[System]
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Race: Half-Dwarf
Country of Origin: Since his mother was the only child to a minor noble of Mindirion and his father a Human from Miraheim, Kace spent half his life in Mindirion, learning etiquette, how to conduct himself as a highborn and receiving a general nobles education, before moving to Miraheim to learn to fight, to sail and how to be a man. He lived in Mindirion from the time he was born, until he was 13, and then lived in Miraheim for the remaining six years. He grew fond of both places and would call both of them home.

Appearance:

Due to his mixed race, Kace is about 5 feet, 5 inches tall. He typically wears silks and leathers in the colors of Mindirion and knee high supple leather riding boots when in the company of nobles or when he needs to make an impression, but when travelling or lounging, he prefers a generic and comfortable tunic, trousers, jacket and simple leather shoes. In combat, he wears gambeson, chainmail, brigandine, visored helm, greaves and bracers, all black and decorated with gold inlay. Sometimes he opts for a shield (in the same color scheme) and other times he prefers to wield just his sword or axe, or both in either hand.

Personality: Kace is a generally kind person. He's good at making friends, and really enjoys joking around and spending time at a pub or tavern with good friends. However, he also knows when a situation requires more tact. He's extremely mature for his age and finds himself skilled both in political strategy and military strategy.

 He's grown up around both smallfolk and nobles alike, leading to a very humble man, without classist prejudices, going against the norms of Dwarven society and their caste system. Kace knows the value of a good ally, making himself unlikely to go out of his way to make an enemy, but he also is a man of principle and a strong sense of right and wrong, and his willing to fight to defend his beliefs.

History: Kace's parents were neighbors on the border between Miraheim and Mindirion. Their families were feuding over a field that lay over both borders and the dispute turned bloody for a while before Kace's parents, Gisli and Ulvar, both young at the time, met and fell in love. They married and brought peace to their two families.

 Kace was born a year later. He received his mother's family name, Cilrok, as his middle name and, following the traditions of his father's people, received Ulvarsson as his last name. Zoden Cilrok was a minor noble house of Mindirion, owning a small estate in the northwest of the country which Kace's mother was the heir to. His father was a well-off Highman but not from noble stock. Kace was raised in his mother's house until he was 13, where he received a typical noble education before his family moved to his father's farmstead, just over the border, where he learned to fight and sail and be a typical Highman.

 Kace adapted well to living in both worlds of Dwarven nobles and Human warriors but his lives were distinct. He had his friends on either side of the border but never did the two worlds mix, unless he was with his parents. He found himself excelling at both fighting with a sword and with his words. Politics and warfare both came naturally to Kace and at the ripe age of 18, he found himself embroiled in an interhouse Civil War with the other dwarven houses, with half rebelling against the Rasuh Etar, and the other half remaining loyal. House Cilrok remained loyal and Kace himself, being a noble and having the training of both a Dwarf and a Highman, distinguished himself as a leader and strategist, only losing two battles in the course of the Seven Month War, both of which due to overwhelming odds, and unsuspected intervention. However, not only was his battle prowess tested, but also his political prowess. Kace, now having just turned 19, brokered the peace treaty that saw the end of the war, with both sides agreeing that since he was only half a Dwarf, he would be relatively impartial. He ended the Civil War and helped Orthen Durgon cement his power and restore peace. Hence why only a few months after his 19th birthday, he was sent for by the Monks, who saw the potential in someone who could both negotiate peacefully and aggressively.

Weapon Preference: Primary weapon:

. Secondary weapon:

 Carries a shorter utility seax (about eleven inches long, meant for work on a farm or on a ship) at all times. During battles he opts for a longer and broader seax (about thirteen inches long, meant for combat and hewing limb from body.)

Side: Knights of Ekilore.

[User]
Kace, expecting Roland's response, simply shrugged, walked to the nearest barrel and filled two mugs. He took a seat next to Elric and handed him one of the mugs, as Captain Crewe began his tale. The people of Miraheim had a tale similar, though instead of a knight it was the greed of a thrall that brought a dragon down upon the kingdom when the thrall stole the dragon's favorite cup from his treasure horde and the aged king, who had once been a great warrior and slayer of many monsters, donned his armor and took up his sword one last time to defend his people, though the battle between he and the dragon ended in the death of both. Kace tried to ignore Roland and his comments for the remainder of the journey. He figured the rest of the Knights and members of the crew would soon do the same.

Kace took a long draught from tankard and turned to Elric as the Captain continued speaking and in a hushed tone, so as to not interrupt, said, "My apologies for earlier. I typically have better control over my temper, but the customs of my father's people demand that I answer a slight against my family's honor with steel. Now I'm still curious as to what your story is Elric. I wonder how you achieved your rank at such a young age? You must be a most impressive warrior."

[Assistant]
Elric was grateful when Catskull appeared and suggested they all have a drink to calm themselves. The suggestion seemed to be heeded immediately, and somehow the simple suggestion seemed to put an end to the fighting between Roland and Kace, though Roland, in what Elric was beginning to realize was the man's typical fashion, seemed to reject Kace's offer of friendship. Still, the fighting was over, at least for the time being, and Elric quickly calmed down and allowed himself to relax, taking a seat amongst the rest of the knights. He glanced at the casks of liquor, considering getting up to get something for himself, but before he could, Kace handed him a mug. Elric nodded and gratefully accepted the offered drink

Kace apologized for his part in the short bout between him and Roland, but also defending his actions. Elric could certainly sympathize with Kace's willingness to defend the honor of his family, especially given the nature of the insults Roland had delivered. Even so, they would have to all get along throughout this quest if they were to have success, and despite Roland instigating the fight, and despite him insulting the honor of Kace's family, in this situation, it still would have been better to ignore the insults rather than responding in kind. Still, Elric did not berate Kace for his actions. His anger at him and Roland had cooled, and while all were behaving civilly, he had no desire to bring hard feelings between any of them. Instead, he responded finally to Kace's query about his backstory. "I wouldn't necessarily say that I'm a very impressive warrior; I've simply dedicated a great deal of time and effort into honing my skills," he explained. "I'm the second son of a minor noble in Falke, and with my brother the heir, I could not inherit my father's county, and so instead, I chose to serve in the Dragoons, and while it's true that the Dragoons are considered to be the most difficult branch of the Falkan military to qualify for or ascend the ranks of, I'm a firm believer in the virtue of hard work and dedication, and that nothing is truly impossible with enough of those two virtues."

[User]
Edon Wolf
Broken Keg Tavern
Dalenham, Ethora

Edon didn't seem thrilled with his new companions. The orc was an orc and the woman was a woman. He wasn't excited about any manner of baggage either would be bringing with along. The orc even had a war mount of sorts; something as big as a horse but also much more dangerous if spooked.

The Raelusian nobleman gripped the shaft of his halberd tightly out of frustration but remained silent. Memory of his last encounter with orcs was still fresh in his mind and he watched Folkmar with a critical glare. Being who and what he was, Edon usually came across as arrogant and snobby under the best of circumstances. His expression could easily be misunderstood as hatred toward the gray-skinned male orc.

Absently, he noted that he was now, likely, the third strongest member of this group in terms of raw phyiscal might. He wagered he was also the quickest. The woman looked like she had seen a fair amount of combat but, he conceeded, he wouldn't know anything significant about either of them until he saw how they fought.

Eventually the portly tradesman arrived and distributed their initial pay. He then produced a map and, on a busy road in full view of anybody coming or going, proceeded to brief them on the oh-so-secret mission details. For just a moment, Edon felt both physically ill and murderously angry.

He wanted to ask for details about the fortress but, considering what he had just witnessed, he decided against it. The fat bastard probably didn't know a thing about forts. So instead he stayed silent and bided his time.

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"I'll drink to that. Skál." He said, using the Ormurmal word for cheers, and clinked his cup against Elric's before taking a swig of his drink. "I have to say, that's quite impressive. My father would like you Elric. So tell me, what do you think of our quest? Do you imagine we'll encounter more than bandits and mercenaries trying to harrow us and impede our mission? Or do you think more sinister forces seek the shards of the Orb as well? And though I've heard of the Orb in passing on my travels, I don't know much about it. I don't really know what to expect in the way of opposition or what trials we will face."

Kace felt as if he was walking almost blindly into a web of events that was much bigger than he or the Knights alone. He wished he had asked more questions on Ekilore, but something about the place and the monks made him feel compelled to agree with whatever the monks said and to get on his way to fulfill their quest as soon as possible. Though, now that he was many miles from their shore, with their tower only a fading fixture on the horizon, his mind felt clearer and his own thoughts began to return, leading to these new concerns which he was now bringing to the attention of Elric.


[System]
Age: 21

Appearance:

Height: 178 cm or 5'11"

Weight: 82 kg or 180 lbs

Likes: Kind people, video games, cold weather, anime, manga, talking to people, technology, cars, fun activities, girls, cooking, good food, living comfortably, keeping things simple, guns, glasses.

Dislikes: Bad people, boring people, overly deep water, liars, school, unneeded details, cigarettes.

Zodiac Sign: Aquarius

Special Talent:
Kei doesn't have any extraordinary special talent, but what he is good at is video games, cars, and cooking. Aside from those three things he is about as average as a person can get in terms of other talents.

Profession:
To avoid having to work for the rest of his life Kei decided on taking a job that would allow him to both have fun and make tons of money on a day to day basis, as such his profession lies in day trade, whether it be stocks or foreign currency he trades them all and makes a good amount of money doing it. Despite having an honest to good job, every now and again he is an arms dealer that lies within the grey area of legality.

Bio/Personality:
Kei is probably an overly outgoing guy, he was always this way since a young age, he really didn't care who someone was or what kind of person they were as long as they were kind he was able to get along with them with ease. He is a simplistic thinker and hates when things are made overly complicated since there is no real reason for things to become harder than it already is. As such he does his best to simplify every aspect of his life without compromising his interests. While yes he would love to live as a god and not have to worry about bodily functions, but he would not go and get special surgery to get bodily functions removed. A trait that usually goes hand in hand with outgoing, is being kind and helpful. Kei does not lack that trait in any way you can say he is the epitome of a kind and outgoing guy even to a fault. Aside from all that Kei is the type of guy to try and get to know a random stranger in the street and hopefully become friends with said stranger for a lifetime, he cares that deeply for relationships.

Growing up Kei was always intelligent and methodical about everything he did, this carried all through his life even to now. That's one of the reasons he decided to become a day trade and arms dealer. He wanted a life of relative ease and comfort. While he does hate the idea of school he understands that somewhere down the line the diploma and education will benefit him and as such he is putting himself through school something that his parents always struggled to do as they could never afford to get him in, but with Kei coming into a fortune due to day trading and arms dealing, he has no problems affording the tuition costs for school, as such he puts himself through it all. While yes Kei is indeed richer than most people, he does not like to show it off because then he feels he is being a horrible person for doing so.

Your character's favorite song:

*Your age: 20
*Region: United States
*How many years have you been writing/roleplaying: 4-5 years
*How often do you have time to post?: Pretty much everyday unless stated otherwise
*Misc: I do attend university so sometimes the work load from that may cause me to go MIA for a day or two, but I will always give a heads up!

"These are the things that make a good story great and good writers even greater."

[User]
@Pilatus@PrinceAlexus@Furiosa@SgtEasy

Siobhan smiled winningly at the blonde that had been caught staring. Suddenly the man from Ms Ice Queen appeared and threateningly demanded answers from the blonde, Paige. Siobhan took in the man and noticed that the tense set of his features spoke volumes about this being a personal matter. He was tense because his world just turned on its side.

Siobhan looked back over at Paige and reached out and rested her hand on Paige's arm lightly. "I know when to excuse myself from a private conversation and this just smacks of long term drama. I'll come back later." At which time she smiles and wanders off. The crowd has gotten thicker and with any situation with a mob IQ goes out the window, Siobhan is starting to feel that seep into the community as someone stumbles across her path singing, quite off key, "Santa Baby" and she retreats to avoid them barely. She sighs and surprisingly stumbles catching herself on a tall slender pale haired man.

Siobhan smiled at the man in thanks "Pardon me. The crush of people seems to not be in the most polite of moods tonight. Nice save with the coffee." She blushes prettily. "Forgive me. My manners are lacking. I'm Siobhan Murphy. Nice to meet you."  Siobhan stressed her name knowing most people normally don't get it the first time around. She held out her hand in the universal language for a handshake. He introduced himself and gave some words of advice about crowds.

As the crowd thinned Siobhan shivered and rolled her eyes. She'd forgotten her cloak and it was getting colder. "Absolutely perfect. Now I'll freeze. I don't understand why Mommy and Daddy moved up here. It's so cold." Picking up the pace as well as she could she went toward where she remembered the Hotel was, and got herself lost as she didn't pay any attention to her surroundings. "Ren White. It fits. Wonder if he'd let me draw him. He has really nice lines."

[Assistant]
Ashton Griffone || Central Point || Public Party || Friday Evening

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The freakishly tall ambiguous firefighter was happily munching on the sweet Christmas sugar cookie, the boogie board hanging from around her neck gingerly dangling against her flat chest. Amethyst colored eyes brightening ever so joyously at the delicious taste of sweets. Although, something did make her ponder as her gem like eyes glanced around the crowd, easily surveying her surroundings. There was plenty of cheer, but something felt a little off. Like there was some tensity amongst this cheery atmosphere? Perhaps it was just her imagination however. Hopefully nothing went out of hand with drunks or so on.

Glancing around curiously, occasionally awing at pretty Christmas lights, while also curiously glancing around the area. For example, a limo showed up. Wow! Don't see those everyday! Then again, Ashton was used to fire trucks. Plus usually, they don't go to many places that involve the more wealthy. They usually keep a decent upkeep to prevent fires. Unless it was a fire purposely caused by a outside source. But that was the police officers job.

She just make sure the fire gets put out and the people are safe.

On the bright side, no one seemed to be too bothered with her, aside from the occasional awkward glance. Her appearance often led others thinking she was intimidating, or was some sort of thug. Taller then most with a nasty scar right in the fast either led others taking a far distance from her, or trying to pick a fight. Both of which disheartened Ashton a bit. After all, she didn't like fighting. She could, but she didn't like it. Its been a few years since the army, but she still keeps in shape.

Not particularly paying attention to where she was going, Ashton ended up running into someone. Which led her to real all the way back, flailing her arms wildly as she both tried avoid falling on top of some poor soul that she had run into, and to catch her balance. The latter she failed at as the tall dirty blonde fell flat on her back on the cold ground. Eyes shut tightly before blinking open at the offered hand, Ashton was quick to give a bright friendly smile as she took the hand of a dark skinned muscular man.

By all definitions, he would have the looks of a thug or gangster or whatever. However, considering her own appearance, Ashton wasn't quite the one to quickly judge and let a appearance of someone effect the way she acted toward them. Blinking a bit, she stared at something above that she probably only would of noticed if she was looking up like she was now.

Mistletoe.

Unsure if she should laugh or be embarrassed, Ashton soon stood up, soon returning her gaze to the man who was a bit shorter than herself. No surprise since not many could beat her in the tallness meter. Tilting her head a little, the man seemed extremely focused on something, perhaps a little stiff. It was apparent, he had no idea of the little Christmas tradition item hanging above them. Which only caused the firefighter to give a silent laugh. Rubbing the back of her head, she wasn't sure what exactly was possibly stressing the man and if she should mention this at all. Might freak him out.

But then again, it might also help him give a good old laugh. Just a little laughter could do wonders to someones stress after all.

So Ashton gave a bright smile, her amethyst gaze wide and bright passed the scarred face that carried them. The boyish figure raising her left hand and waving it cheerfully in a obvious way of saying 'hello there' before curling it into a fist. Extending the index finger to point upward. Her smile curled in one of pure amusement rather than anything too serious or romanticize. Somewhat curious how this stern looking man would react.


[System]
Age: 17

Gender: Male

Race: Human

Weapon: Napoli's primary weapon is an elegant rapier named Mercutio. It is a rapier with a swept hilt design, and made out of a gleaming silver metal. Mercutio is most often used in tandem with Napoli's other weapon Arsene. In contrast to Mercutio, Arsene is a traditional short sword breaker capable of transforming into a pistol. Like most sword breakers, one side of Arsene possesses numerous notches capable of catching blades. The other side is bladed and thus capable of acting as a typical dagger. The pistol mode fires standard dust rounds loaded via a magazine into the cross guard.

The final trick of Mercutio and Arsene is their ability to combine into Scapino, a sniper. Scapino is a long bolt-action sniper that allows for Napoli to perform in his primary role as long ranged support. Scapino is comprised of Arsene utilizing the longer Mercutio as a barrel, and fires high caliber armor piercing dust rounds.

Specialty: Napoli primarily acts as the long ranged sniper for Team VGNB (Vignoble), lending them support from a distance. It is not unusual to see Napoli lying in the grass as he takes out enemies currently engaged with his fellow teammates. His position as a sniper though, does rob Napoli of defensive capabilities.

However while he may act primarily as a sniper, Napoli is no slacker when it comes to close ranged combat. Mercutio and Arsene allow Napoli to function extremely well as a duelist that prefers to stay light on his feet, almost dancing around the opponent. As a duelist, Napoli is best suited for one on one combat, as his weapons don't lend themselves to well to dealing with multiple enemies. Like most duelists, Napoli's attacks make sure to take advantage of weaknesses in his opponent's guard, and he'll use Arsene to create openings by intercepting attacks.

Semblance: Azioni Volanti - Napoli's semblance is all about redirection, just as his jokes can be infuriating and take advantage of his opponent, so too does his power. Essentially, it allows Napoli to use his aura to guide objects. For instance he can curve the path his own bullets thereby enabling him to make otherwise impossible shots, but he is also capable of curving flight paths of opponent's bullets. In doing so, Napoli allows for many more near misses on his own person.

However Napoli is not limited to just bullets, and is capable of causing swords and other weapons to just barely miss him by the use of his semblance. However the larger the object, the more it eats up his aura to use his power, thus forcing Napoli to rely primarily on his own dodging abilities. Manipulating a sword strike for instance, could take up a good quarter of Napoli's aura, and the semblance itself is most effective when it comes to minor redirections. Thus while near misses may not take up too much of his aura, causing a dead on attack from a sword to completely miss would generally fall outside the range of Napoli's abilities.

Azioni Volanti therefore acts as an extension of Napoli's own dodging abilities, and is best utilized for dodging attacks that would have barely scraped him in the first place. In addition, due to the power eating up his aura, Napoli's natural defense is often quite lower than that of his peers. Ultimately while powerful, it is a skill best used sparingly for its tendency to severely weaken Napoli.

Personality: Napoli is a jokester, often amusing himself at the expense of others. In particular he loves mocking opponents in combat, and thus often infuriates his opponents and even his teammates with the dumb comments he is constantly making. Napoli views life as a game, preferring to enjoy himself with his jokes and taunts rather than worry about some of the deeper intricacies and busy work of life. As such he often comes across as rather laid back and casual in day to day conversations.

Napoli is also rather outgoing, quick to drag others into conversation and offer a helping hand to those in need. So that he can then follow up with some dumb joke. It is not uncommon to see Napoli snarking about the situations he ends up in, because while may be a little outgoing, he is still a relatively normal guy. For the most part, Napoli is just an amiable bloke who bickers constantly with his irksome teammate Gratia. However, when Napoli is extremely angered he falls deathly quiet in a rather unnerving fashion. Suffice to say, such a state has only been achieved a few times in Napoli's life.

Color: Naples Yellow (Hex Code: FADA5E)

Emblem: A black swept-hilt rapier facing downwards contained within a naples yellow spade.

Appearance:

Standing just over 6 feet, Napoli is fairly tall and walks with a rather lax posture. He appears to possess a perpetual grin plastered across his face, and is commonly seen wearing a brown leather vest over a yellow shirt. His rugged black pants have obviously seen much use, and are accompanied by equally worn down brown boots. In addition, Napoli likes to wear brown leather gloves to keep his hands clean. Obviously while in class, Napoli wears the Haven Uniform, although he leaves the jacket unbuttoned.

[User]
Emerald - Outside Ozpin's Office -

"Oh." Emerald glanced away, looking sheepish. Gratia certainly liked to use her expletives. Apparently they weren't a couple, maybe more like bickering siblings that got on each other's nerves. A lot.

Then a new person showed up. She was some sort of bird faunus, that much was obvious. She looked absolutely stunning in her school uniform, especially with her wings! She had wings! They looked so cool!

Emmy snapped back to reality as the girl introduced herself as Bianca Nuit. "I'm Emerald...Emerald Felica." She announced quickly, still looking at Bianca with her wide, curious eyes. She couldn't help but look at the wings again, they were so pretty! And the way they moved around was so distracting! They were just asking for her to paw at them!

Before she realised what she was even doing, her more feline instincts caused her to attempt to swipe at some of the feathers on the edge of Bianca's wings. They wouldn't stop moving!

[Assistant]
Sarina Tala Dei and Vega Venetia (VGNB)

"There will be food, near the end of the tour." Aww she's so cute and childish. Vega on the other hand… "Oh my god you are so cute. I could literally hug you for HOURS" as she immediately hugged Emerald and retracted back. "Oh and yes as to what you said Emerald and Bianca" giving her a nod back as she has fially arrived "Napoli and Gratia have been lovers since me and Bianca's first day on Haven as I remember their eyes set upon each other and in the end, nothing can separate them even though they argue and bicker at times" dramatizing her sentence on their love.

Sarina could not help but laugh in her head of the conversation going on. I wonder what Ozpin's think about them…since we are still in front of his office. VGNB has always been her favorite team when she was in Haven and now that they are here in Beacon and she was sure they were going to make a huge impact on the school. "Nice to see you again Bianca but you don't have to get informal with me." Sarina could not help but notice how beautiful Bianca wings were. It was always angelic and soothing for her to look at.

"Ok gals…and the one guy; let us get started on our tour of Beacon!" The group eventually was away from Ozpin's office as Sarina spoke about Beacon while walking down the empty yet beautiful hallways of Beacon. Only the sound of their footsteps can be heard. Eventually the group arrived at their first destination the Library as they entered inside it. "Welcome to the Library, a place for study and for socializing. Mostly students use it as a gathering place and socialization place. The library also doubles as a CCT. You can make transcontinental calls here if you don't want to walk to the tower. I will let you guys walk around here for several minutes to get a feel of this place." Sarina then took a seat near desk and put her legs on it.

[User]
Bianca Nuit – A Dei Tour

Bianca cackled as Vega kept pace with her own story of how much love Napoli and Gratia so clearly held for each other. She knew there would be hell to pay for the comments later, but she just couldn't find it in herself to stop.

Bianca followed along with her team and the cat Faunus through the baron halls of Beacon. Every once in a while she would stretch her wing out towards Emerald in a way of teasing her, folding them back against her back before the girl could reach them. Eventually the group happened upon the library, it appeared to be a massive hall, akin to what Bianca imagined a dining hall would look like in a King's palace. There were several small groups of students all gathered around their own tables quietly discussing things and play card games.

 "My goodness." Bianca said finding herself at a loss for words. She took Sarina's cue and immediately began walking towards the rows and rows of knowledge spread out upon this expanse; not missing the opportunity to lightly ruffle Vega's hair and shoot her a playful smile filled with her own wonderment.

Bianca found herself drawn towards the section labeled Faunus. Immediately opening up her wingspan to reach the very top of the shelf. There she perched, as she delicately grabbed a novel and immediately began reading it. She looked like a statue of an angel, one leg crossed over the other, wings fully extended. She was too drawn to her book to notice anyone staring at her. Bianca regularly forgot that others couldn't just come up and join her, not that she'd care, but she would've expect people to be so bewildered by it. She would immediately shoot an excited glance to her teammates, pointing to the books. She was like a child in a candy store.

As Bianca finally caught herself and shut the book she fluttered back down to the top shelf of the bookcase and slid the book right back into place. As she landed, a pair of boys caught her eye and ear.

"God damn Faunus, showing off and shit." One boy said to another while they angrily peered over in her direction.

Bianca simply let out a quiet laugh and started in their direction. She flipped her hair over one shoulder, thought only of murder and refused to blink as she walked directly towards them. Upon finally reaching them she took a brief second of pause to let the heavy air hang over their heads before finally speaking up.

"Darling, if you think this is showing off I'd love to show you some more. Bianca said staring through his eyes like they were made of stain glass. Before giving them the time to respond Bianca immediately sauntered back off towards Sarina and pulled up a seat next to her.

"They weren't kidding when they said these boys were nothing compared to the one's we have in Haven, hm?" Bianca groaned adjusting in the seat to make it more comfortable for her wings.

"So how've you been keeping dear?" Bianca asked, this was the first time she had really spoken to her old friend in what seemed like forever.

[Assistant]
Sepia stood up and straightened her dress. Smiling good-naturedly - and somewhat apologetically - she headed after Krysthane, pausing only to wave goodbye to those ever-so-helpful men. Once she caught up to her team leader, she leaned in and whispered, "So, what did you think? Didn't those guys seem a little...strange? Sure, their place was cute and all, but kinda unusual too." God, she hoped her teammate's first impression of her wasn't going to be that she was a ditzy airhead. She was, but whatever.

Sepia reached up and touched one of her dog ears. "I wonder how the other half of our team is doing."

[User] "Shut up and die." While the girl and her weapons were heavy Ebon wasn't weak himself. Lifting the shield above him he allowed his R-Types to converge onto the anchor girl to surround her from all sides even above. They each were holding a charged shot and fired laser beams at the girl at the same time Skyra was going to attack. Soon there were a dozen flashes of light as the R-Types fired a slavor of laser beams, all aimed at the girl. Ebon stood his ground holding her above his head. He was waiting for her to fall limp so he could slam her into the ground and finish her off. But he also kept a close eye on the girl's posse. He had a hunch they weren't just going to stand idly by.

[Assistant]
Napoli Fiordilatte - Dei Tour (Library)

At first all Napoli could do was laugh, even as Gratia exploded at the cat-girl, all he could think was how ridiculous and terrible the entire idea was. "Married? To Gratia? God, I'd sooner marry Ozpin. Not that there's anything wrong with the bossman, I'm sure he's a swell dude and all. I bet there's plenty of people interested in him, but I'm not really into dudes. Or older guys. Or well, what were we talking about again?"

Then Bianca arrived perpetuating the same nonsense, and before he could rebutt Vega opened her own mouth. Now bless the boss and his teammate's soul and what not but they could easily be just as annoying as that bitch. Well maybe not that far, but close enough, spewing foolish ideas that would just create headaches for him later. "Hey Bianca, Boss, I love you both, but please shut up. You guys keep perpetuating nonsense and the cat might lose one of her lives."

Alright, I admit, that was a bad joke.

That was when the Dei tour finally kicked off, and Napoli found himself buckling in to deal with his annoying teammates (read: Gratia) just a little longer. Soon enough he'd be free of her, and able to really explore the academy. Right now though, the library and stuff was pretty cool. Bianca was already scaring the crap out of some random student, Gratia was probably still being a bitch and Vega was no doubt still hugging and fawning over Emerald. The three of them never changed.

"Hey Bianca, you keep up the act and people are going to start wondering who you think you are."


[System]
Gender: Female
Age: 18

Personality: August is easily excited and gets caught up in the heat of the moment frequently. Passionate and always thinking at a breakneck pace, it's amazing she hasn't gone insane or gotten herself killed. A hopeless romantic with an overpowering logical streak, she's broken more than a few hearts in her life, both boys and girls. Her train of thought, sometimes, makes little to no sense when she's in one of her brainstorms. She's deathly afraid of drowning, and cannot swim. It is exceptionally hard for her to not tinker with something and try to modify, streamline, fix, or enhance it, often with disastrous results.

Appearance: Despite standing at a minimal 5', August is hard to miss. She has wild, vibrant red hair reaching down to her hips, often braided or tied back in intricate designs meant to control it's inevitable frazzles, frizzles, and tangles, but still make it presentable. Sharp green eyes stare over thin circular glasses in silver frames, sitting atop a perky nose. Her lips seem to almost always be pouting, except when they're being bitten in concentration. Often wears simple sweaters with jeans and brightly colored shoes of some sort, her favorite having a nebula painted across the top, alongside a worn beanie with googly eyes sewn onto it, looking like some kind of blob monster eating the top of her head. Weighing in at around 105 lbs, her figure is incredibly modest, with no chest or behind to really speak of. Her voice tends to squeak and crack when it hits a certain volume, especially when frustrated or annoyed, or when she inevitably gets shocked by one of her quick-fixed electronics.

Tether: A near death experience has made August not only more appreciative of life, but also brought her closer to the spirit world. Something came back with her from the other side, and though she doesn't fully understand it, she's desperate to learn all she can about it.

Ability: Empathy - August can read emotions in a given area or object. The stronger the emotion at the time, the easier they are to read. Complex or convoluted emotions, or areas with many different emotions, are jumbled and wild, something akin to a kaleidoscope in her head where she can't settle on one before another shoves it's way in. Particularly powerful emotions, like trauma, can give her headaches and leave her dazed or confused. This can't be used to read emotions in living people.

Talents:
Electronic Repairs - There are few electrical systems that can stay broken under August's fingers. Broken radios, flashlights, fuses, she can fix or at least temporarily jerry-rig almost anything that has wires and a current.
Hotwire - A part of her life she'd rather forget, though definitely a useful skill to have, if she can get into a car, she can make it drive, keys or not.

Recent history: August is a bit of an odd duck in Oakenheim. Shipped to the town suddenly to stay with her brother due to "legal issues", the girl has made a name for herself by "fixing" things that were never broken. Locations the locals actively avoid she seeks out with great zeal, mostly for disappointing results, but occasionally it pays off. She's often seen at night riding her bike to some new location or off into the woods. The local sheriff makes it a habit of picking her up on sight during these runs, since her brother almost never knows about them, and they often end with the power in the town going out from her tinkering.

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"That's fair enough I suppose," Maxwell responded without much enthusiasm. For a moment he was sure that he had caught a trace of something in Kanoa's expression when she looked at him but he made little of it. He was bad at that kind of thing to begin with so he had probably imagined it. But her comment about the gardening club. Was that a joke? Probably. But if not it might be something worth investigating in his own time. "Right," he responded simply, following after her as she led them into the forest. For some reason he felt a little ill at ease but he had no idea why. His revere was broken when Kanoa asked a surprisingly curious question.

"Kitsune?" Maxwell said aloud, as if he had never heard of such a thing. In fact the truth was the opposite. He had simply been surprised to hear the word, out here in a forest in the heart of backwater Maine. In truth he actually knew a little about them, the mythology and the origin of the name. His father was a supernatural buff and fiction author to boot after all. He also collected crap like that. Maxwell for his part had never really been interested in that kind of stuff. Not until recently anyway.

"Really, that's what comes to mind?" Maxwell had no words to describe just how creepy Mary had sounded. He sighed and shook his head. He had to agree with Augusts take on the whole situation. They were all on the wrong side on the weirdness scale for anyone to be throwing around comments like that. Despite himself he actually smiled and laughed to himself. "And what, you really think that if anyone was going to be doing the killing of nubile young teens it would be Kanoa? I can think of much better better candidates," he said with some levity looking directly at Mary.

It then that Kanoa tried to explain the logic behind the reasoning that she was basing her conclusions upon. Maxwell was suddenly a lot less at ease with the whole situation. He had assumed that she was working with something a little more...ironclad than pure speculation. "Tried to hypnotise you, huh?" he said with no apparent emotion. He really should have just walked away right at that moment and forgotten all of this madness. "So why couldn't it?" he said more to himself than to Kanoa.

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When they arrived at their apparent destination Maxwell found himself not sure what to say exactly. What exactly had he been expecting? Maxwell had to admit that if nothing else the building really fit the bill. Located deep in the forest. Hard to see among the trees. Or was it a tree that looked like a house. It wasn't like he had been expecting something normal like a wood cabin or a tent but still this was something else. He sighed at Kanoa's apparent lack of a sense of danger, yet found himself following immediately after her into the house. House tree? Tree house?

It was dim inside, lit by a glowing fire off to one side of the room, instruments of varying varieties scattered about a table. Clearly someone lived here. The fire suggested that until recently someone had even been here. Or still was here. Yet for some reason he was not as scared as he knew he ought to be. He walked over to the instruments and picked up what he believed to be a violin. He made no attempt to play it and instead turned it over curiously in his hands. Seemed pretty unremarkable. He turned his eyes toward the door way into the next room. "So what do we do now?" he asked seriously.

[Assistant]
Jackson shrugged at Kanoa's response, as that really didn't explain anything. He got that it moved, by why to Maine of all places. Seems like ab awful long way to go, even if they did use some sort of spiritual transportation. He spared a glance at Orion and some new guy as they came over.

'You should take that knife and-' Aphosis began his usual schtick with torture and death and mutilation, to which Jackson tuned out with a steady train of 'Shut up' thoughts. This kind of thing would terrifying, if he wasn't dealing with it on a near constant basis. He was pretty sure he could watch a grisky chainsaw massacre happen ih front of his eyes, and only be slighty perturbed by it, that was how desensitized to violence he'd become.

"Nothing much Orion, just discussed the likelyhood of Kanoa leading us to our doom, then eating our, how did you put it Mary, 'nubile teen bodies' or something like that. Can someone tell me the hell that even means, nubile that is." Jackson response was a little harsh in tone, but his lack of sleep, his irritation at having to get up so early(he wasn't a morning person), and dealing with the psycho spirit in his head made him rather grouchy.

(Time skip to Cabin)

"You know, Mary's theroy is a lot less crazy sounding now that we're actually here." Jackson couldn't help but comment as they approached the cabin, his eyes roaming over the building unimpressedly. He didn't know what he was expecting, but it wasn't this. "I say-" He began, only to cut himself off as Aphosis spoke up in his head again.

'What a nice location for such a thing, I say you start eating the one who just arrived, his confusion and fear will mix quite well together, then-'

"Oh my fucking god, will you just shut up already!" Jackson exclaimed in annoyance as he began to pace around. "Every second, of every minute, of every day you've been talking non-stop about how to kill people violently, how to torture people brutally, and tell me over and over to kil everyone I meet. At first, this was terrifying,But only now am cI realizing just how fucking annoying you are. Can you please shut and give me just 5 minutes of uninterrupted mental silence." When he heard no response,he gave a sigh of relief. . . which he quickly swallowed when he remembered he was in front of other people.

"Oh, uh, non of thatnwas directed at you guys it was just, you know." Jackson tapped his head, but his flocked ti Daniel, the new one here that hadn't been at the classroom, thus missing his demonstration. 'Oh well, I'll explain it to him later if I have to.'

"Soooooooo, we going down the fox-hole or what?" Jackson chose to sit down, acting like his momentary lapse in sanity never happened.


[System]
Username: Demon Shinobi
Age: 15
Gender: Female
Country of Origin: Japan (Though she is half Japanese and Half Italian)
Role: Storm Guardian Candidate
Flame: Storm

Weapon/Fighting Style: Asuka utilizes a whip coupled with fluid, quick movements in battle. IN truth this was a weapon she was taught to use by her father, who used a chain sword.
Box weapons:
1) Catena Frusta di Tempesta (Chain Whip of the Storm) - With a grip resembling that of a sword and a 2 yard long chain topped with a kunai like blade at the end, this is the perfect weapon to accentuate her skill with a whip. This chain whip channels and can be engulfed in the Storm Flame at the user's will.
2) Volpe a Nove Code di Tempesta (Nine-Tailed Fox of the Storm) - A small black nine tailed fox, with white tipped tails matching it's white paws. It is incredibly fast. It can fire small balls from its tails made of condensed storm flames. It can coat it's paws in storm flames while running. And it can coat it's fangs and saliva in the flames when biting. All at the beck and call of it's master.
Appearance:
As she stands now, Asuka is a fairly well developed young girl. She stands at about 5'4" with lovely skin and a lovelier figure for her age.

In ten years not much has changed. She has grown taller, standing at about 5'8" and has grown more in the bust and hip areas, though no male (or occasional female) would care about that right? Overall, she had some what larger more accentuated curves than she had as a child.

Personality: Asuke is typically level headed and easy to get along with. Ever intelligent and kind, one might think Asuka is picture of perfection. She does not feel this way. She works hard and strives to be better when necessary. However, she is not oblivious to her looks, and figure and uses it to her advantage when possible. She can be manipulative, a bit of a flirt and somewhat teasing. But that is more so because she finds it fun and humorous. She can be a bit odd and random in her behavior, but she picks her moments. There is a time to play, a time to be serious, a time to fight, etc. etc. Still even with her confidence and somewhat flirty attitude, she is quite innocent can be made to blush if she isn't the one teasing, but the one being teased. Asuka is simply Asuka.

History: Asuka's mother was Japanese and her father Italian. How did they meet? Well her mother was the mayor of Namimori at one point. She was beautiful, responsible, fearless, and much more. She was practically leading the charge against the local thugs and yakuza. Of course, this lead to many wanting her dead. She thought it didn't matter, but others weren't so reckless.

Thus, her father was hired. A bodyguard for hire at the time, his strength was renowned. Even to those yakuza he was not only recognized, but respected for his skill and ability. This was no small feat. His presence brought along much more peace of mind. Even to her mother, though it wouldn't be admitted, at first. Still, as time went on and the two spent more time together, they would eventually fall in love. That love would blossom into the birth of a child.

After that, Asuka's mother resigned. With a baby on the way she couldn't afford to risk her life. And neither could her father. They settled in Namimori since he hadn't had a permanent of his own due to his constant travelling. Without her continuing her work there was no need to further pursue harming her or her future child. Besides nobody wished to cause more problems with Asuka's father.

She grew up normally. Of course, up until she was ten. Then he father began to make her exercise, work a bit a bit more and train so she could be able to defend herself in the case that he wasn't around. He gave her a weapon similar to his. A whip. It could suffice. She learned fairly quickly. Now she'd 15. Her parents are off travelling with full confidence that she can handle herself. She can too. Though not many know, she can fight fairly well. She can take care of herself and does quite well in school. She strive to maintain a good position like her mother did, and still does.

Other: The following are added information.

Hobbies: Asuka's hobbies include reading Manga, watching anime, studying, training, and cooking. She also enjoys the occasional online game and the very rare eroge. But that's a secret.

Likes: Asuka likes having fun, hanging out, making new friends and occasionally a good brawl if it can add a little excitement to her life. However, more than anything, she likes cute things, even if she denies it.

Dislikes: Asuka dislikes jerks and rude people, though can put up with them if she is close to them. She also dislikes killjoys and boredom. She isn't one to take well to being teased, as hypocritical as that sounds. And she doesn't like people messing with or insulting the things or people she cares about.

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Samael | Rooftop

"Hmmmm... Questions, well not really... Everyone here must've been already chosen for one of these 'positions', I think I'd like to know what they are", he knew what these positions were, they were revered among the family. The guardians of the flames, Storm, Mist, Cloud, Lightning, Rain, and the Vongola head's Sky. It was obvious that Luca here was the one who represented the Sky, but what about everyone else? Sam knew his own potential with Mist, so he had some idea.

"And so would they", he added.

[Assistant]
Shi's tail swayed from side to side like a ticking grandfather clock as she waited for the others to pose their questions, however when none came she suspected they understood just what they were getting themselves into, that was fine. Though Samael did pose one about just what they were picked to be, a understandable question after all she did explain about the guardians while they had all met at the shrine so that was what peaked his interest?

"Well, I suppose I can tell you. where shall we start? Ah, with the Guardians? My sister over there trying to feed your future boss-," She gestured to Yuki holding a hotdog on the end of a fork and trying to poke it into Luca's mouth, a rather innocent looking assassin it seems. "She was to join the ranks of Varia, but has forced the issue into becoming one of the Sun Guardian Candidates along with Akane Kimiko." She looked to the others, to make this fast she simply pointed to them in turn and announced what they were to be.

"Samael Mist Guardian Candidate
Naoki Shindo Thunder Guardian Canidate
Minase Hideaki Cloud Guardian Candidate
Rentarou Kanesada Rain Guardian Candidate"

Lowering her hands she waited for a few moments "And of course we have the Storm Guardian Candidate, who belongs too our late dear Asuka Argento" It was this moment this moment that the girl would have come through the door, Shi's ears were not just for show afterall. "You have not missed much, Fon will just fill you in while I explain this: There are also the Varia members, if you are chosen to become one of these you will discover what it means, however as of right now simply focus on the tasks at hand."

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Just as Shi had predicted Asuka would burst through the door she appeared, hearing her name. "Well~ Seems you decided to aid me in making an entrance." She cooed playfully as she took a small bow. "Thank you very much." She smiled as she before giggling at the sight of Yuki trying to feed Luca. It was so cute. Especially given what they'd learned of her background.

Once she scanned the area, making sure she remembered each person who'd showed up, she took a position beside Hideaki before affectionately elbowing him in the side."Where's my key, Mr. Stalker?" She asked in a whisper a bit annoyed after finding that one of her keys was missing from he ring. Of course, she wouldn't be so loud as to make him out to look like a creep before their possible new comrades. Not until more was known about everyone. But she did want her property back.

[Assistant]
With a slight raise of his eyebrow, Hideaki accepted the bento box handed to him by the younger, less foxy Volkov sister. He looked at the drink - grape soda, bad for the teeth - and then peeked into the bento - the usual faire, nothing special. After quickly verifying that there wasn't laxative or some kind of poison tainting his bento, as was usual protocol, he glanced around the rooftop for a free spot. He spotted a suitable seat that was close-but-not-too-close to the group, shaded from the summer sun, and situated nicely against the rooftop fencing, so naturally he seized the opportunity presented to him by walking on over and taking a seat.

Verdict: 1/10. Disgusting, but would still eat instead of fast-food take-out.

He grabbed another bite with his chopsticks and brought it up to his mouth. His pleasantly smiling face belied his true opinion as he ate and drank with his peers. If he was forced to give a formal critique, it would be long and nitpicky - as was the opinion of Minase Hideaki on most things presented to him. Still, he knew that flipping the bento over and throwing his carbonated drink at somebody was not a socially acceptable reaction to 99% of stimuli, so he kept quiet and ate. Hide was a patient person, after all.

And then that happened. Oh boy.

Across more than a thousand parallel worlds, the consequence of Asuka's seemingly innocuous action was met with an equally innocuous reaction from Hideaki. Perhaps he would've ignored her or just given the keys back. Or he might have tossed them over the chainlink barrier or not have taken them in the first place.

Fortunately or not, this was not one of those worlds.

Hideaki's lips curled into a smile that was equal parts amiable and shady as fuck. Suddenly, there was a movement of his closest arm, an incline of the torso, a parting of lips and a vibration of vocal cords. What was he doing? Why did it look like he was going to do a thing that he would regret after a few training montages? A still, silent moment passed and oh shit. Hide did the thing. He had his arm around Asuka' shoulder and was leaning in and whispering sweet nothings into her ear. Well, probably not that, they were still minors and Hide was not, as they say, 'a playah'. Either way after spinning a believable story about how he wasn't the dastardly stalker that Asuka thought he was, he spoke the words that she was dying to hear. Or maybe would rather die than hear, if she was a more melodramatic kind of person.

"...And that's the story all about why I'm disappointed to tell you that, unfortunately, I do not possess your key at this very moment."

---------------------------But this was all a distraction.

Yes. A distraction. A diversion. A ruse. An attempt at subterfuge. An example of prime HideAsu shipping material. A stepping stone to greater heights. Whatever you want to call it, that's what it was. Because while Hide did all that stuff that would probably get him set on fire later, his other hand was busy doing something sneaky. It was dexterously planting the key in Asuka's key pocket as the story went on. In other words, you could say that Hide was being...

...snea-key.


[System]
HAIR COLOR:
Black

EYE COLOR:
Pale blue eyes (Think Husky eyes)

DISTINGUISHING FEATURES:
Rather pale and rarely smiles.

SCARS AND BIRTHMARKS:
Three long claw marks that have yet to fade run along her back. They're from a griffin she wasn't fully prepared to deal with.

FRIENDS AND FAMILY, PEOPLE THEY SURROUND THEMSELVES WITH?
She used to wander with her mother, her only living relative. That was until she was ripped apart by the very same Griffin who attacked both her and her group. Now she wanders alone. She prefers to be around people who are intelligent and have a quick wit. Aro also values humor in a person, even though her kind of joke isn't exactly the cleanest.

WHERE WERE THEY BORN? WHERE HAVE THEY LIVED SINCE THEN? WHERE IS HOME?
Aro was born in a small unnamed grove but hasn't seen it since the day she was carried away in her mother's arms. She doesn't remember the place, she only remembers her mother's stories of it. Aro is a Vagrant, she lives on the road. To someone who wanders, home is where they are. They don't have a special building or a special place, to them, especially to her, home is where the heart is.

WHERE DO THEY GO WHEN THEY'RE ANGRY?
When upset, Aro used to run into her mother's arms. Now, without her, she has nowhere to go but inside of herself. When she's angry she traps herself in her thoughts, not paying attention to the world around her. That is until something knocks her out of her mind. Then she will focus her unbridled rage and the thing that took her out of the one place she considers safe.

WHAT IS THEIR BIGGEST FEAR? WHO HAVE THEY TOLD ABOUT IT? WHO WOULD THEY NEVER TELL?
Aro's biggest fear is being abandoned. Having someone that has stayed with you through thick and thin suddenly leave you for something they consider better is something that will always make her feel pathetic and weak. She hates even the idea of being left behind. The only person she's ever told about her fear was her mother and a few of her fellow travelers, who are all now dead. Aro is the kind of person to open up to anyone who asks, so it's not really much of a secret that she's afraid of such a silly sounding thing as being abandoned.

DO THEY HAVE A SECRET?
Aro's secret is that she was the real reason her group got attacked. She was the watch for the night and should've easily spotted the monster that killed her mother. But she was distracted, something that the group would shame her for. Aro didn't notice the Griffin until it was already upon them, ripping her friends and family apart. She ran as fast as she could, the monster only catching her once before she made it into cover. Ever since, Aro has felt like she doesn't deserve to be near anyone, for she would only get them killed. She keeps this secret buried, and hasn't let it breathe since the day it happened.

WHAT MAKES THEM LAUGH OUT LOUD?
Aro enjoys a kind of slapstick humor, and if anyone falls down or hurts themselves in a ridiculous way, she's bound to laugh.

HAVE THEY EVER BEEN IN LOVE?
Once, but they too fell victim to the Griffin that has scarred her in more ways than one.

DESCRIBE THE THINGS THAT WOULD BE HARD FOR THEM TO PART WITH.
Aro takes personal gifts very seriously and will put up a fight for them if they're taken. She has two gifts, a necklace given to her by her mother, and a scarf which was hand-made by the leader of their group's mother.

LOOK DOWN AT THEIR FEET. DESCRIBE WHAT YOU SEE.
Fawn brown shoes covering small, pale, dirty feet. She prefers walking barefoot, so if she doesn't think she needs to, she won't wear shoes.

WHEN THEY THINK OF THEIR CHILDHOOD KITCHEN, WHAT SMELL DO THEY ASSOCIATE WITH IT? WHY DOES IT RESONATE?
Aro really never had a kitchen, but her group had always gathered around a fire to share stories while some sort of red meat was being cooked. To her, dirt and cooking meat are the smells of home.

DESCRIBE ONE STRONG MEMORY THAT HAS STUCK WITH THEM FROM CHILDHOOD.
Aro had seen first hand what the Griffin had done to her mother, and has never been able to remove the thought from her mind.

WHAT DO THEY WANT MOST OF ALL?
Aro wants to be love without fear that they will one day die. She wants to feel that it's alright to care and that she won't be the reason that her loved ones will perish.

RIGHT NOW, IN THE FIRST MOMENT OF OUR STORY, WHAT IS THEIR BIGGEST PROBLEM?
Lost in an angry thought, Aro wasn't paying enough attention to her surroundings. She is now stuck, hanging upside down with her feet tied from a rope hanging from a rather large tree. Her pack is on the ground, along with any sharp objects she could use to free herself. At this moment, Aro is waiting for whatever set the trap to arrive and kill her. That is unless she finds a way to free herself from the trap.

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CHAPTER 3

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Aro swung in the air, her only support being the vines wrapped around her feet. They were what got her in trouble in the first place. Lost in thought, like usual, she stumbled upon a trap. She really needs to pay better attention to her surroundings, especially if she was going to walk around in forests that were most likely enchanted.

Aro blew her black hair out of her eyes, only for it to fall back in front of her face. She could call for help and hoped someone heard her, but she didn't want to risk looking like a fool. So, she tried to sit up and reach her feet. After a few attempts and a lot of struggling, she finally got a grip on the vines. Aro was curled in a ball, twisting in the air.

Aro placed her hands on the knot that held the trap together. As soon as she tugged, the vines released. She flew towards the ground with a loud yelp, surprised at the sudden drop. She smashed against the ground, which was apparently hollow. Aro fell into the cave that was under the trap. She smacked the ground, the air being knocked out of her for the second time. The pale rocks fell around her, making small noises compared to the initial CRACK of her breaking the ground beneath her.

Aro groaned and rolled onto her side, her back aching from both falls. "Today..." She spoke through gritted teeth, "...is not my day."

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The ground coming apart at the seams was loud enough to reverberate throughout the entire forest. Birds flew away from the scene, afraid of a sudden Earthquake. Rabbits ran into their holes, nothing but black eyes looking out. It sounded like thunder, but there couldn't have been any, with the lack of rain. The forest quickly regained it's composure as the earth settled. The forest seemed to agree with Aro as she sat in a cave, pebbles puttering down from the collapsed roof. Today was not her day.

[Assistant]
"There's got to be something here somewhere!" Sunny dodged a long-reaching flower and scrambled up the sloped side of a boulder to peer over it -- but there was nothing to see except the fluted white trunks of ferny trees, flowers the size of horses leaning sideways by their own weight, and curiously spiraled stone structures that shone like the night sky, looping up out of soft and squishy moss like statuesque serpents. The air here was thick with moisture and the pungent aromas of the heady flowers; sunlight filtered and flickered through the canopy, casting a golden dappled glow on the shifting grasses.

This was the place on the map -- their next destination, finally reached after days of hiking and hitching rides with friendly wagoners, camping under the stars or in a gracious farmer's barn. Finally -- their feet sore and the sun hot on their skin -- Rymoln Wood was all around them, but it occurred to Sunny that they had no idea what they were looking for.

"Helloooooo!" she called into the dense forest, hands around her mouth. Sunny turned suddenly, certain she'd just seen something move -- but there was only a tree. She was certain that tree hadn't been there a moment ago.

There was something about these woods that constantly felt out-of-place, but she never actually saw anything moving.

Sunny felt something tugging at her hair, and she waved away a little orange flitterdid -- pudgy, squeaky, buzzy things the size of dragonflies that liked to steal whatever they could get their tiny paws on. A lazy swarm of flitterdids had followed the coterie since they entered Rymoln Wood, and Sunny had warned her companions to keep close anything small and valuable.

There was no birdsong here -- no sound of toads or insects or wildlife. Apart from the flitterdids, there was little wildlife to be found at all -- just the hush and creak and rustle of the trees and flowers in the breeze. It was as if nothing lived here at all.

With a yelp, Sunny leaped suddenly while a stray vine snapped away from her feet. It would have caught her ankles if she'd been any less vigilant. "Watch where you step!" she called to Laphi and Nyte, and she stopped in a grove of spiral-stones to turn and check on the others. "Find anything yet? I get the feeling these woods are trying to catch us or eat us." The sentiment was said with a grin. "Is it just me or are these trees moving?"
*CRACK*
The trees shook and shuddered with a sound like the strike of lighting or the split of a gigantic egg; the ground beneath their feet shuddered from a sudden impact. The flitterdids scattered and zoomed in all directions, spooked. Sunny smiled wide. "There!" she shouted, speeding off in the direction of the great noise, crashing recklessly through the mossy brush. "This way!"

Meanwhile, Aro would find herself laying in soft pale grass, bathed in a pool of sunlight that only reached her through a new split crevice in the rock high above. All around her, wherever the sunlight didn't penetrate, was darkness -- but she would get the feeling, by the way the space smelled and the way sound echoed faintly whenever she moved, that she had stumbled into a cavern that was far more enormous than it at first appeared.

Should she explore the place where she had fallen, she might find that the grassy spot where she stood was only as big as the floor of a small cottage -- beyond that perimeter it dropped off suddenly into a dark abyss. She had been lucky to have fallen upon this little island of safety.

On one side, shadowed by the thick darkness, was the beginning of a precarious staircase that spiraled down ... and down.

Aboveground, Sunny skidded to a stop when she spotted the crevice in the ground; it was the shape of a hungry mouth, or a hollow eye, gaping dark among the heavy flowers and shifting trees. "Helloooo!" she called again -- this time, hopeful.

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Nyte sighed, a branch Sunny had pulled back suddenly smacking the knight in the face and nearly sending her helmet flying off. This was not the first time this had happened during their long trek through the carnivorous woods, and it would certainly not be the last. Her armor, much less angular than her previous set, did well not to catch on any of the hanging vines or curiously large flowers.

"I'm sure we'll find what we're looking for eventually," Nyte responded brightly, wagging her finger before a flitterdid tried to pry it from her gauntlet. "I'm just slightly worried about what exactly it may be that we find here."

She waved her hand lazily, spooking the pudgy little creature from trying to steal her fingers. It had been a long journey, of course, and all for an unknown object, but the sights had been wonderful, and having a goal in mind was surprisingly much nicer than endless wandering. As her companion called out, just as she had to her in the forests outside Occurro, Nyte spotted a tree that hadn't been there the last time she looked...

"I miss the birds," Nyte muttered sadly to herself, holding her palm out for a flutterdid to rest on. "I wonder why it is that birds don't like this place?"
*CRACK*
Nyte froze for only a moment, watching her small buzzing friends fly away scared as the trees and ground shook from what must have been something very large falling over. She hoped whatever had fallen was okay! Nyte bolted after her companion, armor surprisingly quiet compared to her old, clanking set she wore previously, but she made sure Laphi did not fall behind.

"Holy moly," she muttered as Sunny came to an abrupt stop in front of a crevice. "Was that the noise...?"

[Assistant]
The greeting reverberated through the cavern, making Aro's ears ache along with her back. It took her a moment to realize that the noise came from a person and not some horrible creatures cry.

Aro rolled on her back, the sun hitting her eyes. "Yeah?" Aro groaned. She didn't really want to talk, feeling foolish and angry about what had happened. Plus, talking meant moving, and she wasnt quite up for that. She painfully moved her arm over her eyes, blocking the sun.

"I uh," Aro thought about whether or not she wanted to admit what had happened to a stranger. She figured she was in too deep now.

"I'm in quite the precarious position," Aro rolled her head back onto the soft grass, her arm still on her face. "Moving doesn't seem like an option right now. I uh, fell and landed on my back. Twice." Everything hurt, but she didn't want to move anything. She didn't want to talk anymore, she didn't even really want to breathe.

"Some help would be greatly appreciated."


[System]
Age: 23
Height: 5 ft 5
Weight: 150 lbs.
Allegiance: 'Hope'
Distinguishing Traits: Iris has a scar on her left hand, located on the wrist which was gained a few years back. No other scars but due to her pale skin Iris tends to bruise easily. Personality wise she is quite head strong, stubborn and isn't afraid to voice her opinion. Although she has light blue eyes in contrast to her fair skin in certain lights her eyes can be mistaken for grey.

Short Bio: Growing up in Aspiria sounded wonderful and it was if you were on the upper side. Iris however had grown up with her father on the rougher side, the commoner side of the city where you lived within your means. If you couldn't afford dinner well you wouldn't have dinner, it was as simple as that. It didn't really matter to her though because she had a loving family, her father worked hard day in and out and her mother kept the house maintained and food in their stomachs and it worked for them.
It all had changed when her mother fell ill and sadly passed away not long after. She had outright refused to use their money on medicine that would help her, and she was a stubborn woman a trait Iris had inherited. That death however sparked a rebellion, it fuelled her father's courage who gathered as many men, women and even teens that was willing to fight. He called it hope, hope for those wanting that better life.

Years had passed with many strikes; fights and a war had started between the two. Neither side wanted to relent, and her father Regis was focused on bringing down the hierarchy. His intentions had been pure at the start but since he was considered the leader of this rebellion, he had become accustomed to the ease of everything. Food on the table, weapons and money all donated to this cause and it fed his greed. He hungered for more, but no one knew that side. Not yet.

Now he had raised his daughter following his beliefs, ensuring that she bore just as much hatred for the higher ups as he did. He constantly twisted and manipulated her mind making her mother a martyr, ensuring that she believed it was their fault and that they had killed her mother and as Iris knew nothing else, she was left to believe such stories. Now being a young adult, she had trained herself to fight in this war, she could use a gun if needed but she much preferred being stealthy favouring a dagger. Using her size to her advantage and her skills in stealth she often gained information as leverage, but she had yet to kill someone, she had yet to have blood on her hands.

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"I have," Cas rubbed his arm as he admitted that he'd attended formal events often. After visiting the districts—if 'visiting' was even the right word for it—he was a little uncomfortable talking about the life of luxury that he was accustomed to. It wasn't something that he could feel guilty about, since it hadn't been his choice to be born into royalty. However, knowing that Iris had been poor for the entirety of her life made it awkward to discuss things like balls and gallas that she could never attend. "Honestly, they're a little overrated," he went on. "I've always preferred the atmosphere of the bars a lot more, because everyone is so much looser and more fun. The people who show up for formal events are pretty snobbish, and they spend all their time gossiping about anyone who doesn't look or act in ways that they've decided are acceptable in high society."

"Yeah, even my family doesn't like going when we get invitations," Miles nodded in agreement. "I'm pretty sure my mom and dad purposefully take on jobs overseas whenever there's a galla, just so they have an excuse not to show up. My sister is the only one who gets excited about going."

"That's because her life's goal is to be a sugar baby," Jay snickered.

"I wish I could say you were wrong, but she's told me that almost word-for-word before," Miles wrinkled his nose. "It's so creepy watching her flirt with all the old men at those events like she's trying to be picked to join one of them at their playboy manors."

"It'll be even creepier if her plan works and one of them proposes to her," Jay teased. "Imagine having a seventy-year-old brother-in-law!"

Miles gagged in disgust.

When they drank their champagne, Caspian held the cool liquid on his tongue for a second before he swallowed it, enjoying the crisp flavor. He'd silently limited himself to one glass, since it would take some time before he wanted to get drunk again, so he was savoring the contents of his glass. He didn't want to burn through it too quickly or he wouldn't have any to sip at when their food arrived. The light champagne would pair nicely with the salmon pizza he'd ordered, and he was just enough of a connoisseur to appreciate the combination of flavors. Just because he had a hard time distinguishing between cheap and luxury wines didn't mean he didn't like rich meals, after all.

"This was a great choice, Cas," Miles nodded approvingly as he set his flute back down on the table. It seemed like he and Jay were pacing themselves too, because the glass was still more than halfway full.

"Thanks," he replied. In truth, he'd just grabbed one of the first bottles he'd seen on the shelf, but he was glad that his selection was praised. He glanced down at Iris, noticing that she had only taken one small sip of her drink. Remembering that she'd liked mimosas when they had shared drinks at his family's private bar, he was a little surprised that she was hardly touching her beverage now. He couldn't tell if she was drinking slowly because she didn't like it or if she just wasn't very interested in having alcohol at the moment, but either way, he wanted to assure her that she didn't have to feel pressured to conform.

Subtly, he reached down to rest his free hand in his lap, touching her upper back gently with his fingers and tracing absentminded patterns on her skin.

"So, how have you been doing since we busted you out of the hospital, Iris?" Jay asked, taking no notice of the prince's discreet gesture behind her head. "You've got more color in your cheeks today. Seems like you're getting on despite the fact that you're stuck here with Miles."

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Iris smiled just listening as Cas called the formal events overrated and how he preferred the atmosphere of bars, still another place she doubted she could go too. A part of her wondered if he had said it to make her feel better, especially as he went on to say the events were kind of snobbish and full of gossip. It was hard not to be curious about it, but it was just a grim reminder of the fact she would never attend something like that, she probably wouldn't even go into the bars or anywhere in the Capital. At least in the districts she didn't have to hide, and she could go where she pleased, not that there were many places to visit but she didn't have to hide away for fear of arrest.

Drawn from her thoughts by what Jay said she looked up about to ask what he meant by a sugar baby, but thought better of it closing her mouth as she listened to them talk on slowly understanding by what they truly meant. It was weird to think that some people where into that, just having an easy life without having to do anything. Some sort of sugar baby was a new concept to her, but you couldn't really get those in the districts. Of course, there were people that would sleep around to earn something extra, but nothing on that kind of level.

"Yeah." Iris smiled agreeing with the boys about it being a good choice, though it wasn't her taste she felt like chiming in, so she didn't seem too out of place here. Perhaps she would enjoy it more with the food and that was the hope because she didn't want more things cropping up to highlight how she didn't belong, not when it was already playing on her mind.

Even with her worries she felt like Cas had caught on, she felt the gentle touch on her back, tracing patterns and it began to calm her. It was such an appreciated gesture and it made her feel better that she wasn't openly drinking the champagne, he had to understand what she was feeling she hoped he did. Though it did bring up the question of what kind of future they could have together, something she didn't want to think about but found it hard to stop wondering on the subject matter.

"Oh!" Smiling as she caught Jays question she nodded, "I'm feeling a lot better, despite being stuck with Miles and having to put up with him daily." Making a playful comment as she relaxed a bit more at the fact she was close to Cas and she could feel his touch soothing her. "I've been taught a lot more card games, well remembered how to play. Also, can we talk about the crap reality shows you have here? Do people actually watch that kind of rubbish? I was so shocked and well, curious I couldn't stop watching it at first. Honestly I don't get it!" Laughing as she looked towards the door hearing the buzzer of the door again for their food. "I hope that's the food!"

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While Jay and Iris talked, Caspian sipped idly at his drink and glanced at Miles, who was also listening to them talk. The other high born's gaze was fixed not-so-subtly on Iris's face, making it obvious that he was still enamored with her. He fought the urge to roll his eyes. Even though he'd just talked to her and gotten confirmation that she didn't want to be with anyone other than him, it was annoying to watch one of his friends become infatuated with her too. He was even a little surprised by the strength of his frustration. He'd never guessed that he would be the possessive type, but then again, he'd never had feelings for the same woman as Jay or Miles before, so they'd never competed. Now that he and his friend were both interested in Iris, he felt the irrational urge to lay claim to her even though nothing would happen between her and the other man.

Trying not to dwell on it, he turned away from Miles to listen more closely to the others talk. Jay shook his head when Iris brought up the reality TV shows that were popular in the capital. "I don't like them either," he agreed with her. "Why watch something like that when you could be watching exciting action movies instead?"

"You just don't like anything that doesn't have guns, hot women and cars," Miles debated with a scoff. "I think the drama is fun, and so do a lot of other people. It's also easy to turn viewing parties into drinking parties really fast."

At the sound of the doorbell, they both glanced at the bedroom door along with Cas. "Should be," Miles confirmed to Iris, standing up from the sofa. "I'll go get it." He headed out the door again to get their food, and Jay made himself comfortable right away by sprawling out with his legs up on the couch, taking over the whole piece of furniture.

"He can sit on the floor when he comes back," he justified, resting his head on the arm of the sofa with a sly smile.

"He's gonna sit on you," Cas warned amusedly. He'd known Jay and Miles long enough to expect that when the latter came back, they were just going to end up wrestling over the couch because of the former's shenanigans. It happened almost every time.

He turned back to look at Iris, deciding to participate in the conversation she had started up before. "I think reality shows are popular because a lot of people here like the idea of being on TV," he posed. "There are so many different ones with so many different themes that pretty much anyone can send in an audition to join. Especially the dating shows. I bet they get hundreds of applicants every season." He paused, then added, "And a lot of people just like judging the cast over everything they do wrong." He shrugged. "I like a few of them, but they're pretty hit or miss for me as a genre."

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"Yeah I think even I'd prefer watching the action movies. Some of it was just absolute dribble. I was not a fan." Shaking her head in amusement as Jay happily conversed with her, it was nice to just have a casual conversation with someone else. Someone other than Miles for the past week and Jay seemed genuinely interested which was nice. That and she knew Jay had no intentions of making any sort of moves on her unlike Miles, it felt strange to think of that because she had honestly been so oblivious to it but now it seemed so obvious she couldn't believe she had missed it.

How will I even approach that subject? Maybe we are over thinking it. Maybe he doesn't like me. Iris thought to herself as she glanced down at the flute of champagne in her hands that she had barely touched. Glancing up for a second nodding as Miles said he would go get their food, a part of her nervous to try this new pizza that she had never tasted before. It would be interesting to see if she did like it, hopefully she did because she didn't want to feel different from the others over it or be pestered about not liking it. Again just another thing she knew she was overthinking, but everything was building up for her especially when she felt like she had no one to talk too.

Chuckling as she watched Jay get comfortable on the sofa, she rolled her eyes when he said Miles could sit on the floor, "As if he would. You better not be ruining my bed there I don't want to sleep on the floor." Making a fun comment to keep the mood light and happy, especially as she was enjoying the company of everyone here even if she would rather prefer spending it with just Cas.

"Really? Why do people want to be on TV? I don't get it, especially knowing that all those people would watch." Iris shook her head not liking the sound of it at all, but then it was different for others they might be more in tune with things like that. "Dating shows? Oh gosh I bet there are some hilariously bad ones of those." Grinning as she looked up at Cas considering his next words around how people liked to judge others. There was so much truth in those words, people liked to judge others and their lifestyle. Always having an opinion when it was none of there business, "I guess… I don't see the attraction, especially if you're just going to pick out all the fault when they do wrong. Speaking of TV, I did watch a really strange film. A part of me thought I had made it all up! But again, I didn't have much else to do so I ended up watching a lot of rubbish. It kind of makes me miss going outside."

Finding her gaze look over at the window looking towards the outside wondering on when she could go out, if she could even go out. The back of her mind still convincing herself that she should just go back to the districts. Maybe I could slip out one night without anyone noticing?


[System]
Age: 16
Gender: Female

Appearance: Short, pale, and slightly pudgy with short brown hair and green eyes. The type of girl people talk about when they say "but she has a great personality." A boring, average looking girl that probably would not be noticed.

When forced to go out supervillaining she wears a long, dark blue coat covered in pockets, black gloves covered in metal plates on the outside and very thing material on the inside, and a metal helmet. The helmet covers her entire head and face and has a blue screen going right down the middle that glows. The effect is very Daft Punk. Intentionally so.

Personality: Irate, high-strung, driven, dutiful, paranoid

Powers/skills: Allison is a Technomancer, a wizard who uses technology as a medium through which to cast spells. Like all technomancers she can commune with technology to try and get it to do what she wants through a combination of appeasement and coercion, though she can't do so to things like engines because she "doesn't speak that dialect." She can commune with most things that "have wires" but is specialized in phones and phone lines.

A few notable things she can do with a phone line are:

1). The most basic thing is the ability to scramble where your call came from, send your call bouncing all over the network until it becomes impossible to trace where it originated from.

2). Listen in to it to try and peel out information. When you say something into a phone it doesn't disappear when it comes out the other end, it stays in there. This doesn't even just apply to things people say into the phone either. Since phone lines were built to "carry information" even things people say near them can get sucked up in there and carried around the lines. You can even find where someone is so long as they're speaking near a live line. You have to know what you're looking for, though, otherwise you're just listening to random snippets and the white noise that everything left in the line eventually becomes.

3). Travel through them or trap people inside of them. Moving like this you can get anywhere the line connects in record time, but it's extremely dangerous and knowing your exact route is a must. She hates doing it. You could get stuck in a mire of white noise, get creamed by a call coming down the line, or eaten by a monster. Speaking of that last one...

4). Telefangs. Phone demons. Emotion left in the line that coalesced into a monster that lives there. Comes in positive and negative varieties. They try to piggyback out of the lines on similar emotions and into human bodies. If you've ever felt particularly good or terrible after a phone call that was one of them getting into you. They're harmless like that, but Allison can draw them out of the lines and bind them to her will. The monsters come in as many varieties as there are emotions, though the general rule is that the positive ones help and the negative ones hurt. Can only exist for long periods of time in the real word when Allison is on hand and puts forth effort to maintain them, otherwise they dissolve into noise and vanish within a few hours.

There are other applications of phone magic, but these three things are what she's most skilled in. She is, however, a ritual caster. She can't just quickfire these spells willy nilly. It also goes without saying that she needs a phone line to be able to do any of these things.

Equipment: Like most wizards she has a workshop hidden in the middle of nowhere where she works to perfect her craft. It's underground, filled with technical manuals, arcane grimoirs, parts, junk, and tools. Anything she needs to build and maintain her equipment. It's also where she lives.

Her helmet (includes a voice changer).
Her gloves (Actually powerful shock gloves she can turn on with a command.)

Her Spellphone. A simple blue flip-phone with the number replaced with arcane symbols. After tireless effort she's managed to turn it into a portable magic tome capable of casting simple spells with a few dials. It includes a simple magic blast, a weak defensive shield capable of stopping anything up to a hale of small arms fire, and a longsword mode for close up offence. It also includes storage space for a single Telefang. It's held back the abysmal hour long battery life and being prohibitively expensive to produce. It had to be assembled basically from scratch, being carefully enchanted all the while. It is bleeding edge technonmacy, but a work in progress.

Short Bio: Allison has most of her entire life on the run with her father, the original Phone Freak Archibald Bell, helping him commit crimes in order to fund their research. She never knew her mother or a normal childhood. As far as she knows she's been a supervillain for about as long as she could walk, taking a supporting role in robberies, scams, magical duels, and every sort of mercenary work you could imagine. Her father always treated her more as a student than a daughter, and as she got older treated her as a peer and colleague. All the money they won was channeled into the research, always striving toward that next big step.

One day, Archibald left her behind. She was confused, until the power went off later that night. She got the news later that he'd set off to steal something from the hero Cyber Shaman, and the resulting duel scrambled communication throughout mainland North America for about four months. No one ever really learned what happened during that fight, Cyber Shaman certainly didn't brag about it, but Archibald never came back. He'd left her, alone, to continue the work. She'd inherited his research, his workshop, and his contacts. She was 12 years old.

She'd been handling it pretty well by herself for the past four years, stealing what she needed, doing various jobs to fund her way of life, working on how to do with wireless signals what Archibald had taught her to do with landlines, and most importantly: keeping anonymous. Allison Bell was a ghost. The people who contacted her only knew Phone Freak. She'd completely divorced her villain persona from her actual person. It was all going swimmingly until the day she got that call.

On her Spellphone.

The one she'd just recently built.

The one that didn't even have a listed number.

And the voice on the other end used her name...

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Conrat trudged in the red stained snow, dragging his giant weapon behind him as if to draw a trail straight to him. His breathing was heavy, and his armour was just as bloodied as the snow. Whether it was mostly his blood he couldn't say. He fell to his knees, exhausted mentally and physically. Men he'd fought alongside had fallen by his blade. Men is pushing it. Demons he'd fought alongside had fallen by his blade.

A rustle in the bushes brought him to one knee, gripping the handle of his blade as he readied for another fight.

But the fight didn't come. All that came was waiting. Endless waiting for years upon years, watching the birds flutter by and the lost families discovering the mysterious stone man in the forest.

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Present Day

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Conrat stood, overlooking the warehouse from a vantage point. His armour, freshly polished, gleamed in the moonlight as he raised his scarf to cover his mouth. Truth be told, he wasn't as angry at The Presence as much as the rest of the group. Of course, he was wary, for all he knew this was a trap. But in his eyes this could go one of two ways. They'd been brought together to actually work together, and Conrat had gone without companionship for too long to pass that up, or it would end up in battle, not as good, but not bad either. His sword felt heavy on his back for the first time in centuries. Not because it had become burdensome, but for the first time in ages, Conrat actually felt anxious. Not the type of anxiety he usually got before a battle, a type he'd never felt before. Like a child on his first day of school.

He watched as the warehouse doors slid open, and began making his way down towards the warehouse. By the time he'd caught up, many of the members were already seated. Noticing the lack of anonymity among much of the group, par a few here or there, he brought his scarf down, revealing his scarred, but grinning face.

The grin was not one of sly knowing, nor was it one of evil scheming. It was merely one of foolish naivety.
"Sorry I'm late!" He said, hardly taking a chance to look at the group before continuing. "I'm Conrat!" He said, not bothering with the alias. He took a seat, taking his extraordinarily large sword and sheath from his back and resting on the floor at his side. "Have they told us why we're here yet?" He inquired, finally taking a look at the group.

They were a motley crew for sure. Opposite him sat what looked to be a normal teenager, Andrew Talbot. Of course, Andrew was far from a normal teenager, normal teenagers might have some hair growth problems, but none had the ability to talk to wolves. Conrat gave a grin to, Mako, he always did like jesters whenever he got to see one back in the day. Of course, the true extent of his power was not something to be joked about, no matter how ridiculous his outfit was. Jackal also sat at the table, another morpher unbeknownst to, Conrat. The pale white of, Jackal's hair combined with his age reminded, Conrat of his first few days after waking up from his forced sleep. The amount of colours within people's hair was astounding, he'd need to ask one of the members of the group what made people's hair such strange colours in the 21st century.

Loud Love was, well Loud Love was naked. Conrat had never seen someone act so normally while in the nude. It took balls, if you'll pardon the pun. Thule, now there was something interesting. He had seen his little scuffle outside, and could tell just from the way he moved that he could handle a sword. Which kind, he couldn't tell, but he guessed something light, like a saber or a fencing sword. Phone Freak and Maverick shared a hidden face. Phone Freak, however, went the extra mile and covered their voice and the whole of their head. Conrat felt uneasy hearing the voice, it reminded him of...well let's not talk about that. Maverick, however seemed like the most level headed member of the team so far. Metallia, and to a lesser extent, Loud Love were things that concerned, Conrat. He too had gotten into the business of evil from a young age, even if he was forced into it and he bore the scars to prove it.

Next up was, Dianna Lear, magician extraordinaire. Of course, all Conrat saw was a rather formally dressed young girl with a cat. If he had been witty, he'd have been sure to make a joke about Andrew when the cat was around, but that was for another time. Her outfit was a stark contrast from, Queenie and to a lesser extent, Harpy. As soon as, Conrat saw the two, who he had been trying to avoid gazing at for the entirety of his time there, he turned almost bright red.

For Christs sake, back in his day you'd be lucky to see a girls ankle, let alone all Queenie was showing. If Harpy's shorts of all things were too much for him to handle without blushing, then he'd definitely be trying to avoid, Queenie. He put his hands up to cover his face, he was embarrassed to blush, but he'd be damned if he'd show it.

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"Free ice cream, huh??? Where?!" Queenie looked around of something she quite adored. Frozen sweet treats. Mmm. "Oh. You were kidding n_n Nevermind then!" Her voice was slightly high-pitched and rather sing-songy. She skipped behind the naked boy with the tats, keeping her mallet close as to knock whack any of the walls or doors. She never answered his question about why she was there, she had either forgotten he had asked or just didn't want to respond, it was hard to tell with her. When Loud Love turned to her and spoke she smiled big at him. Oh so he was /in fact/ a boy. Flipping her multi-colored hair from side to side as they walked through the long hallway the young woman responded. "I'd LOVE to know what I missed!" At once the young woman plopped down in a chair at the end of the hallway. She had kept walking forward until she had entered the room that the metal door had led through. It was nice, lots of shiny things and BIG TV screens. Wooo TV!! Her mallet rested between her legs and against her shoulder so the large part on the end was right near her head. If she needed her weapon it was near that's what mattered, right? Sure.

Queenie looked around at all her new group mates with a wide grin which could show how excited she was, had she not always kept that grin on her face almost at all times. When the weird voice spoke and the even weirder symbols were shown Queenie tilted her head. Those symbols, every one of them, were unfamiliar to her. It had been long since she was in school and had forgotten basically everything she learned except the English language.  "Ooo Circus?! Where?? When?? Let's all go!" A newcomer, like herself, glanced at her and then covered her face, a reaction she got a lot. Queen turned her attention to him and spoke  "Go ahead and blush, soldier boy! We're all familiars here." What she was trying to say was that he shouldn't be embarrassed.