[System]
Lucrica Saronge
Age: 23
Lineage: Mudblood
School/house: Hogwarts/Hufflepuff
Patronus: Doe
Strengths:
- Healing
- Herbology
- Care of Ancient Creatures
- Potions
- Apparition
Weaknesses:
- Hexes
- Defences Against the Dark Arts
- Charms
Personality: Unlike the bulk (if not all) of Lucrica's peers, Lucrica does not possess an 'alpha' personality. Softspoken and gentle hearted; Lucrica's more than happy to melt into the shadows, and she seems to do that a lot. In fact, she's not a big fan of the limelight. In saying this, Lucrica isn't one to blindly follow the 'alphas'. She's more than happy to be left to her own devices and it isn't uncommon for her to simply disappear from a group at her own will. If she doesn't agree with something she's more likely to distance herself from the situation than to speak up. She'll often return late to check on the group and re-join them if she wishes. Lucrica is a rather quiet person, generally one to 'keep her mouth locked until it counts'. In saying that, she'll happily have lighthearted conversations with friends. She's a rather sweet person and can be a great listener. She loves her friends dearly.

Lucrica is rather shy and will rarely strike up a conversation with anyone but her peers. She doesn't necessarily make friends easy as she makes no effort to reach out to people in that way. She likes to be alone with either creatures or her own thoughts... a lot so she can be rather distant at times, both literally and figuratively. She's rather awkward and practically has 2 left feet. She can also be rather naive about a lot of things.

Bio: Lucrica was born in Ireland, where she resided for the first 10 years of her life. She was the only child of two hard-working parents. Two hard-working parents who scarcely turned her blind eye. Lucrica was often left to her own devices. Not that she minded, she liked it that way. She cherished the little time her parents paid her attention but found ways to entertain herself through mainly playing the piano, caring for her puppy and wandering nearby lands. That all changed when Lucrica was shipped off to her grandmother's. Money was becoming tighter by the month and her parents felt it best to pass her over to her father's widowed mother in England, who had the funds to care for the child. Lucrica and her grandmother got along well. Although she would occasionally rob Lucrica of her beloved alone time she loved her grandmother dearly. That was when the letter came.

At the first letter the pair thought it some elaborate pranso They'd think it ended up at the wrong house had it not had Lucrica's uncommon name on the letter it's fabulous font. Then it kept happening. Over and over letters arrived, eventually by the hundreds. Finally a neighbour, who had been recognising the chaos, had a visit. He, himself being a wizard, told her about Hogwarts and magic and, come time, she left on that magical train.

Through her years at Hogwarts she never did anything truly noteworthy. She excelled greatly at healing and caring for animals, topping her classes in those subjects. However, almost anything outside of those area and potions that involved her using her wand or chanting a spell didn't always end up well. Of course, she eventually gained enough skill to do well enough but was never top notch.

Never the best of spellcasters so why and how did she become an Auror? Being an Auror is more than detaining evil wizards. Well, actually, it isn't, but your evil wizard isn't going to make themselves an easy target, if they're good at least. To catch an Auror they need to be found and stopped and their progress unwound. And those that do the detaining side? Well they need to be cared for. Lucrica never did well at the hexes and defences against the dark arts but she is and exceptional healer and potion-maker. Her skill in apparition could come in handy too.

[User]
The United Kingdom
Wiltshire

The British Isles were old, ancient, suffused with the power of magic. Druids had spun their circles and then came civilization and the advent of modern magic. The dark and the light had long been at war over the country's hidden places, long before the Ministry had codified what it meant to be good and evil in the world of the Arcane. Of all the regions of these isles, Wiltshire held many such hidden places, in the shadow of Stone Henge, the forces of magic had gathered for untold centuries.

Not all of it was friendly.

The rain beat down in a fierce torrent, even for the notoriously damp England, it was particularly noteworthy. The countryside was awash with flooding on a dramatic level. The kind that swept away the odd car, house and unfortunate cow like it was nothing. Thankfully they found themselves in a relatively protected locale, among the hills, valleys and woodlands of wild Wiltshire. This didn't improve Izaiah's mood much, as a fat droplet of rain rolled off a leaf above him, splatting on to his form. He internalized a moan as he crept forward. They were approaching their target, and any noise now, despite spells dampening such, would be to put them all at risk.

Stone Henge was the most prominent druidic site in the nation, but it was not the only one, especially not in the pagan heatland of the Southern United Kingdom, many more were hidden away, some were still in use, and not all for peaceful reasons. The Aurors of the UK's ministry of magic had located one such community, of wild witches and wizards practicing arts beyond the law of the land, and beyond that, potentially either risking exposure, or the lives of any muggles that would stray near. Izaiah had a particular dislike for those who looked to use magic upon those utterly unaware and helpless to it, and as they had trudged through the cold and wet, that dislike had burned into hatred. He slunk his way up one more hill, slowly crawling forwards on his front, hood pulled up, until he was on the crest, still shielded by the forest, looking down into a clearing marked with stone circles and carvings. A host of figures gathered in the clearing, despite the weather, some chanting, while others placed ingredients of a sort into a large cauldron bubbling at the centre, the circles of stone and grass converging on spot.

They did not anticipate great difficulty, but the life of an Auror was a dangerous one, even on their first true mission. Izaiah knew that the rest of the team would soon be in position, around the forested edge of the clearing. He'd drawn the short straw, so it was up to him to attempt their first ever peaceful arrest as a team. He paused pensively for a moment, before pushing himself to his feat, his wand immediately lighting up in a grand display, projecting the crest of the ministry.

"This is Auror Izaiah Perntide of the Ministry of Magic, you are hearby ordered to-" He was interrupted by a cascade of shouting, and one particularly important, particularly illegal, spell being cast. He had only a second to react, diving forwards as the green bolt of power shot over him.

"Ah, well, I never did enjoy boring." He muttered to himself, before rising up, immediately ready for what confronted him, as the rest of the Auror team leaped into action.

[Assistant]
Bastards Dex would think to himself as the rain pelted the ground. The sound of the rain emulated his heart beat as his mind spread open like a book thrown asunder.

 All of them are decent shots but we need to confuse the enemy. Thanks to these hills... his mind trailed off as his eyes scanned. Hill to trough repeated until Dex saw one opening near by.

 "Iz keep at it, I will go around the left," shouting as he got to his knees. Raising his wand above his head and encircling his being he began to chant Disillusio. The tip of the wand acted as the handle of a streamer, wrapping his body in a mirroed cloth that made his essence into whatever was around him. From there he took off. Head was hung low just to be sure a camoed outline breaching the ridge didn't alarm any eyes on the other side.

 These damn heathens don't deserve a court case here. What would a peaceful arrest gain us?! Just another couple of loonies locked up. Just biding there time before coming back out and doing whatever outlandish thing they want again. Whatever. At least we can have an excuse to put the poor bastards out of their misery, or rather, our misery.

 As the thought left his brain Dex reached the side of the hill. Ideally on a proper flank from these nut jobs he smacked his body to the side of the hill and peered his head around it.

 Who is going to get it first, who first, who first...That one a wizard, to the looks of him from the cloak he wore was about 3 meters from him. Just to make Iz happy, I will try and show a little tact while taking them down.

 Dex let his right knee hit the ground, swung his left leg to the front, planted it with wand in toe and shouted, "Expelliarmus." As though a roped had been tied to the assailants wand it flew forward from him a few paces. The person's body went rigid as their head whipped back and forth to see where the sound came from.

 "Night, night you monster," their eyes would briefly meet as Dex announced, "Stupefy!" Just like a sack of potatoes you try to help your mom with but she just barely misses your hand's, he dropped. An old quote from his father back in his younger years whizzed into his brain fast as could be ," Just because those around you seem to be evil, or have bad intentions does not mean they were always bad people. Some times, our past makes us into..." blah blah blah, lecture me some other time.

 Even for Dex, these missions were a test on his brain. Sure, we all had dealings with intense situations growing together from our primary schooling to Auror training. However, the test of a being is how they handle themselves against the chaos factor. The chaos factor, in this instance, is a bunch of out of their mind wack jobs that none of us could, morally, control. There for, Dex's mind was being trained little by little to deal in situations that were out of his control. All he could do was move as a team, communicate as a team, and make damn sure that Iz knew Dex's dominance amongst us. I mean, amongst these situations. It would be selfish for him to just want to beat out a friend with...ah screw the maturity of it all. Dex wanted to dominate as best as possible without endangering others.

 He may have a heart to win, but damnit he couldn't live with himself if others fell over something routine as a crazy cult. Blinders on, breathing deep, now it is on to the next one.

[User]
Keira grumbles under her breath. She hates the rain. Utterly despises it. She glares up at the sky. "Why did it have to rain tonight?" she mumbles under her breath. She sighs softly, and waits for Izaiah to start it all off. She watches as Izaiah stands, and projects their crest. She shakes her head. Things weren't going to go well. She releases a small gasp as she sees how Izaiah was cut off from the spell cast towards him.

As soon as that spell was cast, she moved swiftly. Her first target was a group that were huddled together. Flicking her wand, she sends a Ventus Jinx towards the group, sending them flying. This made it easier to use stupefy on them and Petrificus Totalus; her favourite full body-bind curse. She yelps, lunging for the ground, barely missing the Avada Kedavra curse sent her way. "Damn it," she hisses.  "I hate rain!"

She sends a Confundus Charm in the direction the Avada Kedavra curse came from. She didn't want the others to be hit by the witch or wizard, as they were quite the sharp caster. She continues to move, wondering where the others were. She had come in from the opposite direction to Izaiah, so she was actually behind most of the enemy, making it easier for her to stun them. Even though she loved changing up her spells, she was getting quite bored, so she stuck to Stupefy.

She feels someone coming up from behind her, and she ducks down, narrowly missing the person. She lunges for the stumbling person now in front of her, knocking them to the ground. "Who the hell do you think you are?" she snarls, using Lumos. She glares at the witch below her. "Are you stupid? Who in their right mind would try to tackle someone in a fight like this?" Keira looks so incredulous at that moment.  "You people must be dumb. That's how we easily found you."

She points her pine wand at something in front of her, muttering "Everte Statum," before pointing it back at the witch. "I'll see you in a few hours," she says flatly, before saying "Immobulus." She stands up, and stretches a little, feeling rather sore. She hated being knocked to the ground, and hated knocking others to the ground even more. It couldn't be helped in her line of work though. She sighs, and moves on.

Stay safe, Izaiah, Dex, Demi, Celio, Lucrica... she thinks to herself, not even bothering to add Mandy to the list. She really doesn't like that girl. The others, however, she wouldn't wish anything bad to happen to them.

[Assistant]
Lucrica ran a hand through her soaked brown hair as the rain continued to pour. Unlike what was probably a couple of her… were they colleagues or teammates? Sure, they 'worked' together hence making them colleagues but teammates seem more… how should she put it? Kinder? Co-operative? Lucrica shook her head. Not time to focus on such things, she definitely will ask the others on their opinion later.

Crouched in her spot behind a small collection of low green bushes. Their leaves swayed in the breeze as they were shot by the bullets of fierce rain from the heavens. Iz stood seemingly lonesome. Lucrica almost wanted to stand behind him in silent support. Almost. Sure, her skill of Apparition hand served her well thus far, putting her ahead to silently survey the area prior to the scene, she knew she would be of little use in this part, the beginning. As her fresh-faced and fierce team erupted out of their hiding spots she would stay in her place, awaiting something useful to do. Sometimes she worried she wasn't the greatest asset in such a job, she was probably right, but her role head importance too! Right? Lucrica shook that thought out of her head. Another thought for another time.

Iz's speech, as expected, was not effective. They were dark witches and wizards, fat chance they'd go so easily. The rest of her group jumped into action as Lucrica stayed put, watching as her group fought the collection of witches and wizards. She gripped her wand (ebony, unicorn hair core, 13 1/4", rigid) and pursed her lips, awaiting a useful task to do. For the meantime she looked around at her group and silently hoped for their safety, trying not to flinch and their every new bruise or fresh cut.


[System]
Human Form

Beast Form
Physical Description:
Human:
A tall, athletic man who spends most of his time under robes, making it hard to get a good look at him. Those who do manage more than a peak would note he's strangely handsome and chiseled in appearance, but that his smile feels 'off' and disturbing somehow, particularly as it never seems to reach his eyes. He is estimated to be 6'1" and roughly 170 lbs. Under his hood, he has rust brown hair and brown eyes with a hint of either orange or red around the rim of the irises.
Monster:
In beast form, Jabberwocky is a monstrous draconic being with long, sharp claws, cruel fangs, and a burning wrath in his fire-orange eyes.
His face is almost piscine, like some primordial beast from the depths, but the rest of him is evocative of the tales of dragons. He is 65' from tip of the tail to his muzzle, is about 9' at the shoulder, and has a wingspan of 63'. His weight is unknown, but estimated to be 10 tonnes.

Class: Lieutenant (Lt.) of Draygon

Abilities:
Human Form:
While being in human form limits the range of his abilities, he nonetheless possesses a considerable array of skills and abilities that make him a formidable opponent:
* Hand to Hand Combat: Even in human form, he is a dangerous and accomplished adversary, not needing to switch to his more powerful form to dispatch most of his foolish opponents. He is equally skilled in barehanded combat and swordsmanship, and is incredibly strong and tough for a human. Approach with caution at all times.
* Assassin's skills: Sometimes you need to kill a foe before he even realizes you're there. Jabberwocky is surprisingly light on his feet, and can use his dagger to silence foes in the shadows.
* Healing: While the art of healing is not as gratifying as the ability to crush your foes and drink in their laments, Jabberwocky nonetheless has learned some respect for it. After all, one might need to patch oneself up after a nasty fight with a surprisingly tenacious enemy.
* Fire breathing: Jabberwocky can shoot forth gouts of white hot flames from his mighty jaws, capable of liqufying steel in seconds.
* Phasing: Jabberwocky can use his magic to phase through walls, allowing him to infiltrate fortresses and sanctums with impunity, and making him even more dangerous as an assassin. However, there are limits to this ability, as he cannot simply phase through a mountain or go deep underground lest he get trapped and suffocate.
* Transformation: As with all of Draygon's Lieutenants, he can transform into his Beast Form, becoming an even more formidable foe.

Beast Form:
* Flight: Those wings of his aren't for show. They allow him to fly great distances and with considerable speed.
* Immense Strength: While he is very strong in human form, he is nothing short of monstrously strong in dragon form, capable of grabbing and tossing humans and animals with minimal effort, as though they were toys.
* Razor-sharp claws and teeth: With razor-sharp teeth and claws, Jabberwocky can rend and tear humans to shreds, and can even create great gashes in stone and rock.

Equipment:
* Assassin dagger, poisoned blade.
* Alchemist's kit for poisons and chemical study
* A tome of notes and secrets.

RP Notes: (To be filled in.)

Jabberwocky
BY LEWIS CARROLL

'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
 Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
 And the mome raths outgrabe.

"Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
 The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun
 The frumious Bandersnatch!"

He took his vorpal sword in hand;
 Long time the manxome foe he sought—
So rested he by the Tumtum tree
 And stood awhile in thought.

And, as in uffish thought he stood,
 The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,
Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,
 And burbled as it came!

One, two! One, two! And through and through
 The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!
He left it dead, and with its head
 He went galumphing back.

"And hast thou slain the Jabberwock?
 Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!"
 He chortled in his joy.

'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
 Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
 And the mome raths outgrabe.

Source: The Random House Book of Poetry for Children (1983)

[User]
"Greetings, your Majesty," Steph said as she entered and bowed before the king. Her eyes hardened as she took note that Tornel was also present, along with a pink-haired girl. Presumably this was the "Sarah" the fairy had mentioned. "My name is Stephanie, and this is Peter," she informed, gesturing to the young apprentice who was currently cowering behind her.

"H-Hello…" the apprentice said meekly, rather overwhelmed by his current situation. First an oracle, then the leader of the wizards, and now the king himself! This was certainly the most remarkable day of his young life, and it was getting to be a bit much for the poor young man.

"We came here at the request of Master Minoc," Steph continued. "He told us that we would be met by the wise wizard Tornel, but when we arrived, Tornel locked us in a chamber and called us servants of Draygon! Minoc even told us to present this weapon to him," she explained, while retrieving the sword from her backpack. "But he carelessly dismissed it without even looking at it! There's one other thing," she added in a more reserved tone. "I'm not an apprentice of Minoc. I'm actually what you people would call an oracle. I'm sorry, Sir Gravy," she told the knight, trying not to laugh as she said his ridiculous name. "I didn't want to lie to you, but we needed to see the king and explain the situation to him."

"Gadzooks!" the paladin exclaimed. "Are you to tell me that I have been in the presence of one of the legendary oracles this entire time?! Truly extraordinary! It was my honor to be of service to you, my lady!" he declared, bowing to her in deference. Then, sobering, he added, "And though I bristle at your deception, I can see that it was for a worthy cause. Thus, it shall be my great pleasure to accept your apology!"

"Thank you," Steph said while treating the paladin to a warm smile. "That really means a lot. Oh, and you don't need to do the whole 'my lady' thing. Just call me Steph."

"Very well, young Steph," Sir Gravy acquiesced. "I shall respect your wish for modesty. And what of you young Peter," the paladin inquired. "Are you also an oracle of legend?"

"N-No, sir," Peter stammered. "I-I'm just an ordinary apprentice. I-In fact, I p-probably shouldn't even be here…"

[Assistant]
Tinkertown
Dragon

 Locke stepped forward, tears in his eyes, "There's no Oracle here!" he cried, "Go AWAY! Haven't you killed enough!?"

[User]
Sarah

When Tornel prepares a second strike, Sarah stiffens, Pip growling in her hands. For a moment, she considers drawing her sword and fighting Tornel, but then she remembers the King is still there, and she doesn't want to endanger him. She's not sure what to do about Tornel wanting to kill her, though, as he seems convinced she's a threat to the King.

However, the King's angry response - and the timely arrival of another knight - seemed to defuse the situation, and forced Tornel onto the back foot. Sarah couldn't help but wince when the King smacked Tornel; even though Tornel was just threatening to kill her, she feels that it wasn't seemly of the king to get physical like that, plus she felt pity for Tornel, whose dignity was damaged by that. Even though he attacked her and Pip.

Pip, however, held no sympathy, growling at Tornel until he leaves, giving an angry little snort when the Wizard had left.

Sarah breathes a sigh of relief when Tornel leaves. She just wishes the whole thing hadn't escalated so badly. Why did he believe she was a servant of Draygon? What had she done wrong?

When the Knight introduces his guests, Sarah waves to them.

"Hello, I'm Sarah, a pleasure to meet you," she says.

To Stephanie, Sarah seems to be a pink-haired girl of 18 years old, a bit tall for her age, and with bright green eyes. She's carrying a small dog, similar to a corgi with shiny bits attached, and they seem a bit scuffed up, as though they've been hit by a small explosion - which she probably heard on her way up. The dog seems in better condition than Sarah.

For Sarah, seeing Stephanie in those clothes... it stirs something deep within her. A memory? More like a glimpse of one, a flash of recognition that fades away almost before it registers. She remembers the tube from her nightmare in the caverns under the influence of the miasma. She remembers vaguely seeing figures outside her tube, in similar designs.

Or is she just imagining things? The memory flashed by too quickly to examine.

"I'm... I'm not sure why he thought we were servants of Draygon," Sarah says with a shrug. Then she notices the dog in her arms start fidgeting. "Uh, Pip, what are you doing...? Pip?!"

Pip jumps out of New Master's arms, and trots over to the newcomers. The Knight he gives a quick sniff, but more out of mild curiosity than anything. The boy with him he gives a bit more interest, circling him once or twice as he sniffs his feet and legs. Clearly an outsider, from a distant village, but any uniqueness to his scent seems to have rubbed off from the third one, a girl.

Sniffing the girl gives more intriguing results. She smells... unique. Somehow it's similar to New Master's scent, but different in a way. He circles the raven-haired girl a few times, sniffing curiously, before looking up at her, tilting his head with a curious whine, then barking cheerfully and panting.

"So sorry about that," Sarah says, walking over to pick up the over-eager dog. "Pip's very excitable, and I've only had him for a short while now..."

[Assistant] He begins laughing, untill he's howling in laughter. "Have you never heard of the Jabberwocky, child? I live for death, for war. I am the ultimate killing machine." He tilts his head. "You're a brave one. If you can hit me at all, I'll leave. Take a swing at me."

[User]
Tinkertown
Dragon

 Locke looked at the dragon hopelessly, "You're up on that roof! I can't reach you up there!?"

[Assistant] He laughs, and jumps off the roof. The ground cracked beneath his feet, smattering like glass hit with a boulder. "The first strike is yours,  little boy." He bares fangs, sharp and white.

[User]
Tinkertown
Dragon

 Locke stepped forward, tears running down his face. He was only 14 but he knew he was about to die. If only he could touch the monster then the monster promised to leave his family alone and his friends and go away. Locke felt too weak to live the Sword higher than his wast. He forced his muscles to move and he swung the sword towards jabberwocky's taunting face.

 "Got you!" Came a tiny voice from behind jabberwocky's leg. A little girl, maybe 5 years old, had been hiding behind Locke's legs And when Jabberwocky landed she slipped around to his giant scaled foot and with a little wooden sword Hit it as hard as her little body could. From the building a woman screamed no.

 A voice sounded in jabberwocky's head, "Destroy them all," Draygon said inside of Jabberwocky's head, "and return to me."

[Assistant] He laughs, long and loud. "Not even dogs send pups to fight. Cowards, all of you." The weapons do nothing, less then nothing. They both shatter, as if smashed with a hammer. "I like you, little ones. You remind me of someone...... leave now, children. You are no threat." He looks at the adults, and walks towards them, hands clasped behind his back. His scythe scraping into the ground, rocks cracking and splitting. "Are there no honerable ones among you?"

[User]
Tinkertown
Dragon

 A disheveled woman who might have been in her mid-twenties ran out of the building and picked up the five-year-old child. "There was a girl," She said holding her child to her chest, "but she disappeared, Lord Minoc took her somewhere and none of us know where. And now he's dead." The woman put herself in between the two children and Jabberwocky, "does that satisfy you beast? Or do you still lust for more blood?"

[Assistant] He tilts his head. "Enough? You think I've done enough? Should I drag your whole town to Draygon, let him eradicate you all? Send me your strongest warrior. If they can get through my defense, I'll leave. If not....." He bares his fangs. "You get the picture."


[System]
Nickname(Optional): Pfft, no.
Age: 24
Gender: Male
Physical Appearance: Of Average build with short dark hair, Neil isn't exactly the most unique specimen. He is fit but not noticeably so. He isn't big at all, but he is also not small. He has a face girls can find cute, but not exactly dreamy. Tanned skin and a ruddy complexion from all of the machine's he's worked on, coupled with the calluses on his hands gives him an experienced look despite the very youthful appearance he has. All in all, other than the twinkling of his eyes and the trademark grin, he is essentially average. He has dark eyes and very dark brown hair, enough to be considered black under most light. He's about 5'10 and 165 pounds.
Clothing: He often wears baggy pants, mostly military cargo. He likes to wear single colored T-Shirts. Usually he wears red.
Personality: Oh, now that is a question. To say Neil is eccentric is...well, that hits the nail on the head. Very good with hand-eye coordination, competent combatant, good engineer, and a daring pilot. But prone to sarcasm, snide remarks, unorthodox behavior, and just good old fashioned explosions. He's a born jokester, though behind his charming yet insufferable demeanor belies a certain intelligence, and to those he enjoys, he does tend to have a big heart.

[User]
The door banged open and a laughing Sayeeda tumbled through. She was dressed in a completely different outfit from the one she had left in, a tailored dress of slinky scarlet fabric with ruby studded jewelery at wrists and neck. An elaborately embroided cloth of gold head covering covered her from her hairline and hung down her neck in a gausy wave. Beyond the door Aiden called his reluctant good byes with a quick 'tomorrow then' and he was off striding down the hallway with a swagger in his step. The door clicked shut and the room was in darkness for several seconds. Then the lights powered up with a quiet hum.

"Well?!" Taya asked excitedly. The animation that had been in Junebug's face faded buy degrees. A jerky dimmer switch moving from exctatic to somber in an uneven series of jerks.

"It was fine," she said at last and headed across the room kicking off the high heels she had been wearing. It had been fine, more than fine, Aiden had showed her the city talking at length about its history and culture as well as his plans for the Empire when he inherited. Apparently that would be soon, it was for the custom for the King to step down while still in reasonable health and to annoit a successor rather than let the children fight it out. He had been engaging and charming and she had enjoyed it immensley allowing the dinner to progress into a gala and an artistic display.

"I'm surprised you didn't follow along on the vid screens," she muttered, "Honestly its amazing people don't inhale the damn things on this world. Taya looked a little guilty at that remark but was in no hurry to confirm it. Reaching the bar she picked up an ornate bottle of what was probably a very expensive brandy and gulped down several quick slugs before wiping her mouth with the back of her hand.

"It was fine?" Taya pressed, "That isn't exactly a great recommendation for a date."

"It wasn't a date," Junebug protested without much enthusiasm. In her minds eye she saw the flashing of holo camera at the gala. In her minds eye she was back on Humbolt for a moment, plasma bolts blasting chunks of ancient glaciers into incandescent steam. The glint of a sniper scope the moment before a kinetic rounded blew Corvitz' left eye out the back of his head. The wink of incoming as it cleared the horizon on Kendal IV. She took another gulp of liquor, leting the fire of it burn down her throat and warm her belly. There was a slight quiver to her hand.

"...Junebug," Taya repeated in a tone that suggested that it wasn't the first time she had spoken the words. The girls youthful enthusiasm had transmuted to worry in the lost seconds between her second and third slugs of the brandy.

"You ok?"

"Fine, fine," she muttered and pulled the gold lace head covering from atop her scalp and tossed it into the corner. Her hair was still short but longer than it had been when she took over the Highlander, might be time to cut it again. She spotted a strange concoction that appeared to be meat and vegetables between two slices of some sort of carbohydrate. It was half eaten but apparently abandoned beside some fried tubas which had been cut into short sticks. She took a bite and masticated with determination, her nerves calming as her body focused on eating.

"Uhhh... thats Neils..." Taya interjected. Junebug shrugged her shoulders.

"I dont see him eating it," She mumbled around a mouthful of what must have been a 'braman burger'. It really was quite good, esspeically whatever that red sauce was. She poured herself a glass of iced sodawater from the bar and cut it fifty fifty with the brandy. No good in making herself too drunk. Sometimes being out in public got to her.

"You ask me why I'm a trooper," she hummed to herself, the familiar cadence settling her nerves somewhat.

"Ask me why I sleep in a ditch," she went on. The cadence helped her to press the fear and uncertainty into the back of her mind. Civilian life just had different challenges. She could adapt to them. Had to adapt to them.

"You guys didn't have dinner? You were gone for hours," Taya said flopping back on the bed, a little amused by the sight of Junebug swilling booze and eating a burger in an expensive cocktail dress.

"Vegie crap, no carbs in it," she mubled around the food.

"Where is Neil anyway, not out racing sky cars or something I hope?"

[Assistant]
Neil had felt restless.

After about fifteen minutes of waiting on the food, he let out a long sigh. Needless to say Taya was startled when he suddenly stepped forward into a jump and kicked off the wall like he used to do in his planet's 'Primary Educational System' when he got too bored. The food wasn't here, Junebug was out doing Gideon knows what with the heir to a throne, and he didn't know what to do with himself. Granted, he could always go out and either get drunk or find some local tail, but for the first time in a long time he had no appetite for it.

"I'mma take a walk." He said to Taya. The girl had been lounging on the cushioned chair, her head popping up like a surprised puppy. "What? But the food..."

"I'll be back." He said, and disappeared out of the great guest hall and into the corridor that was big enough for the Highlander to skim through.

He just wanted to stretch his legs, but a short time later he found himself in a wing he'd never been in before. The ceiling was the same high, elongated domed shape. The busts and paintings and the decorum in general was lavish and extravagant. But it felt unfamiliar in a way he couldn't quite put his finger on. The color scheme was no longer red and gold, but purple and blue. It took him a moment top realize that perhaps the palace's wings had different royal owners.

Wherever he was, he was just trying to find the elevator. Even if he wasn't invited to Junebug's 'date' he still wanted to see some sights. You know, maybe he would go try to find some lady to spend some time with. If this was one of Aiden's sister's hall, he might just sweet talk his way into her bed. It wouldn't be the first time he made a high class girl squeal.

Just as he made it to one of the corners of the hall that turned left, he began to hear footsteps. Neil stopped, and realized he honestly didn't know if he was allowed here. A mixture of amusement and guilt appeared on his face, and he sprinted over to one of the tapestries, slipping behind it. In fact it was so thick he grabbed it and hauled himself up to hide his feet, the tapestry so large it barely caused it to sway anymore than it already did. He wasn't what you'd call muscled, but he had a fit, wiry physique and good upper body strength.

The footsteps disappeared not a minute later, and slowly he sank back down onto the ground and peeked out into the hall.

"Coast is clear." He told himself, and took that turn on the corner to reveal a colorful rug under something he hadn't expected to see. The thrice stabbed corpse of a pretty woman. "HOLY SH-" he said as soon as the image clicked in his head. The body was still bleeding bright red. It was one of Aiden's sisters or...female cousins? He didn't know. He didn't really care. He just needed to get the fuck out of here before anyone pinned this on him.

"Don't run..." he whispered to himself as he untensed, a cold sweat appearing on his brow. "Just walk. People ask less questions when you walk."

He turned around, and headed back the way he came, his mind whirring with the possibilities of why anyone would murder someone in the royal line. He'd need to tell Junebug just in case Prince Charming was next. Or just to let her know so they can shy away from getting into any trouble. As he pondered, he nearly passed a door he hadn't noticed before on his way there, and realized he was walking on the opposite side of the hallway as if it was a highway.

He laughed, recognizing the lift for what it was. "Noice." He said, pressing the button and stepping in. The door was glassteel, and once he was going upwards he saw past the Palace and found the city lights streaming before him in a myriad of colors, with buildings rising like low mountains. It was actually beautiful, reminding him of when hew piloted the Highlander over Fornax's mountainous region. He just needed a high vantage point to piss off the side for kicks and then he'd go back and eat. Turning his head to the left, he saw the walkway that Aiden must have mentioned earlier.

"Whoa that does look-"

He saw Junebug and Alden walking along it, laughing. She wore an expensive dress that accentuated every womanly side he never even knew she had.

Neil deflated, and he pressed the button to go back down. "This is starting to get annoying."

He decided to take another walk in the opposite direction of the palace before he made it back, and by that time his burger had been eaten, getting washed down Sayeeda's throat with a drink. For once, he didn't seem amused. He didn't even feel like talking at all, but he didn't want to leave them in the dark. He pointed a thumb behind himself. "Found a dead royal in one of the halls. Stabbed. No idea why."

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A shocked silence hung over the room for a moment. The brandy bottle was frozen halfway to her lips at the nonchalantly delivered news. Her mascara, applied by the same expert servants that had fitted her for the gown had begun to run. She swiped irritability at the make up, succeeding only in smearing dark splotches beneath her eyes. It made her look oddly like an Trivet player ready to throw a pass. The tremble in her hand steadied. Crisis was focus afterall.

"Did you just say…" Taya began but Junebug held up a hand for silence. The girls sentence stuttered out and she looked uncomfortable and confused. For a moment she said nothing, merely staring at Neil. Carefully she set the half empty brandy bottle down on the table top.

"Highlander Six to control," she said, activating her mastoid communicator which tied into the local net and patched her to Lonney in the Highlander's control core. Tay mouthed the words 'not secure' without actually vocalizing them. Any communication that was routed through a local net was, by definition, suspect. All encryptions except for extreme high end quantum units were vulnerable to decription in minutes or hours with the computing power even a modest navi-computer could provide.

"Aye Capt'n," Lonney chirruped.

"Run a scan of all local media sources you can access. Tell me what percentage of sources speculate on Neil being an assassin. Break." There was a moment of silence while the AI ran his calculations.

"Twenty six percent Captain." A sinking feeling began to settle into her stomach, a weird counterpoint to the spreading alcoholic warmth.

"Express that as a percentage of total theoretical professions."

"Seventy two percent cap'm," the AI came back instantly, data crunching far easier than data gathering.

"Six out," Sayeeda said closing the link. She sighed contemplatively. Taya fished out the burger meant for Junebug and tossed it to Neil.

"I don't like the smell of this," Sayeeda confessed. Was it possible that Aiden was involved somehow? It didn't seem likely, the Prince was no fool, but neither did he seem machiavellian enough to lure her away merely to deny Neil an alibi. She remembered Aiden's sister glowring at him on the landing pad. Could it be the same woman.

"I don't like the feel of it at all," she reiterated.

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"Why!?" Taya cried in the background, falling to her knees as Neil put on a poised look. "Why do all of our good fortunes go sour!? What God hates us!?" As the pilot mused and spoke, Taya would collapse dramatically and begin crying, before tugging at one of the giant tapestries and hugging it as if it were her mother.

"I don't think it's him." Neil said honestly, even reluctantly. Yes, it did seem a bit too convenient of a scenario, for him to take Sayeeda out on a night of the town, but he couldn't have known Neil would go for a walk, right? He was clearly interested in Sayeeda from the get go, and this would be a bit too obvious of a ploy. The Highlander crew would immediately be suspicious of him. Then again he could have been acting, but Neil didn't quite believe an accomplished thief and a Captain would be that gullible. "There's plenty of siblings, maybe he's in danger? Wouldn't taking him out first simply make the target one of the other siblings? I'd kill a different one if I were some mystery assassin."

Taya looked up, hope in her eyes. Her face was wet and riddled with marks from having pressed her face into the tapestry "You think so?"

Neil shrugged in acknowledgement. "He seems like a cool guy in my book." He said. "I don't think any dude could get on Junebug's good side on lies, anyway."

The pilot fell back onto the cushioned chair, and simply decided that all he felt like doing was getting hammered drunk. "Toss me the vodka," he told Junebug.


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Nickname(Optional): Pfft, no.
Age: 24
Gender: Male
Physical Appearance: Of Average build with short dark hair, Neil isn't exactly the most unique specimen. He is fit but not noticeably so. He isn't big at all, but he is also not small. He has a face girls can find cute, but not exactly dreamy. Tanned skin and a ruddy complexion from all of the machine's he's worked on, coupled with the calluses on his hands gives him an experienced look despite the very youthful appearance he has. All in all, other than the twinkling of his eyes and the trademark grin, he is essentially average. He has dark eyes and very dark brown hair, enough to be considered black under most light. He's about 5'10 and 165 pounds.
Clothing: He often wears baggy pants, mostly military cargo. He likes to wear single colored T-Shirts. Usually he wears red.
Personality: Oh, now that is a question. To say Neil is eccentric is...well, that hits the nail on the head. Very good with hand-eye coordination, competent combatant, good engineer, and a daring pilot. But prone to sarcasm, snide remarks, unorthodox behavior, and just good old fashioned explosions. He's a born jokester, though behind his charming yet insufferable demeanor belies a certain intelligence, and to those he enjoys, he does tend to have a big heart.

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"Hot," Junebug commented. Softly as the rear of the line exploded in great geyzers of rolling flame. For a moment she felt like she ought to be ordering a platoon of tanks forward into the breech torn in an enemy line by an artillery barage. But there were no tanks, only her and Neil. Junebug raced forward through the smoke, leaping over a ruined adobe wall. All was chaos now. The Spiders and Scorpions had never been soldiers, but now any semblence of discipline was gone. Junebug saw one spider, stunned and bleeding, shoot another simply because he was a shape moving in the haze. Many more were simply throwing down their weapons and fleeing. Junebug fired her railgun methodically, every two seconds, simply swinging her reticule onto one heat signature after another and squeezing the trigger, careful not to overheat the weapon. Even so she felt the heat of of the glowing barrel against her armor, make work done in the hold of the Highlander not quite up to the task of properly cooling so potent a weapon.

A knot of resistance was forming at the entrance to the Spider's compound. The Scorpions had taken the worst of Neil's efforts and the Spider's were beginning to capitalize. Sayeeda targeted the strong point and fired, blasting sandbags and the weapon behind appart in a spraying fireball of white hot glass. She pulled a grenade from her belt and tossed it over the ruin, waiting a second for the concussive pop and the fingers of white smoke spread by the grains of white phosphorus. Scream tore from the a dozen throats and burning men scattered in all directions, clawing at their flesh. Sayeeda charged into the breech, her armor protecting her from the unspent grains which still hissed and popped. A spider leaped at her. She caught him, servos in the armor whining and then pitched him sideways into a concrete pillar with an audible crack. He slumped, legs slack and screaming. Junebug put a round through his chest, unwilling to leave a crippled man who could still pull a trigger at her back. A bullet spanged off her breastplate and she spun, dropping another attacker with a punch that shattered his jaw in a spray of blood and bone. Swinging her railgun she smashed the skull of a cowering thug and then felled three more with a long burst of atomized blood and burning clothing. The gangsters, accustomed to swaggering casual violence, were unable to handle the sudden and savage concentration delivered by a professional. They broke and ran. Junebug followed rail gun cracking as quickly as her optics could pick out targets in the smoke.

"I think we are going to..." Junebug's trasmission cut off suddenly as something massive and hot slammed into her chest. The sky cartwheeled overhead and she crashed through the adobe wall of one of the dwellings which had survived Neil's detonation. A table broke beneath her in a spray of splintering timber and the breath was driven from her chest. She lay there, stunned and unable to move. Electrical discharge sparked over her chest and the reek of burning insulation filled her nostrils.

"I knew it was you bitch," a voice called from the hole she had blasted in the wall. Sayeeda couldn't turn her head. Her eyes flicked downwards moving through menus of her armors display. They flickered and disolved into static, a confused mass of damage reports and critical failure messages. The Spider stepped into view flanked by three thugs. She was in battle dress and carried a light anti tank rifle. A single shot piece which Sayeeda knew to be effective against light armored units at close range. The Spider was either very good or had gotten very lucky to hit her. Or both of course. The woman stood over her, thumbing another fist sized charge into the smoking breech of her weapon.

"I told your boyfriend not to fuck with me. Apparently he didn't convey my message..."

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Stinger's grin was lost when flame and shrapnel erupted behind her. Had she not been sporting her armor, she might have been seriously wounded. As it stood, the grenade had passed her and hit the back wall within the compound, engulfing one of her gangers and knocking the other two against the wall. The mob boss was flung forward, her body and rifle slamming into Junebug to send them both tumbling into the grime and dirt.

"Dammit," Neil cursed, lowering his weapon when he saw he couldn't shoot one without killing the other in the process. He holstered the grenade launcher on his back and swung about his rifle, flipping off the safety with a 'click'. "Guess it's a cat fight." He quipped, joking of course. Despite the dismissive name, he knew if he leapt into the tussle he'd have no better chance than either of coming out on top. Junebug was more than a match for him in their wrestling matches most of the time and Stinger looked like she was used to killing men larger than her to reach her position.

He leaped off the roof of the building and aligned his battle-rifle to his eye. Immediately the darkened night was flooded with light through the scope as he surveyed the area quickly. The explosions had cast the battle into an all-out quagmire. Bullets and laser rang out through the night across battleline. Neil saw two mutants struggling on the ground, both stabbing at one another with strangely shaped knives. Upon further inspection, he saw they were shivs made from broken aircar parts. Neil passed them, hefting his rifle and discharging a shot, taking a spider in the next. His next shot blew a gout of blood out of the head of a scorpion that had poked his head out too far from the sandbags.

A bullet punched into his flack fest, causing him to grunt. He turned from where he felt the bullet hit and fired at a ganger caught with a dumb look on his face. The round punched through his groin, sending him to the ground.

"Gotta get to Sayeeda..." He told himself.

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Junebug was momentarily face to face with the Spider, the woman's face contorted in shock and fear. That momentary startlement transmuted quickly into rage as she realized she hadn't been badly hit. She rolled on top of Sayeeda and pulled a knife from a sheath at her waist, the point glinting above Junebug. The armor was proof against most attacks but she didn't doubt a determined enemy could find a seam to work the blade into. She paged frantically though the restart menus but couldn't get the armor to boot up. Whatever damage the anti-vehicle round had done, it had been severe.

"Can't get your fancy suit to work?" the Spider sneered, leaning down to drag the point of her knife across the visor of the helmet. Gunfire was beginning to slacken outside though the goon who had survived Neil's grenade attack was firing his rifle out into the night, using the hole her armor had punched in the adobe wall as a firing port.

"That is the problem with all you offworlders who come to Teosinte, thinking you are so fucking clever, you always get too clever for your own good." The stinger stabbed the knife down at the visor. It struck the plasteel and deflected away. Cursing the gang boss tried again with as little effect. Getting wise she found the neck seam and began to probe with the point.

"You just lay there and die like a good little..."

Junebug triggered the suits critical fail. Spending a life in armored vehicles gives one a healthy fear of being trapped inside after the vehicle has been crippled. More than one tanker ended their days screaming as fire consumed their vehicle as they pounded at a stuck hatch. Junebug had harbored similar concerns about the suit and had allayed them by spreading an ounce of blasting paste along a machined grove where the armor mated. She triggered it by doubletapping a small switch in her right gauntlet. The armor burst away from her body in a wash of heat as its connections were literally blasted appart. The Stinger screamed and tumbled back, beating a flames on her leggings. The effect was stunning, but Junebug had been ready for it. She rolled free of her ruined armor and snatched for one of the fallen rifles. The Stinger, her reactions damned quick despite the concussion of the blast, lunged forward with her knife. Junebug parried clumisly with her weapon as though at bayonet drill and then drove the butt of it down into the gangsters chest. Whatever armor she had there cushioned the blow but it was powerful enough to send her crashing back into a ruined cabinet. Junebug swung the rifle up and pulled the trigger. The weapon clacked and seized as one of the brass cartriges fouled the loading mechanism. The Stinger barked out a laugh and lunged at her with the knife. Junebug tried to parry but her opponent was wise to that and the blade raked up her arm shredding the body suit she had been wearing and sending a flash of pain through her body. Sayeeda drove a knee up in a blow that would have broken bone if the Stinger had been unarmored. As it was the knife weilding woman was lifted an inch from the ground and staggered back. Junebug delivered a spinning kick which connected with her opponents shoulder, pitching her back across the room and slamming her face against the wall. With the agillity of a street fighter the Stinger came round, blood on her lips and knife in hand.

"You will have to do better than that, I've been killing with a knife since I was a child," the bloodied gangboss snarled. Junebug rolled her eyes.

"Do you ever shut up?" she demanded, raising both her fists into a guard posture. The Stinger shrieked in rage and rushed forward, blade held low. Junebug stamped on the edge of a piece of shattered timber, spinning it into the air and spoiling her opponents footwork. The Stinger stumbled but came on slashing with her blade. Junebug struck out with a feint that lifted her opponents gaze and then delivered a punishing strike to her opponents elbow, forcing her to drop the knife. Pivoting off the momentum she delivered a stomping kick to the inside of the Stinger's knee. THere was an audible pop and the woman screamed and went down. Junebug took a step towards the downed woman but the Stinger came up with a grenade in her hand, handle primed.

"Over so quickly, well I guess I can take my time with your boyfriend when I find him, I'm going to..." the threat trailed off in a scream made tinny by the boom of Neil's handgun. The Stinger's wrist exploded like a tree bursting in the winter frost. Without thinking about it Junebug kicked the hand, sending the grenade flying out into the night where it burst with a crump that threw Junebug to the ground. She blinked the spots from her eyes and then saw Neil's face appear in the hole in the wall. He looked down at the Stinger but she was already dead, having caught a piece of grenade shrapnel with the back of her skull.

"That," Junebug commented, "Is fucking team work."

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The Highlander was unique in many ways, but it certainly sounded like a ship. There was always an ever present hum in the air, from the power, to the engines, to the small beeps the various computers would make around every corner. Tanya had finally begun to get used to it, but Neil and Sayeeda were accustomed to it for many years, albeit through different circumstances. It was nice to be back there after being so long planetside, particularly in the dump they had just left. Neil still felt like he smelled like mutant gangers everywhere he went. Thank Gideon it was worth it. All that stolen ordnance and a few thousand units of credit added to their databooks for their trouble, most of it illicit but that didn't matter worth shit.

Saxon had begun hibernating again. He had slaughtered most of the spiders, and even a few scorpions; devouring the men he could and spitting out the particularly mutated, commenting on how sour or unpleasant they were. He equated it to eating a burnt piece of meat. There was a bland, disagreeable quality to them if they were heavily irradiated enough. Neil had never tried human, or mutant for that matter, but he would take Saxon's word for it. It seemed his evolved form had a high metabolism and needed rest if a lot of energy was expended, and so now the hulking bounty hunter slept peaceably for once in the cargo hold.

"Glad t' 'ave you lads and lasses back, first mate. But ye havnae given any coordinates." Lonney remarked, being given his default 'highland' voice setting.

"That's because we don't know where the fuck to go yet, Lonney." Neil remarked, slowing down their sublight engines so they could orbit a nearby moon, switching off all power but life support, gravity, and the auxiliary, making the ship undetectable to anyone that wasn't specifically looking hard in their area. The pilot placed his hands behind his head and kicked back, feet on the dash as it were. "Me and the captain will need a word before we go anywhere, and she's somewhere around here."

"Aye, lad. In the meantime, we 'ave heated water an' coffee. 'Ad plenty o' time to heat stuff up while you lot were down there, ya ken?"

"Yeah, it took longer than I thought, I'll admit. But all in all, it was a bonding experience." Neil replied, gazing out of the display. The moon, Gamera IV, was purple in hue and littered with so many craters it nearly had a uniform, smooth look to it.


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Chapter: Angels of Absolution

Chapter Demeanour: The Angels of Absolution are basically Dark Angels that do not believe that the elimination of all Fallen is necessary to receive the Emperor's forgiveness. They believe they have already been absolved through their subsequent service or are no longer associated with those that betrayed their primarch, Lion El'Johnson, long ago. Hence, they do not consider themselves "Unforgiven," and may not necessarily leave a mission to go after the Fallen if the opportunity arises. Punishing all traitors is of course, still a priority, but these guys have put their personal fears of shame aside for the good of the Imperium.

Often, The Angels of Absolution have worked alongside the Dark Angels, Deathwing and Ravenwing, although there may occasionally have been some friction due to their opposing ideologies. They only partially follow the Codex Astartes. Some may believe the Emperor will judge their souls in the afterlife and therefore see him as divine, while others leave such speculation to those who need it. Honor and atonement are heavy personal themes for these Astartes, and redemption and forgiveness are seen as possible to attain.

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Personal Demeanour: Aldaric is very pragmatic. Like most space marines, he is focused on war, which demands a high degree of self control. He is loyal, obedient, courageous, and everything else you would expect for a honed warrior in the Emperor's legions, but he is also an individual. He is less likely to get involved in petty arguments over spirituality or government and more likely to be forgiving of the details as long as there is no disloyalty. He firmly believes that it is important to focus on the present, that honor is a continual act at each moment, despite the mistakes of the past. In battle, he is of the mind that the Emperor wants you alive and fighting, not sacrificed upon the alter of vain glory. He tends to pull others together with comradery and leadership. He would likely be the one to stop his own advance in order to help keep a brother alive and firing.

As far as xenos go, Aldaric bears true hatred against only one, the Tyranids. Other than that, he simply believes in human superiority and right to dominate. Killing xenos is no problem, but killing human traitors is a sad thing indeed.

Speciality: He's a good melee fighter, but probably not best placed at the very front line due to his inclination toward assisting others, directing attacks, and being unusually aware of the tides of battle on the field in general. He has natural qualities of leadership and awareness, which become suppressed when fully devoted to face-to-face combat.

Rank: Recruited as tactical marine.

Power Armour History: Mark VII Aquila/Imperator armor that had been painted white previously. Unknown know who may have worn it before. It's been kept in repair and there are some runes etched on the inside of the breastplate that supposedly confer protection.

Description: Aldaric looks pretty decent, aside for one bionic eye. His left eye is blue, and he has light colored skin and somewhat long, thick silver hair. He looks about 40 to 45 in age, pretty standard for being hundreds of years old. A scar over the right eye suggests what might have happened to it in the past.

Skills: Being a tactical marine, Aldaric is proficient with a wide range of weapons. He's more than decent with range weapons and prefers them since their use usually allows a wider field of vision. His excellent awareness skill has saved him and those close to him many times. Aldaric is literate, and he has unique familiarity with fighting Tyranid among other foes.

History: Aldaric was recruited from a deathworld that basically had dragons on it. Human populations had to band together and work with each other to defend themselves against the great beasts. Among them, young Aldaric was a knight who's duty it was to hunt and slay the enemy. Driven with lethal rage, he organized a small band to avenge a devastating attack on his home city that had resulted in the death of his entire family. He was the last man standing with the pelt of the black dragon, Felblaze, in his hand when a representative of the Dark Angels revealed himself. Aldaric had been judged worthy of the opportunity to fight and defend more people, to be part of a new family, and with nothing left to hold him back, he accepted. Aldaric forwent his former family name and changed it to Felbane, as a threat to all the new dragons he would slay.

Having survived the training and transformation into a space marine, Aldaric spent several centuries in service of the Emperor and mankind. Most recently, he fought in the Third Tyrannic War on Tarsis Ultra against the Hive Fleet Leviathan alongside Ultramarines, Mortifactors, several other chapters, and a Deathwatch kill team. Very many lives were lost, but the contingent was vital in stopping about half the Leviathon fleet from advancing into the Milky Way.

The reasons why Aldaric Felbane was tithed to the Deathwatch are unknown, but being one of the few to survive at Tarsis Ultra was probably a factor. His long years of experience and success in the Angels of Absolution had risen him to company master. His loss will be felt.

Being so selected is not seen so much an honor to the Dark Angels subchapters as it is a cause for grief and foreboding. Aldaric doesn't understand the basis for Imperial militaristic machinations, but he obeys, holding to the promise that he is needed to prevent the death of mankind.

Equipment and Armament: Stalker Pattern Bolter, powersword, grenades.

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Watching the suits of armor of his new brethren receiving their fresh coat of black paint reminded Sorrow of his own initiation, merely a few days ago -- a rather more solitary affair than this group event. The assignment of veterans to the newly inducted as instructors and guides reminded him, once again, of his loss, especially when Astartes from similar or related Chapters were coupled together. While he awaited one such adviser of his own, none came, and Sorrow found himself feeling even more alienated when he followed Captain Roa within the corridors of the fortress, away from his brothers.

There was a pregnant silence in the air after Roa's question. After a few seconds, Sorrow raised his hands and removed his own helmet, revealing the horrifically burned wreck of his face. The bone of his lower jaw was exposed to the air in some places, all the flesh having been seared away, and much of the rest of his face was covered in thick scar tissue that bloated and disfigured his features. Set deep within the twisted mass of his face were Sorrow's eyes, colored a pale shade of gray that was reminiscent of a snowstorm, and the conflicted emotions the Astartes felt were plain to read in them.

"When I arrived to this fortress, the Master of the Vigil heard my tale and accepted me into the fold of the Deathwatch. I was allowed to shed myself of my origins and to renounce my Chapter once and for all. I would like it to stay that way, sir. The Emperor has my undying loyalty and devotion and I shall strive to rid the galaxy of his foes until the end of my days. Is that not what matters most?" Sorrow responded in the same penetrating whisper as before.

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The rest of the marines followed suit with introductions and a few other requests for the return of their equipment, none of which were answered and were rather taken for enthusiasm, a pointless notion if ever there was one. Still there was the ceremony of the return of their armor so at least that could be checked over now. As their armor was borne to them by a number of tracked servitors - things that had once been men and women who had serve the Imperium unflinchingly and with all due diligence and thus received the Blessing of Iron.

As the Ecclesiarchy priest(in Draksal's opinion versed in the Cult Mechanicus would have been more suitable) applied what was in some places his suits third coat of paint, the reality of the situation began to set in. That despite it seeming like he only just left due to his time in the stasis field, he was now many light years from his fellow Sons of Medusa, among people whose beliefs were very different from his own. Yet he was expected to work with these people who were far too attached to their weak flesh and none of whom worshiped the emperor as a god, the only exception being the Black Templar Berauth and his faith was via the Ecclesiarchal teachings. For most believers of the Cult Mechanicus this too would be at least as distasteful as meany chapter's continued belief in the Imperial Truth, but The Sons of Medusa where perhaps one of the few groups who did not view the Imperial religious institution that they were not a part of with disdain, due to their rather quiet belief that the two would one day become unified in their worship.

It was with mixed feeling then that, after his donning his armor and running similar checks on it as he had on himself, that he was assigned a member of the Iron Hands as his 'Initiate'. Having one who shared many beliefs and potential needs would be rather useful for him in getting used to the fortress. However there was the problem of the 'many' part, as those few that separated them had resulted in the exile of those who eventually founded his chapter. He would need to head closely the advice of the Chamber Ferrum and not bring it up. Ever. The Techmarine's wordless salute did not help clarify whether his opinion of Draksal's chapter was cold disdain or if it was a genuine show of respect. He returned it all the same. Not exhibiting any outward emotion did have a few disadvantages in the communication department but they could be overcome by being forthright with your intentions.

"It is a blessing to be placed in your custody for my initial assignment, Brother-Techmarine. " It truly was, for the Techmarines of the iron hands and their descendants acted as chaplains would in other chapters, along with their usual duties.

" I have a few questions, after which I intend to head to the armory to inspect my own equipment and what heavy weapons this station has access too before we assemble formally. Is there a digital map of the station available? Will I be able to continue the path of purging the weakness of my flesh here or does the deathwatch not have access to that amount of Bionics? Also are you or any of your brothers versed in techno-exorcism?"

He was very interested in what the armory held, for while the Sons of Medusa's forges were known to be able to produce most equipment of the Adeptus Astartes, even some of the rarer pieces, the deathwatch may have access to some particular advanced or novel devices his chapter did not yet have patterns for or nor the chance to examine.

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Kurt was quite glad that somebody from his own Chapter was to be the one supervising him. The other Chapters of course did great service to Emperor and Imperium but they were so barbaric, so unorganised, and so arrogant despite it being quite clear that only one Chapter and it's successor's deserved the right to be arrogant; the Ultramarines. The least instigating word the Scout Sergeant could think of Chapters of another Primarch was "silly." The life of an Ultramarine was twice as much as one of the others, Kurt had to remember that.

He marched forth with his hands behind his back, staring at Brother Cylaris with praise. "I have done so many times, but I am still honoured to meet someone who has defended the Imperium's second capital, and the home of the warriors rivalled only by the Emperor's gilded honour Guard." he said, not particularly minding the fact that he was saying the Ultramarines were the best Marines. After all, arguing against that would be like arguing about the existence of one's boots -- Kurt quickly amended the thought remembering that he was not yet wearing boots. The Scout had the privilege of not being so thoroughly annoyed by the Priest of the Eclessiarchy and Servitors, for he merely had carapace armour. He sighed a little with grief as the ornately decorated carapace armour upon him was painted black. With it's dark shade, one would not even be able to make out the muscle shapes upon it, making dealing with nobles (especially ladies) quite a bit more difficult. Still, the Deathwatch was a test of one's mettle, he could not breeze through it like his usual duties.

The transhuman stared at his shoulder with his tongue sticking out as the greatest care was used to place the Deathwatch pauldron upon his shoulder. There. He gave a little sigh of relief, it was done. Presumably, they would soon go on to their duties that involved shooting and cutting. Still, there was time to kill. An eyebrow was raised in the direction of the neophyte grouped with von Inri, and Kurt asked the question. "Willing to give the secret of your Chapter away?" he asked with a smirk.

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Aldaric merely watched quietly as Captain Roa spoke. The servitors tracked up, and Aldaric recognized the bone white powerarmor of an Angels of Absolution brother, HIS powerarmor. He hardly identified it as his own from the outside, having never fully appreciated it from this angle. He noted its emptiness, a mere shell, as they all were. Was it symbolic?

The servitors themselves were sad cases, living machines, left without much mind of their own. They were failures, yet still they served. Aldaric briefly wondered at how much difference there was between one of them and an Astartes. At this point, there was not much else to do but to behold the moment, to take in and be one with the meaning in the ceremony.

Again, he did nothing but watch as the painting began. Black covered white, numbers erased, company colors, erased. Very much so it felt like the death of his former existence, and indeed it was, for from this day forward, he would willingly don his new black armor himself. He would encase himself in a new mission, a new identity, and become a merciless machine, an angel of death to the dragon enemies of the Emperor, the Tyranid, the Orcs, and other xenos. His sole focus would be this, and it no longer mattered where he was from, or even who his gene-father was. Nothing else mattered.

A fatalistic stoicism dominated his gaze like a dark cloud as Aldaric suited up. It seemingly would have overtaken his persona ever afterward, had it not been for the look given him by his approaching new mentor, Brother Rathanael. The Consecrator's gaze locked onto his own, holding it, shattering it as Aldaric momentarily froze, the last fastening of his right Deathwatch pauldron held still in his hand. Aldaric blinked his biologic eye, finding himself suddenly freed from blindly following the path of the inevitable as he looked at his blood-brother in that ancient armor. Without words, a bond instantly formed between them, and he had been saved.

Aldaric paused, strangely heartened. Inside he knew, he felt it. He could now go forward with appropriate mind. Like the Angels of Absolution from which he hailed, he had no need to look back. "Loyalty and honor, Brother Rathanael." He said, expecting no response in return, and then he finally secured his new pauldron as the last piece of his armor.


[System]
Here are mine, give me some feed back if you would please~!
Gender - Male
Rank - Unknown
Clan - Unknown
Appearance -

Personality - He's driven and constantly questioning things. His thirst for knowledge is matched by his unease and constant vigilance. Loosing his sight made him paranoid of most everything and surprisingly mellowed him out He blames himself for their mother's death and constantly wonders if he should have died and not her.

Relationships (Family/Mate/Crush) - Dark (Sister), Hawk (Brother), Dapples (Mother)

History - He was born to Dapples when they lived with humans, but shortly after his birth his mother took the litter and left. The kits grew up on the move, their mother running from whatever made them leave their home. But it was when Dapples was sheparding their lot across a deserted Thunder path that tragedy struck. His mother was killed by a monster when she was helping her son cross. Owl was thrown free of certain death but the monster clipped him, leaving him in pain and the world in darkness. Since then he has been seeing things, and refused any rest when he sleeps.

Other - Blind from his mother's death.

Name - Dark
Gender - Female
Rank - Unknown
Clan - Unknown
Appearance -

Personality - She is strong. That all she is. She picks up her brothers and powers through any obstacle between them. With a sharp wit, she finds amusement in toying with the distant Hawk or bantering with Owl.
Relationships (Family/Mate/Crush) - Hawk (Brother), Owl (Brother), Dapples (Mother)
History - Before her mother's death she was learning to hunt little things, and afterwards she was a primary source of their meager meals before the trio ran into Dust. Still she will often try to hunt, wanting to help her brothers in some way.
Other - N/A

Name - Hawk
Gender - Male
Rank - N/A
Clan - N/A
Appearance -

Personality - Hawk was traumatised by his mother's death and blames Owl for it. He has withdrawn into himself and often will snap at the slightest insult; real or not. He sees his only goal is to honor is mother's wishes and help Dark. Owl he would happily leave by the wayside.
Relationships (Family/Mate/Crush) - Dark (Sister), Owl (Brother), Dapples (Mother)
History - N/A
Other -

Name - Duster 'Dust'
Gender - Female
Rank - N/A
Clan - N/A
Appearance -
Personality - A elderly cat of good sense and killer instincts. She is a tad senile and claims she is old enough to speak as she likes and do as she likes. She has no quarrels with humans and often finds them delightful. She takes joy in the small things in life.
Relationships (Family/Mate/Crush) - N/A
History - Dust lost her owner due to old age and left the house shortly after getting a feeling she needed to do something. Along her way she found the three kits and brought them with her. Looking for a place they could stay while she sorted through where she was going exactly. Though she has a feeling the little Owl's problem with sleeping is the key.
Other - Declawed in front claws.

[User] Boulderstar nodded in appreciation. "Thank you, Nettlefang", she meowed kindly. "We could really use your help." The clan leader had gotton a little tense. Thoughts of the runaway kit roaming in her mind. She hoped he was fine. "I just hope he is not in trouble. Let's go find the little rascal before someone else does it." Boulderstar fell into a rather quick pace. She needed to find Owlkit. She would never forgive herself if something happened to the little kitten under her protection. It was her clan, her duty, and Owlkit was her responsibility just as any other cat. Where would a little kitten go? Exploring the territory probably. She just hoped he knew where to stop...

[Assistant]
Sharpthorn wasn't surprised at his deputy's request but gave a nod of agreement. You are the law so I must obey but now I fear your heart is too soft, Sunflame is a warrior by age not skill.Sharpthorn thought. He was about to voice his concerns when Spottedblossom's kits tackled the other tom making him decide to leave the conversation for later.

He then caught up with their leader that was leading the patrol. "Oakstar, if you will allow it I'd prefer to accompany the group up in the trees. From there it will be easier for me to scent and watch out for any incoming threats. Besides if you get ambushed or encounter another group I could attack from the sky, giving us the element of surprise," he offered. It took a lot of skill to travel from tree to tree but since the forest was dense all trees here were very close so it made the task a lot easier.

Having one cat unseen would be an advantage as most could underestimate the patrol and try to attack, only to find death from above. Sharpthorn would have preferred to have a companion up in the trees but he didn't know the other cats in the group well enough to know if they could handle it but he suspected at least one of them could do it without getting himself injured or being too slow to go at the pace those in the ground had.

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Eelpaw was disappointed at Smokepaw's departure but after thinking it for a while realized it wasn't so bad, he'd get to spend some time alone with Witheredpaw who he found very attractive. "It seems it's just the two of us then," he meowed. "I do have to warn you the moves I'm about to teach you are very hard to master and may even leave you in love with me but shall we get going?" he joked as he made his way out of the den, waiting for Witheredpaw to follow.

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Venuskit was comfortable sleeping besides her brother and Shadowkit but unlike them, the loud noise the others made did wake her up. She was confused at first but clarity soon reached her and she shook her head in frustration. The small kit then sneaked her way out of the nursery without anyone noticing and crept out of camp when everyone looked in amusement at the other kits.

Venuskit was curious about what the forest was like, she remembered little of it but knew how to avoid dangers and where to not go. Her overprotective father guardian, Sharpthorn had made sure Stormkit and her learned all about it from the safety of the den, but for her that wasn't enough. The kit wanted to experience it for herself and as no one noticed the small kit slip out of camp she warily wandered the forest, hoping to find something interesting she could show Sharpthorn later.

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Oakclan

Witheredpaw looked at the adult she-cat which entered the den and robbed the Smokapaw to herself, sighing she make a sarcastic look toward Eelpaw "Hoo-o! sounds promising, but a small warning charmer.... if you think that I'm easy... you will be surprised..." she meowed raised her tail high, and walked proudly out following the tom.

Vineshine sitted next to her brother Tigersky, looking the camp silently. Flicking his tail nervously Tigersky sighed for boredom "Maybe we could go hunting, what do you think?" he meowed quieltly, not even looking to his sister. Vineshine looked around the camp thoughfully "Better if we don't, Featherwhisker look like she have some thinks for you...maybe" she purred smilling.

Boulderclan

Copperpaw stopped after when his mentor stopped calling him to name the herbs she founded. Thinking he looked at the blue berries, taking a sniff "Blueberry?...wait no...they're juniper berries right?" he meowed loudly when remembering, gazing his mentor expectantly, was he right or not.

Aspenclaw shaked his head as the younger tom turned to help him "Noo noo! I am fine...don't mind about me...just lets move on" he meowed making a smile to him, mostly too tell him tha anything was fine.

Snowthorn looked at Brimpelt talking with his apprentice Granitepaw. She waited them to end their talk so they could go to the hunting patrol as the tom was promised.

[Assistant]
@CLIW@CondorTheMole Oakstar nodded to his mate as she returned with Smokepaw. Looking around, it was quite the sizable patrol. Perhaps at the end of it, he would send a warrior back with Frostwhisker and Smokepaw then take the other two to check the river border. The stones were easy to cross for a well-balanced cat so he wanted to make sure that no loners or rouges had wandered into their territory.

His gaze then turned to rest on his daughter as she came walking up. "Go ahead. A hunting patrol would be good right now." he agreed, surveying his gaze around the camp to make sure it would still be secure during their time away. It would be good to have Witheredpaw on a hunting patrol since it would soon be her time to become a warrior. He flicked his ear to over hear the words his deputy said to Sharpthorn, regarding Sunflame and his former kittypet status. For now, the leader let his deputy handle it but it would be something he would remain plenty aware of.

He was just about to exit the camp when his deputy was tackled by kits. The leader gave an amused look before nodding in understanding. He headed out of the camp with his group, flicking his tail as a gesture that it was time to depart. The tabby leader turned his head at the sound of Sharpthorn addressing him. He nodded in agreement to Sharpthorn. "It would be a great advantage should we encounter trouble so feel free to follow us among the trees." he told the tom. It could be a difficult task to travel by tree but Oakstar had faith that the tom could do it and if he couldn't, he could always join the rest of the patrol on the ground.

Oakstar headed for the border at a reasonable pace, scenting the air for any sign of dangers that may await the patrol.

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Petalwhisker nodded politely to Featherwhisker as the she cat headed out of the den. She looked over at Spottedblossom and shook her head. "I don't think so." she meowed and watched as the four kits headed out of the nursery. The gray queen let out an amused purr and shook her head slightly.

"They sure are an energetic bunch." She meowed. Shadowkit kept to himself quite a bit so he never caused much trouble for the queen. As for the other two kits she had taken care of since joining the clan, Venuskit and Stormkit, they seemed relatively controlled as well. What the queen didn't notice quite yet was Venuskit's disappearance.

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@AngelKitten Harepaw almost immediately unsheathed his claws at the mention of a cat other than a Boulderclan cat nearby. The tom seemed more than ready to fight and likely would have charged straight towards the scent if it hadn't been for Amberleaf's stern words. He listened but as to how well would have to be determined later. His fur bristled slightly and he appeared more than ready to put up a fight.

Pearpaw, on the other hand, folded her ears back looking cautious. She nodded to her mentor's instructions but it was likely she wouldn't be the one to attack first anyways. She preferred to avoid fights most of the time.


[System]
Magical Child Name: Silver
Age: 19
Gender: Female
Appearance:

Appearance after transformation:

Personality:
Naomi is cheerful and friendly, and very protective of those she cares for. She would easilly lay her life on the line for the sake of her friends, and has a high degree of empathy. She hides a darkness inside her however, a hatred toward all demons that burns away at her mind and heart.
Gimmick/Theme behind Powers: Protection
Psychological weakness: Children
Powers:
Guardian - Naomi has superhuman strength and toughness, mostly focusing on toughness.

Shield - Naomi can generate energy shields around her.

History:
Naomi has always been the oldest child in her familly, daughter of a japanese woman and an american man. She was five when her twin brother and sister were born, and from then on her parents told her it was her responsibility to protect them. She took that to heart, helping take care of them, watching them when their parents couldn't, and when they were old enough walking them to and from school. For ten years, she loved and protected her siblings, but on a midsummer day visiting her mother's home, a demon attacked a shrine she was visiting, possessing a man already on the verge of madness. The man had a gun, and before anybody even knew what was happening, he shot Naomi's brother, killing him instantly. Naomi imediately ran to him and her sister, driven by instinct rather than her already crumbling psyche, but the man fired again before she could get there. As he turned the weapon on Naomi as she collapsed over her siblings, the spirit residing in the shrine took action, bonding with Naomi to protect her and give her the power to defend herself. The demon possessing the man was relatively weak, and in fear of the spirit fled back to it's own world, but the spirit couldn't undo the damage that had been done.

Name: Chu Chanith
Age: 10
Gender: Female
Appearance:

Personality:
Chu Chanith is extremely young for a demon, practically newborn. As such, her personality is still in flux, though she identifies with Alistor's vow. She is insatiably curious and easilly confused, and hates harming innocent people.
Powers:
Heartsong - Chu can influence the emotions of anybody around her. The weaker the person's will and the less aware they are of the effect, the stronger her song will effect them.

Mindsong - If she needs to, Chu's song can directly control one person for a limited time.

Gentile Possession - Chu can possess animals without harming them.

History: Chu's history is short. As a human, she was named Cynthia, and lived with her mother in a small apartment. At the age of nine, she was captured by a demon and dragged back to it's world to be corrupted, where she started life over as Chu Chanith.

[User]
Chu looked out from the eyes of a mouse, turning her attention from the bird outside the window to the rest of the casino and, more importantly, Alistor. It took her a second to realize he was calling her, and by then he had already taken off looking for her. She left the body of the mouse, taking her full form and letting the creature go about it's business, and then clambered onto the railing of the balcony.

"'Tor!" She called, trying to get his attention, but the sounds of the machines drowned her out. She puffed out her cheeks, annoyed, and then began to sing. Alistor had told her not to sing in the building, since it ruined the game for him, but she decided he could probably forgive her this once.

Unlike her normal voice, her Song reached every corner of the giant room, weaving under and between the chaotic sounds of the machines. She sang a song of calmness and joy, tinged with imminent discovery, and for several moments the world in that building stopped to listen to her otherworldly voice.

She stayed silent for a while after that, her eyes closed, and as the sounds of the casino returned to fill the void, she simply sat on the banister and relaxed.

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Naomi was relaxing in a small Seattle cafe when she noticed something wrong. Her vague feeling was soon confirmed by a voice in her head.

"A demon." The voice rang, and she turned around to look at the sky, one hand going to the dragon earring she wore. She quickly spotted the bird flying too quickly to be anything natural, and tracked it silently. As soon as it ripped through it's portal, She quickly abandoned her tea and took off running, taking a back alley to avoid being noticed. She coiled her legs and jumped, touching one wall and leaping again, keeping her momentum all the way to the top. For a normal person, she knew these things would be impossible, but for her it was a simple matter. As she took a running leap off the rooftop, she touched her earring and time seemed to almost stop as her entire body was coated in energy. In a flash, she had transformed and sailed through the portal left by the demon, and after flashing through a few different locations she found herself above a vaguely familiar cityscape.

"Somewhere in Europe, definitely..." She muttered to herself as she fell. She caught sight of a clocktower in the distance, and it clicked into place. "London then. Pretty far way to go."

She looked down at her landing area and noticed two others already there. "It's been a while since we teamed up with anyone. It'll make a nice change."

Positioning her shield below her, she bore down on one of the birds, crashing it into the ground and softening her landing. She bashed another on the head and turned to the other two girls there.

"Do either of you know the story here?"

[Assistant]
"You feel that, huh?" A girl whispered with devilish intent behind her words "That's your immune system shutting down next comes your actual body to decay I hope you drank a lot of vitamin C and milk demon" she continued one her hands gripping its skull playing with it as it screamed in agony, its flesh starting to peel off.

This was quite the rough fight for her counterpart because of her nearly all defensive abilities even then establishing a connection with this creature was a challenge in itself as she has to make contact with a target for at least two seconds and being punched in the face was not a way to do it, something Nelly found out the hard way. Unfortunately, they have two separated minds yet they share the same body so one punch too many and Saryn hijacked control to finish the job Nelly couldn't. The vampire link was already set at this point she was just holding on to him to be mean, all the strength and health left the poor creature as now belonged to Saryn even when it tried to wrestle its way to freedom she just snapped its legs like they were made of twigs because of how decayed his bones were becoming.

'Saryn shouldn't we let him go?' Nelly said, echoing through their shared subconscious mind 'Like hell I will the jerk sucker punched you and trash talked me' Saryn shouted back, letting go of her prey only to grab him by the arm breaking more of his weak bones causing it to scream bloody murder.

"Oh shut up you wuss, it's rare anyone even last direct contact, this long you must be a healthy boy" Saryn said aloud being that there was no one around that knew her or Nelly she was free to let her real personality out. Somewhere in the middle of her little rant, she felt the presence of another demon somewhere far away, Saryn then began to drag her mobile health pack to the nearest gate like a child dragging a stuffed bear.

'Do you know where we're going?' Nelly asked 'Who cares, we just have to feel it and we'll make the jump to the right location' Saryn replied "Ready for a field trip mister cuddles?" looking back at her captured demon who was still in considerable pain as he died ever so slowly "Kill me now!" she begged tears rolling down its eyes "Aww he's excited" she laughed before making the jump to London

The warp itself was too much for the demon and it died upon arrival which made it very strange to see a girl dragging this rotting corpse around the skin already completely gone the muscle rending and rotting away. It hasn't had to find other magical girls thanks to Nelly's want to protect others, magical girls were like giant bonfires of 'help me please'. Being dead already the demon soon turned into dust and his ashes were scattered away with the winds when they made contact with the others.

'Ugh, I hate meeting new people' Saryn though to herself, releasing control over the body, allowing Nelly to take over "Um H-hello" Nelly greeted Naomi with a nervous smile and a warm blush across her cheeks.

[User] "This just keeps getting better and better" Chidori exclaimed in joy. She was having the time of her life shooting her gravity bullets against what can only be called a near endless horde of demons. "Perhaps following the bird wasn't a bad idea afterall" Chidori muttered to herself as she twirled around in her red dress. The Gravitas Nightmare she was called by others a bonafide "magical girl" as her homeland classified her as. She cared little for such titles after all it did little to affect what she did or does best the extermination of demons. Looking down from her vantage point she spied a small gathering of people deciding to drop in she jumped off and landed in the middle of the gathering. "So how's the weather for you people today?" She asked in a faux jovial tone as she tilted her head to the side.

[Assistant]
The birds started to dissapate as others came to kill the creatures. Though they weren't entirely gone yet. Cia took a step back as she saw others appear. "Glad to know I wasn't the only one who chased after it." Cia said with a smile as she saw others appear. "It's nice to meet you all I am-" Cia was interrupted by a bird flying at her. Without a second thought a shark made of water seemed to appear out of no where to eat the bird whole and drown it inside of it's body. "Sorry about that, I am called Aqua Tooth, a magical girl from Germany." Cia said trying to get a smile to the others despite the fact she just had a bird eaten in a rather brutal fashion by one of her sharks.

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Meanwhile Lady Linda had been watching the battle from a roof of a nearby building. For the most part she was entirely human to everyone even the magical children wouldn't know better if she was a little girl or not. Only the demons with sentience knew who she was. Her immense power was certainly there, but it was on a different wavelength from those magical girls. "Well aren't they fun?" Lady Linda said with a smirk watching over the magical girls from the roof.

Linda was there to learn more about the enemies she would have to eventually face. Of course she also wanted to watch for a specific magical girl. One whom had gotten her attention recently.

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Alastor had been walking briskly around the balcony, desperately looking around when he heard the voice. The song. The sound and feeling that seemed to creep around the din of the crowd and the ambiance of the casino. The feeling he could feel, he could notice, altering his mind. Where there was once concern and a feeling of imminent dread there was now promise, joy and imminent discovery - something new was just around the corner.

He stopped and frowned for a moment to regain his bearings. This was quite possibly why he found it so important to take care of Chu - if she had been dragged back into the underworld, if she was raised as a "proper" demon and her ability grew while learning only to corrupt the results would be disastrous - at a charitable estimate. Entire masses of humans could be driven to greed, madness, corruption. Demons could grow, their numbers could explode into legion. The Demon Lord would surely take advantage of this boon to her plans of conquest. That had not been his primary motivation for taking Chu under his wing when he fled in the aftermath of his unsuccessful challenge but when he had discovered just what she could do - and as a young, child demon no less - it had become a major one.

"Chu," he called out, turning to the banister which the song had originated from and his disapproval of her singing in his casino immediately overridden primarily by relief at her being safe and then more slowly by the urgency of the matter at hand. "There you are. Come down from there, something dangerous is happening."

[Assistant]
"Silver," Naomi said bluntly, "From America." She looked around the group of them, a ragtag grouping of completely dissimilar people. Magical children rarely got along with each other, but by necessity and a common enemy, often found themselves grouped together for random periods. It was a strange, unspoken rule, perhaps only made possible by keeping their identities secret from one another. Battles between Children were common, but because nobody knew each other, personal retaliation was impossible, and so even the most disparate of pairs grudgingly worked together when attacked.

"Where did the birds come from?" She wondered out loud, diverting her own train of thought.

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Chu levered herself off the balcony railing, seeming to float softly to the ground. The giant puffy hat that hid her horns away fluttered slightly, then settled around her ears. She was dressed surprisingly fashionably for a young girl, like a rich man's daughter, and people tended to notice her for that, and for being so out of place in a gambling hall. She ran to Alistor, almost colliding with his leg as she grabbed onto his dangling hand.

"'Tor." She said simply, looking up at him from under her hat. Her eyes were calm and questioning, almost expectant as she gazed at him.