacks continued and by the time the sappers blew the outer defense, he called an immediate evacuation of the city to the Secondary command center. All the while he sent a report to both the Moff and Grand Moff about the incidents occurring on uslam.

Now he stood here at his lowest point but didn't let that deter him. Reports had already been coming back from the more of the remote regions of the planet were beginning to fall and a report was just received that the Moff and her envoy were enroute meaning the insurgents time was numbered.

[Assistant]
Hunter Squad

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She could hear them in the distance, speedbikes of scout troopers as they made their way to analyze rebel control of Lorya, her thermal binoculars zoomed in on them as they made their way through the snowy plains of the planet. Even after the liberators took the planetary capital, the Empire was very eager to go about and get all the information they wanted. Kle lowered her binoculars and pulled up her rifle, leading her shots. The very audible sound of her rifle going off indicated her shot, and it struck true as it caught one of the scouts in the side.

Those troopers were only about 900 meters out, still in the optimal range of her rifle, and in sight enough for her to see the trooper fly off his bike only for it spin out of control and explode when it hit the ground. Kle let out a sinister laugh as she slowly began to move out of her hiding spot in the rocks. She could see the other scout leaving the area, possibly out of panic or simply wanting to draw her out, however she did see him turn around to speed back to his friend. A grave mistake as this time her bullet met his head, a more aimed shot than the last.

Cycler rifles were effective against most infantry these days as most armor was designed against blaster shots and not high velocity metal. Regardless, she moved forward, keeping her Cycler at the ready as she moved towards her prey.

As she drew near she could hear the injured scout moaning in pain and gripping his side where her round had entered. Kle then stood over him, "Imperial, your death will give me the scorekeeper's blessing, yes!" Her tone was that of a sadistic killer, which was true given she took great pleasure in the hunt. The scout raised one of his hands and pleaded, "Please don't kill me! I'm just doing my job!" However his words meant nothing to her as she pulled out her vibroknife and crouched next to him, her massive hand ripped the helmet off of him and she could hear the imperial command he was in contact with telling him to report.

"I shall make it swift, no pain," her voice stated, before her knife went through his temple to end him instantly. Kle looked over at the helmet, still hearing the commanding voice, she walked over and picked up the helmet. "Both dead, send more so that I may collect more points," she told the voice before crushing the helmet with both of her hands.

The trandoshan made her way back to her hiding spot where two of the liberators were still lying in wait like she had told them. "You're a good shot," one of them laughed, a young one, Michroy. The other, a much older man who was likely in his fifties nodded his head in agreement.

"We move back to the city. Before curious artillery hit the area, if they can," she told them before pulling out a communicator, she sent a message through to what was to be her command for the time being. "Two scouts killed, Hunter Squad reporting back to Lorya soon."

The two picked up their rifles and began to follow her through the snow to a hidden repulsor sled to make their way back to Lorya which was only a few minutes away.

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Corte I
Grolsk Reserve

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Corte ejected the A280's power cell and inserted another, back pressed up against the sandbags. At least, against what little of them remained.

Her position had been eviscerated in the initial exchange, crimson bolts tearing through the meagre fortifications she and her squad had prepared. The roof they'd put up for their makeshift shelter was gone, and the occasional flake of snow fell on the open foxhole. Bodies littered the floor of the shelter. Only she and Vash were still on their feet. A third soldier, a young human male whose name Corte couldn't recall, laid on the floor, tying his leg with a tourniquet.

The Falleen peered through one of the portholes they'd dug out, face strained and dark hair matted with blood. "No visual," Vash said, lowering his carbine. Corte nodded.

"Sergeant Glaato, do you copy?" she asked, raising her wristcomm to her mouth. No response. The silence was tense. "Sergeant, come in."

"Lieutenant Adala," a rough voice responded over the sound of blasterfire, "this is Glaato."

"Report, now," she ordered.

"We're under fire. Two wounded," the Nikto replied. "Do we have orders?"

"We're following standing orders, Sergeant, hold your position," Corte answered. "I'm bringing my squad to you. Adala out."

"We're moving?" Vash asked.

"Can't stay here," Corte answered, gesturing to the squad's devastated defenses. "If we take another engagement like that we're all dead." She moved to the fallen soldier and offered her hand. He took it, and she pulled him to his feet. "What's your name, Private?"

"Josko," he answered. "Jasko Bravic."

"Private Josko Bravic, can you walk?" Corte asked.

"I think so."

"You don't really have a choice," she said grimly. "Lean on me, we need to move now."

They made their way out of the shelter and into the open, forested field of the Grolsk Reserve. With Private Josko unable to walk easily unassisted, they moved slowly. Vash took point as they moved from tree to tree, keeping as low as they could and moving as quickly as they could while in the open. Glaato's position was a kilometer or so from theirs, and they could hear the blasterfire in the distance. And then, very suddenly, it was much closer.

Violent red-orange light was joined by the crisp smell of ozone as blaster bolts flew. Josko screamed as a bolt caught him in the side. The three rebels went to ground behind a wide tree as they took fire. Corte laid Josko against the tree as Vash returned fire. The private was unresponsive. She checked his pulse, and found it perilously weak.

Cursing, she joined Vash in defending the position. The Falleen did not shoot wildly. With a blaster in hand, Vash was a predator. Each squeeze of the trigger was well-chosen, precisely timed, lethal. Corte, stock to shoulder, peered around the other side of the tree. A squad of snowtroopers, now less a few soldiers, were scrambling for cover, replying with wildly inaccurate fire in their haste.

She lined up her sights, held her breath, and squeezed the trigger.

[Assistant]
First Shot - Phase Line Alpha, Grolsk Wilderness Reserve - 4:37 AM

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As the sound of shots lingered in his ears among the newfound silence, Stojan made his move. He was in his trench, dug into the snow and connected to the First Section's, his headquarters's sections, shelter. Dug shallow but large enough for a crouching partisan to take cover in, it was inconspicuous, and seemingly that aspect had shown. The first phase line had gone off with relative success, an encroaching squad of stormtroopers eliminated by part of the 7th Uslam Liberators, the far off moans of the wounded all to remind of what losses they had taken.

The shots had come from their right, one of the other companies of the 7th. He'd known that it'd only be a matter of time before the Imperials shelled the whole grid square. And he didn't dare wait when the word was passed down the line that Phase Line Alpha was being abandoned. He snuck along his section's trench, clutching a DL-44 in his right hand, and a fusion lantern turned to the lowest output in his left. He came behind his second in command, a good friend, Lieutenant Milosevic, who sat staring idly at a manual clock by moonlight. Stojan spoke quickly but clearly, in a whisper-yell tone. "We're abandoning the phase line. Have the RTO inform the Colonel. And get a runner, I want all sections out of these trenches and to Phase Line Bravo in no more than ten minutes."

And suddenly, fire erupted far off, much further right than the last. Another engagement. Stojan took his leave from the Lieutenant, ducking into the section's shelter and stepping over bedrolls and cots strewn on the permafrost dirt, coming to his own paired with his rucksack. He expertly packed them all, slinging the rucksack with attached bedroll across his shoulder as other personnel around him did the same. As they all exited their shelter and dragged their bulky, snowsuit-clad bodies out of the trench, one of the Privates trailed behind, laying a detonator fuse into a wireless detonator. The mines that laid just under their trenches and on the roof of their shelter were armed.

They moved in columns by section through the pitch dark forest, ever wary of the far-off blaster fire as they trudged along, making idle corrections of direction with their compasses as they moved. The columns were dark, and silent, each section dragging their repulsorlift snow sleds behind them, with only the section leaders having their lanterns deployed, and not for light, only just to guide their sections.

First a pop as they trudged, thought as just a large branch cracking under the weight of trudging feet, but the ensuing flurry of red bolts proved otherwise, sailing over their heads. Repulsorlift sleds were deactivated and used as cover, the trees being cut and lit aflame for moments as falling snow snuffed the blazes. Fire from A280s and DH-17s answered, garbled encrypted speech from advancing stormtroopers putting pressure on the partisans.

Something needed to be done, and Stojan was mulling the thoughts as he was face down in the snow. He turned over, proclaiming in the native Uslam tongue. "Make a tactical withdrawal! I want the Second Section to lead, Fourth follows! First and Third, put out cover fire!" And he himself sprang to his knees, extending his DL-44 with one hand and aligning the sights.