[System]
Female
Age 24
Appearance
5'6"
Lean flexible athletic build
Light skin (Japanese)
Appears to have shoulder length jet black slightly spikey hair from the front. However her hair splits into parts, taking the longer half and tying it together at the neck into a downwards facing ponytail that reaches her middle back.
Medium sized ahoge, more of angular/rigid spike shape, changes based on their mood/emotions. And electrical charge in battle.
Dark drab blueish-gray/steel left eye.
Yellow right eye with a slit shaped pupil.
Eyebrow over her left eye has a slit break in it towards the outer middle.
Irezumi tattoos:
Right arm- Nagasode style sleeve tattoo extending down to her wrist. Nara black wind bars for a background, with a green snake with a red belly coiling down her arm with it's head ending at her outer wrist.
Left arm- Shichibu style sleeve tattoo extending down to her middle forearm. Nara black wind bars for a background, with a blue snake with a yellow belly coiling up her arm with it's head resting on the front of her upper shoulder. Kanji for Mamushi 蝮 (pit viper) tattooed in black on the inner blank space of her forearm.
Back- Her entire back is covered in large nara black ink clouds for a background. And a large tattoo of the giant 8 headed and tailed snake Yamata no Orochi, various flowers, and lightning bolts in the foreground.
Slightly elongated fang canine teeth on the top and bottom as compared to normal people. Teeth are overall sharper.
Ear piercings- Left: Two slim steel rings on their lobe. Helix cuff.
Right: Circular silver stud on their lobe. Smaller steel cuff at the middle of the outer ear/lower helix.
Black painted nails.

Customized slightly oversized black leather asymmetrical moto jacket. Worn unzipped with belt hanging loose.
Steel curb chain necklace that extends down to her chest. Medium sized silver upside down cross pendant.
Zip-up black hoodie. Worn under her jacket with the hood laid over the jackets collar. Worn unzipped often with the sleeves pulled up to her elbows.
Vintage oversized heavy metal band T-shirts, some with the sleeves cut off. Worn over fishnet shirt. (Metallica, Slayer, Iron Maiden, Led Zeppelin, Megadeth)
Long sleeve black fishnet shirt. Sleeve extends into a fishnet fingerless gloves on the left but is cut off at the wrist on the right.
Silver signet ring on right middle finger with an upside down cross engraved in it.
Mokume-gane Ouroboros shaped ring with pink jeweled eyes on left index finger.
Steel cuban link chain bracelet on right wrist.
Steel studded black leather belt.
Steel chain hanging down at her right side. One end attached to a belt loop, the other to a pocket watch manadial.
Worn/faded slim dark indigo Japanese selvage denim jeans. (Black or stonewash alt. colors)
Black with white accents Onitsuka Tiger Mexico 66 running shoes.
Black calf length open toe and heel socks.

Secondary hairstyle reference (Somewhere in between the two)

Close type of ponytail style reference

Raiya specializes in destructive magic. She is a master of electrical spells, and ruinous spells. She has a great foundation in most all Catholic magics as well as some Japanese Zen Buddhist/Shinto magic. As with her fascination of Japan, she also has a great fascination with snakes and has developed snake themed fighting style and magic. Every so often she sheds her skin, this makes her immune to aging. With her magic powers, she also has the ability to control certain light metals.

Raiya's parents, Japanese immigrants, owned a successful Japanese cuisine restaurant chain in New York City. Both parents died in a burglary gone wrong leaving Raiya orphaned in infancy. With a large mana constitution, Raiya was immediately adopted by the Catholic cathedral and put into mage training. Growing up in the New York Cathedral, she always shadowed Felix and thought of him as her older brother. Raiya was always proficient in magic, and her studies reflected that. Raiya achieved the rank Grand-Mage at the age of seventeen. At the age of twenty she was sent with two other grand-magi to investigate the sudden disappearance of a remote village in Italy. The village was razed, not so much as a 2x4 left standing upright. Investigating the trace of mana waves left by the spell she made her way to a nearby mountain where she found on a cliff-side the definite point of origin of the spell. Looking around the point of origin she found footprints. The foot prints looked exactly like the sole tread of a typical Catholic Magi officer. The level of destruction and the fact that the mana waves left by the spell accounted for only one spell, coupled with the footprint meant the evidence pointed toward an Arch-mage or higher to be the cause of the destruction. Once she returned to the Vatican, she provided the evidence in a council meeting. The council thanked her for the evidence provided but stated that they would be conducting the investigation from then on. Even though the council told her to no longer investigate this issue, Raiya continued the investigation on her own. Looking into the records of those who were gone the night of the destruction of the remote village, she narrowed it down to two, Arch-mage Thadeus and Arch-mage Felix. After obtaining this information, Raiya investigated both Thadues and Felix's living quarters. She discovered that Felix had never even worn his uniform boots, as he wore his own more comfortable combat boots. Thadeus, on the other hand, did not have any other pairs of footwear besides the ones on his feet, which were the uniform boots. Learning of this information but knowing the Vatican council would never listen to her, she approached Felix whom she knew was innocent. She told Felix all of the information she had obtained, but Felix brushed her aside saying that the Vatican was conducting their own investigation and to go against their demands to keep the investigation within their selected team would mean excommunication, even if the information was correct. Felix told her that he would not tell anyone about her own investigation, but pleaded with her to keep quiet about the issue until the Vatican completed their investigation. Raiya couldn't believe what she was hearing, that her cold hard evidence was being brushed aside because of protocol. But what's more, that the investigation team was comprised with Thadeus's brother as a member meant surely that Thadeus would never be convicted of this crime. All of this put into perspective Raiya's membership with the magi, and soon after she left the magi and Catholicism altogether. When she left two others left with her, the other two grand-magi that were on her initial investigation team with her. Soon after they left, they returned to NYC. Because the Vatican saw them as Apostates, they froze all their accounts and social security information, forcing them to make money through means less savory. Instead of falling into despair, Raiya and her two peers adopted the shady lifestyle altogether. Through their magic abilities, it wasn't long before they were running the biggest criminal organization in NYC. Raiya still resides to this day in NYC with the other two magi as her right hand women.

Raiya is seemingly devoid of any positive emotion. Her normal demeanor could be described as aloof. She is seen as a hard nosed, unwavering leader. This makes her well respected by her subordinates in the gang she runs. Though, to those who know her well enough she can be lighthearted. She has a short temper and a low tolerance for annoyances. In her annoyed state she has no problem threatening her friends with one of her sushi knives she keeps in her inner coat pocket, or electrocuting them with her magic. She loves Japan, even though she wasn't raised there herself. Her fanaticism for Japan runs so deep that she has Japanese tattoos, and has even taught herself the language perfectly. She is an excellent chef and specializes in Japanese cuisine. Even though she isn't very sociable, the few friends she does have are kept close to her and she protects them.

[User]
The golem utilized the Paragon of Espial the way it was meant to be utilized, in order to gather information through observation. Its immediate assessment of the group were that the only two threats were Raiya and Nemo. This was the flaw in the formula that programmed the golem that would eventually lead to its ultimate defeat.

As Travis approached, the golem kept its eye Nemo, predicting his moves. It did not, however, predict the scholar and his usage of a mana efficient deep cryo-storm spell. The rune burst forth with a blizzard tempest that quickly froze the giant construct in its place.

The quick freeze spell momentarily disabled the construct, but it quickly rebooted and assessed the damage. Noticing it was frozen, it began to prepare an ignis spell to thaw itself out, the spell would take only a half a minute to activate and fully thaw out the construct.

Raiya raised an eyebrow at Travis and the new rune that she had never seen before. If he ends up taking a liking to Nemo, he could be trouble. Raiya mentally noted.

[Assistant]
Nemo took action as soon as Travis' spell activated. That'll do splendidly. He released his own spell underhand, emitting a football sized ball of white energy traveling as fast as he hurled it. The spell didn't seem all that impressive until it reached about halfway to the golem, speeding up and transforming into a giant X mid-flight about one third the size of the golem itself.

As it approached, the remainder of the blizzard covering the golem seemed to be dispersed by the energy emitting from Nemo's own spell. Sensing the oncoming danger, the ignis spell was overcharged, breaking it's arms lose at the last second. It attempted to generate a magic shield backed by it's massive arms, but Nemo knew it would be pointless. The spell he used was the same type he defeated the late Garvian Stellos with, and one of his strongest. It combined both his raw power and his anti-magic capabilities.

The spell collided with the barrier, instantly shattering it and continuing onto the golem itself. It exploded once it connected with the golem, transferring all the energy forward, ripping through both its arms, and it's body itself. While the front of the golem sustained heavy damage, most of the energy expanded outwards, completely hollowing out the back of it.

Nemo himself was already on the move, he closed in on the golem while it was weak like a jackal. Once in good range he used his warp spell to transport him to the paragon as quickly as possible. Without it's arms, and still reeling from both Travis' and Nemo's attacks, it had nothing left to stop Nemo from plucking the gem from it's socket in time.

Nemo surgically removed the paragon from it's rocky setting, immediately causing the body of the golem to collapse. He dismounted from it before it crashed to the ground, crumbling back into rubble.

After getting back onto solid ground, Nemo strolled back up to the group. He eyed the gem in his hands much like a jeweler would, fascinated by its power but more so by it's beauty. He eventually looked to Travis. "That was a wonderful display, Travis. Very avant-garde. Here, how about you hold it." Nemo complimented him before suddenly tossing him the paragon.

"And you" Nemo continued as he looked over to Raiya, holding his hands up and giving a light but frantic clap for a few moments as he shifted over to her. "I'm glad to see someone can still take it easy around here. High strung people can really start to give me a headache." Nemo explained as he began to almost violently hit himself over the head a few times during his last words. "It's not often I get to have a real audience, so I hope that I can really surpass your expectations, hmm?."


[System]
Character Sheet
Alias: Vector

Age: 17

Gender: Male

Skills: Some martial arts skills, mostly a freestyle fighter. Slight tech knowledge. Knows many machines and things inside and out, but doesn't really know what they do all the time.

Powers: Speed Force Conduit: Think powers like the Flash, speedsters. I can get in depth if needed, but know that I won't be over extravagant and if anything needs explained I would be glad to do so. It's just a lot to write.

Equipment: Costume made of adaptive molecules, capable of slight adaptation to appear as a set of normal clothing (hoodie, Tshirt, jeans and shoes). Made of a frictionless material common for speedster suits so they don't tear off or ignite at high speeds.

Personality: Very easy going. Might seem full of himself but that is unintended and untrue. With his mind processing faster than everyone else, he tends to skip things or seem rushed. But he has a heart of gold and is very caring. Sometimes he gets nervous around girls, even though he can't help but flirt, and he always has a cheery disposition.

History: Jack Hawke was a pretty ordinary kid, running track through school and getting good grades. He was always absent minded and a bit of a dreamer, sometimes walking through the city for hours just watching people as he dreamed. It was on a day like that when he witnessed a car crash happen almost right next to him. When he snapped out of his trance, he saw a third car coming and a woman in danger of being hit in the collision. Jack ran as fast as he could, completely missing the power lines that had fallen in the water in front of him. When he struck the water, he saw the whole world slow down around him, as a sharp pain coursed through his body, and suddenly he was on the other side, holding the woman in his arms. He fled the scene quickly, unsure of what had happened to him.

After some talks and study, Jack learned that he had somehow become connected to the speed force. He spent a time alone, trying to get a hold of his new abilities. It all seemed to come naturally to him.

Eventually, he decided that it would be good to learn some formal instruction, and decided that the H.I.V.E. would be a good place to start. And so he rushed headlong in, although as we will find out, a speedster is ALWAYS late.

Appearance: Jack is about 5'9" and about 160 pounds. He has bright green eyes and very light, feathery brown hair that is a bit longer, down to his jaw line at some spots, and unruly at all times. It usually looks blown back and sits well enough. Very slim build, with a decent musculature all around. Wears a grey hoodie and pants, and running boots that look normal, except for the alterations and stylings that make the outfit appear similar to the costume. More of an improvised civilian version. Pictured below.

Vector's costume covers him fully from head to toe, with a full mask and covered white eyes. They're are two small wings on either side of the head (similar to Flash's lightning bolts, but smaller), and styled with a few lines over the mouth vertically, giving it a skull type appearance. His suit in general is a gunmetal grey, with dark silver and almost white-gold lines crossing it to make a lightning pattern across the suit and make the lightning bolt on his chest. The second knuckles of the gloves up to the elbow appears to be slightly armored, as well as the boots appear to be made of some metallic material and go up to cover the shins and knees. The whole suit is sleek and aerodynamic, the frictionless material allowing him to run unhindered. The rest of the suit seems to have a thinner armor or shock absorbers in and on it, rounding it out and making it look defensible.

Other: if there are any questions about my character, please do ask. I can define any of the powers of necessary.

H.I.V.E. Five. Yeah. I read it.

[User] Ariella wandered off on her own. Shrugging slightly James and headed out himself. He made a pencil and notepad and started writing. The powerhouses that he encountered in that class got him thinking. He couldn't exactly increase his powers, but he could probably use them for a device or something. It would definitely take some time to figure out and probably longer to make it. There was an advantage to having worked with some advanced mechanics before coming here. He did walk by Ariella on his way to the cafeteria. Stopping he looked down to where she was sitting. "Something the matter Ariella?"

[Assistant]
As they entered the medbay, Molly groaned and practically flopped down on the nearest bed like a breathless trout. Her hammer followed her down and seemed to take up a position at the foot of the bed. She looked around slowly, lone eye wandering around the room as her face softened. She felt very tired and very dizzy, but she knew that she couldn't let herself fall asleep. She looked to Dimitri and threw up a slow thumbs-up, "Than's f'that bud. S'a great way t' make up f' brainin' me." She could only let out a weak laugh before groaning from the pain and nausea.

"There a nurse or... I dunno. A nurse?"

[User]
Dimitri could only sigh at Ryan's words, some people sought motivation from different things, and while he might not have agreed with Ryan's particular source, it was not up to him to judge what kept his classmate going. After entering the medbay and watching Molly's less than graceful transition to the bed, Dimitri fought back yet another wave of shame and chuckled at her thumbs up and thanks, "Yeah. Sor- *ahem* no problem.". The moment Molly inquired about a nurse, one appeared in the form of a slightly older woman with greying hair and some slight wrinkles formed from years of frowning at children. The woman eyed both Dimitri and Molly with a raised eyebrow, "Combat training?" she inquired to the cyborg as Molly seemed unfit to answer, "Team building exercise." he replied sheepishly. The nurse nodded knowingly with a sigh and pointed at Molly, "I'm going to go ahead and assume she's the patient seeing as you're...well...", Dimitri held up a hand to stop her, "No need to say it, I can fix myself. Right now however she could use some help, ma'am.".

The nurse nodded and, after seeing all of the blood matting Molly's hair and eye gingerly checked the girl's head for injuries, sucking in a sharp breath as she saw the source of the blood, "What on earth caused this?". Dimitri looked to the floor and cleared his throat, "I uh...I head butted her during the class.". The cyborg kept his eyes on the ground as he could practically feel the nurse turn and try to glare a hole in him. "Well there's a nasty looking gash on the back of her head. She may have a concussion and be in need of sutures, but I can't be certain until we clean up this blood and cut away some of her hair to get a better look. There's a sink with some fresh cloths behind you, soak a few of them in some warm water. I'll go grab the suture kit and some pain medication, perhaps even a cold compress. And you-" the nurse looked back at Molly and pointed at her, almost poking her in the nose with her finger, "Try not to move anymore than you already have. I should've been sent to grab you instead of you getting up and walking here. I'll be right back.". As Dimitri got to work soaking the cloths, the nurse disappeared around a corner to fetch the supplies.

[Assistant] Ryan watched the scene impassively. He took out his phone and looked at the time. "I give this 20 minutes before we're out of here. The nurse is most likely going to grab the new medication that came in yesterday, which is proven to not only dull pain but help the healing process as well. She will arrive in precisely one minute and 23 seconds." He said to himself as he started a stopwatch on his phone. "Suturing the wound will take maybe five minutes, I've never had to have a wound sutured so I wouldn't know. The nurse will either enter in our presence here in the logbook and everyone leaves or Molly stays. Molly will most likely try to leave with or without permission." He continued talking to himself. He then realized that there were people around him still. "That's just a guess though." He put on a fake smile.

[User] Jack would have been pretty much speechless as Violet walked away. He wasn't good at dealing with women in general, and he wasn't sure if he had done something, said something wrong? His words were stuck in his throat, and he wasn't sure if he should chase her or let her walk away? His hand subconsciously rubbed at the ring he was wearing on his finger, the one she had given him, and sighed nervously, looking around at everyone else. He stuck his hands in his pocket and went walking out to the halls, not really looking where he was going.

[Assistant] Ariella sighed standing up from the ground, and now noticing James walking to her and speaking to her. "Hey..James.." she smiled at him. "Congratulations on your win, again. Hah. And ummmm.." well the reason why Ariella was like this was because she thought her team lost because of her.. it might be the truth or not but that's what she thought. "I just.... I really feel like...my team lost because of me, you know?" Ariella sighed crossing her arms close to her chest and tilting her head to the side, arching an eyebrow at James. "So, how does it feel to win huh? I was a bit sad because you left our team."

[User]
Molly looked up at the nurse lazily and smiled, lifting her arm to throw a thumbs up. She paused for a moment and felt as her eye widened. "W-wwww-wait, we gotta c-cut my hair?" In her dazed state, she managed to pout and bring her arms to her stomach, feeling the length of her magnificent hair beneath her. She was practically sitting on it, it had been with her for so long. She then sighed as she remembered how many times she had been thrown around by it or pulled into the ground by it, and nodded solemnly. She loved her hair, but it seemed to be a sound strategy to cut it shorter as well as allowing the nurse to get a closer look at her wound.

"Go ahead 'nd do whatcha gotta..." She said to both the nurse and Dimitri, flashing a sluggish smile and wincing as she felt a sharp pain in her neck and skull. She then looked to Ryan's statistical rambling with a tired grimace, "Don'tcha have lunch to eat or somethin'? Instead of makin' my headache worse with alluh these numbers 'n' crap?" She clutched her forehead before wiping the blood from her eye enough to finally have both open. She held out a hand, covered with red, and seemed to gesture to Dimitri for a cloth with which to wash her face, "Help a sister out here?"

[Assistant]
James waiting for Ariella to finish speaking. At first he was studying her words and movements but after a bit he realized that there was probably no reason to do that with her. "Winning was alright I guess. It was our first class so I expected it to be a rough start." That was an understatement to what actually happened. Ariella blaming herself was something he didn't expect. He stopped himself from saying something stupid. His usual approach did not really apply here.

Being honest with himself James did not have much experience with comforting people. In the workplace people usually kept their personal problems to themselves. There was also the fact that Ariella was an attractive young woman that seemed to have some kind of attachment already. Generally he avoided that kind of situation entirely because that meant they wanted something. But so far she's given no reason to believe that was the case here. He also didn't have much to his name so there wasn't much worry there. And he was thinking too much again.

Finally he spoke to her worries. "I don't think you should put all that weight of your shoulders. My team all made some plans so we were working together. I also don't think that Shane planned to turn into that thing. A lot of stuff we got lucky on."

[User]
Dimitri looked at Ryan with an expression somewhere between perplexity and fascination, one of his brows raised slightly at the calculations, "You ah...you do that often?" he inquired. The answer to his question would have to wait however as it seemed as though Molly was cognizant enough to voice her complaints and ask for a cloth, "Right, right, hang on.". The cyborg soaked the cloths in some warm water and wrung them out a bit, being careful to avoid submerging his damaged wrist in the sink, lest he cause even further damage. As he walked back over with the cloths, his eyebrow shot up again as he looked to her extended hand, then at her face, "Yeah, nah. The nurse said for you t'keep still." he said as he flicked her hand back onto the bed and gently pressed the cloth over her eye. As gently as he could, the cyborg wiped away some of the blood just as the nurse returned with the supplies she needed. Now it was the nurse's turn to raise her brow as she shooed Dimitri away and began to clean her face with the cloth, "I get that you're trying to help and all son, but please leave this to the people certified to do the job.". Dimitri didn't argue as he stepped back, only took a seat in a chair near the cot.

The nurse moved with the speed and precision of a veteran, wiping away the blood on Molly's face and raising her head gently to clean away the dried blood and matted hair that obscured the injury. Dimitri peeked over the older woman's shoulder and winced as he saw the gash, "You sure you don't need any help?", "Fine, if you're that eager to do something, pass me the gauze and scissors.". Dimitri obeyed without question, watching intently as the nurse lightly patted the wound and cut away some of the hair. Despite his guilt, Dimitri couldn't help but admit that this was actually pretty fascinating to watch, at least from a scientific standpoint.

[Assistant] "Depends on the situation." He answered honestly. "I'm not scheduled to eat for another hour."


[System]
Age: 23
Race: Appears human
Job/title: Heir to the Blackwater corp.
Skills: Singing, observant, the rest to be roleplayed.
Hobbies: Hanging out at her fave coffee shop, watching storms, singing, seeing operas/shows.
Likes: Rain, romance, coffee, wine, reading, scary movies.
Dislikes: Rudeness, hypocrites, doing nothing.

Appearance: 5"6', waist length red hair and brownish red eyes. She's slender though toned and has gentle and slightly rounded features.

Other: Originally from where old England would have been, with the accent to match.

Backstory: Ruth is the heir to the Blackwater corp, which is a corporation dedicated to green living, plants, and modern day solutions to sustainability for everyone. She is only still learning about the company and tries her best to ensure she takes in as much information at any chance that it presents itself. Her lineage started so far back that sometimes even her own father, Rudy can't keep track anymore. Ruth's mother died though in an accident at work, though Ruth still doesn't have any clear answers as to what really happened, due to her father never wanting to speak about it.

The rest is to be roleplayed.

[User]
The Global Positioning System displays an arrow on the path through Nora's Digital Interfacing Gear, indicating her turn is in 100 meters. As she neared her turn, the client's song wound down and the next started up, blasting the newest, loudest, and most nonsensical of modern music. With a groan, she picked up speed. At least this client isn't inclined to converse about nothingness that is small matters, or isn't asking questions to which the answers are none of their business. Or crying. That may very well be the worst. At least the clients that are trying to get a cheeky make-out session in the back of her aircraft mostly have the good graces to keep it down.

The D.I.G. pops up with a warning- Your destination is on the left. Docking the aircraft on the pad, the music cuts out as the client gets a notification of the transit fee. Once the transaction is approved the doors open and the client departs. The music syncs back up with Nora's preferences as the door closes. Flipping off her "On Duty" status, Nora gets clearance for take-off from the Air Traffic AI. With a deep sigh, borne from boredom and hunger, she takes to the skyways.

The com beeps with and incoming communication. Accepting the call, a voice takes over the audio in Nora's earphones.

"I have a pick up on Broadcoast requesting you. Are you off already?"

"I'm on my union mandated lunch break, Tory." This happens all. the. time. Skye-Way Air Taxi is becoming more popular every day and they cannot keep up with staffing. The union means nothing when it means the company will lose a client. What once was a decent job quickly turned into a nightmare, and it's one Nora lives every day.

A conflicted sigh comes through the com, and then silence. It wasn't Nora's job to ease their minds over overworking their drivers, and she sure as hell wasn't about the break the silence first.

"Look, Huxter, we need you. How about we comp you your lunch? Just get over to Broadcost."

"Understood." Nora ends the communication with frustration. Blackwater Corp couldn't get back to her about her application soon enough.

Well, she may as well pick up some food and socially accepted chemical dependence on the way. Nora keys in the location of the little gem she recently found on her G.P.S., The Emerald Garden.

[Assistant]
Ruth watched out the big glass windows as beads of rain began to form on the outside. She smiled softly to herself as she carefully brought the hot mug of chai up to her lips, sipping it slowly. It went down with ease despite it's heat, and began to warm her from the inside out. Relaxing into the chair, she noticed a young male enter the shop, though he didn't seem too familiar with the place. She felt as though she had seen him around somewhere, but couldn't quite place him in a fully accessible memory. She simply shrugged it off as mistaking him for another.

Taking in his features though, she figured he had to be around her age, give or take a couple of years. He seemed to be waiting for something or someone, so Ruth turned her attention back to her chai for a few moments. She closed her eyes this time with the next sip, listening to the bell ring again as another person entered. It sure was busy this afternoon, though she normally didn't get here until closer to four or five. When Ruth opened her eyes again, they shifted from the mug of chai, to the newcomer who had entered.

This person looked to be older than Ruth. His hair was slicked back slightly and he had firm but handsome features with facial hair to accent them. He wore business attire with a cape that moved with him. He looked very formal to be visiting the Emerald Garden though, so this made Ruth curious. Her eyes followed him as he moved further into the shop, and he also seemed to be looking for someone. Her eyebrow arched up, though she realized she was probably staring a little too obviously.

To distract herself, she dug into her brown leather backpack, finding her wireless headphones and put them into her ears, putting one one of her current favorite songs "Electric Love" by BORNS. She allowed the music to fill her spirit, and bobbed her head along to the beat, taking her time to finish her drink while people passed outside the window.

[User]
The Emerald Garden was filling up fast!

Since Arthur had entered, a tall buisness man with a cape, two couples, and a group of six apparently having a lunch meeting have walked into the now bustling cafe.

Arthur was not at all comfortable about all these variables in his well constructed plan.

He ordered a cup of black coffee and slammed it back immediately, placing the mug on the counter in front of the now concerned looking barista. He took a deep breath, and started walking straight towards Ruth Blackwater, all concerns of approaching cautiously now forgotten.

He feared he didn't have the time adjust his plans on the fly, he didn't have the leisure to adjust his approach as the variables presented themselves. He had to take action now or risk not having an opportunity later.

He arrived at the table Ruth was sitting at. She was absorbed in her music as she stared at the beverage she was holding loosely with her left hand. Her hair covered her eyes on the side Arthur had approached and she didn't see him out of her peripheral vision. After a few seconds of Arthur standing there awkwardly she perhaps finally felt his presence and turned to look up towards him, taking one of her electronic sound suppliers out of her ears and arching her eyebrows in what Arthur recognized as a look of intrigue.

This was it. Everything that he had prepared for in the last two weeks had finally climaxed to this moment. He was prepared and ready. The words he was about to say and the things he'd tell her about project Chrysalis would most definitely shape the future for better or worse. He nodded internally (something he was not aware he could to until that moment) and opened his mouth to start his story.

"Mhmm Arthur." he mumbled

She took her other other electronic ear piece out and turned to face him with a confused look on her face.

Before she could say anything though Arthur simply stated he'd be right back and made a run for the restroom. His face felt hot and he felt a little like he would power down like he does when he goes into sentry mode at night.

He slammed the restroom door open, locked himself inside and started to laugh hysterically, not quite sure exactly what was going on except that he might be malfunctioning.

He needed to tell her, about project Chrysalis! And he would... right after he washed his face and found some words to say.

[Assistant]
Talon entered the promenade to a bustling cafe. He thought about grabbing a coffee but they didn't make cappuccino like your supposed to so he thought better and just watched Blackwater staff attending to gardening. It was quite a nice place to sit and watch thought Talon. Still...too much of a commercial setting. He clasped his hands behind his back and watched some of the patrons. It seemed a guy had summed up courage to ask a younger lady out but had chickened out at the last second running to a nearby bathroom. Talon just shook his head. "Gotta have confidence kid".

From behind A voice boomed. "Mr. Kaarde, to what do I owe this pleasure?".
Talon turned to see Mr. Blackwater himself, flanked by 4 suited protection agents. Big and hulking, no doubt full of chemicals and cybernetically enhanced as was the norm these days. He definitely looked tired to which Talon would take advantage of.

As he approaches Talon extends his hand "Mr. Blackwater, I appreciate you taking the time to see me, I will make this quick as I know you are a busy man". Blackwater asks "Quick and Dirty? Or on the level?". "When have I steered you wrong?" Asked Kaarde. "Never and that's how I intend it Talon" stated Rudy, ushering Talon to a table with the younger girl. "Have a seat, and let me introduce you to my daughter Ruth. I'm trying to teach her a thing or too before I forget all I know".

"I'll never forget so don't you worry" Talon semi seriously said. "However we will leave that for another time". Talon grabbed Ruth's hand to kiss it gently and said "Pleasure to meet you Ms. Blackwater. My name is Talon Kaarde and it's a pleasure to do business with you!"

[User]
Docking in the landing area, Nora secures the aircraft and buttons up her uniform jacket. The weather is miserable and only seems to get wetter by the minute. Taking her D.I.G. off and placing it on the ledge near the door, Nora hops out and locks up. Her stomach rumbles.

After a brisk walk she found herself in the warm sanctuary of the Emerald Garden. This cafe embodies everything Nora came to the Home Planet for. The lush, healthy plants that are meticulously cared for, the peaceful atmosphere, the kind staff, the content patrons, and the intoxicating aroma of coffee, spice, and flowers. As this was her third visit to the cafe she isn't overly familiar with the menu or the staff, but she has yet to be disappointed by either.

Looking around and noticing that everyone else seems to be with a friend, lover, or colleagues, Nora suddenly felt silly for being alone. Regret over leaving her D.I.G. in the aircraft washed over with her. At least if she had it she wouldn't have to people watch. Instead, her finger nails suddenly became intensely interesting until it was her turn to order.

"Hey there, what can I get you?" The barista, SASHA her nametag read, asked.

"Oh, sorry. Can I get the third drink on your menu and the third meal on your menu, to go?" Nora requested, looking up from her nails.

"Do you have a mug you would like to use?" Sasha asked as she rung up the total.

"No, I'll just rent one."

"Sure thing. How did you want to pay?" Nora picked up the ID card that hung around her neck and tapped it to the payment terminal. Rejected. Goddam Tory hasn't loaded her meal allowance onto her staff ID. Nora smiles weakly at Sasha as she pulls out her personal communications device and taps that instead. A receipt flashes on the screen as she shoves in back into her pocket. "Your order will be up on that counter over there." Sasha indicates to the counter further down.

Nora heads over to the washroom, a quick pitstop before heading back to the sky. She tries to open to door but it's locked, it must be occupied. Nora goes to stand with the other waiting for their orders.

[Assistant]
Lost in her music for a while, Ruth hadn't noticed the young man walking toward her. Once he approached though, she could feel his aura and presence. She turned her head, taking one of her ear buds out of her ear, watching him curiously. He looked pretty serious, like he had something important to say.

Instead of anything of importance coming from his mouth, all he said was "Mhmm Arthur."

In response, Ruth furrowed her brow and took out the other ear bud, turning her head slightly in confusion. She opened her mouth to introduce herself, when suddenly he ran off to the public washroom. Only a few minutes later, she heard a very familiar voice, and another that was unfamiliar. Even though she shouldn't feel anxious, she suddenly was as the sound of her father's voice surrounded her.

With this, Ruth sat up straight and watched as the unknown gentleman, who she had watched enter the cafe what seemed like only minutes ago, lift her hand and kiss it. She had a tendency to lose track of the time while she was here, so she really didn't know how long she had been sitting there. But either way, that didn't matter. She felt weird that her dad was hanging out at her favorite coffee shop. She didn't want to be rude though, so she smiled a soft smile at the man, listening him to him introduce himself as Talon Kaarde. Apparently there would be some deal going on? She was wary of him and her eyes narrowed just slightly.

"Well Dad, it was... So nice to see you here... At my favorite coffee place... But I think I should get going and head home. After all, you told me not to be late tomorrow," Ruth said, trying to sound nonchalant but more than likely failing at that. With this she turned to Talon once more, speaking a little less awkwardly, "It was nice to meet you, Talon. I'm sure I'll be seeing more of you."

Ruth grabbed the now empty mug, and turned, walking swiftly away toward the special drop box for used dish ware. She dropped the mug in gently, and glanced around quickly. She noticed a woman with braids seeming to be waiting for her order. With that thought, Sasha had called out the order and Ruth watched as the woman took it. It was then she noticed she was wearing the typical driver uniform. She sighed in relief, moving quickly over to her and tapping her softly on the shoulder.

"Hi. Sorry to bother you during your break, but I was wondering if I could get a ride back to my apartment... Like, as quickly as possible. I need to get out of here."


[System]
Character Sheet
Age: 19
Sex: Male
Gender: Male
Height: 6'1"
Major: Astrophysics
Occupation: Waiter at a local restaraunt
Hobby: Swimming, Jim is a huge swimming fan.
Personal Theme-Music: Ludovico Einaudi - Experience
Example of Speech: "I genuinely believe, 100%, that aliens are real. Are you kidding? Seriously? Where's your proof, goddammit!"
Example of Action: Jim sat in the chair, fingers twitching, eyes focusing on the girl across the room like a laser tracking beacon. "Do it," she said. He stood up, and slowly strutted his way to her. Body tense, eyes locked, footsteps careful. He leaned down, one hand softly cradling the velvety skin of her neck, the other combing her hair behind her ear, a glowering intensity between the two. His hand moved behind her head and pulled out a quarter. His lips moved closer to her ear and breathed, "Ta-da."
Description of Voice: Intense, passion behind every word he says. Not deep, but not high pitched either. Enough to give the impression that he isn't a boy, and not a man, but someone who should always stay a teenager and enjoy life.
Physical Appearance: Standing around 6'1" and with an athletic, lean build to help his swimming. Dirty blond hair, icy blue eyes and a long 5-inch scar running diagonally on his back from when he was a kid and fell out of a tree and landed on debris left underneath it.

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Henri woke up with a startle, and took a quick look through the window. After he saw that they stopped, he realized he must have slept through the trip. It's been over a week since he arrived in the country, so he didn't have jet lag anymore, but he simply wasn't used to waking up as early as they did this morning. Henri was glad that he could join Jim in his trip; while it was nice staying at his relatives, he had to admit it was getting monotonous staying there, and preferred company closer to his own age. The reason he came to America was to take a break from his studies and make new memories. He just hoped he didn't embarrass Jim during their stay there, as there were still some things about American culture he didn't have a full grasp on yet.

"Sure," Henri answered as he hopped out of the car and grabbed his baggage. He wondered if he joked about the two of them being hillbillies, but didn't ask any further, assuming it was an American joke. Jim's changed a lot over the years, but he's still cracking jokes like in the good old days, which made Henri smile when he thought about it. He went to grab his baggage, and patted Rocketman a bit. He was allergic to animals when he was younger, but fortunately he grew out of it. He then thanked Jim's mother for driving them there: "Kiitos kun kyytsäsit meidät tänne. Olisin itse ajanut, mutta en ole tottunut ajamaan näillä amerikkalaisilla autoilla, automaattisia kun ovat. Väsyttikin aika pahasti myös."

Once he saw aunt Brody off, Henri turned around and noticed they weren't the only ones who arrived. He assumed the other two were also going for the cabin, since Dominic did say that his friend Victoria had a bunch of folks invited. There wasn't anything noteworthy about the guy except that he dressed better than the rest of e'm, but the girl was more interesting; Henri had a suspicion she was a foreigner like him. He was puzzled by the fact that Jim suddenly started talking to them like that. Maybe it was an American custom to greet strangers on the street, he thought. He simply stood beside him, not sure if he should have greeted them like he did or not.

[Assistant]
"Oh, Mélanie," Paul said in surprise, putting on a friendly smile when she approached him, "Yeah, I thought I was, I was a little worried I took the wrong bus. But since you're here too I must've found the right place. I'm just not sure which way the cabin is though. I was gonna ask around for directions but there's barely anyone here."

As they talked, two more people soon appeared. Two guys, one slightly taller than him and the other slightly shorter, walked up to them, with the taller guy introducing himself.

"Anything out here would look beautiful compared to the city." Paul agreed with a small grin. To be honest he wasn't all that wrong. The city was nice but it was drab, crowded, and smoggy. Even if he was a bit anxious to be in the great outdoors for the first time ever, it was already very refreshing for him. "I'm Paul," he continued, reaching a hand out to shake Jim's, "And yeah, we're here for Victoria. This is Mélanie," he nodded towards her, "We have a class together, and she invited me along." He was going to say she was his friend, but he didn't want to assume so in case she didn't see them as friends. They still didn't really know each other too well, after all.

Paul noted how Jim said he was invited by a different guy. So far, that sounded like a total of four guys that would be at the cabin, with only two girls. The gender ratio was a little off balance here, but maybe there would be another girl or two that would be arriving as well. Besides, these two guys seemed nice enough so far anyway. Though Jim's friend seemed to be a bit shy and was hanging back from the group.

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Dominic sighed contentedly as a light breeze picked up and blew against the back of his neck. He zipped up and turned away from the tree he had just unceremoniously relieved himself on. He walked slowly back to the road and the jeep parked on the side, its drivers door ajar. Before getting in once more he stretched a bit, loosening up his body. He climbed back in and shut the door. He reached over to the floor in front of the passenger's seat searching for a bottle of hand sanitizer he had seen roll down there a few hours earlier. Finding it, he grabbed it and quickly got back into his seat. In doing so, he nearly knocked the plastic bottle out of the cup holder. Though the liter bottle had been full of water earlier, it now held some discarded sunflower seed shells. He squeezed some of the hand sanitizer into his hand a rubbed it in, the alcohol smell temporarily blocking out the scents of the plants and flowers around him.

Once he felt clean once more, Dominic shifted out of park and got going down the small road once more. The sun glinted off his sunglasses and the wind lightly pushed at the bill of his hat, a light attempt to pull it off his head. Dom grinned. This feeling right here was why he had left his crappy secondhand sedan at home and borrowed his brother's less-crappy secondhand jeep for the summer. Though he'd spent some time with Victoria and seen her out a bit, he had to admit he was surprised she felt she knew him well enough to invite him out to the cabin for the summer. It was college and the idea of girls coming on strong wasn't entirely foreign to him, but it really had seemed genuine when she came to him with her idea to spend the summer in a cabin with some friends. He initially invited Jim, an old friend from high school who he'd recently reconnected with. Eventually that meant inviting the his cousin Henri. He'd met the guy just before the trip and he seemed pretty chill. The more the merrier, right?

Up ahead, a few small buildings came into view. Was this the stop? He wasn't entirely sure, but the length of time he had been driving seemed about right. He approached slowly, and he could eventually make out a store called Ben's and a small group of people outside. Could they be his group? Or perhaps some local kids? He wondered if there were any people their own age around to speak of. He pulled up to the store and parked the jeep, noticing that Jim and Henri were definitely among the group. He grinned. Hopefully they were too involved in their conversation to bother to check who it was in the jeep. He banged on the horn once quickly followed by a prolonged honk. With a chuckle, Dominic climbed out of the jeep and walked over to the group, his arms held out. "Jim! Henri! Good to see you made it!" He threw an arm around each of their shoulder's pulling them in. He then removed his right arm from around Henri and gestured to the other two. "Are you two going to be joining us at the cabin?" He looked from Paul to Mélanie. "Either way, a pleasure to meet you. I'm Dominic," he continued, offering out his hand.

[Assistant]
"Guess you should be glad I'm here to rescue you eh?" She said with a grin. "Victoria gave me some directions, but we should probably start walking, don't want to be the last ones to arrive." For someone who's supposed to be this ethereal philosopher type, Mélanie always tried to be as punctual as possible. She adjusted the guitar on her back before turning around.

It seemed that the two humanities students would not be the last ones to arrive after all, as two men had walked up, introducing themselves as other guests of Victoria's. One of them introduced himself as Jim, while the other remained silent. Jim towered over Mélanie and his build was evidence that he wasn't one to just laze around the house. The other looked vaguely European but Mélanie couldn't be entirely sure from where, or if he even was from Europe in the first place.

After Paul's introduction, Mélanie spoke up. "Allo Jim," she said with a bit of an awkward wave in the direction of the two men, as much as Mélanie loved meeting new people, the introductions rarely went exactly to plan. She hoped she'd make up for it as the summer went on.

Mélanie jumped at the honk of the horn, she hadn't even really noticed the Jeep pulling in to the lot. The man who stepped out was yet another well built man, this one significantly shorter than Jim the giant. He introduced himself as Dominic, presumably the "Dom" Jim had mentioned earlier. "Oui, we'll be seeing each other quite a bit this summer I assume." Mélanie said with a smile before shaking Dominic's hand. "I'm Mélanie, this is a friend of mine, Paul." She looked at the group, which consisted of quite a bit of testosterone to say the least, though she assumed that they'd be alright, none of them seemed obnoxious on first impressions. "Well, I think we should, uh… 'get a move on' as you English speakers say, don't want to leave Victoria waiting."


[System]
Age: 26

Gender: Female

Mastery: Hydromancer
Specialty: Blizzard

Rank: Adept

Appearance:

Nataly is 5'7" and is a slight 116 lbs. Her northern roots show in her pale skin, contrasting with ice blue hair. The hair is cut short, left at about shoulder length and her have bangs bound with purple bands. She has eyes are deeper blue than her hair, and what could be considered a "cute" complexion.

People are surprised by Nataly's slender frame because her robes are huge. They billow out from the sides and are bulky with fluff to protect from the cold that she conjures. Contrary to her skills, underneath the robes she dresses rather revealingly, to help deal with the heat of the southern lands the Academy sit on (relatively speaking). She has a pendant with a cut piece of blue amber on it that she'll often pull out to help her focus when conjuring up her icy magics.

Equipment: Why carry weapons when concealable and untraceable ones can be crafted out of ice?

Demeanor: Nataly has been rather bubbly as of late. The prospect of finally getting promoted from Adept to Weaver has lifted her spirits in recent months, and has seen a surge in her production in classes as well as her kindness towards her fellow Hydros. You do not want to get on her bad side though. If ever wronged in any way, it's not possible for Nataly to just let it go.

History: The Andrades welcomed young Nataly into the family during a nasty blizzard in the Far Northern town of Cartaquilla, which serves as the main port for the Kingdom of Gran Helada. That might have served as a premonition for Nataly's future, but blizzards were a regular facet of life in the frozen lands. For Falco, a fisherman by trade, and Yoreli, a stay-at-home mother, the first daughter in the family after three boys was a welcome change and they doted the young girl from the moment she was placed in the buffered crib.

The first sign that Nataly might be special in more ways than one manifested when she was eleven. Yoreli opened the door to Nataly's room one morning to find the girl playing in a layer of snow, a icy replica of her brother Jaime standing guard as she made snow angels. Yoreli scolded the child for leaving the window open and letting all the snow in but the window was closed, revealing the sunny day that Cartaquilla had been blessed with. As Yoreli looked up she could see the sprinkles of snowflakes falling from the ceiling, then dropped down to her daughter, still happily waving her arms without a care in the world.

This revelation was met with fear and seclusion for Nataly, as Yoreli did her best to hide the witchcraft her daughter perpetrated. Falco paid no mind, usually out on trawling expeditions but Yoreli kept Nataly's powers a secret from her husband and he maintained a loving bond with his child. However, the snow that Nataly so willingly embraced would prove to be her father's downfall. Twelve hours after he left Cartaquilla on a day hunt for crab, one of the worst blizzards in a century struck. It paralyzed the region and trapped all seabound ships for days while the ice raged on. Worry grew with each passing day, and the prospect of Falco returning was fading. It got to the point that on the third day, Yoreli came out into the snow, searching for her sixteen year old daughter only to find Nataly standing in her pyjamas, tears frozen to her face, desperately trying to bend the snow away to open a path for her father to come back. She failed.

Without Falco, Yoreli tried to look for other paths to taking care of her children. She learned about the Academy for people with Nataly's talents, so the girl was sent packing at age 17 for the far south. Nataly was slow to progress off the bat. She still was upset about her father and did not want to conjure up the substance that took him away in her mind, but eventually the icy walls tumbled down and she was starting to get the hang of controlling her gifts. She finally passed her Adept exam at 23, and has been working hard to try and progress up the ranks. Nataly wants to get to the point where she could control the snowstorms of her hometown and at least make sure other kids don't have to lose their parents like she did.

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Nina had made sure she'd be there to say farewell to her daughter, while Timothy had unfortunately needed to be at the market today of all days, but he had asked Nina to relay his farewells to her, which she of course did. There was no question about her doing so.

"You be careful now, Silvana. I wouldn't be able to rest easy if I knew of you hurt somewhere with me unable to get to you." she said as she hugged her daughter tightly.

"You don't need to worry about me, mother. I'm a big girl now, I can take care of myself. Even if I am just an Adept." Silvana said back while hugging back tightly. Both women were muscular enough to not be able to crush each other with their hugs, but still making sure that they didn't crush Silvana's pendant.

"Being an Adept isn't something to say that about. You might not be as powerful as a Weaver or a Master, but Adepts are still powerful enough in their own rights." Nina said, smiling towards her as she slowly let go of Silvana.

"But..." Silvana still wanted to become a Weaver like her mother, but it would take more time until she could become one. She simply wanted to make her parents proud of her, even though they were proud enough that she got into the Academy.

"No buts, dear. Now, have you prepared all that you need for the journey?" Nina had gone over what to bring with her the day before to make sure she was ready for today.

"Yes, mother. It's all in my bag." Silvana turned sideways to show her mother the bag hanging from her back. Nina nodded and smiled, pulling her daughter back into her arms for a final hug.

"We're going to miss you so much." she said, tears slowly crawling down her cheeks.

"And I'll miss both of you." Silvana replied, crying silently with her mother.

"We love you." Nina said, letting go after a while so that Silvana could go and join the others on the airship.

"And I love you both." Silvana said back to her mother before turning around to go towards the airship. Her mother stood there, watching her child leave before returning to her duties at the Academy.

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Having dried off her tears, Silvana approached the airship where a few other mages had already made their way towards. She smiled towards them as she got closer, making sure her bag was firmly held onto her back.

"Ah, such a nice day today, isn't it? And so exciting to be traveling by airship." she said, addressing no one in particular. She grabbed her pendant for a moment, which was hanging outside her robes at the moment, holding it in her hand as she looked up at the sky.

[Assistant]
"Do you think they have big monsters over there? Or maybe they ride robots instead. OH! What if they ride robot monsters? I mean, they obviously need something smaller than an airship to get around if they have to do something alone, and they're too advanced to just walk." The energetic voice of Fei Hidalgo was the only thing Drew could hear at this point. She was bouncing around and circling him as she asked question after question about Jurai. "Wait, I got it! Maybe they have wing! Y'know, like fake wing things they put on. That way they could fly instead of jut walk!"

Drew laughed softly and spoke to her in a calm tone. "Well, I'll find out. If they have wing suits or something like that, I'll be sure to bring some back to you." The pair walked slowly, since Drew was in no rush to get to his destination. He had plenty of time and he knew most of the academy like the back of his hand, so he knew he wouldn't be late. He stopped to get a quick bite to eat, though he had already finished his breakfast while Fei had only taken a few nibbles since she was so busy asking him questions.

This whole thing was still puzzling to the Hydromancer. Why ask for him? Sure, he had good grades and was friendly with the instructors, but he wasn't that extraordinary. His skill set was uneven compared to the average Elemental and he wasn't exactly known around the academy, except maybe as "that guy who sits at the side of the room". Maybe they heard about his recent attempt to get promoted to Weaver, but since he failed, that just made the decision stranger. Sure, Fei insisted it was because they knew what an awesome elemental he was, but there were better choices.

They got as close they were allowed to the airship before they had to depart. Drew hugged his sister, putting on a brave face for her. "Don't fall behind in your studies just because I'm not there to help you. I don't want to come back and discover you're failing." He said jokingly. He knew she'd be fine, this was mostly to try and leave on a happier note. For all he knew, he wasn't coming back at all. Something this important likely meant danger ahead. Still, with all the other mages joining him, he might just be able to get through this.

He walked ahead, turning back to wave one last time before he joined his fellow elementals. He was content to just stay in the back quietly, seeing just who was accompanying him. He could recognize at least one familiar face from class, though he didn't actually know who it was. He also recognized one of the Masters, but the rest were all new to him. He also could have sworn there were supposed to be more arrivals. He stepped aside so they could come in without running into him. He took a deep breath, waiting for something to happen.

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Rummaging through his bag to make sure he had everything, Tobias rubbed his eyes tiredly. He'd stayed up far too long the night before, and was regretting that choice now. He'd forgotten that he'd had to pack and was now sure that he would forgetting something in the rush. Muttering essential ingredients under his breath, he tied his belt of potions around his waist, making sure each was corked properly. Wouldn't do to have a sudden explosion inside the ship. Or worse.

Satisfied that he had all that he needed, he did one last scan around the room, before turning on his heel and walking swiftly out the door. Suppressing a yawn as he strode through the hall towards the courtyard, he saw groups of students-Mages and Adepts-hurrying in the same direction, eager to get a glimpse of the airship. His lips curved in a faint smile as a girl hurtled past him, shouting at someone to wait and looking much like a bedraggled cat.

Not slowing down, he quickly ducked into the library, nodding in greeting to the librarian before locating a couple of books to take with him on the journey. Just three, as he didn't want to overload too much, but then again didn't want to be left reading one over and over again. Finding them quickly and checking them out equally as fast, he slid them into his bag. Finally considering himself ready, he started walking towards where the airship was landed.

Getting closer to the formidable vehicle, he saw the other Elementals standing around waiting. Walking up to them, he nodded curtly in the direction of Ling, and greeted them, trying not to look too annoyed. He didn't want to seem too offputting.
"Well then. Any more of us on the way?"

[Assistant]
For once, sleep didn't linger for very long on the body of the 26 year old woman in the room painted a dazzling icy blue. Usually she would enjoy the naturally chilled temperature of her room as long as possible and then drag herself out of the room to go to the classes. Sure there was an uptick in willingness to go early to class in recent months with the rumors that a promotion to Weaver was on the horizon, but she still preferred to stay in her room. Today though, today was not like any other day, and Nataly Andrade was rife with anticipation.

She had heard rumors from some of the Adepts that the Masters were looking at people to head to the North. For what? No one knew. But it was closer to home than Nataly had been in nine years, and she wanted to go. Surely there were other students with greater talents who were going to be looked at, but Nataly was determined to get a slot on the expedition. Maybe she could even sneak a trip back home, to try and show her mom what she had done with her time in the Academy. There was almost no contact with Gran Helada during her time here, so the least she could do is try and get a message up to her remaining family. So when she got called into the Master's office alongside Eve, she was ecstatic.

Nataly threw on the clothes she had chosen for the trip that didn't hit the suitcase and threw on her robes. It was still going to be a bit warm for them, but she wanted to make a good first impression on the Northern party. At least look like someone who was ready to freeze up a storm...well, close enough to it. Maybe someday... She shook her head. She grabbed some more last minute toiletries and did one last sweep of her room. I think that's everything...Not like I can't buy stuff I guess...The markets up North may be barren but they have some things... She looked out the window of her room and saw how high the sun was hanging. "Shit! How am I late?"

Nataly quickly grabbed her bag and dashed out of her room, deftly managing to hook her feet into her sandals as she ran. The urge to just slide down some iced over stairs was tempting, but she didn't need to risk smashing into a wall on the way down. Still she did everything short of that to get out of the residence quick as she could. Luckily it appeared no one was clogging up the hallways with meaningless shenanigans, no doubt still hungover from the pre-trip celebrations the students through. Any excuse for a night free of studying. Nataly was thankful she didn't go too overboard now.

Running out into the open fields outside the Academy, it was clear why there were no students in the corridors. They were all out here gawking at the massive ship. Great. Good work Nataly... She kept silently cursing herself for mucking up already as she moved through the crowds toward the ship. As she neared, she could see the crowd of adepts already there, including Eve, as well as one of the Light masters. A name wasn't coming to mind. Damn it...guess I gotta play this off...

The Blizzard specialist gave a wave as she approached the group, flicking the robe back to reveal the light blue hair "Hey! What's going on, everyone? You all weren't waiting for me, were you? I'm sorry it took me so..." Nataly was distracted by the presence of someone she did remember from last night. She pointed at the guy seemingly covered in a layer of dust...or dirt...what was it? "Wait, weren't you Alexi's flavor of the hour at the party last night? Don't tell me she tossed you out this early?" She shook her head, laughing. "You must have done something really stupid. She'll usually take a guy for all he's worth!"


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Age: not exactly known, appears around 35

Gender: Variable, male by birth

Rank: Peasant/Thief

Species: Metamorphic/Human

Appearance: Varies based on disguise being used. In his default form he is a slim male of below-average height, with pale skin, black eyes, & dark eyes. He has a lithe and graceful body with long, elegant hands.

Personality: Thomas is a cynical and jaded loner who spends the vast majority of his time by himself. He has no friends and prefers it that way, trusting no one with information on his private life. He treats new people with anything from curt mistrust to outright hostility. Due to his distant attitude, most who do not know him find him sinister in appearance and demeanor. Despite this and his profession as a career criminal, Thomas is not callous and is capable of feeling guilt for his actions.

Thomas could be considered a consummate professional. He is solely devoted to his profession, spending all his time and effort on larceny and honing his skills as a thief into an art. For Thomas, thievery is a form of freedom from the bonds of society and law. It is a central part of his identity; he steals because he's the best there is and he values his professional reputation. Thomas will often pass on jobs if they are too easy or do not involve proper thievery, while pursuing marks without commission if tempted with alluring challenge or reward. He views himself as a devoted thief and refuses to be something he perceives as lesser, be it an assassin or a grave robber. He finds needless death or collateral damage pragmatically abhorrent, viewing it as unprofessional and brings unneeded attention to his job.

Anytime he is not on a heist, he's planning the next one. What time Thomas uses for recreation he spends maintaining the clock tower he lives in as well as maintenance on his equipment. He also has both a personal and professional appreciation for fine art and craftsmanship. He is shown to collect rare and priceless items for his own personal collection, ranging from jewelry, paintings, or rare curios of unique historical significance.

History His parents died young, and he was thrown into the streets. Becoming a thief was inevitable, he possessed raw talent that meant he quickly excelled. He made sure to acquire in-depth knowledge of the Imperial City's streets, rooftops, and shadows to get by. His very survival depended on stealing, while he was still young he learned to swiftly relieve people of their possessions while they went about their daily business, leaving many to believe they had accidentally misplaced their belongings. For years he honed his thievery skills to perfection, also learning to craft his own clothing, gear and weaponry. Around the time he was seventeen he discovered his abilities. He didn't much care for it, but he knew it would be helpful so he trained at it like he trained to be a thief.

Eventually Thomas' met a Flask, a fence who was worth maintaining a relationship; over time the two became close professional friends, at least in Flask's opinion. Flask eventually introduced Thomas to Gail. Thomas was impressed with Gail's talent so took her on as an apprentice. For two years he began teaching her the skills he had acquired and they developed a working partnership. Gail's first solo job she killed a servant that spotted her. This reckless action horrified Thomas, he ended their partnership immediately.

Extra: As a thief he uses tools to steal, he uses a wrench, pry bar, wire cutter, lock pick, razor, & a claw (grappling hook). He also carries a blackjack & compound bow with a variety of arrows (Blast, Blunt, Broad head, Choke, Fire, Rope, Saw tooth, & Water)

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Thomas watched as the beasts were forced to work around the ice barrier. "This is pointless. Running like this is only going to give them the advantage. We have to manipulate the situation into our favor. We need to create a dead end, a box canyon. The ice magic will work perfectly for that. Eir your ice wall will have to be tall enough that they can't jump over it even if they use the trees for extra height. Instead of fighting them off from multiple directions we can create a choke point that gives them only one avenue for attack where it gives us the advantage to eliminate them as they come in. Or we can keep trying to outrun them and quite obviously fail."

Thomas figured these uppity nobility bastards would lead to his death but their ineptitude was absolutely appalling, he didn't realize it would be this soon. If he was going to die he was going to try his hardest to make sure he was the last one to die and watch every last one of them go before him. If ghosts exists he was going to make damn sure he came back as one to haunt that good for nothing bastard who got him into this.

[Assistant]
Miral swore a bit before looking at the noble whose horse had abandoned her, "You, get those carriage horses moving!" she said before getting down from her own horse and started swinging her pike in a circle, basically applying what Thomas was telling Eir to do, but with fire instead. She created a wall of fire, pushing the dogs in, the trees catching to eliminate them as an escape option. Her horse and Ryford's (which she will have been leading since its rider disappeared) stomped on the mutts as they got closer, squealing as they weren't about to let their claws gets into their hides. She backed towards the carriage, directing her flame wall to block the woods off on all sides so no more of them could join their current attackers, going all the way to the edge of the crag, "If we can get those horses moving and get on the bridge, I can roast these mutts and we can be on our way before anyone gets bitten," she said, not turning her back to the hounds, driving her pike in their their heads before they could get too close to her and throwing them into the flames.
Ryford swore and tried to urge the horses forward, but they were slow to progress, freaking out from all the sounds and the obvious presence of something malicious.But there was something rumbling in their direction from within the woods that suddenly spooked them into wild, uncontrolled action. They bolted forwards, nearly breaking their harnesses on the carriage as they yanked on them suddenly. Ryfrod had to grab the seat to not be flung back into the carriage and he looked back to see what was coming at them that scared the horses so badly as he tried to reign them back in. He would much rather someone else be driving so he could get to fighting and dealing with these beasts.
Miral looked past the flames as she saw some hulking figure that looked like the large beasts that wandered the plains around the Imperial City barreling towards them with no regards to the flames. It's large ears were tattered and barely still on its head. Its long trunk was covered in the sores that covered the hounds, its eyes blazing red like a flame. Its usual grey body was black like it was charred and there was flesh missing as if it were the dead brought back. She paled a little, getting back on to her horse as the beast was quickly closing the distance. She didn't need to grab the reigns for Ryford's horse, the beast not being stupid enough to hang around to get crushed, keeping up easily with the carriage. Miral followed onto the bridge and threw up another fire wall at its base, filling in the gaps to burn the hounds, but the larger monster was still coming, running straight into the flames for them, as if driven beyond its sense of self preservation and made only for killing them.

[User]
Spade bent lower over his deep brown horse, Kynder, speeding up as the sun touched the horizon. He needed to reach the group before the sun completely winked out. Losing light near the Dead Woods was normally deadly. Either he finds them before the sun goes down or he waits till morning a safe distance from the forest. It'd do no one any good to get killed on a fool's errand through the inky forest.
Spade's eyebrows furrowed as he remembered the events leading up to this hasty ride. The Quinn's were a prominent, wealthy, and politically charged family but what they didn't have was a presence on this mission. They wanted to benefit and bask in the glory of a completed mission. Spade snorted with their self absorbed egos. As the least favorite item in all of their mansion they were quick to offer him as the fodder to their rise. The silver goblets were regarded more precious than their own son. He wasn't the daughter they wanted and he had a strange form of magic that made them uneasy. Spade smirked at their discomfort.
Despite their feelings about him they felt the need to send a Quinn to bring praise to the family and so after bribes, negotiations, and other political nonsense Spade was sent. Late. They sent him late. And now he was trying to make up for it.
Wind whistled past his ears while he squinted ahead. The first of the Dead Wood's trees were coming into view after hours of driving Kinder mercilessly. Spade didn't like working her this hard but there wasn't much of a choice. If they got across the Crag then his chances of finding them was near nothing.
A low whining whistle broke the silence from the nearing trees. A howl? Definitely, but of what? Undoubtedly some monstrous beasts the Crag had spit up. A sinking feeling filled Spade's gut. The party was probably the reason for the howl. He cursed and urged Kynder faster. Why'd they enter the forest this close to dark? Nobles. Their pride will be the undoing of them all. They think they own everything. They thought that they could tell mother nature when to rain and when it wasn't allowed. Unfortunately some could actually do it and that didn't help matters whatsoever.
Spade hit the edge of the forest and didn't slow whatsoever. He kept barreling through the darkening woods. Soon the carnage of a battle spread out before him. Fire, spikes of ice, and bodies of rotting wolves filled the path making Kynder's footing waver. Flicking the reigns Spade urged her to jump a particularly jagged spike of ice.
 "Their ice caster is pretty strong."  Spade muttered as he strained his ears for the group. He thought he could just make out their shouts up ahead. Kinder snorted fearfully as they passed a wolf that was just hanging on to life. Spade felt alive. This is what it was like to live not the infernal politics of the inner city. You only truly lived when you were closer to death.
Suddenly there were walls of fire along the sides of the road. Spade leaned low holding Kinder's mane and whispered in her ear.  "It's ok. It's ok. Just a bit of fire Kynder. That'a girl, Kynder."

Then the wolves came. They were trapped between fire. They were scared, hungry, and mad.  "Crap."  Spade said sitting back in the saddle. He quickly drew his Tarot Deck from the pocket in his sleeve and flipped the top one over swiftly. He momentarily glanced down to see three cups with three women above them.

Three of Cups.

Spade focused on the three mutated wolves on one side. Lowering the glowing card down at arms length he then thrust his arm straight up into the air. The reaction was immediate as three geysers of boiling water shot up. Spade smirked as the three wolves were propelled twenty feet into the air. Kynder and Spade flew underneath ignoring the other mutts. A satisfying yelp sounding from behind when they crashed back to the ground.

He could see the wagon now. The horses were in a panicked rush obviously scared from what they had just gone through. Spade was just allowing a smile of victory cross his lips when the monstrous bipedal creature crashed out of the trees. Charging forward Spade watched the party careen onto the bridge the monster closing in. A wall of fire sprang up but the festering creature didn't hesitate in the slightest. It stomped out some of the flames and Spade pushed Kynder to jump through the remaining small ones.
Spade knew if the creature reached the wagon it was going to go over the edge. He flipped another card praying for an easy solution.

Four of Pentacles.

Spade pointed the glowing card forward. A four cornered star appeared in the air before him. It shined of gold and fire. Then it shot off slamming into the legs of the beast and the stone beneath it. There was a resounding crack as the stone split and dropped a couple feet. The beast, stumbling from the explosion on its legs, fell hard on its face. Seeing his chance he urge Kynder past the fallen creature. They were going to make it! He did it!
Then the muscular arm of the creature spun around smashing into the side of Kynder. Spade was thrown from the saddle forcefully. Seemingly in slow motion Spade turned over in the air. He watched Kynder thrown into the air with the force of the impact sending her over the edge of the bridge. Then it all sped up again and he whipped around slamming into the stone bouncing and skidding forward toward the wagon.

It hurt.

[Assistant]
As one would expect, the Metallic creature was not one to waste time. Perhaps it had another objective tied into the group, at some point it had arranged to meet up with them. But they where late, and the Warden is far from patient.

The ground would rumble, and the faint sound of thunder would make the horses even more uneasy too the point that they tried to run in various direction despite being attached to a carriage. Within seconds a massive arc of lighting would seem to consume the undead pachyderm, along with a large section of cursed earth beneath it. A anguished trumpet is heard just before another loud crash shook the now burning trees along with any whom where still close to it.

When the light finally faded the Warden stood in a mess of burning gore and glass. Despite being blown to pieces its remaining limb and head continued to try and approach the group, to this the Warden did not act, rather it made a cold statement directed at the parties leader.

"Late..."


[System]
Name (Full): Finnegan Foster. He now goes by the alias of 'Finn Casey' and few people actually know his old name.
Age: 30
Place of Birth: Kansas territory that would now be considered Colorado
Gender: Male
Species: Human
Language: English

Physical Description

Height: 6'0''
Stature: Somewhat of a bean-pole. He's tall, lanky and thin and wouldn't make a difference if he ate more or less.
Hair: Finn is a tawny redhead. His hair is neither short nor long. Just a few inches short of being able to tie it back. He doesn't mess with it too much aside from pushing it back and out of his face. Can be a bit unruly at times but he doesn't pay much mind. Oftentimes, his hair is just plain dusty.
Eyes: Blue-Green
Skin tone: Fair with a good amount of small freckles that seemed airbrushed and often mistaken for dirt. He doesn't tan well but he can sure burn if he isn't smart about covering his head.
Features: A bit of a fox-like face. He has long, thin features and despite his age they can seem very boyish at times.
Typical Clothing/Equipment: Canvas pants and loose button downs. Often wearing shades of forest greens, browns and tans. He wears a pair of worn, leather boots and an old, tan frock-coat in wintertime...which he likely stole

Personality/Attributes

Personality/Attitude: He's abrasive, messy but centralizes most of what he does around humor despite the nature of his actions. He has no real concern about personal property or belonging for the most part and will usually try and cheat or steal his way out of something or to something. Despite his mistakes and wrongdoings in the past, he is not an overly-cruel person. In fact, he isn't the type of criminal to humiliate or glorify unnecessary violence and despite having a piggish nature towards most people he would never take advantage of them in that regard. If anything, he is a very 'in the now' sort of fellow and wants to keep it that way. He doesn't plot or scheme for the long-run, only when it's necessary to get from point A to point B. He's somewhat of an imbecile and it's clear he had no formal education despite street-smarts and the ability to schmooze and turn things around in his favor. He's witty in some instances, and a complete fool in others. Mostly, he just does what he can to get by and doesn't see the seriousness and need for responsibility in the world like most do. He laughs a lot for someone who's supposedly a fiend. He'll sell just about anyone out, breaks promises left and right, but come the day he meets someone who's worth it he'll be as loyal as a dog.
Skills/Talents: He's got an amazing aim despite being a clumsy moron most of the time. This is considered an advantage to those who don't know him because they assume he's inept with a weapon. His knife skills aren't up to par but if he's desperate then he'll give it his all.
Most Hated/Dislikes: People who take life too seriously. He's not really a hateful person so it's hard to pinpoint exactly things that he has a passionate dislike for. Perhaps people who force him to do things seeing as he's stubborn.
Goals/Ambitions: To be one of the most known and revered criminals in the Western expansion. To die by his terms and to live off the land as free as a bird.
Philosophy of Life: In order for your name to be spoken the loudest, one often must be the most quiet. Meaning that if he wants to get anywhere or expect to survive, he has to be as sly he can be. This is difficult, considering he's a loudmouth who acts before he thinks.
Religion/Beliefs: This is unclear. He doesn't show enough proof of disbelief in God but he certainly doesn't follow a wholesome Christian law. He tends to not think about heavy topics like religion and usually finds some aspect of it to laugh about.
Children: None. That he knows of.
Sexuality and history: He's had many partners, usually women but there have been a handful of male lovers thrown in there that he's managed to sway. Usually, his flirting ends in a red face from either a good slap or punch. That doesn't mean he doesn't go out of his way to try.
Addictions: He's a smoker and will do it just about anywhere. He'd smoke in his sleep if it were possible. He isn't much of a drinker because of it being difficult to successfully escape when you're stumbling around. He'd never turn down a drink though and when he's in a safe place he'll go nuts. A petty drunk, but a fun one if you're a fun person.
Family: Finn doesn't know if his father is alive, having been walked out on before he can even remember. His mother is alive, and thoroughly ashamed of having such an infamous son. She lives with her two daughters and Finn's younger sisters but hasn't seen them in a number of years for obvious reasons. Despite being a selfish man, if he had to do one good deed it would be to someday return to them and spoil them with riches. Knowing that this isn't a realistic goal, he still thinks about it from time to time. He grew up with very little money and due to his rowdy and unmanageable behavior was sent to live with his aunt from when he was 9 to 19 when he eventually ran away. Before he disappeared and dropped contact from them entirely, he would poke in from time to time for a hot meal and a bed to sleep in before he'd rounded up a posse and gained his 'criminal-legs'.

[User]
Eli blushed at Finn's comment, looking away as he muttered something incomprehensible. He didn't have to fight his sheets in the morning! He could get out of bed just fine. Finn began to rummage through the pantry, pulling out a peach before setting himself down besides Eli. He briefly wondered if he should eat something as well, but then another wave of pain hit him and he lost his appetite. Eli never ate that much anyways which was probably why he was so skinny in the first place. The priest shifted his body away from the other, trying to avoid him. Then Finn started talking as if he were good friends with Eli, if not a mentor and pupil relationship.

Strangely enough, Eli gradually started to face Finn as the man continued to talk. Curiosity always got the best of him in the end. Eli didn't know anything about fighting and Finn seemed like the type to know about that sort of stuff. "Of course Finn would be good at fighting!" He mentally lectured himself. The man was a criminal!

His eyes followed Finn's hand movements that pointed out the various "cheap shot" areas. Eli made a note to stick his fingers into a person's eyes if he ever needed to defend himself in the future. He had no doubt that problems would arise. However, when Finn patted his groin, Eli quickly looked the other way. "Is that so?" He said, his face still red. "I'll keep that in mind, thanks," he quickly added before peering at Finn. "You must have had a hard life, huh?" He suddenly asked. "Knowing all of that..." He coughed awkwardly before reverting back to his more 'priestly' ways. "I suppose you should start your confessions now...or maybe later?"

[Assistant]
Finn was no stranger to fighting. He'd formulated a number of strategies during times of danger and when quick thinking was a matter of living or being sent under the ground. It was a particular way of living when a man got his kicks out of a fresh face to scrap and fresh pair of fists along with it. Bar fights weren't untypical for him either - In fact it was a prime place to scratch the itch of adventure. Adrenaline, along with alcohol, was not a particularly good mix. Had Eli let him have his way, he'd show the tiny priest just exactly how skilled he was at a clean shot. Had the damn judge not ordered his gun to be confiscated, he would have anyway.

"Suppose I have. It does you good to know. But I scrap 'cause I enjoy doin' it." Finn didn't seem bothered. Personal questions were a foreign concept to him, quite possibly one of the noisiest men Eli would have to deal with. For a criminal, honesty about his own experiences seemed to be as genuine as they came. No question has yet to cross him; a life on the run with little to no money made a dishonest man honest in the strangest of ways. Be it loneliness or temporary acquaintances, he felt no need to lie about his own person.

"I wouldn't say hard. Wouldn't trade it for any other life there is out there. I get fed 'nough," he emphasized by waggling the half eaten fruit, "Work and rest on my own terms. No one gets to tell me who I am and who I ain't. I met men that make me look like one of your saints, if you can believe that. Never stole from family though, and one day when I'm out there again I'll strike it big somewhere and they won't have to work a day in their lives. They're sorry 'bout me now but they'll see."

It was a dream, and quite possibly the only kind of promise to another human being he'd keep. If a life of luxury meant settlement then he wanted no part. One day would be a lucky one and Finn would pass on the riches just to keep the glory of the steal. He just... needed to play his cards right and slip by both the law and the eyes of God by this point. Which, on the topic of God, it didn't seem as though Finn had ever had a proper confession in all of his waggish life. When he realized this, he pulled a puzzled face.

"Don't think I ever did confess before and I don't suppose I know what happens either."

[User]
Eli couldn't imagine living the life Finn led. Fights? Breaking the law? Wandering around with only a dream? The young priest was never able to understand those type of free-willed people. But Eli's entire life had revolved around God. Hours were spent pouring over the scripture and kneeling with his hands clasped together. He didn't go outside much nor did he socialize with others beyond church grounds. The only family he had was God and his adopted father. Compared to Finn, he had little to no experience about the outside world. So like a dried sponge, Eli soaked up every detail Finn gave.

The little bit about what Finn's family wrenched his heart-strings to say the least. Eli bit his lower lip, fighting back the urge to say a few words of comfort...Maybe along the lines of; "I'm sure they love you anyways" or "I hope you'll achieve that dream." Either one didn't seem appropriate. Instead, he concentrated on the fact that Finn Casey had indeed 'confessed' in some weird anecdotal way.

"It was good enough for me, learning about why you do the things you do," Eli admitted, almost laughing at the sight of Finn's puzzled face. "It usually goes like this - Asking for God's help and acknowledging your sins. Then you ask for forgiveness and promise that you'll never sin again..." He scratched his collarbone before abruptly standing up. "Excuse me. I have to change out of these clothes before I die of heat," he quickly muttered before scurrying upstairs to his room.

He would wear his clerical clothes all day but in this weather? Eli could no longer stand it. In a flash, he was in comfortable and light brown overalls and white dress shirt. Funnily enough, it only highlighted Eli's scrawny frame. Sighing in relief, Eli headed back where he had last left Finn, a bit ashamed that he had left the man hanging like that.

[Assistant]
Finn didn't feel like his confession was anything extraordinary. In fact, he didn't recognize it as a confession much at all if it hadn't been for Eli confirming it as such. He shrugged, his puzzled face washing over with a comfortable satisfaction as though he expected something far more rigorous and complicated. That's how it always sounded, right? His thoughts didn't often turn towards God, or Jesus for that matter, and the only time he'd ever called out to either of them was in situations far more amoral than he figured Eli's poor tolerance of provocative speech could handle. In all honesty, Finn couldn't remember the last time setting foot in a church, much less folding his hands and earnestly praying. He found his own luck, or so he'd like to believe, in a fast and unabashed life that Eli was sure a stranger. He liked a fast life; he liked his smokes and his alcohol, he liked banter and rebellion, pretty women with round faces and rouged, cherry-colored lips, handsome but sheepish young men who turned a blind eye come morning. It was cheap life with even cheaper morals but it was a life Finn knew well. He didn't suffer, he didn't complain, and he couldn't imagine anything but.

Eli explained the order of confession. Frankly, he didn't understand how God was supposed to hear about them anyways and even more frank he wasn't all too sure what constituted a sin or how most of that worked anyhow. Was it a kind of special tally carved into the clouds by God Himself? What exactly happened to a man's sinning once they were offered up to the Lord anyways? It must have been written all down in that Holy Book, he concluded with a quizzical ponder at the leather-bound prize that the young priest was always clutching so dearly. He wasn't sure exactly who it was that wrote it, honestly, and it wouldn't do him much good to try and read it himself. Illiteracy wasn't a bragging right necessarily, and he'd gone thirty-some years without sitting properly with a word book in front of him. He knew enough phrases to get by, a good handful of his own vocabulary did the trick, but he wasn't sour of the fact.

Finn found it interesting enough to scoot the Book closer to the corner of where he sat. He fingered the rounded corners of the leather but did not bend them. Instead, he flipped through, watching each page cascade before starting again in idle patience while Eli was pardoned. The words were meaningless to him, too small of a print to be comfortable enough to read and in no way did he understand its formatting. It was a story? No, a rule book. Or perhaps both? It was the Word of the Lord, at least that's what he'd heard so many times before. When spoken, it was a wave of gibberish and nonsense in the sense that it all entered one ear and spouted out the other. He was close to raising a few questions that itched at his curiosity, but when the small man returned in garb that wasn't near-killing him from the heat, Finn cracked a much familiar grin.

"Now you're foolin' me. Hell, I coulda took you for a regular person wearin' this." He gestured to Eli's change of clothes, one hand in motion while the other idly tapped on the outer cover of the Book. "'n here I thought you lived in all that black."


[System]
Age:12 mentally, IDK physically
Gender:Male
Race:Anthropomorphic Toy Raccoon
Homeworld:Winnie The Pooh
Key-Weapon:Slingshot
Magics:Flee and Steal
D-Links:Lilo
Job:Thief
Appearance:An average looking raccoon toy, with a black and white "mask" over his eyes, a mostly light gray body with a white belly, and black-furred upper and lower paws. Is about as tall as Roo or Piglet.
Brief History:Rascal was made by a factory machine, as most modern toys are. His stay in the toy shop he was placed in was brief, but he distinctly remembers the toys there bullying him for his shyness and social awkwardness, causing him to draw into himself even more. After being passed over a few times by a few kids, he was eventually bought by Madeline Robin, Christopher Robin's daughter, and was being brought over to The Hundred Acre Wood proper when he fell through a universe crack.
Other:(Might as well do a brief personality here) Mischievous and sly. Acts cocky and brave, but is secretly still timid and shy. Calls people he doesn't like and his enemies "losers" as part of his facade. Wants friends more than anything, but isn't quite sure how to get them yet. Very insecure.

[User]
Once upon a time, there lived a lovely little princess named Snow White. Her vain and wicked stepmother, the Queen, feared that some day Snow White's beauty would surpass her own. Then she dressed the little princess in rags and forced her to work as a scullery maid. Each day, the vain Queen consulted her Magic Mirror, "Magic Mirror on the wall, who is the fairest one of all?" And as long as the Mirror responded, "you are the fairest one of all". Snow White was safe from the Queen's cruel jealousy.

A black room. The beautiful Queen Grimhilde walked through the darkness, parting it with her grace as she approached a Mirror. "Slave in the Magic Mirror, come from the farthest space. Through wind and darkness, I summon thee. Speak!" A thunderclap sounded, and a wildfire consumed her reflection. "Let me see thy face." She demanded before the fire subsided, revealing the face of the mirror's spirit, eagerly but patiently awaiting whatever questions his mistress may have.

"What wouldst thou know, my Queen?" The Mirror on the wall asked. Grimhilde smiled.

"Magic Mirror on the wall, who is the fairest one of all?" She had asked this question every day and so long as the answer remained the same, her success as a Queen was assured.

"Famed is thy beauty, Majesty. But hold, a lovely maid I see. Rags cannot hide her gentle grace. Alas, she is more fair than thee." Distraught that one maiden dares to opponent her beauty, Grimhilde allowed her brow a wrinkle of anger.

"Alas for her! Reveal her name!" She demanded.

"Lips red as the rose. Hair black as ebony. Skin white as snow." silently gasping to herself, as her worst fears of her stepdaughter's beauty exceeding her own have eventually come to pass.

"Snow White! That treacherous..." she composed herself. "Very well... With a beauty such as hers, I cannot trust any simpleton to get rid of her without being wooed by her beauty... Magic Mirror on the wall, send a message beyond time and space. Bring to me warriors who's lust for gold trumps any lust for flesh" She smiled a sinister smile.

"Your will be done, your warriors will come, to ensure your beauties apex."

-Several days later-

As a portal appeared in the middle of the courtyard, Xenahorts Keybarers appeared. Kalak pulled out his Gummi Phone and watched the message from Xehanort again. "Keybarers," He began in his raspy voice so full of wisdom. "I have received word from sources that a Princess of Heart exists on this world. But you must move with haste, a great many Bounty Hunters and Mercenaries have been making their way there in recent days, I can only assume that they are searching for her for someone. Your first duty will be to make contact with the one sending out the job on this planet, pose as mercenaries and gain the information on the job, then find her and encase her in the stasis pod I have given to you. This will ensure that we can return her afterwards. And remember. No-one else on that world can find out about the Multiverse." Message ends.

Kalak looked around as Cio-cio appeared next to him. They stood and awaited the others arrival.

[Assistant]
Another portal appeared, and Conner stepped out, equipped with a Keyblade Trident. He was new to this whole keyblade wielder business, but so far Conner loved it. Action, adventure, and more importantly, he was chosen for this, and his sister was not.

Conner appeared in the middle of a castle courtyard, and all of a sudden, he felt very underdressed for the occasion… Oh well, nothing that could be done about it now.

Apparently they were here because there was a Princess of Heart here, and they were there to find her. That was important for something, but Conner didn't really remember for what. He was more interested in learning magic, and learning to fight with this new weapon he had gotten.

When he arrived, somebody else was already there waiting. And a cute shirtless pretty boy no less. Conner grinned. "Yo, aloha mate!" The surfer boy greeted them. He made a hang loose gesture with his free hand. "Name's Conner. When are we gonna get this party started huh?"