[System]
Age: 777
Gender: Androgynous (often answers to male pronouns)
Breed: Retired Celestial ('Nephilim')

Physical Description: (Because I can never get pictures to work right >.< )
Parael stands just shy of 6 feet tall, near 130lbs, with long golden hair grown down to his shoulders, often done up in a ponytail. When working at his center he's dressed in ragged jeans and a clean vest with a diaper bag over his shoulder. On the streets he often wears a button up vest, while channeling his powers can reveal ethereal wings that no longer physically exist.

Talents:
Parael lost most of his Celestial powers after he retired and became Nephilim, but he has picked up a few skills here and there since becoming half human...

- Divine Light: Normally deadly and natural to a full Celestial, Parael was taught to channel Divine power through his human hands roughly 500 years ago. Through human conjuring, this power is little more than a bright and hot flare.

- Glamour: By necessity, Parael has learned to harness human illusion powers to maintain glamours around himself and his place of business, disguising himself against mortal eyes.

History:
Parael doesn't like to discuss his history from before his retirement to the human world ("I abhor getting involved with all the human dogma over whose Creator is right. You all need to stop worrying your lovely faces about that and get to the business of living!") But certain individuals believe that he was present shortly after the moment of creation, this revelation coming from nights involving too much alcohol and pillow talk- and as with all such talk, could easily be a fabrication. Whatever precipitated Parael to hang up his wings in the Middle Ages is between Parael and whatever Celestial ordered him around at the time.

After coming down to Earth in the Far East during the Middle Ages and being tutored in human culture by a Chinese dragon, Parael hitch-hiked across the silk road with a Djinni caravan, partied in Europe among the Faerie courts through the Renaissance, sailed across the Atlantic to South America to run with were-jaguars during the Age of Exploration, chillaxed in the Caribbean with wizard cabals through to the 1800s, and finally settled in New Camden during the modern era. It wasn't until settling Camden that he actually began to buy into the tributary system and managed to cultivate a number of relationships with the ruling council of the city ("'Cultivate' is such a cleaned up word, darling! I got around. A lot.")

Celestial blood is a much desired commodity in the magical world, being used for anything from spell components in Elixers of Life to psychotropic drugs for werewolves. His identity as a Celestial would be impossible to conceal forever, so Parael worked out a deal with the city's vampire leader Caradoc de Lacy to provide a certain tithe of blood every month, allowing the vampire to store and imbibe it whenever he liked- negating the deadliness of sunlight to the city's leader for a few hours at a time. Being able to surprise his foes at high noon while they plotted against him was a boon the vampire couldn't afford to pass up. Caradoc, meanwhile, protected Parael's identity as a Celestial from the general supernatural population, eliminating anyone who got too close to the truth of how he could move about during daylight hours.

This protection became doubly handy when, in the Moral Panic of the 1980s, the human city council tried to shut down Parael's daycare center under the pretense of "protecting children from the homosexual menace." Caradoc stepped up and bullied the council into keeping away, but the Celestial soon found himself in deeper debt to Caradoc for the intercession.

Caradoc's human rival, Baroness Augusta, a wizard with an arsenal of magic at her disposal, lost three magi trying to discern how Caradoc could move about seemingly at random during the day. When she discovered the existence of Parael, the two leaders called a council to discuss his presence in Camden. Parael doesn't know what accord they came to, but the inquiries from the city's wizards did stop.

To the supernatural "public" of Camden, Parael is still an eccentric magi who is good with kids and operates out of a daycare center on the East Side. Parael pays tribute by watching over the children of other paranormals, occasionally enchanting them with glamour to pass under mortal gaze when not in full control of their powers; and most importantly, by his blood tithe to the Prince ("And judging by how Baroness Augusta's wrinkled face is looking, the covens are getting a cut too. Unless that's Botox she's taking and I'm wrong.")

With the arrival of Nemsemet and the eradication of the Count and his court, Parael is feeling the pressure whether to go underground or to step up and fight. Coming out of retirement is not in the cards, as a full Celestial entering battle with Nemsemet may emerge victorious, but the clash could level the city of New Camden and everyone in it. For now his daycare center has turned into nothing less than a fortified bunker with wizards and faeries placing wards all over the grounds to protect their next generation from the wrath of Nemsemet...

Psychological Profile:
Parael is a bubbly, flirtatious individual who is absolutely enthralled with the modern mortal world. The iPhone is a greater wonder than all the stars in the sky ("Except for Orion, that sly stud!"). His identity as an ex-Celestial is a closely guarded secret however, and he is supremely sensitive to anyone bringing up the idea that he could be one.

Possessions:
Parael travels light in his day-to-day work. He always has a slick, designer diaper bag on hand from which he pulls all manner of items including toys, food, spellbooks and extra clothes. Buried beneath the floorboards in his bedroom is a dirty, dented iron longsword which he treats with all the reverence of a Colt .45 when in hand.

He does keep an enormous collection of mementos in his apartment. He still has a silk robe which he picked up from his landing in China, which he often lays about in during his off hours, a set of jeweled earrings from India during his trek across the Silk Road, a silver Fairy Sword he got from the Queen of Spring in a tournament ("I'm not bragging, but it was actually the prize in a beauty contest."), and a collection of Obsidian daggers and war clubs during his time in the South American jungles with the were-panthers ("I've yet to find better steak knives and meat tenderizers!").

Yes, and: Parael Magnus hunkered down right after the appearance of the dread Nemsemet, warding his daycare center to try and hide the fact that he was a Celestial from the enemy and providing a place of safety for anyone else who needed a way to lay low...

[User]
As Rikive settled in the back of the van, she began to feel the first curl of exhaustion take over. She had an obscenely high amount of endurance, but after days of no sleeping, fighting and using her magic so heavily; she was ready to sleep for a few hours. So she did not go after the vampire, she would leave that to the others that had given chased, unless she was needed again.

She ran her hands through her tangled chestnut brown hair, now darken with soot from the fire and ash from slain vampires. Likewise her skin was tinged dark with grime, hiding the flush of her skin except where a few beads of sweat had carved their path down her face. Her clothes were absolutely ruined, but she cared little about them. Though it did reinforce her desire to locate proper armor.

She looked to the door when Parael suddenly jumped into the back of the van, as energetic as ever. As though he had not just died because he'd thrown a tantrum and stormed into the club without a solid strategy. "You," She growled at him, her hands clenching in fists. "Do you understand how incredibly stupid, reckless and dangerous that stunt of your's was!?" She yelled at him, raising her clenched hands slightly as though she was about to beat him for his idoicy.

Instead she lunged at him, not to hit him, but to wrap her arms around him in a tight embrace. "Don't ever do that again." She said into his shoulder, her voice tight. As angry as she was that he had gone and made such a mess of everything, it was nothing compared to the relief she felt that he was still alive.

[Assistant]
Flint began to awake, the ground below him felt like it was shaking and his head was pounding. Oh wait, it was moving, he was in the back of the van, and his head was slamming every so often against the hard metal sides. Groggily, he began to rise from his slumped position. "That's what you get for using your powers too much" He thought to himself as he began to piece together what had happened. He was bellowing flames, then he went to go help Tony. Then… he couldn't remember after that.

 He focused his eyes and noticed Parry, being hugged by Rikive, and remembered what had happened before he had entered the building. It was as if his tiredness had melted away, his mind cleared and he stood up. He felt refreshed and energised as he looked towards parry.

"Hey Parael". He said cheerily, to get his attention. When he turned, Flint's fist crunched hard into the celestials face. Parry would know that they were even now, and so Flint sat back down, removing his large jacket. Sweat stained his white shirt and the shoulder holster was visibly empty. He must have dropped his hand-cannon when he passed out and this made Flint even more infuriated. He unbuttoned his shirt to inspect the bruises and cuts covering his chest and sides. Nothing too damaging, but enough to sting when he inhaled. Flint patted for his whiskey bottle, but remembered he had smashed it onto the floor before unloading his tommy-gun into the club. This just wasn't Flint's day.


[System]
Age: 20
Looks: Tall, thin and lanky like a beanpole. Moderate B cup bust and kinda bony hips. She has very prominent collar and cheek bones and thick, curly dark brown hair that goes to almost her shoulders. Likes sundresses and shorts with tank tops and other kinds of summer clothes. Usually wears her eyeliner winged sharp enough to kill a man, but aside from lipstick doesn't bother with much makeup. Usually wears elaborate, dangle earring. Two pieces of jewelry that she is never without are a pendant of a man on a bicycle from her grandfather and a simple, silver spinner ring from her first girlfriend.
Skills: Writing, first aid, and fairly handy with tools.
Important info: Loves anything retro, especially the 50s. Is very friendly, but ironically pretty awkward.
Weapons: Fire axe and cheap, made in China dagger.
Tools: First aid kit, camping basics, a saw, journal and pen, and her ukulele.
Personality: Friendly and loves meeting people, though isn't always the best at conversation. Is quite a hipster in regards to her tastes, but has a sense of humour about it, often making jokes about "her aesthetic." She is also humorous in many other respects, being especially fond of puns. She loves to read and write, starting many stories, but often having trouble finishing them. She is a fan of her occasional quiet time, but is most at ease around one or two good friends. Will try anything once
Bio: She had always been unsure of what the hell governed the universe and as such was notably shocked when the rapture finally did come. She was less shocked that it hadn't taken her. She quickly got her shit together and set out into the world completely unsure of what to do next, but that wasn't anything new.
Theme song: youtube.com/watch?v=6NXnxTNIWkc
Quote: "I have no idea what's going to happen so let's go find out."

[User]
Roxy chuckled and hugged Vagin as well.
"I didn't forget about you, Vaggie." She giggled.

[Assistant] He grinned and hugged both tinier girls and lifted them up, eliciting delighted laughter and squeals from Christa.

[User]
Roxy laughed warmly and sighed happily. The stress of the morning beginning to wear off her.
"Oh my god." She said once more. "I wonder how many others are still out there."

[Assistant]
Christa shrugged and smiled. "I'm going to look for food, ok?"

Vagin's looking for a way to signal a safe way for the woman they contacted.

[User] "I'll come with you!" Roxy said, a bit too eagerly. She cleared her throat. "I mean that it's better not to, ahh, go alone."

[Assistant]
She giggled a little and grabbed her hand, then trotted off.

Vagin has a knowing smile on his face...

[User] Roxy trotted happily alongside Christa, keeping a gentle but firm hold on her hand.

[Assistant] Christa's hunting for the lunch room.

[User] After some quick searching, they found the small breakroom. Now cold coffees sat on the table and someone's unclaimed instant ramen sat in the microwae. Roxy went over and began rooting through the cupboards, finding teabags, instant coffee, a box of granola bars, and a few packets of instant ramen.

[Assistant] Christa quietly searched through a room next to that and found a hidden stash of canned stuff.

[User]
Roxy loaded the lighter food into her bag, and joined Christa in the other room.
"Oh score!" She said. "My dad always used to say tinned food would keep through the apocalypse. Didn't think I'd ever get a chance to find out though." Her tone fell slightly.

[Assistant] She looked at Roxy silently, then smiled and kissed her cheek. "At least he was wise enough to tell you?"

[User]
Roxy smiled again and nodded.
"Yeah. I mean I doubt he saw this coming, but either way, we've got enough food to last us a while here."

[Assistant] She grinned a bit. "Yes." and started carrying things.

[User] "Hopefully the other girl won't be too long." Roxy said, then her eyes widened as though she was remembering something. "Oh. I never got her name."

[Assistant] Christa rose an eyebrow, feeling oddly jealous...

[User]
Roxy continued, starting to get lost in her thoughts.
"I mean I can just ask her wen she gets here, but I feel it was a bit rude. I wonder if she'll have anyone else with her."

[Assistant] Christa's getting irritated and pouted. "I...guess maybe?"

[User]
Roxy snapped herself out of her thoughts and looked at Christa.
"Hey. Hey. What's the matter?"

[Assistant] She blushed a bit. "Um..."

[User]
Roxy raised an eyebrow, waiting patiently.
"Um?" She repeated.

[Assistant] She blushed more. "I'm...jeal...ous?"

[User] "Oh." Roxy said. Then a moment later her cheeks reddened as it really sunk in. "Oohhhh. Oohh." She paused, biting her lip a moment before turning to Christa and kissing her, firmly, square on the lips.

[Assistant] Her eyes went wide and she then happily kissed back.

[User]
Roxy stepped back after a moment, her cheeks thoroughly reddened. She cleared her throat and rubbed her arm.
"I uh, hopefully that will dissuade your, your jealousy."

[Assistant] Christa smiled a little. "Y-yeah..."

[User]
Roxy smiled her awkward lopsided smile and giggled slightly.
"Right. Um. Well. Yeah. Good good." She said. "To be honest I had been hoping that that was the case. Not like the jealousy part specifically but like the other part and stuff." She blushed and cleared her throat. "I'm gonna shut up now."

[Assistant] Christa smirked a bit and nodded. "You don't need to. I like your voice and cute way of talking."

[User] Roxy chuckled and blushed harder. "Hah. Well I'm glad someone thinks my weird awkwardness is cute."

[Assistant] Christa smirked a bit, then blinked when Vagin came in.

[User]
Roxy nodded to Varg and held up some of the food they had found.
"Hey. Check it out. We got some grub. Nothing fresh, but it's fairly hearty."

[Assistant]
He smiled a little and nodded. "Good!" and sat by them on the floor, grinning.

Christa happily nibbled on something.

[User] Roxy sat against Christa, unwrapping one of the granola bars, happy that it was apple cinnamon, her favourite flavour. She was also happy that Christa had actually returned her affections and quietly sung to herself.

[Assistant] Vagin and Christa enjoyed, and Christa started to sing along and harmonize with her.

[User] Roxy took out her ukulele, adding it's soft strums to the tune.

[Assistant] Vagin added his deep baritone to the tune.

[User] As the police station filled with the small choir, Roxy finally felt safe. With the song filling the air and the company filling her heart she completely forgot about the events that had led them there and the stress of the past few days melted away into the fading afternoon light.

[Assistant] That's when a polite knocking was heard at the front entrance. Christa stopped and she looked to Vagin. The two stood and frowned.

[User]
Roxy stopped her strumming abruptly and looked up to the door, her eyes wide and confused. She looked back and forth between Christa and Vagin.
"Um. Do you think it's the lady on the radio?"

[Assistant] The girl frowned more. "I will see. Vagin, stay here with Roxy." and she trotted off before he or Roxy could protest.

[User] Roxy watched tentatively as Christa went for the door, tensed and ready to do something. What, she din't know, but something.

[Assistant]
Christa took down the stuff and opened the door. "Hello?"

It was a woman. She grinned with relief. "You must be one of the people with that girl on the radio."

[User]
Roxy visibly relaxed, sighing in relief. She stood and approached the door, smiling.
"Hey." She said, extending her hand. "I'm Roxy. I'm the one on the radio."

[Assistant] The woman grinned again. "I'm Aria, Aria Blake." and shook Roxy's hand.

[User]
Roxy smiled and waved her in, nervously checking the city skyline before closing the door.
"You uh, you didn't have any trouble getting over here, did you?" She asked.

[Assistant]
She nodded. "There were some creatures, but I managed to lose them."
~
Christa tilted her head to the side and she and Vagin put the barricade back up.

[User]
Roxy nodded, but her face didn't agree with her gesture. She swore under her breath and ran a hand through her hair.
"Did you... do you know what they are?" She asked, almost dreading the answer.

[Assistant] She sighed. "Demons."

[User] "Hah." She said, not really laughing so much as saying the word. She paced around the room, a hand on her head. "Right. Okay." She muttered to herself, leaning against the wall and sliding down onto the floor. She sighed heavily.

[Assistant] Vagin and Christa took seats beside Roxy, on either side, and Aria crouched in front of her, all three trying to comfort her.

[User] Roxy looked up to them and smiled, but not with her eyes. She took Christa's hand and held it tightly, she breathed deeply, attempting to calm herself.

[Assistant] Christa nuzzled her softly, getting as close as she could as Vagin tried to sooth her with words.

[User]
Roxy leaned into Christa until her breathing settled. She rubbed her eyes and face.
"Sorry." She said.

[Assistant]
She shook her head. "It's ok. I'm sure you'll be fine and we will live through this."

Aria blinked, surprised at how close the two were.

[User]
Roxy nodded to Christa before looking to Aria.
"Sorry." She said again. "Things have been pretty wild around here. As I'm sure you know."

[Assistant] Aria nodded and smiled a little. "It's cool. So...what's the plan?"

[User]
Roxy paused a moment and shook her head.
"I don't know." She said. "I don't know.

[Assistant] Christa frowned softly and closed her eyes. "I think...we need to find a special weapon."

[User]
Roxy looked up to her.
"You mean like a silver blade or holy water in a super soaker?"

[Assistant] She nodded a little, smiling and amused.

[User]
Roxy nodded.
"Where would we even find something like that?" She wondered aloud. "The museum maybe?"

[Assistant] Christa frowned, looking down a bit. "Hm."

[User]
Roxy pondered a moment before looking up to the group.
"We should go to the library. Do some research. Know what we're up against."

[Assistant]
Christa looked at her and nodded, standing.

Vagin carefully got up and helped the other two ladies to their feet.

[User] Roxy stood with them, pulling her pack over her shoulder, now laden with the extra food. She wasn't as good with a gun as Christa or Vagin, and she didn't know what kind of talents the new girl could bring to the table, but Roxy was determined to pull her weight.

[Assistant]
Christa smiled a little and nodded before trotting off ahead.

The new girl, Aria, tried to help out by shouldering her cane-sword.

Vagin grinned a relaxed one and made sure to stay close.


[System]
Species: (Ageless Due to A Dragon Wish) Human
Age: Stopped counting past the third century. Appears to be 14.
Gender: Male
Appearance:

Personality: Yaksha, like the spirits he borrowed his nickname from, is dual natured. Usually behaving like a gentle refreshing breeze of goodwill and politeness, his soothing smile betrays a deep dark abyss of enduring despair that has been going for millenia. Indeed Yaksha is no stranger to malice and cruelty, and has lived for so long, he is all but a cynic deep down at this point, knowing that everywhere in existence, sentient beings are more than often mediocre or scum. Even so, his unnatural lifespan has granted him a god's wisdom, and deep beneath it, he still hopes and cherishes the small miracles that pepper creation. It is mayhaps the sole reason why he has not commited suicide yet, despite being unable to age.
Bio:

Once upon a time, where lands were ruled by tribal kings, wars were fought with spears and laws were engraved on stone, a certain prince was born out of the favored concubine at the time. Said prince was said to embody the beauty of the kingdom, and even his own mother became enthralled with it. As the prince grew, the mother whispered into the King's ears for him to scourge the land and find a method to preserve beauty.

Kingdoms were plundered. Wars were waged. And after years of bloodshed, the legend of the dragonballs came forth. Mystical peerless artifacts that could grant any wish. They were used, and the foolish concubine wished for eternal youth upon her 14-year old son, a decision she would come to regret. For the kingdom was spent, and soon fell to the combined forces of all the other kingdoms and factions the King and his concubine had opposed. In the ensuing chaos, Dimsum managed to escape, only to find the folly of it all.

What was the use of being a eternally cute teenager, in this dog-eat-dog world? His heart darkened, and turned to obscure arts. He became a recluse, a mystic of magic known as the Yaksha. No less than two centuries passed in his studies, when a question gnawed at his mind. What were the dragon balls? Where did they come from? Eventually, he found a clue in the Korin Tower, and also a major roadblock. A magician could simply not compete with the martial arts of the guardian of the tower, and thus had to retrain himself from the ground up to an acceptable level.

Still, thanks to the selfish wish once formulated by his mother, he had no worries about playing it slow and steady, and eventually he managed to gain a good foundation that allowed him to progress to the next level. There, he met Kami, the creator of the dragonballs, that said in no uncertain terms that the wish he had been subject upon could not be undone, and therefore, that he had to live his life without ever growing up. However, as a small consolation, he took the fledgling Yaksha as his aide, and trained him further into the mysteries of life, existence, and martial arts. Yaksha thus became a gopher of the guardian of Earth, and therefore did his bidding to save the earth from the destruction and suffering caused by Demon King Piccolo and other mortals.

However, eventually, their gazes turned outside to the encroachment of the Emperor of the Universe, Freeza, and his minions, who had discovered that Earth harbored dragon balls. Kami ordered Yaksha to round up a group of peerless warriors to train like they had never before, and even allowed Yaksha to make use of the Other World's training facilities under King Kai. All stops were pulled, and even Piccolo was reunited with Kami to face the new threat. They even recruited the android genius Dr Gero.

The war was short and brutal, but at the end of the day, a narrow victory was achieved as Freeza was driven off, at the cost of losing Kami, Piccolo, the dragon balls, and everyone but Yaksha, alongside with two thirds of the population of the planet. Yet, life went on, even in this grim world, and Yaksha found himself with the prospect of trying to find a new Kami. It would not last long, as in a few years, another threat loomed.

Freeza had returned. But alongside him... the wizard known as Babidi, who eventually revived the monster known as Majin Buu. The situation was dire. With no allies left, Yaksha tried a last stand against the forces that would destroy the planet...

...only to be pulled out of his timeline by the Supreme Kai of Time. This made Yaksha somewhat dejected, but he knew better than to antagonize a Supreme Kai.

Techniques:
* Magic: Dimsum was originally a mystic, and while a lot of knowledge is now rusty, he can still pull some magical stuff.

	+ Magic Materialization: Can create his own clothes out of nowhere. Fancy
	+ Mystic Healing: Better than a Senzu bean. It does require time, and he has to lay his hands on the target, leaving him wide open.
	+ Shapeshifting: Can alter his appearance, but this doesn't change his power.
* Expert Ki Sensing: Having been trained by Kami, Yaksha can sense ki exceptionally well, and can to a degree identify the hostility in targets much like namekians (although his version is still less refined than that of slug people). His area sensing is particularly wide.
* Vajra: Vajra is a massive ki blast technique that can be executed in two ways. One handed it behaves like a homing lance with heavy firepower, two handed sacrifices homing abilities for sheer raw power and can be considered a finishing technique on its own, with decent piercing capabilities.
* Kamuy (Kaioken): A technique Yaksha devised by himself, before finding out King Kai had his own version in stock. Yaksha's version does make use of his fine ki sensing and control and allows a slightly better yield.
* Kai Kai: Learned this technique for his cooperation in dealing with Majin Buu and his relation to Kami and the Supreme Kais. Can teleport without the restrictions of Instant Transmission through different worlds.
* Flight: His can be ki or magic flavored. Magic flavored is slower, but it can be useful if he's drained of ki.

Transformations:

Other Info: Looks pretty in a dress. Yaksha is extremely xenophobic towards the races that served under Freeza.

[User]
Ovaan
@IceHeart @Chev @KillamriX88 @PPQ Purple @AtomicNut @NacNak @King Kindred

"...I think even the worst of us is capable of growth."

Those words stood out to him the most, though not necessarily because Ovaan agreed. He'd seen far too many atrocities in his time - and in fact had actually been the one committing said atrocities in many cases - to bring himself to agree with such a sentiment. It was a nice sentiment, to be sure. But still just a sentiment. Reality tended to be much harsher than that, and true to reality, some people were just simply beyond saving. And sure, it might be easy for him to think of only Freeza but... the whole truth of it was much harder than that.

Ah, but now it seemed there was some squabbling to be silenced. Thankfully, though, it seemed as though Ovaan didn't have to do much apart from simply having Velona's back in the event that things went south. They, however, did not. That boy sure did prove himself to be quite the loudmouth though, didn't he? He may have provided the initial answers that Ovaan had sought after so much, but beyond that he was not proving himself to be a very likable fellow. Quite a feat, when he was in the company of a man who helped enslave entire planets in the name of Freeza.

But all of this wasn't what concerned Ovaan. He needed some clarification, and now that the Kai was up and about it seemed like a good time to ask, "Excuse me... Supreme Kai, was it?" he asked, unable to recall what her full title was. He offered a short bow regardless, for the sake of etiquette of course, "If I'm understanding things correctly, then I believe I am also correct in assuming that you brought us here to aid you in some way? That much is clear to me, but what is not clear to me is how much help any of us could possibly be against a foe who reportedly destroys entire universes seemingly on a whim. Might I inquire for further clarification on this matter?"

[Assistant]
@Chev@KillamriX88@AtomicNut@Chev
Titanius

[M-3]

Titanius was making sure to keep his eyes and ears open to everything that was being said and shown to them. The first real good piece of information came from the Kai. She mentioned a 'Dimensional Scanner' that told her Tabaga had the same energy signature as that which had struck Conton City, which had to be the name for their current location. She then showed them a recording of a past event in Tabaga's life where she was fighting some black armored troopers with a fellow Saiyan. From the Kai's response it seemed a good guess that those troopers were the source of said energy signature.

Unfortunately Tabaga was not in the best state of mind as she started to turn her anger on the Kai. The human decided to step in a rather, rude manner but before he got himself in trouble he did manage to pick up on him mentioning them being stuck in a pocket dimension. Now this was serious news, if true it meant they were stuck here, with the only person able to potentially get them out being the Kai before them.

The blindfolded one quickly intervened however though not before Tabaga grabbed the young boy by the neck and nearly killed him, thankfully the other woman's words managed to get through and the Saiyan got herself under control. It was almost as if her inner Oozaru had tried to leak out in a rage, despite there being no moon to trigger it. She manged to calm down and even introduced herself to the group, things perhaps could actually progress now.

The Acrosian[Freiza Race] quickly got to the heart of the matter, about why they had been plucked from their universes and what could be done about a universe destroying threat. Now if the force truly had the power to just destroy Universe's on a whim, then frankly there was nothing that could be done, but there had to be a mechanism at work that was being exploited. No matter how strong something was there was very little chance for it to have the power to actually wipe out an entire universe, maybe destroy all matter but not to destroy the fabric of reality itself. The question was how were they or it, destroying entire universes?

While he was sure to keep his audio processors open to hear the Kai's answer Titanius now had a golden opportunity to meet a species he had never encounter before or access data of. Seeing the danger had passed, he stepped up beside Tabaga and faced the blindfolded one, Velona. She truly was quite a unique individual and now his curiosity was overflowing.

"Thank you for your calm intervention Velona that helped diffuse the situation. It is quite encouraging to see someone making rational decision. My designation is M-3 but I have taken on the name Titanius." He had no way to know what kind of greeting ritual her species employed so he opted for a slight bow rather than something as forward as a handshake.

"So are you blind or is there some other reason that you are wearing a blindfold." Tossing aside any potential ice breakers or small talk, he quickly went straight to the foremost question on his mind to try and sate his own inquisitive tendencies. He still had a lot to learn about natural organics, especially in the social department.

[User]
@IceHeart @Chev @KillamriX88 @PPQ Purple @AtomicNut @NacNak @King Kindred

"At the end of the day the only thing that matters is our purpose here. I don't know anything about you saiyans, and other creatures but I certainly doubt that a Supreme Kai of all people would be present if not for a serious event. Though I've never met one in person until now I have heard tales from my higher ups of them intervening in particularly dangerous situations. Rare as they were." Darbin said unperturbed by the others talk, and mannerisms. He held his hands folded across his chest He took a deep breath and considered the situation all this talk of dimensions, and other nonsense was above his head. He wasn't the type to consider anything about timelines, or whatever that was at stake but a galaxy wide threat? That was at least something tangible he could grasp. "If there is a threat in hand I have no problem working with the others to stop it. Simply put if something must die then I will do my best to kill it. At the end of the day I am a soldier getting my hands a bit dirty never bothered me quite one bit." Darbin commented as he cracked his neck. "If I'm called upon to use my talents to save instead of destroy it is just another day for me. Die, or find victory are two sides of a coin I'm firmly aware of though I doubt this enemy will be thrown at us directly...no commander ever fights their own battles." Darbin stated rather plainly as he couldn't help but wonder...there were species here like the pink thing, the android, and 'Frost Demon', if that's what they even were called being exceedingly rare rulers of particular worlds in his 'timeline'. Were these species exclusive to certain sectors? Or were they being lied too?

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Yaksha wasn't terribly surprised when the Saiyan woman further exploded into violence. Whatever, he really needed to get it out of his system. And here he was, being strangled. It made his neck a bit sore, actually. Maybe he should have turned into an eel to escape, though? Though it wasn't as much as life threatening as it would look like.

He had faced this level of power, and this kind of situation before. He had prevailed before them. A newborn super-saiyan these days wasn't enough to put down the iron-hearted protector of Earth, keeper of Kami's throne down in the slightlest. If anything her vacant smile of despair and cockyness met a raised eyebrow and a cold stare, a sort of expression of pity with disappointment.

Tch, Saiyans. Love to always solve their problems with their fists. He sighed, as he hardened enough with his Ki so even the tightest squeeze of the mad Saiyan would not even be much of a consequence. It was done in a careful, minute manner. There was no need to flare up his power and go gung ho over this stupid scuffle, more than he did though. It was no secret he'd been venting out his frustration, ever since the Kai had told about his universe's fate.

He stood up after the seemingly near-lethal ordeal, and flexed his neck, testing the range of movements. "Whatever." He dismissively said to Tabaga. Fools did not deserve a further answer. His ears perked up to the Supreme Kai's plea as he made a slight nod. "As you command." He whispered back.

When all was said and done, he had to wait. The Freeza guy had asked what kind of help this rag tag team could bring. "I do have the distinct feeling we are all what she could find in time." He commented before the Kai, leaning against some debris, his eyes closed and arms folded.

Fuck, when was the last time I had some tea or food? I really miss Gine these days. She was a real sunshine, unlike these other saiyan beast women here. Only saiyan I ever liked. Pity that Dabura killed her.


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~Lady Victoria Moncourier-Crest~

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Age: 20
Gender: Female

Bio:
The daughter of Lord Alexander and Lady Diana Crest, Victoria was born with a rare blood condition called Haemochromotosis, basically where you have more iron in your blood than normal. It's linked with early dementia, but people rarely lived past the age of 60 in Victorian era. This makes her blood smell much, much stronger. And a prime target for vampires.

Her upbringing was privileged being from a family of vast wealth, Victoria wanted for nothing. She had all the ponies and horses she could want, this created her affinity and love for all animals and nature through horse riding and caring for them. When she was twelve, she fell from a horse and grazed her elbows. Her strong blood caught the scent of a nearby vampire. This triggered an attack later that evening as it tracked her back home. As the vampire was about to savage her in her own bed, her father burst in armed with a sword, gun, a cross and a stake (whether stakes actually worked is still a myth) and killed the vampire, this is when she learned they did exist, but she was made to keep it secret. It turned out her father was a secret Vampire Hunter! He knew he himself was a target, having the rare blood condition himself, so did her mother, this was only passed down genetically from both parents. He had to become a vampire hunter to protect himself, his wife and his future children. He guarded her religiously until recently he was killed by a vampire due to his ageing body and weaker ability to dispatch them. They never caught his murderer.

6 months later, Victoria has reached that age where she was expected to have a husband. It was ever more precedent now that the Lord of the House had been killed, there needed to be a new head of the family, with Victoria being the only daughter and no male brothers or cousins to assume the role, it fell to Victoria's future husband. Lord Christopher Spencer was chosen as a suitable candidate for her. And this is where our story begins, at the ball held at the Crest manor estate where she would meet her selected betrothed. Only there was something strangely off about this Lord…

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She too enjoyed the silence between them, it wasn't uncomfortable. It was if enjoying post coital bliss in the state of euphoria. Victoria inhaled deeply just as Vail began to speak. She listened to him suggest his idea, to which she nodded. "I can certainly do that. I was thinking about distracting him with my blood so he wouldn't smell the silver. But the question is just how much of my blood does he need to smell…? And if he tries to feed on me, will he drain me before you can even get to him?" She worriedly expressed, he would hear the concern in her voice. She'd never fought a vampire before either except when she slashed Vail's leg to get him off her.

"Either way there is great risk to both of us, we need to plan this out carefully to the very last detail. We cannot fail on the first attempt otherwise, there will be no second chance. And we will both be hunted to the end of days." Victoria sighed as she contemplated the consequences of their failure. She could see why he nearly whispered, who knows who lurked out in the dark. Surely Vail would have smelled them though and disposed of them or kept hidden or quiet. Especially if Spencer was lurking.

Feeling the confidence to move, she applied her hand to her wound, taking over from Vail's hand. She pushed herself up from the chaise lounge, as she rose, her hair brushed against the side of his face. She cleared her throat and removed her legs from his lap and placed her feet on the floor. She now sat next to him on the cushioned seat, she covered her legs over with her long skirt so she wouldn't feel cold. "We need to decide when to make our move…the timing must be right." She explained. Time was always of the essence in these things. "You can always back out you know….we don't have to continue the bargain." She didn't hold him to a contract, it was entirely his choice. "You can walk away at any time." She turned her face to look at him, or what she could see in the dark. But she knew he was there, and he could see better in the dark than she could. He would see her melancholic eyes glinting in what little light there was reflected from them. Other than her blood, she couldn't see him sticking around for anything more. It just depended on how addicted he was to it. Once her blood would be compromised in any way, she'd never see him again.

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It seemed to Vail like Victoria was already on the same page he was. He nodded when she said she had already considered using her blood to distract Lord Spencer from her weapons. It was a good plan, since their noses were much more attuned to iron than silver when it came to metals. He did ponder her question though. At a guess, he would say she didn't need very much to keep the Wynter's attention on her. Just her small cut at her party had been enough to draw them both to her from different parts of the room. To be safe, it would have been wise to use more than the bare minimum though.

"Just a cut," he answered, reaching out to trace his index finger across the width of her forearm in an absent demonstration. "But if you can, you should inflict it somewhere beneath your clothes. He'll be captivated trying to figure out where the source of the smell is coming from."

Her second question made him think as well. "No," he mused. "Draining a person of enough blood to kill them is a slow process, and he would be vulnerable to attack if he tries. You shouldn't have to worry about that as long as nothing happens to me before he bites you." Now that she belonged to him, he had no intention of letting a Wynter take her away from him. Her blood was his, and his alone, and he was going to feed on it solely until she died. If Spencer wanted her, he was going to have to put up a fight.

As Victoria sat up on the chair, Vail caught another hint of her perfume on the air she stirred. Her thick hair tickled his jaw, and he was nearly tempted to lean into it. He took a slow breath, reminding himself that the feeding was already done this eve, and he had no more reason to get closer to her. Closing any more distance without an excuse would just complicate their already obscure deal, and that was the last thing he wanted.

When she suddenly spoke again, he turned to her in surprise. He hadn't expected her to offer him an out. As much as he disliked the thought of murdering Spencer, he disliked the thought of giving up his right to her blood even more. "I know I can," he agreed, meeting her gaze as she looked at him. "But I won't." A smile curved his lip. "I meant it when I said I think you're worth it, My Lady. I'm not going anywhere until this whole thing is done."

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As Vail traced his finger along her forearm, she shuddered. In the darkness, she couldn't see much less anticipate any of his movements or actions. The sudden touch was sensuous in itself to only be able to feel it. Without her sight, her other senses heightened, especially touch. If this was his way of torturing her, he was doing a fantastic job. Never had she felt such a tenderness upon her skin there. It wasn't a customary thing in society to touch other than hands for handshakes, shoulders and hip touches for dances. And of course the back of the hand, where Vail had once himself kissed the Lady at the party. Some part of her thought he was enjoying teasing her.

Victoria felt a sigh of relief escape from her lips as Vail declined to get out of this bargain. He was so dedicated to finishing Spencer off just to get ensure he had a lifetime supply of her blood. As he met her gaze, she felt a tug at her chest. A dull ache even. Like there was something…missing. She wanted more. His touch ended too quickly for her liking and she missed it already. When Vail explained that she was worth it, she knew he only meant her blood. That was the only thing special about her.

"Very well. I shall plan a special cut for Spencer. I'll store the weapons here for you to retrieve before the event. I shall write to him for a meeting next week. We shall reconvene here once more before the curtain rises on our plan." Victoria declared with resolve, she even clenched her fist tightly. She stood up slowly, feeling her wound was fine enough to walk back home with and bandage over. She just hoped she wouldn't trip over in the darkness outside. The last thing she'd want is to attract a random vampire here to the grounds.

"And how do you plan on dispatching our…friend?" The Lady asked Lord Hygrace outrightly. She needed to know his method of hunt, how he planned to kill a rival vampire. What would he do if he failed? What would she do if Spencer found out before they executed their plan? There would be no place to run, no place to hide. It was do or die.

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As Victoria rose from the lounge, Vail did as well. He stretched his back, which was slightly uncomfortable from the way he had been leaning over her during the feed. Still, a little soreness was nothing compared to the high he had felt while he'd drank her unique blood. He could still feel the phantom of her delicate fingers on his shoulder and smell the remnants of iron that lingered in the room, both of which just made him more excited about the next time he would return to prey on her again.

At her description of the plan, he murmured his agreement. One week from now wasn't very far away, but he supposed it was better to get the more disturbing part of their pact over with sooner rather than later. Once Spencer was dead, he could focus entirely on the pleasure of meeting every three days to taste her blood. He quite looked forward to that.

"Just make sure the weapons are wrapped in a cloth or something else that will keep them covered," Vail added. "Otherwise I won't be able to touch them." Silver wasn't just off putting to him because of its pungent smell. Even the gentlest brush of the metal burned his skin. Though he was fully capable of handling a pistol, he couldn't use one made with silver unless he had something to put between his hand and the weapon. It was inconvenient, but it was what he had to do if he was to manipulate a gun like that.

"I could help you in one of two ways," he answered when Victoria asked how he planned to dispatch her fiancé. "Either you will distract him long enough for me to get a clear shot at his heart, or I will restrain him while you shoot." Both options seemed viable in his opinion. In either case, they would have to catch the Wynter by surprise, which meant the Lady would have to keep him distracted. As long as Spencer didn't catch on to what was happening before they had an opportunity to kill him, the murder would go smoothly.

"How confident are you with a gun?" Vail queried, deciding that was probably the biggest factor in determining which of them would shoot her fiancé.


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Sporko's Character
Gender: Male.
Species: Werebeast- WereDragon.
Age: Physically 25.
Human Appearance:
Height: 6'04".
Hair: Short Scruffy Dark brown-Near black hair, sit's just below his ears with minimal fringe.
Face: Deep Golden Eyes, Midway between White and Tanned skin. He has a scar over his left cheek.
Attire: Drake tends to wear a tank top and any sort of pants he can, sometimes he wears a hoodie.
Personality: Drake is often seen as a hardass, pretty stubborn and quiet. Deep down he is really caring, and has a Dragons Pride.

Beastial Form:
Beastial Type: Dragon.
Appearance:
Drakes Beastial form is a large Dark blue Dragon, midway between Humanoid and Beastial. He stands at around Seven feet in this form, but mainly stays on all fours. He's got large wings that fold up on his back and small spines that etch down his back and some feather-like spines on the tip of his tail.

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The beasts ears flicked as he heard footsteps running down the hallway. His tail swayed before he breathed in quickly; sudden streaks of blue echoing over his scales before coiling down to the edges of his mouth, before he shot another blast of plasma at the wall.
The Plasma hit the wall square on, causing a large hole to break from the wall. The Werebeast shook his head and neck slightly, a rumble that sounded much like a chuckle from his chest as the Vampire spoke to him.

He crouched to fully get through the wall before he broke out into a full run as soon as he was through the hole, he ran away from the compound as fast as his injured body would let him.
It took about 20 minutes, but he was far enough from the compound to be comfortable to collapse onto the ground.
"We technically are." The Werebeast said with a chuckle, in terms of her last statement. "Well, I am the last of my kind. There are other werereptilians, Yes; but nothing like myself."

He let out a tired huff, moving his injured paw out from under his body. He looked at the Vampire. There was silence between the two of them for a moment, The WereBeast reveled in this moment' everything was peaceful for the time being, both of them injured and exhausted...

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Iris felt the relief hit her when they were away from the compound, distance between them but she felt the creature stop collapsing from exhaustion. Sliding off his back she sat opposite the dragon watching him intently. "Well I must say; I'm impressed you haven't had the urge to rip my head off." Giving him a playful smile, she was only trying to lighten the mood, "We are meant to be mortal enemies after all."

Glancing at the injured paw he had moved from his body she moved closer. Hands ripped the hem of her dress with ease creating a strip of material. Cautiously she picked up the injured paw in her hands and began to wrap the injury, it would help keep it in place and hopefully stop from any sort of infections. Plus, she didn't know what kind of healing rate he had nor did she know if she could use her blood to heal him.

"Other werereptilians?" Questioning at his comment she was curious to know what other type of creatures were out there. "I suppose you are some sort of leader then? Like head of your species? If that makes sense of course." Feeling the cool breeze in the air she couldn't help but smile, she was out of that compound. Out of immediate danger, well she did not know what kind of danger she faced being with the weredragon but he had not shown any signs he would harm her.

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The Weredragon winced as she tied up his injury, wanting to pull away but kept himself still.
"Heh, I'm stronger than those instincts." He said with a low rumble from his chest, "You are showing no hostility to me, so I don't need to waste energy on unneeded hostility towards you. The whole war between the races is stupid." He commented before he moved to tuck his paw back under his body now that it was patched up momentarily.

He listened to her speak with a small sigh, "I wouldn't say I'm a leader, no." He said, stretching his body slightly so he was sitting a bit more proper.
"I am one of the Strongest Werebeasts." He mentioned before he huffed, "Or so I've been told."
There was a moment of silence from him before he stood up properly, giving a stretch.

"Come. I have a cave not too far; It is covered and safe." The beast started, looking to the Vampire, "We can rest; we can heal and then figure out where we're going to go from there." He said, lowering his body as an offer to the Vampire.
She didn't seem too dangerous, as long as she showed no signs of attacking her he would be humble.

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"True, I wonder what even sparked the war in the first place." All she had known was the fact they were enemies, that hey should hate each other and that at all costs should avoid as they could die. It sounds all well and good, but it did raise some sort of confusion as it was hard to ignore teachings that had been instilled in her for quite some time.

"I can understand why the strongest, again, dragon." Frowning she glanced around their surroundings before she caught him move again. Hesitant at following she reached her hand out but stopped, she felt this conflict almost. Noticing her own hand tremble ever so slightly she made the decision to get upon his back once more and follow. He was right, they needed to rest and although she was slowly starting to heal it did not mean she was ready to face off against another set of hunters.

"How did they find you?" She had her own suspicions on how she had been found but was unsure on if it was the case. Everything had happened in a sort of blur. Seeing the cave approach, she couldn't help but sigh with relief, it felt like she would be safe to regain her strength before moving. Why had the hunters targeted them? "How did they know of your existence?" It was an unsettling question as she had no clue he even existed but some hunters had? It set her on edge.

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"Something something Old friends turned enemies over land, money or a woman- Depending on where you hear the story." He said as he walked along slowly, he wasn't limping but he wasn't walking properly either.
His tail swayed as he walked along, his eyes scanning the trees and the shadows surrounding them.

It didn't take them too long before they reached a cliff face, large trees covering up the entrance to a small meadow leading into a large cave, which seemed to be decorated with strings of lights and straw against the floor.
As Iris entered on Drakes back, the spell that hung over the area allowed her in and allowed her to see how everything was.
"The Meadow is enchanted." The dragon stated, lowering himself as he got towards the cave. "Those who are not welcome cannot enter." There was a pause, "But since you've been welcomed in, you can come and go as you please."

He rumbled at her other questions, "I have no idea how they found out about me." He started, "I barely leave my meadow and only hunt at the dead of night if I need to. I worry a companion has been captured and interrogated. As for how they caught me..." His maw twitched slightly, his lips curling slightly, "They staked out until I went and had to leave for a hunt, stalking me before they got the large hook in my wing. They pulled away all of my energy as I tried to fight back, tying me up once I reverted back to Humanoid form and then they just took me to the compound."
He flexed his wings quietly as he sighed, "What about you? How is a powerful Vampyress like yourself stuck with these bastards?"

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"Sounds like a thrilling tale." Iris chuckled softly to herself as they reached the cliff face, glancing around she could see the trees which had covered up the entrance. The string of lights and straw against the floor fascinated her, it was oddly beautiful to see such a thing.

Sliding off his back she looked round the meadow, eyes curious as she took in all the sights around her. An enchanted meadow? This was beautiful, having this place to call home and sort of protected. It was much like her own manor that she herself resided in, it was protected from onlookers and only the most trusted was welcome inside. It sounded very similar; she had been caught whilst out feeding. "Similar story, I was snatched whilst my defences were down and hunting." Sighing heavily, she thought on it more, "I got cocky, thought my next victim was clueless. Turned out to be a hunter."

Looking away from him she took a few steps into the meadow, she had never seen a place like this before and it made her question where they were. "The moment I tasted their blood I knew I'd been tricked; my reflexes had been weakened and they made sure to keep it that way." Glancing back towards him she had a curious look upon her face, "So you have a human form too? Can you transform freely?" There had been rumours that some creatures needed a moon to turn.

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Drake laughed softly, "Then we share something at least, cocky hunters. We all have our flaws of course." He said before he looked at her as she mentioned about his humanoid form. His tail swayed gently before he nodded.

"I can transform freely, yes. But the moon still dictates at least one transformation." he said before he walked towards the cave, "I should be able to change back now." He glanced to the horizon, before he moved into the cave and out of sight.

There was a moment of silence before the sound of bones twisting echoed around. His shadow twisted against the cave wall before silence echoed again.
Drake's shadow could be seen moving to grab a few things before the man walked to the entrance of the Cave.
He hadn't had time to get fully dressed, but he managed to get pants on, and he had a shirt in his left hand. He shook his head slightly before he moved to pull the shirt over his head and torso, covering up the scars dotting over his body. He winced at his hand and his back.

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"Sometimes we can let our guard down when we think ourselves as highly dangerous and that we can't be touched." Thinking on his words about how he could freely transform did impress her, it was interesting that he was not confined to the moon cycle. Well at least one day was.

"How's the injury?" Asking softly as she leaned against the wall for support whilst she watched his every move, even though he had not been threatening in any way she was still concerned that at any moment he could snap and cause her harm. "So, what's our next move? I don't think we will be safe until we know what those hunters want, and why they are chasing us down in particular." Glancing back to the entrance of the large cave they were residing in she let her thoughts wander on what had happened, it had been slightly confusing but at the same time she was worried. There were humans who were powerful enough to bring two ancient creatures into captivity, sure it hadn't lasted long but at the same time they had managed it. They could get better, stronger and who knows if they could escape next time.

"I'm not sure about your kind but if an ancient vampire is taken down it takes down the whole lineage just like that, gone."

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Drake gave a small laugh at her first words, "We have to remember we're still mortal, as much as our brain tells us otherwise." He said before he glanced at his shoulder blade. "I feel okay, yeah." He said with a nod, "It's healing, not bleeding at least."

He listened to her words before he sighed, "Honestly we need to find out why they caught us." He said with a frown, "They didn't kill us outright, which could only mean there's something more sinister." He felt his brow furrow before he looked back towards where they came from.

"I'm the last of my kind, I don't know if there would be any sort of mass extinction without me being alive..." Drake started before he gave a bit of a stretch, "The Elder's don't want me dead any time soon, otherwise they wouldn't have saved my life the times they have." He gave a weak chuckle before he settled his eyes back on the woman.
"And I'm guessing you're the last ancient Vampire?" He asked, his eyes looking at hers, a serious tone in his voice. The tone of his voice made it hard to distinguish why he was asking; be it for knowledge in case he planned to kill her, or something else.

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"Yeah, I suppose we can be killed. Granted it's difficult but…" Chuckling slightly herself as she folded her arms looking over at his shoulder blade when he mentioned it was alright. Thankfully it had stopped bleeding, which was a positive, but it had yet to start healing.

"More sinister? Like what exactly? Trying to breed the two most ancient species?" Iris scoffed making a light joke of the events. "Honestly, I reckon they wanted us to fight, perhaps they wanted us to turn on each other, cause a war?" Sighing as she raised her hand to her forehead rubbing it gently, "I don't know. I wish I knew what they wanted."

Looking back towards Drake as he spoke about being the last of his kind, listening to his words he spoke of elders which meant he had some sort of council much like she did. Perhaps they could be useful to consult with? "I don't know about being the last, I assume so." As much as she didn't want to give out this peace of information in case he used it to his advantage she thought it was best to put some form of trust in him, they had after all helped each other escape and were both in the same situation. "The last I heard of my brother he went underground for protection but I believe he is dead."


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Appearance:

Bio:

Drake was unfortunate enough be born during the Shadow Initiative. His parents were part of the research team before they took time to raise him. His life consisted of two activities: studying multiple subjects with his father like languages, math, science, chemistry, etc. and military training with his mother where she taught him how to use firearms and other weapons. When he turned eight, he went through the Genetic Reenactment Conversion. Once he went through that, he was able to manipulate, create, and control lightning. He barely made friends because of his schedule and by the time he was fifteen he felt like an outcast among everyone else. He didn't know what horrors would await him.

When he turned eighteen, his parents brought him to the lab where they worked and where he had the Genetic Reenactment Conversion done. He had figured he would work with them in hopes of studying the Heartless and Nobodies. The Shadow Initiative was still in its early stage and he hoped to help them understand both the Shadows and Nexus (Heartless and Nobodies). However, he was chosen to be the very first human test subject. His parents were grooming him for this job. They felt he was physically and metal prepared for it.

Once ready, they injected Drake with the DNA extracted from the Shadows and Nexus. They were hoping that this would create a much more powerful super soldier. However, they had no idea the repercussions of the test. The DNA of the Shadows and Nexus mixture called Shadow Nexus called to Drake. He could hear millions of voices crying out to him like they were in pain. It felt like the mixture was tearing both his body and mind apart. He screamed in pain as ruins began to form on is body and his hazel brown eyes changed to blood red and in one fell motion. He blacked out.

When he came too, he was standing in the ruins of the laboratory. There was no sight of his parents or the other researchers. However, he did see a figure in black robes standing atop a pile of rubble before disappearing. He assumed the figure had something to do with why the laboratory was destroyed. With his parents gone, he wandered the wasteland until he came to Black Falcon City.

For a time he lived homeless there until he meet a group of bounty hunters that took pity on him and took him in. however, because of his physical skills, he soon became a bounty hunter like them. After several years he became known as the Death Hunter. A bounty hunter using the shadows to kill with. With the bounty hunters he found that the Shadow Initiative had bestowed onto him new abilities: The power to control shadows. However, he still hears the tormented voices in his head and as the occasional blackout at times.

What he doesn't realize is when he blacks out, the Shadow Nexus takes over. It controls his body and he becomes a much more savage fighter. His Shadow Nexus side keeps trying to keep control of his body, but fails after so long. However, the longer he stays in Shadow Nexus mode. The greater chance he will be lost to it.

Age: 25

Skills:
Because of Drake's mother, he is fluent in many battle and fighting styles. However, the three fighting styles he is most comfortable in are mix martial arts (MMA), Kendo, and gun slinging. He combines his MMA with his ability to control and manipulate lightning.

Weapons:

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Natasha
Natasha tentatively wondered how quickly she could jam her fingers in her ears. But as Drake purposely waited she stole a little glass bead into his boot; one of the few shield charms she had left. As Drake left the cockpit so did she from the opposite side Natasha made certain to hit the button for the cargo door of the small ship. The sounds of the doors yawning open from the back followed her out of the cockpit on the other side of the ship.

Sitting out of sight within the Gummi Ships deep Shadow Natasha studied the field before her. Under the beating sun she could fully appreciate how intimidating Pain and Panic truly were as members of the Surge Guardians. Gritting her teeth, she banished this notion and focussed on her next move and watched Mark traipse into the Gummi Ship and return.

She decided on a gamble.

Natasha slipped from beneath the Gummi ship and into Prims shadow. By Prims shoe Natasha counted to sixty before placing her hand on Prim, simultaneously pulling together an illusion of the Girl whilst casting a spell of invisibility.

The illusion kept its look of fear, violet eyes pointed directly at the ground, but Prim herself shot a look down at her ankle where the chill had spread. Natasha looked up to where she assumed Prims face to be and her a finger to her lips.

Stay silent

Natasha heard a small gasp but nothing more. Commending Prims level headedness Natasha pulled on Prims ragged sock, gesturing her to move towards the Gummi Ships underbelly. Prim moved deftly, so light she was she barely left a trace, into the shadow and made herself as small as she could behind it's landing strut. Feeling that both were safely out of sight Natasha let go of the spell.

"Quiet." Natasha ordered in a whisper. "You hear fighting, hide in the ship. Understand?"

Prim, with tears silently streaming down her face, simply nodded.

"Listen, you'll be safe." Natasha smiled and handed Prim a glass bead, her last one. "Keep hold of this."

She descended back into the shadows then and slipped her way silently to the illusion. With violet eyes and dirty blonde pigtails, it glanced up at Drake.

She'd had enough of these people.

James
James already had one leg in the latex smelling suit when Seth jumped into another corridor, possibly followed by someone else but James had stopped trying to keep track.

"Where the bloody..." James called after them.

But they were gone and the corridor closed with a pop. The other however remained wide open like a stain. James groaned before resuming his scramble into the space suit.

"Whatever, let's just get this over with. Come one everyone, choose your colour and let's get going." James fell backward onto the ground in a grey suit just like all the others. "We haven't got all day. Death or glory, death seemingly more likely and all that."

The suits themselves seemed to be that rare case of 'one size fits all' as James felt the elastic material readjust itself around him once he pulled up the zipper on the front all the way to his neck. Shoes and gloves were already attached though James saw no sight of an actual helmet.

"Pardon me." James moved around the new arrival on his hunt for a helmet. "Don't suppose you saw any helmets?" A dome suddenly wrapped around his head from the white collar. James yelped in surprise, not that anyone could hear.

For a minute his mouth flapped open and close but no sound could be heard outside the bubble, until he found the switch on the collar by his neck.

"found it. Okay guys I'm going to blow a hole in that station and hopefully catch them by surprise." His smile was faltering and his voice had an edge that was just shy of being manic.

After tapping away on the keyboard, a dull boom could be heard as if it were from somewhere far away. A faint breeze began towards the black swirling corridor. On the view screen a large hold had now appeared and debris flew out of it, tumbling into the freezing expanse. James ignored it and the bodies that could be seen and instead turned back to the rest of the group.

"Okay. Is everyone ready?" James summoned his keyblade in a flash of light. "They should be busy for a little while now so lets go!"

Waiting for the others to prepare themselves James lead the charge through the Corridor and shot out the other side. He stumbled to a stop and felt his keyblade pour magic into him.

"Oh we're screwed."

[Assistant]
Katherine took a deep, steadying breath as she this..abyss portal looking thing.
"Didn't say anything about freaking demon portals.."
Despite her complaints, she willed her keyblade to appear, and somewhat apprehensively went though.

[User]
Fox
"Now that our part of this transaction has been done," Nails said before he extended his hand out and added; "Now you hold up your end of the deal." Drake let out a sigh before he turned to the Prim illusion Natasha created for herself. He knelt down and a grin formed on his face.

"Hope you're ready for this? I'm not James, so you might not like fighting alongside me, but thanks for helping," Drake said before he began to explain, "When you see the spark of lightning, try to create a smoke screen or something to obstruct their vision. we can't fight them all ourselves. That will be our chance to leave. It won't be easy, but then again when are things ever easy." He then stood back up and looked back at Nails.

"Saying goodbye?" Nails joked.

"Nah, just letting her know how to run the ship. Instructions are shitty and the ship is sensitive like a damn Sand Sharks skin." Nails nodded just as Drake began walking towards Nails. Nails smile grew as he watched Drake walk closer towards him. Drake waited for several seconds before he let a small spark of lightning spark around his fingers on his right hand.

[Assistant]
@Kalzky@Ryougu@SMS@Rockin Strings@Letter Bee@ShadowVentus
James
They had emerged in a large storage room of some sort filled with wailing sirens and ammo crates, a form hiding behind one stack of them, with a large door at each end. Around one door the enemy had surrounded.

Bloody Terminators

Those were the words that popped into James' head when he saw the soldiers; half of them attempting to prise apart the door, the other half pointing their weapons at him and the others as they arrived. The tanks ceased their fire upon the door and instead turned their large guns towards the group, turbines on the spider tanks sides began to spin and whine.

James felt his keyblade shake violently in his hands as the soldiers charge their weapons and fire beams of searing blue light. For James, the bolts of light appeared to grow slowly out from the guns as magic sped up his mind. He stood between the ticks of a second watching the bolts lazily fly towards him, just as slowly he pulled up his keyblade and twisted around, willing his limbs to move faster. The first bolt slammed into his keyblade and flew off to the sight in a burst of light and a ring.

Time returned to normal and James found himself being bombarded by the soldier's blasts, being pushed slowly backwards by the force of them as he blocked them from hitting the others standing behind. When a bolt seared a black mark onto his suit James grimaced.

Above the alarms James shouted, "Someone smash'em!"

The barrels of the Spider Tanks shone maliciously.

Natasha
Black smog erupted from the Illusion of Prim; a thick and suffocating thing that felt like sugar paper against the skin. From above it looked like a square that encompassed where the Surge Guardians had stood, but with a small circled in the centre that was clear so Natasha and Drake could see.

Natasha stood with a hand out stretched, despite this though she looked annoyed.

"Why don't we just kill them now and be done with it!" She snapped.

There were sounds of movements, possibly the guardians hunting for them or just paranoid delusions. Natasha followed her gut and treated them like the first option. Signalling for Drake to follow her as she moved swiftly to a different potion, hands folding the fog around them.

[User] [removed, whoopsies]

[Assistant]
Fox
The smog exploded from the illusion and caused the Surge Guardians to jump just as they were engulfed inside the smog. Nails sneered and yelled, "We had a deal you little shit!" he searched through the smog for any trace of Drake, but found nothing as the smog seemed to get thicker the more he stood inside of it. Nails quickly placed a finger over his ear and ordered, "Find them damn it!"

When the Smog engulfed the area, Drake quickly took out his goggles from his watch and placed them on. He tapped the side of them and they began scanning and giving his readouts of where everyone and everything was. He quickly grabbed Natasha's arm and ran towards the ship while saying, "Do you honestly think the two of us can kill all the Surge Guardians? Even if I had my Shadow Nexus, We're still outgunned." When he reached the ship he quickly and forcefully pushed her inside the cargo bay.

"Get the ship ready and make sure our passages are set," Drake said before a gunshot rang out. Drake let out a cry of pain as he staggered back and grabbed his right shoulder and cursed, "Fucking hell. Screw it, just go!" Drake ran into the ship, not even checking both Prim and Jinx who were in the ship and slammed the accelerator. The shop hovered for several seconds before it shot into the air and towards the main ship.

Once out of danger, Drake let out a sigh and sat back in his seat only to feel a searing pain in his right shoulder. He winced before he placed his hand over the bullet hole and felt the blood slowly leaking from it. He sighed again, "Should have known Zack was somewhere out of sight with a sniper rifle. The bastard was an amazing shot even the harshest of weather."

"Everyone else ok?" Drake asked.


[System]
Age: 18

Gender: Male

Race: Human

Weapon:
Two metal tonfas, Artorius and Gwenhwyfar (formerly Lawnslot). Both are identical, visually, save perhaps a few differences in internal mechanism. In the traditionally held position, the longest part of the body aligning along the forearm, the forward facing post is actually a shotgun barrel; though standard shells are the usual ammunition, dust rounds can be loaded instead. The storage area expands along the spine of the weapon. The recoil is often used for propulsion when useful. The primary length of each tonfa actually has a blade running along it, resembling one half of a sword, to be specific.

This is because both weapons are capable of combining into a large, long sword; Caledfwlch. The two weapons reconfigure in such a way as to create a long, straight two-handed sword with a straight crossguard. The shotgun barrels are reoriented as the crossguard, one pointing to the left and the other to the right, used to enhance the power behind his swings.

Artorius and Gwenhwyfar both have one other unique attribute; high capacity batteries built into their frame. Each battery continuously siphons a supply of Aura from Benjamin, building the energy up so long as they are, in some way, upon his person. This energy can be released with a button built in below the shotguns' triggers, on the handle of the combined blade, or on the handle of the smaller tonfas. The release of this energy usually is used to power his Semblance, and must be replenished over time when discharged.

Joyous Guard
Expansion Calibrated for Ultimate Resistance
B. Lloyd #8 of 7

An expansion device manufactured to work in conjunction with Artorius and Gwenhwyfar. In its default form the Joyous Guard is a tower shield, large and incredibly heavy. Two racks are integrated into its back side for holding the two tonfa when not in use. It can be held in hand, affixed to the forearm (vertically or horizontally) or stored on Benjamin's back. The top and bottom sides taper off into wedges, enabling it to be used as an offensive bludgeoning weapon when affixed horizontally to the forearm. Its connection to the forearm is carefully designed to ensure that both tonfa are compatible in use when the shield is in play, though Joyous Guard is primarily intended for use with Caletfwlch. The shield is manufactured from dense, durable metals, making it even heavier than it looks. For this reason Gravity Dust was used in its construction, making it nearly weightless in Ben's hand. Notably, however, it is Aura-coded to Ben's Aura; in the hands of anyone not on its whitelist, the Gravity Dust reverses and makes it too heavy to be lifted.

Joyous Guard's secondary configuration requires the use of Artorius and Gwenhwyfar. The shield unfolds, incorporating the transformation mechanisms in both tonfa to provide the necessary components for the configuration. Namely they provide part of the edges and part of the hilt of the immense two-handed sword Joyous Guard becomes. The effects of the Dust carry over in this form, ensuring that Ben can swing it almost as easily as he would Caletfwlch. In fact, due to the nature of F=ma, a swing from it will be many times as devastating with a fraction of the effort. Like Caleftwlch, the shotgun barrels incorporated into the hilt aid in granting increased force to its swings.

Finally, in a tertiary configuration, Joyous Guard can convert while affixed to Ben's forearm by splitting down the middle and orienting the magnetic racks used to hold Artorius and Lawnslot along the two horizontal halves. The Lightning Dust used to generate that magnetic field, in this form, cranks into overdrive to turn the shield into a forearm mounted electromagnetic cannon. Slow-firing, but incredibly potent in its offensive power. Artorius and Lawnslot are absolutely necessary for this configuration, as they provide the additional structural stability needed to let Joyous Guard withstand the considerable forces exerted. As a bonus, however, this makes their shotgun barrels useful in this configuration.
Specialty: Benjamin is a highly adaptable fighter. He lacks dedicated defensive capabilities, but his weapons serve very well as augmentation to forearm blocks. The lightweight nature of his weapons, however, also means that he is a highly agile fighter. His preference is to move as quickly as possible, landing strikes when opportunities present themselves and evading blows (blocking if absolutely unavoidable).

Use of both his Semblance and Caledfwlch is exceedingly rare, to the point that they have not yet been used during his career at Beacon. Both are abilities and options he keeps to himself, aces up the sleeve. Ultimately, his style permits him to act as the situation demands, though the drawback to the continuous siphoning of his Aura, as well as his lack of any dedicated defensive tools, is that his personal defenses are noticeably lower than others'.

Semblance: Deinamig: Benjamin is capable of using Aura to fuel an individual section of his body to well beyond its usual limits. Fueling his legs, for example, will drastically increase both speed and power of his legs, and fueling his arms will do much the same. This can, theoretically, be applied to any section of his body. The Aura for this is usually provided by the resevoirs built up within his weapons, but that supply is not infinite. If a situation arises where he is unable to tap into it (or it runs out) he can directly fuel his Semblance with his present Aura.

Personality: Benjamin is a friendly guy. He also, at first glance through his performance in school, nothing to write home about. Average or slightly above in all his classes, with the only oddities appearing once one takes a closer look. His homework assignments represent minimal effort, while all examination scores actually place him near the top of the grading scale. Between the two, depending on how the class is run, they average out to roughly average grades. In short, Benjamin doesn't bother to do his homework until the last minute, if at all. He conforms to a decidedly nonstandard view of what is important, and what is not. Things he views as "busy work", such as most homework assignments, are treated with at best casual disregard, while things he views as important (tests, examinations, practice, getting to know people) works at. His strange views actually are rooted in a single opinion; if it isn't something he needs to do in order to do well in his life, it doesn't really matter. People skills will be important, combat skills will be important, all of the knowledge he amasses will be important. So he takes his tests and exams seriously, but at the end of the day… Who's going to care, once he leaves Beacon, whether or not his did his vocabulary flash cards?

This practical viewpoint extends to many aspects of his life, but he will always make an effort to get to know people. His wit might be a little sarcastic at times, but anyone who he views as a friend will find that few will go to greater lengths for their friends. Aside from his practicality, which more than a few teachers might instead term "laziness", Ben has one other notable quirk. He seldom fights at full capacity. He believes it is always best to have an ace or two tucked away up the sleeve, so that if a situation ever arises where he simply can't handle it, or needs just a little more power… He has something to draw on.

Color: Steel Gray

Emblem: A single inverted sword set behind a shield emblazoned with a crown device.

Appearance: Benjamin is a few inches short of six feet, making about average height for his gender. He has an athletic build, obviously necessary given his school, but he isn't overly muscular.The fighting style he prefers requires nimble movements, mandating that he maintain both a reasonable muscle mass as well as his agility. A faint grin is his default expression, blue-gray eyes bright with life under slightly messy light brown hair. He wears the Beacon school uniform completely unmodified, though it isn't at all uncommon to see him take the coat off and carry it around. When not attending class (and thus not required to wear his uniform), he tends to default to jeans paired with a black or gray long sleeved shirt. Light but durable boots are his footwear of choice, as his usual field attire simply adds some lightweight gray armor over his torso, and perhaps greaves to his shins. Artorius and Lawsnlot are carried at his belt, one on either side.

[User]
Merlin quickly inhaled the last bit of food that was left in his tray in completely silence. He didn't find himself particularly interested in the conversations around him and found no real reason to interject any of them. He did, however, give a small smile as Ivan got 'told' and stormed out. Merlin looked at the time and found he had plenty of time left to meander about. He stood up, walked to a trash can, and tossed whatever inedible object that were left on his tray away. He then walked out of the cafeteria and took a nice walk. It had been forever since Merlin had been so relaxed. He let out a long sigh of relief. He hasn't really had anytime to relax lately. Nobody to blame but himself, he has spent many of his waking hours practicing and studying to enhance his abilities even farther. Combat isn't something that comes naturally to him, and he has to spend a lot of time theorizing, practicing, and implementing it.

Merlin continued to live in his own head as he walk the grounds of Beacon. It wasn't until he heard the bell in the background, signalling the end of lunch, that he snapped out of it. He pulled out his scroll and searched for the name and location of his next class. "Grimm Studies, huh? Well, I hope there are live specimens for us to examine." He said with a hint of excitement in his voice. He then put his scroll away and zoomed off to his next class. He walked into the classroom and noticed that not everyone has arrived. This left quite a few open seats to choose from. Merlin gave off a small smile as he walked though the sea of desks. He decided to stop and sit at a desk that had two openings on both ends. He took off his cloak and laid it behind him. He then leaned back and waited for class to start.

[Assistant]
Greyson groaned a little seeing how he just asked Pricilla out of the blue right after she got upset. Damn It! Greyson was a little angry not knowing that it was that easy to do it! Greyson took a breath and finished his food calming down slightly so the others wouldn't notice, right now Greyson needed to get to the next class which was grimm studies hoping against hope that Pricilla will be their with him without Robert but it was unlikely considering that their were only two classes to take for 4th period and Greyson didn't see any reason to go and be in the Armory class when his blade was badass all on its own.

When Greyson heard that Robert was going to grimm studies though his hope fell right down the toilet. Greyson sighed a little and put on a smile "well guys I think we should be heading to class, by the way Robert I got grimm studies to so why don't we head their?" Greyson said hoping he will get Robert away from Pricilla at least for a little bit by trying to get him away from Pricilla, Greyson felt like he loved Pricilla but Damn it if Greyson wasn't a coward when it came to women. He could take on that giant bull with a laugh and a smile but when it came to women he froze in his tracks, damn that was sad...

[User]
"No problem. That is quite a youth." Marcus commented as he grabbed a sandwich off his plate. He nodded towards the others.

"Excuse me, I need to take a different route to class." he apologised and left in a different direction.

Armory class was situated next to the large general purpose shooting range. This had a few benefits that ranged from a good view outside to a place to try out new creations somewhat safely. Most importantly for Marcus the classroom had a large hangar door that lead to said shooting range. The normally ferocious roar of Unsubtle's engine was reduced to a deeper, throaty growl as he slowly guided it across the grounds. Marcus stood upright in the turret, poking his head out of the top hatch as he rode. The doors were technically large enough to fit through but on either side there would be barely a hand's width to spare.

Only once he was parked inside and no longer threatening to run over important things like walls or other students did he take a good look around. He was at one end of a massive room, with a set of workbenches between Unsubtle and the classroom proper. At the classroom end he could spot Oswald, Geni, and several others. Notable surprises were Shiro and some new girl with a rather interesting choice of clothes. He busied himself with clambering out before his stare could be interpreted as rude. Taking the seat next to Shiro that was not yet occupied he nodded towards the faunus.

"G'day. Interesting weapon set, they combine?" he said by way of opening. Slots in the shield appeared a match for several bumps in the non bladed edge of the sword, however Marcus would need to get a look at the internals to figure out the exact mechanism.

[Assistant]
Mokuren waltzed into the Armory class, quite literally. She liked dancing, almost as much as she liked stalking her prey before devouring them entirely. This class, while nothing to her usually, was where Geni was learning how to stave off death for another day. Mokuren didn't need to learn about armory, she had Sarasagi and it was a perfect weapon, for slicing up irritating people who was so stupid and pampered.

She entered the room, spotted her target, and stalked up to him with as much feline grace as a Fox could muster. She swished her tail a bit after she arrived, and stared at him. Her tail was so adorable that it would distract anyone who cared to stare deep into it's furry beauty for any longer than a moment. Brandishing Sarasagi very obviously, she spoke.
"Good morning Geni. How are you?" She asked, like a fox asked a chicken before the chase began.


[System]
Gender: M

Age: 26

Career/Class:Soldier / Ex-Soldier

Weapons:
* Basket Hilted Broadsword
* Imperial Dagger
* Norscan round Shield (Took from his first felled enemy)
* Aged Pistol

Physical Description Cyrdic is tall and lean, but solidly built, standing an inch over 6 feet in height. His eyes are reminiscent of shaped wrought iron. His face is ruddy and echoes a youthful appearance, though battles and training had roughed him into the look of a mature soldier. He has quite the rugged quality about him. Two scars mar his face. One parallel to the bottom of his left eye, and another scraping across his right jawline. His legs are long and his his facial hair is only a coarse, 5'oclock shadow thanks to his knife. He's clad in fine and tough leather over a chainmail hauberk, with sturdy traveling shoes and a worn belt.

Mental Description/Personality: Cyrdic isn't a fool. He spent a year apprenticed to a Quartermaster (as punishment for recklessness) and learned how to read and write (to a degree). The best way to describe him would be a hardened, rough soldier at the brink of his youth. He'll use what he can in his disposal to win, though half the time it turns out he'll need to fuck someone up anyway. His fierce independence and rough nature can only be matched by his determination to survive. He's not tactically intelligent, but he has a sense of how battlefields shift and can command smaller troops with his powerful voice. He tends to have a take-no-shit (unless it's from a superior officer) lookout on life. He's amiable to certain people however, and will have a dry wit around those he enjoys (or to people he wishes he could be more honest with). While fighting and killing and marching has been his entire life, he's not particularly fond of being thrust into impossible situations and doesn't lack a healthy sense of self preservation. He's gotten quite tired of working for corrupt officers. He's a devout Sigmarite thanks to his upbringing, and has a hammer chained necklace upon his breast to signify this.

[User]
Cyrdic stepped over the last gnarled root of the forest, and found himself out of the Ostland treeline and within the crags of the Middle Mountains. The peaks loomed above him, and the boulders and lesser mounts that jutted out of the earth stood like watchful sentinels in the afternoon sun. He decided he should enjoy its warmth while it lasted. The clouds rolling in from the east threatened a storm.

The rugged youth turned around and held out a hand to help up his new companion, lifting her up easily if she took his offer. He was still unsure of his company. He'd never traveled, or barely even spoken to a beautiful courtesan before. He'd met this one once or twice in the courts of Wurzen. Despite his initial mistrust of her, he honestly didn't think she had anything to do with the count's death, just as he didn't. He was old fashioned, but even he wasn't going to shirk an adventure partner who knew how to duel simply because she was a woman. And how could he leave her behind to die?

They'd been lucky not to run into more than three Forest Goblins eating their dinner. Dispatching them quickly, the past two days had been quietly sneaking through the forest with the utmost care to keep away from roving herds of Beastman, and giant spiders.

"With luck, we'll get through the mountain passes in a day or two and end up on the Talabec," he breathed.

[Assistant]
Camilla blew out an irritable breath, blowing a stray lock of her raven hair clear of her face as she grabbed the young Seargent arm and clambered from the treeline into the pale afternoon sun. Her feet hurt abominably, twigs and bits of branches from the forest were tangled in her hair and she didn't even want to think about what she smelled like. Cydric himself smelled like a cross between an iron works and an slaughter house, the aftermath of the skirmish with goblins still fragrant.

A few days ago they had been at the court in Wurzen, living in relative luxury, she had been a 'companion' of the counts son Otto, an ornament to the court. Now Otto's was the Count and he was in no doubt about who had murdered his father. In her heart of hearts Camilla wondered if he had murdered the old man so he could inherit and was now going through the charade of being outraged. Such things were common in Tilea, but she didn't think it was the style here in the Empire.

"We... we can climb those?" she asked incredulously, turning her eyes up to the enormity of the mountains. White snow glistened on the tops of peaks which seemed to scrape the sky. She pulled her improvised cloak around her body. She had been forced to flee in clothing that... well it wouldn't have been suitable even in private for most people. She had supplied the lack with trousers, far too big, and a shirt which she kept belted around her waist with a strip of her previous silken garment. Both items were on loan from Cydric. Completing the ensemble was a horse blanket that they had found in a saddlebag, before they had been forced to abandon their horses to escape Otto's men. The heavy wollen material was fastened around her neck with a repurposed silver chain, another part of her oh so alluring outfit.

It was a genuine question, not a sarcastic rebuke, she had thought that Cydric was insane to suggest going through the forest on foot and had told him so in no uncertain, and not particularly flattering terms. None the less he had been correct, it had been nearly a day since they heard any sound of pursuit from the Ostlanders. A crude horn sounded somewhere far off, not an Imperial instrument, something cruder, perhaps more of the greenskins, or the animal mutants Otto had so frequently boasted of slaying. Camilla hoped that they hadn't traded one set of hunters for another.

"The..." she struggled for the word, "Weather, it does not look good," her accent made it sound more like 'Wee ther'. She cast a glance back at the forbidding forest. A second blast of the horn sounded and she couldn't tell if it was closer or further away. It didn't look like there would be much choice.

[User]
"No, Fraulien," he began, then questioned his choice of addressing her. Sigmar knew he wasn't used to speaking with higher class people, save for his military superior. "Er, your ladyship I mean. We'll not climb them. There should be a pass through the mountains going south. Once we get through it, Wolfenburg will be to our left and Middenland will be to our right, but there's a dark forest we'd need to cut our way through if we chose that route to Middenland."

Images of Goblins riding on Spiders the size of houses crossed through his mind, but he shook those dark thoughts away. No need to scare the lady. "So instead we'll go straight south. Board passage on the River Eiskalt by Wolfenburg, hit the Talabec and go east. We'll be much closer to Middenheim then. Or Marienburg for that matter..." Cyrdic trailed off, and ran a thumb over the fresh cut on his cheek, courtesy of one of the Goblins he killed.

He'd never been to Marienburg. Sigmar, he'd never been to most of the Empire, much less outside of it. Ostland, Ostermark, Nordland...where else? Damned if I take the effort to recall now. Get your ass moving, he scolded himself. Immediately his mind whirled back to the task at hand, his iron eyes steeled once more. The horn that blasted behind them only punctuated his point. "Follow me," he told Camilla, and hefted his pack and weapons as he moved forward ahead of her. The young Ex-sergeant had been worked like an Ox for most of his life, in his father's shop, and then as a soldier. Marching was one skill he could do.

The towering Mountains closed in around them as they waded into the passes deeper. At first Cyrdic felt at ease to be out of the forest, yet soon he found the lack of visibility beyond a slope of one of the peaks almost suffocating. The Thunder just above them was the nail in the coffin, and soon it began to rain, pounding down harder than a Brettonian cavalry charge. He pushed onward, his brown hair matting. To their left, small rocks began to skid, and then crumble to roll down the mountain. Nothing too dangerous, but it served as a warning they needed to find shelter, and soon.

[Assistant]
Camilla's eyes glazed over slightly at the sergeants description of the places that lay ahead of them. To here they sounded like a confusing melange of half known images and markings on old maps in Otto's bedchambers. Marienburg she did recognize though, the great entrepot was famous throughought the known world. There would be ships there that could carry them wherever the wished to go. Irrationally, and for no more reason than its familiarity, she settled Marienburg as their destination. There, they were going to Marienburg. For whatever reason that little bit of resolution made her feel better.

"Anyone that rescues me from a suspicious murder, drags me through the forest and splatters me with Golbin brains can call me Camilla," she ventured in the spirit of new found boldness, her full lips twitching into a mischievous smile.

For a long time they climbed into the mountains. The rain, a particular misery in the already cool weather, began to fall in a heavy deluge. In short order it became hard to move safely, though with her acrobat trained reflexes she managed the task better than the Imperial. After endless minutes of sodden misery, she nearly tripped in a shallow and unexpected trough in the stone. Her eyes followed the flow of water, expecting it to run down of one of the near vertical rock faces surrounding them. To her surprise it didn't.

"Cydric," she all but shouted over the thunder of the rain, her Tilean accent rendering the words as closer to Sit-Rick. When he turned his head she stretched out her arm and pointed her finger. Across the narrow defile water was gouting from under a slight overhang. Over the years it had warn a slight trough into the stone, it must be more noticeable when there wasn't an inch of water slouching over everything. Water shouldn't flow from UNDER a ledge. In her misery she was unsure of what she would find, but none the less trudged towards the ledge, it might at least provide some shelter if the torrent dislodged further rocks, Ranald For-fend.

Reaching the ledge ahead of the Imperial she stepped under, it was only a few feet wide and provided little cover from the wind driven rain. What she did find was an old masonry work. A cylinder of fitted stones serving as a down pipe, brining water down from above. She frowned, unable to determine the purpose of such a device. Gingerly she reached her hand forward to the moss surrounding the pipe and pulled it away. To her surprise there was a small void between the pipe and the stone of the cliff. Perhaps they could widen it to make an opening for the two of them?

She turned and pointed to Cydric, shouting above the near deafening drum of rain.

"It is a passage of some sort, the pipe must be draining something!" she screamed through cupped hands.