[System]
"Enlighten Your Mind"
Basics
Nickname: "Meditator"
Race: Sak'all, Crocodile.
Gender: Male.
Age: 29.
Additional Info

Personality: Varm was born into a nomadic tribe of Sak'all. His father was a fighter, and his mother was a Shaman. Always fascinated by Kindness, he always helped, even if he did not get anything in return. He is a loner, likes to reside in the dense Forests where they can be alone with his own business

Studying the ins and outs of mastering Enchanting, uses it during the fight, can enchant Blades to deal poison, fire or just blunt damage.

While living in the Woods he has a lot of time for medidation and training, this has maken him very Disciplined and fast. Thanks to his mother he acquired the knowledge needed for basic first aid.

He always wanted to create a huge monk monastery. Firstly he became a Monk because one of Tribesmen was a Monk Master and he wanted to teach someone about enlightening the mind and becoming a master of all the techniques. He eats the plants he gathers while walking in the woods, which is weird because he's a crocodile, and crocodiles usually eat meat, but he decided that true master should eat meat only when he needs.He could risk his live for goal he decided to achieve.

Appearance: He's a bit short for his race, and Not so heavy. He wears pants, and also wears Tall Travelling boots on his feet. No Armor on body can make him vulnerable to most attacks. Wear's left shoulder armor and self made gloves, one armored and second unarmored.

Height: 6.1 feet.
Weight: 167 lbs.
Fight related
Magic: Enchanting
Class: Monk

Weapon :
Self maded Blades, like This on picture

Strengths:
Monk Discipline - Disciplined, will hold to one goal.

Fast Fighter - Due to Monk training he is very fast in combat and can fight with bare hands with same precise as if he were armed

Weaknesses:
Lack of Armor - He only wears pants and left shoulder armor, making him vulnerable to attacks

Weird - As a Monk he is treated like some kind of weirdo

Techniques: He only fights as last resort, but when he must fight he depends mostly on agility and speed, Strength is second. He can beat enemy with bare hands due to Special arts training.

[User] "Right you a-" I said to the lion, with my speech getting cut off by a roar that, surprisingly enough, didn't come from Ymahr, and made the cat flee. I turned around to see an illusory creature disappear, and someone flying away with a chunk of our wurm. "Hey, next time you guys should just ask!" I shouted to the thieving duo. Normally, I would be against thievery, however, since it was just food, and I didn't really need what they stole, I didn't mind too much. Heck, for all I knew, those two were desperate for food and or money. Did I really look so intimidating that they preferred to do that instead of just talking, and maybe asking me for some of the wurm? Maybe it was just the fact that I recently slayed a wurm that was bothering them... speaking of... "So, I'm all for just cutting this thing up for rations and leaving the rest to random passers-by, but I'm not sure everyone else is," I really wanted to see what weirdness this enchanted forest held, let alone the treasure, but it seemed like our fox... who I may have to talk to later... would rather we haul this thing all the way back to some starving village. It didn't seem like we were getting anywhere, and that kinda bothered me. Sure, this was just a pit stop at first, it could turn into a detour if we all agreed to get rid of this thing before moving on. Then again... we COULD get some armor, but... the armor wouldn't really be useful to us, as I couldn't wear heavy armor AND fly at the same time, Erion was more geared for speed, and Ymahr didn't seem to want any armor at all. While I waited for a response, I started cutting up what we had with my spear, making portions that were normal to me, but probably somewhat small to the others.

[Assistant]
Erion breath deeply as he went to approach the group again. He looked at everyone and then headed to the creature and then cut some of the meat out, before getting some cloth in his bag and then putting the meat in his bag, surrounded by cloth. He looked at the group calmly.
"Well... before we attract some real problems, ya, we should keep going." he says softly as he moves back to the group.
"Names Erion by the way.... Erion Silverwind." he then says. He didn't want to pronounce his real family name, for a reason that... well... it would take lot of explaining and maybe have some people know about the past, and god knows that he didn't want to be associated with his family. He looked at the bird guy that asked about the meat and such and what to do with it. He breath deeply.
"With the size of the thing, I guess we could leave it for random passerby... It would be best to have it feed hungry people, but we can't really drag something like this. Either we leave it be, or we inform a village and then move on our way if you ask me." he says calmly to the group. He was unsure what the others would want here. He breath deeply. He was ready to move on now. Unfortunately he didn't have enough salt to salt the meat for better preservation. Well.... that was one resource he would need to buy in the next town.

[User]
The lion stopped in his tracks to see the two cutting piece of what remained of the Wurm, idly he realized that was getting hungry himself and while Wurm meat certainly wasn't the best thing out there, it was better than nothing. He approached the beast's carcass and began to cut some for himself, picking out pieces that were average at best, no sense in over-excess after all. The two were debating on what to do with what was left of the remains of the beast, the Shael suggested leaving it here for other wanderers and it certainly was an idea. The Nin'tah on the other hand said that they couldn't drag the thing it to a starving village, and that certainly was an act of charity that Ymhar would have to commend him for if it they had the manpower, that is. Right now, that option was out but still, the world would be better if others could learn to help each other more, but that's not saying a lot about the lion himself really.

"I say we inform those starving people, we can move on from there."

The forest had its fair share of adventure to be had, but the battle took out a lot out of the three of them and the lion was sure they were tired. Maybe a quick stop at an inn or tavern would be nice and they could come back to this forest later, who knows what secrets are lying underneath the foliage? Then again, it might be home to more creatures that could surpass the power of the Wurm they've fought earlier. Rather than mulling it over, the feline began to walk again, motioning for his two allies to start moving.

[Assistant]
Zack had excused himself from the company of his three brothers to wander around the city for a while. Helpfully he was able to procure from Ezekiel a hooded jacket with which to conceal himself, although it was a tight fit on the far larger coyote. "Well," Zack had thought to himself as he winced in the constricting hood, "At least it's not the sack I was wearing over my head on the way into the city."

The farmer Zack had acquired that sack from was pretty pleased with the arrangement, ultimately. As it had turned out, he had long ago received a curse from Zack himself: he was hexed in such a way that if he tried to say the word "fish", he could only do so backwards. When Zack, unfazed by the farmer's yelling and threats, agreed to at last reverse this curse in exchange for a simple potato sack, the farmer was at first stunned, and then overwhelmed with joy. The farmer couldn't believe his luck! And so it was that Gort Symons, lah'na farmer, could after so long order his favorite foodstuff with minimal embarrassment. When he broke the news to his family, they were overcome with tears of joy. Zack couldn't for the life of him remember what the farmer had even done to earn his ire in the first place, but at least he had got a potato sack out of it several years on. The eye slits he had to leave with his teeth; as he learned, the blunt head and butt of his staff didn't quite do the trick.

And so Zack wandered the streets, looking inconspicuously conspicuous. People who saw his overly tightly bound hood mostly just assumed him a member of some obscure religious order most masochistic. It certainly beat self-flagellation as a practice, and was at the very least much easier for parents to explain to their children. You also don't need to cover a child's eyes from a man wearing overly tight clothing, usually; you always had to do this when a shirtless man came by, lashing himself. Unless if the child had a particularly strange upbringing, but maybe that's not for me to judge.

Zack had no destination in mind, it was simply just refreshing to be able to walk among actual crowds of people again. He had spent many months out in the woods, just like the fairytales said he does. From time to time he had even bumped into the children who had gone out on dares to find "Cackling Zack's Shack", or whatever it was his supposed abode was called in their imaginations. Zack merely took amusement at these visitors, although they were arguably his most consistent contact with anything but wildlife during those months of isolation. To keep up appearances, he would often threaten and scare the children away, although he had never actually cursed any he could recall. But if the threat was enough to do it, was following through with the actual action that needed?

He glanced up at the sign of an inn with longing. He promised his brothers he wouldn't be out long, but he had not enjoyed the pleasure of a drink for such a long time. As if to assuage his guilty conscience, he began to consider that maybe if he made lodgings here, he wouldn't burden his brothers with having to make space for him in their already cramped house. This was enough to spur him to wander in.

"Hail, inkeeper. Some mead, please!" said Zack merrily as he rifled through his pockets for some coin.

[User]
Nile slid next to the coyote gracefully and with practiced ease, flipping a coin between her fingers and spinning it casually on the tabletop. "Two." was all she said and at the sound of coin clattering on wood the innkeeper quickly snatched it up and nodded, returning in moments with two mugs filled to the brim with foaming mead. Nile gave the coyote a not at all subtle searching glance, "Those clothes are rather tight for a caster aren't they?" she murmured to herself as she examined his body and paused a moment. Her hand reached out and a single finger curled around his scarf for a moment, "Maybe they could do with some loosening, especially if you're anything like your staff." She said with a wily grin then turned back towards her drink and swigged it, easily taking half the large container in a single gulp.

Nile would've taken the coins she'd felt in his bottom right coat pocket if she'd felt the need to but she wasn't strapped on cash right now and she hadn't even played here yet. From the guilty look on his face as he'd walked in he'd come here for a rare, but much needed splurge, perhaps she could convince him to splurge just a little more. Drunk people were always fun to watch. Lordy he was a tall one though, nearly two feet taller then herself, though that wasn't that much of a surprise in it of itself. He was obviously either a religious person of some sort, some sort of magic user, or both. She had fun playing with those religious folks and she found those with magic often made for the most exciting tales.

[Assistant]
"I hate being in Shava'ren, All these Ravens, you have feeling that they will steal something when you don't watch them".
Varm was in Tarner, a coastal port located in the North of Shava'ren, he was going to g
et on the first ship sailing to Lahria. He was Travelling to meet his friend, a Lah'na named Reker, an innkeeper in one of the cities. His tavern was called "White sword", where he planned to go, Varm have a deal designed to bring him some money. Varm had a rare item whose name could not be divulged and that is why so much afraid of being robbed.

After eating a meal in the coastal tavern he decided to look around for ship. One of them called "Black Rose" had planned to travel to Lahria. The Captain was Rakonai.

"Hi, may I go on a journey together with you? I have to be in Lahria in four days."
The captain was not too nice,
"you can sail with us, however you will need to pay".
"I don't have too much money but I have to go along with you, so I'll pay."

After the transaction, Varm went back to the tavern to pack. "The ship sets off in an hour, so I advise you to hurry up"  Captain yelled. An hour later, the ship was already on the waves, carried by sea to Lahria.


[System]
Nickname: CAS
Race: Half Human, Half Ronso
Age:19
Notable Parents:None.

Appearance:

Skin Color: Pale White.
Hair Color: Dark Brown.
Eye Color: Hazel Green.

Proportionality:
shoulders 6in
Chest 12 in
Waist 8-10in
thigh 10-12in
Buttcheek 8x10in
wrist to tip of middlefinger 7 1/2 inches.
pinkie starting digit (base of hand before extending to finger) to thumb digit 4inch
feet (as in my feet) 12 inches

upper arm (weight )3 inches
lower (forearms) 2 1/2 − 3 inches
wrist 2 1/2 − 3 1/3 inches
elbow to wrist 11 3/4 inches
Shoulder to elbow 12 1/4 inches

heel to knee 15 inches.
Knee to thigh 16 inches.

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

crotch to waist (curves) 9 inches.
waist to belly button 4 1/2 inches
waist to chest (where ribs start) 12 inches
chest to neck 9 inches

Height: 5'11 to 6ft
Weight: 175lbs.

Personality: He is a Snide, Cynical, Sarcastic, Inquisitive, but a logical person who does rarely care for many. He does however try to be considerate, but has a grey sense of morality. Sometimes very leader like mostly because despite his weakness he is strong willed.

Job: Alchemist,Monk/Pugilist
Weapon: Atelier- A Handcannon developed by the Al-Bhed to extract minerals and combine items. Does not fire bullets.
And a Dagger to small Hammers.

Primary Weapon Function: It extracts items from the ground or water to air. Compresses said substances into balls, gems, and gels. These can be used as items that are defensive, offensive, or a restorative to some sort of debuff, buff, to being used by crafters to make new items or weapons.

Secondary Function: Can be used to charge up energy to attack with laser bolts or beams if charged up. Or can use some gems or items as a spray.

Armor: Light, typically blue and black, pretty much a wetsuit with a Harness of some sort to hold his items and weapon.

Weaknesses: Born Anemic, thus at times he is dizzy and or tired. Flat footed, thus his feet hurt and cramp up easily. Has Asthma; thus shortness of breathe at times. His weapon can be slow at times even if he himself is fast. Not very strong, and the Ronso frown on him.

Strengths: Very fast moving, silent walking and running do to him constantly walking using the tips of his toes. Surprisingly accurate. Pretty fluient in Al-Bhed because of his friend Vivvine. Wears a wetsuit for diving.

Backstory: Was born as the result of his mother being indebted to a Ronso. During the Pregnancy she established a connivance store with some of her connections; as a result business flourished enough for her in Luca with her secure shop and constant produce with her trade with the Al-Bhed and Guado.

When her son was born, the father had returned to his homeland, however she was not stricken with grief, she had the luxury of trade, friends, security, and welfare. Her child grew to not knowing his father, and he was okay with that.

She took her son to see Blitz ball games only to discover he rather be active than sitting in a bench watching people hold their breathe for extrenious amounts of time. So rather than make him sit stationary, he helped attend to the shop and run errands, of course he always had a Machina following him to make sure nothing bad happened.

As the years went on, and he reached the age of four-teen. He wanted to go with his friend Vivvine to the Highroads and use an Atelier with her to help mine and learn how things work. His mother was okay with this for she rather him have some experience.
To their surprise he was quite good at finding things to bring back, it did help increase profit with two people rather than just one.

By the age of 16, his heath had deteriorated due to his hereditary ailments he was born with. His mother decided to have him go to Beside to get fresh air with theory that he may find help and healers there to help with his ailments. To his surprise his heath improved as he lived in Beside for the next three years. Currently he is still procuring items with his Atelier.

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Machina Name: Helios

Height: 1'7
Weight: 20lbs

Abilities:
Healing Ray - Potent heal. 20% of Energy
Party Heal- A weak version of healing ray. 35% of Energy
Restore- Revive ally at low heath. 70% of Energy
Doctor's Prescription - cures ailments. 40% of Energy

Illusion - Projects a holographic image that can distract fiends. 20% of Energy.
Taunt- Recons an enemy to try to attack him. 0% of energy.
Scan- Can read enemy vitals and possible weaknesses. 0% of energy.

Weaknesses: Most of the ray based moves are dependent on Cassius' energy charge.
Weak in terms of defense. Easy to knock down and stagger. Lightning staggers him.

Strengths: Fast, hovers, evasive. Energy efficient. Lightning can be used to power him. Easy to power up.

[User]
Alex watched as Urick once again seemed to get nervous, seeming to sweat quite a bit and turn red in the face. The big guy was always so silly and nervous it seemed. Though as the muscular man finally managed to talk, Alex blinked her blue eyes toward him before releasing her arm from around his neck. Gloved palms clamping Urick's face and effectively trapping it between them.

"Holy ancestors you actually talked on your own without me making you! Guess the city really was good for you! Now I just need to teach you to be louder." Alex laughed, smiling even brighter before releasing her childhood friend and heading the direction to the catman, hands behind her head. Her sword swinging along with her hips.

"But yeah, you're right, Nai won't burn him to ash." Alex said before turning her head as she saw a blue Chocobo come charging out before halting. The rider effectively slamming into Gippal and caused both to fall in the water.

The red head gave a blank stare at the scene before slightly snickering. "Looks like Gip's luck hasn't changed much. Hard to see why the girls are so into him when they don't have any idea about this." she said before glancing toward the Gippal fanbase and Urick seeming to not understand their fangirness.

"Awe come one, their just a little jealous cause they can't get close to their idol. Imagine if the one you got a crush on was being held by someone else. Bet even you would get a little wired." Alex chuckled teasingly as she shrugged her shoulders and kept walking.

"Mhmm but some fans can be a little too hardcore. Those are the only ones who approach me. Gets a little weird. Cottonhead is lucky to have you." she chuckled before reaching the cliff by the lake and looking down upon it, looking to clearly see the mysterious person.

On closer inspection, it was a boy who seemed a bit on the frail side. His ears and tail were definetly Ronso and they didn't look fake either. How odd, she hadn't ever seen anything like this. For some reason, the tall woman felt a ethereal pull to this man. Or one she didn't want to be near. Such confliction, it was weird. Other than the few obvious things, he seemed fairly normal. He definetly wasn't local or she would know.

"Hey buddy! Here to check out the island? See you found the lake already." Alex shouted, her voice clear and leaving soft echoes to bounce off the walls, with a friendly grin.

[Assistant] Bohdan walked into the village after decided that there was nothing in particular to interest him near the docks. He thought about what he should attempt to do. The point of this trip was to better himself, so find a sparring partner, maybe? He was already a fairly adept fighter though, so visit the temple, perhaps? Was there any other way he could go about educating himself here? He sort of just wandered for a few minutes, trying to decide what would be the best option, and that was when he noticed Rohzar. "Hmm... that's something one doesn't see every day..." Bohdan approached Rohzar. "Excuse me... sir." Having never really spent a great deal of time in civilization, Bohdan was poor with niceties, and really at anything but being blunt. "Am I correct in assuming you have our blood? I've never met someone who did, save for other ronso."


[System]
Sex: Male.

Age: 17.

Appearance:
 The boy's physical form is best described as a peculiar amalgam, a fine combination in a body of average proportions, a smooth and soft person made strong and independent by assets that create a sense of empowerment in his figure. Darius Sterling stands at a normal height, neither the tallest nor the shortest of men his age, and the composition of his body is comparable to that of lean cattle - slender, but not altogether thin or underwhelming with a layer of worked muscle veiled by a little fat. Given his appearance, he isn't incredibly strong; however, he can exert a good degree of force when he truly applies himself. His legs are long and muscled whereas his arms are shorter and less strong, but his shoulders are broader than most men's shoulders and may carry their fair share of weight. His back is more erect and stiff in a manner that belies Darius's otherwise dynamic and relaxed posture that shifts his balance to one side of his body when he stands still; this strong backbone of his offers more conviction to his opinions despite his speciously carefree personality.

 His basic facial structure detracts from the typical features found in the common man with a subtle level of femininity in his features: high cheekbones, rounder face, and softer skin. The young Sterling's more masculine traits are equally more prominent. A square jawline sets off the round aspect of his face lined with the beginning scruff of a full short-boxed beard, a flat nose with a convex arch sits between his two dark amber-brown eyes, and his thick eyebrows create the large variety of expressions his face is capable of. His lightly-tanned white skin is soft, but not completely clear, and the medium-length, blackish-brown hair on his head is layered into an undercut, parted to the right side of his face. Darius also has a slight overbite, straight teeth, and a set of small, full lips that often must speak up to be heard. As of his arrival in the Cradle of Divinity, Darius's muscles have become more defined, and his skin has become more flushed. His default body heat has also decreased to around room temperature.

Personality:
 Above all else, Darius esteems the virtues of love, charity, patience, kindness, and humility. These virtues rule most aspects of his beliefs, his philosophy, and his personality. They, along with rationality, govern his positive actions. His fits of anger and depression, stubborness, melancholy, procrastination, and low self-esteem may cloud his vision at times and prevent him from making good choices; in sweeps of negative emotions, Darius often loses sight of his most precious virtues. Regardless of his bouts of emotionally-distressed irrationality, his intelligence and mental fortitude are high, beheld above the common man and humbled below the genius.

 He is inclined towards enigmatic unpredictability, defying the expectations of other people and other times exceeding them. He may be analytical and observant of new things, but he is an adventurer at heart who is not afraid to investigate further or pursue something. For this fact, Darius is extremely adaptable to new environments and reacts calmly to most things unless he is enraged, overjoyed, or anxious. Against his constant emotional turmoil, he is an overall jovial and amiable person to be around. His procrastination is just as convicted and tenacious as he is, and this may lead to distractions or losses of focus, a habit of his that Darius continues to try to defeat. His Greek temperament blends the sanguine and phlegmatic aspects.

 At the junction of his homosexuality and intense passion, Darius is a questioning Catholic, caught between gnosticism and agnosticism. He feels extremely connected to spirituality above all things, thus seeing all people as interconnected to each other in all manner of ways. This part of himself leads him to high optimism, a belief in the inherent good of humanity, existentialism, and a belief in the purpose of all things. His religious beliefs bring him to see all people as deserving of a level of care, whether he hates them or not. On a moral level, he sees murder as inherently wrong unless it is necessary for the common good to do so for the protection of many people. He understands that lies may protect or harm, but Darius feels that it is usually better to tell the truth. To him, it is wrong to do something to or to violate someone against their will, and he refuses to make promises that he cannot keep.

Biography:
 Darius Sterling grew up in the ideal suburban town, one of few of its kind in the United States, a small prosperous affair appearing untouched by poverty and hardship. His formative years were full of emotional turmoil and instability under the roofs of divorced parents and the pressure of harsh classmates. Until after his last year of middle school, he was an introverted atheist, seeing the world as an inhospitable, hard place bent on making people like him disappear and go away, an identity shaped by the cruelty of fellow students and a pessimistic, narcissistic outlook on life. Darius had a hard time discerning his purpose, feeling that the odds were against him and that everything that had led to him was a mistake, that he didn't belong. Times changed as the years passed, and before he had begun high school, the young man experienced an extreme shift in his ideals and beliefs while he was on vacation in another country visiting his relatives. In the blink of an eye, he'd transformed from a cold shell of a human being into a living fiber of the great universe, like everything had fallen into place. This positive change in his life caused him to seek individuality in all its forms and beauty in all things, to become a pleasure-seeking individual turned to a postmodern view from the absolutism that once characterized human thought. Although he then looked upon his past with a sort of grateful spirit and continued to see himself in a negative life, things had seemed more positive than before despite more frequent conflicts with his parents and the internal turmoil of adolescence. Since the shift in his life, he had cried more, laughed more, smiled more, frowned more; all that happened allowed him to see the passion he had for life, even with all the depression and the anxiety. But after one of his lowest days, he was brought to the Cradle of Divinity, taken from his wild life, in what has yet to be seen by him as either a positive or negative development.

Skills:
- Powerful, appealing speaker
- Beautiful writer
- Decent cook
- Quick learner
- Good eyesight
- Decent singer and dancer

Elemental Cores:
- 1 Cold
- 1 Aether

Abilities:
- Cooling touch: Darius may cool any object he touches at will. (Cold)
- Water jet: Darius is capable of producing a jet of water from his palms using magic of varying size and strength. (Water, Ice)
- Wind gust: Darius can use this ability to make a gust of wind by manipulating the currents in the air. (Air)
- Sculpt ice: Darius may sculpt ice into walls, blocks, monoliths, icicles, and the like, but the forms are usually rough. (Ice)
- Charged crystals: Darius may generate and preserve different magical energies in ice crystals for different purposes. (Ice, Aether)

Familiars:
None yet.

Possessions:
None yet.

[User]
Libé nodded, confirming Alison's words.
"Right. I'm Libé and we both just went trough the same thing you did. I'm in no hurry yet. Feel like exploring this new and strange world together?" Libé was calm and friendly, which made his offer sound strange. Rather than making it sound like an epic quest of dire importance, he made it sound like he asked her if she wanted the last chocolate chip cookie.

Libé pointed at the forest outside. "I think we're supposed to start by going outside. I have a feeling that's when the 'game' starts. Whatever it is."

[Assistant]
Rick Narcik
I've been jogging into the forest for a while now. It's odd, but I don't seem to have much need for rest… all the better to get away from the morons who think they can control me. Assholes. Anyway, I've slowed down now mostly through necessity - the landscape for presumably miles around is obscured by trees, and I can't really hear any significant sounds beyond birds chirping and insects flying around. Am I going to have to start punching trees? Or, like, flying up to attack the birds up there? Am I even able to fly, or is that not one of my powers? Maybe I can emulate it with one of my other powers, but I'm not entirely convinced that flying is in and of itself one of my abilities. That being said, maybe attacking some birds is a good idea. If I get more powerful just by fighting, then I will need something to fight, won't I… if I can find a bird of enough strength to take out, all will be well. Ideally.

[User]
Rina repeated the names to herself mentally to help remember them. It would be embarrassing to have to ask for their names later, and she would hate to offend the only two, well three people that she had seen so far. Rina looked at Alison surprised at the small black tendrils. It seemed that she had already, at least partially, figured out how her 'magic' worked. Rina had no idea how to even begin figuring out what magic stuff she could do. She gave a small sigh of relief when Libe offered to explore together, it seemed he had the same idea she did, strength in numbers.

 "I guess so, nothing to be gained by sitting here after all." Rina said cheerfully. Aron spoke up then, "I will lead the way to make sure it is safe." and he began walking towards the forest outside cautiously. "Um, that works I guess." Rina said still unsure of the golem and began following him. He certainly looked stronger than anyone else here and was probably more capable. In order to get more powerful and to get home they had to defeat things and absorb their essences. Rina wasn't sure she liked the sound of that but there were probably things out there that would try to do the same to them, so if she acted out of self-defense Rina supposed it would be all right. Rina stopped a moment and asked Alison and Libe, "That is if you two are alright with Aron leading?"

[Assistant]
GrantGrant began to charge after the bear as it tried to escape with the green girl, but quickly realized he was far outstripped by the bear's four-legged sprint. Standing, out of breath and slightly dazed, he took a moment to do a mental inventory of what had happened in the past - what felt like - seconds. Perhaps it was time to start operating on the assumption that there was actually some truth to what the so called goddess had said. Perhaps it was time to assume that this was actually happening, and not just some sort of dream or vision. I woke up in that bed... almost like a pod. The stuff in there looked... electronic? This place doesn't look like any environment I know of on earth. And that thing... a bear? Grant was starting to wish he remembered the Biology he'd taken. Although he was pretty sure no species existed that looked like that. And then there was the issue of this sword. He brought it up in front of his face to examine.

Silver Knight Straight Sword from Dark Souls rendered in Skyrim
Steam was still rising off of it in wisps. Curious, he knelt down and placed it on the ground. The second he released his grip, the sword disappeared, dispersing into some sort of glowing particulate. Did I make that? Grant shook his head and stood back up. The absurdity of the situation overwhelmed him. Him, a lawyer from Los Angeles, had evidently been kidnapped to some alien world, imbued with magical powers, and left to fend for himself. Well, on second thought, he wasn't entirely alone. He turned around to face Darius. "So, you can throw ice spears then." Grant started laughing humorlessly, overwhelmed by the insanity of what had just happened.

[User]
Vestus

Vestus flinched a little when the woman shot a blast of cold and sweat went down his brow, he tried to act cool as if he hadn't been afraid but he was smiling through clenched teeth so to speak.

"The cool one eh well that's a little to cold for my taste why don't we turn up the heat?"

He was wondering awhile back why he felt so warm and fiery on the inside and at times he realized within him he was radiating a little bit of heat and he now thought about what else he could do so he for a second scratched his head and thought what any person would do if they had some kind of heat power so he switched his gaze to his hand and he extended it forward so the group may see and focused intensely on his hand he felt a slight tingle in his hands as he started focusing harder and after a minute small flames danced across his finger tips and then they got larger until the blaze was surrounding his whole hand and it didn't even effect him it only felt slightly like he was being tickled.

"And I'm the hot one!"

He said looking at everyone as they stood there and the he made the fire die down as he lessened his will and let the fire douse.

"My body feels like a furnace at times"

He explained how it felt in short and he enjoyed how flames only tickled him now which deeply amused him though life would not be the same as it ever was.

Vestus wondered what else he was capable of other than lighting himself on fire and being extremely resistant to it.

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Darius → Darius watched with caution, still stanced in a defensive position as the bear made its retreat with the girl. She should've made a move to try and fend off the bear, but her inaction earned her death. He felt perhaps a little sense of guilt, but there wasn't much he could do. He just had to count on the girl reviving at the shrine, just as the goddess of the realm had told them all. Grant charged after the bear immediately, but it was of no use. The bear could outrun the man any day. Darius surveyed the aftermath of the event: the group was down one person, Grant was having some sort of epiphany about the ordeal, and John Eidolon was unconscious. Just great... The brunet grimaced. The current situation wasn't ideal. Or it might have been, depending on how helpful John and fish girl would be.

 Darius took a look at Grant, the taller, blue-eyed, blond man that contrasted completely with Darius's own complexion, height, eye color, and hair. What a complementary duo. The boy only hoped that he and Grant could work together somehow and build enough trust to form a strong team. In the meantime, Grant was all Darius would have. The shimmering, steaming blade that Grant once wielded had disintegrated completely. Interesting... The boy at least took note. Grant could summon a sword, and Darius had some sort of power with ice and water. His face took on a more thoughtful expression as he committed to memory their abilities and internally mused about them. Grant turned to Darius, and the motion drew his attention straight to Grant's face.

 "So, you can throw ice spears then." Grant quipped half-heartedly.

 "Yeah..." Darius gave a hesitant chuckle and an uneasy smile. "And, uh, you have a cool sword." He ambled casually over to Grant and stood next to the older man. "Any ideas for where we go from here, uh, Grant?" The day was young in the Cradle of Divinity. They had eternity here until they could overpower the pantheon and escape. He just wanted to go home. He didn't want this. He didn't want to feel mediocre in a contest against other godlings. He was... a nobody. He was just an average kid. The young man said just above a breath, "As for me... I wish I knew why this had to happen to me. It feels fucking awful."


[System]
"Tis Such A Glorious Day!!"
Alias
Nova

Age
18

Gender
Male

Appearance
Korand'r is a sturdily built fellow, standing at a even six feet tall and having quite the muscular body build. Like all of his people his skin has a distinct orange tint to it, similarly he has the brilliant green eyes and fiery red hair that are common among his people. His hair falls just bellow his neck and is usually unkempt, as well he has a small amount of facial hair sprouting from his chin.

Personality
Korand'r is a very hearty and open person, he wears his emotions on his chest like a badge of honor. By the standers of earthlings he is considered incredibly overly friendly, extending pleasantries to anyone and everyone even if they are his foes. He has many odd quirks as he has yet to get the best grasp of Earth customs, he is still in the dark to what is considered socially acceptable to do an Earth. He is incredibly proud of himself, his people and their traditions, as well as anyone he considers his friend. He is loyal to the end, sticking with those who have earned that loyalty through anything.

Skills
Korand'r is well versed in a number of Tamaranian fighting styles which mainly consist of close quarters hand to hand combat. Likewise he is quite adept at using close quarter weapons such as swords, shields, spears, and other similar arms.

Powers
Korand'r's powers, like all Tamaraneans, are directly tied to his emotional state and can only be triggered when a specific emotion is focused on.
Superhuman Strength
Tamaraneans are capable of lifting mind boggling weight by human standards, Korand'r's current upward weight limits is around a hundred tons. They are able to preform such feats of strength through experiencing boundless confidence.
Flight
Common among Tamaraneans is the ability to take flight, they achieve this through feelings of unbridled joy.
Omnilinguistic Assimilation
Tamaraneans are capable of learning languages nearly instantaneously through mere lip contact with a being that speaks said language, though some of the language's more subtle uses may allude them.
Ultraviolet Energy Absorption/Projection
The Tamaranean body takes in ultraviolet energy and uses it to preform the amazing feats it is capable of, such as flight or super strength. Alternatively Tamaraneans can project this energy from their bodies in the form of both thermal and explosive blasts. They do this through expressing emotions of righteous fury.
Tamaranean Physiology
It is easy to notice that there a few differences cosmetically between Tamaraneans and the common human, but their differences go much deeper than that. Over the Tamaraneans have adapted to become quite the tough and hardened race, making them quite the survivors. Such as their large purple tongues are actual barbed, much like a jungle cat's, as well their complicated digestive system consists of nine stomachs in order to store food in scarce times. Likewise the Tamaranean body is incredibly durable, being able to withstand unearthly amounts of damage and still bounce back, as well as being able to heal from injuries in a matter of hours that would take others months to recover from. Their bodies are also able to withstand the harshest of conditions, from extreme heat and cold to radiation and even the vacuum of space.

Equipment
Korand'r personally doesn't carry anything of actual note to aid with crime fighting, though he does occasionally take snacks with him.

History
Every child grows up wanting to be a hero, children on other planets are no different. Ever since he could remember Korand'r wanted to help and protect those around him and he always did everything he could to achieve this dream. He trained as hard as his body would allow him, pushing himself to become the strongest he could possible be.

As the years went by Korand'r became quite the talented warrior, but he wanted the chance to prove himself. Luckily for him he got that chance in the form of a small would be invasion by Citadel, a race of warmongering conquerors. Through a series of events Korand'r was able to make his way onto their lead ship and cause enough damage to bring the whole thing down.

After his victory over the Citadel forces Korand'r found what he always knew, that he enjoyed defeating evil doers, so he set off into the universe to help bring safety to anyone he could. He eventually ended up on Earth and found that it was a hot bed of trouble, prompting the you alien to stay and defend it. During his time on Earth Korand'r was able to find a group of like minded young heroes who he eventually formed a team with known as the Teen Titans.

Other
Korand'r has taken it upon himself to pursue the arts of a Earth chef, though currently he is... less than skilled.
Titans Go!

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"Heh, slow down there," Tori said to Tohi before shoving the last of her donut into her mouth. It was definitely still a good donut. Tori then looked over to Spectra and smiled at her confusion. "Don't worry, Spectra, it's not important," Tori explained. Nova was also already on the way to create another "cake", which made Tori both amused and just a little bit concerned, but before the creation could cause another disaster, an alarm blared, this time signaling a real disaster outside the headquarters. She would've loved to chat some more, but she supposed that it would have to come at another time.

"Looks like it's time to do some crime fighting," Tori said calmly as she took off her glasses. Tori concentrated a little, and a white suit began to appear on Tori's person. Simple white pants, an open jacket with a buttoned shirt and red bowtie, a short white cape, and a top hat to finish the costume. Tori had also created a fancier set of glasses, a short black wig, and a cane to add to it. In just moments her disguise was complete. It was fortunate that she was wearing light clothing, otherwise it would have been hotter than she liked in that clothing.

Jasper had appeared as well, all geared up for the occasion. "Hey Jasper," Tori greeted the archer. "You offering a ride? I could use one, thanks." Sadly, unlike many others in the group, Tori had no physical superhuman abilities. Still, it wasn't like that was going to stop Tori from coming along.

[Assistant]
Jasper SimmonsQuickshot
"Well, I can't really 'fly'... Want me to go with you?" Light said moving next to Jasper.

"If you need a ride," Jasper responded honestly, doing his best not to shift away when Light moved closer to him and gave him a one-armed hug. He definitely wasn't comfortable with the contact, but accepted it politely, not wanting to upset his teammate.

Looking around the room, he mentally picked out those in the team who had powers - everyone, his mind supplied, being little help - and tried to narrows down those who can transport themselves. He wasn't sure how Light's portable holes worked, though he was pretty sure she had to be able to see where she was going to use them, Korand'r could fly, Junior had already taken off, and Tohi was getting ready to run. That left him, Tori, Al, Spectra, and Pascal, as far as who was in the room. And Pascal's partner, though he wasn't sure how that worked. Mentally calculating the space in the compact SUV, he figured they'd all fit - even if someone had to go in the trunk. Maybe Light, seeing as she was more durable than the others on the team.

"Hey Jasper," Tori greeted the archer. "You offering a ride? I could use one, thanks."

"Yeah, we'll take the SUV. My bike can't carry more than two people," Jasper said with a shrug.

Motioning for his teammates to follow him and hoping that anyone who hadn't spoken up that needed a ride would follow, Jasper led the way down to the garage, a sub-floor of the tower. He cast a longing glance at his motorcycle, the gleaming blue vehicle practically begging him to ride it, but grabbed the keys for the compact SUV instead. It wouldn't be comfortable to drive, given the quiver on his back and the bow that would have to go in his lap, but he'd offered and he was going to keep his word. He slid into the driver's seat, moving it back so he wasn't cramped against the steering wheel, and waited for his teammates to get in and buckle up. His bow leaned against the driver's door, between his legs, and he hoped it wouldn't knock around too much. The SUV was nice, and the last thing he needed was to scratch the window up with his bow.

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Upside to being a speedster: Everything!
Downside to being a speedster: Forever alone.

~A..now let's be fair, you always got me by your side.~

Upside to being possessed: Being a speedster.
Downside to being possessed: Having a monkey on your back for all of eternity.

~Not eternity, just three hundred and thirty years. When you go to hell, you're free of me. Then you're some Balor's butt buddy from then on. Then again, if you let me drive sometime, maybe i'll put in some good words for you with a succubus I know.~

~I don't think so. We made a quick deal, no time for negotiations. I'm in charge and I'm staying in charge for the whole ride. I know you're tainting me. I used to hate being that chain guy in steel knuckles, but now I use him all the time.~

~So what? He's got reach and sweet combo juggling-er I mean... Damnit, fine. Might as well get used to it, that guy is like an imp compared to what you get to look forward to in a couple hundred-~

*DONG!*

And there goes the church-bell, deafening the demon in his head for a moment's peace as he passed through the Shinto shrine. As fast as a car was, it was limited to the streets. He not only had the super speed, but the agility to free-run his way through alleys and up over buildings as well to cover the distance.

Sooner than expected, he was within earshot of the bank when he slowed and took cover behind a van, reaching into his toolbelt he took out a mini-camera and set it up on a lamp post to give the rest of the team a view of the bank front doors.

 "Chi-tah, camera 1 in position. Moving to back of the bank. Mite, pull out your recording gear and get us a shot of the roof. Use your small size to our advantage and hide. No crawling in the air vents."

[Assistant]
Central City Titans Tower, 11:47 AM

It is hard to describe the level of excitement that filled Korand'r whenever he and his team were given the single that the city needed them to take on some form of danger and save the day. Besides sheer fact that it had been his dream to be pulling off such heroics since he was a child it was practically a Tamaranean natural instinct to seek out action and to jump into the thick of it. The thought alone of having a chance being able to test himself in the heat of battle against just a few of the villains Earth had to offer made Korand'r's heart race with excitement. It took every ounce of willpower the young alien had to be able to refocus on the task at hand, getting his team over to the actual battle. Luckily for the more than a bit easily distracted lad Jasper had taken the initiative and had found a solution to get the team's members who weren't able to speedily transport themselves to the scene of the crime in the form of the team's SUV. Longer than he should admit Korand'r pondered riding along with his teammates to the robbery, but the orange colored hero push the thought out of his head as he knew that quickly making his way over to the incident weighted more heavily than riding along with his friends. After Tohi and Jr. announced their early departures and bolted out of the tower Korand'r turned and smiled to his reaming teammates before exclaiming joyfully. "I shall see you on the scene of crime friends!" And with that Korand'r launched himself out of the room and the tower, a brilliant green light following behind him.

Central City National Bank, 11:47 AM

As the formidable team of Teen Titans sorted out their transportation needs the robbery that held their interest was still underway and it was going a bit... rocky. Luckily for the dozens of citizens that were currently being held hostage inside of the bank the ever dutiful Central City police force was arriving on the scene to save the day, unluckily for them their captives were not about to let that happen.

"Oi, I said no bloody coppas!" The heavily accented voice of the notorious street tough Punk Rocket roared from the entrance of the bank as the rough looking lad stepped out to the view of the freshly arrived law enforcement. The so called punk brandished a sneer right alongside his iconic guitar. "Sod off!" Rocket growled before he gave a sharp stroke of his guitar strings, sending a powerful shockwave of sound out that sent half a dozen cop cars along with their officers tumbling away down the street.

The cops that weren't blasted away by Punk Rocket's little tune were about to open fire on the young villain, but were stopped as a pack of robotic hounds seemingly sprang out of nowhere and began to attack them. Over the sound cops screaming and running away in terror and mechanical howls was the booming laughter of no other than Johnny Rancid "That's right bois! Eat up!!" The mad mechanic laughed sinisterly as he cheered on his robotic creations.

"Hey losers, how about you pipe down out there?!" The obnoxious voice of the self proclaimed perfect Adonis called out from inside the bank. The towering mech suit totting villain turned his attention back to the mind bogglingly large vault door that was in front of him. "Now where was I?" He asked himself allowed before in one fluid motion Adonis ripped into the door and pulled it off of it hinges, revealing the treasures that he sought. "Jackpot!" The robo jock exclaimed with a large, almost impossibly cocky, grin on his face.

Though they seemed like a unlikely team it seemed the trio of Adonis, Johnny Rancid, and Punk Rocket was proving to be quite effective in their goals.


[System]
Appearance: Neo Design

Age: Unknown

Species: Unknown

Gender: Male

Personality/Bio: Cold, Ruthless, sadistic and yet not without honor or a heart; Gigan is rather odd for a Kaiju, possessing far more mental acuity and decision-making skills for something that is supposed to be a Mind-Controlled living weapon; Gigan performs his duties with the skill and precision of an assassin and a master artisan, taking genocide and warfare into a wild yet intricate performance art. For as long as his memory can recall, Gigan always was a cyborg; though due to his intellect, he clearly knows that his current masters: the Space Hunter Nebula M roach-men aren't his creators; but stays with them either way since he feels a certain sense of kinship with them. As if they were the rightful heirs of the race that had created him, however unworthy they may be. For countless aeons, Gigan had carved out a frightful reputation for himself as a single-entity invasion force; entire armadas, armies and worlds falling beneath his scythes and lethal gaze. However, when the time came to invade the tiny backwater known as Earth; the best and worst thing had happened to Gigan, the best being finally meeting worthy foes in the form of Godzilla and his various allies and the worst being the death of what he had considered his brother and friend, Megalon and his own near-death. Going into a coma from his grievous injuries, Gigan was completely at the mercy of his new employers, who the Space Hunter aliens had given him and Megalon's body to as the roaches lacked the means to repair and resuscitate the cyborgs.

Abilities:

Laser Beam: Capable of firing a short-ranged diffused laser blast or a focused beam that rivals the destructive power of the average battleship artillery salvo from the gem on his forehead. And that's on his current form.

Super speed: Gigan is very, very fast. Even for Kaiju, combine this with his now smaller stature and he's practically a Ninja in terms of agility.

Harpoons: Attached to his hips and shoulders, his newest toys are made out of the same material as his scythes, buzzsaw and tail-tip; meaning that they are incredibly hard to break and can pierce through most objects with ease.

Buzzsaw: When his scythes don't kill fast enough, he uses his chest-mounted saw to make mincemeat out of just about anything that gets too close.

Anti-grav Flight: Goes as fast as mach 4 in an atmosphere and at FTL speeds when in the depths of space.

Holoprojector: Further adding to the frustration of fighting Gigan, he has recently been upgraded with a hologram projector that creates a mirror image of himself that cannot attack; but is nearly impossible to tell apart from the real one.

Hyperalloy scythes: His arms and tailtip are made out of a special metal alloy that's practically indestructible and with edges that never dull, meaning that his arms can shield his far less indestructible face and torso.

Universe of Origin: Godzilla Neo verse, with further modifications by his new employers.

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Simon looked on in awe at the giant monster battle going on and he wondered if it was a safe place to be where he was standing. He saw the others and moved over to them.

"Hello, my name is Simon Strange. I'm new here and I'm not quite sure what's going" he said to Light and Ahsoka. He made a jawbreaker appear in front of his head and it whirled around him like a planet orbiting a star. This was going to be one crazy story he would tell his teammates when he got back to his home dimension.

[Assistant]
Absolis Rivard

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@supertinyking@thewizardguy@flamelord

"How ya doing? Crazy stuff we've been thrown into"

 Banha greeted Absolis from behind. Of course, Absolis hadn't talked much to him the day before. More important things were in order, though now seemed like a perfectly reasonable time to introduce himself, as he seemed nice enough. And besides meeting a god of some sorts, it wasn't like he had much to do anyways.

"Me? I'm doing alright. Crazy though? Wouldn't call it that. 'course, I'm close friends with Kolon, so I have seen my fair share of crazy.?

 Absolis slowed his pace to allow Banha to keep up with him. Nova could wait just a bit. Though not for a dreadfully long time. Absolis quickly took notice of the sword at Banha's side. Considering what it was and seemed to be made of, it seemed out of place with all the rest of his group. Though, Absolis wasn't entirely one to talk. That being said, his sword was made because it used a very advanced material.

"That sword at your side? I figured space yakuza would prefer guns? Do you know how to use it, or is it ceremonial?"

 Absolis asked Banha all of these, though it was unlikely Banha would have time to answer. very shortly afterwards, a small Chibi lizard would trip and fall from behind a wall. A rather poor attempt at spying. Or eavesdropping. Or whatever it had been trying to do. Of course, then Absolis would notice Darven, who had stopped just a bit behind the Chibi. Absolis wasn't sure why he was following him, though he did intend to find out why. Quickly drawing his sword, he would point it at the lizard and person

"Come out where I can have a clear view of both of you. I don't know who you are, so until you tell me why you are sneaking around, I will see you as a threat."

 Absolis's voice was calm, yet rather commanding. and his words were backed up by his sword. It wasn't excessively huge, but it was still of an impressive size. It seemed less, forged... and more woven. And sharp enough to cut through anything Banha, the lizard, or Darven could get their hands on. It would also look to be rather heavy, yet here Absolis stood, holding it straight out with one hand. Even as an explosion sounded throughout the building, Absolis held his sword at the newcomers. Though, his lack of surprise came less from determination, and more from exposure to Kolon.

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Cyano Conablum

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@lmpkio

 Cyano was very disappointed to hear about the budget cuts. She hated it when the PR department implemented them to make the labs more "public friendly". Of course, she usually solved that by making a cut of her own. Usually into the PR department. Oh well. Eto then gestured to grimlock to basically wipe out everything in front of them, so that was fine.

 It wasn't long however, before Eto became just a bit mofre focused. She would scan around, while... Also undressing. Well, to each their own. Of course, this meant a fight was about to start. And indeed one did. An ultron bot showed up, and almost as quickly had it's head ripped off by Eto. after she spoke into it, and crushed it. She would toss it back to Cyano. Telling her what she could do with it. Sadly, it was a bit too crushed to get a copy of the AI, though she could recover some data when she got back. For now, it was doubtful she would need a tracker. More then likely, the robot was on his way here.

 The hypothesis was proven correct as several Ultron bots flew out of the environment. A few would fly at Eto, and a few at her. No doubt ultron thought his bots were intimidating. Not so. The first one to reach her would find itself slashed down the middle by her sword. Sparks and parts would fly behind her, and the ultron bot would crash behind her. The second would find itself grabbed by her off hand and smashed into a third. Taking out her multitool, she would shoot down a few more, before walking over to the one that had crashed. The first one she had taken down. It's head was still intact, and as such, recoverable. Taking out the robotics tool, Cyano then stabbed it in the back of its head. It would only take a moment for it's AI to be uploaded, and the robot to be left a useless scrap. Of course, a few more would show up after she had finished this. Not that it mattered ,uch to her. They were about to be taken down rather easily.

[Assistant]
Keith

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 Keith watched as the conquerors set up their base from the shadows. From there, he would be almost unnoticeable. Right now, he was waiting for outward to show up. Their ships would be designed differently, with Arch research industries logoes, rather then Conablum labs symbols. Though, it wouldn't take them very long. 5 Outward ships would land somewhere off to the side of the base, though still within the conquerors view. The teams would exit, each one consisting of one pilot, and four Outward soldiers. All of them would be outfitted with Saber cloth uniforms, and would have one Saber cloth sword, an Arch six shooter, and a slightly larger cold fusion gun. All of it would seem standard issue to the soldiers.

 Seeing as they were here, Keith decided it was perhaps time to talk to ghidorah. He would walk over, and gesture behind him to the group of ships and their crews. Without a word, he would start walking over to them. Clearly expecting Ghidorah to follow him. As soon as they reached the group, all twenty five of them would present their ships to him.

"This, is a bit of the fleet. There aren't many of them here. But I assure you, each pilot could outfly anything you have, and each and every one of them could outifhgt anything short of a large army. Even your starkillers troops would find themselves having trouble with just these twenty five"

 Keith made sure to say it in such a way that Starkiller would hear him. Hopefully, the taunt would bring about a skirmish, or spar. It would provide a good chance to show off their abilities. As well as for Keith to learn about their own abilities.


[System]
Age: 15

Gender: Female

Appearance:
Maria uses a wheelchair to feign the appearance of a paraplegic. She uses her magic to move the wheelchair around.

Personality: Maria casts an outward appearance of a cheery, kind girl, always smiling while talking in a bubbly voice. However, beneath this social mask lies a mind broken by years of abuse into a dark and ruthless girl, her empathy withered away and her trust in other people hard to come by, devolving into paranoia when she is stressed. She has a fear of inferiority, and combats this by being driven by her lust for power, her ambition being her escape from the creeping despair that silently clutches her heart.
While she keeps a sociable appearance about herself, in truth she doesn't have a lot of friends, and keeps her relationships with other people strictly as business.
However, she has started to grow fond of her maid Fantine, and won't tolerate any cases of her mistreatment.

Bio: Maria was thrown into an orphanage before she could even remember the faces of her parents, who died shortly after her birth. She was brutally beaten and abused at a regular pace by the personnel there. However, before she was driven to an abyss of despair, she met a boy by the name of Klaus there, who promised to protect her and get them out of the orphanage. In time, she developed feelings for the boy.
One night they attempted an escape, but were about to be caught when Maria met an Incubator. Seeing that Klaus was caught, she made her wish and the two of them escaped successfully.
Later, Klaus was caught by an anti-MG mob and tortured to death due to his connections to Magical Girls after following Maria. Maria found out about this, and became determined to rule the world and take revenge on the people who took Klaus away from him, by any means possible.
Over the following years, Maria managed to worm her way to the position of a lieutenant in the Aurora City Authority through her persuasion skills, guile and political maneuvers, even resorting to underhanded tactics such as backstabbing and using torture to squeeze valuable secrets out of any hapless victim she managed to capture alive. Of course, she doesn't plan on stopping there, either...

Her domain includes the territory of a magical girl named Eponine, who has requested her home to be placed under Maria's, and by extension, Aurora's protection and rule and that her sister is given a place of refuge in Maria's HQ. In return, Maria demanded Eponine to swear fealty to her, and that Fantine will serve as her personal maid.

Allegiance: Aurora City Authority

Theme: A Stranger I Remain

Skills: Maria could be said to have a silver tongue, for she is very convincing and manipulative with her words, sprouting seeds of doubt and despair in any heart she can pierce with her angelic voice. She also has a profound knowledge of politics and tactics, and specializes in psychological warfare.

Weapons: Maria keeps a small dagger under her dress as a paranoid measure, though due to her status as a Magical Girl, rarely uses it.

Other: Maria loves sweet things such as cakes and cookies, and spends a lot of her free time snacking on them.

Magical Girl Appearance:
Maria keeps her eye-design and creepy demeanour while as a Magical Girl. Her costume also has more shades of dark-green and black.

Wish: "I wish to move Klaus away from his fate."

Weapons: A scythe with an intricate, flowery design going from the hilt all the way to the blade's end. Can be manipulated to change the position of the blade, making for a surprisingly adaptive weapon despite its unwieldiness.

Powers: Telekinesis. Maria may use her magic to control the movement of any object or person in her line of sight, including herself. For example, she can fly through the air, throw and draw distant targets and even freeze people in place. However, she needs to have one of her hands unoccupied and spread open for her to cast the magic from her palm and her fingers for multitasking and subtle movements, making her unable to use this power if her hands are unusable or occupied. Breaking her focus also results in the spell's canceling.
She may also perform a Force Choke-like spell on normal humans which Magical Girls are immune to.

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Violetta winced and looked around her as the voices filled her head. Nobody around her. So it must've been telepathy. That meant a kyuubey was in there with them. Kyuubeis couldn't lie, they were famous for it. So that meant that voice she'd heard just now was really Angela, one of the Vslkyries. Reinforcements had arrived. And in the nick of time, too.

"Angela?" she said aloud. It saved time for her rather then trying to stay silent. "Remind me again who's with you right now?"
"Erica and Natale, ma'am. And the Kyuubey. "

Both decent support. Erica had a slight rebellious streak, but a certain deviousness in killing. Her whole gimmick was chains, with a sweeping set of them for weapons as well as a sweeping chainmail dress. Natalie was slightly dopey and had a real problem with reaction time, but seemed to be happy to hack anything and anyone to pieces with her pickaxes. Two of her finest. If she, Violetta was the kind of person to use royal guards, they'd be her right-handsmaidens. She liked putting them in groups with the newest recruits, like she was with Angela and-

"Wait, wait. What happened to... what's her name, the short one, with the snowboard and the shield? "
"Hilda? Erica sent her back to base to keep down the fort. Why, was that wrong?"
"No, just keeping count. Anyway, Angela, there's a factory in the forest if you look around. With a whole lot of scorchmarks around it."
"We found that already."
"Great! Angela, stay over there and keep the Kyuubey with you. We've already found the witch."
"We, ma'am?"
"Yeah, me and the robot."
"Eponine?"
"Bang on the money. Oh, and there's a third girl in here too. Some little spit with revolutionary leanings. Kill her if you find her."
"Understood, Ma'am."

Even across the alien's telepathy, she heard the little smirk in that last line. Angela was a pretty new girl with a bit of a chip on her shoulder about her pudgy figure squeezed into a rather revealing neoprene suit, but could chop familliars with her oversized scimitars with the best of them. If only she'd learn to conquer her wierd fear about buildings and heights and she'd be perfectly useful. Violetta idly swatted a snowman and kept on ordering her women around.

"Erica?" She said.
"Listenin'. "
"Get here as quickly as you can. We need the re-enforcements. Just follow the smoke trail. I'd light a beacon, but there's... pressing matters."
"Entendu."
"Vi out."

Violetta swung her flamethrower at a few more snowmen. Well, that went about as well as could be expected. Almost every side in this had been listening in to that conversation. There was no reason the Kyuubei would've blocked off communication from the robot and the traitor. You had to watch every word you thought, in case someone reported back to somebody important. Nothing she'd thought could be used to frame her.

[Assistant]
An eyebrow rose in curious attention as Alexandra listened to Maria describe what had happened between her and Kyubey. She knew he was enigmatic, working in his own ways, yet the creature wouldn't lie. Mislead, perhaps, but he would never outright tell a falsehood. If he did then she supposed he would lose all credibility once it got out. And that couldn't do, if it was his job to contract new girls and keep the Witches suppressed.

"I see," she replied once Maria had finished. "Thank you for bringing it to my attention. I will bring it up with Dora, so you don't have to worry about it any more." She was grateful at least, though whether Maria would choose to let the matter lie was only for her to say.

With that, the meeting seemed to wrap to a close. "Well, if that is all then I believe we are done here. Caroline will escort you out." The other magical girl emerged from the corner once more, ready to lead Maria from the building, while at the same time making sure she didn't do anything inside that Alexandra might not approve of. It seemed the game turned once more.

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Algorithm

The hammers went flying as Eponine attacked once more, and they did their work beautifully, smashing right through the ice with the force of their impact and sending the bridge tumbling down upon the Witch that was beneath them. Eponine could be confident in her accuracy, if nothing else, which would be of comfort to herself as well as her liege lord.

The Witch recovered as the bridge came down, and as a result of that Eponine would be disappointed to find that Byrea had only been clipped, rather than squashed entirely. That still earned sprays of the black ichor that served as her blood, but it would not prove a finishing blow as the bridge rebuilt itself, albeit in a different manner than it had been before. And she would find a fusillade of ice headed towards her once more.

Then, as if things weren't hard enough, the battlefield itself began to shift, pillars cracking and falling as if they intended to crush her, just like she had tried to crush Byrea beneath them. And though they rebuilt afterwards in different orientations and position to keep the sphere from collapsing, it just made things that much harder.

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book of bad juju

As surprising as Violetta might find it when her group arrived, there wasn't actually a Kyubey amongst them, since already contracted magical girls didn't need one of the white creatures to communicate with each other, only with potential contractees. Or possibly he had vanished before they arrived, wary of being shot, stabbed, or otherwise harmed. Whichever reason, it didn't really matter in the end as her reinforcements soon arrived.

The help would be welcome as the Familiars kept coming, with the sound of combat below and the ice Violetta was standing on cracking before reforming, as a result of her efforts to keep from plunging into the sphere where the fighting was currently going on. But with the reinforcements, that wouldn't be too difficult to manage. All it would be was a matter of handling that, and then the Witch, and they could all go home.


[System]
Age: 19

 Magic: Trinity's Magics -

Energy Make (A Rank) - Caster Magic. Lost Magic. Taught by her father. Trinity molds energy into a state where it can interact with matter. She can manipulate the qualities of this energy-substance to be immaterial or material, and what kind of discharge contact with it will give. She can create a discharge of force, electricity, heat, and light. Pain is something she achieves through heat, electricity, and moderated amounts of force in odd directions. Unless she employs a special technique, she can only vaguely control Energy Make objects she is not within five feet of. She can cheat and create wires, though.

Energy Make can absorb energies, though this may render the energy 'substance' difficult to contain.

Bard's Legerdemain (A Rank) - Caster Magic. Taught by her mother. She can use this magic to play any instrument within 100 feet of her without touching it. It will float as needed, and may even move with her as she moves, but she cannot control an instrument expressly to move it. On its own, this magic must be used to perform. She can do something like play a single note and it counts, though.

She can cheat this a little bit and combine the magic with Energy Make to make an instrument. She creates a blueprint of the instrument and uses Bard's Legerdemain to give it a shape. She doesn't really understand quite how it works, herself. She describes it as imprinting something within the magic of Bard's Legerdemain onto the Energy Make. Trinity can conjure into existence any instrument she knows how to play. She can even create unique, custom instruments, though these creations require more magic power than a generic instrument.

Arrows Magic (B Rank) - Holder Magic, using a magic quiver. Taught by her uncle Weigraf. Trinity can use this magic to conjure arrows to fire as projectiles from a bow. The arrows can take on a wide variety of effects, from exploding into a chunk of ice on contact or becoming a bolt of flame, to bursting into a net, carrying a homing signal, or homing in on that signal.

Fire Arrow ★★+, Ice Arrow ★★+, Lightning Arrow ★+, Wind Arrow ★★★★
Love Arrow ★★★★★ (Energy Make Combo) - Love Arrow is an arrow made from Trinity's magic power (with a little Energy Make), and she can shoot it to give strength to an ally. The power of love bolsters and purifies... or something?
"They say loves heals, right?"
Beacon Arrow ★★★ (Energy Make Combo) - Beacon Arrow turns an arrow into a magic beacon, which can be used for a number of things, such as a homing beacon for Homing Arrow.
Homing Arrow ★★★ (Energy Make Combo) - Homes in on the Beacon Arrow.
Net Arrow ★★★★ - Fires an arrow that turns into a net.
Ringing Arrow ★★★★ - Fires an arrow that makes a noise.
Bright Arrow ★★★★ - Fires an arrow that emits light.

Requip (D Rank) - Trinity was taught this magic for the convenience of it, which was the motivation for the woman who taught it to her, her aunt Vivian. As an act of disgust with the woman's purpose, Trinity doesn't actually use it much, but she does use it for certain important items.
Rainbow Quiver - Necessary for Trinity's Arrows Magic.
Midnight Alloy Crescent Moon Staff - Mysterious. Gnarled. The night sky sparkles in the metal of the crescent moon that adorns the top of this staff. It asks for something...

 Magic Level: A

 History: Trinity was part of a minor noble family in Minstrel. She learned music, of course, and found a preference for the harp. Her father taught her Energy Make. She lived a calm, peaceful life, playing with and learning her magic, until a Guild (that was, at the time, a Light Guild) attacked her home. She was rushed to the basement by servants, hiding her away in a shelter below. They later emerged to find her father missing, her mother tearful but strong.

Her mother had instructions from Lord Stratos, and met their daughter with a staff, made from a gnarled branch, with some crescent resting on the end, made of some mysterious metal. She was to take the staff with her and go to her second uncle's home in Midi, where she would learn archery with her second cousin. There she stayed for two years. After, she moved in with her great aunt Vivian in Stella, who showed her how to Requip items, and some "finer points of being a lady," though such phrasing made Trinity scoff. Neither of her parents had been very intent on teaching her manners, so she never saw the importance.

After almost one year with Vivian, Trinity then took to wandering. Living under someone else's roof was too stifling (particularly Vivian's...), and she wasn't used to these people, as nice as they were.

She went west, across Bosco, and into Fiore.

 Personality: Though a bit of a drifter, she's a carefree, sweet young woman.

 Guild: Phoenix Wing
 Team Members: Karn, Fleo, Ariel

 Three Strengths:
 1. Music
 2. Physical Science Savant
 3. Agile, Dextrous
 Three Weaknesses:
 1. Physically meager
 2. Idealistic
 3. Rude? There's a word I can't think of...

 Greatest Love: Life Music
 Motivation: Step 1, find dad, Step 2, bring Metal home
 Appearance: Trinity wears her white hair short, framing a soft face and heterochromatic eyes. One is gold, the other purple. She dresses in cropped and tailored red robes.

 Have we met before...?

 Additional Details: Likes exploring ruins and old magic stuff.

Theme(s): Main Theme, maybe?

"アアチェリのまほう！" [Archery Magic!]

"エエナギ・マアく" [Energy Make]

[User]
Jack Goran|Phoenix Wing Guild Hall

Jack thought for a moment on how best to answer Amelia's question. As scared as he was of the cat man and cats in general, he'd never been able to get an answer out of him about why he looked the way he did. "Truth be told, child, he's never said and he has never answered the question, even when I've asked him. And after the spectacle you saw earlier when he jumped on me, you can imagine how difficult it is to get close enough to ask him for me. I apologize, as I'm sure that's not the answer you were looking for." He looked towards Prince, a thoughtful look on his face. Just what was the catman hiding?

In the end, rather than hurt his head trying to figure the strange man out, he choose to look towards the continuing confrontation. It would seem the lad thought them all fools and continued trying to talk them into handing Lazarus over. The revelation that he had done the deed was unsurprising, but it seemed to shock many others.

James Hunt|Phoenix Wing Guild Hall

James had sat quietly and mostly unconcerned with the entire confrontation, but the display from the other guild master had him quite shaken. Damian was strong, Jarvis and Master Jamie were strong, but Master Jack...he shuddered as he considered the implications of fighting him. However, when Lazarus said he was still a guilty man and needed to pay for his sins, James stood and walked up to the man and put a hand on his back. "You want this man judged by the gods? Fine."

James had only used this spell one other time and it was incredibly taxing. But it had a way of finding a person's true nature and feelings and making them suffer for it for the rest of their days. The man he'd last used it on was still in the hospital, reliving the murders he'd caused once a day. At first he'd thanked James, but now he cursed him, because his humanity had returned and he spent his days repenting of his evil. Of course, he had yet to truly feel sorrow for what he'd done if the visions and pain still returned. "On this day, gods of the heavens, I ask thee lend your judgement for this soul. Show us what his true nature is and if it be evil, let him feel the pain of his sinss everyday until he truly repents for his wrongs. Blood of the Lamb."

The moment the spell was finished, everyone could feel a presence in the room they couldn't quite explain, and Lazarus felt the pain he'd caused by the deaths he had caused, relived every moment of that night in vivid detail, even more so than when he himself remembered it. Somehow, he was in the minds of those killed and even in the mind of Shujin the night he killed the people who had raised him. It was all over in mere moments and Lazarus found himself on the ground, panting, even as James fell to one knee, his face whiter than Damian's hair for those who'd seen it. "This man is guilty as accused, but he truly hates himself for what he's done." He started to sway side to side. "There...is..your judgement..." And with that, James fainted, falling to the ground unconscious.

[Assistant]
Ariel and SayuriThe newly decided teammate's further adventures in search of an apartment ate up a decent amount of time. Two other locations were visited in which one was nicer but it bit more pricy and the other was older but more affordable. While Magnolia sported many other options these three seemed to be the closest to the guild hall. Having pretty much discussed the middle of the first being a good choice they headed back to arrange everything.

Thankfully Sayuri, as she'd said earlier, had the first few months covered. This would give Ariel a chance to get some jobs under her belt and pay her back and start contributing. Assuming she could stick around the guild hall long enough without getting overwhelmed. Though over time she would adapt aparently. Realizing she'd left her things behind Ariel headed back after they had at least a room.

ArielArriving at the guild she approached with some caution. There were a lot of people there but so far she was fine. Maybe it was the sudden appearance of all the magics that threw her off. Assured that she would be fine the new Light mage went in without much fuss. Still a lot of activity. Quite outside of the loop in such a short time she glanced around for anyone familiar. Where had she put her things anyway, probably near one of the tables. Weaving her way around she started looking belongings.

[User]
Nolan glared at the door for not receiving any response from Fleo who must've been asleep. It was something that Fleo could not be faulted for and Nolan knew that, but after coming this far he wasn't going to back down now. Knocking again repeatedly with much more force there was no response to it. He gritted his teeth and heaved a heavy growl like sigh, clenching his fist Nolan more or less rammed his against the door. In response, the door flung off its hinges and slammed against a wall, imprinting itself against it. The god slayer just stared at it in silence then looking at his fist, then looking at Fleo that somehow was still asleep even with the loud crack of wood slamming against solid stone walls.

Thankfully there was light in the room so he didn't have to feel his way around. Nolan walked slowly in the room, making sure that he wouldn't trip over anything in the room. It wasn't like he needed to be careful of waking Fleo up. That seemed to be an impossible task on its own. He was very close to Fleo now and heard her whimpering and tossing and turning from the nightmare that she was having. As Nolan made his step, he accidentally stepped onto something round and rolled on under his foot. Nolan jerked forward with no way of fixing his footing, landing on something soft face first. They seemed to be round and comfy. "Huh, what's this?" Nolan raised his head up only to then realize that he fell onto Fleo's chest region. Oh shit. He thought to himself.

[Assistant]
Phoenix Wing
Trinity had been perousing the job board when she remembered she had that flyer from earlier. She looked it over again carefully, thinking about if she alone might be enough. It sounded like a sizeable operation, and she was a little suspicious of why they chose the night of the full moon. Yeah, it's easy to move, but isn't it too predictable? For the purpose of organization, perhaps... well, she couldn't take on a bunch of dudes just like that, no matter the case. Too dangerous to go alone, then. With a good portion of the guild tired, and some of the few able already off on missions, she didn't know who she'd ask along. Nero, perhaps... hell, maybe she'd just make him join the guild.

It wasn't really that long before Shoe Chin Shujin and Sasha started yelling again. "Nnngh..." She replaces the flyer in her hand and grabs another, without really looking. Something for 100,000? Whatever. As serious as all this sounded, there were enougb cooks in this kitchen already.

With that, she bustles out the door. Instead of actually going out on the job, however, Trinity turns sharply and approaches the building. She should position herself where she could fire from out of sight. Drama or no, it didn't seem like this guy had proof. Someplace she could watch, but remain mostly unregarded. The good place would be... a roof! She rounds the building, looking for a good place to climb up. Once up top, she draws a Net Arrow, though... wait, who's that, up here on the roof with her? A mage, she could sense it. Suspicious. You shouldn't be here. She readies her arrow and approaches to a mkderate distance. "Who goes there?"


[System]
Monster Type: Birdgon
Gender: Male
Occupation: None (In college)
Weapon?: Claws +10 ATK, It's... not possible to remove these.
Armor?: Plain T-Shirt +3 DEF, It's just a plain, white shirt... for a plain guy.
Magic (up to three) : Fire magic, Lightning magic, and Healing magic
Personality: Out of battle, he can be described as rather unassuming, generally friendly, and somewhat talkative, however... this all changes should you get him mad. He will often attack with everything he's got the moment he's mad enough to attack someone, but, after that, he just goes back to using one element at a time... and can usually be talked out of a fight after that first attack.

Bio:
 Unlike most of the monster kids, David always tried to use as many magic spells as possible, claiming that he'd 'get good at all of them!', so, while they continued with their more specialized magic... David was left with some very basic magic that doesn't adhere to any sort of theme. This, at first, got him bullied around by the others, who all had their magic down to a specific thing, their magic all just fit together, whereas David's was just sort of all over the place. He could create fire, he could create lightning, and he could heal... but... he couldn't really figure out anything more than that, whereas some of the more musically gifted monsters shaped their magic into notes, and actually used that to create music, David... could just sort of create the magic. He couldn't get it to do anything special, such as change the color of another monster's soul to force them to move a certain way, or have it shaped like something he likes... it was just sort of there. But... he always tried to make it into something else, but... he just couldn't figure out what, exactly. That being said, he never stopped trying. He continued trying to do something special with his magic... he tried with fire, then lightning, but all throughout his school years, not only did he not have a subject that he was best at, but he couldn't do anything spectacular with his magic... other than just produce lightning or fire.

 'This lack of specialization seemed to follow him into college, where, instead of focusing on one, maybe two subjects, David just took whatever classes appealed to him at the time... which, of course, means that he has a bunch of credits... that don't go towards any sort of degree. This ended with him spending a ton of gold on random classes that have basically nothing to do with one another. His magic, even though he continued trying to make it DO something different was still as plain as ever, even if he can use it to heat things, and power things respectively. Thankfully, the bullying has stopped as it usually does after high school, though, he occasionally refers to himself, jokingly, as 'Plain Dave' just due to how uninteresting his magical spells are. It was around this time that David caught a show about Mettaton fighting a strange creature, one that's been described as a 'human'... he thought it was odd, but, he didn't really want to get involved, as, for some reason, he figured that the human would end up getting killed either by Mettaton who really put up an amazing show fight, or the king... er... fluffysomethingorother. David just sort of figured that, much like the other times these 'humans' entered the underground, it would end with another soul taken...'

 He was wrong. Apparently, not only did the human make it past the king, he also broke the barrier. For the first time in his life, David would be able to see the sun, the stars, and probably so many other things... however, David was one of the last monsters to hear about it, so... despite his enthusiasm, he was also the last monster to leave, aside from whatever few might have actually decided to stay down there. Once he finally made it out of the underground, one of the first things he saw, other than a beautiful sunset, of course, was another human... this one was taller than Frisk, and, at first, David was actually somewhat scared of him, but... soon enough, Erion, the human, convinced David that he meant no harm, that he wants there to be peace just as much as David did. The two became friends after that, and soon enough, David was in a new college on the surface, where he continued the running gag of never being able to really work towards any particular degree. This was just about the time where he found out that the human he saw fighting Mettaton, who was apparently named 'Frisk' vanished... said human was also responsible for the peace between humans and monsters, and fearing a possible war, David tried to give a speech about how people and monsters alike shouldn't judge one another... but, it seemed to fall on deaf ears, as nobody wanted to listen to him... he was apparently a joke in that college, so, the crowd he had amassed just laughed, and left soon after.

Appearance: David is a strange creature. While he has the general appearance of a bipedal dragon, there are some decidedly bird parts on there... more specifically, he has feathers covering his back, wings, shoulders, and the top half of his tail. His arms also look quite a bit like bird legs, though, they have exactly five fingers, and he's capable of using them to manipulate tools (such as pencils). The feathers range in color from white to a light blue, however, his scales, which cover basically everything else are a contrasting red and orange color, with the occasional black scales. Oddly, he has a bird's beak rather than a dragon's scaly snout, but, said beak actually has a set of teeth for unknown reasons. He stands at about 5' tall, which makes him short among adult humans, but rather tall among children. His eyes are somewhat reptilian looking with slit-like pupils, and a yellow color around the pupils with almost no white area. His horns are a jet black color, as are his claws.

I dunno... that's a good question. CAN I, or would I just phaze through the ghost?

[User]
Underground Search Party-Ruins

Mettaton answered Chen, clearly glad that he was finally recognized, and someone was inflating was ego, "WHY YES I AM DAHLING! I'M SO GLAD YOU ENJOYED MY SHOW, 'COOKING WITH METTATON!'"
Skylar laughed and she warned Chen in a joking tone, "Careful, don't inflate his ego too much," She heard Mettaton let out an indignant huff at her warning. She couldn't help but laugh at David's joke as he flew overhead. She looked at Undyne and she answered her question, "Yeah, she did! Frisk did say that she led them through this puzzle..." Before she could even solve it herself (or call Toriel), Chen had already walked through the path, Mettaton and David flew over it, and Sans had taken a shortcut past it with the tiny Aria in tow. Skylar commented to Undyne laughing a bit, "Well there's no need to call her now...Let's get going,"

She then followed the path herself, leading the others who may have walked in after the solution was shown, and Skylar made sure that everyone made it across before progressing into the next room.

The next room was a long hallway. The exit was clearly at the other end, but it was hard to see due to the distance. On the left, leaning on the wall was a mirror. In front of the group, just lying on the ground, was a note. Skylar tilted her head in curiosity, and she asked "What's that...? Another puzzle from those sisters?" She walked up to the note, and she picked it up and read it out loud,

"From here to the tree,
Can you walk those miles
In another's shoes?
Enjoy this game
And see through another's eyes,"

Before Skylar even realized what was happening, there was a flash of light, and the souls of the group suddenly appeared out of their bodies, and flew around chaotically, before disappearing into the bodies once again.
To Skylar, there was a white flash of light, and she had blinked only to find herself, no longer standing and holding onto the note. She noticed she was in mid-air, and she asked, ignoring how her voice sounded completely different than it normally did, "What the-?!" Before she accidentally let out a bird like squawk and fell to the ground. She looked at herself and saw that she had feathers! FEATHERS!!! She started to ask again in shock, "What just-?!"

"Ohhh Myyyy!"

Skylar widened her eyes (in surprise, and embarrassment) at the sound of her own voice...mimicking how Mettaton would speak. She looked to see her own body, and whoever was in it was studying herself, before they spoke again, "Well, this is certainly a strange turn of events..." 'Skylar's' eyes widened before asking "Wait a Magnificent Moment! What happened to MY FABULOUS BODY?!" Skylar looked to see Mettaton's body, wondering who was in Mettaton's body, and she looked to everyone else in worry.

Surface Group

Forest

Asgore watched as Alphys tended to the pangolin monster. Of course, he was upset by the fact that this monster had charged at the human girl with a weapon, but he had calmed down enough so that he wouldn't act rashly. He asked the Pangolin monster while Alphys rifled through her belongings for a pack of ice, "What is your name, young one? And I must ask, but why did you charge at the human like that?" He wanted to give the Pangolin a chance to explain himself. But if the reason was something along the lines of humans being evil, then Asgore wasn't going to show the Pangolin mercy.

Town of Ebbott

Annie panted heavily as she tried to move the pipe from Erion's grip, only to find that she didn't have enough strength to make it budge. She had no choice but to listen to what he had to say, her breathing slowed and eased away from the panicked cadence. As she listened, she stared at Erion in the eyes, allowing him to spot something strange. Her irises had turned red, but as he continued speaking, the red faded and allowed Annie's eyes to return to their normal eye color. She sighed and dropped the pipe, and she answered him, "OK...OK...Fine," She then growled warily "But if you try anything, then I will fight back," For now, she was willing to give Erion a chance. But she was still worried that his monster friends would still come after her. Her body was still somewhat tense, as though bracing herself to run or fight again.

[Assistant]
Erion looked at Annie as he then saw the red parts of her eyes. He looked confused a bit. It felt weird for him. Although he didn't really ask too much about it.
"See... look, if they do try anything to hurt you without reason, I will stop them, promise." he then says, tapping a bit his fencing sword a bit.
"That monster that actually did try to attack.... I think I can take him on anyway... but still... I hope you understand those monsters are not evil." he adds as he start walking out of the halley, calmer, but keeping an eye on her. He did understand why she was having issues trusting those monsters anyway... He then though about something.
"Although... there is something I noticed... why did your irises... seem to have changed red back there. Never seen that before." he says calmly.
"I don't mind if you don't tell me. It's just something I noticed." he adds.

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Celes moved forwards with the group, and then saw Skylar go to read the note. She was wondering what was written there until a bright flash blinded her. She stared longly afterwards as she was not at the same place. She looked around confused before seeing.... herself? She looked at her and saw that she was merely bones now.... what happen next? Well... let's say she screamed.
"What happen! Why do I look like a skeleton! What is going on!" she yelled, breathing heavily, although just feelign the air moving around her... bones. This felt so wrong, as well as the fact that she felt like a male right now. God...