[System]
Age: 26
Gender: Male
Race: Wood Elf

Appearance:
Irian stands at an average 5'7 (175cm), with a reasonably yet decently well-built body. His blonde hair extends shoulder-length, to contrast with his green eyes. His attire is generally green as befitting his Wood Elf origin, but he has also incorporated purple as the other shade in his clothes.

Personality:
From the looks of it, Irian is quite a serious individual, rather straightforward, duty driven and concentrated, and is quite professional even when it comes to small talks, but if you were to try to go out of their way to strike up a conversation with him, he wouldn't mind it, but don't expect any lengthy talks. He's also a decently open person when it comes to knowledge, whether it is his fighting capabilities, his past, his roots as an Veltian elf, etc, as long as there are nothing taboo, or a person is coming to him in good honest faith, he's willing to reciprocate the feeling.

Irian is fueled by a desire to learn and understand the world around him, not out of an altruistic and abstract vision that 'Knowledge is power'. Knowledge IS power, but that power is used to survive close by to Ithillin. There is a concrete and material gain from absorbing knowledge about the world, and he's all for it. He is very observant and reads others well, and naturally he is quite good when it comes to politics and diplomacy.

Brief Backstory:
Irian was born in one of the few forest settlements by the Wood Elves lying somewhere in the Velt's eastern borders. As the middle sibling, as his parents grew older, Irian was given a lot of privilege when it comes to social standings. He was not groomed into being head of family, nor was he living in the shadows of any siblings. He was his own person, and that allowed him to pursue his career as a forest watcher as soon as he matured.

Being forest watchers, his role was to keep eyes on any unwanted visitors, whether that be Veltians or Ithilianes, or even other creatures who wandered their ways into the elve's sights. Being a distinct and integral position for an elf to be in, Irian was taught pretty much everything an elf was supposed to be taught: hunting, survival skills and archery. And he surely did prove himself to be both an accurate shot and a fast one, though it's not always both. While it was important work, the remote position of his settlement did make jobs quite simple for the first few years. However, that was about to change.

The brewing cold war between Velt and Ithillin were slowly creeping up to the elves, who were caught in between both sides. Border skirmishes became more common, and forest watchers like Irians found themselves in incredibly tenuous position of possibly starting conflicts between the elves and the kingdoms, which they stood no chance against, or between those two kingdoms with each other, which would still result in the elves getting roped in nonetheless. The tension could no longer be ignored when a particularly aggressive Ithillin patrols open fired on the forest watchers, which led to a firefight that lasted for hours between the soldiers. The superior archery and home terrain of the elves drove the Ithilianes back, but this victory would not mean much, as the elf leaders feared retaliations from the Ithilianes. Seeing that playing both sides in the conflict would lead the elves nowhere but misery and destruction, they decided to cooperate with the Veltian, who were friendlier to them to begin with. Irian, also having understood the current climate his city found themselves in, volunteered to join the Hraesleg Lions, a growing authority in the borderlands, hoping they would be willing to protect the elves if war breaks out.

Equipment:
Being a forest ranger, Irian possesses and is very familiar with his bow, in which he takes very rigorous care of to make sure his every shot still rings true. Aside from that, he is also equipped with a short sword for any melee combat situations. His relatively standard armor is received more recently due to his employment in the Hraesleg Lions, having a more all-rounded combat role rather than forest watchers.

Skills:
Irian is a highly skilled bow users, well-trained in elfen archery, with shots so accurate it could be measured with a gold coin. In need of a target disposed from afar, Irian is the right person for that task. Despite that, being more open to other forms of archery, Irian is also trained in a more high-speed, medium-ranged styled archery that seeks to loose as many arrows as possible onto the enemy. Irian is also adequately trained on anemo magic, mostly to be chanted into his equipment, increasing the power, range or piercing capabilities of his bow/arrow, or in some niche cases allowing him to bend the trajectory of his projectiles slightly, albeit it would need to be premeditated. He is also able to hold his own in melee, but don't expect any miracles from it.

[User]
Lirrah had been hoping for a little more fanfare, a heartfelt declaration of protection, or even a mention of how cute and amazing she was and what a pleasure it would be to defend her. She had no right to expect it, of course. Not from someone of Velvetica's stature (social), in particular. Still, it was something. She smiled happily, her expression conveying that Velvetica's response was as pleasing to Lirrah as she could possibly have imagined.

All Lirrah really needed was Velvetica's word to do her best to protect her. Velvetica seemed the sort to put a lot of stock in verbal contracts (you shouldn't), and it would have been as good as the ink it wasn't written in that Lirrah would come back virtually unscathed. Well, she supposed it was hard to promise such things in times like these. Still, she was not expecting to be part of the battle plan. It was almost flattering, being treated as a mercenary asset. Like she was a real knight or something.

But real knights got killed.

Her eyes drifted to Guillaume once more, who was ecstatically hobnobbing with perhaps two of the most important and dour gentlemen she had been apprised of in the whole camp. How did a man that seemingly naïve survive this long? Perhaps she would have back row seats. Anyways, if she was on good terms with the knight, and he was on good terms with Cadmon, there may be some business prospects there.

Still, the business at hand was surviving. Lirrah gave Velvetica a polite curtsey, and smiled brightly.

"Thank you, lady Hraesleg. I will look out for any dangers that may come our way, and do my utmost with my meager compat abilities. Oh, and please feel free to stop py my tent more often! You have a standing 10% off 'Saving My Life' discount on any items you desire! I can get anything you want, lady Hraesleg. Anything."

Lirrah turned to the bowman next to her, who had asked about the battle plan. She supposed she would be grouped with him soon, and Lirrah hadn't had much of a chance to interact with many Elves. They seemed to be rather reclusive here, and borderline nonexistent back home. All she knew was that they apparently lived for a very long time. Maybe some of them had a lot of savings squirreled away, though she wouldn't assume. Either way, he was pretty and had a sort of austere regality to him.

Then again, a lot of the Lions were pretty. You wouldn't think it, but Ila-Nem were they pretty. Of course, Lirrah knew she was the cutest and prettiest, but a more insecure type would probably be grinding her teeth looking at everyone.

Well, maybe she felt a little threatened.

She smiled up at the archer and gave him a wink.

"My, you look tall and strong! I'm sure I'll feel safe with a reliable gentleman like yourself," Lirrah sang, pouring on the charm like strawberry jam on a dry biscuit, "Let's protect each other out there, shall we? I look forward to working together~"

What Lirrah meant by this, of course, was that the taller and stronger combatant should take some responsibility for protecting the shorter, weaker one. The way she said it, however, made it seem almost like an equal partnership. A joint business venture in which they'd both gleefully profit, when the reality was that she'd want Irian to do most of the tough work while she languished upon her own timidity and reaped rewards.

[Assistant]
"So they aren't using the corpses in raids. If I was a betting man, I'd wager they are throwing bodies at whatever they are looking for. Dead don't get tired, far as I assume."

Urden was considering the brief so far, and the plan was quite the simple one, which left little to go wrong. Bait an ambush from the necromancer's minions, slaughter enough of them to route, and pursue them into whatever camp and holes they hid in. From there? Butcher them all, ideally with the necromancer long dead to an assassin's blade. Sounded like a good night's work to him, regardless of the damn fool nature of bringing a merchant along. It would end up selling the illusion of not being a trap, after all, who would bring a merchant along for an intended assault? Still, back with the archers was safe, plenty of time to run if things went truly sideways. Well, least as far as those short legs could manage. Reasonable enough plan, hell, if it all went smoothly he'd get his pay today without having to hack apart the too many corpses, into enough pieces they stopped fighting back. He knew he would be in the frontline crush of the fight, which suited him just fine. No hazard pay would be present, not with work like this, but it was the best place to find it all the same.

"So, any chance we'll have a rough idea where their attack will come from Boss? I figure we'll want the vanguard folks like me ready and waiting to meet the raid with extreme violence."

Odds were they would have a fair spread of the best of the best throughout the lead elements, to hold the line against the raid as it came in on the bait convoy, but Urden had a feeling there would be need for his special brand of axe work. Holding long enough for the ambush to play out proper was what would be needed. The mercenary had gotten back on his feet to look over the map and plan, speaking to the princess in a fairly cavalier manner compared to some, though he always addressed his employers as Boss, it was just the nature of things. At the moment he hadn't much else to say to the others present so far, fortunately the merchant wasn't going to need an escort. That would have been an easy job though, stand back and hack down anything lucky enough to get close to the archers and merchant. Wouldn't have gotten him anywhere quick though, all the more reason to stay at the front where he worked best. Still, that all depended on what the Princess had to say.


[System]
Themes
Hysteria-Nano
Fine on the Outside

Status
A Phoenix Wing Member. Has Second Origin Unlocked. Emotionally unstable.
Age
19

Birthday:
July 30

Magic
Transformation Magic- Karn has the ability to transform into any living creature be it beast or human as long as he has seen it. The bigger and more powerful the transformation is, the more magic it uses.

It is a powerful magic that comes with a high risk. If the user should get too stressed out, feel a abundant amount of negative dark feelings such as doubt, low self esteem or confidence, and most of all fear while in another form. This risks losing their normal self to the one they currently are in. Acting to what the user believed the transformation would act. For example, a cat. A cat would meow and not talk, eat fish and chase mice and sleep quite a bit during the day. All the user would act like, believing he was just a cat. The user uses up all of their magic, staying transformed until the magic is out. This of course, can lead to death due to a Mage's life force connected with their magic.

Eastern Chimera Slayer Magic- Eastern Chimera Magic utilizes the power of Solarlight Fire, using the sun's light as energy. It consists of very hot fire attacks based on the sun's core to make scorching attacks. Users can eat fire to gain strength, but this is most effective during sunlight. Fire is still edible during dark, but not too effective as a energy source. Fire and light attacks are not effective against this user.

Eastern Chimera Roar: A powerful breath attack that unleashes a destructive blast of golden flames, burning and penetrating anything in its path with destructive force.

Eastern Chimera Solar Claw: Hands/paws are encased with golden flames to shape giant claws and strike at foes in a melee offense.

Eastern Chimera Golden Flame Armor: The body is encased in golden flames in order to create a sort of offensive barrier that burns those that touches it.

Eastern Chimera Healing Tongue: Using the light in order to heal physical injuries with the tongue and seal a ally's wound.

Eastern Chimera Fist: Encases the user's hand in golden flame to increase punching attack.

Eastern Chimera Bite: The user's mouth emits golden flames, creating golden flame fangs and making a powerful crunching motion to the opponent.

Eastern Chimera Tail Slam: Golden Flames shape a Eastern Chimera tail to slam against opponents. Stretching out to increase range.

Eastern Chimera Explosion: Fire erupts from the body like a bomb, causing a explosion of flame in a area of effect attack.

Regular Transformations

Karn's currently most powerful form. Being both a powerhouse and a speedy creature. With deadly claws, fangs and horns. It has a tough hide, and heals faster then average forms. Karn is able to keep this form for a week straight without battle.

A large venomous snake that is large enough and big enough to wrap itself around a human. It's poison can be deadly if not properly treated. Though the antidote is commonly known for this type of snake. It also secretes a paralyzing venom that is temporary, length depends on the person's body. Karn can last two weeks in this form.

Not necessarily a strong creature, being a regular house cat, but a few scratches still doesn't feel good! Plus it's adorable and Karn often likes being it since it does not require as much magical energy. Karn can last a month in this form or any small form.

Also not necessarily a strong creature and is more used as a resting form for the user. A sub species of the Eastern Chimera. This is one form that does not hinder the user by using up magic. Used to help heal and rest magical energy. It's pretty small, about the size of a cat with a long tail like the Eastern Chimera. It can breathe a puff of golden solar flame, fly, and climb but is otherwise pretty useless in a fight.

Pegasus's are known to be fast rideable flyers, big enough to fly with two people. They are not real fighters, having very little to defend themselves. Still they are both fleet footed on land and in the sky. Making a excellent way of travel. So Karn doesn't usually transform into it unless he needs to get somewhere. Karn can last two weeks in this form.

Magic Level
A

History
Karn grew up in a fairly small eastern town, he had loving parents and a elder brother. However, at the age of six, his mother had gotten caught in a storm during a fishing trip she took him on, inevitebly drowning to her death. He had barely survived the incident. When his father realized what happened, he became depressed and started to drink more. Karn's elder brother had to work hard in order to keep them fed. Their father was a bad alcoholic, and took out his frustrations on Karn, blaming him for his mother's death and ended up doing quite a bit of horrific things a parent can do to a child. Karn's elder brother ignored him, wanting no part in his younger brother's or was simply too busy to pay any mind to anything.

At the age of ten, Karn discovered his magical ability when he accidentally changed into a cat in order to get away from his father. When his father discovered such a ability, Karn was disowned and kicked out of the house, raving about how his magic proved he was a devil's child that only killed and destroyed. He wandered the lands for around a month before bumping into a guild wizard who happened to have transformation magic. Since his mother died, Karn hadn't smiled so big after meeting his Master, Rian. A powerful woman who treated her pupil like a son. For years he trained under her, while listening her tales on guild life and how it was like a real family. Karn craved such a livelihood, and after his master mysteriously disappeared, he continued traveling the land in order to search for her and join a guild he can call a home.

Personality
Karn is a pretty carefree fun loving girlish man. He honestly could be mistaken either gender due to his pretty looks. Although unexpectedly, he seems to rather enjoy playing either role. He's pretty playful and often a curious sort who ends up getting into a bit of trouble on his own. He revels in making friends and attempting to please others to the best of his abilities. He's a bit immature and acts just like a child, while being a bit directionally challenged, but when push comes to shove in a serious situation, he will fight for his friends to his grave. He's highly dependent, seeming to favor other words highly and gets lonely easily. He also trusts easily, which can lead into him being take advantage of. Karn also has several animal like habits. Like licking himself, sniffing things, playing with yarn balls, and other things.

Team Members
Trinity?

Three Strengths
1. His Chimera form has a tough hide, strength and speed.
2. He's friendly and kind hearted.
3. Brave(except with water) and loyal in and out of battle.

Three Weaknesses
1. He has a terrifying fear of water. Of any kind.
2. Tends not to be much of a thinker and often thinks of others before himself.
3. His Father.

Greatest Love
Watermelon and cute fluffy animals.

Motivation
Friendship

Stands around 5'0 and his build seems fairly lean and small though he has a pretty toned body due to his years of training. Though he's usually still mistaken as girlish sometimes. His Guildmark is a teal color and on the left side of his neck. Wears usually raggedy clothes of a holed up black jacket, grey shirt, and black pants.

Additional Details

- He doesn't enjoy transforming into bugs. Finding the experience weird and freaky.

- Be it oceans, rivers, lakes, rain, or a glass of water... Karn will freak out.

- He seems to enjoy dancing, singing and cross dressing.

- He dreams of seeing a dragon so he can transform into one.

- He's a pretty good tracker, and utilizes his animal form's senses well.

- He can actually cook pretty well.

[User]
Edolas

"Earth Land...?" Edo-Trinity blinked at the woman before turning to Edo-Karn. "Isn't that... redundant?" The dancer pondered it for a moment before deciding it didn't really matter. Edo-Sasha showed up just about then, and she turned her attention to greet her... and ogle her a little bit, in that dress. "Heeey sexy." She grinned and waved before turning back to her snuggles.

"My ass. Hehehe." She smirked and gave Edo-Karn a slap and light squeeze. But, ahg, back to this... lady.

"... So, what have you been waiting for, anyway? Crazy alien lady."

[Assistant]
Beatrix crossed her arms, clearly flustered. "I swear I will break all three of you..." she grumbled, making a light hop and landing on the ground in front of them. "I can hear you all perfectly clearly, ya know." It took her a moment, but she soon picked up what they were talking about. "Edolas..." Beatrix brought her palm to her face, scowling and shaking her head.

"They sent me to another world." She brought her hands back to her side and took a deep breath, serving as a method of calming herself down. "Bastards." Trinity spoke up, asking her what it was she was waiting years for. Beatrix walked closer to the woman, getting uncomfortably close to her face. "I was waiting to kill the bastard who murdered my father, my friends, and my life." Her tone was threatening, but unlike her earlier threats there seemed to be a more deadly sound to her voice.

With that, she leaned back and gave Trinity her personal space again. "So now I know what's going on," she began. "First off." Now Beatrix pointed at the Sasha before her. "The you I met in Earthland was a total bitch." The final insult was out of her system and she brought her hand to her hip. "Secondly, it seems that I'm trapped in your world and can't even use my magic. I need to find a way back to Earthland... Somehow..."

[User]
Edo-Sasha, Locaton: Edolas

Edo-Sasha smiled at Edo-Trinity, amused, as she always was, by her behavior. She watched as the Earthland lady appeared to have a little break down, and as she got close to her, and said something about the Sasha she had already met being a bitch, Edo-Sasha just smiled, and said "a total bitch? That's good then. I'd expect nothing less from my other self, and if she disliked you, then she must have had a good reason for it. Pity. Seems like I dislike you too, Weirdo."

She smiled, and chuckled, turning away, clearly dismissing Beatrix. "I ran into Jarvis on my way back, and he was saying that the Master needs us back in the hall. Something about something, or something a rather, or what not. Something serious" She said conversationally to Edo-Trintiy and Edo-Karn.

The young woman knew that she had a good body, and clearly, this Sasha wasn't afraid of flaunting it, standing easily, and with a confidence that Earthland Sasha didn't have. Certainly she was more confident, and she seemed happy, relaxed, and just...sure of herself.

[Assistant]
Karn
Fiore || Kabo || Outside the Council Building
Interacting: Penny, Jamie
"They were terrifying, way more than what we faced in the Council." Karn joked with a grin as Penny explained what happened moments before.

Thinking a little, Karn pondered if now was a alright time to ask Jamie questions. It didn't seem much was happening on their side of things and the curiousity of the crowd had died a little. Might as well, considering there was little else to do other than the guard duty.

"GM, do you know anyone named Rian Darkwalker? She was the last member of Chimera Flame." Karn asked, his smile disappearing at the serious question.

Edolas

At Edo-Trinity's antics, Edo-Karn grumbled and lightly smacked her handike scolding a child taking something out of the cookie jar. "You behave you bloody flirtatious woman. Or I'll punch you." they said as if scolding their teammate but gave a somewhat amused grin.

Edo-Karn mostly ignored the strange woman's rants and complaints as they thought deeply on the subject. Earthland, it wasn't a common name to talk about really. As Bestrix got close to Trinity, the small blonde stepped in front, staring up at her with calm emerald eyes.

"That's too bad then. Cause whoever that is probably isn't here. Except maybe another version here." Edo-Karn replied in the same nonchalant manner, but still stood there with arms crossed.

They weren't worried over Edo-Sasha, but Edo-Trinity, flirtatious and so out there as she was, wasn't quite the brawler in comparison. At the mention of another Sadha and Edo-Sasha's response, Edo-Karn let out a laugh.

"I'd like to see whose the bigger bitch outta you two. Just imagine, Ice Queen vs Ice Queen. I'd pay money to see that." Edo-Karn grinned before sighing as Edo-Sasha explained about Edo-Jarvis.

With a sigh, Edo-Karn ran a hand through their blonde hair. "Alright, though I would of liked to stay and investigate this. If this crazy lady is actually telling the truth, there are probably more of them. And if they really are from Earthland... Then there is going to be a lot of trouble." They said before the short guild member looked to Beatrix.

"Listen, if your words are actually fact, it will be better if you come with us. Wandering around here, even as a good fighter, without knowledge of this world won't go well. Especially with the capital. Or any others who might find out you actually made it here. But if you don't want to, fine, feel free to wander." Edo-Karn explained and suggested to the stranger before hopping on top of the Legion, who let out a pleasant pleased sound as it was petted by the blonde.

"Come on, we better go before GM has our asses for being late." Edo-Karn said to their teammates.


[System]
Belladonna

---

---

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

---

---

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

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

---

---

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

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

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

Hobbies:* Watching Trashy TV
* Sparring

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

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

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

---

---

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

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

Medical Issues/Injuries
* None

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

---

---

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

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

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

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

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

---

---

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

*By submitting this CS in its completion I am stating I have read all the rules for this Rp and am agreeing to follow them to the fullest with respect and courtesy. I acknowledge that I can and will be removed from the RP without warning if I break a rule or cause problems with my fellow Rpers or the GM.

---

---

Relations

---

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

---

---

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

---

---

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

---

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

---

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

---

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

---

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

---

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

---

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

---

[User]
---

---

⚡John Watts⚡ and 🏹 Arthur Twist 🏹

---

---

Location: Smallville? -> Metropolis?
Skills: Investigation

---

 Watts huffed slightly, having been expecting a little bit more gratitude from Andrew for saving his life. The suit had exploded less than a minute after Watts had phased him out of it. Would Andrew have preferred to still be trapped inside of it, doomed to die? And how was Watts supposed to have stopped it from exploding? It would have exploded whether or not the archer had thrown it at Longshot. At least now Longshot was down and tied up properly by Belladonna. "I saved your life. You're welcome," he told Andrew simply. He held off yelling at him - unlike the others, Andrew had the mind of a child.

 But when it came to Longshot's motivations, he wasn't all that surprised. Watts had seen a lot of horrible kids television shows in his time, especially since his daughter had loved watching them together when she was little. In one of them, he was fairly certain the villain's motivation was that he didn't like exercise. Tormenting kids because they had nothing better to do? It was about par for the course. Lazy writing, sure, but the target audience for this was likely still in diapers. "So he has other playground bullies to summon," Watts observed.

 "Let's get out of here then," Arthur said, his voice filled with determination as he grabbed Longshot by the scruff of his neck. Evelyn had mentioned seeing something in the trees and he dragged Longshot with him in that direction, pausing for a moment as he scanned the trees for anything that resembled a door. For a moment, he didn't see anything at all. Yet he was used to searching for things amongst the trees and he allowed his eyes to relax, letting things blur slightly, and then he saw it - an archway. It was easy to miss, blending in almost entirely.

 He dragged Longshot with him through the archway, assuming that the others would follow almost instantaneously. There was a sudden change in pressure and he glanced around at his surroundings, his eyes narrowed. They were in a large and dark city - technologically advanced from what he could tell compared to what was possible on Earth. His eyes narrowed even more. He hated technology. Watts followed on through a moment later, looking around at the alien world in utter astonishment.

[Assistant]
---

---

Elara

Location: Mojo... world?
Skills: Vertigo Inducement

While Longshot was now unconscious and tied up thanks to Elara's team members, he said nothing about the illusion of Spiral when he regained himself. Elara frowned, but decided to keep it up just in case he noticed her. How did they know that he was the one that Spiral was talking of? What if they were bringing back the wrong person? Spiral definitely wasn't going to be happy.

There was also the problem of Longshot's communicator-watch-thing. Who had he called for? How long would it be until they arrived, and how dangerous would they be compared to Longshot? Elara winced, the shuriken still lodged in her shoulder stinging with every step she took towards the team. She had to get this thing out. Bracing herself, Elara attempted to make her own mind believe that the pain that would ensue when she removed it would not be as strong. She clenched her teeth, gingerly took hold of the blade, and pulled it from her flesh.

The illusion hadn't worked. The pain was strong. Enough to make Elara hiss through her teeth. She had half a mind to throw it right back at Longshot, but instead let it drop to the ground. Her hand then returned to press into the cut. It would stop bleeding soon so it wasn't much concern, but it still stung like a bitch.

Her mind returned to the present problem when the wound stopped throbbing, and she came in just in time to hear Evelyn discover an exit. "Oh, thank god." She muttered before glancing around. "I don't want to know what kind of person this guy hangs around." Andrew took hold of the BEEPhole and began to drag him towards where Evelyn pointed out. Elara didn't waste much time. She immediately followed him and stood back as Andrew took the lead through the hidden door and then Watts too. Taking a deep breath to summon her courage, Elara slowly stepped through the arch.

Her feet felt solid ground beneath her instead of grass. The smell of a city hit her nostrils, but the sight of it was much different than any city she'd seen before. It felt like New York City, but it looked much more technologically advanced. Enough to convince her that they were on an alien planet. Were they out of the show? Was this the world they were taken to before they'd been turned into children? She looked down at herself, and frowned when she realized she was still a young girl. When she looked back up, she realized that she was still creating the illusion of Spiral. At least if Lancelot reacted, they'd know if they'd really gotten the job done.

"Do you recognize that woman, asshat?" She asked, happy to hear herself curse again as she pointed towards the illusion of Spiral. At least cursing proved that they were out of the reality TV dimension. Now she just needed Longshot to explain himself, or regain his memory of his past life before Spiral actually returned.


[System]
Age: 16

Gender: Male

Appearance:

Home:
South Carolina Area

Skills:
Barter
Sneak
Guns
Lockpicking
Swimming

Background:
Patrick's parents are treasure hunters, they travel around the Carolina's at the first rumor of a store of valuable Pre-War goodies. Patrick grew up traveling from place to place learning how to get into locked storerooms, sneaking past bandits, and arguing with town merchants over the price of goods. Recently, his parents caught wind of a hidden armory in the north and set off to find it. Patrick was sick at the time and was forced to stay back in a small town down south. Patrick recovered, but after a month had gone by his parents had not returned. During that time, Achilles wandered into town. Patrick was impressed with this wanderer and demanded to be taken as his assistant. Achilles refused at first, but Patrick simply began following him in his journeys (leaving a note for his absent parents) and eventually Achilles took him under his wing. Achilles began to teach Patrick how to use a gun to defend himself on their travels and oddjobs.

Equipment:
Roving Trader Outfit- Patrick is constantly picking up pieces of scrap or interesting pre-war goods so the number of pockets is perfect for carrying all his goods.
Varmint Rifle- A common rifle with plentiful ammo.
Stimpack x2
Pork n Beans x3
Bobby Pin x10- One is Patricks favorite hidden in his sock that he calls "Lucky Joe"
Water Canteen- currently filled with purified water
Rebreather- his parents found this and gave it to him. He uses it to explore underwater sunken ships for scavengable goods
Bottlecaps x100

Other: Patrick has a harmonica in excellent condition. It was his first real treasure and he has taught himself to play. He takes care of it constantly usually absentmindedly cleaning when he has some downtime.

[User]
Achilles, still drinking at the bar, interjected gently.

"I don't know much; you said a lot of things. But I know if the turrets fail there will still be hard men ready to defend the community. As many as there are ready to knock it down, hopefully. This morning the Sheriff got a nice pile'f guns for his deputies to sling. Ammo for days too.

"Guess you aren't local, don't know me. Used to be on th'other side. Wouldn'ta switched if I didn't reckon the community way was better."

He shrugged as if it was of little consequence to him. He had chosen his side, it was this fellow's right to do the same.

[Assistant]
Albus nodded. It was true that the sheriff's men had guns and could use them.

"You're right, of course. In the short term, the town will be safe from most threats. However, I am not talking about the short term."

Albus stood up, and plumbed his memory for stories and anecdotes. One in particular shone very brightly. His teeth gleamed as he smiled at Achilles.

"Have you ever been to Arizona, friend? My father once encountered a city of lights and industry. Mesa, a land of milk and honey for many men living in the area. Mesa was virtually impregnable to raiders. Turrets, lasers, grenades-- they had it all! They had defended themselves for decades, but had grown to depend on their irreplaceable technology. The men, not needing their guns for anything but sport and hunting, didn't bother to learn how to shoot-- the turrets did that for them! The security council, armed with lasers and trained to use only the finest in weapon repair tools and medicine-- they didn't bother to learn how to make herbal remedies or improvise weapons! The small bands of raiders that plagued them earlier now didn't bother to come at all! Life for them was as simple and carefree as a babe in the cradle!"

Albus' tone became grimmer.

"Of course, where do you think those raiders went? They banded together-- grew powerful and cunning. Overwhelming defense can only be met with overwhelming force. They bombed supply caravans, burned and salted farms, instigated terror across the community wherever they could get in! The people of Mesa grew terrified, and eventually collapsed into civil war. Those few that survived were picked off and enslaved. Met with an impenetrable fortress, these raiders undermined and corrupted-- and the city's people were not hardened enough to cope."

Albus decided to leave out the parts where Caesar's Legion rolled through, enslaved the raider tribes, and assimilated the remaining survivors into the Legion. It would put somewhat of a strain on his point.

"We need to ensure that our defenses are only capable of just barely exceeding the current threat, and that all of us are prepared for the worst-case scenario. Otherwise, we'll grow soft in our cradles, and be destroyed when that cradle falls!"

[User]
Davis disappeared into the back shaking his head, off to get something. Jack sighed. "I'm tracking the BoS, I did manage to contact their D.C. headquarters and they said that they would organize an expedition down when they could. I'm sure there are some around hiding from the Enclave however." He told him then looked down. "I can take you to my vault but it's... It's empty." He turned back looking at the doorway.

Davis returned with a large crate setting it down on the table he pulled out five books. "These are books, on everything from math to how build and repair mark seven turrets. I've payed scavengers to look for years and never found this many. The vault dweller here gave half his vaults books to help us start a school, we might not be self sufficient now but once we get things going were going to be able to repair and build what we need ourselves." He smiled opening a copy of Hamlet.

Jack nodded. "My vault was built on science, we had a thousand of the leading minds at the time of the war and we made incredible progress. Our vault was also stocked with a abundance of reading materiel and old world music. Music went to Three Dog upstairs and Davis got the books in exchange I never pay for a room and board." He said nodding to Achilles. "Alright lets go back to the vault, we can-"

Jack heard a sound that haunted his dreams, the sound of verti-birds. "Oh god damn them! Davis lock up the bar tell the sheriff to get everyone inside. Shit! Okay we need to lead them away from town if not then the people here are dead." Jack thought a moment.

"Okay here's the plan we slip out the back gate and I'll rig a plasma grenade into the verti-bird send it sky high then we open fire and lure them away from town. By the time they get back the sheriff can have the turrets up and arm his deputies. Enclave will turn back if there to heavily armed will buy them about a week or two." He said walking back towards the door. "If your coming with me now's the time other wise stay here and prepare to greet your new overlords." He spat Davis hiding the crate of books and clutching his .45 with a white knuckle grip.

[Assistant]
Albus stared daggers at Jack. This moron had led the Enclave right to them!

"Looks like I was right, Vault Dweller. The town is doomed, one way or another. However, I will do my best to keep them busy while you escalate things. I'll go talk to them, and keep them distracted."

Moving quickly, Albus sprinted out the Radiation Roost and towards the town's front gate. In no time at all, he was out the front gate and in front of the set of Vertibirds that were just now touching down. This was going to be a rough day.

[User] Eight fully armored Enclave soldiers stepped off as two of the Verti-birds took off flying back towards the direction they'd come from. An officer and the pilot stepped off the remaining aircraft. The officer looked at Albus shaking his head. He cleared his voice and spoke. "My name is Lieutenant Parker and I am here to inspect your... Town and collect all weapons from the townsfolk. The Enclave will protect you now you'll have no need for guns or weapons of any sort." The officer said staring as Albus. "Now what's your name you mutated unkempt excuse for a civilian.

[Assistant]
"Do your country proud, sir. Though, for the record, institutionalisation is the keystone to civilisation! You don't seriously think you'd get anywhere in this anarchic post-nuclear dump, do you? No."

Gov. saw fit to give one of his tactless lectures once again once the bearded man started sounding all Anarchist. Gov. had scanned the Federal history records, and he knew perfectly well that Anarchists were just as bad as Communists. They wanted to tear down civilisation and indulge in a place where the brainless brutes lord over everyone else. Seemed like they'd be right at home here. He had estimated this man wasn't a real Anarchist, though. He was far too intelligent and pacifistic for that.

It was barely five minutes later, once the bearded man had disappeared, that their quarry showed up outside the building, with his ridiculous blue-and-yellow suit.

"YOU!" Gov. turned to him soon after he appeared, blabbering away like a teenager at the Knight fellow. "How dare you sass this man! He is badly-equipped, that is for certain, but from the information available to me, he fights for justice! Not like you, you society-disrupting, communal-farm-running, officer-purging, monarchy-overthrowing, vodka-drinking-"

As he was busy ranting at the cocksure fellow, the Vault dweller uttered some eldritch words. Programming codes. They pierced straight through his auditory sensors and spread throughout his neural network, shutting off his voice synthesiser in mid-sentence and sending him to self-regulation mode. He went stiff, the lights on his head turning red and his arms drooping to the floor.

"Processing..." He 'said' in a monotone voice, a long pause and some loud clicks and whirrs following.

"C-c-codes recognised."

Under normal circumstances, this would be the point where his programming would reformat itself, but it seemed that some higher programming, embedded deep within him, deeper than any scavenger had dug, intervened and blocked it from proceeding.

"...Reformat blocked. C-c-codes overruled. Level insufficient. Cover code not found. Rebooting."

This was followed by even more clicks and whirrs, and then quite a loud tumbling noise within his chassis. His condition returned to normal with a 'brrrrrrrrrreeeee'.

"...Hmm? What the hell just happened?!"

By the time he regained his senses, the man... whoever he was... had disappeared, and more worryingly, there was the sound of helicopters. There was only one group he had encountered since he was first rebooted that had access to those...

"...Wait. Impostors! Impostors detected!"

[User]
Albus shook his head.

"I can't do that, sir. There's a raider attack just on the horizon. I'd watch my back if I were you. Those raiders like to sneak into our homes and plant bombs, you know!"

"If you help us defend against these Raiders, we'll gladly give up our weapons!"

[Assistant] Samuel crouched low, walking behind Jack. Though he did not like this brat who dismissed the concerns of others out of hand, impersonated military personnel, and seemed to think he was the hottest shit this side of Tornado Alley. But it seemed the shitter was the only one who could stop the Enclave's vertibird. So the knight followed, and turned on the tesla bat just in case it came to the worst.

[User]
Achilles peaked out the window as the Vault Dweller reacted to the sounds of some sort of aircraft. He was stunned for a moment, having never seen a working flying machine. Out popped a cadre of heavily armored soldiers. This was not the sort of people that he wanted around, and he already knew that.

Achilles left the still-unfixed machine pistol on the counter top, and checked his gear as quickly as possible. He had fifteen armor piercing rounds. They were rare, he had been saving them for exactly this sort of thing. He loaded eight into his trail carbine and handed it to Patrick.

"Full magazine, don't waste it. Only fire if I start, don't get caught. If I die, surrender." This was different from his usual instructions, it was clear he took this more seriously than raiders.

As he spoke he was loading six of the piercers into his revolver. He tossed the extra one to Patrick. "I won't have time to reload. Here's some normals, but they won't do any good. Try to hit joints," he didn't honestly have much faith in the kid's marksmanship, but if he was going to be up front he wanted someone getting his back.

Finally, Achilles unbelted his normal holster and shoved his revolver into the hidden shoulder holster. He walked out to follow Albus. When shit hit the fan, he hoped to keep the bearded weirdo alive.

He walked up behind Albus, apparently an unarmed citizen.

"It's a wild land, you can't ask us to just drop our guns. 'Sides, don't that violate some kind of constituation here in America?"

[Assistant]
Patrick took the guns and bullet with silent nod. Achilles only looked like this when things were about to get very serious and very deadly. He moved back behind the bar, checking over the gun in his hands, taking these few precious moments to familiarize himself with the weapon. He stored the extra bullet in one of his front vest pockets where he could get to it easily. He moved his head back up over the bar.

"Achilles, be careful. Don't you dare go getting hurt on me." Achilles was standing in front of the argumentative civilian, attempting to protect him of course. Patrick hadn't paid too much attention to the man, he had been distracted by the strange sounds he had been hearing coming from outside the bar. He had never even seen a Vertibird from a distance let alone heard one before, so despite hearing its approach before the others seemed to have heard it, he was too confused to let out any sort of warning. He took some deep breathes to calm himself as the Enclave soldiers approached.


[System]
MPD:

Chester Jonas portrayed by @Enalais
Samantha Wiles portrayed by @Tackytaff

Para Protection Society

Robert Winters portrayed by @King Cosmos

Unaligned:

William Locke portrayed by @Sep
Tamara Jankowski portrayed by @Starlance
Adrian Romano as portrayed by @Lord of Evil
Owen Armstrong portrayed by @Heat
White Rabbit portrayed by @GingerBoi123
Holly Farstel portrayed by @Datadogie
Morrigan O'Connor portrayed by @GrizzTheMauler

---

---

IMPORTANT NPCS

---

---

None.

Yay.

[User]
DERELICT BUILDING // CITY SLUMS

William sat up gasping as if it was he was tasting air for the first time. His entire body burned, every movement ached as he sat up. The smell hit him and his face curled up in disgust, even that hurt. He raised his hands to his face, covering them in the dim light. His hands reaching his forehead he pushed them up higher, wincing as the pain of the bumps over his hands and scalp virtually caught fire due to the contact. All his hair was gone, turns out his body couldn't handle putting out that kind of power. He fell back against the ground, wincing in the pain. He was still tired, so very tired. He felt like had run two consecutive marathons while carrying five of himself on his back. He took in a breath, allowing his chest to rise and fall naturally. Ignoring the pain that encompassed his entire body. Then he sat back up, seeing the shadowy creature and the man that looked like some kind of noir-homeless man he turned his body to a more defensible position.

Lighting a fire in the palm of his hand, casting light throughout the room. Which was where he noticed that the clothes he was wearing was not in fact the prison jumpsuit he had been wearing prior to the escape attempt. "Who the hell are you guys? What am I doing here?"

[Assistant]
While Taylor's wariness towards this new parahuman had not diminished, its attention was immediately captured by William stirring just behind it. Taylor turned to the side, focusing most of its glowing eyes onto William, though it kept tabs on the other being with two of its smaller eyes. It was overjoyed to see him moving and conscious, even if he was still obviously weakened. Being conscious made his chances seem so much better. "William, you're awake!" Taylor exclaimed. They had not seen one another at any point before the escape, but Taylor's eerie, echoing voice was unmistakable, and unforgettable.

Taylor stepped forward, looming over William's makeshift bedding. "I should not have doubted you, your plan worked! You filled me with strength until I was overflowing; even Lorne's cages could not hold me. I brought you with me, brought you here. I was not going to leave you behind after what you did. You were so weak...I thought you might have given your life for me. But you live, and we are free. You...liberated me from my torture, released me to the city. I am free to live as I please, go where I please, consume as I please, and you are responsible for it all."

There was little about Taylor's form that could show the emotions it felt, but it still felt them strongly. It would have been in tears, were that possible for it any longer. However, that did not stop Taylor from leaning down to express its gratitude with an enthusiastic hug. Its body was certainly solid, and did feel solid to the touch, but it also was constantly moving, pulsating, and flowing like some sort of living liquid. It was also, at the moment, fairly hot to the touch. "Thank you." It added.

[User]
"You're in the back streets of Marlon, William." The Ratman told the man. "As for me, just call me the Ratman..."
He trailed off as the creature embraced William. He stood quietly, thinking about the facts he'd established so far. It had appeared to this being as well. It was not a coincidence, then, that the creature before him had broken free from the tower. The screen ghost appeared to be a being of significant power, judging by its ability to simply manifest an escape route out of the tower, but why had it done so? For what purpose?

The Ratman sighed quietly, and raised its voice to get the pair's attention.
"That ghost, as you put it. There won't be many in Marlon who don't know of it. Just a little while ago, it took over every screen in the city." He said to the being. "It only had one message. 'You are not alone'. What did it say to you?"

[Assistant]
The woman on the screen was a master of her craft, someone well trained in the art of public relations. Her voice was soothing and reassuring while her tone held just the right amount of professionalism and confidence to add weight to her message. Her appearance was the same, mixing the straight backed posture and uniform of someone with authority with the comforting smile of someone who was on your side and had your best interests at heart. It was a tough balancing act to show both warmth and strength at the same time, to show people you were strong enough to protect them without that same strength being intimidating, but Lorne's marketing and PR departments were good enough to make it work.

Show the public chaos and destruction, and then show them the calm and resilient face of Lorne who would stand against the chaos. Make sure to acknowledge the unfortunate accident but neglect to mention just whose tower it was that blew up. Paint Parahumans as deadly and dangerous, people who use their powers for evil, so that of course the Lorne Corporation they so unfairly blame for everything must be the good guys. And if you're not one of those evil, dangerous Parahumans then you must be on Lorne's side, right? Which means you'll visit one of their rehabilitation centres, right?

And if that didn't work then tell them they were all going to fucking die if they didn't.

"Well that's the biggest load of bullshit I've heard in years." Robert was well acquainted with Lorne's particular brand of bullshit, having been force-fed it by the shovel load when his factory was taken over by Lorne suits. They'd refined it somewhat over the decades but it still smelt the same, which made it all the more frustrating when people bought into it. At least now he knew what he and his followers would be doing this Saturday; that drop-in clinic was the perfect opportunity to disrupt Lorne's attempt to round up the cities Parahumans.

And every Parahuman they could keep out of Lorne's grasp was a victory in Robert's book; which, as it happened, was why he was here in the first place. The screen he was watching Lorne's announcement on was not the small monitor in the lounge of his headquarters, but a large public display meant to show advertisements or breaking news depending on which was more important at the time. A couple blocks down the street was a diner, mangled and deformed by some unknown phenomenon and since these days 'unknown phenomenon' meant 'Parahuman', Robert was interested.

The police were interested too, which was why he was standing two blocks away instead of somewhere he could get a closer look. Whatever had happened in that diner was bad enough that it left a bodycount, so the police and Lorne had an excuse to go all out in trying to apprehend them; a half dozen patrol cars and a couple of SWAT vans could be seen blocking the street from where he was, armed and armoured officers along with a number of those faceless mechs keeping a watchful eye on the crowds. Whoever this Parahuman was he was powerful and possibly unstable, which meant it was imperative that the PPS find them before the police did, or Lorne would make sure they disappeared forever.

Robert began walking towards the diner, risking being seen by the police or their drones so he could attempt to find some sort of clue as to where the Parahuman had gone to.

[User]
Darkspire sat on the edge of the building, looking out upon the city. It held an eerie beauty at night in this sector. The perfect scene for a story set in a post apocalypse era. She snorted as that's exactly what she had lived through. She had spent the better half of a decade studying the realm of theoretical science, and proving theories. The change didn't effect her as much anymore, leaving a quiet sadness about her. Darkspire, no, Morrigan herself, stood on a knife's edge. A delicate balance between her dual identities.

Morrigan O'Connor, up and coming Physicist working at one of the most prestigious Universities in the States. Married to a man who was well known in the Military circuits of the city. And at night, she became Darkspire, rogue parahuman who constantly tripped over Lorne's affairs. She had very few allies and hoped that at least tonight she'd come up with something.

A flicker brought her attention to the room and she entered, noting that there was another man inside. She eyed him cautiously and looked to see Taylor hugging William. "Good. You are awake." She nodded, settling herself on a levitated rock. "I have a few questions for the pair of you... As it seems that three of the four of us are among the highest ranked threats to Lorne." She spat out their name, scowling. "And I find myself in need of assistance and allies. If you haven't heard already, Lorne will be stepping up their attempts to... Correct their mistake."

[Assistant]
DERELICT BUILDING // CITY SLUMS

William flinched slightly as 'Taylor' hugged him. Wincing as the contact aggravated his burns, pulling back. "Okaaaay, you're not what I was expecting-" He eyed the creature up and down "-though to be honest I wasn't sure what I was expecting, red cape?" He laughed slightly before coughing, he raised his hand to his mouth to block the cough. On removing his hand he noticed blood on his hand, without showing that side of his hand to anyone in the room he lowered it again, wiping it on his clothes as it went down.

He looked at the new woman as she entered talking about allies and alliances, the Ratman asking about what information they knew, what was going on. William raised his hands, trying to push himself to his feet before he fell back down. Swearing as he did so.

"Look. I don't know what's going on here, but I've got a pretty full schedule and I'm not really looking at joining no revolution. I already lost everything, I'd rather not lose my life."

---

PENTHOUSE SUITE // LORNE CORPORATE HEADQUARTERS // THE TOWER

"ARTEI. What happened?" The voice of Tiberius Lorne was low, but the anger in his voice was unmistakable. Had ARTEI been a human being it would have most likely flinched. The table below Tiberius lit up as the AI brought up various feeds from throughout the facility.

"All reports indicate that the subject three-one-four used his abilities to fuel subject zero-zero-four who then used the increase in power to break out of containment. From there zero-zero-four carried three-one-four through a direct path and out of the tower. Officers of the MPD responded to the call with Lorne Security Personnel however the subjects were already gone." A scowl crossed Tiberius' face as he watched the images of the subject carrying the naked man out of the facility, burning like a raging hot fire. At least he had an idea.

"Get these images down to broadcasting. Have them set up some fake burns on staff, splice someone else's face over subject three-one-four. Stage a hospital raid and have it air on the evening news. Almost everyone has this city has a cellphone, have them be our eyes and ears. An offer of fifty-thousand dollars for a tip that leads to the capture of this dangerous Parahuman who has taken a poor worker hostage after severely maiming him, when he was close to coming to a cure for its condition."

"Right away sir." There was a buzz at the door, Tiberius looked up. Then back down at the table. "Doctor H.Williamson for you sir."

Tiberius nodded. "Let him in, then sign off."

The table light faded, leaving it looking like a normal, albeit expensive and fancy, table. That said everyone in Lorne knew about ARTEI, it had been Tiberius' Lornes claim to fame within the company. A fully functional A.I, a stripped-down version of it was what the police mechs used. The Doctor walked in, a notepad in hand. He tucked it under his arm as he approached. Tiberius stood and offered his hand, after the formalities were done he signalled for him to take a seat. Hyde was one of Tiberius' most trusted scientists, at the forefront of the Parahuman Crisis and coupled with his wife truly some of his most trusted confidants. His trust for them only grew after what they had done together, and accomplished, after the tower exploded.

"Hyde, if you're here about number four then I'm afraid-" Hyde waved his hand, shrugging it off.

"I'm not, I trust the forces we have in play to track it down and return it to its holding cell. Though I'd stress its importance again, its ability to absorb energy could be vital in resolving this crisis and bringing it back under control."

Tiberius leaned back in his chair, hands clasped on his knees. "Then what are you here about?"

Hyde flipped his clipboard and slid it over to Tiberius. "I've done it, I've figured out a way to detect Parahumans. For now, it should require a very simple patch in the Police Mech targetting software, it won't be long-range but we'll be able to detect them within one hundred feet once the updates are installed. The catch is it'll only work when they're manifesting their abilities." He indicated for the clipboard, Tiberius gave it to him while Hyde flipped it to another page before handing it back. "For a while, we've been noticing weird energy readings around Parahumans when they use their abilities. This energy signature is almost identical, albeit smaller, than that of the Source. The good thing is, we've been able to isolate it from all the background radiation, radio-waves and everything else that goes on in a modern city."

Tiberius looked up. "Can we track then yet?"

Hyde rubbed his hand over his head. "Not quite. We know that Parahumans and the Source are somehow connected, though as of yet we've been unable to find out how. Everything we know about the laws of physics says that it isn't possible, and yet it somehow is. Even study of number one hasn't yielded a lot of results. Though Johnsons team is confident that they're close to a breakthrough in dampening powers with number three." Tiberius smiled as he handed back the clipboard.

"Have your wife prepare a news speech for the clinic on Saturday." He stood up and looked out of the window. "It's time to not just change this city, but to change the world."


[System]
"Hard work beats talent."
Nickname/Alias:
Hino

Gender:
Male

Age and date of birth:
15/December 20th

Age Appearance:
14-15

Sexuality:
Heterosexual

Parents:
Shusuke Hino (Father) & Sachi Hino (Mother)

Length and build:
Average height with teenage-like body; slim yet athletic. 5"8

Weight:
125 Lbs.

Favorite weather and season:
Fall-December; Cold Rain

Village:
Konohagakure

Birthplace:
Konohagakure

Organization:
Shinobi Forces

Clan/Bloodline:
Hino

Rank:
Genin

Chakra Nature:
Lightning

Appearance: Seichi has a regular size build and a height of 5"8. He has thick, black hair which hovers right above his shoulder and piercing blue eyes with an excited and energetic look to them. He also has a mischievous type face and smile which usually gives off the wrong impression to strangers. On his ears he has four piercings, two on top; two on the bottom ear lobe. He is also commonly seen with his signature face marking, a black line that extends from his eyes to ears.

He is commonly wearing his dark-blue jacket open with a fishnet shirt on the inside. He wears at his legs tight ninja joggers, one side taped in bandages, rolled up to above his ankles and black ninja slippers. He wears his headband tied to his right arm. On his arms he wears long black gauntlets that cover the back of his hand.

Personality:
Seichi in most cases is a cool-headed kid. He usually is in thought with himself and if ever in conversation he tends to keep things casual, vaguely expressing his thoughts or emotions. When in intense and/or heated situations he becomes a more exuberant type character. Usually in these cases he is louder and more obnoxious, in some descriptions may be seen as insane as tends to take risky actions. In either cases he's seen neither positive or negative and usually is a fence-sitter on issues.

With others he works hard to always be the peace-maker and only tells people what he feels they need to hear. His parents always taught him to be polite so he in many instances can come off as too easy-going and/or a pushover.

History:Seichi was raised in a basic child-like lifestyle but idolized mainly his father, Shusuke Hino. His father being the only ninja he ever knew and got to talk to regularly. Even at a young age, Seichi would beg his father to train him and even though they were basic routines he valued every minute of it. It was was until his father was unable to continue his Shinobi work due to his near-fatal injury while on an A-Rank Mission. His father, now being unable to do simple tasks, is what pushed Seichi to work even harder and become a Shonibi just like his father was once. As much as his Mother and Father insisted he not pursue something that big, his goal was still set. His drive and enthusiasm is what then led his father to spend most of his time crafting and studying weapons even though he had many handicaps.

"My arms still work! Come on now!" He would always say as he deflected Seichi's kunai attack while sitting. Seichi would later take that skill with him in his Academy days. In the Academy, Seichi was a regular non-standout student. He was not the best, but he was also not the worst. He mainly favored weapon training/classwork/tests and excelled in the area.

Upon finally becoming a Genin, his drive increased and his ambition to be like his father grew too.

youtube.com/watch?v=TRQzLcOKK1I

youtube.com/watch?v=4w8qEmqUBac

youtube.com/watch?v=wqZ5iLOUOGA

Weapons/Items:

Basic Ninja Supplies:
-Shuriken
-Kunai
-Smoke Bombs
-Explosive tags
-etc.

Two Tantos which Seichi favors to use in combat. They are light and easy to carry which give Seichi an advantage when it comes to speed and power. He mainly carries it on one side of his belt.

Skills/Abilities:
Bukijutsu/Shurikenjutsu-Very Good
Taijutsu-Good

Speed/Athleticism-Average
Ninjutsu-Average
Chakra control-Average
Stamina-Below Average

Other Jutsu-Bad
Strategy-Bad

Special traits:
Hino clan is born with moderate levels of chakra but when it battle forcefully use alot of it. Though this makes their jutsus stronger than normal it makes their battle stamina and endurance weaker.

Jutsu:
-All Academy Techniques
Lightning Release: Lightning Rod

Custom Jutsu:

Name of Technique:
Lightning release: Lightning Steel

Type of Jutsu:
Kenjutsu

Rank: C

Range:
Close Range

Nature Type:
Lightning

Handseals:
Dragon, Tiger, Serpant

Description:
Upon contact with any weapon, favorably his own. The metal becomes engulfed with lightning making it look like the metal is lightning itself in a solid form.

Weakness:
Most powerful jutsu in arsenal and only effectively useful once a day. Due to his low chakra levels it only last 3-5 minutes before the lightning disperses.

====================

Name of Technique:
Shuriken Shadow Dance Barrage

Type of Jutsu:
Shurikenjutsu

Rank: D

Range:
Long Range

Nature Type:
None

Handseals:
Serpant, Tiger

Description:
The technique starts Seichi throwing a barrage of Kunai and/or shuriken and depending on which projectiles are off target he is able to use his increased speed of the jutsu to recover the projectile and launch them back correctly. This is effective for fighting those with blind spots because it attacks from most angles.

Weakness:
Heavy Toll on body once complete and lasts until all remaining projectiles have stopped moving.

====================

Name of Technique:
Circuit Clones

Type of Jutsu:
Ninjutsu

Rank: D

Range:
Close

Nature Type:
Lightning

Handseals:
Rat, Dragon, Ram

Description:
Once handseals are done Seichi puts his hand down and creates an eletric current on the ground which then starts to emit clones from their paths. This is mainly a defensive move with about 10-15 clones

Weakness:
Clones cannot move or interact with anything. A simple touch causes them to disperse.

[User]
Seichi, realizing he was still standing up, sat down in a seat nearest to him. He slouched down slighty in his seat still trying to keep a good posture (his mom's lectures flashing through his mind). Seichi silently scanned the Genins making many mental notes in his head about the ones he has seen so far. His eyes shot up when what appeared to be his Sensei finally arrived. Seichi let out internal giggle at the sight of his Sensei. He had an obvious look of laziness but had an aura of confidence you could feel, Seichi found that funny for some reason. He was extra curious as to what he would teach a group so big and diverse.

Seichi listened to his Sensei go talk until a waitress came with a tray of Dango that was quickly subtracted with his Sensei's quick claim of three sticks. Seichi also unable to hold in his hunger grabbed two sticks and gulped down the two simultaneously. He left the sticks protruding from his mouth trying to savor the flavor.

Minutes later more people would arrive, a thin pale girl came who seemed to be familiar with another black haired girl. Seichi scanned the girl noticing her height and making note of it.

Another female had arrived, frail and had a much tanner skin color with dark blonde hair. Seichi smiled slightly just in case he was caught staring at her. He always did have a staring problem which many disliked.

A little later, another scarlet-haired boy had arrived. Seichi nodded back the boys previous acknowledgment.

"What a colorful bunch." Seichi said to himself.

[Assistant]
"Say, how've ya been Asu-chan, I haven't seen you in ages! Woah, look at all these guys you're sitting around with… Looks like you got yourself caught in your own harem, Asuka! Well, I guess that's to be expected coming from a girl like you, you know what I'm saying?" The arrival of the new girl involved quite an entrance and just like Toko, she knew Asuka well. Ironic how the disciplined, quiet and somewhat reserved girl was the centre of the party.

"H-harem...?" Toko blinked a few time and looked around. There was in fact several males there and not nearly as many females, that was an interesting twist. Toko was never one to lay any weight or even notice on a person's gender, but now that that the new girl, Kanon, pointed it out, he could clearly see the picture. Kanon was no new face but she was certainly a new acquaintance. "Uhm, hello, Kanon-San." The boy spoke softly, looking at her with a minimal smile. She was incredibly light hearted and it was rather refreshing, given the incredibly serious atmosphere of a ninja's life, however at times it was hard to follow her jokes.

Toko's circle of thoughts was cut short soon after another person entered the restaurant, Mao-Sensei. Seeing him immediately made the boy's heart drop into a pit in his stomach, eyeing the man who would now be his new teacher. Mao was incredibly different, someone who stuck out from the masses but only when he wanted to. His incredible skill spoke volumes all on its own and it was an honour to be trained by such an amazing ninja. Catching himself blushing with a set of hot cheeks, Toko quickly looked down and remained silent. "What's wrong with me...?" He shook his head slightly, turning his eyes to Mao-Sensei once more as the man continued to speak and ate the sweets. Toko himself had never been much of a fan when it came to sweets, a rather odd and uncommon norm for a boy his age.

Maybe it was just an idolised crush on someone he aspired to surpass one day, someone he truly looked up to, but either way it would cloud the boy's judgement and actions unless he was able to get it under control. "It...is a pleasure to meet you, Mao-Sensei..." He managed, his voice quiet as it usually was but sounded slightly uncertain as well.

[User]
Reiji Saikumo
Reiji gave a nod of acknowledgement as Asuka introduced herself and their other teammate, Taibushi. She seemed she was actively trying to be polite. Given the way the kunoichi held herself she wasn't too thrilled with his late arrival. He couldn't blame her when he'd been more than so. "It's a pleasure to meet you." Reiji smiled. "Likewise. And I promise, this isn't a habit of mine." Suddenly, more people started to show up. It seemed everyone else was as oblivious to this change of pace as he was, including Mao-sensei.

This was turning into a slightly dangerous situation. The more and more fellow shinobi that arrived the more and more rivals presented themselves. Reiji found himself looking forward to the coming days. One of the new arrivals seemed to be familiar with Asuka as well as some of the others to an extent. To be honest when he came to Konoha he didn't bother keeping track of the other students at the academy. He had a lot to keep his thoughts occupied to say the least. Asuka greeted him happily and with enthusiasm--a stark contrast to Reiji's reception--while he introduced himself. "And you as well Seichi-San, Reiji-San, I am happy to finally get the chance to engage in meaningful conversation with you. All of you probably know this already, especially after my good friend Asuka-San's greeting. My name is Toko Ling, the boy who couldn't manage even the simplest of jutsu." Reiji looked over Toko. The boy was small and hardly looked very powerful but considering his familiarity with Asuka he could guess they've trained together several times. After watching her, Toko would have to be quite agile to keep up with her speed. Not to mention... "Couldn't manage the simplest jutsu, huh? If that's the case then you must have some impressive skill to have made it through the academy~" A compliment tinged with Reiji's desire to see what kind of fight Toko could offer but a compliment nonetheless.

As the pattern followed through another new arrival appeared. This time a girl who entered with an abundance of energy and lack of personal space as she clung to the ever-frustrated looking Asuka. Reiji had to admit she was a breath of fresh air. The calm atmosphere was starting to make him restless. "Looks like you got yourself caught in your own harem, Asuka!" The brown haired girl seemed to be enjoying herself greatly as she teased Miss Koizumi. And really Reiji was too. In fact... "A harem? I wouldn't lend myself to such a thing, especially for a girl I've just met..." Placing his hands in his pockets Reiji turned away from the group, going along with the new girl's joke and playing the role of the cold and distant character type within the usual harem. "That's not to say I don't find her a little interesting." He said looking at Asuka from the corner of his eye and with a slight husk to his voice. Probably not the best idea considering he was probably already on the kunoichi's bad side by being late...Reiji just couldn't pass up a good teasing~

[Assistant]
"Whats a harem?" Seichi asked obliviously. He reached for two more sticks of Dango and added on to the collection of sticks that still stuck presently out of his mouth. Seichi knew he was not always the brightest and quickest when it came to scenarios like such but he was always one to ask questions. He tried to fit the context clues together but came up blank.

"Harem...its a jutsu right?"


[System]
Themes:* Aiden's Battle Theme
Nickname:The Raging Blizzard, The True Dragon Slayer

Age:19

Gender:Male

Guild: Wizards of Fiore

Rank: A-rank mage

Personality: Aiden is generally a calm, collected, and ever so slightly cold individual that is always ready to share what's on his mind with sarcastic comments and quick wit. He's sociable enough, though he rarely goes out of his way to introduce himself to most people and generally prefers his own company when something is bothering him. However, despite this calm exterior, the ice is thin in places and when it cracks, you get a taste of his other side, the on that became known as The Raging Blizzard. Aiden is very prideful when it comes to his abilities, and mocking them(whether you are doing it purposefully or not) is one of the ways to almost instantaneously set off his temper, leading to an enraged outburst and the offender being trapped in a block of ice.

History: The circumstances of Aiden's birth are strange and very unethical. The Cross family, once a highly respected and well regarded mage bloodline, had long since fallen from grace and renown. On the brink of winking out of existence as the guild wars broke out, the matriarch of the family, Freya Cross, decided to begin magical experimentation as part of a deal with a dark guild to give them stronger soldiers. Starting with the children currently in development in several of the families women, she began to implant them(and herself) with a species of symbiotic organisms that would attach themselves to the embryo of their children.

The result was of the 20 women who took part in the experiment, only 5 were able to give birth to healthy offspring. The rest were either miscarried or terminated as failure straight right on the spot. Aiden's group, known as the first generation of the Arondight Project, was an attempt to create a form of genetic super-soldiers with a high level of reliability, but of all of them, Aiden was the only who seemed to be with any added traits among the survivors. At age 7, when the others were able to somewhat manipulate their Symbiotes, it was decided that Aiden, while seeming promising at the beginning, was deemed to ultimately be a waste of a resources.

Aiden's family saw him as a failure, casting him out of the family home in the cold, unforgiving mountains that surrounded the estate. Aiden, a child of only 7 years at the time, druddged through the cold, trying his best to find some form of sanctuary. He would have died if he hadn't fallen down a hidden crevice in the mountain. It was a long fall, but he had a lot of nice soft rocks to slow his descent, his durable body allowing him to survive the numerous impacts. Barely conscious, the last thing that Aiden saw before he fainted was a giant Ice blue eye, and within it, his own face. He looked so much like his mother, and it filled him with such anger that even at such a young she he knew what he wanted more than anything else. "I'll kill her" he said, glaring into the giant eye with burning icy blue eyes of his own, "I don't care if it's the last thing I ever do, I swear that she'll die by my own hands" The anger did not leave him, nor did it warm his core with an emotional flame. Instead, he felt a dark chill creep through his veins, a need to wreak havoc and destruction. As he lost consciousness, he felt the monster inside him finally begin to stir. That night, something inside him had awoken, the beginning of his rise. . . and the catalyst of his fall.

When he awoke, he found himself in the middle of a shallow pool of freezing cold water, feeling better than he had ever been before. Getting up, he turned to see a large dragon, with horns and scales the that seemed to be made of solid ice. It was huge, filling up the enormous cavern with ease. The dragon, known as Chronos, told Aiden that he had saved the boy's life, and he expected the boy to repay the favor by seeing to it that the dragon died a noble death in battle, for he was old and fading quickly, not long for this world, at least as far as a dragon is concerned, and he wanted to go about in a blaze of glory and combat. And Aiden, happy to be of use to anybody and for the chance to become stronger, heartily agreed. And so it was that for 11 years he trained with Chronos, learning the Rare Ice dragon slayer magic from the ancient beast. When he turned 17, it was decided that the dragon had nothing else to teach him, and that it was time. The battle that raged was a fierce one, but in the end, Aiden won that hollow victory and laid his Master, and father, to rest.

After that, Aiden entered the real world, emerging as a powerful force nearing the end of the Great Guild war by taking out dark mages as he encountered them, seeking to stop their misdeeds. After the wars ended, he decided to join the Wizards of Fiore so he could put his talents to good use. A year into it, he returned to the tomb of his father to harvest some of his scales, fangs, and claws. Taking them back with him, he had them forged into powerful weapons and armor that he now uses to enhance his abilities, as well as a way to honor his mentor. From what he took, he created a Naginata from a claw, a suit light-armor that has plates of dragon scales over vital areas, and two spears made from the fangs that he uses in tandem with each other. He can summon them to him through his limited knowledge of requip magic which he only has slight mastery of and little interest in developing it more than he has at the moment.

Magic:Ice Dragon Slayer Magic, Maker magic infused with Dragon slayer magic, and limited requip.

His Naginata can enhance, be imbued with, and be used in tandem with his Ice Dragonslayer magics, It's incredibly sturdy and resilient to all form of magic except that of other dragon slayer.

His armor bears resiliency to magic and increased durability, but due to him choosing speed over protection it doesn't cover a large potion of his body and the resilience only blocks about 50% of the damage at best( works best at against fire, lightning/plasma and heat magics, unless cast by a dragon slayer.)

The spears bear the same effects as the Naginata, but in addition to that, if a foe gets pierced by them, a numbness will temporarily spread through their body, messing with their ability to move the afflicted part( or in general if it hits the torso.

Ice Make: Fallen Grace: A spell that fuses both Dragon slayer and Make magic together, it grants all of the user's Ice make constructs with an aura of intense cold, which helps it resist heat and can cause numbing and freezing of the target's body on impact, depending on the amount of magic put in to it.

Guardians: Comes in variants of Assault, Trap, and Protector as well as normal. Assault have a good balance of armor and offensive capabilities, usually bearing weapons of some kind. Trap is the fastest variant, as it's job is to get in close to the enemy, before unleashing it's payload in the form of either explosions or restraints. Protectors is the slowest, but most durable, bearing many layers of ice, they are employed when something needs guarding, like a fallen team mate or a VIP.

True Dragonslayer Mode: Aiden can call upon his dragon blood to give himself a buff to his abilities, making him a good deal stronger than before and allowing him to fly.

Ice Dragon's Blizzarding Roar

Ice make: Dragonic Ascension: Weiss Dragon's Twin Phoenix strike

Other:He bears an increased affinity with Dragonic magics, so he is able to more efficiently use and manipulate dragon-slayer magic than any other dragon slayer, due to his dragonic blood. Also bears an extreme resistance to ice and cold based magics.Has no real Martial Arts style yet, just a novice in that regard as he only started when he joined Vyper Bolt. Gets Easily attached to any somewhat friendly female due to his lack of any type of caring motherly figure in his life.

[User]
Taka Shirokawa

Taka watched Ira respond to her suggestion, saying that he might as well get that and a whole lot of other food with it. She wasn't surprised for some reason, he was an outsider that she knows barely anything about, but then he asked if she wanted to know about him. Except his past? What could be so horrifying about it? Taka didn't want to question any further, but instead thought of something else to ask him, looking directly at him. She starting to lean back on her seat looking away to the side slightly.

"Well... what's your reason for being in Magnolia?" Taka asked him, curious for his reasons to be here in the first place. She wasn't very good at dates to be honest, because this is her first one after all, besides she had to do it because she promised him.

I-It's not like I wanted to go on a date or anything! Taka thought in her head.

[Assistant]
Ira Amaterasu

 @WaddleDaisy

 Ira tried to find a way word his answer without sounding like the conjurer of darkness he was. Even though this was his first date , he didn't want to scare the young mage off with speeches of how he wanted to become greater than Zeref and other mischievous thoughts.

  " Let's say I'm here in search of an item of the musical profession. I'm somewhat of an enthusiast of the ancient relic sort. I got word that what I'm looking for may reside in this town so I came. To my surprise it actually is here, so the make a long story short I'm adding it to my collection."  By now the waiter had came back with an appetizer, some donuts sprinkled lightly in sugar, and the wine that Ira ordered earlier.  " Your main courses will be done in just a few minutes. Until then enjoy our famous pastries . We hope they're to your liking."

 The waiter began to pour the wine in two glasses as Ira reached for the delicious looking pastries. Before he bit into it he said,  " To be totally honest, this is my first date. I wanted to wait until the end of the date but I'm quite anxious. I wanted to know have I been doing a good job as a host , so far at least." Ira couldn't believe he'd let the words escape his mouth, and in such a nonchalant fashion. Since there was no changing the past he might as well hear out whatever Taka would say .

[User]
Nigel Ballard
"Very well then," Kuroko spoke up after hearing Nigel's opinion on the two jobs. "We'll do the second one. I'm up for it." Nigel nodded his approval and turned his attention towards Aiden. "Sorry, guess I should've started with a hello, huh, my bad? And of course, we wouldn't mind having you on board, Tech-head. With you on board, this will be easy pickings." Nigel smiled upon hearing Aiden thought so much of him. "Excluding that, I kinda need to talk to you about something anyway," he added. "Hmm? I wonder what would that be..." Nigel thought curiously but opted to wait it out and let Aiden talk to him when he felt ready.

As the two were talking, Kuroko had shouted out a few times, trying to garner the other guild mage's attention on the other job their little team of three decided no to take. "Just put it back on the board and someone is bound to get it," he told Kuro.

"Slushie-head was clever, but you're going to have to try harder than 'Ice Dragon' before you can best me in the giving of crappy nicknames, Lead Head. but keep trying, it amuses me," Aiden said, to which Kuroko quickly retorted, "I was never really a trash talker... snowball." Nigel sat there and watched as the two exchanged a couple of snarky comments. "Anyway, I suggest we get going. We got a train to catch. It will take us to where we are needed." At that, Nigel stood up from his seat, "Yeah, let's get on with it then, no point in wasting any time now, is there?" He said while shooting a glance at Aiden before promptly following close behind Kuroko.

[Assistant]
Aiden merely chuckled at Kuroko, his only response being a mutter "clearly", before Nigel chose to chastise him slightly for holding things up. "Yeah, alright, I gotcha Tech-Head. Last one out of me for now, I promise." Aiden gave a grin before heading out with the other two to their destination, tacking the other request to the wall in case anyone else was interested. After a long, painful, vomit-inducing ride by train to the nearest station in tegards to the mission site, Aiden wasn't feeling too good.

"Ugh, I fuckin' hate trains, and cars, and boats, and all the other forms if transportation known to man. Why does this only happen to Dragon Slayers'?" Auden complained before he once again empyied the contents of his stomach into a nearby shrubbery. Once that was done, the group would head off to the mansion, any comments that Kuroko or Nigel felt like making regarding the scenario would be met with angered glares and warning growls. By the time they made it, Aiden would be mostly back to normal, though he'd still grip his head on occasion in pain if things got too loud.

"Whelp, here goes nothing. Hope this guy is less of a prick than the request made him out to be." Aiden muttered as he pulled the rope next to the mansion doors, ringing the rather fancy, if agonizingly loud(to Aiden), set of bells that the owner had put up to alert him of guests. Needless to say, Aiden's mood had gone to shit rather quickly, and he was starting to regret his insistense on this mission, and it hadn't even started yet.