[System]
Gender: Female

Age: 19

Appearance:

6'0 | 150 lb.

Rank: PFC

Class: Lancer

Weapons and Equipment:
* Lancaar-MSH 01
* Ragnaid (Small)
* Pistol (The type Alicia used at the ruins; was that close to a Makarov or a TT?)

Personality: Emmaline is best described as a businesswoman who brings stricture and a worker's mindset in and out of the field. While she comes off as overly serious, sometimes cynical, and often sarcastic, she does have her soft moments when confronted with death, which she views as "just another goddamn door for the reckless or the hopeless". She fears it as much as the next woman or man, but in her self-righteous perspective, she believes she should be right next in line to the Darcsens, if not in front of the Darcsens, if possible.

That being said, she isn't going to give any special treatment to anyone that's still alive when the dust clears, regardless of what happened in their childhood or the last 25 seconds.

Bio: Emmaline was the overseer of a grain field and mill by the time she was 18, and was already considered in an arranged marriage. The eldest of four sisters, Emmaline had to hop between taking care of herself and her sisters while her parents tried to ascertain the best match between the three Muller brothers.

It was quite unfortunate to say that they took the Muller cousin, who lied about his wealth and played coolly the poor man against his three cousins. Emmaline was a little more than disappointed, but at the time said nothing.

Then the war came about, and the Muller cousin fled to avoid the draft. Emmaline wasn't going to stand for that. In a fit of anger, she burned their small cabin and stomped back to her village, only to find it under attack. One thing became another and soon, she found herself dropping grenades into the hatch of a tank.

There was a certain satisfaction about explosives one could get from using them. Maybe it was the comfort knowing that if the shrapnel, the fire, or the force was failing, the shock from the results thereafter would demoralize many. So when she, amongst a slew of other young people flooding in, was sent to the Academy, she found her calling as a Lancer.

RP Sample:

Emmaline frowned as she rolled the head of a wheat plant between her fingers. Today's year was extremely good, since the crops were much hardier than the last three. They had almost grown wild without her employees noticing, and so the harvest was more of a mad rush to reap, thresh, and process into what would be fine flour for the Capitol.

It came to her as odd that if she did meet the production quota, she was to send every seed of that strain to the Capitol too. In other words, she was playing roulette on whatever she could muster or send back. Policies like this made her blood hard-boil, but if she was only reborn as a man...well, then she couldn't wear dresses, couldn't she?

Appreciate your given life, her mom always chimed, but Emmaline always felt she was making withdrawals from a bank of time. This life of a lady wasn't to her liking, but her brain couldn't frack up any alternatives under that straw-colored hair, so here she was.

A wail from inside the mill told her someone had just soiled themselves again. Children these days...

[User]
Private Zeal Ashart

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The rubbery sensation of his leather gloves tasted bitter and salty, but at least it was something to focus on. The APC wasn't a pleasant place to be in, really, and already, Zeal's mind was going into overdrive, thinking of how much it'd suck if they landed on a mine or something. He needed things to take his mind off his death scenarios, and, thankfully, someone finally struck a bit of conversation, asking if anyone else had fought the Imperials before.

Judging by the general range of responses though, it seemed that most of them were greenhorns that hadn't actually gone to the field. Oh, that was good. Though the ash-haired Shocktrooper didn't care much for that Lancer babe's random racism, he had to admit that he didn't mind an experienced woman. He rolled up the sleeve covering his left arm and revealed the scar that the bullet left, before saying, casting away the nervous tension in his voice, "I was a Scout for the first part of the war. Did a good job, and even took a bullet for a sniper. 7th Platoon's Ilya Meredith, if any of you want to confirm my act of bravery. Then they took me back into training because they were running out of Shocktroopers, so here I am."

"Used to be a precise shot, but now I'm a quick shot."

At that, he spared a smile of his own, amused by his own random joke.

[Assistant]
Evan's Post
Evan smiled as he drove the APC down the road, happy that the new recruits were getting along, or at least getting along as well as they could with a Darcsen in the group. Damn his sleep addled brain, he was clearly not thinking straight when he invited her along. Eh, might score him some points with the OTHER damn Darcsen that sent him on this mission, though. From the conversation in the back, though, it didn't sound like Bons had done a very good job of explaining the mission/situation to the greenhorns.

Banging on the crew compartment, Evan yelled back to said driver. "Hey Bons! Take over drivin' for me, would ya? Gotta explain the mission to the new guys." Once the APC had pulled over and the two drivers had switched, Evan climbed into the APC and stood at the front with his foot up on one of the seats. He was tired and did not have the best judgement at the moment, so perhaps what he was about to do was not a good idea... But there was no way in hell he was going to give a boring briefing like the ones the Darcsen or the Captain. Raising his voice, he began his speech.

"Alright ladies and gentlemen, listen up. In a weeks time, the Gallian army will be launching an attack on the Imperials defending the city of Vasel. The imps will be dug in pretty well so to prepare for this attack, squads like us have been sent out to capture important crossroads, scout enemy positions, and potentially assist in the attack if the army starts losing too many soldiers." Well this wasn't working at all... Sure, he'd told them their task at hand, but it was turning out just the same as the Darcsen's briefings... Hmmm...

Raising his fist into the air, Evan began speaking in a much quicker and more spirited voice. For some reason, he'd always wanted to do something like this. "Our Captain, our Army, OUR GREAT COUNTRY, HAVE GIVEN US THE TASK NOT TO LET THE ENEMY TO RETAKE OUR CROSSROADS AND TO SLAUGHTER ALL WHO APPROACH WITHOUT HESITATION OR MERCY!" A pothole in the road shook the entire APC and nearly sent Evan tumbling to the floor from his unstable position. Never the less, he maintained his balance and continued on, waving his arm out in front of him this time. "THE IMPERIALS ARE NOTHING COMPARED TO SQUAD 4! IF ANY RETURN TO FIGHT US, WE WILL CUT THEM DOWN AND SQUASH THEM LIKE THE DISGUSTING INSECTS THEY ARE! AND WHEN THE MAIN ARMY DOES FALTER, IT WILL BE OUR JOB TO PICK UP THE PIECES. IT WILL BE SQUAD FOUR THAT CAPTURES VASEL AND GAINS THE RESPECT AND ADORATION OF THE ENTIRE NATION! DOES AAAAANYONE HAVE ANY QUESTIONS!?"

After answering any questions that came to the best of his abilities, Evan sat back down and chuckled to himself. For some reason he'd always wanted to do something like that. After chugging half of his canteen (his throat was thoroughly parched now), Evan banged on the drivers compartment again. "Hey, make sure not to hit any more o'those potholes, Bons. Ya nearly tossed me outta the APC." Said ribbing of the driver completed, Evan sat back and closed his eyes, hoping to get at least a little nap in before they got back to the crossroads.

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"DARCSEN!" Evan crashed through the door to the house that the majority of squad 4 was holed up in. Following behind him were the trio of recruits... and Bons. Waving over to the sergeant (who again looked thoroughly displeased with his entrance), Evan made a grandiose bow and stepped aside to showcase the new group of people who would be joining them. "I come bearing gifts in the form of more peons! Hey girls,... and guy. This is Sergeant Harald, otherwise known as Darcsen. Darcsen, these are..." Evan motioned for the group to introduce themselves. Would probably be best to get everyone acquainted ASAP. Once the introductions were finished, Evan thumbed towards the west side of the crossroads. "In case you're wonderin', we parked the APC behind one of the buildings over there. Figured the imps would be less likely to spot it when it's on our side of the buildings. Now. What else ya want from me?"

The power nap had done wonders for Evan, and even though he knew it would only last for a short while, he fully intended on making the most of his (temporarily) renewed energy. Bringing Bons along had turned out to be a great idea. They'd even made good time, arriving a couple hours after noon, rather than in the evening that Evan had expected. Things (at least for his mini-mission) had surprisingly gone better than planned.

[User]
Private Alonso Bons, Gallian Militia

Of course, it would be the Darcsen that answered first. It galled him that she had been accepted into the Army when he hadn't met the cut, but Alonso kept that little titbit to himself. Darcsen or no, at least she was Gallian. Better than some. The next woman echoed his unspoken sentiment, albeit with a bit more distaste than he would have used. Her other comment confused him though. 'Other action...? What, border guarding or something?' Alonso's confusion was rooted in his utter lack of experience, more so because his parents had been violently traditionalist and homophobic. The idea of a woman bragging about sexual conquests? Blasphemy. As he was trying to figure out the hidden meaning, the others chimed in. The lancer spoke his language at least. 'You should'a been there last night then. We near enough got wiped by a tank.' Despite the terror of the experience, he couldn't help but feel a flash of pride for delivering the killing blow. 'I got the bastard though, just about.'

Alonso sat back to chug some water as the fourth and final recruit said his piece. Once again the innuendo went well over his head, but something he said sounded off. 'Wait, first part of the war..? It only started two weeks ago! Must have been a light wound then.' He squinted at the Shocktrooper, wondering if maybe he had simply grazed his arm rather than actually get hurt. Unfortunately the meathead interrupted their conversation before he could ask any awkward questions. 'Yeah, yeah...' Once they switched around and got on the move once more, he tried to tune out the booming voice behind him. Didn't really work. Hell, when Carn went into full Sergeant Gusto mode, Alonso jolted the steering wheel in shock. 'Calm down, you old cunt...', he growled under his voice. 'At least try to be quiet.' Technically they were still in unsecured territory. Never knew when another Imp patrol might find them. Carn's 'encouragement' didn't help either and truth be told, he wanted to run into every damn pothole he could find, just to spite the bastard...

An hour later they trundled into the village of Le Haye Sainte, a veritable wreck of a place. Half the buildings were damaged or destroyed and smack bang in the middle of the road stood a wrecked tank. A pillar of smock rose from one of the farmhouses, in fact the only one left standing. 'End of the road guys. Squad's probably in there, rock up and follow...' Carn had already bounded off the APC and his characteristic voice boomed from inside the house. '... Valk's sake. Just go in there.'

Sergeant Harald, Gallian Militia

Having made damn sure that everyone had gotten a decent cup of stew, Harald was finally pouring his own portion when the door suddenly exploded inward. 'Fucking hell Carn, learn how to knock man!' What was left of his lunch dripped sadly from his upturned tankard and he sighed a deep, resigned sigh. 'Yes, yes, thank you very much Carn. Take Bons and Glaive and start laying those mines. Remember the briefing? East and west roads, about ten per side.' When he had finally gotten rid of the nuisance, he turned to his newly acquired squad members. 'Well, good morning and welcome to Squad Four. I'll be frank, I don't know how he managed to get so many of you. What did he do, just kidnap you or something?' He leant back against the kitchen sink, sipping a cup of tea with a bemused, if tired smile. 'As PFC Carn mentioned, I am Sergeant Harald, your new squad leader. Squad Four has no officer, don't ask, don't know why. I've had to pick up the slack, so I'll be relying on you all. I look forward to working with you.' Giving a little bow, Harald couldn't help but notice the high percentage of women in this new cohort... Not that it was anything new to the squad, Hell, half of the men had quit or been transferred already. Maybe the Captain's just an old lech, he thought amiably.

[Assistant]
After returning the terse, but curt nod, Emmaline walked to the window and took a peek at the smoldering battleground outside.

"...got any orders for us right now, sir? I could help with the mines...or the wounded, if there are any."

She wasn't sure what to quite make of it, considering she had just stumbled upon what might've been an extremely terrifying battle. Sure, they won, but she forgot to keep her eyes open for any injured or dead troops.

That, and there were still piles of rubble in the plenty. Undoubtedly, there would be a corpse or an unconscious soldier underneath. With the current effort and quietness, though, she wasn't sure if they could spare the time before...perhaps another Imp attack would drive in?

Could they have even relayed the battle results that quickly? Sure, they had radios, but in the thick of things...


[System]
"Broadsides" Captain Cedric D. Boone - Captain/Navigator/Marksman
Bonesword "The Mushroom Kid" - First Mate/Swordsman
"The Wolf of the Blue" Caesar Inu - Fighter
"Black Hood" Dirk Messir - Scout/Thief
"Oilburn" Slick Drake - Cook/Weapons Engineer
Lilliana Merrycure - Scientist
"Fitness" Feya Nelson - Doctor/Nutritionist
Wafer D. Kite - Shipwright

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Enemies
Shrimp Brigade, Division A
The Vice's Strongest attack force
Specialize in teamwork, coordinated strikes, and ballet dancing.
First encountered in South Blue when they boarded the Rum Runner via torpedo designed for human transportation. Displayed supernatural levels of teamwork and awareness, when sufficiently injured would vanish and reappear from another member. Discovered to be one man that ate a devil fruit.
Quirks: See themselves as superheroes, protectors of the innocent, rather than bounty hunters. Have a flair for dramatic poses. Never go anywhere without theme music.

"Shrimp Brigade" Shotaro Saban
The Vice's first mate
Fifteen foot tall goliath of a man, ate the waru waru no mi, turning him into a split man.
The true form of the Shrimp Brigade, a single man that ate a devil fruit allowing him to split himself or any object he touches into multiple copies, at the cost of each copy having a fraction of the original's power/ability/intelligence/all other traits. While relatively friendly and balanced when split into the Shrimp Brigade, Shotaro Saban goes crazy with power and egomania when all together, a trait not entirely unearned. Displays insane strength and durability, once he took his "prime" form, he alone requires the entire Red Rum crew to defeat. Turned on Krabbe's crew, declaring his assault as the judgment of Justice, and that only the innocent would survive. Is ultimately defeated by the Red Rums and John Krabbe teaming up, but escapes and reveals he has other body copies out in the world.
Quirks: Sincerely believes he has the muscles of a god and that his wrath is divine judgment. Anybody he kills is justified because only the wicked can be harmed by his "godly might." Has an incredibly tiny head for his massive body. Is very self-conscious about it.

Shrimp Brigade Pink Mizu Shikihara
Cipher Pol 8 Agent
Agent of the World Government that had signed up to be part of Shotaro Saban's Shrimp Brigade, now shadowing the Rum Runner
Little is yet known of this government agent, but he is a master of disguise and expert spy, as well as proving to be extremely fast.
Quirks: Overly flirty with women. His immense pride causes him to think he's god's gift to the world, so everything he does warrants a "your welcome."

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Allies

Bartholomew K. Runch "The Cereal Killer"
Captain of the Krunch Krew
User of the Bori Bori no Mi, the Crunch Crunch Fruit
33 million berry bounty

"Flying" Smith Smithson Smithington III
First mate of the Krunch Krew
Master of Ninja Arts

Hachirou H. Hachirou "The Beast King"
Navigator of the Krunch Krew
User of the Neko Neko no Mi: Model Lion, the Cat Cat Fruit: Lion

Wutong "Malpractice" Ken
Doctor of the Krunch Krew
Master of Drunken Boxing

Joanne Schrodinger "Trickshot Jo"
Sharpshooter of the Krunch Krew
Strong Independent Black Woman Who Don't Need No Man

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It's Complicated
John Krabbe "The Vice"
Professional Bounty Hunter
Last captured pirate worth 25,000,000 Belli
First encountered in South Blue aboard his ship, the King Crab. Battled Red Rums to get their bounties using his customized warship the King Crab, incredibly strong and resilient, battles with both a sword and special armor with a crab claw vice. Engaged primarily with Fitness Feya until his first mate went mad with power. Battles alongside the Red Rums to defeat Shotaro Saban, losing his trademark armor and weapon in the process. After the battle, let's the pirates go without further conflict, even giving them a log pose.
Quirks: Though devious and with legitimately sound plans, always ends up accidentally telling the enemy what the plan is, either by monologuing or forgetting the microphone is still on. Frequently forgets about his claw and tries to use it for things only a normal hand can do.

[User]
Dirk Messir - Blue Cheese 'n' Mac, 'n' Blood
Yellow was dead. Or, like, injured, but it was in the neck. How dare he survive. Dirk was stronger than him. Rokushiki was the strongest martial art. He has the power.

You have nothing, Dirk. You're worthless.

And you have idiot, Derek, Dirk said in his brain, because he doesn't want to say it out loud when Blue armour shrimp man is searching for him. Oh noooo. What poor luck. For him. Because he's about to get unlucky.

You don't know what that means Retard! How can you fight when you don't know things Fool!

...I don't know. I still have to fight the man, though. I went up behind him again, only moving when the Divine Purpose said he should, duckdoging if necessary. He hits the headcrab, in the neck with a 'Shigan,' and Jimm is okay, but his head neck wads cut. Maybe? Proberley. And if it wasn't and his finger was cut instead, Dirk just hides again and makes sure to wahtc where he swings at me, just kidding thanks.

Ha Ha, They Laughed!

That's the idea, Big Guy. But not out loud because otherwise the Divine Purpose wouldn't be being been properly.

[Assistant]
Slick- Oh! Kawaii Shrimp Brigade Red Challenges Slick!

Slick's cannonballs bounced off of the ship with a solid plink as Slick loaded in the next cannonball. His heart sank as he realised the big enemy wasn't on fire. "What? That's no fair... NO FAIR! NO FAIR NO FAIR NO FAIR NO FAIR YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO BE ON FIRE I'M GOING TO LIGHT YOU ALL ON FIRE AND LAUGH AT YOUR BURNING CORPSE AS I REACH THE HEIGHT OF ART!" He banged his hands on the cannon over and over, slowly aiming it higher and higher until it was pointed directly at the sail of the King Crab. Slick was furious as he lit the fuse and pointed at the only available thing to light on fire. BOOM! One last cannonball was fired at the exposed mast of the ship, it's sole purpose in life to burn down the King Crab's only method of moving.

"Shrimp Brigade Red, Voice of the Heavens! Here to bring you to justice!" Slick turned, ready to immolate any who would dare stand in his path. Until he saw the pose. All of Slick's rage disappeared as he too moved into a bizarre pose. "Halt villain! Your twisted justice has no place on this grand blue ocean! I, Green Pirate Slick, will not tolerate your oppression!" He then looked at Bonesword, still in position, and nodded dramatically. "All right White Ranger Lilyhammer! Get into your pose and prepare for battle!" Slick yelled, completely ignoring the tree that just sprouted out of nowhere.


[System]
Gender: Male
Birthday: Nonae Maiis ('Nones of May', May 7th), 55 BC
Age: 23
Height & Weight: 179cm, 79kg

Appearance:
Generally carries the same build and fair complexion of Roman youth, although one toughened by his early adult years of service in the Roman Army. Possess a well-trimmed crop of black hair underneath his helmet and his blue-irised eyes are usually focused on either the enemy to his front or the immediate task at hand.

Weaponry
Gladius Hispaniensis (early Roman legion sword)
Scutum (shield)
Two pila (weighted javelins); and
Pugio (dagger)

Armour/Uniform
Lorica Harmatia (chain mail)
Republic-era legionary helmet with cheek-plates and tri-feathered plume
Greaves
Balteus (sword belt)
Caligulae (hobnailed boots)
Short-sleeved woollen tunic
Focale (anti-chafing scarf); and
Subligaria (underpants)

Sarcina (military pack), mounted on a furca and containing the following:

Cloak bag, containing both of the legionary's cloaks (a sagum and a paenela),
Approx. two weeks rations and personal waterskin (usually with enough water for a day's march),
Spare tunic and subligaria,
Cooking equipment (cooking pot, mess dish, cup and basic utensils),
Entrenching tools – dolabra (entrenching tool or mattock), turf-cutter and wicker basket,
Two sudes (wall stakes), for constructing a marching camp's (castra) wall; and
Titus' personal effects, such as letters, personal items, effigies of his patron gods and so on, contained in a small satchel.

Assets: None … at least, for now.

Merits:
Five years of campaigning, garrison duties and the odd clash with the Gauls has hardened Titus into an aspirant Legion officer. Generally calm in the face of the foe and able to act on his own initiative if a tactical opportunity presents itself.

Flaws:
While capable of acting on any orders given to him, the hardest one for Titus to ascede to is for a withdrawal or to give ground to the foe; as a Roman and a legionary, he believes that to retreat in the face of the enemy without due cause is cowardice. As a result, it usually requires either one of his fellow Legionaries or his cohort's Centurion to reiterate an order to fall back for Titus to do so likewise; a trait that has already seen him 'dressed down' by his centurion three years ago and one that Titus finds difficult to suppress.

Additionally, while he recognises his adopted noble heritage, he currently doesn't possess any major drive to become a member of the Senate. He instead prefers to work his way up the Legion ranks and focusing on his merits rather then political connections - this results in him usually shunning political contacts and leverage when it would otherwise be advantageous him.

Tragic Flaw:
None, at least by the time this story begins. Time and the strands of Fate, however, can only tell.

Personality:

As an adopted son of a patrician family, Titus usually does his utmost to uphold personal and military standards to the highest feasibly possible. Conversely, he is no Stoic and will usually avail himself of the odd hard-one reward or luxury gifted to him by his commander for exemplary service - his increased pay as a decanus could be interpreted as a reflection of that.

Generally, Titus has himself "squared away" and will knuckle down to focus on whatever assigned task is ordered of him. Perhaps reflecting his traditionalist upbringing, he had possessed a firm faith in the Senate and its members - confident that they were capable of doing good and holding a fracturing Republic together. Such faith, however, had been badly shaken and, as a result, Titus transplants such devotion to the gods of Rome.

As part of his piousness to the gods and while doing his utmost not to neglect all of them, Titus usually dedicates his prayers and small sacrifices to three of the main Roman pantheon:

Jupiter – God of thunder and head of the Roman Pantheon. Prayed to as patron god of both Rome and the army (though it goes without needing to explain why),

Minerva – Goddess of wisdom, war and strategy. Prayed to for success in battle and as patroness of the XIX Legion; and

Diana– Huntress of the gods and goddess of the woodlands. Prayed to for protection against the beasts (and, it could be argued, barbarians) that prowl the Gaelic woods, as well as for good fortune in his own expeditions. Thus far (save for open clashes against the Gauls), it seems Titus has remained in Diana's good graces.

Culture and Country:
Latin
Tusculum (original family), Etruscan-Roman (by adoption)

Languages: Latin

Public Record:
Currently not a lot is known in the wider public record regarding Titus. However, according to legion records, Legatus Gaius Varus promoted the legionary to Decanus in 33BC. The general cited Titus' improvised command of his contubernium during a reconnaissance assignment in Gaul, which resulted in the legion able to prematurely ambush and wipe out a major Gaulish force while they were encamped.

It later emerged that this barbarian army had been the fighting force of one of the last Gaulish holdouts in Amorica (modern day Brittany); said community would be subsequently 'flattened' by the 19th and the nearby 15th Legions after a second battle two days later. On viewing the burning remains of the town, Titus boasted to his centurion, "Caesar would have been proud: all Gaul is now Rome's!"

Private Information:
As he had been part of the Roman Army since adulthood, not much regarding Titus' private life (outside of the legion's camp duty and the extremely rare temporary rotation back to Italia) seems worthy of note. While his adopted father had encouraged him to pursue an office in the Senate, the presently-toxic environment and the constant duties away from home have actively discouraged him from pursuing a political career so far.

Loyalty:
II Contubernium, V Centuria, IX Cohort, XIX Legion 'Scions of Minerva' - an Octavian-affiliated Roman Legion

While he personally opts for a stable form of Pompeian-minded government compared to the present upheaval, the 19th Legion has declared itself for Octavian and Titus cannot renege on his enlistment. As a result, he is swept up in the Civil War between the Triumverate nominally on Octavian's side.

Political Rank: -
Military Rank: Legionary Decanus (II Contubernium, V Centuria)

Skills:

WARRIOR

Infantry
Light Weapon (Gladius Hispaniensis) (Trained)
Light Weapon (Pugio) (Knowledgeable)
Shield (Scutum) (Trained)
Armour (Lorica Harmata) (Knowledgeable)

Skirmisher
Throwing Weapon (Pilum) (Trained)

OFFICER

Tactical
Personal Initiative (Knowledgeable) (only applicable to II Contubernium at this time)

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Fate:

Miracle:

Legion Number: XIX Legion ('Scions of Minerva')
Legion Founded: 19th March, 108 BC

Legion's Founding Region: Roma, Italia
Current Posting: Amorica, Gaul
Patron God: Minerva
Legion Emblem: A depiction of the Owl of Minerva surmounted on two crossed pila, with the Legion's number (in Latin numerals) underneath.

Legion Legatus: Legatus Gaius Cominius Varus (former), Decimus Aelius (current)
Style of Leadership: The former legatus in command of the XIX did not stand out from many of his contemporaries; like other legates, he's a stern disciplinarian, a drilled tactician and strategist and no slouch when it came to wielding the spatha from his mount. He had recognised the usefulness of the recently-formed 11th Cohort and generally allowed their commander a bit more battlefield independence.

Of course, there's always a metaphorical rod at the ready to reign this ticking battlefield time-bomb back in; as a result, 11th Cohort members are entrusted with the same expected discipline as the rest of the army. They are not driven into the ground as slaves, but they are expected to face the same penalties as the other cohorts - even if it should mean the rare (but bloody) decimation.

Previous Actions:

- Participated in the latter stages of the Cimbrian War (then known as XXII Legio) from 107 BC - 101 BC. Was on the Roman Order of Battle at the Battles of Aquae Sextiae (102 BC) and Vercellae (101 BC).

- Revived in Rome during the Social War. Fought in the Third Servile War at the disastrous Battle of the Colline Gate against Sulla - predictably, they and the defending Roma-Italians lost. XXII Legio subsequently disbanded.

- Legion resurrected and renamed as the XIX Legion 'Scions of Minerva', at the outset of Julius Caesar's campaign in Gaul in 60 BC. Legion fought alongside Caesar throughout Gaul until the campaign's end in 50 BC; remained in the region to preserve the Pax Romania and to put down any rebellion attempts or resisting communities the Romans had overlooked.

11th Cohort Composition: Drawn from both Italia and (when possible) from Gaulish levies within the occupied provinces. Similar to a "line" legionary cohort, though with their own methods of fighting and own command structure at centuria level. Typically armed and armoured like the main-line soldiers, though they are allowed a limited increase in scope of uniform dress - it is their ability and disclipline that, at the end of the day, will count the most.

11th Cohorts Primus Prior: Centurion Primus Tiberius Marcius Corvus (Legion liaison), as-of-yet unidentified Centurion Priestess (de facto)

[User]
Road To Knowledge

3 Lions? Check

3 Boars? Check

Jocasta? Check

Revi? Check

Godelvia was ready to go. She didn't feel the need to bring a lot other than her precious pets. Well, her precious pets and Jocasta. She didn't really do anything, including playing, which meant she was rather boring to hang around. Godelvia wouldn't be too mean to her bird, it always did what it was told.

"Jocasta, I want you to keep constant look out around the ship. If you see any boats, storms, or anything like that coming, warn us."The bird flew up into the sky, and would serve as the lookout for now. No response, not even a little bird sigh. There just wasn't any fun with Jocasta.

Once she was saw Jocasta safely in the sky, she looked over towards the other maid of Odin. A "famous" warrior, one who willingly partook in battles against slaves. Once they reached land, they would surely be safe with her around, as well as Godelvia's very own pets. The sea was supposed to be what Godelvia was an expert at, given her relationship with Ran, but she truly wasn't the best equipped for naval battle, just navigation.

At the very least, they would have mostly calm waters as long as she was around.

"Gladiator, would it be possible if we could rotate between our ravens scouting out the areas ahead? Jocasta will eventually need to rest. "

She should probably introduce herself to the rest of the crew, but she was to antisocial for that. It was amazing that she managed to ask the Gladiator to assist her.

[Assistant]
Agripena retched over the ship's railing for what seemed to her like the twentieth time. She had never been on a ship before, and it seemed that she was suffering what the sailors termed "Neptune's Curse." Put simply, this was a trip from Tartarus, and her destination might be even worse. Or at least more isolated.

She managed to lift her head from the vomiting long enough to get a look at the horizon. The last hour or so had apparently gotten them close enough to see the shores of Britannia. The Priestess whispered a prayer to her patron. "Thank you, Ceres."


[System]
Character

Age: 19

Bio: Having been born just a few years after the Heartless and Nobodies appeared, life wasn't exactly easy. Mai's father was a part of the New Shinsengumi, and her family needed someone to succeed him should he fall in battle. Being the only offspring of her parents, she was raised and trained in the ways of the blade. Her dexterity proved to be a challenge at first, as being a southpaw in a group of orthodoxes meant that everyone would have to adjust for her, and her to them as well whenever they would spar or be partnered together. While she never neglected her studies and duty, her only wish was to be able to travel the world on her own.

One day after finishing her duties, the city her family was living in was suddenly invaded by a horde of Nobodies. Although she was told to preserve her strength and help with the injured, the sight of her father being wounded in battle sprung her into action. With a quick swing of her blade, the Nobody that had injured her father disappeared into nothingness. What she had in hand however, was no longer the blade that she had been practicing with, but rather, a Keyblade. No one knew what it actually was, but it was capable of defeating the Nobodies and Heartless that had been plaguing them with moderate-to-little effort.

Shortly after, Mai was frequently brought out into the fray due to her ability to combat the Heartless and Nobodies more easily thanks to her newfound weapon. Although her parents were against it due to her young age, they couldn't deny Mai's will to help however she could to deal with the threats that frequently popped up.

Despite her best efforts, sometimes her best wasn't enough. At times, the amount of casualties and even comrades of hers to fall were high. Being the only one who could properly combat both the Nobodies and Heartless, her constant fighting for over four years has been taking a toll onto her body. Although it doesn't come up often, Mai has started having an unconscious fear that one day, her body would break down and no longer be able to fight and move.

Personality: Upbeat, energetic, and very easily excited, she is always eager to meet new people and learn new things. She is also very loyal to her family, knowing nothing but their own teachings and lifestyle across the years. Aromatic food and sweets will almost always guarantee her attention, and she has a soft spot for children. In battle, she drops her cheerful demeanor in favor of a more serious and calculating approach. While she is no master at strategy, she is a demon in duels.

Skills: Being an adept in the ways of the blade, Mai is very good at Sword-based skills, however, she knows little-to-no magic. But she does have the capacity to learn them should she have a capable mentor to teach them to her.

[User]
This rest period had been slightly more enjoyable than the last one, if only because the 2nd princess actually seemed to want him around. He was probed and cajoled into reveling detailed technical specifications for himself. The inner workings of his electronic brain, the Tesla system with which he controlled his lightning, the metallic composition of his outer armor and the Gummi-block derived nature of his under-armor and artificial skin. These were technically state secrets he was giving away, but he got around this block by recognising her the highest ranking mechanic on the ship, which she was in the technical sense, and would need to know this information should he require repairs. He derived pleasure from this workaround, as most robots did when they found such technicalities in their programming.

He did not explain his power source. That was a bridge too far even for him.

He did tell her, however, about the experiments that had lead to the foundation of his worlds societies. He even gave her the coordinates to the Islands where the research had been secretly carried out. If such a program existed in her world she might be able to find something there. He didn't worry about what she would do if she found something. The power could give her the ability to be god or devil, but she was a princess. If she found it she would be a god.

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v2 shot to his feet as soon as the N were halfway out of the Emperors Mouth. "Teleport Now." He said, sternly, quickly, and in a higher pitch than normal. "Now!"

Had that been an exclamation point? No, no time. There was no time. The mission hadn't even started yet and was already endangered. He couldn't even express disapproval it would waste too much time.

[Assistant]
The past week for Ryteb was not spent in any form on relaxation, but filled with constant training; both physically and mentally. Finding his powers and psyche lacking against Retsam, he had decided to restart his training at the basics. Inside his room, he practices the five basic movements of elemental magic over and over, until his body could barely move. While he recovered from physical strain, he put himself under intense mental training as he tried to attain a communion with all the elements at the level he was with fire.

It was only his body's desire for food that made him venture out into the rest of the ship, though he tried to maintain an appearance of having just been reading and relaxing the entire time. From time to time he did nip over to see how Cheese was doing with her magic, but it was mostly just training.

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Ryteb cocked his head, slightly confused. "I have no idea what's going on, but we'll just beat up anyone who gets in our way, rescue the princess, and save the world." he flashed a cheeky smile, that was beginning to become his trademark. It would probably end up that way anyhow, so why pretend otherwise.

[User]
Drake sat in the meeting scrolling through his watch as he took inventory. He sighed ever second or so as his list for supplies grew. He didn't like being this low and knew he needed to gather more soon. However, he was unsure how good the reception was here or for that matter: if they would allow him to teleport back to gather supplies. His attention soon turned to the conversation when The Emperor mentioned his world and the people in it.

"So the greed for knowledge finally reached an all new low," Drake said. He didn't seem to surprise by the news that some of the people in his world were working for the darkness. However, he was curious as to who would be their lap dogs for this. He felt a pit in his stomach which he quickly pushed away and added, "Before we go any further. I'd like to ask to be excused for a few hours. I need to gather some supplies. Whether that means I'm teleported back into Black Falcon City or am able to use my watch to get in contact with Jinx is up to you." the pit once again formed in his stomach. The hell? Why am I getting the feeling something bad's going to happen? Drake thought. He turned his attention to the rest of the group.

"If we're going to face people from my world, the be prepared for futuristic tactics," Drake said before he began to list off a few battle strategies his worlds army used, "Robots, people like me with infused powers in their DNA, portable Rail guns, and the like. There are those that have more technological weapons then me. The smaller the weapon, the worst the effects. Trust me when I say this: we don't go big and flashy."

[Assistant]
Moscow ~ Pre-Timeskip

"Hmm... well, let's have a look-see then, shall we?" chuckled Seth, who opened a miniature Corridor next to his head and looked like he was pressing his ear against it like someone listening to a conversation from behind the door, only for it to suddenly expand and produce Tocsax.

"I'll uh... take that as a "yes" on the whole "let's get outta here" thing." said Seth, his grin widening a bit as he took the liberty of opening a new Corridor to take them back shipside. Before going through, Seth heard Drake's suggestion about the fly thing and so he quietly plucked it from his ear and sent it back to its owner. After that, well, it was back to the ship for everyone.

Manisa League ~ One Week Later

The past week for the Nobody was surprisingly quiet for him. He got his coat back that he loaned to Drake and donned it once more. He seemed to keep a low profile, minimizing the use of his powers and - even more surprising - the amount of pranks he pulled this week. After all that exertion back in Moscow, Seth had a feeling in his gut it might have attracted unwanted attention from people who may or may not have a bone to pick with him.

He listened to the rather confusing explanation of their next destination. A world where aliens turned human girls into Magical Girls that eventually degraded into evil witches? Yep, definitely a new one on him. Seth had to been several iterations of Earth and he was pretty sure none of them involved aliens and witches... at least that he was aware of anyway. Speaking of aliens, it sounded like they were the source of all the trouble, and when the explanation was done he decided to make an "innocent" suggestion.

"Uh, question." Seth piped up, raising his hand, "These Incubator guys... sounds like they're the source of the trouble. Can't we just eliminate them?" he asked, keeping an innocent grin, "No more Incubators, no more Magical Girls, and no more Witches." he scratched his head, making sure he had that logic straight, "Between the fleet and the Nobodies Tocsax and I control... surely we can take them on, yeah?" then he just... shrugged. Still doing the "clueless" routine it seemed, even though it was pretty apparent by this point that the Nobody was anything but that.

"Oh, right... you guys should know that I... may have overdone it a bit back in Moscow. May wanna keep our eyes peeled for anyone whose attention I might have accidentally attracted. Heh... whoops."

[User]
Mac and Cheese
"Just send them an e-mail or something for the stuff you need, it's what I've been doing." Mac looked over to Drake as he explained. "Or ask one of the Moogles to grab stuff for you."

"Take it you finally finished the email?" Cheese rolled her eyes as she looked over the information on display.

After saying he had, Mac and Cheese then shared look that ended with Cheese indicating towards the Emperor. Mac got the message.

"uh, Emperor Michael." Mac stepped up towards him and moved a little away from the others. "Mind if I have a word with you. In private? There're one or two things I want to talk about."

Meanwhile Cheese was more concerned with the Witches and the sources of power the Magical Girls made use of. Overall the whole idea of it didn't sound ridiculous to Cheese. In fact, looking over the files in front of her it seemed a decent system. It was the affect the Witches had on the surrounding humans that made Cheese play with her braid in thought; the shields she had made were more for physical damage not magical.

"Why would you want to destroy the incubators?" Cheese turned another page and continued to read about the Witches Barriers. "They provide a service for a cost and it's all laid out fairly so it's not as if they're doing anything wrong. There's not really any reason why we should stop them."

"Even in my world humans can produce a lot of energy, it's why changelings are even a thing to begin with." Cheese set down the file as she explained. "Humans can't use it normally so the Incubators might as well put it to some use."

[Assistant]
After they got back to the ship, Mai was brought to the clinic to have her injuries checked at Taka and Tocsax's suggestions since she turned down their offers to use their healing spells on her. She still found the magic of healing her injuries rather off-putting. Or maybe she just didn't like how it feels to have her injuries suddenly disappear? The girl wasn't entirely sure.

The rest of the week was mostly uneventful because of that. Although she did try and train with her Aero magic once. The situation at Moscow didn't give her a chance to actually try it out in actual combat, and she was pretty eager to get better at it.

She was one of the last to arrive at the meeting room, although thankfully she didn't miss anything. While most of the terminologies flew by her head, she understood how grave the situation currently was.

"Madoka Kaname..." Mai's face curled into a frown as she thought about the situation. The poor girl was at the center of everything. It didn't even sound like she has much of a choice in the matter. Some crap will go down, and if it is true that she is as strong as they said, then she probably will be the end of the world when she becomes a Witch unless they do something about it.

Cheese and Seth talking about the Incubators got her thinking however. "How do they fit in all of this? What's their goal?" Cheese seemed to have the answers to it, so she made a mental note to ask her when she gets the chance.


[System]
Age - 15

Appearance - At a height of 5'5, Lin has a modest look about her, much to her dismay. With the lightly browned skin of her Chinese family and ancestors, what sets her apart from most girls her age is her muscle tone. Her arms and legs are much more defined in that the hard work put forth in exercise and remaining physically fit has paid off, results blatantly on display whenever her bare limbs are exposed. Prideful despite herself, Lin's body is, feminine wise, not very impressive. Her chest is negligible, with the only obvious sign of her body coming into its own are her developing hips and waistline. In spite of her 'lack of feminine quality', she dresses well and prefers to keep herself looking presentable whenever possible.

Lin has dark olive eyes, thin lips, and a clear complexion. Black blunt bangs cover half of her forehead, her entire hair cut short other than the very back where a long braid is formed stopping just at her waist in a 'queue' style typical of Chinese men (without the shaved head, of course). Due to the nature of her active lifestyle, she has chosen to commonly wear a black Tai Chi outfit. The coat and pants fit loosely around her slim form, providing enough room for heavy physical activity and plenty of comfort for casual affairs. It is cool, comfortable, and light weight to fulfill all her needs, making no complaint necessary. She wears a pair of black, laceless shoes with strong rubber soles that fit snugly to her feet, as though she was Cinderella to a glass slipper.

Weapon - Lin is a practitioner of many weapons, but identifies the most with polearm weaponry.

Bo Staff – Taken from her homeland and handcrafted into a weapon she deemed 'elegant yet deadly', Lin's Bo Staff is without formal name, but nonetheless handled with care. Sometime after her creation she had learned to establish a 'bond' with her weapon, learning to call to it from a far off location without the need to carry it around. This weapon is not by formal standards 'legendary', but to her it represents the little girl in her that wanted to become a hero for her people, the little girl in her that still does. A natural brown color, it is both lightweight yet surprisingly durable. Lin believes it to be because she took good care of it, but it is due to her making it stronger by wielding it. This weapon is not unbreakable and can be broken with enough force.

Personality - Lin is everything a hero should strive to be, or so she believes: Courageous, kind, and full of burning passion for what she does and who she wants to be. She had grown up happy and healthy, surrounded by a loved family that helped mold her into the person she is today. Not without a heart, her hand will extend to any and all who wish to accept her help and her friendship, even to the point she may forgive a former enemy after enough trust has been built between the two. She is strongly opinionated and admittedly hardheaded in regards to the 'correct' matter of handling a variety of situations, leaving those around her to believe she is incredibly arrogant when in reality her convictions are just unshakable. Lin is rarely uncertain about the actions she chooses to take, knowing that she does it with the interests of the people at heart. She is normally cheerful and ecstatic of what tomorrow might bring, and the day after tomorrow as well.

Finding strength in friendships, creating bonds with a variety of people is one of her favorite pastimes. As a friend and a budding young woman, she is attracted to convictions that are similar to her own and a desire to help those who cannot help themselves. With a focus on bettering herself and the communities she comes across, Lin's strength is found in her ability to cooperate with others and help lead them to a common goal with the least amount of difficulty. Though she one day desires renown for her ability as a warrior, the true goal is to better humanity as a whole and help guide whole communities onto a better path. Abundant with heroic qualities, Lin too hopes to one day be considered as a 'hero' to the people she seeks to protect.

Despite a strong inner fire, Lin is not invulnerable to weakness. She fears rejection by those close to her, this does include her physical appearance to people she genuinely finds attraction to, and is quite worried someone may insult her for not being quite as beautiful as other girls. In spite of not being a glory seeker, Lin also worries she will be too weak to be capable of protecting her friends and loved ones, causing a lingering anxiety deep within her heart. Nothing will ever be good enough, and so in her fear of failing to keep people she loves safe Lin may become distant at peak periods of this fear. A perfectionist to the core, she will master a new maneuver, technique, or weapon of choice until she knows it like the back of her hand. Lin will make any sacrifice necessary to save innocent people, even if they'll never know her name.

Holding very pacifistic views, she hates unnecessary violence and condemns those who harm others. She is not delusional enough to believe that violence is not necessary, but hates seeing people capable of good committing harmful deeds. Underhanded tricks and blackmail, not to mention hostages or threats on innocents, are acts that do not earn forgiveness. She has no respect for those with greater strength that misuse it, and will sooner find respect for those who are weak and seek to become stronger, than those stronger who intend to control the weak. Lin enjoys healthy competition, but likes to learn in battle much more than she does to win. If you are much too competitive and hungry for a fight, she will always pity your pointless aggression.

History - Lin was born in China, otherwise known as "The Land of Dragons," to a mother and father she cannot remember. Her elder brother, Han, had taken care of her for much of her life and encouraged her dream of becoming a hero and protecting people. Some of her efforts are a result of being self-taught, while much of what Han taught her had become a part of her combat style and aspiration. She wanted to master every part of combat all for the sake of defending those who could not defend themselves. One day, while she was training alone in the courtyard of her home, the Bo Staff she had fashioned had suddenly shifted forms into what Han understood to be a Keyblade. With knowledge Han possessed, Lin understood the weapon to be one of immense power. She was a chosen wielder of a new and powerful weapon capable of much good, and much evil.

The Bo Staff had reverted from its Keyblade-state to its old self, but she still felt the warmth of its light within her weapon. Sensing the strength of her heart, Lin was welcomed to the Academy shortly after by way of summoning, but not before having Han's blessing to become as strong as she desired to. While she misses him and those in China dearly, Lin intends to take advantage of the new opportunities opened up by the attendance of this Keyblade Academy and hopes to make friends who share her ideals. Most importantly, she hopes to become stronger.

Magic - Fire

Techniques -

Balance/Acrobatic – Lin is not the strongest, or the fastest, or the smartest, but what she lacks in those fields she makes up for in her ability to remain perfectly centered. Whether she's on one foot with the other raised towards the sky or on one hand with the other pouring a cup of tea, her ability to remain on her toes (and hands if she chooses) is remarkable. Concentration is a large part of this and must be maintained; this means that if her concentration is disrupted she can start to lose the advantage of her foot work and acrobatic ability. Her skills are so profound that she can even run or walk across flexible surfaces such as water with ease. The ability to flip, leap, and perform feats of incredible physical skill are not beyond her. She is a flexible woman, who can bend and reach as needed. Light as a feather, she can remain upright on the smallest of objects.

Inner Flame – Lin is attuned to the power of fire and because of it is highly capable of drawing flame from within herself for use. The power can escape her pores and even her own mouth, essentially being a living match. Because of her gift she is immune to intense heat and open flames, able to place her hand in a brazier and feel no effects. With her talents in the field of balance, she had learned how to control her power enough to wield it safely in the presence of those nearby, not risking the chance of harming those close to her because she got carried away.

Favorite Disney/Square Enix world or setting -

*In order of preference

Land of Dragons (Disney) / Olympus Coliseum (Disney) / Twilight Town (Kingdom Hearts CoM / 2)

Random Stuff -

She enjoys spicy foods and is oddly immune to the hottest of dishes no matter the spice.
Looks up to Fa Mulan, the Hero of China.
Often meditates in silence, contemplating the actions that led her to her current state.
Her heart burns so brightly with light that it is nearly impossible to hide her presence from those that are drawn to them.

[User]
Axues stirred as a beam of morning light pierced through the window's simple curtain. The sun had just begun to rise, but for Axeus, that single ray was as good an alarm clock as any. He quickly brought himself to a sitting position. He began his morning like he always did- several deep breaths, followed by immediately getting onto the floor- several sets of push ups, sit ups, and jumping jacks. Just a quick wake up routine, but for Axeus, it signified that no matter what the time of day, no matter where he was, he was always training. Always bettering himself. Always searching for strength.

After the quick work out, he continued with some light stretches before finally leaving his cozy room. Irakois insisted they keep their rooms clean. This was a menial task for Axeus, partly because he was overly tidy anyway, and partly because he didn't own enough to even get his room dirty in the first place. Axeus descended a flight of stone stairs and found the communal male bathroom, where he'd shower and take care of his daily hygiene. He dried himself off and put on his clothes for the day. He was given a simple training outfit by the Master. It consisted of an undecorated, loose t-shirt and shorts. Not at all his style, but good enough as anything for working out. He sighed and resigned himself to the bleak clothes. After all, he hadn't come here to impress anyone with his fashion. He had to keep his eye on the goal.

Once he was nice and clean, Axeus went down to the kitchen and prepared his breakfast. Today he decided on eggs, bacon, toast, and some light fruit. He wanted something well rounded, but also high in protein. He had a feeling he would need it today. He prepared and ate his food very quickly. If there was anyone else in the kitchen area, he didn't notice them: socialization was very low on his list of priorities.

Finally, Axeus headed to the training room. He arrived there around 8 am, half an hour before class started. He entered and gave a short bow.

"Good morning, Master."

[Assistant]
Felix layed snoozing away in bed despite the sun starting to rise perhaps dreaming of his life before coming to the Land of Departure when suddenly he could feel a small rough tongue licking his face this was a fox that felt like following him from his home to his new home. Felix quickly befriended it and it hasn't left his side since he got here.

Felix soon awoke to the foxes unrelenting licks.

Felix then realized it was morning and quickly got ready then rushed to go have breakfast his fox following him quickly Felix noticed someone else in the kitchen Felix thinks the guys name was Axues so Felix said Hi though seemed he was ignored...So Felix grabbed some bread and an apple and tossed some bread to the little fox. Then he checked the time he still had another hour so he decided he'd go outside to see if anyone else was out. He quickly noticed Lin and decided to say hello.


[System]
Robert Adler

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Character Summary
Aliases: Bert, Robbie
Age: 48
Birthday: 6th of December
Ethnicity: Caucasian (American-German)
Birth Place: Chicago
Residence: Apartments above Grimaldi
Gender: Male
Major/Minor: Majored in Law, Minored in Phychology
Occupation: Insurance fraud investigatior
Languages: English, German

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Appearance
Height: 5ft, 8 inches
Weight: 181 lbs
Build: Chubby
Eyes: Dark grey
Hair: Dark blone, greyening
Skin Tone: Fair
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: N/A
Personal Style:

Robert rarely dresses to impress others around him, instead going for a low-casual style revolving the fact that his wardrobe isn't the size of The Great Lakes. He usually wears a good fall- and winter jacket of a dark colour, switching between being made of leather or fabric. Underneath he wears a shirt, mostly white or red, and normal blue jeans with weathered dress shoes. What, you think working in insurance gives you buttloads of money just like that? Think again kiddo, only when you're selling it. But Robert does sport a fair enough moustache and beard, so at least that's something.

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Psychology
Determined * Tired * Loyal * Sarcastic * Tough * Biased

Sexuality: Heterosexual
Relationship Status: Married to his desk and job
Personality:

Robert is tired. Tired of everything that keeps screwing up in his life. Because it all feels the same, never changing. Robert comes of as a man with little joy in his life most times, and what little joy he has he sure isn't sharing with you. Those he don't know or don't care for, he'll keep conversation short if he can, or sarcastic if he wants to. And as for his work, he's almost gotten used to doubting every case he's on; it's always fraud, always short-term gain. People are funny like that, but he no longer finds the joke amusing.

But he keeps working. Sure he does it because he can't find employment anywhere else, but then again he's good at what he does. Robert's persistant in digging off the dirt of what has happened, and doesn't give up easily once he has his mind set on it. Even if he's tired, he knows he's got a job to do. Same might apply for the few people he knows he can count on out there; the friends who didn't judge him for failing in life, those he's boxing with, the person his heart beats a little bit faster for. He's loyal towards them, afraid of losing them, even if some he can't get. He's a very conflicted man like that.

Habits: Stretching his fingers, arms, neck and such to pop joints, and quietly humming to Genesis.
Hobbies: Boxing, reading crime novels, watching German televison
Fears:
* Claustrophobia
* Leg-Lamps. Lamps made to look like legs. They're terrifying.
* Alcohol withdrawel

Likes:
* Poirot
* Beer
* The end of the week
* Genesis - With Phil Collins, fight me.
* Warm and sunny days
* Easy cases

Dislikes:
* Liars
* His boss
* Mondays
* Pasta
* Winter
* Rain

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Cards On The Table
General World Skills:

* Law
* Number-Cracking
* People-Reading
* Research
* Driving (Car)

Combat Skills:

* Boxing
* Pistol
* Endurance
* Throwing
* Stamina

What Is On Your Person:

* Clothing: Dark brown leater jacket, blue jeans, red cotton shirt, brown dress shoes, fall gloves.
* Wallet: Driver's License, 60 $ of cash, Firearm's License, Credit Card, Boxing Club membership card
* Cell Phone, Samsung Galaxy S4
* Car keys
* Notebook and pen
* Apartment keys
* Access card to Insurance Company
* Glock 26
* Spare magazine (10 rounds)
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Residence:

* Laptop
* External computer storage
* Boxing gloves
* 9mm Ammunition (two magazines, 10 rounds each)
* Books on Law and Physcology
* His (unprofessional) collection of Agatha Christie books
* His stereo player from the 90's
* Vinyl collection (including Genesis)
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* 2004 Ford Crown Victoria

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History
What Brings You To The City:

What brings Robert to Chicago isn't perhaps the best way to ask that question, rather "What keeps you in Chicago?" would be better. Robert was born and bred in the streets of Chicago, studied there and got his line-of-work sorted out there. Even if he wanted to leave the city, get away from his old problem-filled life, he was stuck there with his job as an insurance-scam agent. If he can't get a promotion after so many years on the job, what makes him believe it's any easier out there? So it's best for him to stay in Chicago and live his life like he has so far.

Life Before You Moved In:

Robert had a pretty normal childhood and youth, like most kids in 1970's America. Happily married parents with a single child, who worked decent jobs and owned an American-made car that brought the three of them on many a roadtrip across the country, sometimes across the border to Canadia. Robert showed promise as a highschool student, scoring far above average in mathematics and earning him several prices in school competitions. He even proved to be a good pitcher on the school's baseball team, though he had higher ambitions that just being good at sport. After highschool he decided to go to university to become a lawyer. That was surely the way to become as happy and succesful as his parents?

Turns out it wasn't. Robert's achivements in highschool didn't translate well into university, and he soon became just an average student who's life failed to improve as he ended up with a mediocre education in an mediocre economy that didn't mediocre lawyers. And it hit down hard on Robert, becoming the failure compared to his parents. They never openly judged him, but silently he knew what they thought, so it wasn't long before he moved out on his own far away from their prying eyes.

For a few year he didn't get far with his law-degree, instead working odd-jobs and temp-positions here and there. He even picked up boxing as an hobby, became decent in that too. But when he got offered what looked like a good job working in insurance, Robert wasn't in any position to say no. And so he began working as an insurance fraud investigator, digging up the dirt on people trying to get benefits and money they didn't deserve.

For a while that was good enough, proving himself to be a good investigator who could crack the numbers and find out where certain policies didn't add up. Working with people up front and personal proved that he also had a knack for figuring whether they were lying or not. And that was all well and good, until Robert realized he had worked the same job at the same desk in the same building for over 15 years. But he was stuck; he couldn't feasably get another job, not in that economy. So he stuck at the same job.

Life Since You Moved In:

And so life stayed pretty much the same for the coming years. Only thing that changed was that Robert got a gun and learned to shoot once it seemed life in the city was on a downward spiral to Hell, or someplace ever worse. That, and his growing facial hair and belly at the expense for his looks. Now Robert is without his parents, any partner or loved one, and any positive future except when he can retire in...how many years that was he was having trouble solving the math out of, but not for lack of trying.

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Extras
Character Quote: "You'd think people would insure themselves against stupidity or something, but no; they're insured against things that don't happen to the averange American. Only people who actually are smart enough are cheating the system for the money. And that's where I come in."
Theme Song:
Dirty Little Secret: Is secretly deeply in love with someone else in the company, but she doesn't know and is married. He'd do anything for her though.
Anything Else: "It's not a skirt!"

*By submitting this CS in its completion I am stating I have read all the rules for this Rp and am agreeing to follow them to the fullest with respect and courtesy.

[User]
Mali Anson

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Location: Chicago
Skills: N/A

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 "It's like the Bermuda Triangle of the States," Mali added, her brain picking up on the integer and running with it. "But if it were purposefully constructed by some nefarious secret society, I'm pretty sure it'd be some other Illuminati. I'm not all that knowledgeable about the corporate culture, but from what I've seen, they're not a big fan of the number 3. Maybe there's a Catholic conspiracy out there where the Pope's setting up these kinds of celestial focuses to bring doomsday or something. Or it actually is the free masons."

 It was easier on her psyche to think about fictional (at least it better be) conspiracies involving Clerical Superweapons than it did to worry about the reality of Juno or the horrid alternate reality where zombies were real. However, for some reason, the idea of the Vatican being in control of a WMD like a superlaser powered by Christ's divinity didn't sit right with her. At once it was absurd, but felt all too possible. And she couldn't help but get a bizarre sense of deja vu that she quickly shook off.

 "Definitely going to say no to Burger King. I'd rather go without if it comes down to that or nothing." She'd rather eat food that didn't taste of lighter fluid and poor health standards. As for the other options, Mali ran a quick, if inaccurate assessment of their general macronutrient profiles. Panera would be a bunch of carbs. Considering she had been and would continue sitting all day, she didn't really need the short-term energy. White Castle would be a similar boat, but with a sliver of meat to go with their tiny sandwiches. Which surprisingly left McDonald's the last man standing.

 "I'm actually thinking McDonalds if it's not too busy. But if you'd rather hit up Panera, I could live with that." Mali decided against going on about all the nutritional reasoning behind her choice and would just let Zoie come to her own conclusion as to why she made the suggestion she did. In the end it didn't matter too much where they went. This was supposed to be a get away of sorts, and it would only be a bad time if Mali was too difficult about choosing the most optimal places and dishes to eat at every meal. Nobody likes going out to eat with that one guy who's super picky about everything. She could undo any damage done or progress lost with a few weeks of hard work once (if) she managed to return to a steady routine. Right now it was best to just focus on striking a balance between not accruing more damage than necessary and being fun enough to hang around with for the next few days.

[Assistant]
Riley Ridgeway

Location: Grimm, Indiana, Grimaldi Manor
Skills: N/A

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Riley gave Pyira a slight nod as she let her take the lead and gestured over towards the sound system. "There should be an off switch there to turn it off." Riley said towards her as she turned her attention towards the rest of the room, and closed her eyes letting out a slight sigh. She remembered having a lot of parties here with her sister and a bunch of other classmates even if some of them Riley had gotten into fights with at school. She was a kid back then but they were always really fun for her to go to, some of the faces she knew she would never be able to see again thanks to Chris. "Feels so weird to be back down here." Riley said, mostly to herself as she continued to scan around the room.

Riley then jumped slightly when she suddenly heard a raspy sounding laugh in the distance which made the hair on the back of her neck stand up. She looked over towards Pyira, wondering if she could have heard it as well she didn't like it down here anymore and just wanted to get back out of the house right now. "Did you hear that?" Riley asked her as she continued to scan around the room her hand still on the gun just in case something did come out and attack them. "Something is down here, no one could have gotten up stairs so quickly without being seen." Riley pointed out, but she just kept getting the major creepy vibe still. "I'm getting the creeps right now to."


[System]
Pokemon: Groudon

Gender: Female

Age: 17

Hometown: Unknown

Level: 42

Ability: Drought/Desolate Land

Moves: Hone Claws, Ancient Power, Lava Plume, Earth Power, Thunder Punch, Earthquake

Legendary powers: Rebeca's most notable power is that her core body temperature is around three times that of a normal human, and is capable of increasing to the point of causing environmental damage. At higher temperatures she smells a little like sulphur. She is both very strong and durable, being able to easily lift and move objects several times her own size. She is largely immune to extreme temperatures (she once climbed Mt. Silver completely naked just for the fun of it, and she looks at a pool of lava the same way most people look at hot springs or a hot tub. In between those extremes, she typically doesn't feel the difference). She is somewhat skilled at manipulating rocks, earth, and fire, though her use of it tends to be rather crude in its results. Do not make any bad breath or body odor jokes towards her, or she may demonstrate just how bad it can actually be.

Held item: Heat Rock

Appearance: Rebeca stands roughly six feet tall, with very dark brown hair (turns black when wet) that extends down to her shoulderblades. Her hair is rather messy as she rarely (if ever) takes care of it besides bathing. Her body is very muscular due to all the hiking and climbing she does. For clothing, she prefers comfort over all else, generally keeping to t-shirts, loose pants and boots suitable to her life lifestyle. She does not own underwear of any kind, because she only keeps the clothes in case she encounters other people in her wandering.
She shares the same markings across her body as Primal Groudon, though hers are black and she passes them off as tattoos. Her eyes are also the same amber colour. Her nails are quite large and pointed, which she conceals with gloves, and her teeth are slightly more pointed than normal.

She also has several scars. These include:

-A trio of claw marks on her right cheek
-Two long gashes down her inner left thigh
-Matching claw marks on her shoulderblades
-Numerous small scratches and cuts on her arms, legs, back and chest.
-A long laceration that begins a couple inches left of her belly button and curves up to the side of her ribs, with signs of having been burned shut.
-A small burn on her left upper arm
-Three short claw marks on her right side, starting just beneath her collarbone and ending on the upper surface of her breast.

She carries a backpack in which she keeps her supplies and several changes of clothes, mostly in case she accidentally incinerates the ones she's wearing.

In Primal Form, Rebeca becomes much closer in form to Groudon. Her markings and scars glow with molten heat, her nails transform into claws that have completely overtaken her fingertips and toes, her teeth become completely carnivorous, and she grows to half again her normal size. Her eyes take on the same molten appearance as her markings, and extreme waves of heat radiate off her body, melting or incinerating most nearby objects. Her skin becomes closer to the armoured plates that Groudon possesses. For the love of all that is alive and good, do not put her in this state.

Personality: Rebeca is a person torn between desiring the company of others, and wishing the rest of the world would just leave her alone. She much prefers the company of Pokemon to humans, and spends most of her time hiking through the wilderness, living off the land and exploring remote locations. Only rarely does she rejoin human civilization, and so she is very self-sufficient. Because of her self-imposed isolation, she has a rather abrupt attitude that can come across as rude. The finer points of conversation are lost on her, and she tends to take things at face value. Even so, she has a deep desire for someone to share her time with, someone who would keep her warm at night as opposed to the other way around. For all her toughness, Rebeca is actually somewhat shy and naïve on human behavior.
In regards to being the avatar of Groudon, Rebeca is mostly ambivalent. She tends to use her powers for mundane purposes (there are quite a few cliffs and mountains that now have conveniently placed hand and foot holds), and she prefers not to bring attention to herself when in human company. However, some of her most destructive capabilities are subconsciously controlled, and her greatest fear is accidentally harming someone. She has cheerfully resigned herself to the fact that she makes for a very convenient space heater, and thinks nothing of sleeping in a pile with others.
On the rare occasion that Rebeca engages in battle herself (she much prefers to just scare potential enemies away), she is very much a physical brawler, getting up close to her opponents and using her considerable size and strength to overwhelm them. She strikes first and strikes hard, aiming to end the battle quickly before she risks collateral damage. Towards this end, she has learned and adopted moves that emphasize her physicality.

Backstory: secret secrets.

Innocent secrets: Rebeca enjoys spicy food and sour candies, the former because it gives her the illusion of "heat", and the latter because she just does. She has zero interest in men, and is demisexual.

LD: 5800

Pokemon
Rebeca does not keep any Pokeballs with her, so her Pokemon can technically be considered "wild" and can be captured by other trainers. This is extremely inadvisable, as Rebeca considers her Pokemon to be her true family and will violently protect them. Their lives are more valuable to her than anyone else's.

Nickname: Maya

Species: Kabuto

Gender: female

Level: 18

Ability: Swift Swim

Moves: Scratch, Harden, Absorb, Leer

Held item: none

Maya is essentially Rebeca's baby. Where and how she came across the infant Kabuto is a secret she will not divulge to anyone, nor are many people even aware of her presence. Maya spends the bulk of her time clinging to Rebeca's chest beneath her shirt and does not battle. The adoration between them is mutual.

Nickname: Mihkail

Species: Rhyhorn

Level: 34

Ability: Rock Head

Moves: Horn Attack, Bulldoze, Smack Down, Scary Face, Rock Blast

Held Item: none

Mihkail and Rebeca met each other very early in her travels, and the two for all intents and purposes have become brother and sister. They look after each other while roaming the wilderness, protect each other, hunt together, fight together, sleep together, and are never separated. Greatly concerned over the growing loneliness that the avatar experiences, Mihkail seeks a suitable human companion for Rebeca and is very critical of the intentions of others.

[User]
Tantalus stood, stunned, as the little Porygon-Z rapidly shook his hand. To say this was a surprise would be an understatement. He found himself fading from the haze when his arm began to develop an ache.

"Your enthusiasm is astounding, although I'd appreciate if you could tone it down slightly." A small smile crept across his lips, as he spoke, and he patted the Porygon on the head, avoiding the spike. "It is, however, nice to meet you too. You have better manners than some Avatars, here." As he finished his sentence, the Porygon released him, much to Tantalus's relief.

What a friendly little thing. Apate's voice commented, floating around in his head. Tantalus replied with a scoff.

The tension in the air had subsided, if only slightly, due to the valourous attempts of what he could only assume was the Mayor, the woman who was with him, and a child with an extreme fondness for bells. That  was the Avatar of Suicune? Interesting…

As the last of the fire within the girl was extinguished, she knelt down to comfort her small pokemon, and introduced herself. "Rebeca. Just Rebeca. You mentioned something about dinner? Been a while since I ate, s'long as these two can come with."

Another voice drifted up from the crowd. "Yes dinner is being provided for us courtesy of the mayor and Justine. Well I at least am getting rather hungry thinking about our dinner so I'm going to go inside." It's origin was a man dressed in rustic looking black outfit, ragged at the edges. It gave him an uneasy feeling, stirring memories he'd rather forget.

Wait, dinner? Looking up at the fancy establishment before him, Tantalus considered the thought. Not needing to eat often was a real benefit, however food in this region was proving to be utterly delicious, and he was getting hungry from walking through the city.The street food vendors dotted around the city had resulted in a pleasant smell spreading over several areas he had passed through today.

He turned his head towards his Mawile, a token gesture, given their ability to communicate telepathically. Apate. What do you say about joining these Avatars for a meal? A few have piqued my intrigue, and I'd like to gather some more information. A proposition that was not entirely untrue, if marred by an underlying need to sate his appetite for more than conversation.

You are hungry aren't you? A note of sarcastic humour creeping into her voice, even telepathically, which always annoyed him. I thought you wanted to stir up trouble, when we arrived.

I still do, but that can wait. Everyone is going to be here for a while yet. Besides, you did win the coin toss. Smirking to himself, Tantalus began to walk towards the Ritzy Raichu, with Apate in tow.

The place was impressively large, and decorated with ornamental features ranging from eye-catching to tacky, but with any luck the food and company would make up for the shortfalls present. Looking around, it became clear which table the Avatars were gathering around. The man from before was already present, along with another sporting a suit and white hair. Next to him was a the girl that Tantalus had seen speaking, rather forcefully at that, to one of the other Avatars earlier. It was an impressive tirade she had conducted, winning the dominance battle between the two. That said, she was doing it to protect the people nearby, and if the man truly had kicked off, Tantalus could have used it to his advantage. Nevertheless, sitting nearby might prove interesting enough. Beside her sat a Gardevoir, presumably hers, so Tantalus took the chair beside the Pokemon. As he sat down, Apate jumped onto his lap, and draped her jaws over to the left, away from the Gardevoir sitting beside him.

As he got comfortable, the girl reached an outstretched hand over in his direction. "Seras Bancroft, travelling artisan and avatar of Diancie. I've heard mention of an avatar from Sinnoh with healing powers - it's a pleasure to see that you made the journey." Tantalus blinked. She'd heard of him. Ego overflowing, he swallowed a laugh, instead opting for a sincere smile as he shook her hand.

"Ahh, the Avatar of the Crown Jewel of Kalos, it is a honour to meet you. Coming here wasn't actually my idea, this little one dragged me here by force." As he finished, he inclined his head forward to Apate, who was still sitting calmly. "Now that I am here, however, I think i'll stick around for the time being. The entertainment is delightful." With that, Tantalus relaxed, waiting to see who would arrive next.

[Assistant] It didn't take long before Wells reached Ali Baba's Genuine Italian Pizza. It was the place he first visited in his apprenticeship. And it was also where he met Helioptile. He managed to apprentice for a very old master electrician, who was retiring due to health problems. Wells would take over his business, together with the Helioptile who was his partner for most of his life. It was a place with memories that made good food taste even better. So he really didn't mind eating there, especially after beeing greeted by the restaurant's owner. The moment he walked in, he could see the people behind the counter walk into the kitchen, presumably starting to work on the regular order. He sat down in a couch by a corner, smiling as the memories flooded back and the smell of many pizzas being made filled his nostrils. He also smiled, as he enjoyed thinking about how Velas reacted to his next unorthodox action. He never expected people to be so easily provoked, but the way they seemed to suddenly care about him was immensely satisfying. Wells often felt pathetic, but he never stopped being amused by simply getting the attention of others, whether it was good or bad. As he asked what the future would bring, his order arrived on the table. As he bit into the first slice, his smile widened. He relished the thought of eating alone. And he enjoyed the nostalgia brought by someplace familiar. For a moment, he was saddened by the thought of being an avatar... but he realized where it could take him if he grabbed the chance, and smiled again.


[System]
Age: 12
Hometown: Ecruteak City
Appearance (pic preferred):

Starter: Fennekin
Bio: Shiranui had developed a fascination with fox-like Pokémon from watching the Kimono Sisters performing during his childhood. His favourite Pokémon are Espeon, Umbreon, Delphox, Zoroark and Ninetales. He is generally kind, but has a low tolerance to those who speak ill of his likes. He had been inspired to go on a Pokémon journey ever since he spotted Ho-oh taking off from the Bell Tower at age 8, later catching it during his journey through Johto along with two of the three Legendary Beasts.

Having never left the regions of the Far East, Shiranui is excited for seeing the culture of a faraway land whilst also steeling himself for the culture shock he may inevitably feel. As part of his ninja training, his father had told him to expect the unexpected.

[User] Goomy was happy to see the other or its species.

[Assistant] Shiranui watched as Numeru told Goomy of her experiences and assured Liam's newest Pokémon that Liam was a great person to get along with.

[User] The house was in view. Liam noticed that it looked like rain clouds were about to move in as well.

[Assistant] Shiranui noticed as well. "We better take shelter posthaste," he suggested.

[User] Liam hurried to the house that was supposedly haunted.

[Assistant] When Shiranui got inside, the rain started falling. "Glad we made it in time," he said.

[User] "Now, we just have to wait out the rain, we may see the ghost that supposedly haunt the house." Liam replied.

[Assistant] "It's probably a Ghost-type Pokémon," stated Shiranui, "What species, I don't know."

[User] As if on cue, random objects such as a candelabra began floating around. Liam had an idea. He opened his bag and began digging for something.

[Assistant] Shiranui had a moment of insight, remembering the Pokémon Tower and pulled his Silph Scope out.

[User]
Liam retrieved his. He noted Goomy was scared. Liam told Goomy it is just a ghost type Pokemon and to look though the scope. Gloomy gave a sigh or relief and then looked himself. The candelabra was currently be juggled by a Haunter, as was a lamp and toaster.
 Liam inquired if they should make the Haunter aware of the fact that they can see it.

[Assistant] "I think we should," answered Shiranui.

[User] "Haunter!" Liam called. The ghost type was startled, dropping the items. Liam lunged to save the lamp and succeeded. Haunter was surprised that he was seen by a human.

[Assistant] "Nice trick, Haunter," commented Shiranui.

[User] Haunter turned tangible and looked at the boys. He pointed to Shiranui's Silph Scope. "Haunter Haunt haunt Haunter?" it asked.

[Assistant] "That's a Silph Scope," answered Shiranui, deducing what Haunter was asking, "It allows a human to see Ghost-type Pokémon when they're invisible or in illusion."

[User] Haunter was intrigued by the device. Haunter then turned to Liam's Goomy. It pulled its eyes out and began juggling them while laughing. Goomy began crying. Liam comforted the scared pokemon, who began to rub Liam's check, leaving a small amount of slime residue.

[Assistant] "That was creepy," Shiranui remarked, knowing some of the tricks Ghost-type Pokémon can play.

[User] Haunter was horrified by the comment. There was an invisible Gengar tugging on Shiranui's bag.

[Assistant] Yoto sensed the Gengar and wrapped a cloth around the ghost. The sword that didn't wrap the cloth unsheathed itself and tapped Gengar. "Yoto, what's going on?" Shiranui asked after feeling something on his bag.

[User] "Looks like a Gengar was tugging at your bag." Liam said. "Maybe it was trying to make your bag break open."

[Assistant] "Except it tried it right in front of Yoto's watchful eyes," added Shiranui with a chuckle, "Gengar, that was silly; trying to make my bag fly open with a Doublade watching my back."

[User] Gengar acted like it wasn't listening. It turned intangible and went though the floor.

[Assistant] "Well, this place is definitely haunted," stated Shiranui, "A playful Haunter and a mischievous Gengar among other Pokémon."

[User] Liam heard a thudding that was gradually getting louder.

[Assistant] Shiranui heard the thudding as well. "Liam, what could that be?" he asked.

[User] "I have an idea." Liam said. The thudding was very loud at this point. Liam went over and opened a door as a washing machine jumped into the air and landed in the room. "I was right."

[Assistant] "There's something in that washing machine," he stated, "Come out of there, whatever you are! You are not fooling us!"

[User] The house propped up and released a jet of water in Shiranui's face. A Rotom then exited the machine laughing hysterically.

[Assistant]
Soaked by the Rotom, Shiranui scanned it. "Rotom, the Plasma Pokémon. Its body is composed of plasma. It is known to infiltrate electronic devices and wreak havoc."
"That's it, Rotom, it's on!" rebutted Shiranui, "Numeru, Dragon Breath!" He sent his Goomy out and the little gastropod blew a gust at Rotom. "Liam, do you want a Rotom or shall I capture it?"

[User] "Well, I need more verity." Liam said. He pointed out that most of the Pokemon he caught in Kalos were Dragons.

[Assistant]
"That you do," Shiranui confirmed, "It's all yours." Numeru started glowing, growing to double her height and growing stubby arms and a snail shell-like protrusion on her back. The glow subsided to reveal a Sliggoo and Shiranui scanned her.
"Sliggoo, the Soft Tissue Pokémon and the evolved form of Goomy. It drives away opponents by excreting a sticky liquid that can dissolve anything. Its eyes devolved, so it can't see anything. Its four horns are a high-performance radar system. It uses them to sense sounds and smells, rather than using ears or a nose."

[User] "Goomy! You're up!" the Soft Tissue Pokemon jumped down from its trainer's shoulder. "Dragon Pulse!" Liam called. The attack hit Rotom. Room used Ominous Wind. Goomy replied with Hidden Power, which Liam noted to be Dark Type. "I didn't know you knew that." Liam replied. Room was hurt by it. It began to try and flee into a nearby TV. Liam threw a Luxury Ball and barely stopped Rotom in time. The ball shook a few times before pinging shut. The ball took its shrunk form since Liam already had six Pokemon. As Liam went to retrieve it, the Gengar rose up and snatched it up. It then flew off into the back rooms of the house.

[Assistant] "Higitsune, come on out!" Shiranui let his Delphox out. "A Gengar snatched one of Liam's Luxury Balls. Can you please help us locate it?" Higitsune nodded and read Liam's mind, finding the memory of Rotom's capture and the Gengar stealing the ball. Severing the mind link, Higitsune scanned the house and located his quarry. "Del!" shouted Higitsune before taking off running like a hunting dog.

[User]
Liam followed Higitsune. The location the Gengar was in was filled with a bunch of oversized toddler toys. Gengar had the Luxury Ball next to a heater, trying to coax Rotom out. Once in the room, Liam saw this. He took in the contents of the room. "Is this where you and Rotom play?" Liam asked.
 "Gen Gengar." The Pokemon replied.
 "You're going to miss your friend, right?" Liam asked. Gengar nodded in confirmation.

[Assistant] "Liam, if one of us catches Gengar, it will still be with its friend," Shiranui suggested.

[User] "Well, I already have a Gengar." Liam replied.

[Assistant] "In that case; Gengar, if you come with me, you and Rotom will still be together," Shiranui offered.

[User] Genera's face became hopeful. He tossed the ball holding Rotom back to Liam. With that settled, Liam began attempting to settle on a nickname for it.

[Assistant] "Dusk Ball, go!" Shiranui threw a Dusk Ball and Gengar was drawn in. Almost immediately, the ball pinged shut and shrunk. He named Rotom's friend Kage.

[User] "I'm thinking about 'Plasma' for a nickname." Liam decided.

[Assistant] "Why not?" asked Shiranui rhetorically, "Rotom is made of the stuff."

[User] "Well, it looks like the rain has stopped." Liam said while looking out a window.

[Assistant] "In that case, we can get back on the road to Laverre City," replied Shiranui.

[User] "Well, lets go then." Liam said.

[Assistant] The heroes left the house and continued north on Route 14.

[User] "I wonder what type the next gym will use." Liam said aloud.

[Assistant] Shiranui looked in his guide book. "According to this, Valerie—the next gym leader—uses Fairy-type Pokémon," answered Shiranui, "They're weak to Poison and Steel-type attacks, but like every gym we faced expect her to have a counter-strategy for those types."

[User] "Well, most of my Pokemon I have caught here are weak here." Liam said thinking aloud. "Scarlet, Jiriaya, Gallade, Sandy, and Rotom aren't dragons, but I don't have anything on me that's strong to her."

[Assistant] "You may not be able to match types with a Fairy, but a lot of them are dual-types," stated Shiranui.

[User] "Well, If I think it's needed, I do have a few poison types back at Oak's lab." Liam added.

[Assistant] "That might be a good idea," commented Shiranui.

[User] Eventually, Lavere City came into view. "Let's hurry to the Pokemon Center."

[Assistant] Shiranui nodded and the duo was soon there.

[User] Liam made an adjustment to his team, to prepare for the gym. He called Plasma out, and told it to stay near him and not to go into anything.

[Assistant] Shiranui made a few adjustments as well, getting one of his old friends onto his party just in case.

[User] "Shall we head out to the gym?" Liam inquired.

[Assistant] "I think so," answered Shiranui.

[User] As the duo left, Trevor was walking in. "I was wondering when I'd see you two." He said.

[Assistant] "Hello Trevor," Shiranui greeted.

[User] "Here for the badge?" Trevor inquired.

[Assistant] "Indeed we are," answered Shiranui, "You?"

[User] "Already have it." He said. "She just had a fashion show and she picks a random spectator to battle with. If they beat her she gives them a badge. You'll likely have to face multiple Pokemon."

[Assistant] "That's nothing new to us," replied Shiranui.

[User] "Well, you just watch us beat her." Liam said.

[Assistant] "We'll get that badge in no time," added Shiranui.

[User] At the gym, Valerie was sitting outside, talking with her Sylveon.

[Assistant] "Excuse me miss, we're here to challenge the gym," stated Shiranui.

[User] "Ah, welcome." she said. "I am the gym leader Valerie. "Who wants to go first?:

[Assistant] "I went first back at Lumiose," stated Shiranui, "Liam, it's your turn."