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character sheet:
appearance: Black hair, warm brown skin, brown eyes. Quite short and decently muscled. Looks very much like her late mother.
age: 17

bio(optional): As the youngest of four, Jinayah has enjoyed some degree of freedom. She is a strange sort of princess, well-known for demanding boys' clothes since she was old enough to express it. While she will wear gowns on formal occasions, most of the time she can be found in specially tailored tunics and pants, down at target practice. Her mother passed on due to sudden illness, which may be part of the reason she is allowed her freedoms and odd habits.

role in the story: Princess to be married off, I suppose.

other(optional): I will try to make something with her 'boy' clothes as soon as I can.

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(He's adorable.)

The dance ended without more outburst, and the musicians immediately picked up the pace for the next dance. Jinayah was a little bit tired, so she curtsied to her partner and went for the food. Several sips of water later she was alright again, and cast her eyes toward the dance floor (and the door) to think about what to do next. She knew, in her heart, that she couldn't leave. So that meant more dancing.

Out of the corner of her eye, she spotted the prince from Prozdy. The tall man was not hard to miss. It looked like he was practicing his steps. She wondered what kind of dancing they did in his country. From that angle, she could also see a few nobles from her own kingdom, smirking and shaking their heads at the display. She wouldn't have that - they did enough making fun of her behind closed doors.

Gracefully, she cut across the room to his side.

"Hello, Prince Vyarin. I don't think we've yet had a chance to interact." She curtsied in front of him, and looked rather cheery. "Do you need a practice partner?"

[Assistant]
Princess Annalise
Interaction with @Vampiretwilight

Watching her sisters interact with the Prince's in question she stood with a sigh and decided to head to the last available one. Figuring whatever frustration he had with his sister had at least lessened she decided to attempt to remove the Prince from the situation. She approached him with her usual soft smile. "Excuse me, would you mind joining me on the dance floor?" She had expertly positioned herself between the Prince and his sister with her back to the female in question. She offered her hand to him in hopes he would accept the invitation to dance, if for no other reason than to get away from his sibling.

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Prince Gil Jalal of Afdan
Interaction with @Wolvena

Gil gave Marabella a gentle smile glad she had accepted his request to dance. He led her to the floor to join the rest who had already been dancing. "You will have to forgive my clumsiness, this country's dances are very forign to me. I will do my best not to step on your feet during this, I make no promises." He chuckled a little as they started dancing, hoping joking about his short falling would make a genuine smile fall upon her lips. He could tell the sisters had been sporting generally fake smiles during this whole event. The same smile he had seen his mother sport when dealing with the more difficult chieftains of his country. He was indeed clumsy during the dance but he would indeed avoid stepping on her feet in the process.

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Sarah was once more about to scold her brother when Annalise showed up. She was about to express her displeasure at the interruption, but Alexander spoke up first.

Alexander blinked. He had been caught off guard. He had frozen for a brief moment before he cleared his throat and nodded.
"Oh, um, sure, milady."
He took her hand. However, he could not help but glance at his sister as he followed the princess onto the dance floor.

Sarah was looking quite upset. She had her fan open and was covering her face. Her eyes were narrowed....and she was glaring.

[Assistant]
Mrabella

Bella let Prince Gil lead her to the dance floor to join the others already dancing. At his words, a true smile did grace her lips followed by a small laugh, it was something she wasn't really expecting to come to her. She had a feeling he had noticed her forced smile and was trying to get a genuine smile upon her lips. As they danced she took note of how he danced, seeing that he was clumsy, but not clumsy enough to where she worried about her feet or toes being stepped on. She had danced with far worse noblemen, who actually did step on her toes or feet. "For our dances being forign to you, you're doing rather well." she said warmly, a true smile still on her lips. "I think you may be thinking about it too hard. Just relax and feel the music." she told him. Just being out on the dance floor and dancing was helping calm her and somewhat keeping her from thinking about what was bothering her at the moment. She needed to push them back and focus on what was going on in the now.

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Vyarin stopped mid-step, one foot awkwardly hanging in the air. Eventually, gravity got the better of him, and he stumbled sideways into a table with a thump and the clattering of jumping plates. One of them, laden with fine delicacies, hung precariously off its edge. Vyarin took a few steps back from the table, as if it were a lit bombard, only to tap into another one behind him, fortunately far more gently. Were anyone even to sneeze at that table . . . He cleared his throat and turned to meet the sudden voice at his side.

The voice belonged to a slender woman, whose skin was the colour of earth. Vyarin had never met anyone like that before. He must admit now to himself that his world was rather small before he left home. He didn't catch all of her Apura-speak, but he did recognize his own name. She knew him before he knew her. Perhaps she had studied the guests who are to be hosted here? Certainly more than he had thought to study his hosts, at the very least. After a few seconds of piecing together his thoughts, he responded.

"Yes. Is good," he replied in his broken Apura-tongue. "You . . . and I, to be like . . . them?" He pointed at the dancing crowd. "Is very apol-" No, that didn't sound right. 'Apologies' was the other one. ". . . Thank. For you. To help." First thing he will do when the fete ends is to reread all of his texts and dictionaries. Something ought to stick by tomorrow.

[Assistant]
Jin had to pause and think when she remembered that the prince could not speak her language. Fair enough; her own Prodzy wasn't the best. Language had never come easy to her. Perhaps pieced together, they could come to understanding. Swiftly, she slid the platter in danger back to a secure position, then joined Vyarin's side.

"Please - watch." She had to dig for words. Instead of saying more, she gestured at the dance floor, for him to watch the dancers more. Then she took his arm, and led him through the dance once, slowly. "You are -" She waved her slender brown hand, searching for the right words. "Good! But you need more-" What was Prodzy for experience, again? "You need more training." Close enough.

"Again?" The round dance had reached the beginning again, and she started up, watching his feet this time. "Oh, there?" She lifted the edges of her dress, showing off one slim ankle. "This." She placed her steps as a man would. "Okay?" Then she smiled up at him, and it seemed more of a real one than the strained polite smile she'd been wearing all night. Even though she was likened to a silent stepping cat sometimes, dancing with others was not a natural occurrence for her. She would much rather spend her steps in the forest.

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Princess Annalise
Interaction with @Vampiretwilight

Annalise and Prince Alexander made it to the dance floor with little to no interruption. She could feel the glare from the Prince's sister. She smiled at the Prince and glanced at his sister when they made a turn that allowed them to lock eyes. She only briefly returned the glare, almost daring the other female to make a move, and then her attention went back to the Prince she was dancing with. "Siblings can be such a royal pain, it's always best to remove oneself from the situation when things get heated, I have found." Her gentle smile persisted as they danced. The nobles who were previously staring at the forign siblings arguing and either gone back to what they were doing, or were now gawking at the two of them dancing, the situation seemed to have cooled off for the most part. Besides the angry foreign Princess who was likely still glaring daggers at them.

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Prince Gil Jalal of Afdan
Interaction with @Wolvena

Gil smiled at Marabella's reaction to his statement. He was glad he had managed to get her to actually smile and even laugh. He nodded when she said he was thinking too hard about it. "I have been known to overthink simple things. My mother told me the same thing when she was teaching me these dances. I suppose I am too focused on not making a fool of myself and bringing my partner down with me." He managed to get into a rhythm as he spoke, not thinking as hard as he was about the dance itself. It still wasn't perfect, but it was decent. "In my country, dances are far less...structured, all about feeling the music. Not at all about following certain steps. The only form of structured dances we have are sword dances, if you mess up with those you risk getting stabbed." He shrugged as if getting stabbed was no big deal. For the thick skinned Orcs it really wasn't but Gil didn't realize that wasn't the case for other races. He forgot his kind was generally heartier than humans.

[Assistant]
Prince Alexander did his best to dance. He managed a nod.
"Well...yes....I suppose so."
He could not help but glance back towards his sister.

Sarah still had her eyes narrowed. She turned away and walked off for a time.

Alexander saw that and sighed.
"I...apologize."
He looked at Annalise.
"..for the outburst you hurt, I mean. I...well...she had been pushing me around for so long, acting like a spoiled brat, and with all that pressure I was under....well...."

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everyone else:

Emily simply glanced around. She had quickly dressed and had gotten ready as quickly as possible for the ball earlier. Many a noble had asked her to dance. She declined most of the invitations so far. She could not help but sigh at times.
He turned a bit red.

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Her speech was thickly accented, and her sentences as broken as his own, but something in Vyarin's mind clicked as she made those complicated steps in a circle around him. He was to mimic her, it seems. He nodded slowly, observing with his mind's eye how she had done it. Then, briskly and with the solid-footedness of a march, he copied her, whirling until he was almost dizzy.

"Is good, yes?" He asked, in his Apura. She spoke his language, and he would speak hers. Perhaps over time, they would even out with practice. "I to do . . . like you." He did it again, slower this time, lighter on the feet, like the other men would. It was amazingly light-footed this formation, nothing like the strong battle formations of Prozdy. Perhaps it descended from scouting and skirmishing manoeuvres? This land must revere forest rangers in much the same way that the many societies of the League revere heavily armoured foot-warriors. Understandable, perhaps, with the sheer volume of forest he had traveled through in the south. The green stretched for many hundreds of leagues without even a little snow or sand to separate them.

"Err . . . Now you?" He asked. She had graciously shown him his role, but this sort of thing, by his reckoning, did require a partner to act out. "Thank for you to show me . . . 'walking' of the man. Now you 'walking' of . . ." he drew a complete blank then on the right word to use. ". . . The not-man? Apologies. I am of the forgetting."

[Assistant]
Prince Droka Yew was a late arrival to the festivities. It couldn't be avoided. The sudden death of Prince Droke had demanded that he had needed to spend some time to pay his respects to his deceased kin, even if the funeral would take time to organize and the affairs of state demanded that he wasn't in the kingdom to attend in person. It was likely for the best really; The nobility of Tushina might have long adapted to the often fast changing and dangerous nature of politics, but when the tide shifted in a major way some of the fish tended to be caught out of the water and it was likely for the best that the chance for them to do something... impulsive was limited.

The later arrival meant that the half elven prince had arrived during... what appeared to be some kind of dancing section of the festivities. Droka had decided to don the military attire of his people to reflect the fact that the Yew family was, in essence as well as practice, military leaders. Selecting a formal white, silken officer shirt that was emboldened by its silver embroidery, it contrasted well with both his pale skin and the black pants he had decided to don to match it. On his hip hung his royal yatagan, the sheath clearly designed with prestige in mind but the weapon itself functional and well crafted to serve in combat if required. While some might have questioned the prince of Tushina being armed at a civilian event, the weapon was apart of the uniform and to neglect it would have been akin to walking in with his shirt off and his chest bare.

While others danced and feasted, Droka seemed to find a place against one of the walls in order to gaze over the room without having to worry about covering his back.


[System]
Age: 18
Gender: Female
Race: Human
Appearance:
Personality:
Klaus is a lazy & mostly irresponsible knight. She is a glutton, often chomping down on large servings, and she likes to sleep alot. She's carefree and easygoing, thus she rarely takes situations seriously. She's surprisingly courageous at times, though she would prefer sleeping in her quarters instead of swinging her sword. Due to her upbringing, she would never let anybody starve in front of her.

Brief Backstory: Klaus was born a slave, she wasn't well-fed and is always hungry as a child. One day, she found out that her master have more food than her, so she tried to steal his food, but she was caught red-handed. In the midst of the struggle, she had killed her master unintentionally. That was the first time in her life that she had tasted good food, and that is why she felt no remorse about this. Realizing the situation, she escaped from her late master's turf, and managed to kill a few pursuers due to her talent with the sword.

Finally getting her freedom, Klaus worked as a mercenary since the sword is the only thing that she's good at. Over the years, she became well-known in her field despite her sloppy job (She often leave her jobs unfinished on purpose due to her laziness).

There was only a single occasion where Klaus did her job a bit more seriously. She protected a bunch of travellers from orcs, and one of them in the group happened to be a noble who would then recommend her as a Knight for ensuring their safe passage to another city. She was rather puzzled on how she would receive an invitation to this day.

The only reason why she had joined the Iron Rose Knights is because she will have more food at the Knight Quarters. In spite of her work attitude, Klaus often does her job in the best (and easiest) possible result with least causalities, proving herself worthy of her title.

After the few years as a Knight, she is pretty much over her past by then, to the point where the only thing she remembers is that the pasta that day was so delicious.

Equipment: Longsword

Skills: Klaus is skilled at using her sword, despite her lack of formal training.

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Tiral nodded quietly as he watched the troll that he had been focusing on begin charging towards him. He had already accepted that the possibility of getting it's attention was almost 100 percent, and so it was almost a given that his barrage of magic would continue on. One after another, the magical weapons continued to fly out at the troll, turning the enemy into a walking pincushion. Ideally, someone or something would topple it from the back to send all the weapons through its body (or, at the very least, cause them all to shatter and cause internal collateral damage so that others could finish it off), but until that moment came he would continue here.

The moment he heard the voice of a child, though, Tiral's head immediately snapped to face the source. With no trace of anyone having been there, though, all the mage could do was try and make sense of the very obvious warning for the Captain's safety. Pausing his own magic for a moment, Tiral turned towards the battlefield and squinted in an attempt to find the Captain in the middle of the chaotic battlefield. Luckily enough, it wasn't very difficult to differentiate between the two forces, though they were off in the distance, and it didn't take long for the mage to pick out that the Captain was indeed engaging with one of the enemy trolls.

Unlike some of the crazier Knights, though, she wasn't particularly built for dealing one of those monstrosities alone. After thinking for a moment, Tiral turned his magical barrage towards the troll attacking Fanilly before shouting at the people around him.

"Listen up! The second we get that second troll's attention, we're going to begin to move around and drag them away from the rest of their main forces! Do not, under any circumstances, stop attacking them! If we remove the larger threats and allow the rest of the Knights to clean up what's left, then we can systematically clean up the rest! Are we clear?" he declared, not waiting for an answer before snapping the reins of his horse with his spare hand. With the dagger still aimed at the other troll, Tiral calmly began to move his horse around, his eyes snapping between both targets in case any of them moved into a lumbering sprint.

Hopefully, they wouldn't be able to in their state, but it was never bad to be safe here.

[Assistant]
Fleuri Jodeau

Granted a brief reprieve from battle by the orcs' disorganization and the trolls' singleminded charge forward, Fleuri raised his visor to better scan the battlefield. He still could not spot the form of the Knight-Captain, however, and he could not afford to stand around doing nothing; he had to act. What would the Knight-Captain desire that he do in this situation?

She'd want me to not worry about her, and with the townspeople still safely behind the walls, she'd want me to aid my brothers and sisters, he silently concluded, just as he spotted Klaus battling a troll some distance away. She had maimed it quite handily, but it was still going, oblivious to what ought to be both unbearable pain and serious bodily distress. As you would command, Captain, he thought as he lowered his visor and tightened his grip on his zweihander.

"For Reon!" shouted Fleuri as he charged. Without his horse it took more time to close the distance, but he was deceptively fleet of foot even fully armored. The scarlet garbed knight rushed in from behind, swinging his sword horizontally into the back of one of the troll's knees. He preferred to strike killing blows as quickly as possible, but with the troll's great stature and hunched posture, there wasn't any place where he could decisively cut it down from behind, not without more strength than he could muster. And with the damage Klaus had already inflicted to the beast's arm, a grievous enough leg injury would leave it more or less immobile, and by extension, vulnerable to a killing blow.

"Klaus, finish it off!" he shouted to his sister-in-arms.

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The troll under assault by the combined efforts of the enormous wolf and his mistress toppled backwards, its great head hitting the ground with a wet thump as dark red blood spewed onto the grass. Beheading a troll was hardly a common feat, to say the least, and some of the defenders on the town walls looked on in awe. This truly was the work of the Iron Rose Knights. The Order of Justice that destroyed the wicked and protected the innocent.

Indeed, now three of the trolls were dead(though one was possibly simply unconscious), and another had fallen, vulnerable to a lethal blow. The orcish forces were failing, but they did not yet seem ready to retreat. And still there stood six trolls on their feet. One troll swatted an unlucky knight to the ground, baring down on him. Even his armor wouldn't protect him from a direct blow, and he couldn't feel his left leg...!

Fanilly ducked under a swipe from the troll's clawed hand. It bellowed, perhaps in frustration. The blonde girl was well aware her weapons were not the best suited to killing a troll on her own. But she knew of weaker points across their bodies, places where their natural armor was thinner. Under the arms. The back of the legs. If she could hamstring the beast, too, its neck would be within striking distance! Another swipe nearly took her off her feet, but she jabbed its hand between two fingers. It snarled in pain, but soon was distracted when a hail of icy weapons struck it.

"Ah?! Sir Tiral?!"

The mage knight had come to her aid! The troll, along with the first of its kin that had been drawn by the arrows and magic bombarding the creatures, began to lumber away... though it was considerably slower, as if reluctant to leave its current foe. From this angle, however, Fanilly could strike its heel and bring it to the ground!

And yet...

Tiral would absolutely see it. And as a mage, he would have some inkling of what it was. There was what almost seemed like a spark of purple light from a distant treeline, and suddenly a rush of light and sound as something tore right towards the captain and the troll. Only ceasing his bombardment and trying to create some kind of barrier could possibly intervene...!

[Assistant]
Klaus
Klaus gave no time to waste, as she knew the anatomy of trolls well enough. No matter how durable they are, the heart, if stabbed, will let them lose consciousness. Just like the training this morning, Sir Fleuri has carved up another opportunity for her. And she wouldn't let it go away, not this time.

Klaus, with her one hand grip on the edge of the handle, thrusted her left hand towards the troll, making a slight twist as the tip sinks into the troll's heart. Her 'Piercing Moon' style was that same familiar technique that is used on various occasions, and she only uses that when she was certain she could kill her enemy.

Withdrawing her blade from the foul coloured corpse, Klaus sliced the body into pieces to lighten the falling weight of the troll's body. After all, an attack must have a beginning and an end. Despite thinking that way, she didn't bother shaking the blood off the blade. With her blade's fuller still thick with troll's blood, she galloped her horse towards another troll. She splashed the blood at the troll's eyes by making one rough swing of her sword, pulling the rein just ahead of the blinded troll's reach to observe what that thing would do next.

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"Good, good! Don't let up!" Tiral shouted out as he watched the trolls slowly attempt to refocus their attention on the rearguard. While one was already slowly moving at the ground, the other seemed to just be torn between staying or going—ironic enough, given how they were probably too dull-witted at the moment to think beyond 'swing weapon at object in front of self'. This, of course, gave the archers and other magicians more than enough room to casually fire away. As Tiral continued to survey the battlefield from atop his horse, though, the slight glint of unnatural purple light caused him to freeze up. It took only a moment to estimate where it was headed, and his face immediately tensed up as he leaped off of his horse and pointed his dagger out at it.

"Position... Target... Gods be damned, I think I'll have to try this one," he swore under his breath before beginning to chant as fast as he could under his breath. As soon as it was complete, the mage shot out a small bolt of ice at his target, and not a moment too soon; just as the magical projectile could've gone through the Captain, the bolt of ice managed to collide with it. In that instant, the ice seemed to deform and curve, redirecting the magical attack towards the troll instead. Left in its wake, of course, was what looked to be a flower made from ice.

"...Huh. Irregular magical composition combined wi—oh, whatever, that's not important now. Men, keep firing! Focus on our initial target! I'll handle the one near the Captain!" he shouted, getting back on his horse before resuming his earlier tactic.

[Assistant]
— Brennan —

Indrau wheeled his horse around, away from the destruction he had caused to that flank. The residual heat from the blast would make that area difficult to cross for some time. Out of the corner of his eye he caught a streak of light that was deflected with just an instant to spare.

He urged his mount into action, galloping towards the treeline. He drew his blade once he was far enough away from friendly knights to avoid disrupting their magic. Indrau didn't know who else might be able to break away from the fight. Most of the other knights appeared to currently be bogged down in the melee, including his own lancers.

— Brennan —

It only took a moment to catch her breath and pick up a fallen orc weapon. When the first enemy moved towards her she drove the point of the weapon through its armor hard enough to snap it off at the hilt and throw the orc into those behind it. Salz snarled what was undoubtedly a expletive in her native tongue and dropped the useless handgrip.

She found something more suitable on the ground, a crude looking club. With it she began to batter her way towards where the knights seemed to be concentrated most heavily.

[User]
Sir Tyaethe Radistirin

Eyeing the battlefield, things were mostly going to plan--the orcs backed away from the bloodstained lunatic that had carved a troll apart with all the finesse the brutes themselves liked to display. The captain was under attack but any magical threats were being countered by their own magic users. The trouble, such as it was, lay in their reserves having already rushed in--so this would have to be the entirety of the enemy force. That, and a knight in perilous danger...

There wasn't time to think about it, but there was time to move, to run through the battlefield and intercept--the easiest choice, and safest; block this troll like the one that she had before. Only, she didn't--moving as fast as possible at the troll, the paladin didn't consider breaking, meeting the unstable creature's swing with the full force of her body and causing it to overbalance, unable to feel the force and appropriately retain its footing. Implausibly, the troll had been knocked onto its rear.

Which put its roaring maw within easy range for a sword to the back of the throat, adding another to the body pile.

"Can you walk?"

[Assistant]
An uneasy whirring sound caught her ears. While the troll's eyesight is still blinded by blood, Klaus looked back to see if everything is okay. A knight in a tight situation, but that is taken care of by another familiar Knight. And a blast of magic aimed against one of the Knights. Since when are there magicians amongst Orcs?

Whipping the rein, Klaus turned her backs from the troll and had her horse sprinting for the woods, the place where the magician seemed to be hiding. The strongest Order of Knights would never lose a battle against Orcs and Trolls. Its a matter of time before they fall, but the 'big fish' must be dealt with before they threaten anyone else...

Entering the treelines, Klaus took note of the noises of the forest while following the trail of Indrau from the back. It wasn't very often that she would face magic users, but she knew that magic needed an incantation, and she must be wary on when it is about to be casted.


[System]
Appearance
Age: 15

Personality: Most people would describe Ant as... a source of irritation. He will speak his mind, and often, it's probably not going to please somebody. Ant has a habit of leaving nasty first impressions, being particularly combative, strong-minded, and prone to acting on emotion. However, despite his off-putting demeanor, you would be hard-pressed to find a more adamant and strong-willed individual. When Ant puts his mind to something, he will follow it steadfast; whether it is wrong or right. In addition, once people get to know him (if they can will themselves), they will find that this volatile outer exterior is more of a shell to protect a much more empathetic interior. What motivates his statements, what others typically see as being rude and blunt, are his ways of trying to encourage others for the better. Ant's philosophy is that if everyone else is too polite to say what needs to be said, or do what needs to be done, he won't hesitate to be the first.

Background / Notable Deaths: Both of Ant's parents were part of a FrameWerk unit placed on the front lines against the initial discovery of the Cruxi... as such, they were among the first to go. Being orphaned at a young age and without many answers, he would find solitude in fighting his peers. Letting out his anger physically was a great source of protection for himself; not so much physically, as he was a pretty poor fist-to-fist fighter. Rather, Ant took a great deal of pleasure in pain, so much as to seek it out, providing him a false barrier for his emotions. He only had one friend that understood him, a younger girl named Ariadne, whom he met after inadvertently saving her from a group of boys bullying her (Ant just wanted a fight... he didn't even notice the girl they had cornered). Like Ant, she was also parent-less. This helped them share a common bond. For years their friendship grew stronger, and Ariadne helped Ant see the better side of people... until the two of them were cornered by a group of thugs, mugged under the assumption that they had anything of value; leaving Ariadne for dead. This only served to completely reverse any good will Ariadne left on Ant, leaving him the angry and pessimistic character that he still is today. A solid year of looking for fights, day in and day out, left him completely battered, to a point where he himself was left for near death in an alleyway... it seemed that was what he was looking for. But scientists working with the FrameWerk, seeking him out due to his parent's history as solid fighters, found Ant just in time... and had different plans for the destitute boy.

Motive to live: To prove his worth, and to protect "the few good" such as Ariadne from whomever he deems unfit to survive; Cruxi or otherwise.

Framewerk Code Name: Perry
Appearance.

Signature Weapon System: The name of the game is shock and awe. Perry has no capabilities whatsoever in terms of CQC. However, he is equipped with two dual "pistols" of sorts, which fire detonative rounds that cause wide-spread, highly explosive damage. They sound quite effective. In actuality, they are middling in actual effect. They are not accurate by any means, even at medium range (which is where Perry tends to be most effective for his purposes), and can even cause damage to his allies if they're close enough. Furthermore, the actual damage they enact is more emphasized on being slowly corrosive, causing damage over time. They benefit mostly from their fire rate to make up for the lack of accuracy, and consistency of damage. Enemies are further encouraged to attack Perry as, if left unchecked for an extended period, the damage Perry can leave to a large group of enemies is significant (emphasis on being over a long stretch of time).

The point of Perry is diversion and strategic breaks. Being one of the flashiest models (and at the same time flimsiest), both in terms of appearance and combat style, Perry is very capable at swiftly splitting massive hordes of enemies, essentially bringing bite sized platters for his more capable allies to handle in more manageable pieces; affectionately referred to by Ant as "The Reel". This is another detrimental aspect that makes Perry a potential threat for allies... get on Ant's bad side, and you may find yourself in a predicament where he uses the Reel to make things a little more "interesting" as opposed to helpful.

Secondary Weapon System: In addition to diversion, Perry is equipped with a strategic mine kit. These mines, having varying capabilities depending on the mission, are not effective during combat, as they are slow to set up and place. However, they can prove especially crucial in the preparation of combat when in situations where given time to defend. This adds to Perry's primary focus on being a defense mech, as opposed to being offense oriented.

Flight-Capability/Thrusters: In coordinance with Perry's primary duty of diversion, in addition to a lack of much offense or defense, the FrameWerk's combat speed and agility is unmatched. Seeing as even the slightest contact would lead to critical damage for Perry, maneuverability was made a top priority, with thrusters strategically placed so as to allow Perry to swiftly change and burst into new directions in a flash. However, this is only designed for combat, quick burst situations. As such, Perry is definitely average at best in terms of more "casual", long term flight capabilities.

Special Ability: ?

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Ian's smile dropped the instant he heard the name, taking an step back instinctively from Utau as he tried to hold back the flood of memories that the name brought with it. Sadly, it was for not, and one memory in particular pained him more than any other.

- Militant Cruiser, Turok sector, Outer Rim, 1 month ago-

Ian was sitting in a chair overlooking the empty void, trying his best to tune out his sister and her incessant need to sing along to every song by her favorite Idol, Utatu or whatever she was called. It wasn't that he disliked the music, it was decent enough, he just hated having to hear it a million times on a daily basis. If he heard that goddamn chorus from Kibou to Negai one more time, he'd through her music player out the air lock.

"Couldn't you at least use your headphones? Not everypne wants to listen to that stuff 24/7, you know."

Angela Blackwood, his foster sister and best friend, responded in the only way befitting the daughter of a highly decorated, high ranking officer, by sticking her tongue out at him. She had her hair cut and stlyed so that it resembled that of her Idol, even going so far as to dye her naturally black hair purple as well, though she'd had enough restrain to limit it to only the tips of her hair. So far gone was her obssession, she'd even went through a procedure to change the color of one eye to be the same as UTAU, making it a bright-ish purple instead of her normal light grey. "If you don't like it, you can go somewhere else, Ian, this is the closest thing we've ever had to a vacation, so I'm going to enjoy it as much as I want to, as loud as I want to." With that said, she turned her music up and gave Ian a familiarly mischievous smile that he couldn't help but return, having some fun despite his sister being her usual annoying self.

"I'll do just that, so later Lil' Sis, and have fun listening to your music . . . with out your phone!" Quick as a flash, Ian was down the halls of the ship with his sister's phone before she could comprehend what had happened. Ian couldn't help chuckling when he heard her cry of outrage, happy with the knowledge that she was too much of a lazy lump to get it back, plus she had another one anyway, so it really wasn't that much of a problem.

A couple hours later, Ian was near the lower decks of the ship, listening to some of his guilty pleasure UTAU favorites, like Kono Haato Tomaranai when he heard an alarm rung throughout the ship, the one for Cruxi attacks. His last thought before hearing those alarms, however, had been simple. I wonder how this UTAU chick is in real life.

Flashback End

That was the last time he had ever spoken to his sister, and the thought of it had been more than enough to cause tears to flow unbidden to his eyes. He came out of his mind when Sugma had left, coming to with a shock before he reached up to feel the wetness on his face, surprised to find tears before he went to wipe his eyes dry, an hollow chuckle escaping hus lips as he did so. "I'm sorry, it's just . . . my sister is, or was, a really big fan of yours. She played Kibou to Negai so many times I could probably recite it you by heart." That was a lie, he could recite it perfectly forwards, backwards, even sideways. He still had his sisters purple music player, had it in his pocket at this very moment. The day after the incident he's locked himself in his room for hours, staring at a spot on the wall while listening to his sister's playlist over and over again. He'd listen to them so much he could recite them all, though if he ever triednhe'd breakdown into an unintelligible mess of sorrow before he got through the second chorus. This is why you never look back. A voice he remembered and despised whispered to him, The only thing that comes from remembering tragedy is more pain.

"I'm sorry, but I think I'll . . . I'll just leave you to yoyr business." Ian walked away from the violet haired Idol so fast he was almost running, heading into the boy's bathroom, locking himself in a stall and just taking a second to compose himself. In a few minutes he'd walk out feeling as chipper as ever, but right now, he just needed to center himself in the present, lest he lose himself in his past.

[Assistant]
After hearing what both Antwon and Ian had to say, and finishing their meal, Korie sighed a bit to themselves and thinking a bit over what they had said. Before smiling towards Takeo and giving him a small wave. Unlike their normal smile, this one seemed genuine as they stood up and approached the vending machine once again, this time getting two more coffees with their card.

Approaching Antwon normally, they place one can in front of them and smiled softly. "I apologize for that, I was out of line… and you're right, I don't have any real answers," looking up, they smiled a bit more, trying to give off warmer feeling.

"If you feel like hitting me for what I said, then I understand. My advice was crude, and I know when I'm in the wrong, just know that we will have to get along since we will be on the same team."

Exiting the room with the extra can of coffee, but not before waving goodbye to Takeo and Antwon, Korie made their way to the restroom specially made for them due to their specific request. On the way there, they paused and watched as Ian went into the bathroom with a wet face. Sighing, Korie just waited until finally they came back out with their usual chipper attitude.

"Oh, Ian, I almost forgot, this one is for you. You will need something to wash down the taste of kissing a boy out of your mouth," spoke Korie as they shoved another can of coffee into their hand. Giving Ian a small smile, Korie punched Ian on the arm softly before heading towards their own special bathroom. "Sorry for earlier. Now, if you'll excuse me, I must use the little girl's room," they said as they entered the strange room that was undoubtedly a bathroom made specifically for them… which also had a sign that was equally confusing with a pear being strangled by a tentacle.

[User]
Iskander was introspective throughout most of the meet and greet. Seeing the others in the project he was a part of was almost surreal to him. This felt like deja vu. More child soldiers, another unwinnable war. He could have sworn that he was back in the Lemurian compound on Hyperborea , for how familiar this felt. He was a warrior, once again. Had he ever stopped being a warrior? The Hyperborean government had tried to force him to unlearn his training, but they couldn't undo what he had done. They couldn't take away the years spent training with sword and rifle. They couldn't take away the lives he took to dull him to killing. So, he supposed he was always a warrior. It was just now that he once again had a war.

He looked at his peers curiously. Offworlders, how strange they were, doing such odd things like kissing each other. Iskander had never kissed anyone; the path of a warrior left no time for that sort of thing. Iskander had only ever seen an Offworlder for the first time as a part of the Framewerk project, and now he was rubbing elbows with them constantly. Though he would be going to other worlds very often from here on out, he supposed. It excited him sometimes, traveling through the ether, sailing among the stars like Zurra, the Destroyer of Mu.

The others seemed to have some degree of training to a few of them, as far as Iskander could tell. Were they trained to fight the hordes of the Chaos Lord, as Iskander had done in recent months, or were they trained to kill men, like Iskander was at first? Iskander reminded himself to call the enemy "Cruxi," as the Hyperboreans had told him, even though his elders had identified them as the forces of Angsaar. Though the more Iskander learned about life outside of Hyperborea, the more he felt like his elders had been right. They had divined his fate to be that of a warrior. The Hyperborean therapists had told him he could be whatever he wanted. And here he was, still a warrior.

Iskander stayed to the side, still deep in thought, as he stared at the others complacently. An idle habit, his fingers wound their way through his long, silver braid, and his emerald eyes glimmered like distant nebulae.

[Assistant]
Approaching Antwon normally, they place one can in front of them and smiled softly. "I apologize for that, I was out of line… and you're right, I don't have any real answers," looking up, they smiled a bit more, trying to give off warmer feeling.

"If you feel like hitting me for what I said, then I understand. My advice was crude, and I know when I'm in the wrong, just know that we will have to get along since we will be on the same team."

Antwon, still hanging upside down like a koala, still peeved, didn't bother to look in Korie's direction; but he did snatch the coffee from her hand. He waited for her... him... he didn't know what to make of the situation, to leave. No, actually. We certainly don't have to get along, Antwon thought, his emotions having gotten the better of him. There was no team, yet, as far as he was concerned. The lot of them would have to at least make it through one battle (an actual battle, mind you, not a simulation) and actually survive to be considered such, as far as Ant was concerned. And even then, they were not a team by choice. In any case, Korie certainly didn't leave a good first impression on Antwon, and it would take more than a lukewarm cup of coffee to convince him that they were of any value in character; most certainly after such a brazen, personal, below-the-belt assault.

Antwon, upside down, noticed Zan in particular, who was off in his own far corner, doing some physical training of sorts. Ant couldn't help but admire someone who was as visibly dedicated, seemingly far more aware of how best to use his time compared with the rest of his peers, who were either skulking about just like Ant, or playing games. Zan's behavior made a particular impression on him. From Ant's ledge, he started doing some curls of his own, attempting to emulate Zan's training regimen.


[System]
Species: Goddess (You can feel free to consider her a genetically unique being, a construct of faith, or a human with a lot of powers, she doesn't really know or care to know)

Age: Physically about 6, chronologically 22, and if her scripture is to believed, her existence is a universal constant stretching back to the beginning of time and on to its end.

Description:

Though it rather irritates her, Sen is usually forced to wear some form of obscenely fancy and sensible clothing for events where she's acting in any sort of official godly capacity. As revenge she'll sometimes make herself look like the sort of child who should be standing next to another child in a hallway to talk about the real estate of their long dead ancestors. Still, austere can be a good image, or so they tell themselves when editing together the creepy goddamn footage. In any case, as a reasonable compromise for the sake of avoiding this, they often let her wear robes or togas, like one might imagine the olympians in. When in these outfits, she seems far more cute and cheerful.

Personality: Sen is, at heart, just a kid. She's curious, talkative, friendly, and innocent, but also short-tempered, oblivious, inexperienced, and foolish. She wants to do good by her followers, but she's not 100% clear on how, so she mostly just obeys her advisors and tries to get them to let her to do what she wants on occasion (for goodness sake).

History and how she got to the resteraunt:
 Religious people have, on the whole, probably started more wars in their efforts to bring peace and prosperity to all sentient beings than those sentient beings would've if left to their own devices. Some of them were of the opinion that the other bastards just wouldn't shut up and let them get on with spreading spreading the good word, but others saw the situation with a slightly more nuanced gaze and realized that if all the religious people could just agree on one god, which was provably better than all the others, then all these problems ought to go away.

 With that in mind, they set to work; they created a whole religion (scriptures and everything) based around the worship of an utterly omnipotent being who was so pure and innocent that they couldn't possibly bugger everything up like the others. With that (and the help of an old fashioned finite improbability drive combined with a damn good cup of tea), the religion of Perfectism (an irritating name that was unfortunately the best they could get that wasn't already copyrighted) was born, along with its Goddess, Sen.

 There was a problem, however. They hadn't quite accounted for what someone would need to be for them to be so utterly innocent like they had asked for, and it was to their extreme annoyance that when Sen finally appeared on the nice alter they had made for her, she was a little girl of about six years old, and she would stay that way, because they had been very clear that their god was an eternal one, damnit, none of this "Dead but dreaming," bullshit.

 An omnipotent little girl was not really something anyone wanted; sure, she wasn't vindictive or cruel, but she really wasn't cut out for the job. Worse, all her followers had to obey her orders (a fact that one of the scripture writers got fired over) so they couldn't really do too much to fix it. They sort of just had to guide her and go along with her ideas. When, for example, she was in a meeting with another god who mentioned the end of the universe, and somebody else mentioned that he had once had a damn good lunch there, she absolutely insisted on going to see it.

Universe she came from: Literally the hitchhiker's guide universe. Magic exists but usually isn't worth the trouble unless you were born with it, technology can do practically anything, and space travel has advanced to the point that the whole galaxy is at our fingertips, but we can't go too far past that.

[User]
The train came to an abrupt stop at the station, the sudden jolt waking Yylya who was sitting in one of it's seats. She became startled and confused, the only thought in her mind was that the train was about to leave! This was her stop for school! Yylya grabbed her bag and bolted out the door, just as the doors slammed shut behind her. She stood there for a while, breathless as the train started to depart.

That was when Yylya noticed that this was not her stop! She had got off one station too... Where was this station? Yylya didn't recognise it at all. Oh no! She must have caught the wrong line! Panicking, the girl looked around for the screens which said when the next train was coming. All of them were blank. There was no voice announcements and nor were there any other people standing around. The windows were closed and even the vending machine was turned off and empty.

"Where... am I?" she said the herself. "Hello? Can anybody help me?". There was no response. Yylya started to become worried. This felt like a dead town. What happened here? Did a nuclear bomb go off? Why would the train let her off here. Yylya looked towards the distance and there was no sight of the train. Her hands trembled a bit as she stepped towards the road outside, not finding anything. No vehicles, no guards, nothing.

All except for a building in the distance. She had an assignment due in today, so Yylya ran across the road and burst through the door. Not paying much heed to the other patrons, she rushed up to the bartender. "Excuse me, do you know where the nearest train station is? I have to go to school, but the one outside seems closed. Can you please tell me where I am?" asked the girl worriedly. Was class starting without her?

[Assistant]
Religious people have, on the whole, probably started more wars in their efforts to bring peace and prosperity to all sentient beings than those sentient beings would've if left to their own devices. Some of them were of the opinion that the other bastards just wouldn't shut up and let them get on with spreading spreading the good word, but others saw the situation with a slightly more nuanced gaze and realized that if all the religious people could just agree on one god, which was provably better than all the others, then all these problems ought to go away.

 With that in mind, they set to work; they created a whole religion (scriptures and everything) based around the worship of an utterly omnipotent being who was so pure and innocent that they couldn't possibly bugger everything up like the others. With that (and the help of an old fashioned finite improbability drive combined with a damn good cup of tea), the religion of Perfectism (an irritating name that was unfortunately the best they could get that wasn't already copyrighted) was born, along with its Goddess, Sen.

 There was a problem, however. They hadn't quite accounted for what someone would need to be for them to be so utterly innocent like they had asked for, and it was to their extreme annoyance that when Sen finally appeared on the nice alter they had made for her, she was a little girl of about six years old, and she would stay that way, because they had been very clear that their god was an eternal one, damnit, none of this "Dead but dreaming," bullshit.

 An omnipotent little girl was not really something anyone wanted; sure, she wasn't vindictive or cruel, but she really wasn't cut out for the job. Worse, all her followers had to obey her orders (a fact that one of the scripture writers got fired over) so they couldn't really do too much to fix it. They sort of just had to guide her and go along with her ideas. When, for example, she was in a meeting with another god who mentioned the end of the universe, and somebody else mentioned that he had once had a damn good lunch there, she absolutely insisted on going to see it.

 So, here she is, at Milliways. She doesn't look strange per say, she's wearing a comfortable robe (one of the best things the Greek gods invented, in her opinion) and has her hair long and intricately braided (which she hates, but her advisers insist is only proper; In reality, it's just so she'll at least somewhat match their branding). The only strange things, really, are the two guards flanking her, dressed in holy garb that rather clashes with the laser pistols they've got strapped to them. They're more there to keep her from screwing anything up, honestly, though an assassin could, in theory, simply shoot her and put an end to the whole church. Goddess she may be, but her body is still that of a child.

[User]
Sandra was asking for a refill on her cup of coffee. Wait, Sandra? She didn't look like a Sandra anymore; she didn't look like on before, but now even more so with that indifferent look on her eyes. John decided not to bother too much with the details and just poured her another coffee. "Here you go, Ma'am."

The diminutive dwarf covered in piles of fabric was asking for Octornapie. Octornapie. Octornapie. He pulled out his Guide from under the bar: a thin sheet of plastic with the knowledge of the worlds in it (along with small friendly letter on its side which for some reason says "ON'T PANI". It's slightly smudged). He scrolled through the screen. Octornapie. Octopipie? He remembered some squid-headed water god buying that to make fun of a linguist. No, that can't be it. Octornapie. Ah, here it is. A pie made of a specific variation of octopus.

John touched some buttons and went to the microphone at the back wall. "Hey. Someone ordered an Octornapie. I just sent the details. Get Ryan on the temporal drive to get the ingredients, alright?" John paused and glanced at his customer. They seemed completely famished. He went back to the mic. "Actually just get the pie there and bring it with you, just so- oh, ok. That was fast."

A door slid open on the wall, revealing a freshly-made octonarpie. John took it gingerly and served it to the fabric-clad dwarf. "Here you go. I hope it's to your liking."

John took a glance at the other customers. Levi was chatting, rather unhappily, with Mr. Trouble and his entourage. No problems yet on that front. And on the front door-

A teenage girl burst in.

"Train station? Ah, err." John blinked. Yet another person who only vaguely looked like someone who looked exactly like them. The new girl was the splitting image of Levi's previous companion, Yylya, but with wildly different temperament. "There's no train stations here, girl. This is the Restaurant at the End of the Universe." He pointed to the sign above his head.

And after that, from the front door, came a little robed girl flanked by guards. "Welcome to the Restaurant!" John waved merrily at at the newcomers. The Restaurant was getting some very interesting customers one after another.

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Just arrived:
- An omnipotent little girl, flanked by guards. All in holy robes.

People on the bar:
- Sandy Cane, a space bounty huntress, having her fries and hot dog.
- Ziggletrox the Destroyer, a dragon-shaped amoeba, perpetually drunk.

Chatting with each other:
- Levi, a bearded 33-year-old man in a sports jacket, sulking.
- Abigail, an Author's Ambassador, also an angry woman in a dress.
- The Infamous, flanked by scantily-armoured drow and vampire.

Ordering something to eat and drink
- Pridopus, a short figure covered entirely in fabric, awfully hungry.
- The Authoress, a teenage girl who previously introduced herself as "Sandra"

In a corner:
- Cledwynn Magouloura, a half-ghost half-mechanical, a bit tense.

Not seated:
- A teenage elven girl (Yylya)

Other Staff
- Robin, a human waitress, currently behind the bar.

[Assistant]
As the lighting altered itself, Cledwynn just sort of gasped in a startled manner. What, he had to wonder, was going on? He had zoned out for just a brief moment and was only barely taking into account what was said and what was taking place. He was prone to do this, and sometimes it stopped him from properly keeping up with the constantly increasing commotion. Knowing this, he explored the constructs of his mind for the smallest of timestamps, recalling what was said and what was happening. Someone said 'she's a telepath'... Who said that, and who was the subject in question? The lights dimmed, and Sandra ... was gone? Wait.. No, there she was, getting a refill on coffee, but.. something was off about her, which saddened him- he really didn't want to end their conversation so soon. Maybe it was his fault. No one, he felt, would find him interesting enough to hold conversation. Not if they got a sample of his drab personality, that is. At least, he felt that way. Before he could really figure that out, though, he noticed more people arriving.. oddly dressed men surrounded by women of the rather temptingly voluptuous variety, as well as.. a young child flanked by two guards.

A child? That caught his interest- a small child out in space, surrounded by men in spiritual garb, wielding what looked like toy pistols.

He hadn't realized it yet, but he was kind of awkwardly staring, his head tilted and a quirky yet confused look on his face.


[System]
Age: 24

Gender: Male

Appearance: Here he is

Canon, AU, or OC?: Canon

Universe of Origin: Samurai Jack

Personality: He is very shy around new people, and even after getting to know someone can be very quiet. He is still very unaccustomed to advanced technology, despite having already spent some time in a futuristic Earth. He sees most supernatural events as the work of demons or devils, and possibly even Aku. He is also known for being able to give very good, if sometimes cryptic, advice.

Abilities/Weapons: Jack is very highly trained in many ways of martial combat. He knows the Shaolin Praying Mantis, Tiger, and Eagle styles, Ninjutsu techniques, Greek wrestling and African stick fighting. He is well versed in a number of weapons that range from spears and staffs to nunchukus and shurikens. He is also an expert with a bow and arrow, capable of many difficult shots. However, his true skill is with his ancestral katana, passed down to him by his father, and forged by three gods. It is capable of cutting through almost any material, never dulls, and never breaks. He also possesses near superhuman strength and speed, and an incredible jumping ability, able to leap extreme heights with no injury from landing.

Backstory: Jack was born in Feudal Japan, to the Emperor of the time. His father was known for defeating the Demon Sorcerer Aku with a katana forged by the gods Odin, Ra, and Vishnu, and imprisoning Aku. However, when Jack was a young boy, Aku returned, killing and enslaving his people. Jack and his mother escaped, with his mother leaving him in the care of a merchant ship captain, so she could guard the ancestral sword until Jack's return. Jack traveled the world with various people, learning nearly every style of feudal combat. When he was grown, he returned to Japan, and claimed the sword. He then traveled to his home, and freed what remained of the people there, including his father. Once he had ensured their safety, Jack set out to defeat Aku once and for all. A great battle ensued, with Jack severely wounding Aku. But just as Jack was about to deliver the final blow, Aku cast a spell to send him into the far future, in a timeline where Aku ruled the world. Upon arrival, Jack was nearly crushed by a large trash compactor, but managed to escape quickly. This awed three male aliens, who stated how awesome 'Jack' was for escaping that. This is what gave Jack his new alias. He would then travel this new Earth, seeking a way to return to his own time. Eventually, he would stumble across a portal believed to return him. Instead, it was a carefully laid trap set by Aku, meant to send Jack to the Multiverse, and remove him from Aku's worries entirely. The trap succeeded, and Jack now finds himself lost in an even stranger world than the one he just left. Here he learned of the conflict between the UMMA, and those who would do harm to the Multiverse. He decided that siding with the UMMA could get him returned to his world, and better yet, his own timeline.

Faction: Factionless, but unofficially aligned with the UMMA. He may consider joining with the UMMA officially, but he has yet to make a full decision.

[User]
Gintoki
Gintoki stared at Saber for a moment before sighing. There was no point in getting confrontational, especially not with enemies on the horizon. Little miss 'King of Knights' here... No point in trying to argue with her here; if that day of binging through F█te stuff had taught him anything, it was that Saber didn't like having her ideas shot down in front of her.

"Nah, no problem here. If that's what you decide, then whatever. The enemy will be knocking at the front doors... Or the roof... Any minute now, so you might want to get yourself ready." he said, flicking his head in the direction of the doorway. "We'll be able to handle things in here, so go on ahead."

Suwako
Suwako looked around the town square, first in curiosity, then simply excitement. A western-style Medieval town! She hadn't seen one of these in FOREVER! Everything looked authentic- the streets, the buildings- heck, even the people were milling about with clothing from that time and place! This world-hopping thing was really turning out to be interesting!

"Well, this is... Pretty interesting! But... Where the heck is this 'Pensee', anyways? Anyone have a clue when... Or... Where we are right now?" she asked, leaping onto Black Rock Shooter's shoulders to get a better view of the place... Including all of the shocked villagers standing in front of them in awe. Huh. Well, that kind of thing was normal with something akin to a miracle happens, after all...

Kakine
The group's miniature journey was more or less at an end as Kakine walked up to the Windowless Building, Marisa in tow. The Teleporter who was there to meet the group was by no means a stranger; no, rather, she was one who he had had to deal with in the past.

"...Musujime Awaki. I don't believe you were still actively working for the city, last I checked." he said, a passing jab at the red-haired individual who was impatiently tapping her right foot whilst leaning against the building's wall.
"Contrary to your belief, beetle boy, this job actually pays quite well." Musujime responded in turn before pulling out her military flashlight and pointing it at him. "I'm under orders to drop you off and pick you up, but not stick around for the conversation, so... I'll be picking you up later."

Before Kakine could say another word, though, Musujime waved her flashlight at the group, simultaneously moving them all to Aleister's room. The sudden experience would be nauseating for most, but Kakine, being the way he was, wasn't fazed in the least. After all, in front of them now was the most important man in Academy City: Aleister Crowley.

"I see you've arrived." Aleister stated, his face as stone-cold as ever. "I trust your run-in with Imagine Breaker didn't cause much incident? There's only so much money we can put into repairs before the other scientists start becoming agitated, after all..."

Hazama
"S-seriously?" Hazama asked, fully in shock at the Leader's statement. He could take the soul? But something of this quality...
Alright. No time to freak out. This is a big one if there ever WAS one. To handle something of this caliber... Oh boy, he'd have to get to work as soon as possible. But first...

Hazama's eyes immediately turned to a pair of gloves on the desk next to him, which he promptly put on before proceeding to crack open the letter. He'd have to resolve this issue before working on the to-be Murakumo Unit, after all. Taking the letter out of the envelope, Hazama attempted to read it...

But to absolutely no avail, if only due to the sheer sloppiness of the handwriting.

"What? The hell is this? Can't even understand what the heck this is saying!" he exclaimed before laying the letter out on a nearby table.

"Geez... What a pain..." he complained as he used his glove-covered hands to carefully take the soul from the Leader's own. With a closer look at it now, Hazama was certain that this'd turn out something nice...

With a wave of his hand, Hazama pulled out Ouroboros, which proceeded to take the soul into its jaws and slip back to wherever it came from. He'd pull it out again, for sure, but... In a bit. Deciphering this mess came first.

[Assistant]
Lucina

Lucina had been told to follow until further notice, and so she followed, all the way to the Teleporter. (Apparently that's an occupation.)

Lucina is quite used to abrupt transportation through space and time at this point, and was not fazed (too badly) by the sudden transition. She looked up at probably the most important man in Academy City... not knowing who he was. "Excuse me, sir," she said to Aleister Crowley. "My name is Lucina. I was brought upon this city not by my own volition, but apparently by some form of scientific accident. Would you kindly explain why my presence, along with that of this apparently-somewhat-troublesome mage, is needed in this building?"

King Dedede

King Dedede leaned on his hammer. "So, we gettin' to investigatin' or what? Crime ain't takin' a holiday, that's for sure."

[User]
Misaka Mikoto--Pensee

Though the travel was disorienting, it wasn't quite the worst thing she'd ever had to experience, and unlike the bikini-wearing girl that went through before her she had a child providing a little bonus stability. The town they'd arrived to looked a lot more familiar than the desert ruins did, but only from similarity to the School Garden Tokiwadai was situated in. Even then, this place was a lot more authentically old, and had none of the technology.

Being here was making the girl happy, though. The girl who, the Railgun now realised, they hadn't asked for her name even after all the fighting was over. "Really? I'm glad. Also... can you tell us your name?"

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Kerri--Foecrusher

The blackguard caught the carelessly tossed explosives, handing them with some care to a grunt that would probaby have a better success rate with the device than a technologically-backwards swordswoman would. That the Ork refused to listen to others was annoying, but the warning had been given. It was simply a matter of making sure that as few soldiers as possible were diverted to his foolish plan of attack.

"I, in these circumstances, advocate a frontal attack due to the nature of our enemy, with minimal splitting of our forces. I can subjugate or daze the dead, and defeating them from there would be a simple task. This also poses no risk to our target."

[Assistant]
Jericus "Ing" Ignace- Pensee
The guardsman looked around at town "Throne damit we are on a medieval world I don't think there a space port on this planet." he said. The guardsman was relived that they made it through the portal safety without a gellar field. He was glade that daemon didn't do any horrible things to them as they crossed. Ignace walked up to one of the villagers "Excuse me citizen can you direct us to the nearest PDF outpost?" he asked to the nearest villager.

Argon Charr Shadow Eternity Vessel Foecrusher
Argon remained quite as his fellow agents augured among them selves over there plan of attack. "I agree with our swordwoman here that our best shot is a frontal attack on the castle." The mandalorian guested to the boxes of explosives behind were he was sitting. "I brought along a box of thermal detonators and it would be a shame if they were not used."

[User]
Kanji, Museum world

"My name is Kanji and I am from a small town in Japan called Inaba." Kaji glances back and watches the fire. "Man, that is not cool." He turns back to watch Cinder get in the cell and the other members of UMMA members that showed up. Cinders remark as she entered he cell rubbed Kanji the wrong way. "You better shut up before I go over there and deck you! I just met you and I'm already sick of your shit!"

[Assistant]
Jack - Castle Tepes
Jack was in complete agreement with the various plans laid out in defense of the Eye from Shadow Eternity forces. Noticing many were preparing to take their respective places in guarding, Jack stepped over to stand directly in front of the doorway to the eye, facing down the hall. He sat down into a meditative position, with his sword placed within arms reach, and used the the time of waiting to rest, and reflect on recent events. Jack found he was still quite amazed at all there was in the multiverse, and that he still had much to learn about the common sights and interactions within. Jack also contemplated fully siding with the UMMA, seeing it could be of great benefit in both finding the way back to his own time, and having aide in the inevitable battle with Aku when he returns. Despite the importance of the thoughts, Jack eventually found himself drifting into a very light sleep, still ready to spring into action at a moments notice.


[System]
Georgina Anne Berglund

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Birthday
February 12th.

Age
16.

Gender
Female.

Sexuality
Heterosexual.

Relationship Status
Single.

Scars, Tattoos, Piercings
Basic lobe ear piercing on each ear.

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Likes & Dislikes
Likes

• Fall weather
• Long road trips
• Bonfires
• Late night phone calls

Dislikes

• Working hard
• Being rushed into things
• Being too neat
• Nosy people

Hobbies
• Knitting
• Horseback Riding
• Painting

Habits
• Chewing gum LOUDLY
• Dragging her feet
• Not returning texts

Fears
• Spiders
• Railroad tracks
• Getting stuck in Iowa her whole life

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Personality
• Silly • Procrastinator • Loyal • Unorganized •

Biography
Georgina was named after her grandmother that she never met. A great start to a life worth of not doing too much in a town that never saw too much action. Thankfully she was born into the age of technology and has the internet and the handful of electronics she owns to keep her busy. When not going to school she tends to get into mischief with her group around town, rather it be going out into the woods or eating burgers and drinking malts at the diner in town.

Gina is closest to her father in the respect of her parents, she admires him for being the head of the family, and always keeping his cool when mom tends to freak out and overreact. She envies her older sister, and tries to avoid babysitting duty at all costs. Not too much family drama can be heard from the Berglund family as far as other residents of Alta Vista are concerned.

Family Members
• Father: Stephen Berglund: 39. Car Repairman.
• Mother: Anne Berglund: 37. Housewife.
• Older Sister: Christine Berglund: 18. Iowa State student.
• Younger Brother: Jacob Berglund: 5 months.

Your Mahlimae
Mahlimae Six

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Relationships Between Friends
• Sebastian Christopher Monroe:
• "We've been friends for ages, I don't see that changing."
• Gina's mother and Sebastian's mother had been friends for awhile before the two were even born. They shared their troubles of their strained marriages, and shared their excitements of their first children going off to college. Gina and Sebastian aren't exactly alike but their similarities have kept them going for now. She sees him like a great big brother.

• Kestin Zane Alderson:
• "You'll open up to me someday, won't you?"
• Zane and Gina's older siblings met and started dating in middle school, which ultimately led the two to be forced into interaction with one another from a relatively early time. The two get a long for the most part, but Gina can be a bit bothersome when she wants answers from the secretive Zane, but he has always treated her kindly and the two would be there for one another if needed.

• Raven Newell:
• "Please, don't tell anyone about my stuff!"
• Raven and Gina are creative souls. They've been in several art classes together and even attended an after school art club together during junior high. Which created their friendship that they have going on now. The girls bonded over a few other things, but painting is their foundation. Gina is first in line to tell Raven that her art is "freaking amaze-balls" and won't let her tell herself other wise.

• Connor Dunworth:
• "And I thought I was a lazy bones."
• Connor and Gina are double trouble when it comes to getting things accomplished. They once had a project together in a class and ended up waiting to start it during lunch hour before the class. They did not pass, and the two we're not too happy about being partners ever again. When it is time to relax and have a chill time though, these two are two peas in a pod and get along quite well.

• Parker Quinn:
• "Small thought about friend"
• A little more in depth relationship. This will change as the roleplay goes on. People can become closer, farther apart. Even romance can blossom. It's all up to you.

• Isaura Eldars
• "Small thought about friend"
• A little more in depth relationship. This will change as the roleplay goes on. People can become closer, farther apart. Even romance can blossom. It's all up to you.

• Ignatius llywelyn
• "Small thought about friend"
• A little more in depth relationship. This will change as the roleplay goes on. People can become closer, farther apart. Even romance can blossom. It's all up to you.

[User]
The piercing sound of shattering glass made Zane flinch and turn to where the sharp noise had come from, immediately taking notice that Lauryn had a rock in her hand and that a window met an untimely end. As the rock descended towards the ground, he took a deep breath to calm the small feeling of uneasiness the noise had caused before glancing at the others. Gina seemed eager to go first, and by all means Zane didn't mind it. He'd let everyone who wanted to go first go, and then he'd go in afterward. He watched as she gestured for them to come inside, mentioning how the place stunk. Zane assumed that was probably going to be the norm with this place, seeing as it didn't look like it'd seen any sort of cleaning or attention in years, maybe decades. Thinking back to entering the house close to last, It would save him from having to answer Gina's coming questions as well, at least for a little bit, and he could prepare saying his answers in his head in the meantime.

With several I'm not sure and I don't knows later playing in his head, he watched as Sebast was the next to climb into the house through the shattered window. Now that he thought about it, there was a high chance one of the other windows being broken with the state of this house… But it's not like it mattered now. The place was in rough shape, and he doubted adding another window to list of things that are messed up to it would really effect the place. It was unlikely anyone lived in this wreck, though it did raise the question of where this house came from in the first place. He hadn't questioned it at first, but he had thought the gang had explored every inch of this town, even the outskirts. So, why had they missed this? He'd definitely make note of it when he got home by sketching the place from memory, and he wondered if Lauryn would do the same. She'd probably give him a bit of hassle for it if she ever saw it, but he appreciated it nonetheless. After all, at least she was genuine in telling him how bad some of the things he did was.

Now, he simply waited for someone else to go, unless they didn't want to take that first step. To signify this, he simply gave a thumbs up towards the rest.

[Assistant]
Hearing the glass breaking along with the suggestion of going through the window and the fact that the door was now unlocked from the inside thanks to the efforts of Gina and Lauryn, Titus was not all to excited for the fact he couldn't bust in the door Tch....great...the town is already boring as it is but now I'm denied a chance to kick in a door for the first time... he said simply following in after the others went through the window, right through the same door he wanted to kick in.

Looking around in this fucked up house, he listened to what the others about how disgusting the place was. The smell itself was enough to make anyone who had sinus or allergy issues choke. Then hearing what Sebast said  "This house creeps me out. Kinda reminds me of the house a demon would camp out in." Toc smirked while pulling out his spliff and placing it in between his lips before trying to fire it up. I really don't give a fuck about who's house it used to belong to. I'm just trippin' about how the fuck we've missed this house all these years as small as this town is. And if this is a house of paranormals....I say....bring the weird shit on. Never smoked weed with a demon before. You know how fuckin famous we'd be to claim this place and got the paranormals on our side? he said lighting up his spliff.

[User]
"You crazy bitch!"

Lauryn couldn't help but smile as she watched the small girl climb through the window. Knowing that there was no way in hell that she was going to be able to climb in through the window without cutting herself on broken glass, she opted to go in through the front door as soon as Gina had unlocked it. The instant she stepped foot into the old, musty house, however, she covered her nose and groaned in disgust. "What the fuck is that awful smell?" The pungent smell of mildew and mold filled her nose, and the dust made her eyes water. The girl couldn't help but shudder as she continued to walk around, carefully surveying the house. There was a gaping hole in the ceiling, and stained, faded floral prints covering each wall. The carpet, she noticed, was a faded gray color, damp in the spots nearest the broken windows. The place was a complete dump, as far as she could tell, but that didn't stop her from walking even deeper into the mysterious house.

"Whoever lived here has been gone for a long time." she said as she neared the staircase. "This place is disgusting. Cool, but disgusting." When she reached the stairs, she carefully placed her foot on the first step, testing it out before she would attempt to go upstairs. "I still don't see how we managed to miss a bright ass yellow house," she said, deciding against climbing the stairs and making her way back towards the group, "I mean, we've been around these parts countless times, and we know everyone that lives around here. This town ain't that big."

"This house creeps me out," Sebast said, "Kinda reminds me of the house a demon would camp out in." She opened her mouth to say something more, but froze before the words could come out.

Did she hear something?

The hairs on the back of her neck rose as she took another nervous glance around the room. It was bad enough that the house gave her the creeps, but all the talk about demons and such had her feeling paranoid. She closed her mouth and looked over her shoulder, her eyebrows furrowed. She had the strange feeling that she was being watched.

[Assistant]
As the rest of the group entered the house, Sebastian wandered towards the stairs. He passed Lauryn and placed his first foot on the step, looking upward as he rested his weight on it. Without considering the stability, he started to climb the structure, only pausing when it gave a disconcerting creak in response to his presence. He froze and looked at the stairway, considering the best option for ascending it. The right side seemed particularly sturdy in comparison to the rest of the structure, and so he chose to hug the wall with his body as he shimmied up the stairs. The groups chattering became vaguely distant as he reached the top floor, looking around in a jumpy manner.

The upstairs was comprised of two perpendicular hallways, one of them running from left to right of the stairwell and the other continuing straight in the direction the stairs faced. He uncertainly tested his weight on the second level's floor before turning back around to face the group. "The upstairs looks like it's in pretty good shape," He commented, attempting to disguise his trepidation towards the house. "But it smells like a frickin' dumpster." Sebastian began breathing through his mouth to lower the chance of him smelling the moldy air as he glanced around the upstairs, scared to turn his back on what he hoped was the empty second floor.

The faded grey carper continued upstairs, covering most of the floor except where it had been torn up in a few places by God knows what. Portraits of unknown figures were hung on the walls, however over the years they had faded significantly, now appearing more like twisted monsters than decent humans. Candle holders hung on the walls, causing Sebastian to wonder exactly how old the house was. He could at the end of the hallway on the left a second set of stairs continued to ascend upwards, presumably to the attic.

"Any of you guys wanna join me up here?" Sebastian asked, turning to the rest of the group. "It's-" His words were cut short when a small scampering noise came from behind him, accompanied with what sounded like a faint voice. Sebast's head whipped around as he studied the hallway behind him with wide eyes. His heart rate skyrocketed as he held his breath, waiting for a second noise to occur. But it never came.

"Guys, there's something up here." Sebastian hissed, hoping the rest of the group could hear as he began to slowly move back towards the stairs. Unwilling to take his eyes off of the no longer vacant hallways, Sebastian continued back until his foot reached the top of the stairs. The hairs on his neck stood up as he slowly surveyed the second floor. He knew that it was probably a squirrel or a bird, however he couldn't help to shake the irrational trepidation he was experiencing.


[System]
Age
16
Place of Residence
144 Courtland Street
Personality Traits
Adventurous: Gabi has a zest for life that's undeniably a significant part of her personality. She's never one to sit something out if it sounds fun, especially something new. Though she of course exercises restraint in situations that are obviously and blatantly dangerous, she likes to get out and about and will do just about anything (within reason) once. An experience is nothing to miss out on, and even if it's not anything particularly meaningful, she doesn't consider anything fun to be a waste of time.

Energetic: Befitting someone who likes to be near-constantly doing things, Gabi has a lot of energy. Too much, depending on who you ask. Gabi would definitely be considered an extrovert, as spending time with her friends is a hell of a mood booster in and of itself. She's also decently athletic, and has fun with certain types of exertion like off-road bicycling, hiking, and swimming. Her energy extends to less physically-focused hobbies too. Once you get her talking about her favorite dinosaur, it's hard to get her to stop. God have mercy if you ask anything about alligators.

Affectionate: Gabi tends to be that friend who's very open with friendly affection, physical or otherwise. Whether it's a held hand, an arm draped over the shoulder, or even the occasional platonic smooch to the cheek, if Gabi cares for you and you're comfortable with it, you'll know. Outside of being physically doting, she isn't shy about telling her friends she loves them. She's definitely the type to blast someone with dozens of heart emojis when she's in a particularly good mood.

Superstitious: Nobody could tell you exactly what caused it, but Gabi is a firm believer in things beyond the normal human perception. Aliens? Most likely. Ghosts? Almost definitely. While the expedition turned out to be more a night of goofing off in the woods, Gabi has attended a bigfoot hunt more than once and was firmly determined to capture _something,_ at least before five hours of nothing in particular had passed. All the same, she maintains an interest in cryptozoology, whether local or foreign. It's not her primary hyperfixation, but it intrigues her enough to engage in.

Stubborn: Though she's generally nice and she does her best to be so, Gabi undeniably has something of a headstrong attitude too. She's not one to give up easily or drop a point when she feels it's worth arguing over, and she tends to judge a bit too quickly and hold fast to those perceptions. While not exactly a flagrant behavioral issue, she has a low tolerance for people who aren't outwardly kind and holds grudges for longer than is healthy. Unfortunately, her protectiveness of her little brother has caused him some issues with other kids his age that Gabi doesn't realize she's partially the root of, and when particularly upset, she has a tendency to lash out at people she has grievances with.
Family History/Backstory
Mother: Laura Mendez, née Anglana
Father: Martin Mendez
Brother: Jeffrey Mendez
Grandfather: Yusuf Anglana

Gabi is an Everbrook local. Her grandfather moved from Somalia to America with his daughter during her youth. Her father is of Costa Rican descent and has had family in the state for as far back as their records exist. Gabi's parents met in Everbrook after they had both moved there in the early 2000s, in the midst of a mass migration of Somali immigrants to Maine.

Gabi was born on April 4th, 2004. She was lucky enough to have a good childhood, full of formative interests that would last for years to come. She did, however, experience her fair share of bullying as a young kid, especially throughout middle school. Being of lower class, mixed ethnicity, and displaying signs of some budding mental illness created a rough environment, one that she eventually began to fight tooth and nail against. Gabi racked up a number of infractions, both for minor grievances in class and for engaging in a few full-on brawls.

Despite the trouble she got into, her grandpa supported her completely. It wasn't hard to recognize why some of the shit she got was coming her way in the first place. Gabi naturally grew very close to her grandpa, which made his health's decline all the more harsh on her. In Gabi's freshman year of high school, he became severely ill with intestinal cancer. The severity of his condition necessitated hospitalization out-of-town in Portland, and for the past year, Gabi's made it an effort to visit him as much as possible.

Lately though, that's gotten difficult. Whether it was car issues, road work, work scheduling, or inclement weather, Gabi and her family have been unable to leave the city limits of Everbrook to go and visit him. His antiquated experience with technology has even made so much as a video call near impossible, and the stress of not being able to see him has been getting to her.

Gabi believes something weird is going on. The amount of times her potential visits have been stopped short are starting to feel like more than a coincidence, but whatever it's related to, she has no idea.
Other Info

* Gabi has a lot of fun with off-road biking. She rides and maintains a hardtail mountain bike both for riding in the woods and in town.
* Gabi likes to dance and enjoys EDM. Her other favorite genre is 80's rock.
* Gabi loves both paleozoology and marine zoology. She's by no means encylopedic but she finds those types of animals the most interesting.
* Gabi's favorite animal is the alligator. She had a short obsession with Steve Irwin as a child, and she owns a life-sized alligator stuffed animal. Its name is Al E. Gator.
* Gabi is currently unemployed and believes herself far too stubborn to maintain a job in a retail setting. She's entertained taking a veterinary assistant course after high school or perhaps trying her luck as a zookeeper in a bigger city.

[User]
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Amira silently chastised herself.

"Here, let me see that," she motioned for him to hand her the journal. Apparently, Will's sister had mentioned the mine and Amira instantly felt a lump form in her throat. On occasion, Carl and his family had been invited over her home for dinner. There, he would go on with one of his many stories, one which had been about an incident down at the mine. To her, in the safety of her large, well-lit dining room, the stories never lingered over her. But now, it was a bit more real. Not that Amira had been forced into helping him out, but rather, it was her own curious mind doing the work.

The girl briefly read the entry before giving him back the journal.

"That sounds about right..." Amira whispered to herself. She took out her phone, spending a moment deleting some notifications she'd received in the short time she wasn't paying attention to the device. The girl then tried to do a quick location search on the map but it was awfully slow, too slow for her liking. "I could get us there if only this thing would tell me how," she glanced over at Jessica with a shrug. Amira honestly didn't mind doing the driving, but she'd rather not end up lost somewhere without service. Trying once more, she force closed the app before restarting it again, only to be met with the same fate. "Sorry, it doesn't seem to want to work for me," she added, shaking her head.

[Assistant]
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Location: Court Street, Everbrook Public Library

Date: May 28th, 2020

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"The old mine? It's not that far off from that old, abandoned building up in the hills that looks like someone forgot to clean up after Halloween. The Raeburn Lodge, I think they call it?" Asélie replied, approaching Will and the others. "Anyway, I might just know a couple of bozos that sneak their way in to drink out of sight. I could call and ask them if they would be willing to sneak you guys in later today, but only if you all swear to keep your mouths shut and don't rat anyone out."

Reaching into her pocket, Asélie pulled out her phone and clicked on her contact list. Maybe she was making a mistake bringing them up, considering some of the vibes Asélie had been getting from their motley crew. Some, like Will, gave off the appearance of a goody two-shoes, teacher pet-like character that would crack easily under pressure, and Asélie didn't need any trouble from her parents, the law, or anyone else. But James still owed her some weed, and she might be able to snag a favor down the road for helping Will and the others, so offering to lend a hand would at least kill two birds with one stone.

"So, what will it be, Will? You in or out?"

[User]
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 Everbrook Public Library
Court Street. May 28th 2020.

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 "So, what will it be, Will? You in or out?"

The fact that so many had come back to help Will made him sigh with relief. Maybe it wasn't as bad as the Prescott girl had made it out to be. The girls that had surrounded him all seemed willing to at least check the mine out, which meant that he wouldn't be alone in this. "Of course I'm in." he nodded to Asélie.

He looked back at the other girls. "It'll probably be dangerous. I understand if you guys don't want to go too."

[Assistant]
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Everbrook Public Library
May 28th 2020

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 Jessica shook her head before giving a soft smile to Amira as she spoke,"It's alright, shit happens. I can always look it up later but thanks for trying." She should have known better that the signal up here wouldn't be the best. Instead of worrying about the location details, she listened to Asélie explain that she might know a way to get them in which was the first half of any battle. A way in and one that had been successful more than once was better than stumbling in blind and running into problems. "I won't say anything, the last thing I want is to rat someone else. Besides, if I did, then I would have to admit that I was there or did it as well.", she stated with a small shrug, looking to Will to see if he was on board with that idea.

The answer was really no surprise to Jess. If she had been in Will's shoes, she knew she would be in even if there was a risk. It was nice that he was worried about them. She didn't know how the others felt about it but she was game for a bit of adventure. "It's only dangerous if you don't prepare for the possibilities. We just need to be smart about how we enter, make sure to stick together, have some way to lead us back out if there are too many paths, and some light so we don't rely on a system that may no longer work or cause problems. We've got this!", she replied with determination.

[User]
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 Everbrook Public Library
Court Street. May 28th 2020.

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 Will walked outside of the library, unlocking his bike from the bike rack in front of the building. "I don't think I can borrow my parent's car tonight," he muttered to himself. His eyes gazed towards Abigail, as she stood by her car in the parking lot. Why the hell was she still here?

Will sighed and walked his bike over to where the Prescott girl stood. "Hey, look-" he started, his eyes downcast as he tried not to even look at her. "I'm sorry I got all wigged out in there. I understand if you don't believe in any of this, but I still want to know why my sister and those other kids died. That's all. No ghosts, no stupid horror movie shit, I just want answers.

[Assistant]
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"I'msorry." She quickly retorted before the rest of the group could be in earshot as she tightened her grip around her arms. "Yeah, whatever, right. I get it. Where are we going?"

It was probably not the response that Will expected out of the "blue blood", but Abbie always tried to be honest. Her sense of pride was strong, sure, but in situations like this where things smelled off she always went with her gut and her gut told her to own up to it before anybody else could notice and help Will get some answers. Even if she didn't entirely believe in a supernatural element, part of her always knew something was up with the town's history.

"You're paying for gas, wherever it is."