[System]
Age: 25
Gender: Male
Species: Dracoavian
Image created by Ridlins.

Stands at five feet, seven inches tall.
Bio: Trevor lived a relatively normal, boring life, though, for some reason, he was absolutely okay with that. When he was a child, he was always the target of bullies due to his love for video games, and general nerdiness, however, he was one of the few nerds who could and would fight back, and even so, with surprising strength. If he didn't change schools every year due to his parents moving, he probably wouldn't have gotten picked on after the first time... that isn't to say he didn't get in trouble, since he was bad at trying to convince people, and everyone always thought he was lying, despite Trevor typically not being one TO lie. At first he didn't really think he HAD anger issues, but all of that changed in the seventh grade, when he was just awake enough to notice that he was blacking out, and going completely berserk... the last sight he could remember seeing was his fellow students running away from him, or getting out of his way... funny thing, he doesn't even remember what GOT him that angry, but that incident caused him to finally agree to work out that issue.

 He has since calmed down, and hasn't gotten in any more fights, since most of the bullies in high school remembered him from at least one of the elementary schools he went to, and they didn't want to mess with him. He has since just finished college, getting a degree in computer programming, of all things, and he took his first interview for his first real job... his first day was going to be in a couple days, but he was, hilariously enough, excited about this. This was going to be the start of a brand new chapter in his life, and of course, he didn't think the meteor would actually hit until yesterday, and that REALLY soured his mood for a bit, but then he said to himself 'Well, if it's the last day for humans, let it be known that I really tried to adult' he chuckled at his own joke, and tried to live the last day as if it truly were the last. He tried all sorts of new food, all kinds of new activities with all of his friends, even introducing a few of them to others, and blew most of the cash he had in his wallet. He ended up DEAD tired when he got back home, though, he really didn't want this last day to end for various reasons, his body just wouldn't let him stay up any longer...

 However, much to his surprise, Trevor somehow woke up the next day, though, not everything was where it normally was, specifically, there were feathers and scales everywhere, and he had a long, blue thing blocking his vision... and he felt like he had a tail and wings, but, that can't be possible, right?

Weaknesses (x2): Ice, Stone, and Nature magic
Strengths: x0.5 - Water, x0 - Fire, x-1 - Lightning

Skills:
Fisticuffs: Not one to use weapons, Trevor prefers to just punch the enemy, despite the fact that his claws might be a better choice. He uses no real fighting style, since he was never trained, but there's enough strength behind his punches to make this a viable option.

Fire: Firebreath, and some other fiery skills... Trevor's alright at it, but some of the more advanced fire moves tend to come with some sort of drawback for him... he uses it as recklessly as one would expect.

 Flame Drill: A skill in which Trevor imitates a drill and drills through the opponent using his tough claws, and a dose of fire breath. A powerful move that can easily hit weak points and ignores an enemy's defense, but it also leaves Trevor dizzy, and unable to accurately attack for a while after its use.

Lightning: Trevor's a natural at using electrical abilities, apparently, and he tends to shoot said lightning from the tips of his claws, often shaping his hand to look kind of like a gun and even occasionally saying 'pew, pew' when he does so.

 Energize: Trevor can use some of his own electricity to give one of his teammates, or himself, a sudden burst of energy. Heals HP, and can restore some lost magic... costs a decent amount of magic to use, however.

Runes: Scan Rune - Allows one to use the 'Scan' skill both inside and outside of battle... said skill allows the user to read alien languages, and know the strengths and weaknesses of enemies once it's used on a sample of that language, and an enemy, respectively. This rune doesn't need to be equipped to any skill slot, and doesn't require any real magic to use.

 Heal Rune - Allows the use of one type of healing magic, depending on which type of magic it's equipped to. In this case, it allows the use of the magic skill 'Energize', since it's equipped to his lightning magic.
Other: Nothing.

[User] The spider hissed and screeched at every fire attack that hit it, and it seemed like it was going to go down, at least, until Shaula came in, and put out the flames. Earlier, she said she never said anything about lizard people, but... if she was a conspiracy theorist looking at a dragon, Trevor was certain she was at least THINKING it. Either way, the spider, now a bit more confident about attacking the group went right for Trevor, fangs-first, and unfortunately, he wasn't paying much attention, since he was trying to tell Shaula that the enemy being on fire was a GOOD thing, so, he took some damage from the venomous fangs, but... oddly enough, he didn't even feel like he was poisoned. Aerin then came through the portal, and seemed to be concerned that this might be a former human, as well, and, despite the hissing and screeching, Trevor thought that might still be at least SOMEWHAT possible, so, he asked "Hey, were you a human, before, too? If so, um... sorry about the fire, and we'll heal you up," the spider gave no response, save for another screech... this time, a few tiny spiders seemed to surround it, and the three tiny spiders seemed to be using some sort of weird... shield spell on the main spider, at this point. Trevor tried to ignore the shield spell, and just tried to breathe fire on the main spider, again, but... nothing happened. Seemed like the shield was at least good enough to protect it against fire attacks, unfortunately. Trevor then thought back to the video games he's played, and tried to remember if he had seen something like this before... a big thing that's suddenly protected by a bunch of smaller, probably weaker things... hmmm.

[Assistant] "Don't put it out you fool! That's the only way we can see the darn thing!" He continues shooting flames at the now soaked spider, but it doesn't relight, only bellowing smoke. He screeches in anger, a high pitch raptors cry. He tries to ignite his wings, but the moisture from Shaula's water blast making them steam instead. He mutters under his breath, and runs off into the distance, and begins drawing on the stone with his white hot talon, ignoring the fight for now, intent on finishing his drawing. He draws nonstop, in incredible detail, taking care to stay out of the way of the monster spider.

[User] As the spider were burning before, Celina hoped it would last until they were dead... but that was not the case when Shaula panicked and actually extinguished the spider... it was then that the small spiders arrived and actually stayed near the big one and that a sort of barrier seem to form, protecting those things against the fire that Trevor used. This was bad, very bad. She though about it a bit, thinking about what she could do, before imagining a large hammer possibly... She though about it before feeling her arm change a bit. She looked at it as it formed to a very large hammer. Well.. that could work. Considering those spiders just arrived and possibly protected the big one, she rushed forwards and then started to try to bash the ground onto one of the small spider, trying to squish it as best as she could right now. "Nope, die, nope, not having more of you, nope." she then says, very annoyed about those things. She did NOT want to have those here and she just wanted them gone.

[Assistant]
Mia

---

 Having burst into flames, it seemed like the spider was near death, at least until the crazy water lady decided to shoot water at it, which only served to put the fire out. To make matters worse, three smaller spiders began casting some kind of shield spell. There wasn't much she could do about the spiders, but since Trevor had been bitten, it was a good opportunity to try out some of her other magic.

 For a moment, she closed her eyes to concentrate, before a ring of light appeared in the ground beneath her. It quickly expanded, until it surrounded everyone in the group. Not only did it give them a light source, but if Mia was understanding this spell correctly, then it should heal Trevor's bite wound, and maybe even speed up the regeneration of Shaula's legs.

[User]
Aerin would not really make any attempts to mess with the spider, feeling quite content to just hang out in the dark and watch the little show of powers. He was feeling quite untouchable at the moment, so fighting or even worrying about it was beneath him. Instead, he'd take a little look about the room, making sure there were not any more sneaking up on them.

Well, at least until that almost painfully bright light emitted from Mia, not only was it bright but it felt like it was singing his shadowy scales and sapping his strength. Almost instinctively he'd let out an almost feral hiss and slide away from the light, partially phasing back in to the walls. His body did not approve of whatever that was! "Watch where you're shining that beacon!" he'd huff out, slipping in to the shadowiest spot he could find.

[Assistant]
Shaula

---

 Shaula had accidentally extinguished the spider in a moment of panic, and the rest of the group didn't look too happy about it. Trevor looked like he had wanted a word with her before the spider attacked him, and Jason yelled at her as though she had extinguished it on purpose. "Oh, you think I don't know that?" She yelled back. "You try fighting a giant, flaming spider when you're made of water, we'll see how you do!" Three small spiders came crawling out of the tunnels nearby to surround the large one, which became cloaked in a dim green light that seemed to protect it from their attacks.

 Her water wouldn't damage it now, but that wasn't her only weapon. If Orgone could protect her from chemtrails, aliens, and ridiculously high water bills, why couldn't it work on giant spiders, too? Shaula took an emitter from her backpack and pointed it at the spider, sending a wave of Orgone energy at it. The spider, however, couldn't care less. It didn't seem to mind the Orgone at all, though Shaula hadn't really expected it to work; she hadn't made these emitters to fight off giant spiders from twenty feet away. She needed it closer, so she threw the emitter as hard as she could.

 Rather than hurting the spider, the emitter bounced off and flattened one of the smaller ones. It was difficult to see what had happened in the dim light, but the large spider's green glow gave an unmistakable flicker and dimmed slightly. The Orgone emitter was doing its job. Over by Mia, a ring of light on the ground expanded outward to surround the entire group. As it passed Shaula, she felt her legs begin to reform faster, until she was able to stand up a moment later. She made a mental note to thank Mia later and began throwing more Orgone emitters at the spider, hoping they would be able to kill it.


[System]
Appearance:

Race: Human
Class: Paladin
Main-Hand Weapon: Longsword
Off-Hand Weapon: Kite Shield, Steel
Secondary Weapon: Greatsword
Armor: Full Plate
Powers: None - his faith is all the power he needs.
Skills:
Diplomacy - Carver is a great communicator, able to get what he wants out of people by being straightforward with them. In additon, his palpable earnestness and good looks tend to make him very popular wherever he goes.
Knowledge of Religion - Having lived in a monastery all his life, he knows a fair deal about the various faiths of the realm.
Tenacity - With faith as his armor and honor his shield, there his little Carver cannot endure - he will get back up and get back up and get back up.
Weaknesses: Cannot tell a lie to save his life.
Utterly shackled to the (very rigid) moral codes of his order.
Personality: Carver is the quintessential knight - he is obsessed with justice, honor, courage, and compassion. He's a compulsive do-gooder and sometimes a bit of a stick in the mud, and sometimes he can be a little too sure of his own judgements, but he is really, fundamentally a good person out to spread good into the world. In combat, he is a protective fighter - a blow will not fall on his comrades if it may fall on him instead, and he prioritizes a solid defense over any kind of offense.
Background: Carver was born in a great city far to the north, and given over by his parents at a young age to the local order of holy warriors. He was brought up as a crusader, a servant of the goddess of the sun and compassion, and taught his whole life the virtues of justice, integrity, and faith. Now, as part of his Crusader's Rite of Passage, he has journeyed to the south, seeking to right the wrongs, uplift the downtrodden, and spread the radiant light of the sun to all dark corners of the world.
Other:

[User]
There could be nothing, nothing at all in the whole world quite so amazing and attractive as black powder. It was a wonderful thing. Not that had anything to do with this however.

"Alrighty then sir, all fixed up! I told you it would be worth the tools." Kelvin ducked back out from beneath the wagon, finished working on the new fixed-axle bearings. Intricate things, and prone to sticking if not kept clean and well greased. In this particular case, the owner had left an axle cap off whilst traveling, and a bit of dirt and mud later... BAM. Frozen axle. It really didn't take much in the ways of tools to fix, just a delicate touch, some boiling water, and some clean grease. The owner didn't need to know that though. "Aye, was a pleasure indeed sir."

He had always wanted to get in on the inside of one of those fixed-axle wagon wheels, see what was really going on in that hub. It was quite intriguing really, two cones, one inside of the other, and each lined with miniscule rollers that spun about eachother. Combined with a slathering of grease, and the wheels were practically floating! Of course... If yeh didn't cover them properly, the dirt and debris would foul it up quicker than a necromancer in a chapel. It was payment enough to just take one apart. Kelvin opened his backpack, scanned over it's contents quickly, and sighed. No food, only a bit of gold. Besides that, he didn't truly feel like sleeping on the cold, hard ground again tonight. Tools of the trade were expensive, especially when most people had no idea what black powder even was. Only one thing to do. Head for an inn.

Kelvin kicked the door open to the inn loudly, if he was going to do this, he would do it in style. Not that anyone inside could have seen him turn the handle on the door before kicking it- partially so he wouldn't have to fix it later, and partially because he wasn't strong enough to kick it open anyway. "You there! I'm calling you out."

He strode to the small bar, heads rotating, and took a short survey, picking a semi-muscular man who wasn't facing him. Kelvin put a hand on his shoulder, and turned the man around, finding a woman instead. Inside, part of him died a bit, and the other shrieked with fright. "Sorry, wrong person." Just had to sidle away from that one. This time he chose a younger looking man.

"Hey, I've been looking everywhere for you." He made is voice deeper for a moment, and then winked conspiritorially, sitting down. "I am in need of a dry place to sleep, and you look like you need a travel companion. Care to figure it out?" It was a shot in the dark, but worth making. There was a reason this guy was in an inn, sitting alone. "Call me Kelvin, by the way."

[Assistant] As Separ continues to idly imagine adventures he is brought back into reality as he feels a hand touch his back. Separ turns around and listens to the man he starts wondering just how to respond, pausing to think about his actions. "Do I know you? Though actually I am looking for some companions. Wait, out of everyone here why choose me? You're not trying to rob me or something are you? Wait, umm, are you looking just for someone to travel with, or are you an adventurer as well?" Separ's words were quick and somewhat hard to follow. He had never done something like this before and wasn't exactly sure of himself and just how to proceed.

[User]
Carver strode through the marketplace confidently, his heavy armor clanking with every step. So far, everything seemed to be in order - the hustle and bustle of commerce carried on around him, seemingly unabated by any sort of wickedness or villainy whatsoever. The prices seemed to be reasonable, the merchandise legitimate - nobody was being cheated here. Carver was glad to see it; too many villages he had been to on his journey so far had been rife with dishonesty and corruption.

As he ruminated on the morality of the village, he caught sight of a scrawny gnome stumbling through the crowd. He watched as the gnome took hold of a woman's robe, staring at the fabric with childlike wonder. She immediately turned and yanked it from him, saying something unintelligible but obviously rather flustered.

Quite a pair - the girl seemed to be moving with a distinct limp, and the gnome clearly wasn't eating very well. It was hardly the stuff of legends, but Carver knew that every good deed mattered.

With his best winning smile, Carver approached the pair, regarding them each in turn. "Good day, friends! Keeping safe, I should hope?"

[Assistant]
By the time Suki had finished the apple, she had managed to walk her way over to the tavern by chance. Mentally sighing, she pushed open te doors, before walking in. Avoiding eye contact with any curious onlookers, she made her way towards the corner of the building, sitting herself down at an empty table.

Carefully glancing about, she didn't recognize anyone, nor see anything out of the ordinary. Nor was there anyone staring at her with the look of death, as the members of the church had done so.

Feeling the safest that she had all week, she lightly rested her head on the table, befre falling asleep, her arms around her head, covering any view of her face.

[User]
Furnace let the cloth slowly slip away trough his fingers.
"It's pretty"
Would not fit... light the fires...
She knew he was Furnace, and that was his task.
So as the fires and hammer fit him the robe fit her?
The robe was her tool, he didn't know for what, and thus he could not perform that task.
Thus he was not fit.
Furnace wondered what her task was. He recognised the patters as those in the sky.
Since he'd seen them for the first time he had been unable to find ryme or reason for the lights up there

Suddenly a shadow fel over him, as he looked up he saw a large figure fully encased in steel.
The man smiled and called them 'friends' and asked them if they 'kept safe'.
Furnace double checked. He was talking to them, though he saw no spark of recognition in the robe-user.
He struggled to remember the word 'friend'. The voice had never used 'friend'. But the captors had.
They had used it to describe each other when they weren't fighting.
By the looks of this ironclad giant that seemed like a decent proposal.
"Good day.. Friend... I keep no one..."

[Assistant]
Alula wanted to leave, she wanted to hurry away and leave the village and disappear from memory like she always did. She was very conflicted right now, as well as uncomfortable. She knew the gnome meant her no harm, but Alula didn't like being around strangers. She heard the gnome mutter something about her robe, but she didn't comprehend it. The two stood in silence and although her stoic face didn't show it vivid hallucinations played out in front of her eyes. Flames sprouted out from the ground, but left no burn when they touched her skin. Phantom noises filled her ears, crying and screaming.

And Alula was extremely distressed, but didn't show it physically. This had never happened before? Or had it? Her eyes went hazy again as she attempted to remember anything pass a few days ago. Nothing.

But as quickly as they started the hallucinations of flames and sound stopped. They faded away, leaving Alula dazed and confused. Someone else, another stranger, had approached her and the gnome. And suddenly things seemed a little calmer, a bit more controlled. Alula pulled her hat down over her eyes as she spoke the voice of the other. "A splendent light but his own kindness keeps him in shackles." She kept the glow of her eyes hidden under her hat as she listened to the man speak. Under normal circumstances the man's smile would be welcoming and most likely comforting, but Alula was confused? Was this man her friend?

"Calling someone friend is a way of showing you aren't hostile. He is trying to be polite."

Oh. But this mad also said 'Good day' when had it become day? She looked up from under the brim of her hat. Yep. The bright light in the sky told her it was a clear day out. She pulled her hat back down. She didn't say anything as the gnome and the man started a conversation, she was far too dizzy. She didn't like meeting this many people in one day.

[User]
Vis had managed to find a decent bag, similar to the one he had though fortunately with hardier stitching. He look up from studying the leather at the wrinkled old face of the leather smith, he did this again a few more times, inspecting the bag and looking up at the man who seemed to have infinite patience. "Thell me Letherthmith," he said, through the scarf that covered his mouth, "Whath kind of lether ith thith." the old man replied quickly, betraying that he indeed make the bag and didn't buy bad quality ones at low price to re-sell later.

"Stag leather," he said with pride, looking back to a pile of antlers in the corner of his little shack, "only the best." Vis nodded, feeling the rough interior and the smoothly finished exterior. It was indeed of good quality, it was stitched first with thread, then with thicker thread and over that with robust leather thread, it would hold.

"Thirthy gold." said Vis, avoiding the eye contact of the man as it seemed he was staring at his blind green eye, it cast a circle on the old man's face that seemed to unnerve him as he noticed it produced light.

"60." replied the man instantly, standing up a bit straighter as he sensed that a haggling war was about to ensue.

By the end an agreement was reached, Vis payed 45 golden bits and got the bag thar he so desired and a set of stag antlers, seeing that he might as well get more worth for his pay and take something else, then to just get one thing. Satisfied with his purchase, he thanked the man and dumped his personal effects into the bag, his child's encyclopedia and the antlers; he didn't know what he was going to do with them but he figured it wouldn't hurt. As he made his way out of the market he tripped on an armored boot, looking up he almost shat himself at the paladin, who looked much bigger from the floor.

[Assistant]
The word 'shackles' resonated with Furnace. With eyes full of concern he studied the knights wrists and ankles.
"What binds you fr-"
Suddenly another tall figure came tumbling past between them.
Did he trip over the chains?
Furnace found no chains around the giants feet. He sighed in confused relief. He now stared at the creature that had fallen amidst them. Without blinking, without words.


[System]
Species: Drifloon

Gender: Female

Moves:
— Gust (Flying / Special)
— Astonish (Ghost / Physical)
— Payback (Dark / Physical)
— Tailwind (Flying / Status)

Bio: To Levita, she was born into the most awesome and coolest family she had ever met. Her mother was Saniri, a Chandeleur, and her father was Sirus, a Drifblim, the latter which was a renowned explorer. She also had an older brother, Cobust, which was at first a Litwick at youth, then a Lampent when he was older. Sirus simply claimed that her brother's evolutionary line had a faster pace...though Levita saw that as only a lie to make her feel confident about herself, and she continuously envied her older brother throughout her youth, who seemed to always be one step ahead of her. Once he evolved, the Drifloon sword that she was going to work as hard as she can to surpass her brother, no matter the cost.

But other than her rivalry of her elder sibling, Levita loved the fame that went along with her father. Whenever Sirus had the time, Levita would always persuade her father to do a Shadow Ball, a Stockpile and Spit Up, and occasionally his special Thunderbolt move. Every time, she would be astonished by her father's flashy moves, and often try to copy it herself with failure. At night, Saniri would tell her wonderful stories from wandering evil Pokemon having their life force sucked out of them, or of spiritual possessions and Yamask's secrets. To Levita, little went wrong with her life, and she couldn't be happier.

Until she realized the harsh reality of life. Levita finally realized how intolerant and cynical Pokemon could be; there was always news of some bandit capturing this, someone stealing that. Tragedy had struck the family as well, as Levita's father Sirus, who she always idolized, had suddenly disappeared on one of his journeys, which sent Levita, Cobust, and their remaining mother into a depression; from depression came determination, however. Both Levita and Cobust had decided to continue on their father's legacy of explorers — Levita was convinced that her father was dead and wanted to gain the fame her father had wanted, while Cobust wanted to investigate on their father's disappearance by joining into a powerful guild — Levita did not know which guild it was, but it was certain they were going to be traveling down different paths. With what she could carry with her light weight, Levita went off to be an independent explorer, who generally took up jobs any time, anywhere, while remaining unaffiliated with any guild.

And even after this period of time, Levita still had a long way to build up the fame her father had...but she was going to achieve that goal no matter what. With her cheery attitude and her street-smarts, Levita was going to rise.

Appearance: Levite does not appear very different from other Drifloons; the only few visual differences are the ends of her strands, which appear like rounded triangles instead of hearts, and the cloud fluff on her head, which is light grey instead of white.

Differences: Drifloon has inherited one of her several family's moves, Tailwind, which increases the user's speed, from some unknown line. She will evolve into a Drifblim, though it may be later than usual.

(Trivia:
— Levita often daydreams and sketches with her tiny notebook in her belt-satchel.
— Levita can navigate in a directional fashion using her Tailwind and Gust.
— Levita likes scaring other explorers on the road, which often brings her trouble.)

[User]
"Oh," I say to Levita, withdrawing the Chesto Berry and holding it in my hand. "I guess I'll just eat it myself… actually, wait, no, that's a bad idea… You still didn't sleep all day, did you? Or do you not need to sleep at all? I'll just save it for later." I listen to what the Goomy has to say, wondering why I haven't heard of something so ridiculously important as I think about what to do. I notice the Nidoran emanating a really intense feeling of despair towards me, and I use Confusion to move the Pichu slightly to the right, diverting his attack from the Nidoran, and Teleport between the two of them. I noticed that Levita's Tailwind move blew my hair around in a way that I thought was pretty cool, and I think I should tell her to do that more often later.

 "Okay, okay," I say to the two of them, trying desperately to keep a straight face and not break out laughing as I hold up both of my arms as a way of telling them to stop. "Let me try and shed some light on the possibilities here; what we all really need to do is… lighten up..." I snicker and grin at my puns before calming down myself. that should soften them up a bit, one way or another…

 "All puns aside, though," I reason, "There's a lot of problems with this whole situation. First off, like Levita said, I highly doubt that this necklace is the real deal. If this Light Orb is really that important, then why would this lady here just waltz into a guild full of tough adventurers like us and just wear it around her neck like that? She's either toting a fake, or she's not very bright, and I highly doubt the latter. Also, Static, if you want to recharge these orbs or whatever, you should probably just slow down for a moment and try to reason with her instead of just trying to trap her here and take it from her. That's kind of a jerkish thing to do." I have to admit that this is still kind of confusing, though. But maybe if I manage to make everyone stop hitting each other, I can glean something more out of this...

[Assistant]
-Chip-
I sensed them chase each other more, and I got angry. "WHAT DID CHIP JUST SAY TO YOU? NO. CHASING," I yell at the pichu and nidoran before the pichu attacks the nidoran. Levita immediately jumps in and tries to talk some sense into them, but peace is NOT the answer! Not for these type, anyway. I jump in and use sand attack on the pichu, who was probably going to win the fight if Rebecca and I hadn't jumped in. I listen to Rebecca and her lecture, and I look at the goomy. "Is he friend of yours? He not good friend. You should not be friends with bad pichu like him," I say to it before turning back and using Harden, just in case it was going to retaliate like it did with the nidoran.
-William-
I noticed Bonnie begin to get nervous as we got closer to the mansion. She mentioned something about a stash of warp seeds and I look around. "Well, maybe whoever owns that mansion found your warp seeds. Besides, if you hid it and you remembered it was somewhere around here, then you should be able to remember exactly where it was. Where was the last place you put them?" I ask, beginning to look with her. I felt like either the heat was getting to her, or she had something to do with the owner of the mansion, because she looked like she was sweating bullets. I was able to find a red gummi while I was searching, though, so that was a bonus.

[User]
Josh, Matt, Celes, and Spruce all went down to the mess hall together. Once they got there, Spruce stopped for a moment, asking what happened to Anthony. For some reason, he'd assumed that he was kicked off the team.
"Anthony never got kicked off the team. He just woke up before Matt and I did." Josh said. "He's probably looking for a mission for us to do or something."

 They appeared to be serving Chesto Berries today. Josh and Matt each took one, and sat down at one of the tables.
"So, anyway, there's been a few changes to our team since the last time we ran into each other." Josh said. "Hex left the team a while back. I'm not sure where she went, though. We've also recruited a new teammate. A Sableye named Xeno."

[Assistant]
Levita stopped and turned back to Anthony, nearly sputtering out in shock. The Goomy could say all he wants, but the idea is still there; the orbs were basically weapons of mass destruction. It sounded insane, but she doubted that he would intentionally make up stories, otherwise Static won't be so riled up about it.

As for Static and the Nidoran, she didn't feel like intervening, not when there's electricity involved. The Thundershock narrowly missed her, adding to her reluctance. "Hey, watch out there, Reb! I don't...do very well with discharges," she warned, moving away from the two. "And, you know, trying to attack a Nidoran possessing said so-called Light Orb isn't a very good idea if you're trying to preserve the balance of the world."

The balloon Pokémon sighed. "It's just a big misunderstanding, all right? How about we interrogate her, without bringing the whole place down, and see what is going on here? Where are the other orbs? And are there any particular big-bad villain who wants to possess that?" she asked Anthony again...hey, if there's weapons of mass destruction involved, there definitely is someone who wants it for their own benefit.


[System]
Age: 18
Gender: Female
Appearance:

Personality: Calm, not easily angered, Alexandra believes in stability and order above all else. She finds warfare and violence distasteful, though she will still engage it in necessary. To those who have earned a friendship with her, she will stand with them to the end when they are in need. To those who aren't she is a position of stability, to be respected and feared for her position.

Resolute once she has made her mind up, she doesn't mind the scheming of her underlings, so long as it doesn't result in open fighting. She likes her peace, and she will keep it.
Bio: Alexandra has lived in Aurora her whole life. Originally only an average girl, she grew up as a single child in a moderately well off family, one that had made itself useful as part of the government. There was resentment as a result, but that never seemed to be an issue, and Alexandra enjoyed a relatively peaceful childhood. The concerns of Witches and magical girls were none of hers, beyond how it impacted her life.

That all changed with an attempted assassination and a crackdown, purges running through the government as supposed traitors were eliminated. Her father was caught up in them, and the purges themselves only served to further opposition. Alexandra's peaceful life was shattered, and she found herself increasingly isolated. And with that hardship, when Kyubey approached her, she took the deal, and became a magical girl. Her life restored itself, her father returned, but things wouldn't be the same for her.

She worked her way through the ranks from the bottom up, proving herself as a fighter, and as someone competent, as she rose in the process. It was during this time that she met Caroline, and they established a firm friendship that would last to the present. She also met Kolya, though he would not join until later.

Eventually, she made her move. Drawing on a coalition of nobles and lower ranking magical girls, she staged a coup and overthrew the cities old leadership, placing herself in power. Land and positions were doled out to supporters, and she went about restoring stability to the city, cracking down on organized crime, as well as open conflict. Since then she has enforced peace, preventing encroachment by her neighbors and keeping things under control. The Shadow Compact has been pushed back, and she is very much satisfied with the way things have been maintained. It is a state of affairs she plans to have endure for some time.

Allegiance: Aurora City Authority
Skills: Diplomacy, Administration, Singing, Proficiency with her magical girl abilities
Weapons: None
Other: Nothing

Magical Girl Section:

Magical Girl Appearance:

Wish: "I wish things would just go back to the way they were."
Weapons: She wields a magical Great Sword, that can also shift into a kite shield.
Powers: Gravitic manipulation. She can alter the affect of gravity on any object she touches, making her able to effectively render any object weightless if she so desires it, or as heavy as a neutron star (Though that would take an incredible amount of power, and it would atop the second she let go.) She can also use this power on herself.

[User]
Eponine certainly had set herself up for a difficult task, with no leads to go on besides those she had already reported to Maria. There were methods she could follow if she wanted, such as staking out Witches Barriers and waiting for a magical girl to arrive, but that would be time consuming, and there was no guarantee that the person she was looking for would ever show up at all.

But that would have to wait for a moment as her phone rang, caller id revealing who it was. It would be Adrian, one of the higher ranking people in the militia she had created to help her fight Witches. It was a group that undeniably took losses, but he had been one of the better ones at surviving it all, and if he was calling, then it had to be important.

That was revealed soon enough to her, once she had answered the phone. "Hey boss, remember that effigy thing with the grief seed people've been talking about? Well, some rogue magical girl decided to bust through one of the checkpoints into the city a little while ago. Thought you might want to know."

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The Shadow Compact were not the easiest group to find, as Chloe would be able to attest to as she made her way through Aurora. They worked underground, were deeply suspicious of magical girls or collaborators, and took precautions accordingly. Then again, as someone who had managed to work herself into a partnership with that organization, she would know as much, and have planned accordingly to deal with it, especially when moving on to a new area.

Her knowledge would guide her along in her search for Compact assistance, directing her away from downtown and towards the rougher areas, the places that had missed out on the economic development present, and were home to crime, poverty, and dirty dealings. The places that one would usually find the Mafia, and where government control was weakest.

That wasn't to say that they Compact didn't operate in nicer parts of Aurora, because they did, but it would be easier to find a safe house in one of the less important (from the perspective of the government) neighborhoods. But for someone like her, ferreting out a safehouse shouldn't be that hard.

[Assistant]
Maria changed once again into something darker and brooding as she started to speak. "Indeed. We become nothing but screams of despair in the air, to be violently taken and then thrown away by those with purpose, scattered to the winds and consumed by strangers. To live without hope is to accept all the pain you have endured as having been for naught, to throw away any semblance of human will and to welcome complete oblivion."

Maria realized what she was saying and reverted back to her 15-year-old self. "Oh, I was starting to talk silly stuff. Never mind that, Fantine. I'll be at the study now, so don't disturb unless it's something important."

She turned her wheelchair around and headed for the study. It was a room with shelves packed to the brim with books of all sorts of topics and genres. However, she rarely read them; her main use for the room was in the green laptop she had sitting on a small table at the center of the room. Once she closed the room, she began to work on the various sheets and profiles she had already open on it, from small things such as grief seed farming charts to bigger files like intelligence she has collected on the city and the areas outside it. With nothing else to do, she continued working on it, managing and scheming with no set difference.

[User]
"Track her, but keep a safe distance," Eponine ordered, "We want this one...alive. And unharmed, as much as possible." Eponine hopped in the jeep that had taken her here and ordered the soldier to drive her to the checkpoint. Speaking to the survivors, Eponine was able to glean a general idea of what this rogue looked like, as well as her magical weapon. What was troubling, but nonetheless expected due to the need to conserve magic, was the fact that the rogue seemed not to have revealed what her magical ability was. Apparently the rogue had also been shot in the leg, if she didn't use magic to heal the wound, she should be hobbling at a slower pace, but if she did use magic, she might be more desperate to find a grief seed. Eponine asked if the trail was still hot. She wiped blood from her mouth with her forearm, noticing that, once again, she had bitten the inside of her mouth without noticing.

"Understood, Lady Maria," Fantine replied, letting Maria head off to her library. However, Maria's words made Fantine worry more about Eponine, so she quickly dried the tears that had started welling up at the corners of her eyes. Certain that she was no longer visibly sad, she headed down to the kitchen to help out with chores.

[Assistant]
Chloe had spent as little time as possible patching up her leg. Without any convenient cloth on hand, and lacking the desire to tear up a good shirt or skirt for something like this, she had needed to take a quick 'peek' inside some stranger's home, where she managed to find a few bandages. Hopefully the delay wouldn't cost her much time, but at least she wouldn't be bleeding out everywhere. The tradeoff for her magical powers was a body that was close to being indestructable, but the body couldn't move without blood, and if she bled all over the streets and rooftops she might as well be leaving a trail of bread crumbs.

After taking care of herself and dodging through the streets of the inner city, she found what she was looking for. One of the few safehouses of the Shadow Compact that she had been in contact with before. She was no stranger to the poverty-stricken areas of Aurora, having grown up in such areas since birth, and hiding herself away in dirty rat-holes like this since forming her contract. Not only were they good places to hide away from the prying eyes of the government, but the despair here was strong, which made it a great place to hunt for witches.

Few people here were happy to see her, but she was able to get the medical attention she needed from a street doctor who had been hiding away here. Nothing else was particularly important to her, and she was a long shot from caring about the opinions of any other urchins here.

"Haah, what a pain in the ass. You think you guys would be a little more grateful. I might just be taking the heat off your doorstep so you can do your own little things, whatever they are. I keep telling you, we both have the same goal, don't we?"


[System]
Game Origin: Borderlands 2
Appearance:

Personality: Zer0 is an enigma. Very literal, he only speaks in haiku, and ultimately a rather silent type. Zer0 is the epitome of 'mysterious' and his personality greatly reflects that. Some may even wonder if he's even human...

Background:  Warning, contains Borderlands 2 and Borderlands: The PreSequel spoilers on the off chance that you're still avoiding those.

Zer0, the mysterious Assassin, has led a life. Probably. From being 'recruited' by Handsome Jack just to have an attempt on his life made, Zer0 and the other surviving Vault Hunters teamed up to.... Kill Handsome Jack. Which they did, murdering thousands of people along the way as they paved a path of destruction against the psychos of Pandora's wastelands. Having killed the Warrior, an ancient alien weapon, and Jack there were some other adventures from battling Pirates to a Tournament to the death to hunting in the wilds to torturing a guy for information while their friends played DnD upstairs!

Since then, Zer0 and the other living Vault Hunters had teamed up with other Vault Hunters, searching the Galaxy for new Vaults and allies for a mysterious war that loomed on the horizon.

And if there's one thing Zer0 knows, it's murder and mystery.

Specialty: Stealth | Assassin | Decoy
Level: 3
Experience: 5/30
Powers:
* Decepti0n — Aka Stealth. Zer0 becomes invisible, deploying a holographic decoy of himself
* b0re — Zer0's bullets penetrate through enemies and their equipment, dealing increased damaged with each hit.
* Execute — Zer0 can dash to an enemy within 3 meters of him for a melee attack that deals massive damage.

Strengths:
* Agility, Zer0 is light on his feet.
* Marksmanship
* Swordsmanship

Weaknesses:
* Can only speak in Haiku
* Squishy (aka, little in the way of defenses)
* No social skills

Spirits: (See Spirits section for details. Start with none)
* Robot Scout
The Scout's distinctive cap and earpiece are integrated with Zer0's suit, and the bottom halves of his legs bear a distinctly retro robotic look. His facial display is also light blue now instead of red. This spirit confers the Power Frontrunner Hardware, increasing running speed and jump height while allowing an impossible midair jump. This spirit also inflicts the Weakness Robo-susceptibility, making him vulnerable to EMP and other jamming attacks

Kindred Spirits:
* Widowmaker (Overwatch)
* Gaige the Mecromancer (Borderlands 2)
* Ahri (League of Legends)

Inventory:
* His trusty sword
* Some crappy sniper
* Null Sector Ammo Case
A case containing a variety of extra ammunition, including pistol, rifle, and sniper rounds. Its variety means there isn't an abundance of each type, but there's enough of each: 40 pistol, 20 rifle, and 9 sniper. All rounds in this purple Null Sector case are Null Sector rounds, which incorporate laser technology to deal heat as well as puncture damage, and also function as tracers.
* Synapse
An organic rifle whose internal organs generate potent charges of bioelectricity to accurately fry enemies at close or medium range. It unleashes 12 jolts per second in a continuous stream, with 72 jolts per charge and 6 seconds to fully recharge, though it won't fire while recharging. The weapon does not need to feed, but it should be cleaned.

[User]
Courier 6
Level 2 - (17/20) EXP
Location: Scrapyard - Right
Word Count: 1067

As soon as the radio on the Courier's arm started playing his favorite soothing, relaxing song, the Courier let the tension in his shoulders subside. Ah, Johnny Guitar. That angelic voice could make sweet sweet love to his ears as easily as a bolt action carbine. He was so mesmerized that he hadn't even noticed the large pig like man, Roadhog, save his bacon. He barely noticed when Zer0 reappeared by his side, taking additional shots at the robots from behind their cover.

"This is taking too long. I think I've got an idea!" Uh oh. A Courier idea was a dangerous one. Taking notice of one of the Omnic robots that had been wrecked by Zer0's B0re power, the Courier reached out from his cover, grabbed the robot by its arm, and yanked the thing back behind the scrap with him. "This is gonna take some time, but it should end the battle damn fast if it works!" he announced, before getting to work.

Popping open a small chamber on his Pip-Boy, the Courier tugged out a long cord, then looked over the barely functional Omnic for a receptacle he could use to plug his Pip-Boy into. A couple seconds later and he found what he was looking for, though it required he tear off some of the armor plating around the thing's metal skull. Once jacked in, the robot's diagnostics began to display across his arm-mounted computer screen. "Haha! They're compatible! Yes!" Tap tap tap danced the fingers of his right hand across the tiny keyboard mounted to his left arm. First he had to make himself familiar with the coding of these things, and damn was he impressed with what he saw. Sure, the hardware they were sporting wasn't anything to write home about, with the somewhat average guns and the mass produced armor plating that didn't even cover their whole exoskeletons, but the software, that was a thing of beauty!

The coding kept changing right before his very eyes, almost like it was evolving, like it was learning! Was the technology of the Big Empty even this advanced? The Courier imagined what these robots could accomplish if they had constructed better vessels for their programming, and quickly decided he did not like the idea one bit. Self aware robots.Learning robots. They could wipe out humanity so easily, at least in his world, scattered and broken as people were. Luckily for him there was still some baseline code that remained the same in the unit, no matter how the rest of it changed and evolved. That made sense, as the learning protocols in these things could easily cause them to shutdown if proper failsafes were not in place. All it would take would be to accidentally move the wrong 1 or 0, and then… Well that's what robotics and computer experts like him were for.

The Courier delved deeper into this baseline coding, eyes taking in everything that he could. The Omnic's red optical lense glared at him, clearly wanting to punish him for this invasion of its soul, but without a functioning body incapable of following through. Heh. Fucking robots. Ah, fascinating, that would be useful. So they communicated with one another on a wireless telecommunications network. Just a little deeper, and he could exploit them…

Pew!

"Argh!" The Courier clutched his left shoulder, the jerking reaction nearly pulling the interface cord free from the robot it had been plugged into. The monitor of the Pip-Boy began to fade as he realized his mistake and quickly forced the jack back in more securely. That stray shot had almost cost him everything! Luckily Blazermate had heard his cry of pain and reacted quickly, patching up the injury with expedience. "Thanks, pardner," he waved the medabot off with two of his fingers, concentrating back onto his work. This was too important…

Yes! There it was! An emergency override code!Broadcasting the code through the Omnics' network would force them to shutdown against their will! It wouldn't do a damn thing with those other robots, and at some point the Omnics would notice the broadcast signal and evolve an algorithm to neutralize it, but at least it would take out a considerable number of the Omnic forces across the entire Scrapyard, helping all of his companions and the rabbits, before they developed a defense. "Hold on to yer hats, amigos! A bunch of robots are about to eat dirt!" The Courier copied the failsafe code and began to transmit, using his Pip-Boy's radio as the point of origin, and routing through the interfaced Omnic's processors. If they attempted a counter-hack, it'd run through the Omnic as a proxy before reaching his Pip-Boy, at which point he'd be able to disable the connection.

BOOM!

One of the rabbit creatures simply vanished into a fine red mist. The Courier perked up, spotting small tufts of white fur floating about in the air. He blinked a few times, trying to focus on what had just happened. Then it clicked. That sound. He already heard it not five minutes ago. Even amongst the explosions of the grenade launcher and the bullets flying through the air, the Courier could recognize a .50 caliber anti-material rifle.

"That idiot! That brahmin pie faced mother fucking idiot!" He scanned the area for where the shot could have come from, instinctively looking up to the hill they traversed to get there. Sure enough there was Michael setup with his rifle, smoke rising from the muzzle. "WE COULD APPEAL TO THEM! THEY COOPERATED YOU FUCKING SHITSTAIN!"

His curses and insults meant nothing, and it was too late. The rabbit creatures recognized the betrayal (not that Michael could have known) and reacted exactly as one would expect: they turned hostile. And here was the Courier, holed up in a corner unable to move without interrupting the signal that would shut down Omnic robots, practically a sitting duck. Ratchet called out a plan, but the Courier wouldn't be able to take any part in it. Gritting his teeth, he armed himself with his .44 magnum revolver and prepared himself to put a bullet in anything that got too close, if it wasn't friendly.

[Assistant]
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Level 2 - (14/20) EXP
Location: Sewer Dungeon
Word Count: 375

Old Friends Collide - Pt 4.

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The chunk of debris hurdled towards Mario's way, leaving with mixed reviews on the outcome. While on one hand it was able to fully break one of the chains that grasped the plumber's wrist - already making him just slightly more vulnerable if nothing else - it was an otherwise fruitless tactic in beating him down with sheer physical force. With a significant portion of its power sapped by the flail's impact, it allowed the opponent to easily jump into the air and uppercuts it with his signature jump. The boulder was no match for such power and instantly crumbled upon impact, leaving nothing but miniature pieces and dust.

Geno had to adapt to this change of pace quickly. Now utilizing only one flail, its no doubt that Mario would begin to change tactics - most likely to hand-to-hand combat. The Star Warrior had seen first hand at the plumber's melee abilities, during decades prior, and the more he stuck around, the more he watched him grow stronger as a fighter. Now with five tournaments under his belt, over a decade of battling Bowser, and possessed by the strings of evil, he's more powerful than ever before. If he's going to win against him, Geno would have to fight more with sheer cunning and tactics.

Instinctually, the star warrior ignited the two light disks in his hands. However, before he could even think about chucking them, Mario was already upon him as he leaped overhead to smash the bludgeon right on top of the doll's fragile head. With only miliseconds to react, Geno was forced to dodge as his thrusters propelled him to his left. While doing so, he chucked the light disks towards his opponent, as they zig-zagged their way towards him. This could've saved him, for he caught sight of the flail bailing towards him from the corner of his eyes...

And one of these disks seemed to be right in its crosshairs.

Following this, the doll pointed his cannon at Mario as he began to fire several rapid fire shots towards him, with several seemingly aimed straight for his head. And as for the surviving disk(s), they too would plan to come and haunt the plumber as they proceeded to boomerang back towards their creator.


[System]
Alias: Svent,Mr.Svent, Mr.S, Cas, Tribunal Svent, Legate, Legatus.
Age: 22
Gender: Male
Species: Eclysian, a Mostly Human in look Race, But Feloid features such as Ears, Tail,sharp but durable nails.
Occupation: Commission Agent of the Collective.
Residence: Elciazia, It is a Lush Green planet protected by Large energy fields, with observation bases owned by the governing military. In Short, for easy comprehension, like Earth, but a lot more vegetation.

Physical Description: Cassius stands at 6ft, 200lbs, as such, has a bit of stock in his legs and hips, broad shoulders with decently scrawny arms.

He has rather moonlit fair-skin, Dark Lines seemingly branded through his body, but no impression is left to imply scarring.

Hazel Green eyes, dark eyebrows, dark chocolate colored hair. His hair is well groomed, giving and impression he seems to respect himself to seem neat and tidy. Sharp white canines.

Felinoid ears that seem to bend and turn sideways, quite large, and expressive. Slight dark circles under his eyes. He has a few scars on his forehead and his cheeks, and one on each side of his temples, in a vertical slashing pattern.

Lastly, a tail, pretty self explanatory.

Personality: Cassius is an inquisitive man that tries to review forensics of a situation to best assess what to do, in this sense, he typically leans in favor of cold logic, but this does not mean he is entirely heartless, in fact, he can come across as fiercely passionate in a situation that requires a definitive decision between the collective he may be working with. While facts might outweigh personal reason, he does try to seek a middle ground for others in the act of fairness.

Outside of cold logic, he is quite sassy and will often have backhanded remarks to others, not always to berate them, but to humor if he can. Humor at times helps him show a sense of humanity, in places where he is otherwise apathetic. Some would argue, his apathy is his greatest strength when he has to hard commit to a situation or contingency plan, it lets him detach from reality of something that might otherwise be a horrible situation.

But when not stuck in the heat of danger, he tends to focus on the needs of others, this aspect of him gives him a submissive outlook to those who he is interacting with; mostly out of concern for others. To him, every cog of a clock must function, if one does not function, he sees that the integrity could be compromised, so he intends to make sure everything is accounted for. To him. every teammate is a limb of a body, to sever tendons would hinder progress, and a slowed body, is a unhealthy one in the field.

When Addressed negatively, he drowns it out, he does not care for it, he cares for results.

Abilities and Equipment: - Cassius wears a set of armor in the field that is space worthy, as well as amphibious. It's well insulated to even repel radiation, comes equipped with emergency shields, Scan visors, and a wrist mounted launcher that shoots energy in a small concentrated ball.

On hand, he typically has a Gauss Rife that has both an energy component, as well as a Kinetic component, he stands to reason that some shields are easier to piece with metals than it is energy, easier to pierce some hides or flesh in a flash than it is to expend needless energy.

Oh hand, he has a small drone that flies around, in some cases tethers to others to boost, or grant shields, to tethers down enemies to restrain them in a stasis field. Typically the drone is mounted to his back.

For Melee, he has a collapsible two handed beam sword, while it does have a stun component, it is typically more suited for cutting through obstructions, and fleshy beings or surfaces.

 -  Outside of his armor, he wears a thin suit with a harness around him, has a vest around his chest, with lightly reinforced boots, holstering medical gear, mostly first aid resources, and Tourniquet supplies; the downside is, it is intended for humans roughly 4 to 6ft. A pair of goggles he wears over his eyes allow for him to scan things easily too.

History: Cassius grew up in on his home world with his tribe, namely, Cor Vas Svent; his grandfather. The Eclysians are typically a peaceful people, and as such, have peaceful values. And he grew up with the teachings of trying to be readily able to aid and serve in kind of others. At times, he was told of stories of Ancient Earth; a time before the federation... This knowledge was mostly from the fore bearers that were occasionally visited by the collective, and as such he came into contact with this knowledge, their folklore, myth, and religions. Earth fascinated him, and as such had a romanticized version of what he'd never see in his image.

But that was the highlight of his childhood, imagination. Raiders invaded and almost took his tribe overnight, and as the one of the last seven of that tribe, they were known as the Tribunals to the collective, mostly out of fact if they remained, they'd have to govern what was left in the ashes. Reality was, the last of that tribe was mostly alone, the raids continued on their planet, and it was overtaken in weeks. The Collective intervened, this intervention saved what was left of the tribes... out of 70, 12 remained. As the older members were integrated, they were brought to a safe world where they could be nursed, and given hope before being asked to aid them in research. Before anyone could agree to that, the Eclysian tribes banned together to try to form a collective of their own to preserve the remaining families. The Twelve Tribes became the Zodiarchy; effectively a council composed of said tribes to ensure nothing disrupts their creed... For their creed was all that they had on hand of the old world.

With the Zodiarchy established, a Tribunal of each sex, from each Tribe was taken to Xerxes, One of the Collective's bases of operations. Xerxes was scary to the Tribunal for they no idea what the world was truly like outside of their small scope, their vision of the galaxy was forever shifted. To Cassius, the Collective was a Myth for years,A story the grownups talked about, but only later did he really find their purpose. They were an organization of aliens that wanted to act as a relief effort to the universe,to help colonize. While the Collective in Xerxes was large, it wasn't massive enough to have a set of very far reaching hands.

Cassius wanted to help prevent further tragedy, but to do so, he had to take initiative, and that required him stepping into a whole new light. Years of studying technology, grounded forensics to a basis that he could convey easily to others. Learning to become a pillar in trying times, all while trying to find his humanity that he lost from shock, rather his loss of innocence. He didn't want to see others feel as he did, in a way, he didn't want others to understand how he felt. For if they did, it would mean they were in the same boat he was; or at the very least experienced great loss, and that was something he'd want to prevent. He wants to help others achieve peace.

For a while, he was a courier for the Collective to drop supplies, occasionally he would need to participate in combat for relief efforts, which is where some of his inexperienced scars came from. But his progress was good for a man that lost so much, it was his sense of compassion and competence that made the Collective commission him on their behalf to work in his new task... Effective immediately upon Commission Request, Tribunal Svent would be moved to the Aion unit to act as a Pillar of Support, and taking Samus Aran in, Alive.

[User]
Amber maintained eyes contact with Zen for a few seconds after he addressed her, but not in a threatening way; she was only trying to sort out how she should perceive it after what he just said. For now, however, he was clearly on their side and she could only hope it would stay like this for the duration of this mission.

'Despite this whole thing, nice to meet you Ms. Vale.' Amber said in answer to Katherine introduction. Which was not a bad idea. 'I'm Amber Haus, Federation Special Forces.'

It was nice and everything to properly meet and exchanges greetings, information and what not after arguing for a good while on multiple subjects, but they needed to get going if they wanted to fulfill anything at all. The front of an observation room was not exactly the proper place for discussions either.

'I agree we have things to talk about before we enter any hostile environment, but is this the right place for this? It would be a lot more logical to discuss things while we are on the move as to not waste any time. On that subject, I'm guessing most of us - she briefly looked over at Zen - have things they need to gather and get ready before leaving. I suggest we do this now and regroup in exactly one hour at this base landing docks'

'I am guessing that most of you have your own ships and what not, but I strongly suggest that we use the same ship as to stray grouped and communicate better while on the move. The federation probably have one prepared for us. Otherwise, the Federation gave me my own private ship when I joined Spec. Forces. If you don't trust me, any ships would do just fine as long as you let me install my research center in it.'

'I hope we are all in agreement?' she said as she got out her data pad again and began typing on a few things and walkign towards the door. Right as she was about to disappear she added, louder; 'One Hour!' and headed to her personal quarters to gather all of the things she would need.

[Assistant]
@SimpleWriter

"My name is David and that is all you gotta know" He said feeling that he was prepared to leave, However he would need a few things from his quarters. Following behind Amber and when they were further away form the others he started to speak with her, "So what do you think of the situation? And the people we will be working with?" He asked his heavy footsteps echoing though the hallway.

While they walked to their quarters a few of the passing solider were making looking down at their feet, He knew why they did this because he was such a terrifying and looming figure. Not many people want to be around him and when they do they are weary of him, However he gets the job done so he is a valuable assist to the federation. Personally he did not trust any of them and thought they would be a hazard to the mission, Knowing himself he was going to get Samus, the cure and then he would gladly punish her personally afterwords. However he was going to be on his best behavior of course, He also wondered what her thoughts were of Samus and her whole relationship with the X and Metroid.

[User]
Kathrine Vale-

"A pleasure," she said with a smile that you could practically hear to Amber.

"Well, he's certainly charming," Kat remarked as the Marine exited.

She swept her gaze over the others, and shrugged, "Well, I've got my own ship, so I guess I'll start getting it ready to head out?"

[Assistant]
It was nice to know Kaze was ironically the most respectful one at present, at least that was organic. Rather than cutting to a point, Amber rather Meander and wait to delay upon exchanging notes -- which would have been brief. For a woman who wants to be objective, she has a roundabout method of getting things done. This did not please Cassius in the slightest, not something he'd advertise, he simply watched the chatty woman talk, and leave... Typical. He was Not going to take orders from someone who couldn't even have the decency to get to the point.

The Catnip jape... Original -- almost as if a human -- oh wait... Of course, only a human could be so painfully unoriginal... But it mustered a smile from him,even if it was an awkward one. But as fast as he made himself known... He made himself scarce... He wasn't intimidating in the slightest. Too clunky, too brazen. Were Marines so painfully illefficent, or just boastful? Either way, he was the second largest target, only rival to Kaze... Rival  is too strong a word... He shook his head in amusement.

Taking note of the meek voice from Earlier, particularly the one who mentioned leadership.
"Leadership isn't really what is needed, just a well composed plan. My general plan is to keep you alive to perform your task, and put down anything that becomes nuisance, which I have no doubt you will not be one of those. I only ask you be attentive, cautious, and relay important information, and we will be fine. But if I, a Legate must take action, it would not be the first. Granted, while I rather not be responsible for those not of my kin, I can humor that request... Only if that is what you all wish. If I had to voice concern... I fear their egos will conflict with objectivity, Ego; the root of many problems. I rather cut it out like the cancer it is. You can recover from it, it might be painful, and tiring. But one becomes stronger when they overcome it, even if through assistance." The Legate didn't much care for pride, just getting the job done.

This caused him to look to Zen. "Zen, I ask you send a full briefing on Samus' history to me, as well as documents of the X Parasites, The Metroids -- extinct or otherwise--, The Motherbrain, Space Pirates, and of course... the Events of the BSL station that crashed, as for what life we should expect on the SR387. However, SR388's data might prove useful if they believe fragments of it were jettison from the impact into the neighboring mass, we could easily identify what the X choose to replicate in efficiency in this manner. Is this request doable?" Cassius was going to take initiative if it meant gathering the important and relevant information, he held his gauntlet out for whatever Data Zed could transfer to it.

Finally, he looked to Kaze and Ms.Vale.
"If you have as ship, it might be pertinent to keep in close contact... however, if one of you has a rather large ship, it might be beneficial for me to ride with one of you, immediately nearby and all. However, if none of you could have me as a passenger, I'd understand. Granted, as a Tribunal, I do understand the need of privacy. And as such, would respect yours, as well as areas you'd not wish for me to be in, all you need is say where the lines are, and the ones I should never cross." he wasted no time saying he'd respect boundaries. And also wasted no time asked if he may join one of the two.


[System]
Age: 16

Abilities: Necromancy-Jack can summon dead humans and animals when he feels like it. He often conversates and enjoys the companies of the corpses.

Appearance:

Bio: Jack was part of a large extended family. He had been adopted after he was found untouched after a house fire. Later in life, when he had wished to see his old mother to the extreme, she had appeared in front of him. But she was not the same. She was shriveled up, and burnt, like an overcooked chicken. He fled his new home and lived on the road from that day forward.

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Lin shifted as the black misty form walked? glided? glidewalked toward her. The figure shifted over into what looked like a large crow. It eyed her and spoke an apology. Considering that Lin thought the being was going to somehow either lecture her on manners or possess her, she decided to play along and hope that that wasn't its plan all along.

Nodding slowly, she replied, "It's true that I did mention that finding out about your...kind has shocked me. Do you guys come from, like, another whole planet, or does Hell exist or something? What's this Void business?" She played with a lock of her tangled blonde curls, trying not to look like she was frozen with the total terror she was feeling.

[Assistant] Jack laughed. "And it's all about getting along, being in harmony with one's self, and singing kumbaya around a campfire." He then looked at who seemed to be the counselors. "I think the...energetic girl is one. And possibly that guy?" He said, pointing to Kyle and Ivy. "Anyways, I think that camp will be okay. As long as most of the people leave me alone." He smiled a charming grin at Val. "You're cool though."

[User] Neric would tilt his head a bit from her words, she must have completely ignored him back there. Huffing softly as he shakes his head, fluffing his feathers as he speaks. "I guess you did ignore my words back there, which gives me the feeling you watch too much sci-fi stuff. As I said before... I have no idea what you are talking about. I have no idea what kind of Void you met and have no idea how you even know about us, but please do refrain from that kind of lecturing." The little creature spoke as it watched her, she knows about Void? How much now, he was curious. If she knew about them, maybe she is one which doesn't make him feel good. He and james already have Granger on their tail, they don't need another one. "But really tell me, how do you know about my kind? I'm curious to what you know..."

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Val smiles back, "Thanks you seem cool too." She stands up and stretches. "I think I've been in here too long, the noise is starting to get to me." She laughs and looks around, stopping her gaze at the two campers Jack mentioned earlier. Mostly to the girl with red hair. She shook her head and began to wonder how people can even have that much energy, it tired Val out just thinking about it. The boy on the other hand, seemed cool and collected but also lingered close to the girl. Are they dating? They seem like total opposites.  She thought to herself. Val then realized that she was basically glaring at the two and turned her head away hoping they wouldn't notice and looked back at Jack instead, "I'm gonna step outside for a bit, I need some fresh air."

[User] James did find her empty hand, and Cecilia looked fairly surprised for a second before turning her own hand around to hold his, her thumb lightly kneading the top of his fingers and even the area further down the back. She hoped that between her hand and her warmhearted expression, he would be less inclined to dwell on how flustered she also was. There was little to no doubt she enjoyed this, although James is looking to be the only person that can steal the spotlight away from breakfast for her and if this continues, she may forget that she still had a few more bites left. "Me too..." she spoke softly, immediately thinking she should have breathed in before speaking, so she could have sounded more composed.

[Assistant] He would smile softly, looking at their hands before back at his meal. He wasn't a left handed person, as she can see he is having a bit of trouble with getting anything on the fork he was using. But it looked like he didn't mind one bit, his smile still going as he looked at the food. Looking to Cecilia out of the corner of his eye as he finally gets a bite on his fork. Speaking softly. "Still soft and smooth from last night..." His cheeks slightly red as he takes the bite, closing his eyes and sighing. Enjoying the moment of good food and someone close to him sitting with him for breakfast.

[User] "Th-Thanks..." Cecilia's voice stammered as she imagined the embarrassing face she might have been making. She too resumed eating, having an easier time of it than him while still a little self conscious of how she was eating, careful to do so as competently and as nonchalantly as possible, though with only marginal success. Her smile widened a tad when she thought of perhaps helping James with his food by feeding him herself. But she had the feeling that doing so might be going too far, especially since he didn't seem to mind as far as she could see. "You know... In all that time I spent moving from place to place, I couldn't even keep in touch with any friends I did make... and eventually I couldn't get that close with anyone... And now here I am," she spoke softly before chuckling lightly as she slightly lifted his hand in hers. "And I have you to thank for that, James." She wanted to keep the mood light, yet she was sincere in what she said.

[Assistant] James would put down his fork, smiling softly as he listened to Cecilia. Though he wondered if they would be able to keep in touch once camp was over, if they would hear from eachother again. But that's a long way down the road, still a lot of time before he should really worry about that. Looking at her as he smiles softly. "Well I feel special, that I got to be able to get close." Looking at their hands, it felt nice to him. Rubbing his thumb along the back of her hand before looking to her again. He's done with eating it would seem, just enjoying the moment with her. "But I hope we can keep in touch after the camp gets over..."

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Lin shook her head. "No, I was asking you, hon. I'm a babe in the woods as far as your...species?...is concerned. I only heard your...master?....mention what you are a few minutes ago. To humans, "void" typically sounds really dark, ominous and, well, evil. I was just hoping to ascertain how much you and/or your kind fit...into those three categories." She was picking her words very carefully here, still managing to keep one eye trained on Kyle. It was a bit odd that he hadn't replied to her little tirade, but maybe he was treating it as water under the bridge. Lin suppressed a chuckle at the unintended humor, not wanting Neric to think HE was the one amusing her.

"But yeah," she continued, looking at Neric's avian eye region, "You're the first non-human sentient species I've ever met. I'd like to hear more about you all sometime."

[Assistant] Cecilia had just about finished her food by this point, appearing to pause with the last bite in her mouth when she heard the last words James said. She swallowed, her eyes turning down to her empty plate. "I'd like that very much..." she agreed, her voice not very ardent at all, yet quite earnest. Her hand squeezed his deftly, a subtle reassurance while she looked up at him and smiled again, her head tilting playfully. "But until then, let's enjoy our time at camp as much as we can, okay?" she said, livelier this time. "Look, the day just started, and Neric's already making friends." She smirked as she turned her head to Neric conversing with the new girl. "I wonder where he gets it from," she chuckled airily, content to spend the rest of the meal time like this with James.

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"Oh I see, just a misunderstanding then. Well to be honest my kind aren't the nicest lot true enough, but I try not to be like what my kind is. Well... let me think on those topics, there is no way as far as I know about possession or such. Unless I never seen it..." Him humming a bit as he hops around, the raven breaking down into a cloud before retaking the form of the cat. Walking on all fours before sitting back down again. Besides only being pure black all over with red eyes, he looked almost exactly like the animal. "I'm curious what the unknown is like to be honest... but then the last one was about James. He isn't my master and I'm not his, he's my human. And no I don't wanna call him what my kind call their humans, I feel it vulguer and disrespectful. But you're still learning so I understand, hopefully we are on better terms and such. If you're busy I don't wanna intrude, just wanted to talk this over instead of just have it as it happened and left at that."

James chuckles and watches Neric speaking with the girl, smiling softly as he squeezes Cecilia's hand back. Thinking on her words as he looks back at her. "No idea, though he has been around longer then you and me will ever be it seems. So maybe he developed some people skills through his experience? But doesn't have to be just him, wanna go and meet her as well? I think I heard her say her name was Lin." He would offer, not wanting to be the only person she hung out with. A camp full of people to get to know and develop friendships with, besides if she spent too much time with him she may get sick of spending time with him. He's new to this all, hoping he doesn't mess up or anything.

[Assistant] "Oh? Well i-if you think so. I'd hate to interrupt… but maybe it wouldn't hurt to say hello at least," Cecilia granted, slowly pulling her hand away from James' and to her other hand in front of her, then immediately thinking of something, speaking her next words delicately while maintaining a cheerful smile, her right hand coming over her blushing cheek. "But... maybe I should um… calm down… first…" her voice lowered to a near hush and she looked away. "I'd like to make a good impression, so I think I'll freshen up a little. You can go ahead though. I can even take your tray if you're done eating. I don't mind," she cordially offered, standing from her seat. She was willing to take their plates to the kitchen, intending to take a few minutes for herself afterward, but if he refused, she'd be fine with it. "I'll catch up with you in a bit, okay?" she said, smiling widely.

[User] "Oh? Alright, well take your time. But don't take too long ok? I mean yesterday was really fun when you were around..." Not wanting to make her uncomfortable, did he make a mistake with saying what he said or something? Hopefully not, getting up with her as he looks over at Neric and the girl. Biting his lip a bit, hopefully he didn't make it look like he was that eager to see the girl. But he would give Cecilia a smile, taking her hand and squeezing it gently but caringly before letting it go and walking towards Neric and the girl. Looking back at her for a short while before looking forward. Sighing softly.

[Assistant] Lin shrugged, trying not to be startled as the...thing shifted from a raven into a cat. "It's fine! I just got here, so I'm not really busy. What kinds of things have you guys done around camp? I heard through the grapevine that this place is relatively new."

[User] Jack looked at Ivy, then back to Val. "Mind if I come? Fresh air does good for the soul, right?" He muttered his next sentence. "If I have one." As he looked at Val, he began to stroke his chin. Val didn't seem to have any powers that were prominent. "Hey, what is your strange gift that sets you apart from the rest of the world? If you don't mind me asking.

[Assistant] Cecilia gathered both their trays, placing all their dishes on one of the receptacles with the other tray underneath. "Sure thing," she gladly nodded when she looked up at James. She was happy that James wasn't pushing her into a potentially embarrassing situation right away. But at the same time, she wondered if part of him thought she was making a flimsy excuse to back out or even not to be around him. She hoped that wasn't the case, the latter reason not being the case at all, but she wouldn't be able to shake the feeling until she meets up with him again. After dropping off their dishes at the kitchen at an adjacent room, Cecilia searched for the lavatory, reaching into her simple, small handbag and picked out a plastic bag containing her toothbrush and toothpaste once she found said room, opening and closing the door behind her.

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Val picked up her bag and wore it on her back, she has yet to find her room and activities were about to start. When Jack mentioned if she minded company she didn't mind, having a friendly face around doesn't hurt. "Sure, I have to drop my bag off to my room real quick though." As they walked out of the cafeteria Jack inquired to her about her powers and for a second she hesitated. It was the power that made people call her the devil. She figured that at a summer camp with other powered teens, it would be inevitable to show it. But Jack was her first friend in her life, it would be wrong to keep secrets right at the beginning. Still, she didn't want to scare him off. She decided it was best to not expose her scarred palms just yet.
"Of course... it's a little... scary though so don't get too freaked out." She smiles at Jack and stopped outside the cafeteria. She extends an index finger flat in front of her. A ring on her other hand popped out a tiny blade which she uses to prick her finger, making a small cut. Blood starts to slowly surface out of the cut and starts forming a circle. Then it starts to rise, within seconds it forms into a shape of a diamond and crystallizes. It floats in the space above her finger for just a few seconds before it liquefies and falls onto the grass patch below, burning it causing the ground to smoke.
Val then looks to Jack, hoping to not have freaked him out.

[Assistant] Jack looked down at his hands. "I don't mind waiting." When she performed the trick, he stared at the blood, and the smoking grass. "That. Was. Sick! So, you can, like, kill someone with that? And is there a way you did that? How did you get your powers?" He said it all so fast, he was doubled over, gasping for breath. With a snap of his fingers, a skeletal man who looked like a fitness trainer handed him a fresh water bottle. "Sorry about that." He took a tentative sip, then a gulp.


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Nickname: Mr.Svent, Cassius of Lumya, Cassius the Wise, Xanat.
Race: Half - Lumyian, Bat Demi human.
Age: 21
Gender: Male

Appearance:  Has brown silky hair, Hazel green eyes, pale skin.

Proportionality:
Weight: Roughly 200lbs.
Height:5'11 to 6ft.
Frame: Androgynous
Shoulders 6in
Chest 12 in
Waist 8-10in
Thigh 10-12in
Butt-cheek 8x10in
Wrist to tip of Middle Finger 7 1/2 inches.
Pinkie starting digit (base of hand before extending to finger) to thumb digit 4inch
feet (as in my feet) 12 inches

Upper Arm (Width)3 inches
Lower (forearms) 2 1/2 − 3 inches
Wrist 2 1/2 − 3 1/3 inches
Elbow to wrist 11 3/4 inches
Shoulder to elbow 12 1/4 inches

Heel to Knee 15 inches.
Knee to Thigh 16 inches.

Height 5'11 to 6ft.
6 1/2 inches from collar bone to chin.
7 inches from one end to the other (Left to right)

Crotch to Waist (curves) 9 inches.
Waist to belly button 4 1/2 inches
Waist to chest (where ribs start) 12 inches
Chest to neck 9 inches
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Personality:- A Calculating person by nature, independent, thoughtful. But most importantly caring despite his cynicism, and skeptical nature when it comes to relaying facts. Has a hard time even accepting his visions.
Job: He is seen as a Bounty Hunter to many, but he is with Research and development of Lindblum, currently working with Tantalus to help make sure an operation goes through with flying colors.

Fighting Style: Cassius fights with Aiki Jujitsu. Additionally, he weaves magic together as someone who uses Elemancy for explosive punches or strikes, or self sustaining effects such as elemental armor. Uses his Magically generated wings to block, as well as swat enemies away, or to do a powerful charging dash.
Weapons from strongest to weakest: A Beast Cutter (A powerful cleaver that can extend out to function as a heavy whip, blade is serrated.)
Gadgets: Phoenix Ashes, Marbles, Stone Pebbles, Bandage Wrap, Syringes. Throwing Knives. Grappling hooks. Some form of gun for a finishing blow/ or to stagger someone mid attack. (Usually not very powerful, but strong enough to leave an impression.)

Armors/Outfits Cassius wears an assortment of armors to make up for his lack of early skill. But normally they are black, gray, Blue, and white in terms of fabrics.
Weight Class: Medium.

Familiar: Camazotz, deadly god of Bats.
Familiar Appearance:

Familiar Abilities: Camazotz has heightened hearing, flight, and can deploy a projection of a deadly swarm of bats to deal damage over time to a marked target.

Movement Type: Ground, creeps around most of the time before taking flight.

Familiar Size: Medium. Human Height.

Relic Weapons: Spear of Xilbalba.

Relic Armors: A Shining stone that gives passive health regeneration.
Trance: In Cassius' trance, he generates an armor of darkness around him that resembles a Gargoyle, as well as a massive Great Hammer, the Great hammer has four rotating Gargoyle heads that release multiple incense that can have supporting effects such as raising resistances and defenses, as well as health and mana regeneration at the cost of him sharing his with the party. He can additionally lower enemy defenses, resistances. As well as do powerful attacks with magic by having the heads generate elements or energy.

Pros- Hit's hard with kicks. Sneaky. Can take a few good hits. Can fly when wings are summoned with ease. Can do powerful charged strikes with his momentum.
Cons- Skeptical of his visions. Relies on outwitting rather than overpowering. Wings can be destroyed temporarily to reduce his mobility.
Racial Strengths- Light footed, Regenerates magic, can imbue magic into his strikes.
Racial Weaknesses- Not very skilled with weapons.

Background: Cassius was originally a child about to be enslaved by Grandanian Slavers, but was rescued by Hitori, the Slaver was turned into a Necklace that acts as a glamor that allows Cassius to act as a full Lumyian in society. It was never his want to be something he was not, but when immigrating to the Alexandrian continent, he was taken in by Alphonse, to pass as his child, he required Cassius to appear as a full blood so that his family would not be frowned upon. Cassius' rebellious nature made it hard to live as such, to which he was told to pick an identity. Hitori however always, only knew Cassius as himself, and was his only true friend and family through life. He also had a loyal Crocodile and Raven pet he had to give away, this Crocodile was known as Chauncey. The Raven was Noir.

With such complications, he took the name of "Xanat" as his domestic name when he wasn't wearing his gem, and used his birth name for when he chose to appear as the fullblood. But life was only more complicated, he hated that second name. The second name belonged to the gem... Yet he depended so much on something he hated so he could fit in. It didn't help he was to uphold an honor that was never his. As long as he wore that gem, he was honoring a slaver, not himself. He had to choose between self respect, and meeting expectations. As a teenager, he decided to leave home with his gem, seeking bounties.

Without skill, he consulted books, research, and alchemy. This helped him greatly for monster hunts, even to make a name of "Cassius the Wise". He wore armor and happened upon Treno where he tracked Ritsu for over a year. He had enough of not being able to find him with ease, or not being able to traverse as the fullblood, so he sought out Anubis. He caught up to Ritsu, to which his lovelife blossomed.Soon after he found himself engaged to him. In his married life, he wore the gem less. And stopped caring about hunting as often, but it was nice to have a home to himself with Ritsu. Eventually he returned to Lindlum with his title and took on additional work, as well as hunts. In the Guise of a Hunt, he aided in a heist to transport a concerned Princess to Lindblum.

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Hitori looked at Cassius incredulously for a moment before looking back at Ritsu. Hitori narrowed his eyes trying to scrutinize why Cassius would want a Soul Stealing Monkey in the first place and just kept drawing a blank, "Well....Your Choice I suppose." Hitori said trying to remain somewhat polite.

Ritsu just Rolled his eyes, "Well I certainly didn't expect your Childhood friend to be so...Mistrustful, Cassius." Ritsu could tell the Fox didn't like him and so far the feeling was somewhat mutual but he didn't really know Hitori so he was just Mostly indifferent towards him. "Is he Really coming with us?"

"I'll have you know I'm more than useful, you don't survive as long as I have by being careless." Hitori Bristled, his Glamour Momentarily Faltering before resuming the Proper Shape, He had to remember to remain calm, people are won over with Honey; not Vinegar.

"If you say so Old Man." Ritsu teased, seeing that the Kumiho was trying to remain calm, there was part of Ritsu that was a bit of an Instigator at times.

"Better than being a Child I suppose." Hitori quipped back, Ritsu's face flushed red with embarrassment. Hitori smirked at him Satisfied that he had at least flustered him.

Once they had arrived at the Airship Hitori Changed his Glamour from a Knight to a Girl who had gone to see the Play, just to be Careful. Ritsu Rolled his eyes at Hitori and turned to Baku, "We are really skating the edge with this one Boss Man, I've got a bad feeling about this."

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Wylde's role in the play was rather small extra here and there when they needed to fill in the numbers on stage. Which while it didn't really please her that she lacked fight scenes, also allowed her to roam about behind the scenes and observe on how the operations were going. What's more she made her own goal of keeping watch on the Queen and General Beatrix from afar. Since her all planned minor appearances on stage were over, she now only waited nearby, expecting the real fight to break out.

 As the propellers started moving, Wylde knew the time to leg it was near. Still she knew there was no way for them to be allowed free escape. With the general this close, and who knows what else waiting, they had to be quick and decisive about it. She slowly and gently pulled her rappier from it's sheath just a little, to make sure of it's condition. It was perfect, but she wasn't going to be using that weapon once the real fight breaks loose.