[System]
~Maribel~

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Age: Unknown, physically appears 14
Gender: Female
Race: Vampire
Class: Scout

Personality:
Despite Maribel childish exterior, it is most unwise to treat her as such. Mainly because calling her one will resort in a swift and biting retort. She indeed be several centuries old, but she certainly doesn't act her age. Thankfully, she only acts out of line to those who treat her as a child first and a vampire second.

Otherwise, Maribel is a kind soul that hopes for only the best towards her companions and the people around her. Yes, compassion is even spared to those who greatly annoy her, though she may have trouble expressing it. She tries not to hold a grudge over others, knowing that with long age comes further misfortune and so treats matters as lighthearted as she can.

Rumor has it though one can actually appease her by bringing her to sate her displeasure at an individual. Of course, none of these rumors have either been disproven or verified, since she's more often seen consuming small pints of blood than sugary treats.

Background:
Not much is really known about Maribel's history or origin. She can vouch for herself that she often forgets how exactly she was brought up into this world. Whether this is due to some misguided amnesia or if she is simply that old has yet to be seen, though it's doubtful the latter is the truth.

Even so, Maribel spends her days traveling the land on her own, stopping by several towns and helping out weary travelers who look like they're in need. Recently however, rumors have abounded about the return of certain dark lords and an undead army. Being notified as that "one vampire who doesn't go around eating everyone", she was summoned forth by the ruler of Sa'Renak. Thus, a new journey begins.

Powers:
Maribel possesses no special powers other than that given to her by her vampiric nature. Such abilities include heightened strength, speed, stamina, and senses compared to that of a human. Furthermore, she has a slight regenerative factor that is most effective in the cover of darkness. Other than that, she has no inherited merit of power.

Weapons:
Nothing but her razor sharp claws.

[User]
After a long and arduous journey, The Smiling Wind's caravan set up camp just outside the eastern gates of Alo'Quin. Three of the four travelers hovered around their modest cart, each giving the other much needed space after being cooped up in tight quarters. An hour after everyone had settled in, Iko, the dancing fox woman, returned from her hunt. She carried a bucket of blood in one hand, which belonged to the hare she grasped with the other.

"Well done!" Said Yania, the troupe's elvish singing actress. She set down her cup of mead and rolled over to greet her dear friend, staring excitedly at Iko's hunt. "That'll go well with the seasoned yams and gold taters we picked up at the Orchid Market."

Iko nodded. "It's not quite the parting feast I wanted to give Zahir, but the company is where it counts, eh?" She flashed her white fangs into a smile.

"Speaking of which, where is the lad?" A dwarf appeared from the other side of the cart. It was Ironshard, acoustic musician and special effects wizard. His long brown hair and beard were meticulously braided, no doubt the work of Iko and Yania.

Yania shrugged. "He wandered off with Chuvalo. Said he'd be back." Ironshard frowned, but not because of Zahir's disappearance.

"Either drink the Ruby Ale I brewed, or hand it over to someone who appreciates its craftsmanship! We're low on resources making this unexpected trip to Alo'Quin as is." Ironshard snarled, pointing at the cup Yania had been nursing for the past hour. Yania growled, engaging in what would be her 22nd argument with the dwarf for the day. Iko laughed as she trotted toward the campfire. Without warning, a powerful scent stopped her in her tracks. Iko stuck her nose in the air and gave two sniffs, then let the hare drop onto the grassy floor.

"What is it?" Ironshard said, startled at Iko's behavior. Yania looked over, showing concern as well. The fox looked back at them both with a devious smile that sent chills down their spines.

"Boar..."

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Zahir Kadmizahri smiled at last nights farewell feast with The Smiling Wind, cherishing the look on their faces as he dragged in a succulent boar on the back of his white-coated llama. The meat was roasted with a tinge of honey and spiced seasoning, washed down with Ironshard's tasty Ruby Ale. After the meal settled warmly in their bellies, and the ale kept their spirits rambunctious, they performed one more time as a quartet, singing and dancing to their heart's content. Their audience? the woodland animals and insects of the night. They filled every bush and tree branch in site, watching with zipping curiosity at these peculiar characters.

His thoughts wandered off to the late hour, when Ironshard and Yania were off asleep and it was just him and the beautiful fox...

Zahir clutched the aqua blue scarf around his neck, drawing it close to smell Iko's haunted scent of lilac and sunflowers. In his trouser pockets is a folded letter from Iko, one he can only open if his ears came across "their favorite song." His ears had been searching for its melody ever since. Another letter was folded in the same trouser pocket, one he opened time and time again. It was the reason why he now gathered with this group of strangers inside a tavern called The Cup and Barrel. Years of aimless travel with The Smiling Wind now seemed like a distant memory. The perilous adventure detailed by the robed man awoke something deep within the Gnome, a feeling he welcomed with much fervor in his heart. The time for song and dance is over. Now, it is a time for song, dance, and grim adventure!

The gnome swayed to and fro between the giants that lumbered about his path, whistling a joyous tune.

"Well, quite the task set before us, eh?" Zahir said aloud to no one in particular. He placed the mugs onto the table and hopped onto the closest open seat. All of the attention seemed to be focused on Merlin, so Zahir slid one of the mugs he brought over to him, clanking everyone's cups with his own. "To new friends and new enemies...May the former be the only ones sharing this toast!"

[Assistant]
Once an acceptable number of warriors, rogues, and mages had assembled, and elder man Alexei had over looked, had risen up and gave his announcement. Alexei has turned his attention just slightly, still jugging instances of his mead as he listened. Just as Lokee had briefed him, the old man, in his rather powerful tone Alexei could respect, explained of this 'Vile Cult' as a clear and present threat that has already marauded its way into the South East of Sel'Renak. After explaining his part and supplying payment for this quest, the old man shifted the focus to Merlin, a man whom may have been but a few years younger than Alexei himself in order to fully seal his cooperation with the task at hand.

One by one, he watched his eventual party members introduced themselves, allowing Alexei to observe each one carefully, analyzing how they talked and behaved and how reliable they would in a fight. Some seemed impressive while others appeared more lacking but it was the coming battle that would truly prove their worth to him. The first to approach Merlin to agree to the quest was a young-appearing girl named Maribel who didn't seem to belong in a slug-fest but by the way she spoke however hinted towards something more behind the innocent looks. There was a degree of aged wisdom Alexei could pick up and questioned if her exterior appearance was validly true. He would find out later.

The next was a woman clad in glimmering and radiant armor, who stood high and pulled her own weight; a knight from the look of it. Almost reminded him of the near-gallant soldiers of Dissidia he'd occasionally bust heads against. While it was clear she had little tolerance for Maribel for some reason, the knight who'd later introduce herself as Valentine Sel'Lei - Gods, these names... - maintained her cool and professionalism before joining the table. Clearly capable; the fight will soon tell all.

The red haired woman from earlier finally revealed herself as Raijin, the Raging Lightning. Her behavior was respectably bravado, if not over confidence. But, if the fierce oriental figure was capable of wielding that large club with ease, Alexei was sure she was reliable enough in a fight. But what of her true potential? He could feel spiritual aura around Raijin but nothing he had felt before; it was foreign and...Godly? Time will tell and hopefully with a flashy display Raijin's title would entail.

Lan approached next but if first impressions meant anything, Alexei was not impressed with the boy's stature. Lan seemed shy, very shy, and his willingness was something that could eventually come in question. However, his robes and staff and the other belongings he carried gave Alexei the impression that the young man was a mage of sorts. While a factor that was most welcomed, the druid would have a lot to prove to Alexei before earning the warrior's respect.

Then came a Gnome who openly introduced himself, minus his name of course, but with a clear evident upbeat behavior, bringing several mugs of alcohol to the table. Admittedly, Alexei could not see anything of remarkable quality from the Gnome nor anything to bring to a fight. He did find a holstered knife on the happy character but it didn't appear that great of an advantage to be had in combat...Especially with for the Gnome's small size. Alexei's observations would have to continue more with this one.

Finally, Alexei gave a silent sigh and joined his party at the table, mead still in hand, further cursing Lokee for involving him in all of this. He found himself a seat and made himself some room, minding not to bump into anyone or anything with his equipment. Though he rather not have, he joined the un-introduced Gnome in with the toast.

"Merlin, yes? I am called Alexei..." it was normally customary to also give mention to his Clan, however he believed none of the individuals gathered at the table had never been to the cold Northern lands and probably would not understand of the culture or show interest of his Clan. Then again, he knew nothing of cultures each of his future companions originated from either. "...When do we depart?"

[User]
Merlin was quite surprised when he had been named the leader of this ragtag group almost by default. He had been so caught up in his own thoughts, wondering what was in store for the bunch he hadn't noticed how many people were now surrounding him, awaiting his first move. This was pressure, he thought, he hadn't known much of it before now however this was a whole new game. The first that seemed to approach him was Maribel, the young girl whose eyes spoke of centuries of pain and suffering. She scared the gods out of him, he couldn't explain it but she terrified him more than any quarry he had ever tracked. Then there was the gleaming bucket of armor that somewhere inside contained a holy elfish woman, this, is already quite the troupe. As the others came up and made themselves and their intentions known they received their purse and awaited Merlin's instructions.

The evil was growing in force in the south east and was not taking its time moving across the land. For an army of mostly dead and derelict soldiers they had a certain swiftness about them. The port city of Woodshore was under duress, they were right in the path of these invading armies. Merlin figured this would be a way to attempt to cut off the armies progress.

Merlin stood up to address the table of his companions; "Woodshore is in need of our help, if you aren't ready to leave tonight then be ready, time is most certainly not on our side." He paused to allow his allies to start amassing a list of poultices and other miscellaneous items they may need. "Meet me at the south gate at daybreak. We will leave toward the city of Feymere, from there we will make our way to Woodshore. If anyone has any questions please feel free to ask. I will be ready to fight this great evil and am glad I have a strong group of fierce warriors and adventurers by my side. Say goodbye to any loved ones you have for this may be the last time you see them."

Merlin grabbed his mug of ale, stood up ad he downed the drink and made his way for the door, He needed to get some more caltrops and could use some fishing line as well.

[Assistant]
Maribel raised an eye, a little confused as to why this boy was scared of her. Had she done something wrong? She could easily smell Merlin's fear since it practically polluted the air with its wafting scent. Before she had a chance to inquire though, Merlin ordered for all of them to properly prepare themselves for the dawn to come.

Well that wouldn't be too hard. As a vampire, she didn't have loved ones to give farewells to and tools weren't really her standpoint in defense. She would have to stock on items of course for the good of the party, but staying any longer in this place did no good for her in the end.

"Whatever you say fearless leader," she said with a shrug, moving back to her elevated position in the high chair and waving her hand for another cup of drink. The bartender looked a little hesitant in giving her what she wanted but who could deny the beckon and call of a lady?

And so she drank more of her prim, red liquid, keeping an eye on all those around her. The holy elf woman would be a problem since her type were usually the kind to kill first and ask questions later. Everyone else was really just a slight nuisance to her and made too much noise. Except of course, the feminine looking boy and their fearless leader.


[System]
Gender: Male
Character: Cirno

Personality: Cirka knows he's the strongest. He's confident to the point of cockiness and narcissism. This can get him into trouble, especially with his naivety and lack of common sense. He's not dumb per say, just a little foolish. He's tactless and honest to a fault, and hates lying or owing things to people. He's kinda self-centered, and can hurt people without realizing. Not that he doesn't care, he's just looking inward, not out.

Powers:
* Danmaku: Cirka has the ability to generate energy bullets. Though they are weak, and don't travel very fast, they are ridiculously easy to make. Most of the time Cirka just spams the shit outta them, since he's able to make about a hundred at a time.
* Cold Manipulation: Being the ice fairy, Cirka is able to reduce the kinetic energy in atoms. This generally manifests as ice generation, though if he's feeling particularly vicious, he can freeze an enemy to death from the inside. This also means he is weak to heat, and immune to cold, and it's kinda chilly around him. Bring a coat. The range is about 6m
* The Strongest: Being The Strongest fairy, Cirka has super strength- about the top of human physical perfection. Also, one doesn't get hit with Danmaku all day and not develop a resistance, so Cirka gets a slight bonus resistance towards energy based projectiles, such as plasma or laser.
* Flight: Like all 2hu's, Cirka can fly.
* Fairy Physiology: Most fairies are weaker than humans. Even the strongest fairy is only about 4'5" and is only 3/4 as durable as your average human. Luckily, they have Accelerated Healing, so it kinda balances out.

Equipment:
* Popslice: A wooden broadsword that says "よたい" on it. It is unbreakable, even though it's made of wood.

Other:
Don't worry, he's not all pixel-y like that.

He doesn't have the other swords. Not yet, at least.

[User]
| ??? |

" Online. " I was now conscious, my mind instantly turn on as if it were a computer. Movement returned to my body, the sizzling feeling active on my muscles. It felt awkward as I tried to move my hands, not being able to see was...har- Oh. Slowly opening my eyelids I could hear my breaths and could see borders, my hand's quickly touched a...helmet? There was a leathery feeling on my hands, the transparency of the glass that was on the helmet was good enough to see what was outside. Soon the sizzling feeling faded away and I could tell that my body was floating in mid-air. I didn't even know if I was in the air and I was too cautious to take off my helmet. I padded myself, to make sure that I was in reality...' Wish this helmet was off of me... ' I said in my mind and soon after a few seconds the helmet disappeared, hair and air releasing from the enclosed space. I hyperventilated for a few seconds until I recognize that I was breathing perfectly.

I blinked, baffled at what I was seeing. " Code 98., " the voice said again, it's dull and monotoned voice was definitely familiar, a hologram appeared in front of me. I didn't know why I considered it a 'hologram' it seemed like an instinct or somewhat. The holograms wrote down multiple codes...soon enough the holograms disappeared, I was left, once again confused. After a few minutes of confusion, my eyes suddenly created outlines. The one backing away I 'fell' onto a platform. Looking down I considered it to be another hologram except it was solid, the hologram had code noticeably running through it. I stood up, looking back at the outline, the outline had wings and seemed to have the shape of a humanoid. As I stepped forward I imagined myself falling but instead the hologram followed, walking a few steps closer to the outline the hologram wasn't infinite and only expanded when I went a certain distance.

" Target seems, passive. " The monotoned voice said, I couldn't help agree with the unknown being that was speaking to me. As I got closer the outline became larger and I soon saw a blue haired boy with icicle-looking wings. Once again baffled the voice instructed me to only stay a few feet behind, " Weapons are not found, the humanoid figure...is powered. " I didn't know what the voice meant though I imagined that the figure had some sort of magical powers. As I walked around the fae-like being the outlines increased as there were about 3 or 4 beings that interacted with the fae. " Passive, stay a safe distance. " The voice told me once again, ' Alrighty ' I replied to the voice within my head.

[Assistant]
The first thing Dan noticed when he opened his eyes, other than the white and blue void was that some guy with wings and wielding a giant Popsicle stick like a sword charging at him. His first idea was for some reason to stab him to death and take the "sword'as a trophy, immediately afterwards he remembered that taking trophies was stupid. Long story short he had absolutely no idea what was going on.

While Dan was ignoring the urge to stab the fairy, someone in red pajamas or something fired a jet of water in the direction of the Popsicleblade user. Since he was not sure if that would help he tried to put his hands in front of his face to protect it. It was at this point he realized several things, namely he had only one hand, it seemed to be covered by something black and shiny and he was wearing a ring he recognized from Homestuck. These facts combined with the urge to stab someone and claim a trophy lead him to a bizarre conclusion.

"I have become a Jack Noir!?!?" Now he had to figure out which version he was, the fact that he had the ring at least limited it to the pre-scratch version but there were still three forms left even in that case. Okay actually two since the first one wouldn't have the ring. Anyway this wasn't the time to figure that out, if the waterblast didn't stop the fairy he might have to fight.

Hoping he was right so far, he reached for his chest where he should have a sword. and indeed the sword was lodged in there. "Okay, I really hope the theory about the sword is true." He pulled the black blade out of his abdomen without encountering any resistance."So far so good, that part was painless at least. "

[User]
Well, all things considered things could be worse. Things could always be worse. Say, he could be being chased by a dinosaur or have lost his pants or something. Well, considering he was pretty sure he was currently wearing a skirt, maybe it was pretty bad. Ah well...at least he could watch these other idiots fight for entertainment until he woke up from this weird dream of his. At least this would probably be over soon. He read somewhere that dreams only lasted a few minutes, actually no matter how long they seemed.

Still, something about this felt...off. Like, this was an incredibly life-like dream or something. He sat up with a small annoyed huff, crossing his legs and placing his hands on his knees while he tried to think of everything that had recently happened. Maybe this was just a weird dream given to him by those nachos he had eaten a few hours ago. After he ate those nachos, what did he do anyways?...he vaguely remembered something about the computer and a game. The memory was fuzzy at best, but he had never had a good memory to begin with. What was a little...weird was the fact that he clearly remembered Gaige from Borderlands 2 being in that game or something.

And that, is when it hit him. The mechanical arm, skirt, stockings, jacket and...uh...other assets. He looked like Gaige. Just to confirm it one more time, he reached up, pulling a strand of hear off of his head. It was red, confirming his suspicions. Just...just what in the hell was happening? On the off chance this was real, then that meant he had turned into Gaige. Which meant...these...boobs were real and that he had just pretty much turned into a girl.

...but that couldn't be, right? Really, people just didn't turn into video game characters. But if he had...then that meant Deathtrap should also be here somewhere, right? Or rather, he could summon him using his left arm. Now...how exactly was he supposed to do that? It would be a nice little test to see if he just looked like her, or also had her abilities. In the game, she made a motion with her arm to summon DT. Something...like this?

He moved his mechanical arm in the same way Gaige always did in the games. It couldn't be that simple, could it? Surprisingly enough, it was. As soon as he finished the motion, digital blue blocks appeared, quickly forming the robot. It made a mechanical sounding noise as he was summoned. The large robot hovered in place, its single eye studying the area around it emotionless, as he tried to actually wrap his head around what he had just done.

O.M.G. It was Deathtrap. Like, literally the Deathtrap from Borderlands 2. A girlish squeal escaped his lips as he went into fanboy mode. Or...fangirl mode? He wasn't entirely sure, at this point but screw that. He could summon Deathtrap. He tentatively touched it with his right hand. Yep, it was the real thing. Or at least it felt real enough for him to accept it as real. Did that mean...the others were real as well, then? He recognized link and Kirby. Maybe they were people who got caught up in this too - though they seemed like...well, most of them got to keep their bodies. Unlike him.

Well, whatever. Deathtrap. Now...what about everything else? If he was the character from Borderlands, he would need a gun. An Hyperion SMG or Pistol, specifically. Since Deathtrap looked like it had quite a few points into the Anarchy tree, he would need the accuracy stabilizers on those guns...Well, whatever. He'd figure it out later. For now, Deathtrap. How did he command this guy? Just...a verbal order or something?

Eh, whatevs. For now he would continue to sit and have DT make sure these guys didn't try anything on him-er, her?...Them? He she?...Ah whatever. Not like he would particularly care in the long run. He could just not tell these guys he was a guy at all, if it came up. Probably would be easier anyways. Eh...whatever, it seemed the fight was escalating a bit. Some wizard looking guy in a robe fired a blast of water at the fairy guy. The black guy then pulled a sword out of his chest?...ouch. What the heck, dude?

"Man..where's some popcorn when you need it. Or nachos. I could go for some nachos." She sighed. Might as well get used to using She. Probably what these guys were gonna call him anyways. Maybe she should go see Link or something. Out of everyone gathered here, he and Kirby were the only ones she recognized. Though, the fairy guy looked suspiciously liked Cirno, but she wasn't sure since she was never a big fan of those games.

[Assistant]
As the fairy boy threw himself at the enemy, he heard water flowing towards him. He flicked his head towards the commotion to see a wizard that looked suspiciously like that one guy from that one game gesturing with a staff and firing water at him. Cirka grinned devilishly as he froze the water coming at him. But it didn't stop. In fact he had now made the situation much worse. He was slammed with a big chunk of ice and flew back, dropping his sword on the way. Though he was immune to cold, he wasn't immune to mass. "Note to self. Freezing things doesn't stop them." He mumbled as he got up. He looked down his shirt to see that he had a sizable light bruise on his chest. But Cirka wasn't one to give up that easy.

The ice fairy generated tons of danmaku and threw them at the wizard in a spread pattern. Though they weren't exactly moving fast, Cirka was sure it would be enough to make him at least move or something. All he needed was an opportunity. While the wizard was preoccupied with the bullets, Cirka again charged head first at the sword wielding carapacian. To make up for his lack of a blade, Cirka covered his right fist in a block of ice. Though he was unsure if it would block Jack's blade, once he was close enough, he could try to freeze Jack himself. "Freeze Sign, -C
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 Fist!" The young man yelled while he flew to meet his opponent.


[System]
"The headphones? They're for really loud bangs."
AGE: 15
OCCUPATION:
She works various chores around her school. Assisting various teachers with whatever they need. In exchange, she is provided a stipend from the school.

APPEARANCE:
Gold eyes and blonde hair, her strange eye color is due to her high magical ability. She keeps her hair tied back into a really long ponytail. She normally uses a red bow to keep her hair up, but due to a certain teacher it was deemed "too bright", and "distracting". So she uses a plain black one during school business. She actually very much likes having long hair, but she has to keep it up so it doesn't get in the way while she's working. If she's out with friends she tends to wear it down.

She sports a thin and somewhat small frame, standing at 5' 3". As far as clothing and fashion go, she likes wearing shorts, t-shirts, hoodies, and basically anything that's not a skirt or dress. As a result, she procured herself several sets of the male Al-Revis uniform and modified them to suit her tastes. (And promptly got scolded for it.)

GIFT:
While technically she could be a wizard due to her high magically ability. The thought of pouring over books and scrolls of arcane lore bored her to no end. So, she picked a somewhat more exciting type of magic, Alchemy. Rather than cast magic like a spellcaster, the alchemist captures her own magic potential within liquids and extracts she creates, infusing chemicals with virulent power to grant her impressive skill with poisons, explosives, and all manner of magic through extracts.

SPELLS:
Alchemists are not only masters of creating mundane alchemical substances, but also of fashioning magical potion-like extracts in which they can store spell effects. In effect, an alchemist prepares her spells by mixing ingredients into a number of extracts, and then "casts" her spells by drinking, throwing, or otherwise using the extract. When an alchemist creates an extract, she infuses the concoction with a tiny fraction of her own magical power. This enables the creation of powerful effects, but also binds the effects to the creator. If an extract leaves the possession of the original creator for too long a time, it becomes inert and loses it's power. Though, there is a method to prevent this effect, however Erika is simply unaware of it.

Erika herself keeps her list of Alchemic formulas in a leather bound notebook she makes sure to have with her at all times. The notes inside contain the formulas she has learned. Although the notes are written so chaotically, and using her own shorthand code that makes it almost undecipherable to anyone else.

* BIG BANG:
A self titled formula Erika developed on her own. True to it's title, it causes a large explosion upon usage. It is a simplistic mixture of the most volatile materials she could obtain. While very potent, she uses her own magical power to maintain an impressive level of stability. Through measuring the usage of various ingredients, she can control the blast size with a shaky amount of accuracy.
* CURATIVE SALVE:
Just as the name implies, an extract that when applied causes cuts, burns, bruises, and other injuries to heal quickly. It is a beginner level extract, it is not powerful enough to heal any serious damage, such as broken or fractured bones. Erika (much to her boredom) obtained this Formula in a Beginner's Alchemy Class, that she was forced to attend before she could be accepted.
* STICKY BOMB:
Another self devised formula of hers. Currently her proudest achievement, it is a very complex mixture. Upon the container shattering, it releases a purple cloud of gas. The thick cloud lingers for a moment, blinding any caught in it. It then begins to transform into a thin green sludge that falls on, and sticks to any caught in it's radius. Severely hampering mobility.
* AMPLIFYING TONIC:
Another extract she was taught by the school's Beginner's Alchemy Class. A simple set of ingredients with a clear function. When consumed it heightens the user's senses. And allows them to perform physical and acrobatic feats above their normal capacity. Said to be essential for any Alchemist weaving through a battle. Whether they be treating wounds, or raining explosives.

SCHOOL: Al-Revis, School of Alchemy

PERSONALITY:
When you ask just about anyone what Erika is like. You'll usually get the same answer, insane. While this is somewhat true, most people say it as a bit of an exaggeration. It is true that she is very reckless, and in most situations comes up with a very psychotic solution. She's also an incredibly bad judge of personal boundaries, and is stubborn as an ox. As such she will usually speak her mind, and when she makes up her mind. It's made up, and there's no changing it.

While those cover some of Erika's more controversial traits (You know, the ones that get her in trouble). She's always very enthusiastic and hardworking, If only a little bit clumsy. Though she does have the tendency to blow things waaaaaay out of proportion. Often over exaggerating things. Which goes hand-in-hand with her somewhat short fuse. This doesn't mean she's prone to anger or rage, it's just incredibly easy to get her riled up. Leading to the nickname her fellow students (and some teachers) have given her, spitfire.

When Erika is with her friends, she can actually be very sweet and thoughtful. And she's much more prone to actually listening to someone if she likes, and or respects them. Her somewhat wild nature always leads her to being the life of the party in any given group.

BIOGRAPHY:
Born in New Jersey to a very mundane couple, Erika was for a time, a very normal child. It wasn't until around age 3 when her eye color suddenly shifted after one of her tantrums. Her parents started to get concerned, and even sent her to the hospital. While the doctor couldn't find anything wrong with her, he concluded that something was definitely not right. After that, due to a series of strange occurrences surrounding her it was soon discovered that she was a very well attuned to magic, and potentially a very powerful mage.

After that Erika's parents eventually relinquished her to the one who had discerned her magically ability. A wizard by the name of Akira Sasaki, a teacher at one of the many schools in Academy City. Sasaki then took her with him, and began to raise her himself. He spent his free time helping her learn to control her abilities, and teaching her the basics of magic. Due to him being natively Japanese, and Erika already starting to learn English. He decided on letting her finish learning English, and then set her to work on Japanese. Due to this she usually uses Japanese honorifics when addressing people, because that's what he insisted on.

Because of the fact that Erika was often left to her own devices, she learned how to entertain herself. She developed a somewhat mischievous personality, even sneaking into Sasaki's study many times. When she finally become old enough to enroll in a magic school, Sasaki sat her down and had a serious talk about what she wanted to do. Erika herself had been investigating the various forms of magic for years. And when he asked, she already had her answer.

Needless to say, Erika felt a bit guilty about not enrolling to the school Sasaki taught at. But he taught the exact kind of magic she couldn't stand. The kind that you wear a big robe and read books all day. She wanted more excitement to it. Though, to she still keeps in touch with him, and he's the first she goes to if she needs some serious advice about something.

Currently Erika is enrolled in Al-Revis School of Alchemy. While she is very gifted in talent, and does not lack for enthusiasm. Her troublesome nature makes it so that the staff have to pay special attention to her, especially when left to her own devices with dangerous ingredients lying around. Her overwhelming curiosity makes her a great Alchemist, and she works very hard at her studies. (Most of the time.)

[User]
"Oh, yay." Taro said insincerely. "Paperwork. My favourite."
He took the two sheets to a nearby bench with some convenient pens and began filling them in. They mainly asked normal, boring questions, which was boring. His mind wandered as he filled the sheets in. Funnily enough, he didn't need that much proof of identity or anything, which seemed a little slack, but he would probably be interviewed or something. And also judging by the fact that half the force was robots...

As Taro filled in the sheet, he checked the time. He reasoned that he could probably make it to the main enforcer office, back to his apartment and then to his job in time if he ran fast enough, so it would probably be fine? He might be a bit late, but honestly, his boss sucked and he would probably quit soon anyway.

Taro continued writing. As he did, his mind wandered in weird directions.
Why don't these things ask what your favourite colour is or something? Or what you think the meaning of life is? Taro thought. It'd be a whole lot more interesting that way and it'd feel more personal or something.
He suddenly stopped because he was just about to write in his favourite colour for something important. He finished that part off and signed his name, and with that, he was done.

"Alright, thanks." Taro called to the receptionist, pocketing the pen and running out the door.
He should just make it in time to go there and then get back and then get to work, but it he might be late... Taro pulled out his phone and tapped out a quick text to Kanako, who was pretty much his only friend.

With that, he put his phone back in his pocket and sprinted to the main office.
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Some time later, Taro burst through the sliding doors of the enforcer main office, coming to an abrupt stop in front of the reception desk.
"Ugh. Hi." Taro said, panting.
The receptionist was kind of looking at him funny so he pulled out his paperwork and put it on the table.
"I'd like to join the enforcers please." Taro said, smiling to seem friendly, though it was likely he just came off as weird.

[Assistant]
"Uhhhh yyyyyeeeeaaahhh... testing yer navigating right. I don't know about all that lass, but I know where yer place is, it is smashed in with all the other Knight dorms. He said before he let out a yawn and rolled his neck.

Aya's dike began to crack....

"I can show ya how to get there, I have to trek out that way myself anyway to get to my flat." He added as he looked back to Aya.

Aya gave a long winded sigh of relief, the Irish man unknowingly saving himself from destruction. In Aya's eyes, here was someone who was finally being helpful... or at least seemed to know what they were doing.

"Für die Liebe Got, Danke! Please, lead the vay. This is much to meine relief to finally be on the right track. Danke." she said, trying not to let the exhaustion get to her yet. "Ich muss nur noch in mein Zimmer zu bekommen...." she thought to herself, composing her mind and focusing on getting to her dorm.

[User] "Uh my German is not all that good lass and by not good I mean nonexistent. So for my sake can we stick to English?" Mikhail said after the girl's outburst, he wasn't one for lots of energy especially when the energy was in a foreign language. He turned on his heels, which was quite the sight with all the luggage that he had slug onto his back, and started to head towards one of the roads. "Yeah the dorms are actually pretty close all considering, it should be a straight shot once we get on this street-" The ginger lad started, but cut himself off when he was met by what sight waited for him around the corner. After making the turn the two were met by a sea of students as far as the eye could see stretching all the way down the road Mikhail had planed on using to lead the girl to her dorm. Of course the road would be blocked.... Damn my luck. He grumbled to himself as he looked haplessly at the crowd that blocked their way.

[Assistant]
There he was! Kanako beamed at Airus, bouncing over to him as she exited her classroom. He seemed like a pretty nice guy, reasonably friendly and everything. And hey, he'd even waited to walk her there!

"Hey!" she sang. "Sorry. Hope you didn't wait too long. Let's go!"

Honestly, she was thrilled! Even if she did end up getting a field job, she was just… so excited! She was sick and tired of being helpless, and even if her power was next to useless… well. It was time she stopped moping about it, and started trying her best to improve herself! If Taro could do it, so could she!

As they walked, she fell into step with the Enforcer boy. She hadn't ever gotten his name, had she? Well, never mind-- she'd find out now! "So, um. My name's Sakihara Kanako!" she told him. "I'm a phaser, but it's more trouble than it's worth, honestly… I wish I could, like, phase through other people's attacks and walk through walls all the time and all that stuff, but I can't really control it! Uh, what's your name?"

Of course, Taro was naturally much more athletic than she was. But surely it didn't take that much athleticism to fire a gun?

Her phone buzzed, and she checked it hurriedly. When she read the incoming text message, she nearly dropped her phone in shock. Taro was joining the Enforcers too?!

After that, her enthusiasm for the whole Enforcer thing went pretty much through the roof. She was going to learn how to use a weapon, she was going to get paid a whole lot more, and hell, she'd even still get to see Taro!

Maybe they should both quit their jobs at the grocery store, then. Was it really still worth putting up with their awful boss?

Well, whatever. If Taro was going to keep his job at the store, then she would too, but otherwise, she thought might quit. It would certainly free up more time for Chiyo-chan, after all!


[System]
Class: Rider
Appearance:

Abilities:

Parameters:
Strength: C
Endurance: B
Agility: B
Mana: D
Luck: C

Magic Resistance (D): Rider had little experience with magic in his life, resulting in this lowered rank that provides minimal protection against Magecraft.

Riding (C): Riders experiences on the Russian steppe, as well as collaboration with the Golden Horde, allows his mastery of all mundane vehicles and animals.

Charisma (B): As a Grand Prince, Rider showed significant charisma in dealing with the Golden Horde as well as his own people, allowing him to maintain his countries independence and earning him a well respected place in Russian history.

Military Tactics (B): Rider was known for his military experience, winning pivotal battles that shaped the course of Russian history and earning this skill. Provides a boos to his own Anti-Army Noble Phantasms, while countering enemy Anti-Army Noble Phantasms

Saint (C): Rider was worshiped as a Saint soon after his death, and was canonized by the Russian Orthodox Church in 1547. It provides an effect similar to 'automatic HP regeneration', allowing him a limited ability to heal his wounds beyond that of the normal servant.

Noble Phantasms:

Song of the Frozen Lake
Winter's Cold Grip
Type: Anti-Army
Rank: B
Description: Riders most famous victory was the Battle on the Ice, a battle between his forces and invaders from the Livonian and Teutonic Orders atop of Lake Peipus. Most famous was the aftermath of this battle, where his usage of military tactics and strategy forced the Crusaders back onto the ice of the frozen lake, where the surface broke and sent many of the retreating soldiers into the ice.

This Phantasm is a crystallization of that legend, creating a Bounded Field in the immediate area. All enemies inside the Bounded Field are subjected to the sensation of drowning in a freezing lake. Their mana will be drained at an increased rate and movement will be significantly hampered so long as they are in the Bounded Field. At the same time the Bounded Field will be populated by Wraiths in the form of Novgorod militia, hindering those inside from escaping in support of Rider and his allies.

Svantovit's Steed
Horse of the War God
Type: Anti-Unit
Rank: C
Description: Given to him by the Mongols when visiting the capital of the Golden Horde, this horse was said to have been a gift from the Slavic war god Svantovit, to aid him in battle. While not seemingly different than any other horse besides the white coat, his horse has the ability to predict the future to a limited extent, increasing his effectiveness in battle and allowing him to escape bad situations or take advantage of what opportunities might present themselves. This is based on the Mongol religious belief that white horses have precognitive abilities for religious ceremonies.

Personality: Alexander is a calm and firm personality, relentless and passionate against his enemies, yet also not one to be ruled by anger. He sports a keen mind, honed to martial matters as well as that of politics with caution, far sightedness, and an eye towards his goals. He is well versed in the customs and traditions of the Mongols as well as the Russians. In this can be seen a surprising tolerance, at least for those foreigners who do not come as enemies.
Other:

Name: Cecil Lavernth
Age: 24
Appearance:

Personality: Cecil is a relatively laid back person who does his best to not let himself be overwhelmed by events. That isn't to say that he can't take things seriously, he just prefers to look on the bright side of life and approach things from an angle where he believes that he can do the most good. He doesn't shy away from conflict, but violence isn't his first reaction to situations where it might be needed. Otherwise he likes to think that he's reliable, understanding, and is always there to lend a shoulder should someone need it.

Abilities: Cecil is slightly above average when it comes to the quality of his circuits, but has an otherwise reasonable amount of them to use. He has access to the typical Magecraft tricks that all who've studied it should know and be able to perform adequately, but that isn't where his area of specialization is.

As far as his family crest is concerned, Cecil has the ability to control various types of liquid substances. This includes altering acidity, physical state, and that sort of thing. Primarily this is done through vials of water that he has specially prepared beforehand, but to a lesser extent he can also repeat these sorts of feats with normal liquids. It takes more energy to do so. It may seem fairly substandard, but it can be useful various cases, and it helps with experimentation.

Unfortunately he doesn't have the full crest, so he's still learning.

History: As a second son, Cecil didn't really expect to have that much responsibility in life. He learned a bit of Magecraft when he was younger, but most of hi time was spent going to school and wandering about, simply enjoying his life while finding different areas that he could excel in. This went fairly well for him, and he developed a particular aptitude for doing magic tricks and general sleight of hand.

Then everything changed. While he was out there was an 'incident' involving his older brother while he was practicing his own Magecraft, and Cecil suddenly found himself as the heir to the family legacy. That essentially thre him into a crash course, and he has done his best to keep up while trying to hold on to some semblance of his previous lifestyle. Not that it has worked all that well if he were to be honest, but he'd like to think that he was trying.

it was in the midst of that that he was summoned to be a Master, and over the objection of his father he answered the call. As far as he was concerned it would provide at least a little break, and he could put the skills he had learned thus far to the test. So he set off to go to work.

Other:

[User]
"We're mustering for war, I assume." Amedea looked around the room, finally taking her eyes off of her own servant in order to examine what everyone else had - from exotic eastern shamans to european legends of bizarre clothing, it spoke volumes when the hero she summoned seemed one of the more normal - she supposed the word for it - of them. He at least looked like he came from the 12th century.

"We are gathered to do battle against singularities, irregularities, whatever else the Grand Marshal has in store for us." she explained as she turned her attention back towards the heroic spirit. She had regained most of her composure and was much more calm now, especially seeing how nothing had gone wrong so far and all she needed to do now was bring him out for breakfast before awaiting further orders. One step at a time; it would just be like her first day in the Academy.

"Theoretically, we are all to band together. In practice, many have gathered here anticipating a war in which their allies to be were their opponents to the death. I hope that, whether it be a knife in the back or an abomination in front of us, you won't have any trouble dealing with it, right..."

She paused there, realizing that this was where she was supposed to say his name - which she currently did not know.

Shit, I knew I forgot something. And I had it all figured out too.

"Who are you?"

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Nezha continued her examination of her master even as she spoke before finally getting out of her personal space and her hand was placed on her hip. The inquisitive, almost critical gaze she had earlier was gone, replaced by a youthful smile. She was glad - she had wondered what kind of person had summoned her; feared it was some sort of greedy, upstart mage or someone who was desperate for something they had no means of attaining by themselves - someone who would go further than most would deem comfortable, acceptable or moral to go. Instead, instead of a mutual killing she was certain she had arrived in a battle of a much more noble nature.

And she was perfectly fine with that.

"Hm!" she nodded in satisfaction. "Cute, determined, youthful, assured! I like you!" Giving the Fire-tipped spear a twirl in the air, she slammed it back down on the ground again and raised her free hand towards Shinobu, fingers locked in a "V" position.

"If you're going to lead, then I'll follow you. I'm Prince Nezha, son of the Pagoda-wielding Heavenly King, disciple of Taiyi Zhenren and the subjugator of the dragons of the East Sea, and I accept you as my master!"

Then, pausing for a moment, the servant's smile disappeared and she mused at her master for another moment before adding another line.

"Although you might want to do something about your attitude. While I think being confident and self assured is a good thing, there comes a point where it becomes vanity, you know?"

[Assistant]
Sinfjotli

Post#3

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Berserker frowned, an irritated crease forming on his brow. She hadn't given him the names of her family, and he silently flipped his estimation of her from probable noble to a likely commoner. They said that common women sometimes sold their newborn infants to elves in exchange for tutorship in the seidr arts.

As for the rest though... how odd. He did not know much about singularities or any of the other esoteric terms which she had thrown around, but some part of him which had not been there as a mortal was aware, at least partially, of the reason he had been summoned. It was no Ragnarok but it seemed that he had been called upon to protect an endangered cosmos in some capacity.

What a strange turn of events...

Sinfjotli felt his anger begin to stir. Did the gods think that he would be satisfied if they allowed him this? To accompany a war party of foreign heroes to pacify some minor apocalypse? As if to compensate him for their broken promises? A deep feeling of resentment was building inside him as he scanned the ranks of the other emerging Servants, and it was with effort that he forced this train of thought away and turned back to the one who had summoned him.

"Yes... yes I will have no trouble marching to war with this strange band I think, provided I am adequately compensated of course."

He turned to the forming crowd, looking doubtfully at some of them. There was a bizarre menagerie of warriors and witches from all corners of the globe, some of which looked quite regal, worthy comrades or advisaries, while others... he eyed a posh looking Servant in a victorian suit with distaste.

"And that my dignity is not challenged by those who legend does not compare to my own."

He spotted what appeared to be a child no more than ten, and turned away abruptly. Were the gods insulting him with this?

Turning back to his Master, this

"I suppose I owe you my name before you give me yours hm? That's fine. Impudent but fine. I am Servant Berserker, but my real name is Sinfjotli, the Worlds Chosen. You are very lucky girl."

[User]
Amalie Georg Faust, Caster

"Mar-ga-ri-ta!" declared Caster brightly, smiling cheerily. "That's really fun to say! More people should have fun to say names, right Gretchen? ... Right! Gretchen agrees she thinks it's a great idea to have more people with fun to say names that are really great though Gretchen is the most fun to say name becau-ooooohhh!"

The little girl's eyes immediately fixed on the chocolate chip scone. Clutching Gretchen to her chest with her left hand, she immediately snatched it up in her right, and without a moment's hesitation she took a bite. After a few moments of silence, as she savored the taste, the tiny girl burst out with a rather excited exclamation.

"IT'S GREAT!" she declared, waving the scone in the air before bringing it to the doll's... lack of a mouth. "Do you want some, Gretchen?! Huh? Huh? ... No? You don't have a mouth right now? I guess that is true... but there's a lot of prana here!"

Well, that was certainly an interesting remark...

"Hey hey Margarita, Margarita! There's lots and lots of prana here does that mean I can start summoning my friends?!" asked the small girl cheerfully, beaming, "It means I can let Gretchen go too so it'd be really nice we could have a big big biiiiiig party that has lots and lots of food and cake and big decorations and it'll be so much fun and we can invite all the knights here too look at them there's a bunch I'm so excited Gretchen is too she is she is she is and we can ride a horse and feed the horse cake too I bet horses love cake lots and lots of cake and then we'll fight a dragon because that's what knights do!"

[Assistant]
The position of submission and fealty was held as the bond between them was cemented and Rider began to sense the mana that flowed between him and his Master, enough to satisfy his needs and ensure that he would be able to fight. Perhaps he could not compare to some of the Heroes of legend, but if one were looking to find someone weak, they would not find it from the Russian as he rose back to his feet.

Of course he was no fool, and the peculiarities of his Masters familiars were noted. More importantly though were all the Spirits that surrounded them, some of them announcing their identities without care while others tended to be more silent or reserved when it came to this sort of thing. Some of them glimmered in the edge of his memory, Greek tales that had been carried to Russia via their commerce with the Mongols and the Muslims of the south. Not as much as he would have liked, perhaps, but he was not completely a foo. Others were pretty much unknown to him though.

Returning to his Master, Nevsky looked over the elderly figure before giving him a warm smile. "Perhaps not the most sociable of Masters, but so long as you are capable of making sound decisions, you do not need to be. I am Alexander Nevsky, Grand Prince of Vladimir and Servant of the Rider class. Wherever our battlefield may lie, you have my sword and horse." He didn't know whether they would be necessary with so many Heroic Spirits around, but if his lord said to fight, then he would fight.


[System]
NICKNAME: JRock, JarBear(his ex's pet name for him), and just Jar
AGE: 23
GENDER: Male
APPEARANCE:
EX: Clover Clayburn
FAVORITE MUSIC: Hardcore/screamo/metal/rock, but he pretty much likes anything except country
FAVORITE COLOR: Silver
HOBBY(s): plays guitar (among other instruments), DJing, songwriting, partying
PERSONALITY: Jareth is a party animal and, despite the grungy exterior, he has quite the soft side. He is incredibly artistically-inclined, but not always the most intelligent person in the room. Ambitious and hardworking, he hopes to chase his passion for music into stardom.
TATTOOS/PIERCINGS/OTHER: lip ring offset to the left, small gauges in both ears, various tattoos on arms, chest, and back, as well as one small facial tattoo of just dots.
MAJOR IN COLLEGE: Music Performance, junior year
OTHER: Jareth came from an unfortunate upbringing, including being bounced around unloving and unsupportive foster homes. After getting kicked out at age 18, Jar worked at a pizza place for two years while playing in his garage band, Crim Son, before starting college. Now that he is in college, he sees a free counselor that helps him get the meds he needs for his depression and anxiety. That being said, he has a bit of a self-medicating drug habit, but it's nothing serious if you ask him.

[User]
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Jareth looked around the pool. There were blondes, brunettes, thin, curvy, you name it, and it was there. Jar wasn't typically a shallow guy, looks weren't everything to him. Talent was the most attractive thing, music especially. Yuki's skill with piano and violin had lured him in more than anything. Of course, that wasn't all of it. She was beautiful and cherubic, and her innocence made her all the more enticing. He had hoped for things to have gone differently with them. He had hoped that she could fix him, because he so desperately needed someone to be the glue to hold his pieces together.

Jar had wanted them to work out, but he had also wanted more from Yuki than she was willing to offer, and his stupid desires made him make stupid decisions. Jar knew it was wrong, and that's why he chose to end things, but of course he had waited until he had royally fucked up to do so. What's worse? That he didn't even tell her the whole truth about it. Yeah, he got a blowie at a party, but… it wasn't because he was drunk. No, he was high on E at the time, at least that's what he thinks those pills were… And he had two options: own up to the fact that he sometimes self-medicated his feelings with drugs, or lie. Yuki didn't know about his drug problem, and he didn't want to change that, so he chose the option that made him a monster in more ways than one, and he lied to spare himself.

The sound of splashing water pulled Jar out of his thoughts and he shook his head slightly. He wasn't supposed to think about her this week, he was supposed to stop beating himself up over one stupid mistake. Jareth looked up at the source of the fortunate distraction from his thoughts. A girl with cherry red, black-tipped hair and a sleeve of tattoos had just jumped into the pool. No, Jar wasn't normally a shallow person, but in that moment, he kind of was. It took all his focus to keep his jaw from dropping and instead to send her a charming smile and a wink before looking away, playing the part of coy.

Looking away was a mistake, because who else did he see? None other than the aforementioned Yuki, and she was looking right at him. Shit. Shit, shit, shit. He immediately felt consumed with guilt because she had noticed him just as he was clearly checking out another girl. And then she took off running, sending another wave of guilt through him. No matter how much his mistake and their break up hurt him, he knew it hurt her at least twice as much. Jar debated going after her, but what good would that do? He was the problem, and the source of all her pain. Jareth sighed and looked down at the waves, feeling like some incredible kind of asshole. He couldn't even bare to look at the girl with red hair for fear that she had seen the whole thing.

Suddenly, the water slides sounded like a much more fun idea than staying here. That, and a few stiff drinks.

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[Assistant]
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Jules wasn't sure how he should feel about seeing Addy again. At the very least, he wasn't happy about it. Their relationship had never been smooth in the first place. The two of them had completely different tastes, they wanted different things. However, it was always Julius who had gotten his way without exception. Not only was he a manipulative jackass who loved getting his way, Addy actively avoided confrontation altogether. Imposing his will had been so easy. Retrospectively, it wasn't surprising that Addy had left him for that. He could see his fault, he really could. However, he still believed this was not only his fault. She could've tried to voice her opinion, seek confrontation, attempt to get things to work in a way they both liked. At the very least, that is what Julius liked to believe. In reality Julius is quite a bit more forceful than he likes to believe himself. Ultimately, the entire ordeal left a sour taste in Julius' mouth, and Addy leaving him had left a dent in his pride. Unfortunately for Addy, Jules was rather fond of his pride.

In his head he had visualized all sorts of scenarios of her reaction to seeing him again. He had somewhat expected her signature nervous lip bite at the very least. Addy however chose for the coward's way out, followed by a middle finger. Julius had expected her to at least show a bit more of a spjne, at least in front of a friend. He looked at the swimming Addy, then at the girl she left behind, then back at Addy. One of his predictions had come true at least; this situation was horribly awkward. He got out of the water and walked towards the girl. It was probably smart to explain the situation to her at least a little bit. Not to mention, this girl was actually pretty cute. "Well... sorry about that." Jules said, trying to break the ice at least a little. How were you supposed to talk to someone who had just witnessed that? This girl, however, did not respond to him at all. She was looking elsehwere, somehwere part Julius. Before Jules could ask her anything he saw the girl falling over. Julius' reflexes were keen, and he caught her before he had even realised it. "Hey. You okay? He helped her back on her feet. Yet, this girl still hardly noticed him. Without giving him as much as a glance, she ran away from the pools. That were two girls in five minutes who had ran away from him. A new record surely. But no, he knew this girl hadn't fled from him. There was something else.

He looked into the direction the girl had been looking, but he couldn't see anything special. There were quite a few people in that direction, among which were Addy and Jar. There was no real way for Jules to make out what exactly had happened. What he however did see was Addy clearly checking out his friend. You could just see by looking at them both that they definitely had more in common than he and Addy had ever had. Julius grinned, did she really think she could casually go check out other guys after what had just happened? Her choice would be a very unfortunate one, as she was about to find out. Julius casually made his way over to Jareth, trying to seem as unfazed as possible in regards to Addy's presence. However, he was sure that there was at least some irritation to be found within his expression. He tapped Jar's shoulder to get his attention. "I'm done with the pool. Shall we go find Hunter?" He didn't even give Addy as much as a glance, but he knew she would at least be watching if she had indeed been checking Jar out. He didn't want Addy, of all people, to get even remotely close to one of his friends. Not only that, he could find satisfaction in ruining her day just a little bit more. And surely, the realization that this was Jules' friend would do just that.

[User]
Hunter Monroe

So the argument with Delilah was a good way to put Hunter in a shit mood. But what really got Hunter was what she said about the monthly food things. He was about to ask what food shipments when she had already left. "What fucking food packages!?" He was trying to think, then it occurred to him. He had moved so many times in the last few months he didn't even know his own address. Some ass hat was getting his food! Not that he really wanted it if it was from her, but still! Hunter wanted to start yelling and going after her, but when he was about to start he realized... would he normally do this? Was he even in control of himself anymore? He looked at his own hands for a moment. "fuck..." Then he panicked, and ran.

Hunter didn't make it far before his drunk ass tripped over a table and a few chairs. He stood back up again only to do it again a second time. By the third time he sat himself down in one of the hallways to the boat, unable to keep focused on pretty much anything. "What... Am I doing.... with my life..." He looked around at the many doors in the hall, he wasn't a lone, but he was alone as he could be in a place like this.

But he realized, this ship is filled with thousands of people. He could just be careful, and avoid her things should be fine. Set rules, that's what he had to do. As long as he didn't break the rules he should be fine! Rule one, No more drinking. Rule two, Do not talk to Delilah. Rule three, do not talk to pretty girls just because they are pretty, that never ends well. Rule four, no home made fireworks, the probation officer is already pissed off enough. Rule five, have fun! "I... that can be done..."

He stood up with a smile, or as much of one as he could pull off. He quickly noticed the tears fall off his face. Why was he crying? Dammit this is a vacation! Not a crying fest! He wiped his face and ran back outside, he was determined to enjoy this time. Hunter ran around for a moment, almost tripping but still avoiding it. He was still buzzed but he was actually focused on focusing.

Took him only a moment to find both Jareth, and Julius. "GUYS! Guess what! I heard a rumor that they have other pretty girls away from this pool! Let's go anywhere else but here!" He said with a huge smile across his face. "In fact! Let's go to the upper decks! That's all great views and stuff!"

[Assistant]
Addy noticed the flirtacious glances from the guy she was checking out and smirked. That smirk fell slightly when Julius had to bring his big head into the mix, making Addy realize they were friends. Then, just to add to the great vacation, the guy that Delilah was arguing with was with them too! She grinned mischieviously at the sudden idea that popped into her head when she figured out that Julius was trying to piss her off.

She went under the water to matt down her wild mane of hair and popped her head back to the surface with a graceful hair flip. How did she make it fall to her back with out hair just flopping into her face like an idiot? She honestly had no clue. She swam over to the stairs and slowly climbed out, swaying her hips slightly to give off an air of confidence. Addy looked over her shoulder to the group of three, biting her bottom lip and winking at them before going over to grab a towel and wrapping it around herself.

Addy was not one to lose. If Julius wanted to play games and piss her off, she wasn't going to give him that satisfaction. She looked around for Yuki and Delilah, suddenly noticing her friends disappearing. Addy groaned softly and decided to go in search for her friends.


[System]
Username: Amaterasu
Age: 16
Gender: Male
Country of Origin: Japan
Role: Varia Member, Rain Guardian Candidate
Flame: Rain
Weapon/Fighting Style: Katana (Primary), Revolver (Secondary)
Appearance:

Personality:
Due to his childhood which was devoid of anything an "average" child would have, Ren grew up to be an indifferent, distant, and cold individual who will not speak unless necessary, most of the time. He would devote himself to whatever mission he was given in a hard working manner even if he may be indifferent towards a lot of things, since his missions were always his top priority. Despite all this, what manages to get the most reaction out of him is if his real name, Rentarou, is mentioned to his face in which he will either threaten to cut or shoot you if done again. Reaction may vary depending on who says it.

History:
Being born to the status of heir to the yakuza family, Kanesada Group, Ren's life was filled with hardships ever since he was a mere young boy. His mother's passing in his early years did not make his life any less difficult, and because of her dying words, "Please grow up to be a boy your father and I will be proud of...", his only inspiration and reason for living was to please his father for the sake of his mother's dying wish.

The harsh training in the ways of the katana and gun shooting was too strenuous for the young boy to handle but failure was not easily forgiven, regardless of his age. Punishments were given in a form of verbal assaults from his father or sometimes even worse, physical punishments. Due to this, he earns a trauma of displeasing his father or his superiors, where he has a mental breakdown and other side effects depending on how severe the disappointment or punishment.

Growing up in such a harsh environment and with great pressure to inherit the yakuza family, he has abandoned any sort of sentiment, except with few exemptions like his dear mother, which made his future tasks easier. No room for guilt or conscience upon murders and sabotage of destructive families, Ren has started to finally become a young man worthy for the title of heir of Kanesada Group.

Missions after missions being done for the sake of the Kanesada Group, word of Ren, the young heir to a yakuza family, has begun to circulate among the Vongola family, one of the Kanesada Group's alliance in Japan, as one of the hopeful candidate of becoming a mafioso. The word traveled through gossips and casual conversations among mafioso until it reached the ear of the Varia member recruitment scout.

Ren's father, pleased by hearing that his son could be of an asset to Varia, the assassination squad for the influential and powerful Vongola family, had given his approval of having his son under the wing of Varia to earn further experience before inheriting the Kanesada Group. Ren, being obedient to the orders of his father, agreed to become a part of Varia with no objections and thus started his life as a mafioso.

Other
Hobbies: Checking and maintaining of his weapons, target shooting, sword to sword sparring, reading books for knowledge gaining, shogi (Japanese form of chess) for strategic skill improvement, shodo (Japanese calligraphy), and feeding street cats.

Likes: Peaceful environment, old fashioned Japanese things like shogi, shodo, kimono and such, and cats.

Dislikes: Being called "Rentarou", father/superiors being displeased with his performance, unable to accomplish his given task/s, people being persistent or nagging about his behavior/personality especially if people point out his jiji (old geezer) like character and taste.

[User]
The rest of Hideaki's festival experience following his departure from the student council food stand was a blur of repetition and mundanity. He exchanged trite pleasantries with his archery club associates and his classmates, purchased snack foods from competing stands - even with his increasing lack of appetite - simply to spite his childhood friend in the most petty way imaginable, tried his hand at some of the activities, and, at the end of it all, he was left with nothing but his own devices.

Though it might have been seen as lonely by some, Hideaki thought that such a solitary situation was ideal for observing the mainstay of the festivities. It was just him snacking down on a stick of yakitori as he waited for the scheduled fireworks to begin. From the hilltop patch of grass he had made his territory, the keen eyed archer surveyed the festival grounds. Even from this far, he could make out such minute details: Half-Ass-ka (truly Hide was a comedy genius of the highest calibre) closed down her precious stand even when he knew there was still some fucking stock back there and so did she god fucking da-

...And then there was the dude wearing Asuka's cat mask, darting about like a mad person as he was pursued by a greenet who looked like he was doing his best to emulate Assassin's Creed, with mixed results. Hideaki had to admit the whole scene was very televisionesque, complete with blunders and bystander bumping. A flash of light from his upper peripheral and the resulting boom attracted the archer's attention aloft for the ascending pyrotechnic display. Nevermind the events down below, there was a show to be seen above.

Wait.

That couldn't be right.

Hideaki took off his glasses and narrowed his eyes as a lazy, purple flare crossed the sky. The trailing firework was very out of place, definitely a far cry from the others detonating around it. He dropped his gaze to the festival, caught site of one of his archery club members, and went down to approach. "Excuse me, Koizumi-san, but did you see the weird firework?" he asked. When he received a negative response from his underclassmen and a question of why he asked, Hide answered, "No reason, just thought it was odd. Probably just a trick of the eye or a smudge on my glasses." Whatever it was, it looked to originate from the shrine...

...and, more importantly, a quick scan of the relevant area told him that he wasn't the only person who caught sight of the phantasm.

"Alright," Hideaki made his way towards the shrine, "I'll bite."

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To say Luca was enjoying his time with Yuki would have been an understatement. Though he was rightfully intimidated by Yuki's performance at the bell ringing game Luca couldn't help but smile the whole time. Somehow in the midst of his many failures at the game stands he managed to win her a small stuffed animal. Yuki seemed truly happy to be with him and Luca will never be sure what he did to earn her affections. He really didn't think he deserved it...or that he'd ever be able to return them. A bell rung throughout the festival signaling the start of the celebration's finale. "Ah, they're starting. Let's go watch. The prez did promise us the best viewing spot~" Luca smiled bashfully.

Sure enough Asuka was true to her word. The pair sat the perfect distance away on a small hill that elevated them just enough to have a completely unobscured view. The show was a dazzling spectacle. It lit up the night sky as if it was still an early afternoon. "Heh, I don't know why I even considered skipping the festival. I never get tired of the beautiful fire-" Luca's voice drifted off as he gazed at the girl next to him. Yuki's pure white hair caught the colors of the fireworks brilliantly and he couldn't help but think how pretty she- Suddenly a strange firework caught his attention. It's purple hue wasn't like any of the other pyrotechnics. "H-Hey Yuki-" His current question was answered when Yuki spoke but plenty more. She took his hand and guided him towards the shrine ignoring his fervent questions about what was waiting their for them...

Though the shrine was being illuminated briefly by the fireworks show every couple of seconds it was still very hard to see. "Yuki...w-what are we doing here?" It was not the white haired girl that responded but rather the environment itself. Suddenly, the lanterns around the shrine sparked to life and and lit the area. A figure atop the shrine came into view and leapt from it's perch. Luca felt something lightly land on his head then use it as a spring board as they tumbled back and landed skillfully in front of the pair, leaving on his backside and rubbing his head. "My apologies to have summoned you away from your quality time together. Your reflexes are lacking young Vongola~

"A-A baby? Who talks like monk!?" Luca blinked bewilderingly at the small boy with the monkey on his head. "Your questions will be answered soon enough, Luca Yuuki. The rest should be arriving shortly right Miss Volkov~?" He said referring to the footsteps that could be heard approaching the shrine. Luca looked to Yuki but something told him she wasn't who the infant was talking to.

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Yuki had her eyes downcast the entire trip towards the shrine, she had to ignore Luca's words for now and continue with her assigned task, that is what it meant to be a professional after all. As they reached the shrine Yuki allowed her hand to part from Luca's for a moment, and as she did so the lanterns around the shrine burst into a ghostly purple flame before dying down into a normal warm glow. Her eyes darted towards the tiny being that jumped from the top of the shrine and onto Luca, her leg twitching ever so slightly as if in resistance to a natural reflex to kick the little thing!

"Your questions will be answered soon enough, Luca Yuuki. The rest should be arriving shortly right Miss Volkov~?"

Yuki's gaze glared towards the shrine itself, a figure that was hidden within the shadows finally started to move "Seems that way. As exspected they noticed the signal as well, this should be fun~" Coming forward Shi's tail swayedfrom side to side happliy, her ears even perking up at the sound of people approaching. Yuki and Shi stared at each other for a good few moments [b] [color=fff79a]"It is good you had fun dear sister~"[/b][/color] Though the air seemed tense for a moment Shi relaxed "I do hope you got something for me on your date, after all- WHOA!" Suddenly Shi was forced to duck to avoid a flying round house kick from Yuki.

"What has got you so mad?!"

Shi exsclaimed as she raised her hand to block Yuki's follow up kick, the two locked in a power struggle. "You interrupted my date with Luca..." Shi gritted her fannged teeth, riasing her other fist and bumping the top of Yuki's head "Don't attack your own sister out of such a stupid reason! Jeez... We have a job to finish, come on." *Thwack* "Uuuuuu...." Yuki was squating down rubbing her head from the pain of sisterly punishment but seemed to have been calmed by the mention of the job. Speaking of which Shi made sure to bow before the new arrivals

"Welcome, you all have such good manners to answer our call right away. I am Shiso Volkov"

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Samael | Shrine

As Sam arrived at the shrine, there were people there already. He had heard mention of the Vongola too, so this was most certainly the meeting spot. In his arms were large bags of food, he set it down and took out one of the small plastic boxes and began to eat as he spoke.

"Ah, Vongola business, am I right?", he asked.

"So, who'll I be killing today? Or is it protection? Do I need to steal something? Questions", he began. A jovial smile upon his face as he said all that, eating as he did.

"But really, have you guys tried the yakisoba? It's incredible, and the takoyaki, I found this stand that sold them with these mayonnaise cores, and they are absolutely delightful".


[System]
gender: male
godly parents: Aisoyimstan, Mahina
sphere of control: Cold, Darkness
personality: Landon's powers are very powerful, but unfortunately unreliable for himself. Having such an expanse of powers that couldn't be used for himslf have put him in a confusing position. He would use his powers to help himself and others as he sees fit, but due to his mother they tend to only want to respond to others needs of them. Feeling like he was destined to be used and controlled has given him a bitterness against everyone, but as fighting them is completely useless he tends to just go along with the flow. He is very smart and wise, but often dark in his thoughts as he cares for no one. He can still be jovial and witty once he opens up, but that's just him suppressing his bitterness.
sacred animal: Walrus
powers: Landon has very strong control and manipulation of both cold/ice and shadows/darkness. Unfortunately the full strength of these powers can only be brought out at other's request. Few know this and Landon doesn't like to tell anyone feeling he'll just be a tool for their use afterwards.
weapon(s): Landon makes due with the various weapons he constructs on the fly. Spears are a favorite projectile and Swords are favored in melee situations.
History:
Landon is currently twenty-seven, and grew up with a foster family in Washington. He found out about his powers at a young age and tried training them on his own. Not having anything to compare his powers with, he was content with the growth in his powers. That is until he met a demi-god that threatened his siblings on the way home from school. He realized he was still very weak as he couldn't do anything to save his brother, but he found a surge in power as his sister cried for help from him. He tore the man apart and saved his sister with his new found power. Afterwards he tried to find that same power and became frustrated as he found he couldn't. One day he met his wandering father by chance and learned of what his mother did to him. Having lost her love, she "cursed" him with the need to help others, stunting his powers until someone unlocks them.
other:

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of flames01

Yuki had no time to dance. The music made the 8-headed snake too fast. Unreasonably fast. So fast that if she had not been in its way, it might have caught up to the lion and whoever it was carrying. She managed to keep up long enough for the unusually black lion to open up a portal to another dimension. She jumped through with them without hesitation, and heard the portal close befote the fake orochi could get through.

It should disappear after the song ends... thought Yuki with a sigh of relief.

She took a look around at this new place. It was beautiful. A pure place, free of any sort of uninvited influence from travelers who had lost their way. The water was like a mirror, and the world seemed to allow nature to act in its most calm and natural way. It was almost lonely, if Yuki was being completely honest with herself. For such purity to exist, very few life forms would be allowed to inhabit it.

Yuki heard a sound. She turned to its source, and found it to be the lion with the unconscious girl. It seemed to have wanted her to follow along, so she did. As she did, Yuki took a look at the unconscious girl. She was a goddess, that much was for sure, but Yuki didn't quite know her all that well. That's one problem about residing on the earthly plain, not getting to know other gods and goddesses all that well. Still, she did hear a small bit about others whenever she attends meetings. Going by the look of her, Yuki would hazard a guess that she was of pure celtic-origin. Her unconscious state told her that she was frail, even for a deity. Finally, she was accompanied by a unique Ebony Lion, which was the sacred animal of only one deity that Tuki had heard of.

If she had to guess, this goddess with the lion is the one called Rhona.

Still, there was no way for her to affirm her guess without someone to talk to, and Yuki held no skill with speaking to felines. So she simply continued to follow, hoping that the goddess would wake up and speak with her.

[Assistant]
Leo pushed the door open to the cottage with his head and walked inside. It had three rooms: a kitchen, a bathroom, and a bedroom. Leo went into the bedroom and placed Rhona on the bed, then covered her with a comforter. He exhaled loudly then groaned again as he sniffed her face, then rubbed his muzzle against her. Leo then sat down and quietly waited at Rhona's bedside for his master to awaken. This is something that wouldn't take too terribly long. Leo suspected a few hours before she would awaken and perhaps finally be rid of her fever.

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A 6 hours had passed, yet Rhona was still not awake, however, Leo continued to wait patiently. Then suddenly...... movement. Rhona's eyelids twitched then slowly opened. She stared at the ceiling, blinking at few times until her eyes adjusted.

She was in her room again. "Was it just a dream...?" Rhona thought to herself slightly confused. She sighed and sat up. Rhona placed her hand on her forehead; her fever had gone down by a lot and her temperature was now only slightly above average. Leo stood up and rubbed his face against Rhona's hand and purred, greeting his beloved master.

"Hey Leo... How are you...?" Rhona replied groggily, smiling warmly as she pet Leo. Then, out of the corner of her eye, she noticed Yuki who was sitting in a chair on the other side of the room. She flinched and stared at her wide eyed, her jaw dropped in surprise. "H-how did you get here?! No body should know of this place! So how-?" Leo cut Rhona off with a groan as he gently pushed his head against Rhona.

Rhona looked down at Keo then understood and her expression calmed. "I see... Leo brought you here, didn't he? He must like you." She paused, and Leo appeared indifferent from Rhona's response. "Sorry for yelling at you. It's just nobody else has been able to find this realm, let alone visit it... You're the first one..." She replied lowering her voice. " ah...! But that's enough about me! What about you? Why are you here?"

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Landon was taken aback slightly at the change in Sheogorath's pace, but it made him happy all the same that he was talking with them now. Getting slightly defensive now, but with a jovial tone. "Well you are the one coming around giving us warnings without introducing yourself. And people who are mad in the head aren't being controlled. Someone who's being controlled does sane things, like coordinated murder. Unless their being controlled by a madman. Which after seeing you, I'm done talking." Looking at Sheo again, he remembered his title was the Prince of Madness, which probably explained the intermittent crazy ramblings. He really was talking to a crazy man right now.

At that point Landon sort of sulked back next to Cia. "So what do we do with him? What can we do with him? And why would he think I've fallen if I was just acting a little silly?"

[Assistant]
of flames01

6 hours wasn't quite a long time...Well, not for one such as Yuki, who has spent similar amounts of time practicing new styles, or making new moves. However, time like that only flies when an action is done. Unfortunately for Yuki, she found it disrespectful to practice dancing in someone else's home without consent, nor even the decency to wait for them to attempt to answer. In which case, she had to wait.

Surely it wouldn't take too long for her to awaken thought Yuki, before the hours had passed. After all, how much sleep would she need?

Yuki waited and waited, and though she had nothing to do, she was patient. She waited hundreds of years to meet her half-sister, waiting a few hours for another goddess was nothing. When she finally awoke, she seemed calm. That is, until she noticed Yuki's presence. Then, she became a bit hysteric. yelling at her in surprise and confused fear. It caused Yuki to cower behind her own hair, nearly shifting her headband off.

When Rhona calmed down, She spoke to her in a much more calm manner. Yuki stopped cowering, but she only allowed a part of her face out from behind her hair. Without Claire, Yuki was shy and withdrawn. She never felt comfortable about opening herself up to others without her sister to be there for her. When Rhona asked what she was doing, all Yuki managed to do was squeak out the word, "Hiding..." in a barely audible volume.

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Cia smiled, having Landon close to her was making her rather happy. She had a slight tinge of red on her face, to anyone god of love the knew exactly what this was. However if it was not returned then something horrible may end up happening. Sheo meanwhile just looked at Landon with an unamused look on his face. "Welp! My warning seems to have fallen on stupid ears. I guess I'll take my leave then!" Sheo said, at that point he tapped his cane again and this time a pair of alligator skin shoes appeared in front of him. He stepped into him then tapped then three times and disappeared again. His methods of teleportation were truly strange.

Cia just watched with a look of confusion on her face. "Well that was something. Why don't we go to the Nexus now, Flemmings is waiting there for us." Cia said opening a portal behind them and walking into it. Inside the nexus looked like an empty grass field. There was nothing there except for a few doors. Once these doors were opened they would change to the size of the person entering them. Over all it was a very calming landscape. Time also worked differently there, Flemmings had already been in there for about 6 hours while the others were talking to Sheo.

Flemmings turned his attention from variouse magic traps he was setting underneath each of the doors. "Oh good you brought someone to help." Flemmings said looking at Cia. Cia gave a warm smile to her brother. "Landon here said he would help us, hopefully you have some idea of a good defense that could help us. Even a solid wall could help." Cia said to Landon. She was excited to see what Landon could do.

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Rhona could sense the tension given off by Yuki. "I see... I remember now! I saw you at Asgard! Well there's no need to be shy; I'm nobody scary. My name is Rhona. It's a pleasure to meet you." She replied smiling warmly, trying to ease the tension between them a bit.

Rhona got up and walked over to Yuki offering her hand. "Let's bring you back to Olympus, shall we?" She replied gently, her warm smile remained.

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Reese exited the meeting room not wondering to far from it. As he walked to his home located upon Mount Olympus he thought of the meeting that just took place. "The elder gods are returning...." He whispered to himself instantly thinking of his mother and grandpa Zues. Reese soon came upon a building that perfectly fit the housing of his gramps. The building was silent, more quiter than I has been in years. When Zues was defeated his followers seemed to vanish. Leaving not even giving a second thought into worshiping Reese. He at least had a bit of Zues's blood within him.....well most gods did. Soon Reese came a large table that was most likely used for dining. There he planed his strategies for the up and coming war.

This was gonna be very different from any war Reese ever took part in. For the first time he had to consider planning for defensive tactics to avoid death. Hundreds of war simulations ran through his head as he sat at the large dining table writing down some of the simulations. "Damn it!" He shouted crumbling up the paper and tossing it behind him. He totally forgot that Ares is one of the deceased that'll be coming for their heads. This was ultimately a problem for Reese. He learned all of his war strategies from Ares and his mother. For hours he sat thinking about their possible movements and decisions in a war. "If only I knew where the Elder gods will be attacking first-" He spoke to himself looking at the ceiling.

Then it came to him. Olympus wasn't the only realm conquered by The Merged. "Damn, damn, damn...." Reese repeated getting up and packing a satchel with a lot of paper within it. He had to get to all the Major Realms and map out their landscapes. He knows some of them are preparing as he did but it didn't hurt to try. Reese left the building quickly returning to the meeting room of Mount Olympus to find a god of a different Patheon of the Greek. He hurriedly went around asking the remaining Gods permission to inter their realms when the time came. Unfortunately a large portion of them were already gone and Reese had no type of way to reach them. Walking to the stairs of Mount Olympus to keep an eye out for another god or something suspicious he continued to contemplate on what his role would be in the war.

[Assistant]
"Why does he always get angry and leave the second we don't give him attention?" Cia dismissed the strange man opened the portal to the Nexus. Landon followed her through expecting some grand spectacle of doors and blue swirling holes in space and time. When he entered and saw a grass field he was actually shocked for once. He tried to take in everyhting the Nexus had to offer, but there wasn't much. The temperature was balmy and the area felt very nice. It reminded him of a cool day in June. He turned his attention to the doors and Flemmings who had appeared to have been working for several hours.

Landon stretched out a hand for greeting Flemmings as Cia introduced him. "Flemmings correct? I heard you are Cia's brother, and yeah I'll do what I can to help, but I don't know this realm very well." He walked over to one of doors and began to examine it closely. He felt it with his hand, but it only felt like normal wood. He couldn't sense anything from it. He looked behind it as well and marveled at how it was simply a door. "Can it stretch far? You can obviously go between realms, but could you go to the alien gods' planets as well?" Landon realized he was getting caught up in this, and that he should probably help secure it first.

"Sorry. Let's secure these doors first. Unfortunately I don't have any ideas. I really don't have the slightest how these portals work. I can make a wall though, but is it really that simple? If so couldn't we just freeze the doors? I can encapsulate them in a dark ice easily. Just tell me what you want and I'll do it."