[System]
Gender: Male

Age: Twenty Four

Former Occupation: Street Scum

Former Rank/Position: -

Mental and Physical Traits: Hall looks out to the world and sees that it's ripe for the picking. Anything goes, anything could be yours if you try your best at it. Hall is cold, confident and cunning man as he uses his silver tongue to persuade others into doing what he wants, or to bypass those who may apprehend or stop him. He can be charming, friendly and warm but these are rare case when they are infact genuine its towards his affinity to children or sexual acts. He has faith in the God Emperor and believes with each child he deflowers is a duty that the God Emperor bestowed upon him. To bring them into the world of dark and give them reason to continue fighting. Despite his conviction for the God Emperor his illusion pollutes his mind and occasionally his personality. A cause for concern for some, or potential berserker on a drop of a hat. Hall is well built for his age compared to his living conditions. He appears to be a normal human besides his build.

Appearance: Hall has short blond hair and blue eyes. His skin tone is pasty white and his hair and body hair are commonly coated in grease and other bodily fluids. He has a scar going up his left cheek, although it appears faded. He has a chiselled jawline which is usually adorned by stubble. Before his untimely conscription Hall use to wear a long raggy shirt and a pair of PDF trousers and jack boots. The man appeared to be of a well built build and usually sported a belt on his PDF trousers.

Wargear: Lascarbine
Explosive Collar
2 Mono Knives
3 Frag Grenades
3 Krak Grenades
1 Flak Vest & Flak Helmet
Imperial Guard Penal Legion Prisoner Uniform
1 Inhaler
1 Gas Mask
Poor Weather Gear
Rucksack
Basic Tool Kit
Mess Kit & Water Canteen
1 Weeks' Rations
Blanket & Sleep Bag
Rechargeable Lamp-Pack
Micro-Bead
Ident Tags ("Dog Tags")
Imperial Infantryman's Uplifting Primer

History:

In Arcadia, you're quick or you're dead.

Nathan Hall, born to a small family that had seen better times. His mother and father were both PDF conscripts in their early years, weird how love finds itself in strange places. The two fell in love after serving in the same unit, after they finished their service they married and had Nathan. Arcadia was hit hard by a famine just as Nathan was a few years old, money was tight and so was food. Nathan's parents scarified their food so that their child may survive the famine, which he did however, Nathan's father Zach did not and he succumbed to starvation as did many others in the hive world. A common sight to be seen in the hive world's as it was the circle of life as bodies were piled day after day in the levels of the hive world.

As Nathan grew older, he soon found his calling. Without his father to guide him his mother fell to illness and habitual drug use, Nathan was attracted to children. Children his age, it was the Emperors will that he shows them the way. It was how the Emperor wanted it - that's what his mind thought, his misled fantasising mind, to mate with a child would be the ultimate pleasure for Nathan and it's what he did. One of the street girls, about twelve and the stronger older Nathan was able to over power her and force her to succumb to his will. It repeated, over and over, the pleasure, the abductions. The Emperor told him they were clean of disease, every child soiled would bring Nathan closer to The Emperor - in the after life. It was his life goal, no one know but Nathan and of course his victims. Nathan was dubbed by the locals as the "Sleep Tight Rapist" as he used a infamous drug named "Koma" to put the child in a coma like state so resistance would be nil.

One day, Nathan punched his ticket when one of the girl's he raped was related to the Governor of Arcadia. The day Nathan regretted so much, the regret. Did he realise he was wrong, that what he was doing as a grown adult to soil a child like that. No, he just wished he was never caught. The Governor's forces arrested Nathan and brought him before the Governor, Governor Justin Freelok a man who had been hunting for Nathan Hall ever since he first started the attacks. Had he known he was the Sleep Tight Rapist he would of had him arrested sooner, but the relative - his niece was no coward, not one who would let themselves be tormented by a meagre street rapist. She was the one who remembered him and kneeling before Governor Freelok, Nathan was scared. But, Governor Freelok showed some mercy, he fancied the idea of Nathan being brutally slaughtered in the Penal Legion. A quick death would be unfitting and why spill a child fucker's blood - it would have to be cleaned up. On the battle field, the blood always runs red as the rivers of dead flow across every battle fields.

Nathan Hall was soon reassigned to a Penal Legion, where The God Emperor - the voice he had been hearing told Nathan.

It's time for redemption.

[User]
If Nathan had thought that there would be no repurcussions for his actions, something that is highly unlikely considering precisely where he was, then he was very much mistaken. No sooner had he thrown the tray - something that the Governor of the prison would probably have to ban because of his actions - than the flare of a forcefield crackled into life and sent the tray spinning away from the observing party on the gantryway.

Captain August Argyle barely even blinked an eye, having seen more than his fair share of combat zones, taking a little more interest as the prison guards (not the Arbites, they were reserved for special occurences) closed in on Nathan, several of them bringing extendable batons to bear with flicks of their wrists.

"You've been warned enough times, Hall!" Shouted one of them from behind his half-face helmet, "this is the final straw, you lunatic."

Before Nathan had a chance to move, as if there was anywhere to move to, one guard had already cracked him across the back of his legs, others gripping his limbs as they dragged him bodily from the table and dumped him without ceremony onto the cold, hard, floor of the canteen; for further emphasis he was booted repeatedly, hard enough to bruise but not so hard as to break anything, heavy-duty boots finally ceasing to attack him as the Captain began to speak.

His stern voice was amplified through speakers on the walls of the canteen, piercing blue eyes sweeping over the human dross as he spoke, glaring out from beneath his peaked cap.

"A war is being fought not far from here, a holy crusade to bring several systems back into the light of the Imperium and the authority of our beloved God-Emperor," his words were sure and strong, much like his resolve, "soldiers die out on the field every day, good soldiers, while scum like yourselves sit here in luxury and need not fear for your lives...but that is about to change, for I have been sent here to raise the First Redemption Penal Legion, meaning that some of you may even be fortunate enough to redeem yourselves in the eyes of Him on Terra."

For a moment he paused, pulling a dataslate from his jacket and seemingly studying it with some intensity, before looking back up and continuing.

"We will take volunteers but, should there be a shortage, we will simply take you instead. Should you wish to volunteer, make yourselves known to the guards, who will take you to a holding cell in the eastern wing. I will be there shortly."

The Eastern Wing was the arrival (and departure) wing for the prison complex, where new shipments of inmates arrived and the dead were returned to space, it also held the facilities supplies, uniforms and so on. It was as secure an area as any other in the prison, and more well guarded than the Governor's own quarters, a place where a man may see the back of this shithole if he should be so lucky.

Okay, so, your characters will need to grab a guards attention before being escorted to the eastern wing and the huge holding cell there; I leave it to you as to how you want to do this etc, and will post again once our willing (or unwilling) volunteers are all there.

You can be the first to arrive, you can be the last, it doesn't matter.

The cell is simply a huge, empty, area minus a few benches bolted to the floor and the obvious bars (likely with a forcefield beyond them) as well as a multitude of guards.

I look forward to seeing what you write, and we'll get to the action eventually.

[Assistant]
Shiah observed the insane child-molester Nathan Hall getting himself beat up again with bored disinterest, but the speech that followed from the Imperial Guard Captain grabbed her full attention. She absolutely hated this place. It was entirely sterile and there wasn't a single chemical to cook with. She knew the prison guards had their own narcotics but they hated the inmates so much they refused to even trade with them. So not only was she constantly suffering from withdrawal jitters, she was also terribly bored with nothing for her formidably creative mind to do.

War was hell, she knew that, but hell wasn't worse than limbo.

"Hey!" she yelled and got up from her seat, waving her arms about, hoping to catch a guard's attention. "I volunteer! Get me off this damn rock and I'll gladly lay -- I mean, risk my life for the God-Emperor! I want salvation! Oh yes, please!" It was hard to keep the sarcasm out of her voice, but Shiah thought she did a reasonably good job regardless, and one of the guards that had just finished beating Nathan Hall mercilessly now approached her.

"And what exactly do you have to offer the Crusade, wretch?" he asked scornfully, looking Shiah up and down. It was true, she didn't look like much of a soldier, but Shiah snorted in derision anyway. "Never judge a data-slate by its cover. Isn't that what they say? I've got steady fingers and I'm clever. Smarter than the rest of these skavvers. Never killed anyone unless it was in self-defense. Reckon I can do my part," she retorted and put her hands on her hips. The guard laughed mirthlessly and beckoned for her to follow him. "Alright, come on through."

And so she did. The cell in the Eastern Wing wasn't much to look at it and she was one of the first to arrive, having so enthusiastically volunteered immediately, but others trickled in after her quickly. Shiah sat down on one of the benches and entertained herself by judging the others as they came in, wondering how long each of them would last in combat.


[System]
Gender: Male

Age: 21

Occupation: Chieftain of Runheim, Viking Raider

Skills and Possessions: Wyrm, a old but sturdy sword that has run in Haakon's family for many years. Haakon also carries an axe and a seax style knife on his belt at all times.

Personality: Haakon is young and a little overwhelmed at the idea of being a chieftain. He is generally easy going, listens to wise counsel when it's offered, but is occasionally frustrated and rush's into situations he is not prepared for. He follows all the gods of the Aesir and the Vanir, but he holds Odin the Allfather above all others. Across his back, he has a tattoo of Odin's sacred animal: a Raven.

History: When Harald Ivarson, Jarl of Runheim, succumbed to a plague that cut through the village, everyone looked to Haakon for guidance. The chieftain's only remaining son, Haakon believes the only way to save Runheim is by bringing wealth from abroad. He now looks for experienced warriors and sailors from far and wide to take him to the Emerald Isle.

The plague burned through the village of Runheim like a wildfire, and as many as two in five were killed. Among these were Jarl Harald, his eldest son Egil, and Egil's young wife Hilda. Haakon survived, along with his mother and Egil's daughter Gunhilde, who is no older than three summers.

Along with the people, the harvest also suffered, and the tithe to the King Horik cannot be paid. If the King does not get his due, he will surely punish the village. Without any other options, Haakon takes the only raiding ship in the village and proposes an out of season raid to the east. If sucessful, Haakon can save his people and rebuild their lives. If he fails, then he can only hope that Valhalla will accept him.

[User]
The snow bit deep into Haakon, who was without a cloak and only had his leather tunic and breeches to protect him. This is wrong. he thought. I'm not supposed to be here. The frozen expanse of ice desert lay in front of him, with nary a man, beast or tree in sight. Though he saw no point in going on, his feet moved on. As he did, the wasteland only grew longer and longer and longer. The Jarl walked for what seemed like hours, and soon the cold was too much for him.

He fell to his knees, his hands and feet burning with frostbite, and Haakon wanted nothing more than to curl up into a ball and die. Before he could will his limbs to move, something ahead of him struck the snow. He looked ahead of him and saw a tall man, wearing a long black coat and a wide brimmed hat. In his left hand, he carried a spear with it's haft buried in the snow. On each shoulder, the man had a pair of large ravens. Haakon could not see the man's eyes, but the eyes of the ravens peered into Haakon, almost looking through him.

"Odin..." was all that Haakon could muster. As the words left his mouth, the man brought out his right hand. In his fist was a gold chain, and dangling from it was what looked like a pendant. It seemed as though he wanted Haakon to take it. The Jarl reached for it, but it seemed so far away...
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"Haakon! Wake up!" said the voice ringing in the Jarl's ear. Haakon opened his eyes and saw the familiar face of Snorri, his thane. Haakon grunted as he pulled the sea-soaked cloak off of him and got up. Snorri pointed towards the front of the ship. "Land sighted ahead, only a few miles out."

Sure enough, through the ocean fog, Haakon saw the rough shape of land. The Jarl nodded. "Prepare the men for landfall." Snorri, who was old even when Jarl Harald was young, nodded and began to bark orders. Haakon himself reached for his bundle of equipment. He pulled on his mail shirt and lashed his family's sword to his belt, praying to the gods as he did so. "Odin, far-wanderer, grant me wisdom, courage, and victory. Friend Thor, grant me your strength. And both be with me."

[Assistant]
Clan MacConnich sat a top a great plunging coastline, steep cliffs on all sides. Their great hall, home to their laird chieftain was the first thing to the crest jutting sea-cliff, as if ready to pierce the sky. The homes of all other kin and workers embraced it on the other side, till the land suddenly swept out into vast fields, moors and rolling hills. One could ride for miles and still only see the vast sea of green, before getting to the dense forest. It was beautiful land for farming and flocking.

The great serpent ship had been spotted through the morning sea mist, and people were chattering with excitement and fear. Only tales of the great invaders at reached Clan MacConnich, luckily never invaders themselves. Till today that was. The rail-thin Christian father who usually invited clan kinsmen into the small chapel, now shut up his windows and doors. He fell to his knees before a wooden crucifix to mumble furiously prayers and other such nonsense as warriors demanded him to take up sword and follow them.

Even the widow baker was taking up arms to defend their clan, though all women, children and sickly were insisted to stay in their homes or gather in the Great Hall for fortification. Just in case things got too dicey and the wolves of the sea couldn't be persuaded to leave in peace. It could be hours before the ship's sailors touched land, but the chieftain had heard enough tales to not want to take chances. In fact he was to lead all armed men out to surround the cape, just in case the sea-wolves decided they could try to take on the entire clan of farming warriors. And inside the chieftain's home another self-proclaimed warrior wish to fall to her clan's aid. Just is case, of course, just in case.

Aibhilin was just leaving her exasperated father's study when she came across quite a sight wait for her in the corridor. It had taken her hours to convince her father to let her go with him and his warriors to greet rather unwelcome guests in a dragon-like ship that rested in the sea's arms at their coast. So really she should of been expecting this. But in truth the sight itself caught her by surprise.

Her three younger sister, all standing in a neat row in the hallway, all with crossed arms. All glaring at her. Brae, who was eight-and-ten years had her brown hair all pinned up and back, looked the fiercest. The eldest of the three younger girl, she was mature but had a sharp tongue and an even sharper temper. Just their mother. Dolina, six-and-ten years with her black hair in one thick braid, looked cold and calm however. She wasn't one for showing much strong emotion, but when she did it was like a tempest at sea. And the youngest at only three-and-ten years of age, Muira, with her wild fair hair stuck with rosemary, just looked like she was sulking. To Aibhilin, they were all sulking children usually, but today they looked mature. And scared.

"What's wrong wit' you lot then?" the eldest red-haired daughter put a hand on her hip and raised a brow. It wasn't like her sisters to leave their self-claimed posts around the household. This was certainly a special occasion. Even if the fear in each one of their eyes unnerved her.

"Yer goin' off wit' Father, aren't ye Aibhi?" Brae fumed with her round face flushed, "It's too dangerous to be goin' to see to sea-wolves and you know it!"

"Will no' see you gettin' yerself hurt," Dolina said cooly, her deep green eyes betraying her concern for their eldest sister, "It's no place fer a woman to be at a meetin' with warriors. Especially with those kinds of warriors."

"They're Vikings!" Muira squealed at her older sisters, before turning to Aibhilin, "They take food, livestock, women, make people their slaves-! They're worse than wolves! They're nigh bit closer to monsters!"

Aibhilin's face softened at the youngest and most dramatic sister of hers. Putting a hand on the fair head, she combed its feather-fine tresses with her fingers, which made the youngling relax a bit. Looking up at Brae and Dolina, she could see their features soften just a bit. Their mother had once combed their hair like that when they had been but wee things at the knee. Gathering together the three younger sisters hugged Aibhilin, who in turn petted each one on the head.

"Father and his warriors will be all tha' the sea-wolves shall see," her voice was soft as she tried to ease their concerns, "And if they are drunk-with-seawater mad enough to try anythin', our steel is all they shall feast on tonight." Her sisters didn't look as quite as convinced as she would of liked, but she gave them one last warm grin. "I'm bringin' my bow," she gave them a confident huff, "I'll be fine! Now go help get the Great Hall fortified. They'll need you three and all yer creative talents to keep that place warm, clean and well-fed." Her sisters were hesitant so she gave them a bit of a push. "Off wit' ye! Everythin' has ta be ready before the ship lands!"

Aibhilin watched her sisters dart off. At least that would keep them busy and their minds off of worse case scenario. Touching the pendant around her neck, she closed her eyes and took a long deep breath in. "Oh, Scathach, Goddess of women warriors, watch over me," she whispered from behind the pendant, "Camalus, Great Sword of the Sky, God Who Sees All, lets us all be safe..." Closing her eyes, she let the last of her trembling leave her. Looking up with fierce green eyes, she straightened her back and held her head high, marching off to fetch her bow and horse. Her father and her kinsmen were daft if they thought they were going to the cape without her.


[System]
Age: 21

Gender: Male

Height: 6' 3"

Eye Colours: Green and blue

Gift: Can become "unnoticeable". If he wants, he can make it so that people do not "see" him, even though he is still completely visible. For example, if he slaps someone, they will notice him.

Bio: Thomas was born to a relatively normal family in a relatively normal neighborhood. He grew up leading an uneventful life, until his eighteenth birthday, however. When he woke up, he looked in the mirror, and saw that one of his eyes had changed colour to blue. He thought it was just the light, or because he was tired. In school that day, though, he got angry at someone, and went to the toilets to calm down. Because of all of the attention he was getting, he didn't want to be noticed, and then people stopped noticing him, unless he interacted with them. At first, he thought this was a joke, but it kept happening, whenever he wanted it to. He has now been on the run for a few months because people have been following him.

[User]
Cole started the ignition but stopped and stared at Miller after hearing him say, "Onward my faithful steed..". There was a moment of awkward silence before Cole shook his head,"I can tell you're gunna be a pain in my ass already". Without another word he put the car in drive and began speeding off onto the highway. With the dial back in its proper place Cole turned on the car stereo and pressed play, His favorite song came on and Cole began to hum along to lyrics. "Kind of like the old days..", he thought as he glanced in the rear view mirror at Naddy. He chuckled a bit because the old days were actually just a few years ago.

After a bit of driving on the highway Cole exited off and drove into the parking lot of a motel. "I'll go get us a room. You can go talk to your girlfriend now", Cole said to Miller with a sinister grin. He got out of the car and headed into the guest sign in. The guy at the counter was shady looking, not the dirty homeless drug addict kind of shady but the kind of shady you'd see in a guy who was about to take someone hostage. Cole walked up to the desk and shook the man's hand, the two were well acquainted. "Well if it ain't Cole Harland. Didn't think I'd see you again, not after what happened at Haven", the man was gifted which was told by the mismatched eye colors. "Yeah...I was lucky to get out, you still got the room for me Brennan?"

"Of course, the 'Presidential Suite', for an old friend", Brennan leaned to the side of Cole and looked out the window to see Miller and Nadia. "What you starting up another-"

"Making new friends. Now, the keys?", Cole held out his hand and shortly after a silver key fell into his palm. "Sure thing boss, sure thing..", Brennan sat back in his chair after handing Cole the keys and began to read a..rather revealing magazine. Cole grinned slightly and headed out, "Same old Brennan".

[Assistant]
Naddy watched Coles little display of his power "Oh Mr. dark' She said as soon they both walked back into their car and started it up. She zipped up her coat and pulled her helmet over her head before stuffing her hair up inside of it. She soon had turned the key and hit to the starter as the bike fired up coming to life. She looked back to see the pair already pulling away "Give a girl some time to pull out at least" she muttered to her self before she popped it in gear and pulled the throttle. She swung the back end out and burned out in her spot turning the bike before she was soon off. It didn't take long before she was fallowing the pair. Riding behind them she decided to have some fun while riding. Soon enough she pulled up along side of them and hit the clutch while down shifting two gears, once she let out and hit the gas her front in lifted off the ground. Riding along side them with her front wheel up she pulled a head before hitting her back brake softy to lower the front wheel slowly and pulling up behind them. She stayed behind them, riding back and forth in her lane and pulling up in front of them for a few miles before pulling back. She popped the front up a few times more as well, mostly out of boredom.

 After a bit they were pulling into a motel as she soon pulled along side them. Sitting up she streached before taking off her helmet and setting it down on her fuselage and leaning against it "My my, cheap motel. You two sure do know how to make a girl feel special". She leaned back again looking around as Cole got out of the car leaving them. She kicked a leg over her bike as she used it as a seat "guess it's just me and you then." she said looking to Miller sitting in the passenger seat of the car.

[User]
Miller Anderson

"I can tell you're gunna be a pain in my ass already" utters Cole, "You'll hurt my feelings man." he replies with a fake sob.

Driving through the thick and unmanaged road, Cole opened up some tunes, back from his old war days Miller presumed. All of a sudden, Naddy begins to start having fun by herself on the road, doing some nasty tricks that could probably kill if it wasn't her driving. "Man I am stuck with Mr. Grumpy over here listening to his old war tunes. Miller grumbles out loud, putting his hand on his chin, and his elbow outside the window. He had watched Naddy the whole time to pass the time, and boy, was she free spirit and wild.

Pulling up the old and rather shady runway, "Uhm, you sure this is where we have to sto- he says, but then was cut off by Cole leaving the car. "It is." he said with a frown.

"I'll go get us a room. You can go talk to your girlfriend now" says Cole, with Miller replying "Oh wow, so you can tease if you try!" he says back to him as he walks into the shady building, face full of smiles.

"My my, cheap motel. You two sure do know how to make a girl feel special" Naddy utters, "Well it's not my idea of a first date either." he replies back with a Banter, grinning ear to ear at her. Staying situated in his seat, he tried ruffling through some of his cds but only found sound weird tunes, "What does Cole listen to." he says outloud. Naddy getting out of her vehicle, in the eyes of Miller, this was a very 'sexy' act. "guess it's just me and you then." she says, "I guess so!" he replies with another smirk "I would ask some teasing thing by now, but I wanna know, why all the tats? I mean they look sexy n' all but, can't help wonder." he asks with a raised eyebrow.

[Assistant]
Thomas was thankful that it was a gifted who he had found, and that he didn't mind other gifted. Or, at least, that's what Thomas thought. Thomas put his arms down, and listened to the person, who he now knew to be called Lucky, tell him what his gift was. Making people forget you could be useful, but Thomas liked his own power better.

Lucky asked Thomas his name, "I'm Thomas," he said, "Nice to meet you,"

Then, Lucky asked Thomas what his gift was, "I can make people not notice me," he told Lucky, "But only if they're not already looking at me."

[User]
Kithra Moore

 "No problem Kirtha, although I haven't thought about my plans this far. Im sorry, but what do you think we should do? I don't mind you staying here if you want, I can fit up to three other people including me, so there is plenty of space in here but what would you like to do? I don't want to sound controlling or anything like that but I want to see whats comfortable with you and what you want to do"

His question was rather straight forward and caught Kithra off guard, but then her guard was easy to topple. As he spoke she felt her mind go foggy again which was slightly annoying, though she was glad for it as it kept her from worrying too much. She cocked her head to the side as he gave her a stern look, she wasn't sure why he was looking her like that. Did she look like she wasn't going to take him seriously? Maybe she did, she was often told she looked like she didn't believe anyone. Well it served her well this far, even though she didn't mean to look that way.

She looked down at her feet and bit her lip before looking up with her head still cocked to the side, with her damp hair hanging. "Call me Kitty." She said softly as she smiled. She wasn't sure what they should do let alone what she should do. Though she was sure that she wanted him to call her Kitty, as her name sounded funny coming from him. Maybe it was his mind gift or maybe she was just feeling comfortable, both of which were dangerous and she knew it. But she just wanted to be safe and who ever could protect her she would most likely stay with, since she had no survival skills. She knew that if she stayed she would be well cared for and for the moment safe.

She shook her head and refocused on Damien and his silver and silvery blue eyes. "I would like to stay, but only if its okay with you." She paused biting her lip before continuing, "As to what we should do next I'm unsure, maybe wait here or depending on how long you have been staying here we should move." She said as she moved to sit in the passenger seat. She sat so her back was up against the door so she was looking at Damien, she was glad that he found her as she might of been caught or killed or died of the elements. So she felt like she owed him though she was unsure what to do for him. I could make a cake.... Wow that sounds stupid! Right make him a cake Kitty, you would look like a tool! She thought to herself as she felt her cheeks go pink at the thought. Maybe I could dance? She thought again and suddenly realized that he didn't ask her what her gift was. Most Gifted would want to know the others gift right off the bat, but he hadn't asked her. She suddenly had a new respect for him.

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Lucky Newman

Lucky smirked and nodded before relaxing, after realizing that Thomas didn't mean him any harm. So far this was good he didn't have to be on the defensive, which was becoming tiring. One could only hold out for so long before the fight became too much, maybe if he had others with him it wouldn't be so bad. But he once trusted someone and that whole relationship ended horribly, he vowed never to trust someone fully. Sure he would trust them enough so that he felt a bit safe, but he would always keep an eye out to see if they were going to betray him. Damn Regulars, fucking up everything up! He thought before refocusing on Thomas.

"Okay, that gift isn't to bad if you wanted to steal something or what ever.... Where are you originally from?" He asked in a more relaxed tone to let the other guy know that he wasn't a threat. "You hungry? Come on lets get out of the open and head over to the rail cars." He said as he waved Thomas to follow him. He existed the old station house and looked around to make sure that the way was clear and that no one was around to watch them. He quickly walked across the platform onto and across the tracks to reach the old rail cars.

Once he reached the rail car he was using he threw open the door and jumped in and waited for Thomas to jump in, all the while he kept his eyes open for danger. He seriously felt like a meerkat, one standing guard while others did their thing. Maybe that's what us Gifted should be.... If only we could all trust each other. He thought as he continued to look out.

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Greg Manie

The sound of his chains and the sound of marching feet was all that Greg could hear as the Regulars marched him to death. He was going to die, all because he was resistant to the efforts of the military that wanted to use him against his own people. He rather be put to death then become a weapon for the enemy, and he was. He smiled darkly at the thought that they couldn't break him, couldn't bend him to their will. I bested you and because you are afraid of me, you will destroy be. He thought as they continued to march, he could see the aura's of the men around him and he could tell that they were relieved that he was going to die but they were also afraid that he would do something. But alas, he could do nothing but march to his death. Forgive these men, as they are weak and do not know that they are fools. He silently prayed as they marched.
One, Two, their steps went.
One, Two.
One, two.
One, two.
One, two.
The lights went out...

Greg didn't even have to think as he let his body move, he hit the guard infront of him then ducked as the two guards took out their electric sticks and went to hit him. But instead they ended getting each other, the two guards convulsed then fell to the floor. Without thinking he kicked out behind himself and got the other guard in the groin. He grabbed the electric stick from the down guards and turned quickly striking the rear guard in the face. The guard fell, his head bleeding badly. Greg turned again to face the front guard that had composed himself.

Greg beared his teeth in a crazed smile, he went to strike the guard but he was stopped. Without thinking he head butted the guard then he struck out again this time the electric stick embedded itself in the guards shoulder. Greg watched as the guard convulsed and fell, he wasn't going to live that much Greg knew. He quickly searched the guards for a key before he unlocked his chains.

He was free and he didn't care who he had to kill in order to get out of the complex. The Regulars will wish they never fucked with me!

[Assistant]
Thomas followed Lucky, jumping into the train cart when he was told. He was cautious about telling Lucky where he was from, but he might as well say it, it wouldn't harm him, "I moved over here from North Carolina a few years ago," he told him, "But I put on an accent. It's easier to fit in if you sound like everyone else."
Thomas sighed, remembering happy memories of North Carolina, "My grandparents are from Europe - Scandinavia and Ireland - that's why I've got this hair and skin," Thomas gestured to his hair. "So, where're you from?" he asked.


[System]
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[User]
"Magic is Real!!!"
"This world that we live in is not as it seems.
It is filled with things beyond your wildest dreams.
But a secret is only as good as it's keeper.
So keep tight lips... or fear the reaper."

[Assistant]
Monica White

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Work at a hospital is a very busy thing, and today was no different. Nurses and doctors ran to and fro, bringing medicine to infected patients, and life saving surgeries to those who were injured. While Monica couldn't perform major surgeries, she did have minor experience with a scalpel, and has seen many surgeries preformed by her superiors.

What Monica could do, however, was deliver and administer medicine. Everything from antibiotics and blood thinners, to antivenom and hanging up IV's full of blood and chemical cocktails. And that's what she was doing today. Pushing carts full of supplies around the various floors and helping out patients who needed water, or had questions. Or sometimes, with the older patients, just a little bit of talking.

Monica was doing what she did best, walking to her own quick beat, when she ran into Dr.Edwards, and asked him if he needed anything. Things had somewhat calmed down over the past few hours, but she knew she should never say the "Q" word out loud. It's bad juju in hospitals, and she found that out the hard way.

"Ah, Dr. Edwards! I just finished up with the patient in room 3. You need anything else while I'm around?" "Actually, yes. You remember John, the patient in room 6 who arrived just a couple hours ago? His saline bag needs replaced. I'd appreciate it if you could get him a new one." "Yes doctor."

Monica gave him a quick nod, and began walking towards the storage area to grab a bag of saline. John was a patient that had been suffering dehydration after getting lost in the woods. The doctors said he just needed some rest and water, and he'd be good to go. Monica entered the storage room, and grabbed a bag of the salt infused water.

[User]
John was a frail old man who wore very simple clothing and a short, but full, white beard. When Monica entered his room, his eyes were closed and he was terribly still. At first glance, one would think he was dead. But looking more carefully, she could see the subtle rise and fall of his chest as he breathed. Quietly, Monica went about her business, changing his bag.

As she finished, as her hands lowered from the new IV, John's eyes opened. "Thank you child." Something was off about the way he said even those few words. His voice didn't sound tired at all. In fact, if she wasn't looking at the old man, he could have easily passed for thirty years younger. "Can I ask you a question? ... What do you like most about your job?"

[Assistant]
Monica White

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That was odd. John didn't quite sound right. Maybe it was just the dehydration talking at that point. She'd had patients talk funny before, so she paid him little mind. But she did catch his question.

"What do I like most about my job huh?" Monica put her hand to her chin and thought deeply. "Hm... Well, if I had to say, it's probably because I like helping people. That and I've always liked medicine. It's a strange thing, medicine, just a simple chemical can completely reverse disease and death. I suppose that really, deep down, I like to see people get better."

And that was true. Monica took in sheer delight at the premise of fixing others. Maybe she should get into surgery? No, no, her hands weren't nearly steady enough. Medicine would do for now. But then she thought about her future. Was this what she really wanted? She felt like she could do more. She loves what she does, but she always felt like there was... more she could do. But what?

[User]
The old man nodded along as Monica answered his question. He could tell she was being honest, but this he knew already. He thought back to when he first saw her, not far from the hospital, a couple days prior. The two had simply passed each other on the street, and in that brief passing, he felt her hidden talents.

That was when he made his little plan. He placed a magic tracer on the girl to see where she worked and when she would work next. Then all he needed was a spell to make himself appear older and dehydrated. This second part was easier to accomplish than the first, because as a water wizard, all he had to do was will the water to leave his body.

Now, laying in bed before this young woman, the time had come to reveal himself. "That is wonderful to hear." He said, as he sat up in his bed. "What if I told you there were more ways than you know to help others, to heal them?" Such a cryptic question was hard to answer right away. Plus the old man probably shouldn't be sitting up in bed, one would think.

While Monica was deciding how to proceed, 'John' looked over to his IV bag. As he did, the bag started draining, much quicker than it should be. It was as if his arm was sucking up the water, and as this was happening, the man's face began to loose its wrinkles. He was becoming younger, right before her eyes. As the bag was sucked of its last drop, he let out an exaggerated sigh, like someone who had just taken a large gulp of water.

He then removed the IV quicker than she could stop him and smiled. "If you want to know more. All you have to do is find me." With those final words, something inexplicable happened. In a puff of smoke, 'John' disappeared. Actually, it was more like mist or steam, but in any case, he was gone now. His clothes were left behind, and Monica was left aghast.

[Assistant]
Eden Tal

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Eden stood in the courtyard of her small little shrine. She had just arrived back today and felt like a fish back in water; sure, studying physics was fun and all but this was where she really belonged. In the place she grew up in, accompanied only by herself and her gods. A smile graced her face, lighting up her features as she spotted the old well she had thrown so many coins into.

 Though they were already short on cash her grandmother never complained, unlike her parents who dug into her for everything she did. Luckily, they wouldn't be able to reach her here. They only had to hire someone to put a couple thousand in her account a week and could forget all about her. If she was being honest, Eden thought the amount was insanely high, but it would make her parents poorer and help her renovate the Shrine so it felt like a win-win for her.

She took in the familiar view as the nostalgia hit her, the little red shrine was the exact same as it always had been. Well, more or less. It was a lot dirtier and parts of it looked like they were about to fall down.... Well, she can fix it later. Eden stubbornly ignored the damage, not wanting to face the reality that this place was not the same as it always had been. She made a mental note to spend the first payment on fixing it up and getting WiFi installed as began walking, her suitcase crunching over fallen leaves behind her. She opened the door with a nostalgic smile, speaking quietly as she took in the familiar sight, "I'm back, grandma."

[User]
If the shrine were larger and not made of wood, Eden surely would have heard an echo. As it was however, she was greeted by nothing more than silence. And so, after an appropriate moment of silence, she continued her way into the shrine to get her things settled.

It was a dull and lonely first night, as Eden had nothing else to do than wipe dust off old furniture and sweep up. She was getting ready for bed when the distant sound of thunder began to rumble the small shack. Would the shrine hold up if it rained hard? She had to wonder.

But strangely enough, the rain never came. Even as the sound of thunder and flashes of lightning become more frequent and intense, not a single drop fell from the sky. Then, with one final crash and blinding flash, it all stopped. Naturally, Eden went out to the front door of the shrine to look, to make sure everything outside was okay. Luckily, all seemed well. Besides a few small tree limbs that had fallen in the wind, there wasn't much damage to be seen, not in the dark of night at least. Most importantly, there were no wildfires due to lightning strikes and no rain.

As Eden walked back into the shrine, a soft glow caught her eye, a glow that wasn't there before she stepped outside. It was her grandmother. She stood in the corner of the main sitting area. A pale-gold light emanated from her body, as she wore the same robes that Eden had last remembered her in. She wasn't see through like some sort of ghost; she was solid, unmistakably there.

"Welcome back, little one." 'Little one', that was something Eden hadn't heard in a while. It was what her grandmother had always called her, even after she'd outgrown the small woman.

[Assistant]
Eden Tal

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As Eden looked around outside she looked a bit confused, she had rarely ever seen thunder without storms here and it would most always end in something nearby burning. She didn't put much thought into it though, it was best not to question gods gifts. She looked up at the sky for a few moments more, seeing nothing out of the ordinary she turned and hurried back inside.

She was about to return to cleaning up the shrine, when she noticed the strange glow out of the corner of her eyes. She was never one to be scared of unnatural things, she was a shrine maiden for christ sake. Her lack of fear for the supernatural and the calmness in her that could never seem to be disturbed brought her towards the light, hoping to figure out what was going on.

The figure became clear as soon as those words exited her mouth, the towel she had been holding fell to the floor as she stared in disbelief at the woman she recognized to be her grandmother. Trembling fingers reached towards the old woman, Eden couldn't believe what she was seeing.

"Ma? Is... Is that you?" Her breath hitched in her throat as she began speaking, then, the first tear rolled down her cheek, all the others came flooding out like a tsunami. She knew she didn't look pretty right now, but she couldn't care for her appearance in such a moment. She rubbed her nose with her sleeve to try to stop the snot that was beginning to leak and forced herself to smile at her, this might be the last chance to see her, and Eden most certainly didn't want to leave her the image of a sniveling mess with snot running down her face.


[System]
Quote: "Real justice leaves nothing behind."

Alias: Wraith

Age: 19

Gender: Female

Family: Older brother, Steven Banks Father, Carl Banks. Mother, Georgia Banks, Deceased

Occupation: Student

Appearance: Kara is shorter than average for her age, and has the lean, muscular build of a gymnast. Her facial features are slightly unremarkable, but she could be described as mildly attractive, with pale grey eyes and a light dusting of freckles across her nose. She has medium-length brownish-blonde hair, which she ties back into a ponytail whenever possible.

During her daily life, Kara almost always dresses casually in jeans, battered old sneakers and tank tops or t-shirts. She owns an embarrassing amount of hero themed t-shirts, most of them given to her by her brother every time her birthday or Christmas rolled around, or just whenever he wanted an excuse to annoy her. Secretly, she is quite fond of them, even the ones with the cheesy slogans, which could explain why she wears them so much.

When operating as 'Wraith', Kara wears a silver eye mask that covers the top half of her face, along with a dark grey jacket and black trousers loose enough for her to be able to move quickly. She always wears a pair of thick black gloves wrapped in barbed wire, designed to be completely waterproof due to the nature of her fighting style.

Method of Operation: Her fighting style is based on provoking her enemies into aggression, forcing them to lower their guard and leave openings for her to attack. Once her opponent is vulnerable, she can use her ability to directly attack their vital organs and end the fight before it properly begins.

If forced into a fight, she uses her ability to alter her density to be lighter than air, allowing her to take flight and making her a fast-moving, unpredictable target. When striking her opponent, she heightens the density of her fists as they hit her opponent, giving every impact much more force behind it.

Superpower: Kara can control the density of her body, allowing her to walk through walls, become lighter than air, or give her punches the force of sledgehammer blows. In combat, she uses her power to phase into opponents bodies and destroy their vital organs, or hit them with strikes that have a huge amount of power.

Her power has drawbacks, though. While increasing her density can allow her to become stronger and withstand more blows, her body can only take the strain for a limited time before she risks permanent bone or muscle damage. This also applies to reducing her density, as the strain put on her organs could lead to health problems or falling unconscious if used for long periods of time. This means she must use her power in short bursts to avoid being damaged.

Skills: Kara is a skilled actor, and does not hesitate to lie when the situation calls for it, and is able to be a very convincing diplomat. She is also a skilled gymnast, which lends her some strength and agility that she would otherwise lack and has gotten her out of a few sticky situations.

Equipment: Barbed gloves, designed to do maximum damage to internal organs. Small vial of poison that can be used on more durable enemies. Backpack to carry equipment and hide obvious evidence after fights.

Personality: To the outside world, Kara has a friendly, outgoing personality. She surrounds herself with people who are kind and caring, making friendships easily with a hug and a beaming smile. She is, for all intents and purposes, a model student, the type of person that you would expect to make it out in the world and live a happy, normal life. She seeks out others like her, who are held up on a pedestal to others and surrounds herself with them. However, if they are seen as doing wrong, or harming someone else, then they tend to disappear.

In reality, behind the façade of warmth and friendliness that she puts on, Kara has an obsession with justice, whatever the cost. No matter how small a grievance, how petty the crime, if she witnesses someone doing wrong, then she marks them in her mind and obsessively tracks them down to deal out her version of 'justice'. Still, she seems to almost enjoy it, always thinking that she is in the right, no matter what the circumstances.

She dislikes heroes, and the way that they attempt to save the day by bringing villains to justice. As far as she is concerned, if the villain responsible lives, then justice has not been done.

Biography: As a child, Kara was always liked by those around her. She grew up in a happy family of normal people, completely unaware of her powers, and was closer to her mother than anyone else in the world. They would sing and dance in the park, go to the theatre, and she would be supportive of everything Kara did. The first time she decided to try out at the local theatre, her mother was the last person to count her out and the first person to give her a shoulder to cry on when she was rejected.

For sixteen years, she lived an ideal life. Her dad would come home, beaming after a good days work or excitedly waving a bonus and declaring that they'd be going on a holiday or buying a new car. Her brother, two years older, would smile and laugh and they'd sit and chat together, less like siblings and more like old friends. Sadly for Kara, it all came tumbling down. Her mother was murdered, with her the only witness. She was only able to survive because her powers activated, allowing the bullet fired at her to simply bounce off. Not understanding what was going on, she ran away.

After the murder, she was racked with guilt over what happened, over not being able to help. Her father and brother tried to help her, but it just didn't seem to work. She recalled the way she had withstood the bullet, and realised that she had some kind of power. She began to train, and this was where she developed her obsession, vowing never to rest until every single person like this was brought to justice. At eighteen, two years of training later, this obsession drove her to buying a mask, and taking to the streets of the city as Wraith.

Theme Song: Amnesia- Miracle of Sound

Relationships: Not discussed

Extra: Who's not normal? We're not normal.

[User]
Turn Back

 Jason Graves stared at his phone in surprise. Firstly, Ditch had contacted him. Secondly... Ditch knew who he was. He or she seemed to know everything about Jason. Third... Ditch wanted a meeting. Something was brewing, something even bigger than he'd suspected. Turn Back hadn't gone up against many superpowered villains, he mostly hunted muggers and thieves... But maybe this was his chance to make the world safer on a bigger scale...

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Turn Back pulled his bandanna up over his mouth, the black fabric blending in with the rest of his dark clothes. The vigilante was a few minutes late, but he refused to enter the abandoned building before making sure there wasn't an ambush waiting. He saw a few familiar faces enter the building, more vigilantes with some weight behind them. He followed behind a moment later, making sure his folding staff was clutched tightly in his hand. He threw the door open, confident that he wouldn't be walking into a trap. Unfortunately, it seemed he was late to the party. There was a woman on the stage, nobody he knew. Looking around he noticed close to half a dozen other vigilantes paying very close attention to her.

She was asking for question. Turn Back raised his hand and cleared his throat. "Um yes, sorry to be behind the curve, but I missed a big reveal here. Are you Ditch?"

[Assistant]
Girard sat comfortably in his apartment contemplating one or two targets he could hit. He made a few adjustments among his newly made grenades which he had just finished preparing in anticipation when he heard his phone vibrate from the other side of his couch. He picked the device up curiously, he wasn't expecting a call any time today, having a look at the message he just got which had him place the last grenade in a row while he read about himself and the offer from Ditch. Honestly it could have been a trap despite hearing the message earlier as clear as day from Ditch who seemed vehement about dealing with this Umbra character. Sure he had thought about going after the bastard himself but hearing that the criminal managed to capture one of the better vigilantes in Millennium City even the mighty Tank was hesitant. The Word mighty made him smile slightly at the thought of people talking about him like he was some kind of big shot and maybe he was, big at the very least but he wasn't the only sheriff in town and never forgot it.

He tensed up ever so slightly at the meeting place in Racket Ave. which pique even some suspicion in him. Honestly it was a perfect place to meet in secret because no one smart would go into an abandoned junkie filled area that reeked to high heaven if they had the choice. However, it hardly made it any more appealing for the big man who had an idea about how to go about this meeting or how to enter it at least. It took a few moments to get set up in his gear, he also packed a couple surprises in case it was an unpleasant trap which could clear a room nicely, before heading out into the night. There really was nothing about this meeting that made him want to rush so he would take some time and maybe take out a small robbery on the way if he saw one.

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Tank made his way to visual distance of the rather large building they were supposedly meeting in which made him like the area even less. It was an old theater his the design was right or a very fucked up warehouse, either way it had only one main entrance which was partially open suggesting people were already inside.

They really just left the door open? I mean its only a bit but seriously? Girard thought with some exasperation.

The big man opted to go around back of the building to see if he could find another way in besides the front door, one that would fit him preferably. Though he could make one if necessary and honestly with the building in the state it was it would take little effort not to mention it would surprise the shit out of whoever was inside. This sort of meeting never really happened among the crime fighters so if it had maybe he wouldn't have been so cautious or paranoid really about. It wasn't like he always deigned to work alone or by himself when working together could produce impressive results more so than by himself. He also knew he was so stealthy it would take a blind, deaf, and no touch sensitivity stricken man to not know he was coming under the most perfect of circumstance so it was a tactic he rarely bothered with beyond staying his distance.

It didn't take particularly long but he figured if the people inside were busy he would be in position while they were still preparing or to interrupt an ambush already going on. It would surprise him if someone had set up for more than one vigilante to take a fall so he was ready to back them up as well if it was the case. He found what seemed like a particularly weak portion of the back wall leading right into the center of the main room then started to back up judging how much force would be needed to go straight through it. Once he was satisfied he started a what was a jog for him slowly picking up some speed before making impact with the wall and found he overestimated what he needed. He wasn't sure exactly what he hit on the way in but it was promptly smashing and whatever ended up in his face smelled like mothballs before he felt something give way below his feet just as he got a flash of light in his face hearing something about questions.

There was a moment of quiet from him as he took in the situation realizing he was waist deep into a damn stage after having run through the dark back room taking down half the curtain with him and now was getting strange looks from everyone else in the room. He recognized some off the bat and had heard of a couple others and there was one who had no mask on who he really didn't know who it was. It didn't take him long to feel like an absolute idiot because it wasn't a trap or ambush and he had just made the biggest damn fool of himself.

"Well that answers my first question." Girard said from behind his helmet which he was very happy to have on at the moment.

The big man proceeded to try and find a way to not completely destroy the stage while getting out of it, it was going to be a long night.


[System]
Age: He lost count years ago but apparently, immortal.

Appearance:

While out of water, Artemis develops the swelled, sad look that we all know and love (the picture above describes it quite well). A flabby, useless body is rather shit in combat and in the dating game, as are the small, beady eyes and large nose. In water, his gelatinous body compresses and his body becomes much more fish-like. Deep-sea water is his element and he can handle extreme pressure well because of this (but not psychological pressure because that shits stressful, yo).

When speaking, his voice can sound rather lisp-y, due to his fat lips but he has a rather refined accent (not all that different from Walter Melon from Aqua Teen Hunger Force, since they have the same voice actor, the talented Chris Kadden).

Species: Blobfish

Personality:
If the dictionary was a pop-up picture book, the definition of "pessimism" would have Artemis' ugly face on the slapped onto it. After hundreds (it could be thousands by now...) of years, Artemis has long given up looking on the bright side of life and has developed a sarcastic and 'the glass is half-empty' tone with those he hangs around with or calls a "friend". He is by no-means selfish or mean but he has little time for shit and small talk. You'd think a guy who's lived as long as this would be a bit more open and understanding...

Likes:
-Being a blobfish under water.
-Mangos
-Lady blobfish.

Dislikes:
-Being a blobfish on land.
-The idiots he's stuck with.
-Being alive for thousands of years.

Neutral Opinion:
-Being a blobfish.

History:
Artemis came from the deep-sea Pacific, off the coast of a mysterious island called "Straylia". He doesn't remember much from those early years as a simple blobfish, prowling the bottom of a deep-sea trench for scraps, as he didn't gain sentience until he was much older. Upon realising his own existence, Artemis was overcome with sadness as he realised he hadn't gotten laid yet. In his desperation, he began trying for mates all over the deep-sea trench but to no avail. He was simply too sentient and too clever for the female blobfish. So, he left the trench for warmer waters.

He traveled for years, still not dying or getting laid or finding a purpose. In his 57th year, he was unluckily caught in a fishing line and pulled to the surface by a sea-faring wizard. The wizard recognised his sentience almost immediately and revealed to Artemis that he was most likely immortal, judging by the deteriorated state of his genitals and his body wrinkles. Distraught, he threw himself into the ocean only to remember he's immortal and from the ocean.

He kept going from ocean to ocean as the years went passed, slowly losing count of his own age and place in life. After years of moping about the ocean floor, Artemis flopped onto the surface of the beach a different blob fish. His entire body swelled up and he became even uglier. The immortal blob fish has dragged itself across land for years and has seen the world slowly become stranger and stranger. What he is searching for, he doesn't know. A purpose would be nice but so would some blobfish poontang.

[User]
"Well, at least we're all alright."

Everyone else seemed to be awake, everyone except for Heena anyways. They hadn't really appeared to experience any lasting damage either, except for Peter's dented helmet.

"Maybe, I'll be able to gnaw through the bars."

Luka plodded over to the iron bars of the cell. They looked to be too thin to squeeze through, even for Artemis. Luka turned his head sideways, and started nibbling on one of the bars.

"Bleh! It's rusty!"

Clearly the bars were quite old, and Luka was treated to a mouthful of good old iron oxide. Regardless, he continued nibbling away at the bars, for lack of a better thing to do. But suddenly, he heard a sniffing sound from the cell ahead of them, and then a sudden loud cough of some sort. The cough resonated up and down the cell block, scaring Luka slightly, but he didn't know how the others were.

Peering into the darkness, he saw a huge looming figure...

Peering even closer, he saw that it too appeared to be nibbling on the bars.

"Oh hey!" Luka called through the gloom, "Do you like nibbling too?"

[Assistant]
In a sudden motion his seat, at the time Peter chest, stood up causing the not so amused harpy to fall off him in surprise and land face first into the moist floor. He moved up from the floor just a bit seeing Peter pacing around complaining . He hummed in a not pleased fashion. Standing up and ruffling his poor feathers to get some of the dust off. He watched Peter for some more moments. It wouldnt be nice to trip him, humhum concluded. Hearing Luka talk to someone, he shifted his attention over.
Walking pass, Peter towards Luka, Humhum did do something he saw humans do all the time. Slapping him over that metal hat thing he tended to wear.
''Luka to who are you talking mmm?'' He asked, looking over and noticing the creature. ''Hello mmm... Are you mmm long here? '' He waved at the creature in question grabbing one of the rusty bars with his claw. Starting to pull at it. Letting pretty much his silent anger at the bar out. It did him good as he started to flap his wings, tugging at it with lot of force. The claw clenching even more thigh around it as if he wasnt able to deiced if he wanted to pull the bar out or clench it dust. It did worked calming at humhum after a bit. Taking a short break from that activity. ''Do you want mmm out too, like us mhm? Maybe we can help each mmm other?'' He tilted his head at the neighbour prisoner creature before listening carefully as he went to his activity of tugging vigorously at the rusty bar.

[User]
Setheran the monster, watched them, all thoughts of trying to chew his way out lost. He could escape right that moment; he knew he might have a good chance at escaping. The problem was that he didn't have a guaranteed chance to escape, because a hundred guards would overpower him, with the organization and cleverness of their commander.

But getting a random group of misfits to help him would make it very much more likely to escape. So, he withdrew his snout from between the bars, and coughed several more times, as he made his way to the edge of the door. He appeared to be looking for something in particular, as he dragged his snout along the edges of his door, nudging each spot where the bolts holding the door to the hallway were at.

And in a minute, he had pushed out all the pins in the stupidly-designed door clearly meant for dumb creatures, and the great door came crashing down into the hallway with a loud bang!

And then Seth the creature stepped out of his cage, looked back and forth, and then spit on the tops of the neighboring cell's bars, where the metal met metal at the very top, against the ceiling. A moment later, the tops of the bars were melted through, and Seth took a bar in his teeth, and veeerrryyyy slowly began bending it out, into the hall, starting to make a hole.

[Assistant]
"What the hell is that?" gulped Artemis, rolling onto his front. He watched through the bars of his cell fearfully as the big creature lumbered towards them. "Woahhh, hold up a minute, big boy. I'm not very tasty, you see, I'm a fish who has been out of water for a while now..." He watched in horror as the monster spat on the top of the bars and burnt the bars. "Jesus Christ...." gasped Artemis, slowly flopping backwards in fear. The creature took a bar in its great jaws and slowly began bending the bar in a downwards direction. "Now come on, now, we don't need to do that" soothed the blobfish, a crack in his voice revealing his fear. This creature was obviously trying to break in and eat them. There was no other explanation for it.

Images of Artemis's body oozing blood and guts in the creatures mouth flashed through his mind. He might be immortal but goddammit, that would hurt! "Seriously, boy, you don't have to do that" whispered Artemis, finding himself in the very back corner of the cell. He whimpered in fear before noticing his companions looked unfazed by the creature at their door. "Yeah, don't worry guys, there's just a huge freaking monster breaking into our cell, I'm probably just overreacting here!" he barked sarcastically. "Sorry that I don't want to be digested over the course of next week and slowly push myself out of a monsters rect-OH JESUS".

The creature had broken down the bars and Artemis was pretty sure he'd shit a small stone.

[User]
Once the upper parts of the bars were melted the one bar Humhum was tugging much easier gave in to him, bending into the cell. He hummed much more pleased. The friendly creature was bending them outsider and Humhum decide to let him do that.
There were others things to get done. Someone would have to carry their still passed out friend alpaca and the too slow for escaping fish.

Walking over to the blob fish who for some reason was going father and father into the corner. Shrugging it off as something Artemis tended to do a lot beside the complain like talk he often had. Smiling at him and humming he tried to complement him. ''Dont be silly I am sure you taste great. mhm mhm mhm~ '' Humhum reached his leg out his claw grabbing around his fish friend. ''Some one mhhhh has to carry Hee~na too mhm~'' He pointed helpfully deciding to not slow himself by carrying her, she was heavier than a fish.

Humhum holding Artemis in his claw flattered easily out the now several outside bend bars. He balanced easily one one leg the fish in his claws pretty much in eye level with the helpfully creature. ''Thank you mmmhm~ We should go left I can feel mmmmmuch~ fresher air that way. mmm''  He patiently waited for all the others to get out before setting on. He will have to groom himself for hours the moment they were outside.

[Assistant]
"Thank you mister!"

Luka trotted over to the unconscious Heena. He nudged her a little, but he got no response. They should probably leave, but Luka wouldn't be able to lift the unconscious Alpaca. Perhaps their new monstrous friend could help them instead. He trotted over towards the creature, with the intention of perhaps making a new friend.

"Can you tell us your name, mister?"

[User]
Setheran eyed the creatures intelligently, taking in the smaller forms of what may be, perhaps, his new companions. While the creature's mind slowly ate away at his own intelligence, his morals and thoughts, he couldn't just leave them here.

So instead, he hopped through the small gap, having to twist his head to the side to fit, since his horns jutted out farther on each side than anything else, and bared his teeth at them all. Except, he wasn't growling- rather, his teeth had folded into his mouth, leaving little slits in his gums and worthy of a name like "toothless." Then he approached the passed out long-necked sheep thing, and gently took it in his mouth. Being larger than all the other creatures inside the cell, it didn't take much to lift it, thought he feared his saliva might dirty its wool, he didn't think it'd be that bad.

So he turned and hopped out, ignoring any attempts to speak to it. He didn't try to speak- he already knew he couldn't. Instead, he did what he did know how to do- stared at the sand shark's eyes and used a limited form of telepathy to send a series of images, mainly of letters- S-E-T-H-E-R-A-N. His name. Next, he caught the fidgety harpy in his gaze and sent a series of images of them riding on his back. The harpy he could handle, even with the panicked slab of talking flesh, but he didn't think he could handle a... metal suit thing.

[Assistant]
The images were a surprise to Humhum, it took him a few moments to guess that the creature staring at him was the cause. First time receiving a telepathic message is distracting and unusually. It was lucky there was a series of images making him hum as his response. Shifting his balance on one leg he was standing on, he spoke.

''I prefer to fly mmmhmm, I am quite fast.mmm I could mmm hmmm keep up.''

There was a little bit of pride involved. He was far from the fastest in his colony but he was still fast. He wanted to prove it and show that he could keep up with anyone running. Even a interesting beast like his new friend. On the other hand Humhum was quite nice. Offering a compromise.

'' But if you insist mmm I may instead of riding mm just sit on your back. mhm mhm~ Either way mmm we should go...mmm Peter hurry up mhm. ''

He turned around to check if someone was coming, not seeing anyone he let go of the blob fish. catching Artemis before he hit the ground with the same claw, but now making him face the opposite side than Humhum. The harpy simply thought if there happen to be something behind him Artemis will see it and be really loud about it.


[System]
"I will give it my 110% every time!"
Age: 16
Gender: Female
Soul Weapon: Yuki (meaning: Courage)

Magic Element: Air
Personality: Insecure, hard working, sensitive, gentle, cautious, smart
Crush: None
Other: Has a bad habit of mumbling and avoiding eye contact (especially because she's shorter than most people!)

[User]
Scarlet Academy Theme Song

Saturday September 1st 2020 6:30AM Early Morning

At Raikonan Airport, a plane which carried thousands of passengers have landed. People begin to exit the plane and head over the baggage claim. Hisoka Namiki was one of these passengers as he picks up his suit case. He walks out to the crowd of people who are holding signs with names on them. "hmmm lot's of families! It's nice seeing family meet up like this, even if it's not my own." He thought to himself. Hisoka noticed a woman in a suit wearing sunglasses holding up a sign that reads 'New Students of Scarlet Academy!' Hisoka began to walk towards the woman as he bowed as a greeting "You are the first of the group to arrive. Please wait behind me for the others." Hisoka nods as he goes to wait in a seat behind the woman making him easily visible from the other students when the approach the woman.

[Assistant]
Emi Sugihara

Emi loved riding on airplanes. She enjoyed being up high in the sky yet still being able to read a nice book. Before she knew it, they had landed and a crowd of people made their way, trying to get off the plane as soon as possible. Not wanting to fight through the mob, she remained seated until she was almost the last one on the plane. "Well, it's better than being trampled," she thought to herself as she struggled to reach her carry on that was placed above the seats. Eventually, she was able to get off the plane in one piece and went to look for her luggage. Fortunately, it wasn't a total nightmare; as much as she enjoyed the flight, the process of going through the airport procedures was annoying. She grabbed her luggage and began to look for the people from Scarlet Academy. Someone had to be there to pick them up, right?

Ah, there it was. There was a woman holding a sign that read, "New Students of Scarlet Academy!" Emi approached the woman and greeted her politely with a bow. She saw that there was already another student there. He was much older than her, though he did not look like a mean person. She gave him a nod as she took a seat, not exactly next to him (that was too much), but near his general area. Then she joined the waiting game.

[User]
Kireina Tohsaka

Previous to the point of being on an airplane and all, she had just been a regular student under her masters training to become an extremely strong Magic Knight. Kireina isn't afraid to speak what's on her mind, it just shows how cold she truly is. Well, she does use ice as her element, coincidence? She had gotten on the plane to go to a school, where she could truly learn more about Magic Knights. She had so much knowledge from her master back home in the mountains of Russia, on how to manifest her power to her ability. She had many thoughts flying around in her head on the plane, to ask if this was all really worth it? This school might even just be a lie, nobody could teach me anything better than what my master taught. I had to survive for weeks in that mountain. Kireina had thought to herself, before looking to see the plane landing on the ground.

Eventually the plane had stopped, she looked up from her chair to take a look outside, it didn't look as cold as it was in Russia. She looked to see the other passengers get up as well, but she was one of the first people to get out of the plane. She walked down the stairs taking her time, and went inside to find where her luggage was. Once again, she was one of the first to luckily and safely get her luggage. She was always told that she was number one, but she hated being a perfectionist at times as well. Kireina took a look around the airport to find lots of signs around, she lifted an eyebrow and took a look around at all of the names.

Eventually she came across Scarlet Academy, seeing a woman in a suit wearing glasses, and seeing two other people stand besides her. She then walked over to the three of them, giving them a cold stare, barely showing any emotion at all. She then stopped in front of the three of them, breathing in, then exhaling to speak. "May I ask, is this academy merely a tale?" Kireina said as she kept giving them her cold stare, or it could even be a glare at this point.

"Because I will punish you, for lying to me." Kireina said lifted her head up a little to them, giving them a full on glare.

[Assistant] Exiting the long and tiring airplane ride Gin stopped yawning in the middle of a very large crowd literally being carried by the crowd like a wave. Barely surviving the tidal wave of people Gin clenched to the nearest nailed down object holding on for his life.  "The hell was that!?"  He asked no one in particular resuming back to the usual exiting the terminal steps. Of course he waited until the crowd of people died down. Gin quickly retrieved his bag his mind getting the best of him as his did so. For some reason he thought he seen a shark out the corner of his eye which explains a lot since he almost drowned....well suffocated in the vast amount of people that paraded the terminal. Yes, he was delusional and a bit frightened but that quickly left as it came when he soon realized he was on land. Calming down from the whole shark fiasco he assumed his normal persona. He roamed a bit searching for something that represented this 'Scarlet Academy'. As if on cue a woman holding up an obvious sign reeled in Gin's attention. He walked to the woman bowing at her his green bang shading his right eye completely. Gin sat down seeing this weird girl who seemed to be pissed at life it self(Kireina). He peeked at her in order to avoid becoming a target for her 'stares'. It wasn't hard to avoid eye contact that was something that he was actually good at. But to play it safe he slid on some head phones looking off into random directions.

[User] Arata waited as the plane he was on landed at Raikonan Airport. The majority of people on the plane rushed to get off and to there destination. There's no need to rush, everything in due time. Once the crowd had thinned some, he exited the plane and went to luggage claim. When he found his suitcase, he also found a note attached to it. Dearest Arata, remember that you must... are they really trying to... i know that they're just... forget it. After reading the note, which only infuriated him, he tore it off and stuffed it in his pocket. Walking out, Arata was surprised to see how many families were waiting for someone to arrive. It took him a moment to scan the area and find a woman with a sign reading 'New Students of Scarlet Academy!' He walked up, noting a tension in the air which he couldn't place a reason for, and sat down in the seat furthest from the group.

[Assistant]
This the life. Just sitting back, relaxing, keeping eyes closed to enjoy that darkness. Nothing beats a good-- 'WHO DARES TO DISTURB MY NAP FOR I SWEAR I'LL-- oh we're here,' was the first thing Koken thought after waking up from a rather pleasing nap on the long plane ride. As the crowd formed in the aisles Koken took her time to stretch from where she sat before wiping some drool off her face with her black sleeve; and then adjusting her stylish but plain black cap, or her 'traveling' cap in which she calls it and literally just bought it for this occasion, as it appeared crooked on her head. After a short bit of waking up Koken stood and waited almost impatiently to get out of the plane. It kind of switched in and out every now and then. Impatient, then not, impatient, then not, rinse and repeat. That's bipolar for you, or something like that.

After finally getting off the plane it was off to baggage claim. Koken did have a backpack as her carry on, but alas there's one more piece of luggage. After all of that was done, it was time to find and meet up with whoever. Through...all of these signs... So...many signs... Koken stood there looking at them all, scratching the black hair behind her head as she blinked, "...What's the name of the school again?" she muttered to herself. How in the hell she forgot the name of the god damn school is anyone's guess. But soon after some looking around more closely a sign that would seem to represent the school would catch Koken's attention. 'Scarlet Academy' was basically what it was. "...Yea that sounds about right," Koken muttered to herself once again before shrugging her shoulders and walking on over. She tilted up the visor of her cap upward to reveal her eyes a little more, but not like they were hidden in the first place or anything. A few students seemed to have been there already, but the one that temporarily caught Koken's attention the most was the girl standing in front of the woman in the suit. Some kind of problem was probably being caused. Maybe. Who knows. But then as she was walking towards the group in general she heard the girl say something like 'Because I'll punish you,' or something like that. Unplanned, Koken snickered as a substitution to hold in a chuckle as she walked past her and the woman in the suit and turning her head away slightly as well. Koken actually found the 'punish' part funny, or at least the fact that she's saying it to someone who's obviously in charge. Anyways, aside from that. Koken stood around the general area of the group slightly off to the side, seeming that the only thing to do now is stand around and wait.

[User]
Aleksandri Galino

The plane ride was horrible for Aleksa, though she didn't show it for the most part as she was either passed out or distracting herself by singing in Russian. The turbulence that had occurred earlier in the flight had her clutching the arm hard enough for her knuckles to turn white. "I don't Like flying, I really don't like flying!" this was the thought that kept running through her head when she was awake and until they were on the ground and about to get off the plane. As she waited to disembark Aleksa hummed a tune that had a happy note to it before she was able to get off. When she stood Aleksa grabbed her backpack from the over head compartment and exited the plane before breathing a sigh of relief, "God I'm glad to be of that thing".

Aleksa got to the area to pick up her luggage and picked up her lightning imprinted duffelbag before walking around to find the person who was supposed to pick her up. With her bag slung over her shoulder Aleksa scanned the crowd until she spotted the woman holding a Scarlet Academy sign and approached the small group of what she suspected were students. When Aleksa reached the person holding the sign she gave a small courtesy out of respect and waved to the others who were sitting down. She stood quietly just listening to the bustle of the airport goers and waiting for the rest of the people to get there. Aleksandri began to hum the song Katyusha  while waiting.

[Assistant] Djura waited for the large bloody crowd that rushed out of the plane when it landed to thin before he even tried to get up. He grabbed his backpack out of the storage above the seats. It was all he had brought, he didn't want to trudge too much stuff all the way from Ireland, and hey no need to go through baggage claims. After getting off the plane, and being frisked by airport security he wore a cover over half his face suspicious persons and all, he began walking through the terminal looking around at all the people and signs. He was rubbing his hands together nervously, feeling a bit odd at being in a foreign country and not knowing anyone. He almost missed the women holding up a sign for Scarlet Academy students since someone was standing infront of her. He made his way over and slipped quietly past the girl glaring at the sign holder and some of the other student that had arrived before him and sat down, placing his backpack between his feet. He began listening to the girl standing nearby humming the tune of a song.

[User]
Saturday September 1st 2020 6:45AM Early Morning

The woman in the suit looked down to Kireina who was giving her a cold glare. "Let me answer your question with this..." The woman mumbled as she let off a pressure of aura that would cause even the gods to back down. "You should go sit down now. You wouldn't want to mess with Ms. Shiba now, would you?" She said obviously speaking in third person.

Hisoka who was staring off yet still paying attention to the people who had sat down after him, decided to have a bit of fun with the others and emit some pressure from his aura mixed with his element. His pressure was strong enough to make even the toughest of guys back down and cower in fear. Even with this his aura had a heat wave mixed with it so anyone who felt the pressure would feel the heat as well. "Let's see how they deal with this. Wonder who will be able to figure out who is doing it." He thought to himself "Let's say this is a test from an upperclassman." He added in thought.

[Assistant]
"Yikes, did that girl really say that?" Emi frowned, somewhat annoyed."Even I have better social skills than that."

But before Emi could say anything, Ms. Shiba, as she discovered, emitted an aura that even Emi had to admit was unsettling. That probably settled things for now. More and more students began to arrive, each looking more standoffish than the last. Well some of them were nice and she waved back at anyone who waved to her. Still, they did not seem to be a very preppy group, not that she minded.

Suddenly, she felt a different kind of pressure. It was strong and warm and uncomfortable. Was one of the students here trying to show off? She sighed, doing her best to use her element to keep her cool, creating a sort of wind barrier around herself. Then she turned to the guy that beat her here and asked quietly so only he could hear her, "By chance are you the one doing this? Because if so, it's not very funny." She was just guessing but by the looks of most people here, she could kind of guess what kind of elements they use. For example, Miss ColdnSerious was probably an ice element user. Two of the more quiet, brooding types seemed to be darkness users. Though the rest were somewhat anybody's guess. She wondered if she looked like an air elemental... Regardless, she didn't mean to pinpoint the guy; he just happened to be sitting closest to her.


[System]
UPDATE: I think I'm done. Konrad, would you be willing to throw down some criticism and your thoughts on him so far?

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Gender: Male

Age: 28

Nationality + Special Forces Origin: Russian, Alpha Group, FSB.

Appearance:

Dima uses his Gorka-4 Mountain Pattern Uniform when in mountainous, urban, or rocky terrains in conjunction with the Multicam pattern uniform for the most part identical to his NATO counterparts in most other environments.

Rank: "Serzhánt" Sergeant (OR-5)

Role: Breaching Specialist/Explosives Expert

Weapon(s): (WIP)

Heavily modified AK-105
-30 & 45 round 5.45x39 Magazines
-Aimpoint T1 Miro RDS
-Aimpoint 3x Magnifier on swinging mount
-Cowitness Magpul Flip up BUIS
-Gemtech Suppressor (With gear, readily available)
-AN/PEQ-15 Laser aiming module

AF1 Strike One Pistol (9mm)
-17 round 9x19mm Magazines
-Gemtech Suppressor
-Laser/flashlight aiming module

KBP Tula PP-2000
-30 round Magazines of 9x19 +P+ class 7N31 "Armor Piercing" Ammunition.
-Aimpoint T1 Micro RDS (Low Mount)

FN FNP 45 Tactical
-15 Round .45 Magazines
-Trijicon RMR
-Osprey .45 Suppressor

Mossberg 590A1 Breacher Configuration
-14" Barrel with Breaching Muzzle Device
-M4 style collapsible Magpul Stock
-12 ga. frangible breaching rounds

Brief Background: The beginning of Dima's military career began like so many other young men in the Federation. Once legal records showed he was now of age, he was sent the notice of conscription and like a good citizen reported to the nearest recruitment station for processing. In truth, Dima was still only 17 at his time of conscription, thanks to a careless mistake by a nurse during the documentation at his time of birth. Being listed as one year older than he was, Dima was inevitably the youngest recruit in his platoon and as such did everything he could to avoid standing out. Refusing to rise to the top or sink to the bottom however proved to be a double edged sword, landing him a spot in the now understaffed VDV.

His time in airborne school became the second most significant change for Dima's military career. While going through supplementary explosives and MOUT training Dima began to draw attention to himself. His instructors found the young soldier to be the least intimidated by the prospect and practical application of explosives within the close confines of Urban combat and continued to train him as his enthusiasm and proficiency quickly grew. Training in the standard ranks of the Federation Armed forces, like many others world round, proved to be very cut and dry; basic in nature. What he didn't learn from his training, he soon learned under fire.

Now hardly turning 18, Dima was thrown into the hellish fires of the Chechen conflict. Still considered raw, Dima soon found himself haggard and alone after an ill-fated combat jump into the outlaying city of Grozny. Before they had even touched their boots on ground his platoon alone had taken a staggering sixty percent dead or wounded. Upon his reunion with the scorched and muddy earth, the young soldier found his situation wasn't much improved. Finding the situation well out of hand, Dima immediately began finding his wounded brothers in arms in an attempt to pull them from the massacre happening on the ground.

Dima's hours of crawling face first in the cold, thick, mud while under fire saved the lives of twelve. One of which was the Colonel of the entire Regiment. Casting off once more into the fray, Dima left a single able bodied medic and the remaining men in various states of incapacitation, he would soon learn to regret his hasty decision. Not more than half an hour of searching later, the Paratrooper failed to find any more survivors. Returning to the casualty collection point, Dima comes face to face with the horrors of an unchecked irregular war.

A small group of Islamist fronted extremist Chechen separatists in the process of either slitting the throats of his wounded comrades, some already with their heads removed by long dull blades. There were no screams as the extremists unceremoniously rammed a knife into the last remaining man's neck. Something in Dima snapped at that moment. All fear of death was lost on him as he raised his rifle and flicked it from safe to auto. The distinctive chatter of a Kalashnikov tore through the small clearing as Dima let rip a short burst into his superior officer's executioner. The man's chest and neck exploded from the rear as his rounds exited their target.

It took but a second for the rest of the Rebels to turn their weapons on him. Dima knew his end was inevitable. But, to his surprise, instead of being gunned down like a dog, the treeline to the far left of the clearing exploded in automatic fire. The short volley ripped the remaining men apart with frightening accuracy, a small four man team emerging from the brush only seconds after the bodies fell to the grass. Rushing to his quickly dying Colonel's side, the older man wordlessly reached into a pouch in his web gear and produced a small pistol from it, a PSM, which he thrust into the soldier's hands before finally fading into death.

It was at this moment that Dima's career took it's most significant turn. Being the last surviving man in his platoon, Dima was whisked away by the Alpha group that had been pursuing that particular group of individuals in order to kill the very man Dima had gunned down. From then on, Dima was declared either dead or missing in action like the rest of his platoon, prompting the FSB to take him in without informing the Military of his survival. It was soon found out that he had a talent for the application of explosives in Urban environments. Quickly fostering this talent into a well honed set of skills, Dima gained experience through numerous high profile raids against insurgent compounds in Armenia.

It was under these conditions that Dima flourished, raising to the rank of Sergeant then eventually leading his own three man raiding team through many successful attacks on high value targets. Following a successful collaborative raid conducted between the FSB and GRU to sting a black market transaction involving ICBM components and large amounts of Radioactive material, Dima was volunteered to Task Force Echo by the FSB in an attempt to foster improved relationships with Russia's NATO counterparts.

Equipment:

4x RGO Defensive Fragmentation Grenades

4x RGN Offensive Fragmentation Grenades

6x Vzlet-M Stun Grenades

Frames and poles to house and plant breaching charges and devices. Various amount of detcord, strip shaped charges, and plastic explosives are carried in his spacious pack. Alongside the explosive and ballistic methods of breaching, Dima has his Mechanical Breaching tool set that consist of a Sledge hammer, a "Hooligan" tool, and a pair of bold cutters. In addition to his breaching kits, Dima carries a VANT-VM Kevlar Ballistic shield.

Tucked in a small pocket sewn on the inside of his plate carrier rests the 5.45x18 PSM pistol given to him by his Late Colonel while in the VDV. Tied down along the side of his pack is his old beat up 7.62x39 AMKS underfolder and two magazines in the event Dima finds himself without any other recourse.

[User]
Aleksandra allowed herself an uncharacteristic giggle of joy as she free fell through the sky, spreading her arms out before tucking them back in as she fell into a spiraling dive. The wind howled past her face and tugged at her hair but she paid it no mind, stretching her arms out before ending the dive with a "roll" backwards. The military base down below looked so... small, like she could pinch it between her fingers. For a moment she remembered her childhood, when she would pretend to be a giant and step on trees - that was sort of what it was like whenever she flew or skydove.

The ground was nearing, and she figured now was as good a time as any to deploy her parachute, yanking on the cord and touching down a few minutes later. "Well then," she grinned, "that was fun! Thanks for inviting me along, been a while since I got to jump out of a small metal tube hundreds if not thousands of meters off the ground with only a thin piece of fabric to stop me from splattering against the ground!" Her grin turned to a smirk as she put a hand on her waist. "Now, since I'm not a fan of barbecue, who else feels like joining me in looking for something to eat elsewhere?" She would go regardless of whether or not someone accompanied her, but it couldn't hurt to have someone else along for company, and besides - she'd never been in England before. She had no idea where to go.

[Assistant]
Theis watched his comrades partake in the camaraderie; these days off were always great, and Theis thoroughly enjoyed them. He looked up at the clear blue skies and saw the cargo plane flying overhead, and the eventual figures of the rest of his friends skydiving downwards. While Theis was trained in airborne operations, he always did prefer to keep his feet on the ground. The divers looked like bullets whizzing through the air and as their parachutes were deployed, they immediately changed to look like clouds floating down towards the earth.

Theis had resigned himself to simply enjoy his own peace and quiet, and just have a nice calm day. One hand in his jeans pocket, and the other holding a bottle of beer, Theis had leaned back against a nearby tree and watched grill do its work. He had zoned out into blissfulness when Aleksandra touched down a short distance away. Her entrance brought him back to reality.

Aleksandra had offered anyone to join in her quest for food, and while Theis didn't mind burgers and hotdogs, he never did have a chance to check out the country. Even if it would only be a small corner of the Britain, some was better than none. "I'm in, Alek. It would be nice to see what the UK has to offer." Theis downed the rest of his beer and strode up next to Aleksandra, "Anyone else," he asked.

[User] Food was done, just what he was waiting for. He finished his coffee, got up and stepped closer to the BBQ, wondering what piece of human garbage cost the Briton a good chunk of his body. "This smells great, what's free?" he asked, pointing toward the grill. "And please tell me there's a lot of it." He made himself a burger and sat back down, observing the small figures in the sky, enjoying the food. It was nice of Crowstep to make some high-powered rounds for others, in case something had to be erased from this world again and there wasn't a pile of explosives handily available. Once again he had to chuckle at the thought of using the Somali's own explosives against themselves.

[Assistant]
Olivia had managed to take down the targets with near-inhuman speed. She snapped from target to target with a blink of an eye. One shot per kill. It was quick and professional, just the way she was trained to do. The female operator's leg had healed up considerably since the last time she had seen some physical activity. It wasn't 100% that was for sure, but she was able to be very mobile and quick. At 100% Olivia was deadlier, so every enemy she facex next probably would be considered lucky since they didn't have to deal with Olivia at full force. Her shooting was still on point, which was really nice. As she put her weapon down, she listened to Merlin comment on her sharp shooting skills. It was flattering coming from the illusive Merlin. As he would leave her be to practice more if she wanted to, Olivia nodded and reloaded her gun. Yes, the magazine still had rounds in it but a fresh magazine was a luxury that Olivia intended to enjoy. She continued to shoot away at the targetd up until she heard mention of food. Suddenly the SAS operator's stomach was growling to the point where she wasn't able to focus anymore. It was rather frustrating but everyone had to eat anyway.

She had unloaded her ACR right after she had loaded it, just for safety reasons. This would be the first thing she would do with people other than Merlin so she wanted to make a good impression. BBQ was a favorite of Olivia's, but being the kind of person she was she would allow her teammates to have their share before she'd have hers.