[System]
Age: 18

Birthday: Jan 20th

Magic:
Well of Creation: This magic can pull from the users imagination, but requires immense levels of concentration and magic reserve. The user must have a solid grasp on the item they wish to create, a firm and solid image in their mind. Without a solid image, you might end up fighting with a squiggly line for a sword. This means only the things he has practiced the hardest are capable of being brought out in the midst of a tough combat.

Small objects tend to be the easiest to create. Requiring less magical energy, though they tend to have the least amount of punch. Intricate items require more focus, though the size is what determines the magical cost of said item. A chair for example wouldn't eat up too much magical energy and can be created rather easily.

Though a large object, such as say a wooden beam, a tree, a carriage etc. Would eat up a much more substantial amount of magic. To add decoration and such wouldn't require much more in the way of magic, but the amount of concentration would be much more substantial.

Some Spells would include, for the minor range-

Sword Creation: Creating a sword of stern magical strength, though the skill to use it well doesn't come along with the blade.

Armor Creation: Creates a decent set of armor for the user, though their movements may become a bit more sluggish, their defenses can go up at least.

Chair Creation: Everyone needs a place to sit.

Magical Bomb: An explosive created utilizing magic as it's detonator.

Medium Range Spells Would include-

Armor Golem: A suit of armor, with weapon, capable of moving on the command of the user.

Tracking Beast: A small creature, the size of a normal house cat, though this creatures entire purpose in life is sniffing out the target.

Magic Level: Dunno.. A?

History: Verick was born to a father and mother in the mountains of a small country. His father was a practitioner of magic and the only reason he had found himself a wife was in order to continue passing down his magical knowledge. His purpose was to try to force his son to pass on his knowledge to his own son… etc. etc.. eventually culminating in the most powerful mage since Zeref. Though this plan was short lived. His father was found out, practicing illegal magic.

Verick was out gathering fire wood at the time and luckily had escaped capture himself. But was forced to live on his own from that day forward. He practiced his magic in secret, traveling from town to town so he wouldn't end up caught like his father… Though he had no idea of guilds until he reached fourteen. Now he's been searching for something worthwhile, a guild where he can settle down… and get filthy rich. (Living on the streets so long and always forced to be in that mountain home… He never got to have any toys or books outside of magic… now he craves everything he never had as a child.)

Personality: Verick is a happy go lucky guy on the outside. But he tends to press buttons and get on peoples nerves. He believes that by pressing their buttons you see the true person. He is mistrustful of people, seeing as how he was raised and the life he lived afterward, never knowing when people might see him or turn him in. Though he longs for the kind of life that others had, a family, friends… people to care for him. But he often sabotages these relationships.

Guild and guild mark location: No Guild Yet

Team Members: none

Three Strengths:
1. Strong imagination
2. Skilled with many forms of weapons
3. Knows how to live on the streets! (He's... been homeless a while.)

Three Weaknesses: (Make them Applicable)

1. Has a hard time focusing when an enemy appears to be stronger than him. (He becomes overwhelmed with doubt and worry. "C... Can i beat this guy...?) Making his magic much harder to control.

2. Money- He's willing to do anything to obtain his lifes blood. Money. Even if it requires putting a comrade in a dangerous position. (Think Natsu when he teamed up with Lucy for that book job... But all the time.)

3. Has a hard time getting to know or trust others. Because of this and his habit of using comrades to obtain money, it makes it very hard for him to form any kind of relationship or friendship.

Greatest Love: Money, There is nothing in this world greater than the almighty dollar (Or Jewel in this case)

Motivation: To obtain enough magical energy and power... TO CREATE A MANSION TO RIVAL ANY KINGS CASTLE!!! With an army of golems at his side! WAHAHAHAHA! (His true motivation, is to overcome his trust issues, and seek out friends and comrades.)

Appearance:

Additional Details:

[User]
James Hunt|Streets of Crocus
@Joshua Tamashii@Raijinslayer@Roseletta

James stood and watched as Cody approached Amaya, one hand resting on the pommel of his sword like it always did when he was idle. However, at the same time that Cody froze in what the paladin could only guess was fear, he felt a twisted and dark presence near Amaya and Joshua, an evil presence. He swiftly approached the trio, his helmet clinking into place even as he drew his sword and his shield took it's place on his left arm and he took up a position between the three and the presence, who appeared to be a very demented man. "Don't seek to insult our intelligence, dark one. You would kill everyone around us just to entertain yourself. So instead, I give you a chance to turn and walk away, or face my Holy wrath." For emphasis, a slight golden aura appeared around Amaya, Joshua, and Cody and his sword's blade turned a bright gold, indicating some kind of spell. "Choose wisely, because I can cast a shield of protection around every person within three blocks and still take you." Whether it was a bluff or not, even James wasn't sure of. He'd never used more than a fraction of his magic during any one fight because of so much of the nature of his spells.

[Assistant] "Oh, Well, If you're that bad at handling missions, Why not just let me take it off your hands completely? I'm sure they would be much more grateful to have someone young and competent. Full of energy. Fresh outlook. You know." Verick smiled, "But hey, How about you have a seat first old man and tell me about this job. Wouldn't want you exhausting yourself with all that standing." Verick's wrist and hand flicked and POOF! A chair, a wooden chair, without much feature or comfort... but this guy didn't need that. A normal chair would be fine enough for him. "So, sit down, take a load off. Tell me about this job." He smirked, "Unless you've forgotten the details already old man." He spoke, pushing the chair alongside the man as he walked.

[User]
Shiro Hime andCody Bloodstein

@Zarkun@Joshua Tamashii@Roseletta
Shiro simply nodded her head at Nidhogg's scolding and looked away with a slightly guilty look on her face. It was true, she had blown their cover. Although she hadn't meant to, she was just trying to avoid a certain someone who could get in their way.
However she watched through narrowed eye now as Nidhogg began his 'negotiations' with the group. This wasn't in the plan at all.
"Manami-sama won't like this Nidhogg-sama, she wants to avoid civilian causalities if possible." Shiro's tone was an uncaring one as she reached behind of her and pulled out a strange looking cylinder.
"She won't like this one bit..." She repeated as she stared down the Phoenix Wing mages with her uncovered eye. She wasn't going to stop him if he tried, however she did feel like warning him for when Manami found out. If he did such a thing of course.
She gave Amaya a blank look as he talked however...what was the slayer going on about?
"It doesn't matter. Slayers are a threat which must be eliminated. History must not be allowed to repeat itself." Shiro's tone was venomous as her scythe began to extend itself to it's full size. Appealing to Shiro would seem to gain them about the same as appealing to Nidhogg, however it wasn't for the same reasons.

Cody felt relief wash over him as James' aura took effect. It certainly made him feel a little more at ease to know that he was here, from what he had seen so far of James (which was very little) he was fairly stronger....but did he really stand a chance against this Nidhogg guy?
Cody immediately remembered the sheer size of the dome he had made yesterday and the scale of his attacks. It was something completely foreign to Cody. Cody's own hand now went to the hilt of the sword at his hip before gulping nervously.
"I-if you want Amaya, then you're going to have to get through us." Cody stuttered slightly at the start but stood his ground now. He had only known Amaya for a short time, but he knew already that she was nothing like what these scumbags thought she was. He enjoyed her company, and he had resolved not to lose anymore people precious to him.

Sora Kaze

"Oh really? I've been doing this job for two years now, I doubt you have what it takes." Sora said smugly as he simply ignored the chair trailing him. He had seen some strange magic since coming to Fiore, so this was nothing new.
But he was interested in it regardless. Some form of creation magic?
"Young and fresh? Full of energy? You certainly crack me up kid. You're older than the client." Sora chuckled deeply at Verrick's comments. The kid was annoying and arrogant, however he was a rather amusing fellow.
"The name is Sora Kaze. Greatest wind mage in existence. Well on the way to be the greatest mage full stop." Sora boasted as he gave Verrick another smug look "The mission isn't mine to just tell anyone about. It's a rather sensitive topic for the client. I'll take you to where she should be right now if those idiots are following the schedule." Sora sighed as he looked at his wrist. According to the time, they should've checked into the hotel by now.
Assuming Mai was keeping the other two in check that is.

[Assistant]
gabriel
@hatakekuro
Gabriel wiped sweat and god knows what else off his face with his shirt, catching his breath, he seemed a little wide eyed but other then that seemed okay. He blinked, looking about them. "I could summon my bear to go to the General. And we could use dog to try and find a way out. He should be able to find an exit" he said, already searching for the small key they was his bear. That would make three spirits out, although Leo hardly counted-given that he had come through the gate himself. Gabriel thought he could handle it.

"they need to know what's happened to us after all, and that things here really aren't what they seem. Do you think that psycho actually did that to herself?"

He looked up above them, thoughtfully. He suspected he could summon bear up there, and hoped the overweight woman wasn't there still. He first summoned the bear in front of him, to give it instructions before closing the gate and summoning it again way up above them. He hoped it worked but there was really no way of telling.

He looked around at his companions, "is everyone okay?" between the fall and the fight, Gabriel knew he probably looked worse for wear, but he had had his spirits helping him. "no one too badly hurt?" he crouched slightly as he spoke, to check Dog over but the spirit seemed in good order.

penny

Penny laid a hand on Jasmimes shoulder, her touch warm, perhaps a little warmer then normal, a circulating heat that seemed to come from within, "that's okay you've done well. Take a couple of deep breaths, okay? Just relax. That was good" did that mean that Jasmine had separated from her parents even before the city? There were gaps to fill, but if that was true then it made this a lot harder to do, and they didn't have days. Penny would have to be there for to events tomorrow despite her reluctance she couldn't let the guild down. They were running out of replacements.

"what about these moth and butterfly people? You've mentioned them but what are they?"

michael

Michael shook his head, having never been in any such situation before. "no, that must have been my buh-buh-brother, Gabriel. We're t-t-twins. He's always g-g-getting into s-such s-s-situations" it did not surprise Michael that Gabriel had gotten into such a situation. His brother seemed to go where trouble was and try to help, but oft times he just made it worse for himself.

"he likes b-being able to h-help b-but he can g-get a little out of c-control" he looked down at his hand, where his mark was. Had it really only been a couple of months? "I'm in Dragon Fang, my brother is in Frenzy plant" even now Michael worried that that was a bad mood. Gabriel didn't seem to be doing well in the solider guild, a fact that Michael could have foreseen but there was no convincing Gabriel otherwise.

sam
tamashii
Sam frowned as the Sprite was taken from ber, but didn't try to reach for it. She looked at Amelia, "a combination of them? A different kind of spirit?" there was a small vision lacrima that was showing an image of the city, and Sam reached over to tap it, the vision changing for a brief second to what seemed to be a town some distant away, but it flickered back to the image of the city. Neither parent seemed to notice this, and Sam sat back, looking st Amelia as she waited to see if she was right.


[System]
Quinn Peterson

Character Quote: How fascinating is it to look at what has been and see what could be?

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Character Summary
Aliases: Quinny
Age: 26
Birthday: May 3
Ethnicity: British
Birth Place: Birmingham, England
Place of Residency: New York City
Gender: Female
Education: College, Majored in Anthropology and Criminal Justice
Occupation: Forensic Anthropologist
Languages: English (Fluent) and French (Fluent)

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Appearance
Height: 5'9''
Weight: 125 lbs
Body Type: Slim with slight curves
Eye Color: Light Brown
Hair Color: Red
Skin Tone: Pale White
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Scar along left wrist up towards arm, tattoo of brother's name on right hip
Personal Style: Quinn isn't picky about her clothes, but she prefers clothes that make her feel comfortable, otherwise what would be the point in wearing it? To that end, she will typically wear jeans and a sweater more often than not, but she will branch out with a dress, or blouse, or skirt if she is in the mood. For her job, she wears a lab coat and often dresses professionally. She will wear boots or sneakers mainly, but owns some heels if the event calls for fancy attire.

Quinn tends to go for darker tones in reds, oranges, purples, blues, and grays (her favorite color is scarlet). She wears her hair down unless on the job where she wears it in a nice bun. Jewelry is limited in her profession, but she wears a necklace given to her by her brother, a silver chain with a heart. Make-up is neutral in tone, but she wears color on her lip, usually red or pink. Her nails are never colored, but she will occasionally splurge for a french manicure.

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Psychology
Humble * Suspicious * Intelligent * Impulsive * Kind * Repentant

Sexuality: Heterosexual
Relationship Status: Single
Personality: Quinn has often been called the brainy one, especially when compared to her twin Quinton. Where Quinn was smart, Quinton was adventerous. Quinn prides herself in her intellect, finding new ways to question and learn. Despite this, she is humble in her opinion of herself. She beleives her accomplishments are due to hard work and hard work alone. Quinn can be impuslive most times, leaping before she thinks and often landing hard in return.

After losing her brother, Quinn has become suspicious of most other people. She isn't without friends and acquaintances, but she doesn't allow others to get too close to her less she be hurt again unless they can show they mean it. Quinn feels responsible for her brother's death and is repentant on most things, even when they are truly not her fault. Quinn is very kind, often putting others before herself, especially in the workplace where she feels the most when she is able to help piece together the after effects of someone.
Habits:* Chews on the ends of her pens

Hobbies:* Writing
* Jogging
* Dance

Fears:
* Seeing her father again
* Drowning
* Snakes

Likes:
* Riddles
* Strawberry Shortcake
* Scarlet
* Dogs (of any kind)
* Taking Walks
* A good book

Dislikes:
* Being looked down upon due to her gender
* Politics
* Traffic
* Seafood
* Bullies
* Unfair treatment of children

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Skills
General Skills:
* Computers
* Anthropology
* City Knowledge - New York City
* Writing
* Criminology
* Biology

Combat Skills:
* Athletics
* Self-Defense
* Stamina
* Strategy

What Do They Carry On Them:
* Clothing - Scarlet Sweater Dress, Black Jeans, Black Ankle Boots
* Purse - I.D., Passport, $50 (American), 2 Credit Cards, Various Rewards Cards, Pepper Spray
* Silver Heart Necklace
* ID For Job
* Apartment Keys
* Cell Phone

Possessions at Home:
* Personal Laptop
* TV
* Pictures From Home
* New York Subway Map
* Files From Work
* Chess Set
* Various Books (Fiction, Science, Psychology, Criminal Justice, True Crime, etc.)

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History

Biography: Quinn and Quinton were twins and as close one could be with their sibling. They were very close growing up, but that may have had more to do with their home life than anything else. It's hard to say where their father's anger came up. Quinn believes to this day that he was angry at them for killing their mother in childbirth, leaving him to raise two kids almost alone. Despite him having his own parents to help babysit while he worked two jobs, he was still angry. He would lash out at them, abuse and neglect was a common occurrence.

Things didn't escalate until the two of them were 14 years old. Quinton had been growing tired of being harassed by his own father and he was getting sick of Quinn being hurt as well. So he stood up to their father and fought back. No one could have predicted that their father would lash out like he did when he threatened Quinn's life. Quinton had enough and fought their father, despite Quinn's pleas. It all came to a head when their father pushed Quinton off the balcony in a fit of rage. Quinton did not survive. In her grief, Quinn threatened her father and called the authorities. Their father was arrested and she lived with her grandparents.

Quinn threw herself into her studies as it allowed her to not think about her brother. She continued through college. As much as she loved England, it had too many memories for her, so she packed up and moved to America, landing a job in New York through references. Here, she plans to live, hoping to have a fresh new life over here.

Discovery Of Your Power: Quinn didn't enjoy physical activity, but she was pretty good at it regardless of training. She chalked it up to genes. However, she noticed that she was quicker than her peers. She had better reflexes. She had better stamina. It was scary how good she was with little training. She decided to test herself and discovered she was unnaturally agile. She kept this a secret, even from Quinton. Something she regrets to this day.

Ability & Powers: Superhuman Agility: Quinn is far more agile than the average human. Due to this, she is quicker as well as more able to control her body movements, balance, strength, and endurance better than the average person. She is able to move effortlessly, dodge, flip, do gymnastics, and martial implements with little effort.

Ability & Powers Weaknesses: Quinn gets tired more easily with continued use of her power. Quinn's joints become sore and inflamed with continued use. Due to her power, Quinn must also eat constantly.

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Additional Information

Theme Song:
Extra Information: Link, Favorite Superpower is Telekinesis
I agree to follow the rules for this RP and understand that if I do not follow the rules, the GM or Co-GM may kick me out of this roleplay.

[User]
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Claire Winters

Location: Her home, New York City, New York
Interacting With: Trevor the GeneticLab Annoyance.@Nallore

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 "Yeah could happen, may happen, but at least it's not going to be pushing it on purpose." Claire stated indifferently. As good and maybe as innocent as his intentions seemed, Claire had an innate distrust towards him for some reason. That or it was the lack of sleep, her grumpyness and the lack of coffee that were speaking it could be a combination of all of those.

 "Probably a good idea indeed." She said as she escorted him to the front door and closed it behind him, locking it up real good before heading to pick up her gun and returning to bed with the gun at an arm's reach. She just didn't feel like leaving herself unarmed was a good idea from now on. Might be a good thing to invest in better security... or a cat. A kitty would be fine. It'd be nice to have someone waiting for her when she comes back home. And it'd give her ample opportunity to chill like an evil mastermind on the armchair with a cat in her lap. She took a piece of paper and scribbled ' If you are a phantom visitor because of powers bugger off, I want to sleep.' She placed it on the nightstand and hopped into the bed, thinking about the kitty idea. Yeah it sounded like a plan, but by the time she finalized said plan she was already in the land of sleep again.

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Amelia Payne

Location: Riley's car, Los Angeles, California
Interacting With: Riley@Nallore

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 Amelia burst into a muffled laughter when Riley said she'd make a great Thor if she puts on a beard. As an artist she quickly imagined herself with a beard and the visual of it was just so funny she couldn't help herself, but laugh. It took her a good minute before she got her laughing under control and somehow stopped herself from pulled a sketchbook to draw herself with a beard because of how absurd she found the idea.

 The girl listened with great curiosity as Riley spoke about her hobbies. Wanting to create your art only for yourself was a normal thing to do. Amelia herself sometimes drew pictures she never showed anyone because she didn't want to. They were hers only, but she guessed someone like Riley who was famous for their music will have it worse. When the talk got to her family though, Amelia felt a little weird." Ehh no... no siblings. Grew up with my uncle and he got two sons, but me and them don't get along well. He's a good man, but my cousins are douches... I think they thought I was intruding into the family or something." She added carefully, thinking about it. It was unnerving how bad she and her cousins got along and since she was quiet girl and didn't rat them out they just pestered her to no end.

[Assistant]
Fumiko "Kuīn" Nakamura

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She had been sleeping peacefully into the late hours of the morning, a rare treat that the girl rarely ever got to indulge in these days. That being said, the operative word here is 'had'. Unfortunately for the young pop idol, Bella had a rather different idea for Fumiko that morning. Taking a flying leap onto her bed, Fumiko had no warning before a 145-pound bundle of energy, fur, and slobber was landing on her. Immediately after the girl whined in complaint as the dog started licking her face, wanting her human to get up and play. Not long after, she was on her feet being dragged around by the dog's rope as she was easily overpowered by the animal. After finally managing to break away from the puppy long enough to get ready, she walked back out into the living room. "Bella-boo! Come on, dummy. We're going for a walk!" She said happily as she grabbed the leash and hooked up the dog.

Not long after, Fumiko was out in the streets of New York. Walking her massive dog around the bloc near her building, she wore a pair of sunglasses and a ball cap to try to hide her identity. It was actually kind of scary how well silly things like this from the movies actually worked in a busy city such as this. Especially one where you could walk by a shop and half of the time hear your own music playing from within. It was a rather uneventful walk, and soon enough the two were back at the building. Fumiko meanwhile going about her daily chores of workout, playing with her dog, and phone meetings with her producers and record label.

"Be a good girl, Bella. I gotta do an appearance in Times Square. New album launch today, ya know?" She said with a pat on the dog's head before heading down to the garage. On the elevator down she pulled out her phone and quickly dialed up her producers. "Heya Jimmy, did you get the streets cleared?" She asked, and thanked the man on the other end of the phone when he gave her the affirmative. Special appearance meant she could get streets cleared to drive over, how she loved being famous. Hopping in her lambo, Fumiko was soon on her way to the appearance. Hopefully today wouldn't be super weird like her life had been lately. Especially with the seeing other people everywhere...


[System]
"Dia duit núíosach!"
Age: 18
Race: Dathia ("Colors")

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Appearance
Standing at just beneath 5 feet, Caitriona has several common features for her people - her hair has multiple colors, the deep red of the roots moving into a transitory orange and then a yellow as if her hair was like fire itself. Depending on when you meet her, it may range between extremely well kept or completely ragged as if she had been running through a forest. Her body is lean and thin, and she tends to wear short dresses of a simple cloth comparable to linen or of various gathered plants woven into each other. Her face is fair, and sometimes she will apply various bits of paint to it as some sort of makeup.

On her back usually is a sack of linen, with strings wrapping it around her shoulders so it doesn't have to be carried. Attached to it is a wooden flute that has various engravings running up and down it's length, as well as a small porcelain flask for water and a finely crafted knife of some sort of white stone.

Her shoes are dissimilar to the rest of her selection, looking like something charlotte may be more familiar with in style. Additionally, one of her bags has the slight raddle of some sort of coin.

Abilities
It will only take a few minutes of meeting the girl to figure out a few things about her: she can find anything within a forest, she can music that can enchant the hearts of the hardest to break. This is not to say there is some sort of magic about it, but rather that it is simply really good. Her appearance lends to some sort of tribal lifestyle, so it isn't surprising that the girl knows her ways around nature - she can read the stars, she can find water, and she can find food and even unique plants used in medicine or for other various purposes.

Additionally, her hair glows at night like a fire, and will change color to blue when a powerful magical presence is around, such as a VERY large predator.

The hair has magical properties as well. Caitriona is able to burn it in a flute and allow anyone nearby to speak to animals in a literal sense.

Personality
Fickle, fun, and pun, this bard knows how to enjoy herself with others, often playing minor pranks or teasing them for the fun of it. She is kind, but not ridiculously self sacrificing: she has herself, and the people that raised her. While she believes that teaching others is important, she eventually expects her students to have learned for themselves.

However, she has always been very curious even among her people, which has led to her interacting with other cultures more than what her people would consider normal, and sometimes they even consider it too much.

History
Will Fill in as we go along.

The Uaimh
You don't know shit.
Other
Will fill in as we go along.

[User]
~Charlotte LaChance~

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Strands have power? Her hair? That...that was a pretty amazing property for something to be able to do. Interesting, but that was all she could think of it with the current haze her thoughts were in.

"Calm of the forest?! This is the exact opposite of what I consider calming and normal!" Charlotte replied, barely registering the canteen being shoved into her hands. "Just...a little water? Oh yes, because that would make everything just a-okay! Just a little water would make all of this seem completely normal." Cait was right thought, she should try calming down. Just a little bit would help get her thoughts in order. Besides, that tune she was playing was pleasant enough at least...after a few seconds, the dark haired woman gave a tired, defeated sigh, retaking her seat and practically chugging the entire canteen of water before managing a mostly calm reply.

"No, I am not." Charlotte replied to the rabbit. Play it cool Charlotte. If she could remain level headed even when faced with a blood-thirsty, screaming, axe-wielding mountain barbarian, she could keep her cool and talk to a rabbit. "Really great observation there, rabbit." Despite her sarcasm, it would likely be obvious that she was still troubled.

Honestly, this was a...completely troubling development.

Logically speaking, animals shouldn't be able to talk. However if they could, also logically speaking...and they were as sentient and intelligent as people were...then wouldn't that effectively be the same as murdering another human being? Was that what Cait meant by 'friends'? In a literal sense instead of a more pet-like familiar sense?

She honestly felt a little sick.

[Assistant]
Caitriona felt a little relieved as the other woman calmed down after another short outburst, a slight smile crossing her lips as the other woman downed the water as instructed. The native tried to be patient as this was almost certainly the first experience of this kind for the other woman. At a break in the song, the orange haired girl patted Charlotte's shoulder comfortingly a little bit before continuing her music in a lower volume so the rabbit could speak more clearly.

The furry creature replied to Charlotte after a bit, the natural exuberance and enthusiasm breaking through. "Thanks Charlotte!" The voice spoke of the small puff ball's complete trust in the other woman, although after a few seconds the rabbit turned it's head towards Caitriona. "Cait! News from overtheriver!" The native raised an eyebrow and nodded at the rabbit in an indication for it to continue. "It's spring, and Aislinn seems to have already begun her search! The highrocks shifted towards the latesun, although the wavefront has remained the same. The BlueFeathers will be distant for a bit!"

The orange haired girl stopped her music, giving the world an irritated look as Aislinn was mentioned although seeming glad as the blue feathers would be distant this year. Others would suffer, but their presence in the last year had taken a toll on the local animal populations. "Thank you my little one." Caitriona obviously wanted to continue the conversation, but a look over at her newest companion suggested that perhaps it was time to let the other woman process ... whatever she was processing. "May your travels be safe and carrots plentiful and springtime well enjoyed."

The rabbit let out what seemed like a high-pitched snicker before grabbing a last bit of food handed out by Caitriona and hopping off into the forest in an adorable manner. Caitriona played a quick tune to keep other animals away before crossing her legs more tightly and looking over towards her black haired companion. "See? Friends!" For a little bit the orange haired girl put on a false smile, before frowning slightly. "Charlotte I know I told you to stop being serious, but this expression suits you worse." The bard forced herself to put on another smile, then played a soft tune for the other woman in hopes it would make her feel a little more ... at peace.

[User]
~Charlotte LaChance~

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Charlotte hardly listened to what the rabbit was saying. She heard some vague talk of being thanked for...something. Whatever it was? She had barely even introduced herself. The rabbit and Cait started talking about the land or something. She couldn't make sense of it in her current state. The smoke was still messing with her head too much for completely rational thought aside from dredging up some thoughts she would have rather stayed buried for now. Oh, and the fact that over the course of the years she had probably killed, experimented upon, and probably did some not so nice things to animals.

As Cait started speaking again though, she managed to pull herself from such thoughts and turned her head towards the other woman. Once again, she was commenting on her facial expression. With a grunt, Charlotte rested her right arm on her right knee, still holding onto the Canteen.

"Well, this is what it looks like when someones had their basic understanding of the world shattered." Charlotte replied grumpily, shaking her head. "Friends, eh?" She had a dilemma here she didn't know how she could possibly solve, except for carrying on like nothing had changed. But she didn't want to do that. Not at all. That wouldn't make her any better than those fools at the tower. She frowned, sighing and standing back up as she brushed some dirt off of her pants.

"...I need to take a walk." She said. Mostly, she just needed a bit of time to think of a solution to this problem. At the moment though, she didn't think she could entirely do it with this smoke clouding her judgement. "I need to think a bit and this smoke isn't helping." She turned and started to leave. "I'll be gone for a bit, but I am going to the mountain near the coast. I'll be back in a few hours."

Her voice was still serious, but it carried a lot less of its usual seeming hostility. If anything, it seemed more thoughtful. Or perhaps just tired.

[Assistant]
Caitriona listened to Charlotte, frowning slightly. But on the other hand, she felt a little relieved despite the black haired girl's obvious distress. If the other woman had no knowledge of this situation and didn't think something of her 'friends' at all, the orange haired girl would have immediately gone to contact the great mothers for advice despite the current situation back with the group. Aislinn could be an annoyance, but even the frustrations she caused were minor in comparison to someone without remorse.

However letting the other woman go walking out in the middle of the night while she was experiencing the effects of the Sensation for the first time without knowing the workings of the land was a horrible, terrible idea. And besides, being in the Sensation alone was a sad and sometimes horrifying experience. The company of another named one was important and more joyful anyways.

Watching Charlotte begin to walk away, Caitriona rushed back into the cave and gathered a few things together before jogging after the other woman ... and remaining ten feet away after a little deliberation. Close enough to help or have a conversation if the other woman wanted it, but not so much as to crowd out her own thoughts if she needed to think for herself. Unless the other woman brought something up, the silence would last for about twenty minutes until a small voice broke the silence.

"Charlotte ... does the land where you live not shift with the seasons? Is that why a map works?" It was a random thought, but Caitriona finally understood what the other woman had been meaning to get at earlier.

[User]
~Charlotte LaChance~

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Charlotte had barely been paying attention when Cait followed her. She was vaguely aware of her presence, but mostly left herself alone with her thoughts. Occasionally, she'd crane her neck upwards through the trees of the forest, trying to catch a glimpse of the sky. It was clear enough, with a few clouds, but otherwise it'd have a good view if the foliage wasn't in the way. Stars were stars, even in this strange land and even if they were unfamiliar. Far away, unknown, even to the scholars of Astril, despite their attempts. She always liked the luminescent dots of light.

After some walking though, it became increasingly clear that she was thoroughly lost. Just a bit. At least, she had lost the location of the mountain. Unthinkable, considering she had memorized the path from her cave to the place quite easily, but something was different. She could tell simply from the way the landscape looked. Thankfully, Cait's voice quickly explained it, though she was asking a question. Land shifting with the seasons? She wasn't even going to question it after the talking animals. It was clear something here was fundamentally different than her usual laws of science and reason. Her normal vein of logic wouldn't work here. That both terrified, and excited her.

Right, she should answer instead of remaining silent probably.

"...no." She replied quietly, shaking her head. She had ended up walking far into the forest, the small cave that passed for her home at least a good distance away by now. Well, she had nothing better to do than talk right now. If Cait was curious, she might as well speak, at least a little. "The land is unchanging as stone. At least, any changes happen over great periods of time. Centuries, even. I assume that isn't the case here from that comment." When all other answers were exhausted, the remaining must be true no matter how improbable, after all. She sighed, shaking her head and turning to Cait. "We don't even have 'seasons', really. Everything is always blanketed in a thick layer of snow and ice sometimes deep enough for a man to fall into and never be seen again. If not, then it's one of the rocky mountains that seem to scrape the skies to the western edge of the land or one of the many pine forests. A few small grassy plains with small shrubs and bushes exist, but for the most part it is simply snow and ice. Not that I mind - Our people have grown quite accustomed to it over the centuries since we settled in the Tower. We can easily move around in a light cloak and clothing without too much trouble, as long as we do not plan to stay outdoors for long. If anything, the heat here is almost suffocating sometimes."

She looked towards the ground.

"Likewise, I am assuming you have guessed animals do not speak where I come from. Or at least, such a method of communication is unheard of among my people, though I doubt they would ever find it useful to any extent. The hunter rarely has need to communicate with its prey." She had to wonder if it even was a thing in some dusty tome in one of the libraries? It was quite possible. There were some books in there that hadn't been touched in ages because they had been deemed useless information or pursuits.

[Assistant]
The native listened as the other woman discussed the moving terrain and comparing it to her land back home, only listening attentively aside from a slight nod to confirm the other woman's suspicions. A land of ice and snow sounded harsh, considering that the island itself never was required to encounter such climates on it's own. But Charlotte seemed to gloss over the 'tower' again, which seemed to be her real home in that land. Cait thought about asking a question about it for clarification, but the other woman started talking about her friends which the native decided was more important to handle at the moment. It was rather clear the other woman was bothered by it and before mentioning anything on the subject Caitriona moved closer.

"I assumed that was true based on how you screamed 'a-animals do not talk' in a voice that sounded like a pack of hungry wolves appeared before you." The native let out a slightly teasing smirk before sighing and giving the other woman a more serious look. Cait was still high and would have preferred to have this conversation at another point in time but it was clear the black haired woman needed the emotional attention now. The other woman would feel a comforting hand on her shoulder before the native said anything else. "Charlotte ... you have clearly been deep in the world that is your mind since you found that out."

The orange haired woman had come to her own conclusions about the other woman's hunting patterns on her own when she had left previously, although based on the distressed look the other girl had painted on her face it was likely she needed some guidance. "So your people consider the friends to be prey not to spoken with ... but you have spoken to the friends Charlotte. What did you think of it?"


[System]
Quote: Well... crap.
Alias: Ecto
Age: 22
Gender: Male
Family: Fathers: Isaac Engelson, Liam Engelson (Surrogate Mother: Jane Woods)
Occupation: Online Translator
Appearance:

Eric is in the middle of his twenties, with dark hair and green eyes. He is around 5'10", and although he was considered quite lazy, a few years ago he started working out to boost his endurance, so his physique is just above average. He usually wears comfortable street clothing, jeans and cargos, T-shirts and hoodies, complete with sneakers.

He doesn't have any special costume for his "night-time" activities, as his powers give him a distinct look on their own.

Method of Operation: The cautious approach was always more appealing to him, usually scaring the criminals away. His appearance and abilities make it easy to create the impression of a ghost, and criminals are less likely to strike up a neighborhood if they think it is haunted. He also enjoys slowly building up fear in his "victims", like haunting the TV in the house burglars are about to enter, or levitating an umbrella. But if every trick fails, he does not shy away from using force and subduing his opponents, typically with either beating them with a blunt instrument or making them headbutt something with his haunting ability.

Superpower:

Spectral Form : Eric is able to turn into a gaseous, incorporeal form, which allows him to fly and move through tight spaces, like a keyhole or a chimney, though he cannot enter areas that are sealed shut completely. He can shift between this form and his human body in about a second, and when he is in this form, he cannot be touched by anything physical - as it moves right through him -, but this true the other way around as well. This does not, however, make him invulnerable. His powers seem to be somewhat related to the element of air, and and is especially susceptible to it, but other non-physical attacks can also hurt like hell.

Partial Shifting : He can manifest certain parts of his body to grab hold of objects, but the corporeal parts of him are completely defenseless, unless grabbing something that would provide protection.

Spectral Healing : While in the Spectral Form, Eric slowly heals from the wounds he suffers, although this has it's limits, and can leave scars. In any case, it stops a wound from getting worse.

Haunt : Eric can take control of objects that are not bigger than him, forcing himself into them. This allows him to move or levitate around in a rather sluggish way, but can be effective when haunting, for example, a baseball bat. Physical damage to the object also hurts Eric, so it's not worth haunting something that can be easily broken.
Haunting can also be used to take limited control over others, as someone wrestling against the haunted person. This can be overpowered by sheer strength though, and can slow strong opponents at best.

Skills: Due to his upbringing, Eric knows multiple languages, including German, Spanish, and Russian. He also studied piloting to learn about currents and basic flight physics, since he can be affected by the wind. His fighting style is closest to the "whack it until it's down" technique, he started practicing aikido and krav maga to be more efficient.

Equipment: Since the Spectral Form does not extend to clothes or equipment, he goes to the field basically naked. It would be nice to find a way not to appear in his birthday suit when shifting back.

Personality: Eric is prone to cynic joking, and likes irony. He can be sincere and serious as well, but he finds it easier to brush things off with a stoic remark. He is disappointed in humanity, as what he often sees is that man is a wolf to man, and everything is run by corrupt bureaucrats, who are consumed by greed. He believes that although there could be so much potential in people, it is squandered by selfishness and apathy for others. He doesn't like to be in the spotlight, as he has witnessed power and popularity corrupting people. He also dislikes taking responsibility, but reluctantly does so by using his gifts to better the streets, to soothe his conscience.

He disapproves of people who are what he used to be like, and feels shameful about his past as a couch potato. He regularly does cardio exercises to build up his stamina, and trains fighting techniques on his own not only to better his performance on the field, but as a way to "atone" for his laziness. He is likely to push himself past his limits, saying something gritty or just using the words "crap" a lot. This sometimes leads to injury, but since he can heal in his spectral form, he really doesn't care.

Biography: A son of a russian economist and a german engineer who moved to the United States, Eric had ha very easy way of learning multiple languages at a young age. He was also a bit of a geek, and got bullied in school, until he befriended a schoolmate who turned out to be a super with enormous strength. His name was Damien Reed. They were both huge comic book fans, and although Damien was not allowed to use his powers in public, or reveal in in an obvious way, he told his secret to Eric, who practically worshipped him. They used to hang out a lot, playing video games and watching cartoons. Since Damien's power made him fit without breaking a sweat, he was also kinda lazy, but Eric was a normal kid and the lack of physical exercise and countless junk food made him overweight by his teenage years.

Though his parents were caring and supportive, they did not like their son getting fat on the sofa and sometimes made stinging remarks about Eric's appearance, but it was also painful when Damien was adored by all the girls, while Eric was ignored by the opposite gender. So he started working out, and Damien joined him for support (even though it was nothing to him). This would soon turn into short sessions that turned into more chilling.

Time went by, and when went to different colleges and saw each other less and less. After a year into his studies, he saw some news about a superhero on the streets, rounding up criminals and smiling for the camera in the meantime. He recognized him as his best friend. When he called him about it, he admitted with pride that he has officially started his superhero career. Eric found the news fantastic, and proposed to be Damien's sidekick, but he politely declined, reasoning that this was dangerous for "normies", especially for ones who are out of shape. This made Eric finally snap from his lazy ways and work out in earnest.

But while he was losing weight, he saw his friend gradually turn into (or maybe revealing himself to be) a conceited braggart, who loves to dominate the scene. And that was BEFORE he became a corporate tool who started working for the mayor's office as a glorified enforcer. Since he was always "busy" they slowly stopped talking.

One night Eric was going home from a jogging session, while he ran into an armed robbery: two men were robbing third who was drunk after partying. Eric decided to step in, and ended up getting stabbed. While the assailants ran away, he stumbled into a corridor and collapsed from the blood loss. When he came to himself, everything was different, and felt the pain slowly go away. When he looked down, a pool of blood stared back at him, soaking a lying figure on the ground. When he looked at himself, he was floating, all blue and transparent.

"- I'm... I'm dead? Well... Crap. God dammit."

At that moment, he fell to the cold pavement, completely naked, as his usual self. That's when he realized that the figure on the ground were only his clothes, empty of any wearers.

"- I...guess not."

Cold and confused, Eric hastily dressed up in his bloody clothes and ran home. When in his house he threw everything into the washing machine and examined his wound in the mirror. It was a nasty cut, but not as deep as a full stab should have been.

"Okay, let's try this again." He concentrated, and after a short while he turned into his ghostly form once more. He could see the wound slowly, gradually get smaller and smaller healing itself.

"Groovy." This is when his life really began.

Theme Song:youtube.com/watch?v=qyNrZwDOh14

Relationships: TBD

Extra: We're NOT normal.

[User]
Wraith

Just as Wraith was about to open her mouth again, the person they'd all been waiting for walked in through the wall, and was promptly scared off by one of the most intimidating attempts at starting a conversation she'd ever encountered. Maybe having a room of armed and dangerous super-powered vigilantes wasn't the best way to start a friendship. Who knew? she thought, rolling her eyes in a way that made it quite clear what she was thinking.

She snapped out of her daydream when she heard Omega shout at her and Ecto to chase him down. As much as she'd love to stay here and be sarcastic, the guy had a point. I hate it when they have a point. If they wanted to calm Walker down for a talk though, whatever that thing Raven had summoned wouldn't help. It freaked Wraith out, and it was probably on her side.

Aiming for the space that Wall Walker had just disappeared through, Wraith phased through the wall after him, just a little too slow for her to see where he'd gone. This chase was going well so far, then. Sometimes Wraith thought she should spend less time on one-liners and more time on her job. Then again, one-liners were the most important part. She shook her head in frustration. Great. All that talk, and she'd lost him within ten seconds. If only some kind of convenient noise would lead her to where he was. On cue, she heard Omega shouting from nearby, and sprinted as fast as she could towards the source of the noise, just to see the gravity controller crumple.

She didn't have time to see if he was alright, and didn't really care either. Natural selection and everything. She was far more interested in chasing down Wall Walker, whose leg she saw disappear through the back wall. She vaguely noticed the sound of another person or two entering the room behind her as she sprinted after the criminal, phasing through the wall behind his exit within seconds. Someone needed to keep track of the guy. He'd better hope the rest of them catch up fast. For his sake, and that of his internal organs.

This was starting to annoy her now, and she completely forgot her persona as she started to chase him down. "You should really give this whole chase thing up, pal." she said, losing her cheerfulness in favour of an almost emotionless monotone. "Your powers are just a discount version of my own, anyway. And if there's one thing I hate, it's a cheap knockoff."

As she spoke, she laid on an extra burst of speed, hoping to catch up to Wall Walker. She was prepared for the guy to try and surprise her, but decided to give him a taste of his own medicine, raising the density of her fist as launched a quick punch at the fleeing criminal, preparing herself mentally for him to retaliate.

[Assistant]
Girard heard the loud crash and various grunts from what could only have been the floor collapsing under the stress as well as Scarlet along with his team to boot. He could hear noise developing near the doorway which made him rush over only to find TB held by his hoodie by a stupidly large tiger who was trying to fit through the doorway impeded by the man's staff and probably by the others if they had recovered from the fall by now. Something piqued his interest however, why was Scarlet trying to run away with Turn Back in tow? The woman/tigress could have been mauling him but instead chose to try to escape with him which meant something had to be going through her mind, maybe something they could use as leverage. that was up until the man aimed what looked to be a nasty shot straight at what he could see now was a bullet wound and knew using the other man's limited influence probably wasn't going to happen now.

The big man heard Reaper call him into action and he was forming something of a plan in mind as he moved swiftly, for him towards the doorway. With the little speed he could manage the bruiser hopped up past the porch with a big thud next to Scarlet's head as well as the hanging TB who was in some trouble. Looking a bit further he could tell Reaper was up to something seeing shadowy limbs around the front paws which were opening them up trying to cut some of the tigress' balance, he could use that big time.

First move was to pry open Scarlet's jaws enough to get TB out and away by tossing the smaller man so he could land as well as get away from the building if something went wrong which was inevitable. It was then that Girard used the leverage of Reaper to get under Scarlet's front where he starting pushing back and up, shifting a grip to the mid section opposite to her wound, fully intending to flip over the tigress so he could pin her down though preferably not on her wounded side. The claws as well as the struggling wouldn't help if he could get dominant position so he started to use his strength, weight, and straight determination to fight right back against Scarlet's own attempts to dislodge him.

"Back legs. Then get out." Tank said with a calm but strong voice towards his teammates which would clue them in if his plan wasn't entirely obvious by now.

The others were getting one hell of a show of just how strong the big man was, wrestling a massive damn tiger might've made more of an impression than the wall/stage at HQ, but that was the last thing on his mind as the showdown continued. He just hoped the others did what they were going to do quick however they would probably have to make a quick exit because with just Scarlet on the floor in this spot the old building was gonna be having trouble and with both of them nothing good would come of it so the quicker the got out the better. If it came to brass tacks Girard could shield Scarlet from the worst of the debris if she started turning back normal or to something smaller but it all depended on her but one way or the other he was going to make sure she knew the odds one way or the other.


[System]
Age: 30

Sex: Male

Appearance: 6'2" with black hair and blue eyes. White skinned. Noticeable facial hair at the chin and finely trimmed. Sporting a more Westerly appearance with a short and thin leather duster coat, white button-up shirt with a popped-out collar and a loose scarf-like tie, dark faded blue jeans, and boots.

"Shh, I'm focusing...And trying to look intimidating."

Like many of the Societas Academia, Travis has a very good understanding how magic functions and how certain spells are performed. Being an Untalent however, much of what he has learned is unfortunately outside of his realm of implementation and only gets by with the bare basics of each aspect. But to him, this is perfectly fine; the spells Travis can produce by himself are considered useful survival tools in order to help him get by.

His real prowess is through the deciphered tomes and runes recovered throughout his journeys, capable of extending his abilities beyond his current potential. Though if anything, they too are yet another means of allowing him dissect and better understand their magical functionalities and eventually reproduce their effects in more manageable and efficient methods.

Funnily enough, given his recent and occasionally perilous encounters, Travis has been seen to be a rather surprisingly athletic runner.

"Magic is simply another form of science that is growing and evolving as we continue to discover and learn more about it."

Being an Untalent amongst a rather social community of more capable Talents can definitely be rough. Condemned to a lesser status because of one's natural inability to coordinate with magic fluidly was the fate many Untalents within the Societas Academia faced almost daily. Travis however didn't seem to be bothered by this too much. In fact, he was perhaps too busy studying and discussing theories to really care at all.

While as an Untalent and indeed had higher expectations set against him by his self-deserving peers, he enthusiastically conceptualized these endeavors as welcomed challenges in order solve rather petty societal crises to stress about. Though Travis was no ace mage and was more likely a magician as far as skills go, his main strength was his constructed knowledge base with a fierce understanding of the architecture of mana and magic implementation.

After years of hard study and grueling practice, Travis eventually achieved the rank of Aspect trainee and began the next phase of his training. Without any particular proficiency found in any particular set of spells, he would then opt-in into the Aspect of Scholar. As one would expect from his intuitive personality, Travis had felt right at home with his new position and became eager to set out for new discoveries.

What he didn't know was how cruel and horrifying the world could be outside the Societas Academia. The concept of death was something many students were well versed in, some more than others, but to experience and its many forms was something rather undesirable. Thus for Travis, now a Scholar, would soon come to know and witness this concept on more than one occasion as he pursues his quest for knowledge.

"So I spoke to an ebony dressed lady from the Cult of the Enlightened. We actually had a pleasant conversation until I asked about the concept of soul weaving. She laughed. Her fur coat cried. Suffice to say, I left in a hurry."

Despite his humble demeanor, surprisingly as an Untalent, Travis is certainly not afraid to speak his mind and express his views when necessary, sometimes comical or sarcastic if it benefits the mood. Being an easily fascinated and curious sort, he takes his role as a Scholar by heart (if not seriously) and seeks knowledge whenever he can find it; until it gets him into trouble. Nonetheless, he does show great pride and devotion to his line of work, atypical as it may be.

Travis can sometimes be described as a pacifist or "pass-the-fist" as he himself describes it. He sees no need for violence and certainly rejects the notion of killing but acknowledges the need for self-defense if he cannot negotiate his way out of a troubling confrontation. Of course said confrontations are usually created by something he may have said or done without any harmful or insulting intent.

"When the going gets tough...See to it you're not where the tough goes."

[User]
Yuno glanced off towards Nemo once he made his way to the stairs before taking in a deep breath. "Well, it seems we were in agreement then. Goodnight, Travis." She stated before turning around and making her own way upstairs. Briefly straightening her arms out in front of her and then over her head as she walked to loosen and relax the. The day had been rather hectic at this point in time, and sleep seemed like the best course of action for her if she wasn't getting anything further tonight. Yet, she had a feeling her sleep wouldn't be very easy due to the anticipation and the fact the group she was now sharing the building with was full of rather interesting characters. Finding a room on the right she slipped quietly inside and turned on one of the lights to examine the room closer. Certainly, it was far better than most dorms at the academy so it was almost as if she were on vacation and not looking for the truth behind a possible quest. Spoils of good work perhaps? Though, she hasn't gotten a chance to do too much as of yet which simply tried her patience when it comes to how long she is willing to spend without definitive proof. Yet, a part of her enjoyed the change from the day she had been having back at the Acadamia which was mostly stuck inside classes she had to cram for while working on that paper she disliked. Thinking this over she determined she definitely could stay calm about the events going on here as long as it would remain interesting, at least outside of the possible violence and weary eye she planned to keep towards Nemo.

Residing towards the window of the room Yuno took a brief portion of her time to examine the stars once again as she had been before. Of course they didn't change to much in the distance between the Acadamia and this shelter Felix created. However, she wondered to herself how far this may take her if Felix was able to teleport that far and regularly in search of her, the other recruits, and next the Paragons. "…My mother would kill me in she found out about this-" she commented aloud to herself before moving away from the window many minutes after she had started her night watch. Without clothes to change into she determined it would be beneficial to sleep in her undergarments tonight. Leaving her outfit folded neatly on whatever dresser may be available and slipping under the covers she noted how nice the beds ended up being. Sinking into the softness and resting her head now with her hair flowing instead of a ponytail she left out a long overdue sigh of relaxation and closed her eyes. Slowly drifting off into a dreamless sleep.

[Assistant]
Artos Bane

Artos chuckled softly as the temperature continued to drop around him to frighteningly low levels, his breathe now came in puffs but he was at least comfortable now. Thankfully the sphere of influence he had created was roughly an inch away from his own body, making sure nobody else would suffer like he did from unoptimized weather. Being from white-out homeland he was from it was unlikely he would get accustomed to the weather differences any time soon.

"I'm fine. Just.. heat and me don't get along."

His canteens slowly emptied the pure crystal blue water, it's rich mana infused touch flowed over him with a rejuvenating effect. The soft healing eased his sore body as Artos picked himself off the floor, for the second time today he added quietly, to stand tall and proud. Felix had returned and expressed his concerns too, to which a quick wave confirmed he was indeed still alive. Artos returned his attentions back to Travis and offered his hand out.

"Apologies. I am Artos Bane, of the north, I believe is how you all refer to it. To whom do I have the pleasure of introducing myself to?"

Artos could not hide his curiosity as he took in every aspect of the man. Pale skin, long leather coat with no visible weaponry, dressed warm but clearly not for practical reasons like back home. The mans attire spoke more of a scholar than a fighter. Most of the people who had retired since he had arrived had a similar feel. Even Felix, without his armor, seemed unprepared.. Maybe the rest of them were the same.

[User]
Jessie nodded and followed Felix through the portal. Once through, she glanced around at the new location.
A rather comfortable looking room, plenty of space. There were also two other people in the room, Jessie assumed that those two, Felix and herself, were not in fact, the entirety of their party.
"So uh, Felix? You came to pick me up with kinda only the bare minimum explanation. Wanna give me a more detailed rundown on where we are now, and what the plan is?"

[Assistant]
Felix raised a slight eyebrow at the summoner's question.

"I told you about the paragon's didn't I? Well then you are on the same page as the other five in this building. As for where we are, we are in the Redwood forest in Northern California, USA. Technically, in terms of sleep times, this time zone is only five hours ahead of yours. It was about 8:00 PM in New Zealand, and it is midnight here. So you should be able to still sleep if you had a long eventful day." Felix explained, "As for our plan well, I am waiting until morning to disclose that information to everyone at the same time. Let's just say that, if you like Indiana Jones, you'll like what I have planned."

Felix looked around, "Well, I don't know about all of you but I am going to bed, we have a big day ahead of us. All of the guest rooms are up stars. Feel free to choose any of the unoccupied ones." And with that, Felix walked off towards the master bedroom which was just behind the study on the first floor.

[User]
It took a moment to Travis realize how pale, and blue, the man's skin was once he had gotten a closer look. It was almost as if the stranger himself was frozen in a well below sub-zero environment, but obviously the warmer and cozier surroundings betrayed that notion. Eventually, the pale blue-skinned figure, now appearing much more livelier than previously observed, explained that he was not very well versed with the heat, as evident by the cold atmosphere that surrounded him.

Felix returned finally, and with him yet another recruit for this fated adventure. Travis didn't pay too much mind at first to their new female counterpart at first as Felix queried about the man's condition. The stranger however waved off Felix's worries as a gesture to confirm he was well. "He's good," Travis replied.

Extending his hand to to Travis, the man identified himself as Artos Bane of the North; at least that possibly explained the cold essence about him. Travis of course kindly met the gesture but only to find out that by shaking hands with Artros did he really understand how cold to the touch he truly was.

"Y-you may call be Travis McGrath, or just Travis," the Untalent hesitantly replied with a chuckle as he felt his own body heat literally being zapped away, "And damn, you are really cold - not to be rude. I must ask how you're beyond not bothered by this element."

[Assistant]
Artos Bane

Artos smiled politely and mistook Travis' shaking momentarily for being shy. It was only when he spoke up about it that he pulled back his hand and took a large step back, separating him and Travis from the cold zone he had created. A very small smirk slipped onto his face at the irony of the statement. Beyond not bothered.. by a little cold?

"Not rude at all. My homeland is one of constant snow and freezing climates. My village in particular is protected by a blizzard so cold it has taken to freezing protected men in moments. Observe."

Artos was unaccustomed to the etiquette of those not from his homeland and was thus unconcerned with property damage as he grabbed a random book off the shelf, quickly leafing through it to ensure it was not some sacred tome or magical guide book. The written word was understandable, thankfully, and the words all nonsense anyhow. Artos turned and held the book out for Travis to see, with the swordsmans hands on the spine and cover firmly. A focus of his mana brought the temperature in his sphere of control to well beyond freezing in mere moments, the sheer cold froze the book in moments, to which Artos merely flexed his hands and shattered it into shards.

"If you are unprepared for such weather, the youth of my homeland die. Only the strong can survive it." Artos gave a light chuckle, as if the concept of death by freezing was somehow not a horrific fate. "You asked how I am not bothered by it, but the same goes in reverse. This domiciles temperature was practically suffocating. How can you stand such oppressive heat? The answer seems to be that we are familiar to very different things.."

Artos again glanced at the mans attire, this time much more noticably examining the fellow.

"Apologies now if I sound rude, Travis McGrath, but I see no weapons on your person. Perhaps you employ the use of hidden weapons?"

[User]
@Zelosse
Jessie looked over at the two other mages in the room.
"So, you guys get roped into the kooky quest too? Do you think its legit?"
She asked as she walked over to the two.
"I'm Jessie by the way. Jessie Link."

[Assistant]
"Impressive" Travis commented as Artos demonstrated his prowess in ice-related magic by encasing a non-relevant textbook in a thick layer of frost before crushing frozen book into pieces.

Artos soon briefly explained the spartan-esque tradition of his homeland where only the strong and the more capable that can handle the terrible cold can survive. He soon gave a chuckle afterwards as if the cruel concept was mere child's play. However, Artos soon confronted Travis regarding the climate most humans were used to, almost complaining how hard it was to breath with so much unaccustomed heat ever permeating through the air but quickly concluded it was a matter of familiarity.

"That we can universally agree on for the time being." he acknowledged, not wanting to enter into a debate or much less a lecture.

Like Yuno before, Travis observed Artos scanning him as if to form an opinion. Did he really look all that unusual? Apparently so to everyone else; maybe it was the coat? After awhile, Artos curiously asked if he maintained any weapons of his own after finding none externally.

"Eh, Not really. Nothing pointy or shooty in the least..." Travis vaguely explained, "Fighting is generally something I tend to avoid at all times if I can help it. I'm a Scholar so much of what I try to do is not looking for trouble, though rather opposite."

Just as Travis finished his sentence did a softer voice made itself known. The voice belonged to Jessie Link as she introduced herself; she was the same woman Felix had recruited and brought back moments before. Breaking the interaction with Artos breifly, Travis turned in replay to face Jessie in reply.

"Indeed we have Miss Link. You may call me Travis," he greeted in a bow, "While I'm sure we all have our different opinions of Felix and his incredible quest, I do however find many reasons to believe him thus far."


[System]
Basics
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Age: 24

Birthday: June 10th

Gender: Male

Personality: Nicholas believes in strong, well-balanced teamwork. He usually tries to take a leadership role, but if someone showing more confidence and toughness than him comes along, he quickly falls behind. He doesn't say much, but once he gets talking, he can't stop.

Notable traits: Overprotective, sharp-witted

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Appearance
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General: Not the most handsome person, but not too hard on the eyes, either. He's got a pretty average weight and, due to the recent goings-on, a muscular build.

Skin tone: Tanned

Hair color: Light brown

Eye color: Dark brown

Height: 6'1"

Weight: 170lbs

Other: N/A

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Miscellaneous
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Biography: Before the disease began to spread in his hometown, Nicholas lived with his parents and ten-year-old sister. He worked as a roofer while attending college to work with computers. Since most of the residents in the town have become infected, he's taken refuge in a warehouse with his little sister and sick mother.

Equipment: On hand, two machetes, a combat knife, a rifle, a 24-pack of bottled water, various canned foods, and three blankets. Warehouse has various goods stocked.

Living relatives: Mother (Melinda), little sister (Alisa)

Other: He can lift, push, and pull up to 280lbs.

[User]
"Yeah, I know," he said, referring to her comment about her soiled clothing. "We're gonna find you something to wear. Let's just kind of get moving a bit. I know it's probably disgusting," he looked over at her. "Here, let's try here."

They hadn't walked very far, but Nicholas randomly chose a house to stop in. He imagined that Mattie was very uncomfortable in her blood-stained clothing. He wouldn't want to be walking around wearing them, either.

[Assistant]
Mattie hurried inside the house and breathed a sigh of relief at the thought of different clothes. She went up some stairs in search of a closet, found a woman's bedroom, and rummaged through her wardrobe. Without a second thought as to whether or not she'd been followed, she pulled on a T-shirt, a pair of jeans, and a jean jacket that looked a little stupid but which Mattie wore regardless. Then she grabbed a pair of sunglasses and put those on.

Next stop: Bathroom. She found some makeup-removal wipes and went through all of them to get the blood droplets off of her skin, tested to sink to see if it worked (it didn't), and investigated the woman's makeup collection (it looked awful). "Boom! I'm a new person now," she said loudly as she headed back down the stairs, but then she made a stop in the laundry room. There had to be some, come on, come on... and there it was! A bottle of unscented bleach.

Mattie grabbed the container and nodded satisfied at its weight; it seemed at least half full to her. She stuffed it into one of the backpacks and turned her head. "I'm good, unless you want to loot the place. It's pretty untouched."

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Nicholas stood in the front doorway, halfway in the house and halfway on the porch, while Mattie paraded up the stairs. He figured there would be no use in following her since she was going to change clothing, and he knew it would be inappropriate for him to watch her. He tapped his foot on the wood of the entry hallway and waited. She was taking such a long time, he started to worry about her on top of his anxiety of being discovered by the undead.

He heard her yell something upstairs, but he hesitated to run up there because her voice didn't sound panicked and he hadn't heard any other commotion. As he contemplated running to her potential rescue, he saw her coming down the stairs. Relief lightened his head in a good way, and he was about to say something to her when she turned and went into another room as if she hadn't even seen him. He grumbled underneath his breath.

Then, she finally came to face him again. "Untouched?" he asked incredulously. "Really? I've been in almost every unlocked house on this street." He pushed past her and started looking in rooms. Empty rooms. Definitely empty rooms. In fact, two of the rooms didn't even have furniture.

After semi-thoroughly checking the entire first floor, Nicholas dubiously marched up the stairs and found himself in a short, narrow hallway. He picked the first room to his right, which seemed to be the master bedroom. He guessed this was where Mattie found her clothing, and left it. Upon entering the room across the hallway, the first thing he saw was a crib. He sighed. He already knew what was going to happen next.

So, when he approached the crib, what did he find? A sleeping baby, of course. Or maybe it was dead. Sick? Infected. He didn't know. He stared at it as if it had just insulted his entire family. "Mattie," he yelled, "Did'ja check any other rooms? Come up here, please."

Big blue eyes opened up and stared at him, and then the infant began to wail.

[Assistant]
"No, I didn't," she called, and she followed him slowly up the stairs, curious as to what he might have found. Shortly after she'd started tailing Nicholas, the most God-awful voice assaulted her eardrums and made Mattie cringe. She knew that sound from underpaid babysitting jobs; a feeling of dread settled over her as she entered the room and her eyes fell upon the crib. Oh, no. What were they supposed to do with a baby?

Mattie was not good at caring for other human beings. Therapists had told her that the lack of human interaction and limited affection in her early life had damaged that bit of her brain or something like that, but she knew that it would be unforgivable to leave the poor thing to starve here. Cautiously, she reached into the crib and prodded at the infant to check for anything like bites. She turned her head and looked at Nicholas with round eyes.

Her voice was soft at this point. "Maybe we should look for diapers and baby food." She chewed her lip. This was a challenge she certainly hadn't seen coming.

[User]
The baby couldn't have been more than a few months old, Nicholas thought. It looked almost like his sister did when she was that young. It had virtually no hair, and was clad solely in a diaper, left without blankets in the cold house. He remembered going into Alisa's room when she was so small, during the winter, and tucking blankets tightly around her so that her cries would hush and not wake his parents.

"It's just..." he hesitated, not wanting to voice the thought. "It's so...healthy. This house wasn't open a couple days ago. Where did its parents go...?"

He looked around for a sign. Any sign. A note, maybe? But nothing. Maybe the zombies had gotten its parents. But why didn't they get the child? It was so helpless, so vulnerable...

Nicholas reached into the crib and carefully pulled the baby into his arms, cradling it against his chest. He looked around for a blanket, or maybe some clothes. The kid was probably freezing and hungry. He slowly walked over to a dresser by the window, effortlessly and lightly bouncing the baby as he did. He was relieved to find plenty of clothes that would no doubt fit. He pulled out a blue and white striped onesie with long sleeves.

After he dressed the child, he sat on the floor and laid it in his lap, gesturing at Mattie. "Give me the back with the blankets." When she did, he wrapped the blankets around the baby. "I think it's a boy because of the clothing they've got for it, but I can't be sure. Here, hold him," he said, giving him to Mattie.

He went back across the hallway and started tearing the master bedroom apart. He knew they had to have some sort of baby album. Birth certificate. Hospital band. Something.

Then, he found it. The birth certificate. Oddly enough, the only thing he could make out was the name. He walked over to the next room and told Mattie, "It's a boy. His name is Cole S-...Sh-...Suh- what does this say?" he asked, handing the slip of paper to her.

[Assistant]
Before Mattie could say anything, there was a baby in her arms. Perhaps surprisingly, though, she didn't complain, just held it and crooned softly, "Aren't you a little cutie?" while making the blankets nice and snug for him. She smiled and cradled him, calming him with a slow and gentle sweeping motion in her arms until Nicholas came back, at which point Mattie stopped immediately so that he wouldn't comment.

When he handed her the birth certificate, she didn't snatch it as she usually did with things, but took it lightly like the paper was an egg and might break if she gripped too hard. "Shraiman?" she said. "Cole Shraiman." She was still at a loss. "I hope he has formula, or something." If there was a thing Mattie wasn't willing to do, it was to rescue a baby from an empty house only to watch it starve on the journey.

Without another word, she gave the slip of paper back and carried little Cole down the stairs and went into the kitchen. "Don't you worry, little guy, you'll have something to eat soon," she said, rummaging with one hand as she did so, careful to hold the infant. She started to whistle softly as she did so.

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Confused but not too surprised by Mattie's sudden change of character, Nicholas followed her to see what she could find. Electricity had been a thing of the past for a while now, so he hesitated to check the fridge, but did so anyway. Obviously, there was nothing of use in there. Instead, he looked through the cabinets above the counters and eventually found empty baby bottles.

"Here," he said, putting them on the counter in front of Mattie. "Found anything else?"

[Assistant] In response, Mattie held up a half-empty jar of baby food that miraculously hadn't expired yet. She slid it into one of the backpacks, then grabbed the bottles and did the same with them, and said, "We'd best be on the move again. I don't want to be stuck in here with a baby should they track us down. Did you pick up diapers? Those would be...an asset." She inwardly shuddered with the knowledge that sooner or later she would have to change this kid's diaper.

[User]
"Diapers," Nicholas sighed. "Right."

He trekked back up the stairs and into Cole's bedroom. Would they be in here or in the bathroom? He was clueless. Still, he searched around, opening drawers. He decided to stuff some of the clothes into his backpack. He looked in the crib and grabbed a stuffed monkey and blue pacifier. Just in case. He left the bedroom and looked for a bathroom, and upon finding one he started searching its cabinets. Before long, he found an unopened pack of diapers, and for some reason he felt very lucky.

"I found them," he told Mattie when he went back down the stairs. "I got his pacifier and some clothes and, uh, a stuff monkey for him." He looked at her and reached out for Cole. "Lemme hold him."

[Assistant]
Mattie held out the baby carefully and let Nicholas hold Cole. In exchange, she crammed the pacifier, the clothes, the monkey and the diapers into the backpack and headed for the front door. She peeked out of the window in case any of the infected were in a position to ambush them. She saw none, but they could be absolutely anywhere. Waiting and lusting for spilled blood. Her eyes flickered toward Nicholas, and she felt a sudden wave of gladness that he had found her. Quickly she suppressed it.

"We'll take turns holding him," she said, turning the knob. "That way we'll give each other rests from it." She opened the door and stuck her head out, again to make sure that no living dead were approaching, and stepped outside. Then she changed her mind, hurried to the kitchen and grabbed a sharp knife, and headed back toward the door. She needed something now that she had lost her crowbar.


[System]
Element:Boron
Age: 42
Gender: Male

Appearance: A short, stout man with rounded shoulders and a shining, bald head, middle-aged and usually dressed for a day spent outdoors(button up cotton shirts and cargo pants usually in the summer his sleeves are rolled up just past the elbow). 1.6 meters tall and not quite over weight. Deep red-brown skin that is smooth and surprisingly tough. Often slips from memory, or at least into obscure memory shortly after leaving direct observation, he has worked to develop an "average" aura.

Powers: reflects heat and isn't burned by anything under 2300 K(~2050 *C), is immune electric shock(non-conductive), and can shift into a pile, or low, drifting cloud of brown dust. He also wasn't as affected by the gas during basic training as the other recruits, though his sergeant said there was usually one kid who wasn't bothered by the stuff.

Weapons: A Nosler M48 TGR, a boron carbide tomahawk with a polished cherry wood handle, and a K-bar usually worn on his belt. (only the K-bar is usually carried, the rest he keeps in his car trunk or in a locker at home.

Backstory: A Native American born on a reservation in North Carolina, his powers didn't manifest until his late teens. Tecum, as most called him, hid his powers as best he could, knowing the power of fear first hand already. He hated school and joined the military to avoid college, where he became a paratrooper. He worked with the airborne artillery in the 82nd for ten years before being honorably discharged. Now he runs a small tour service in the NC mountain;, where he meets many people and learns more from listening to their talk than they think. He's working on locating other "elementals" mostly out curiosity and knowing that they will be considered outcasts, and freaks, just as his people are in America.
He has inherited a large portion of a largely unpopulated mountain in NC and is buying up the rest as he can. He has built a modest but sturdy house there, and is considering building a dormitory style shelter for any elementals that he may find. He is very secretive, while being an outgoing and engaging person. He does this by saying a lot without ever actually saying anything of value. He's never broken any laws, but he's not very fond of the US government or Europeans in general, because of his people's history with both groups. He can live off the land if he needs to, but enjoys the modern accommodations in his home and car.
He currently lives alone, though he had hopes of marrying one day, those dreams seem out of reach now. In private, his few good friends now him to be kind and protective as well as tenacious and vicious in his defense of family or retaliation on their behalf. His parents are dead, having died early due drug and alcohol addictions. He has no siblings, but considers his squad to be family and keeps up with each member. He is often called "Uncle Tecum" by the children of his squad mates, a name he encourages and lives up to with pride.

[User]
It was yet another day at the Stock Exchange, really. With a heritage dating back as early as 1585, the Frankfurt Stock Exchange was unquestionably one of the world's foremost financial institutions. Though the methods had changed over the centuries, the simple facts were the same- fortunes made and lost within moments, the financial word divided between the quick and the dead.

Outwardly it was the same for Hannelore Buchholz, a middle-aged woman married to her career. She was, as always, seated between Schumann and Nguyen, having orders barked to her by her boss Weisser. Billions of Euros she would never see or touch passed tantalizingly close before her, untouchable despite being only inches away on her computer screen. Pantsuit, earpiece, screen, it was all there, all comfortingly familiar.

But today things were a bit different.

Unnoticed beneath her desk, Hannelore was practicing with her free hand. It had been two months since she had figured out what she could do with her entire body, and she had spent a couple nights afterwards at the old railyard, cautiously lifting coaches when she was sure no one was around. But she was unsure of the extent to which she could control her transformation, and so here she was today. Her left hand out of sight under her desk, she tried to will it to turn into titanium- her left hand and nothing else. Her educated, orderly mind insisted on these tests, it was good to know her limits and capabilities as she searched for an actual use for this strange ability.

She concentrated, eyes squinting, brow sweating. Perhaps too much.

"Buchholz!" Weisser, her supervisor, snapped. Despite his dreamy expression and wooly cardigan, the old man always knew when someone's attention lapsed, even momentarily.

She automatically spun around, looking guilty and apologetic, as she had done a hundred times before. But this time was different, of course. She miscalculated her turn.

And her hand tore through the wooden desk without difficulty, simply the horrendous sound of wood splintering and tearing. Guiltily, she looked down to her left hand, only briefly taking in Schumann's open mouth or Nguyen's subtler arched eyebrow. She expected to see metal.

But instead, her hand was only flesh and blood.

"Frau Buchholz," Weisser said after a long moment, staring at the massive hole in the wooden desk. "Perhaps you might like to return home for the remainder of the day?" It was a rare display of charity from the unforgiving old man, doubtlessly brought on simply by confusion.

Nevertheless, Hannelore took it. It would be smarter for her to practice at home, anyways. "Yes, Herr Weisser, perhaps I should," she said humbly, gathering up her few items as Nguyen and Schumann stared at the torn desk in confusion. She left quickly, avoiding eye contact with anyone. The confused silence was soon overtaken by the sound of typing once more, though. The quick and the dead.

[Assistant]
Herme---Mercury

Herme threw her head back, a single tear running down her face as she spoke in a hurried, defeated tone, "Greg, how could you do this to me! I loved you more than anyone else in the world and you had to run to Samantha? Was there something she could give you that I couldn't? Is it something wrong with my face? It's something wrong with my face, isn't it?" The elderly man who stood before her wore a tight Hawaiian shirt that was just a little too form revealing, and the thoughts that were running through his head were probably thoughts of utter confusion.

"Ma'am do I know you?" At these words Herme drew her arm back and slapped him across the face.

"Gregory how dare you! You... you've already forgotten me? After all we went through together? You're a disgrace to the human race! Go dig your own grave!" With his face, now quite red the old man began to grow angrier with each passing second.

"Look lady, I came into this store to buy a tv. Leave me to shop at my leisure before I sue for assault and harassment, and frankly my name isn't even Greg, it's Richard Irelo Samuel Bighe. Leave-me-be"

Herme threw her head to the side, betrayal etched into every line on her face. "Greg... you're too cruel," she said with a whimper before rushing out of the store, sobbing as tears streamed down her face. She ran and ran, and when she was out of eye shot of the tv store instantly turned off the water works, and began chuckling to herself almost menacingly.

Herme stopped running as soon as she came to a chain link fence, standing eight feet high and blocking her pathway into the alley, it would deter the average person. However, she wasn't average. She grabbed the fence, pushed off the ground with her feet, bending her wrists at an impossible angle, she flung her legs up and vaulted backwards over the fence, landing smoothly on the other side. She looked back at the fence and noticed that the metal had begun to dissolve here she'd placed her hands. "A chain link fence not made of iron? When did this become a thing?" She said, twisting her head sideways, staring at it with a puzzled expression. She pulled out Richards phone and did a quick search on the internet. "Huh, so they started using aluminum for fences in some places in New York? Weird."

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Alessandra Guillory
"So, we will come back tomorrow and finish up our chapter on Islamic civilization. Please read though the rest of chapter 11 by next class period." Professor Juliano told the class as each student lazily made their way to the door. Alessa followed suit, until a gruff noise found its way between the grunts and muttered thoughts of her fellow classmates. "Alessandra, could I have a word with you?"

Alessa cringed and turned her body back to her professor, the bald, middle aged man before her. Professor Juliano stood with proper, tight posture as usual. His attire was nothing special, a sweater, khaki slacks and leather shoes, his reddish face not looking angry as she expected, but rather taunting.

"I take it that the classroom is no longer the exciting world it used to be for you, Miss Guillory"

Alessa stammered out, "oh, no Professor Juliano...and buy no I mean "no, I love it just as much as usual"! Like, if we were speaking French I would say Si" Idiot! That mouthful was not uncommon for Alessa to blurt out. It was as if all that time in the world of books had made her forget how to talk to other humans.

Professor Juliano chuckled a bit, "Don't worry, Alessandra, I know the classroom is becoming a bore for you." The man reaching back for the papers on his podium. "You are a fine student, and I belive something out of the ordinary is just what you need to help stimulate your mind."

Professor Juliano handed Alessa the papers. They detailed a dig site sponsered by the University, unearthing fossils out in a mountain range.

"The school asked me to pick a student to do some hands on work and contribute to the project. You were my first pick." The professor explained, "It's out in North Carolina, near a place called Dark Ridge. You'd be leaving ASAP, with full exemption from all classes"

Alessa wasn't sure how to feel about this; being dropped off in the middle of nowhere, far from home on such short notice. But, that was the archaeologist experience. "I...I guess I will go. It's a great honor that you've chosen me for this project, Proffessor Juliano." The professor nodded, explaining that Alessa should get ready, she would be taking the next flight out to North Carolina the following morning.

[Assistant]
The call finished with an almost forgotten little detail, there was an archaeological dig being conducted in some nearby caves by... the senator couldn't recall which school was doing the dig and had forgotten to write it down. Sarah raised and admonishing eyebrow at Tecumseh, knowing that he'd forgotten to do exactly that no less than fifteen times since she started working for him two weeks ago. And he'd probably forget the dig too if she wasn't careful to remind him later; so she added it to the week's to do list. Tecumseh ignored Sarah's raised eyebrow and thanked the senator for the heads up and wished him luck on the floor in the coming session. The Senator hung up shortly there after and Tecumseh drained the last of his coffee before asking Sarah what she thought of the call.

 "Well, how do you think the call went?"

 "I think it went as well as it could have. You and the senator are on pretty good terms and you aren't asking him to do anything that isn't already in his best interests to do. He should have no problems supporting your case before the senate and might even burn a few favors to get the vote swung in his favor. I wonder what they'll find in those caves."

 "Mold, mildew, guano, bugs... what? You asked, I answered. You don't like stupid answers don't ask stupid questions. Besides, I'm sure you'll find out exactly what they are looking for while you're down there handing out pamphlets and doing some personal advertising for the Dark Ridge Resort. We can do that later this week, maybe we'll even get the team to move it's lodgings up to the resort."

Sarah sighed, another day wasted trying to garner customers from people who couldn't possibly afford the resort, but she was just the intern, what did she know? It hadn't occurred to her that her boss might have other reasons to keep an eye on the new arrivals. And if he had his way about it, she never would. Tecumseh began the next task, a necessary task, though often less pleasant than keeping up with the legalities of running a resort. This morning he was scheduled to mingle with the guests and host a casual brunch for the VIP members, before they went out and played golf or, less frequently, hiked the clearly marked trails. The ridge had several nice views to offer, and some of them could only be reached by hiking half an hour or more from the resort. Hiking off the trails was highly discouraged for "insurance" reasons. Insurance was part of it, but mostly Tecumseh didn't want people wandering around with out his knowing their general whereabouts. Tecumseh sighed, as he stepped out of the office building and walked over towards the main building's lobby where he could see several patrons waiting for him and already vying with each other for a chance to speak with him about this problem or that problem. Tecumseh briefly wished that he could watch these rich sobs walk the Trail of Tears, as his ancestors had been forced too, but he pushed the thought out of his mind as it would do nothing for him or his ancestors.