[System]
the Fighter

17

Male

Straight

Human

Warloving, impatient and the worst ladies man you can ever imagine. Liandrich never got much attention from his father, the King. After a while he thought that it was because he was not worthy of his attention. Thus Liandrich began to train. And train. And train He got increasingly less patient. He's not very polite, and that much was clearly shown during the latest ball. Where Liandrich was supposed to see who he would want as a fiancé. Saying he was blunt and rude is an understatement. Several girls actually left the dance floor crying. His mother often glared at him for that.

But deep down, he's just uncertain. From the day he was born he had known 2 facts: he will one day lead the kingdom and his father never had time for him. He feels insecure and fears he will not live up to his father, who got the title: 'the Great'. So he's learning and reading and fighting. And while he loves fighting, he would die for his books. But no King that locked himself into his room reading books ever gained honor.

He's 6"0' tall (1.82 meters). So he's pretty tall for his age. He's also quite muscular. Having fought and trained gave him a slender and agile look. Though the fighting does take a toll. He has a scar just below his chest. A long one. His face though is surprisingly without scars. He prefers to keep his brown, messy hair as short as possible without upsetting his mother. His eyes are a little deeper than usual, casting a shadow around them. His iris is a blackish brown. So dark that most can't see when the iris stops and the pupil begins.

When Liandrich was born, all the bells in the capital rung. The celebration lasted for quite some time and everyone was happy. But be it fate or misfortune: soon after his birth the Mer-People were spotted again. Some blamed him. And thus his youth began. Almost without a father, for that man never gave him attention. Thus planting the first seeds of what would become David's character. No matter what his mother did, he would never look like her. At the age of 9 he already fought with the boys of half the castle. Everytime a great lord comes with his child, David would fight him. Not because he likes fighting (he does but that wasn't the point) but to establish his dominance. At first he lost. Quite a lot. But he kept pushing himself and at the age of 12 he had fought and jousted with most of the sons of the great lords and even against opponents 5 year older than him. He won most rounds. The daughters of the great lords he didn't even glance at. Literally!

At the ball his behaviour came out. He arrived late and still in his leather armor. This armor is normally worn under the metal plates and chainmail. So the message it was sending was clear: he was just back from training. He stank of sweat and dirt. Never the less the girls wanted to dance with him. He refused them. Until his mother forced him to dance. At which he deliberatly stood on toes, made wrong moves. One girl, as beautiful as she was stubborn, didn't want to stop dancing with him. A few turns later and he 'accidentally' dropped her in a fountain. The day after that was a lot more eventful. A tournament. David fought like a beast in plated armor. He forced the participants to defend themselves first, exhausting them before he delivered the final blow. When he won first place, he was handed a ribbon and was ordered to hand it over to the most beautiful girl. He tied it to his horse.

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Arios Ultroch
None

37

Male

Straight

Merman

 Pragmatic, smart and charismatic. Arios has become the greatest right hand of the King ever known. He is quite known throughout the Kingdom. He is constantly thinking forward, thinking about how to improve the Kingdom. He is also well educated in history and warfare. Several Cerceans and mer-people would gladly die for him if he asked them to.

But there is a dark side of him. One that can easily be explained in 1 sentence: the ends justify the means. He will do everything, literally everything, to get what he wants. He also has a strange love with war. It's a terrible thing that should be avoided when possible. But, when not avoidable, one should throw himself in it as vicious as possible.

Arios is what all men desire to be. Strong and muscular, yet lean and slender. His tail is a bit shorter than most mermen and lacks the curtain tail of normal mermen. He has the sharp, edged tail of a shark. The scales are a reflective black, beautiful in an odd way. Like some mermen he has some more scales on his upper arms. Another unique feature might be the oddly stone-looking flesh around his left eye. It's not hideous to look at. In fact, it draws one to his eyes, who reflect a deep, beautiful azure color. His hair is simple as it can be. Short and brown. And he prefers to keep it that way.

Born as a bastard between a middle-class mermen and a to-be exiled sea witch (who is half-octopus). He was actually the reason why she could stay a little longer in the village, until she gave birth to him. His father never accepted him at birth. So he was send to the orphanage. All the odds were against him, especially when he got dry-scale. A disease so rare that healers did not know what to do. In the best case, it would kill him quickly. In the worst case, he might live but scarred for the rest of his life.

Arios made his own option. 15 years later he swam around the orphanage with his mark. The dry scale like skin around his eye and carried it with pride. He had transformed the once dull orphanage into a fully functioning building where every child loved to be. He organized parties, events and trips to museums and minor expeditions. He also fought, at first to fend of the bullies. But then the bullies became his friends and later, his own fighting gang. He practically ruled the orphanage, to the benefit of even the smallest children.

5 years after that, and Arios left the Orphanage. Though promised he'd return every year. He lived as a basic administrator at the Royal Palace. He began to climb the ranks. Making sharp observations and showing his intelligence whenever possible. It was here that he met Meira. A mermaid also working as administrator. Arios fell in love with her and vowed to do everything he could do in his power to get her. Sadly, she never loved him. She loved someone else, a merman. They actually engaged and married 2 years later. To great sadness of Arios, who felt devastated.

Another 7 years later. Arios had climbed the ranks higher. He was almost on the advisor's council when he got the message. Meira was found dead in her house. Her husband was charged for murder, though no clean evidence pointed at him. He would walk as a free man soon enough. But not if Arios could do anything about it. He gathered his old fighting gang. First he cornered the man alone. The fool did not see Arios as a danger and in a drunken fit confessed the murder. And that he never loved her. "Just another love-crazed woman to use." he said. What happened after that, no-body knows. He never told his friends. But the man's body was never found.

Now Arios is First Advisor of the King. Though the thought of love still brings a bitter taste to his mouth. His father died too recently. Though Arios simply went to claim what was his. His father's horn. A black sea-shell carved with red runes. The shell can summon sharks to devour his enemy. Though Arios doesn't know this yet and hasn't tried the horn yet.

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Ragnor, Tetsin

17

Male

Straight

Naga

Born to fight and only that. Ragnor has a deep and almost evil need for blood. Not just to win things. He loves hunting, fighting and killing. He's no fool and often says he knows the world and its horrors. In his eyes, there is no in this world. Love is just a made up concept of girls hoping that one day their rainbow colored prince would take them. He despises the very word. A deep hatred is rooted in him, like a fire. A fire that burns bright when you hand him his daggers. He sees himself as a necessary evil. The bad to keep back the worse.

Poisonous green scales cover his tail. They are rough and pointy. His fins are sharp as needles. A leather belt with an brass buckle. From there up he has the normal, human upper body. He's incredibly muscular, carrying a very prominent six-pack. There's a belt that goes from his right shoulder to his left hip. The belt is often used to carry javelins, a spear or anything else. You could say his face was hansom. With its sharp features and powerful gaze. His ginger-red hair does nothing to soften his outlook. For a matter of fact it is braided in a long tail. A mark of his ancient family. It shows that he is the warrior.

Born among the lucky few. Both of his parents are Naga's making him a pure blood. However, he was the third male child. Useless for marriage. So tradition would have it that he would be trained as a fighter. At first he loathed the dagger fighting style. He preferred to be outside among other mer-people. Playing with his friends in parks and among the fishes. This was forbidden by his parents. Never the less he kept dreaming. In his young life books were an important part. He dreamed of heroes and heroines and fighting epic monsters. He was somewhat of a romantic when he was 12. Despite constantly being told that marriage is duty and love is something that comes out of it, he kept believing he would meet the one. It was on his 15th that he got to know Alaina. A mermaid. He fell for her like granite in water. He would do anything for her hand. Alaine realized this. She abused her 'power' over him. Making him work and do chores for her. Eventually she found a merman who she loved and left Ragnor for him. Devastated, he cried himself to sleep several nights. Until he and the merman met, together with Alaina. Was it an accident of fate, no-one really knows. Nor does anyone except for Ragnor himself know what happened. But when authorities arrived on the scene, Ragnor had killed both Alaina and the merman. He was found guilty. But a last minute appeal from Advisor Arios meant that he would only get a work-sentence. During that sentence Arios approached him in secret. His task was simple. Train and fight. War is coming. And the mer-people need their necessary evils now more than ever.

[User]
Liandrich
Syanka
In silence Liandrich studied her. As a fighter, he immediatly noticed the fear in her eyes. And as a fighter, he also noticed that she was unarmed. That fact, together with not attempting to disarm him right when she woke up made him guess that she wasn't much of a fighter. She certainly wasn't muscular. He could see her ribs a little. From there he looked further towards her blue and yellow hair, getting distracted for a second but breaking free from it quickly.

He sat himself down, crosslegged, with his sword resting on his knees, though he still held it with his right hand, ready to strike. He wouldn't drop his guard yet. She might not be dangerous, but someone else around might. "Where am I?" he asked in a cold voice, devoided of any emotion. Be it fear or happiness. Though behind his mask of reasoning he was secretly relieved he still lived. Drowning was such a horrible dead. Just like Arios, Liandrich had the kind of self-assured, piercing gaze. Though it wasn't exactly the same. With Arios, it felt as if he knew everything. As if he could stare straight through you. Liandrich did not have this. He had the kind of sight that didn't make you uncomfortable. Instead it demanded a form of respect, but also trust.

[Assistant]
Thalassa

"This is my secret hiding place" she whispered softly, letting a relieved breath escape her when the blade was taken out of her place. She slowly glanced over her shoulder, to where Splatter was curled up asleep. "Do not wake him" she pleaded softly, turning her kind eyes back to the sharp gaze of the Prince. She did not know who he was. But through his gaze she knew he was important. Someone to be respected. Someone to listen to. He would probably demand to leave. She, having never disobeyed an order in her life, would listen. Only, he would have to hold his breath for quite some time. She did not have the ability to create an air bubble like a Humacampus could. Her tail curled close to her, feeling dry and leathery from having been out of the water so long. Her skin felt odd as well, cracking and old nearly. She wished to dive into the water. To satisfy the Itching dryness consuming her. It was clear being so dry was bugging her. Even to the eyes of a simple human.


[System]
Age: 13
Hometown: Ecruteak City
Appearance (pic preferred):

Starter: Torchic
Bio: Shiranui had developed a fascination with fox-like Pokémon from watching the Kimono Sisters performing during his childhood. His favourite Pokémon are Espeon, Umbreon, Delphox, Zoroark and Ninetales. He is generally kind, but has a low tolerance to those who speak ill of his likes. He had been inspired to go on a Pokémon journey ever since he spotted Ho-oh taking off from the Bell Tower at age 8, later catching it during his journey through Johto along with two of the three Legendary Beasts.

Having experienced the wonders of the Kalos Region, Shiranui had conquered the Kalos League and was added to the local Hall of Fame after defeating their Elite Four as well as the local champion Diantha.

[User] Liam did the same with Gallade. Once at the center, Liam placed Gallade's ball in the tray that a Chancey held out for them. Once she had Gardevoir's ball as well, she was going to take them and heal them.

[Assistant] Shiranui gave Titania's Poké Ball to Chansey and after Chansey left he sat down with Liam. "I think we both know what we could be up against in the Sootopolis Gym," he stated.

[User] "Well, it is a water type gym." Liam said.

[Assistant] "And from what I read, Juan has a unique style of battling," continued Shiranui.

[User] 'Well, Sceptile and Pikachu would be good additions to put on the team." Liam thought aloud.

[Assistant] "He'll be expecting you to throw Grass and Electric-type Pokémon against his Water-types," replied Shiranui, knowing by his logic Juan would be expecting Kinoko and Manectric as well.

[User] "That is true." Liam thought.

[Assistant] "What I would do is pick some Pokémon that are versatile with their moves," Shiranui suggested, "That way you can adapt your battle strategy."

[User] "Well, I have an idea on who I need to bring to the gym." Liam said. The Chancey returned Gallade and Titania. Liam decided to rearrange his party to be ready for the gym battle. They would have to hurry to catch the ferry to Sootopolis City.

[Assistant] Shiranui thanked Chansey and rearranged his party for the battle with Juan. He left the Pokémon Centre and made his way to the harbour at a fast pace.

[User] As did Liam. They both got on the boat with enough time to spare.

[Assistant] "It'll only be a matter of time before we reach Sootopolis City," stated Shiranui.

[User] In a few minutes, the boat docked in Sootopolis. Liam checked in at the Pokémon Center.

[Assistant] Shiranui did likewise. "Do we take on the gym first or the Contest?" he inquired.

[User] "We have time to do the gym first." Liam said.

[Assistant] "In that case, let's go win our last badge for here," replied Shiranui.

[User] The duo made it to the gym. The gym leader, Juan welcomed them. He said that in his gym, the began with a double battle with each side having two Pokémon. From there, it became a normal battle, with each trainer having a max of five Pokémon.

[Assistant]
Shiranui elected to go first. "This gym battle will be a two-stage battle with no time limit," the official declared, "The first stage is a two-on-two double battle and the second stage is a three-on-three single battle. Begin!"
"Walrein, Seaking, go!" Juan sent out a Walrein and a Seaking and Shiranui scanned both Pokémon.
"Walrein, The Ice Break Pokémon. Walrein swims all over in frigid seawater while crushing icebergs with its grand, imposing tusks. Its thick layer of blubber makes enemy attacks bounce off harmlessly."
"Seaking, the Goldfish Pokémon and the evolved form of Goldeen. Seaking is very protective of its eggs. The male and female will take turns patrolling around their nest and eggs. The guarding of eggs by these Pokémon goes on for over a month."
"Gimansha, Hoshi, I choose you!" Shiranui sent his Mawile and Starmie out in response.
"Walrein, Blizzard; Seaking, Horn Drill at Starmie!"
"Gimansha, Super Fang at Walrein; Hoshi, use Reflect Type on Walrein!" Hoshi used its psychic abilities to change its type to match Walrein. The area surrounding its core changed to cyan. Seaking charged at Hoshi with its horn spinning like a drill, but Hoshi jumped into the pool to dodge the attack. Walrein fired a Blizzard that missed Hoshi and glanced off of Gimansha. Gimansha in retaliation clamped her jaws on Walrein's head and cut its HP in half.
"Seaking, use Megahorn on Starmie; Walrein, use Brine on Mawile!"
"Gimansha, Iron Head at Walrein; Hoshi, stir things up with Gyro Ball!" The Starmie sunk to the bottom of the pool and started spinning very fast, soon creating a vortex. Seaking tried to navigate the current, but it was caught. Above the surface, Walrein sprayed a blast of saline water at Gimansha and the Mawile felt the damage. Gimansha swung her jaws and clubbed Walrein on the head, the hit being critical.
"Seaking, Supersonic at Starmie; Walrein, use Brine on Mawile once more!"
"Hoshi, Thunderbolt at Seaking; Gimansha, Metal Burst!" The pool water soon became live with electricity and Seaking was electrocuted into a knockout. Gimansha conjured an orb of energy in her jaws as Walrein sprayed another blast of saline water at her. The Mawile's HP was just low enough for Brine to be extra potent and was almost down. Gimansha launched the orb at Walrein and Walrein felt half again the damage it inflicted on Gimansha—just enough to knock it out as well.

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Both trainers recalled their Pokémon. "You may have defeated me in the double battle, but you still have three more of my Pokémon to beat. Go Luvdisc!"
"Manectric, I choose you!" Juan sent his Luvdisc out and Shiranui responded with his Manectric.
"Luvdisc, Sweet Kiss!"
"Manectric, Discharge! Mega Ring activate!" Shiranui activated his Mega Ring and Manectric soon became a Mega Manectric. Manectric electrocuted Luvdisc into a one-hit knockout.

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"Luvdisc, return; go Whiscash!"
"Manectric, return; Kinoko, I choose you!" Juan switched to a Whiscash and Shiranui switched his Mega Manectric for his Breloom.
"Whiscash, Zen Headbutt!"
"Kinoko, Spore!" The Breloom enveloped Whiscash in a cloud of spores, but Whiscash dove into the pool. Whiscash's face started glowing with iridescent energy as it leaped out of the pool. Just before impact, Kinoko dodged the attack. Her Toxic Orb left her badly poisoned.
"Whiscash, Earthquake!"
"Kinoko, Fling!" Kinoko flung the Toxic Orb and managed to hit Whiscash with it. The damage wasn't much, but the orb activated, leaving Whiscash as badly poisoned as Kinoko. Whiscash slammed the side of the pool and shook Kinoko for some major damage. The Breloom's Poison Heal ability allowed Kinoko to use the poison to heal some damage while Whiscash got a bit of damage from being badly poisoned.
"Whiscash, try Zen Headbutt again!"
"Kinoko, Seed Bomb!" Kinoko jumped high into the air and pelted Whiscash with a barrage of seeds, causing heavy damage. Whiscash jumped out of the pool, its head glowing with iridescence, and struck Kinoko for a lot of damage. Kinoko recovered more health, but Whiscash succumbed to the poison.

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"Whiscash, return; go Milotic!" Juan switched the downed Whiscash for his headliner Milotic and Shiranui didn't switch Kinoko out.
"Milotic, Ice Beam!"
"Kinoko, Leech Seed!" Milotic fired a lightning-like beam of ice and Kinoko was blasted into a knockout.

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"Kinoko, return; Hoshi, I choose you!" Shiranui switched his Breloom for his Starmie.
"Milotic, Safeguard!"
"Hoshi, Minimize!" Hoshi shrunk in size, making the Starmie harder to hit while Milotic gained a sheen that protected it from status conditions.
"Milotic, Dragon Tail!"
"Hoshi, Thunderbolt!" The Starmie's core glowed yellow as it spun like a generator and unleashed a blast of electricity that electrocuted Milotic. Milotic managed to whack Starmie back into its Poké Ball. Gimansha popped out.
"Milotic, Recover!"
"Gimansha, Super Fang!" Milotic recovered most of the damage it received from the Thunderbolt while Gimansha made her way over and bit down with her jaws with enough force to cut Milotic's HP in half, making the Recover mostly moot.
"Milotic, Water Pulse!"
"Gimansha, Sucker Punch!" Gimansha bit down on Milotic again and the hit was critical. Milotic was knocked out from the hit.

---

"Congratulations, Shiranui!" said Juan, "For defeating me in battle, I award you the Rain Badge."
"Thanks Juan," replied Shiranui. He sat down in the grandstand to watch Liam's battle.

[User]
Juan used Luvdisc and Seaking. Liam called on Sceptile and before he could toss out his other Pokémon, a different ball popped open and Skrelp emerged.
 "Skrelp, use Toxic on Luvdisc, Sceptile use Leaf Blade on Seaking!" Both attacks were fired off. Luvdisc was badly poisoned and Seaking was slashed.
 "Sweet Kiss on Sceptile Luvdisc, and Seaking, use Rain Dance!" Juan ordered. Sceptile became confused while Seaking summoned a rainstorm. Sceptile meanwhile had in his confusion turned on Skrelp.
(Toxic/Rain 1)
 "Skrelp, used Venom Drench! Spray Juan's entire half of the battlefield!" Skrelp did so, after taking a Bullet Seed, which hit four times. Luvdisc's Swift Swim did not save it from being hit.
"Sweet Kiss on Skrelp Luvdisc, Seaking Horn Drill on Sceptile!" Sceptile was able to evade the OHKO move. Skrelp dove underwater to evade the confusion move.
(Toxic/Rain 2)
"Luvdisc, Water Pulse on Skrelp, Seaking, Hyper Beam on Skrelp."
Skrelp was knocked out. Seeing this, Sceptile snapped out of confusion and became enraged. He used Sunny Day. Luvdisc was KO'd by poison.
(Sun 1)
"Solarbeam on Seaking!" Liam ordered. Seeking was knocked out by the grass move, and ended the first half. Liam recalled Sceptile so that the battle field could change.

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"Sealeo!" Juan called.
 Liam sent Sceptile back out.
(Sun 2)
 "Solarbeam!" Liam called. The attack landed critically and one shotted Sealeo (120 base *1.5 for STAB *2 for weakness, *1.5 for Crit= 540) Sealeo was swapped for Wishcash
(Sun 3)
 Liam called for another Solar Beam, This one also one shotted, due to the double weakness. Milotic came out.
(Sun 4)
"Rain Dance!" Juan called.
 "Leaf Blade!" Liam called. Milotic evaded the attack
(Rain 1)
 "Bullet Seed!" Liam called. Milotic dove underwater to avoid the move. Juan called for a Twister and Milotic did so, grabbing water in the attack as well.
 "Now, Ice Beam!" The column of water was frozen in ice, and Milotic fired Dragon Pulse into it, KO'ing Sceptile.
(Rain 2)
"Go Pikachu!" Liam sent out the mouse Pokémon.
 "Thunderbolt!" Liam called.
 "Iron Tail." Juan ordered. Pikachu was smacked before he could do the move, which missed when he used it.
 (Rain 3)
 "Ice Beam!" Pikachu evaded the move with fast footwork. Pikachu landed up on a rock from the dodging.
 "Iron Tail the floor!" Liam called. Pikachu did as Liam said, and was propelled up to the sprinkler system.
 "Iron Tail into Thunder!" Pikachu sliced a sprinkler head open, allowing water to gush out onto Milotic, making a severe downpour. Pikachu fired electricity into the gushing water. Pikachu used all of his electricity in the maneuver and passed out from exhaustion. Nilotic was KO'd from damage and Liam won the Rain Badge.
 Juan asked them what they planned to do next. Liam said they were entering the contests here and in Pacfilog and would than go to Evergrande for the Grand Festival and League Tournament.

[Assistant] Shiranui wondered if they would run into Wallace in any of their future contests.

[User] "Well, let's go to the center and prepare for the contests." Liam said.

[Assistant] Shiranui nodded and was soon at the Pokémon Centre/

[User] Liam handed over his Pokémon who fought for healing as he prepped for the contest.

[Assistant] Shiranui had been thinking about who he would enter into the contest while his Pokémon were healing.

[User] Liam was pacing back and forth as he pondered various appeals he could do.

[Assistant] Shiranui thought of who he'd enter and even thought up an appeal. He went to the Contest Hall and registered his entry.


[System]
Character Concept: The straightforward musclehead who believes that anything can be solved with his fists.
Gender: Male

Background: Damien was a delinquent through and through. He often skipped school and picked fights with anyone foolish and/or strong enough to accept them. Surprisingly enough, on the occasions he did actually go to school, his grades were decent, although that was probably mainly to get his nagging parents off his case about his lifestyle. One day, though, as he was playing hooky as usual, he spotted a kid across the street playing with a ball. Thinking about how stupid the kid was, Damien was about to ignore him and go to an arcade he frequented when the kid kicked the ball into the street, and of course the kid would run into the street right into the path of a speeding car. Acting on instinct, Damien immediately rushed over and pushed the kid out of the way, though at the cost of putting himself in the car's path. It's easy to guess what happened next.

Level: 1

Class: Brawler

Race: Demon

Attribute: Focus

Martial Arts:
None

Thaumaturgy:
-Hellfire Salvo: Damien can envelop rocks or other small bits and pieces nearby with a black-and-red flame, then levitate them in the air and/or fire them at his target(s) at high velocity. The maximum amount of projectiles is currently at four.

Gift:
Curse of the Demon: Damien can will his arms and legs to transform from his hand to his elbow and his feet to his knees, forming a red rocky exterior covered with yellow markings, with pointy fingertips and toes as well. These limbs are much tougher than normal human limbs, and certainly much stronger as well. Very handy for both offense and defense when he needs to get somewhere fast and deliver powerful punches and kicks to whatever's in his way.

Equipment: Nothin'. Well, except for the clothes on him.

[User]
Hephaestus turned to Ezekiel, and then at the throne he made.

He had no real answer to give him. Rather, he did not want to give the real answer to Ezekiel, considering that he pretty much got it by simply wishing for something strange. The armored wraith settled for a laugh, though it came off as an intimidating one.

Fortunately, the farmer finished up the chicken salad before he forced himself to come up with a random reason behind the origin of his power. The knowledge of manipulating metal simply infused into his mind as soon as he made the strange decision to accept rebirth. Perhaps he took the farmer's words too much to heart, as he practically slammed a good chunk of the food into his mouth, which lay hidden behind the shade his helmet cast over his face.

[Assistant] "Thanks." Regina nodded, looking at the man. She was half tempted to offer to help him but was too curious about the town, as well as a bit afraid of his warning. She began heading north at a brisk pace, hoping to get there soon.

[User]
Upon finding the letters, Damien muttered to himself, "Well, what do we have here?" as he picked them up and skimmed through them. All of them were written by some guy named Samuel, which Damien noted. Looked like he and the farmer Ezekiel had a falling out. Ehh, not really my concern, Damien thought as he put the letters away. The mentioned treasure, though, did sound appealing to Damien. Heck, finding a lost treasure sounded fun, and he sure as heck didn't give a damn about the "danger". At the very least, it gave Damien a goal in this world.

As Damien put the book back on the shelf, he felt a little... different, like he could now do something he couldn't before. If he concentrated, he felt like he could figure out what it was. There were more pressing matters at hand, though, so he left the thought alone for now. Currently there was a meal waiting for him.

Upon entering the kitchen, Ezekiel announced that the chicken salad was done. Damien walked over to the table to examine the meal, and couldn't help but notice that it was rather... plain. Nothing but a bunch of chopped vegetables with a sprinkle of meat. It could hardly even be considered a meal to Damien. "This is it?" Damien asked as he stared at the bowl, then sighed a second later and disappointedly said, "Oh well, guess it's better than nothing." Damien took his seat and took a bite, using his tongue to find any sort of decent flavor in the food. Of course, there was hardly any flavor at all to be found. He was disappointed, but he kept eating anyway.

[Assistant]
Hikaru - The Forest

Plan worked somewhat. At least more safe option with pushing leader in into the hole. Now situation looked somewhat better. He hoped that he could fight the last goblin one of one, but he needed to surprise him somewhat. And he had an idea how to do it. They didn't expect him to strange. Heck, they didn't even know the real him. And he could use it to f****ing advantage ! He rushed in, while screaming:

- Hey you green piece of shit ! Your mother probably fainted once she realized what kind of garbage she pooped out of her vagina ! - He laughed and decided to bite on a hand with which goblin tried to pull another dagger in. Hikaru knew that he had speed advantage in this situation and wanted to abuse it by constant heavy bites on his body. If by any chance he would start loosing fight, he would just run away and try to use echolocation to find something like a bear or wolf and let it finish last goblin instead of Hikaru fighting him on his own.

[User]
Jemma - The Beach
@Zamokra41

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At first, he was angry. She supposed she could not blame him, as her actions had been rash, unexpected, and unexplained. Yet, in that moment, there was no time to dwell on such things. The woman's doe-eyes, the same shade as the ocean beyond, swirled with a dark storm of panic. But then his anger cooled, and though his were still narrowed as they bore into hers, she noted his features relaxing. The faintest hints of concern laced his tone as he spoke again. Gone was the cocky, perverted party boy from only moments before, and in his place stood someone who she would be more willing to confide in. Maybe.

"I'm not sure you'd believe me," she countered, frowning deeply. The wrestler echoed the beast-man's concern, inquiring about the blonde's health. She went to respond, but was interrupted by his declaration. He was going to check on the woman. He was running back into the fray. No. But her cry of disapproval died on her lips as the man scooted away, losing himself in wave of people who immediately fanned away from the wrecked, sparking DJ table. From the woman who lay there, unmoving. From the death. And as her gaze followed the wrestler's departure, she realized that there were far more pressing matters to attend to.

Jemma inhaled deeply, held it, and blew it out. A moment of clarity, or at least, the best she could manage. Though her small frame still trembled like the long, palm leaves above her head, she turned back to the horned stranger. "Everyone is heading for the path," she deduced in a voice that sounded foreign to her own ears. But with the thick foliage, and wooden fencing, the partygoers would never be able to fit. There would be carnage at the same spot where the path bottle-necked. In a tumble of words, she hurriedly informed her partner of this fact. "We need to find another way."

[Assistant]
Farmhouse:
@Scarifar@NarayanK

 As Damien and Hephaestus casually had their dinner and Egwene was focused on her fire pit, they did not foresee the upcoming attack. Without a signal of any kind, boulders began to rain down from the sky. It was possible Shadow and Egwene had noticed something was peculiar as large shadows began to be casted onto the field. Large boulders of heavy mass impacted the field and the farmer's house!

 Some of the boulders in the field exploded once contact was made on the surface; their broken parts scattered in all directions. Egwegen and Shadow possibly were hit by the scatter shot of some of the boulders. The field's area was trashed with craters and chunks of rocks. The sound of boulders hitting dirt was heavy and alarming.

 One massive boulder managed to crash through the living room of the farmer's house. It left a huge gaping hole in the roof; the ceiling began to crumble while sending dust to its floor. Most of the furniture was destroyed and had burst into tiny splinters and pieces of wood. The dinner party might have been grazed by the after effect.

 "Shit! They're here! I apologize; I should have checked the time!" The farmer immediately climbed up from his seat. Pieces of wood had struck him, but he managed to still stand. "I don't trust this house to be great cover for a meteor shower," Ezekiel commented. Snatching his shotgun, he ushered everyone to leave. "Let's hurry and get out of here! Safest place is out in the fields! At least we'll have the chance of evasion!"

 The farmer glanced at one of the kitchen windows. After giving out a sudden cry, he charged straight forward. His shoulder smashed the glass as he jumped outside. Ezekiel landed on the dirt with a thud and a few bruises. "C'mon, guys. Your turn..." he whined.

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 The scarecrow had been struck by an independent rock that had broke out from its larger mass. His left arm was beginning to fall apart save for a few threads keeping it together. Straw had poured out onto the floor as he hissed aggressively. "How did they- was it Castle?" He asked himself. "Show yourself, Castle!"

 The scarecrow looked around the destroyed field for answers. He could not find the man responsible for the attack. "This doesn't make sense. How was he able to pull this shit off?" Shadow then became distracted by the boulder striking down the house. "No! Ezekiel! Your guys can handle themselves, right?" His hoarse voice was directed towards Egwene.

 "Damn, and I actually liked that house. It was really something," a cocky voice had spoken out loud. Shadow spun around to the source of the voice. The straw monster was drew his breath sharply and gripped his hanging arm tightly. "The time has come. Like I said, everything and everyone will be gone."

 As the sun was beginning to be hidden away by the hills, the bandits had made their stand. They had half of the red sun as their background. The bandits stood in unison with condescending expression. Their eyes were clearly void of sympathy and instead were filled by chaotic rage. By simple counting, there were 12 outlaws readied to remodel the land in their ugly fashion.

 The man in the middle of the line was no doubt the leader. He placed his hips at his side and googled at the fox girl. "Ooh, what's this?" The leader slapped his knee in amusement. "Don't tell me the farmer actually hired you! That is killer! Scary, I guess you couldn't have done this yourself, huh?" The leader laughed which caused his entire line to chime in.

"Castle..." the scarecrow grunted.

 "Listen, girly. You can either run like hell, join us, or die. I don't care," Castle loudly shouted. He threw his arm out from his body and gestured a thumbs down. "Go nuts, boys!" Nine of the bandits on the hills simultaneously cried out; they lifted their swords and ran down the hill. They were prepared to begin striking down the fox girl and the scarecrow.

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Orion Stoneheart

Orion interally winced at the appearance of the house and the Granny. This was not how Grannys were supposed to be. More over, none of this was what he expected. Attempting to control his facial expression so as not to offend and succeeding for the most part. "Ah-, I'll take your word for it." he said attempting to hand back the ladle, he was pretty sure Granny was at least right about the quality of the soup. Orion then grabbed the glowing paper and nodded. "Of course ma'm, I'll be back as soon as I'm finished." Now that he had the quest list, he could get out of here and start searching. Something he should apparently get to rather quickly, since sundown was apparently a bad thing. At least since the list was glowing he wouldn't lose it. So Orion quickly turned away and attempted to leave to get started on his quest. It looked like the sword guy hadn't followed him, esh, hopefully this wouldn't be too tricky. Just a few ingredients right?

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Damien tried to enjoy his meal in peace, but it seemed that fate had other plans for the group. Loud crashes and banging was heard as boulders smashed the ground, including one that smashed its way through the roof of the house, destroying the living room nearby. Damien, startled, flinched quite violently and covered his face with his arm in an attempt to shield himself from flying debris. "Jeez, what the hell was that?!" Damien yelled in surprise. The question was quickly answered by the farmer, revealing the catastrophe to be the work of the infamous bandits. Damien raised an eyebrow as he heard the answer; clearly, these attackers were not the average bandits if they had this kind of firepower.

Damien was also surprised when Ezekiel charged toward a window and leapt into it, smashing it open as he flew out. However, Damien quickly recovered from the shock and chuckled as he walked over to the now broken window. Damien then looked out the window, spotting the farmer on the dirt, and said to him, "Man, you might be as crazy as those bandits if you're gonna pull this kinda stunt. Even I would've just kicked the front door open."

With the path open to him, though, Damien saw no reason not to follow the farmer out and climbed through the hole after him, careful to avoid the broken glass. Taking a good look at the farmer to check for injuries, Damien dismissively said, "Ehh, looks like you're alright," then he began to look around for the would-be bandits. Damien soon spotted them on the hill where the sun was setting, with one of them declaring the attack. Damien made the reasonable assumption that he was undoubtedly the leader of these bandits, and a lopsided grin appeared on Damien's face. "I'll take the head honcho over there," Damien said confidently as his limbs transformed into their demonic state. Damien then wasted no time dashing forward, straight towards Castle.

A couple of the bandits in the first assault turned their attention towards Damien and began to swing their swords at him. Damien merely yelled, "Get outta my way!" as he swung a backhanded right fist at the two, smashing them aside as he continued charging forward, yelling as he planned to swing punch after punch at Castle, beginning with a right straight.


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"Here. You kept complaining about your broken watch, so I figured, you know. Do you like it?"
Age
12

Gender
Female

Canon
The Last Of Us

Main Thread or Sandbox
Main Thread

Personality
Sarah shares Joel's sense of humor as she trades jabs with her father during the prologue without missing a beat. She cares about him, as she somehow manages to scrounge up enough money to buy him an implied expensive birthday present.

Like Ellie, Sarah is mature for her age as she is calm and collected when she claims she's 'fine' to Tommy, mere minutes after Joel shot their infected neighbor. She seems to possess above-average intelligence for her age given there is an Honor Roll certificate and an additional academic award hanging above the computer in her room.

Sarah is also caring and selfless as she was worried over Tommy's safety instead of her own and said that they should have stopped to help the family they passed in the road. Another possibility is that she was in shock because of the whole ordeal, and was able to compartmentalize it.

Motivation
From her point in time, all she cares for is living.

Equipment
N/A

Attributes
N/A

Biography
Little is known about Sarah or her past prior to the outbreak except that she lived a regular, everyday life in the Austin, Texas area with her father Joel. She was on a youth soccer team at one point and won an individual award in a game/tournament, as evidenced by several pictures in their house and the picture Ellie stole for Joel. She also enjoyed hiking with her father and skateboarding, as shown by a skateboard leaning against the wall in her room at the start of the game. It is unknown what happened to her mother, besides that they and Joel were once married "for a while".

Sarah is first seen waking up on a sofa to find Joel talking on the phone to her uncle Tommy. Afterwards, Joel sits down on the couch and Sarah gives him a birthday present, a new wristwatch where she jokes that she bought it with the money she got from selling "hardcore drugs". After watching some TV with her father, she eventually falls asleep again and Joel carries her back to her room and puts her to bed.

Later, she is awakened in the middle of the night by an urgent phone call from Tommy who instructs her to get her dad. The line goes dead, prompting her to search for Joel, passing the birthday card she made for Joel and she checks his room, seeing a news report about a gas leak that cuts dead as an explosion in the distance startles Sarah before she proceeds downstairs, seeing several police cars rush past her house.

She finds her father's cellphone with eight missed calls and a text from Tommy saying "where the hell are you? CALL ME!", along with "On my way". She enters her father's study, just as Joel runs in through the open sliding door to the backyard; he is covered in blood and extremely nervous. Joel retrieves his revolver from his desk and says that their neighbor Jimmy Cooper is "sick". The man in question appears, running towards the sliding door, smashing his way through the glass and into the room, causing Sarah to jump back in fright; Joel instinctively puts himself between her and Jimmy. The man charges at the pair, forcing Joel to shoot him and Sarah is in disbelief at what had occurred, but is quickly calmed by her father.

Suddenly, Tommy pulls into their driveway and they jump into his car where they begin driving out of town to get to safety, but some routes are blocked and others clogged with traffic. With no alternative, Tommy diverts into town, narrowly avoiding an Infected patient trying to enter the vehicle. In the mayhem, a car crashes into them, injuring Sarah's leg and impairing her movement. With the car now totaled, Joel carries her whilst Tommy protects them, looking for a safe place. They enter a bar with some Infected hot on their heels. Tommy instructs them to get to the highway and he'll hold the infected back and catch up with them. They flee, closely followed by other infected.

As they approach the highway, with Infected closing in on them, a soldier saves them by shooting the Infected. The soldier radios for orders on what to do with Joel and Sarah, only to be instructed to eliminate them despite Sarah's presence. Although Joel tries to reason with him, the soldier reluctantly opens fire and Joel dives for cover, barely shielding Sarah; the girl cries out in pain as they fall down. The soldier walks up to Joel and prepares to kill him, but he falls to the ground before he can do so, shot by Tommy. The relief is short lived as Sarah begins crying; Joel sees that Sarah was shot in the abdomen, and pleads with her to hang on. She clasps her father, Joel trying to stem the bleeding to no avail and she dies in his arms.

Other
She is only here because Joel is going to be here. You're fucking welcome, Storeguy.

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Lilith and Shantae

Lex answered both of Lilith and Shantae's questions. Starting with Lilith, he said that a incorporeal being with the power of possession could surely become useful at some point or another, not to mention her other more powerful abilities. "Um...I guess that could help." She said showing a slight bit of uncertainty, Lilith actually was able to pull of some pretty impressive stuff, the only reason she really asked that was because she had somewhat of a inferiority complex and she probably still wasn't sure if she was comfortable with helping Lex out with his whole bounty problem, but hey, every little bit helps right?

Next Lex answered Shantae's question by keeping it brief and saying that they did some research and leaving it at that, that answer worried her, an answer that vague must mean that they must've done something really outlandish or immoral to do so and anyone that secretive must be doing so. They might of been spying on these people and their every move and that kind of creeped her out, so now that she was given that explanation she just responded and tried not to think about it anymore, as doing so would likely drive anyone crazy. "Uh...okay then." She wasn't sure if she wanted to trust Lex after she heard this.

But spying on people was just the beginning of Lex's questionable actions, actually this one was more the questionable. After having to put up with some petty arguing he became feat up with it and move his hand under the desk he was sitting in, likely to press some sort of button that was hidden there, and suddenly Sarah was surrounded in a mass of black smoke before disappearing completely. "Jesus Christ!" Lilith shouted out in shock, meanwhile Shantae let out a freighted yelp, now she trusted him even less. Neither of them didn't even know what to say at first but soon enough Lilith finally said something. "What...What the hell did you do to her!?" She believed that the whole 'she is safer now' excuse was good enough.

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Grey

Grey's been taking this all in. So this Mister Luthor guy wants them here to stop some tyrannical overlord with powers from terrorizing the city? Sounds familiar, the dumbfounded fox thinks to himself. But apart from the name and the footage, the group, Grey included, don't seem like they have any clue about what this Superman is capable of. So when Luthor asks for any other questions, the fox is quick to speak.

"Sir?" he starts and steps forward. "I've got a question. What else do we need to know about this... 'Superman' guy?"

He would be lying if Grey said he didn't get some bad vibes from the billionaire, but this alien seems to be the bigger fish to fry right now. He'd have to ask more about why Luthor was keeping them under such scrutiny later- when they weren't being threatened with brain-frying frequencies and guns.

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To Maisha's horror, the kid just…yanked the knife out of his head like he was pulling it out of a sheath. The kid didn't even flinch as he wiggled around before finally releasing the blade from his dome piece. He must have been some kind of monster. Underneath his helmet, Maisha gritted his teeth and cringed. If he were the one doing it for an injured brother in a life or death situation, it would be no problem, but seeing it be treated with such triviality was something else.

Thankfully for the pale kid, the bacta patch would almost instantly clot the bleeding and begin healing the cut as if it were magic. Within the hour, the bacta would've completely healed the wound and left no scar behind.. That clear slime was a beautiful thing, healing wounds as if it were as easy as inflicting it...and bacta this pure and effective wasn't cheap either. Especially since the Empire's fall, getting high-quality bacta was almost impossible and a single tank cost as much as a small ship. With all that said, the point is: the kid better be grateful.

However, the boy's response did take Maisha off guard. Not the part about his age. Maisha was only 13 cycles old when he killed his first man and even younger when he first hunted the vermin that plagued his family's hanger. No, it was how casually the boy implied that he was going to kill everyone. As a bounty hunter, Maisha had met his share of eccentric, violent, and big-talking characters who would say the exact same thing and wouldn't cause him to bat an eye. What unnerved Maisha was how all the little details were coming together, between the appearance, the durability, and the violent comment the kid made. Individually, he wouldn't care, but the whole is greater than the sum of its parts.

"You can definitely try, ad'ike, but I doubt you'd get through more than two of these hardened verde," Maisha chuckled, but it was more cover up his concern than anything else. He wasn't worried so much about himself as he was about everyone around him who didn't have the means to defend themselves against an unseen knife.

Before those concerns could be seen any further, the woman from before returned with a change of clothes and the go ahead to see Mr. Luthor. Maisha had almost forgotten about the man what had brought them here with all the commotion! The Mandalorian entered the lift with no complaints with all the others, just as eager as most to find out what the was going on.

At the top floor, the group was greeted with an opulent office fit for the well-dressed businessman sitting at the center desk. Maisha knew the type well, having dealt with those who held some self-importance just because they had plenty of credits to throw around. Lex Luthor immediately got to business, revealing that he collected everyone there for a "situation." The euphemism made Maisha cross his arms, knowing that it indicated a complex problem that would pay appropriately if this man had the slightest sense of fairness.

A small smile crept into Maisha's face as the man named Spike Spiegel asked if this was a bounty. Of course it was, but the pay...they weren't in much of a position to negotiate if Luther was able to put them all in that cage without any hitches. Maisha certainly wanted a enough credits to buy a few new blasters and the knowledge of where his ship was, but freedom was also nice.

Then the bald man dropped something about a "multiverse" and multiple universes. That threw Maisha's head into dizzy. Did he end up in Wild Space or get stuck in Hyperspace to end up here? Well...that would have to come another time, as he shifted his focus onto a hologram of a "Superman" and gave a brief on their target.

Seeing their target, even just a hologram...Maisha was became very, very concerned. This man could shoot lasers from his eyes, fly, and destroying buildings and chest cavities with his bare hands. Maisha had hunted his fair share of tough targets, but this...this was absurd! It was like asking them to take on a Gozanti-class cruiser with size of a man and the agility of an A-Wing with nothing but a few blasters!

Bewildered by this request, Maisha didn't immediately react to the man rushing Luthor and beat the living hell out of that dome piece, but thankfully, someone man in a red and blue suit yanked him away with a fiber cord before he killed everyone's best shot at getting home. However, just as it seemed to be over, Luthor pressed a button that made some girl disappear into a cloud of smoke, sending the girl's presumed father into a renewed frenzy.

Though he didn't know all the details, Maisha felt for this man, having lost his mother to the Empire. Family was important to many, and none moreso than a Mandalorian. He was feeling generous today, so he approached this man and knelt down beside him. He had a knife in hand ready to cut the man free from his restraints if he calmed down. "Greetings burc'ya, please calm down. Your fighting won't do your child any favors. Right now, you've been dealt a questionable hand, and if you jump on the draw too soon, you'll bomb out. I understand your devotion, though. I am no father, but as Mando'ad I know unrelenting devotion to my family. If you wish to have my assistance, I will do everything I can to reunite the two of you for no other reason than to see a family restored, ori'haat (I swear it to be true)."

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Location: Lex Luthor's Office
Physical Condition: Fine
Mental Condition: Very Concerned, Sympathetic
Mentions/Interactions:@Chung (Head Knife Boy kinda sussy) @Paper94(Fellow Bounty Hunter) @SomeMekBoy (Spidey shooting his web all over Joel) @Thatguyinastore (Sad Dad need help?) @cadesmith (Gone girl)

[Assistant]
???They're healthy, however they're also very confused!

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As the smoke surrounding Sarah had cleared, someone completely different had been in the girl's place. It was none other than...

"I, the GREAT ninj- wha!"

The horribly dressed ninja looked around, a baffled expression donned upon her. One moment, she was fighting off crime, or, she was about to! Next thing she knows, she's just in a room with a LOT of different people! The restoration committee member didn't waste much time on examining each and every person there - as there had, again, been a lot of people. Instead, she looked to the one who she somewhat recognized - Lex Luthor was his name, wasn't it? The girl had heard that name and face thrown around here and there back in Gotham, well, for the one month she had been stranded in the city. Had some magic mumbo-jumbo led her to him and this diverse crowd? She took a few steps closer to his desk, humming to herself as she looked him up and down, before she held out a hand to shake his.

Safe to say, she was totally unaware of what happened before she came around.

"I think I know you, sir Luthor! Need an introduction or do you already know of my great deeds?"


[System]
* Age: 21 years old
* Sex: Female
* Appearance: Well... I know I'm kind of pretty and thankful about it. Nothing to write home about, but I look at myself in the mirror and I can smile about what I see and others get a good impression. I'm about average of heigh, standing at about 1,65 meters of height and light of weight. My build overall is kind of slender and fit... feminine but with subtle curves. My breasts are on the small side which is comfortable enough and I got my hips and butt to be proud off, neither are big really but they got a nice shape to them. My legs are also long for my size. My skin is kinda pale but it gets a nice color when I go out and get in the sun for a while. Finally my face... it's a pretty face, can't complain. Generally pleasing, though to stop most people in their tracks. I do have a nice smile and I'm glad for it. If you smile at people, it's very heartening to see them smile back at you, no? Ah... finally, my eyes are kind of ocean blue in tone and my hair, left to reach halfway down my back, is raven black and straight. Oh, and I also do have a bit of a scar on my torso... on my right side.
* Personality: An introvert to begin with... I enjoy my time alone and while I seek out others for fun and engagement, I need time by myself to truly charge up my batteries. I'm proud to say that I'm an emotional person... I would never trade that part of myself. I cry at sad movies or when I remember them, I laugh at jokes and try to smile and say thank you and excuse me to everyone I meet. However, that goes for the good emotions... and feeling is not the same as expressing them. As much as I'm glad to be emotional... I'm glad to be able to control my emotions. That doesn't mean I feel whatever I want... but rather, that I can control my actions even when swept by strong emotion. Sometimes I slip... snap at someone when frustrated or the like, but most of the time I'm glad to be able to show a smile even if I feel under the weather. That's because I don't want to regret the actions I take. And I don't want to hurt those around me. Whatever I do, I want to mean it in my heart and mind. I also... kinda like justice. And the goodness. The sort of heroic things you read in books and watch on TV. I never really grew up from liking such fantasy, such wonder. I like dazzling and great heroes... and despise those who cause harm without thinking twice about it. Those who would harm and kill, who would be selfish enough to care not for the feelings of other as they hurt them. I thought long and hard about such things... and despite knowing that great heroes aren't all that real... that all villains have their motives, their anguish and other all too human motives to push them forward... I still can't forgive them. And I don't want to let go of the feelings in my heart. I love this world of mine with all of my heart... and at the same time, I hate it. I love it because it is what I know... because it is filled with color, with love, with nice people, with amazing inventions, great tastes and scents. And I hate it... by how unfair it can be, how simple, how hard and unchangeable. I also seem to like talking about myself, don't you think?
* Background: My story is mostly like many others. Two loving parents, a privileged life. I didn't mind being alone when I was little, but I was with people I wanted them to laugh. I jumped and laughed, I made faces and told jokes. I loved being called pretty and clever, loved the smiling laughing faces and the praise. It's funny on retrospect... At this age I fell in love with heroes while at the same time being as far away of them as I could be. I was very active when playing and loving to make people laugh I started teasing others. It seemed like good fun... but I never took into account the feelings of those I made fun of. Some took it well. Some joked back at me. But some I hurt... little enough that I didn't truly notice. Or didn't want to notice. It wasn't until later... once I truly caught the tearful, wrathful face of one I made fun off... to see them transfer out of school to escape me and the bullies that were my friends that it all started to sink in. That I began to notice the sad faces, the hurt feelings. I wasn't so funny then when I began to backtrack. For a while I tried to deny it... but as I held back more and more, I lost my place among some of my friends. I got more time alone... and as I got to think of what I did I felt shame, sadness and hurt. I restrained myself and my emotions from showing. Spent more time alone and in the company of my heroes of fantasy. Grew more serious and subdued... even if I took a step in the right direction, my sadness did lead my thoughts astray more than a few times. But I grew past that. I got the end of adolescence with a smile on my lips... as I learned restraint, but more importantly, to take into account the feelings of others. I learned to make people smile in other ways... kind words to those passing by, common courtesies to those having a bad time, smiling just for the joy of meeting someone else. It was a good time for me and perhaps the world wasn't as perfect as in stories... however, so long as I took it all in with optimism things would be just fine. That is... until I got mugged. My city tends to be a relatively good place to live and I seldom saw anything make me fear. However, as I walked back from visiting a friend at night I got stopped by a man demanding my purse. I wasn't carrying anything all that valuable... only my keys, the simplest makeup, too little cash for it to matter and the like. The situation felt surreal to me... but at the same time, I was crystal clear in thought as it all happened. I should have given it to him... showed I was carrying nothing of value. That was the smart and the right thing to do. But I didn't. I bit my lip and I refused. I said no over and over again. Because... it wasn't right for this man to rob me. Because I had not done anything bad to him to deserve him to rob me, to threaten me. Because I didn't want to be a victim... I didn't want to give in to crime, to robbery. To the stuff in stories and TV. So I struggled. I was dead afraid. But I was also angry. And for it all, I got stabbed in the side... felt the cold steel of his folding knife digging into my skin... the puncture. The cut. The pain, wobbliness, the coldness. Darkness creeping on the side of my vision. And yet I held onto my purse... I continue to struggle. I cried out loud and finally he went away. I almost died that night... and over and over I got told how stupid I was to fight. And I told them I was. But in a dark corner of my mind... I was proud. Because I didn't give in. A bit... no, plenty crazy. But I stuck my ground. And as happy as I was for that, I was twenty times more scared. Because I felt the coldness. The weakness of blood leaving your body... making movement and thought sluggish and painful. I almost died because someone wanted the 22 dollars I carried on my purse. And had they had a gun, I would definitely be dead... into the beyond... or worse, nothingness. And while I'm alive now... now I know it. I will struggle again when faced with such an event. And next time, I won't be so lucky. No matter how much I struggle... in the world I come from, one bullet means I'm out. No matter my views... my emotions, my desire for good and justice. My world is cold and hard that way. But... that isn't the case in this new world, is it?
* Powers: Two things, I have found... One is my body. I was a bit athletic before... but now I feel a step beyond that. My body is improved... it feels lighter, stronger, faster. I got more energy and I'm more fit that I was before. I can carry more without being tired... and I'm stronger than I remember. I guess, that comes from wanting to be a hero... a body capable of doing great things. To fight and struggle... to resist more. However... that is not all. I can move things away from myself... it's a force. I can pick up stuff from afar, push things... like telekinesis. I can feel the weight of it... of what I'm exerting. It gets weaker the farther I try to exert the power and stronger the closer I do. The power is invisible when I'm moving little weight... but the more power I exert, the more a blue aura appears, giving color to the force I'm exerting.
* Personal Motive: I want to improve myself, in this world without boundaries. I want to look it all... meet new people. If there is bad... I wish to combat it. To bring smiles to people around me. And at the end of the day... I want to be happy as well. To take a corner and build up my life and powers. If possible I'd like to visit my world again... but not if it means leaving behind the powers I found... and this colorful land of my fantasies.
* Mementos: Just two things I got... One is the folding knife that almost took my life. The robber left it stuck to my side, you see... and I asked to keep it. I haven't really parted with it ever since. The other thing is a silver necklace my mom bought me after I got out of the hospital... a small thing, but I know how much she wanted to cheer me up... and it reminded me of how much she cares for me and loves me. I do... want to see her again and dad too... my friends and my life. But picking... picking is hard.

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Rickie blinked twice. There were weird things. Weird, madness inducing things. And there was this. He then stood there, mouth agape, still in shock of what was he seeing. Did Kirrian just get kidnapped by a she-monkey and he got shoved in between the...WHHHAAAAAT!? Rickie finally was able to process what was happening, and he was too tempted to wish Kirrian luck, health, and lots of monkey-babies. But then he remembered the old adage of certain groups. "Bros before hoes" He repeated mentally as he pumped his fist.

"GET AWAY FROM HE...I MEAN HIM, YOU BITCH!" Rickie yelled at the speeding monkey, almost bungling the phrase by misquoting a certain badass one liner from a movie. He had better not do more of that, anyway. "GET BACK HERE AND DROP KIRRIAN!" He added, and restarted running. Although then again, he had just figured out how to throw freaking Fireballs. Wasn't there a levitation spell? He searched the crevices of his mind for the answer.

Turns out, somehow  he knew how to do it. After pronouncing the arcane words, soon Rickie's feet took off the ground, and darted at the awesome speed... of an elderly man in a moped.

Uncool Rickie thought to himself as he yelled again, flailing his legs in midair. "PICK ME INSTEAD! LEAVE THE LAD ALONE!" Rickie added. He wasn't unconviced this was going to be case, but at the very least he was sure to enjoy it more than Kirrian.

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Stas pointed at Linnea and said "You too. First sign of trouble I want you to bail out, keep an eye on Edwin so you two can link up after the battle if Juno and I are down."

"Y-yes sir!" Linnea replied. She floated back higher to maintain her vantage point and saw chaos. Startled and dumb-founded, Linnea had to shake her head a bit before giving her new report,
"Nevermind, one of the men ran into the bushes, another one was kidnapped by a large monkey, and the last one is running after that monkey. I guess we're safe? Or are they in trouble?"


[System]
Species : Elf
Gender : Female
Age : 54
Height : 175

Jazdia is a tall elven woman with a pale complexion, blue eyes, and long, waist-length platinum blonde hair that she often let untied. Elves are all born beautiful and Jazdia was no exception. Her attractiveness is often described as an eternal winter barely touched by the sun's embrace. But that's just another way for the gentlemen to adore her face that seemed to always sport a perpetual frown. At least that's original.

Former leader of a peacekeeping organization, Jazdia understands it would be in her best interest to omit such details from her MO. Not that she is a wanted criminal or anything; she ended her tenure on a relatively high note actually. The thing about working as law enforcement is you will have no shortage of old enemies who would persistently try to even the scales with you even after retirement, and Jazdia does not wish to be tangled with such... nuisances.

So now, she is just Jazdia. An adventurer, restaurateur, and tea connoisseur. Yeah, just put that in her business card.

Traits and spells:

-Blood Phobia (passive)
Taking damage would result in lower combat efficiency. Jazdia will start sweating, having a shaky aim and blurred vision. At a certain threshold, her Ultravision cannot be activated.
-Curse of the crimson flame (passive)
Resting near any fire or under the sun would slowly regenerate her power and heal her wounds. However, any healing magic cast on her would instead deal damage.

-Arrow Enchantment.
Channels magic into her arrow. Can only use one type of arrow in a single turn. Has three flavors:
A. Crystal Arrows.
Glorified fireworks with an equally destructive explosion contained inside. Can be programmed to either explode upon impact, delayed, or remote detonation.
B. Crystal Arrows
Non Explosive variants, but hot as hell it pierces through plates and mails like a hot knife through butter. Armor Piercing, nuff said.

-Counter
Any close-range attack will be answered with heavy retribution. Figuratively speaking, sometimes this extended to the non-combat situation. Proceed with caution.

-Ultravision
Channeling magic to enhance her vision, Jazdia can see pass through solid objects and magical manipulation such as illusion and darkness. Imposes varying degrees of strain on her body depending on the area covered and elapsed duration. Prolonged abuse of this skill might result in myopia and gradual blindness.

-Vengeance
At this point, taking heavy damage would no longer weaken her. Now she is faster and deadlier and angrier. The third flavor of her enchanted arrows unlocked:
C. Poison arrows. Deals heavy damage over time. The enemy killed by this arrow will have their body burst into a swarm of black lepidopteran that attacks nearby hostiles until either they or the caster died, or the effect expires. At the end of its fleeting lifespan, the insect will return to the caster and heals her wounds. Has 3 days of cooldown.

Equipment
-Lurea
A recurve black bow adorned with gold and silver linings on its limbs. Has an absurdly light draw weight of 44 pounds.
-Maugrim
A long knife with ivory handle and elven runes inscribed on its blade.
-Medium-sized satchel bag
A plain-looking bag that doesn't seem too out of fashion despite being designed with function in mind.
-Pocket watch
A momento from her father. Well maintained and functioning properly.
-Medikit
Generic first aid kit.

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Cedar eyed the baron cautiously, and waited for the man to actually take a bite before even permitting himself the very idea of taking any of the food.

If there were to be a torture special made for a being such as he, this would be among the top contenders.

A powerful instinct to lay claim to the entire table and eat like a beast until he could no longer swallow (then continue trying to eat anyway, should any food still be present) was clawing and howling in the back of his psyche like a rabid dog, while the dignified and human part of him struggled and fought to retain composure and control.

Remaining quiet and dignant in posture and poise amidst this assault on his senses was pure existential agony. He doubted his companions truly realized the degree to which his self-control was being tested by this exchange. Had this truly been a genuinely friendly invitation to dinner, from a truly trusted friend, he would have been at ease, and indulged in a way only a true and real friend would have understood, but that was not what this was. This was a fattened hog placed over a vicious trap, hungry and eager to ensnare... or at least, had every potential to be. The cruel memory of being trapped in the Rascade dungeon was about the only mental defense he could bring to bear against this most heinous crime of civility.

He did his best to not shake, and discretely swallowed the drool that was threatening to baptize his face if not attended to.

'For fuck's sake, don't drag this out!' He cursed inwardly at his companions.

They were likely completely oblivious to the thin vaneer of composure that was holding back the flood...

[Assistant]
Well, the baron's eating. Didn't seems like he cared which plate he grabbed from either. Not fully reassuring, but it's a start. Yvonne, who out of complete total and utter coincidence (yeah right) sat the closest to the rotund man, casually reached over for bread from the same basket. The motion was a bit awkward since it's not exactly in an arm's reach, but who cares - if anyone complain at all she'll shoot it down.

It was a damn good bread, actually. No wonder the baron grew so fat if he's eating like this every single day.

Now, hmm. Maybe an apple. Surely there's no way to poison fruits? She just started peeling it on the spot and bite into the flesh. Nice and crisp, juicy, with the right amount of sourness. And hopefully not poisoned. Surely the man didn't employ some sort of nefarious witch capable of poisoning an apple? That would be too much of a fairytale.

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When the baron started eating, so too Jazdia started scooping her oatmeal. Not because of suspicion, but genuinely due to respecting the host himself. It was not proper table manners for a guest to eat before the host started digging.

As for the concern regarding poisoned food, she would know it on the first bite, and so far nothing seemed out of ordinary, being an elf and food connoisseur herself, she had great confidence in detecting and avoiding that kind of old-fashioned assassination.

The Rosenving daughter was eating as well, probably having a similar mindset. Jazdia herself was already on her third scoop and washed it down with some milk.

"Nice place." Said Jazdia, glancing at the corners, and dusty furniture, and ceiling before turning to the host. "Very vintage yet a rare style nowadays... I always have things for unique decorations, you see. I own a restaurant and our patrons like it when we change the decor that matches the season. And you have a great cook too."

[Assistant]
[GM Post]

"Indeed! Being a bit far from the capital is no excuse to not keep up a good appearance, is it? I'll make sure the cooks get their commendation, they've done great job today." Baron Otto seemed to be eating slowly, yet the food just... disappeared into his gullet. Buttered bread, vanished in seconds. Scrambled egg, it took him longer to sprinkle the cheese than it took him to inhale it all. A few bacon and sausage followed, barely two chew between them. All without breaching decorum or looking the slightest bit distracted - it's like the man had perfected eating as an art. He took a sip from his cup before continuing the conversation. "I believe I hadn't caught your name, miss?"

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Noticing how the baron followed by Jazdia started to eat without dying, Kaito figured that the food should be at least safe enough to not die instantly and grabbed a piece of bread as well. It was surprisingly tasty and the fox quickly grabbed another bite. When finished chewing it all down, he turned his attention towards the baron again.

"We knights tend to talk a lot in between all the training and missions we do. So news and stories kind of travel fast that way." The kitsune paused a bit as the elf took the word. Fitting that she started about the food and the furniture. Baron Von Kruber's hall was indeed rather retro.

"I've heard many good tales about Sir Caspar. I'm sure he will be a great tutor for your son. It must be lonely with the baroness and your boys visiting an acquaintance. Do you get many visitors at your castle?"

[Assistant]
Considering that Jazdia herself was a guest in Kindeance, she hoped that it would be Matilda who introduced her. The orc captain unsurprisingly did not interested.

"Ah, where are my manners?" smiling, Jazdia put down the utensil and placed her palm on her chest. "The name is Jazdia Crystalspark. I am Fred's-- I mean his Highness Fredricus's long-time acquaintance. Currently a citizen of Helvetia, and a restaurateur by trade. On my right side is Miss Yvonne from Rosenving Clan, our mutual acquaintance Madame Matilda, next to her was Doctor Solomon, and our woodland guide, Master Cedar."  Jazdia looked at Kaito and reassured herself. "And last but not least, Sir Jurgen Von Drexel whom you had the pleasure of exchanging pleasantries with."

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[GM Post]

"I'm sure the knights have a strong bond with each other! My youngest is always fascinated by it." Empty plates was taken away and replaced, the food flowed as if the baron had no worry about possible excess. None of the servants seemed bothered by it either. "I get visitors all the time, yes. Not as often as an estate closer in the capital would be, but my guest rooms are seldom empty for long. There's a traveling wizard at this very moment, in fact. Mister Aster have an eccentric streak, but he offered some service in exchange of hospitality. He would've joined us here if a saboteur didn't ruin the road, but I'm sure he'll be back any time now."

Perception check: Faint whispers echoed at the edge of one's hearings, easily masked by conversation and ambient noise of various utensils. The source was impossible to pinpoint, and should one try to focus on it the voices seemed to entirely fade. Please make a response.

"Pleased to make your acquaintance, miss Crystalspark!" Otto caught the slight correction, and wondered what relationship the king had with this elf. The knight-captain didn't look fazed by the supposed faux pass either, how curious. "And everyone else as well! My door is always open, should you be in the area for a... less official capacity in the future."

[Assistant]
Cedar's ears twitched at the unusual sound, and his eyes went wide for a split second as it cascaded across the taught drum skin of his consciousness.

Far from being alarming, it was actually a welcome diversion from the slowly closing trap that he found himself in: if he failed to take any of the food, it may anger their host. If he took some of the food, his composure and self control could break. (He was an avid practitioner of 'avoidance' based self-control. If you dont put yourself in the situation where something will tempt you, you wont be tempted, and you wont succumb. It's arguably the single best reason he did NOT have any bastard bear cubs on wild mothers back home... If he increased the temptation, the risk that he would break would only increase, possibly beyond his ability to stop, and that frightened him). If he took food and didn't eat it, his host would surely notice.

There was no winning move, and the feeling of being caged was palpable for him.

The mysterious noise was a very welcome diversion from the trap, perhaps, even a way out if he played it right.

Very carefully, he held his empty plate out for one of the servants, and motioned for them to please fill it, muttering under his breath in a low tone for only that one server, that the serving utensils were too small for his hands. At least with some of the food served, he could sidestep an angered host.

He trained his full attention on the sound, and swallowed hard once more, banishing the salivary flood his body was trying to drown him with.

If he could keep that blessed distraction in his ears, then discretely call attention... he might continue to overpower the intense, visceral urge to bury his head in his plate, and escape the trap.

He trained his ears harder, tuning out the Baron... only to be met with suspicious silence.

"Di'd anuh'buddy else jus' hear fertive whisperin', or were it jus' me?" He ventured aloud, taking the risk of sending drool everywhere after a fresh swallow.

He hated having a way out dangled in front of him, then snatched away just as quickly. Now he was forced to try conversation as a distraction, and risk baptizing the table.

There were certain real and unavoidable reasons you did not invite bears to sit at the table, and expect them to obey table manners...


[System]
Age: 29

Class: Soldier (Acolyte?)

Equipment:
Bionic augmentaton: Ben's left arm, and both of his legs are bionic limbs. The lower half of his spine is made of metal, and his left eye is a red monocle, surrounded by scar tissue.

Power fist: Ben wears a power fist on his left hand.

Plasma Pistol: Ben's side arm of choice is a plasma pistol, useful for it's stopping power against the enemies that have burned Ben's home.

Shotgun: Ben's shotgun is a relic from his time on Armageddon, useful in the bloody close quarter fights he often found himself in with the green skins.

Background: Ben is from the underhive of Armageddon, Hive Tarterus. When the Orks attacked, the gangs enlisted in droves, finding a common enemy to defend the planet from. After a short basic training, lasting only two weeks, he was flung into battle. Age 20 when the war broke out, he fought for 5 constant years of hell, before being conscripted to the Inquisitor's aid.

Notable Deeds:
-Served 5 years in the third war for Armageddon.
-Received field promotion to Lieutenant and led his platoon in constant fighting actions for over a year.
-Led from the front, taking a trench by storm. Accounted for over a dozen Ork casualties, included the Warboss. The fight is where he suffered his near mortal injuries, and led to his augmentation.

Skills:
Veteran - Ben has seen some of the worst the galaxy can throw and has emerged the other side.
Hard to kill - Ben has suffered horrendous injuries at the hands, or rather klaws of the Orks. As such, his willpower to survive to fight another day is absolutely resolute.
Angel of Death - Although not as well known as commissar Yarrick, Ben was known among Orks as a man that was impossible to kill. His 5 years of war on Armageddon make him a master of dealing death to Orks should they ever rear their head.
Hatred - Ben hates orks.
Commander - Ben has proven himself as a skilled commander, especially of mechanized divisions. He doesn't actively look for the opportunities, but if needed, he will get the job done.

Time with Inquisitor: 4 years

Appearance: Ben is around 6 Feet tall in his full combat dress. He wears the mustard yellow great coat of his home legion, wearing his gas mask, goggles and helmet. His bionic limbs are hidden, but his power fist is now, worn over his gloved hand. His pistol is on his hip, and his shotgun is slung over his shoulder. He wears an inquisitorial rosette, on his collar, but it is small, and quickly concealable.

Out of uniform, he wears black pants, a gray tee-shirt and a leather coat that can hide a plasma pistol. He also wears leather gloves to conceal his bionics to blend in.

At one time, Ben was probably a handsome man. His hair is long on top, and shaved on the sides in a style that was popular in his old gang. His entire torso up to his neck line is covered in tattoos. His single human arm is also covered in various tattoos. He is unshaven, with a respectable beard, and his scar tissue around his left eye make him a rough looking person now. Under his real eye are usually shadows, caused by the night terrors that plague him.

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"Everyone except Psyker Valenthin will go with him to a safe house."

"That's usually not a good sign!"

Adrianne, although ever so slightly alarmed, remained quiet as the rest of the group departed from the gallery. Being singled out for whatever reasons, whether it be quarantine or general grilling, was something she was quite used to. After all, she was the psyker; which made her special, but not always for the better.

As the excitement from the battle ebbed away, she could feel the exhaustion hit her like an anvil out of nowhere! It felt as if she had been stomped flat by a particularly angry warboss, as her muscles ached in every part of her body!

When the Inquisitor finally returned to her, alone as they now were in the hallway, the inquisitor would look at the large, gaping hole in the building before making a comment.

"I said a small one."

"There is no such thing as a 'small' vortex. When you tear the very fabric of reality apart, you never know what you are going to get." Adrianne commented as she gazed back at Zhevon from behind her skeletal mask.

Moving her hands up to her helmet, she'd depressurize it and remove it, instead holding it under her right arm and letting her snow-white hair flow down her neck as she looked back at Zhevon with her deep, purple eyes. Whatever warp glow that may have haunted them previously had by now burnt out and was long gone. Although her helmet and armor may have been covered in dust and grime, the psyker's face remained pristine and clean, shielded as it had been beneath her gear.
She would stare at Zhevon for a moment with an unmoving gaze, before Adrianne would conjure up a small smile on her lips as she looked at the Inquisitor.

"Speak your mind, Inquisitor. I will listen to you."

Her gaze was only interrupted by a small series of beeps suddenly emanating from further back at the end of the hallway, as her servo-skull, M4R1-A appeared around the corner to hover into the ruined corridor where they stood! M4R1-A would pass them by, spinning around to scan them, before continuing out into the lobby area.

As the servo skull passed out of sight yet again, Adrianne would shrug, before returning her gaze towards Zhevon.

[Assistant]
Smiles firing the weapon right next to his head was not the best thing for Stukov's hearing, but as he turned back to see the statue collapsing, he would take ringing in his ear over the complete and total loss of his own life. He was busy wiping the blood off his hands as the Sister spoke about injuries that she could help treat, which got a snort from the former Armsman. Nothing could be done out in the field for patching him up, and odds were it was nothing that would affect short term performance. Maybe long term, some surgery might have been needed, but it would not have warranted being pulled from the field anytime soon. Not like they could have the luxury of such things typically. While Smiles concern was appreciated, which got a smirk on his face, it was, again, not like anything could be done for it and he effectively said as much to the group. "Nothing I can't walk off, Smiles, appreciate the thought though. Besides, its not like its anything that could be fixed here, unless one of you lot have a medical suite stuffed right up...."

Probably a good thing that the Inquisitor stepped in and began talking and dispatching orders at that point, considering where his sentence was going at that point. Was it terribly surprising most of them were being dispatched back to a safehouse? Probably not, all the noise, commotion, and likelyhood of any cultists of importance remaining for capture and interrogation still hanging around were pretty much nil. Even so, he had a gut instinct that the fact Smiles was instructed by Boss to hang back was not a good thing, at best a chewing out that wasn't being done in front of everyone else. He'd seen that before, drag the sorry sod off to make everyone else think they were getting strung up, but all that happened was simply getting an ear full for their mistake. But tearing a gaping hole in the museum was not really a minor mistake. Warp spawned abominations of statues were gone, thank the Emperor for that, but it did leave them with no leads to work with at the moment. Being shipped off to a safehouse was hardly interesting, but considering he probably needed to take a few to get himself straightened out, it was not terrible. Before departing, he turned from the group and send a message right to Smiles, on a side channel to avoid it being caught by others. "Catch up when you can, and good luck."

Stukov made sure his weapons were sheathed and out of sight, so he looked unarmed as he reached the escape vehicle and climbed in. Far too nice for his tastes, then again, anything above his paygrade was typically too nice for his tastes, so that could be taken however one willed. Leaning back against the seat, he readjusted his shades and caught his breath, considering how he would go about fixing himself up since Boss so kindly noticed that he had been injured. Alpha had introduced himself prior, and he responded to the man who sat in the driver's seat finally, not touching the drinks for the time being. "The ride is appreciated, Alpha." Beyond that, he kept an ear out for trouble, still ready to jump into a fight at a moment's notice, should the need arise.

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Once the dust and debris had settled in the heavily damaged hallway of the Military Memorial Art Gallery, Aviza would be able to clearly see all the destruction and chaos they had caused while fighting the warp statues. They were lucky that the hall had not collapsed on top of them, due to a wall being blown out and most of the room stripped bare. With the slightest effort they managed to do this together, and Aviza wanted to see what they could do in a real combat situation. For the moment though, the Sister of Battle was trying to shake out the dust and dirt from the cloth areas of her armor with little to no effect. After a couple more tries, Aviza finely gave up and let her arms fall limply next to her body, realizing it would take more than shaking out the armor to clean it. From the right side of her peripheral vision, she saw the Psyker known as Smiles struggle onto her feet, with the help of Stukov. In a calm but cold sounding tone of voice, she glared at the Pysker and said "I am not a fat-ass, in fact I am in better shape than you and most of your squadmates."

Aviza placed her helmet back onto her head and locked it into place with a slight hissing sound that meant it was being pressurized. "I have wasted enough time around all of you and will now be taking my leave."  She rolled her shoulders lightly before turning to leave the building, but was cut short when Inquisitor Zhevon ordered her to return to a safehouse to rest, refresh, and rearm. Aviza nodded her head once respectfully at Inquisitor Zhevon before turning to leave, but he was not done with her it seemed. "I will be speaking with you later." The Sister of Battle nodded her head once more, "I understand Inquisitor Zhevon, I will be waiting at the safehouse for your arrival." Aviza knew this was not going to end well for her, or for Smiles who was already getting lectured. "I need to inform the Adeptus Sororitas of my absence or they may do something rash, I am unsure." thought Aviza to herself before getting into the truck with the rest of her new squad. Bringing her right hand up to the side of her helmet, she held something down before speaking into the built in microphone in her helmet.

At this time, no one else could hear what she was saying or what anyone else said from the com inside of her helmet. "This is Adeptus Sororitas Aviza, I have been ordered by Inquisitor Zhevon to join his squad and to hunt down what appears to be Chaos Forces upon the world. Only contact me on this private channel and none other unless absolutely necessary." The com would close and those inside of the truck could once again hear Aviza speak. Eyeing the Ginger Ale, Aviza thought about how she rather have something much stronger to drink. That time would come later, but for now she scooted back into her seat and tried to let her body relax. "Guess I am stuck with all of you against my will and my better judgement. Don't get use to my presence though, once the Canoness hears of this, I will be joining her." Aviza smirked from under her helmet at the thought of Cannoness Colistis walking up to the group and yelling at Zhevon as well as the rest of the squad. Colistis, a very heavily decorated solider that had seen many long years of endless war was intimidating to even some of the most bad-ass soldiers who were unlucky enough to fall under her command or meet her in a combat zone.

"Since I am here though, we should get to know each other. I am Aviza Niskaru of the Adeptus Sororitas, Bloody Rose."

[Assistant]
Zhevon took the rod from Ben and mentioned that it can cause brain damage. I suppose he'd concede the point that just keeping it on would be bad. Ben nodded to Zhevon's orders to head to the safehouse, and proceeded to the transport, getting in. Much nicer than the APC's they used on Armageddon. Ben holstered his pistol, and looked at the ginger ale. He eventually would open a bottle, and sip at it, craving some water instead.

Ben rested his head back against the seat and closed his eye, wanting to sleep, but not actually tired. He stayed like this until his twitching hand caught his attention. Ben looked at his metal hand as the finger twitched occasionally. He assumed he had damaged some of the finer circuitry when he punched the statue. He'd have to have it repaired at some point.

The newcomer spoke. "Since I am here though, we should get to know each other. I am Aviza Niskaru of the Adeptus Sororitas, Bloody Rose."

Ben sniffled and looked at her, he hadn't been paying a lot of attention to her after the fight. He nodded to her. "Ben. Or Sergeant Duren. I'll respond to either." Ben gestured to his bionic eye and the surrounding scar tissue. "5 Years on Armageddon." He didn't mention his metal legs in their boots, or his bionic arm covered by coat and glove, but if she figured it out, so be it.