[System]
Age:
21

Sex:
Male

Hair Color:
Sandy Brown/Grey

Eye color:
Red

Weapon:
Calabolg - A sword passed down to Braska by his father. It stands as a testament to how far Braska has came as a swordsman. He effortlessly blends his swordsmanship with magic to create something stupendous.

Biography:
Braska has lived the life of stardom ever since he could remember. With his father being leader of the Zanarkand Abes, reconstructing Zanarkand, and his mother as the high summoner, Braska stayed in the spotlight as eldest of his siblings. Tidus raised his son to live the life of a blitzball player while also teaching him how to fight. Little did Tidus know that Kimahri and Yuna were both teaching the young boy in the ways of combat and magic. Taking after his grandfather's legacy, Braska went on to achieve spectacular stardom as a Zanarkand Abe but little did he know that fate would bring him into the same life that his father once lived.

Personality:
Braska has been described as a lazy but confident man and someone you can rely on by his comrades. He is smart and has a great sense of humor. He believes in his own methods of doing things not abiding by any other methods, he is very laid back and only speaks words when he feels that he needs to. When people are in his presence they tend to find it hard to speak to him due to the way he gives off a natural presence, making them silent. Normally Braska is the one to start and finish a conversation, he is very hard to predict and tell his emotions due to him having a natural poker-face, he stands out in crowds and is very easy to notice and pick up on.

Are you arriving in Besaid or Living there?
Considering how far the rp is, Braska will be arriving where needed.

[User]
The minute she heard the stomping of several heavy steps, Alex set Naisha down before standing up and turned. Body stiffening and eyes narrowing in a glare, fists clenching and already ready to lay out a punch. A bunch of local guards coming up, with Sifen. In which case Alex glared at him, motioning her hands up in a 'what the hell is this' before listening to the woman speak as Urick confronted her. The red head glared and gave a huff. Irritated by such a accusation.

"What?! He's the one throwing rocks at innocent people! He actually shed blood! At most he has bruises on his pretty little neck! Oh but what, the baby has such a problem he has to run to daddy after he causes it then get the little bitch lapdog to come fight his battles? Spouting nonsense 'authority' when it's just a bunch of high status men's egos? Well, **** you too!" Alex sneered and shouted before starting to give a feral growl at the command to cuff.

"And if it's just me, why are you arresting the people who weren't involved?! What kind of sick twisted government are you running you bunch of ********?! Leave them out of this!" Alex snarled before the woman had the gall to try and force Alex to cuff herself.

She was so pissed, the red head just took the cuffs before spinning them on her index finger. "Sorry darling, but I'm not in the mood to be your little bitch for you to ride all night." Alex said sarcastically before her eyes glanced to the temple just beside them. Wondering if the others heard the commotion. Hopefully they didn't come out in case the rest of these bastards try arresting them too.

Her blue glare to a man who picked up Naisha and instantly Alex rammed him, quickly catching Naisha and holding her close in a bridal position as she snarled and growled loudly. "Hands. *******. Off. You ******* perverted ********! She's not some sack of potatoes you jerks!" she shouted.

As the woman turned toward her, as if warning if the cuffs weren't on, which they weren't, Alex glared back as the woman scowled. Unlike the other guards, didn't falter in her glare. Growling. Her temper really just wanted to beat the crap out of all of them, but they were outnumbered. Though the woman was a bitch, she did hold strength in her and probably wouldn't be a simple opponent. And most of them were too tired for a full on brawl. If it was just her in trouble, which it should, she wouldn't have much problem. But by how much jerks these people were, Alex couldn't exactly guarentee they wouldn't play dirty.

So she shuffled and put the cuffs on, but still held Naisha and her glare depend. "I'll behave like a good little ***** master if let me carry Nai." Alex said in a sickenly sweet mixed with venom voice before huffing. "Or. You can risk quite a bit of your men going to the hospital. Guarentee you'll take me down with how much you outnumber me, but I'll take quite a few with me." she said, body shifting as she glared.

Alex glanced to Sifen and flicked her eyes to the temple. Trying to silently tell him to go tell the others. Before resuming her glare.

[Assistant]
Naisha managed to show a smile between the tears as both Braska and Alex tried to cheer her up. The mage was very glad that Alex didn't hate or dislike her because of how she acted. It's just that with everything happening, it was so hard to keep track of everything. And difficulty to move one arm in addition to that pesky horn that was weighting on her head just made everything bloody worse.

 Just as things were looking up and they were going to go have fun, everything went straight to hell… The guards appeared to arrest them in account of Alex having injured someone. After the red head explained what happened, Nai's face paled once again." It's my fault…" She whispered looking at Alex. If she had just stayed put and not show herself in public, none of this was going to happen.

 "…!!!" Alex gasped in surprise as someone rudely tried to put handcuffs on her hands, but found it difficult to do so with the mutated hand she had. Finally he did it and rudely took her from the chair as a sack of potatoes. In response Alex quickly gained hold of Nai.

 "What did you say just now?" Nai asked as she looked at the woman from the guards, who seemed like she was calling the shots." Did you just threaten my friends!? Because of that bastard who threw that rock?!" Nai asked her mind slowly descending into darkness. 'Kill them!' She heard a whisper inside the depths of her mind. "Yeah… shall I remind this town what happened before the last eternal calm!? HURT EVEN ONE OF MY FRIENDS AND THERE SHALL BE NOONE LEFT IN THIS PLACE TO REGRET IT!!!" The mage shouted to warn those guards what will be the payment in case something happens to her friends. Nai's hands flashed as well as the small plushy doll she held in her arms. She had enough with people treating friends badly.


[System]
15 | Male | 121 lbs | 5'3
None | Non-Native | Human

 Description
A displaced youth from another world who hopes to find some semblance of peace and kindness after a life mired in bitterness and apathy. But there's still a part of him that yearns for the world he left behind, for a chance to tie up the knots he had left hanging, to at least make sure that the ones he cares about know that he's doing alright, even if he isn't.

 Appearance Description

More cute than cool, more beta than alpha, Yuuki has a dimunitive frame that's complemented by his unimpressive height of 5'3 and large eyes that give him the impression of a small animal. His face is baby-like as well, comfortably round, while his hands are the soft hands of a boy that never worked a day of his life. A pale complexion makes him reminiscent of the children of northern plains, while the brightness and warmth of his eyes speaks volumes of the type of person he is. He instinctively dresses warmly, preferring coats to shirts, scarves to sunglasses, even if logic dictates that such clothing is worthless on a warm summer's day. Yuuki doesn't care. It's just his preference.

 Personality

Some would consider Yuuki to be kind to a fault, to the extent that it's clear he's a spineless pacifist who would smile and nod even as you hurled abuse towards him. They are right. He is that type of person, a silly doofus who can laugh off jabs and who refuses to throw punches in response to provocation. Life's too short to be held down by grudges, after all, and as far as he's concerned, everything will work out as long as people took the time to listen and compromise. A bit of a romanticist, a bit of an airhead, Yuuki takes everything in stride and does his best to stay under the radar and out of trouble. After all, he'd feel bad if he'd have to tread onto others in order to get what he needed, and he'd feel just as bad if people went out of their way to trouble themselves with his own affairs. Those are his own problems, not theirs, and though he would hypocritically offer his own help to others, Yuuki's not all that interested in receiving the help of others. The pride of a rabbit, perhaps? Or maybe the stubbornness of a self-deprecating dork? Who knows.

Despite being someone who loves sappy ideas of 'true love' and 'fated meetings', he's never been in a proper relationship, nor has he ever fully garnered the interest or attention of another. When confronted with the attraction of others, there is no doubt that Yuuki will melt into a stammering mess of embarrassment and regret.

 Class
Yuuki is a student of Class 1-A, one that's fairly unremarkable in every way. He gets average grades, doesn't really see how molecular division can apply to his future, and spends more time in PE messing around with vague acquaintances rather than actually doing anything. As a casual member of the light music appreciation club, Yuuki definitely couldn't name any bands he's an intense, diehard fan of, but has a basic idea of the type of sounds that are 'good' and the type of sounds that are 'bad'. In general, though, it's expected that he's fairly normal, ambivalent and unambitious.

He also never went through a chuuni phase where he imagined himself as a RPG character. Cause yeah, that's a pretty weird thing to consider, right?

Yuuki is a Peacemaker, preferring debate over combat, compromise over victory. He believes that a win win scenario is always possible, and seeks to understand both sides of an argument as clearly as possible. Between the battlefield and the meeting room, he will always prefer the latter.

And if it comes down to it? Running away is okay!

 Bio
Yuuki's life was as normal as it could have been. He was born as the eldest son, treated his younger sister as well as he could have, cared for his father when his mother left, and was generally a good student in school. Other kids caused troubles. Other kids were more remarkable. Other kids got into relationships. But he stayed in the center of those great circles, managing to remain on friendly terms with all of them. Yuuki didn't want to create waves, nor did he have any delusions of grandeur that was common amongst his age group. Heroism was hard, while hedonism seemed exhausting. Given a choice, he'd always take the path of least resistance, drifting through life peacefully.

But then he met a girl he could side with, someone who he was willing to take a harder path with. A girl with a guitar, dreaming of a brighter future despite the inevitability of fate, the world that sought to take everything from her. If he was with her, he thought he could change. If he was with her, he thought he should change.

So Yuuki, the half-baked pacifist who meandered through life despite all the sacrifices it took, decided to run away with her. From the remains of his family, from the snowbound city, from the systems that governed the world, from everything and nothing, to something new.

On a clear, starry night, he said his prayers to his mother and his sister.

On a clear, starry night, he ran out in his first and last act of rebellion.

On a clear, starry night, he found himself on a bright, sunny day.

Magic

Life energy: S+

Flow: F-

Non-Existent

Abstract Magic

Return By Death

 Extra
The brightest eyes cast the darkest shadows.

Sharper minds would know that even rabbits have fangs.

Even now, he remembers her crackling voice.

[User]
Aerith Hastings

There We Go: Part I - Shopping In Style, Golden Quarter, Main Road, Priestella

@Rune_Alchemist@Althiel@BrokenPromise

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Avoiding unnecessary suspicion, getting a fitting set of clothes...yes, this was an idea that Aerith felt she could easily get behind right now. Especially with the anecdote that the city's forces, if "Priestella" was the proper name and she assumed things rightly, were on alert for anything strange or suspicious. Even a group of three stranger that, unbeknownst to Irene and Vasilis to her knowledge, were from another world and had no idea about anything here. Death, a least by guards, was something she wanted to avoid....actually, avoiding the dying altogether was the real desire if she were to be frank. Though whether she or they all could avoid death again or not, just not having to start again at the same position, if they even LIVED again after another death at that, would be preferable. She....wanted to try to be hopeful, at least a bit, even if in the end it was silly to do so.

Though a coach pulled by an earth-like dragon approaching quickly snapped her out of those thoughts for the moment being. At first it was almost a bit jarring, yet keeping tabs on Irene and Vasilis' reactions she allowed herself to finally relax a bit. Even to coachman was friendly to them, petting the "steed" drawing the carriage who seemed very nice and friendly. Walking over, Aerith gently petted the dragon as well, feeling the sensation of its hide as the fact "this is a real thing here" set into her mind and a small smile came to her face. Then after a moment, though, she walked over to the open carriage door.

She let Vasilis help her into the carriage, taking a seat to the side and giving Chieko and Vasilis room to sit. Some of the nerves began to arise again, a small tingle going up her back as if to remind her of things. Ah. Perhaps once they made it to the "Golden Quarter" they could swiftly get better clothes and get better acquainted to this place. At least, if naught else, to get their bearings in a potentially "safer" locale.

At least the trip wasn't bad in getting there. Rather, smooth, actually, making it easier on the teen's nerves at least.

Though now she was looking forward to what clothes they could/would get a bit, if she had to be honest about things.

[Assistant]
Aaron Yang
Near the Docks, Cham

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@Letter Bee@ERode
Weaving through sidestreets casting paranoid glances to ensure they weren't followed, Aaron gritted his teeth. There were too many people staring at them! Could they really escape their fate? Or did far worse await the group? The question seemed to instantly answer itself as a heavily accessorized woman in red spoke to them "Excuse me." Every hair stood up on Aaron's body as he froze in place. 'Oh shit, not this again!!!' he wanted to run, to get away from it all…. But his body just wouldn't move.

"I must apologize if you're not from around here, but I'm looking for a Mistress Vertti. Have you seen her recently?" 'Thank god.' it seemed; that at least for the moment, that someone in this hellish city didn't consider them cultists. As he breathed a small sigh of relief, tea-boy decided to speak up, "That's unlikely," the Japanese boy replied, glancing towards Ashton, "Our circumstances aren't exactly the same, after all…but yeah, we could certainly help. Could you give us an idea of what your mistress looks like, Miss…?"

Thankfully, she seemed to be willing to even HELP the boys, at first…. "Yes, I figured you weren't local. I'm actually a stranger here myself." To demonstrate this, she waved her arm along the visible trinkets they could see. "My name is Aer Pacifica. I'm an adventurer who's task is currently locating Mistress Vertti. She is no one I have personally met, and she has been gone for over a week." She sighed before extending her hand to the side. "If you're new to the area, you probably won't be of much help. Though the offer is appreciated." Aer was about to walk off, but she suddenly froze in place. "Oh, right." she turned to look at the three boys. "This city is sealed off. It's surrounded by bandits and the only people allowed to go in or out are licensed adventurers and merchants." She squint her eyes. "If you were kidnapped, then you're walking around in the open now because...?" Aer closed her eyes. "I don't have time for this. But it's not safe to walk around here. You're clearly not locals, and if you don't have a passport that allows you entry, the punishment can be very harsh." The cloaked woman fixed her eyes on Aaron and reached behind her back with one arm."I'm going to take you to the authorities. What they do to you will not be pleasant, but at least you'll have a chance to prove you're not in league with the bandits."

'FUCK.' Not only was she going to straight up deliver them to the people trying to kill them, but a crowd was beginning to gather around them. Then Ashton decided it was smart to PULL OUT HIS FUCKING PHONE. "Alright, I can see I was wrong to suspect you might be bandits." Aer declared as her eyes shot open, the smile having vanished from her face. "You're cultists!" She pulled something off of her back and held it in both of her hands. It was still covered in cloth, but at this point it was very evident it was a pole weapon of some kind. "No self respecting bandit would let you walk around with such a powerful magical device!"

Thankfully, it appeared that she may have still doubted her accusation. "Even if you're innocent, it's too dangerous for you to walk around without any sort of documentation." There was no mistaking it, she just slid her feet into a stance. "I'm not going to ask a third time, you will come with me. Now."

Then some random catgirl decided to show up and offer to buy the 'magic item'. At this rate, they were all going to end up dead AGAIN. Fearfully, Aaron placed his hands behind his head as if he was being arrested, "P-P-Please don't kill us Ma'am…. W-we're innocent! Please just take us in! Th-that item doesn't even use magic! We didn't even really know magic was even real until today! Just don't kill us." he fearfully pleaded, tears streaming down his face.


[System]
Alias Blood Walker

Age 30

Personality Tamashi is normally calm, collected, cold, and calculating. If pressed to anger he becomes uncontrollable.

Powers
Human form: Tamashi carries a sword made out of a near indestructible material and is capable of cutting through most things including steel. The sword can also open and close portals to and from hell. In his human form Tamashi is very strong and fast but not to the point of super human.

Demon form: In his demon form Tamashi can fly and is much faster than in his human form. He has fangs meant for tearing into his victims. If he feeds on someones blood he can take the form and voice of that person.

Regeneration: Tamashi heals much faster than any human would. He can recover from serious wounds such as broken bones and such in days instead of months. Wounds made by blessed objects recover slower than a human wound would. His healing factor can be made increased in speed temporarily by drinking large amounts of blood.

Weaknesses Tamashi is highly vulnerable to anything that has been blessed(holy water, blessed blades, etc.). His power is also highly dependent on being well supplied with blood.

Appearance
Human form: Tamashi appears to be a long black haired Japanese man of average height. He has blue eyes. He normally wears a black trench coat and black pants. He also wears a ring that has the face of a dragon on it.

Demon form: When in his Demon form Tamashi turns into a red, winged, horned creature with large fangs.

BRIEF Bio There once existed a group called Crimson Son. This group existed in secret. Their goal was to create a pure world without sin. A world without evil or crime. They believed they could achieve this if they could suppress the world with power. They needed to make it impossible to oppose them. To this end they created a machine capable of opening a portal to hell. The group extracted many creatures from hell with the purpose of controlling them. They did this collars that made them mindlessly obey orders. One day they pulled a demon baby from the portal. Their machines indicated that even as a baby it was beyond their control. It was incredibly powerful and would only grow more so as it aged. It was first suggested it be sent back through the portal or killed but ultimately Crimson Son decided they would raise it as a member of their group. They named the little demon Tamashi Akuma. It quickly became apparent that the demon needed to feed on human blood to live and to use his power. They provided this by stealing from blood banks. They gave the child a magic ring that made Tamashi appear human and seal away his power while it was worn. Tamashi was raised in the belief system of Crimson Son and took the organizations code to heart. Tamashi was often sent to perform tasks for the group to further their goals. During one trip to hell Tamashi found a magic sword that appeared to be unbreakable. He decided to take it as his own for use when he was in his human form. As the years went by Tamashi was given more and more trust by the group but Tamashi trusted his superiors less and less. Eventually he came to the conclusion that the group had become corrupt and just wanted to rule the world for their own benefit. Tamashi stole the controllers for the demons Crimson Son had amassed over the years and used them to massacre everyone in the organization. He proceeded to use the organizations machine to send all the demons other than himself back to hell and then destroyed it. Tamashi then set out on his own quest to rid the world of evil which led him to The Outsiders.

What they bring to the team?
Tamashi brings to the team his strong sense of justice. He has the ability to be subtle and use stealth but if necessary he can certainly handle himself in a fight.

Notes
Tamashi feeds on human blood. The amount of blood he has recently ingested determines how powerful he currently is. He usually gets what he needs from blood banks.

[User]
Juno frowned when Belle leaned back in her seat. Damn that Adam, escalating the situation. Juno decided to ignore Litheal and Ricki for the moment, this situation was far more serious. It would simply not do for them to all get fragged before they even had their first mission. It would definitely kill any chance of Juno getting out of this hellhole. The heroine froze when she heard Jaymi's voice in her head. Using her limited mental training she did her best to block him out from further incursions and gritted her teeth. It unnerved her that someone could look into her mind like that. To pierce into all her secrets and feelings. Juno decided she had to be careful around Jaymi.

Juno smiled at Belle and a small hardlight puppy manifested in her lap, yipping happily. It was a yorkshire terrier much like the one she had as girl. Instead of brown and black fur, it had white light but Juno had constructed the field to have a similar texture to the real thing. The dog placed it's paws on Belle's chest and licked at her face with a bright tongue with the warmth of a sunbeam. She hoped the girl liked the gesture. Juno wondered why she was so concerned about her, it was simply unlike her.

Juno flashed white as she rose from her seat and floated above the floor of the cruiser. Juno kept her voice restrained but authoritative, "That's enough Adam. You're supposed to be a professional. Keep this up and you'll cause a catastrophic malfunction. I've had enough of this alpha male posturing. Fenrir is team leader not you, so suck it up and be a big boy without having to resort to threats." Juno glanced at Fenrir, "Jaymi's right, we have to be calm and we have a job to do. We won't make it five minutes if we don't get it together. So please, let's try and put whatever personal BS we might have behind us and focus in on the job."

[Assistant]
Fenrir's eyes widened in surprise at Adam's words. It took a few seconds for him to fully process what had happened. Had Warpath really just threatened to kill him? The professional solider, trained to always be in control, had shown less restraint than he, the savage and uncontrollable beast!?! A red mist descended once more but this time he stopped trying to control his fury, instead allowing it its head. The Wolf within knew the only course now was for physical confrontation, to show this foolish challenger his place in the social hierarchy, which was firmly below Fenrir's own. The call of the wild demanded violence. He stalked after Warpath, increasing his pace to catch up. His fingers began to lengthen, nails growing and hardening into vicious looking claws, mouth distorting as his teeth becoming fangs. There was no growling or snarling now, mere silence as he prepared himself for the kill.

Guys. Lets just calm down and relax please. We have somewhere to be. . .

The voice of Poltergeist, ephemeral as a half-remembered dream, sounded in Magnus's head. The words echoed though his mind, reminding of who he was and what he was doing. He stopped in his tracks, ashamed at what he had nearly done, at the fact that after all these years the monster inside him still had such a powerful grip. Not that Adam was blameless, but Fenrir was supposed to be the leader, and should have done more to diffuse the episode. At least Poltergeist was already livening up to the expectations held for him

Good work Jaymi... Thank you. . Fenrir wasn't sure if Jaymi was still in his head, but he hoped the telekinetic would understand how grateful he was for his intervention.

Juno was playing peacemaker now too. At least she had a level head. She admonished both Warpath and Fenrir, and while he felt his back go up at her words he accepted what she said as wisdom. There was a job, and if they couldn't even get on the plane without incident then what hope had they on the field. He nodded to Twilight, a seed of respect for her taking root as he boarded the cruiser, making his way to the pilot seat. Molotov, Madcap and Blink had arrived by that stage, the cruiser taking off shortly after everyone had seated.

The Hub's water facing false wall folded into itself, allowing the cruiser to hover through, Fenrir flicking on the active camouflage, enabled by Martian stealth technology, protecting the craft from any prying eyes. He skimmed the water for a hundred meters before engaging the main jets, the carrier building speed and altitude steadily until he had broken the skyline. It was almost five hundred miles from Bludhaven to Metropolis, but at the speed the carrier was travelling the Outsiders would be there in less than ten minutes. Fenrir engaged the autopilot before addressing his team.

"Roughly fifteen minutes ago the Royal Flush Gang was spotted in Metropolis." He didn't bother explaining the Flush gang, their members, or their MO. Each member of the Outsiders had been given extensive files on all the foes they'd be likely to face, the RFG amongst them, with strict instructions to study the information in preparation for this event. The only person who hadn't received the files was Belle, and she wasn't going to need them.

"Their target is Lex Luthor." Again, he didn't explain who Luthor was, figuring that if they didn't know that then they probably shouldn't be here.

"Our mission is to intercept and apprehend the RFG, while protecting Luthor." He turned in his seat to face Molotov, knowing of the pyrokinetic's history with the Metropolian. "I repeat, we must protect Luthor, despite our feelings on the man himself."

"Luthor was last seen in his penthouse atop Lextower, while the RFG was spotted entering the sewer line a block away from Lextower. They will be starting from the bottom and working their way up, disabling security on their way. We will enter from Lextower's landing pad and move to meet them before they reach Lex."

"Any questions?"

[User]
Tamashi simply sat calmly and took another sip from his flask. He felt any further involvement by him would only escalate things further. He observed as the other team members entered the craft. Litheal himself didn't particularly interest Tamashi but it was interesting he also carried a magic sword. Apparently he felt the need name it. Tamashi had never thought of his sword as much more than a tool but it did have enough history to warrant a name. "What to name it?" Tamashi considered. Tamashi considered this for a good few moments going through various potential names in his head. It was a good distraction he felt.

Then he heard the psychic in his head. How the hell was he supposed to keep secrets from a psychic? Perhaps earning his favor would be of benefit. Tamashi spoke to Jaymi. "Hey Psychic. I don't mind the messages but do me a favor and stay out of my thoughts. Do this and perhaps later we have a little fun." Tamashi proceeded to seductively wink at Jaymi.

[Assistant]
Leaning against the hind wall of the VTOL, Johnny watched the commotion between Warpath and Fenrir, it was clear they both wanted to assert how powerful they were, classic 'alpha male' mentality, Molotov felt no need to prove himself to his fellow team-mates, as long as he got the job done he couldn't care less what the others thought of him. When Juno nodded at him Johnny raised a single eyebrow before returning the nod with a condescending smile, upon Juno confronting him about his cigarettes the one placed in his mouth went up in flames before turning completely to ash. "How stupid of me, smoking near our child soldier could be bad for her health. Cigarettes are dangerous for children but sending them to fight 'super villains' that's fine." Johnny then turned away from Juno indicating that she wasn't going to get any more conversation out of him. Johnny didn't care about Juno's family name, she was just another delusional cape.

Hearing Jaymi's voice in his head Johnny scoffed, the man says nothing to anyone and the first thing he says isn't even face to face. Apparently the display of who could be more of a paternal figure to Belle had come to a close and things were going to start moving. As Fenrir began to brief the team on the mission, Johnny was on board right until he heard who they were defending. "Luthor! You expect us to defend that corrupt power-hungry wretch? After all he's done?" Johnny's fists clenched and his sickly eyes seemed to become lively. Lex Luthor was responsible for everything that had gone wrong in Johnny's life, he'd sooner melt him into slag than save the man's life.

[User]
Adam had to close his eyes and calm his mind with meditation. As the Germanics and Celts of ancient times, he had temporarily given into his rage and that wasn't an effective way of getting what you wanted done. He heard Jaymi voice in his head telling them to calm down and Adam felt uncomfortable having a voice that wasn't his own in his head. When Adam heard Juno make the alpha male comment, he snorted.

please like women don't do aggressive things he thought to himself, but didn't say anything so that there wasn't more conflict. He sat calmly and waited for the vehicle to take off. When Fenrir informed them about the royal flush gang, he quickly got his mind thinking and remembering what he had read about the Royal Flush Gang. They were one of the minor adversaries of the Justice League which was probably why they were being sent in to deal with them.

"If I remember correctly, the Royal Flush Gang use mostly gadgets when they fight and Ace is a robot. I would say that out of all of them Jack and Ace may be the most dangerous, Ace has super strength and Jack has the ability to morph his body into a type of alien metal and can make dangerous weapons with it, if we split them up then they should be not too difficult to handle, like Julius Caesar we need to divide and conquer, I propose that we break up into pairs and try to separate a Gang member from from group to handle them. If they are entering from the bottom of Luthor penthouse then we should enter from the top and meet them somewhere in between the building, that will also give us a chance to get some information on Luthor" Adam said to them.

When he heard Johnny's outbursts, he rolled his eyes, great they had one of those heroes, more undisciplined emotional metahumans.

"We have a job to do and regardless of what any of us think of Luthor, we have an obligation to fight against crime and help people even if they are your enemy, the law is against the Royal Flush Gang and not Luthor" Adam said to Molotov trying to get the hero to understand their position.

[Assistant]
Tamashi was rather annoyed at the idea of protecting Luthor. Still he knew that speaking up about it wouldn't change anything. Luthor was on a short list of people Tamashi meant to kill given the chance. Luthor very much reminded the demon of his old masters. Corrupt and greedy. Tamashi decided to keep his mouth shut on the issue but if Luthor presented himself to Tamashi he was as good as dead.

Given the info he had Tamashi wasn't even sure he disagreed with the current Royal Flush Gang. They killed evil people. There was a common goal. Of course to avoid straining relations with his new team Blood Walker would do what had to be done.

Tamashi spoke up. "So do we have plan or are we going improvise. If we could perhaps capture one of the members of RFG I could put on their cloths and take their shape. Then I could lead them to the rest of you who would be waiting in ambush."


[System]
Age: 24

Sex: Male

Race: Dhampir (Vampire/Human hybrid)

Appearance: Tall, lithe, and beautiful; Kresnik appears as a youth who was sculpted from marbles with the intricate hands of angels, with eyes of the richest violet. His hair is long and snow white; his skin a smooth alabaster. He has high cheekbones, slanted eyes, and a strong jawline. His muscles are quite defined despite his slender appearance. He wears brown leather breeches, knee-high boots, and a white button shirt.

Occupation: Village doctor/witch doctor

Skills: Swordplay; extensive knowledge of folklore and magic; alchemy for medical applications (such as creating blood substitutes and countering poisons and toxins), as well basic medical knowledge (first-aid).

Powers: Sangromancy and minor blood manipulation (his own blood and free-flowing blood can be manipulated into constructing any desirable objects). He is particularly powerful with wards and has some measure of talent with hypnotism. His blood is also unique in that it is capable of healing fatal wounds in others, if consumed, without the risk of the patient contracting vampirism, as well as extending the victim's life-expectancy by a small sum. Aside from this, he simply has enhanced reflexes and an enhanced sense of hearing and smell. He can also increase his strength and speed with the drinking of blood.

Inventory: A silver longsword with a rose carved into the base of the blade. In his private room at the Clinic, he has a trunk with his previous attire from his days in Korvania: a black leather long coat with silver plates at the shoulders, knee-high leather boots with silver plating, leather breeches with a leather skirt, a single silver claw gauntlet (right hand) that reaches the elbow, and a single studded leather bracer that reaches the knuckles and bound around the middle finger by a slender leather thong (left hand).

History: Kresnik is an outsider from a country far up north of Tanjozo called Korvania, hailing from the capitol city of Mitternacht. He remembers much of his childhood, with great detail and pain. Formerly a Night Hunter--a unique warrior whose quarry were those of the supernatural--Kresnik forsook his old life in lieu for peace rather than being dragged into countless civil wars brought about by the Church and the Aristocracy. He arrived in Tanjozo 3 years ago and bought a clinic with his remaining funds as to contribute to the village's peaceful lifestyle.

Point of Interest: Sunrise Clinic- After arriving in Tanjozo, Kresnik bought an abandoned two-story house and converted it into a clinic after months of repairs and stocking supplies for potions and antidotes, as well as furnishing the place to appear somewhat hospitable (ironically, the entire clinic appears dismal and gloomy).

[User]
Kresnik glanced at Cia as she appeared, his violet eyes now guarded with suspicion. Her innocent smile gnawed at him, the feeling dwelling within his chest vexing him. However, the dhampir shoved it all aside, keeping his expression stoic and stern. Despite his aloof demeanor, he did appreciate the sight of her and even enjoyed her presence, dressed or not. Nevertheless, he did not appreciate such thoughts or feelings, and discarded them without a second thought. Korvania taught him that such emotions were a weakness for a warrior; Tanjozo taught him detachment in the pursuit of healing. It didn't take Cia long to intercept his path to fully garner his attention, though.

"If you ever need any veggies let me know, I have plenty of lettuce and beets as of late, I'm sure you could find a use for it."

It took Kresnik a moment to see her generous offer. Though the village was rife with business, the Sunrise Clinic rarely received much attention aside from a few medicines here and there, and very rarely medical attention that didn't involve a scrape or shallow cut. His funds were low and his food mainly came in donations from those unable to afford his medicines and practice. Even his stores of medicine were slipping below a comfortable number. He often toyed with the idea of becoming a part-time Sentinel in order to continue making medications and even keep his food stores high. The dhampir discarded the idea as often as it came, reminding himself constantly that he wanted peace and that he did not want to engage in any more combat or needless wandering.

"I appreciate your offer," Kresnik began, his rich baritone losing some of its usual frigidity. "If I ever get any in-patients, I'm sure I could make a soup from my homeland that could improve their health." The doctor looked around, then sighed. "Would you like some help with your wares? It appears I will not be needed today."

[Assistant] Nila laughed at the thought of teaching Elvish, remembering when she was growing up how annoying it was to properly speak the tongue. "I'd love to, it's the least I can do", Nila replied. When it came to the question asking, the elf had some difficulty organizing her thoughts. Questions like: What's the local game? Where is the Sentinel HQ? Did she know the area around the village? And things of such nature. Instead she decided to keep things simple and say, "Nothing comes to mind at the moment though I'd love to get a proper tour, I've had the pleasure of exploring Tanjozo earlier today but I'm afraid I hadn't learned much". Nila began to think back at the mess she was earlier today but such memories were halted by the realization once again that Sarah was not a clan elf. "If you don't mind me asking, how did you end up being a city elf? Forgive me if I intrude, I've never encountered people outside the clanfolk", Nila immediately regret that asking as she felt that perhaps Sarah was in the same situation as her. If that's the case, she probably brought up a few painful memories.

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The waiter dropped off two plates of baked potatoes steaming with blobs of butter that was melting into yellow goo making the brown peel slick and shiny. "That'll be nine guilders." he said before leaving to attend to others.

Back at the ranch the embarrassed and stunned kid was well obviously embarrassed and stunned. A scare utterance of, "Y-you too." was all that escaped from his lips. He then rode away to the cattle pen to make sure the gate was locked before hurrying inside home to marinate in his shame.

Pisco was rather unaffected by what happened. Sure it was something not expected but other than that it was briefly disruptive. He merely waited until the crowd began to circle around again. Time passed and he was getting annoyed his various alcohols weren't selling as fast as he wanted. He had no intention of having to haul back his product home. Sacrificing better profits to laziness he reduced his prices by half and began yelling, "AYYY I GOT A SPECIAL END OF DAY SALE HERE! HALF OFF PRICES, YOU PICK IT'S HALF OFF!" He then sat down and waited for the people to come in.

[Assistant]
@Jerkchicken

Cia gave a sweet smile to Kresnick when he offered to help her. In truth she didn't really need any help with moving around her cart. She had unnatural strength thanks to her being a werebear. "I don't need any help with the heavy lifting, but if your willing I could use some help selling." Cia said, she still had a good amount of veggies left having only sold half her stock.

At this point Cia heard about a sale on alcohol. That was something she couldn't pass up. "If you do this for me I'll give you a box of veggies along with a bottle of brandy I'm about to buy." Cia said wanting to get to the sale before everyone else bought whatever was left.

Cia ran off after that leaving Kresnick next to her cart as she went to go and buy herself some of the half off alcohol. "I'll take two bottles of brandy and a bottle of vodka!" Cia said taking out some money to pay for the drinks.

[User]
After sending the girl off satisfied with her sheep doll, and securing the few coins it cost, Belle spotted a boy a little older than the first kid looking at her. To this boy, she repeated her oft-used tagline, who approached warily before looking over her wares. Predictably, woven items failed to snare his imagination. He shifted from one foot to the other, not wanting to speak up either to request something or to admit his disinterest. Belle thought a moment before shifting her foot beneath one of the wicker baskets. In a swift motion, she flipped the basket onto its side, then picked it up with a pale hand and held it up. "Look." She placed it on her head, covering hood, hair, and face alike. From within her muffled voice explained, "It's a helmet. You wanna join the Sentinels, you gotta practice wearin' armor." Apparently uncaring whether or not anyone thought she looked silly, Belle removed the wicker helmet and held it out. Though she did not smile, she nevertheless felt gratification when the kid thumbed through some coins in his pocket and produced the money for it. Only a few moments later, he could be seen running through the craft show with the basket on his head, bumping into things occasionally but forgivable in his joy. Belle slipped the coins into her woven satchel, unconcerned that he hadn't paid the full price. The woven items were all very cheap.

The fierce afternoon sunbeams and the sudden lack of wind made Belle very comfortable, and as the seconds stretched into minutes it felt to the farm hand like hours. A few more purchases went through, but nothing notable happened until a cry went up from another stall. Her eyes barely open, Belle breathed deeply and pulled herself up from the stool. At an utterly leisurely pace she made her way to Pisco's stand, for his lay just across from hers, meaning that she needn't worry about anything being stolen. Belle found herself standing in line behind the bear girl from earlier. The two young women couldn't be more different: where Belle was tall, thin, pale, and introverted, Cia was more normal, more attractive, and more outgoing. These weren't why Belle resented her, however. She disliked the extravagance with which Cia acted, using incredible power without deliberation or responsibility—like it was nothing. Belle waited for Cia to get her extravagant amount of alcohol and then stepped up to Pisco. "Wine. One skin." It would last her weeks; she never took more than a single sip for the taste. "Please," she added, as an afterthought.

[Assistant]
Kresnik stared incredulously at Cia, unsure as to how to decline her request for him to help sell her crop. Never before did the dhampir enter the world of merchants, nor did he have the patience to act the fool and shout unnecessarily about sales and deals. He felt flustered, his alabaster face growing pink with embarrassment at the very thought. Before he could say anything, Cia ran off to the man selling his fine liquors, with her promising him some brandy.

He enjoyed brandy.

With a sigh of resignation, he closed the distance between himself and the cart and grabbed a head of lettuce and a beet. Swallowing his pride, he began to juggle the lettuce and beet, using his reflexes to his advantage, his warrior discipline to keep a rhythm, and his years of training for precise dexterity to never falter. After getting a rhythm down, he continued to toss the lettuce and beet in high arcs as he grabbed another beet and to add to the juggle. "Come one, come all!" He shouted, his face still stern and his eyes alight with an inner flame of determination. "I have beets and lettuce for sale!" Kresnik felt like an utter fool, but he was willing to put up with the idiocy in order to get some brandy and some extra food for his private stores. "For a modest sum, I'll throw in a recipe for Korvani Beet Stew!"

[User] It looked like his desperate sales attempt paid off as there managed to be a handful of people that came to buy his products. Business was good and he was getting ready leave once he dealt with all the stragglers coming in. Some woman came asking for brandy and vodka. "I only got wines, beer, and maybe some mead shoved back. Now if you want that other stuff I believe there's a bar nearby. I'll let you decide but feel free to poke in the back for something that catches your eye." He then beckoned to another woman who came up and with a whisper soft tone asked for a skin of wine. He knew her type and wordlessly went to fetch a bottle of table wine. No pitch for a certain project or asking about what type he merely fetched a bottle. "Fifteen guilders." was all he said.

[Assistant]
"Awesome! It's settled then." Sarah told her happily when she told her she'd teach her Elvish. When she told her she'd like a proper tour tommorrow she nodded, "Sure thing. We might be a decently small town but we have plenty of stuff to see." She replied.

Shortly after their food and drink arrived. After placing the guilders on the table to pay for the food she started eating. Shortly after Nila asked her how she came to be a city Elf. Not many people bothered asking about her past, mostly because her dad would tell practically everyone he could. Swallowing her bite of potato she thought momentarily before answering. "Well, my dad found me outside the village when he was on his way back from the mines and brought me back here. I don't really remember my birth parents or how I ended up here." She explained. "I kinda just stayed here and took up the family buisiness after that. Not much else to it that I remember, really."

[User]
Cia gave a sigh as she realized that this store had no brandy or vodka. "I'll go elsewhere, I promised someone brandy." Cia said as she walked away to go find some brandy and vodka. She had also felt someone staring at her with great amount of what seemed to be either seething hate, or jealously. Either way it meant that the person staring at her hated her, something she felt would be best to just ignore for now.

Cia went to the store she was pointed out and bought the brandy and vodka. She then headed back to her cart to see Kresnik had actually sold a good bit of her products. "Good job! You sold most of my produce! I guess I'll let you have what's left since you helped me out. Also a bottle of brandy." Cia said handing him the bottle of brandy she had just bought. "Of course if you ever wanna share it just let me know." Cia added putting the bag of alcohol on her cart.

[Assistant] Kresnik sighed when the crowd went away. His face was red from embarrassment and his hands and arms cramped from not only his juggling, but from writing down numerous recipes for those that wanted them. When Cia returned, he took the brandy that she promised and nodded when she added that she wouldn't mind sharing the alcohol with him. "Perhaps some other time," he sighed, grabbing the coin he gathered from the many customers. "In the mean time, here is the profit you made; plus extra. It is the least I could do for the brandy and food." Kresnik added, shrugging away the embarrassment he felt.


[System]
Age: 24
Magic: Lost Magic: Energy Control Magic; Mayt can control and manipulate various types of energy. He inherited this magic from his family.

Amplify - Amplifies a specified energy, cannot amplify magic.

Reflect - Reverses an energy, such as motion, at half of what it was originally.

Shape Magic - Shapes the caster's magic 'container'
Reinforce Inanimate - Reinforces an inanimate object with the caster's magic, making it more durable and allows it to act as an alternate method of using another energy control spell.
Reinforce Body - Reinforces the caster's body, making it more durable, but can cause serious damage if the energy control spell attached to this isn't maintained properly. Considered "Forbidden", but is not a taboo.

Warp - Redirects an energy, does not need to be actively used.
Magic Level: S
History: Mayt Derren Marris grew up in a small town, its name of no importance, in the middle of virtually nowhere. In his hometown, he had grown to know almost half a dozen different parents. He was taken away from his birth parents at age 10, as they were both incapable of properly taking care of a child. His second set of parents were nice, but his distrustful tendencies, and getting new parents just before his teen years, he blocked them out. They fed him, clothed him, and took him to school, that was all that was important about them to Mayt. They weren't his birth parents, he didn't like them. They gave him to the local orphanage the first time he drew a knife on them, which he had done in an attempt to prove that, despite his somewhat meek frame, he could be a powerful fighter. He didn't have to be a bookworm. By this time he was 14

At age sixteen, Mayt was adopted by, as he likes to put it, "Parent Wannabees". His parents were sort of doing a trial-run on adopting a child so that they had some idea what to expect. They didn't expect a child distrustful of them to the point of learning how to cook and handle himself while not getting in the way. Mayt turned into a child who simply lived in the same house and breathed the same air. He had gotten a part-time job, bought his own food, did his own laundry, and cleaned his room. Despite his seemingly good-nature in doing this, he acted very sour, and often was caught by Truancy Officers, and managed to barely pass his classes. Not caring about the future, the month he was allowed to leave his parents house as a legal adult, he did, setting out into the world. He wondered at first, choosing to go town to town on foot, enjoying the walk, and eventually starting to enjoy being on the road, where he could think.

By his twenty first birthday, he had rented an apartment in a small city, and has chosen to stay there for a while. He needed money and odd-jobs while traveling wasn't cutting it. On his birthday, he received a package from his birth parents. At first Mayt was skeptical of the package. He hadn't known his parents since he was a child, yet they knew where he was setting up temporary residence? Once he had gotten over this, he opened the package to reveal something stranger still, a Katana. They not only had known where he lived, but had known he had been practicing, off and on, different sword skills. Mostly due to the fact that they interested him, and he couldn't understand how they had known. He still kept the weapon, and he started to train more with it, eventually finding somebody of teach him in a more official manner. At this point, he has some skill with the weapon, but he is far from professional.

Around twenty three, he started to realize he had magic, he just had never noticed it. He discovered this when practicing with the gift sword, and he had accidentally burnt the blade on a hot day, leaving char on it. Despite how often he tries to clean it, the blade never seems to not have that char from his first real use of magic, and ever since he's been practicing to the best of his ability. He does it best through his weapon, but he can do it when not wielding his weapon.

Personality: Loner, vocal in his opinions, and stubborn.
Team Members: None
Three Strengths:
1. Good Cook, Mayt, having lived on his own for a long time, has learned how to cook pretty well, without any reliance on magic or supernatural abilities.
2. Loyal, Mayt's trust isn't the easiest to gain, but it's not difficult either. And when his trust is gained, he is quite the loyal friend, risking bodily harm to protect those close if neccessary.
3. Swordsman, Mayt is somewhat skilled at using his Katana, and he can use his magic through it.
Three Weaknesses:
1. Loner, Mayt prefers to work on his own as he has all his life, which makes it difficult for him to work in a group and follow a plan.
2. Anarchist, Mayt often outright disobeys orders simply because they were given. He doesn't take this to an extreme, but the wrong choice at the wrong time can be devastating.
3. Lost Magic, Mayt's magic is a form of lost magic, meaning it is more powerful than most magics, but also is more dangerous for him to use.
Greatest Love: Doesn't really have one.
Motivation: To find where he belongs.
Appearance: Mayt stands at 5'11" tall, and typically wears simple clothing that's close-fitting but not very restrictive. No real protection. When he's traveling, he carries a large backpack filled with his stuff, and his Katana is kept at his side. He has light skin, and medium-dark brown hair that he keeps trimmed at a little under an inch long. His eyes are green, and he's starting to grow a little bit of a mustache. The scabbard for his sword is simple leather, unadorned, but slightly charred as well.
Additional Details: Mother now lives in Magnolia Town. Maximum potential unknown, and it was recently discovered he has a great deal of knowledge about his magic stored away in his head via archive magic.

[User] Lazarus was also shocked at what had happened next. He didn't know what to say. Being her close friend, Sasha had told him about her family, and its destruction. He clamored for a moment, trying to find his words. Eventually he embraced her and whispered those words. "Sometimes... its ok to be selfish. I know what you are feeling right now, but that little boy knows nothing else. He won't know why tear drip down your cheeks." He gripped tighter. "Right now Ben is calling for his sister. And that's you right?" He paused. "Go and see your brother. Let him fill the hole in your heart." He let go and smiled. Flicking his eyes towards Ben, telling her to go to him. He folded his arms and took a casual stance, before admiring this world's guild building.

[Assistant]
Karn
Fiore || Kabo || Outside the Council Building
Interacting: Jamie

As he listened to the Guild Master, Karn thoughtfully frowned a little in thought. The blunt answer was, that Jamie knew her but had no idea where she currently was. Another dead end. He had hoped for some sort of clue, but to no avail. After searching everywhere for her, and finally coming to Phoenix Wing where she had told him to go, nothing. The young boy guessed he had little hope left and should just accept his fate. Still, he had a feeling she was alive, but she always seemed to have some sort of grand plan ready. Maybe she just grew tired of him or ran out of magic because of him? Perhaps that was alright then and he shouldn't be selfish. After all, she did so much for him, so if she didn't want to be found.. Maybe he should respect that.

~10 Years Ago~

[i]It was the middle of nowhere, among miles and miles of nothing but brown earth and rock. A small orange cat slowly padding along a dusty path, struggling to keep on all of its paws. The fur was ragged and filthy, and was nothing but skin and bones. Any energy or magic it had was gone, and a pathetic tired weak mewl before falling on its side. Emerald eyes tiredly stared at the empty wasteland, it felt so weak... It was dying. Instincts screamed that it was dying... And there was nothing it could do to fight it. Eyes slowly closing, it accepted its fate and waited as death embraced it.

Ears twitching at the sound of thundering steps, it opened its eyes weakly to glance up to see a large creature. It looked a bit like a lion with its brown mane, but it was sabertoothed with black horns and scales and long flowing whiskers. Golden eyes staring down at the smaller feline and giving a soft little roar. The cat didn't have the energy to respond to this creature. Was it going to get eaten?

The beast then lowered its head and sniffed the bundle of orange fur before opening its jaws and wrapped them around the cats waist and picked it up before starting off in a direction. The cat, thinking it was going to get eaten, closed its eyes again before losing consciousness.

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Everything was dark and painful, he could barely move. Was he dead? He couldn't see, he couldn't move in this darkness, and he tasted the rustic taste of blood. If he could taste things, then he was alive? It was then he heard a door freak open and some footsteps followed by voices, but he could barely make it out.

"How...he?" a adult female asked.

"N.... Good... Damn it, Rian! What are you thinking of bringing a wizard here?! You saw what happened with Chimera Flame after their star member left for ten years! I rather not have anything to do magic anymore! They'll exterminate all wizards! Especially one like this one! He's probably lost it! You should of just left him out there! Especially since your the last survivor and refuse to debrand!"
"The guild may be gone, but its spirit lives on. Just because you forgot what it means, doesn't mean I have. He's a kid, and nowadays child Wizards don't have anyone to help them. I can't just leave him to die. Kid deserves to live his life as far as he can."
"Well good luck with.... Die.... You idiot!"
"Friendly as always."

Unsure if he should open his eyes, his emerald eyes slowly open to find he was in a green forest. Blinking, he slowly sat up, pupils slitted like a cats and cautiously looking around. The blonde boy in brown rags then saw a large brown beast laying down by a tree, watching him. Instinctevly, the boy stood on his feet, fingers clenched tightly and growled and spat at the beast threatenly. Hissing like some feral animal and growled.

The beast however simply stood up and gave a roar towards the right. Not too long, a black cloaked figure stepped out from behind some trees. They dropped guts hood to reveal a woman, with long black hair and golden colored eyes. The boy looked at her before snarling as she stepped closer.

Kneeling down, the woman smiled softly. "Now calm down beast boy. It's alright. I'm here to help." she said gently and moved her right hand toward him.

The boy cautiously looked at her before biting her hand, growling. Blood seeped from the injury, soaking his lips, but she didn't flinch as she used the other hand to wrap around him and stroked the mess of long blonde hair.

"It's alright. I'm here. You're not alone anymore. I can help. But you need to calm down and relax." she said gently as she petted the young boy.

Growling, the boy bit a little harder, before slowly relaxing against the gentle touch. Letting go and gently licking the injury he caused, eyes slowly returning to normal. A choking sob emitting from his throat.

"Are you sane enough to remember your name?" the stranger asked gently.

The boy glanced up at her before looking away, seeming to try to figure out what just happened. "...rrrr....mmmreow....uh.... K-Karn....." he managed to growl out before finally finding his voice again.

A smile appeared on the strangers lips softly.

"Karn. Nice to meet you. My name is Rian Deathwalker."
~Present~

Karn sighed softly but soon smiled brightly. "Well it was worth a shot I guess." he chuckled as he rubbed the back of his head.


[System]
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Age:
17
Gender:
Female
Race:
Human/Amazon
Alignment:
Hero
Mentors:
Artemis, Wonder Woman
Skills/Meta Abilities:
Amazonian Physiology: A descendant of Zeus and recepient of his blessing, Cassie has a physiology similar to the Amazonians of Themysicra. This gives her strength, speed, reflexes, and durability magnitudes greater than a human's, as well as the gift of flight.

Lasso of Lightning: A lasso created specifically for Cassie by Aries; it is indestructible and able to channel Zeus's lightening on it's target.

Amazonian Bracers: Bracers given to Cassie by Zeus at the time of receiving her powers, they are her most commonly used weapon. Made of indestructible metal, she uses them to both block projectile attacks, but to give her own more force.

Combat Proficiency: Ever since coming into her power, Cassie has been undergoing almost constant training, mostly by Artemis. She is skilled in hand to hand combat, and proficient in sword fighting.
Personality:
Cassie has been told many times; she is the perfect example why teenagers shouldn't be given superpowers. It isn't that she does anything particularly wrong that often, but becoming an Amazon didn't suddenly make her a mature adult. She is brash, strong willed, and stubborn in both her actions and ideals. She believes herself to be a good person, and by most standards she is, after all if she's good at anything it's fighting bad guys. But her temper is short, and she is often too quick to make snap judgments about people, and very reluctant to change them. Still, apparently she's well behaved enough to no have her powers revoked, and that's good enough for her.

Willfully optimistic, Cassie can be a ray of sunshine to the group of misfits, have had little to no trauma in comparison to her fellow Titans. She is overall friendly to those she trusts a likes, though even they aren't safe from her spurts of angry frustration that come all too often. An open book who wears her heart on her sleeve, Cassie can be the best friend anyone's ever had and stick trough thick and thin for her team-mates, but if she finds she dislikes a person within the first moments of meeting them, it is unlikely they'll ever make it into her good books.

Backstory:
Born and raised in Gateway City, Cassie Sandsmark is the only daughter and child of Dr. Helena Sandsmark; renown archaeologist, and head curator of Gateway City Museum of Antiquities. Her childhood wasn't all that different than most others; her time was spent between school, friends, and the museum. On occasion her mother would take Cassandra on specific digs that she was invited to partake in, but while she had a curious interest in Greek history and mythology, she lacked the patience to make it a serious study. It wasn't until Cassie turned twelve that her life became interesting.

A new historian was hired at the museum and became fast friends with Helena. The historian in question was Diana Prince, or alternatively Wonder Woman, who was staying at the museum to keep watch over an artifact sacred to the Amazons after hearing that it was at risk of being stolen. Cassie was understandably enthusiastic about the situation and spent the better part of six months tailing the super-heroine as she devoted time to menial jobs. Diana was patient with Cassie as she was with all her young admirers, and even invited her to watch her training; an activity quickly scrapped by Helena, which only lead to Cassie sneaking out to watch instead.

An attack did eventually come, quite suddenly mid-day in the summer. The museum was filled with cultists from the church of blood, seeking the gauntlets Diana had come to protect. After being told to hide, Cassie went instead to where she knew the artifact was being hidden in her mother's office. Nearly an hour later, when the fighting should well have stopped on of the cultists found their way inside to find a shocked Cassie clutching the Gauntlets of Aries. Not thinking a child would need much effort to subdue, the attacker instead simply tried to pull the gauntlets away. With no other recourse left, Cassie slipped on the too-large bracers, which miraculously tightened around her wrists. With a single motion she was able to pull away from her assailant, knocking him to the ground, just as Wonder Woman came in through the door. The following 'fight' didn't last more than a few seconds.

The aftermath over the ambush for the Gauntlets of Atlas had some serious ramifications for Cassie; for one she found out that her ability to wield them meant she was in some capacity a descendant of Zeus. After a very star-struck meeting with the god himself, and a modest amount of pleading on her own part, it was decided she had proven herself to have the heart of a warrior and was given the gift of the Amazons.

Sensibly, Helena was less than pleased with her daughter's decision to fight crime, so it was decided that Artemis would train Cassie until they felt she was truly ready to take on the duties of an Amazon. This lead to a somewhat difficult high-school experience, but eventually Cassie gained enough confidence to graduate from student to part-time hero, and from there was quickly recruited to the Teen Titans.

[User]
-Starfire-

_K'oriandr_

 Starfire was nodding along to Robin's debrief, information courtesy of Cyborg. Weapons shipments? Trade in unmarked firearms is nothing to be taken lightly. The destructive capabilities they could grant any single individual was immense. Back on her homeworld, weapons were much rarer, but if they did exist they would have to be lethal enough to damage a Tamaranean, which meant the few illegal weapons that did exist were truly dangerous. Humans, unfortunately, were much more fragile than Tamaraneans, and could be seriously injured by tragically mundane occurances, let alone the weapons they made to harm each other. It was up to empowered individuals like the Titans to look out for those who could be caught in the crossfire or be the targets of malicious attacks.

 A look of interest and mild surprise came across her features though, as reports of a new crime came in. Watercraft robbery in progress! Time to move! When they returned, Starfire stood with her hands behind her back, eagerly awaiting Robin's plan. He was so good at doing plans. He could rattle off orders as if it were nobody's business! When he was in leadership mode, he was extremely handsome.

 Starfire nodded at his order and was subconsciously bending her elbows and knees and raising her clenched fists, looking as if she were about to burst. He said the thing! With a little giggle, she turned around and zoomed down the hallway. Expertly navigating the corridors of the tower until she zoomed out a window that was open just for her. She knew where she was going. Contact the coast guard and tell them the Titans are on the case!

 Her fists outstretched infront of her, a faint green trail signified the propulsion that kept the woman in flight. The trail was emitted from her feet and long hair, and it's glow brightened the faster she was going. The light of Starfire's flight was hard to miss, even at day time. It was because of this that she stayed relatively low as she approached the sight of the robbery. It took a lot of courage to initiate crimes in Jump City. Everyone knew that this place was under the Teen Titan's protection. It was a propserous place, though, full of potential ill-gotten gains and treasures for those of criminal intent. High risk, high reward. It attracted only the most dangerous individuals.

 The bright green, orange, and purple girl flew spotted the oncoming Coast Guard boats. Their courage was admirable. Working as law enforcement in Jump City meant engaging with superpowered individuals. They could be heading into attempt to arrest literally anything. Supervillains were extremely creative.

 Nonetheless, she flew to their boat with a little wave. Hopefully the cheerful green light of Starfire was recognizable to the people of Jump City by now. Gently she came to a stop, hovering a few feet over the deck of their ship, looking for the highest ranking individual among them.

 "Greetings, friends! It is I, Starfire, of the Teen Titans. I am here to inform you to maintain a safe distance. The Teen Titans are about to bring this situation to a peaceful conclusion. Please do not throw yourselves into unnecessary harms way, as your safety could be used as leverage in favor of the criminals." She said. One knee was slightly bent, the other straight. Starfire cut quite the striking figure as she kept pace with the Coast Guard, slightly leaning into whichever direction she wanted to float in. Every once in a while she cast a look towards the targeted ship, trying to see if anything supernatural was occuring. If everything went well on this Coast Guard boat, Starfire would spread the word to the other ships. As she did so, she would also be creating a perimeter around the targeted ship to cut off any potential escape routes or even enemy reinforcements. Usually villains did not have reinforcements, but stranger things had happened.

[Assistant]
Ka'van set his half finished oatmeal aside as the Titans received a call to action. He drifted over towards Robin, looking around him at the screen and eagerly awaiting orders.

For him, costume change was easy. An inky black aura began to emanate from him, devouring his gray skin and turning it into a dark void. His eyes turned a solid, brightly glowing red, and a tattered gray cloak appeared out of seemingly nowhere to settle on his shoulders. The air around him grew cold as he allowed the demon closer to the surface, drawing from it's power to increase his own.

"I'll meet you all there," Wraith said as he lifted off the ground. He flew towards, then through, the wall. Wraith arrived at the docks soon after Starfire. As his fellow alien began to secure the citizens, he approached the boat and silently touched down onto the deck. He probably should wait for his cohorts...but a little recon wouldn't hurt.

Wraith became intangible and began flying through the walls of the ship, scouting for possible hostages aboard, or perhaps even their criminal.

[User]
Kassandra smiled as she heard those famous words. She bolted for her room, and was ready and dressed within minutes. Royal orange and green, with golden sandals and a mask to match. And of course, her staff named Damiek, the jeweled eyes of the octopus topper watching over her. Wraith and Starfire had already taken off, so she said her goodbyes to the others.

"I'll be underwater, you know where to find me." She dove into the bay and started swimming. No leisure swim this time. This time, she moved. Even without her usual tail, she could lap any human in the water. Such were the blessings of being Atlantean.

Although she'd been a Titan for some time now, she still got a thrill of excitement in her belly with every new mission. She hoped the others felt the same. She hoped she always felt this way about her hero work.

Mirage was starting to approach the yacht, and so she slowed to get a better look at it. Nothing out of the ordinary on the starboard side. She dove deeper, looking underneath the hull for anything strange. No holes, no devices, all the fish had been scared off. Nothing there. As she continued her reconnaissance, she contacted the other Titans on her sturdy waterproof communicator.

"I'm not seeing anything so far, guys. Just lots of smoke and panic." Indeed, there was a grayish smoke pouring out of the boat, but it didn't smell like fire. Nor could she see any flames. She poked her head out of the water to get a closer look.

People in fancy clothes screaming and going one way. People in uniforms with guns going another. From her angle, she couldn't quite see where they were converging. She clutched her octopus staff a little tighter, and headed for the dock to meet up with Robin and Wonder Girl.

[Assistant]
Cassie didn't even flinch when the alarms began to go off. She remained the picture of calmness, even as Robin began giving out instructions, finding a spoon and even continuing to eat her yogurt as the rest of the team jumped into action. Inwardly, it was all she could do to keep from breaking through the kitchen wall to get to the scene. Her small insecurities evaporated in the excitement of a real mission.

"Well I was half right," She shrugged with while her heart pounded. Tossing her half finished snack, she followed Starfire's path out the kitchen but turned to her own room where her equipment waited. Artimes's training had permeated enough so at least Wonder Girl's lasso and arm bands were always hanging off the back of the door, regardless what the rest of Cassie's room might look like. She was still fastening the lasso to her hip and sliding her heals into her sneakers when she peaked back into the kitchen just in time to which Kassandra good luck and find Robin; the teams flightless member.

"I can give you a lift if you need one." She offered before tucking back in the hallway to sprint towards the still open window Starefire had used.

Fly had long since stopped being such an easy thrill for Cassie. Years of training and pattern exercises had made it just another part of her routine, but there was still excitement to be found in the faces of the crowds that watched. Coming up on the smoking yacht surrounded by police and curious crowds, she truly felt like Wonder Girl, someone people could count on. She glimpsed Starfire below, on the dock speaking with the police before circling the crime scene. It was hard to see much of anything with all the smoke, though she was almost sure she could distinguish the more misty form of Wraith on the deck for a brief moment before he disappeared below. Cassie landed at the helm of the ship, clearing out the cockpit of confused crew whom she brought to Starfire, as they did their best to recount what had happened between lungfuls of smoke.

"I think Wraith is bellow decks, I'll keep on the exits, keep whoever it is from getting away." She confirmed with her team-mate before returning back to the yacht.


[System]
Age: 19
Gender: Female
Height: 5' 10"
Weight: 132 lbs

Appearance: Yolanda is average in height and slender in build with faint muscle definition. She has short hair that has been slicked back and dyed bleach blonde. Pale skinned. She has dark brown eyes, which in contrast with her skin, appear to be black. The pale skin of her back has been elaborately inked with the solid lines of a tattoo depicting a grotesque scene of demons and the Devil himself.

Personality: Yolanda is a sly woman. Conniving and secretive, it's often difficult to tell what she is about to do. Despite this, however, she is loyal to those she feels are deserving. Once her loyalty has been secured, she is protective and fierce. Yolanda has a tendency to be sarcastic, dryly humorous and cynical but has the capacity to be kind and tender. Able to be extremely persuasive when need be. She has a touch of nihilsm to her.

Yolanda likes to keep her emotions in check but sometimes loses control. When angered or frightened, she lashes out at any who surround; whether it be friends, family or strangers. She often enters a period of regret after these episodes, though the level of regret is relative to how firmly she believes her anger or fear was justified.

Other: Yolanda was born and raised in South Africa and as such has a strong South African accent. She is able to speak both Afrikaans and English fluently. She has always had an interest in both the occult and both the good and evil of religion, hence her tattoo. Yolanda moved from South Africa at sixteen with her parents.

[User]
"You know what? I think separate rooms here is going to suck balls." At those words, James looked to his sister, slightly confused for a moment or two, choosing his words carefully.

"We've always had rooms apart, sis. Even living with our moms." James spoke slowly and unsurely, still a tad confused. Why was she pointing out something that they'd always had?

"I know that, butthead. I mean, here, we can't hang out in each other's rooms like we do at home, watching movies late at night, having best friend cuddles.." Jasmine's retort was quick off the mark, trying not to laugh at his slightly slow response.

"Oh! I see." James replied, as the penny finally dropped. "Because we're in gender assigned dorms, right?"

"Right. Hopefully we'll be able to get the apartment sorted soon, and we'll have a lounge to hang around in too, so.."

"Yeah. I can't wait!" Grinning, James hugged his twin, the female grinning and hugging him back with a slightly.. sad sigh.

"I don't want to be in a different building from you, what if you get bullied, or scared?"

 "Sis... I'll be fine, I promise." James spoke slowly and unsurely, though he wasn't too sure if he would be. "I'll help you unpack?" He spoke sadly, walking with her towards the female's dorm block, linking arms like they were the best of friends. Which, they were.

"You do know that if anyone hurts you, no matter what, I'm going to kick their asses so damn far, they'll have to fly back her." Jasmine snapped, looking over to her shy natured sibling.

"Please, don't, you'll end up in trouble with the police, and your record hasn't, and won't, go away." James looked to his sister, his eyes sad. He didn't want her away, she was his sister. His best friend!

"I know, I'm sorry." Jasmine mumbled as they reached her dorm, the female unlocking her room with a key. "You better behave."

[Assistant] John parked his rinky dinky, old VW Beetle on campus and got out, stretching. After the drive here it was nice to finally have some walking room. He pulled a large suitcase off of the luggage rack on top of the car and then popped the trunk where he had stowed a slightly smaller duffel bag. He made his way towards his dorm, stopping and asking for directions every time he felt like he was lost. He finally reached his room and dropped everything onto one of the two beds before flopping down on the ground. He sighed with relief. "I made it."

[User]
"Call me when you get settled, okay?" Kaja's mother said over the phone and the brunette could distinctly hear sobbing sounds in the background. "I can't believe my _kochanie_ is all grown up!"

"Mama, I'm only an hour away. You act as if I'm on the other side of the country. And tell Tata to stop crying, it's embarrassing just to hear."

Kaja sighed, holding the phone between her shoulder and ear while dragging her suitcases behind her to the dorms. Kaja glanced down at the piece of paper in fingers that told of her dorm room and nearly dropped the phone

"Tch, I'm on the fifth floor. _Cholerny." _The eighteen year old said mostly to herself, but by the clucking of her mother's tongue, Kaja realized her mom heard.

"Watch your tongue, Kaja, before I smack it." She reprimended and Kaja only groaned in response.

"_Tak, tak_. No swearing, _zrozumiany_. Listen, mama, I have to go, I arrived to the dorms."

And true to her word, she did. Without waiting for the dreaded response of "I love you's" and "call me's," Kaja quickly ended the call and shoved the phone into her pocket.

She entered the building and dragged her suitcases up multiple flights of stairs until she finally made it to her dorm room. Digging the key out of her pocket, she struggled with the door, cursing multiple times, before jiggling it open. The door swung open and she was greeted with the sight of a boy and a girl.

_Shit,_ Kaja thought. She was hoping that she would have the dorm to herself.

[Assistant]
Gabriella waved at her mother as she entered the cab and was on her way to the college! It was such an exciting day for the girl because she wanted to be out of her home and actually do something herself and not be with her parents much. Yeah she loves her parents but every teenager would like to live alone for a while. Especially when it will be far away from their parents, parties parties! Even though Gabriella isn't much of a party girl but she does it when she wants too. Now arriving at the school, it was time to go to her dorm. "Finally. Gosh, I just wanna lay down.." she said grabbing her luggage and making her way to her dorm, hopefully her roommate won't be an ass. Mainly because Gabriella wasn't the one to be messed with. Anyways, as she got to her dorm there was no one there... that was good, she could pick her side first!

"Yay. Mmm. I pick this bed!" The young teenager said jumping on top of her bed like a little kid, jumping house for example. That's how she was jumping. "Wooh! Wooh!" and that was when got off the bed, putting her luggage on top of the bed as she walked to the mirror. Fixing her hair a bit, she ran a hand through her hair and looked around the room. It did feel a little empty but it was still good for her. And she did get first pick of a bed! Right next to the window.

Gabriella got out of her room and saw a girl and a boy linking arms, they must have been dating or something and then another girl, but she just walked passed them. Right now, Gabriella prefered to go explore the school a bit!


[System]
Age: 13
Hometown: Ecruteak City
Appearance (pic preferred):

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

Having experienced the wonders of the Kalos Region, Shiranui had conquered the Kalos League and was added to the local Hall of Fame after defeating their Elite Four as well as the local champion Diantha.

[User] "Sure, we'd love to," answered Shiranui.

[Assistant] Setven tossed a Pokéball into the air and a discolored Metagross emerged. He commanded it to pick the heroes up with psychic and go "there" Metagross did as instructed and carried the heroes to a far off island. When they arrived, Steven said that he wanted some extra eyes while he looked for something on the island. Liam heard footsteps and turned around to see three members of Team Aqua, one of which was Admin Matt. Matt didn't bat an eye at seeing three reputable trainers on the island, while his grunts were unnerved. Matt ordered them to get out of the way, and that they needed what the island held to further their plan.

[User]
"I don't think so, beefcake!" Shiranui rebutted, not intimidated by Matt's physique.
"I'll just have to force my way past!" replied Matt, "Sharpedo, you're up!"
Shiranui scanned Sharpedo with his Pokédex. "Sharpedo, the Brutal Pokémon. Nicknamed 'the bully of the sea', Sharpedo is widely feared. Its cruel fangs grow back immediately if they snap off. Just one of these Pokémon can thoroughly tear apart a supertanker."
"Gimansha, I choose you!" Shiranui sent his Mawile out and the battle was on.
"Sharpedo, Swagger!"
"Gimansha, Play Rough! Mega Ring activate!" Shiranui activated the keystone on his Mega Ring and Gimansha was enveloped in an orb of energy. The orb shattered to reveal a Mega Mawile. Sharpedo swaggered about and that caused Gimansha to be so angry, her Attack stat sharply increased. This of course rendered the Mega Mawile confused. Gimansha was able to have enough mental focus to charge at Sharpedo and deliver the roughest roughhousing anyone had ever seen thanks to her Huge Power ability. Not even Sharpedo's Rough Skin ability was enough to deter Gimansha as the Mega Mawile let up on her assault and left Sharpedo knocked out in one hit.

[Assistant]
The Grunts sent out a Poochyena and a Grimer. Steven's Metagross used Psychic and slammed Grimer into Poochyena and followed it up with Hyper Beam. They were both KO'd. Matt began to reach for another Pokéball when a sound emanated from elsewhere on the island. Latios emerged. He lifted them with Telekinesis and than used Dragon Pulse and sent the Aqua members flying.
 "Latios, the Eon Pokémon. Latios will only open its heart to a Trainer with a compassionate spirit. This Pokémon can fly faster than a jet plane by folding its forelegs to minimize air resistance. Latios has the ability to make others see an image of what it has seen or imagines in its head. This Pokémon is intelligent and understands human speech."

[User] "Thank you so much, Latios," said Shiranui.

[Assistant] The Eon Pokémon nodded at Shiranui and turned to Liam. Latios telepathically talked to the heroes saying that it has heard about the good deeds that they have done, and wants to come along with them. Latios then used Psychic and open Liam's pack. A Luxury Ball floated out and came over to the Lati. Late voluntarily entered the ball and it immediately snapped shut as it dropped to the ground.

[User] "I wonder where the other one is," pondered Shiranui out loud.

[Assistant] "Who knows?" Liam said. "I would think Latias would be nearby."

[User] "Probably hiding in plain sight," added Shiranui, familiar with the notion.

[Assistant] 'likely." Liam added.

[User] "From what I read, Latias does have the ability to go invisible and disguise herself as other people," stated Shiranui.

[Assistant] "Well, she could be spying on us." Liam commented.

[User] "It would not surprise me if she's watching us right now," replied Shiranui. He knew how it felt to have his mind read and he wasn't feeling as such at the moment.

[Assistant] "Well, we should probably get back to the mainland soon." Steven said.

[User] "Indeed," Shiranui agreed.

[Assistant] Steven called out his Metagross and take everyone back.

[User] "Thanks Steven," said Shiranui, "We can take it from here."

[Assistant] "One more thing," He said. He pulled out three Mega Stones. He explained that these stones coordinated to Hoenn's starters.

[User] "That will come in handy," replied Shiranui, "Thanks."

[Assistant] Liam took the Sceptilenite and Swampertitie.

[User] Shiranui received the Blazikenite.

[Assistant] "Well, I guess it is northward to Fortree." Liam said.

[User] "Hopefully free of hassles," added Shiranui. He knew the Weather Institute was en route and had a nagging bad feeling about it.

[Assistant] "Well, let's get a move on." Liam said.

[User] Shiranui nodded and the heroes continued north.

[Assistant] The heroes began to get closer to the weather institute. Unknown the the heroes, Team Magma had taken over the institute for their own purposes. Liam saw one of Magma's red copters fly overhead. While the heroes were investigating, a Magma grunt (Looker in disguise) came up behind them and attempted to cup his hands over there mouths and yank them backward behind some bushes where he revealed it was really him.

[User] Shiranui felt relieved it was Looker that took them behind a bush instead of a real grunt, but was not impressed at being dragged away. "I assume you're here to investigate what Team Magma is doing," he stated.

[Assistant] Looker confirmed that theory. He also made a comment that it seemed like the heroes had a knack for crossing paths with criminal organizations.

[User] "Arceus must have a twisted sense of humour and this time won't be the last either," Shiranui remarked.

[Assistant] "At any rate, we need to get inside the Institute." Looker stated. He tossed each of the heroes a Magma Grunt uniform that he took from other grunts he had knocked out.

[User] "Thanks Looker," replied Shiranui, "Time to utilise the Ninjutsu Art of Disguise."

[Assistant] Liam put his on. He was thinking that this was better than having to play this same game with Team Aqua. "Well, let's go in."

[User] Shiranui nodded in agreement after donning his disguise.

[Assistant]
Everyone made it into the institute without trouble. Magma grunts were all over.
 'And I thought Dark Cave had a Zubat problem." Liam muttered to Looker and Shiranui.

[User] "I know how we can get past," replied Shiranui, "I just need to access the ventilation system."

[Assistant] Looker noticed one of the vents in the corner and subtlety pointed it out to Shiranui.

[User] "Everyone, cover your mouths and noses," warned Shiranui, "Kinoko, send a Spore into the vents!" He sent his Breloom out and Kinoko sent a Spore attack into the vent to be dispersed around the institute.

[Assistant] An actual Grunt saw them over there with a Breloom. He quickly figured out they were imposters and was about to yell when the sores knocked him out. Magma grunts began to drop like flies.

[User] Shiranui had a look of relief when the nearby grunt fell over. He passed Liam and Looker some cloths to breathe through. Kinoko stopped her attack and the heroes were eventually left with at least a room full of sleeping grunts and a haze of Spore.

[Assistant] Liam stepped outside and sent out Pidgeot to go get Offcr Jenny from a nearby town. Liam triggered Mega Evolution, to hasten Pidgeot's travel.

[User] Shiranui waited with Looker for Liam to return. He sent Zoro out and had the Zoroark disguise himself as an average-looking Magma grunt.

[Assistant] In a few minutes, Mega Pidgeot returned with Jenny riding it. Liam tossed off the disguise, as Jennies tended to jump to conclusions. When Pidgeot landed and Jenny got off, Liam saluted her and praised Pidgeot who de-Mega Evolved and cooed before being recalled. Jenny said that the paddy wagon would be along shortly to apprehend Team Magma and in the mean time, she went around the institute, having her Spinnarak use its webs to tie up the Grunts. Liam returned to his friends. He skidded to a halt when he saw the Grunt (Zorro in disguise) and grabbed one of the balls off his belt, ready to battle.

[User] "My master taught me well if I can fool our friends," the grunt stated before dropping his guise briefly.

[Assistant] "Jenny is here, you may want to shed the disguises." Liam informed them.

[User] "Will do," replied Shiranui, removing his disguise.

[Assistant] Looker removed his as well right before Jenny barged into the room. Liam pulled out some smelling salts to wake up the people who worked at the institute.

[User] "Whoever was running this operation must have bailed," Shiranui speculated.

[Assistant] The workers of the institute thanked the heroes for saving them.

[User] "You're welcome," replied Shiranui, "Incidentally, what would Team Magma want with this place?"

[Assistant] The scientists that work at the institute said that they were working on a machine that could manipulate weather.

[User] "It's just as well it didn't fall into the wrong hands," replied Shiranui. The scientists' statement had made Shiranui's speculations about the plans of Teams Aqua and Magma more and more likely to be true and that concerned him.

[Assistant] Liam commented that they spent so much time focusing on the fact that they could do such as thing, and not enough on if they should do it.

[User] "You do have a point, Liam," replied Shiranui, realising that the artificial tampering of a chaotic system could spell disaster if not done correctly.

[Assistant] The scientist tried to make his argument about how much good such a device could do, but realized he would not sway the heroes.

[User] "You can continue your research, but try to understand that your technology can be used for nefarious ends as well," continued Shiranui.

[Assistant] "Should we move on?" Liam inquired.

[User] "Yes," answered Shiranui, "Fortree City can't be that much further."

[Assistant] The scientist confirmed it wasn't very far at all and gave directions.

[User] "Thanks," replied Shiranui and with that the heroes left.

[Assistant] Liam commented that he has heard of some towns, Fortree being one of them that holds special competitions exclusive to Pokémon who can fly or levitate.

[User] "I've heard of them," replied Shiranui, "I have the perfect Pokémon for them."

[Assistant] "Well, it will simply be one more thing for us to do in Fortree." Liam said. "But the contest happens first."

[User] "Indeed," Shiranui agreed, "What do you want to bet that the gym leader Winona would be participating in one or both of those competitions?"

[Assistant] "Seems very likely." Liam stated.