[System]
Personal Characteristics
Age: 21
Sex: Male
Birthplace: Coeur d'Alene, Idaho, United States

Physical Characteristics
Height: 6'3"
Weight: 206lbs
Hair color: Dirty blonde
Eye color: Dark brown
Other: Right ribcage tattoo; Left shoulder tattoo; Left forearm tattoo

Health and Fitness
Addictions: None
Handicaps: Occasional pain in right knee from running
Proficiency: Great hand-eye coordination, reflexes, and stamina
Skills: Handguns and crossbows

Mental Characteristics
Known Languages: English, some French
Lures: New things; places, people, events, drinks, etc
Temperament: Sanguine
Personality: ESFP-A (Entertainer)

Social Characteristics
Emotional Stability: Relatively stable
Humor: Ingratiating laughter, Satire, Jokes
Reputation: Semi popular and well-liked by others

Philosophical Characteristics
Morality: Mostly black at white with some gray areas
Perception: When life gives you lemons, make lemonade

Spiritual Characteristics
Religion: Lutheran
Virtues: Kindness, liberality, diligence
Vices: Pride, impatience

Hidden Characteristics
Desires: To date a girl who isn't shallow or trying to get something from him
Secrets: History of being used/led on by past girlfriends

Relations
Father: John Gabel (50)
Mother: Jacqueline Gabel (48; deceased)
Younger brother: Jacob Gabel (18)

Biography
Growing up in Coeur d'Alene, Idaho, Jay Gabel had always been something of a well-shaved mountain man. He spent his days fishing on the lake, hiking in the forest, and hunting in the mountains with his father. As an experienced policeman who believed in the importance of self-defense, John Gabel taught his son how to use weaponry at a young age. He was skilled with a bow at age ten, a crossbow at age thirteen, and a gun at age sixteen under his father's tutelage. It had been a proud accomplishment for both of them.

Overall, Jay's childhood had been adventurous, but also uneventful. His family got along well, Jay and his brother, Jacob, were both homeschooled. They hardly ever travelled, and Jay had never left the United States except for a few visits to Southern Canada, which was only a few hours north of his hometown. It was a simple life, but it was a good life, and that was all the Gabels cared about.

When the news came, none of them were prepared.

During an annual checkup, Jay's mother's doctor noticed a strange lump on her breast. Upon further testing, it was discovered that she had accelerated cancer. It had progressed so rapidly that her chance of recovering was almost zero percent, and she didn't have much time left. The whole family was devastated, but none were more so than Jay's father. Despite being married for almost thirty years, the two were still as in love as they had been on their wedding day. John couldn't imagine being separated from his wife, so he spiraled into depression, drinking the days away to cope with the pain.

When Jay was 19 years old, just six months after his mother was diagnosed with breast cancer, she passed away. John's drinking grew worse, to the point where Jacob, who was still in high school, had to move in with their grandparents. Jay was just entering his freshman year of college. The upheaval of his life from Coeur d'Alene to the college dormitory, the loss of his mother, his father's alcoholism, and the separation from his brother made for a difficult transition. But Jay had grown up to be a hardy man. After spending summer break in grieving, he forced himself to buck up and move on with his life. He refused to sit idly by and miss opportunities. This was when he got his third tattoo—a shark on his ribcage—as a symbol of proactively attacking his future.

Because of this decision, Jay's first year of university was the most eventful year of his life. He joined the cross country team and a number of different clubs to keep himself busy. He also chose to major in criminology, hoping to get a job in the police force when he would eventually graduate. He kept up an active social life as well, joining a volunteer-oriented fraternity, going to parties on weekends, and making friends everywhere he went.

The only tough part about college was the dating scene. Jay learned quickly that most of it was shallow bullshit when he had his first college girlfriend. She had been a girl from a sorority that was close to his frat. They hit it off at a volunteer event—cleaning trash up around the town—and he worked up the courage to ask her out. Unfortunately, she wasn't looking for the type of long term relationship he was hoping for. She strung him along for free dinners and rides until he realized he was being led on. Naturally, he broke things off with the girl right away, but the pain of the situation remained a scar afterwards.

Jay tried dating twice more since the incident, but unluckily for him, the same thing continued to happen. One other girl accepted his proposal for a relationship and used him for money, and the other just kept him on the hook as a backup plan while she pursued another man in his fraternity. It was discouraging to say the least. So, during his sophomore year of college, he swore off dating. Instead of going to parties on weekends, he went to a local shooting range to practice with his weaponry. He spent his weekdays focusing on his schoolwork and his distance running for the cross country team. It was a different experience, but it wasn't a bad one.

Now, going into his third year of college, Jay has no plans. He began to miss the wildness and spontaneity of his first year towards the end of his second, so he decided to just see where life will take him as a junior. No more avoiding girls, no more avoiding frat parties. He would let himself be immersed in college life once again.

And he would be damned if it isn't a good experience this time.

[User]
Jay went to work right away in the hunt for research topics. He retrieved three notecards and a pen from his backpack, ready to write down his choices, and entered 'Psychology of…' into the Google search engine. Dozens of web articles popped up in response, so he scrolled down the list and skimmed the titles of each as he looked for something to pique his interest. The options were seemingly endless. He whistled quietly as he read subject after subject. He had had no idea how diverse psychology was. It was going to be harder than he thought to choose just three.

Psychology of Sport and Exercise
Psychology of Color
Psychology of Violence
Psychology of Social Status
Psychology of Selfies

Jay paused to laugh at that last one. He found it funny that some scientist in the world took the time and effort to study people taking pictures of themselves. Then again, somebody had to do it eventually. It seemed like everything else had been studied already. He continued down the list:

Psychology of Eating
Psychology of Attractiveness
Psychology of Survival

He stopped again, his cursor hovering over the last title. Growing up in a family of outdoorsy people, he had always been fascinated with survival. He had been camping with his brother and father countless times—like real camping: in the middle of the mountains with no bathrooms and just a nearby stream for water—so he felt like he had a pretty solid understanding of survival. However, he had never once thought about the processes of his brain when he was out in the wilderness. It might have been interesting to study. He wrote it down on one of the three notecards, along with 'Psychology of Obedience and Roleplaying'—he was still too interested in that one to pass it up—and 'Psychology of Tattoos'—he didn't know if Anna had any tattoos, but he had three, himself, so it could have been interesting to study what caused a person to choose whether or not to permanently mark his or her body.

Having picked out his three research subjects, Jay turned the cards face down and shuffled them together with Anna's choices in the center of the table. He watched as she selected one at random, and was pleased to see it was his favorite option: 'Psychology of Survival.' He grinned, excited to come up with a plan as to how they would go about researching the chosen topic. She didn't seem quite as enthusiastic as he was, but he hoped he could change her mind. She was probably just uncomfortable about the idea of survival, like many other girls he knew. But also like many other girls, she would probably warm up to it with time.

"I don't have any specific ideas for it right now," Jay answered her question with a shrug. He leaned back in his chair and folded his arms over his chest. "We have to study each other though, right? I was thinking we could put together some sort of survival situation and see how the other person responds. I don't know what that would look like yet, but it's one option." He offered her a friendly smile. "You don't have to worry. It wouldn't be anything intentionally dangerous, and I have a lot of experience, so I can make sure we stay safe."

[Assistant]
A survival aituation? Once again Anna could feel herself beginning to grow nervous. In a survival situation, her powers were going to be a problem. If she felt endangered or threatened, her powers always just seemed to act on their own, something that wasn't good when she was still trying to hide her powers and her past from people. But, he was saying he wouldn't try to make it dangerous and that he would make sure that they were safe. So, whatever they came up with wouldn't be so bad. Right?

She looked to him and slowly nodded, though there was still a slightly unsure look on her face about all of it, "Well...I suppose if you promise it will all be safe, then we could go with something like that." What sort of survival situation would it be she wondered. It wasnt like there were many safe things to do to go into a 'survival mindset'. But then again, looking at Jay, he seemed like the type of guy that would like the outdoors. So, of course her first thought on the type of survival situation would he choose would have to do with the wilderness.

"Ummm...I can go ahead and do some research while you look for or think about our survival situation? Maybe we could get started on working on the research through out the week and then try the survival situation this weekend? If you've picked the situation by thus weekend that is, or didn't have any other plans?" She questioned, not wanting to intrude if he had already made plans this weekend.

Judging from the way the girls in the classroom seemed to swoon over him and how undeniably good looking he was, he probably had a girlfriend or something to go out with. If he did, it wouldn't surprise her at all. She on the other hand didn't have anywhere to be or anyone to hang out with. It was all about school work for her, so that she could keep her scholarship. Plus, it wasnt like she had anyone to hang out with anyway, "I'm pretty much free to work on the project any time."


[System]
"The Tengu are looking for a stolen object. Would you have knowledge on this subject?"

"My name? How rude. It is only polite to state your name first."
"What matter is my age?"
Age:
125

Race:
Tengu

Appearance:
Himeko looks to be about her late teens to early twenties though in reality she's lived over a century. She has long brown hair typically tied back into twintails. She wears travel clothes of her tribe's color and she stands at a little over six feet. Other than her wings, that is a good sign that she isn't exactly human.

Personality:
Himeko is a noble in Tengu society. Though she tries not to be, she can be rather pretentious at times. Her normal mode is "guarded" though one can gain her trust rather quickly. She has a rather negative opinion on humans in general, but will work with them in times of need. While she thinks of humans this way, she likely will come to like them quickly so long as they are competent at what they do.

"A mere human cannot hope to match a Tengu, that is just simple. Any longer talk on it is mere sophistry."

Abilities:
Tengu in general have the ability to manipulate wind. Though it appears to be the typical type of magic, it really has a source from the divinity that resides on Tengu Mountain.

Their wings also allow them to fly at high speeds. They are rather large and can wrap around them as a coat if need-be, but otherwise, they can use the same divine power that allows them to manipulate the wind to hide their wings.

As a species, they also have strength far outweighing the average human and wielding their special Tengu Forged Katana that assist them in their wind manipulating abilities.

History: Himeko was born among her fellow Tengu at the supposed height of their civilization. She herself was born among one of the upper rungs of the race and as thus, she was taught many things such as swordsmanship, etiquette and channeling divinity. Soon enough, she found herself among one of the many Wing Guards of the mountain.

She never left the mountain, but she was put in charge of guarding the Vault of Relics. It's name was exactly as it sounds and she liked to take her time examining the many pieces in the Vault. She both guarded and studied them. Soon enough, she found herself tasked with guarding a human to study in the vault. She scoffed at the order, but was quickly ordered to follow orders or else she'd be stripped of her rank. Begrudgingly, she accepted the task.

She was quickly introduced to the human. She was not impressed. They were simply a scholarly type and she was simply surprised that he was able to make it to the top by himself, let alone make it past the constant tempests that masked the mountain. He asked her if she'd like to talk to him about any of the objects and simply told him their name and a very short idea of what they did. She was constantly confused as to why the Elders and the Lord of the Mountain allowed a human up here, but followed orders as loosely as she could.

It took a few weeks, but the man was just about done with his research. In the last couple of days however, the tempest surrounding the mountain disappeared and the mountain was attacked by a small horde of what could only be described as gigantic bats. Himeko was with the scholar at the time, and quickly flew him to a safe space in the mountain fortress.

She quickly made her way to the front and helped eliminate the attackers, however she left the Vault undefended. In her absence, someone or something snuck into the Vault and stole one of the Tengu's most sacred treasures, The Leaf of the Four Winds. A grand treasure that had the power to amplify the power of any wind based divinity or magic.

Many among the Elder Council accused the scholar of stealing the item, or letting the tempest die out. Himeko, however, stood up for the scholar, claiming he was not at fault for this theft. As she was known for her disdain for the human race for their foolishness, her words for a human were held in high regard. On the other hand, her leaving the Vault undefended was seen as the main issue at hand. For her failure at losing the Leaf, she was tasked with retrieving it or never returning. After preparing for a few days and gathering her supplies, she left the mountain and sadly only found solace in human towns. Luckily, she had one clue... An odd sigil...

Other:
-Himeko is actually a master at disguising her disgust at humans. Luckily for her. She deals with humans in villages with a hidden disgust but something better than a frown, but less than a smile.

[User] Himeko looked around. It was a place for the dead alright, though completely different from her home's post-death techniques. The Tengu would cremate their dead and spread their ashes to the wind, letting the Divine carry them to where it willed. She then looked over to Charlotte. "Be at ease Charlotte. You've nothing to worry with me around. I do not fear spirits. And as she said, they are mostly harmless. Just don't make them mad." She giggled a bit at her partner. It was nothing to fear. Spirits were interesting, though her experience they were mostly hostile... Though she had mostly experienced poltergeists so that was something. She just had to believe this Human Livia for now. "So then, Livia, lead on."

[Assistant]
"Ease? I'm walking into a haunted graveyard. I'm not a fighter, I'm an alchemist." She grumbled. Still, perhaps there would be a rare ingredient or something here she could use? That was one of the main reasons she left, after all. To discover and document all the flora and fauna she could find, and document their alchemical properties. Astril had many rare, and ultimately near extinct specimens from what she knew, but they paled in comparison to the numbers outside of the Tower. "I'm not exactly good in these sorts of situations unless you want me to, I dunno, throw a healing poultice at something or another."

"...An Alchemist, huh?" Livia commented absentmindedly, leading them calmly through the forest. And looking for Harena too. Well, she could take a guess as to what she was looking for then. A thought for later, though. "Either way, don't worry too much. If they are restless and violent, I can more than protect us."

"Oh wonderful...let me just leave my life in the hands of a swords woman and a girl I just met."

"Humor under duress." Livia chuckled. "Either way, here we are."

The place looked almost exactly what one might have expected. The thick, large trees shaded a good bit of the light and prevented it from reaching the ground. An old iron fence marked the entrance to the old graveyard, but it had long since fallen into disrepair and disuse. A slight, cold chill hung in the air as the eerie feeling of being watched washed over the trio. Charlotte grimaced, while Livia walked into the grounds in a completely nonchalant manner.

"First things first, we should look for a resident of this place." Livia commented. "A spirit by the name of Odette. She's friendly, but extremely shy. Normally she hangs around the large grave towards the center of the place, but recently..." Livia frowned, a mild hint of concern in her voice but she quickly moved on. "I trust you can handle yourselves. I'm going to see if I can find any more stray spirits."

[User] Himeko just glanced around. There was a large... What was it? Mausoleum? That's what she thought it was called. She got close to it. "So, Odette was it? Hmm." As Livia walked away, Himeko looked back to Charlotte. "We should stick together, Charlotte. Let's just search the opposite way from Livia." The Tengu said, starting to walk elsewhere in the Graveyard. She had little care about the creepiness of the place. "Odette?" She called out. Might as well try. She'd be able to fight off other spirits if they decided to attack her. "Are you there, Odette?"

[Assistant]
"Right..." Charlotte followed Himeko, unable to shake the feeling of them being watched. She rubbed the back of her neck, uneasily looking around the place. She had no idea how Himeko or Livia felt comfortable in this place. This place just seemed...wrong. Or at least, just off. but then, she was a human. Just a normal human. If something decided to attack her and she wasn't prepared...well, chances of something going horribly wrong were high.

For the most part, she stuck close to Himeko. As for the graveyard itself - as Livia said, it was eerily silent. Far too much so. Just a gentle, cool breeze and not even the chirping of insects or birds. As they walked though, Himeko would become increasingly aware of a tiny blue fox like creature observing them from atop a large stone grave. Except, it didn't have fur and seemed to be made out of some sort of ethereal blue-flame.

[User] Himeko walked around almost aimlessly looking for this Odette. She wasn't sure if she'd even meet the girl... Ghost? Whatever. Rather, there was something else that caught her eye. A... Some sort of Fox-Fire trick? It was a little blue flame fox sitting on top of a grave. The Tengu had to move close to investigate. "What's this? Are you a Kitsune trick? I'd not be surprised by that." Actually, Charlotte probably wouldn't know. "Kitsune are fox creatures. Also known as tricksters. I don't know if they'd be out this far though."

[Assistant]
"Fox creatures? We have arctic foxes in Astril, but they're just simple animals." Charlotte replied. Kitsune? She hadn't a clue. Charlotte noticed the thing shortly after Himeko, frowning a bit. That definitely wasn't a normal fox. If she had to guess...made of fire of some sort? It seemed to have fire 'essence' as a part of it. The fox in question merely tilted its head curiously as it was addressed, saying nothing.

Charlotte took a quick look around the area, trying to find anything else out of the ordinary. Specifically the plants in the area. For the most part they didn't look to be anything too different than she had already seen or was used too. She walked some distance away, a small blue flower growing near a few gravestones catching her attention.

"Huh...well look at you..." She quietly commented, running a hand over the flowers. Now this was odd - they certainly weren't like any of the ones growing in Astril.

The small fox, no bigger than the size of Himeko's hand paced back and forth atop the grave for a few seconds, before hopping off and heading off into one direction, taking only a moment to look back at the Tengu before dashing off again.

[User] Himeko just watched the little fox thing, thinking it might be some trick. A Will-o-the-Wisp perhaps. It paced back and forth a few times before hopping off before hopping off and heading in a direction. She looked at it considering her options... But definitely decided that she should chase it considering it looked back at her. Of course, she couldn't just leave Charlotte here... She just got done carrying her not too amazingly long ago but... She did a quick leap over to the girl, grabbed her, and then chased after the fox. "Play along with me here. I feel like we should follow the thing."

[Assistant]
"Hmm, blue petals..." Charlotte tilted her head to the side, running a hand over the stalk of the flower. It certainly was something that was odd. Nothing she had seen yet, at least. Small petals, with a dark green center towards the stamen and pistil of the flower. Shaped like a bell, almost. Some sort of Tulip? Well, she'd take a sample then - "Weh!"

Charlotte protested mildly as she was pulled away from the flower.

"Himeko I was in the middle of research!" She grumbled as she was pulled along. "That's a flower I've never seen before I need to document it." Besides, following a ghost fox seemed to have bad idea written all over it...though not that she could really say no to Himeko in this situation, they had agreed to it after all. So they ended up following the tiny blue fox, the small spirit leading them through the gravestones and deeper into the graveyard until they came to a large clearing of sorts in front of a large, stone pillar that was at least three stories tall. It was covered in moss and vines, with old runes and words craved into it.

In front of it, stood a girl.

Long, elbow length gloves adorned her arms, and her hair was blond and long, hanging freely down to her waist as a purple bow kept her bangs free of her eyes. She was dressed in a long black and red diamond pattered dress, with stockings and heels. The tiny fox ran up to her, poking at her legs to get her attention before running off again as she turned to face Himeko and Charlotte.

"....?"

She gazed at them silently, bright blue eyes studying Himeko and Charlotte for a few seconds before she gazed to the ground.

"....intruders?..."

Her words were quiet, and barely audible. It was difficult to tell from her impassive glance, but she seemed a little frightened.


[System]
Vena said to post my CS in this tab. Yay!
Age: 8 years
Gender: female
Race: half-Ydran

Appearance: Amuné looks like a normal Muran child at first glance. It is only at closer examination that hints of her Ydran parentage. She is on the smaller side, lacking the slight chubbiness of most younglings. Her features have a sharp cast, though her ears are not so pointed that she cannot pass for Muran. Her coloring is washed out, with pale mousy hair cut a little past her jawline and light grey eyes. At the moment, her clothes are ragged and stained, her hair untidy and her face splotched with grime. She travels in the company of Wyth, a large moorcat. a younger version of Amuné

Element Affinity: Luminous (Seer)
Gear: Amuné has next to nothing in the way of possessions.

Brief History: Amuné's parents met by chance as teenagers when Baldur's tribe passed near Amira's village. Amira, who was studying to be a midwife and herbalist under the elderly village healer, came across him and a few others while out gathering plants. She had seen Ydra only rarely, as they didn't often come to her town, and she was fascinated by them and their animals. Baldur found her bold curiosity cute, and he enjoyed the energetic company of someone that wasn't from his people. They quickly became friends, and over the following few years, Baldur would make excuses to go off on his own to see her whenever his travels brought him within a day's travel. Eventually romance blossomed, and a tumble in the woods lead to a child. Baldur had moved on by the time Amira found out she was pregnant, but when he received word following Amuné's birth, he went to join her in the town. He was met with some suspicion by the villagers, as they had limited contact with Ydrans. This never completely went away, but his bright personality smoothed things over for the most part.

The pair were both Magi. Amira had minor skill with healing, and Baldur was a talented Air Magus. He also had a knack for woodwork and other small crafts, and his toys and kites became popular with the village children. Amuné was not formally acknowledged as his, as Amira realized this would make life easier for the child, and the girl had enough difficulty already. Even as a baby, the girl was a bit odd. She would react oddly to what appeared to be nothing at all, and at times her mood would change for no apparent reason. On occasion she was even afflicted with fits where she would not respond to those around her, instead focusing on something only she perceived and saying things that made no sense. Eventually it became evident that, among other things, she seemed to know the outcome of calls for her mother's services as a midwife before Amira returned home. Baldur realized his daughter had an unusual gift indeed: Sight. He'd heard of the occasional Seer but never met one. By this time technology was taking hold, and there was talk of the decline of magic, and the start of tension between Magi and non-Magi. As the victim of low level xenophobia himself, Baldur realized that her power could easily be viewed with suspicion, and imparted to Amuné the importance of keeping it to herself. She took his advice to heart, but cannot always control her visions, nor what she says during them, and there were at least a small number of villagers that figured out she had magic of some sort.

Life was good for the most part, but when the Church of the Nine Saints turned to technology and tensions erupted, as both a Magus and an outsider Baldur fell under increasing scrutiny. The townsfolk didn't mind Amira, for though she was a Magus she was one of their own, and a healer besides, but became more hostile towards Baldur, accusing him of stealing power from their Demacite crystals to use, even though he had all but stopped using his magic. The pair discussed leaving town, but Amira had spent all her life there, and while she was curious about outsiders the thought of leaving everyone she knew terrified her, and she couldn't bring herself to agree. The ill temper and seething discontent encouraged by the Church erupted one evening, and a mob came to kick Baldur out of their village. Amuné was outside playing, and she retreated to her father's side as the villagers confronted him. Baldur ordered Wyth to sit, so the cat wouldn't seem to be aggressive, and tried to talk them down and reassure them that he was not trying to cause harm to anyone. They didn't listen, and when a man who shoved Baldur brushed against Amuné as well, it triggered a vision for her. She said only "the village will be in flames", but that was enough for the riled-up townsfolk. They tried to grab both her and her father, over Amira's protests. With his daughter in danger, the generally gentle Baldur tried to fight off those going after her, using fists and his magic. He was not a strong man, and hadn't needed to defend himself in years -- not since he'd come to live in the village. Wyth made a better accounting of himself, but there were too many for a single cat, however fierce, to fight off. Baldur's aim was to take Amuné and Amira, if the woman would come, and flee, but he was unable to break away from the attackers. Following a solid stab to his hip and one to his shoulder, he told Wyth to take Amuné and run. The last she saw of her parents was her mother trying desperately to reach her fallen father as the mob turned on the woman as well.

Additional info: Frightened by the events immediately preceding her leaving her home, Amuné is more withdrawn than she was growing up.

Name: Wyth
Age: 10 years
Gender: male
Race: moorcat

Appearance: Wyth has an appearance typical to moorcats. He is a large feline, standing nearly two and a half feet at the shoulder, with a thick, slightly shaggy coat of mottled gray and brown, with a lighter gray and cream underbelly. His paws are proportionally larger, to help distribute his weight on the often sodden and muddy ground of the moors and marshland. His eyes are pale green, on the yellower side of the hue.

Brief History: Wyth was the kit of another moorcat owned by a member of Baldur's community. He imprinted on Baldur as a kitten, and has accompanied the man ever since. When Baldur fell for Amira and eventually went to live in her village, Wyth joined them. The moorcat is very fond of their daughter, Amuné, and treats her like he might a kitten.

Additional info: Originally the companion of Amuné's father, he now stays with her and guards her.

[User]
Trying to get out of this place wasn't going to be easy with so much attention on him right now, his identity as a machine only hindering his ability to remove himself from the scene. It wasn't his fault that he was attacked and yet he was being blamed for something he couldn't understand, as if he was doing something bad. He recognised something bad had been done but he didn't know why it had to be him. All of these accusations and all he had done was defend himself. He couldn't tell if he was feeling frightened or his sensors were picking up danger. There was always one problem with being a Machina: not knowing if his emotions were real. There could be no danger at all, but if his sensors were correct he would have to prepare for battle.

Making his sudden dash around the large man he was immediately cut off, the man turning around and grabbing at his collar before pulling him back. Stumbling back on his feet, the Machina stared up with concern as the man immediately laughed. "Who built you then, ehh?? Whose face did you steal, little machine?" the man spoke in a deep, gruff voice, moving when the little Machina tried to get around him, "What's your serial number??"

"That's…not information for you, sir!" the Machina spoke before making a brief run around the man, managing to escape his grasp this time. He didn't know who he was but he did wear a suit, probably a bad decision on his part to run if that was the case. The man wasn't a normal man most likely and looking back he saw an emblem on his suit, one that was usually associated with figures of authority. Gasping upon realisation that he might be in a little more trouble than he thought he immediately spun around, seeing how many of them there actually was.

There was the man and three other men with highly visible weapons who had insisted on approaching him about this fiasco, all of them turning to face him and looking like they were about to run after him if he didn't stop. Now he was in trouble, but it wasn't his fault. He didn't start the fight and it was the man who pulled a weapon on him. As far as he was concerned he was innocent, but apparently not in these people's eyes. Was it really true that he was the bad guy here? There was just no sense to it, especially when he hadn't done anything wrong.

"Look, I-…I don't know what I did wrong, but please leave me alone. I never asked for trouble!" Turning around again he tried to head on his way, but with one quick look again the men starting moving after him. Panicking, the Machina instead broke into a run, pushing past the crowd to try and get out of sight again. Already he was feeling regret for his actions but people were quickly trying to get away from him as well, frightened of what he was while managing to give him a good path to follow. He didn't know whether to be concerned that they were doing this or glad that they were giving him a path.

Making one last look behind him he saw the men were following him, pushing their way past the crowd. This was not good at all, he just wanted to leave and disappear from this place. Turning around immediately he spun around again, not really giving a good look at it before feeling a sudden yank at his leg. Someone had stuck their walking stick out at him which got caught on his leg, causing him to stumble and immediately bump into a young man, falling to the stone floor with a hard thump. He didn't have time to register what had happened, but without much time to get up again the guards were already on the scene.

[Assistant]
"Confound it," Asta muttered as the scene was diffused by the guards rather quickly. Her hand fell still before it could even move to make a cast and she pushed her way back through the crowd to find somewhere else to be. Magi weren't trusted, so she chose not to outwardly utilize her power, choosing to hide in throngs of people when she used making an average event into a more exciting one. Still, she had to find some way to stop the church's power-grab over Magi. Her people would, one tribe at a time, abandon this entire plane of existence. They thought that by leaving it they would be safe from the effects of magic gradually ebbing away... But no, as soon as this world faced such a drastic change, their home plane would almost certainly be next. Either the Church would take it too or the Ydra there would have their own issues with the disappearance of magic. It was all connected and her family and friends just wanted to bury their heads in the sand. Disgusting.

As the crowd dispersed, going back to business as usual, she was able to make it more easily down the street. Was everybody in this town perpetually drunk, or was there a holiday she simply didn't know about? Men everywhere were tottering about and shouting at random people for no reason. It wasn't until she saw a crowd and a few guards chasing after somebody shouting about him being Machina. It was hard to tell, he looked like a normal kid, albeit with some strange equipment to just take out walking. This town was full of drunks and interesting happenstance... All day, it seemed.

She furrowed her brow as she caught sight of an older man sticking his walking cane out and caused the boy to fall straight into somebody in front of him, taking both of them to the ground. She laughed at the comedy of the scene, recognizing the boy and the little girl and her pet by the food stand. They were the ones causing a commotion directly outside the bar. A living Machina, a boy with no sense of direction, and a homeless girl toting a moorcat... Three pretty big misfits all in a pile with the guards converging on them.


[System]
"I am Lady Maria, of house Vicariis. You though, may call me Maria~"
"My, how rude asking a lady her age...hehe, though, I do like a person with a little...directness"
Age:
Appears in her early twenties. (What? A noblewoman never reveals her age~)

"Hoho, I am definitely female."
Gender:
Female

Class:
Noble, daughter of house Vicariis

Appearance:
Standing at a tall five foot nine, Maria has bright red hair that falls just below her shoulders and amber colored eyes. She wears a thick cloak, along with a lose dress. Her arms are covered with thin plates of armor, though it's not used for much protection. The cloak she wears is cloaked together with a bright red gem. She wears loose fitting, though easy to move in pants. A dress isn't exactly good for adventuring in. She is normally seen with her bow.

Personality:
On the surface, Maria appears to be a fairly friendly person. Amicable, jovial, and a little on the flirtatiously salacious side. She doesn't seem to take many things seriously. That said, as a noblewoman she is used to certain...luxuries and comforts. Most notably, servants and getting whatever she wants. Disobedience isn't something she is fond of, and while she doesn't mind getting her hands dirty, it'd be better if you offered to take care of it first if you want to get on her good side.

However, if one were to actually get to know her...well. Lets just say there is a slow boiling anger underneath that friendly exterior. It's not to evident at first, though those who pay attention will notice certain...quirks, she has when speaking to some people. Seems to have a particular hate of Heterochromatic slaves.

Backstory:
The supposed daughter of the well known House Vicariis, Maria has lived a more or less pampered life since birth. Taught in all manner of things such as literature, economics, and other academics, along with the skillful use of the bow. Her life was an easy one. Servants, slaves, and all manner of pampering was given to her. While she never exactly liked such things, she has more or less gotten used to it and has developed a certain expectation that others should do as she says.

However, she has become rather...jaded with the pampered lifestyle of the nobility. So, she is going on the next expedition to the tower whether the others approve of it or not. Not that they'd ever object - House Vicariis is quite powerful, and even if she's not the heir nor the head of the house, she has the political power to make the other people in the house cry like a little baby.

Skills and Divine Abilities:
Bow of Ashes:
An Heirloom of House Vicariis, the bow is able to turn ordinary arrows into ones of fire that are able to burn pierce even the strongest of armored hides. It is said in the past, the bow was burned by a dragon but instead of being destroyed, it allowed for a child to slay it with a single, lucky, piercing blow to the beasts head.

Expert Marksman:
Maria has been trained since she was barely able to walk to wield a bow. Her eyesight is as good as bird of prey, and she can hit a mark from quite the distance.

Light as a feather:
Maria is very light on her feet, and is quite nimble allowing for some fairly impressive feats of agility. Couple that with her expert marksmanship, and it makes her a fairly fearsome fighter at mid to long range. Even close range, if she's careful.

First Aid training:
She has basic training in first aid, and can probably help stitch a wound back together if she has too.

Equipment:
- Bow of Ashes
- Armor plating that covers her arms and upper torso
- Several quiver full of arrows.
- A dagger, though is hardly ever used.
- bandages and other misc. first aid supplies.

-Favorite Food:
Surprisingly likes sweet things.

[User]
[Maria Vicariis]

"I am Albin de Fabrica. Not a literal son of a forge, mind you. Though, it also means craftsmanship, and I most likely come from a line of craftsmen, however, that doesn't matter and I digress," he said, "I have no such idea what house Vicariis is, but that might come more from my focus on metalworking and not people."

This fool didn't know who house Vicariis was? He must have been living under a literal rock to not know such a thing. Well, no matter. She doubted that title would hold much weight to the people out here anyways, not at the moment. She'd just have to make them respect her. Either through hard work and charisma, or fear. Not that it mattered at the moment. She'd have these silly boys at her command in no time. Men were so simple minded, after all.

She watched Albin do something...well, fairly reckless. She couldn't help but to laugh at it, however, even if he had nearly taken off the head of one of their companions.

"My! Certainly confident aren't you." She raucously laughed, moving a bit closer to Albin. "Confidence is good...I like confidence." She offered a smile as she approached. "But save heroics and confidence for when we need them...what would you do if we suddenly found ourselves attacked by a beast, hmm? I suppose it'd be humorous to see you try and beat the thing with your bear hands, but I'd prefer you not die." With that, she walked past him, placing a firm hand on his shoulder as she did so.

"At any rate, we should probably stop fooling around-" Her ears caught the sound of another speaking some distance away. Normally she wouldn't care all that much...if it wasn't for the last part of the woman's sentence. She stopped speaking only for a moment, eyes narrowing at the slave girl, lips curling into a slight frown. What was that...thing doing here? A 'Former Slave'...please. There was no such thing. She realized though, she was staring rather...harshly at the slave though and quickly corrected herself as she turned her attentions back to Albin, also realizing she still hand her hand on his shoulder.

Whoops~

"- Stop fooling around and make progress, hmm? Though, I wouldn't mind...fooling around a bit more when we make camp." She left the meaning of that sentence up to his imagination and left him standing there. She'd retrieve her arrow later. For now, she simply wished to observe the group again for now.

[Assistant]
Lucanas Meretrix
When Kostya responded that he lacked knowledge in the usage of a dagger Meretrix simply nodded. That confirmed the background of the hammerman as a serf who happened to luckily find dragon scale.

"Is it safe for me to assume that you have minimal training in combat? If that is a problem, perhaps we can start sparring by the campfire? I'm sure I can give you some pointers."

Before he could start a lecture however, a cheerful feminine voice popped up in the background. Aisha apparently felt that leaving the city made her free. There were two reasons Lucanas believed that was false.

Firstly, it was extremely obvious she had escaped. The slave didn't have nearly enough gear to suggest she had been prepared for this sort of trip. Secondly, it was in her blood to live a life of submission. Lucanas would consider her free the moment her eyes decided on a single choice.

The servant would make for good company later on the trip when he needed it, and would be a good start for populating his household later. Even if she had been freed, it would be expected for her to carry her weight both literally and metaphorically.

The warrior raised a finger to Kostya requesting a pause in their discussion. He intended to put this girl back in her place, and started heading over to her with a stern look in his eyes.

"You. Over here - NOW!" As he spoke his words went from a firm commanding tone to a loud panicked one. The great axe was suddenly in his hands, the warrior maneuvering himself in between the pair of them and his foe with the precious time he had left, raising his axe to strike.

A massive grey wolf was sprinting towards Eadric and the slave, mouth hanging open, teeth sharp, tongue halfway out as if overly eager to taste their flesh ... and proceeded to jump over all three of them and run away from the party as if they hadn't been there. It would be a lie to say he wasn't nervous and sweating a little, but a lifetime of training kicked in.

"Everybody stay calm. Nobodies injured."

[User]
Eadric Sophus

---

Eadric jumped a bit more than he would have liked at the wolf. It may have just been a Grey Wolf, a dwarf next to some of the Direwolves he'd seen, but it had startled him all the same. As the wolf ran away, Eadric's mind returned to what was going on as the warrior saw the Wolf. He had been telling Aisha, the former slave, to come to him.

Damn the fool girl! he thought. If she had just worn an eyepatch, lied about what she was. He sighed. He was going to have to take her side. He had always taken a liking to the underdog, more fun that way. This might just get him killed though. He couldn't beat any of them in a duel, and there were no guards coming to his rescue if he did something rash.

"Friends. That wolf was small compared to what we will face. Deeper inwards, we'll face Direwolves twice the size and likely bigger. We must be more observant if we are to survive this trek." He took a deep breath. "I've seen caravans across the Kingsroad twice this size forced to turn back. As you know, there is no turning back for us. We will need all the manpower we can get." He made a pointed look at Vicariis. "We may not all be high-born, like our...esteemed Ms. Vicariis." He tried to mask the contempt in his voice. "My point is thus. Smith or Noble. Bastard," he gestured to himself. "or warrior. Slave or base-born. It makes no difference to the wolves. Our dear Aisha may very well have been a slave in the city, and if it pleases you, she can be a slave upon our return. Out here, however, she is a comrade. Nothing more, nothing less."

He was proud of the speech, despite the inevitable repercussions. He decided that since he'd already dug his grave, he may as well jump in. He leaned in towards the warrior and whispered. "I trust that I am understood, warrior?"

[Assistant]
Wow. That wolf... he hadn't seen that coming. Luckily for them that the warrior seemed to be way quicker with his situational awareness than he was - and that there was a lot less aggression in the beast's behaviour than in its appearance.

Kostya totally agreed with Eadric's words, but he didn't intend to do this anywhere else than in his mind alone at the moment as he got the feeling that this could annoy Meretrix. And Lucanas had just offered him to do some sparring, something he definitely needed... "I'd be happy to do so." the serf answered the warrior.

Now, there was one last thing to do. A very important thing though...
Kostya loosened the blade from the tree, turned around and headed for Albin. His voice was calm, but filled with tension.
"What would you've done if this thing had hit me ?"


[System]
Kato is the gray haired boy, Kakra is the blonde girl.

Age: 17

Grade: Second

Biography:
Twins born with powerful blessings from twin gods: Mundas and Celestial. Uniquely, their powers could combine to a degree to be even stronger... but their parents were foolish. At the age of 10, they were cursed by a witch after their parents reneged on a bad deal. The twins were fused together, a large portion of Kato's powers being sealed inside of Kakra... and Kakra was sealed within Kato. Only when on death's door may Kato free Kakra, but if she stays out for too long, the imbalanced powers will caused her to go into meltdown.

Therefore, she must use her powers to heal Kato before it's too late, but in doing so seals herself away.

It's an extremely uncomfortable existence for both of them, as Kakra was always the more dominant personality -- to say nothing of the requirements of Kakra gaining even temporary freedom.

Kato spends much of his time quietly reading, usually occult books trying to find a cure for their situation. Various power users have tried to help them over the years, but so far no one has had a powerful enough ability to counteract the curse.

Suffice it to say, they're also not on good terms with their parents.

Powers:
Core: Sun/Moon Flower
Kakra gains significant power in broad daylight, and vice-verse for Kato at night, and more so under the moon. This manifests as a shimmering field around their bodies that protects them and makes them physically more adept, but if the field is damaged they lose all their strength until they recharge for a short time. While normally their power would be limited only by the length of day and night, due to the curse, even under the moon Kato is weaker than Kakra would be even on a cloudy day, though still slightly stronger than an average person, while Kakra is limited by the impending threat of a meltdown.

First: Overgrow/Shroud
Kakra overcharges herself, gaining absurd healing and increasing strength overtime. She can shed this energy and gift it to others, healing them and reinforcing them, but loses the effect on herself. / Kato creates a null-zone that blocks light and saps the strength of those inside, giving it to himself.

Second: Starburst/Bloom
Kakra creates a small star that grows, becoming blindingly bright and then exploding after a few minutes. This feeds back into Overgrow. She can direct it like a missile when it's ready to burst, or just set it off early. / Kato summons a ring of eight moonflowers, creating a safe zone for all those inside it. Only people he welcomes in can enter it. The flowers slowly shut one per minute until the circle fails. The barrier can be overwhelmed, and weakens slightly as each flower shuts. Is nearly impregnable at full power, however.

Third: Mixer/Eclipse
Kakra can possess Kato to speak for him, but to take control Kato must be effectively dead. When she takes control, she will go into meltdown after about fifteen minutes, but can use altered versions Kato's powers while she is in full control.
Enshroud = Celestial Cloak: She enshrouds another in sunny energy, effectively granting them a reduced but still quite powerful form of Overgrow. She also gains a small portion of the solar energy that person absorbs, further increasing her own growth.
Bloom = Sun Blossoms: She summons a sunflower where she touches. It blooms over the course of a minute and then releasing a fully charged Starburst. She can plant them one at a time, up to only four, and in fairly quick succession.

Eclipse: Kakra can create a singularity that adsorbs sunlight and projects a dark space for Kato. Similarly, Kato can absorb moonlight and then release an orb that acts like a small sun for a short time. This was a much stronger ability when both were free to move at the same time, obviously...

Relationships:
(Assuming it's known publicly to some degree)
Alicia: They've heard she's a witch. Pretty sure she has nothing to do with their problem, but they still kinda dislike her on principle.

[User]
---

---

 Aspirations are rarely achieved by those without initiative. Either you strive to gain what you desire - or you go without it. That's the way the world always has been, and always will be...

 "Move it! Out of my way!" came a voice from the crowd. One of the school's several plazas was quickly filled, almost to the brim, as the concessions cart located near the center open its windows and rang for students to come purchase one of its recent specials - chocolate chip mint ice-cream. "I said move!"

The mass of bodies parted slowly as someone made their way through to the front. Aegus Reister - one of the newest students at the school - emerged from the crowd, waltzing up to the stand as he brushed off his sleeves and coat. When I say move, MOVE, damn it.. he scolded the crowd in thought as he looked down disapprovingly at his shirt, which had been stained by the touch of the commonfolk. Now I will have to throw out this outfit...it was one of my favorite too.. he griped inwardly.

Nonetheless, the white-haired student walked up to the stand and slapped a large bill onto the counter, not bothering to check the value before asking for their special. "Chocolate Chip Mint." he half-ordered. He waited shortly until the treat was delivered to his hands by the vendor. Aegus took off his canvas gloves, tucking them into his inner-chest pocket as he replaced them with napkins wrapped around the cone of his delicacy. He then would turn to continue towards where he normally wandered when it was his free period. However as he exited the other side of the crowd he heard a voice behind him. "Hey, asshole!" it called. "Who do you think you are? We were in line first!"

Aegus continued to walk, completely disregarding the possibility that one of the commoners had just addressed him in such a manner. It didn't seem possible to him.

But soon enough, a tall, but seemingly younger, student soon caught up to him and moved around him to block his path. "Hey, I'm talking to you." he said indignantly as he looked at the young man who was licking his ice-cream with a content face.

Aegus looked up. "Oh. You're talking to me, are you?" he said in an annoyed tone.

"YES!" he exclaimed angrily. "How would you like it if someone just walked up and pushed you out of the way?!" he asked, punctuating his question by shoving both of his palms into each of Aegus' shoulders. It was like shoving a brick wall.

The taller student's face contorted in confusion for a second before he found himself thwacked straight in the forehead by the flat of a broadsword. "SHOO! YOU ARE LUCKY I WAS BURNING THIS SHIRT ANYWAY, PEASANT! NOW GET AWAY FROM ME!" Aegus screamed at him with a now very angry expression, his ice-cream clutched in one hand, and the other occupied by the light sword that was now jabbing the other boy away from him.

He continued walking, and the student didn't follow him - he was too busy holding his throbbing forehead as he looked for stab-marks...while Aegus tried to cool himself down with the cold sugar.

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Aegus soon arrived at his destination - the class he was assigned after this free period was over. He didn't come early to study, or to be a good student, but because he had nowhere else to be. He sat on a bench by himself, now continuing to enjoy his (rather large) treat of mint ice-cream. He watched on as a commotion erupted nearby, a growing group of other individuals had seemed to come across some disagreements, or misunderstanding. He had nothing better to do, so why not eavesdrop?

He examined the few gathering there. The tallest of them seemed quite...different than the other people on the area. He seemed to have an enlarged, clawed arm. Another of them, who had recently arrived, seemed to be some form of...knight? They were an odd sight indeed. But he couldn't tell really what their capabilities were - so he had no clue if they were simple commonfolk, or something greater..

Aegus leaned back, watching the group as he enjoyed his leaf-flavored treat.

[Assistant] [Deleted due to faulty assumptions]

[User]
Sasha

---

The taint of evil she-snakes was all-pervading, a testament on how mere words and acts could rot even the most pure thoughts and flail souls like the wrath of the gods and goddesses mars the flesh of sinners. That accursed hellion who spared no effort in even showing the clothing of her most intimate regions to the foul demonspawn in a moot attempt to cajole him in the unholy alliance, made a remark not unlike a poison barb coated in honey. Sasha's grip around her blade tightened, as the sound of metal against scabbard was heard.

But before she could expose how her heart matched those sinful albeit tasteful panties in colour, a peasant of the most rude persuasion dared interrupt her, with the excuse of importance. A fact the horrific demonspawn tried to capitalize by spouting drivel about judging people not by their appearance. As if! That witch-temptress underwear was proof of her sin! The one called Nid-whatever pressed on, with an offer of food, furthermore.

But she would not waver. Knowing these creatures, they would rather put a vile poison in her dish. Or badly-stewed broccoli.

"Justice never stops, not even against temptresses with hearts as black as their loincloths!" Sasha protested, throwing Alicia a glare with so much righteous fury her cheeks became puffy and her lips curled. Some people called it pouting, but they were uneducated villains.

Reluctantly ignoring the unholy couple (and most of the Nid-whatever drivel), Sasha spun around in her heels, turning to face the person whose demands of attention had broken any sort of etiquette.

"The nerve, peasant! Even if it most important, manners are to be observed. You don't want to end up like the harlot, flashing that black lace everywhere and making awful remarks about hunger just because she is sated by eating men! Nevertheless, in the name of Justice, I shall heed your request." She said, letting go of her sword.

"However, as punishment, you shall shoulder the costs of sating a crusader of Light like myself!" She demanded of Kato, as a second growl came from her stomach. If that stupid manservant of Yuri would not provide, the rude peasant should take his place!

[Assistant]
Alicia

---

Hmph, what a bore.

She had expected more of a reaction from him. But he kept his cool regardless, even after she flashed him her panties. It was almost like an insult for a man to not react at all to the sight of a woman's most sacred garment.

This is why she preferred the innocent types. So much more fun to tease.

And speaking of teasing, it seemed she had successfully teased the little crusader girl. How funny that she was more distraught by her black "loincloth" than Nidgardt, who was a man.

"Oh my, it seems I have accidentally revealed my undergarments due to my improper sitting position. Please excuse me for the uncouth display," she said with a knowing smirk. "And thank you, Lady Sasha, for notifying me of the matter."

She moved her legs around, as if to fix the problem. But she instead exposed her panties even more.

"As for you, dragon boy," she switched her attention to Nidgardt, "What I desire is money, simple as that. A lot of money, mind you. Around the ten digit range at the very least. In dollar, mind you."

With her frightening smile, she continued, "Or, you can give me access to meet someone really really rich in a one on one meeting without their bodyguards and such. I shall take care of the rest."

"So, how about it? Can you fulfill this wish of mine, hmm?"

She had noticed Kato's arrival. But she had nothing to say to the boy. Maybe he could "take care" of Sasha while she's settling her deal with Nidgardt.


[System]
And now, to make sure Misaka doesn't go and blow up half the plot on her own/before other people can get involved...
* Age: 13
* Appearance: "Judgement desu no!"
* Personality: There is one thing that anyone who meets Kuroko knows about her attitude, it's that she is ridiculously, and somewhat worryingly, into Mikoto. It's not just lust, and she's quite capable of being a good friend and highly reliable when her self-control hasn't slipped, but... well, propriety seems to go right out the window when Mikoto's involved.
She's also, despite using overly refined speech for casual conversation, rather blunt with her opinions and suspicions, which means that her tendency to dismiss things such as urban legends and rumours is also quite hard to miss. She's not entirely bad, though, as she's usually quite laid back and has a strong sense of justice. Predictably, this means not backing down when in a losing battle.
* Level: 4
* Power: Teleport. It is, as the name suggests, the ability to teleport objects and people--including Kuroko herself, with her level. Teleported objects have the power to displace whatever's in their destination, which is understandably quite dangerous. It's not an ability without its drawbacks, however: since it relies on eleven dimensional mathematics, it's not exactly a reflexive ability and it isn't possible to pull it off whilst severely distracted. It's also got a weight and distance limit, as well as a delay between consecutive uses. In order to actually have ammunition, Kuroko has metal darts strapped to her thighs.
Making up (somewhat, she seems to always get hit anyway) for her power not being something that you can constantly use is a level of martial arts skill that nonetheless faces a quite unfortunate problem: she's still less than five feet tall.
* History: Kuroko joined Judgement the year before joining Tokiwadai, and after joining said school became rather enamoured of Tokiwadai's Ace. This lead to finding a way to become Misaka's roommate... and subsequently she's ended up as said Railgun's best friend, despite her actions.

[User]
Shirai Kuroko

Now out of the dark alleyway--and with the appropriate authorities contacted to deal with the stunned, and thus easily apprehended, thugs that had been foolish enough to attack onee-sama--and walking alongside Misaka, Kuroko was repeating her oft-ignored remonstration that it was Judgement's job to deal with this sort of thing, and she should really just wait until someone else got there before simply frying everything.

---

Dark Alley: Nadeshiko

If Nadeshiko turned around, she would find herself face-to-chest with a tall youth of highschool age, dressed casually and with obviously bleached hair. His expression whilst looking down at the timid girl was one of barely-concealed irritation at her reaction, but was swiftly pasted over with a much more pleasant expression and a rather sketchy invitation: "Hey, miss, how would you like to help me out with an experiment?"

[Assistant]
Oh god, it's a delinquent!

No matter how pleasant his expression was, Nadeshiko couldn't help but practically jump out of her skin when he began talking. After all, there was no way this wasn't shady. She was in a dark alley, and a guy like this had snuck up on her, and then there was that really suspicious proposition... There was just no way that this was heading anywhere good at all!

"Um... S-s-sorry, um, um, I, um..." The tiny girl trembled, hugging the bag closer to her as she tried to make eye contact with the boy, failed miserably, and ended up just staring at his shoes. "I, um... I d-d-don't, um... I m-mean um I l-l-like... I like g-g-girls and um y-y-yeah um s-s-so um s-s-sorry um..."

[User]
Dark Alley

"Not that kind of experiment... you know, I don't have time to try and talk you into it, you're coming with me," the apparent delinquent stated, taking a drink from the clear bottle that Nadeshiko would have noticed in her futile attempts to make eye contact, "I have a quota to meet."

From Nadeshiko, where there had been nothing but empty alleyway scant seconds before, came a menacing growl. It looked like a big dog, in the same way that a rottweiler looked like a poodle, and there was overall too much of it. Plus it seemed to be stalking towards her, looking quite ready to hurt the poor girl.

[Assistant]
Misaka Mikoto

It was a lecture that Mikoto was really rather used to by this point. The whole time she'd been friends with Kuroko, in fact. Every time she knocked out some thugs who were harassing her, Kuroko gave the 'wait for Judgement' lecture. But wasn't it a lot more convenient to just take care of them right there? It wasn't like they were permanently injured or anything, the shock was just enough to knock them unconscious. And if they were going after someone else, well... she couldn't just stand there and let it happen. She wasn't the type to just let a bunch of thugs do whatever they wanted with someone, it wasn't right.

"They were ticking me off," the brown-haired girl replied, glancing slightly downward at her friend and roommate. "Besides, it's a lot more convenient to take them out without waiting. It's not like there were any serious injuries."

Saten Ruiko

Uiharu was sitting down... and facing the door. That made this a lot more difficult then it otherwise would have been. However, Saten Ruiko was not one to give up! She was feeling particularly energetic today, so there was no way she would back down from this challenge. Besides, there was another girl there, a foreigner who looked like a new recruit or transfer or... something. She would be Ruiko's distraction! Carefully the black-haired girl crept along, eyes on her prize. Uiharu was definitely distracted, there was no way she'd notice before it was too late!

Ruiko carefully maneuvered along the wall... it was not often that a challenge such as this would present itself, especially with this kind of prize! It would only be a few more moments before she was right in position to make her next move... for the briefest of moments before she did anything. Ruiko knew that the new girl saw her when she got in front of Uiharu.

But it was time!

Swiftly, the girl raised her friend's skirt, quickly peering inside.

"Oh, clovers... Is it my lucky day?!"

[User]
With the taller girl finally coming to a stop, Beatrix gratefully regained her breathe, hands gripping her knees as she doubled over. Physical activity was not her best stat, admittedly.

After a few moments, Beatrix straightened her posture and puffed out her chest, smirking condescendingly, "Hmph! Of course I'm fine! A light trot is nothing to me! ...Still, there's no need to rush, so don't go speeding all over the place, will you? It's quite annoying."
Relaying the directions of her dorm to the girl, Beatrix walked onwards once more. Roughly a ten minute walk away, which was just about within her limit. Quite handy when she needed supplies or new frien- toys.

Oh, right, peasants should be rewarded when they actually succeed, right? the young girl suddenly realised. Well, money was hardly an issue for someone of Beatrix' status, but how much did one pay for an escort such as this? It wasn't that difficult, right? But this girl pretty much volunteered...
The arrogant girl continued to ponder this dilemna with a small frown as she walked.

[Assistant]
Murakawa Torako

"Hmph! Of course I'm fine! A light trot is nothing to me! ...Still, there's no need to rush, so don't go speeding all over the place, will you? It's quite annoying."

"Okay~," Tora replied. As they walked, she started talking about a lot of things, running her mouth off regardless of the fact she barely knew the girl. As long as someone was willing to listen, she'd be satisfied. "..so then, I threw a sinker, and secretly Amplified it, but it shot off and slammed upwards to his groin instead! Man, he was walking funny for days..."

It was as if the energy that would have gone to the sprint earlier was now running her mouth. "..and so, when everyone was having fun fooling around in the game, she hit a homerun and exploded the faculty office. So thats why we.. Oh, we're here."

She stood in front of the dorm, her previous fear of being discovered long gone. After all, if her friends do discover her here, she'd only be helping this child out. "So? Do I enter?"

---

Uiharu Kazari

"That would be lovely, thank you. I'll just have some water."

Eh.. Kinda conservative, that choice, but she wasn't about to say that. Perhaps Annette had different taste or some sort of circumstances for her to make that choice.

"Alright. It will just take a minute, so please hav-" She stopped midsentence, as her skirt was suddenly raised.

"Oh, clovers... Is it my lucky day?!"

"H..HYAA~!" Kazari immediately pushed down her skirt, blushing furiously. "Sa..Saten? When did you come here?"

Saten Ruiko was one of her best friends, but she had a habit of flipping up her skirt. She was grateful to Saten for a lot of things, but she did wish sometimes Saten didn't flip up her skirt every time they met.

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Annette sat patiently as she watched Uiharu going about getting the request drink, calm and considerate as always. There wasn't much else to do at the moment, so she spent the time coming up with questions that she could present in a few minutes. Knowing how this place ran would ensure a quick and efficient integration into daily affairs, which was what one should aim for.

There was a tingling sensation in her spine, but she took no heed of it, since it didn't seem strong enough to be a major event. So she'd keep an eye out and otherwise not act on it, without a cause to do so.

Her premonition abruptly and surprisingly materialized as she watched someone come up next to Uiharu and lift her skirt, taking a look at the undergarments beneath. Well, this was...unexpected, and Annette fought back a light blush of her own as the flower wearing girl reacted, understandably not amused by what had just been inflicted upon her.

"Um, does this happen often," she asked from her seat as she watched Uiharu and Saten. They seemed to be friends anyway, and it would be a good time to build up trust between herself and her new associates. It certainly couldn't hurt to find out if she obe concerned about the same thing happening to her.

[Assistant]
Nadeshiko - Dark Alley

Well... At least he didn't want to do that to her. That was somewhat reassuring. But Nadeshiko didn't have time to feel relieved, as, well... There was that big thing, that huge, bear-sized dog-like thing, emerging from the darkness and advancing on her. And, well... Nadeshiko was always rather timid. Even amongst rather non-threatening humans she was prone to anxiety, so when faced with this huge, snarling beast, well... It was something of an achievement that she hadn't soiled her underwear yet, honestly.

"Ah... A-aaah... Wh-what... G-g-get it a-a-away!" The tiny girl trembled, her entire body shaking in fear as the dog slowly drew nearer and nearer, snarling and growling with murderous intent. "G-get... Get it... A-a-away... P-please..."

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This girl really liked to talk, Beatrix noted as they walked onward. It was tough keeping up with her story (plural?), especially when she had that evil sun bearing down on her too. Well, at least she'd deduced that this older girl was obviously a giant klutz! As long as she didn't trip and hurt her new friends, Beatrix would tolerate it.

Soon enough, they arrived at the rich girl's luxurious, outstanding, and enviable... standard-issue dorm building. Definitely far from the standards Beatrix deserved, but she was confident there was a mix-up somewhere. Any day now, she'd be moving into a ten-bedroom suite!
For now though, this was her humble abode. With a haughty "of course!" she beckoned the girl to follow her to her door and inside, where she carelessly kicked off her shoes and walked further inside. To a world infested with stuffed toys and plush dolls, going by the sheer amount lining the walls and occupying sitting space.

"Just stick 'em there," Beatrix pointed to one of the few remaining areas in her small dorm, and walked into the kitchen, assuming the courier girl would leave immediately.

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Sighing, the girl gave up on the point; as much as it was her duty to reprimand Mikoto for her constantly flouting the rules, nothing she could say was going to stick. Really, her onee-sama was so stubborn... not only did she keep shocking thugs that apparently couldn't recognise the most publicised level fives, she never would stop wearing those unladylike shorts underneath her uniform. As for her obsession with a children's franchise...

Wonderful as it had been to talk with her roommate, it didn't escape the teleporter's mind that she had to be getting back to the branch office soon. Uiharu was on her own, since Konori had fallen ill at the most inopportune time. Though maybe she would like to come along, since Saten was likely to be there by now. Plus there was a quite obvious downside to hanging around...

"Onee-sama, I was wondering if you wanted to come to the office with me. After all, it looks like your antics have just shorted out all the traffic lights again, and I don't think you want to be here when Anti-Skill arrives."

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Dark Alley
"Now, why would I want to do that?"

The dog attacked.


[System]
* Age: 228
* Gender: Female
* Race: Sentient Undead (Human)
* Appearance:
 Though at one time as shiny and luminescent as pictured, Tyaethe's armour has lost much of its lustre due to a combination of two hundred years of constant use and an inability to perfectly clean it whilst in use. The result is a blurring of the intricate detailing on the paladin's shield and armour, and the shining metal is now a dull grey verging on black—when not coated in blood. It got cleaned. The scarf obscures how the throat is heavily armoured, beyond what one would expect of such an ensemble.
Though none still in the knights can say for certain what she looks like underneath all the armour, her eyes are clearly an unusually brilliant red and her hair white. Since the armour's on the intentionally bulky side and doesn't come off, it's not quite clear what Tyaethe's height is... though probably over six feet. Currently, she seems to be trapped in appearance as a child... though her armour's size doesn't quite mesh with the old paintings.
* Personality: If there's one thing that all her instructors tried to do, it was to cure Tyaethe of her temper. Fervour and determination in a battle is all well and good but carrying that attitude over to your everyday life? Despite their efforts, it was a fruitless endeavour and the tall paladin is as irascible as ever, though with enough self-control to avoid the worst outcomes.
At heart, Tyaethe is a dutiful knight and a good person. So despite her frequent anger, she has never once backed down on her duties or struck out at a child or someone truly innocent, even if rather aggressive verbally. Her unfaltering devotion to her duty—or anything else, as she seems too stubborn to ever back down—is best exemplified by her continued presence in the Iron Rose Knights, despite the drift from being a religious order.
Something more familiar to the newer recruits than the veterans is her sullenness and risk-taking. Not a behaviour always evident but at the same time a concerning trend, as if her patience for something is running out.
One trait carried over from her normal life is a dislike of being seen out of her armour. Since Elionne's death, this has exacerbated into a full refusal to remove it for any reason short of their first captain's return. Partly, at least, this is to prevent anyone from learning of her undeath and to preserve the idea of an immortal knight.
* Brief Backstory: Tyaethe was born to a minor noble family and, as the only child, was expected to carry on the family's duty as knights. To this end, at the age of seven, her education was entrusted to an important but highly religious duke that owed her father his life. It was for this reason that instead of continuing on to be a squire, the young Tyaethe pledged her service to the church and became a paladin.
As an adult, her strength and steadfast service was admirable, even though her hot-headed attitude caused friction with some of those she had to work with. It was for this reason that she was granted the honour of protecting the High Priestess and, when reports of an incoming force surfaced, left Falthir in order to conduct the fighting when she wouldn't be at risk. Naturally, this backfired and it was only Elionne's intervention that prevented the deception from being successful due to the diversion of the guards.
Owing the maiden for fulfilling her duty where she could not, Tyaethe swore to serve her in life and in death, second only to the goddesses. Part of the Iron Rose Knights since their inception, Tyaethe's death came in a pitched battle where their foes managed to split herself, Elionne, and some less experienced knights from the majority of their comrades.
The reason for her survival has never been perfectly explained. Some of the knights assumed it was just sheer luck and the high level of mana in the region and the more religious assigned it to divine intervention. Some of her detractors have even accused Tyaethe of dabbling in necromancy. As for the paladin herself, she cites her oath and willpower, as well as a refusal to go down whilst Elionne was still in danger. The fact of her undeath has been kept a secret within the knights, to cultivate a reputation as an immortal holy warrior, though doubtless people have guessed the truth.
Tyaethe has been unsurprisingly steadily more bitter since the original captain left, wanting to know why and find out what happened. Despite this, she has faithfully explained new captains their duties and guided them through it, even as the knights have drifted further and further from the religious unit she joined.
* Equipment: Forged nearly two hundred years before, the styling of Tyaethe's armour is antiquated to say the least—though the decorations, obscured as they are, resemble the current pieces made on the behalf of the church. Few people can move efficiently in such weighty protection, let alone adjust to how it restricts movement in order to fight but even going for its vulnerabilities leads to a difficult time in scoring a fatal injury. Of particular note is the one addition made before Elionne left: a reinforced gorget, to make even accidental decapitation even less likely.
Her other armament consists of a sword that most refuse to treat as one and an immense shield. Both are as long as she is tall and the sword itself unreasonably broad and tough; it crushes as much as it actually cuts. The shield, scratched though the design is over the years, contains a wolf rampant in its design—a lesser-used Mayonite symbol.
All three pieces were blessed and enchanted to regenerate under moonlight, since even before Tyaethe's death they took vast amounts of punishment and repairing them manually was prohibitively costly.
* Skills: Raised as a member of the nobility and intended to become a far more ordinary knight, Tyaethe knows falconry, board games, how to ride, and the social graces needed for polite company. All of these skills, save the riding—and that relies on draught horses in her case—are incredibly rusty skills due to neglect. Her literacy and ability to recite scripture on a whim, due to her training as a paladin, are as strong as ever.
In combat, Tyaethe's immense strength and armour leads to an approach best likened to an oncoming tide: she's not the most agile or that hard to hit but actually stopping her or resisting the offence is futile. Her speed can also be deceptive; she chooses to adopt a slow approach for psychological reasons and is more than capable of surging forwards to strike down a threat. Though a shield might seem redundant with such armour, she happily uses it as a second weapon or to force an opening from someone hoping to budge her defence.
With over a century of experience on her side and an initial training in the arts of warfare, Tyaethe is also a valuable tactical and strategic source—provided that you ask her opinion when she's not agitated in some manner and ensure that the reason Tyaethe suggests she be put in the thick of it is due to needing an immovable obstacle.

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Sult frowned, upon hearing the comments of a knight... Gillian? Who said that it was a plan? It was an idea to provoke him. Stupid uppity military types. She cursed under her breath, but managed to utter a "Thank you" to both him and Garret, dedicating a beaming smile to the latter. The barbarian knight had seen through his intentions, proving once that education and clever thinking were two different things.

She had barely any time as she could feel the weight of her blunder -sir Garret pushing her down- as she impacted the ground, letting a surprised yelp as she did so. Crimson. Blood from Sir Garret stained her armor. Crossbowmen.

Oh great, so Sparky was right. I'm not going to live this one down, am I? She bitterly thought, as she eyed the ever changing battlefield. Come on, Sult, this isn't like you. You don't blunder this much. She added as aftertought, her fingers stained crimson with Garret's blood.

Which she licked. A nasty glint in the corner of her eyes appeared. Things were devolving quickly, so she made haste. She got up, and witnessed Garret roar and charge. Wounded beast, much? At least he is clearing a path. It was a sensible option, as she didn't skip a beat in tailing him, her shield and eyes at the ready for more crossbow bolts. One of such penetrated the shield like swiss cheese, but failed to do so through the armor, as it bounced after losing too much of its speed.

I'm your shield, Garret. She added as she pushed herself out of breath, following the barbarian in the mad dash, covering his back while he was wide open. Until it came to an halt, her feet actually slipping slighty upon seeing how the barbarian had leapt like a mad stallion.

Can't clear that jump myself. She looked at the burning tree, biting her lip in the process. She looked at each side of the massive trunk. Running to the sides could take too much time. Fetching something to make a makeshift ramp could potentially take much aswell. She eyed her shield.

Maybe... She skipped a couple of steps, as she began to run. And then she jumped, directly into the log, but with one important difference. She went shield first, weighting herself so she would spin and polevault, sliding across the trunk on her shield.

And falling flat on her face on the other side.

Looked a better idea when I thought it. The taste of dirt invaded her mouth, as her face faceplanted on the battlefield. And she could smell something could be burning. It didn't take too long for her to realize. Her own prized hair was aflame!

"GAH HOT HOT PTEW PTEW" She added, flailing to douse the incipient flames in her hair, and struggling to her feet, scrambling for her sword and shield. Just hang in there, captain. I'm almost there!

[Assistant]
"Teller"
Anton Duboi

Anton ran into the camp on the heels of the knights and aided their forceful push into the center of the camp. Those that were struck with an arrow or crossbow were quickly hauled aside, the projectiles yanked from their wounds, and a bit of healing salve was applied via syringe. Small wounds healed with little effort and saved valuable time. No sooner had one man been aided than seemingly another fell to the ground. But his place was to aid the fallen and aid them he did. The push was solid and the momentum seemingly unstoppable until the group had hit the 'king' chair. Anton had stayed behind momentarily to give what aid he could, trusting the group to handle one man and whatever resistance still stood in the orders way.

Teller gave a knight who had taken a bad cut to the chest a sedative and deftly sewed the wound shut amidst the chaos, his hands slippery with blood but more than capable of finishing the task one stitch at a time. Satisfied, another soldier helped the wounded to escape the confines of the seemingly burning bandit base. It was only when Teller got to the front lines of the fight that he realized something was amiss.
An armored knight in solid plate had been cleaved in half like paper in front of the captain. The beast of a king, Jeremiah, unphased by the numbers against him. A cold shudder spread down the doctors spine but he stubbornly refused to let it go. He was needed.

Anton rushed up the hill as fast as his legs could carry him to get a better vantage. The beastly man, Sir Garett, was trying to force the behemoth of an opponent back while another fighter extracted Fanilly. There wasn't much time and Teller was running out of options. Adrenaline would keep Garett in the fight for so long and there was no time to administer any kind of aid. The doctors sword and likely his spine would be cleaved well in half if he got close.
Last ditch effort.
Anton reached into his pocket and pulled out a quarrel with the numbing solution and loaded it into his hand crossbow. It was a risk, but it was one he needed to take for the good of the order. Those who felt no pain fought on well after their bodies could not continue. Teller aimed his crossbow and fired, the bolt sailing true and straight to collide with the back of his arm in a shallow hit. The crossbow was not effective at piercing, even at close distance, but at this point it just needed to apply its package. If Garett survived and remembered, Teller would apologize to him.

With a bit of luck, and the luck of the gods, the barbarian would only notice his fury and focus beyond his pain. The numbness of the sedation would not slow him down or cause a drowsy effect, as his toxin would.


[System]
Male
Age 31
Appearance
6'2"
Blue eyes
Long neat blonde hair that reaches down to the shoulders.
Bangs can easily cover his face if Felix doesn't keep them pinned to the side.
Felix has a rugged face with scruffy patchy facial hair (constant five o' clock shadow)
Felix wears glasses only for reading, and heavy arch-mage robes.

This is what Felix basically looks like.
I'm
Magician Savant: Felix is well versed in virtually every magic style the Catholic church is aware of. He is a master of both combat and defensive magic, as well has healing magic. Felix has always been exceptional at magic, to the point of even creating his own spell and combat style.
Manaegis: At the age of twenty he created Manaegis, his flagship ability. Manaegis forces latent mana within the user out into a physical manifestation of a bright blue full suit of armor and a weapon. Both the armor and weapon are essentially weightless, but are slightly stronger than steel.
Manalysis: Due to Felix's mastery and large mana reservoir, he has an ability known as manalysis. Manalysis allows Felix to comprehend mana in a way most people cannot. First off, Felix can physically see the auras of other Talents. These auras each have colors unique to the individual's aura. This color has to do with the type of magic the Talent has a mastery in, as well as their personal morality alignment. The size of the aura is directly correspondent to the size of the Talent's mana well. Manalysis also allows him to feel small shifts within mana waves in the air. Nature exudes its own mana waves, which are disrupted by other mana users who have their own magic wave radiation. Felix is able to feel this discrepancy and interpret use it to sense others. He can use this in combat to predict his enemies moves, as well as out of combat to detect mana users. Manalysis while not rare, is very difficult to master to the degree that Felix has.

Felix also has a mastery of spacial magic allowing him to levitate and teleport on a whim.

Felix was born in New York City, New York. When Felix was an infant, the Catholic magi scouts detected a large amount of mana residing within the Felix's household. Knowing about the newborn and the massive reserves of mana held within him, the scouts approached Felix's parents telling them of the situation. Felix's parents, having seen small displays of magic from Felix decided they were not equipped to raise the child and relinquished the custodial rights to the Catholic Church. Throughout his childhood, he studied and lived at the NYC Catholic cathedral. At around the age of sixteen, he showed such prowess and proficiency with magic, that the NYC cathedral had nothing left to teach him, so he was sent off to the Vatican to learn from the best of the best. After studying at the Vatican, it wasn't long before Felix achieved the status of Arch-mage and earned a seat in the inner council. At the age of twenty Felix developed his own magic style, manaegis. After developing this magic style, he was asked to become an instructor at the Vatican and teach others to master the magic style. This is where he resides to this day.

Armor looks essentially like this
But is completely smooth without bolt marks and bumps, and is also a bit transparent as well with a blue ethereal glow.
The weapon looks like this
but completely blue with the same transparency and ethereal glow as the armor

Felix is headstrong, intelligent, and very wise (although only 31 years old). Felix does his best to be passive, but has no problem fighting if he deems it necessary. Felix hardly ever gets angry, and when he does it is always justified. Stuck in his ways, he can be a little too headstrong. This resulted in him not leaving the Catholic church until recently, even though he knew some of the problems the organization had. Felix loves music, and is very musical himself. He carries with him at all times a Hoener Marineband Special 20 B♭ harmonica. He knows how to play the harmonica, piano, and guitar. As a professor, he is very instructive, and is a great mentor. Felix is very friendly and tends to think of everyone he meets as a friend. Even when Felix has a problem with someone, he will not hold any ill-will toward them.

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Travis awoke the next morning face down on his new desk. Stinging from fatigue, his eyes twitched as they slowly opened. He groaned and breathed heavily through his nostrils while stretching back in his seat, finally yawning when leaning as far back as he could. Staring back at the desk's surface, he could see plenty of work and study had been performed at a very late schedule, likely very early in the morning. Travis could vaguely remember taking his notepad to jot down a few words and translated symbols and somehow, he still didn't know how, that turned into full-fledged project. With another groan, he pinched the bridge of his nose and rubbed away and rheum that may have collected before snatching some of the graphs and detailed diagrams to at least see what he had been working on.

As he figured what is was, it was his late-night idea of another experimental rune, influenced by Artos' superb skill in ice magic. Much of the rune's structure of still incomplete but the base however contained the foundation of how the spell would engage. It was very much like his own backdraft rune; influence by scientific know-how and natural physics. This piece of work, what he guessed going by the proposed drawing, would discharge a thick surge of cryogentic fumes, likely to freeze anything almost instantaneously. Notably less explosive than his earlier work but nonetheless still, dangerously, effective. Oxygen appeared to be a main component but so did water too.

He caught a few side notes identifying the possible use of minor water magic in order to achieve the desired effects if dispersed H2O particles could not be produced through the spell. Interestingly enough, there was a side note on the side notes - he must have been very tired at the point to pull something like that - mentioning the possible use of wind magic with his backdraft rune in order to change its effects. To what end though, it did not detail.

"Coffee." Travis said allowed to himself in a demanding and unamused tone, "I need coffee."

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Eventually, Travis made his way downstairs fully dressed and having already showered. Turning to through the lounge and then the kitchen, Travis could see most of everyone sitting at a large table, hosting a wide variety of breakfast assortments atop its surface. The bagels and cream cheese looked particularly appetizing and it pleased him to know there was joe and plenty of it.

"Morn'n partners," Travis declared with one of his father's enthusiastic Southern accented greetings.

It may have not been noticeable at a distance, but once he took his seat, the two small black circles under his eyes were evident enough to illustrate how well he had slept. Despite this, he did his best to maintain a cheery attitude over the clear fatigueness befallen him. Travis produced one of his own and rather large mug and placed it on table before pouring the contents of the coffee pot into it.

Just as he mixed in some creamer and surgar, Travis couldn't help but notice Felix's manadial holographically displaying what appeared to be a local news article though he personally could not make out the headlines from where he sat, "Any funnies?" he asked jokingly.

[Assistant]
Artos Bane

Artos' breathe came in steady a rhythm as he laid on the ice block he had made use of as a bed in Felix's basement, refusing the leisure comforts of the bed for fear of it dulling the winters edge. The other reason was that he was not entirely happy sharing a room close to the other denizens of the house, knowing full well they would not take kindly to how he slept. His dreams haunted him with the dull moan of the winter winds of home, mocking his desire to travel, mocking his weakness for failing to defeat the outcast and joining his little quest. Sleep had been difficult, it was true, but his dreams only made the young man more eager for the fight.

"How small, my world was." He lamented to the ceiling.

Rising from the slab of ice was easy enough as he swung both legs over the side and rose, stretching his back with a CRACK, one accompanied many more times as he worked the stiffness from his joints. Still fully armored, both weapons close by, Artos had not been able to relax and unwind in the unfamiliar dwelling. Thankfully the air of his claimed spot was still cold, not to the point he was comfortable with, but enough to get him used to warmer conditions even if it wasn't by much. Heavy footfalls above was his sign that the others were finally awake as well.

From the basement he emerged, the area of absolute zero followed him as he crossed the room to where everyone was eating, the tantalizing smell of foreign foods tingled his nose with delight and made his mouth water but forced him to stop dead in his tracks. The ice around his feet he had not noticed made him realize that if he went any further these people might be enjoying an unpleasant sensation and a suddenly very cold breakfast treat. Artos cleared his throat and called from across the room.

"Master Felix, good morning."

He bowed low to his superior as his cold aura became focused on a small area around himself, hoping that any damage he had caused would be easily fixed. After his bow, he took an available seat away from the others as best he could. No sense ruining the meal by accident. For food, it was hard to choose which to try first. Everything on the table smelled incredible but Artos refused to enjoy it, choosing instead to have a glass of tea which went from steaming hot to cold in moments, along with some bread and cheese. Simple fare he was familiar with, though the cheese was much more vibrant than what he was used to.

"Everything is so strange here." He mused quietly as he took a bite of the bread, determined not to let his feelings about his home mix up his new found experiences.