[System]
Age: 20

Gender: Who even knows??? (Responds to female pronouns)

Species: Bird-human-mutation.

World of Origin:
Ryann is originally from a world most often referred to as Limbo. If were to be compared to any other world, it would most likely resemble an odd but mysterious mix of Wonderland, Neverland, and a post-apocalyptic present time, all mashed up with a bundle of deadly abominations, and evenly divided over three major islands. The scenery is mostly green, aside from a few spots of ruins or other odd structures (think Scottish highlands). Technology isn't all there, but medicine and hygiene have made their way just fine.

The wild life and people are quite similar to the ones on earth, but occasionally have odd "mutations". These could vary from a weird array of freckles to an entire extra set of functioning limbs to suddenly being able to set things on fire with your mind. The creatures there are even worse, often resembling things from nightmares. The peaceful beings living there call them static, and try their best to stay away from them. It might not be the most peaceful of worlds to belong to, but it can be downright magical at times, and is full of all sorts of unpredictable wonders.
Are you a member of TRIDENT? -
Nope.

Are you one of those seemingly normal people?
Nope. Not on Earth, at least.

Appearance:
Ryann is a small, compact person, standing barely 5'4 and tipping the scale at 110lbs, most of which is very lean muscle. Her general appearance is very androgynous, with short chopped red hair, a square jaw and very pale, rosy skin that is covered in little pale freckles. Her eyes, which people often call black, are actually a very dark brown. Her more unusual trait is a pair of small wings on her back, which fully extend at about 2ft. She can usually be seen wearing skinny jeans and button-ups, preferably with boots of some sort, though she is occasionally fond of dresses and fancier shoes. (Most of her tops have holes sewn into them for her wings).

Abilities:
- Ryann is able to read the winds, and can essentially ride them like a kite. Her wings help with balance and steering.
 She use to be able to call the wind to her in Limbo, but somehow, it just doesn't work that way on Earth.
- Her wings are able to mimic the pattern and shape of any bird she's seen the feathers of before. The process is a bit painful,
 and takes a few minutes to complete, but the variety of wings helps with steering through specific obstacles.
- She has a minor healing factor—minor flesh wounds and sprains should heal completely in about 24 hours, and anything further
 from that (that is not mortal) would take about 1/3 of the time it normally would. Scarring still remains.
- She can talk to birds, and is good at talking them into doing dumb stuff.
- A heightened sense of balance and agility.

Skills:
- Basic outdoor survival skills.
- Knows how to hunt and fish.
- Has a very good memory for directions and locations that she's been to.
- Knows how to make some boss ass cookies.
- Good at working with what she has. Very innovative.

Strengths:
- Speed and reflexes. Very difficult to catch.
- Overly observant and a bit noise sensitive.
- Has a temper hidden somewhere and can act very stubborn.
- Can take quite a beating before it gets to be too much. Built very sturdily.

Weaknesses:
- Can be careless and clumsy sometimes.
- Doesn't like stressful situations and can get overwhelmed easily.
- Isn't horribly strong herself, and never formally learned how to defend herself.
 Anyone trained in basic combat could easily take her down if they got their hands on her.
- Her ability to ride the wind, obviously, requires there to be a breeze. No wind, no power, no flight.
 Even a small breeze will do, although it might not take her as far, it's still ride-able.

Equipment Requests:
- A light knapsack with basic survival gear, and a sleeping bag.
- Pocket knives, and a lot of em. She likes to hide the suckers under her clothing.
- A couple of sketchbooks and some nice pencils.

- Although she didn't mean to drag him along, in her possession currently is a giant stone crab (about the size of a basketball)
 named Roach. He can mimic the color and texture of any object he's touching.
History:
Ryann was born somewhere on the coasts of Limbo, but after losing her parents at 4, was raised by a man named Raphael alongside two older boys, Felix and Emery. None of the children were related to Raphael, and yet somehow he'd come a parent and all of them slowly became a family of sorts. Ryann spent the early years of her childhood mostly trailing after her older brothers and getting into plenty of trouble with them. It was an adventurous childhood that kept her curious and cautious, and always wanting to explore more. You might think this dangerous in such a monster-filled world, but with her brothers alongside her, the three never faced anything they couldn't handle. They were practically inseparable since the age of 8.

A little after Ryann turned 10, she began to mutate for the first time. Her brother's had already long acquired odd traits at the hands of Limbo, so they helped her adjust when her wings suddenly began to sprout from her back, and then again when the winds suddenly swept her off a cliff then twenty feet into the air, like a loose sail caught in a strong gale. It was an adventure, one she'd obviously found a bit more frightening than others, but just as fun.

As the three siblings got older, they began to adventure in their own directions, often only joining one another for meals or when asked. It wasn't that they were growing distant, but more than they were growing independent, and more willing to brave Limbo on their own. That is exactly what Ryann was doing, the day that the rift appeared. She had Roach with her that day, forced to bring him along after he threw a fit about her leaving. Something was bugging him, and she hadn't a clue what it was, so she quietly tucked him away in her bag and let him come along to calm his nerves. She was on one of the steepest ridges towards the coasts, playing on the winds like she often did before dropping into a thick pine tree for a rest.

She only briefly remembers hearing a strange screeching, like large chunks of metal being thrown into an oversized blender and left to ride the distorting winds. It startled her, sure as heck, but not soon enough before a giant dark spot in the sky ripped wide and pulled her in.

Personality: Very energetic and curious, to the point that nothing is off limits once it catches her attention. Being both friendly and open minded, Ryann has never had trouble getting along with others. She's stubborn at times, and doesn't trust other's knowledge of word without proof that they know what they're doing. She can be cautious when the situation calls for it, and has a good eye for detail. If she's asked to help with something, she most likely will, and with honest effort; however, she doesn't enjoy outright dangerous endeavors, and would rather stay neutral during conflicts. She's crappy at remembering names, and often gives out odd nicknames whenever she can't quite recall someone's name.

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Will was taking another look through the bag he'd searched before, quietly watching as the others took their loot and talked. The new group were seemingly as unfamiliar with each other as he and Dzel, furthering driving home the point that the situation was insane. He briefly wondered if he was in shock, after realising he hadn't really registered that one of them had fucking wings.

He noticed that nobody else seemed to be pulling out guns from their backpacks, rather they had things that his one lacked in addition to a standard set of supplies- he was a bit worried that he'd assumed they were all the same, and chalked it down to being shaken by the situation. Will forgot about that, as he found the strange device that he hadn't had time to look at before. He glanced around to see the big guy, Dimitri, doing some literal glowing magic, as he fumbled around for the devices on switch.

Muttering under his breath, Will said "Hope you at least are just some weird technology rather than more of that", as the screen flicked on. He watched curiously as an animation began to play- and the floor beneath him began to shake. The resonating boom roared out, and will froze, the blood draining from his face. His mind went back to being on a ferry from Sakhalin to Sapporo nearing his destination, and seeing the city disappearing a flash of light in the far distance. The mountain shook.

He bolted to his feet, lugging on his bag and spoke "Happening again. Mountain is shaking itself apart, no routes out will be good, all better than staying. Taking tunnels, follow or don't. If you see a flash of light on the horizon, get behind cover and shield your eyes." Will headed for the tunnels and got the fuck out of there, almost like someone with PTSD rooted in nuclear warfare who thinks he's in a nuclear war again. In fact, exactly like that.

He wasn't acting entirely rationally- there wasn't much nearby to nuke- but he was at least acting quickly, and doing a good job of running away.

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Dimitri had nursed the bottle of peach schnapps down to about half way during the time he was laying there recuperating. The veteran only felt slightly fuzzy from the effects of the fruity alcohol but it would have to do for now.

As he laid there others spoke of their homelands and other bits and pieces but it was all foreign to him. He began to long for his homelands once more. the familiar faces of his companions. The curvy sorceress, that brute of a warrior and even the hunter and his thick exotic accent. He missed being in the heat of battle and the long journeys full of nights so dark, the glow of a fire spread far and wide. But most of all, he missed his flask and his mace. The absence of these items made him feel incomplete and he longed to feel the familiar tug of his soul essence as it resonated from the catalysts. He patted at the flask's usual spot on his waste with a sigh. Even the air on Temperance seemed more refreshing than this frigid wasteland.

As expected, Dzel's head drooped after a few moments but still the woman would not succumb to sleep eve after all her wounds and his healing. The monk admired her even more for the way she handled the side effects of his potent healing.
she would definitely prove useful should they be forced into battle and as a feeling of dread flooded into him he was all the more glad that he had spent the time tending to her.

The moment the ground shook William shot to his feet rambling off a number of comprehensible things and bolted towards some tunnels that Dimitri had only just noticed. But he had been preoccupied since the group had found their way inside so it was perfectly acceptable for him not to be fully aware of his surroundings wasn't it?

A few moments later a blood curdling roar erupted from the sky far above and Dimitri watched as Dzel stirred at the sound of the roar. It was a casual stir, no where near the same reaction that William had just displayed. In fact, if the warrior was at all startled by the sound, she made a good show of not revealing it.

"That can't be a good sign now can it" he spoke ominously as he dragged himself to his feet. It took a few minutes for the monk to get the better of the weariness that was threatening to turn his legs to lead. He had exhausted a massive amount of energy to get Dzel back up to the capacity she would need to be worth a damn in a fight, but the rest was up to her to deal with for now.

He glanced around the room at the others, gauging the integrity of the walls at the same time wondering if they would withstand another tremor such as the one they had just felt.

The monk pointed at Williams's back then continued "Who wants to follow William? and who has another idea?" his eyes rested on Dzel again as he met her eyes. "I'm definitely up for suggestions!"


[System]
Rank: Private First Class
Age: 21
Sex: Female

Appearance:
Height: 168cm
Weight: 68kg
Known Medical conditions: None

Bio: Sif, born on the world of Wendell, was forced to play heavy a lot compared those born on other planets. Wendell has a gravity heavier than many other planets, forcing the inhabitants to evolve to adapt to these heavier gravities and objects. Because of this, Wendell produced great engineers and even soldiers. Sif herself joined into the space military at the age of 19, and after taking part in a pair of battles and a few fights over rules on board a ship, was moved to the position of an MP (military police).

How you got here: Sif was in the process of removing a member of personel who did not want to leave the bridge from the bridge. Her ward (person she was escorting out) was sucked into the void once the ship was hit, before the emergancy deflector sealed the breach, leaving her on the bridge.

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Arica lay slumped over her console only semiconscious her vision still blurry as she tried to regain her breath. Everything was going in and out of focus though she didn't need to see anything to tell that everything had gone to pot with the smell of electrical fires and charred flesh filling the air. Finally managing to lift her up head up she looked around her sight no longer blurry she saw the sheer and utter devastation that had befallen the bridge. Arica had to slide out of the gap between her chair and console as the chair was wedged in place by debris. The only good thing about this situation was the ship still had some life in her but how much was yet to be determined.
"Helmsman Arica reporting in condition minor injuries medical assistance not required" she sounded off as she checked over her body to find only minor scratches and a bump on her head where she had hit the console when she passed out.

After a few moments of looking she couldn't find a working console that wasn't unoccupied so she decided to comfort and help the injured as best she could. She began checking the pulse of anyone who might still be alive. Some unfortunately on closer inspection had the backs of their head missing or a jagged piece of metal in their backs. However what was truly horrifying were the people who looked like they should be dead but somehow still clung to life. Arica knelt down next to a man who's console had clearly blown up in his face as his eyes were shredded and he had a large piece of his console imbedded in his chest.
"Hello is someone their" the man said weakly.
"Yes don't worry I'm here... the medic will be with you shortly your going to be just fine" she said pausing finding it hard to lie to him as she didn't know how long it would be or if he was going to make it.
"I can't see and my legs I can't feel them... what's wrong with me" he said in a slightly raised voice.
"We won't know until the medic arrives" Arica replied not wanting to tell him about his condition. She signalled the medic to come over pointing down to the injured man not wanting to say anything as it might panic him.

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After having slung three broken limbs and sealing five lacerations, Layette jogged over to Arica and the injured man. She stared solemnly at the man for a brief moment, looking him up and down. His eyes and mot of his face was burned and lacerated, reparable, but only in the surgery bay. A large shard of console was jutting from his chest and bleeding profusely. Not in the right position to hit the heart, but might have punctured his lung. A quick inspection of the bloody spittle around his mouth confirmed this. She sighed softly and looked to Arica. Saying nothing, she shook her head before turning her attention back to the man, a young corporal.
"Relax, corporal." She said, calmly and firmly, placing a hand on his shoulder and taking his arm. "I am CMO Mackinyre. Please hold still. I am going to give you an injection."
She removed a needle gun from her medkit and placed it against the soft flesh of his forearm. There was a soft hiss of CO2 and as she removed the needle the corporal slumped in his seat, unconscious.
"I am afraid that is all I can do for him." She said to Arica.

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Alistair groaned, slumped over in his chair as life slowly returned. Following on the heels of that was a wince at the throbbing pain in his head which did not make things pleasant, to say the least. And as if that wasn't enough, the room seemed unusually dark once he had opened his eyes, even with the emergency lights to add to the illumination. At least the warning klaxons weren't going off and making things worse.

Shaking his head for a bit, and wincing against the pain that raised, he looked around to see others in motion, the rest of the bridge crew apparently recovering from what had happened as well. He was just glad that he had buckled in, so as to not be thrown across the room by the sudden impact, or something like that. That wasn't the sort of thing he needed for his day, that was for sure.

"Ugh....I'm alright," he called, forgetting to identify just who he actually was. He had more important things on his mind. His attention returned forward to the flickering console in front of him, and he reached forward to try and mess with it, see if he could restore some life to it. He got that far, before the throbbing in his shoulder intensified, preventing him from a full range of motion no matter how much he tried.

So after a pause, he posted an addendum to what he had said. "Actually, something's wron-ahhh, with my arm." A hiss escaped in the process, indicating his current state. "My terminal's broken too." Well then, this was a fine mess wasn't it?

[Assistant]
Once recovered, as well as she could, anyway, Sif blinked out dark spots in her vision, and began to make a mental checklist in her head and check it off. The checklist had nothing to do with the current situation, not with anything around her at the time. It was just a simple checklist of things she wanted and had to do for the day. This was her technique for calming herself, and she had used it since the first time she had looked down from the top of her friend's apartment building's penthouse balcony. The insane height of the balcony had made her quite nervous.

Taking a deep breath, Sif climbed to her feet and, upon realizing that no threat was going to pop up and start shooting from some unseen boarding, she returned her sidearm to it's holster. "Private first class Sif Artii, reporting status green!" She calls out, before moving to see who was up. Her first instincts were to move closer to the ship's second in command, wanting to defend him, as it appeared the captain was no longer within the ship. However, when she came to a proper decision, she moved over to CMO Macintyre. "Do you need assistance with the wounded, ma'am?" She asks her, after a quick salute.

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Already busy with removing a shard of metal from a private's thigh, Layette didn't bother with the formalities of a salute and simply nodded, gesturing her over.
"Hold her leg down, private." She said, grasping the shard of metal in one hand and a strip of synthskin in the other she waited for Sif to hold the leg in place before she pulled the shard out in a single motion. The woman cried out and Layette pressed the synthskin over the wound, discarding the bloodied metal scrap as the synthskin began to adhere over the wound.
"Thank you, private Artii." Sh said, wasting no time getting to her feet. She paused a moment to take stock of her medical supplies. The initial chaos had used up almost half of them, most people being either only minorly wounded, or beyond the help of a first aid kit. The only thing she was nearly out of was sedative.
"I am going to need to get to the medbay if I am to treat any more severe injuries." She said.

[Assistant]
Derek nodded and turned around to get a good view of the mess that was the brige. He could see a few dead bodies there heads caved in like it was paper. They where the lucky one's. He then spotted the first of the unlucky one's. He saw a man his guts all over the floor. He looked pale and Derek knew he would't live long. He walked over to the poor sob and grabbed his gun. Luckily for him he was unconscious so his last seconds would not be that of fear. He aimed at the mans head and pulled the trigger.The gun sound echoed through the brige and someone started to scream.
Derek sighed knowing that everyone would panic if he kept up like this." Alright everyone listen up. If i see someone who is not save able i will shoot a bullet through his skull. Now you might be thinking that that's inhuman but i'm not gonna let these poor man suffer." He then started to walk around looking for some sorry sod who he had to put down.

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As the shot rang out, Layette's attention focused squarely on him, brow furrowed. She stormed up to him and grabbed his arm firmly, staring him down.
"Stay your weapon! What the hell do you think you're doing, sergent Hogan?" She barked.

[Assistant] "Yes, ma'am. Pleasure to be of-" Instincts cut in as soon as Sif heard the shot, her hand darting for her gun before whipping it up, safety off, pointed straight in the direction of Sergeant Hogan. However, she noted that miss Layette managed to get to him first. This didn't stop her lowering her gun, though. In fact, it made her more protective, her aim always wavering to any point of Derek that wasn't shielded by the Lieutenant-commander. "Sergeant Hogan, you are breaking section eleven part thirty-one of the SNMRG (space navy military regulations agreement) by firing your weapon intentionally or unintentionally at an injured member of the space navy. I therefore order you to put down your weapon," Sif demands, her aim no longer wavering, sighted straight at his chest.

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Yay wondered what God saw fit in giving them this fortune. Was it for teaching an important lesson? To forge relations for life? Or the almighty one was so bored, he couldn't think of anything else, and amused itself with their suffering? Nonetheless the bridge was in a terrible state. He felt really sad for the medic as he took in all the details of the situation. One medic to dozens of wounded. His muscles tightened and relaxed as Derek shot the poor soul. At least they won't suffer any longer.

But not everyone appreciated this effort. Both the MP and the medic stopped him. What a fucking commktion. This was exactly his problem with soft people. When someone makes a hard decision their will falters, but they themselves are too weak to make sacrifices. Even if that means killing other people. He slowly walked over to them and pressed down the MP's gun. "At ease! No need to shed more blood! Derek is doing the best of his abilities to help the others. If you would have your gut outside of your body, wouldn't you appreciate a bullet to the head? I dont care about military rule now, we should act humane, not civilized. As far as I see things have gone shit, so lower your weapon goddamnit!" His eyes were fierce and he gazed right into the woman's eyes. Which was no small feat with the height difference between them.

[Assistant]
Layette stepped back from Derek, releasing his arm. She looked toward Yay and hesitated a moment before addressing him.
"With all due respect, commander Yay, as Chief Medical Officer aboard this vessel the wounded are under my direct care. I have already sedated many of those who cannot be saved. There is nothing else that can be done for them without intensive surgery but I have already ensured that they will die painlessly. This kind of brutish execution is unnecessary."

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Derek was about to give mercy to another wounded when someone grabbed his arm.
Supprised he looked into the eyes of none other than docter Layette. Who for some reason did not realise the situation they where in. Before he could say something
Sif aimed a gun at him and told him to stand down. And before he could respond to that the now newly promoted to captain mr Yay aimed his gun at Sif. Not even two minuets in and they where already trying to kill eachother. Atleast Layette got the idea as she released him stating that she was in charge of the wounded. Aplogies miss but this wasn't execution. Killed that man out of mercy nothing more nothing less. He then looked at Sif and said. Honey could you please lower the gun?"

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Yay couldn't stand being adressed by his name. Not even his friends called him Yay. He hated when people called him like that. Especially arrogant people. He pushed the MP's arm away and turned to the medic.

"Doc I understand you want to save them all. But you cannot! You should use the sedative meds on those who can be saved, and let us use bullets on those who cannot be! This is a warship not an ambulance, so I am sure we have plenty more bullets than medical supplies. If we waste all the meds who knows when will we get new ones. If we waste bullets, there is probably one right around the corner!" He was enraged, and he probably sounded like a ferocious beast. But he didnt care. Intimidation is the best way to end a battle before it even starts. "Doctor there is a guy in pain just across the room. Will you let him live in vain just cause you wasted all the sedatives on those who will die anyways? Can't you see the bigger picture?

[User] "I am doing the same thing with sedative that you're doing with ammunition, sir." Layette said, her usual poe faced expression giving way to a slight snarl. "If these men are going to die, they deserve to dies peacefully sedated, not terrified with a gun to their heads." She turned on her heel and crossed the room to the aforementioned injured man, tending to his injuries.

[Assistant] Sif's gaze turned up to the Second-in-command as her gun was lowered by him. She listened and watched as he tried to glare her into submission. She glared back. She knew that she could beat him, no matter what difference in muscle, height or whatever they had. Everything was heavy where she came from, which was why her 9mm was modified a little to weigh a bit more and make it easier for her to handle. Once her arm was released, and Yay had turned away, Sif took two steps backward, to get distance from him, and then raised her weapon, aimed straight at his back. Though the LC apparently had submitted, Sif was not yet ready. "Sir, you have broken section thirteen part twelve of the SNMRG by ordering the ballistic execution of fellow crewmen without a lawful reason to do so," she says in a loud voice. "Stand down."


[System]
Alias - Ferro Lad

Age - 19

Powers/Primary Skills - Organic Iron Transformation- Ferro has the superhuman ability to convert the tissue of his entire body into an organic Iron. He is able to transform into this armor-like state at will. After transforming into Iron he possesses vast superhuman strength and is invulnerable to most forms of bodily harm.

Weaknesses - No Anchoring Ability- Ferro is unable to anchor himself to the floor, meaning he is easily thrown around.

No Formal Combat Training- Ferro relies mostly on brute force when fighting. As a result, Ferro lags behind better trained fighters. His speed when in combat is abysmal when compared to a trained opponent or ally.

Brief Bio - Andrew Nolan and his twin brother, Douglas, were born with severely deformed faces. Horrified, their mother, Mary Nolan, a famous stage actress, abandoned them. Left in the care of an unscrupulous scientist called "Doc 30", he escaped as a teenager while Douglas remained behind. As a result of this experience, both Douglas and Andrew gained the ability to transform into living iron, from which Andrew took his name (Fe is the periodic table designation for Iron). After Braniac 5's betrayal, Ferro Lad rejoined with the remaining members of the Legion to protect them and perhaps find his brother once again.

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Pano had been walking along peacefully enough with the group until he nearly tripped over himself at the sound of the explosion emanating from a trash can. He decided to pay it no mind as it seemed it had been the Daxamite who had caused the issue and him simply being from Daxamite was an excuse enough to be ill-equipped to handle some of the foreign technologies that Earth had to offer.

Momentum adjusted his pace so that he was walking beside Bulk Lad. Pano felt an innate bond with Dai simply due to their common interest in superheroes and this made Dai one of Pano's closest teammates, though wether this held true with Dai as well had yet to be seen.

"In all honest" Pano whispered to Dai "I'll bet those other recruits just got lost or had somewhere else to be. Not everything is overly complicated or the fault of Brainiac 5." Pano said, letting his two cents on the matter be heard by his closest company. Pano was very flustered about Brainiac betraying the Legion since on the one hand he didn't know the former hero very well and as such didn't have any first hand personal ties to him but when Pano used to watch the Legion's escapades in heroics, he wouldn't even be able to imagine them without the team's local egghead. Pano was hurt on a deeply emotional level by the hero's betrayal but he still had a sliver of hope for the rouge robot. Lately Pano had been using his what free time he had looking through all of the data the HQ still had on Brainiac in the hopes of finding someway to bring him back to the path of righteousness though so far Pano hadn't found anything substantial yet.

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When the trash can popped like a firecracker near Dai the Gluconian in the team to jump slightly. He had been a bit on edge lately, hearing the news about the others having trouble arriving made Dai more paranoid about what was going on. Rokk's silence on the subject wasn't helping. If there was something that Dai didn't like, it was the feeling of not being told something he should know.

When Pano leaned over, whispering about how his thought that the team were simply lost, Dai groaned a bit. Looking as lean and mean as he usually does when he hasn't eaten in a while. The clothes he had on were from Earth, so they didn't have the stretch most Gluconian stuff has. Meaning if he had eaten with the others at Big Belly Burgers he would most likely be ripping out of said clothes. It was partly that, he was never very impressed with Big Belly in general. They expanded out to Glucona but ran into controversy considering their name on a planet of people who essentially are food balloons ran into issues. That, and the more refined palliate of Gluconians made the expansion a bust.

"You sure?" Dai responded leaning back, "I mean I've never met Stargirl, but her getting lost doesn't sound right at all." He knew Pano had been taking a keen sense to Brainiac 5, in particular saving the robot mastermind from himself essentially. Something Dai didn't honestly think was either possible, or even at this rate reasonable. "I mean it might be case by case, but really man its hard not to think Brainiac's got a hand in it somehow."

Pano and Dai had really developed a friendship ever since the team really began to be formed. It was their mutual love of superheroes and just generally nerdy behavior that brought the two together. Especially when Dai and Pano have both spent time geeking out over one another's collections of memorbilia and other things. "If it was just them being lost or having a change of heart Cosmic Boy would tell us right?" Dai asked Pano.

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Isaak was walking around downtown metropolis with the other members of the legion and in civilian clothing as they looked about the thriving city. This world was very different from Zornia, it was more hectic and diverse in life. He liked earth and living on the planet, but he still missed his home world despite his people's feelings about him being a half breed. Isaak's attention was turned to Sol when he asked him about his symbol on his costume.

"I don't want to copy the Superman symbol. The design looked cool and I think it is different enough from the S shield" he said to the Daxamite as they walked through downtown.

"So what's next on the list agendas for our little club?" he asked the Daxamite curious to hear his response.

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On a street in downtown Metropolis, there was an old fashioned video arcade. "Old fashioned," here meaning "cheap." They didn't have any of the latest games, many in fact being nearly a thousand years old(the hardware long since replaced, but the game itself remaining unchanged). The upshot was, if you didn't mind the lack of modern neural feedback, it was a very affordable place for a gamer on a budget.

Tommy Tinker was one of these. His home computer could play many games, but was very bare-bones and had no virtual reality capacity. Here at Old Code, he could play on the old fashioned goggles-and-toggles VR for quarters on the hour. Today, however, his quarters were being put toward charitable use.

Tommy was standing, arms crossed with his hand on his chin in a thoughtful gesture, looking at the display screen as a younger human girl wore the goggles.

"It's not like the game pad on Mortal Kombat or Tekken, Sylvia," he was telling her as her avatar on screen took another hit from her opponent. "You have to move your feet," though she couldn't see, he demonstrated, perhaps subconsciously, a quick step as if avoiding a blow in a fistfight.

"I keep forgetting!" Her stress was rising as her health bar lowered. In a moment, her avatar fell down, lying on the ground with a view of the man across the ring moonwalking in victory.

"It's alright!" Tommy fed another quarter into Punch Out Classic VR, "Here, Smokin' Joe is a tough opponent anyway. Try Brian Sutherland, he goes down easy."

She made her selection and was soon swinging her arms at nothing, while her avatar landed punches on her mulleted contender. "Feet," Tommy breathed, and she shuffled sideways in time to avoid Brian's swing. Another punch and he went down. Sylvia jumped for joy and pulled the goggles off. Though it wasn't necessarily an impressive showing, a couple of nothing-better-to-dos had gathered and gave her an encouraging cheer.

"Nice! Try Ali next, he'll show you how to move your feet for real. Here," he dropped a handful of quarters into her hand, "You're on your own, I've got a high score to beat on Guitar Hero 13."

Some of the crowd, casual acquaintances of Tommy's, followed him, while a few others stayed to play cheerleader for Sylvia's next bout. After a quick count of his quarters, Tommy realized he'd only left enough for two tries. He shrugged, it was alright. He'd just have to beat it in one.

In a moment, he was shredding on the little plastic guitar.

[User]
The group of young heroes continued walking through downtown Metropolis taking in all the sights. Sol was the most in awe, despite living on Earth for a little while now he still wasn't used to being around so many aliens. In all seriousness Momentum actually made him feel the most awkward, even though they've been chatting off and on the last few days like the best of friends. Sol was calling himself Ultra Boy on the other side of the United States in Coast City when Cosmic Boy found him. Metropolis is about three times the size of Coast City with about six times as many people. Working as a peacekeeping force for the United Planets came with some benefits in the form of personal credit cards. Sol's new wardrobe was already twice what it was back on Daxam.

"I'm starting to love this city. No wonder Superman called it home. Anybody wanna go see his statue in Centennial Park?" Sol asked no one in particular.

About time the group made it's way to a shopping mall noises could be heard from one of the more old school arcades. Most of the team paid it no mind, however there was a man walking through the mall that had a strange look about him. As he approached a food stand it was clear the girl working at the eatery knew the man.

"You wanna choose a life of making pretzels in this city over me? Do you have ANY idea where I was gonna take us Seline?" he screamed as a little electricity flickered in his eyes.

Lights began flickering off and on as some burnt out or burst from too much electricity going into them. It was clear he had to be stopped, and it would seem most of the Legion had already got beyond earshot of the troubled young man. The arcade, as well as a certain someone, was just next door....

~KL~

[Assistant]
"Well- I mean maybe they didn't notify Cosmo. Maybe its just a really big coincidence that we were the only ones to show up AND the other haven't contacted us yet." Pano proposed in a hopeful manner. He was beginning to doubt his own theory but he still held onto the idea that the others were alright because if Brainiac 5 had the power to kidnap some veteran heroes plus some promising candidates for the Legion of Super Heroes then what chance was there that the current group could take him out. Pano was brought out of his train of thought by the Daxamite, Sol, asking if the group wanted to visit the Superman statue.

"Shlashg yeah!" Pano called out as he shot his fist into the air and quickly brought it down in excitement. Even with all of his speed, Pano still hadn't gotten around to visiting all of the amazing superhero locals around the city.

[User]
The epic shredding climax of Wyrmsquad's masterpiece, Beyond the Burning Plain was overshadowed by some screaming from next door. At first, Tommy turned his head, his fingers still clicking away at the plastic guitar's buttons by muscle memory, but when he missed a note and his point streak died, he handed the guitar to one of the few bystanders who was still more interested in the game than the scene that was developing nearby. In a moment even those who wanted to keep playing their games had no choice, as the power flickered and all of the consoles reset. A crowd was gathering by the window to try to see sideways at the man who was accosting some girl who was just trying to mind her own business at work.

Tommy looked about and saw nobody trying to help. In fact, as energy seemed to arc off of the man, many seemed to think they had better places to be just now, and only the bravest of voyeurs remained. If only there were something more he could do, he was on his way to the phone in the back of the store to call the police. But how long would it take them to get here? If only… if only it were true. The power that the talking cat had given him, or that he had dreamed about. It knocked about at the back of his head.

But this was it, he realized. This was true moment the cat had meant, when he could help someone with more than mere generosity. All he had to do was say that word… he looked around self consciously. No one was looking at him. If it didn't work, if it wasn't true, no one would see for him to be embarrassed.

He put the phone down and called out.

"Shazam!"

The effect was instantaneous. Lightning struck from the sky, passing through the building's roof and all of its levels without harming them, and left not Tommy Tinker standing there, but a full grown man. He was tall, and he was strong, and he didn't waste more than a second. He became a green blur, passing incredibly fast, yet gently, through the crowd, to come to rest mere inches from the aggressive, yelling man. A hand on the man's shoulder stopped his raving in its tracks, and he turned around, wild eyed, to face the alien hero with all the confidence of a man newly come to his powers.

Tommy spoke over him before he got a word out, completely ignoring the small arcs of lightning that were passing from the man's body to his own. "I think the best thing for you to do is walk away, friend."

[Assistant]
As Tommy cried out, Andrew felt his heart sink.

"I'm starting to regret coming back." He muttered to himself as he undid his cuffs and loosened his tie. "Hey, if I'm going to fight, I might as well look good doing it. I'll be right back, don't hurt yourselves while I'm gone." He stated calmly, turning to the arcade and rushing over, his suit jacket trailing behind him.

Oh boy, I'm actually looking forwards to this, get out some aggression, take my mind off the missing ones, maybe show some punk kid that superpowers don't make you invincible, unless your power is invincibility... oh god is his power invincibility? I can't handle that right now. Andrew closed with the shop quickly, though he had even more quickly begun to think that he had been a little impulsive.

Entering the shop, he approached the two superheroes with a raised eyebrow, though it was invisible to anyone but himself. Two metas? I can feel my resolve weakening. Andrew thought to himself as the darker man flinched away from the other, larger hero. His hands quickly transformed to metal, prepared for any form of attack.

"What's going on in here?" Andrew said, breathing deeply due to his short run. He turned sideways and lifted one hand to his chest, the start of a fighting position. He looked at the green-clad hero intrigued. The power radiating from him could be felt very strongly, even by Andrew, who possessed no natural energy-sensing abilities.

"Listen, both of you, I can tell that you're both very powerful, and I don't wish to antagonize the either of you, but if you could please take this conflict elsewhere, I don't want anyone getting hurt," Andrew pleaded. Though his words rang true about the green-clad one, he was simply appeasing the less-powerful one, he had no worries about that one's combat ability.


[System]
Criminal: Yes
Convicted For: Illegal modification of civilian craft/weapons and running illegal cybernetics operation as well as multiple black market trades.

Species: Human
Gender: Male
Sexual orientation: Homosexual
Age: 29
Height: 5'9"
Weight: 160 lbs

Apparel: Drew wears a form-fitting grey and black uniform, a large tool belt with just about every standard issue tool in the book as well as several specialized and some primitive tools, even. On top of this, he's usually wearing his mechanic grieves.

Drew isn't one to leave the (relative) safety of the ship. He's a talented engineer who devotes his time to making sure everything continues working. That said, when the situation calls for it, he has military issue light combat armor (also in grey and black) which is fully sealed and capable of supplying oxygen.

Weapons:

A modified standard issue M-488 pistol. This pistol is known to be prone to overheating issues while being an otherwise accurate and reliable model. Drew has dramatically increased the efficiency of the heatsink of his particular M-488.

Equipment:

With his love for tech in general, Drew didn't pass up on dabbling in cybernetics. He not only has optic implants of his own design which allow for telemicroscopic vision as well as full spectrum heat maps. He's also got a standard in-ear communications implant, and a pheromone implant which secretes synthetic pheromones to elicit a pleasurable response.

Other than that, he has a pair of grieves which essentially function as jetpacks or just propulsion in zero grav for any maintenance that would require them.

Personal Starfighter: None.

Skills:
Engineer - Drew is an extremely talented technician in almost every field of tech. Weapons, engines, cores, starships, ground vehicles, cybertech, etc, you name it. if you have a problem and provide him enough time, he can probably fix it.

Pheromones - In short, he almost permanently smells really good, even despite spending most of his time sweating in an engineering bay. While Drew isn't the most charming of people, he's certainly alluring. With an implant constantly secreting pheromones which typically receive pleasurable responses in the species around him at any given time, he's usually received friendlier than he deserves in social situations. Originally implanted to get better deals while black market trading, he's never removed it since, finding that he gets in far less confrontations after it was implanted.

Telemicroscopic Vision/Full Heat Map - This implant was meant for engineering work that took ludicrous amounts of finesse and attention to detail. When something's gone wrong with a piece of equipment, his optical implant will usually help him spot it so long as he has a general idea of the problem.

Weaknesses: Doesn't tolerate people talking down on him. He's also very argumentative when it comes to any tech subject that he's pretty sure he knows more about.
Powers: None

Personality:

Usually fairly calm and collected, he's got a soft spot for sarcastic and dry wit humor. Drew takes "treat those how you want to be treated" to a tee. If you're respectful of him he'll reciprocate in kind. If you're a dick to him, expect to receive plenty of back talk. He's super excitable when it comes to new technology or modifications.

Background:

Humble beginnings is honestly the best way to describe Drew's childhood. He was born outside of Earth's Solar System on Epsilon Eridani b. There, he grew up with his parents and his older brother Paul. His father was a simple mechanic running a repair shop for civilian craft, and while Paul took to completely different areas of study, Drew took to mechanics almost like second nature from an early age. His father let him come into the workshop from time to time, and Drew with a constant hunger for improvement quickly became a fairly competent mechanic as early as 12.

That drive for improvement never stopped and soon, Drew knew enough to begin engineering his own parts. He dreamed of a higher education and working with tech for the rest of his life, but with his father too poor to afford schooling, Drew did what he could with textbooks and any information he could find on the extranet. Armed with more knowledge, he stretched into other tech and worked on navigation systems, ship body mods and dabbled in a little cybertech. His father, simultaneously impressed as well as proud brought Drew on as a full employee in his early teens, and within their small colony Drew became a source of rumor. Not only could this kid fix just about any craft in a heartbeat, he could improve it. And beyond that, he could fix just about anything. These rumors eventually drew the attention of executives at several vehicle companies, and he was hailed as a child prodigy.

At the age of 16, his dream of higher education was fulfilled, and Drew took a full ride scholarship to a prestigious engineering academy based on Earth. In his first year, he already proved himself more capable than a large portion of the entire school's population. And beyond that, his thirst for knowledge and improvement lead him to take classes in just about every area of tech imaginable. While most people were declaring their majors and joining a specialized field, Drew felt stuck, unable to commit to any specific kind of tech. And while most people would feel stretched thin, Drew only became a more proficient engineer, both digital and mechanical. To him, Technology and it's advancement was basically an unlimited source of power. Who needed an alien race's telepathy when one could essentially do the same with a communication chip?

At 19, he left the academy. Not because he had failed, but because he felt the academy was only stifling his growth. He got back in contact with his brother, who was now a trained surgeon and proposed the idea of offering cybernetics implants, which they'd have to run underground at first with no funding, but would eventually pay off. And pay off it did. Not only in cash, but illegal tech proved to be a much more fulfilling endeavor for Drew to undertake. Soon, their augmentation services became popular in the criminal underworld. But Drew didn't stop there, he eventually took it to modifying the bodies of civilian vehicles with dangerous instruments, modifying navigational systems to disallow any kind of outside tracking, illegally modifying civilian grade engine cores, you name it.

This continued for another ten years before he was caught after essentially dropping off of the grid for a while. And while he normally would have been complacent in his punishment, his brother Paul, who he'd taken along for the ride was also convicted for the rest of his lifetime in prison. It was only a week before he was approached and offered participation in the Oblivion Squad. In return his brother would be set free, and upon completion of the mission, should he actually return, his freedom as well.

[User]
Ro'Essel couldn't resist thinking about how much she wanted to show these Drex known as guards how foolish they were to believe she was in their control by force. It would be simple for her to slip free of their anklet by just teleporting and forgetting to take it along with her. Then in the process of slipping free she'd appear beside the sleepy guard and grabbing his weapon thrust her elbow into his throat. Once she was armed she'd disappear to spread confusion among the guards after which she'd become the storm among the Jesec (Sheep) appearing at random or at least to them it would seem so.

She allowed such tactics free reign in her mind as the guards escorted them to the ship modifying and adjusting as new weakness or strength presented it's self.

When they arrived at the ship everyone paused to admire it form outside, this surprised an confused Ro'Essel for to her it was simply another weapon to be used in pursuit of her goals. She felt no awe nor need to admire the ship because she was not a member of it's command staff; merely cargo, a weapon waiting deployment.

[Assistant]
Amelia was quite pleased when the intercom finally sounded that they were to proceed to the hangar. She'd said all she needed to say for the moment and was getting pretty anxious to see what she'd be flying for the foreseeable future. They filed out and she ended up slightly behind and to the side of this 'Rose' character. Her new co-pilot. Without really meaning to she found herself checking him out: he seemed strong and confident. A little on the unrefined side to put her at ease but he had a reasonably nice bum to make up for the very faint smell of chemicals he emitted. Reoww. Now that she thought about it, the high command hadn't done badly in assembling a good looking bunch of criminals.

Looking around, everyone seemed reserved. Most were staring at the ground and shuffling forward with the gait of recently reanimated coma patients. Lex led from the front, obviously as eager as any to see the SS Vigilance for himself. Amelia also took in the variety of non-humans that she was to be serving with. Her family had always been a fairly liberal one, her father having served with them in tours around the quadrant. Her mother also got involved with illegal immigrant non-humans, who came to Earth and Mars on ancient or badly damaged spacecraft to try and find a better life. The Mesocricetian in particular caught her attention. She'd always been wary of their intensely savage tendencies. Her father loved them, saying: "As long as they keep importing Mount Sinai weaponry they can do whatever they like as far as i'm concerned."

The guards were milking their last opportunity to abuse the 'criminal scum' and the pushing and verbal insults got more intense as they approached a set of doors. This must be the hanger. Amelia was determined to remain stoic as they filed through but couldn't help but let her mouth fall agape when she clapped eyes on their vessel. "Oh baby, what a hunk." She gushed, taking a few steps forward to examine it properly. It's lateral auxiliary thrusters were like something out of a work of art. It's trans-light engine was top of its class and it looked like it had been designed with low orbit combat in mind as well as ship wide close quarters combat. The bridge looked larger than normal and Amelia couldn't wait to find out why.

"Oh, we are so doing a barrel roll in this bad boy." Amelia sighed, catching the captain's eye and winking.

[User]
"Well, no time to waste then." Lex said, grinning as he walked towards the ship, an airlock port connected to the front of the vessel, allowing anyone entering to enter the ship behind the bridge, near the escape pods. The crew did so, Lex first one inside, he turned as the others followed, then entered into the bridge. It was small for a ship of the size it was in, but it wasn't like the entire crew was cramped inside of it at all times. Two chairs at the front of the bridge, one was the pilot's, the other the co - pilot's.

"It's cozy, hope it works for the two of you." He said to Rose and Amelia. Then another female voice could be heard speaking, it was the ship's onboard A.I., Eve.

"All systems are ready for launch, captain. I have just sent the signal to undock the ship, we are free to leave the station at your command."

"Ah, you must be the A.I., Eve, I'm surprised they included one as advanced as you on the vessel."

"They spared no expense, captain. The ship possesses many useful facilities such as an armory, laboratories, firing range and more. The crew will find their requested equipment and weaponry in the crew's quarters. You have your own personal quarters, captain." Eve added, her voice welcoming.

"How quaint."

"If you have any inquiries about the ship or its facilities, please do not hesitate to ask." Eve added.

"Well crew, you have the run of the ship, I recommend getting used to your new home. Amelia, you may launch the ship at your ready. The coordinates are already patched into the navigation computer." Lex said with a smile.

[Assistant]
Jack looked around the ship as they walked towards it. This was so far beyond him, it was not even funny. He looked around the rest of the crew. There was so much to learn about them all. He could do tests on them for years and still only have a small amount of research. He had a plan to try and make algae paste that could be consumed by all organic life forms. It would not be easy but he figured that the lab on board would be more than enough for him to do so. Course the paste tasted terrible and most life forms preferred starving to eating the stuff. Still it was healthy and easy to make. One could get all their vitamins from just one taste. He liked it but everyone else he knew found it odd to be eating single called organisms.

Jack walked towards the engines of the ship. There he walked into the stat if the art laboratory with Ernie on his heels. His lab was in the back near the hangars. "Alright Gregor. Let's get to work! Start program for nutrient paste. Being up program for chimera entity. "He said as the machines whirled to life. He began to manipulate a few machines as his armband, with mini AI Gregor, began to work the rest. The noise would be rather loud with him yelling and the machines working loudly.


[System]
Age: 23
The son of Oberjarl Efraim Volsung, the current elected leader of all five of Noxus's five jarldoms. Direct heir, and the only son of Efraim, Aulfr is a common and important face around Askitorp, or the "Ash Town." During the training of the next generation of the Noxus chilluns, starting at age 8, Aulfr quickly excelled, both because he was part of the Volsung family, known for appearing 'weaker,' than the other jarls and warriors, because they're generally look more foreign than the usual hulking Noxun warrior, but they're almost as strong, and twice as fast and cunning. Aulfr has a reputation- people he's been in a fight with generally don't get up in the same day, or within the same three days. People tread lightly around Aulfr.

[User]
Aulfr was really woken up when she decided to punch his nose.

Almost immediately after he punching him, he rolled inward, to the other side of the bed, snatching his hands out to clamp on her wrists. He was angry, the punch erasing his good mood, and he wasn't in any mood to play games. He held her down, wrists clamped down on, positioning himself so that she couldn't kick, she couldn't throw him off balance, or wriggle out. The best thing she could do was spit on him, and that'd be making him even angrier.

Growling, he replied, "How dare you, speak back as if you are of equal ground and standing? I sought your favor, and gave you an offer that none other would ever receive, but that still doesn't mean that, until you have done your side of the deal and I am seated up, you are under my command, owned by me!"

Glaring at her, he rolled his jaw, as if contemplating what to do with her, before continuing.

"If you had noticed, you were the one that downed it and immediately asked for more. Being the oh-so-kind soul I am, I let you have more than any other. Especially since you were originally going to be nothing more than a pretty face. You know my ambition, and you know my ultimate goal, and you know just as well as I do what I could do with a name like yours. And I have a good idea of why you're always targeting the scum of the world- so you can either stop lying to me, and work everything we got to the best advantage, or you can forget being free ever again. Even if you escape me, we'll always be on your trail."

At this point, blood dripping from his nose was slowly dripping down, staining her neck a crimson red. He let it bleed- the pain enraged him even more, which was reflected in his eyes. And they were eyes that promised worse than death for those who crossed him.

"You are a lady with a name. A name that can be used to instill fear- and also a name behind that one, which can be used against those who had done wrong against her. Don't you agree, Aleksandra? I suspected who you were from the moment I saw you, even more so because of the story that accompanied your name, and the stories that started appearing after your name became widespread after your disappearance. The only thing I did was ensure that you had an asset I might use. So be an asset, or be a toy."

He stayed down on her, making sure that she couldn't move unless he let her.

[Assistant]
Aleksandra growled and tuned him out, her head pounding ferociously as she struggled against him. And then, slowly, she stopped. The color drained from her face as she wiggled her hands, trying to loosen his grip. Can't move... His grip was as solid as stone. He loomed above her, blocking everything else out. The warmth that had been so comforting the night before was now suffocating her. Can't move! And the expression on his face... She didn't think she could feel this dread, this terror, not anymore.

Cruel laughter. Leering grins in the dark. Her brothers. Her brothers. Can't move. She started thrashing like a wild animal, trying to headbutt him and scratch at him, screaming at him to let her go, let her go. Pressing her legs together tightly, though she knew her strength was no match for his. CannotmovecannotmoveCANNOTMOVE. She tried everything, yanking and kicking and jerking about until she was exhausted, her throat hoarse from screaming and her head splitting from her wicked hangover.

"Don't do it," she choked, forcing back her tears. They didn't listen, dripping down her cheeks like the traitors they were. She fell back against the sheets, limp and hopeless. "Don't, don't, not again," she whimpered, trying to hide her face in her shoulder. She began mumbling through her growing sobs. "Can't move, hurts, not again, not again. Monsters. Monsters," she moaned.

Rusalka holding her down. Vasily hovering over her, his expression cold and dead as he hurt her, and Rusalka laughing through it all, like it was a fun game. Her own family. Her blood. She didn't want to be hurt like that again. And the one person she was beginning to trust had betrayed her completely. He probably didn't know the effect his pinning her down would have, but it made no difference at the moment. She was petrified.

[User]
Aulfr watched her thrash with growing unease at her growing terror and hysteria. He had to tighten his grip several times, but she didn't come close to getting a single limb lose- and his stomach knotted at her reaction. He knew, then, that he may be a monster, he may kill or murder, force others' hands with blackmail and threats, but not violate and truly, truly destroy.

And his unease disappeared with a rise of comprehension, of understanding at why she was acting so. The position was perfect for... less than honorable people to have their way, especially on the girls who were already small and petite. But that was the thing- he was honorable. A monster, maybe, one that'd step on anyone who got in his way, but not one that'd go out of his way to cause needless pain. Oberjarls stayed in power based on ability to govern- if he tried to oppress his own, he'd quickly end up strung up by a rope.

He let her go, leaning back to watch her slowly curl inward, trying to turn her back towards him. He rolled off the bed, letting her be free, but she didn't jump up and attack him, like he half-expected her to. No, she actually was breaking, right now.

A very special fire burned in him at that moment- one that he wanted to unleash on those who would do such a thing. Not even the Oberjarl could rape a citizen without major punishment, and likely being removed from his position. Unless they were slaves- no one cared about slaves, and the lowest of servants were generally considered more akin to slaves than citizens.

Refusing to admit to even himself that he felt genuinely bad about setting her off in such a way- though his nose hurt like hell (he quickly popped it back into place with some amount of tears and pain)- he slid an arm under her shoulders and knees, lifting up the sobbing wreck of an assassin. He doubted a bed would be a pleasant place for her, right now. So he sat down in his best chair, the one that the woman he was holding called her sewing chair, and sat her in his lap. He wrapped an arm around her, and reached up to stroke the woman's night-black hair.

Whispering reassurances in her ear, he rocked her slightly, trying to remember how his mother had comforted him, in the few years he had with her. The mere thought of the only person that showed him genuine care in his life made his heart drop; normally, he'd shove it aside and replace it with hardness. But no one was visiting; he had a reputation that still lasted. They wouldn't enter unless told to, or dire news was at hand.

So he hugged her a little tighter, stroked her hair a bit gentler, and rocked her a little more caring, as tears pricked his own eyes. Even when he was feeling vulnerable, he suddenly found that he couldn't let it out; this was the best he could do. The thought sobered him, as he tried to comfort the scarred disowned bastard that had found herself in his care.

[Assistant]
Aleksandra wanted to run, but her legs would not carry her away. She wanted to scream, but she couldn't speak. She wanted to hit Aulfr until her hands no longer existed, but all she could do was lay there, shaking so violently that her teeth clicked together. Just when she thought she could move herself, Aulfr reached down and did it for her. She almost started screaming again, thinking maybe he'd just been pretending not to hurt her to make her more scared. She was in his lap, and her muscles tensed into rock, but then his arms were around her so tightly it was almost hard to breathe, his fingers gently combing through her hair.

She kept shaking, kept chattering her teeth, but it slowed fractionally. She couldn't bring herself to relax against him, so she curled into herself, letting him do what he felt he needed to to make this right again. She was embarrassed beyond all reason. He was never going to hurt her, of course he wasn't. He was a brute and a man who had his needs, but he was honorable in that regard. But the fear of being overpowered, of a man looming above her with that cold and distant expression... It would never leave her.

She had stopped crying the moment he took his weight off of her. She hated crying, and couldn't recall the last time it had happened. Years and years ago. Maybe even that night, when her brothers had robbed her of her entire sense of self. She could still hear their voices in her ear, their breath hot on her cheek. Dirty little whore. Must run in the blood. Vile whores' blood. They'd left her lying on the bed, so petrified she couldn't even shake. She'd stared up at the ceiling for Saints-knew-how-long, tears streaming from her eyes silently.

She sat in Aulfr's arms for nearly an hour. She couldn't stand being touched any longer than that. She was shaking still, badly enough that she had to hold onto the bed to keep standing. The bed. She made a disgusted face and forced herself to stand on her own. Where to go? Not the chair. Not just the floor. Somewhere dark and quiet and where sound was muffled. Her gaze went down, then she grabbed a pillow from the bed and slid underneath the frame, letting the heavy blankets cover all surrounding sides. Dark, warm, quiet. Safe. She would have preferred a bath so hot she wouldn't be able to feel her skin for two days. But this would be okay.


[System]
Note: Any positions which are not filled will be filled by NPCs. Additionally, positions can be created by characters in their CS if it is approved by the GM.

Crew
Pilot -- Moira Selag Sphere, LovelyAnastasia
Co-Pilot -- Gera Zsoldos, BurningCold
Navigator -- Available
Mechanical Engineer -- Marie Antoinette Vandersnappe, The1Rolling1Boy
Electrical Technician -- Available
Quartermaster -- Alessandro Minghetti, DeepestApology

Willman Expedition
Fireteam Leader (Sergeant) -- John Howard, FortunesFaded
Assistant Fireteam Leader (Corporal) -- Royland Asterwick, BurningCold
Rifleman (Private) -- Daniel Østergaard, Starlance
Rifleman (Private) -- Jethart Igneal, CrazyShadowy
Doctor (Medical Professional) -- Anton Kyznetsov, BurningCold
Scientist -- Erin Middaugh, Kaiachi
Official/Inspector -- Elizabeth Sinclair, FortunesFaded

Character Sheet

Name:
Age:
Gender:
Profession:
Nationality: I would recommend stating both the specific nationality (Like, Japanese) and also the political bloc that country belongs to (I.e. American Alliance)
Birth Planet: Or station, in the case of the BASS or the Willman
Appearance: Please write a description. If you'd like, you may include a picture as well in the space above the "Name" section. Please do not use drawings or anime.
Strengths: You must have at least as many weaknesses as you do strengths, and no less than two.
Weaknesses:
Personality:
History: This may be as brief or expansive as you'd like it to be. Just remember, revealing and expanding upon events in a character's life is far more powerful when done IC – and that when you write something here, and not in the IC, other characters won't know anything about it.
Family: Does your character have a spouse, or children? Are their parents still alive? Here you may list the names and ages of the character's immediate family, if you so choose. This is mainly here because, again, lots of death in act one. You may end up playing as one of these folks in act two, if you so choose.

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Age: 38
Gender: Male
Profession: Operations Sergeant, United States Special Forces
Nationality & Affiliation: American, American Alliance
Birth Planet: Earth
Appearance: John stands at six foot two, with short brown hair well below military regulation length, and a hard and emotionless face. His eyes are dark brown to match his hair, and his body is muscular just by the sheer requirements of his work.
Strengths:
Primary – John has been enlisted in the United States Special forces for over a decade. He's been trained on Earth and in the colonies. He's been deployed to more places than most have visited. Simply put, he is a shining example of a competent and resourceful soldier.
Secondary – Due to the rigor of his work, John is in peak physical shape, far surpassing most men, despite his age of nearly forty.
Tertiary – John has been managing fireteams and personnel for years. As such, he's developed inherent tactics to deal with team morale and tricky situations involving his group. Combine that with a natural sense of charisma, and John makes a fine leader in even relatively hostile environments.
Weaknesses:
Primary – Though he isn't stupid, John has absolutely no schooling on the fields of science, including astrophysics and biology. He is totally in the dark when the conversation shifts to these topics, or when application of this particular brand of knowledge is necessary.
Secondary – While John has developed a sense of rapport and communication with his subordinates, he often comes off as brash and demanding to civilians, especially during stressful situations when he needs to give orders directly without wasting time. As a result, he may end up alienating some of the civilian members of the expedition, or be unable to rally them the same way he would with his squad.
Tertiary – Ever since the death of his wife two years' prior, John has developed a concerning alcohol problem. It manifests more when he isn't deployed and has more downtime, but lately he's started carrying a flask with him almost everywhere, and a bottle of whisky can always be found somewhere in his quarters. He uses the drink to stave off a deepening sense of hopelessness and depression, a void which his work has long since ceased to fill.
Personality: John Howard is a man who tries his best to hide his emotions, and does it quite well. While it may not be unusual for him to crack a joke or give a halfhearted smile, there isn't usually any amusement in his eyes. He's quite good at instilling emotions in others which have long since withered in himself. It's been a long time since he's felt true happiness. Still, he is the type who gives his all no matter what has happened, and he has not stopped being an exemplary soldier. He cares for his fireteam and the civilians on board the expedition in equal measure, even though they may not ever see that from him, and he has no desire for them to.
History: John was born an only child in Boston, Massachusetts, to a Colonel in the U.S. Army and a financial accountant. His mother died when he was seven, and his father – the Colonel – was never all that great at raising a kid. They moved around often, wherever he was needed, and John simply learned to give up the prospect of making meaningful relationships. Initially, he wanted nothing to do with the military, and, partially trying to distance himself from his father's legacy, went to college for business. He graduated with decent grades and a job out of the gate, at a tech startup. However, he found no joy in it, and after his father was diagnosed with terminal cancer he resolved to go into the military. His dad passed away soon after he finished basic training. For a few years, he was alone; all he had was his work, and he did very good work. He rose through the commissioned ranks of the Army, before being selected to join the Special Forces. It was around this time that he met a girl, Susannah, at a bar while he was on leave. The two started a relationship that kept blossoming even when he was away on duty. They married a year later, and were together for just six months before an incident on the highway caused her car to be thrown into the oncoming lane, and she died. John was away when it happened – he didn't hear until days later. Ever since then, he's been alone, just as he was before.
Family: John has no family.

Name: Elizabeth "Lizzie" Sinclair
Age: 31
Gender: Female
Profession: Colonial Affairs Junior Administrator for the Mars Colony
Nationality: British, Commonwealth
Birth Planet: Earth (But she spent most of her adult life on Mars)
Appearance: Elizabeth is a petite brunette with sharp blue eyes that carry a sense of mischief and intellect. She is by all accounts attractive, and she often wears a smirk that seems to be a precursor for a witty retort. She stands at 5'4", and is in pretty fit shape for a government official. Elizabeth's hair is often done up in a loose bun, and she teeters between looking professional and being comfortable. The result is her own unique style, which gives off the impression that she really doesn't care what anyone else thinks, but has still managed to have quite a successful career despite it.
Strengths:
Primary – Elizabeth is highly intelligent and resourceful, having managed to rise from total obscurity into a prestigious post in the Commonwealth's governing administration on Mars.

Secondary – Elizabeth has a silver tongue; she is gifted in the art of conversation, and can almost always win someone over to her side with enough time and exposure.

Weaknesses:
Primary – Elizabeth has zero combat training, other than very basic self-defense lessons taught to her by her father as a child. As a result, she is near useless in a combat zone, and must rely much more heavily on her charisma than her martial ability.

Secondary – She has the tendency to bite off more than she can chew: whenever opportunity comes knocking, she takes it, regardless of if she has the time or skill to handle it. Usually she's able to feign stability, though there have been times where this has come back to haunt her.

Personality: Elizabeth is disarmingly genuine, to the point where most people forget that they're talking to a bureaucrat. She insists that people call her Lizzie or Liz, and remains optimistic even at the darkest of times. She is the unique mix of ambitious and kind: willing to do anything both to further herself and help all those around her. Additionally, she has a sharp wit, and is one of the first ones to crack a joke when it is needed. Most of the time, she simply doesn't let things get to her – when they do, Elizabeth becomes quiet and detached, but rarely ever lashes out.
History: Elizabeth was born in Canterbury, England, to a nurse (her mother) and a police officer (her father). As a child she seemed to have a natural charisma, and made friends with everyone even as she excelled and thrived in an academic setting. She was an exemplary student in college, graduating third in her class at Oxford, and was offered a job as an administrative aide immediately after graduation. After about two years, she was offered a promotion in the Mars colony and took it, boarding a shuttle and leaving her family and her planet. Upon reaching Mars, she found that the largest human colony was beset with a myriad of issues. The birth rate was off the charts following the successes of the Bessel Station's sustainability initiative, securing the stability of food for the colony. The population was growing at an alarming rate, and the infrastructure simply could not accommodate it. Elizabeth set to work fixing that. She dedicated the next five years of her life to getting things done from a position of obscurity, before being praised personally by the Colonial Governor of Hampton (The Commonwealth colony on Mars) and promoted yet again, this time as a junior administrator for the Global Coalition, in the upper echelons of the colonial political sphere. From this position, she had the ability to develop relationships with some of the most powerful people in the solar system – including the Governor, the Prime Minister of the Commonwealth, and Francois Moreau, the Executive Director of Colonial Affairs for the Global Coalition. It was he who asked her to join the expedition to the Willman Lab, as he felt that her resourcefulness and administrative talents may be of great use in the case of a potential colonial catastrophe.

Family: Elizabeth has a brother, Aaron, who is four years her junior and is currently an associate at a law firm on Earth. Both of her parents are still alive, and are retired and in their sixties living in England.

[User] Jethart turned to face Daniel, "yes sir, while I do have to follow they're orders and treat them as my superiors, it doesn't mean I have to respect them. I just have to do as I'm told." He took a deep breath, turned to walk away from the group. "While it is a bit odd, it's who she is. She can do that if she pleases, if I talked to my boots you'd think the same if I'm not mistaken, that'd just be me being myself." Jethart walked to his original seating sat down and hunched over trying to fall back to sleep. Maybe he was hoping for some rest before the mission started.

[Assistant] *Marie pokes her head over the seat and makes a little person with her fingers and have the little run and jump over the seats infront of her pretending that it was her running and junping over things to get different tools and parts from different areas. She used to the hand to make another and pretended it was someone else, someone she would love and care in the future. She chuckles at this idea of someone falling in love her and someone actually having a crush on her, or just someone actually wanting to be mpre then friends with her* {Hehe that's such a silly idea... I wonder who brother is doing with her girlfriend...} *She then remembers this video game she would play with her brother and she made a little gun with her hands and pretended to be reliving the memory of playing that game* "Pew... Pew Pew... Click click" *Marie says mimicking the sound effects in the game the best she could*

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Internally, Erin was on fire. The embarrassment from her social ineptitude was overwhelming, so much so that she could curl herself into a ball upon the floor and hibernate until the next generation took hold of politics.
Externally, her ears might have turned red. With a breathless and merry laugh, she directs an apology to Anton "Oh cripes, I'm sorry about that." She brings a hand to the side of her face and chuckles lightly, directing herself toward Liz afterward, "And ta you as well. I've done gone and made a fool of myself. The good doctor here is right, I mean no offense. Just a bit startled was all." She tilts and bows her head sheepishly, her eyes darting to the side as if to follow away the sight of any good impression she might have made. "T'is a pleasure to meet the both of ya, anyhow."

[Assistant]
John ignored the commotion at his back between the pilots and some in the crew, and listened to Royland. At the mention of his family, John was a bit caught off guard. No wonder he volunteered for this mission, he thought to himself – the prospect of danger, albeit small, is still too great to sit on the sidelines and speculate, especially when loved ones are put into the mix. At the very least, he knew that Royland would give this mission his all.
"I'm glad to have someone on this ship that knows the Willman," John said. "And I assure you, no matter what the situation, I will do all within my power to locate and protect your family. I trust you'll do the same."

At that, he heard a mention of him by the cluster of crew behind him; one of his soldiers had gotten into the mix, and now the Pilot was wondering about departure. John gave a polite nod to Royland before checking his watch turning around to address both the group and the rest of the individuals in the room.
"The launch sequence is set to begin in ten minutes. At that time, the facility's ground crew will prep the ship for an upward take-off, and we will have reached the Earth's upper atmosphere within the hour," John ambled away from the center to find a beverage, and came across a few bottles of water set out for the Sentinel's passengers. He took a long sip, before continuing. "Please keep your hands and feet inside the vehicle at all times," he quipped, before raising a brow at Moira. "And no starting a brawl before we get past Mars, yeah?"

Elizabeth Sinclair

At that point, Erin had turned bright red with embarrassment, which was the opposite of what Liz had hoped to achieve. She simply smiled brighter, and took a step back so as not to invade her space. "The pleasure's all mine, Erin," she answered, before pivoting to the left with an outstretched hand to Anton. "And Doctor Kyznetsov, you've proven to be quite insightful. Yes, Director Moreau asked that I attend. He was worried that the situation – whatever it may be – could have destabilized society at the Willman, and wants me there in case they need a hand getting back on track." At that, she heard Sergeant Howard announce that the Sentinel's departure time was almost upon them. And about time, too, she thought to herself, having idly overheard the heated debate not ten feet away. Hopefully this bunch will survive the trip over.


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Dove Character Sheet
Nicknames: Cannibal Corpse
Age: 35
Gender: Female
Rank: Special Investigator

Yuuka is a special case. Like some high-ranking Investigators like Kureo Mado, she possesses and uses multiple Quinque in battle. What makes her special is how she uses them. After a long career of throwing herself recklessly into battle against high-ranking Ghouls with little concern to her own life, Yuuka has lost a lot of things. Her arms, a segment of her jaw and a few of her teeth, the left half of her face, and everything below the waist. To compensate for this, she uses specially-made Quinque as replacement limbs. Appearing as prosthetics when not in use, she carries them literally on her person at all times instead of in a bag or suitcase, allowing her to blend in more naturally in areas where there are Ghouls. They include:
 -Right Arm "Migi" (Rinkaku): A tail-like appendage with many leg-like cilia that ends in a poisonous pincer like an insect. The tail's appearance most strongly resembles the spider-tailed horned viper, and it can expand and contract, giving her arm a longer range of movement (at the cost of opposable thumbs while in use). Pictured here in its inert form.
-Left Arm "Hidari" (Koukaku): A giant, club-like arm that's in gross misproportion to the rest of her body. It can be used to shield her and has a powerful punch, and when cocked back it can be fired like a pile-driver in an attack with a slow windup but a devastating finisher, capable of obliterating cars and mortally wounding most Ghouls.
 -Lower Body "Hara" (Bikaku): Her legs have been harvested from a single Ghoul and take the form of raptor-like insectoid legs that have a powerful kick and can run and jump at incredible speeds. Her maximum jumping height is 240 meters and she can run at 370 kilometres per hour, roughly one-third of mach speed and faster than the human eye can follow. This allows her to keep up with the fastest S and SS-rank Ghouls without an Arata, pursue prey across the city and over extreme vertical obstacles, and even dodge bullets to some limited capacity, much like A and S-rank Ghouls. Pictured here in their inert form.
-Face "Me" (Ukaku): A flesh-like covering that hides the left half of her face that was clawed off by a Ghoul, it is easily mistakable for a burn mark, but when it unfolds it becomes six small, featherlike wings capable of firing crystallized Rc cell bullets at high-velocity. Or in other words, a Quinque gun. Like ukaku Ghouls, it has limited stamina and thus limited ammunition, although its exhaustion affects Yuuka little. Therefore she uses it sparingly as a trump card when backed into a corner.
Due to the way her prosthetics are designed (and due to the way prosthetics work in general), her nerves must directly interact with the Rc cells in her new limbs in order to control them, meaning she is directly interfacing with Ghoul flesh when using her Quinque. The more of her limbs' powers she uses, the more violent and irrational she becomes, attacking friend and foe without thinking and even losing control of her limbs. The longer and/or harder she fights, the more feral and Ghoul-like she becomes. Whether this is her limbs having an effect on her body and mind or just the result of adrenaline mixing with painkillers and antidepressants is unclear.
Gentle and matronly, with hints of a bottle fairy, Yuuka occupies a curious space between big sister and team mom. She genuinely cares for her subordinates, and doesn't seem to mind that other investigators mock and fear her. Overall she's a hard-working and kind-hearted person who likes to have fun with her subordinates, but when in battle her personality changes completely. She has developed an acute bloodlust towards Ghouls and will attack them viciously without stopping, often continuing long after they are dead. Her behavior towards Ghouls can only be called sadistic and uncaring, thinking little of human traits like civility and empathy and reverting to primal, animalistic fight or flight mechanisms. She doesn't understand what's wrong with this, as she thinks of Ghouls as bestial sub-humans who are not merely evil but monstrous in their thinking and who must be destroyed, like putting down a feral animal. To her, one species must prevail as the rules of nature dictate, so there is nothing wrong with exterminating Ghouls with extreme prejudice.
Yuuka graduated from the CCG Academy at age 20, and was immediately partnered with the man she would later marry, 1st-class Investigator Matsuoka Kenji. The two developed an extremely close bond, and soon began dating. Before long, they were married, with a child on the way. Yuuka worked hard for the sake of her husband and her newly born child, rising through the ranks quickly to become a 1st-class Investigator just like her husband. Together, they took down a record-breaking number of Ghouls, going undefeated and suffering minimal losses for three straight years. That winning streak finally came to an end during a standoff with an S-class Ghoul that crippled Kenji at the cost of its own life. Battered and broken, the victorious couple were separated after Kenji was demoted due to his injury, which prevented him from working in the field. It was this separation that ultimately proved fatal. The CCG had suspected the Ghoul they'd taken down had actually been part of a much larger gang, perhaps even an organization like Aogiri Tree, and in the end they were right. Other members of the group caught Kenji off-hours and without his Quinque, and tortured him for hours before Yuuka and the CCG managed to rescue him. By that time he was mortally wounded and close to dead, a barely recognizable lump of meat, but he still had enough life left in him to warn his grieving wife about the danger that was still to come. He'd overheard some of the Ghouls talking about searching their house. Concerned for their child's safety, Yuuka rushed home, only to be met with the gruesome sight of a Ghoul devouring her three year old son in much the same way a human would dig into a cut of veal. It was this that finally made Yuuka snap. She attacked the Ghoul, breaking all of his limbs and slowly torturing him to death until the CCG finally arrived at the house and restrained her. Since then she has become an even higher-ranking investigator, and years of throwing herself near-suicidally into fights with Ghouls has begun to show. She has lost her arms, parts of her face, and the entire lower half of her body. In an unorthodox decision, she has decided to replace each of her missing parts with Quinque collected from Ghouls she's killed, making her a truly unique Ghoul-killing machine. Recently she's been partnered with the newbie investigator Hisoka.
Because of her limbs and the disturbing way she fights, other investigators fear and loathe her and refer to her by her Ghoul-given nickname "Cannibal Corpse" behind her back. While the CCG's best physicians assure her that mingling her flesh with that of a Ghoul in such a minimally invasive way won't result in the kind of hybridization that creates one-eyed Ghouls and that this increasingly violent behavior is all in her head, it has done little to dissuade other investigators from mocking and belittling her as a race traitor and a half-breed. Her nickname, "Cannibal Corpse", is a combination name that refers to how she obsessively cannibalizes Ghouls so she can make new Quinque, and how she should by all rights be a corpse after all the wounds she's received. Hence "Cannibal Corpse", a half-dead scavenger who's more Ghoul than human.

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Using what little strength he had left Akurai managed to lift himself of the bludgeoned man just to take two steps and break down next to his father's body. "Come on now dad. Don't play like this, just... wake up. Please?» He knew it was useless, but something inside him just refused to accept the reality. Grabbing onto his father shoulders he shock him slightly, hoping and praying that it would somehow bring him back, but it was to no avail. Laying his father's body back down Aku felt the tears stream down his face as he could no longer deny the truth and as he did the rage and anger had subsided and was replaced by only sorrow. However another feeling from deep inside him also started to resurface, the feeling of hunger.

The hunger had grown greater as he had used his remaining power. The headache he had had turn into the worst on he could remember, almost splitting his head in two. His body shivered and twitched as he tried to deny his instincts. "I can't, I won't"He repeated to himself as he felt his mouth water by the sight of flesh and blood. "I refuse to eat them" His stomach twisted and turned and Aku let out a groan of pain. Biting down on his lip he pushed himself away from his dad and into a corner. He sat there and felt his emotions and instincts play thug of war with him. His mouth watering while he himself bit down on his lip until he remembered something he could eat.

Crawling out from the corner he made his way over to his pray, bloody hand prints stained the floor as he moved and soon he reached the puddle of a man. Reaching down into the bloody mess he felt substance and tor of a part of flesh. Holding it in front of his mouth he repeated "This or them, this or them" until he finally gathered the courage to bite down. However as soon as he felt the taste of the flesh he gagged and dropped the piece. Never had he tasted something so foul, something so disgusting and stomach turning. However only moments later he grabbed the piece back up and took another bite, this time managing to swallow some.

The meal took a few hours as for every second piece he felt his whole system disagree with what he was forcing into it, but he kept it all down and kept forcing himself to eat more. "Last leg now" He said to himself as some sort of motivation to just get done, to just get this hell over with.

Getting up Aku made his way to the shower. His body was numb and his face was emotionless, he was working on autopilot. His clothes made a splash as they hit the floor and as he stepped into the shower the water turned a crimson red. His knuckles stung as the water and soap ran down them and revealed the slight bruising and cuts the bludgeoning had led to.

Stepping out of the shower he quickly dried himself, brushed his teeth and then found a bag. Going into his room he filled the bag with clothes and everything else essential. Down stairs he found the safe he knew was hidden in the wall and tried what he was sure was the code, but that didn't work. The ribbons shot out of his back and he ripped the safe to shreds and then quickly stuffed the money hidden inside into the bag.

Making his way towards the door he stepped over the bodies littered around the living room and as he reached the door he turned and said "Thanks… thanks for everything" then he closed the door behind him, put on his hood and embarked into the dark .

[Assistant]
Totsuka Chou

The dark haired girl glanced behind her at the appearance of the red man, following after him as he walked into the room. As light flooded her, only then did he realize what a true mess she was, her basic manners making her feel uncomfortable as her blood crusted shoes stepped against slick linoleum.

Chou looked from Ishin to the couch, her hands gripping at her skirt as she wondered if it was a test- she was dirty, and no doubt Ishin could see that, yet he wanted her on the pristine looking piece of furniture? Instead, Chou coughed to clear her throat, adapting a straighter stance.

"No need," she answered, voice small and strong all at once, "I only came here to ask for clothes. I'm almost done my meal and I want to lure another one..." Her eyes glanced down at her attire as she added, "But I feel like I'll attract the wrong sort if I keep wearing this..."

As though remembering she was asking for both a changed of clothes as well as the right to hunt in Ishin's grounds, she added, "But don't worry- I'll bring another kill as an offering for you, too, Kuhaku-san, I'm not the greedy sort."