[System]
Age: 15

Superhero Alias: Satsui-Yurei

Superhero status: Aspiring hero

Quirk Name: Sensory Divination

Quirk Ability: ( Passive: when used on self) An aura that extends 18in out from his body. Aura can be extended or reduced. Quirk allows him to sense anything that comes in contact with his aura and its relative information like speed, trajectory, relative force. Drawbacks: If aura is extended too far it can result in sensory overload from too many stimuli, resulting in headaches, dizziness, and blackouts. Can also be extended to a singular object (leaving him uncovered) giving him information about the structural integrity of object (also applies to people).

Looks: 5'9" Dark skin tinged with copper swirls, golden colored eyes,athletic build, black hair shaved on sides with twist on top. (similar to kilik from soul eater sans glasses). Generally can be seen with a serious face.

Brief Bio: While both his parents have Quirks that would have allowed them to pursue a career as a Hero, they chose to work in the civilian sector, and became very lucrative and influential from it allowing them to establish worldwide connections. Yasuke was of the same mindset focusing on how his quirk could be utilized in the civilian sector. It wasn't until he experienced a traumatic event (will be detailed later) that he began to turn his focus to Hero work. As his quirk is mostly passive, Yasuke seeks to increase his natural fighting ability. With this in mind he convinces his parents to move to Japan in order to learn martial arts from the source and make a bid for the prestigious U.A. .

[User]
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It was late at night, a slight drizzle in the air. The harbor was devoid of life, excluding a lonesome figure in a trench-coat holding a briefcase and the slightly swaying ships. A faint light appeared on the seaside horizon. With it came the noise of music, of drunkenness, and of revelry. The figure stood still as the lively Cruise liner approached. While the cruise made port and the passengers scuttled off into the previously dead port, the figure stood watching. As the tide of civilians died down a light aboard the ship started to make its way onto land. With this motion, the figure finally moved to meet the light midway.
"How was your vacation boss?" The figure said in a low scruffy tone.
"It went swimmingly." What appeared to be a three piece suit with light flowing out of every hole replied cheerfully in a surprisingly normal voice.
"How did business fare while I was away?" Dave Henderson asked his right-hand man while they started to methodically walk towards the inner city slums.
"Swell, however some events happened that I figured you would want to hear about." Michael said while hefting the briefcase up
"Oh? tell me while we are walking." The boss said tensely
"A new group of big shots calling themselves the Fortunes of Gentlemen, F.O.C for short."
"So what did they do? I know you wouldn't tell me every crappy little organisation that crops up."
"I did some digging on their quirks, some real nasty ones, hell even a couple that would give you a run for your money."
"tell me about them."
"It's mainly rumors at the moment, was waiting for you to get back before we did the usual "tests", but so far the only ones we know about is that the hatter and gizmo are in on it, A kid named Cloud who was U.A, looked em up on their website, he can manipulate the internet but is otherwise unnoticeable. There are two others, a big fat guy who has some sort of psychological manipulation powers, and a girl named "Voodoo", no clue on her powers."
"hmm" The boss said while stroking his face. "We'll have to see how far they get, but run some tests to confirm their quirks."
"also there is something else but it will need to wait until we get inside."
"hmmph"
After half an hour of navigating through the slums and late night bars they arrived at a brick warehouse marked "Dave's solar power" alongside with a phone number
While opening the slightly rusty door to the interior, Michael started to explain.
"There was an attack at the U.A entrance exams, no evidence on any particular group yet. The U.A also covered up a fair bit of it from what it seems."
"sigh, not enough information, not enough. Whoever can attack U.A and get away with it most definitely poses a threat to us. Find out what you can, first lets head to my return meeting." the boss said while lighting a cigar and inserting into his mouth covered by the light.
As they went by the stocked shelves of solar panels they reached a rusted door, behind which led a staircase down. Beneath the warehouse was a thick steel door bolted to the foundation of the warehouse. Upon knocking on the door a visor slit opened, then slammed shut. After a moment, the door slowly slid open and the pair stepped through into the small junction of hallways and concrete. After navigating through the winding halls a large wooden door beckoned them to enter. Inside there was a large lavish room with tile flooring and wood walling. In the center of which stood a massive table surrounded by 5 chairs, 2 of which were empty.
As the two entered the previous chatter between the three had swiftly ended as the two strode to the head of the table.
The boss took his throne at the end of the table as Michael took the one to the right of him.
"I am pleased with what I have heard so far, Very good in running business in my month long vacation."
"However I do still want the details of how each branch has done, But first I have an announcement! We are moving to the next stage of our plan, getting our fingers in as many pies as possible, so while on the cruise I have come up with plans to get inside men into not only the police force, but to get into a position to recruit promising individuals from U.A itself, to convince you of these plans gentlemen I ask a simple question. Who has ever heard of a pro hero becoming a janitor? Because I sure haven't."

[Assistant]
For Jyn the test wasn't very difficult, he didn't mind tests, but he preferred to use his brains in the field of duty rather than in a classroom. After the test was finished he decided to go catch some fresh air and think back upon all of the events that had just happened. He felt rather good about his achievements in the exams so far and he was definitely going to keep on his toes in case some other situation emerged during the exams. He left the exam room and saw that were a couple of other students hanging around and Jyn decided to socialize for a bit.

"Hello, I hope you guys didn't have much trouble with that written exam" he said as he put his hands in his pocket.

"I don't mind these kinds of tests, but I like to use my head when on the job. A written test is not like having to use your head in a deadly situation with life and death in the balance" he stated as his mind thought about all of the possible crimes he would have to deal with in the future when he earned the rank of hero.

[User]
The fact that yin returned her smile made Alexa's heart sing.

"I know they said high school is hard, but that a whole nother thing!" Alexa did want to have in slip away. Deep down, she felt like this girl had to be a good person, she worked so hard to keep others safe.

"You bossy? No, so don't worry. I'm just glad we got as many people out unharmed." Alexa said as she waved her hands defensively. "I'm still surprised i made it through the exam. I felt this strong sensation to…"

'May I shouldn't say anything about wanting to quit in the very beginning. Heroes don't say things like that, Do they?'

"Your rift was amazing. How does it work? I've never seen a strong quik like that before." The enthusiasm was spilling out as she got a little closer.

Sometimes her excitement could be a lot to take in. She knew that about herself, but it was hard for her to maintain sometimes. Before she could recoil and bring down her excitement, slam!

Alexa's eyes went wide as she lost her footing. What the hell hit her?

'What the?! So embarrassing!'

She felt her bag fly off her arm as she tried to right herself. There was no point though. She let the fall happen.

"Oof!" She was loud as she hit the ground. Her eyes were closed tight.

It took her a minute to settle down and open her eyes. She saw a red headed kid with glasses in front of her. He must have been the one to hit her. Her eyes narrowed in on him as she got up quickly. He was super apologetic which made her feel a lot better. He was familiar too, but why.

"No no, I'm fine. Don't worry. " Alexa said quietly, she took his hand.

'Strong grip.'

Alexa returned his smile as she let him help her up.
'Herito?...Why does that sound familiar.' The wheels in her head turned. Something bothered her about that name. What was it? Finally it came to her. 'The experimentation kid!'

Her smile remained the same as she got to her feet. When she stood up, she was ready to introduce herself to him. Then a loud beeping went off and he was gone soon after.

'Saved by the bell.'

"Sorry about that Yin." She said as she bent over to pick up her bag. She didn't pay it any mind as she slipped it over her shoulder.

Once she had her bag, she listened to Yin's question. It made her think for a sec.

"I'm going to be honest. I think I did terribly. I was hoping to take out a few robots, but I had to focus on saving people. Not that i regret doing so...I just hope they give us a break. I mean I really tried hard, but I don't know."

Before she could feel sorry for herself, she heard someone leaving the classroom. Alexa snapped her head when she saw the other student. She would give him a big smile.

" We were just talking about what we thought about it. Didn't seem too too hard." She hadn't seen this guy before.

'Maybe he was in a completely different section of the physical exam.'

"Yeah practical exams don't exactly measure up to what we were up against yesterday. No matter how hard you study. I'm Alexa by the way." Her voice was cheerful, then she pointed toward Yin. "This is Yin."

[Assistant]
Tokiko put her eye patch on and looked at her test. Everything had been answered properly and looked over again. She glanced around the room and saw many students still working.

Looks like I got done a little early. Only time will tell if that's good or bad.

She handed her test to a teacher and walked outside into a hallway. As she strolled by the window, she took in the scenery. Trees swayed in the breeze, and it was sunny outside.

Its really pretty out here. I hope I make it i-Who is that?

She noticed a bikini-clad hero, standing near the test room. She seemed to be guarding the area, after the chaos from the day before.

So she's what that guy was breathing hard over...Ugh.

Tokiko shook her head.

I wonder what her quirk is though...Well, if she works around here, I'll find out eventually.

Tokiko went outside made her way to the entrance and stopped.

Oh yeah, mom and dad wanted to pick me up today.

Her parents were quite concerned when they saw the newscast on TV. While Tokiko was more or less fine after the practical exam, they were worried about her safety. Her parents wanted to both pick her up and drop her off from school, but she had managed to convince them into letting her walk up there.

 It's about 30 minutes before my family comes...

Tokiko sat under a nearby tree, looking out at the entrance.

You almost wouldn't believe they were attacked yesterday. It's just so warm and sunny and nice...

Tokiko's eyelids lowered, and she began to sleep.


[System]
Age: 21
Gender: Female
Personality: Defensive, cautious, thoughtful, creative, suspicious.
Appearance: Short black girl with wild hair, big hips, honey-brown eyes.
Equipment: One ratty backpack containing: a serrated hunting knife, homemade hardtack, a Nalgene, a can opener, and a cool-looking pair of tweezers she found on the ground. (you never know if you'll need 'em, right?)
Weapons: That hunting knife from earlier and a slingshot- she used to have a handgun, but it was too hard to keep the ammo stocked so she scrapped it.

[User]
It had only taken two days for Mattie's entire family to die. Interestingly enough, none of them had become infected with the virus that turned human beings into reanimated, flesh-hungry corpses. No, while they were all busy worrying about that, they had forgotten that there were other diseases that lurked in the carcass of a collapsed civilization. Even worse, her brother had fallen victim to something much less visible: despair. He'd been the first death. After spending several hours making hardtack and making weapons out of broken glass shards, she'd come up to check on him. He'd hanged himself with a sheet from the balcony of the house they were barricaded in. There wasn't even a note.

As if that hadn't rattled her enough, death decided to tear through the rest of her siblings and her adoptive mother. All of them. The background was this: She'd had several jugs of water sitting on the kitchen counter. Half had just been collected, and Mattie had put the iodine tablets in them not five minutes before. The other half were safe to drink. And she, in her utter stupidity, had neglected to label which were which. Her youngest sister, Isabella, who was nine, had woken up from a long nap and went straight for the water. No one saw her drink from the contaminated jug, but in less than an hour she had a steadily-rising fever, vomiting and diarrhea.

With no running water to dispose of all that biological waste, Mattie and her mother were unable to contain what they both were fairly sure was cholera, no matter how much bleach they depleted from what they had. They were the second ones to fall ill, and from there it spread like wildfire. Within twelve hours, everyone in that damn house was ill, and within six, Isabella had died from dehydration, followed by the rest of her siblings. Mattie didn't quite know how she survived, as she spent at least a day unable to move with a dangerously-high fever, passing in and out of vibrant fever-dreams and wild hallucinations that she was too disoriented to distinguish from reality, and of course, vomiting out more than she thought she had in her.

And then, suddenly, she felt fine, despite the entire house smelling like feces and rotting bodies. Mattie wasted no time grieving––she could do that later–– and rooted around until she found cans of gasoline. She'd doused everything, walked out and thrown a lit match over her shoulder, unsure what to do and laden with heavy jugs of clean water and a hastily-gathered pack.

Now, to the present. She had planned on strictly rationing her hardtack but it turned out she didn't really need to. She hadn't felt like eating for the three days since she'd walked out of that burning hellhole of a house. Now, disoriented with hunger and rattled with the ever-present paranoia of a living corpse coming out of nowhere and gnawing her flesh, Mattie stumbled clumsily in the direction of a Wal-Mart. She hoped there were enough supplies left in there to restock, but she certainly wasn't going to count on it.

[Assistant]
"Just close your eyes," Nicholas told her, gently running his thumbs over her eyelids. He was shaking. His voice was shaking. He had to go out there. And he was terrified.

The next difficult decision he had to make was this: did he take the rifle, low on ammo, while he scavenged and leave his sister defenseless, or did he leave the rifle, low on ammo but still loaded, with an eleven year old girl who had never fired a weapon before? Despite what might have been best, he settled on the latter. He wrapped Alissa's arms around the rifle as if it were a teddy bear, and her eyes cracked open to look at the weapon.

"I'm leaving that with you and you need to be a big girl about it, okay? If anyone, even mom, tries to attack you, aim at them and pull the trigger. You understand?"

Alissa looked up at him and nodded.

"It's gonna be loud if you have to pull the trigger. Hopefully you won't need to. I'm going to find food for us, okay? I'll be right back."

They were in a Wal-Mart. A Wal-Mart, and yet it was utterly without food of any kind. And any kind would be paradise right now. They had a single box of Saltine crackers which was getting emptier by the day, and they couldn't long survive on just crackers and water. Nicholas feared they might have to resort to cannibalism...but how sanitary would that be?

The thought causing his skin to crawl, Nicholas headed for the front entrance of the store. As soon as he stepped out, wielding his machete, he caught sight of a stumbling humanoid figure and immediately took cover, back inside of the building, behind a crane game machine. He peeked out from its edge, completely oblivious to the fact that he was visible through the transparent glass, and eyed the figure warily. It was a woman, but whether living dead or just plain living, he couldn't rightly tell immediately.

[User]
There was a flicker of movement in the corner of Mattie's eye that made her stop and stand alert. Suddenly she thought of what might be inside the Wal-Mart. What if people had gotten infected in there? What if it was crawling with the living dead? Why hadn't she considered this before? Heart pounding, she reached into her backpack, got out her slingshot, and picked a rock up off the ground. It wasn't by any means a very effective weapon, but a properly-aimed jagged rock could break open the skull and make it much easier for her to toss another stone and obliterate the brain.

But she didn't shoot the sharp-edged rock which she held at the ready. She wanted to know if this person was...a person, before she leaped to conclusions. But the figure had disappeared. It was somewhere in the Wal-Mart, near the entrance, but she couldn't see it anymore. Mattie weighed her risks. She'd been sleeping partly on rooftops, partly in wrecked bedrooms of houses she wasn't sure were infected. She was desperate for shelter, real shelter that protected from the elements and from disease.

She took a single deep breath. In and out. Stay near the entrance. Be quiet. She picked up several more rocks, her chest aching with dread. She didn't want to go in there, she wanted to run far away. But if she could find food in there, food and fresh clothes and supplies, then maybe it'd put off her death for a good while.

She approached on newly-energized feet, with a quickened pace.

In and out, she told herself. In and out. In and out. Mattie stepped foot into the Wal-Mart with the feeling that most people have when entering a Wal-Mart (impending doom), and pulled back her slingshot, scanning the entrance of the store through narrow eyes.

[Assistant]
As the woman neared the Wal-Mart further, she seemed to be wielding something - a slingshot? Nicholas could have scoffed. What damage would a slingshot do to a zombie? His grip on the machete tightened, and he held it with both hands like a baseball bat. His entire body was shaking violently out of fear, his heart pounding hard against his chest. A whimper threatened to break out of his throat.

Finally, he mustered the courage to squeak, "Stop!"

[User]
Mattie jumped violently at the sound of a voice, said "Asscheek sandwich!" and whipped her head around to look at the man. He was shaking. She was shaking. Yes, a well-aimed rock or two might concuss a living human, but it was rotting flesh that it worked best against and even then there was much less than a guarantee it'd do its job right. She looked down at the weapon. It looked like a machete. She was practically at his mercy, even if she managed to get out her hunting knife.

"I just need some supplies," she said, trying to keep her voice firm. "I'll be out before you know it." She knew very well that even most living humans had lost the ability to reason when society collapsed.

[Assistant]
Nicholas had revealed himself, stepping out from behind the crane game machine. It felt like his heart was in his throat and ready to be vomited out at any moment. His cursed limbs were shaking like leaves so that he could only imagine what his voice was going to sound like when he finally mustered the audacity to speak again. Still, he tightly held the machete like a bat. In reality, the slingshot wouldn't do him much harm whereas he could get a few good slices in with his weapon, no matter how dull it was.

"I just need some supplies," said the woman.

Solemnly, Nicholas shook his head. "D-Don't we all?" he said, rather upset at the fact that his supposed to be witty comment came out as a stuttered mumbling. "There's- There's nothing here," he continued. "That's why I w-was leaving. I have to, uh, I have to, uh," he shook his head again, frustrated. He spoke slower, "I have to find my own supplies."

[User]
Mattie swallowed. Shit. She was exhausted. Depressed. Just wanted to lay down and–– a vision of the last time she saw her brother flashed through her head. No. She wanted to live, god damn it. This guy seemed worn out too. From how much he was shaking in both his voice and his physicality, he was either too scared to be any good at defending himself, or too malnourished. Or both. Perhaps they'd be more effective at finding useful things if they joined forces.

Trusting the wrong person could be her last mistake, however.

Her voice came out as measured and taut as she felt. "Then perhaps I can join you."

[Assistant]
"Join me?"

These words confused Nicholas simply because of the fact that the only other human he'd come in contact with had tried to kill him over half a loaf of bread. His whole demeanor transitioned from anxiously alert to depressingly exhausted. There was nothing other than his own life that he had to lose in letting this woman join him in his - their - fight for survival. His mother would not see the end of the week, and his sister didn't have much longer either. Of that, he was sure.

"Sure," he finally said, "but again, there's nothing here. We have to go somewhere else."

[User]
She nodded curtly and let out a breath of tentative relief. For now, it seemed like they were set to cooperate, and though she would certainly have to keep an eye on him until more trust developed between them. If it did. Mattie had her doubts that anyone outside of her family would earn such trust, and, well, that meant the whole world.

"Deal. We split what we find evenly, got it?" She hoped that would be advantageous enough for him to settle on it, but she had little hope and zero faith. Why should she? "Fuck me over and that little sword of yours is going straight up your ass," she warned. And then she got moving, exiting the Wal-Mart swiftly in a way that left no room for argument. She made a note to get the knife out of her backpack and have it somewhere she could quickly arm herself with it, just in case he became a threat.

But somehow she had a seed of doubt that he would. He looked weirdly familiar, which was nonsense. He was a complete stranger.

[Assistant]
"That's no way to talk to someone who just agreed to become an ally," Nicholas growled, though his adrenaline was pumping harder upon voicing the mild threat. Who was she to talk to him like that? Still, he felt the need to shake it off and let it go. It would be no use making living enemies - there were enough undead ones to handle.

"There's a hardware store and a convenience store side-by-side about five miles from here," he said. "Which, as you can tell, is almost the middle of nowhere. I- are you from around here? Oh, God, how rude of me. I'm Nicholas, but everyone calls me Nick."

It was a spontaneous question, but Nicholas couldn't shake the feeling that he'd met this person before. His eyes squinted in confusion as he stared at her just a little too long before he shook his head and looked away. There was no way he'd ever met her before in his life, yet he felt almost emotionally connected with her. As if they'd been through a lot together.

How stupid.


[System]
Picture:
Age: 103

Gender: Male

Appearance: Brazmere is wide as he is tall 3 feet to be precise, broad shoulders from carrying barrels and sure feet to hold him steady whilst doing so. His hair although lacking on his head is white but his beard a mucky grey tone thanks to the tanning from various liquids soaked into it. The facial hair itself is loosely braided but mainly held in place by several tarnished brass rings. His normal attire is a green short sleeved tunic covered by a well worn leather apron. Within the apron a small hammer and assorted tappers

Skills and Flaws:
Strong - From the collection of hops to brewing and moving the barrels to the bar Brazmere along with his kinsmen they aren't weak and they enjoy to be tested, weight lifting, the stone carry all solidifying them as one of the stronger clans in Thrillem.
Iron Guts - Brewing is a fine art but unfortunately there is an off chance something goes wrong. Out of date ingredients, a faulty keg which has lead to Brazmere being able to stomach all manner of foreign things.
Brawler - Some people just cant hold there weight and when it kicks off in the tavern Brazmere is often asked to step in and cool things down, lucky for him with shovels for hands its not hard to knock or throw out the unfortunate sod who decided to start it.

Greed - Currency is fast moving within the tavern be it for a beer, gambling or odds on the first knock out for Brazmere and the tavern the house always wins.
Inebriated - Brazmere is not always sound of mind, there's always a thirst for the next round
Goading - Brazmere enjoys to push folks buttons to cause a reaction, good or bad

Background: In the early days of Thrillem the Granitebrews were labourers and hard workers. Many other clans possessed the skills to build craft and construct and they would provide the materials. As the halls became grander and trade started they set up a tavern on the mid level called 'The Open Door' as the name suggested available to all. Brazmere is one of 5. He has learnt from his family what it is to be a brewer from start to finish. As a young lad he was behind the scenes aiding in the brewing and cargo to the tavern. Over time becoming a local bar keep and friend to every man (with coin). Braz which he is known for short is a fairly relaxed yet sarcastic dwarf taking most things in his stride however he does enjoy to poke and prod certain locals for his own amusement. He can be assertive when needed especially when a brawl gets out of hand and can handle himself whilst in one too! As traditions go the Granite Bowl held each year testing your physical strength and fortitude is a favourite and for Brazmere comes his competitive streak, last year just beating his cousin in the last round; the boulder toss to bring the trophy back home. This year however he has been inducted into this 'adventure' although nervous he is eager to write another chapter for his families linage.

[User]
On the Eve of Adventure

The mines of Thrillem tremble with the voices of a thousand dwarves...

HEIGH! HO! HEIGH! HO!

HEEEIGH! HOOO! HEEEIGH! HOOO! HEEE-

-igh! Du-ba-du-ba-dum,
Ho! Du-ba-du-ba-dum
Heigh! Du-ba-dum
Ho! Du-ba-dum
Heigh! Du-ba-du-ba-Ho!

This is the night, brethren, the eve of adventure!
Heigh! Of adventure! Ho! This is the night! The eve of adventure!

Heigh! Du-ba-du-ba-dum, Ho! Du-ba-du-ba-dum
Heigh! Du-ba-Ho! Du-ba-Heigh! Du-ba-du-ba-Ho!

Forward you go, brethren, to claim stolen treasure!
Heigh! Stolen treasure! Ho! Forward you go! To claim stolen treasure!

Aye, you feel it in your Bone,
Pride, and longing, for your Home,
Strength and honor, kin of Stone!

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The night is young, but you can barely stand. There's a feast in Thrillem tonight and the dwarves mean business. Not just any feast, no. Your feast. You're being celebrated as heroes for undertaking the Great Quest. You're going to the surface, to travel untold miles through uncharted lands, to slay a dragon and steal its hoard. A dragon. And you're going to slay it. You've already said it what feels like a hundred times, and heard others say it more than a thousand, but that somehow still can't seem dispel that gnawing in your gut. The one that's there to remind you that Hey, guess what! The dragon ain't dead yet! And tonight might be The Night, but tomorrow is certainly The Day. The day when it begins for real, this adventure of yours...

But leave the worrying for the greybeards! You're still young, and tonight is for you! There's a feast going on, and what a feast it is! Delicious delicacies and beverages by the barrel from all across the land, booming drums and roaring brass, thousands upon thousands of torches and candles and all eyes and all smiles upon you, no expense is spared.

You're sitting with the rest of your comrades at the table of honor in the middle of the great hall. You're surrounded on all sides by throngs of your brethren, sitting at tables of their own. On the dais at the head of the hall sits the greybeards, the elders of each clan, looking down on their people with watchful eyes. They're counting on you, and you mean to honor that trust. Your thoughts are suddenly interrupted as Beorthric barges into the table with two fists full of pints. "Refreshments!" he bellows as he smashes them down on the top, and proceeds to lean in towards you with a funny frown on his face. "And good thing, too" he says, nodding over to a neighboring table "'cause them Orebreakers over yonder was bad-mouthing the lot of us, saying they'd stomp us no sweat in arm wrestling, and I figured we'd need a drop 'o strength seeing as we're going to take 'em up on that challenge! Who's with me?"

[Assistant]
Kragg Stonefist

Kragg was on his third full plate of mushrooms, wedges of cheese, and slabs roasted meats when his comrade Beorthric arrived at the table with a whole bunch of pints of booze onto the table. "Beorthric! Just in time, I was feeling a tad bit sober from eating all this food!" He welcomed the beer toting dwarf warmly as he, just as warmly, cradled a pint and downed it in three mighty gulps. "Ahh...so much better." Kragg said before taking his attention back to his meal and devouring it with renewed gusto. Even at the third full plate, his gut still had room for a half dozen pints and two more plates of food. But what caused pause in the bottomless pit of a dwarf's meal was that the notification that the table of Orebreakers were slandering them. "Them's fighting words from beardlings that can barely carry their own weight in gold. Ancestors, frown upon me if I let this stand. Beorthric, You have my help in this matter." With that, Kragg stands up from his seat on the table and prepares to show the table of Orebreaker dwarves why he was known as the Bull of Clan Stonefist.


[System]
Chris Buckwood

"Tails, I win. Heads, you lose."

Character basics
Nicknames/alias: Buck
Age:39
Place of birth & ethnicity: Watkinsville, Georgia. White.
Gender: M
Occupation: Gambler, "merchant", conman.
Character appearance & personality

Appearance: Buck sticks out in a crowd, thats for sure. His skin has somehow stayed relatively pale. His build is tall, thin, and gangly. His arms and legs are long and he walks as if he is always about to topple over, even if he is quite coordinated.

His head is shaved bald, and his light blonde hair makes his eyebrows hard to see. He had a beard that starts at the top of his ears and covers his jaw and chin, sticking off and outwards, looking like the bottom of a broom. Is's light color makes it hard to see under certain lighting conditions. His face is his most prominent feature, with deep set, dark green eyes that are almost always overshadowed. His skin is pulled tight over his face, as if there wasn't enough to go around and he had to make do. His cheek bones and jaw are highly pronounced, making it almost cringe-worthy when he swivels and adjusts his jaw. It's almost skull-like, all of this results in a tight-lipped, hungry looking smile.

Clothing: A dark red suit made of cloth with white undershirt, as well as dark red pants and leather boots. Atop his shiny bald dome is a black bowler hat.

Personal style: Anything that looks classy.
Personality: Despite his ghastly appearance, Chris managed to make it work in his favor, his ugliness somehow making him appear more genuine. After all, with a face like that, what could he have to hide? Lots, actually. Buck has a passion for "earning" money. Easy marks, manipulation, and the rare fair deal are what composes his income. He's friendly enough, but it's almost always a front. He's arrogant and clever, with a dark, sometimes mocking, sense of humor.

Habits: There's a silver coin that he deftly flips through his fingers.

Skills and items

Regular life skills: Buck is a conman, through and through. He gets people to trust him just enough to take their money, then he's gone the next morning. His silver tongue is a big part of how he's managed to do what he does for so long. He's also somewhat of a botanist, just as a little hobby.
Combat skills: He's unusually flexible and speedy. Other than that, he's a cruddy shot, but he's good with a kinfe.
Items on your person: Fifty dollars, scattered about his person. He also has a gold-plated pocket watch, a deck of expensive looking playing cards and a boring looking Cattleman revolver. He also has several daggers hidden throughout his apparel, ready to pull out and stab anyone who gets grabby.
Additional stuff: A surprisingly well crafted fold-out cards table, some changes of clothing, extra cards, snake-oil products, and some extra small knives.

History
What brings you to Haylliesburg: These small town shmucks should be some easy marks. He's just passing through, looking to make some extra cash before moving onto a bigger city.

Your life before coming to Haylliesburg: He's lived the life of a nomad, hopping from settlement to settlement scamming hard-working folk of their money along the way with rigged gambling games and snake-oil products. It's not like he doesn't enjoy playing a fair and square poker game, it's just that he likes money more. This all started when he was younger, when his honest merchant father and mother got conned out of a living. After his parent's General Store closed, his father went into the mines and came back physically disabled, and his mother couldn't exactly find work, so it was up to Chris to try and make the family's money as a rare single child.

He was no good at hard labor, and he never had high education, so it seemed like he couldn't find a way of making money. That was until he realized he had a silver tongue and a sleight of hand. At first, he went into the saloons and attempted to get really good at games like Texas Hold 'Em Poker, Blackjack, and Liar's Dice. He got so good he could read people like a book, and while most players attempt to hide all emotions when they play poker, Chris spouts bullshit the whole game. After a few hands he could read his opponents like a book.

Even still, he wasn't making enough cash, so he decided to rig the odds in his favor. Slipping weighted die into cups, needed cards into hands, and sometimes even more creative ways of cheating (or positive outcome security, as Buck sometimes calls it) had him begin raking in the cash.

Soon, it was no longer just about taking care of his aging parents, but about the sport of it all. He loved it. Then he thought he should throw in just a little more variety into his income, and began selling "snake-oil" products. Miracle substances and cures that can apparently solve all of live's problems in a single use. It was tough work at first, but he got the hang of it and began peddling useless goods to common folk who didn't know any better.

First, it was things like "Buckwood's Miracle Cure; Polio be-gone!" but that didn't work because they would go and try it out on a sick individual and find out his fraud right away. Then, it was things like Miracle Bait or Insta-Grow, things that hunters and farmers would have to go out into the fields and try out before they discovered they'd been had, and by then Buckwood would be out of town.

His parents eventually passed away, but Buckwood had found his calling.
Eventually, he ran into some people who were more perceptive than the others, and even worse, people who were perceptive AND angry. That's why he carries around several hidden knives in various useful places on his person. His sleight of hand can have it so a person can be on the floor with a knife in their leg before they even realize Buckwood's got out of his chair.

And so, for the last decade, he's been wandering the developing west, pulling scams and cheating people out of their hard-earned money. Even if he get's shot, he'll die doing what he loves.

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[User]
When revolvers ruled the West

"You see, in this world there's two kinds of people, my friend;
those with loaded guns, and those who dig.
You dig."
- The man with no name

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The Old West
1881

Ever since the first Europeans set fot on American soil, they've always set their gaze across the land - somewhere far beyond that horizon - wondering what was awaiting them there. Many tried, and failed to venture West in search of so many things; gold, land, lost cities or the long awaitening of Christ Himself. Once they traversed that treacherous land of Indians, desert and wildlife, the white man came to stay.

First the Spanish came, exploring the land and setting up catholic missions. Then came the settlers, though few in numbers. Then finally came the Americans, their goal "Manifest Destiny"; America's right to rule from coast to coast, across the entire continent. And offically that barren land between the West Coast and what could be call civilization was under US law. But who was really in charge, in all those isolated towns and hamlets?

This was the Wild West, the Old West, the Frontier, whatever you would like to call it. Whatever you prefered, one thing never changed; this was "When Revolvers ruled the West".

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Haylliesburg
9th Feburary, 1881

The sun rises, casting long yet welcoming shadows from the houses lining Main Street. The overheating sun that would soon high tall up in the sky, overlooking the whole of Haylliesburg and more, was for a moment forgotten about as the townsfolk began their day's work in a somewhat comfortable temperature. Now that's to say there were still a few things to complain about, like for example all the dust dirtening the women's skirts and dresses, or the stealing of cattle that had just began to haunt the normally innocent railroad town.

The biggest complaint however was well-deserved though; the lack of a sheriff in town.

It had not been a week since the last sheriff sadly passed away; Mark Goldberg was his name, a fine gentleman indeed, and a crack of a shot they said. Now you couldn't say he was exactly tough on crime, but few complained of his methods, so things were pretty quiet. Then the Stranger came into town. He, whoever he was - he left no name - quietly rode into town on a morning much like this one, and simply walked into the Sheriff's office without as much as a "Good morning" to the ladies watching him from the saloon. Apparently he walked into his office, produced wanted-poster of the Sheriff, shooting him in cold blood and leaving him with the wanted-posted nailed to his head with a knife.

Of course people were scared of such events, but so far things had gone quiet enough for the calm peoples of Haylliesburg; if you excluded the dust and the cattle-theft of course, and all those small lies that lurked beneath the surface. It was nothing special for this town, all towns across America were the same. But our story doesn't start anywhere, it starts here in Haylliesburg on a quiet February morning, with several unknown figures riding - or walking - into town. Some might even arrive with the morning train, a quite new addition to the growing town.

All that is certain is that those newcomers are in for one hell of a ride, especially if they find one of those wanted-posters hanging around or find themselves at the wrong end of a poker game. But hey, that's just a normal day in the Wild West.

[Assistant]
A February morning had never felt so warm on the skin of Albert White. At first he had thought it was the stale coach air being oppressive and feeling warmer in his claustrophobic throat than it actually was. How strange it was, to be so uneasy in the coach, longing for fresh air and sweating, while having no issues with packed sleeping quarters of ships which had the potential to turn into hellholes more accursed than the dirtiest of diphtheria pest houses. But it turned out he was right: it was warm. Unnaturally warm, he thought alighting in the wide dirty thoroughfare.

It was no New England, that was sure. The winter sun never burned so warm up there in the north, not even in zenith. Here in Arizona it felt more like a pleasant spring. Courtesans seemed to agree, standing on the balcony of some joint, having a smoke and most certainly sipping laudanum as well, or some other substance in those bottles they held. He put the hat on and took the satchel from the coachman holding it for him allowing him to find the rest of his belongings: a long slender thing wrapped in cloth and a bag. He gave the man a coin and tipped the leaf of the hat in thanks as the coach left with neighing of horses.

He saw a fat man sleeping in a wheelbarrow across the thoroughfare in front of a telegraph company headquarters, his head bloodied and muddied. A smaller fellow, a child or the like, walked to him and took from his person a shillelagh and ran off. God damned thief. Lawlessness the first thing I see, even at cock's hour. This is a shithole. He spat. Better move the hell on.

The hotel doors were closed -- a note written in a halfwit's hand nailed to them, informing visitors they wouldn't be opening before noon that day -- but one of the saloons -- the one on the balcony of which prostitutes were hanging around -- wasn't. He walked in, the only person besides a bartender, a younger, slow in the head looking fellow, and another employee leaning plump and shirtless on the bar next to him, eating a piece of canned peach impaled on his knife. Hastily looking around, he caught a glimpse of a monte games table and above it a big hanging sign saying NO PRIESTS: IF YOU PRAY, YOU PAY. They ceased their chatting as he approached.

"Whiskey, please. And coffee." He put money on the bar, enough money for two rounds of whiskey, looking first at them and then on the well-made quena flute framed in glass among the bottles in front of him, somehow knowing it was made of Christian bone.


[System]
Appearance:
Ryker stands at about 5'10" with Brown hair and Amber eyes. His body is athletic and muscular, as he must be to do his job. He has a few scars that could be seen on his arms and face, but many more on his body and back. The way he carries himself it's clear he was a soldier.

Gender:Male

Age: 28

Occupation: Detective

Plant Essence: Peppermint

Superpower: Ryker has the ability to cool anything he touches, and can make it so cold it can freeze as if he dipped the object in liquid Nitrogen. He currently can't control his ability, which really comes from his fingertips. So he wears gloves to block it so he doesn't accidentally freeze someone.

The air around him always seems a few degrees cooler, and his skin is cold to the touch as if he was standing out in a blizzard for too long, this causes his skin to be a bit numb...and because of this he has a higher tolerance to pain. This is also bad, because while he may brush it off as a small thing, or not even realize how bad it is... until he suddenly gets woozy from blood loss. His breath is cold as well, and sometimes you can see a puff of his breath if he was standing in a freezer even if it's 100 degrees out.

With practice he would be able to control it without worrying about gloves, how cold it gets, and how far it can expand. As of now, it's about a three foot radius from the point he touches that can freeze. It's also nice touch he smells like peppermint every time he uses it.

Personality: Ryker is a very intelligent and observant person. Who is quick to pick up something with what seems like little effort. However despite his natural athleticism and smarts he believes in working hard for what you want. There are many hours of training and learning when people are not watching.

He is kind, and respectful, with the habit to address everyone as Sir and Ma'am. He is quick to make friends, and is always willing to help complete strangers. As if they were close friends. He has a mischievous side to him as well, often joking around even while working. He also is known to always have gum on him, specifically peppermint. In his pockets, car, desk, home. While really odd, it became a joke for everyone that knew him. He claims it's just something he picked up while in the military to deal with stress.

While fighting though, he seems like a completely different person.

History: Ryker grew up in a Military/police home. So it's clear where he got his strong sense of morals from. However he wasn't always like that. He was a little cheeky rambunctious kid who always got into trouble all the way through his teens. But he got his act together just before joining the military.

He excelled while there, making three close friends that became his brothers after a small conflict turned bad for them. The short story, which is all he would say always if asked. They were captured and tortured, for a few weeks before managing to escape. No matter how many times, he won't go into details.

After the military the four stayed in touch, he became uncles to their children, despite not being related by blood. He also joined the police force and became a K-9 officer. Where he and his partner Sascha, did really well for five years, somehow managing to be a part of some big busts during that time. One of them, almost killing his Partner. While she managed to live, she was retired from the force and he decided to become a detective after that, not wanting another dog.

A few months later, he found out one of his brothers was killed in a car wreck, along with his wife. Their 10 year daughter, Everly was also in the wreck, but managed to live. He took a few months off to take care of his brother's funeral and arrangements, he also took custody of Everly, as he was named the GodFather in their wills.

About three months ago, when he came back to work, his fellow officers pranked him by filling his desk with hundreds of packets of gum, as well as placing a large Peppermint plant in a pot on his desk. After all the joking was done, he decided to keep it in his office. It was after that he started to have strange dreams of peppermint plants freezing over by themselves. Over the next week he Catch himself looking at Peppermint plant for no reason at all thinking about the dream. That it would just stick with him. He felt a sudden surge of cold surrounding his chest. Then slowly spread throughout him. He didn't think much of it, as he got up and left, he didn't see his chair's arms were cracked and frozen.

Miscellaneous:
-always has a pack of gum, but not always chewing gum.
-Sascha usually follows him around everywhere.

[User]
Alonzo rolled up the sleeves of his hoodie, tattoos exposed, and pushed his glasses further up his nose before taking the guy's arm gently in his hand. He felt the fluttering of nerves in his stomach but took a deep breath to try and calm them as much as he could.

He had an actual use now, no chance to mess this one up.

His eyebrows furrowed with concentration, fingers of his other hand flexing as they tingled. "Sure did a number on this but it could be worse. No one's at fault though, just wrong place, wrong time. Nothing for anyone to kick themselves over." As he spoke, the burn started to slowly fade. The burn was large enough to leave a faint scar, and he hadn't got a proper handle on this new power enough to make it disappear completely, but it would fade quicker than usual and was definitely better than if it had been untreated. "S'alright though, look? Gone... more or less." He gave him another brief smile and stepped away, flexing the tingling from his fingers; the newer scent of lavender far overpowering the lemon from before.

"She's cute, what's her name? Alonzo asked curiously, eyeing up the cause of the whole fiasco. "And yours, actually?" He added quickly, cursing his lack of manners.

His grandmother would have his head if she could hear him.

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Something went wrong. Terribly wrong. One moment Dani was watching lightning dance, the next second somebody got struck. A line of dandelions lit up like Christmas lights before promptly disintegrating as Dani shrieked and fell to her knees and crumpled to the ground in pain.

The would around her faded out, and Dani became somebody else--a young man in a mysterious room that smelled of burning flesh. Her new body was beaten and bruised, and felt like it had been for days. But even worse than they pain was the tortured screams of seemingly familiar voices. A vague pressed a live wire to her arm, sending a second surge of pain through her body...

Danielle awoke screaming and disoriented. Who was she? Where was she? She groped at her arms and face. "Dani? Dani?" somebody asked, hovering over her with breath that reeked of alcohol. Her mother, Dani realized. She was herself again, and the pain was gone "Are you okay, Dani?" William asked with big eyes. "You scared me! Don't do that again, Dani!" Destiny chastised with a wrinkled forehead and pouty lips. "Just get up already!" Abagail muttered.

With her mother's help, Danielle sat up slowly. William handed her a bottle of water and she took it gratefully. After a few gulps she put the cap back on. Her mother pat her back. "There, there. Take it easy. We think you might have had heat stroke. You were hallucinating. Let's get you out of the sun," she soothed, rubbing her daughter's back. Danielle felt like throwing up.

"Oh-okay..." Dani answered weakly. She took her mother's hand and shakily returned to her feet. Her mom put her arm around her daughter's shoulders and began leading her toward their cabin. As they continued past the group she was watching previously, the girl settled on a man in his late twenties with a well-behaved working dog between his legs. She looked at the man's arms and face and found scars, many of them deep. With all these details, and her gut feelings, somehow she just knew he was the one the vision had came from.

What happened to you? Dani asked the universe with tears running down her cheeks. He looked like such a good guy, and he didn't deserve whatever happened to him. The girl sniffled, wiped her tears away and continued into cabin '2'.

Unbeknownst to her, the universe listens, and a nearby dandelion seed carried her question heavily to the man known as Ryker Burke.

[User]
June 19, 2021

Cypress View Retreat

Alonzo blushed, and escaped Conner's grip, and introduced. Conner smirked. That was not a rejection? Did he actually have a chance with this guy? Who knows. There was still plenty of weekend left. Alonzo threw his bag in his direction ran over to the other guy's side. Conner couldn't exactly blame him... He was handsome and had a cute dog to boot.

Alonzo rolled up his sleeves, exposing the tattoos on his arms, which Conner did not expect. This guy seemed like the shy quiet type, and not really the type to have a whole sleeve tattoos. Then he worked his magic, and healed the guy's arm. Conner picked up Alonzo's bag, and strode over to him. "Nice! But dude, we have got to talk about this awesome ink!" He took Alonzo's right arm with a tattoo of the sea, with a Kraken beneath the waves. "Who did it?"

[Assistant]
@GreysonEA @Bai Suzhen @LostButterfly92

The man's reaction was worse than Mara had feared. Instead of yelping or recoiling, he spaced out for a few seconds. Mara's stomach clenched as she noticed the trembling of his left hand, the traces of scars on his arms and face. Had she just triggered a bad memory? As if the whole situation wasn't already shitty enough, in the distance, a scream rose up. She stared over at the teen hunched on the ground, people gathering around her. Great, she'd all too likely set off someone's phobia of lightning.

It was only when a dog pushed between the guy's legs, poised to guard him, that he snapped back into the present.

Although he tried to reassure her it was ok, Mara bit her lip. Used to it? So she had gone and reminded him of something unpleasant. Judging by his reaction, he wasn't used to shocks in the same way that electricians and engineers were. "It wasn't your fault," she replied. If only she'd damn well pulled herself together, this wouldn't have happened. "Not like you could've known."

Before he could answer, the woman with flowers in her hair approached, with an odd request. Mara raised an eyebrow. Give her a zap? While both damp and on edge? Yeeeeah, what could possibly go wrong? Even if this girl had an essence that could lessen the effect, it would still be a risky move. "Ehh, I'm going to guess you want to keep your fingers in working order." She folded her arms. "So I'll pass. What was it you wanted to check though?" As much as she needed the money, to help cover the cost of repairs to her parents' home, it wouldn't be worth it, at least not until she dried off and calmed down. She glanced at the wounded man again, proof of why it wouldn't.

The tattooed blond had stepped in, the wound fading at his touch. Not completely, but enough that it wouldn't get infected or leave major scarring. Mara gave a sigh of relief. Ok, lucky there was a healer around. His essence was obvious - the distinctive scent of lavender overrode the smoke and lemon smells.

Of course, that still left the issue of the guy's mental state, as the concern in the approaching teen's eyes made clear. The same girl who'd panicked just now. The burn may have been healed, but that didn't change the fact that electricity freaked out at least two people here.


[System]
Gender: Female
Pokémon: Kirlia
Ability: Telepathy

Moveset:
Psychic
Heal Pulse
Magical Leaf
Draining Kiss

Backstory: To be revealed as the RP progresses.

[User]
Lilisette the Kirlia[Folio Town - Town Square]

Lord@Shiny Keldeo
The Kirlia had been enthralled with the performance, and didn't even notice the spectacle beside her, that was until Ember started shouting; fire pouring forth from her maw. With wide eyes, Lilisette tore her gaze from Troupe Relm, to start shouting at Ember for interrupting the performance. Or she would have, until it hit her a few moments later.

"Who are you!? Give that back! That's not yours!" About to make an attack of her own, the Kirlia was stopped in her tracks when a bright light obscured her vision.
"Ack!" Once her vision cleared, Lilisette bounded over the bench, "What are you guys waiting for!? Ember's dad gave that to her! We can't just let him have it!"

[Assistant]
Selena the Bayleaf and Ember the Quilava[Folio Town - Town Square]

@Light Lord
Her foe quickly dodged her Ember Attack, and suddenly in a flash of light Ember collapsed to the ground in pain as the assailant ran off with her bag. She was winded, and boy did that blow hurt. She curled up, Selena running over to her side. "Ember!" She said, looking over her friend. "Ugh, I'll be... okay, just give me... a minute." She said, slowly getting her breath back and recovering from the blow.

Selena looked over to Devon and Lilisette. "You two... go on ahead, catch that guy... I'll stay back here with Ember, we'll catch up with you. Hurry, before that crook gets away!" She said, giving Devon and Lilisette a look that she'd never given anyone before, one filled with will and determination.

[User]
Devon the Totodile[Folio Town - Town Sqaure]

@Shiny Keldeo
Devon was just about to run off after the thieving weasel, but only got a few steps away before Selena cried out for Ember. Whipping back around to look at the pained Quilava. Reaching a claw out, worry washed over his face. "Are you sure? How hard did he hit you...?"

Selena brought the Totodile back to reality, and reminded him that he had a thief to chase. Face scrunching up into a serious visage, the human-turned-Pokémon gave a thumb up at the Bayleef and turned to Lilisette with a grin. "No problem. Let's go take down that thief Lilisette!"

With that said, the two blue mon took off down the street after the Weavile at full tilt as a few more civilians gathered around the injured Ember and determined Bayleef.

Raiden the Feraligatr[Folio Town - Town Sqaure]

Raiden watched the scene unfold from a distance. The towering mon able to see over top of the crowds and catch most of the exchange between Devon`s team and the thief. His sharp eyes darted to the rapidly fleeing Sharp Claw Pokémon and he let out a grunt. Alright guys.....He took something important to you.....What are you gonna do about it? Then he caught sight of Devon and Lilisette sprinting off in chase of the Weavile. A small smirk spread over the Feraligatr's large maw. Seen that one coming....

Head turning to look to the left of the building he was leaning against, the Water giant whispered. "Zeke, you're on spy duty again. Go follow that Kirlia and the Totodile. I want to see where this goes."

"#&!"

A small, bug eyed creature floated out from behind the blue roof and did a little spin. It's two stubby arms jutting out from it's flat round body wiggling a bit. Winking at the Big Jaw Pokémon, the creature darted high up into the leaves above Folio's streets in pursuit of the two kids.

[Assistant]
Lilisette the Kirlia[Folio Town - Town Square]

Lord@Shiny Keldeo
Knowing how important such a keepsake was, Lilisette hadn't even considered that the thief may have injured Ember. All that mattered was retrieving the young Quilava's cherished memento. Taking a brief moment to look back, she noticed that Devon was lagging behind. "Hurry up Slowpoke! We can't just let that jerkface steal Ember's bag!"

Blinking around to dodge the rather thick crowd, the Kirlia furrowed her brows as it seemed that she was hardly making any progress. Is this thief a Rapidash? How am I supposed to catch up to him!?

Looking back to her partner she called out, "Can you hit him with your puke-water!? Or is that too far?"

Rhys the Chimecho, Robel the Heliolisk, and Zihark the Mienshao[Folio Town - Rhys' Clinic]

Lord
From within the building, the Chimecho called out, "Coming! ... Coming..." Some noises could be heard in the background, some clanging before the cleric appeared at the door. "Glyph! It's a pleasure. I take it you were here for Robel? He seems to be feeling much better, actually. His friend came by to see him, so that's rather nice I think."

With a warm smile, Rhys guided Glyph into one of the back-most private rooms. Once inside, a taller Mienshao stood over the wounded Heliolisk (though everyone in the room would be dwarfed by the Guild Leader). Sitting up, the Heliolisk looked over Glyph for a few moments, a strange expression upon his visage. Averting his gaze, he finally spoke up, "...it would seem I made you worry. Apologies."

Chiming over, Rhys looked over his patient. "He's actually quite free to leave the clinic now, if you wish for him to return to the Guild. I only ask that you force him to rest for a few days before allowing him on his next mission."

The Mienshao would remain quiet, though he'd give a welcoming nod to the Flygon.

[User]
Devon the Totodile and Nameless Thief Weavile[Folio Town - Town Square→Residential District]

@Shiny Keldeo
Sprinting as fast as his stubby legs could take him, Devon called ahead as he dodged the many much taller Pokémon in the crowd. "Not everyone has stilts for legs and can short range teleport ya know! I'm going as fast as I can!"

Lilisette gave a suggestion. Weather he could take advantage of it was a different issue. "I don't got a shot!" Ducking under someone's extremely fluffy tail, the Totodile finally broke free of the crowd as the duo trailed the thief into the Residential District. With a clear shot of the fleeing Weavile, he grinned and drifted his direction to line himself up with the weasel's back. Now I do.

Drawing in a breath and reeling his head back, [DEVON used WATER GUN!] Throwing it forwards to release a powerful stream of clear water towards the Weavile.

Looking over his shoulder at his unwanted guests, the Weavile rolled his eyes. "Aw, cute. The little Water-type did a Water Gun! Don't you feel special? Pfft. Try this one kid." Spinning around to run backwards and opening his maw to display a frosty white orb, [NAMELESS THIEF used ICE BEAM!] A blue and white icy beam blasted out of the cat's mouth and straight towards Devon's Water Gun. The two attacks intercepted, causing Devon's stream to freeze solid in a matter of seconds before uselessly falling to the ground and shattering.

The failure of his move caused Devon to grumble as he hopped and danced around to avoid the ice chunks in his path. "Well crap." Still running after the thief and somewhat gaining up as the icy mon's Quick Seed had worn off, Devon turned his attention back to Lilisette. Face twisting in alarm. "Lilisette! Watch out!"

[NAMELESS THIEF used ICE BEAM!] Once again as the beam headed this time for the Kirlia's feet. Intent to get at least one of the annoying children off his ass.

Glyph the Flygon[Folio Town - Rhys' Clinic]

Taking his cap off and holding it under his shoulder, the Guildmaster followed the Chimecho inside and tilted his head. "It is indeed. Though I wonder who?"

His question was soon answered in the form of a Mienshao, which only served to give Glyph more questions. But still, he gave a polite bow. I don't believe I've ever seen them before...Though they are apparently Robel's friend?

Walking slowly over to the injured reptile, the Flygon chuckled and put a claw on Robel's shoulder while giving him a warm smile. "You have, and once again your hasty actions led you astray. That said, it does not change the fact that I am happy to see you are alright Robel."

Panning his head to look over Rhys, Glyph nodded. "Of course. He will be off duty for at least a week. Thank you so much Rhys, truly."

Turning back to the Heliolisk on the table, the Dragon smiled. "Now, let's get you home you foolish Heliolisk. I know you wouldn't want to miss tonight's dinner. Are you able to walk by yourself?"

[Assistant]
Lilisette the Kirlia[Folio Town - Town Square]

Lord@Shiny Keldeo
As the Ice Beam headed for Devon, the Kirlia cried out, "Look out!" Thankfully, it seemed it only neutralized his attack, causing the Totodile no damage. Feeling confident once again, she rushed off as fast as her legs could carry her towards the Weavile. Seeing the thief ready another attack, Lilisette momentarily panicked. Ack! What can I do!?

A few seconds too late, the Kirlia blinked forward. Once she re-materialized, she fell flat on her face, the bottom of her legs being bound together. "You can't be serious! Where's Ember when you need her." Crying out as loudly as she could, she screamed for her companion, "EMBER! I REALLY NEED YOUR HELP."

[User]
Selena the Bayleef and Ember the Quilava[Folio Town - Town Square]

@Light Lord
Selena watched over her friend as she laid there, getting her breath back. The fire type's ears suddenly perked up when they picked up a scream from farther down the path.

"EMBER! I REALLY NEED YOUR HELP."

Her eyes opened in an instant, and she pushed herself to her feet. "Did you... hear that? That... that was Lilisette!" She said, looking over to Selena. "You sure you can go?" She asked with a spot of worry on her face. Ember nodded. "Yeah, I'm fine... catch up, I'm gonna take off down there." She said, getting into a sprinting pose. She then took off down the street using [QUICK ATTACK], finally catching up to where the blue Kirlia was frozen to the ground.

"Hang on, I'll get you loose!" She said. [Ember used EMBER!] The hot embers quickly melted through the ice holding her down. "Sorry that took so long, now let's go get this guy!" She said, looking back and seeing Selena catching up quite quickly. "Which... which way... did he go?" Asked Selena, panting a bit and catching her breath.

[Assistant]
Rhys the Chimecho, Robel the Heliolisk, and Zihark the Mienshao[Folio Town - Rhys' Clinic]

Lord
At Glyph's words, the Heliolisk immediately averted his gaze, merely giving a small grunt in acknowledgement. Picking himself from the bed, he let out a grumble, "...I'll be fine to walk myself." Limping, Robel made his way out of the clinic.

Rhys gave a small wave with his tiny arms, chiming happily at Glyph's reassurance. "I'm glad to hear it. Please do keep an eye on him, though!"

Closing his eyes, Robel let out a sigh, "...I appreciate you came to see me, however. Before I retire, there is something important I must tell you." Glancing over at the Mienshao, for a brief moment, he paused before speaking once more, "...I believe I told you the purpose of my mission before I departed. I... discovered our town's sacred protector. Or rather, his remains. There is something dangerous down beneath the roots..."

With a small nod, the previously silent Mienshao spoke up, "...I too saw the remains with my own eyes. Something strong must have taken him down. If I were to guess, it was something not native to Folio."


[System]
Apparent Age: 25

"IS": Human

Features: Female, 5'9", brown eyes, cropped brown hair, light brown skin.

Role: Porter

Description: Ruby takes pride in her work as a Porter, and dresses in a smart, professional uniform, with her hair neatly cropped, nails clipped, eyebrows plucked, and - most importantly - teeth brushed. You won't find just another smelly adventurer here; this girl can Dress to Impress. The oral hygiene doesn't seem to work so well on her language, though, as she's steadily sassing her way through a library of cusswords every time she goes out.

Armaments:
* Porter Uniform: Resistant to shear, stain, fire, cold, and water. Grants +1 to Professionalism.
* Arcane Blaster: Magical flintlock pistol. When the flint strikes steel and sparks the magic circuit, it draws from the user's mana to fire a deadly bolt of energy. Can load and fire flares.
* Bag of Holding: Dimensional storage pack with infinite capacity. Stores everything listed below, in addition to client properties.
* Survival gear: rope, cooking pot, ladle, survival knife, matches, ferro rod (for sparking fire), compass, canteens, gill net (for fishing), charcoal water filters, a month's worth of pemmican, several changes of clothing, magic torches, first aid kits, 6 flares (used: 1)
* Crafting gear: tool box, sewing kit, chemistry supplies
* Hygiene kit: several bars of soap, toothbrushes, floss, tongue scraper, several tubes of toothpaste, tweezers, brushes, combs
* Office supplies: ledger, checkbook, notepad, sticky notes, box of pencils, eraser, sharpener, felt-tip pen

Teraterifficence:
* [REDACTED]
* Crazy-prepared, if the above Armaments list didn't give it away.
* Alchemic Crafting: Can use the "essence" of monster drops to enhance items. Requires construction of a magic circle for transmutation.

Original World: An interplanetary empire has conquered the entire galaxy. Their fleets are nigh-invincible, and rebel forces are powerless to stop them.

And they're the good guys.

Upon expanding their reach to the galactic edge, the seven immortals on the empire's ruling body, the Immortal Council, set out amongst the stars to create new worlds for their people to inhabit. Planets that were once desolate grew life, and systems plagued with disaster saw peace. Each world took on a life of its own. Some developed a rich fantasy life, while others created breathtaking marvels of science. There was a place for everyone.

That is, until all hell broke loose on a certain backwater world named Aion...

Backstory:
"You were adopted."

Just three words. Some think it's an insult, as if being pushed out of a body part is somehow superior. Some think it's an expression of love, from people who could have picked anyone they wanted and deliberately chose you.

I just munched on my cracker.

It wasn't exactly a revelation to 10-year-old me - I mean, when my dad stormed into the living room ten years prior and the first words out of his mouth were, "You went and bought that little chicken-fried f*cknugget from the agency?" it wasn't hard to put the pieces together. I was a baby, not deaf. Ironically, that old potbellied fart became my role model when I grew up, because Holy Smuckeroli, the adventurers here are dumber than ducks on Sara Lee white bread. Fire-breathing dragon captured the princess? Bring a wooden sword to the battle! Kraken tearing up your ship on the open sea? Oh, a lightning spell will do nicely. Vampire Lord threatening the country? Kill it with blood magic! They collect harems of psychopaths, waltz into traps, spare bloodthirsty monsters- I'm surprised there's anyone left in the Hero business to cuss at.

The sorts of people who think 101 Ways to Die is a guidebook are also the sorts of people you can make money on. If there's one thing every aspiring hero needs, it's a girl with a level head, plenty of Band-Aids, and just enough romance to keep him puffing to Season 2. That's where I come in. For only 2 cents an hour and 3% of the total loot, the Redford Porter Service will handle all your adventuring needs. Lost in the Forgotten Woods? I got a full-color topographic map. Broke your Master Blade cutting grass? No worries, I can make you two more. Whatever moronic puzzling predicament you find yourself in, I gotcha covered.

Swindle me, though, and I got a bullet with your name on it.

[User]
"Walkuh~!" Keepa chirped in amusement after Jericho finished introducing himself. "Well, Texas Ranguh, while you may think flattery will get you anywhere..." they snickered, coiling lower until resting on the floor like a snake lifting itself up almost 9ft off the ground, nearly touching the ceiling. The second head slank across the ceiling from where it emerged from the middle cell, picking up where the first one left off with, "...keep it up; ah may just help ya...pass through~" before joining the first one in the chuckle.

Kite's object was quickly resembling a shortsword by how the addition of more light from Ruby drawing their own torch illuminated more of the room. The cell that the second head emerged from didn't seem so much dark, more cavernous, as if the floor simply fell away past the threshold of the barred gate. Hundreds of small pale hands clung to the bars, seemingly to hold itself up in the abyss. At the same time, long, spider-like appendages arched bonelessly from the first head's massive neck, bracing against the other corner as well as gripping the one they emerged around...effectively blocking escape.

"Nawh...hold on," the first head abruptly ceased snickering to say, the second also falling silent as the first looked over Jericho to watch Ruby make their introductions. "Did...did you just-?" they started, their grin curling at the edges, pulling the expression into a sinister full-faced smirk. "You just saw...me...aaaand your first thought is-" Keepa started, lifting their head and wiggling as they flailed their arms by their head in a mocking manner, raising their tone to poorly mimic Ruby, "-'Oh haaay! Les trah feedin' it! Mehbeh it'll be ahr fraaaand~" before erupting into a low droning 'Huuuuuuuuuuuuuuuhhhhh' much akin to a guttural belch combined with a tortured moan, their expression even making their eye-holes slightly squint from how wide their mouth opened as they grinned...likely what actually 'laughing' was, for it. "Wha happens next, baby~?" they condescendingly inquired, their mirth blatantly being found in the girl's efforts to...bribe...him?
"Oh! Oh saaay you planned to put a dumb little hat ohn me! Maybe then givin' me a st-huupid nickname...ahn then you...you trah ta riaahd me around, a little~?" Keepa could barely contain their laughter, the other head noisily chattering their teeth between baleful roars and grotesque undulations, bashing its head against the ceiling repeatedly in its maddeningly hysterical fits.

"Aaahh, you adventurers ahr just puh-rescious! Tell-tell yuh what, consider me curious, now...y'know? Sure, ah'll bite. Whatcha got there, Sapphire~?" The first head inquired between hissing chuckles, the second one slithering closer to being over Ruby. "Izzit meat? Oh ah hope ya got meat foh me~" the second head inquired, a growl to their tone as drool dripped from their clenched teeth as they sized up the woman.

[Assistant]
Once Keepa made his appearance, Violet felt uneasy. While it was trying to be charming, something just felt off. If it wanted to feel friendly, why snuff out the light? Why try to scare them? Nothing about this was adding up. She wanted to call him out on this, maybe he just doesn't realize how he's coming off. Violet's met all different kinds of people today, who's to say this one isn't an ally. However, Violet knows Kite didn't let this one out. In fact she had no idea where it came from. She looks to Kite to see his reaction. Fear. Complete and total fear. She'd never seen Kite look like this. Even when he fought the other Kite, he stepped forward with resolve... but now...

Call me Walker, it's a pleasure Keepa. Apologies about the noise, seems it travels rather...

 As she's listening, Walker's words start to trail off to Violet. If Kite's afraid of this thing then what does that mean for us. I couldn't place the feeling before but now I get it. Just looking at this thing... I get the same feeling as fighting a Nightmare from my world. That same lingering dread from just being around them, this 'Keepa' is oozing it. This feeling just won't go away. The more she looks at it, the heavier that dread felt.
 Violet starts to see the events unfold. But one stands out more than anything. She can't shake the vision of Kite getting himself hurt again. What's scarier is that she feels 'hurt' may be the least of her worries. The memory of Kite's previous death keeps playing back in her mind even though she wasn't aware of how severe it really was. Kite almost got themselves killed before, barely hanging on by a thread and they were confident about that fight. Now, Kite's completely given into fear. This thing can really kill us. This thing wants to kill us. This thing is going to... no. Not again. I'm not going to let myself do nothing again. I promised Kite I wouldn't let anything hurt him. I have to do something. ANYTHING! Violet activates her ball and charges it up with all her power. The ball bursts into an ethereal yellow flame. Violet knows that color... the ball changes that color when her primary emotion is fear. Even if she's scared, it's not going to stop her from doing what needs to be done.

Izzit meat? Oh ah hope ya got meat foh me

 WALKER! DUCK! The ball streaking past Walker and slamming that thing square in the middle of it's head. I'M NOT LETTING YOU HURT ANYONE YOU MONSTER Realizing she was shouting out of fear, she tries to regain what composure she can. Talking now to Walker: That thing is evil incarnate. Don't be drawn in by its words. I had to make the first move before it did. Sierra! You could have been in a lot of trouble! It's clear we can't makes friends with it... As she says this, she looks over to the scared Kite before setting her eyes back on the monster in front of her, so there's only one other route to take... Violet stills herself for whatever comes next.

[User]
Walker was about to act under his own volition, since the others weren't picking up on the clue to act while he was distracting the damned thing, when the scream for him to duck caused him to do just, dropping to a knee and moving to act under his own volition. Given the situation, the time for talk was past, all things considered. At least one of them took the chance, even if the spiel about evil and chastising the other about befriending it. From his ducked position, he snapped upright with his lightened crossbow swung up, poisoned bolt being hurled from it the moment he had tracked the head that hadn't been aimed for by that damned crystal ball, slinging it again and drawing his arming sword with a practiced flourish, ready to strike out at the earliest opportunity at whichever head or appendage came closer.

 "Remind me to talk to you three about element of sodding surprise after this!" Walker was clearly accustomed to a crew that knew when he was stalling for an opportunistic first strike, screaming on about evil incarnate was, while perhaps not inaccurate, not terribly conducive in that regard. Holding a steady fencing stance, Walker was watching the abomination, his footing shifting subtly to indicate a combination of long years of both training, and even more experience, the torch being held offhand, high enough to provide full light but clearly considered a secondary weapon if the situation demanded. It wasn't a dagger or formal weapon, but a flaming bludgeon to the head could do wonders. Given the things devouring of light, however, it might be wiser to not slam one of their light sources into it. Needs must, though, and while he'd have to ponder that strange reference to a 'Texas Ranger', that was later. For now, it was fighting time.

[Assistant]
As Keepa loomed over her, drool leaking from between its teeth, Violet shouted, "Walter! Duck!" and a brilliant ball of flames slammed into the head. Ruby stumbled back and shielded her eyes. She risked a glance at Violet. Whoa, did that attack come from her? A flush of awe surged through her. Walker took everything in stride, his practiced strikes and efficient dodges betraying a level of skill well beyond par.

Ruby watched with her mouth hung open, bewitched. "Golly G. Whillikers...the kite sure knows how to pick 'em," she murmured.

Walker was a little less than impressed, though. "Remind me to talk to you three about element of sodding surprise after this!" he shrieked between attacks.

Ruby dove away to the wall and joked back, "I'd be surprised if you didn't!" Besides, she had a few surprises of her own. She armed her pistol and stuffed a flare shot down the barrel. If Keepa's dark body and the dungeon's light-snuffing habit were anything to go on:

"Eat this, Dingus Flamingus!"

She pulled the trigger.


[System]
"It was nice working with you, pal. But justice needs to be served."
Age: ~8 years

Gender: Male

Originates From: LISA: The Painful RPG

Personality: Harvey has a malicious streak a mile long, kept in check only by his sworn oath to uphold the law. His inborne hatred of humans often leads to him deliberately misrepresenting them in court, but this will not stop him from helping those in need.

Dandy Boy: A powerful gun... for weak men. This submachine gun sprays hot death without ever needing to reload, but is wildly inaccurate.
Mid-Life Crisis Hat: This really... STOPS attacks. It's something we all go through at some time. A ratty but stylish hat with a red band and a wide brim. Barely protects against the cold, let alone bullets.
Metal Shield: A STOP sign with most of the jagged metal removed from the backside and replaced with a ratty leather strap. It's not very protective or comfortable to use.
Harvey's Magic Briefcase: The mark of a genuine lawyer, this toaster-sized briefcase carries an infinite supply of pre-written, magical paperwork. The arcane jargon scrawled all over this mountain of documents has a number of mysterious effects on whoever it touches. The paper it's written on is razor-sharp and impossibly aerodynamic, too.
Water Gun: Harvey is part-archerfish on his father's side, and can spit water with enough force to cause heavy bruising and break bones. Harvey can freely alter the pressure of his water gun, ranging from what it normally is to a refreshing mist of cold saliva.
Slander: Harvey can sling fistfuls of insulting letters at his enemy, both infuriating them and causing nasty papercuts.
Wrongful Accusation: Harvey can pass out impossibly convincing and impossibly sharp legal documents accusing his target of heinous acts they did not and possibly could not do. This leads to much confusion and blood loss.

Restraining Order: Harvey can slap his target with a legally-binding restraining order, forcing them to hesitate when they next attack him. Inexplicably works even on creatures that have no concept of law or morality.

Legal Jargon: The most mysterious of all of Harvey's paperwork, Harvey can throw documents loaded with information so irrelevant and boring that it magically saps the strength of whoever touches it. Causes heavy fatigue and deep papercuts.
Several years before Harvey was born, the human race lost its women. Nobody knows who or what took them, only that they disappeared in a literal flash. Civilization devolved into violent tribalism almost immediately, with many people resorting to rampant drug abuse, sexual deviance, and mass-murder to stave off depression. Under mysterious and probably scientific circumstances, a new race of sapient creatures arose: the secretive Fish-People. Harvey, obviously, is one of them.

Though he was born a Fish-Person, Harvey was raised by humans, and even managed to find education as a lawyer. Of course, law school doesn't truly exist in the post-gynocalypse, and Harvey's law degree is mostly just bunk written on the backside of a porno mag, but that hasn't stopped him from acting like a lawyer at all times.

Bored out of his mind from managing petty human cases, Harvey retired to a secret village of Fish-People hidden deep within the swamps of Olathe, his home country. It was there that he met the man who would change his life, Bradley "Brad" Armstrong. Brad had run into some trouble with the Fish-People, having stolen their sacred map of Garbage Island, and Harvey took it upon himself to defend him in court. Brad certainly didn't help things, loudly stating that he wanted to have raunchy fish-sex with the judge's wife. Or, at least, that's what Harvey said Bradley wanted to do to the judge. The fact that neither Brad nor Harvey could speak Fish-Person didn't help matters much. However, thanks to Harvey's legal genius, Brad was let off the hook, and graciously allowed Harvey to join his gang in the search for Brad's daughter, the last female human on Earth.

Adventuring with Brad was quite difficult. They were up against the biggest, baddest gangs around. Han Tsunami and the Bathhouse Boys, Buffalo Van Dyke and his football team, the Bloodmoon Mountain Amerindians, Hawk Hollywood and his actors, the Eternal Wrestling Championship, the Gale Motorcycle Club, man-eating Joy Mutants, and even the all-powerful Rando Army. Many lives were lost, and some of them were from Brad's gang. Things took a turn for the worst when Brad managed to cobble together a boat to Deserted Island, where his daughter had fled. Instead of allowing his gang to follow him, Brad took the boat himself, leaving Harvey and the rest of the gang behind.

Brad's betrayal shook the gang to the core, and only three people, Harvey included, were loyal enough to cobble together their own boat and follow him. When they met up with Brad again, they had discovered his true motives for finding his daughter. Instead of wanting to use her to give even a slight glimmer of hope for the human race, Brad wanted to lock her back in his basement for the rest of her life, forever safe from anything that might hurt her. At least, safe from anything that wasn't Brad. Infuriated and offended, Harvey joined his two remaining comrades and desperately tried to stop Brad from forcing his daughter back into a life of isolation. Shortly thereafter, Harvey died.
Fun Facts: Harvey's favorite food is "Green Paste", a Fish-Person delicacy made of mostly organic ingredients.

[User]
The very first thing Harvey noticed once through the portal was that he was surrounded by short, stout men with enormous fungal caps replacing everything above their eyebrows, and all of them were pointing spears at him. Compared to the last two times he'd entered a suspicious doorway, this was a drastic improvement. At the very least, these disgusting semi-humans were only threatening him, and not actively attacking him. He could work with this.

The second thing Harvey noticed was that that nasty orange wrestler had decided to follow him. This was... also workable. These mushroom-covered toadies were focusing almost exclusively on Jasper, and very clearly treated him with more suspicion. Getting out of this situation alive wouldn't take much effort, let alone any outright lies. Harvey could afford to scrape by on half-truths and omissions.

"Don't kill me, I'm a lawyer!" Harvey cried, throwing his hands up. "That crazed orange thug is trying to kill me, and I escaped through this door! You gotta stop him!"

The feeling of someone being right behind him struck Harvey like a sack of bricks; someone else was coming through! Harvey made a break for a gap in the Toads' lines just as Ainz and Kieri burst through the doorway. Judging by the way the Toads faltered, they were a seriously weak gang. Weaker than the Schoolboy Shufflers, possibly.

With as much strength as he could muster, Harvey sprinted away from the doorway and through the town square. He had seen something that looked vaguely like a body of water-- a river or a lake, possibly a reservoir--down by that large, castle-like building. If Harvey could reach that, he'd be golden!

[Assistant]
Down by the lake, a black-and-gold humanoid figure sat on a bucket full of bait. Certainly, this was a strange circumstance. Gone was the hustle-and-bustle of Japanese urban sprawl, replaced by a laconic town with a towering castle. Any normal person would be freaking out.

But Haruki was not a normal person.

Haruki knew that the ordinary reactions of someone in a strange situation against their will- mindless aggression, fear, panic, subjugation- would just be counterproductive. There was no reason to freak out, because there was every reason to freak out. Haruki knew that his situation should be approached as calmly as possible. And so, he sat in this strange world. And so, the laconic town on the hill behind him and the castle across the lake as far and as different as possible from the urban sprawl and seaside of the Japanese town he called home, Haruki was fishing.

Okay. Let's go from the top.

Haruki removed a lure from his hat and tied it to the rod.

This is not Japanese architecture. I'm not in Japan.

A skilled cast sent the lure hurtling towards the center of the lake.

The fish I can see are huge and bulbous. Red and green. Not what you'd see on Earth in this climate.

He reeled in another Cheep Cheep, placing it in the live catch bucket.

Some monsters can send you through time and space. Of course, the news didn't say anything about a kaiju attack on the Early Warning System this morning.

He cast again, still deep in thought.

Of course, there's the possibility of alternate dimensions. Ginga, Max, that Orb guy... yeah, alternate dimensions are TOTALLY a thing. I'm sure there's some kind of disturbance they can trace to find me. Best to just keep calm and not mess things up.

And so, the Valkyrian sat, in contemplation, rod in hand.

[User]
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@BringBack1996@Scrapula

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Harvey responds with little clue as a sudden portal opens up near the man in the goggles, the fish suddenly propelling himself towards it with water coming from his mouth. As Vader prepares to grab the fleeing fish with the force, he then hears a conversation coming from Ainz and the girl that stumbled into him. The skeleton man seemed to have recognized a choke collar on her neck and managed to free her, in return for knowing where they are. Of course, with the portal having been opened, there seemed to be no other way to go then there. In fact, it was suddenly coming to the sith's realization that this was not his world. And even if it was, without a ship, he's not able to go anywhere, even being a rather skilled mechanic from the days he was a jedi... the days when he was Anakin Skywalker.

A sudden vision came to his mind as he recalled his life from the days on Tatooine with his mother, becoming a jedi, the marriage of his wife Padme, the Clone Wars, losing against Kenobi, and his rebirth as Darth Vader. This all happened in a matter of seconds as he suddenly comes back to reality. Wherever this portal will lead him, it may eventually take him back to the Empire... no matter how long it will take. With Ainz and the girl walking to the portal, Lord Vader simply followed this time. He then steps into the portal and goes inside, expecting something quite bizarre to be on the otherside...

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And indeed, after he steps outside, he is landed in the middle of a town. A town filled with giant Mushroom-houses and Mushroom people with spears. It seemed as if they were in the middle of an ambush or so. The mushroom soldiers were absolutely tiny compared to him, weak and brittle. He can easily kill them. He then ignites his crimson lightsaber, igniting with it's signature hum as he prepares to slice them into pieces...

[Assistant]
Despite his stubby legs, Harvey could run at a decent clip when he needed to. Charred Toadhouses passed Harvey by as he sprinted down the road, their stunned little occupants watching him with mild interest.

As Harvey neared the waterfront, a distinctly un-Toadlike figure quite surprised him. The costume, the helmet, the stance-- this guy was one of the Salvation Rangers! As far as Harvey cared, the Rangers were just a bunch of guys in silly costumes, pretending to be superheroes and supervillains to live out the rest of the last generation in their own fantasies. Of course, the last time Harvey saw the Rangers, they'd been massacred by one of their own, now a Joy Mutant. Details like that, Harvey realized, didn't matter in the current situation.

"Hey! You, with the helmet!" Harvey called out to Haruki as he ran straight for his fishing spot. "There's a bunch of freaks chasing after me, saying they want me to steal a ship or something! I need your help either driving them off or getting the hell away from them!"


[System]
Sex: Male

Description:

Date Inducted: 1293

Role: Ringmaster of the Circus.

Offensive Power: Second Sight - Yulio has been gifted by the Keeper with Shadow Sight; the ability to see the minions of the Harlequin from a distance of roughly 1Km away. These minions appear as bright ghosts, but can be hidden by physical barriers.

Duelist - A Venetian noble before he was inducted into the circus, the baton Yulio carries hides his rapier. The Keeper has seen to it that the weapon is capable of harming the apparitions of the Harlequin.

Biography: Yulio is the oldest living member of the circus, having been inducted by the Keeper in Venice during the 1290s. The son of a Venetian trading prince, Yulio had a taste of travel and wealth at a young age, but also was exposed to the deprivations and worries of the world as well. Plague from rats on his father's ship took the lives of his sisters and mother, and his father would eventually succumb to disease as well.

It was during one of Venice's many Masque Balls that Yulio was approached by a man in a dark mask with a business proposition. Rather than live in the city and continue with his father's mundane trading enterprises, why not try something new? Something that promised untold power and eternal life free of disease. Yulio thought it a joke but good sport nonetheless, and took up the job at the new faire to broaden his horizons. Eight Centuries later, he has been promoted to Ringmaster in the Keeper's circus, and the Keeper's Players continue to hunt for the Harlequin...

Other: As Ringmaster, Yulio has a few responsibilities. He sees to it that all players are guided through their inductions, that the strange wards that ring the circus, erasing the memories of the visitors and the photos they take, are functioning properly. And he guides the players to their quarry and ultimate goal- the capture of the Harlequin.

- Likes: TRUE Italian Food, Good Wine, Better Company

- Dislikes: Pizza, Beer, Boorish Fools.

Audition: [Coming Soon]

[User]
"No matter how charming you may be, my services are quite costly, darling." A soft giggle from the female figure, as a gentle kiss was bestowed upon her snow white hand. The lips, upon parting from the maiden's hand, curved upward into a confident smile. Thomas, to whom the lips belonged to, raised his hand to the side of her neck and caressed it lightly. Ah, how the temptation was too great for the man, once called Jack the Ripper, to taint the lovely neck of this filth with a vivid scarlet by a single slit of his knife. But the blond was to remain patient for the reeling of his target to be successful before any rash actions were to be made.

The two figures were located at a less populated area of the circus grounds but precautions were needed to be taken nonetheless, causing a ruckus even with the wards to take care of the witnesses' memories would still cause quite the trouble for the circus. Besides, the serial killer would not allow himself to have a witness of sort ever catch him in the act, though it was a different story if a poor circus crew ever peeked into his personal tent to see what remained of his horrendous acts.

"My lovely lady, worry not about the fee I will have to supply later, let us enjoy this wonderful evening together. It may leave you breathless at the joy we'll be having. Shall we move onto a more private setting?" Thomas' arm directed towards his personal tent as the two slowly walked with his lead, a forced chuckle released from his lips while the maiden flashed a bashful smile. Along the path towards their destination, the number of people thinned, as well as the lively noise from the crowd of customers softened. Almost there. A little more and she'll be mine.

Upon reaching the front of his tent, Thomas grinned in a slightly eerie manner as his hand rested on the female's shoulder. The knife concealed within the sleeve of his black long coat slowly crept out as his other hand made gestures behind him to take control of the metal. Before the knife thrower was able to escort the lady inside, a bird constructed out of paper came fluttering down to his eyes' range, much to the man's disappointment. The grin soon was wiped from his face as Thomas clicked his tongue in irritation before pressing the maiden's shoulder away from the entrance of his tent.

"Tsk, how unfortunate. Milady, forgive me but it seems I have an appointment to attend to. Please take your leave as soon as able as well, the circus will be closed for the evening. Farewell." As rude as it might seem, the circus performer turned on his heel and left the confused woman before she could have any say on it. He did not hold any regard to what she may have thought or would have reacted since the act was pointless if Thomas could not perform the finale with the blood of the prostitute on his hands. The paper bird continued to fly along side him with no clue as to what happened, before a knife diagonally slashed the poor messenger in half. The remnant of the bird descended to the ground as the knife thrower continued to pace towards the front gate.

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X. Wheel of Fortune. In its upright position.

"...... A dramatic change from the established order... How soon will such change take place?" Purple gaze stared down at the resulted card before her in thoughtful silence. The last customer of the day had long gone before Charlotte started to set her tarot cards to foretell the current fate for the circus. Now, she was troubled by the result of her own foretelling, the accuracy of her fortune telling were always spot on after all, even with how vague they were. The fortune teller's lips parted again to speak, as her eyes shut close, "And would the change be in our favor... or theirs?"

"Alright, I shall be on my way to the front gate momentarily. Thank you for the message." Seconds before the paper bird entered, the violet haired lady already knew exactly five seconds ahead of his entry. Figuring it could be related to the conflict against the Harlequin's minions, Charlotte prepared a shoulder bag and a waist strap full of healing and harmful potions, as well as charms to boost fighting luck. After seeing to it that she was fully prepared, she motioned for the bird to follow her as the maiden quickly made her way to the front gate. The fortune teller noticed another crew member walking at their own, slow pace in front of her until she caught up to realize it was the knife thrower. "I assume you've gotten Yulio's message as well, Thomas?"

"Hm? Ah, why, if it isn't miss Charlotte! And as I've been reminding you, Tom would suffice. Or Jack, if you'd prefer for humor's sake. We are crew mates after all, no need for formalities. And that's right, but I've gotten rid of the pesky bird similar to yours." The blond knife thrower casually responded as he continued his slow pacing to which the fortune teller had to adjust to, to be able to converse with him side by side. The front gate was already at sight from where they were, a couple of the circus members were already on stand by. They were to join them momentarily but Charlotte replied before raising her pace once more to reach the gate.

"By this point in time, I'm adjusted to addressing you as Thomas, unfortunately. But if it bothers you, I suppose I can try Tom from now on. But poor little one, do consider next time that someone put effort into creating them. ...And stay alert for tonight's conflict, I feel a bad omen around this evening."

[Assistant]
Cassie hummed softly as she brushed Spirit's flank. She always insisted on caring for her horses herself, especially after a performance. The horse dropped its head slightly to nuzzle her shoulder and she smiled, giving the animal one last affectionate pat.

"A decent show tonight," she murmured. Her mind started to drift back to her act as she checked her horses were comfortable for the night. There was a new trick she wanted to start working on tomorrow - the Cossack Death Drag.

Sable lifted his head, snorting. Cassie looked up, catching a glimpse of white a second before a small origami bird fluttered down to land on the fence next to her. So. It seems that we have a real show tonight. She gave a slight smile as she packed her brushes away.

The slightest ripple of movement travelled along her back and arms, tiny wisps of colour drifting up into the air and disappearing like smoke as the tattoos on her skin changed; the painted birds spread their wings in preparation of a hunt, the tightly curled petals of a rosebud half-unfurled.

She was smiling as she made her way to the gate.