[System]
Age: 23 (Appears younger.)

Gender: Male

Race: Sanithian - Hailing from the planet Sanith, this race of humanoids is signified by their abnormally short stature, usually averaging no taller than 5 feet. Furthermore, most (if not all) Sanithians are born with hair colours ranging from red to pink, and on rare occasions pure white. They are known for being excessive introverts, rarely socialising with anyone outside of their own race. The few Sanithians that do branch out to the other races are some of the most loyal and steadfast allies anyone can obtain, birthing the common saying, "He/she has Sanithian loyalty."

Specialty: Pilot

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Additional: A timid yet capable member of the squad, Aura has served Team Nova as it's designated pilot for some time, barrel rolling them out of the stickiest situations and the craziest of conundrums. Has occasional, but rare, bursts of outgoingness, and is one of the most loyal members of the group. Gets pouty and mad when people mistake him as a girl, which (unfortunately for him) happens a lot.

[User] Hero had just finished wrapping a crewmate's burn received from working on the reactor. "You need to be careful around that reactor. You were lucky this time." He sent the crewman off and cleaned up the supplies he had pulled out. Not much had happened on the ship. It was quiet for a long time. It seemed the universe was at peace. Hero didn't know what else to do. His med bay was spotless, everything was re-organized, and the most trouble he had to deal with were minor burns and cuts. Life didn't seem to be too exciting at the moment. That was, until the captain of the ship called everyone to the bridge. Saying that we had an emergency response job and he needed to debrief all his head staff. Hero smiled, finally, there was something about to happen, and he would be on the front lines to see it. He walked to the bridge in a comely fashion, expertly hiding his emotions as he went. He wondered what it was going to be, but no matter. He would go. Once at the bridge he saluted the captain and told him that he was ready for duty.

[Assistant]
"Beep!"Beep!"Beep!" "All crew members please report to the bridge." Adrian panicked and banged his head on the table he was hiding over. Wow some master of stealth. Everything has been so peaceful on the ship recently and when it's peaceful it's boring. So being the generous person Adrian was he decided he'd steal some extra food from the cafeteria every day and give them a detective case to have fun with. Sadly this only satisfied his boredom for a little bit. There was nothing worth enough to actually steal and get a rush. The only reason he hasn't gone crazy is that he hasn't had to delve into the demon world recently to sneak into somewhere so he's actually gotten to get to know his own team for once without being in extreme pain. He's also had a lot of time to practice with his shadow blades and now he can summon them almost instantly.

"Come on a boy's got to have a little fun." Adrian pleaded to the guard that looked like someone just ate the last cookie. Probably because the last cookie is stashed away in Adrian's room. "I mean it's probably a good thing I stole some food so know you can loose some of that weight." He said while poking the guards belly. The guard was setting his plasma gun to stun, his face as red as a tomato. Then "Beep!"Beep!""Beep!""I said ALL crew members get on the bridge NOW!!!" "Saved by the bell or alarm I guess." Adrian said to the guard, that Adrian didn't think spoke English, judging by the lack of responses.

[User]
Spinning slowly in his incredibly comfortable pilot chair, Aura lay back as he watched the bridge spin around him. Closing his eyes, he silently prayed for a chance to take the ship off of auto-pilot, before slowing his spins to a halt to stare out the cockpit at the dark, empty void of space. "Blegh," he grunted under his breath; whereas others would sometimes be scared, or driven insane, by the vastness of the void, Aura simply felt disgust and boredom. It's never good for a pilot to be bored; that's when crazy stunts happen. Come to mention it though, Aura wouldn't mind a bit of crazy to replace the current dismal mood.

Fortunately for the rest of the crew (who probably weren't wearing seat belts), Aura's prayers were answered as the captain entered the cockpit, explaining that he would be calling everyone in for a debriefing, and something about an emergency response job. Though Aura was calm and silent, simply nodding and activating the captain's intercom, his thoughts were screaming and cheering with joy. No random barrel rolls today! Giving the control panel in front of him one last look over, checking that all the lights that should be on were on, the meters that should be working were working, he signaled the captain that all was good as he relayed his message over the intercom.

[Assistant]
The captain stood on the bridge waiting for his elite members to rally. After an acceptable amount of time had passed the captain looked upon the present members. 3. "There are only 3 members here!?" The captain rubbed his brow and sighed. Standing before him was his medic, Hero. His pilot, Aura, and his infiltrator Adrian. Though, this current line up wouldn't be bad considering the message he had received. "Alright men. We recently received an emergency communication from a military group a few sectors from here. Turns out that they received a distress signal from a colonizing planet and are trying to find someone to rescue them. They can't go because there commander insists that his mission is far more important and can't spare the crew. He was however, willing to pay us a decent sum of money to see if we could do anything." He looked at his little group in front of him. They all looked so excited, he guessed that they would go even if they didn't get payed. The captain kept this in mind as he played the distress signal.

"Hello?.. an..on..there?..S.S we need immedia...evac...help us plea... (Indistinct screaming in the background)"

 As you can see, you will be flying in blind if you so choose to accept this mission. If you do accept, then take the "Mighty Light" (a small fast ship equipped with photon beams and a generous docking bay) We will wait around orbit in case you need to evacuate. With that, he dismissed the motley crew and ordered Aura to take them to the corresponding sector.

[User]
Aura had dutifully got out of his seat to join the others, leaving the ship on auto-pilot for the time being while he listened to the captain. Standing beside his fellow crew-members, he listened intently to the distress signal as it played through the speakers. Difficult to pick out a lot of information, he thought to himself, his mind trailing as he tried to piece together what was going on. It's clear they're in a tight spot; after all, something had to have blocked out most of that message.

He was brought back to reality all of a sudden when he heard the captain mention the Mighty Light. Aura had always had a good time with that small ship. Oh, the manoeuvres I'll pull off with that bad boy. After having been dismissed, he nodded his head to the others before they left, and then quickly returned to the helm, leaping back into his chair taking the ship out of auto-pilot. Hearing the captain's order, Aura designated the sector in question, prepping the ship's drive core and readying it for lightspeed, following a resounding "Aye-aye captain!".

[Assistant]
Giza was surrounded by machinery and the so called operators who were supposed to work them. They kept buzzing around telling her not to touch the vital power source or don't mess with the engines and recently they came up with some bull about the captain needing her. That last part ticked her off, "We're in empty space and about to jump, don't make up stuff about distress calls!" She snapped at them and was about to upgrade their fuel lines when a higher up stepped in and gave her a look. "Heh looks like you weren't lying at all and I'm in trouble now..."

Giza scrambled into the main bridge looking the part of a mechanic, grease smudges and oil stains all over and a smell that was fairly unappealing. "So distress signal, thats real huh? I assumed that the guys just wanted me out of the left engine room.... They don't like how I keep upgrading things." She chattered nervously until she realized that she was either being ignored or stared at by everyone in the room.
"I think I missed something?"

[User]
Boarding Mighty Light and Preparations

 After the captain had dismissed everyone from the briefing Hero left for his Med-Bay. He would need to stock up on all the usually essentials seeing that there were probably going to be a lot of casualties when they got there. He was so busy preparing that he almost didn't notice the ship go warp speed. "Let's see. Medical Tape, check. Extra casings of pain killer, check. Torch and bone saw operational, check." Hero had to make sure that his whole kit checked out before every mission. He couldn't afford for there to be malfunctions with his mechanical parts. He remembered that day so clearly.

 His parents and family were dead, killed in the initial invasion, all he had left was his father's med bag and a first aid kit inside. With that in hand, Hero stood there in a shattered building looking on the warzone before him. A group of people were desperately trying to hold their ground against an oncoming invasion of aliens. They were successful, but one of the members had suffered substantial injuries that would have been fatal. Hero, knowing the danger that man was in, stupidly ran across the short expanse nearly getting shot. When he arrived, everyone in the group was confused. There before them, was a teenage boy with a med bag in hand. One of the members, thinking that he brought the bag reached for it. He was even more surprised when Hero stopped him from grabbing the bag and opened it himself. He examined the injured man's body, multiple bullet wounds were in his shoulder, which weren't fatal. What he was most afraid of was the large amount of shrapnel that peppered his body. Hero took out some sterilized gloves and began to operate. The man was obviously in pain, and the crew stared at Hero dumbfounded as they watched this teenage boy expertly save their captain.

 Hero smiled, then rubbed his robotic arm. His life had changed in more ways than one that day.

 Finally finished with his check log Hero left the med-bay and made his way to the cargo bay where they stored the Mighty Light. Hero wasn't a fan of flying, but he did enjoy space travel. He was pretty happy about the mission, what bothered him the most was the pilot, Aura. He shuddered knowing what was in store for him. Hero had gotten much better at not throwing up during the random barrel rolls and flips Aura would pull off, but it still made his stomach churn. He made it to the docking bay only to see that the pilot was already going through his mandatory flight check list inside the ship. Hero boarded the ship, said Hi to Aura, then sat down in one of the designated chairs. Once seated, he gave himself a weak sedative to help him survive the inevitable flight down to the planet. Once that was over he sat back and began to relax. Waiting for the other members to show up. He hoped Giza would sit next to him. Hero was very grateful that Giza had built this special arm for him. He also thought her attractive, but he would never admit it. What really grabbed his attention were Giza's eyes. He was very curious why the way they were, but he never bothered to ask her why. It was a mystery to him, and something about it being a mystery is what intrigued him.

[Assistant]
The thrill of warp travel always got Aura exceptionally pumped for any mission, no matter how dire; as the ship eventually slowed to signal it's arrival at it's destination, Aura could feel his blood surging through his body. This is going to be fun! Once he had set the ship back into auto-pilot, patting and consoling the dashboard a few times while muttering, "I'll be back soon, you gorgeous piece of machinery," he hefted up a small bag of supplies from under the main console (he always kept one ready at his desk in case of emergency) and set course for the cargo bay.

Marvelling at the perfection that was the Mighty Light for a few moments, he quickly shook himself out of his reverie before hurriedly rushing inside, chucking his bag into his designated locker. Once that was done, he got to work on his mandatory flight check list, zipping around the ship hurriedly so that he could get a hold of the controls as soon as possible. Focused on his work, he almost forgot to say hello in response to Hero as he walked past, evidently heading towards his seat. Is it just me, or did he look queasy? Probably just had a bad lunch. Or none at all.

[User]
Adrian awkwardly walked around his room wishing he had a list to check off. He scanned his room and in his head he thought "clothes, check... the end." He had payed the Mighty Light a visit earlier only to discover it was completely empty. So he went back to his room and then did, well absolutely nothing. Until he fell asleep.

"Aww what time is it?" Adrian sleepily asked. He glanced at his clock and assuming it would be early, immediately turned to go back to bed. But wait did he see that right? "I'm late!" Adrian screamed as he popped out of bed. He sprinted over to the docking bay only and almost fell into the Mighty Light only to discover an already sick looking Hero and an excited Aura just sitting there. "Well I guess I'm not gonna get the worm, but since when was I an early bird." Adrian mentioned trying to pretend he wasn't out of breath.

[Assistant]
After everyone had gotten themselves seated inside the ship, Aura made the last few checks of the engines and thrusters before setting aside his clipboard and shifting himself up into the pilot seat, spreading his hands out across the dashboard. "Buckle up, everybody," he called back, before inputting the co-ordinates for the planet of Gameia, within the Corath sector... At least, that's what the captain had told him anyway. I cannot be blamed for getting lost. Not entirely anyway.

Engaging the thrusters and activating the drive sequence, Aura turned his chair around to check that all the passengers were ready, giving them two thumbs up before spinning back around. When the warp drive had heated up and was revved to go, he began pressing the various buttons, sealing the doors closed and slowly lifting the Mighty Light off the ground. With one push of the throttle, he flew the ship straight out the hangar doors, aligning towards the chosen destination before engaging warp speed, feeling the ship surge forward with incredible velocity.


[System]
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Nickname: Yuu, Dollmaker, Puppeteer
Age: 19
Gender: Female
Guild: Harpy
Rank: Mage
Personality: To sum up Yuuyami in three words: Stubborn, sane, and vulnerable.

Can be said to be a more sane person outside of her work, quite often looking at the antics of others with amusement, but withholding from joining in the mess. Of course, if someone intentionally drags her into the mess, that would be a different story.

Whenever making a decision, if she chooses one way and someone chooses another, Yuuyami will not change her mind, even when knowing her decision was the worse of the two choices.

Her views when it comes to medical attention also pulls from this stubbornness, but possibly in a good way. It does not matter if the patient is her rival or friend. As long as they aren't directly hostile, she will treat them without discrimination.

However, all this completely changes the moment someone touches her tail. It's enough to prevent her from even thinking straight. Continuous touches basically makes her putty in their hands, accepting whatever they declare.
History: Though Yuuyami doesn't exactly care to remember too much of her history anymore, she does remember certain important events that have occurred throughout her life. Eve since learning that she was capable of casting Living magic, she has always been fascinated by the thought of creating a living person. at first this started with creation of wooden and sometimes metal puppets, before being moved with string. This was a practice to become accustom to dealing with joints and angle of movement.

Afterwards, she had started attempting to build a puppet without the need to utilize strings. While she technically did create an self-moving doll, it wasn't exactly what she wanted. It didn't exactly have the characteristics of a living being. However, her research and work were deemed as some sort of blasphemy, and her family ended up taking the brunt of the hunt.Her parents were killed, and her sister would have been too, if Yuuyami hadn't used her magic on her sister's own body. The heart might have been dead, but the brain had not ceased to function. After running to a different city, Yuuyami had continued to research, albeit cautiously.

If was here that she had met with Shinrei, who had picked up the trails from the previous city, and found Yuuyami. Instead of turning her in, the woman promised to keep quiet on one condition. Attempt to recreate the event with 'reviving' her sister. Luckily, it had worked, and Yuuyami now included the woman in her 'collection'.

It is not exactly known what happened afterwards, but Yuuyami had accidentally 'revived' Kurenai'. Although Shinrei seems to know what happened, and why it happened, however she hasn't said told anyone how Kurenai happened to be there.
Magic: Living Magic and Requip
By utilizing Living Magic, Yuuyami is capable of creating puppets. This, combined with Requip, allows her to bring in any puppets she has prepared, along with the Coiled Cables. By combining the used of the strings along with the puppets, Yuuyi can generally set up a hard to breach defensive position. However, if one cuts the strings between Yuuyami and her puppets, it effectively stops the puppet(s) from moving. Even just severing half of the strings causes the puppet to be unable to move correctly/at all. The only except to this is the Ouka Set.

However, don't think that without her puppets, Yuuyami is useless. With the strings, she can set up a dangerous trap, with the thin wires laid out carefully to cut anyone who unknowingly walks into them. At other times it can be multiple wires coiled together, then wrapped underneath around Yuuyami's body, acting as armor. The possibilities may be endless. Except weaponry. You can't exactly form swords out of piano wires.

Unfortunately, she can't exactly hurt someone by hitting them. The strength of her physical strikes can be laughed at.
Other:
-It is current being debated whether Shinrei is older than Suki. Real age VS Creation date.
-The Seraphs have no hands. Don't ask for hugs :3
-Creation of the Ouka Set is extremely odd. One is due to the inability to let go, another a complete accident, and yet another is someone else pushing their luck.
-Her goal isn't necromancy. It's the creation of a completely new person. She only counts the Ouka Set as 'success', since they retain their freedom.
-It's rumored that Komakai is made from ---------- parts, and the parts are from different ------ here and there :3
Coiled Cables, a set of rings that have a coil inside them. Allows the user to utilize the strings without accidentally cutting their own fingers.
Nyano, a rather odd item. It is actually a biological tail that is attached to Yuuyami, due to an experiment on the nerves within the body. The tail has a high amount of nerve endings, and is extremely sensitive to touch, hence the reason why she doesn't attempt to remove it.

Suki Enkou, a puppet that looks to be at the age of a young teenager, and also the biological sister of Yuuyami. She still retains her personality, habits, and her Fire magic from her life. Soft spoken and extremely shy, especially around anyone taller than her. Just glaring at her may cause her to hide behind her sister's back. However, you can somewhat lure her out using sweets or juice. Nicknamed 'Rose of the Flames'.

Shinrei Kisaki, a rather eccentric individual, she had volunteered herself to become Yuuyami's puppet, despite the latter's objections and warnings. The same method that had been used on Suki was also successful on Shinrei, with her retaining all of her memories and abilities. She is capable of Shadow Magic, although it is rarely ever seen. Her eccentric behavior, along with her untold past has definitely mystified just about all those who have interacted with Shinrei. Asking her a question can earn you a philosophical answer that creates even more questions. Currently titled 'Orchid of the Darkness', although during her lifetime she was known as 'Ethereal Queen'.

Kurenai Ushio was a complete accident, plain and simple. Yuuyami had casted Living Magic on Kurenai, a recently dead person. The former had casted it as an experiment on a hand sized doll on hand, and mistakenly hit the latter. Unfortunately, Kureni seems to have suffered amnesia, only remembering her name, and her sword skills. An extremely serious and hard worker, she acts as the motivator, trying to keep others from becoming too lax in their actions. Currently titled 'Lily of the Wind', after her skill with the sword.

Komakai Ryuuseigun, the final puppet out of the Ouka trio, and also the youngest. Can be counted as Yuuyami's most successful puppet, as she wasn't created from a very recently deceased person. Not exactly. Though the details are kept behind closed mouths, it is somewhat disclosed that Komakai is technically also unfinished. She doesn't have a sense of taste. She also seems to have a rather basic personality, generally staring off into space unless talked too, having no desires nor dislikes of her own. It has been hinted that the puppet is learning, and starting to develop mentally. She also can't fight, and doesn't have a nickname.

Squishy, a rather odd puppet. It is unknown what material they are made out off, but they do seem to hop and roll around without a problem. Named for the sound that they make when they find something, one has to point them in the general direction you want to search, and let go. They will roll forward, bounce over any obstacle, drop down any depth, until either they hit a wall, find a labelled object/person, or die. That's when they will explode. Depending on what was loaded inside, one can find themselves having needles embedded into their skins, to having whip cream coating them. If they were not given any instructions, they will mill about.

Cherub, is a general, all-purpose puppet. Generally made out of a mix of wood and metal, these puppets have numerous hidden tools that can be flipped out. These tools can range from cleaning brushes to daggers. They also have a self destruct mechanism inside. Requires two strings minimum, ten strings maximum. The strings are connected directly to the corresponding limbs, unlike Seraph.

Seraph, a puppet with the sole purpose of combat. It is made of interlocking blades and metallic parts that when completely connected, forms a massive broadsword edged with spikes. When opened, it forms a metallic humanoid shape, with single edged swords for limbs, and a spiky but rectangular body. The spikes can be launched outwards with a strand of wire attached to it. That wire connects back to the puppet, before entwining with the rest of the wires, and leading out the back of the puppet to Yuuyami's rings as a single, sturdy cable. It takes five strings to operate a single Seraph minimum, but can be upped to ten.

[User]
Revan

Revan sighed as the Fire Dragon Slayer reacted, he was tired and didn't want to have to deal with this. He moved quickly standing behind Sable, his hand out and one of his rings leaking a large amount of dark energy. "Infernal Arm of he who can stop the movement of the gods, I call upon the Ring of Sloth."

The dark energy leaking from his ring condensed around his hand, until they replaced the ring they came from with another ring, this one a lot more stylized than the other plain black bands. Suddenly, a ring of black surrounded Sable, and it seemed to drain all of his energy, rage, and motivation to do anything.

"Now then, stay down for a few minutes and rethink your attitude. Your only going to get your guild in more trouble like that."

[Assistant]
Sable Rhodroth - THE WRETCHED ONE

He narrowed his eyes as his flames split between a brilliant white shield and smashed into the guild doors, sending them barreling out. He let out a sharp tsk, leaned back, and raised a brow.

"Out of the way, girl. You can't last too long against me, you're magic isn't meant for it!" he shouted, raising his hands up in the air and beginning to summon a carriage-size ball of fire. He gripped hold of it and smiled, they'd learned how Vyper operated soon enough, this was all part of the fun.

When he sensed someone coming up behind him, he raised his flames over his back and tried to push them back. "I'm not like my predecessor, I'm stronger than Natsu!" he declared with confidence.

But even that didn't halt what was happening to him. Like some soul sucking wraith feeding on him, he felt himself slipping. His emotions, ambitions, rage. Everything that made him him was leaking away. Slowly his flames dwindled to small embers, and sparse tongues that lingered on the wooden floors. He kept himself from falling on his stomach with his elbows, frustrated groans leaving his clenched teeth.

"The fuck is happening?" he questioned.

The fiery pool in his guts was bubbling and even he was beginning to think it was unbeatable. He lowered even further but maintained his defiant glare. The one thing that he was known for was his recklessness and that was all. He fought through the overbearing magic that drained his emotions but failed. Before he knew it, he was angrily and weakly struggling to his feet. Though without the motivation or energy, he could only stumble towards the shield and lean on it, fist banging against it in straight jabs. He tried to summon his fire but it wouldn't come.

"That's some fancy magic you got there, jackass. Next time," he uttered, looking over his shoulder at his lethargic enemy. "I'll kill ya." Then he sunk against the front of the shield and fell unconscious, a soft and gentle expression on his otherwise noble face.

[User]
Cynthia

Cynthia watched Revan's magic take effect, making sure it would hold before she let her shield collapse. Sinking to her knees, she sighed heavily as the tension in her body melted away, gone with the shield. She reached up to wipe sweat off her face and her fingers brushed the white feathers that had started showing themselves on the sides of her head. She quickly jerked her hand away, covering her face and trying not to break out in tears. "I hate this." She whispered to herself.

Standing up and brushing the dust off her knees, she approached the edge of the Sloth barrier that held Sable and pulled a piece of magic chalk from her pocket. Kneeling down, she began to write in a circle just outside the range of the magic, moving around until she had completely closed the circle. Once it was done, the spell energized and a barrier of magic letters rose from the ground.

The person held within this circle may not leave until they agree not to attack members of Vyper Bolt or Harpy's Wing.

[Assistant]
Revan- Amused

"Better and stronger people than you have tried that, but hey, maybe you'll be the one." Revan chuckled, before he dispelled his magic, letting Cynthia take care of handling this guy. "Man, how does Nathan deal with this guy. Is it customary in this guild to attack your S-class mages when they return from a mission, cause if so I'm renting an apartment once we're done dealing with the council's bullshit." Revan asked the dark-haired mage that the Dragon Slayer had been talking to. He then remembered that a councilmen was in their presence at the moment, "No offense Cobra, but you guys are kinda full of it some times."

Aiden

When Sable exploded at the dark-haired mage, Aiden had been about to charge at the reckless idiot(didn't he remember they were supposed to be going on a fucking mission!) when Cynthia made a shield to protect them all from thrown tables. When she but it down, he noticed her covering something that seemed to form around head. 'Feathers?' Aiden was about to ask about them, but his focus quickly shifted back to Sable as he noticed the dragon slayer actually stopping his attack, a ring of black seeming to surround him. Aiden had no idea what that was, but decided t stay away from it if it was able to knock out Sable the way it did. He watched as Cynthia use some magic around the circle, which seemed to be another type of binding magic, and moaned as he saw the requirements to get out.

"Fuck, we had a mission to do, and now we're going to be stuck here forever. God dammit, Sable, can't you keep out of a fight for 5 seconds." Aiden cursed, before walking back over to his previous seat and picked up the supplies he had gotten for the trip and sat down near the circle, glaring at the unconscious mage.


[System]
Age: 19
Deck Theme: Spellsword
Summon Method: XYZ/Phase Shift
Ace Monster: Spellsword of World's End

Information: Unknown, one day he woke up with no memory of who he was before then, only the name Xavier Starfall

Features: He has Spiky Silver hair that falls down his neck much like this  He has a thin build without much muscle on it. he wears a Black t-shirt and a Red and black vest over it with black skinny jeans for pants.

[User]
"Alright my next opponent!" Moros said eagerly ready to get his next duel started. This should be a lot of fun. He stepped up and activated his duel disk, "Alright let's duel!"

Turn 1
Moros 4000 Cards 5
Keio 4000 Cards 5

Keio walked up to the dueling area and drew his first hand. "I'll summon Dark Blade in attack position and end my turn." He said with little enthusiasm.

Turn 2
Moros 4000 Cards 6
Keio 4000 Cards 4 -> 1 monster

"Hmmm," Moros said speculatively as he examined his hand, well this could get bad pretty quick, but hey visa versa right? "I'll Set one monster and one facedown and end my turn." Moros said, he was excited to see how exactly this duel would turn out.

Turn 3
Moros 4000 cards 4 -> 1 set monster, 1 spell/trap
Keio 4000 cards 5 -> 1 monster

"Alright this is getting to be a slow match." Keio said. "I summon my Mystic Swordsman LV 2 in attack position. I'll have him attack your monster with Mystic Slice."

"Aw" Moros said disappointed as his monster was destroyed the mystical energy clashing briefly with the facedown card. A robed skeleton appeared for the briefest of moments before shattering and going to the graveyard.

"Now I'll have Dark Blade attack directly with Darkness Slash." Keio said still looking uninterested.

 "Ouchy." Moros said again standing his ground as the dark attack slammed into him dealing 1800 damage, it stung a bit but he had taken worse hits, "Well this isn't a good start." he muttered.

Moros 4000->2200

"With that I end my turn." Keio said still looking bored.

Turn 4
Moros 2200 Cards 5 -> 1 spell/trap
Keio 4000 Cards 4 -> two monsters

"Ah finally," Moros said relieved as he drew his next card. "I'll summon the Lady in Wight in defense mode." An old skeleton wearing a brown dress with an abnormally large head appeared sitting on a dark and dusty throne appeared with an impressive defense of 2200. "That should hold him for a little while, uh, I'll end my turn now." Moros said hoping that he got some good draws, with just a couple of the right cards...

Turn 5
Moros 2200 Cards 4 -> 1 monster, 1 spell/trap
Keio 4000 cards 5 -> 2 monsters

"Okay my draw and I summon the Calculator. He may not be a warrior but with his ability his attack points become 300 times all my monsters combine levels. Which gives him a force of 2400. Now Calculator strike that Lady in Wight

"Well I guess I have to keep her alive, I'll activate my trap card Fiendish Chain, now your monster's effect is negated and he can't attack either." Moros said triumphantly as chains wrapped the robot constricting it.

'Well in that case since I already summoned then I'll end my turn." Keio said still looking bored.

Turn 6
Moros 2200 Cards 5 -> 1 monster, 1 spell/trap
Keio 4000 Cards 4 -> 3 monsters, 1 spell/trap

"Ah goody, now we can make some magic happen." Moros said clearly happy at his draw. "First things first I'll activate the card One for One. I can send one Monster, Wightprince, to the Graveyard to Special Summon 1 level 1 monster from my Hand or Deck. I'll summon the King of Skull Servants." A large regal skeleton robed in purple appeared standing atop pile of skeletons and the ATK of 1000 was displayed. "It may not look like much but now Wightprince's effect; activates when he is sent to the Graveyard I can send 1 Skull Servant and 1 Lady in Wight from my Deck to the Grave." The proper cards popped out of his Deck and Moros put them in the Graveyard.

 "Now my King has an attack of 4000! And with it I'll attack your Mystic Swordsman LV2." Moros said confidently and the King raised his hands summoning a dark sphere accompanied by the cackling noises of the monsters in the grave, "Revenge Blast!" Moros cried out and the King pushed his hand forward the darkness crossing the battlefield and exploding in the form of a gaint skull in front of the magical swordsman destroying it and the remainder of the blast flew past dealing 3100 damage, Moros winced a little, a hit of 3100 was pretty severe, Keio would probally feel it for a while. Lets see him look bored now Moros thought confidently, "With that I'll end my turn."

 Keio 4000-> 900

Turn 7
Moros 2200 Cards 3 -> 2 monsters, 1 spell/trap
Keio 900 Cards 5 -> 2 monsters

Keio drew again still looked a bit bored. "Since my Calculator is just in the way i am going to sacrifice him to summon Freed the Matchless General in attack position. I'll switch Dark Blade to defense mode and I'll equip Freed with Synchro Boost. Now he gains 500 attack positions and 1 level increase. Now Freed attack Lady in Wight with Matchless Blade. Oh and I set one card before I end my turn." Keio said still looking really relaxed.

Turn 8
Moros 2200 Cards 4 -> 1 monster
Keio 900 Cards 2 -> 2 monsters 1 spell, 1 spell/trap

Moros grinned; destroying zombie monsters was basically pointless because of how easy it was to bring them back. Keio may look confident now but that would change real quick. Obviously he thought his facedown would be enough to protect him. "Well I'll open up with the spell card Book of Life; this allows me to Special Summon one Zombie monster from my Grave and banish one monster for yours. I'll Special Summon Lady In Wight back to the field and banish The Calculator. Now let's see if we can't end this duel King of Skull Servants use Revenge Blast to destroy Freed the Matchless General!"

'I activate my trap Draining Shield, now I can negate your King's attack and add that damage to my life point.' Keio said triumphantly.

Moros grinned, it always went this way, it's like they thought Lady In Wight was on the field for no reason, the shadowy energy of the King's attack blasted through the device that attempted to block his attack, shattering it, and slammed into the enemy general, "Lady In Wight's effect activates, while she is face-up on the field level 3 or lower zombie monsters can't be affected by spell or trap cards, meaning your trap is worthless." The dark energy exploded the skull blast annihilating Freed and the last of Keio's LP. No general could calculate for the forces of the undead.

Keio 900->0

Victor Moros.

Duel End

Keio with a bored look still on his face left the arena. "Good luck in the finals." Keio shouted as he walked away.

Moros frowned as Keio left, what was the point of dueling like that? It was like he wasn't even trying to enjoy the game until he activated his trap card. But right after he had just dropped back to that "I don't care" look of his. Oh well, some people just didn't enjoy dueling as much as he did. Shurgging Moros replied "Thanks, fun duel!" before he went back to his seat and eagerly waited for the next match to begin.

[Assistant]
"The park again?" asked Jin, frowning at his friend. "You always come here whenever you're feeling down. Yuji sat down on one of the nearby benches, then began looking at the sky. Doing so always seemed to calm his spirits a little. "Shut up already, I'm not feeling down," he said closing his eyes, while feeling the nice breeze, blowing at his face. "You're thinking about him again huh?" asked Jin, sitting next to him. "You know, you shouldn't blame him."

Yuji slowly opened his eyes, now watching the clouds. "Why is life like this?" asked Yuji, looking at a confused Jin. "Why is life like, what?" responded Jin, not understanding. "Life is boring. No one's interesting to me. Every time I duel, I always win without a challenge. Dueling is so boring," said Yuji, with a depressed sound in his voice. "You know, you can always watch others duel. Maybe then you'll be able to tell who's worth dueling, or you could always duel me," said Jin with a smile on his face. "I've dueled you enough as it is, I'm sick of dueling you," responded Yuji, looking away from Jin. Jin laughed a little, then joined him in watching the sky. "You know, there's a duel tournament going on right now," said Jin. "Maybe we should go check it out. Who knows, maybe you'll find that special opponent, you're looking for."

Yuji didn't really care about the tournament, but he saw how much Jin was trying to give dueling a meaning to him, so he decided to give in. As much as he tried to deny it, Jin was his only friend. "Whatever," responded Yuji, standing up from the bench, preparing to follow Jin to this Tournament. As soon as he rose from the bench, he and Jin heard a huge scream, that was so loud that it hurt their ears. "Noooo!!!" screamed the voice of, what sounded like a girl's. Both Jin and Yuji looked around, trying to find where the scream was coming from, also noticing others in the park holding their ears as well, showing that, they also heard the screams. The instant the screams ended the earth began to shake, shaking everyone to the ground. The sky became distorted, changing the color of the blue sky to a black and purple one.

"What the hell is going on!?" yelled Jin, while the both of them tried to gain there composer. All of a sudden blinding light appeared in the sky. The light condensed in a huge ball then dispersed into smaller balls of light, shooting off into different directions. One of the balls of light fell towards Jin and Yuji. When the light hit the ground in front of them, it didn't cause an explosion, but revealed a young girl, in a black cloak, covered in light. The girl appeared to be in a slumber, while floating in the air. She began dropping slowly, as the earthquake began dying down. Jin and Yuji watch on as the girl shrouded light, landed gently, on the ground, the light covering her, suddenly fading away.

[User]
"GAHHH!" I cried out as I jolted awake, I looked around realizing that everything here was foreign, from my surroundings down to my own appearance. There was a card shop nearby that seemed to have a lot of guests. I got up and decided to walk in and see if anybody could recall what I was doing before I lost my memory. As I walked in I tried my hardest to remember SOMETHING, ANYTHING about my life. All that came to mind was Xavier Starfall and Azure Flame. I figures that the former must be my name, and the latter must be a card in my deck or something. Stoping to watch the tournament within the card shop, which was being carried out by Duel Academy Students, I rifled through my deck, 1, 2, 3, 4 times but could not find any monsters with "Azure Flame" in their names. One card stood out from the rest though.

Spellsword Of World's End
Atk: 0
Def: 2000
[Spellcaster/Phase Shift/Effect]
Phase a/b monsters who's levels equal 8
When this card is summoned, remove one Phase Unit and enter the corresponding phase.
Phase A (CHARGING PHASE): This monster cannot be targeted by card effects or destroyed by battle, during any battles involving this defense position monster and a monster with greater atk than this card's defense, inflict the difference as piercing damage. Once per turn: you can place 5 Mana Counters on this card and move all Mana Counters on the field to this card.
Phase B (DESTRUCTION PHASE): This monster cannot be in defense position, if it is change it to attack position. this monsters Atk and Def become ?. This card's attack and defense become equal to the number of Mana Counters on it x300. Once per turn: remove any number of Mana Counters from this monster; Add Spell Cards from your banished pile equal to the number of Mana Counters you removed, then recalculate the ATK of this card.

Something about that card felt special, like it was made to serve a specific purpose, but I couldn't quite put my finger on it. Anyway, I'd better ask around to see if anybody knows me, I thought and approached a random spectator who looked as if he had already lost and said, "Excuse me, have you met me before?"

[Assistant] "I'm afraid I have not seen you before stranger." Keio said as he walked some odd duelist. He looked as if he had been through some kind of ordeal. "Do you have some sort of name?"


[System]
"Come now, we're only outnumbered ten to one. I'd say the odds are in our favor!"

Sprite:
Nicknames/Title:

Gender: Male

Marital Status: Single.

Age: 25

Sexuality: Straight

Family Ties:
Petros Argyris - Uncle / Only living family member not associated with Mustaf's treachery and subsequently current head of the household.
Carmela Argyris - Mother / Former Lady of the house / Currently serving a prison sentence for her actions in the war with her husband.
Gavriil Argyris - Father /Former Head of the Argyris family/Former advisor to Emperor Mustaf/Believed to have died during the war.

Class: Mage

Weapon Mastery(ies): Tomes

Inventory: Arcwind
 Arcfire
 Arcthunder

Personality:
 Tybalt is a flirtatious scoundrel, a free spirit with a swagger about him. He is bold, gallant, and practically exuding charisma. Unusually outgoing and sociable for a mage, he never passes up on a potential adventure or an experience and will jump at the opportunity to try something new. With a never say die attitude about life and carefree machismo to his actions, he possesses a sharp wit and a silver tongue that makes him extremely charming, though it can occasionally come off as insulting. Heroic and daring, Tybalt is quick to deliver a quip and a smile to brighten even the most somber of situations, making it easy to see why the people of Alistaf have warmed up to him.

However, beneath this outgoing and bold personality lies a man of compassion and kindness as well as impressive tactical acumen and magical knowhow. He may not act like it, but he is a very experienced and talented mage and tactician, brilliant and knowledgeable in his craft. While he more often than not spends his time using his magic to do simple parlor tricks and goof off, he truly has a untold brilliance when the situation demands it, revealing his intellect when the situation demands it. A cunning and calculating strategist, he is more than capable of assisting his unit when the time comes, both with his mind and his magic.

Biography:
Tybalt comes from the desert town of Alistaf, he hails from a noble family of dukes disgraced by their affiliation with the former dictator Mustaf. Once the city was annexed to Jotenvarr, his family immediately fell into bad standing with the new king. Even at a young age, he was very aware that the people of Alistaf despised his family's affiliation with a monster and also expressed shame at their defeat. They were only a noble house in name, prisoners of their own city and targets of their people's hatred.

This was something Tybalt refused to stand for. He began to feel it was his responsibility to give Alistaf back a member of nobility they could respect, and a noble house they could feel pride in. He worked tirelessly to assist his people, spending days in town trying to rebuilt broken homes and defend the city from bandits. He won their respect though hard work and determination, enough so that he caught the eye of Jotenvarr's royal guard. Already Tybalt could see that this was his chance to truely redeem his family's name by coming the Royal Guard to the king, to make up for the horrors his family had done during the way. He departed for the Capital on the very same day he received the invitation, intending to give it his all and prove he can be more than just some noble.

[User]
"Mounted units? Ugh... At times like these, I wish I'd become a mage" - Pauline muttered, clearly wary of the flying units ready to assault them. Taking a long breath, she rushed to the nearest tree and climbed on it, hiding inside it branches. "The ruins, huh..." - she thought, trying to decide what do to - "I'm so lucky that my parents are historians".

A pegasus knight rushed past, shaking the branches. Clenching tightly onto the tree, Pauline grabbed a kunai. None of the mounts seem to be stopping unless they're above, aiming for someone. But then, maybe getting the ruins might be easier and the riders would probably die if they fall from such heights. Still, might be worth a go...

Pauline climbed as far as she could without revealing herself and threw a kunai above, aiming for one of the pegasi flying above. Quickly, without paying attention to whether the kunai hit or no, she jumped down. Pauline looked around the area where they stood, searching for her companions. Aha - there was one who looked quite familiar with the forerst.
"Itazu, right? It seems you know this forest well, do you want to try and get to the ru--"

As she spoke, the war cry of a wyvern came from above. Gasping, the ninja dashed aside and threw another kunai - this time aiming for the wing of the beast. Yes, a hit! Yet the gale created by the rider's dive swept her away, slamming her into the nearest tree. Groaning, Pauline got up and glanced at the Fox. "Ruins. As soon as possible. Are you with me?"

[Assistant]
Hiro Anu

Hiro felt the back of his hood rip as the axe came upon, how did this man come out of no where without the Archer noticing? However, this was not the time for questions and the Sniper rolled forward to avoid another blow if the person had decided to attack once more. Instantly, he drew his bow and took aim at the looming figure that attempted to hit him, as well as listen to the instructions that he was give. Unfortunately it was true, Hiro would not be able to take proper aim in the forest but it would also hinder the movements of the knight, given that they are paying attention to where they fly.

He fired off a shot at the left leg of the knight that attempted to hit him, planning to get him incapable of attacking before he had the chance. However, Hiro was being targeted by the a the Pegasus knights so he quickly began to run, wanting to avoid being caught by the mounted Knights. He ran towards the main group so he could have someone act as a distraction so he could do something.

"Guys, help!," Hiro called out as he ran to the main group, rolling forward and dodging a Pegasus Knight's sword swing. This was not what he imagined was going to happen on his first day of recruitment, especially with the possibility of death. Relying on instinct, he fired of a shot at the Pegasus knight that had tried to decapite him, a snap shot bound to miss. However, he did make it to the main group.


[System]
Age: 16
Gender: Male
Race: Loki Trickster Spirit
Race Information: Originating in Denmark where they once tried to portray themselves as demigods, Loki are...assholes. And that's the nicest thing that can be said about them. They are known for being completely sadistic and violent, taking pleasure in using their powers to torment other races, (usually humans) for little more than their own amusement. Luckily for everyone else, they aren't great at hiding their tracks, and have almost been wiped out. Even now, they are widely hated by just about everyone. They worship the trickster god Loki, whom they have obviously named themselves after. Many believe themselves to be his descendant.

Their powers revolve around illusions and mild mind reading. They can only access memories on the surface easily. Trying to get deeper into someone's mind forcefully is extremely painful for both sides and can even cause a stroke in extreme cases, so it is rarely done. It is possible to get deeper into a mind carefully over time, although this can take hours and even days. Using these two powers together, Loki fight using psychological warfare and scaring their opponents into submission.

Their illusions are capable of imitating some senses such as touch and taste, but they are completely incapable of causing physical harm on their own, with all the damage they can cause being in the head. If someone is capable of resisting their illusions, they are actually slightly weaker than the average human. Almost any other monster can take them down with little to no trouble. They are quite quick though, and their eyes are slightly more acute than a humans.

Appearance:
Human Form-

Their real form is humanoid shaped, however, their eyes increase in size, turn a silver colour, and their hair turns fiery red rather than the white that is so common in loki human forms. They grow by about two feet and their skin becomes ice cold to the touch. They believe their true form is blessed, and will never turn into it in front of a non-loki.

Backstory: He says very little about his backstory, although seeing as he is in a monster school, its clear that his parents are out of the picture. A Loki would rather kill their offspring rather than let them be raised by another race. Or if he shows interest in cooperating with other races. Or just if hes not good enough at illusions. Not to mention that if people realised he was a Loki, he would be completely shunned.

Bio: Leo is best described as an oddball. He has a habit of daydreaming constantly, such as in class, or even in the middle of a conversation. He also gets lost extremely easily, even in places that he has been to many times. Due to being a Loki, he stays in his human form almost constantly, and always avoids questions about what race he is. This leads most people to believe he is a magician or something. Despite being a saint compared to most loki, he still has an extremely black sense of humour, and enjoys seeing people he dislikes hurt, as well as being extremely petty at times. Apart from that though, he mostly stays away from everyone else. This has resulted in him getting a reputation for shyness, not helped by the fact he has quite a quiet voice.

[User]
@KatherinWinter @arowne97 @EurmalEye @Vulkan

The First Day of School

 The sun would be high in the sky. A clear day, one that most would enjoy. Humans would be going about their business dealing with daily life problems. From school to work, and all of the in-between. So unaware of the situation around them, as a bus was driving through town heading towards the tunnel. A bus seeming like a regular grey hound transport bus, but it's passengers are anything but ordinary. This was a bus of monsters all heading to their first day at Yokai Academy. Driven by a mysterious man in a bus driver get up, though his face would almost always be slightly shadowed with glowing eyes, only certain people would knew this man was a Nurarihyon, a yokai that can go where it wants when it wants without ever being seen. often referred as the commander of monsters.

 The bus would soon enter the tunnel and after a flash of light come out on the other side... where there was no longer paved road, a place the tunnel shouldn't of lead to. they was suddenly next to a cliff side where the ocean sprayed up. a looming forest ahead of them, the sky slightly darker even in broad daylight. The bus would stop next to a bus stop sign and the doors would open for the students to get off. They would be told to simply follow the dirt roads and follow the maps they was given to reach the school. They would be briefed on the school rules at that moment as to insure no mishaps would happen, most of the rules would be classic school rules that most had to deal with. But two major rules stood out and that was; "No revealing your true selves to anyone" and "You must remain in your human forms for your stay at the school". Their meaning as obvious as ever. The entire purpose of this school was so the students could learn to live in the human world without causing trouble.

[Assistant] Katherin didn't think of herself as a monster. Of course she didn't think of herself as a human either. She was simply a witch. She could do things that human's couldn't do. It was something that everyone in the bus could do things humans couldn't do. She couldn't wait to met the other kids. When the bus stopped she climbed out of the bus. She joined the others when they gathered to listen to the rules of the school.

[User] Mira sat on the bus watching the world pass her by as her roll a purple ball on her necklace between her fingers. She felt her tails and ears twitching under her skin. As a Kitsune in the human world she never really got to release what she prided herself on unless she was alone. She hoped this new school would be different. Once the bus stopped she got off and joined the others to listen to the rules. She looked around taking in her new surroundings.

[Assistant] Leo was half asleep when the bus stopped and was jarred awake by the other students getting up and walking off. Slowly getting to his feet, he was the last to get off, trying and failing not to yawn as the crowd gathered in wait for the rules to be explained. He kept slightly away from the others, trying to look inconspicuous while keeping an eye on the other students. He didn't know any of them, and wasn't entirely sure he wanted to. Being asleep on the bus certainly hadn't helped with that.


[System]
Age: 238

Gender: Female

Race: Dathomirian

Appearance:

[User]
CC-1313 was rubbing his temples, but he was in a combat zone, so in actuality he was rubbing the front of his helmet. It was more symbolic than anything, to express his displeasure at the new change of leadership. It was only a short while after the orders that a lone gunship arrived, dropping off its passenger. It was the Jedi that was to be his new superior. CC-1313 had only glossed over the information about the Jedi, having never thought that the Jedi themselves would become officers in the army. He did read that in times of war, the Jedi did not shy away from armor. This Jedi though, did not wear any armor. The Jedi walked over to him and introduced himself,
"You, commander CC-13? I am Jedi master Ruhk Pic, your new general. I want a status report before we join the fighting again." He requested,
CC-1313 looked around at his troops and nodded, "We have just destroyed this droid factory. My troops are currently holding position with a secure perimeter. We have 2,534 battle ready Troops out of 2,640. The remaining 106 are WIA and are being treated, we have no KIA or MIA. We have been assigned two wings of 44 Gunships each as transport and air support, and we have no armor support."

[Assistant] Ruhk Pic smiled, as much as an Ithorian could smile, "Well then commander or role is clear. Load each transport with troops, and have the pilots listen for stress points in the battle line. We will deeply either where the druids are about to break or where are forces need backup. We shift with the battlefield, a good idea no?" Ruhk began to first examine the ships, and once satisfied boarded one, "Well commander? Got rocks in your shoes our do you have tactical input?"

[User]
CC-1313 ignored the aliens' remark about rocks in his shoes. Yeah, he did have rocks in his boots, and sand. But sand and pebbles got everywhere, and they didn't bother him that much. He rubbed the chin of his helmet and nodded,
"Very well General, I'll call over the Battalion leaders to brief them on our plan. We shouldn't spread ourselves too thin." CC-1313 determined, he called over the Battalion leaders over, and in a few seconds they stood in a circle. CC-1313 explained the Generals' plan to them and they all agreed. "Alright, since we're all in agreement over this, I recommend that we deploy by Battalion." He said, looking at the Ithorian Jedi, "Each Battalion would have discretion over how many troops to deploy at a zone, as well as the ability to call for reinforcements from the other Battalions." He explained, "We'll go on your green light."

[Assistant]
"Don't follow them - they will break us apart. Hold your ground and continue firing." The air filled with dust and sand as one of the other teams of clones took out a separatist starship. Arven covered himself against the dust storm which was taking place. After it cleared, the Jedi saw that the droids were mounting another assault. "Captain!"

"General?" Captain Fox replied, he knelt down next to the Jedi.

"Take command, I'm going to help with the defense." Arven ignited his lightsaber.

"General, you shouldn't. There are thousands of droids." Fox had a tone of concern in his voice as he warned the Jedi against his plan.

"I will be alright captain. You take care of command, make sure that the men do not advance until we have a clear opening. Any questions?" Arven held onto the rails in the gunship, the wind whipped his hair and robes around him.

"You called us men."

"Pardon?" Arven was confused by the captain pointing out what the Jedi had previously stated.

"You called us men. No one has done that before, we're clones..." Captain Fox snapped back into his professional, military attitude. "Good luck general!" He saluted. And with that, Arven jumped out of the gunship.

The ground approached the Jedi quickly, but as he was about to hit it, he used the force to gently touch down. He landed near the clone troopers. "Do not advance!" Arven deflected a blaster bolt. "Defend the position!" The clones formed a line and began firing at the advancing droids. The sand and dust still filled the air. Arven deflected another few bolts. A pure white beam, originating from behind the clone lines, began slicing through the droids. The droids were in retreat. "Advance!" Arven heard his com link come to life in his ear. "Go! Go! Go!"

The troops around Arven advanced, he followed suit. Saber in hand, he ran alongside the clones, then they found the enemy. "Fire! Defend the position! Hold your ground!" Captain Fox ordered in all of their ears.

"Captain!" The Jedi called to the captain, through the com link.

"Sir?"

"I'm going to try to flank them. I'm going around."

"Alright sir! We'll cover you."


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[User]
Geoffrey raised his hands in defense, "O'course! Meant no 'arm jus' figured since ya mentioned clothin' ya'd wanna see her. I'm okay wit' not goin'... She's ... not polite to outsiders, if ya catch my drift..." Grinning when he heard Zander thunk his head on the counter and mutter something impolite he grinned more. This was going to be a glorious morning in his opinion and he LOATHED mornings. Clearing his throat and listening to nodded to Nymira's words and where the lady wished to go.

"The Blacksmith is about halfway from the town square, can't miss the billows, nor the minecart 'e uses for advertising," Geoffrey felt like he was chewing rocks as he talked without his normal slang. "Herbalist is the other way. Lives near the gate to the town we came through. Don't really know alot about 'em. If ya want, I can lead ya to da Smithie, get Mr. High and Mighty," he cast his thumb over his shoulder at Zander. "To head for the 'erbs. Unless ya want to get'em yerself. Anyroad, I'll lead da way. Me aunt's Inn I needs to stop in though, gotsa say 'ello else she'll skin me alive."

"I'm perfectly able to get herbs," Zander said rising as he smirked at Ethan's obvious hangover. "Mayhap grab a few things for my own need. I can't obviously be in top shape to always be there when needed. I see nothing against the obtaining of herbs." He was repeating himself in his annoyance with Geo, but otherwise kept his mouth shut. Following Ethan out the doorway, he tilted his head and watched Cecil drop down to them.

"Good morning, Cecil," Zander said politely... or as politely as he could be. He was slightly shocked the boy could still stand from that kind of drop. "I doubt it, Nymira wants for items to make the travel easier, and Ethan needs a new blade." He went silent after that, waiting for the others to head out. Geoffrey was in the doorway, still grinning. Flute tucked in at his waist, a grin on his face and beckoning to the two ladies of the group.

This, is going to be interesting... Zander thought darkly. He looked up into the clear sky, and let out a disgruntled sigh. Please let no one come to me for healing today...

[Assistant]
"We can go to the smith ourselves I suppose, it would make sense if we're buying the tools," Nymira said, picking up one of the utensils from the table and running her finger along the length of it, "I won't work with sub-par ores or materials, I expect to have the best we can buy here. Of course their best might still be rubbish. And letting Zander handle the herbs makes sense, he likely knows what herbs are used for certain tasks better than any of us." She knew you could chew and use the pulp of a Musen leaf to help stop bleeding, and you could use the sap from a Ulea tree in a mix with some water and honey to help bring down a fever, those were two very basic remedies her clan used. Aside from those two her herbology was very limited, almost nonexistent. That buffoon Ethan probably knew more than she did.

Ethan had correctly assumed that Cecil was up on the roof still, as he had been since late last night. He'd expected his friend to not have gone anywhere and was glad to find his expectations had been met; jumping off the roof without a care, now that wasn't expected. Covering his ears in anticipation for the thunderous crash that never came he glanced up when Cecil landed with barely more than a dull thud, blinking in surprise before sighing in relief.

"Morning Cecil! And what Zander said, plus we'll be getting some herbs or medicines," Ethan added in, gesturing over his shoulder with his thumb, "That's his job, we're heading to the blacksmith. And I think Geoffrey's aunt's house?" Or inn, or something like that. Boy was it hard to think straight with his head throbbing. Maybe while getting the herbs one of them could be something to deal with this stinking hangover. Rubbing the side of his head as though to alleviate some pain Ethan glanced back to the door, watching the others finally file out as well. Smiling at Amuné he waved before gesturing her over, crouching down to get eye level when she approached. "You going to come to the blacksmith with us? Or would you rather go see the herbalist?" He should probably do the latter come to think of it, and Nymira was quick enough to voice that thought.

"We're only getting materials and tools, I can go to the blacksmith with Cecil and Geoffrey," the Dimuran said as she glanced to the former, "If you don't mind, I'll need help carrying the materials back, it's bound to be heavy." Depending on the purity of the ore that was, it could be refined enough to be of use or she may have to chip away at it herself. "You should focus on getting better as soon as you can Ethan, otherwise we're stuck waiting on you. Go with Zander to the herbalist and get treated, the sooner you're well the sooner we can move again."

Ethan had wanted to tag along to the blacksmith, see his weapons be made by Nymira in person. He supposed she had a point on his hangover though and the best thing would be for him to get better. Not wanting to hold the others back he nodded once to the Dimuran, smiling as he looked to Amuné once more. "Well I think change of plans, I'll be getting medicine. Want to come with me? I know you're good with medicine, maybe you'll be able to help me?" Not that he doubted Zander's expertise in this regard as he was a healer, but it couldn't hurt to have a second opinion right? Ethan was convinced either way Amuné would likely come with him regardless so even asking was probably a moot point.

"And Cecil, if you're needing any repairs I may be able to help you as well," Nymira added in a low tone, giving the Machina a once over just to look, "It may be a bit crude compared to what Norman could do, but if you're metal then I can work with it. Up to you, we may find someone like him before long if you want any work done." There was a limit to what she could perform with her magic in this regard anyway, if too much was asked of her then they would find themselves sorely disappointed. Usually she was good for about half a dozen smaller items a day so something like a sword was already a big undertaking, any work Cecil needed done would be pushing it. But as she'd argued with Ethan's case having anyone at less than ideal would slow their stride, and the last thing she wanted was to be bogged down.


[System]
Age: 14

Appearance:

Power:"In fearful day, in raging night,
With strong hearts full, our souls ignite,
When all seems lost in the War of Light,
Look to the stars-- For hope burns bright!"

Hope Materialization - Mikhail can sense and transform Hope, either his hope or that of others', into energy, which in turn can be made into constructs, force-fields, anti-gravity, and heal people. Basically, a Blue Lantern Ring* without the need for a Green Lantern one.

However, this power has a big drawback. Mikhail's powers are dependent on how much hope is in the area, and his own ability to be hopeful is failing. That means that he has to depend on other people to have hope, which does not always work. Thus, psychological warfare, as well as taking out any companions or bodyguards he has, is an effective tactic against him.

*greenlantern.wikia.com/wiki/Blue_Lante..

Personality: Mikhail tries to be hopeful, he really does. But getting kindapped, deliberately traumatized until he had powers, then being sold to various private interests as a living weapon, and after that, escaping, sometimes it wears down on a person, and sometimes, it's just too much. And there is the fact that he is literally a freak, someone thrown out of the continuum that is Humanity. At the same time, the kid still has an iron-clad conviction that peace is still possible, that the bonds of sapience, aka the fact that both Human and Powered can feel love, hope, trust, and plan for the future, can still overcome even the glaring differences that now exist. Yes, it's insane, yes, it goes against cold logic. But he will still believe it, because he will not forsake a thinking being, regardless of whether they have powers or not.

"My beliefs are the last reminder I have of my parents. Everything else from them but memory has been taken away from me."

Bio: Mikhail was the son of second-generation Russian Immigrants, fans of JRR Tolkien, whose own parents had fled to America to evade debts from the Russian Mafiya (yes, that's the spelling). Thus, Mikhail was raised by both his parents and members of the local Tolkien Society, and had a childhood immersed in works of High Fantasy, as well as normal schooling, which he excelled in.

Then, one day, the Mafiya's enforcers found the little home the family were staying in, and killed Mikhail's family; just because they were a generation removed from the original debtors didn't mean that they were shielded from the wrath of Organized Crime, and Mikhail himself was taken as 'collateral' for the remaining debt, and sold to DemeterBioTech, a Corporation that was secretly experimenting on people to induce powers in them.

Knowing that trauma can induce powers, the Corporation in their secret laboratories slowly began torturing Mikhail, upping the ante every half-day. Mikhail felt miserable, hurt, but at the same time, hopeful that he would be rescued, that some hero or heroine would come to save him. And, just when the torturers were about to cap the torment by subjecting him to the 'ultimate defilement'...a group of police officers burst in and 'arrested' the torturers. This caused Mikhail to manifest his ability: Hope Materilization.

He was glad! He was safe! Wait, why were the 'police' drawing a cattle prod on him -

When he woke up, he was still in the laboratories, but in a more secure facility, one with reinforced concrete walls and kevlar padding, and he had a shock-explosive collar on his neck. And he knew this, that he hadn't actually escaped. After he was given time to weep, he was forcibly brought out, along with several other children who had manifested powers through trauma, and told that they were now property of DemeterBioTech, living weapons to be trained, bought, and sold to the highest bidder. And that was what happened, with the handlers using every psychological trick they had to keep the kids cowed and under control as they were trained to be, and used as, assassins.

Mikhail spent one year in that life, and he hated it. Not merely that, but he was only able to access his powers in the presence of other people who had hope, as he had none himself in that time. He can barely function, he can barely do anything, and he wanted to die so badly. But he didn't, because just before he decided to do that, the uprising started.

It turned out, several of the kids had managed to hack the shock collars, or just destroy them, then rebel against their captors. Mikhail, feeling hope for the first time since his rescue, joined the rebels, managing to carve a hole through the holding area they were in, and escape to the streets.

Many of them would be hunted down, or starve, or die in other ways, but Mikhail and a few of the remaining kids would find refuge in the estate of one Augusta E. Feather, a rich old woman who had the power of manipulating probability. In said estate, Mikhail and his companions would recover, and the boy would find hope again...especially as DemeterBioTech would find itself shut down by the Government.

Now, Mikhail, as the adopted son of Augusta Feather, would look at the recent news...and know that his days of fear would be returning again.

Only this time...he was ready.

Equipment: Backpack containing Pepper Spray, Food, Water, a copy of Lord of the Rings, an iPod with hopeful music, binoculars, and a swiss army knife.

[User]
Flashback

As one of Mikhail's other contingency plans, a call would appear at Vivenne's computer, encoded in a cipher that she would find it easy, but not too easy, to decode. This call would ask the hacker to meet a certain person at a top floor of an organic cafe in Seattle, for a job. She would be provided with an advance of 8 Million Dollars up front, with a promise of more to follow...

As Vivienne finishes her microwaved popcorn breakfast, she hears a familiar ping from her computer detailing a message. She quickly observes the call only to find an encrypted message. She begins to crack it, having a relatively harder time with it than normal. "Bastard seems to know what they are doing this time. Should be interesting," she says to herself as she hits the last key and decodes it. She reads it thouroughly, taking a big interest in the fee she would be promised. It sounded almost too good, but she couldn't pass up the money. "Seattle," she said to herself again, "Haven't been there in ages." She sends off a simple agreement message along with a familiar anime panda picture that is her "catchphrase" as it were. Afterwards she begins packing for the trip to Seattle.

Present Day

After arriving at the cafe, she would find the top floor empty, except for one wooden table with two chairs, one which was sat on by a fit, athletic-looking man with brown facial hair, who, if not for the ill-fitting T-shirt and jeans he wore, would have looked like a sailor. A CIA Agent chosen by Augusta E. Feather and her probability powers, but Vi wouldn't know that. Either way, the man would say:

"Hello. You must be Vivenne Devon. Nice to meet you." He then got up, and pulled out the second chair. "Anyway, I hope you don't mind, but I ordered organic espresso for the both of us, so that we can talk immidiately."

Vivienne entered the cafe, unsure of how to present herself so she went with a modest black dress and boots along with her special glasses. She noticed the man was alone in the top floor, but she didn't mind the view. If this was anything other than a business transaction, she might have been more interested in pursuing him further.

Keeping a cold face on she sits down in the offered chair, "Espesso is fine, thank you. I would like to know how exactly you have heard of me though. It's not like I go around advertising myself, so I'll imagine you were referred. Not that it matters much when money is on the line." She takes a sip of her espresso and hides the fact it tastes like sewer water.

"We've been...interested in your movements ever since Houston," the man spoke, "that was a fine job, there. Either way, we know that you're not only a Hacker, but a Powered Hacker, one with complete forgetfulness of her early years."

"Oh, don't be surprised; even in this age of powers and sophisticated technology, there is much use for normal human eyes and ears," the man's smile was genial. "Let me tell you a secret."

"A long time ago, there was a great organization, one that supported the greatest of governments. However, said government and said organization allowed the industries and conglomerates and cartels too much power, and now it is living on borrowed time. Now we wish to turn things back, and we are willing to pay any price to do so." He turned towards Vivenne.

"You want leads to find your mysterious past? You have them. You want a billion dollars? You have them. You want Seattle? It's signed over to you; that's how desperate we are."

The fact she was unaware she was being watched terrified and thrilled her. The Houston job was one of her prouder moments, but she didn't expect this, let alone ask for it. Regardless, she was excited, until the man mentioned her powers.

She was about to unleash digital hell on the man until he explained himself and told his story. It wasn't unlike anything she heard before. Corporations that grew too big for their britches and had to be brought down to planet Earth with relative speed and precision.

"Wow, you sure know a lot about me. I'm going to have to up my security, it seems." she sipped her espresso again, forgetting the fact it tasted horrible. "Exactly what is it you want me to do? I am not one to look a gift horse in the mouth when offered things like the city of Seattle, but I have to ask. I am willing to get my hands dirty, if necessary, but even I have moral standards."

"Oh, don't worry," said the man, "we no longer kill babies...much. If we do so, the Corporations will just outdo us, then make sure we get all the blame. No, what we want is something that we are sure you would enjoy."

"We want you...to start a war between the Alkaev Corporation and the Free World Group."

"That is a tall request. So, of course, it will come with a tall fee." She leaned back in her seat and folded her arms. "I expect that 8 Million you promised at the start. Once the job is done, I request 12 Million. I also want to know about the program you and your bosses used to track me so I can better work around it in the future. Can't have that going around you know, a lady needs to take care of herself."

She tapped her fingers against her arm a bit, and continued, "One last thing I require. I would like to make use of such technology to explore my...unknown past. I want the resources to be able to investigate. Even if it's for a short time, a simple lead is all I would need. Surely that is something within your power."

"First up," the CIA Man said, "agreed on all counts. However, we didn't use a program, we used a special bacterium that gave off a trace amount of radiation - nothing harmful, but enough to act as a natural tracker for anyone in possession of the appropriate device. As for exploring your unknown past, we also have a special stem-cell treatment that can repair any damage to your brain, hopefully restoring your memories."

"Fair enough, then I'll amend. That bacterium you used, I'd like to know more about it. As for the treatment, I would need 100% assurance it would work. I don't just let anyone operate on me, I'm not that sleazy. I would also like to protect myself should anyone - not you of course - wish to do harm to me via this route by rewiring my brain and making me a brainwashed drone. You understand, of course."

"All right, then," spoke the CIA Man, "you'll recieve the relevant details about the bacterium after you've signed a contract. The treatment, meanwhile, is 100% guranteed to begin the restoration of your memories, helping provide you with valuable leads. As for self-protection..." the CIA Man handed over a USB.

"Here, this contains a tape of our conversation. Load it to your computer and program it to be released if you don't answer a password and safety question that can only be answered if you're not brainwashed."

She studied the man's face and, after he made his spiel, nodded. "Fair enough." she takes the USB drive and places it in her handbag. "I believe we have a deal then. I would need to look over the contract, of course, but if everything is as it stands, we should get along swimmingly. After all, since I've been tracked, you know how dangerous I am."

[Assistant]
Breaker glanced at the other two to make sure they all hearing exactly the same thing. His first instinct was to question the boss, but the look on his boss's face said loud and clear that he was serious. Breaker spoke anyways.

"Hang on, so we three where brought here in order to find a birthday present for the CEO? With all due respect sir, I think I can speak for all of us here that we don't even know what she looks like. What makes you think we are suited for doing something like this? Am I expected to infiltrate her house to dig up information about what she likes?"

Breaker leaned forward as he spoke, his annoyance clear in his tone. This felt like some strange prank. Surely there has to be some explanation for this nonsense.


[System]
Alias: Rainer or Killer Orca

Age: 17

Race: Half human half killer whale fishamn

Position: Shipwright/Swordsman

Bounty: 500,000

Appearance:

Rainers fishman traits are his black leather like skin on his arms, legs, and back as well as his retracted dorsal fin on his back. Also when he's completely submerged in water his gills open up, his dorsal fin extends and white spots appear around his eyes that shows he's an Orca fishman.

Personality:
* Ever since he was a child Rainer has always been someone who went with the flow. If he was hungry he'd eat. If he was tired he'd sleep. And if someone dragged him into a situation he'd roll along with it.
* Rainer's biggest weakness is his simple mindedness. He's bad at creating complex plans and strategies. He acts a lot more with his heart then with his head and to him an issue is either black or white, so when he gets into grey situations he has trouble knowing what to do. This often frustrates him and makes him have a harder time thinking straight.
* Rainer is extremely shy about his fishman heritage and tries to hide it the best he can, to the point where he once disobeyed a direct order from his former captain in order to hide it, and getting punished as a result.
* Rainer loves the ocean to the point were he see's it as a sort of god and worships it. Rainer actually pities people who have eaten devil fruits, because in his eyes they have lost the greatest gift in this world, being able to enjoy swimming in the ocean.
* Likes: The Ocean and Seafood. Dislikes: Chains and being stuck on land.

Background:
* Rainer was born the child of both a female human and male fishman, however his father disappeared before his birth and his mother dying during childbirth. Living on the port town of Goton, was shunned by everyone in town because of his strange appearance, looking almost exactly like a human but with fish qualities. That coupled with his fishman strength drew a divide between him and with those of his hometown. After seeing that there was nothing keeping him in his hometown at the age of 5 he builds a raft and sets sail. He sailed for months with no direction, minimum supplies, and a boat that would break every couple days only for him to be forced to repair it. However despite 3 months of sailing with no sight of land he grew to love life off land and on the ocean.
* After those three months he finally lands at a random port town called Gemimi where the inhabitants hadn't ever seen fishman and panicked, thinking he was a monster. After fleeing from Gemimi he learns that the island had reported him to the marines for "Attacking Our Town" and that the marines had placed a bounty on him of 500,000 beri (It's low because he didn't actually hurt or kill anyone). Luckily the bounty had no picture and only described him as a "Fishman with black arms and legs. Learning this he begins to cover his arms and legs with plate mail as well as his neck with goggles in order to hide the fact that he's a fishman from humans.
* Now, he goes from port to port working odd jobs and learning a variety of skills, although the two skills he had a knack for were ship repairs and swordsmanship. While travelling and working odd jobs (Mostly ship repairs), he wanders the seas with no real direction, only knowing that he wants to be able to sail the seas he loves a free man.

Abilities:
* Shipwright - Rainer has the ability to repair most any ships and is able to at least do an emergency repair well enough for a boat to be able to float without any problems.
* Blacksmith - On one of Rainers odd jobs, he learned the art of blacksmithing.
* Fast Learner - Rainer has always had a knack for learning things fast, from learning carpentry to learning how to sail.
* Physical Strength - Being part fishman gives him naturally enhanced strength, although not as great as a full fishman strength.
* Great Reflexes - Rainer is very quick to react to things, and that transfers to fighting. His reflexes are great enough to dodge bullets, if only barely.
* Perfect swimmer - Being part fishman gives him incredible underwater swimming ability. Being able to swim as fast as he can run if not faster and even fight with his sword underwater without any difficulty. He can breath underwater and swim 50 mph.
* Sonar - Like a real Killer Whale, Rainer can use sonar underwater as well as hum a low pitch sound that can disorient enemies.
* Fishman Mode! - Just like other fishman, Rainer becomes much stronger when he is underwater. This is shown when his fishman qualities become more visible when under water, from both his dorsal fin opening and white spots appearing around his eyes. Because of the increased traits Rainer calls this "Fishman Mode!"

Weapons:
* Tansui - The first working katana made by Rainer. The only unique characteristics of it are it's dark blue handle wrappings and blue sheath.
* Metal Gauntlets and Grieves - Metal armor strapped to Rainers legs and arms by leather straps that are hidden under his clothing. Strong enough to parry a blade and cover his whole arms and legs, effectively hiding his fishman features.
* Work Goggles - Just a pair of dark tinted white goggles that Rainer wears when he works on ships as well as when he swims. The reason he wears them when swimming is because they cover his white spots around his eyes.

Techniques:
* Ocean Rain Style - A swordsman style that relies on parrying strikes and only actually attacking once or twice with either powerful and destructive swings or precise and deadly strikes.

	+ Drizzle - A swift strike downwards that ultimately trades power for speed.
* Low Hum - Rainer uses his Orca abilities to create a low hum that can disorient people around him if they're in a 5 foot radius.

[User]
"Had no reason to know, my ass. Explain the last few hours. If you had at least left a fricking note we wouldn't have had to waste time raiding a worthless ship! No seriously, they barely had anything worth while!"

On closer look Musahi had several bags tied to her belt. She somehow had the time to get her hands on some poor smucks' wallets. Musashi grumbled while walking away from them. It would appear that the captain and his first mate could keep their limbs... for now...

"This was pretty much a filler part of a story... I hate filler parts of a story... I mean destroying a marine ship was fun, but I at least want something after taking out the disappointing fake..."

Musashi then realized that this would actually effect her.

"Oh, right! We just destroyed a Marine ship that means my bounty will be raised!"

The swordswoman slammed down her fist on her palm in realization. They pretty much declared they were the enemies of the Marines, by attacking, so the ones that had bounties like Musashi would get it raised, while the ones who didn't might get a bounty placed on them. For Known criminal Musashi this was badge of honor, others might not. Well either way Musashi practically shouted out it out in the earshot of the others. The swordswoman started walking down to the front in a slightly better mood when her foot hit a naked tied up man. The difference in their strength caused the bound man to be sent reeling.

"Oh, right you two."

Musashi tilted her head and put her finger on her mouth, before yelling.

"Hey Abbygail, about the two stripped Marines!? Should I cut them up or throw them over the side!?"

There was a surprising lack of a merciful option, unless throwing them over the side meant with their clothes and unbound, but Musashi didn't seem so merciful.

[Assistant]
Saki cussed under her breath, realizing she'd been heard. Deciding it was safer to just reveal herself, she called out. "I'm coming out, don't attack." She put her arms up first to show she was unarmed as she climbed out of the barrel.

Kyy sighs. "They're right. Whether we like it or not, our first priority should be getting away from here. We can worry about them later."

[User]
Rainer sweatdropped at Abbygails comment. "Usually when I'm stressed I just work on a project or go for a swim, but yeah, raining explosives sounds like a good stress reliever." He said as he took a moment to assess the situation.

This wasn't like usual when he was just fighting random pirates or nobody bounty hunters after the "Black Limbed Fishman" who accidentally found him. No, these were the MARINES!! Law enforcement of the sea and most powerful organization in the world to his knowledge. What's worse is that if they recognized him he wouldn't be an anonymous fishman anymore but an ACTUAL wanted criminal. Ugh, having an anonymous bounty was bad enough, having to cover up his whole body all the time was already annoying.

"Maybe after this I can just become a hermit." He mumbled depressed as he moved closer to the edge of the ship, ready to jump off if any of Janet's spears got a little too close for comfort.

[Assistant]
Janet
Janet stuffed her remaining spears back into her backpack. A person like her wouldn't understand what that man was talking about, but she've gotten the fact that they weren't traitors, in a way.

"Filler? Story?" The tone of speech from that red-eyed girl was too refined and perculiar for a mere pirate. It was the same familiar demeanor of speech that she'd often heard as a child. "Fancy you wasting your time under those boring storybooks, 'High Lady' Musashi."

Janet finished her sentence with a sarcastic sneer. The corner of her eye caught sight of Saki, "Wait... you're that girl from the Marine Ship..."

[User]
"Hold on. Hold on." Abbygail said, making wait a minute gestures with her hands. "Let's not just go cutting people up all willie-nillie. I mean, it's one thing to kill them if they're trying to poke you with their swords, or pencils, or anything else that doesn't belong inside the body, but it's one thing completely different to just stab them while they're naked, and tied up, and their eyes are so wide with fright, they're this close to popping out of their skulls like a pair of rats jumping ship. Swordsman's pride, and all that, I'm assuming." She put her hands on her hips and turned to look at the marines. The men were nervous but hopefully nervous. "We'll get near something, an island with people, or without, probably, and throw them on a life boat."

Lion
"Sure, you can do it that way." The purple haired girl said with a smirk. "But after downing a marine ship, the bounty is going to be pretty high. There's not a place in the world you'll be able to stay without one money grubber or another who'll throw you to the wolves for a piece of you oh so sweet pie." At that, Abbygail shuddered. "Forget that last part. It doesn't work with me." She shrugged. "Well at least nobody can accusing me of not trying."

Right! Right!" Mark said, clasping his hands together. "I'm glad we're all in agreement then. I'm going to hurry on over to the wheel, and angel us somewhere further away from the nearest marine bases, and hopefully we'll be able to get some distance before the marines start looking for us." He nodded happily, paused and when there wasn't a response, turned to his first mate. "As for you, make yourself useful and go get dinner started. I'm sure our pirate friends are hungry now, after destroying a marine ship." He didn't wait for a word before turning and walking away, with Tim, his second mate, pausing just long enough to look at the group and then going down towards the kitchen.

"I'm not going to attack." Abbygail sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose after the newcomer's hands raised out of the barrel. "I am going to question you though. So get ready for that."

Abbygail arched an eyebrow at Janet. "A friend of yours?" She cocked her head in the direction of the newcomer.

"Ladies and gentlemen." Mark's voice rang out from the intercom. "It looks like the marines were a bit faster than I figured they'd be as there seems to be some of ships heading our way. Now, I'm not sure if they're here for us or just responding to the distress call, but I think it would be best for all of you to get below deck. Get some grub in the kitchen or just hang out in your rooms till it's clear. Whatever you do, just don't poke your heads out, because I have no desire to get my head chopped off with the lot of yous!"

[Assistant]
"I was only joking, about the cutting them up part anyway."

Musashi said with a shrug and a wry simile. Though that was cut off short by Janet's mockery. There was just a moment where time froze for Musashi, though she quickly played it off using her years of experience as a criminal known as a murder hobo.

"Aw, thanks for the compliment Janet! Want me to read you a bed time story?"

Musashi teased as she went and looked through some barrels. Lifting the tops up before finding a few empty ones. She walked over to the Marines before shoving a cloth in their mouths then tying a rope around their mouths, gagging them in a scene that was probably from quite a few men and Abbygail's fantasies, which immediately shattered by Musashi violently shoving them into the empty barrels in a reversal of Pop-up Pirates. Pop in Marines! She finished off by sealing the tops and calling it a day. Though she shouted to Rainer.

"Come on only one in five of bounty hunters and Marines are worth worrying over! Though you could get unlucky and meet an admiral! That would suck!"

She grinned as she looked over and saw the newcomers, leaning over Abbygail's shoulder.

"Well, who do we have here?"