[System]
Profile : Student
Age:
14
Gender:
Male

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Basic Information
Appearance:
Despite his lax mannerisms and short, boyish stature of 4'10" and 78 lbs, Sigurd has a disproportionately intimidating presence due to his intense, unblinking gaze. He prefers to wear a grey hoodie with black sweats and plain sneakers, but puts on a dressy set of clothes--a white dress shirt, black vest, black pants, and polished dress shoes--whenever he goes out in public.
Personality:
- Silent
- Usually expressionless
- Self-confident
- Falls in love easily
- Stalker tendencies
- Honest
- Completely shameless
Backstory:
With his parents often coming home late due to work, Sigurd made up for his loneliness by making as many friends as possible in school. He lived a fairly normal life up until his powers began manifesting at about 8 years old. Having a high fever and nausea because of the sudden sharpness of his senses, he was left bedridden for a day. However, with his perception accelerated to a monstrous degree, it was stretched out for what felt like well over 2 months.

Even after Sigurd got used to his powers, the utter loneliness he experienced had a lasting effect on him, causing him to have panic attacks whenever he was alone and developing his stalker tendencies. Technology, something he had very little interest in before, was now a treasure trove of things to do and learn, and allowed him to constantly watch and listen to all of his friends--he didn't feel lonely anymore.

Seeing their son have panic attacks from being alone, Sigurd's parents had hesitated to call ATLAS. But, now, having shut himself inside his room, they hoped to bring him back out into the world. Sigurd only complied because they had told him that it was for his own good; he was happy to feel loved, and wanted to make up for worrying them.
Other Skills:
Photographic memory
Household chores(cooking, cleaning, etc.)
Can read books in under an hour
Good with numbers and technology

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[User]
Clyde Fisher

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The unconscious haze that had dominated Clyde's being for the past few hours slowly began to fade away. Eyelids remained heavy, however, and the soft repetitive breathing of other beings nearly lulled him back to darkness. It took monumental willpower to draw himself away from the comforting darkness, as he hesitantly opened his eyes - the light was soft, yet still annoying to Clyde's recently awoken vision. Clyde stammered around for several moments, gently maneuvering his hand across his body. It was near his breast pocket that he found them - the thick glasses that he needed in order to see anything with actual clarity. Sighing slightly, he gently put them on and the entire room became clear - a train car, with several other individuals sleeping soundly next to one another. A sudden surge of panic and fear overtook Clyde for several moments, until it faded away as realization flooded his mind.

He was on his way to school. His new school, the one for people who were special. The ones that had talent. He was drugged in order to provide secrecy while he was loaded onto the train. The disgusting liquid that he drank nearly caused bile to erupt from his throat, but his mind went blank as he fell to the ground. Next thing he knew, he was on this train. Everything seemed like how you would expect a bullet train to look like, except for certain features - the seats were significantly softer, and the train itself seemed far sturdier than usual.

Gazing around for an extended period of time revealed another conscious person, a short male student sitting across from Clyde, near the corner of the car. He must have awakened a significant period of time ago, as he was poking and staring at a female student just escaping from the clutches of unconsciousness. While Clyde was not a very good people person, he knew that physically touching someone you didn't know while they were unconscious was pretty rude, especially if they were a girl... Clyde simply chose to avert his gaze from the small boy and the long haired girl, turning his attention instead towards the source of a smell that began to permeate throughout the car... A woman was smoking. A woman, somewhere near his age, probably slightly older, was smoking a cigarette while on her way to school. Clyde coughed slightly when he realized this was the source of the smell, and pulled the collar of his coat tight against his mouth. He was used to the oppressive heat his choice of attire caused, and simple looked out the window to ignore the odor.

The windows were spaced equal distance from one another, seemed especially thick, and were all rectangular in shape. Clyde gazed strongly out of them, hoping to figure out where the train was headed based on the scenery. Several seconds passed until he realized that the vast expanse of blue was water rather than the sky, this fact being revealed when they passed a small school of fish. Paranoia briefly returned, Clyde feared he was going to drown in some train car, until he saw the glass tube that encased them. Where the hell were they going that they needed to take an underwater train system to get there? Then again, what could he do about it? Get off the extremely fast moving tube of metal and be stranded in a glass cylinder under the ocean? As his heart rate slowly returned to it's usual beat, he noticed the connecting cars to the one that the group was currently in; noise and conversations could be heard from the surrounding cars, and it appeared as though they were awake before he was. Speaking of which, Clyde wasn't even aware of the time. He must have been asleep for hours, and the last time he checked was on his smartpho-

A pang of anxiety awoke withing Clyde, and his hand swiftly shot down to one of the pockets on his suit pants - there, he felt the ever warm and calming metallic felling of his smartphone, and he immediately relaxed. For a second, he thought someone had looted him of his phone while he was unconscious, but the device was radiating heat in his hand as it had always done. Thinking of it briefly, he realized how foolish it was to think it was stolen - every time it left his immediate presence, he felt blinding pain that surely would have awoken him had he been pick pocketed while asleep. Shaking his head at his moment of panic, Clyde quickly checked the time, to see that nearly eight hours have passed. Has he been unconscious for that long? Had the others been unconscious that long, or had they been asleep only an hour or two? Clyde was somewhat suspicious that he was drugged during the middle of the night, but now it made much more sense - he must have taken awhile to get to the train, and the people who drugged him wanted the train to leave on schedule. Having noticed the time that had passed since he had last eaten, Clyde quickly reaches down to the bag at his feet - the bag that contained all his necessary possessions that he had brought to the school with him. Among them, he found what he was looking for - a six pack of water bottles and several protein bars. Pulling them all out, he set them to his side when he realized several other people had begun to awaken.

The thought of trying to start a conversation passed his mind, but even though he felt more confident and happier the last few weeks than ever before, he still shook slightly at the thought of initiating a conversation. The one girl, who seemed to be staring at the members of the car that had already awakened, maybe she was simply searching for someone to talk to her. No, what if he didn't know what to say, or seemed weird. No, instead Clyde chose to do what his parents had told him; he smiled as best he could, held his snacks to his side so that others may ask for some, while also reaching into his bag and pulling out his favorite hat. Clyde did his best to appear as approachable as possible.

As he did so, in fear of staring at the others and appearing rude, Clyde instead chose to look outside the windows that were scattered throughout the train car. Fish swam without a care past the metallic tube, and several were mercilessly slaughtered by passing predators. Checking his smartphone, his suspicion was confirmed - there wasn't any service hundreds of feet underwater. Sighing slightly, he returned to his previous position of smiling awkwardly and trying to appear inviting, but soon grew restless. Sweating nervously, he wondered if he was actually safe here. For all he knew, some of these guys could probably kill him simply by thinking about it... Clyde shook his head slightly at this thought, letting the rational part of his brain take over. They were kids, like him, they were just more special than he was. They weren't going to kill anybody. Clyde pulled out his phone, and began to write in his diary, occasionally taking a bite of his protein bar or sipping from his water, all the while keeping the same strained smile on his face in order to look more approachable.

Day 1, Morning: Everyone seems tense, except for the short boy and the girl in the jacket. I am to. Some of them have already begun to talk, but I can't hear them over my music. Listening in on other people's conversations would be rude. The train is pretty interesting, and it was quite a shock when I first awoke to see that it was traveling underwater. Will continue entry upon making it to school.

With that, he slid his phone into his pocket, the wires of his earbuds snaking out like string. He planned to keep a journal of everything that happened here, on account of his less-than-stellar memory. He leaned back in his seat, finally abandoning the smile. It was to strained, no one would see it as genuine. Instead, Clyde adopted his usual, slightly frowning face, and sat still, awaiting for the train to arrive at his new home for the next few years.

[Assistant]
Samson Codec

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Samson grumbled as he began to awaken, extremely groggy. He rubbed his temple as his eyes slowly opened. His vision was extremely blurry, and he could hardly see an inch in front of him. He tried to get up, but accidentally bumped his head against the chair in front of him. He lurched back in his seat, his headache made five times worse.

"Son of a..."

The good news at least was that it woke him up, enough to remember that he wasn't in his bed, which was why he just hit his head against the seat in front of him. He rubbed the spot he bumped, as he looked around the... Train? They were in a train? The windows looked kind of Murky. But then he noticed the entire roof above them had an extremely long glass panel, which was also murky. But then he saw a giant frickin whale swim overhead! They were underwater!

Samson grunted as he stood up, and started stretching. He saw the other seats in the room had other people, roughly his age. Some of them sleeping, others in the same state as him, and a few privileged were up and walking around. Not that he knew anyone, he sat back down in his own seat. He noticed his black and red bag, located right next to his seat. Picking it up, he fished through it. Good, it still had his stuff: His phone, an MP3 player with Earbuds, and a deluxe Kitkat he bought before the trip. He took out his Kitkat, unwrapped it, and ate one of the wafers. He turned to the student sleeping next to him, still chewing, and broke off two of the wafers, and offered it to them. "Want some?" He asked.


[System]
Home World: Radient Garden/ Hollo Bastion
Age: 15
Description: Akira is a tall well build young man with brown hair reaching his jawline and peircing blue eyes. He is typically seen wearing ablack t-shirt and baggy grey pants, over his left arm is what appears to be armor.
Origin: Akira grew up here well away from many of the others and began playing around with computers. One day he went off alone to go play in the courtyard around town and came across a horde of Heartless attacking one of his few friends who he then saw turned into one. Without thinking Akira grabbed a stick from teh ground and began swinging at the Heartless only to be attacked and see that the creatures were unscathed. Just as one of the creature lunged at him he swung the stick and as he did it transformed into a Keyblade. Akira stood not knowing what it was he was holding and continued on fighting until he couldn't fight anymore. He looked at the Weapon he held and smiled while the weapon looked like a generic key he knew deep in his soul that there was soumething special about it. Using his friends memory as fuel for his rage he continued on until he stood alone in the courtyard. Now after learning all he could from the computer near the courtyard, he has since traveled to Traverse Town after his world being captured by darkness choosing to seek out the Heartless and get revenge for his fallen friend.

Abilities
[Self Trained] - While he may not be as refined and skilled as the others hes melee combat is sufficent enough to get him through most situations.
[Magic Inept] - Akira had to learn magic on his own making it harder for him to perform spells and taking longer for them to be cast.
[Vengefull Soul] - Akira uses his friends memory to continue even when he seems to be weakened to a point of losing. His friendship fuels him forward giving him a brief burst of strength and skill. But in return severely exhausts him.
[Computer Wiz} - Akira has always been gifted with computers, learning how to use them from a very young age and later learning much from the computers near where his friend had been turned into a Heartless.
New Abilities/Skills:
Protection Through Destruction Style: When someone else is endangered at low Health you can focus your attention on them and their battle. Doing so allows you to focus on defeating your enemies without your own terrible pain as a distraction.
Questionnaire
What are you afraid of?
"Losing any more friends."
What do you want out of life?
"Revenge for all those who have fallen at the hands of Darkness"
What's most important to you?
"Friends, Family, Preserving all life tied to Light."

You travel the road just before dusk. The journey may seem difficult but you will ksoon learn the truth.

[User]
Fion didn't quite expect to freeze in place and have everything go into blackness it felt somewhat lonely but not like he failed as if it's just a test to see what he can do suddenly he began to feel like he was falling then a voice...

Wake up. It was a soundless voice, speaking to his heart.

This is the heart station. Underneath you is an illustration of your heart. It showed Fion sitting at the top of Twilight Town's tower. The familiar dusk covered the sky.

Before you are three forms of the Heart. The strength of your heart can manifest into these forms. However, your Heart is unique. You lack true light where another lacks true darkness.

Will you manifest it with the warrior's power. You can make any foe bow to you but your allies must also bow.

Perhaps the Mystic's wit. You are a clever boy, if you can convince your enemy to back down you don't need your allies to fight at all.

Hmm maybe the Gaurdian's endurance. Protected by the strength of your heart nothing can get close to you, friend or foe.

You'll need to choose one to give up, and another to embrace. Take your time, there's no need to rush in this place.

Fion then was curious what this would mean really does it mean how his strength will grow or is it more a question of opinion beacuse he gave what in his opinion would be good decision having a good magic ability would help augment and weak defences he may have.

[Assistant] Asha looked down at the glass. Could these Crystals be Vanille and Fang from the stories that she has heard? The two l'cie who stayed behind after the defeat of the fal'cie. They sacrificed to become crystal in order to save all of humanity on Cocoon and Gran pulse. Asha looked at the three pedestals. She is thinking to chose mystic and give up warrior. She is not much of a close combatant. Asha calls out " I embrace mystic and forsake warrior."

[User]
Markus did as the voice asked and woke up, but there was no one for the voice to belong to. There were three weapons, and as he approached them, a voice spoke aloud. He whirled around to look for the voice but found no one.

Apprehensive, he knew he must take up a weapon right now. He put his hand around the hilt of the sword, the obvious choice.

Choose two? And what had the voices said? Warrior, guardian, mystic? He didn't think of himself as any of these. Even if he had already chosen the sword.

So which to give up? Well, he reasoned, he had never needed a shield to deflect blows before. He could parry with his sword, or dance out of the way. He pushed the shield gently away, and turned to grab the rod. He didn't know what to do with it, and began looking around for the voice.

"Hello?"

[Assistant]
Akira stood looking at the three items in front of him. The voice told him to pick one Destruction represented by a blood covered sword, Disaster represented by a rod shrouded in black mist, or Hardship represented by a shield covered in markings.
"I choose Destruction." he said aloud grabbing the sword. The voice had also told him to cast one away. Akira thought hard about his skills and what he may or may not be capable of. "And I cast away Disaster!" he said pushing over the rod...


[System]
Age: 28

Gender: Male

Mask Abilities: The power of illusions, making those the wearer targets see, hear, smell, taste, or feel whatever they pleases. The mask seems to awaken the more negative aspects of his personality, and give it new life. Neither his physical condition nor appearance seems to have changed, and he need only have the mask in his possession for it to work.

Personality: Working as a photography teacher, he is often seen as the first person to go to for good, non-prejudiced advice. Still, he is a worrier of a man who often tries to hide his feeling of anxiety and doubt with humour and friendliness, and avoids thinking too deeply of his own personal problems by working on his photography and writing. This man seems thoughtful, compassionate, forgiving…and a darker side to him loathes how pitifully he feels himself to be, and mores so loathes the pity of others. Deep down, he knows himself a coward, and doesn't want to burden others, but is ultimately afraid of being abandoned. Even deeper down, since he first touched the mask, a tiny voice is telling him he doesn't even really need anyone in his world.

Quick Biography: Him and his young fraternal twin were both failed abortions, though unfortunately Isaiah was the only one coming out of it not quite healthy. Both being adopted by a doctor couple who took care of them for the longest time, both fully able to help him along in his youth with paraplegia and chronic pain. They wanted to treat both their new sons equally…which somehow ended up not having expectations of them at all. Twenty plus years later, somehow his healthy brother ends up being the irresponsible rehab dwelling drunk-druggie, leeching off of their adoptive parent's saved money…while Isaiah became a well-known enough photographer and artist, able to support himself.

Finally proposing to his long-time girlfriend, it was a photography student of his that revealed evidence of his fiancé's affair…with his brother. It sort of…broke the small confidence he had, as it seemed more and more like the world was rewarding his brother more for nothing, and that his wife to be was staying with him due to pity. Still, afraid of becoming alone by revealing what he knew, antagonising his own brother and fiancé with the truth…he decided to just pretend he didn't know of any of this, and marry her anyway.

Any sweetness from her was becoming more and more obvious pity, to him, long stretches of time becoming more…their honeymoon was spent acting happy about being newlywed, and the sights of Venice. It was his wife that bought him the Jester mask, joking about how it was 'fitting'. Fitting? How? Was she calling him a fool? A jester in medieval eras was mentally handicapped, not physically; she had to be calling him a fool for apparently not knowing about the affair. The mask in hand, he cast his first ever illusion on himself as he held it up to his face.

[User]
"I am Dite, Char baby you may know me as Aphrodite. This is my personal assisstant Kimiko." Dite motioned for Kimiko to step forward. "Since when do the masks that ruled the ancient world as gods allowed themselves to be removed?" Dite waved her hand as if wiping away the subject. "Let's go check the inside of this facility Kimiko. Let's hope the inside looks better than the outside, if not I am going to be extremely dissappointed." Kimiko recognized the tone in Dite's voice. It was extremely subtle, one would have to spend quite a lot of time with Dite to recognize the difference. Dite issued a threat.

Like always Kimiko went in first. When it was determined to be safe she called for Dite. Dite inspected the inside. "Much better than the outside, that isn't saying much." She looked for this waiting room. "Char baby where is this waiting room?"

[Assistant]
The waiting room that Penn spoke of wasn't much more than a slightly lit basement with very little furnishing. However, that all changed when Penn took out his phone and pressed a button.

For anyone in the waiting room underground, it didn't look like much. The walls and floors were clean, but there was only a single light that dimly lit up the room. When Penn pressed the button, the walls changed from their stone grey into bright white octagonal panels, with lights in the open spaces of the panels. Everything in the room suddenly became much better because of a single button. The room was now much brighter, and appeared much cleaner than before, and before the people in the waiting room could get settled into the change, the wall across from the stairwell that led to the waiting room began to disappear, panel by panel to show an elevator with it's doors open. Of course there were other ways to get into the facility, but Penn enjoyed having it done a certain way whenever new people came to the facility.

If they were to take the elevator down now, they's find that once they reached their destination, the facility would still be relatively quiet. It was still somewhat early in the morning, and only so many people would be awake. Despite this, the Facility would be as hi-tech and clean as usual. The white octagonal panels were all over the place, a rather odd design choice from Penn, but he stuck to it.

Pendleton stayed above ground, waiting patiently for the rest of the newcomers. They couldn't be far away, and he put his mask back on to take the form of the Reaper once more.

[User]
The girl with the gas mask had to refill the ATVs tank twice over the course of the night, and when she emptied the second - and last - reserve tank, a feeling of uncertainty snuck into her mood. Not knowing where to go was one thing, driving through the middle of a desolate landscape with preciously little water and food was another...and the lack of gas didn't make it any better. But she kept going. Not like she had much of a choice at this point, it didn't require a genius or a higher degree in math to understand that she couldn't return the way she came.

After hours and hours of driving through the desert, Charlotte finally reached the destination of her uncertain journey - a wooden shed came into view. The surprised 'Woah.' she let loose was certainly not because of the building, but rather directed at the person standing in front of it. Upon her arrival, she was still wearing the hooded jacket that shielded her from most of the nightly cold of the desert, together with fairly worn out pants and heavy boots. A bag full of basic belongings was strapped to the ATV. She stalled the motor and jumped off the vehicle without waiting for it to fully stop, roughly when the eerie figure in front of the building was close enough to hear her voice without excessive shouting. As the ATV slowly came to a halt, she produced a pistol from behind her back and carefully approached Pendleton, aiming down in front of her.

"Shit, I always thought the gates of hell would be more...opulent. The bouncer is just as I imagined, though.", she proclaimed jokingly half to herself, half to the grim reaper in front of her, waiting for what she presumed to be 'death' to react. Her mind racing to make sense of this scenery, trying to comprehend what this place was and why the mask directed her to this run-down house.

[Assistant]
As Bartholomew strolled silently along, the activity around the shack started to increase. People began falling out of the sky and spindly person on some kind of 4 wheeled motorcycle rushed through the desert a few hundred yards away from Bartholomew. Watching all this go by with a blank expression, he kept walking towards the shack, his feet making light tapping sounds on the dried out lakebed that was the desert. Soon, after an hour of further walking (things in the desert are further then they appear), the shack was mere yards away, however he found that he was approaching it from behind. Before he started wrapping around the dilapidated structure, the four wheeled vehicle he spotted in the distance prior to his arrival coasted past him at a slow pace before slowing to a halt; soon he heard the semi-distant sound of a woman.

Leaning his head around the corner of the structure, him and all the other long dead souls in the mask to a combined shit. Death, the creature that they thought they were safe from in the mask was only a few yards away.

'HIDE THE MASK!' yelled the combined trapped souls and quickly, without a comment Bartholomew did so, clearly petrified by the presence of death. Slipping the mask back into his bag Bart felt Bartholomew slip away from him and relinquish command, however he still felt some of bart inside him, like residue at the bottom of a coffee pot; he felt this way because the mask less features of Bartholomew were still on his face, the wide black beady eyes and the smoothed black hair, but slowly strand by strand his hair turned blonde again and muscle by muscle, his irises reappeared and his eyes shrunk.

[User]
Reaper's cloak flapped in the dry yet gentle wind. He observed the woman with the gas mask as she approached, and could feel the presence of several trapped souls. Being the Grim Reaper, he had extra senses like that. Suddenly, the trapped souls disappeared from his radar, He could no longer feel their presence, but just one soul taking their place.

He didn't move at the sight of her firearm. The bullets wouldn't pass through him, but they would hardly be an effective tool to slay him. He was the Reaper, a god in his own right that took souls away from the land of the living.

"Your mask." He spoke suddenly to the woman, his free hand pointing at her face. "Does it change you? Bind you with another? Are you more than you were without it?" While sandstorms were somewhat common, there hadn't been one in the area in quite some time, and the mask could have just been an accessory. She could have just wandered to the shack. They were all possible. "Remove your mask." He told her. Penn wanted for it to sounds like a request than an order, but the Reaper is hardly ever wavering.

He then pointed with his scythe in the direction of the other being near him, the one that used to be the collective form of several souls. "Your mask is unique." he spoke as powerfully as ever. "Go inside, more will be explained shortly."

[Assistant]
"Come on... Now you choose to be silent? Just a few months ago I couldn't get you to s-" Nina cut off her sentence when there was a knock at the door. The woman's blue eyes shifted to the slightly familiar figure who peered in. So that was the Pendleton Howl it had mentioned, one of the few details that had been explained to her. He was quite right though, her memory wasn't completely back on the matter, she only remembered getting here, meeting the man standing in the doorway, and the fact that their were more people in her situation down here.

Just as quick as he arrived he disappeared back into the hall, the door closing with a soft click. Nina blinked, turning back to look at the mask sitting atop the bed on the other side of the room. "If you really want to know more then asking him would be your best shot." the mask chuckled. Yes, the mask can speak but only its wearer, Nina, could hear it. This little fact had given her quite a fright the first few times it decided to speak to her. The mask was completely conscious and had a very demanding grip on her, what it wanted it got and she had no way to say no. "Why don't you explain instead, he seems busy enough..." Nina questioned aloud. It's response was expected, completely common to the mask. "You really think I paid that much attention? Silly girl you should know better." it laughed, mocking her. Right, the mask often had a short attention span... It was truly insane.

Nina groaned before snatching the silver object off the bed. She was going to explore and maybe try to find Pendleton again, she wanted to know exactly what this place was. The brunette quietly opened her door and slipped out, only to freeze at what she saw. This place looked like something from a movie. A shocked gasp left her lips, slowly making her way down the hall towards what looked to be some sort of common area. Maybe someone would be able to help her in her confusion.

[User] Kimiko and Dite took up residence on a couch in some kind of common area, Dite put her arm around Kimiko. "I take you the most interesting places don't I?" Kimiko was being flooded with Dite's pheromones, she was extremely aroused. All she could manage was a moan. Dite whispered one word into Kimiko's ear, Kimiko began to writhe in pleasure. Dite just giggled and then kissed Kimiko on the cheek. "No longer nervous are we?" Kimiko nodded affirmative. "We need to be here, not sure why yet. Hope to see more of the ancient Greek deity masks around. Especially the one that became Ares. Did I ever tell you about Ares, Zeus forced us to play the role of brother and sister but he was an incredible lover. Last I heard he was heading to Japan. Shortly after that I left and encountered the Norse people, I came to be known as Freya then. Haven't heard from Ares since or the rest of my fellow deities." Dite rested her head on Kimiko's shoulders.

[Assistant]
Surprisingly, with nothing but a feeling, he found the building. Well, to be more precise, it was a dilapidated shack in the middle of nowhere. With his mask in his lap and his willing of it, the illusion had fallen into place, making his presence virtually imperceptible. Couldn't be sooner, as the building didn't seem to have a ramp for him to try and roll up through the entrance. Looking around the general area and spotting a few planks leaning against the side of the shack, he leant over to noisily knock them over, though the general illusion of imperceptibility would have...well, nobody would notice, even while walking on or crossing over it. Not till the illusion was put to rest, or at least till he separated from the mask. With a little bit more nudging here and there it seemed to become a decent enough ramp for him to make use of.

Finally wheeling himself up and into the shack, he looked up and had a creeping feeling...looking around, just before the doorway, he took sight of a real photographic moment. A large woodland spider in a very thick web, eating a trapped moth. Adjusting his camera, holding it steady, he finally took his pictures before actually going into the building. Mask in lap, camera in hand, looking over the picture briefly...Isaiah finally noticed the--"WOAH, okay!?" Looking up at what could only be the visage of death, for what must have been minutes, the paraplegic tried to remember when exactly he could have recently died.

No, he couldn't be dead, right? Isaiah doubted he could use a camera is he were a ghost, or even still be wheelchair bound, for that matter. Laughing nervously, trying desperately to trust the strange power of the mask, hoping this reaper false..."...gods...!" Was the only thing he could mutter to himself in the moments after.


[System]
Age: 19

Gender: Female

Appearance: Onyx has black hair and green cat eyes. The skin of her entire body is covered in short, soft cheetah-patterned fur, except her wings and face. She is missing her left ear and has a scar on her left cheek from a fight she was in a while back. Her wings are like the wings of a brown hawk, and her wingspan is twice her arm span. She usually wears a shawl so that her wings are hidden unless she is flying.

Equipment: 3 or 4 small knives (and other tools), a pair of restored Twin Pistols, and a basic med-pack.

Physical Abilities: Flight, 6th sence(hunting/tracking), Speed & Agility, Stealth.

Background: Onyx's species, the Elissics, live in the mountains and old cities found there. They could be categorized as a frightening predator and enemy to all creatures, as they have barely any ability to distinguish one race of creature from another from the air, and there's barely any escape once they swoop down on their prey. They are not a particularly smart race, they can't understand old human language and can just barely manage to put back together the few relics they find from humans. They can only make crude weaponry, and are fairly simple with the other things they make as well. Their society is broken up into many nomadic tribes across the region, each having their own unique color of wings, and they have no unified head of power, so they will often fight with each other when the different tribes meet.

Onyx herself is a bit different from the others in her tribe… she likes to be alone, rather than hunting in a group, and will keep trying towards her goal until she figures out how to get there. Instead of trying to fly over the tallest mountain and tiring herself out, possibly even getting sick, she'll look for the shortest path around. She's better with strategy and quick moves than drawn-out fights and trying to compensate for a group. Because of this, she is sort of left out of everything, and she doesn't care because she doesn't want to have to feel like she can't say what's on her mind. She is often given solo missions that really don't make much difference around the tribe, and whenever she's not on a mission will fly in random patterns around the mountains, usually ending up at a large lake (or small sea) where she likes to fish using an old net she had found nearby the first time she had gone there. Onyx, just like the rest of the Elissics, doesn't worry much about the state of the world or how it got that way. They all live completely in the moment.

[User]
As Onyx stood at the top of the ridge, she calmed herself down by watching the few clouds in the sky float by on the wind. When Tarentek made it to the top of the ridge, she was going to say that she didn't care anymore, but he spoke before she could. Afraid of heights? But... Onyx looked at him for a moment, trying to think what he meant, and what she should say next. He compared it to my fear of water... Oh!

"I-I had no idea, I thought you had meant..." Onyx forced herself to look him in the eye. "I'm sorry. I misunderstood you." She bowed to him slightly, not getting up until he spoke again.

[Assistant]
"It's quite alright." Tarentek answered. Her embarrassment was a bit amusing, but it did make sure not to laugh. "Seeing a vast expanse of nothing, or...well, everything beneath me is more frightening than you could imagine. My people aren't made to fly like yours are. Though, if I am going to be heading out with an escort sometime in the next week, I might be forced to overcome it. I doubt they will be wanting to walk when they could fly me there in a fraction of the time."

Tarentek gave a chuckle. "Maybe we should help each other out? You take me out into the sky to help me get over my fear of heights, and I take you out to the sea to help you get over your fear of water."

[User] Onyx blanched at the mention of him trying to help her over her fear of water. She actually took a few steps away from him before she could stop herself, and she struggled for a while to make her response. "I- That-that..." She took a deep breath and said her thoughts as she let it out. "That is not possible for me. Not only would I probably be pushed to the point of fear that I might actually kill you, I might die too."

[Assistant]
"See, that is why you need to try and see if you can get over it. If you ever fall into the water, you will end up panicking. If no one is there to help you, then you'll drown. I wouldn't want you to get hurt over something preventable...or, well, I wouldn't want you to get hurt over anything, but especially not something preventable." Tarentek said, shrugging his shoulders as he stepped forward alongside her and waited for her to lead the way.

"Besides, I would be letting you torture me in the sky for most of the day, so it's not like it would be a one-sided event. That sea where you found me would actually be perfect for getting used to it. With how salty it is, I imagine you would be hard pressed to actually sink. Salt helps you float. You would be in no more danger swimming with me as I would be flying with you. I trust you in the sky, and I trust you could really help me with my problem. Do you trust me in the water?" He asked, his voice carrying a friendly tone.

[User]
He sounded friendly as he spoke, and even as Onyx heard the reasoning in his words, she was detached, lost in a fragment of a memory. I don't trust anyone, even myself, in the water. I don't know if that will ever change. As Onyx thought, she slowly realized that Tarentek was waiting for her to lead the way. Before she moved though, she spoke the only truth she knew at the moment, being careful of her wording. "I feel that I should be able to trust you. I saved you once, why would you allow me to come to danger?" As she spoke the words, she found that she was trying to convince herself even more than she had been trying to convince Tarentek.

Forcing the last traces of the memory and fear from her mind, Onyx started walking towards the building where she would receive her tasks for that day.

[Assistant]
The topic was obviously something that made Onyx nervous, but Tarentek maintained his calm composure as he walked alongside her. "Onyx, this isn't something I would force you to do, but I think it is something you would be glad you did in the long run. Not only would it have the practical effect of removing the danger of being near water, but it would let you conquer one of your own weaknesses. Imagine if you never had to fear the water again; that you could go fishing without the worry in the back of your mind of what could happen if you slipped at the wrong moment."

As the pair walked up to the building where Onyx would receive her tasks, Tarentek stopped a moment and lightly placed a hand on her shoulder. "It's your choice, Onyx, and whatever you choose, know that I only want to help."

[User] Onyx shook off Tarentek's hand. She wanted nothing more than to get away from this topic forever, although that didn't seem very likely. "I think it's simply a bridge I will have to cross when I get there. Do you want to come in with me, or wait there again?" She asked a little more quickly than she should have. Onyx softly cursed herself for her cowardice under her breath, and then an idea came to her, a stupid, reckless idea that she regretted the second she said it. "I promise, I will try at least once."

[Assistant]
Tarentek gave a genuine smile as he nodded to Onyx. "Thank you, and I promise I will keep you safe." He had given swimming lessons before, mostly to recruits who had never swam before, so he was certain she would come to no harm. Some of those recruits had been afraid of water as well, though not for the same reason as Onyx. In any case, since she had at least agreed to try, there was a chance she could recover.

Taking a few steps forward, Tarentek turned his head and looked back to Onyx. "And sure, I'll go in with you. What kind of tasks do you usually get, anyway? Is it always deliveries, or do you think we will be doing anything else? He asked.

[User]
Onyx nervously returned Tarentek's smile before answering him. "Well, there's no way to find out unless we go in." She walked into the building then, motioning for Tarentek to follow. It was a large building, at least from the outside. Inside, there were piles of packages, building materials, and barrels of sand in the main hallway, while the rooms that branched off of it were only slightly better.

"Each room is where people from the different groups would go to receive their duties. As I am yet to come of age, but I am no longer a child, I go to this room." Onyx said as she stopped next to the door to a room halfway down the hallway. Not hesitating a moment, she opened the door and neatly shoved Tarentek in ahead of her, greeting the Elissic in the room as she did so.

"Hello, Harp'la! I brought someone with me today, he'll be tagging along with me." Onyx spoke loudly, purposefully spooking the Elissic so as to keep her from reacting to the surprise of seeing Tarentek. Her trick worked. As Harp'la turned to return Onyx's greeting, her eyes simply registered her added surprise by widening, rather than her doing something that would have made one of the other Elissics worry about her, like screaming.

"Herald of Heillias! Onyx, what- why? Why is a..." Harp'la stumbled on her words for a moment before she was able to speak clearly again. "Why do you have an outsider with you?" She stepped towards Onyx, but was looking right at Tarentek. "What do you mean he'll be 'tagging along' with you? Is this the outsider that was in your father's report two nights ago?"

[Assistant]
Tarentek did not expect to be suddenly shoved into the room, but he managed to avoid making any loud noises before Onyx managed to speak up. He largely ignored the general surprise of the woman once she saw him. By this point, he was used to seeing that kind of reaction, so he simply reacted calmly and politely.

"Indeed I am. I am still recovering from my injuries, and I find that the exercise of walking around can be beneficial. As well, I would like to help out in whatever capacity I can while I am here. I do not like to accept a kindness without offering one in return. My name is Tarentek, a pleasure to meet you." Tarentek explained, keeping a proper, cordial tone.

[User]
Onyx sighed. Not everyone could be as kind as a merchant, and Harp'la was a fine example. "Yes Harp'la, this is weird for you. No need to get overly excited, yet." Onyx walked up to Harp'la and whispered in her ear for a moment, and showed her the new white mark on her palm. Harp'la's eyes widened, at first with confusion and then with surprise. Before Onyx could stop her Harp'la had her in an embrace, not like the symbol of a promise Onyx had done with Tarentek, but more as one between friends.

"Congratulations Onyx! Or should I call you Bri'nx now?" Harp'la spoke, laughter in her eyes. Onyx slowly shook her head and was about to speak when Harp'la asked a more serious question. "Who else have you told dear?"

Onyx stepped out of the embrace, and smiled at Harp'la. "You are the third Elissic to know. The first was a spirit of Olias, who told me, and I was the second to know." Onyx laughed a little. "I intend to tell my father some time today, possibly during my errands if they bring me close enough to him." A slight pause, and Onyx continued. "Which, I still need to receive my errands. That is mostly why I am here, Harp'la."

As Onyx had thought, the good news of her hearing that Onyx had found her path had completely changed Harp'la's demeanor. She no longer looked at Tarentek with anger or mistrust, only happiness. Now, because her first meeting with him is acquainted with a happy memory, she shouldn't ever be so towards him ever again. Harp'la snapped out of her stunned daze and rushed to a pile of packages in the back corner of the room. She took a few that were about the same size and handed them to Tarentek, going back to get a similar group and handing those to Onyx.

"Well, you got here at just the right time. Those are rations to be given to the scouting groups getting ready to leave at the top of the east mountain. Each Scout and Sentry gets one package, if there are any left just bring them back here, and if there are not enough tell the extras to wait for their own orders." Harp'la explained with laughter in her eyes.

Onyx answered her with a smile and a slight bow. "Understood Harp'la. Goodbye for now." Harp'la said good bye as well, and then Onyx left, motioning for Tarentek to follow her out of the building.

[Assistant]
Tarentek held the packages he was given close under his arm. He did not know what they contained, though he doubted they could be too important if Harp'la was willing to entrust them to an outsider, even while in the presence of Onyx. Even so, he would make sure to take care of them just the same. After Onyx started speaking to Harp'la, Tarentek stood by silently while they conversed. After yesterday, he had to remind himself that not all of the Elissics were as friendly as the merchants, or young adults. Most likely, he would be spending a lot of time silently listening as others spoke.

Tarentek mimicked Onyx's farewells as they left, then followed her out the building. Since he hadn't the faintest idea of where to go, he simply made conversation as he followed Onyx. "She seemed...well, she didn't yell at me, so she couldn't have disliked me too much." He said with a laugh. "So, I gather you told her about your experience last night? Will you be getting a new name or something, or will I always be able to call you Onyx?"


[System]
Age: 15

Gender: Male

Class: Dark Cleric

Appearance: Rian's height (5'2/1.58m) and weight (110lb./49kg) don't do much to help his feminine looks, given he's rather petite in stature. Still, though Rian's features are soft, his mannerisms tell a similar yet different story; there is plenty of steel holding up the pretty exterior.

History: Suffice to say, but Rian's life prior to attending AcadeMMO was fairly mundane. They were fortunate enough to live in an area free of most ExBeast attacks and thus knew peace and simplicity in their lives. He was an only child, and began to exhibit signs of potential rather early on. Given that the school did not accept applicants until they were 14, it was up to his two parents to figure out how to deal with their gifted child.

Thankfully his powers were fairly tame, and a bit of research revealed he would likely be classified as a Cleric. To that, a collective sigh of relief was breathed for the Li household. While fascinated by his powers, Rian didn't really want to burn their house down or hurt anyone, being the rather well-behaved child he was. He also loved his parents, and took what they had told him rather seriously given they were treating him not just as a child, but as someone who'd one day hold a great deal of responsibility.

And eventually he was taken in by AcadeMMO on his 14th birthday. Things sort of went downhill from here though he endured it without complaint. Given his appearance and Class, it was sort of inevitable that bullies would naturally home onto Rian. Rather than give them any satisfaction though, he simply poured himself into his studies and training; intent on proving himself with actual results rather than empty words and actions.

And so he did. While he didn't gain too much popularity with the other students during Special Assignments, he was practically loved by the more conventional military forces. With his abilities debilitating ExBeasts, their previously useless weaponry were back in use and capable of felling the monsters. Of course there were some that disliked the fact that they needed a Magi to do something, but many more simply liked being able to contribute to the battle once more.

Thus the first year at AcadeMMO has passed, and Rian currently sits at a probationary D-Rank. He needs a few more Special Assignments to actually achieve the ranking, and he looks forward to them.

Statistics:
Level - 1
* HP - 2 (20)
* MP - 12 (110)
* Attack - 0
* Magic - 30
* Speed - 22
* Accuracy - 15
* Defense - 0
* Evasion - 20
* Resistance - 0

Spells/Skills
Frailty [2] - 65m (Level X Magic), 6.5 min (Level X 0.1 Magic), Two Targets (Level) Non-Elemental
Visually a dark aura envelops the target(s), though it does not obscure the victim(s) from sight or any other means of detection. Decreases targeted stats by a total of 33 [0.5 X (Level X Magic)], divided by # of targets. Resistance, after reductions, is half effective against total stat decrease.
"Weakness revealed, vulnerabilities exposed, Frailty."
Rise Up [1]- 30m (Level X Magic), 6.5 min (Level X 0.2 Magic), One Target, Non-Elemental
Bathes a single target with green light. Recovers 16 HP (Level X 0.5 Magic) and grants a 11 (Level X 0.3 Magic) point buff to a targeted stat. Alternatively, the spell can heal for 25 HP (Level X 0.75 Magic) with no buff applied.
"Stand strong, fight on, Rise Up!"

[User]
"It's time for a showdown.", Joe smirked. Looking around he discerned two types of enemies. A sort of bush/plant type where one had needles and where one didn't and this smaller, quicker looking plant type. "I see three types. Including the summon we're with six, it's best if we split up in groups of three. Each one of us attacking a different type of enemy. Summon boy and his ex-beast would count as one team, leaving four of us.", he suggested. "It's best if I don't fight needles since I don't use a weapon and I'll get cut with every hit.", he got himself in position. All of them were kind of deceptive, sometimes he would lose track of them just to appear back in their vision when they moved slightly.

Looking at the first bush close to him that moved slightly he would just simply jump in the air and perform a downwards aerial attack. Attempting to hurt it with combos of powerful strikes before it even was able to get into a human form. Giving him the advantage of the first few strikes without the bush being able to do much about it.

[Assistant] As the forest around them sprung to life Hazel raised her sword. She heard Joe's plan, but she didn't pay it any heed "Who cares, these guys are pipsqueaks, let's just cut them up!" She charged straight for the creature covered in needles, sword raised. As she met it she began to slash quickly, hoping to whack the plant to pieces.

[User]
Soka saw as the surroundings began to move. Well, I guess we found out what was moving in the bushes earlier. Soka and a creature exchanged glances.

Soka: Hi....

Vine Blight: ...

The Vine Blight sent a vine like a whip toward Soka.

"Whoa!" Soka exclaimed, jumping to the right to avoid the vertical attack. The attack grazed his left shoulder. After getting his footing again, he stared in surprise at the nature-based creature.

"You don't seem too bad," Soka said aloud. "At least you're not a dinosaur."

Soka stayed in a ready position, waiting for any sign of another attack so that he could evade it again.

....

Soka thought the Vine Blight was about to make a move again, when suddenly a burning pain splashed against his back. Turning, he saw three more of the monsters baring down on him. Two Vine Blights and a Needle Blight.

His back burning in pain, Soka clenched a fist. The metal that was stored in his sword case oozed in liquid form toward Soka's hand.

"You really shouldn't have done that."

[Assistant]
"Nice to meet you, Haruka-chan."

She was greeted with a friendly nod of the head after she had finished. Ryouta looked at the board contemplatively foR a moment, he seemed deep in thought then after a awhile he turned back to the group.

"Give me a minute to get my equipment."

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It was a brisk walk from the assignments area to the armory, placed conveniently for students who were in a hurry to participate in missions. When Ryouta returned he was in a new outfit, one that was ready for combat. He wore a bullet proof vest of dull-grey and matching trousers softly glowing neon blue stripes that interlocked at the sides, imbedded with mana circuits - these were made for the spell using population of the academy. He also wore a visor that displayed holographic Imagery in front of his right eye, alongside a matching glove on his right hand, pressumably his sword wielding hand. His sword still sat by his hip as usual, it's elegance a stark contrast to the rest of his appearance.

Making his way to the Launch pad where Haruka was waiting, he tapped the screen of his watch, it seems he has found more and more uses foR it these days. A file titled "Rooster's Crow .mp3" appeared and he began downloading it immediately.

Now all they had to do was wait foR everyone to gather and he (or someone) would input the coordinates into the console.

[User]
Joe vs Twig BlightAs the Striker came down on the transforming Exbeast, its shrubby body had half warped into a humanoid form. His first attack came down hard, slamming it to the earth with a crackle; its body, though changed by magic, still held the natural properties of wood. Like a stick cracked across one's knee, Joe's attack had broken pieces of its body. However, the creature's skinny form and small size made it much faster and more agile than its attacker, and with a howl like wind whistling through trees it clawed at the ground to scramble away from his combo. When its legs had fully formed it jumped to its feet, and now at full speed darted back at Joe. Its claws raked across his chest, though with his own reactions it was only a glancing blow that failed to draw blood. The Exbeast kept up the attack, once more trying to claw him with sharpened woody fingers...

Hazel vs Needle BlightAgainst Hazel's sheer speed and power the Needle Blight was caught off guard, and though it raised its thorny forearms to try and block, her sword came down with a sharp crack. The creature squealed as its arms dropped to the forest floor like so much firewood; whereas Joe's attack was blunt in nature, Hazel's was a cutting force, and thus more effective against these plant like creatures.

[Discovery: Blights suffer extra damage from cutting attacks!]

Falling backwards, the Needle Blight scrambled backwards while shrieking at its comrades, no doubt searching for help. In addition, it raised the stumps of its arms and fired a hail of softly glowing needles at Hazel, the projectiles moving equally as fast as she had before...

[Needle Blight used Needle Spray!]

Soka vs 2 Vine Blights and Needle BlightOne of the Vine Blights simply lashed out like twin whips with its arms, attempting to strike Soka's arms and legs. The other, gurgling some odd sound that might have passed for a language, sent its lower body's tendrils into the ground. A few moments later, new vines pulsing with a green magic, erupted from the earth beneath Soka's feet and began to wrap around his legs. Try as he might, he couldn't pull free!

[Vine Blight used Entangle! Soka's Speed drops by 10!]

The Needle Blight raised both hands with a laugh that sounded like a dead tree limb cracking under a strong wind. Its arms were just beginning to glow when Hayato darted in from the side, mimicking Hazel with both arms brought far back, as if he were swinging a baseball bat instead of a sword. Just as the Needle Blight noticed him, he planted one foot and torqued his hips for all the power he could muster. At the same time his sword flashed black and blue.

"Flash Blade!"

The Needle Blight tried to step back, but in an arc of light one leg was severed entirely from its body, the limb flying end over end before collapsing to the ground, spurting some kind of sap.

"They cut easy! If you have any magic or Skills that do that, go for it!" Hayato shouted, moving in on the downed enemy...

[Assistant]
"Really? They cut easy? Oh god damn it.". Joe complained comically. It was logical though, it wasn't his specialty and it was of the others. His opponent was fast so the way to win this one was to force it to trade blows with him. He awaited the next attack and stretched out his arms. Taking his next hit while grabbing his arm as he impacted. Forcing him to hopefully not be able to retract. If succeeded, he would use both hands so that the grip was stronger and it would be the twigs one hand versus two of his. After that was set up, he'd literally lay harsh low kicks attempting to sickly snap his legs and go for the kill if his opponent wasn't done already.

Perhaps later he could improvise with his environment and use one of those shot needles to put them between each of his fingers as a fist. Changing his attack to sharp without sacrificing skill of not knowing how to work with it.

[User] Hazel smirked with satisfaction. Of course her sword skills would show up the Striker. She started to move in for her next attack, but was caught off guard as the creature used it's now stumped arms as a weapon. The needles came with considerable speed. I can't let those hit me, I have no idea what they do! She dived to the right, rolling as she hit the ground. She raised her sword again, holding it at waist level as she charged the creature again. This time I won't let you live long enough to counter attack! When she reached it she swung her sword around, aiming for its 'neck'. This time she aimed to take its 'head' off.

[Assistant]
Soka began running, strafing to avoid the attacks of one of the Vine Blights. As he ran, his metal was forming into a thin blade, razor sharp at its edges.

After avoiding the vine attacks, Soka controlled his floating metal blade. "Metal!"

The metal blade, powered by magic and not strength, cut through the air at the vines that had just struck at the metal adept. Soka's aim was off however and the blade didn't connect.

"It's a lot harder with moving targets," he mumbled.

Soon though, he could feel a spell being cast and roots were wrapped around his legs. "Oi, let me go!" he said, trying to call his metal back to him. The Needle Blight had turned its attention to him and Soka was still stuck.

Not good, not good.

Thankfully his new ally came and intercepted the Needle attacker before it could hit him.

"Yo, thanks Hayato," he called out, while beginning to cut at the vines that had trapped him.


[System]
Age: 22
Gender: Female, but dresses and travels as a male
Race: Mura
Adrianna has dark straight hair with green eyes. Her complexion is a bit pale, largely unmarred with freckles or scars. Adrianna is very lean, but toned, and stands at 5 feet 7 inches tall. She binds her chest beneath a loose undershirt, though her chest is rather flat anyway. As she has cut her hair and dresses like a man, she looks much younger than she actually is. She does not have facial hair, and her voice sounds like she might not have hit puberty yet. She has no tattoos. If one looked closely, they might see that her ears are pierced, though it has been years since she wore anything in them.
Clothing:
Face:

Magic:
Healing- Adrianna can manipulate her own energy and the energy of others to heal. While her healing does not remove all scarring, it has saved lives before. Healing a lot wears her out, and she has traditional non-magic healing capabilities as well, which she uses more frequently than her magic.

Light Orb-Adrianna can create and control an orb of light to illuminate a dark area. It does not put off heat, however. She has good control over its size, and has recently learned how to "throw" it at people to startle or confuse them. It disappears if she loses concentration or it gets too far away from her.

Gear: She carries herbs, salves, and some basic medical supplies that she has gathered together in a pouch that hangs on her waist. Adrianna carries a small dagger in her left boot, and a two section bo staff, split, one on each hip. She also carries a sling-shot, and is able to use a bow, though she doesn't currently have one.

She carries flint and firesteel, some dried meat for rations, and a container of water in a satchel over her shoulder. In there is also a small book and writing utensil, in which she has drawings and information about plants and their many uses for healing, eating, and poisoning.

History: Adrianna currently travels as a man, as she is "on the run" from the Church. She doesn't usually think anyone is looking for her, though occasional bouts of paranoia keep her in hiding. When she first left, she was nervous about being a young woman traveling alone, and so she put on a guise and became a "healer for hire." She mostly uses non-magic healing, though occasionally infuses a bit of magic to prevent infection or prevent mortal wounds. The group she has traveled with for the last two years does not know for certain she is a mage, or even that she is a she…though there have been suspicions when men were able to walk within a few days of grievous injuries. No one asked, and "Adrian" didn't tell. After all, every man in their company of bandits had a story, and few of them wanted to share their own. Still, she could not stay in their company any longer…"Adrian" should have started growing facial hair, his voice should have deepened, and overall it was too much of a risk. So off she went.

[User]
Cecil wasn't making much of an attempt to be aware of his surroundings, all these people were effectively strangers and it would be risky to get involved with them; besides, a few of them had fairly big animals and he wasn't wanting to get muddled up in that. He was fine by himself, he had been like that for as long as he could remember which understandably wasn't a very long time. He hadn't been active for all that long, it had felt like a lifetime to him. With everybody minding their own business or getting in to the affairs of others, Cecil felt something strange pretty suddenly.

Looking out over the water there was something that was alerting him, something that was making him feel uneasy. There was some sort of threat off in the distance, but he didn't recognise what it was: just because he had these internal programs that were all a part of him didn't mean he knew what they were. He had to learn what certain alerts meant, with this one was one being one he was not familiar with at all. Frowning, he looked around to see if anybody else had noticed yet, but sure enough there was an announcement coming from somewhere. It was a fair sized wave that was travelling this way and by the announcement's guess it was going to possibly tip the boat. That wasn't good, there was no way he was going to be able to keep on top of the water if the boat was going to tip.

What was he supposed to do? He hadn't needed to deal with something like this before. Almost contemplating jumping in he decided it was probably best to follow the instructions and head to his cabin to get one of these lifejacket things, however that was supposed to help him. Dashing off quickly he dodged a few of the panicked people, running off to where he had been instructed to stay if weary or whatever and made a dash to grab this lifejacket thing. Quickly entering the rather small but cozy room he found what they must had meant, looking back to the outside to see some wearing the thing. It must had been it, so quickly he grabbed it and ran out, analysing others to see how you wore it. They were all told to remain below deck, but some groups of people appeared to be quite eager to be near an emergency hatch. These must've been the women and children who decided to create a bit of a panic, giving him the idea to try and blend in with them so he wasn't alone.

[Assistant]
Ethan was never, EVER going to get on a boat again. The seasickness was dreadful but manageable - he'd survive being queasy long enough to reach port. But now they were going to potentially capsize? He knew how to swim just fine, he'd spent plenty of time in the rivers around Kinsgrove, but just how far out were they? Worrying about himself aside there were children aboard the Marigold too, one of which was with him now. And bawling her eyes out. The Captain's insistence for calm and order did little in the face of panic, and panicking the passengers were. Picking up the child he looked around desperately before spotting her parents by the stairwell, calling for her. Cutting his way through the crowd, Ethan handed the girl over and gave the parents a reassuring grin - for whatever good that might do. He couldn't stop a wave from hitting this boat, his magic was nowhere near that powerful.

"Everyone, get to your quarters! Brace for the wave, do not come out unless explicitly told to!" Over the shouting and screaming, Kent's voice somehow rang above all of it. Already a head above most people he had an air of authority about him - one Ethan sorely lacked. Spotting his companion, the elder Magi gestured down to the decks below, pausing to wave another group down into the hull of the ship. "Make sure that everyone gets to their rooms safely! And go find the Captain, ask him if you can help in any way."

Ethan didn't know what people were going to ask of him, or what he could even help with. But orders were orders. "Uh... S-Sure! But what are you going to do...?"

"Stop the wave, of course. Otherwise people are going to die." How he would stop a wave was beyond him, but only three Magi - four, if their target was on board, were present. No normal person could hope to avert a disaster, not without magic. Demanding Ethan to get to work he watched the boy run down the stairs, sighing to himself. To the stern of the ship he went, narrowing his eyes and shielding them from the sun as he looked for the wave. Just off in the horizon to the east he could make it out, a rise in the water, unnatural in every sense of the word. The how and why of the wave didn't matter, he only needed to focus on saving the Marigold.

Uncertain of what to do with himself, Ethan approached the first crew hand he found, asking for directions. Seeing the insignia on the boy's shoulder he was instructed to help ensure passengers were ready for impact. Darting from room to room, the few he could find occupied, he gave a quick glance to see if people had their jackets on. With his magic it took him no time at all to pass through the halls, and just as well - the wave was closing in. Crew members were running to and fro, sealing hatches and locking bulkheads, ones not necessary for escape. Once the passengers were accounted for Ethan darted up the stairs, somehow finding his way to the command deck. Barging into the room he found the captain and crew staring out the windows, fixated on something just outside. The wave?

Kent's face was sheen, not from surf but from sweat, pure exertion. Hands extended towards the stern he had cast a spell, a large barrier surrounding the entirety of the Marigold. It was the extent of his power and he hadn't a clue if it might hold up, but he needed to try something. Gritting his teeth and placing his left leg back he braced, pumping as much magic into the barrier as it could. The wave rose up to meet him, climbing at least a meter over the railings and coming crashing down into the barrier with a thunderous roar. Shouting and pushing back as his barrier flexed he fell to one knee, his muscles straining and chest constricting, feeling like he might nearly lose consciousness. Just as it seemed that the barrier would fail the wave disappeared, leaving the Marigold rocking back and forth but, miraculously, upright. Looking up as a light spray soaked him, Kent smiled and sank to his knees and hands, breathing labored. He'd done it, somehow. Behind him he could hear the cheers of the crew above, but he hadn't the strength to even lift his head and acknowledge them, much less celebrate himself.

"C-CAPTAIN! PROBLEM!"

Ethan's eyes widened seeing it himself, and all cheers promptly died out as a deathly silence filled the room. A second wave several meters higher than the first had appeared, having appeared perhaps behind the first. Avoiding it was out of the question, and one look at Kent struggling to get his footing confirmed what they were all thinking. The Captain gave a shout to brace just as the wave rose above the Marigold, and with a deafening roar, several hundred tons of water bore down on the ship. Windows in the cabin were shattered and the room filled, the ship being thrown about like a toy under the force of the wave. People below were thrown about, and everything inverted as the ship was thrown onto its side, then ultimately upside down. Her hull now sat above water, and everyone on board - Ethan included, was beneath the waves.

The sound of faint chatter was the first sign he wasn't dead. His body felt heavy, clothing soaked and chilled to the bone, but he was alive. Ethan's eyes slowly opened themselves and he was mystified to find he was on the shoreline. Groaning, he lifted his head and slowly pushed himself up, looking around at the scene before him. Several small boats sat on the shoreline, and a few more still coming in from the water. A few familiar faces he recognized, the Ydra woman and her cat, the captain, some of the faces he briefly saw before the wave hit. Relief was quickly overshadowed by dismay as he looked down the beach further, noticing several people laid out and lined up, not a single one moving and several other people over them, crying or desperately trying to resuscitate them. Among them was Kent, skin pale and blue, with several crew members unsuccessfully trying to administer CPR. Not everyone had made it out then...


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Race: Aesir

Bio: Anya was born on the frozen glaciers of Asgard, the only child of the famous smith Soren Danicson. Anya was the surviving child of a pair of twins, her brother dying during childbirth. Her icy white hair, already present at birth marked her as particularly fated (for good or ill) by Ymir the Frost Giant. The shaman of the village counseled the heart broken Soren not to despair over his fallen son, and that the child's shade might yet enter Valhalla through the deeds of his sister Anya.

Although women were not typically called upon to bear arms, Anya's unique doom made her a special case. From the time she could work Soren trained his daughter in all the arts of war as well as in his smith craft. By the time she was ten should could run for a full day without rest and hold her own with sword, axe or spear as well as any man of eighteen summers. She wen't on her first raid against the Vanir at age sixteen and distinguished herself as a skilled and ruthless warrior. Over the succeeding years she became a champion and a war leader, leading her own raiding parties west into Vanirheim and south against the Cummorians. She developed a reputation for attacking unexpectedly, particularly in bad weather and in the snow, and savagely pressing the attack until the enemy was shattered.

When Soren Danicson was mortally wounded in a battle in the Cummorian marches, he told his daughter that the night before he had dreamed of Ymir the Frost Giant and that the time had come for her to venture out of Asgard and find the doom she had been promised. Anya left before her fathers body was cold, working her way south towards an uncertain goal, selling her sword and following the charnel call of the ravens.

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The sun rose over far of Kosala, spreading across the Iranistani steppe to reveal two riders forging their way north towards the distant white capped daggers of the Ilbar Mountains. In the spring snow melt from those mountains would rush downwards in mighty torrents, wending its way towards the sea in a network of shallow creeks and rocky gullies that for most of the rest of the year ran at but a trickle. Like all steppe-land it was the preserve of nomadic headers rather than farmers, with herdsmen moving their flocks of goats or horned sheep from water source to watercourse with the season. Dawn had bought a few smuts of smoke from neglected cook-fires but from horizon to horizon no soul could be seen save for the two riders. That wasn't to say they weren't here of course. The steppe looked flat to a new comer, but deep gullies and short canyons could be concealed by the waving grass and a traveler might pass within bow shot and never know it until an arrow plucked them from the saddle.

The pair had set out from Kafir after midnight on fine roan horses which the Priest had purchased with coin which had impressed even Anya with its variety of denominations. The solution had been cleaner than her own plan of stealing the beasts, and as Abelard pointed out, lacked the problem of potential pursuit. As the Priest had said, the fact that Ibn-vakir had sent men to killed him argued for the veracity of his information, why else spend the hundred silver drachma to engage the Guild of Thieves to murder them? They had ridden as hard as they dared across such uncertain terrain, there was little doubt that news of the assassins failure would reach their paymasters in due time. They could hope it was carried by a horseman and not upon the wings of ravens or some other sorcery. Anya had made her name as a raider by riding hard and relentlessly and coming at her opponents unexpectedly. She saw little reason to change the habit of a lifetime now.

They drove on towards the headwaters of the River Ashan where the faithless thief had bragged that he had seen the fable Opal, though hadn't dared risk its retrieval. How it had come to rest in such a land, so far from the northern glaciers of its birth was lost to the knowledge of men, though perhaps, not that of Gods. Of their purposes they spoke little. Anya was unsure of exactly why her companion sought the jewel, perhaps only as any man seeks a thing that is vaulable, and of her own quest she had spoken only evasively. The peace between them was yet uneasy.

"Smoke!" Anya called as they cantered across a low shale bedded creek, their horses kicking up shimmering spray in the early morning sun. She pointed to a low dome of haze beyond a small hill more or less along their path. It was too significant to be a single cookfire.

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Abelard reined in his roan, the beast whinnying lightly in the crisp morning air. Anya and he had been riding through the night with barely a word passing between them once they had mounted the horses. He found he believed her story and her virtue, however. Her manner against her assassins and they way she moved had a surety to it that spoke of honesty. Perhaps it was the soldier in him, or the still very earthly mind of his that led him to trust her motives. But he knew, somehow, Asura had not spoken of her.

Her vision was correct, he saw a large pillar of smoke rising into the sky. It stood as a black line against the newly risen sun. Abelard dismounted, advising it was best they left their horses here tethered to what roots they could find. The two did so and drew their blades, creeping out of the creek-bed towards the signs of what Abelard knew to be their quarry, even if it were not what they truly sought. Advancing swiftly, they found a small rise that spoke of a sheer drop just before them. The two crouched and almost crawled toward the edge what seemed to be a large, dried waterway. Beneath them more than a score of men spoke and drank and ate a hearty breakfast, devouring the ribs of a great boar they had slaughtered likely the day before.

Iranistanian Horse nomads with their scalemail cuirasses and their strange spiked helms wrapped in cloth, sallow skinned and stout builds grunting in their rugged tongue. They looked armed for war, their horses tied to a small copse of trees within earshot. The nomads had made two cookfires separate from Ibn-vakir and four Stygian giants. Head and shoulders taller than any nomad, the giants were armed with iron tipped spears and shields made of wood and bronze. Queer torques of Set lay on their bare chests, splattered with the grog they drank greedily beside their fire. Their belts were inlaid with gold and Ibn-vakir wore a similar belt and torque atop his rogueish garb. Abelard nearly surged upwards to curse Ibn-vakir to the Gods, but he held himself for what he saw next.

Past the dried inlet was a structure, swept in style as the cloth atop the horsemen's helms. The opening was alien in design. Nearly perpendicular but many layered in stone, like the opening of a flower or the folds of a woman that so drove men mad. Abelard had seen sketches of such structures before in his studies that bespoke it a remnant of the Acheron Empire. It looked to have been rebuilt in an Iranistanian style and then buried in sand from some wild storm, only to have finally been revealed again.

"We cannot take rash action," Abelard whispered to his fellow traveler. He spoke to himself just as much as the Northern woman. The priest likely seemed a coward to the fierce warrior, but his only goal was to keep the Opal out of wicked hands.

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"These are Khaseem Bai's men," Anya muttered pointing to a red banner that fluttered from a spear that was thrust into the earth. The silken flag was emblazoned with a black lions head that almost seemed to snap and snarl as the wind worked the fabric. Khaseem Bai was a name much on the tongues of the Iristani. It was said that he had come down from the deserts beyond the Ilbar mountains after the tribes of that inhospitable waste had put aside their ancient blood feuds to drive the renegade from their sands. Since that time he had preyed on the caravans and herdsmen of the step, snatching up city-dwellers and ransoming them for supplies and silver. It was said, among the hokah dens and drinking houses of Kafir, that no blade had ever drawn blood from Khaseem Bai and that he was protected by black and malign spirits. It did not surprise Anya that it had been he who had sent assassin's to kill them after learning Ibn-vakir had sold the same goods three times.

"If they know their footpads have failed they don't show it," Anya observed. Indeed, the mood in the camp was alert but the men did not seem alarmed. As she watched a paunchy man hauled a cauldron of soup from the fire and bawled something unintelligible from this distance. The various cut throats ambled towards him to take their mourning meal.

"Strange, I don't see Khaseem Bai among them," Anya noticed, her keen eyes having finished their survey of the camp.

"Indeed you do not," came a deep basso voice from behind them. Anya whirled her hand going to her blade but freezing as the point of a spear pressed against her throat. Two similar weapons were leveled at Abelard. The men holding them had the dark sun burned skin of desert tribesmen and the hooked noses and slightly slanted eyes of the lands beyond the Ilbar mountains. Their leader was a muscular man in a tunic of white silk. His eyes were dark and burned bright with intelligence and his face was handsome in a brooding way. His legs were covered with armor of tooled leather that gripped the side of a galloping horse so a man could use the short recurve bows in fashion in these parts. The thugs with him were dressed less finely, but Anya wagered all of them were veterans who had come south with Khaseem Bai. The must have snuck around them through some hidden ravine, though they had done so with so little sound that even Anya's razor keen senses had been deceived.

"But do not worry," he said with a formal bow that would not have been out of place in the court of Aquilonia, "Khaseem Bai sees you."

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A strong east wind blew over the desolate earth as Abelard raised his hands in supplication, having dropped his sword and staff. The light of the newly risen sun glinted off the spearheads, their edges sharpened to pierce both flesh and mail. A cry of curious demand in Stygian rose behind them. The two were quickly relieved of their weapons and taken to the camp below to be surrounded by harsh lancers, ebony tribesmen of fierce strength, and towering thugs of stygian strain. Out of the crowd poked Ibn-vakir who was short enough to step through the legs of one of the giants. He spread a smile of teeth the color of mule piss save for the missing teeth so far not replaced with any wealth.

Two of the nomads had brought forth a wooden chair covered in skins that Khaseem Bai reclined upon, sitting as arrogantly as if he were the newly crowned king of Iranistan. In one hand he held his spear while in the other he nipped at an apple unfamiliarly, the fruit a strange sight in this unforgiving land. No doubt a sign of his fortune and prestige. He must be drunk on his own power if he thought that would intimidate Abelard and particularly the warrioress Anya. Even though he attempted to keep earthly matters from his mind, Abelard fretted the imminent fear of death in equal measure to how the smell of the pork churned his stomach.

"How strange to find such two foreign jackals." Ibn-vakir said. His smile spread like the plague with his mustached pulled along as well. "Better kill these two quickly, my lord. We cannot have word getting out on the location of the Opal."

Abelard laughed suddenly, one of the first times he had shown any emotion since meeting Anya. He grinned as feircely as any cimmerian barbarian. "You little fool, Ibn-vakir. You did not think we would ever meet with your precious master, did you? Khaseem Bai you are called? This one had already given me the location of the Opal, and had promised to deliver the same to this one beside me. He then wished to join the winning side and lied to you, telling you we were already in pursuit of the prize. He wished for your assassins to silence us, so that you may never learned he attempted to buy your trust with deceit."

Ibn-vakir paled, the grog in his stomach finally wearing off on his mind. Khaseem Bai's face, at ease before, was now a mask of fury and disgust. With a simple wave of his hand he had two of the giants grab Ibn-vakir the wretch.

"No master! He lies!" The thief shrieked in terror as he was rooted into the ground. Almost ritualistically, and it likely was knowing Set's laws, one of the giants took his belt knife and cut open Ibn-vakir's stomach. Blood and bile and a putrid stench erupted from his torn open belly. The thief sank to his knees, eyes wide opened in death. Despite himself, Abelard found it satisfying. His claim had also been a bluff without divine intervention, but seeing as Khaseem Bai did not correct him, his bluff had been correct and the warlord's side of the claims were confirmed plausible.


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Nickname: Optional
Race: Human
Age: 21.
Gender: Female.

Appearance: Picture or description. Use a hider.

Proportionality:
Weight: 63 kg
Height: 1.73 m
Frame: Atlethic Use a hider.
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Personality:- Wylde is an extremely straightforward person. She does what she wants, says what is on her mind and doesn't hold back for no one. She prefers company over solitude and has been known to search for people to spend time with. Due her work as a duelist for hire, she is used to traveling and loves it. Additionally she loves to meet new people and duel them if the chance presents itself. Warrior, mages, rogues, archers and all others, she loves experiencing new challenges and actively seeks out strong opponents. As a last note to mention she enjoys alcohol a lot. Especially before and after fights or when it's full moon.

Job: Duelist

Fighting Style: When without weapon, Wylde's main fighting style on extreme mobility and footwork that allows her to dodge and position herself for fast retaliation strikes, targeting vital points.

Weapons from strongest to weakest: – Rappier > long sword > dagger .
Armors/Outfits Besides a single armguard on her left hand and a kneeguard on her right leg, she wears no other armor. As clothing she wears light so it doesn't affect her mobility.

Familiar: Naisha

Familiar Abilities: Allows for ice magic to be used. Grants complete immunity to frost. Passive- keeps the user's body temperature stable even at extreme conditions. Weak to fire.
Movement Type: Is it Stationary like a sentry? Does it fly? Or does it walk and run?

Familiar Size: Medium (Human height.)

Relic Weapons: Light blue rapier, that gives off a cold haze around it as it eminate with frost energy.

Relic Armors: An armor that coveres her entire right arm. It's light blue in color like her the rapier and is cool on touch. It overwrites anything she has on her arm and replaces it until dismissed.

Trance: In trance, Wylde's speed triples along with her reflexes. Her body seems to get even slender, but without losing any physical strength. Her body starts to shine in pale blue and her weapon usually turns into crystal.

- The way Trance is activated is through stress and emotions. So tension can induce this.
- Your body can shift form due to the sheer power. Such as changing figure a bit.

Pros- Your Strengths. Extremely fast, hard to hit and has devastating counters, the ice magic combos well with her fighting abilities, has a lot of practice in fighting.
Cons- Your weaknesses. Dependent on dodges, has low health, doesn't have magic besides her familiar's

Background: Wylde was born in the capital of Alexandria. Daughter of a small noble, it was decided she will be a member of the military since the day she was born. As a young child she showed extreme promises as she seemed to be a natural athlete. By the age of 17 she had proven she is indeed worthy of the army and was already considered an accomplished duelist with great potential. The life in the army didn't suit her though. She was always catching herself looking in the far distance and down towards the misty lands, yearning to go out on her own into the vast open world. Many times during guard duty, she would sneak away into the library to read of distant lands and monsters that one couldn't see near Alexandria.

 It was two months after her 17th birthday that she finally decided she will leave the army and head out on her own. Her choice was not received well by her family and her superiors, but she had already decided and there was no way anyone would stop her really once her mind was made up. She left her uniform behind and set out with the first airship that left the capital. She didn't even ask where they were headed, she was going to find out when they arrived!

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Hitori looked at Cassius and couldn't help but smile, "The Sentiment is greatly appreciated Cassius but I have no right to the Title of Sir. I eschewed any claims to all perceived claims and airs of nobility quite some time ago. Hitori will do just fine."

"Beach Please, you as a Glubbin Noble would be a Reel Riot." a Feminine Voice could be heard in his head.
"Why must you heckle me Siren..." Hitori thought.
"Cuz I know you're hankerin for some Catfish." Siren teased, Hitori didn't even dignify that with a response.

The Ada doll noticed Cassius offering jobs willy-nilly and started Warbling in protest as if Cassius could actually understand him in that current state. "Calm down Ada, you'll just tire yourself out." Hitori chided the Doll.

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Karn smirked in amusement as it took a moment for the woman to realize the situation while she ate, almost choking on it. "Mhmm yes, so far this little job has been quite a CATastrophe. And with having a bomb cannonballed at you, it has been quite a blast." she replied, smirk never leaving her lips. Emerald gaze watching the dualist basically inhale the food given. It wasn't much, but for now it is what the Tantalus group had. Usually, Ruby was the one to make a bit more decent meals. Huh.... in fact, wonder where she was? The blonde couldn't remember where she last saw her fellow crewmate. The only other female member that everyone was sort of quick to bolt from. Mhmm maybe she was just around the ship getting things spick and spam like everyone else.

Giving a slight laugh at the cat puns made, the feline couldn't help but actually let out a deep purr that vibrated against her chest and throat. It wasn't often she found someone who actually enjoyed the jokes and returned them just as much. A purrfect match indeed. It was like she could feel cupid's arrows bouncing right off of her. Oh yes, she liked this woman. Anyone making a pun was good in her book. At the question of what the feline was going to do with this newly discovered stowaway, she gingerly tapped her chin with a soft hum. Feeling the smooth leather of her gloves brush against her fair skin.

"Well.... Here we are, in the dark cargo hold with only a little lantern lighting up the place. Just the two of us, with possible death and destruction awaiting us in what could be minutes to hours. I wouldn't mind putting that blanket to its other use." Karn answered playfully with a flirtatious grin, winking a glowing emerald cat eye. She wasn't quite serious about it since this was definitely not the time, but she couldn't help her more playful side.

"Otherwise, should probably report to the Boss and announce our new arrival. Get to see our catnapped Gemstone too." The feline continued before flicking her ear at the other question and gave a smirk and shrug. "Well you can say I just find quite a bit of amewsment from telling punny jokes." she answered, watching Wylde return to the box she had been hiding in and took out a rapier. At the request for a leg message, the thief cocked her right eyebrow slightly and grinned a bit in amusement.

"Surprise not everything is numb and uncomfortable. But I'll give a beautiful lass like you a kneading massage for a discount of 100 Gil. Or another kiss. Whichever." Karn purred a response with amusement.

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Randy simply seemed to stand around and watch for a few moments. Being down below in the engine room or having been down there with quite a few people. One of them being his boss, another a merchant and a possible coworker of sorts in the future and a person with what seemed to be an animated doll. It seemed more than enough of an awkward situation and seeing as the boss was around and there events currently on going or at least he had suspected such. He could not simply slip away into a daydreaming fantasy, most work he could currently do seemed to be done and patched up with the materials he could find. It seemed to hold together well enough for the moment but he was definitely unsure about its sturdiness and how long it may last, especially if more trouble or violent 'critics' came along once more because of the performance. He continued to run that inside joke inside his skull and probably would keep tightly held onto it.

It seemed the one named 'Hitori' had briefly gone on about clouds as if going into a fantasy of some sort. Randy could not really blame him. Although he long knew that the clouds did not contain this 'wonder' except perhaps in imagination and through the mind. For a moment Randy could not help himself from staring out the window as well. Starting to drift out, slowly and unnoticed by the rest of his conscious mind. As he looked out toward the clouds and began to drift into them in a mental sense.

Randy did not come back until Cassius had approached him and even then it seemed to take a few moments for the words to get across. He really ought to try and nip that day dreaming habit in the bud, or whatever the appropriate saying was. Seems like he might not be able to finish his projects if all things went to hell. Oddly, he could not feel much panic for himself but instead rather for the projects and some certain others. "Okay." Randy responded simply. "Bye, and in case we or at least I die. See you later." He oddly felt a small grin creep up on his face He immediately went off to look for the workers, high and low to gather them. Finding a place that was structurally sound among the ship? The engine room seemed, to be fairing but puncture all around. The cargo hold might be the next safest bet, as long as most crates and so on were safely strapped down or would not fly about in a crash scenario. He would have to check that later or perhaps a brig if it was large enough.

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"Well since this ships is still flying and assume you managed to deal with the bomb and the soldiers well enough." Wylde said with an approving nod before she finished attaching the rapier's sheath on her belt. She did vaguely wonder what the general was doing, she probably would have been able to wipe the crew of this ship very fast so why wasn't she involved in this battle? This was a interesting question she had no answer to.

 "Remind me about this idea later, when we aren't in danger of the ship falling out of the sky..." The duelist stated with a smile at Karn's comment about putting that blanket to good use." I will be sure to give you a most purring experience then~" She stated before leaning in and giving the other woman another kiss. This one was about as long as the previous one before she pulled away and nimbly sat on one of the bigger boxes. So Karn can have easier time massaging her legs.

 "Come on now, I was very serious earlier when I said I wanted that massage~" She stated with a smile, her legs moving back and forth." I want to go meet your boss afterwards, I need to complain about the way my box was treated during loading... I almost developed clawstraphobia from it." She said with a smirk. She hadn't use this many puns before as she did in this conversation with Karn. It was very amusing, but at the same time she knew most people would go insane from listening to it.

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"Purrfect enough I suppose." Karn answered about the whole taking care of the opponents question. The bomb could of turned out better and the blonde didn't enjoy how it turned out... but what was done is done and she had little time to mourn over the dead. Perhaps the next time she was in Alexandria. Most of the soldiers that managed to get on the ship were small fry. The big badder generals were probably by the Queen, and didn't exactly expect the Princess to be snatched from under their noses. Course, helped the Princess was being catnapped willingly.

At the flirtatious answer and another kiss as payment, another pleasant amused purr rumbled in her throat as her sly emerald eyes watched the taller woman with a soft chuckle. "Definitely won't furget." she hummed, watching Wylde take a seat on one of the bigger boxes, legs gingerly moving to and fro as she prepared for the paid massage.

With a chuckle, the blonde moved closer, gloved hands reaching toward the slender legs and gingerly ran her fingers over them. "Alright Alright. Not going to be a purrfect one with your clothes on, but a bit of pawing should make your legs not tingle anymore." Karn chuckled before looking over the offered legs, mostly covered in leather. Her fingers gripping and pressing firmly against the covered flesh over the left leg. Expertly circling her thumbs along the more upper side of the leg while the rest of her fingers focused on the bottom, pressing and kneading to rid of any knots she felt while also ridding the numbness and waking the leg up. The Demi-Human's fingers working from the foot, to the ankle and calf, the knee and then even the thigh before switching to give the other leg the needed attention.

"Well, if you just paid for the normal pay to get a ride so you don't have to ride in a box, you probably wouldn't have had a catastrophic time. We aren't usually a travel agency." The feline chuckled, her emerald gaze not leaving her work. "But pretty sure Boss won't pay you much mind at the moment." She chuckled.

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Wylde let out a pleased sigh as she felt Karn massage her legs. This was a bliss, a good massage was always worth it's pay and this time she basically got a steal~ This demi human was pretty darn good and for just a kiss this was perfect! She basically felt the numbness and the stress in her legs melt away as she let a pleased moan this time when Karn switched the legs.

 "You so missed you calling~" The duelist said with a smile to the demi human." You would have been the purrfect massagist. People will be clawing their way to get a turn~" She smiled as the demi human finished with the massage and the duelist quickly jumped on her feet. Stretching a little to check if everything was fine." Ehhh... could do with some more, but I suppose this will be alright for now."

 "Well I asked around and I was told you guys don't ferry people around. So I decided to go with the box~ It's usually quite calming. Quiet and if you aren't treated roughly very pleasant experience allowing for a lot of resting." The duelist explained with a smirk." Besides I once traveled this way with a friend of mine, just remembering it makes me smile. We so should have chosen a bigger box back then." She laughed melodically before turning back to Karn.

 "Alright, I suppose you can now take me to your boss~ This will be interesting hehehe " She mused, throwing curious looks around." Besides, I should pay my respects to the catnapped princess~ I've only seen her from afar before."