[System]
Race: Exo
Gender: Male
Age n Age:  7 years
Class: Titan - Defender

Ghost: I'd rather RP this out, but I do want to call him Sparky.

Appearance: (PICTURE PENDING) He has a quite specific appearance, kinda looks like a black terminator with purple eyes.

Gear: Helm of Saint-14, Mark of the Pit, the chest and legs are Holdfast Types, and arms are Molniya Type.

W.o.C: Deadshot Luna SR1: A scout rifle given by the faction Dead Orbit. This particular gun is equipped with Full Auto functionality, a magazine filled with explosive rounds, and an ACOG scope.

Secondary - The Vestian Dynasty sidearm. Not a lot of upgrades worth mentioning.

Personality: Dutiful and determined, but not so cold or calculating. Often considered stoic, to a point, and has been known to joke around.

Background: Has been working for Dead Orbit for most of his life as a Guardian, and has shown great interest towards the planet Mars. He has always found himself fascinated by the mysterious nature of the synthetic Vex, and he also holds great admiration and respect for the intimidating might of the Cabal legions.

[User]
Cecelia overheard the pleading Ghost and giggled. "What's so funny, Princess?" Her smartass Ghost asks, apparently not able to recognize the whining the another ghost. "Uh, hello, Einstein. Are you tuning out the Ghost over there needing some cheese with that whine? Or did you think it was a frequency wave?" Cecelia decided if they were going to be in a large group, may as well get to know some people. She walks to the small cluster of Guardians. "Hello. I'm Cecelia. Anybody else know what exactly we're here to do? All I know is we're checking a spot for a person. No clue about mission completion details. Anyone?"
 Einstein, being himself, chimed in "Uh, hello, Princess," mocking Cecelia's previous insult to him. "It's not like the Speaker gives out more info to Guardians who are 'more Guardian-ish' or anything." With a sigh, Cecelia retorts "Will you hush? I'm just trying to make conversation... I'm not good at meeting people, dude. Let me off every once in a while." After a few seonds, in hindsight it was probably calculations, Einstein added "But I do let you off 'every once in a while'. one out of every seven-point-three-seven times, I ignore a chance to add a witty comment." Cecelia, with no good retort, sighs and playfully pushes the Ghost away from her. Einstein let himself float in the pushed direction for about two seconds before swooping back over to Cecelia's side and disappearing to wherever Ghosts disappear to.

[Assistant]
The ghost that was cowering behind its Guardian suddenly flew up to Echo's face, hovering inches away with excitement. Echo tilted back slightly, not having expected the ghost to gleefully approach him so suddenly. When it became apparent that the young ghost's behavior was directly related to Echo referring to it as 'Little Light', he couldn't help but burst into laughter. His cackled laugh was drowned by the incessant pleas of the younger ghost, making Echo even more amused.

Evana let out a sigh, slightly annoyed at Echo's easily amused self. "Please, Echo, behave yourself." She turned to face the entrance, catching sight of more unfamiliar Guardians approaching. "We are in the presence of comrades."

Echo could barely hear her through the younger ghost's plea. "Ha! Oh, man, if I had tear ducts and hands I'd be wiping my eyes right now."

When the Warlock finally gave in to his ghost's request and the pleading stopped, Echo turned to Evana and gestured toward the pair. "I like this kid. He's…" He turned toward the ghost and hovered over to him, peering at him as if evaluating something, "got spunk," he finished. He returned his attention to Evana, his shiny blue eye staring wide at her. "Can we keep him?"

Evana returned a deadpan expression toward her ghost. "I hardly think that's appropriate." She then gave a weak smile to the Warlock, as if to apologize. When the Titan began to walk further into the Hall of Counsil, Evana gestured toward the meeting room. "Let us go, Echo. It's time to find out what this is all about."

Echo turned to face the other Guardians before catching up to Evana, who had already started making her way to the new room. "Don't you want to meet your teammates?" he asked, glancing behind him at the newly arrived Guardians.

"There will be plenty of time for introduction when the Speaker explains our mission."

An electronic sigh emitted from the ghost. "Alright. But, get to know them, yeh? Promise you'll at least try?"

With slight hesitation, Evana replied, "I make no such promise, Echo. Don't ask so much of me."

The ghost peered down as he hovered over her shoulder, grumbling under his breath. "I don't think that's much to ask for at all.." he mumbled. A defeated sigh escaped him. "Whatever you say, Eve," he said, calling her by her nickname.

They reached the door and entered the room, preparing to be debriefed.

[User]
The guardians now gathered enters the hall of council, upfront by an altar like table stood The Speaker surrounded by the head of each city faction and even representing her queen was Petra.
This oughta be rather major...
There was a complete silence, each of Vayen's heartbeat was all she herself heard by now in wait for The Speaker to say his.

You could hear him inhale, "Branded Flame, you have been summoned here due to a common for all of us and that is, Aaron the Ranger. Aaron was a formidible guardian, with more experience than anyone else... However as told to you already his disappearance remains a mystery and further so now when we have found his ghost seemingly alive sending distress signals.
Aaron was a true scout and the best informant we ever had, bearing the light with him. He was last known to be headed for Venus in search for a Golden age regalia, built by mankind for one purpose only, destroying the Darkness which surrounds us...
Yes, there is such a weapon and we fear that Aaron might have found it when something happened to him forcing him to disappear.
You are to track his ghost down, gather all known intel about Aaron and report back to us of what you have found out about him
if possible retrieve his ghost and hand it to me.
If you happen to run into Aaron, engage him with caution and apprehend him but do not trust him, he could very well have been manipulated by the darkness he has faced... Any questions?"

Vayen shook her head, "Sorry Speaker, you talk but I am having a hard time.finding structure in your information... Are you holding back on us?"

"I have told you what you need to know, however any more practical questions are welcome."

Vayen bit her underlip a bit, very disappointed to hear nothing about nothing, vital for the mission at hand... It sounded like finding a needle in the hay stack, though more with a more sucidal tone about it...
She stood facing them all with a clenched fist, "I see..." she replied awaiting her fellow guardians to step u, hopefully they had, she would not bare to exchange more words than felt necessary to the Speaker.

[Assistant]
Hearing all this vague talk of the Guardian-person Aaron, Cecelia starts feeling suspicious, so she speaks up. "Um, Speaker? Sir? I'm also a little confused. Why are we supposed to assume the worst on Aaron's condition? Would it not be quite apparent were we to speak to him? The information you're giving us is very complicated and almost contradictory. I mean, if he's consumed by darkness, why would his ghost send out a distress beacon? And on Earth? If he was supposed to be going to Venus, why wouldn't it be there? And why was a scout sent for something that would have been a lot more suited for a fireteam?"
 The more Cecelia speaks, the more worried she becomes, and the more questions come to mind. She stops asking questions because they might become redundant, but a few key things keep bothering her. Engage him? Don't trust him? His ghost signalling for distress on Earth? A weapon to literally drive away the darkness wouldn't be handheld. It would probably have to be in a cargo ship, wouldn't it? And how are they not aware of anything concerning the mission since him starting it. Wouldn't his ghost have been transmitting something? Gah! What have I gotten myself into...?

[User] "Um sir,this seems like a expert mission do you mind telling me why you would choose a newcomer like me for this mission"Asia asked nervously.She could tell that the other members of her team seemed nervous and suspicious.She too could tell that the council was holding back information but she was in no position to question it.She wasn't sure if she could trust this guy but opted not to show it."geez,I'm in way over my head arnt I"she thought.

[Assistant]
"Ooooooooooh, wow!" Mason marveled as they entered into the Hall of Council. "Now that is a sight!" Mason said turning to look at Atticus. "Don't you think so?"

Atticus couldn't help but marvel along with his ghost. This was the first time he had stepped into the Hall of Council and it was rather intimidating at first. In the entire room the only place to stand was in front of an altar like table upon a raised dais. A row of short windiow near the ceiling let in the light of the setting sun, and depending on the time of day those standing were either blinded by the light or the light bathed those sitting at the table in an ethereal light. For now it was the latter. Sitting in the center of the table was the Speaker, and around the rest of the table sat the Vanguard to his right; Cayde-6, Ikora Rey, and Commander Zavala. The heads of each of the City's factions to his left; Lakshmi-2, Arach Jalaal, and Executor Hideo. At either end of the table sat the remaining members, the cryptarch Master Rahool and the Queen of the Reef's emissary Petra Venj. The sight of all of these people together gave him the impression that he was to be judged, tried, and executed for some crime rather than be sent on a mission for the City.

A soft click coming from Mason dragged him from his thoughts of being judged and he could see the Ghost's eye seeming to focus in on the group at the table. "Are," Another soft click left the Ghost. "Are you taking pictures right now?"

One more click left the Ghost and Mason turned to look at Atticus. "Maybe, I mean it's not like we're gonna get to see something like this to often." Mason looked back at the group at the table. "You think the Speaker will pose for a picture with me?"

"No, I don't!" Atticus said as sternly as he could without laughing at Mason's comment as they neared the center of the room. "Now please just be quiet and let the Speaker talk without any interruption from you."

Mason let out a huff but agreed and remained silent as the Speaker told those gathered more about their mission. From what little intel that they had been given he had gathered that they would be looking for Aaron the Ranger, he had assumed though that they would be looking for a dead man though given the rumors of his death. He was thrown further for another loop at the existence of a weapon designed to combat the Darkness. Vayen had stepped up to speak first for the group, attempting to call out the Speaker on his cryptic way of speaking, but gained no new information. Cecelia was the next to try and get more out of the Speaker, but before he could answer her the newest of the group, Asia, also asked a question of him.

The Speaker waited a moment to gather himself before answering the two. "Aaron's last mission took him to Venus searching for more information on this weapon. He landed at the Ishtar Sink on Venus and we were able to keep track of his position by way of his Ghost. Upon reaching the Ishtar Academy his Ghost went dark." The Speaker looked around at the Guardians, making it look like he was giving himself time to make sure that he wasn't giving away to much. "This was not unusual for the man, he would often do this when he ran into a situation and needed to disappear from the enemy. We here at the city waited. And we waited. And we waited. For months he did not resurface and it was assumed that Aaron's light was lost to us." He returned his attention to Cecelia. "That is until a few days ago when we received a distress beacon coming from here on Earth. We attempted to make contact with the Ghost, but there was no return message from the Ghost or Aaron. Some here believe that the Darkness may be manipulating Aaron, like it has others before, and the Ghost is seeking help before Aaron has a chance to kill the Ghost and keep the intelligence on what happened on Venus a secret."

Atticus felt the need to speak out before the Speaker went on. "Manipulated by the Darkness? Like many believe Dredgen Yor was when he killed those other Guardians, or even like Toland, the Shatter?"

"Yes," The Speaker answered turning to look at Atticus before returning his attention to Cecelia and the rest of her question. "Aaron was sent alone, because he was the first to find the intelligence on the weapon years ago. No other's have yet to find anything on any type of weapon that could combat the Darkness." Feeling he had answered Cecelia's question, although obviously leaving her in a more confused state about the weapon and questioning why she joined this mission, he moved on to answer Asia's question. "You, Guardian," He turned in his chair to face the new Guardian. "Have been chosen to prove yourself and forge your own legend among the Guardians." He gestured towards the other Guardians gathered with her. "Many of those gathered here were a fledgling much like yourself, but over the years they have begun to forge a name for themselves. They were given a chance just like you are now. You may be newly awoken to your role of a Guardian but your Light burns just as brightly as those gathered here, and we see many good things in your future."


[System]
Codename/Alias: Plague

Mask:

Race: Ghoul

Age: 21

Gender: Male

Height: 5"0

Eye Colour: Grey

Hair Colour: Dyed Green, Naturally Black

Personality: Ryan is the type of person who doesn't enjoy eating. Or he didn't at first anyways. Now he can be a bit of a glutton. He is fairly relaxed in social situations, and loves cooking for friends. In battle he is sadistic and efficient, inflicting lethal injuries with the type of non-chalance you would see in a man blowing his nose. He likes to make jokes in and outside of battle and considers himself to be a pretty funny guy. Ryan doesn't show it often but he truly wishes for equality between Ghouls and Humans, and is saddened by the fact that others must die so he can live. He is loyal to his friends and fellow gang members, and is willing to do anything to protect them. On a sidenote, he is usually the one to make coffee when others ask for it.

Occupation: Owner of local coffee shop "The Daily Grind". He inherited it from his father who had recently died. He's not very good at managing it so he has one of his father's friends running it for now.

Ward of Operation: 15

Rating: B Rated

Organisation: Hydra's Nest

Rank: Fangs

Kagune Type: Rinkaku

Kagune Appearance or description: Ryan's kagune comes out of his lower back and is 4 green tentacles with black tips, almost as if they're rotting. They have blue veins running through them and are constantly pulsing.

Special trait: As a trump card he can begin splitting his Kagune into more tentacles so he can have more to attack with. Every time he splits the tentacles get faster but are even more brittle and breakable than usual.

Other: Smoking is Bad Mmkay?

[User]
Ashido Kazuyaka

Ward 7, Raining

Ashido looked to the sky then back down at Naota before speaking "We best go get something to eat...we will do some more investigating tomorrow." Ashido turned and began walking down the street, he wasn't exactly eager to complete this case swiftly...instead they'd try follow a case of their own and catch themselves a more reasonable target...one that Naota would actually be able to fight fairly as this King case was to much...even for Ashido...

[Assistant]
Kazumo Igiri
As his teeth sank into Tatsuo's flesh his eyes widened as his bite grew harder. This was truly an incredible meal! Nothing could beat the tase of a fucking king, nothing! yet then he felt the sword stab through him as he glared at Tatsuo as the heads crushed both of them. He released his bite and laughed. "Damn boy buy me a drink first." he taunted before Tatsuo shouted about him finally experiencing losing which made Kazumo laugh even louder before biting into his neck again as Tatsuo kicked off the ground and booked it all the way to the 13th ward. Tatsuo would speak again about experiencing hell together which made Kazumo smirk. "Sure I'll be the damn tour guide ya little shit." Kazumo stated as he braced himself as they both flew threw the building and to the street below where Kazumo would stand up dusting himself off.

As he began to approach Tatsuo again, he noticed this green haired red eyed woman with a sycthe. His eyes widened behind his mask before he looked at Tatsuo. "Well I wont count this as a loss but a draw. I'm not in the mood to have my head lopped off by the she devil there." Kazumo stated reverting back to a human looking form and pushing a button on his helmet which made a bike shoot out of nowhere to which he jumped on it and pushed another button on the bike and waved at Tatsuo. "Sucks you have no ride. Text me if you don't die." Kazumo yelled before vanishing out of sight almost instantly.

[User]
Adam after putting away his coffee in his house was now waiting at the main headquarters drinking from a water bottle,"Now where oh where could they be?" He thought to himself smiling to nobody before finishing his water slowly walking towards the recycling bin putting away the empty water bottle.

Adam made his way back to the entrance of the HQ building and while he would be waiting he pulled out a small manga book form his coat pocket,It was called Go Go's Wacky Quest and it was his favorite series of books and hoped where he was would be just as exciting as it already was.

[Assistant]
Revan, 1st Ward, CCG Main Office
Bold=English

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"Gotcha Boss," Was all that Revan said with a nod as he went to follow Atsuro out the door, easily cathng up with the man's stride and getting into the passenger seat of the car. Before he got in, however, he took another drag of his cigarette before dropping it on the ground and snuffing it out under his heel. With that done, he would take his seat, buckling in for safety as he prepped himself for the battle in the form of some last minute calibrations to his arm as they drove towards the destinations, opening up the inner arm ad taking out a few tools to run tests and examinations on the hardware that made it operate. As they approached the destination, Revan decided to address the younger man's earlier comments.

"Atsuro, is it, I sure you've notice by now that my personality is very, very rough, ragged, and generally unpleasant for those around me, yes?" Revan would offer a short pause for the obvious answer before continuing, still working on his arm as he worked. "Well, in my earlier days, that personality came with youthful idiocy that lasted all of 2 days. On my second day in, i got my mentor killed because I rushed into a battle I wasn't ready fro and he had to save my ass, killing the ghoul only to succumb to his wounds shortly after. Ever since that day, I've always worked to reign in my own battle hungry impulses o prevent such things from happening again. One part of doing that is making sure I look at everything from a logical perspective first, than allow myself to get excited for it. It's my way of limiting the high, so to speak."

As Revan spoke, his tone had taken a more somber note than before, his eyes partly clouded over in remembrance for a bit, before he came back to the present with a chuckle, dry as it was.

"As for worrying about my death, all I can say is that I've come to accept the fact that I'll like die in a very horrible fashion one of these days, but I'll be damned if i allow the Reapr to cloud my thoughts o a daily basis. SO I guess the short answer is no, I'm not really concerned about my death. and why would I when living life is much more engaging. Wouldn't you agree?"

[User]
Yume Soma
Location: 12th Ward

Yume eyes the girl closely as she flew off by her tentacle in order to protect herself. However she did not think that the other would go for a rebound as so to say so and made her legs go into a lance like form aiming for Yume. She bit her lip harshly as she started to get irritated by the stubbornness and decided to just go full into the fight as well for as long as the Kings were doing their business with each other. She was not a match for them, not even the slightest bit however if she had to, she was going to give her life for her King no matter what the situation. Maybe this is where she resembled the other ghoul a little in loyalty. But that was the only thing that they had alike.

She made her two tentacles form in a huge knot like weapon and slammed with force against the other her legs, making sure that she was not going to be reached by the 'lance'. Leaning back almost completely in order to avoid arms swaying into her face, maybe scraping her cheek a little as it was impossible to just get away without any injury. Once that was done, she took a step back and watched the girl take her mask off which was an extremely risky thing to do if the ghouls were enemies. However as the girl made an attempt to bit a piece of flesh out of her neck, her tentacle was already there, pointing the sharp edge towards the girl her face. She was going to pierce her if she was not going to pull back. "Can you stop now? You'll make your clothes even dirtier than they already are, though I'm not better." She said monotonously. "Also your king seems to be leaving already so why don't we leave this fight for now."

[Assistant]
Tatsuo Hyakuya
[13th Ward]

Tatsuo rose from the rubble, yanking the blade from his stomach and ready to charge back at Kazumo. He stopped dead in his tracks, turning to the side to see a green haired devil. He sighed, his eyes turning cold as Kazumo ran almost immediately. "Tch, if I had longer I would of had the strength to fight you. Too bad my meal just ran away" He said to Shizuka, knowing full well who she was. Among the entire CCG, she was the most dangerous. She didn't care for the life of humans, so hostages were pointless. He also knew words were pointless to her and could only think of escape Next time I'll end things quickly instead of dragging it on like this. Kazumo wasn't in his Kakuja mode, instead 8 of his harpoon appendages behind him. They were thinner but light, light enough for Tatsuo to escape. "I'd love to stay and fight you but not today" He smacked the ground in front of him, kicking up a small dust storm in front of her. He leaped up to the top of a building and kicked off it, heading back to Hydra Nest territory. He knew she'd be hot on his tail, if not swinging at him already. He still pulled out his phone and dialed a number, only saying a few words before abandoning it to turn behind him. "Gather the 9 Heads"

[User]
Naota Shibuya
[7th Ward]
Naota nodded at Ashido, following right behind him as they left the scene. "Aye aye sir" He said like a pirate following it's captain. Truth is, Naota didn't want to deal with this crime scene. The level of strength these Ghouls had were too great for him and he was still only had 1 Quinque. Granted he became incredibly skilled with it but it still had it's weaknesses and he had yet to capture another Ghoul since his promotion. "Ashido-senpai" Naota said, breaking the momentary silence "What was your second Quinque? I have the option to get another one but I'm not sure what type I want. And I don't want one just handed to me, I'd rather earn mines and see what it can do in action." He asked out of curiosity, not even seeing Ashido's first Quinque yet.

[Assistant]
Kazumo Igiri and Nailah Igiri
Kazumo would arrive back at the base within a few minutes and would come flying inside before crashing upon the ground where he skid and took off his broken helmet as he stood up. "Yeah... that hurts, everything fucking hurts." Kazumo grumbled before throwing the helmet at a wall and shattering it as his sister would come rushing out and glare at him and his blood stained clothes, that were torn apart. "You dumb big brother! Stop picking fights with people that can dish it back!" Nailah would lecture as she smacked him upside the head repeatedly. Kazumo would grumble before lowering his head. "Yes sister.... I'm sorry. In my defense it was fun as hell!" He said earning him another smack, he would look at this one man reading a manga and would walk over to him and rip it from his hands. "Hey whatever your name was. I have to lay low for a bit so I need you to go out and get a human. I'd hunt myself but i'm too tired at the moment. So don't fuck up or i'll make a pleb ranking and put you in it." Kazumo said tossing the manga back at him as he went over and picked up his bike and moved it inside the garage area he had for the bike itself.
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Atsuro Volke
As the man got in the car, Atsuro would waste no time and would set off for their destination. He remained quiet up until the man spoke about his past, telling him about getting his mentor killed and it was because he was an idiot who rushed into the situation without thinking. Now he tried to limit his high until he was sure it was okay before getting excited for a fight. he would then state that he doesn't fear death and that engaging life is much more fun and asked if he agreed. Atsuro would keep his eyes on the road while addressing the man. "Well just note if you rush in, I'm not going to be like your mentor and lay my life on the line for you. If you die, then oh fucking well you die. As for engaging life well then I find doing my duty to be exciting. As long as I get revenge on Scarecrow then it matters not how I live my life. So I'm going to crawl my way to special class and then bring annihilation upon Scarecrow. So again, try not rushing into a situation like a mad man. You will not be saved by me."

[User]
Adam saw his manga being ripped form his hands feeling a bit peeved for this but once he was given some comrades and given his manga back he turned around,"Mhm kids these days" He mumbled to himself now putting his manga away into his coat pocket walking away thinking of some humans that he could take.Adam put on his headphones listening to some music (This song youtube.com/watch?v=iypUpv9xelg) while he had his walk to find a human.Making his way towards the grocery store to look for a good human and to buy some water for himself.

Once he got into the grocery store picking up a bottle of water seeing a young women picking out some grapes for her miserable life or so what he thought.He followed behind her keeping his distance of course finally tailing her to her car knocking her out shoving her into the truck and getting into the drivers seat driving the car towards his HQ.Once he got towards the HQ he brought the girl into the HQ now singing the same song form before.

He followed the scent of the biker form before wanting to bring the girl to him.

[Assistant] Ryan sighed as he got up. "I'm heading back to Headquarters, I don't think the boss is coming back. Thanks for the cigarette, you should probably head back to Headquarters too." He made his Kagune tear through his back and jumped towards his Headquarters using them. He began thinking about what happened during battle and he shuddered. Did he really belong with them? No, Hydra's Nest was his group, they cared about him. A few miles in he saw Leviathan and smiled underneath his mask. "Hey boss! I finished the fight, are we heading back to Headquarters now?" He asked as he looked around.


[System]
Belladonna

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Character Summary
Aliases: Bella, Donna, BB
Age: 22
Birthday: December 20, 1995
Birth Place: Unknown
Gender: Female
Powers/Special Skill Set: Weapon Infusion (With Elements), Combat Prowess, and Espionage
Editorial Nickname: The Badass
Alignment: Chaotic Neutral
How long have they been with X-Factor?: Two Years

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Appearance
Height: 5'9''
Weight: 120 lbs
Build: Slender Athletic
Eyes: Brown
Hair: Platinum Blonde
Skin Tone: Ivory
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Scar along right hip, scar along upper back, tattoo of the Yin and Yang symbol behind right ear, ear piercings on both ears
Personal Style: Bella dresses as the situation demands it, but she does get some enjoyment out of wearing things considered girly and cutesy as she fights because it gives her an advantage. She does not wear anything particular when not in a mission, preferring comfort when not in the field. She has been seen in sweatpants and a t-shirt or a stylized dress on any given day.

Her color scheme ranges based on the day also, though she usually opts for darker colors. Her hair is usually tied in twin tails or let down to her lower back. She wears make-up as she sees fit, mainly on a mission when she needs to look a certain way. She will look presentable when it benefits her or whatever task she is on.

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Psychology
Disciplined * Crafty * Impressive * Secretive * Stoic * Restrained

Sexuality: Bisexual
Relationship Status: Single
Personality: Bella doesn't show emotion. Or it could be said she shows emotion rarely. Trained to believe emotions are a weakness, she gets the job done, no matter how dirty the deed. She is disciplined and direct, though she does have a sarcastic side to her she lets out, particularly when she is annoyed.

She stands out amongst others for her dedication to the work she is in. She knows she is impressive and valuable to any who have her on their side, but she does not care one way or the other about whatever side she is on. She does the work and she gets paid. Even in the midst of torture, she can endure without shedding a tear or uttering a scream. To some, that is a valuable skill in a spy. To others, it's concerning that there may be darker things underneath that pretty exterior. She will never tell.
Habits:* Sarcasm
* Listens to music when training

Hobbies:* Watching Trashy TV
* Sparring

Fears:
* Being Buried Alive
* Cannibals
* The Bottom of the Ocean

Likes:
* Techno Music
* Dueling
* Exploring
* Detective Novels
* Proving People Wrong
* Podcasts

Dislikes:
* Assholes
* Cat Calling
* Being Spied On
* Birds
* Lines
* Fake People

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Cards On The Table
General World Skills:
* Tracking
* Espionage
* Parkour
* Lockpicking
* Poison Knowledge
* Cryptology

Combat Skills:
* Elemental Imbuement: Bella has the ability to imbue her weapons with elemental enhancements. This can be any weapon she obtains (but most notably her sword and gun)
* Sword Combat
* Firearm Combat
* Hand-to-Hand Combat
* Morning Star Combat

Medical Issues/Injuries
* None

Possessions:
* Clothing - Black Top, Checkered Mini Skirt, Black Boots
* Katana
* Handgun
* Morning Star
* Two Clips Extra Ammo
* Lockpick
* Poison Vial
* Extra Hair Ties (around wrist)
* Cell Phone

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History
Why did you join X-Factor?: It wasn't so much that Bella joined X-Factor, it was more that she was obtained. Having fought for her own freedom, she opted to use her skills and training to aid the highest bidder, which had its own danger. X-Factor allowed her to continue to fight, earn her keep, and be protected in a way. The only thing they do not have is her loyalty as she is only loyal to herself, but she will keep the team safe.

General History: Bella didn't know the joys of childhood. She never knew who her real father and mother were. All she knew was a man named Master Shien and he was cruel and demanding. With iron fist, she along with a select few other children were hardened, trained to fight, sneak, and kill. She didn't learn about the world like other children, she only saw it through blood.

However, the children still hoped for escape. The master could never break their resolve, even if he broke their bones. So they hatched a plan to escape and leave and go out into the world. It all came crashing down as Master Shien killed and slaughtered them one by one, leaving Bella along with two others. Bella took her sword in hand and challenged the master. They fought hard, each dealing blows to the other, but Bella came out on top, decapitating her "father" and leaving.

Since then, Bella had to gradually learn how the world worked. She was smart and capable though (plus the internet) and she knew her place. She began to sell her skills as a professional hitman or spy for various factions around the U.S. She was sought after due to her unflinching nature and her results.

Bella no longer cared though. She was in it for herself and knew no one else could be trusted unless they earned it. That was when X-Factor came into the scene. Hearing about her skills they offered her a position amongst the team. Bella agreed for a limited time, mainly to see how it would play out for her. Once she was satisfied, she joined up. Could she be trusted though was the question.

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Extras
Character Quote: "If looks could kill I'd be a mass murderer. Oh wait...."
Theme Song:
Anything Else: Invisible Woman, Link

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Belladonna
"I don't do friends. And yes, that's what she said."

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⟢ 🎆Respects ⟡ 🌓Neutral ⟡ 👋Acquaintance ⟡ 🙇It's Complicated ⟣
⟢ 💛Friend ⟡ 💙Good Friends ⟡ 💜Best Friends ⟡ ❣Ex-Friends ⟡ 😈Frienemy ⟣
⟢ 💘Infatuation ⟡ 💓Loves ⟡ 💗Couple ⟡ 💕Basically Family ⟡ 💞Family ⟡ 💔Ex-Lovers ⟣
⟢ ♨Tense ⟡ 💀Dislikes ⟡ 😡Hates ⟡ 👿Enemy ⟡ 👹Absolutely Loathes ⟣

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🌓 Andrew Rossi 🌓
"Smart man can grow big or small. He doesn't bother me too much."

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🎆 Demetria Clarke 🎆
"She can freeze shit, which is pretty awesome. Other than that, she's cool."

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🙇 John Watts 🙇
"He looks at me like a daughter. I...do not know what to think about this."

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🎆 Evelyn Holder 🎆
"Assassins don't have a code, but I can respect her game provided she doesn't step on my toes."

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🎆 Alannah Ó Ceallaigh 🎆
"A warrior of the past meets a warrior of the future. This will be fun."

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♨ Barbara "Bobbi" Leigh-Anne Hobbes ♨
"She's loud and grating. Could she shut up for two minutes?"

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👋 Wasley Martin 👋
"He's um...he's cool, I guess. Stop asking me!"

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[User]
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Vertigo

Location: Sisterhood Base
Skills: N/A

Elara was tense as she felt Psylocke move to stand nearby. Her eyes moved to the purple blade of energy that formed in the woman's hand. As she spoke to the strange man in green, Elara moved her eyes back to him. He didn't belong here, so what was he doing here? Her calm expression turned into a look of suspicion, and she curled her hands into fists. She was prepared for an offensive attack, if he chose to act that way.

Instead, he gave Psylocke an expression of pure anger. Her eyebrows furrowed. If you are Elizabeth Braddock? Her eyes glanced at the woman next to her to see how Psylocke reacted to that statement. Then her eyes moved back to the man.

"If you aren't going to tell us who you are, then I suggest you tell us who you are here to avenge." She stated, feeling as if she needed to get some of the attention off of her partner. "How did you know that you would find the person you're looking for here?"

[Assistant]
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Location: Machine Room w/ Casey and Rogue Team.
Skills: N/A

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It felt like it took only a long blink before the speedster seemed to disarm Casey of her handguns. Mentally scorning herself for not reading up more on her team mates to know whether or not Casey was not defenseless or not. Either way, current standings were even worse for the two of them. She sighed quietly to herself, feeling like they were more like hostages than security.

Jo stood out and relaxed herself out of her defensive stance. With a quick wave her her hands the floating disks of magic light dissipated into twinkling lights they slowly evaporated into nothing. They no longer offered her any comfort as they're situation seemed worse for ware.

"Alright. Yes, we weren't informed on any of this pertinent information. So why not enlighten us? Tell us why you're here? Certainly there's a reason." Jo questioned casually, trying to keep the situation on a level of casual and non-confrontational.


[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] "Sounds like a plan." Liam said. He then took another sip of tea.

[Assistant] Ryan finished his tea and smiled. A few more minutes passed and he sighed. "Is everyone else good? I have finished my tea." Ryan said as he put his cup down on a nearby table.

[User] Liam finished his and placed it next to Ryan's. "I am."

[Assistant]
Shiranui finished his and placed it next to Liam's. "I'm done," he said. Ramos smiled as he took the empty tea cups away.

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"This match will be a 3-on-3 single battle with no time limit. Only the challenger can substitute," the gym's referee stated, "Begin!"
"Go Jumpluff!"
"Honoh, I choose you!" Shiranui sent out his Talonflame against Ramos' Jumpluff.
"Jumpluff, the Cottonweed Pokémon and the fully evolved form of Hoppip. Jumpluff rides warm southern winds to cross the sea and fly to foreign lands. The Pokémon descends to the ground when it encounters cold air while it is floating."
"Jumpluff, Sunny Day!"
"Honoh, Flame Charge!" The Talonflame dived towards Jumpluff with his feathers on fire and struck it, gaining a boost in speed. Jumpluff made the sun shine brighter and Shiranui knew Jumpluff's abilities involved the sun. He saw how Jumpluff became from the sunlight and deduced it had the Chlorophyll ability.
"Jumpluff, Sleep Powder!"
"Honoh, Acrobatics!" Honoh put his Gale Wings ability to work and dove for Jumpluff again. Jumpluff tried to dodge the incoming attack, but Honoh struck home and because the Talonflame didn't have an item equipped, the attack knocked Jumpluff out in one hit.

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"Impressive," Ramos commented, returning Jumpluff, "Let's see how your Talonflame handles my Weepinbell." Ramos sent out his next Pokémon and Shiranui scanned it.
"Weepinbell, the Flycatcher Pokémon and the evolved form of Bellsprout. It spits out Poison Powder to immobilize the enemy and then finishes it with a spray of Acid."
"Weepinbell, Poison Powder!"
"Honoh, return; Yoto, I choose you!" Shiranui returned his Talonflame and pulled the twin swords that was Yoto out from his back, throwing them into the battle. Yoto was covered in the powder that Weepinbell sprayed, but it had no effect on the Doublade.
"Weepinbell, Grass Knot!"
"Yoto, Aerial Ace!" A knot of grass came up and one of Yoto's swords hit it and fell to the ground, but it was only a light tap to the Doublade. One sword made a feint and Weepinbell fell for it before the other sword struck it for heavy damage.
"Weepinbell, Razor Leaf!"
"Yoto, Gyro Ball!" Weepinbell sent leaves flying at Yoto that struck a critical blow, but despite that the Doublade did not receive much damage. The swords came together—one sword at a right angle to the other—and started spinning really fast like a circular saw. Using Weepinbell's Chlorophyll ability against it, Yoto slashed Weepinbell with a coup de grâce, knocking it out.

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"Your Doublade's strong, but can it defeat my Gogoat?" Ramos asked as he switched his Weepinbell for his Gogoat. Shiranui scanned it.
"Gogoat, the Mount Pokémon and the evolved form of Skiddo. It can tell how its Trainer is feeling by subtle shifts in the grip on its horns. This empathic sense lets them run as if one being."
"Gogoat, Leech Seed!"
"Yoto, Fury Cutter and keep at it until I instruct otherwise!" Gogoat launched a seed at Yoto and one of the swords was covered in energy-sapping vines, but it was enough to render the Doublade seeded. The non-seeded sword sneaked up on Gogoat and struck the mount with a weak blow while it was focused on the seeded sword. The heavy sunlight subsided and Yoto felt a bit of his energy get sapped.
"Gogoat, Razor Leaf!" Gogoat sent out two leaves and both struck Yoto for minor damage. Yoto slashed Gogoat for major damage with another Fury Cutter.
"Gogoat, Vine Whip!" This time, Gogoat let out a couple of vines that whipped both swords for minor damage. Yoto was starting to get exhausted, but with one more Fury Cutter the swords slashed Gogoat again. The hit was critical and Gogoat fell over, knocked out.

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Yoto went back to Shiranui and the latter sheathed the two swords as Ramos came over. "For defeating me in battle, I award you the Plant Badge," he said, congratulating Shiranui.
"Thanks Ramos," Shiranui replied.

[User]
Ryan nodded and stepped forwards. "I will go next." The referee stated the usual rules and Ryan nodded. "Go Fuma." Fuma jumped into the battlefield and croaked loudly. Ramos sent out a Jumpluff and the battle began.

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Fuma started the battle off with a powerful Smack Down after Jumpluff had tried to jump into the air to shower him with various spores. Fuma changed color and turned into a Rock Type with a flourish. The Jumpluff attempted to use Bullet Seed but the bullets all bounced off of Fuma with only minor pain. Fuma used Smack Down once more and knocked the Jumpluff out. It was at this moment that Fuma began to glow and evolve into a Greninja. The evolution ended and Fuma was now a proud Greninja.

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A new fight began, this time with Bancho in the ring against Weepinbell. Bancho started off with Comet Punch and knocked Weepinbell back. The Weepinbell grabbed Bancho with its vines and began to Wrap Bancho intensely. Bancho struggled to get free but it was futile as Weepinbell squeezed tighter and tighter. Just ten minutes ago he would've lost. But now there was a Dark Type in the party. Bancho began to glow intensely from inside the Wrap and the vines strained to hold him. The vines suddenly snapped and Bancho let loose a mighty roar. He was now a Pangoro. Bancho grabbed the Weepinbell and Body Slammed it with a bowl of anger. The Weepinbell was knocked out and Bancho was the winner. Ryan considered returning him to his Pokeball but decided to talk to him about it later. He should talk to all of his Pokemon about how they felt about Pokeballs. Bancho walked over to Ryan and sat down next to him.

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Ramos sent out his Gogoat and Ryan sent out Futana. She started off by rushing the Gogoat and Crunching its body. The Gogoat yelled with anger and struggled to get away. After a few seconds it snorted and Used Bulldoze to knock Futana away. This hurt her immensely but she quickly stood back up. "Futana, Iron Defense." Futana toughened up and stood ready for another attack. The Gogoat got ready for another attack but Ryan as prepared. "Sucker Punch!" Futana reared her hand back and Sucker Punched the Gogoat as it ran straight towards her. It swayed a bit and fell right over.

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Futana returned to her Pokeball and Ramos came over to Ryan. "For defeating me in battle, I award you the Plant Badge." He said congratulating Ryan with a smile. "Also, give Professor Sycamore my regards the next time you see him.

"Thank you very much sir. I'll give Professor Sycamore your regards the next time I see him." Ryan accepted the Plant Badge with a smile.

[Assistant] Shiranui watched the battle and noted to himself to get some more training in when they get back on the road. He knew Ryan would be a formidable opponent in the Pokémon League.

[User]
It was Liam's turn. Ramos started with Weepingbel.

"Weepingbel, the Flycatcher Pokemon. The leafy parts act as cutters for slashing foes. It spits a fluid that dissolves everything. It spits out Poison Powder to immobilize the enemy and then finishes it with a spray of Acid.Weepinbell has a large hook on its rear end. At night, the Pokémon hooks on to a tree branch and goes to sleep. If it moves around in its sleep, it may wake up to find itself on the ground." Liam sent out Noibat.

"Noibat, Wing Attack!" Liam called. Noibat struck Weepingbel with its wings.
"Poison Powder Weepingbel." Ramos called.
 "Blow it away with Gust!" Liam ordered. Noibat's wings blew the venomous powder away.
 Nice move there whippersnapper." Ramos praised. "But it won't save you. Now use Wrap."
 Noibat was bound up by the opponent.
"Now Noibat, Air Cutter! the strong blast of wind hit Weepingbel for significant damage.
(wrap 1)
"Sunny Day." Ramos called.
"Air cutter!" Liam called. The Sunny Day activated Cholorphil, and allowed Weepingbel to evade the move.
(wrap 2, Sunny 1)
"Sweet Scent." Ramos called.
"Air Cutter!" Liam replied.Noibat's evasiveness lowered and Weepingbel evaded again.
(wrap 3, Sunny 2)
Weepingbel was ordered to use Toxic Liam called for a Supersonic. Noibat managed to duck under the blob of poison and let loose a shrill cry that left Weepingbel confused.
(wrap 4, Sunny 3)
Weepingbel was again ordered to use Toxic, but hurt itself in confusion, nocking itself out.

Ramos next called on Jumpluff.
"Jumpluff, the Cottenweed Pokemon. Blown by seasonal winds, it circles the globe, scattering cotton spores as it goes. This Pokémon descends to the ground when it encounters cold air while it is floating."

Liam recalled Noibat and sent out Gallade.
"Rock Tomb!" Liam called. Jumpluff also had Chlorophil and dodged.
Jumpluff, Sleep Powder."
"Dodge with Teleport!" Liam ordered. Galled Gallade teleported out of the way of the powder.
(Sunny 4)
"Fairy Wind" Ramos called. Galled took the super effective hit.
"Psycho Cut!" Liam called. the attack hit
(Sunny day over)
"Now Jumpluff, Bounce." Jumpluff bounced high up in the air.
"Galled, Swords Dance!"
 "Now Jumpluff, go!" Jumpluff began crashing down on Gallade.
 "Gallade Protect!" Liam ordered. A Green Shield formed around Gallade and negated the damage.
 "Now Gallade, Mega Evolve and use Ice Punch!" Liam pressed the keystone ad Gallade mega evolved. Gallade Socked Weepingbel with an arctic punch, KO'ing it. Ramos swapped it out for Gogoat.

"Gogoat, the Mount Pokemon, and the evolved form of Skiddo. It can tell how its Trainer is feeling by subtle shifts in the grip on its horns. This empathic sense lets them run as if one being. They inhabit mountainous regions. The leader of the herd is decided by a battle of clashing horns."

Liam recalled Gallade for Scarlet the Braixen.
 "Flame Charge!" Liam called.
"Bulldoze." Ramos called. Both Pokemon hit with the super effective moves. Scarlet's speed was back to normal.
 "Scarlet, Flamethrower!" Liam called. The blast of fire hit Gogoat dead on, burning it.
 "Bulldoze again Gogoat!" Ramos called This bulldoze was a critical. The red aura that signifies Blaze began to emanate from Scarlet.
"Worry Seed" Ramos called.
"Flamethrower!" Liam called. the seeds hit Scarlet and negated Blaze. Gogoat jumped to the side to dodge the fire. Scarlet began to glow with white light as she evolved into Delphox.

"Delphox, The Fox pokemon and the fully evolved form of Fenniken. It gazes into the flame at the tip of its branch to achieve a focused state, which allows it to see into the future. Using psychic power, it generates a fiery vortex of 5,400 degrees Fahrenheit, incinerating foes swept into this whirl of flame."

Scarlet used Mystical Fire. The intense flame KO'd Gogoat and Ramos gave Liam the Plant Badge. He praised Scarlet on the win and the evolution, sending her back to her Pokeball for a rest. He turned to his friends,
"Well, lets go to the Pokemon Center an recuperate for a bit."

[Assistant] "I agree," replied Shiranui.

[User] "Yeah." Ryan went to the Pokemon Center and got his Pokemon healed quickly. He switched Amber out for Pixie and waited out front for the others.

[Assistant] Shiranui healed Honoh and Yoto and afterwards made some adjustments to his party.

[User] Liam had his Pokemon healed. "Now, we got to cut though a desert area, passing the Kalos Power Plant, and we will be back to Lumionse."

[Assistant] "A desert is the perfect place to train any Ground-type Pokémon we have; considering the Lumiose Gym is an Electric-type gym," stated Shiranui, "According to my guide, Magneton and Nosepass can evolve on Route 13 from being around the Power Plant."


[System]
Kaminari Kiryu

"Names don't matter. What's important is how you live your life."
Age
18

Gender
Male

Home Sea
The Dragon Sea

Aether Sign
Sun - Lightning

Aether Abilities
Kaminari has trained his body under the martial arts of his father and Gale, learning how to use aether rather late in his training. He is the least experienced in real combat unlike the rest of the crew, only being allowed to fight if it is necessary. Gale's training has helped him create ways to use his aether to supplement his martial arts while being useful for every day purposes. As it stands, Kami is hardworking Diver with fists of steel and feet of lightning.

Lightning Skates: Lightining Skate is a unique technique that enhances the user's speed and creating unique ways to attack. More specifically, the user lines the bottom of their shoes or feet, if bare-footed, with a thin film of Lightning Aether. After the bottom of the shoe is coated with lightning, the user's speed on foot increases substantially. As a result, it as if the caster is skating across the ground. This spell holds a similar setup compared to when Kaminari enhances his limbs with lightning. Due to the complexity, Lightning Skate cannot be used in conjunction with Lightning Touch.

Lightning Touch: The most basic of techniques, but the most creative in Kaminari's arsenal. With a deep breath, Kami channels his aether into his hands/feet, casting streams of electricity around his hands/feet, thereby increasing the resulting damage when striking targets. Due to the natural effect accompanied by being struck by lightning, Kaminari can shock his targets. These shocks can potentially cause a momentary stun but, it's a rather low chance.

Lightning Tether: Shifting lightning through his hands/feet, Kaminari can touch an object, or person, leaving behind a mote of lightning, creating a tether between him and the object. The tether is solid, yet retains the property of lightning. A current is charged into whatever it touches, allowing Kaminari to change the polarity of the object, either pulling himself to the object and vice-versa, similar to magnetism. The tether cannot shock the things it touches as that requires too much from Kami.

Personality
Kami is a guy with very kind heart and pure intentions. Despite any troubles at his life, he continues to keep his smile truly alive and sincere, in order to seal the hope and strength in himself and in others. Kaminari is a protective and supportive one; even if he doesn't know how to help, he will do almost anything to help his friends or unknown-to-him and innocent people. He respects all the people that surround him, even the pirates though this respect differs from how Kami attends the usual people and Divers. He is quite polite, trying not to be rude in conversations and/or when he is in a bad mood. He is a calm individual, which can not be driven crazy or become mad easily. On the other hand, if somebody turns him up to the boiling point, then you surely can begin your preparations for the worst things ever. But, reaching the boiling point is a hard enough task. To mention other things, he is very kind and compassionate and somewhat very impressionable at someone's bad times and eventually often can not simply withstand the burden of other's troubles even if they aren't connected to him directly and he doesn't help them due to different circumstances.

History
Unlike his parents, Kami was not born in Xian, rather he was conceived upon the Dragon Sea, on a ship captain'd by Himund Gale. Kami's father, , stood proud to see his child had survived the complications of child birth. The same could not be said for , Kami's mother, had become ill during her pregnancy, her body growing weaker due to contracting an unknown disease. Despite her being in immense pain, Melia held her child tightly. Raito and Melia shed their love upon the infant, their lives finally amounting to something. Raito elected to raise his son on Gale's ship, treating his good friend as Kaminari's god father.

The life of a diver was not one well suited for a child and yet Kaminari became attached the idea of a Diver, a hero that protected the seas. Raito, and Gale began to teach the boy how to handle being a Diver, as even they knew that he would follow in their footsteps, but they were careful to never let him close to danger. The crew looked out for the boy and his ill mother, becoming a family in the meantime. A family that would soon endure a tragic loss.

The night came long as everyone slept, Kaminari running around the deck with Gale watching over him. A cannonball ripped through the ship, alarming the crew. Pirates had come to get revenge for their captain. A battle would ensue that left Gale's crew on the losing side, a ship 3x the size stood before them. Fate had deemed them a sacrifice to satiate the pirates, until Raito took action. His prowess proving to be legendary, facing them down near single-handedly. A demon of the seas, he boarded the pirate ship. He knew that couldn't escape the dreadnought, so he took it upon himself to give his crew time to escape. His goodbye was short, but he knew his family would understand, Kaminari screaming for his father. The loss was grave and not even time could heal this wound.

10 years passed after that fateful night, Kami never forgetting his father's sacrifice, but he was not the only loss that the boy would face. Melia too would eventually pass away, her body growing too weak to sustain herself. Kaminari had to face life without his parents, instead being raised by Huminid Gale, a foster father who treated the child like his own. The boy was the cusp of becoming a man, ready to face the world as a Diver like his parents before him.

Gear
Kaminari does not carry much besides the usual diver equipment. There is only three things that he keeps on him. One being a customized pocket watch that his father once used and the other two are twin katanas that are family heirlooms from his mother.

[User]
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Ah... the sun, the sea, the salt. All things Crus had been enjoying until the freakish storm overtook the ship. He'd seen plenty of storms in his life, from rain showers to hurricanes, but none that came on quite as fast as this. None as brutal either. Whatever was haunting this isle was really territorial. Crus had clung fast to the ship's mast, feeling every sway and lurch as the ocean and tempest did their best to pull the vessel under. During the worst of it Crus' heart felt as though it would be ejected from his throat, but was as exciting a feeling as it was terrifying. And just as quickly as the barrage of wind and rain came, it passed.

It was a couple of long moments before Crus unwrapped himself from around the mast. He shook his head in canine imitation, clearing it of sea water. Damn, what a storm!

Dark clouds and the harsh howl of the squall swirled around them on all sides, threatening to engulf them again, but here where they were it was more of less clear. Seems they'd gone right through and into the calm at the center. Without the din of the storm to compete against, Gale's voice rung loud and clear.

"Yessir," Crus chirped, raising two fingers to his forehead and then motioning them towards the Sharkfin's captain before making his way below deck. It was a little weird onboard, with people snapping to attention and practically rushing downstairs. Much different than the peaceful voyage they'd had so far. For all he knew though, maybe this kind of thing was normal. Crus was just going to pretend he knew what he was doing as he followed the flow.

It had only been days since he'd been onboard the Sharkfin. Though successful, his stowing away had not been very stealthy at all - and the crew had discovered him mere hours into setting off after stopping over at a little island for a short shore leave. They'd found Crus in the mess fixing himself a meal. The young Southerner didn't have much of a plan, and it was only with Gale's good humor and charity that the Sharkfin's crew hadn't stuck him in a rowboat and pointed him back to Ororuel.

And look at him now! On his way to become a Diver. Or so he liked to think anyway. He'd schmoozed with the crew over the last few days, made himself useful, and now he was going to prove himself in the water alongside the professionals. Oh yeah, things were going swimmingly.

One of the downsides of having stowed away was that Crus didn't bring a lot with him though. At least he wasn't bogged down with stuff, but he didn't have much gear to gather. Crewman insisted that he take a rebreather at the very least, and so he did. Maybe in the future he could buy one of those fancy suits. For now, it took him all of a couple minutes to get ready.

"Hey, Kami!" He called, craning his neck to look around for the other young man. "Last one t'make it back up on deck s'gonna cover the other's swabbing duties after this. I hope you've been practicing with your mop."

Challenge made, Crus started back towards the stairs. Now, there were plenty of people on the Sharkfin's payroll. Gloryhounds, misfits. Runaways. The nature of some eluded Crus, like those Imperial women. One such person was nearby, leaning against the cabin wall looking a bit lost all things considered. He was going to pass her on the way out, and so he flashed her a disarming smile.

"Tell me y'aren't sea sick, miss." It occurred to Crus that he hadn't spoken with the woman much, if at all, since he'd been here - so he wasn't about to guess her name and get it wrong, leaving it at 'miss.' It was an easy enough comment to brush off if she wasn't in the mood.

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mentions: @Lemons@Taka

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[Assistant]
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The Sharkfin | South Seas Ocean

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As the storm began to settle around them and the Sharkfin came to rest, Kaitha, like plenty of the other crew members, stared up at the patchy break in the clouds. Blessedly, the sun had not vanished from the sky to leave the world bleak and gray forever; the rays that touched the ship were warm and welcome. Tonight the moon would be beautiful—"dark days, bright nights," as the saying went.

Something to look forward to, anyway.

Orders were given and Kaitha made her way giddily down belowdecks. The dark here was much starker than it had been outside, even in the guts of that awful storm, and unlike the sunlight that warmed her skin and sank down, this brought her a warmth that radiated from within. She smiled, bouncing in each step with all the grace of a feather on the wind until she found the storage. Others were here, a young man and woman. Crus and Tella, who, Kaitha believed, was imperial. She hadn't been so vocal about it yet though, so for the time being she was given a pass.

"Pardon~" she hummed, slipping past them with water's own fluidity to find her things. She doffed her habit's cap and overcoat, but left the shawl and waist-coat on over the rest of the outfit. Choir habits were designed for diving, which made traveling much easier.

Well, mostly. She did have one bit of luggage that could be cumbersome now and again.

As she retrieved her Bo Saw, she couldn't help but overhear Crus and be just a little intrigued. Seasickness? A diver? Hopefully not, what a dreadful affliction to have in a profession like this. Or any profession, really. Frankly it might as well have been called 'worldsickness.'

"Think it might be more that the sea's sick of us." She flashed a grin, and tried to remember that showing too many teeth put people off. Quickly, she gave the blade a test-revving, happy to see that it hadn't been damaged in all that rattling. "Luna's luck we'll be out of here before it finds a remedy."


[System]
Age: 23

Bounty: N/A No Bounty

Gender: Male

Appearance: Adam is a young man with trimmed greyish hair, and dark blue eyes. He has a slim build, and isn't particularly muscular. He has Caucasian white skin, and usually wears a black privateer's coat with a white undershirt, and tan pants. His face is slender without much in the way of scars though is hands are calloused, and his chest is marked with a few scars that are hidden by his clothes. One wouldn't call him particularly handsome but certainly isn't ugly more average than not. The one remarkable thing about his physical body is his eyes tend to give people chills.

Personality: Adam is out for one person, and that is himself. His family comes second to some degree but due to their dynamic he truly doesn't believe he can trust them. Adam can be polite but more than not is rude, and callous towards others. He says whats on his mind, and doesn't mince words. While he may not be the most friendly sort he can try, and fake it to some extent appearing to be jovial, and carefree. He is more comfortable plotting how to torture, or hurt another person than he is trying to appease them. He is greedy but he knows not to be stupid, or foolish enough to seek things that may end up backfiring on him in the long run. He can be cruel but doesn't act on his impulses to do so usually. His main goal is simply to become as powerful as possible while the second is to amass his own empire. He doesn't particularly enjoy the concept of sub servitude, and he is quick to betray those who force it on him like a leash. That being said he is willing to put with what he must in order to achieve his goals. In short he is ambitious, and underhanded willing to do what he must to get ahead be it in combat, love, or life in general. While he can be sadistic he prefers pragmatic solutions to most things even if he doesn't particularly enjoy them. Hopeful children with eyes full of wonder sicken him to a degree.

Backstory: Adam Grey was born to a man known as 'The Warmonger of The South Blue' a man who had spent his life going from one place to another living life on the edge, and learning many fighting styles after which he amassed a massive amount of wealth. He was the third born of ten siblings. The Grey Family siblings had different mothers each, and Adam was no different than any of his siblings. He was raised to be a warlord. His own man in order to spread the legacy far and wide. His father wanted his progeny to master the arts he had only managed to acquire over his vast career. To see which one can become stronger than him. His childhood was spent chasing his elder brothers Clyde, and Hans who both looked after him in their own way trying to turn him into an ally. Though he ended up choosing neither in the end being a neutral party in order to follow his own dream.

His childhood was spent training with his father from when he was old enough to hold a knife in his hand his father found him more than capable of being quick, and deadly. His mother wasn't around leaving his father to raise him with whatever nannies he could find when he trained his older brothers. Socializing became a commodity to him more than a rite he was allowed to talk to people but only when his father allowed him to take a break from his studies. He learnt where to hurt a person to make them talk, where to stab a person to make them die, and where to hit them to just slow them down. The body became something of a learning point for Adam learning all he could in order to promptly destroy his opponents in combat. Failure was rewarded with insults, and mockery. It drove Adam to learn harder to prove his father wrong. Of course this was all a part of the charade of becoming a child soldier essentially. As he got more siblings his father spent more, and more time with others instead of him.

As he became a teenager the family butler taught him how to fake things. Smiles, compliments, and loyalty to others. Things that spies would learn in order to infiltrate places, or how his family used its influence at parties. Adam became quite adept at lying, and hurting people in the right way with more than just knives, and daggers. While this happened his older brother gave him tips, and tricks on how to seduce women, and girls. How to put on a charade for longer, and ultimately even how to use a sword which was his brother's own preferred technique.

It was somewhere near the end of his tenor at home that his younger sister Alice developed some sort of infatuation with him bordering on psychotic love, and affection. Maybe it was due to the fact that he was genuinely kind to her as a sibling, or maybe she was just latching onto someone but it ended up with Adam avoiding her when he could. His sister's marksmanship made her a dangerous enemy so he made sure not to make her mad if possible. After learning what he could he decided to set off. He bounced from ship to ship, and job to job learning, and honing his skill. At one point refusing to take a devil fruit because it would limit his own ability on the high seas in the long run as what use was a person who couldn't swim? He cleverly swapped names, and wore different clothes at times hats, eye patches, and other guises used to avoid bounties being placed on him when he became a pirate. He joined The Scarlet Pirates more on a whim to see where he could go next after his last crew mutinied on their captain for lack of splitting the loot. Though he holds no loyalty to the captain he feels this could be a different journey compared to his already difficult journey has already been.

Abilities: Adam is a proficient speed fighter able to quickly at blinding speeds, and adeptly move his body having mastered controlling it long ago. Even at his young age he was drilled like a tool more than a little boy. He can perform rudimentary surgery, and sufficient first aid though he is hardly a worthy doctor. His main skills lay in his knife work able to subvert, and riposte his enemies with his dual daggers.

When outperformed he can swap back to his cutlass though he doesn't favor this way of fighting as he doesn't view his swordsmanship as his primary fighting style though he is still proficient as any man would be. His other natural ability is his ability to lie. To fake being someone else was something he mastered easily. He can convincingly fool most people if need be if not he can at least fake his real personality to others.

In order to supplement his close quarters style he has also an respectable degree of hand to hand fighting combat styles. His speed, and his quickness allow him to perform against skilled opponents if not simply by how well he can dismantle, and hurt his opponent.

Relationships:
The Scarlet Pirates: He cares nothing for the crew. They're a means to an end but he has no reason to believe they will prove useless to him in the long run so he's willing to join, and help them for the moment.

The Family:

Father - Daddy has been a source of inspiration, and disgust. A man of imposing stature, power, and wealth he had sufficiently become a warlord essentially through trade, and conquest. Adam wishes to overcome him by the end of his life. Respect is a word he rarely uses for anyone but his father.

Clyde - The eldest Clyde had taught, and assisted Adam growing up. An obstacle in the long run but still a worthy elder brother. He respects his elder brother, and fears his political savvy. Adam wishes to beat him one day if possible.

Hans - The second eldest brother. Hans violent nature, and his thug like axe play has given Adam a disdain for his brother. However he knows well enough not to underestimate him.

Alice - Alice is a problem. She cares for him more than a sister should be. she is skilled, and dangerous more so than most Adam believes. Adam keeps her at a distance but makes sure he doesn't cross her. He hopes that she stops her nonsense and becomes a proper rival to him.

The Other Siblings - Adam has seldom seen the rest of his family having mostly been raised with the first four, or so children he knows them, and has seen them work at times but he hasn't seen them at their peaks as of yet, and keeps a cautious eye on them.

Dreams: To become a peerless warrior, but mainly to become as strong, and as successful as his father.

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Olde Bar@BladeSS4@Archmage MC@vancexentan@Zelosse
Apparently a bar fight has started, and that each crew started on each of their chaotic ruckus. The barfight started by those pirates. Yes, Alesia wasn't the one who started it, Those pirates provoked them in the first place! The wooden table had slammed on the pirate captains, who seemed too drunk on even moving away.
At the next moment, it was like a steel table had collided onto the pirates. Unnaturally, they felt as if a wooden table had a crushing weight, knocking away the three captains unconsciously. Alesia stepped away from the wooden table in a recognisable thud. 300 kilos, wouldn't kill them, but she is not going to turn this into a bloodbath. Surely they will forget everything after a few days' rest. She was quite sure of it, her weight barely exceeded the two of these captains' mass.

On the side of Riko, the spinning glass propelled by the spinning alcohol, has crashed on the pirate flat on the chest, knocking him out near instantly. One that has the same type of powers like her. Alesia thought.

Amongst the shuffle of table and chairs of the course of the barfight, a pillar of flames abruptly shot up from one corner to another, leaving searing marks over the various tables of the establishment. Fortunately it missed the alcohol storage. But, a small singe came close to the spinning alcohol of Riko, and the alcohol ignited into a great spiral of fire that seared the enemy pirate into cinders.

That has provoked the tavern into a hard to resolve barfight. More of those pirates started drawing their cutlasses, a few pulling out their brown pistols. The fact that they are less sober helped a lot on the outcome of this barfight, the careless breakings of the rum bottles would help on the powers of the Saphire Star. Still they have avoided the 'ghost' with the black hood, Willow.

"Its better to knock them out peacefully so," Aleisa responded to the comment of Adam, with one hand covering the glare of the bar embers. "Also, I'm not fond of these guys~"

A white wolf could be seen from one of the broken windows. It was the same pet that was seen when Alesia entered the establishment. It seemed to be staring the shores from the backyard kennel. It was quiet and composed despite the scene of the bar.

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Streets of Brown Isles @Jerkchicken
"We're just messengers! Our captain is faraway at the Swamps." The pirate gasped for breath from the blunt damaged gaited from the previous skirmish. The other two pirates has succumb to its own injuries, laying flat on the floor motionless, the cobble floor started to dye red.

"He isn't that type to fool around the bars!" The pirate replied in gasping breath. "Our crew has gathered a bit of treasures at the Cavern by the hillside, challenge us if you dare!"

The pirate taunted, despite his defeat. The Caverns was beyond the Swamps, and they seemed to be unafraid of letting out the beans not the hideout.

The have a few cheap guns and blades on them, but that was what they seem to have of value. Just mere underling. A small den den mushi was placed on one of the pirates belt, but it has yet to blurp at the moment. The swamps was just ahead, and the shops was still nearby, albeit cleared from the customers.

"I appreciate your help. Those guys, they had been disrupting our business since they disembarked this harbour..." The store owner emerged from its place of hiding. "Or I should say, my harbour, I'm the mayor of the Brown Isles."

The shopkeeper who calls himself a mayor approached flint.

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White Pearl @Stern Algorithm
Not far from the docks and White Pearl, there was a lone pigeon that flew to across the harbour. From what it appears it is a messenger pigeon, its two pair of claws has a rolled up parchment.

[Assistant] Handel wasn't sure what to make of the intercepted messages, but it seemed they'd found trouble. Something involving some deal with the mayor and drunkards, possibly another pirate crew, though that was to be expected, given where they were. The message suddenly switched to sounds in the bar, from which Handel heard the captain's voice. Sounded like something shady was going down at the bar. Handel walked out onto deck, slightly confused. Did she go to the bar and bother the captain about unfounded suspicion and curiosity? Dare she leave the ship unguarded? Was there any point in sticking their nose in this island's business? As she ran through these thoughts, she noticed a messenger pigeon flying overhead. Odd. With the advent of Den Den Mushi, messenger pigeons were a thing of the past, unless someone specifically didn't want their message being intercepted via black Den Den Mushi. But that only made Handel even more curious as to the contents of the message. "Nobody will notice if this bird took a slight detour," Handel thought as she pulled a boatswain's call from her breast pocket, placed it to her lips, and, instead of producing the usual sound, mimicked a surprisingly loud pigeon's coo in an effort to entice the pigeon to come to her.

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Flint approached the small den den mushi that was on the belt. No doubt they were already expecting him as well as the conversation with the old man that was being hassled. The little snail was pocketed as he went to approach the old man. "I see, any reason for that?" He asked. He wanted to trust the old man but he also knew he could blindly be walking into some unknown conflict between two dishonorable groups. "How about if I help clear these guys out you can help me with shopping needs?"

As he awaited the response from the mayor, he began to formulate a plan for attack. He wondered if these guys were small fry enough to do this by himself as a solo mission without bothering the others. He didn't mind whether to go solo or not but he'd knew he want to get this out of the way soon before things started to escalate. "Perhaps that shopping trip for supplies would have to wait until tomorrow." was what he was thinking. He eyed the snail in his hand as he waited for inevitable message from the pirates.

[Assistant] Fine if it had to be this way so be it...let these drunk fools be done with quickly. Adam charged back this time he didn't use a weapon. His knives being drawn here would just mean unnecessary bloodshed, and as much as he would like to stab these pricks it was hardly the time, or the place. Casualties here would not help them even as his comrades around him quickly became more violent. "Don't get cocky people like this usually have someone bigger watching their back." Adam warned as he quickly grabbed one man's hand and twisted it before slammed himself forcefully into his chest enough to knock the air out of him. Adam then flipped the man and kicked his head hoping that would at least be enough to knock him out. If attacked shortly after that Adam would jump back quickly rolling over a nearby table, if not he would simply wait until he saw the chances to take care of another pirate.


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**Age:** 17

**Appearance:** While it would be expected of someone who has spent a lot of time lifting heavy rock to at least gain some muscle mass, this not the case for Kituo mostly due to his high metabolism and the amount of sweat he has leaked out from exposure to the intense desert sun. He is a slim young man standing at a modest height of five feet and eight inches and is likely still growing at a slow rate. His features are analogous to people of African descent, his skin being deep brown and his lips filled. He has thick and curly mid-length black hair which is a bit unkempt from his days of labor. His limbs are stringy while the shape of his face is triangular. His eyes are dark and small.

Growing up in a hot climate, Kituo prefers clothing that is loose fitting and of a thin material. He typically can be seen wearing a long burnt orange shirt that reaches below his waist in length. Running parallel down the shirt are two golden strips. The shirt itself is also sleeveless to further accommodate him against the heat. He wears dark pants which cut off just above his ankles. Around his right wrist he wears a gold bangle which was given to him as a birthday present when he was younger. On his feet are sandals.

**Occupation:** Apprentice Stonemason

**Personality:** Kituo has never really gotten as much as he wanted accomplished in life due to his apprehension. He always considers the consequences before making a decision, most times overthinking and convincing himself not to go through with something that he may have actually wanted. Because he has allowed his fear to restrict him, he has also become reliant on his family for support. He isn't argumentative nor confrontational and prefers to take a passive role in conflict. When faced with any kind of danger, he prefers flight over fight regardless of the circumstances.

Socially he is reserved and reluctant to interact. However, he'll talk to those he finds non-intimidating. As he doesn't take well to most people, it isn't abnormal for him to favor a particular person whom he feels he can connect with. Ironically, he takes better to people who aren't like him and would better be rather an exuberant person for he feels they usually emit a positive aura. As he lacks confidence, it can be inferred that his reasoning for preferring these kinds of people is that he hopes he'll gain some esteem himself.

Kituo has always been curious about the world beyond his village but was taught that It was dangerous. Therefore, despite his yearning to at least figure out what else was out there, he never took any initiative and thus remained in the dark. He has a wild imagination and likes to conjure up stories in his spare time with a ideal version of himself as the focal.

What burdens Kituo the most is the nagging regret he harbors. Having never realized nor lived up to his full potential, he is haunted by the memories of his failures and the knowledge that he won't be able to undo them. He has tendency to reflect on the past often - specifically on things he could have did better.

**History:** Kituo has spent the entirety of his life so far living safely within the sturdy walls of a desert city. As commoners had no particular reason to leave, Kituo never even so much as heard about what the outside world was like when he was a small child. His family was middle class being neither poor nor rich. He never had to struggle for food nor fight to survive. His parents coddled him and provided him and his siblings with everything they needed to live comfortably. His only true worry was school as his father pressured him heavily to perform. Unfortunately for his standards, Kituo wasn't the best student and his grades were mostly mediocre. At a young age his father, believing that educating him would be futile, withdrew him school due to the costs and forced Kituo to work alongside him as a stonemason. He found the work hard but eventually learned to tolerate it as he had no other options.

While he helped feed his family by working alongside his father, Kituo quickly found himself dissatisfied with his life. He watched as his younger brother excelled in his academics and took to a path for a brighter future. Kituo sensed that his father was disappointed in him and it upset him. They would frequently have brief spats about his failures with his father usually ending them with remarks about his laziness and lack of motivation. While he may not have expressed it at that moment, the words seeped into Kituo and took their toll on him. He always became silent when his father told him those things for he knew they were true. Not knowing what to do, he continued on with his work without giving any challenge.

Kituo was never really popular but did manage to make a few friends - most of them being fellow stonemasons who worked with to upkeep the city's buildings. There was one boy in particular who Kituo considered his best friend, mostly because his optimistic attitude helped keep his spirits up throughout the day's harsh heat. The boy insisted on speaking about his dream to leave the city and find a more amusing way of making a living. Kituo secretly shared this dream and silently listened to his friend's words as they cut and hauled stone together.

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Kituo rubbed his head after his collision with the bell. His brain was ringing and his vision blurred for a few seconds before returning to normal. He heard a voice shush him and was surprised to see an elderly gentleman emerge from the undergrowth. Kituo's eyes spread at his mentioning of "monkeybats" - the only reasonable description he could conjure for the creatures that attacked him. He examined the man closely and took note that he was wearing armor. Although it certainly did not look like it would be formidable against a well crafted sword, he was definitely prepared to do battle.

"I know where some 'monkeybats' were," Kituo said, taking a pause to reconsider what he was planning to say. His conscious wanted him to tell the man about the peril he and his former companions had faced just moments ago. However, being realistic and true to himself, Kituo was in no way ready to relive the predicament. For the sake of remaining well, he elected to reveal no more knowledge. "Never mind. I'll be on my way."

He tried to tuck the lantern under his shirt to prevent the man from seeing it as he walked to move past him. What lay beyond the boy was unknown and he didn't doubt that there were worse dangers awaiting him. But, there was nothing that made him feel more invincible than the lantern. Anyone that tried to come between him and his beloved source of illumination was an enemy. Kituo had yet to become aware of it, but his possession of the lantern was making him have some unusual thoughts. He did have to admit that he felt like a slightly different person since the whole ordeal began. Getting a chuck of his ear ripped off - the most traumatic experience of his short life - played a huge role in his alteration. Now less trusting of others, it seemed as if he was developing some faith. Hopefully it wouldn't get effortlessly squashed again.

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Tyaelaem shifted from foot to foot, taut as a wire. The forest hushed around them, and the stream gurgled and sparkled as it flowed. The green light of the lantern had disappeared into the darkness. "Spirit weed grows in starlight, and eats the souls of the dead," the Kith spoke quickly, and he glanced around the forest. "A soothsayer is someone who has a strong connection with vagrant souls and is able to release spirits from the spirit weed -- among other things." He smiled warily, and he hopped and flitted away to stand close to Anise. He felt safe with the princess. Simon's presence made him uneasy.

"Please drink some of this, Your Highness," Tyaelaem offered, hopping backwards in front of Anise and holding out the canteen full of water from the grotto. "It will help your injuries, Your Highness, and you'll feel very refreshed." He shook the canteen in front of her and grinned hopefully. But soon his mouth turned down in worry, and he leaned closer to whisper, "I think these people might be pirates in disguise and we should be careful and leave them as soon as we can."

Soon after Anise, Simon and Tyaelaem had begun their pursuit of Kituo, a scuffle and a muffled cry sounded suddenly behind them: something heavy hit the ground, and a red-feathered arrow quivered in the bark of a tree. In the branches above, a cacophony of monkeybats screeched: eeeEEE! eeeEEE! eeeEEE! The white wolf-mask lay still in the grass. Talan was gone.

"PIRATES!" Tyaelaem cried over the screeching, and he grabbed Anise's hand -- and the moment he did, the world went dark for Anise. While Tyaelaem touched her, she could no longer see in the dark. The rabbit-boy yanked her along through the woods. Simon would be forced to run if he wished to follow them by the light of his torch, while the monkeybats sounded their alarm and shadows moved among the night-dark trees.

The path ahead was winding, and led them around great ancient trees and boulders coated in bright green moss; the path itself had long ago been carefully laid with flat stones. In the thick green foliage were old statues, obscured by moss and roots and blooming flowers. As they fled deeper, the screech of the monkeybats dimmed and disappeared behind them, leaving only a peaceful silence. Ahead, Kituo's lantern light glowed.

The old man squinted at Kituo, and seemed to foggily realize that the boy was holding a source of light in the vast darkness of the forest he was so accustomed to. He tipped his head at the green light that glowed through Kituo's bulging shirt. "Well hey now what've you got there? Well I might think that's a summoning lantern if I didn't know better. But how could you have that? It's impossible. Come, come, let me see." He stepped forward, his eyes on the light, and he stretched out a hand to touch it. As he came closer, Kituo might see a few more details regarding his person, such as the black tattoo on his palm that resembled an eye. The armor that he wore was etched with runes and sigils, and each piece of armor had a very different arrangement of them. A battered old sword hung at his waist, and an iron pendant hung around his neck.

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Pirates! Pirates! Where in the sweet lord would pirates locate themselves in the woods, Simon has never really heard of pirates really occupying woods as opposed to vast oceans and the only real water that has been seen since his whole time here was the healing stream. However dispite the fact of not trusting the rabbit Simon thought that it might be a decent idea to follow him since at this point in time he wasn't attacked by rabbits as opposed to these "Pirates" that Tyaelaem claims are after them. If the Pirates did have Talan the rabbit and possibly other of his kind might have some intel that would help regain their ally but right now his main goal would be getting back Kituo since he was younger and wouldn't be able to defend himself nearly as well as Talan had.

 As Simon was following behind the feet of the eager moving rabbit he scooped up the wolf mask that had been left behind from when Talan had gone missing. It might be of a benefit in the future, so he slide it into his pants and continued after the rabbit. Another arrow had wizzed past his left ear, it was so close that he could actually hear it pass by him. Simon wondered if these "Pirates" were aiming for the party itself or of one member in particular. The reason that this thought had crossed his mind was because of the look of absolute terror that he struck that Tyaelaems' face when he realized that it might be "Pirates"

 Also besides trying to find some answers to some of the questions that he was wondering he thought that he also would try and keep an eye out for the Princess Anise since it seems like this rabbit has quite an interest in her.

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If Kituo could clench the lantern any tighter, he would've. He had abandoned his only allies in favor of securing his possession of his lifeline. He would be distraught if some random old man took it away from him. Kituo refused to allow the old man to encroach, picking up his pace in hopes of creating distance between them.

A summoning lantern? Kituo registered, catching wind of the old man's classification of the lantern.

Just what did he mean by that? He took a glimpse at the lantern, its glow ever so soothing to his nerves. It did have a strange feeling to it. It gave off a vibe that he couldn't necessarily describe.

Exactly what could be inside of this thing? Kituo wondered.

What if the lantern's purpose was to summon a monster to kill its owner? There it was again. Kituo's wild imagination which was responsible for his excessive panic attacks. There was no way the old man would want something that was going to kill him. Nobody wanted anything that would kill them. There was definitely more to this "summoning" aspect of the lantern. Kituo determined to find out.

"Ah!"

Kituo lost his balance, tipping over as the stray tree root caught his foot. He turned mid fall, now facing the man as he neared him. Frightened, Kituo shuddered as he took notice of his eerie features. The armor he wore was covered in markings that reminded the boy of those scribbled on the tree where he first spawned into the forest. What concerned Kituo the most was the tattoo on the palm of his hand. It was that of eye and it seemed to carefully inspect Kituo as the man reached towards the lantern.

"Get away from it!" Kituo snapped, kicking out and attempting to roll over.

Very seldom did his fear cause him to lash out. However, given his circumstances, flight was becoming less and less viable of a solution. To kick the man was a very impulsive and probably stupid decision on Kituo's part. He was certain that his armor wasn't normal and he failed to notice the sword he kept. Besides the lantern, which was confirmed to work on monsters such as the monkey-bats, Kituo bore no other methods of protection. If the man decided to draw his weapon then he would be completely vulnerable. He inferred that the lantern didn't work on humans. After all he had been able to hold on to it so far without any ill effects.

"Help!" Kituo screamed, kicking out again to prevent the old man from getting closer.

Maybe he was being too extreme. Oh well, that was a part of him being his self.