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Age: 24
Height: 6'-0"
Weight: 170lbs
Allegiance: Aspirian Royalty
Distinguishing Traits: Wherever the party is, Cas is bound to be there also. He's a free spirit with a tendency to act without thinking through the consequences, although due to his cushioned upbringing and high status, he rarely has to face them. Despite his wild lifestyle, however, he has a soft side and has been known for taking in stray and injured animals he finds in the streets of the capital city.

Short Bio: As the son of the reigning king, Atlas Maydestone, Caspian has lived the entirety of his life in the capital of Aspiria. He was born with a silver spoon in hand, enjoying the finest luxuries the country had to offer even when he was as young as five years old. This experience shaped him as a person. He grew up seeing the glass half-full and believing Aspiria was every bit as perfect and amazing as his father wanted him to think it was.

As a child, he spent most of his education being groomed to take over as the next king but never really took his future duties seriously. In his mind, it was so far off, there was no reason to worry about it. That is, until his father's health took a sudden decline when he turned eighteen. Suddenly slapped in the face by the reality that he was actually going to be the next leader of an entire country, he began to pay more attention to his teachers and did his best to understand all the different jobs he would have when his father died. However, the more he studied, the more he realized how unqualified he was for such an important role.

To deal with his rising sense of insecurity, Cas delved back into any and every social event he could find around the capital city. Partying and drinking with friends took the edge off his fears and helped him to forget about the impending future of his kingship. Deep down, he knew his coping strategy wouldn't change anything, but for now, it was good enough to keep him from getting absorbed in the weight of it all. He would just continue to put it off until he had to face it, the same way he handled the Scourge.

The rebellion (better known as the Scourge by everyone who lived in the capital) was the other big, glaring problem he tried not to think about. To make the enemies seem less imposing, he and his friends would make crude jokes about them and discuss all the creative ways the king could punish them for treason when they were eventually defeated by the state, but secretly, he was always on the lookout for anyone who seemed suspicious. As the crown prince of Aspiria, he'd heard the threats the rebels spat about himself and his family, and he was concerned about what could happen if they ever managed to get inside the stronghold walls.

He just hoped the military was strong enough that he would never have to find out.

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"My fellow Aspirians, it is with great sorrow that I stand here before you on this eve to remember the life of my dear son, Caspian," Atlas began. His voice was uncharacteristically heavy, a testament to how deeply he had truly been wounded by the news that the prince was dead. Jacob listened gravely as the king went on to speak about the tragedy, doing his best to pay attention without compromising his focus on the audience and the surrounding streets. After the heir to the throne had been abducted and killed, he and the rest of the team didn't want to take any chances. They had patched the hole in their security by replacing the soldier who had failed in his duty to watch the forested border of the capital, but it was possible that there was more than one weak point. If any other rebels had gotten inside the city, a public memorial was a perfect opportunity for them to make an attempt on the monarch's life.

He rested a hand idly over the holster of his gun, his dark eyes sweeping slowly over the faces in the crowd while Atlas continued on about his memories with Caspian, his high hopes about his ability to take over as the next king, how tragic it was that he'd been murdered at the young age of twenty-four, and how no father should ever have to receive the news that his son was dead. Like every other speech His Majesty performed, it was moving, and Jacob could see some high borns in the audience tearing up. Even he found it touching that Atlas had such exceptional things to say about the late prince, but the effect of the powerful words was slightly dulled by the knowledge that he was hearing all of it for the very first time that evening.

He never said that he believed Prince Caspian had potential while he was still alive, he thought, unable to help but wonder if the praise was genuine or if it was all part of an act. He believed Atlas was a great king, but he was also close enough to him to know that the face he presented to the people was not the same face he wore behind closed doors. There was no question that the information they'd tortured out of Regis had been harrowing for the monarch to hear—he'd been at the king's side when he'd wept on the floor—but a part of him that he would never voice out loud was unsure if Atlas was distraught about the fact that his son was gone or the fact that he no longer had a successor to continue his legacy. Even if he was affected by both, surely one of those two calamities outweighed the other, and it was impossible to tell which one was more prominent in his ruler's mind.

Jacob knew his thoughts were treasonous, and he was smart enough not to ever whisper them to another living soul, but he couldn't keep them out of his own head. Thus, he took Atlas's emotional speech with a grain of salt, hoping for Caspian's sake that it was all true but suspecting in his heart that the king was heartbroken for the wrong reasons.

When the service was finally over, Atlas limped back down from the stage to return to the palace, and the attendees resumed mingling with one another, although their demeanors were far more subdued than they had been at the start. If nothing else, Jacob supposed, they seemed to be taking the evening a little more seriously after hearing their king's mourning words. Good, he thought, silently pleased that the prince was getting at least some of the respect that he deserved.

Part of the security team escorted Atlas away from the square while another part remained to keep watch over the crowd until it eventually dispersed. Jacob stayed with the latter, supervising the area as people began to trickle out to the nearby parking garages and lots where they'd left their vehicles. Stifling a yawn, he folded his arms over his chest. Now that almost everyone was gone, he could let his guard down a little. There wasn't much of a reason for a terrorist to attack when the event was over and less than a third of the spectators still remained. Deciding it was time for him to leave, he took a step back to go as well but then stopped when he saw that there were people approaching him.

Turning his head, he raised a brow at the sight of Prince Caspian's two friends. "Did you need something?" he asked them bemusedly, unsure why they would seek him at all.

"Not really," Miles shrugged, stopping a short distance away and fishing in his pocket to retrieve a pack of cigarettes and a lighter.

"We thought we'd offer you one," Jay added as he took a cigarette from the box that his friend held out.

"Is there a particular reason why?" Jacob asked.

"Most of the people here don't care about Cas," Miles rolled his eyes.

"But we don't have to tell you that," Jay added, flourishing a hand in the direction of the chairs that had been set up. "You were watching the whole thing, weren't you?"

"That's why we wanted to have our own memorial for him," Miles nodded sagely. "A real one away from all the people who're just here for show. It was just gonna be the two of us, but we saw you standing over here, and we know you actually cared about him too, so now," he held the carton out to the guard, "you're invited."

A smile tugged at the corner of Jacob's mouth. He hadn't smoked in years, but he liked the meaning behind the gesture, so he took one for himself. "Well then, give me a light."

Jay grinned and used his own lighter to fix Jacob up, and the three lapsed into a moment of silence as they smoked away from the people who were conducting business deals at the foot of the stage. He was glad he'd stayed behind long enough to honor the prince properly before he went back to the palace for the night.

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For once in her life Iris felt like she had gotten the best rest ever, as the sun seeped in through the old dusty curtains she started to stir. Eyes fluttering open as she glanced around the room remembering just where she was, feeling the warmth of a body next to her she started to remember how her, and Cas had shared a bed for the evening. In an instant her cheeks flushed at the thought, especially as she realised, she had ended up cuddling him in her sleep. Though it had been comfortable and honestly, she had never felt better rested.

I can't believe I slept through the night. I usually have trouble sleeping. I guess this truly shows I feel safe around him. That I feel so comfortable. I think it's the first night in a while without some sort of nightmare. Thinking to herself as she touched his cheek gently, it felt so good to wake up beside someone like this. No. Stop it. What if this all ends badly? This can't end well for us. I don't know. Seemingly getting lost in her own thoughts as she couldn't have anything nice, not without ruining it for herself with over thinking or thoughts of how it won't end well. It was strange, she would always gravitate towards the worst outcomes, never the best and she knew she had to work on that.

"Good morning Cas…" Whispering softly in hopes to wake him up gently, she didn't want to startle him. However today was a new day and they would need to think about moving, she wanted to know what his plans were, what he wanted to do but then she also didn't want to push him. This was no easy decision and it couldn't be rushed, as much as she wanted to have an idea on what to plan for but that wasn't possible right now.

Thinking to herself she wondered on if they should eat now, what if they didn't have a place to stop for lunch. Plus, breakfast was one of the most important meals of the day. Placing a gentle kiss on his cheek she slipped out of the bed and headed towards the backpack to try and sort something out for them. It wouldn't be amazing, but she could do something for them at least. "I'm thinking breakfast now, simply because I don't know if it will be easy to stop for lunch so at least we'd have eaten something. I'm sure I can fix something up for us!"

Smiling brightly, she rummaged through the backpack looking at the few items they had in there. Knowing Cas had packed them some cans from Bel Bicis and she was certain that Maisie had put some items in there before leaving. They hadn't touched too much of it. Pulling out one of the cans she could see the tinned fruit which wouldn't be the most fresh or amazing, but it was better than nothing. Picking up one of the forks she walked over to Cas handing him the now opened can of fruit and a fork, "Enjoy! A very rustic breakfast. You'll find hopefully one of your five a day in there?" Laughing softly as she tried to lighten their situation.


[System]
Aliases: Kate
Age: 23
Birthday: December 29th, 1993
Nationality: American
Ethnicity: Russian-Kazakh
Birth Place: Burlington, Vermont, USA
Current Residence: Los Angeles, California, USA
Gender: Female
Education: Bachelor's of Science in Mechanical Engineering from the University of Southern California
Job: Suspension Specialist at Webbsport Tuning

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Appearance
Height: 5'9"
Weight: 150 lbs
Build: Skinny
Eyes: Brown
Hair: Brown
Skin Tone: Fair
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: N/A, but she wants a nose ring someday.
Personal Style: Kate's style is basic in theory, yet exotic in execution. She owns one dress, which she busts out in formal events every so often. Other than that, she's most commonly seen in a t-shirt, jeans, and whatever pair of sneakers goes with her outfit, with a sweater in chilly weather. However though, what makes her outfits more exotic is the branding of her apparel. Kate doesn't shy away from big name streetwear brands like Supreme, Bape, Crooks and Castles, etc.

She likes her jeans skinny, her t-shirts a little baggy, her hats worn backwards, and her shoes a little loose. As Kate does have perfect vision, she doesn't need glasses to help see. Kate also does wear her hair down very often, only having it up when she's working with things that could she could get it trapped in. Despite her very lazy nature, she does put a lot of effort into her appearance. She follows a strict and tedious skincare routine and does have adept knowledge in applying makeup by herself (although she rarely wears it).

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Psychology
Shallow * Dedicated * Ambitious * Oblivious

Sexuality: Pansexual
Relationship Status: Single. She has yet to have her first kiss.
Personality: Kate, to put it simply, is a very shallow person. Whether it's actually the way she is or if it's because she doesn't know how to acknowledge her own feelings - it comes across the same way. She seldom gets into feelings with anyone, often opting to direct conversations away simply because she does't care. She doesn't care how she feels or how anyone else is feeling. She cares more about her vehicles and her dog (a Samoyed), Bella.

Despite her inability to properly convey her feelings in general, Kate is very excellent at gauging what someone is feeling. It may sound contradictory, but she has an incredible ability to read people like a book. However though, if you get her to talk about her cars (which isn't really that hard at all), she lights up like a Christmas tree in December and goes on and on about it.
Habits:

* Immediately steers herself away from anything that gets touchy-feely.
* Keeps her bottle caps tucked in a bottle until she gets off her ass and empties it

Hobbies: CARS
Fears:
* Airplanes
* The ocean
* Heights

Likes:
* Cars
* Her dog, Bella
* Craft beer (has to be craft beer, she doesn't like many big brands)
* Hip Hop
* Video Games
* Clothes

Dislikes:
* Airplanes
* Touchy-feely shit
* Tomatoes
* Small cars
* Pickles
* Frogs

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Extras
Character Quote: "Okay..."
Theme Song: Post Malone ft. 21 Savage - Rockstar
Anything Else:
* Is a full bonafide virgin. She has yet to have her first kiss, let alone lose her virginity.
* Drives a tuned Mitsubishi Evolution IX but is in possession of a Porsche 911 Carrera 993 shell she intends to fully restore one day.
* Her favorite types of beer are honey ales, blonde ales, and American IPAs.
* Ambidextrous - she writes with her left hand and does literally anything else right handed.
* Is incredibly fond of Chinese food.

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Athena sat at a table, a bright light illuminating the entire room as she had her hands on the table. A quick look would reveal that the woman was in the midst of cleaning and putting together her Sig Sauer P226. The gun was assembled for the most part, the bottom frame being completely assembled. All that was needed at this point was for the slide to be installed, and that was that when it came to the gun being operational once again. Taking the black part, she picked it up, the other half to the gun in her other hand, and slid it back until it locked, the gun exposing its empty chamber as she glanced inside, to double check her work. As expected, it was as clean as a gun should be. Athena hit the slide release on the gun, letting the slide rack forward and snap into place as she set the gun down, now ready for use.

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Miami, Florida, USA

"Ay caramba." Valentina sighed, leaning back in her chair. The waves of the Atlantic Ocean were crashing onto the beach as she enjoyed the sunlight that Florida typically offered. She turned over to her friend, who was also soaking in the sun with her. "This Zoe lady is gonna drive me nuts." Valentina rolled her eyes, "But, she's the only person who's just as crazy as I am when it comes to this stuff." Valentina flopped back around, putting her sunglasses on her face. "Don't involve me in your crazy shit. That's your alley and I want no part of it." Her friend replied. Valentina scoffed, shaking her head. "There's crazy, and there's crazy for crazy alley." Valentina's friend laughed.

"What's the worst that can happen?"

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Los Angeles, California, USA

"And now introducing: CASTROL Valkyrie Racing!"

Kasumi, along with the rest of her team walked out and waved to the crowd, who were all standing and clapping for the newest team on the grid. It was an exhilarating feeling to finally be a part of Formula 1, the pinnacle of motorsport. Everyone sat down at their seats, with Kasumi being on Kimberly's right hand side and Hugo being on her left. The crowd settled very quickly, as the emcee carried out formalities and introduced everyone. It didn't take long for questions to start being asked. The emcee picked a random reporter to ask a question, who promptly stood up and cleared his throat. "David Chester from F1Weekly, this one is to the rookie driver, Kasumi." He said, before the camera and attention shifted onto her. "What are your expectations for this season for yourself and for the team, given the fact that both you and the team are new to Formula 1." Kasumi nodded, and looked at the journalist.

"My goals for my debut season is to show that I deserve my seat in Formula One, and as for my team, we both agree that the expectations are to put me in the best position for success. I trust that Kimberly and Valkyrie Racing will do a very good job at that."

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Los Angeles, California, USA

A quick turn of a wrench did it. Pulling the socket off of the bolt, Kaitlyn had managed to adjust the aerodynamics of her spoiler to the point where she determined would provide the best amount of downforce for her driving style. She liked her cars to be very grippy, and have a stable rear end. She didn't trust rear ends that kicked out. Putting the ratchet wrench and accompanying socket away, she shut her toolbox, before looking over her Mitsubishi Evolution IX, ready to be thrown about and thrashed at tonight's festivities. Her buddy, Magnus, had sent her an invite to tonight's events, and Kaitlyn was more than grateful for it. It was yet another opportunity to show off her tuning prowess and just what exactly she could do with a car, for both driving and tuning it. Her Evo was a car she'd been developing for quite a while, always tinkering with it just a tiny bit to achieve perfection. Hopefully, if her calculations were right, she'd be able to really tear up the streets tonight.

Climbing into the car, Kaitlyn locked up whatever she needed to before she set out for the somewhat long drive to the other side of town. Not like she minded, it gave her a chance to get the new adjustments she made to the car down. Turning the key to the ignition, the four cylinder engine inside of her car roared to life, crackling and popping as Kaitlyn gave it a few revs. The gray car was eventually shifted into gear, slowly rolling out of the driveway it was in and onto the street, before Kaitlyn floored it, the 4G63 popping and roaring, the tires squealing as it fought for traction and made its way toward the venue.

A bit of a drive later, and Kaitlyn had arrived to what was unmistakably the event. There were so many cars around, ones that weren't exactly cars you saw every day on the streets. McLarens, Lamborghinis, Ferraris, you name it and it was there. Magnus sure knew his way through the car scene in this place, because he had managed to organize a massive congregate of sweet cars in this very spot. Kaitlyn might've looked cool on the outside as she found a parking spot, but inside, she was practically geeking. So many people she could talk to and so many cars she could check out. She was itching to get out and see what she was in the company of.

Rolling through the parking lot, the Evo sputtered and popped as she eventually found a parking spot. As was customary in the car community, Kaitlyn pulled a bit forward in front of the parking spot, before slowly backing her way into the spot. Cutting the ignition to the car, the car settled down, as Kaitlyn climbed out and put her own pair of sunglasses on. California still managed to be bright as fuck, even in the evening hours. Walking around the front of her car, she could immediately spot Godzilla. Not the giant lizard that attacked Japan every now and then, but the Nissan that terrorized Bathurst and many touring car series many years ago. Kaitlyn had seen a couple over here from time to time, but they were so rare that it was definitely worth checking out. And just to Kaitlyn's luck, someone who she could assume was the owner was nearby.

"Hey, nice car." Kaitlyn smiled, before looking the car over, studying the car rather intensely, "How'd you get one of these over here?"

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Max nodded, turning around to see the sight of the girl adoring his Skyline, stopping him right in his tracks as he looked back, tilting his sunglasses up and chuckling.

"You know how it is, same way they do overnight parts shipping from Yokohama. Straight off the boat. She's still a work in progress but....I just had to get it out here. This is all a bit insane!" Max said, his soft northern English accent blending with the Manx, a hearty and wholesome accent that wasn't like Ross's, a hearty Scots one- but a more English, clear and concise accent that didn't hide the cheekie-chappie that Max was. On another note though, he had to just take the girl in, her demeanour inquisitive, clearly someone who wasn't just here to oggle at cars but drove one. Nerding out, but understanding the machinery. Something just said that to him, it just came naturally, as he smiled, patting the bonnet, as he sighed.

"Glad to hear someone appreciates Japanese tuners too. Nothing like a well oiled machine made by people who know their engineering. Don't get me started on the last BMW I had....what about you?" Max added, chuckling as he looked across to another pair of Porsches coming in, sighing.
"Damn, this really is Magnus's haunt alright....sorry, I haven't introduced myself at all. I'm Max Parker, and yeah, "he's from England"..." He said, in a sarcastic American tone right at the end, a little self-aware of the fact that he was a Brit in the streets of LA, and he was always gonna stick out like as sore thumb. She seemed cute, whoever she was, very pretty, and had a charm, a mechanical interest that wasn't of some dumb random girl who saw a Skyline once- but actually took notice. Whoever she was, Max was piqued, but hey, plenty of women were getting into cars these days- so probably another one of those, he reminded himself before jumping to conclusion.


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Description: Legends speak of a time long before the great empires of the golden age stretched across the land, when dragons ruled the world. Their kingdoms were great, their wars were terrible, and the shadows they cast as they flew above the land were said to have blotted out the sun and engulfed all below in darkness. A race of early humanoids whose original name was lost to the sands of time revered these beasts as gods and served them with unwavering loyalty. Legend has it that a dragon named Kobol, who was said to be gifted in now long lost arts of magic, rewarded the loyalty of these humanoids by remaking them in the image of their masters and then renamed them after himself. But unlike the newly named kobolds, the other humanoid races did not enjoy living under the rule of their draconic overlords.

According to legend, the resentment and unrest caused by the dragons' rule eventually came to a head, and the humanoid races of the world rose against the dragons and their kobold lackeys. The war was long and fierce, though the dragons themselves did little fighting at the start. Seeing putting down the rebellion as beneath them, they sent their kobold legions out to fight instead despite the fact that they could have handled the rebellion much faster. This would prove to be a disastrous mistake on the dragons' part that would eventually lead to their defeat. The dragons' decision to delegate the war to their Kobold minions gave the rebellion enough time to develop a trump card against which not even the mightiest of dragons could hold their own. After that, the dragons who did not go into hiding were eventually hunted down and killed.

And so it was that the war ended. And while the dragons fled into the darkness, the now free people of the world stepped into a glorious new age. An age of rediscovery, of great advancement, of vast empires that spanned entire continents. But eventually, it turned to and age of complacency, of decadence, and eventually of decay and collapse. Once mighty empires began to fall, their glories lost and their secrets forgotten. And as the last great empire came crashing down, leaving behind nothing but petty kingdoms and burying the last of that which ended the dragons' rule and the knowledge of how to make it, ancient beasts long thought dead began to stir.

While many had believed that the return of the dragons would be the beginning of the end, that was not the case. The dragons of the modern day mostly just keep to themselves, ruling over domains as petty as any mortal ruler's and sending out their kobolds during the summer to raid other lands for food and gold. The amount of dragons present varies from continent to continent. But as for the Sunrise Lands, only 1 dragon makes their lair within the continent's borders.

The few accounts that exist of Calemvir, after whom the mountain range he lives in is named, describe him as a particularly lazy beast who spends most of his time sleeping on his hoard and ordering his kobold minions to deal with intruders rather than kill them himself, although he has been known to step in if the intruders attack him or try to take some of his treasure. Most of his (Or more appropriately, his kobolds') interactions with the wider world usually involve the elven kingdom of Môrogoed. Due to the fact that the Calemviri Mountains is the source of a river that flows through Môrogoed, kobolds will usually raft downstream during the summer time to attack riverside settlements for meat and gold to feed their draconic master and increase the size of his hoard respectively.

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The Kingdom of the BorosSunhome Keep

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I swear myself to the King of the Boros,
to the common man,
and to the ideal of justice.
My blade shall be kept keen,
my shield polished,
and my heart true.
I shall uphold the King's law,
and the land's peace,
and Aurelia's Truth.

The last of the words left the mouth of the kneeling lord, and the hall was nearly silent, the sounds of celebration common in the rest of the city dull and unheard past the high stone halls of Sunhome castle. The grand hall graced King Tajic as well as his five lords, the last of whom stood after reaffirming the oath they made when they were made a lord. The party made their way from the quiet hall and ascended to a meeting room far away from what would be a busy hall on any other day. The war room, as it was oft called, was at the pinnacle of the fortress. Maps covered the walls and the center of the round room housed an equally round table where the lords moved to sit. King Tajic removed his gleaming golden crown and laid it on the table in front of him as he sat, while the lord of Ferlkeep removed the pelt he wore and hung it from his chair, and Lord Eydis set the maul she always carried against her seat as she slumped into her chair.

"We all know why we are here." Tajic began as he looked over his lords. They were a noble selection, among the finest examples of honor and justice, Tajic was proud and relieved to have them. His reign had not been long, only a few years since his father passed, and it had been quiet, but now a warm summer was arriving and it promised conflict. "We're here to decide who needs bashing this year." the lord of Ferlkeep said with an almost predatory tone. "Eloquent as ever Lord Ethan." Balson chuckled. The lords who reigned in the southern lands, Ethan Ferl was a fairly tall man, though his girth was more impressive. A skilled archer and decently skilled in the other forms of combat, his lands were, unlike the rest of the Boros domain, heavily forested and wild. Balson however stood out even more, his advanced age, large gut, and weak arms were not suited to a knight, so it was suiting that he was instead the head of the Church of Aurelia, his wit and charm well known. Tajic responded, "If the way of the Boros is to be protected, then those who would see us broken must be defeated, for a long time my father has kept us passive, his mercy unquestionable." At this the lords each nodded, either knowing the mercy of the last king first hand or through their fathers, "One must practice mercy and compassion, but know when they must end." Tajic quoted the holy texts, and once more a nod in agreement from most of the assembled lords.

"Those to the north practice Aurelia's Truth, but to the west and south we still face yearly raids from riders and centaurs alike." Lord Ignan state. He was the spitting image of nobility, with a long thin body, angular features, and golden hair. Some have suggested his bloodline has a hint of elf though no proof of this has come to be. Ignan lorded over the eastern lands, and has ruled in a notably fair and noble fashion, "However we cannot march south without running the risk of war with Chelodon..." "Murdering centaurs is nothing new to me, Ferlkeep will hold out another year and many more!" Ethan boasted, Ignan, clearly flustered, regains his footing, "Which leaves the west, and the raiders who have oft made trade impossible with the western kingdoms." "Bout time we deal with them, They've been a bother fer too long." Lord Malota stated with evident disdain. "You must deal with less than half of them." Lord Uther said. Tajic watched as Malota, the Lord of the north western farmlands, stared at the lord of the lands directly south of her. Malota was a tall proud woman, though slow to trust and quick to anger, and she looked at Uther with such intensity as if to slay him where he sat. "I merely speak the truth." He said after a moment. Uther was the tallest one in attendance, a mountain of a man. He was blunt in his words but kind even to the smallest and least, and was well regarded by those under him.
Everyone saying their peace Tajic continued, "We will assemble our forces, and when our armies are ready we shall march on Lorea."

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Kingdom of Skræling
Castle Svertingsson, City of Geirvor, Burordalr

The capital of Skræling was a buzz with activity, as the morning shone over the kingdom of the north beyond the mountains that bordered them to the south. The capital was almost as busy as a colony of bees as various peoples ranging from the typical Svellgotar both male and female mingled with one another as well with their Alfr brethren in the capital. Today was the current meeting of the various clan leaders and the Hargramr to discuss clan decisions that needed to be made from trade, boundary disputes, and other issues that troubled the kingdom. In the center of the city was a well fortified castle that sat high amongst the already tiered city. Inside of it was the hustle and bustle of the many dukes, counts, and clan heads inside.

Inside the grand hall of Castle Svertingsson the long table of the clans were currently full with all the heads of the clans and divisions of the kingdom were sat discussing. At the head of the table sat the Hargramr, King of all Kings, Clans, King of Skræling. The Hargramr was a large man in height and in size as well as he sat in the rather ornate chair that had been passed throughout the various former kings. The chair had remained in the city of Geirvor for the past one hundred years thanks to his forefather's actions in the past. The man at the front of the table was a red haired and bearded man by the name of Njal Svertingsson.

He looked out across the table watching the other clans continue their chats for the day, he was seen as the deciding factor in all discussions if a compromise could not be met by either sides. Down the line he watched as his fellow Svellgotar speak to one another. It was a common place for issues to be solved by a fight or brawl in the earlier days both during and before the empire had fallen. He simply kept his eyes on those who spoke, he had a few clans leaders who were less than cordial with him due to decisions he had to make. But, that came with the politics of clans.

However, the kingdom had been in almost a decade of peace with the current borders and raiding policies they had in place. But, Njal knew the peace would not last forever with the disparity of riches between clans. Especially with raids south of the mountains into the former elven empire. Njal would have to deal with this sooner or later, before the elves in the south could actually unite and fight back. Though, he knew they would not be ignorant enough to attack them or go on the offensive, it was a waiting game at this point.

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Tir Afondael, The Kingdom of Môrogoed
Western Approach

Eꜰꜰᴇᴄᴛɪɴɢ: @rush99999

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"You said kobolds? In the Viridian Sea? Are you certain?"

"I saw them with my very own eyes. They are coming down the mountain on raft and foot. The old dragon is hungry."

Cynfor Braenaru was not thrilled with the news that the Saethydd operative had given him, though it was news he needed to hear. His eyes were narrowed and his lips pursed as he stood atop his post on a large tree branch that overlooked the citadel of Tir Afondael. Cynfor had served as the vanguard of the western reaches for three centuries now and in that entire time he had not recalled an issue with the kobold coming to a heading. It was foreboding news, but it could have been much worse.

"We should parley with them. Give the dragon a fair tribute so they will not scorch our lands. Though I worry that my skill with the draconic language is lacking. But we have to act immediately whether it is with basket or arrow." Cynfor responded, pushing his hand to his lips to contemplate the best course of action.

"Do you think they will respond to tribute favorably?"

"They have in the past, though that was before we were a glimmer in our father's eye. I'd have to consult with the records, though if memory serves there is a fire we can set to an old pyre at the fork of the river that will cause them to consider and not cause issue. To not raid. The King has tasked us with not waging war."

Cynfor's thoughts went to the current Tywysog of all of Môrogoed, what the humans called the "elven high king". He had met with and discussed military matters with King Caradoc Taranau on multiple occasions and none of them had been negative, though sometimes he thought his lordship to be too enamored with dancing with words like an arrow danced in the air. If these issues were not handled appropriately he would need to send message of his inability to solve a principal issue and his honor would be stained for forty moons. And Cynfor did not wish for so many cycles to be tainted by indecisions and over-caution.

"Come, we don't have much time. Kobold are not known to ask when they are told to fetch things for the old wise one."

The ranger nodded, "How far is the pyre?"

Cynfor's people called the old pyre, a designated clearing made of 'dragonstone' and 'ironwood' in what used to be an ancient watchtower, as the ruin known as Wal Ddraig. In a lot of ways it was a place that the human dual word of "holy site" described it well. It was sacred ground for not only the Deggwerin but also to some degree the Kobolds. A great battle had happened there once. A significant one that spoke of a different time. A time that Cynfor did not wish to see again.

"A fair journey west. At the mouth of the great river. Once we get there we light the pyre with dragon's fire and wait."

[Assistant]
Môrogoed
Wal Ddraig

A pair of kobold scouts crept quietly through the forest near the banks of the river. The rest of their raiding party were 2 beats of a dragon's wings behind them. They had been sent ahead to make sure the way was clear of any danger and if it wasn't, that the raiding party knew about it before they got themselves killed walking into a trap. So far the night had been uneventful. The forest was silent, the water was calm, and there wasn't a single hint of danger in sight. The kobold scouts were beginning to wonder if their job was necessary at all. Then a pair of familiar scents met their noses.

The 1st scout to catch the scent suddenly stopped his partner and began sniffing at the air. "Do you smell that" the 1st scout asked.
The 2nd scout took a moment to sniff the air before replying. "Elf flesh and...the master's breath? Here?" he said "But he hasn't left the mountains in millennia".
"I think I know why that is" the 1st replied before moving towards the source of the scent, the 2nd scout following close behind.

When the scouts arrived at the scents source, the 1st scout's suspicion had been confirmed. There they found several elves standing around a great pyre. They carried with them a flame that was nothing like the fires produced by the hands of mere mortals. The scouts looked at each other. They knew what this place was. They knew what had taken place here. They knew what that pyre was. And most importantly, they knew what lighting that pyre meant. "We must return to the rafts" the 1st scout said as the the pyre was set ablaze "We must let the others know. The elves wish to discuss tribute".


[System]
SHOWTIME!
Monster Type: Robot/ghost
Gender: "ASKING IS IMPOLITE SWEETHEART"(Prefers to be called male, though he has no true gender)
Occupation: Entertainer
Weapon?: (Normal and EX) Bombs (NEO) Arm cannon.
Armor?: Immune to damage in normal, none in other forms
Magic (up to three) : Bombs, lasers, and arm cannon
Personality: Mettaton loves to entertain, it is his passion, and the only reason he took a physical form, he is self-centered and egotistical, but he loves his fans. When in battle, his demeanor is the same, feminine and flamboyant. Mettaton seems unable to focus on anything, but hidden behind his metal face, is a planner, able to trick even his creator Alphys. While untrustworthy, if you befriend Mettaton, he'll have your back, though only after an intense pose-off.
Bio: Originally a ghost, Happstablook was never content with his life, wishing to be more than what he was, a celebrity, a role model, a brilliant comedian! Though he loved his cousin Napstablook, and the time they spent together, making music, and raising snails, he was never content. During a contemplative walk, Napstablook phased through a scientist, accidentally fogging up her glasses with the residue he left behind. Turning to apologize, he met Alphys for the first time, at that point, ambitious but unsuccessful. After a conversation about how insecure and worthless he felt, Alphys told him of a way she could make him a star.

"AND THUS, I WAS BORN, SWEETHEARTS!

Mettaton arrived. Through some showing of his musical talent, Mettaton became a star, given his own show, his own newspaper, even his own day of the week! For the first time, the charade of happiness Happstablook kept was replaced with genuine happiness.

"THEN... THEY ARRIVED! THE ONE THAT WOULD CHANGE MY LIFE FOREVER!...FOR THE BETTER OF COURSE!"

After a friendly human arrived, Alphys made a plan to finally not be a loser, to have a friend! Coming to Mettaton, she gave him a script to follow. Though he made a show, as usual, Mettaton was surprised with the quality of her writing, and agreed.

"SHOWTIME WAS APPROACHING, I WAS GREAT! BUT... ALPHYS SCREWED UP HER LINES AND RUINED IT! TO SALVAGE THE SHOW, AND MY FANS LIVES, I ENTERED, FOR THE FIRST TIME, MY EX FORM!... AND WAS SWIFTLY DEFEATED, BUT MAN! THOSE RATINGS!"

After his defeat by Frisk, Mettaton realized just how much his fans meant to him, and Frisk was... nice! The only people ever genuinely nice to him were Napstablook and Alphys! But... a human? Those were meant to be awful!...Right? Returning to showbiz, after the barrier was destroyed, Mettaton gave his new fans the concert of a lifetime! Nothing could ever ruin the happiness he felt... right?

"WRONG AGAIN! THE HUMAN WAS GONE, AND I TOOK IT UPON MYSELF TO DOCUMENT THE RESCUE EFFORT, THERE WAS NO BETTER PERSON FOR THE JOB OF COURSE! LET'S LET THIS ONE PLAY OUT!

[User]
Erion, turned and then stopped moving, not doing anything, shaking a bit as the beam pass threw him. He stood there, before moving to Skylar quickly after the beam passed, seeing her actually get hurt by that. He looked at the Robot.
"Geez! Can't you be more careful with that!?" he says a bit mad, before David started to use his healing magic on Skylar. Fortunately it seemed to help. He then get his medical kit and start bandaging some parts of the body.
"I know you were shooting that... ghost thing... but can't you be more accurate and careful?" he says worried. He looked at Skylar.
"I hope your alright... Lets go and find Frisk now. Sooner we find him and bring him back, the better. With how things been going in town between monsters and humans, I really hope we can actually find him." he says. That kid might be young, but he did have a big heart to say the least.

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Celes stared as Mettaton then shot a beam at something as she saw a figure in the beam that was not there before. She looked at it for a while, and then shivers.
"That... dosen't feel right..." she says, staying hidden still, unsure about these guys. One reason why she was unsure was that it might be a set and a filming thing, but with how much the damage seemed real, that would surprise her. She stood there, worried, before then at a distance... use her healing water jet right towards Skylar, before moving away quickly, going to hide again a bit farther. She wanted to keep and fallow them, but she was unsure how they would actually react to her here. She was a bit shy to even say anything, and there was also the fact that they might be going somewhere dangerous... She was just unsure what to do with these people.

[Assistant]
Mettaton's blast dissipated, slowly and slowly it got smaller, until eventually it was gone, dirt and dust was thrown into the air, and Mettaton stood, electricity surrounding him haphazardly. He gasped for air, repeatedly, he was running out of energy. He looked around at the devastation he had caused, trees uprooted and thrown away.

Mettaton's cannon arm fell limp at his side, he'd done it, the... thing was gone... he had no need to remain in this form... he could- "GAAAAAAHng...AHHHHAHADUGFUWYISFLNWAIGHOPOGHEISHDPHINDGDPNHDIPGJ" Mettaton's body convulsed, he fell to one knee, as his body was covered in lightning.

"No...Nonono..." Alphys ran to her phone and attempted to call Mettaton, she wasn't completely calmed down over his comments, but this was bad. Unfortunately, his phone had been fried due to the electricity he gave off. Instead, she phoned Asgore, hopefully he could help... somehow.

Asgore's hair was thrown to the side by the powerful blast, and when it dissipated, he appeared disheveled, his hair thrown into his face, and his crown gone, he stood, observing the destruction. He immediately gasped when seeing the state Skylar was in he immediately rushed to her side, putting a hand on her shoulder before laying her down. "Don't stress yourself... I-I'll.... I'll get..." Asgore was stammering and flustered, she was in horrible shape, he wished he could help, but he knew no healing spells. He shook in fear for her life.

A fire awoke in Asgore's eyes as he looked up, there was Gaster, again, and Mettaton, he stood up, and prepared a fire magic in his left hand, hoping to disable Mettaton, but then the robot collapsed. Asgore walked over, standing over Gaster's shoulder, Mettaton had hurt animals and people, he had no reason to trust the egotistical bastard anymore.

His ringtone interrupted him, he took up his phone and raised it to his ear. "Who is this?!" Alphys jumped, before returning to her composure. "Er... it's Alphys... Mettaton's malfunctioned, his new form was too much for him, I need you to open up the panel on his chest and fix his generator." Asgore was in no mood for this, he frowned, before the fire in his eyes returned. "He's hurt innocents, he shall not be allowed to continue." Asgore sounded surprisingly calm.

Alphys replied through barred teeth. "If I cared about what happened to people I wouldn't have done those HORRIBLE THINGS that you made me do, you will listen to me, for those whose lives you've made me destroy! Fix Mettaton, follow my instructions to the letter, or I'll tear you apart with my own hands!" Alphys had been around Undyne for too long, Asgore concluded, he sighed, before walking over to the damaged Mettaton. "What would you have me do?"

[User]
Skylar had stopped when David managed to catch up to her, and her rapid, shaky breathing seemed to slow and go back to normal as David healed her, and her soul disappeared back into her body. She could barely hear Mettaton's scream and his collapse as she was placed down onto the ground by Asgore. She managed to hear Erion's words about Frisk, and she nodded in response to his words. After Erion bandaged her, she smiled at him and David, and she said to them as she stood up "Thank you," She looked to Asgore and Mettaton, to see Mettaton wasn't moving and Asgore was on the phone with Alphys. She was caught off guard to feel a jet of water splash on her. It didn't hurt, in fact she felt a bit better after the water made contact with her soul. She looked towards where the water came from, but she didn't see anyone responsible.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*Meanwhile*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

Papyrus was at his and Sans' new home on the Surface. He had just finished his training with Undyne, and was about to go and play Jenga with Flowey again. He could've easily invited Sans to play as well, but he didn't want to give his lazy brother a chance to leave his new job at the Mettaton hotel. He easily remembered the day that Frisk had asked him to help him get Flowey out from the Underground and put the talking flower into a flower pot. He supposed it was better to have the flower in a pot and nearby instead of having it just remain in the Underground. He was worried for Frisk, his very best friend, but he was there when Skylar, his other best friend, had learned that they had no idea where to start looking for him.

He entered the room where Flowey was, and he greeted the flower cheerfully, "Greetings Flowey! I, The Great Papyrus, hope you are ready for another round of Jenga!" Before the game could begin, Papyrus's cell phone rang and he answered "Hello? ...Ah! Hello Toriel! ....What? Alphys found Frisk?! ...Yes, I, The Great Papyrus, will be on my way to help them!" He hung up his phone and he said to Flowey "I'm sorry Flowey, but my friends need The Great Papyrus's help! I'll be back as soon as possible!" He then prepared to head out and go to the forest of Mt. Ebott.

*~*~*~*~*Meanwhile*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

At the entrance to the Underground, echoes of squeaks and words could be heard, coming closer and closer until finally, the sources of these noises flew out of the hole that Frisk fell through long ago. The source of the noise was a swarm of bat monsters flying out of the Underground in panicked craze. Two of the bats spotted Seth and fluttered down to him quickly, engaging the monster in a fight. They squeaked at him
"Leave! Leave!"
"You can't be here! Can't be here!"

The swarm of bats flew over the forest, and soon found the group of humans and monsters in the forest. They swooped down and two of the bats engaged each person in the group (except Mettaton and Gaster) in a fight, squeaking the same message.
"Go away! Go away!"
"You're not welcome here!"
"It's not safe! Not safe!"
"Shoo shoo shoo!"

[Assistant] The mystery girl got back up after Erion and I healed her, and, almost the moment after she thanked us, a swarm of batlike monsters appeared. They seemed to be trying to tell us to leave for some reason, that we weren't welcome here. That seemed... odd, given that they probably didn't live around here, either. At first, I thought they might be mad at us for some reason or another, but the tone of their voice told me otherwise... they were warning us, not mad... but... warning us about what, exactly? At first, I thought about talking to them, but, I figured that they'd just repeat everything until I found some other way of calming them down. This might have been a dumb idea, but I tried to heal one of the bats that was fighting me, just due to the calming effect healing magic typically has on monsters. If the bat calmed down after that, I figured that I'd ask them what, exactly, they were doing up here in the middle of the day... after all, these monsters were usually only awake at night. It seemed like everyone else in the group had at least one bat to deal with and each bat seemed to be saying the same thing. I could only guess that Mettaton would try to kill the bat, but... as for the rest, I had no idea. From the short time I was on the surface, I did figure out that humans typically saw bats as either dangerous (somehow), or disgusting which means that Erion and the mystery girl might attack, as well. Oddly, there was also a bat fluttering near a tree talking to someone. There wasn't anyone there, though, at least, not to my knowledge, so, maybe that bat monster just went crazy. Wouldn't surprise me.


[System]
Dove
Appearance:
Height: 1.76m
Weight: 60 kg
Build: Though he isn't too muscular for an investigator, he's quite nimble and acrobatic.
Nicknames: Black Lance
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Rank: Rank 2
Quinque: [Rank A Bikaku Type - Blind] A black, long spear with an edge that reaches back to the grip, forming a guard at the upper point.
Personality: The best way to describe how Luca views the ghouls is with a certain degree of pity and disgust. Unlike many of his colleagues, he doesn't really hate all ghouls; though of course, there are certain ones that he does despise. When he speaks to them, be it during a fight or outside, he almost always acts the same way he always does: timid and kind, though this attitude hardly reflects on his fighting style.
Biography: Luca was born to a poor family that could hardly make a living, though they were rather happy. The first decade of his life was rather simple. He didn't do much other than some pickpocketing and running around. At the time Luca had turned 10, a couple of men in suits had arrived to their broken down home instead of his parents, leading him out to another home with dozens of other children. Not really knowing what was going on, the boy was told that his parents were killed at the factory they worked at by a rampaging ghoul. Of course, he felt rage and seeked for revenge at that young age. It had been two years before he was actually allowed to go to the CCG academy, by which time he'd already decided that the notion of vengeance was rather idiotic. Once in the academy, he was still determined to graduate successfully, and he did so. At 18, he became a full-fledged investigator, given his Rank 2 title like all graduates and a quinque. By the next year, he was able to kill six C ranks, two B ranks and one A rank, whose kagune he used to make his current quinque 'blind'.
Skill:
-Impressive skill with spear
-Self taught fighting style based on light-footed movement and learned

Ghoul
Appearance:

Ghoul Mask: The masks that appear in the images
Name: Edward Thawes
Nicknames: Banshee, Grinning Ghoul
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Rank: [A as Banshee, S~ as Grinning Ghoul]
RC type: Ukaku
Kagune: Like in the first image, the ukaku looks like a thick, liquid wing that flutters in the air. Its roots are made of white crystallized bases with thorns sticking out. He can shoot out needle shaped projectiles by solidifying the ukaku into a crystallized kagune, and while this mode loses the kagune's mobility, it's harder. When it's in its crystallized form, two smaller wings that are currently too short to be useful stick out from beneath the base of the upper wings. As Edward grows stronger, the solidified form can be better moulded and the liquid form grows exponentially. The kagune expands from 8 kakuhou, each wing from one and the spikes from others.
Personality: As a member of the human community, Edward is an enthusiastic and outgoing highschool student who is loyal to his friends. As a ghoul, he's a little different. He can be quite merciless during his biweekly hunt, revealed by the usually present maniacal smile he has while he feeds. He prefers to kill quickly as to mainly not cause the victim much pain. This habit stuck later on due to his growing sympathy for certain humans.
Biography: Edward lived his entire life in the 8th district with only his father for as long as he could remember. The man was a ghoul that was never encountered by the CCG and a well-respected psychiatrist among the humans. During Edward's younger years, his father only brought him food, not letting the boy hunt for himself. After he started his first year at Kusime Institute, Edward started walking to school. Once every few weeks, he'd start to hunt, sometimes even fighting some ghouls to steal their meals or even have them as his dinner. This habit was put to a stop when his father learned. Although he was allowed to continue hunting on his own, he wasn't allowed to try and steal from other ghouls.
At the age of 16, Edward started looking for a side job upon his father's request so that he could 'learn how to be responsible'. One place he was looking into for work was Meat, Meat, MEAT!, where he simply worked as a cook, and a rather good one for a ghoul. Even if the food disgusted him, he could follow and sometimes alter the recipes quite well. From time to time, he would bring some human meat for the ghouls, packaged. During his hunt for ghouls that come to Meat Meat MEAT!, he uses a cloak and hood that covers the upper body and the upper face and a half-gas mask that only covers the lower face, using his more fluid kagune form that wraps around his neck loosely once.
When hunting for himself, he wears a mask of his own design (on paper) that looks like a smiling void face without a mouth. As this ghoul, he uses the crystallized form.
As both, he has had few encounters with doves so both have different ranks in their documents.

[User]
I ate him, every last piece.

Akurai felt a hand over his mouth, but before he even had the chance to panic he heard a voice he knew.'Chou ? I told her not to follow me !' but it was oblivious that this girl had totally ignored or forgotten about that. As she said he needed to leave and it was to dangerous to be here he groaned. He knew that, he knew that these guys could at any moment just outright kill him. "Chou you get out of here, you have nothing to do with this !"
Those words fell on deaf ears

Right before him her wings grew out of her back and after giving a quick comment to him she jumped down to the streets. Running to the edge of the roof he could see her fire of two shots, but there was no sound what so ever. However as he looked down he looked right into the eyes of one of the CCG agents and he gave the man a slight nod before jumping down to street just beside Chou, however he was not nearly as silent or graceful.

As Akurai looked up he noticed the boys eyes were still locked onto him. Straightening himself he took a few steps towards the boy with his hands raised "I dont want to harm anyone. If you havn't already seen the pictures of me in there I live here or... I lived." He saw a few heads turning towards him, both cop heads and the heads of his neighbors. 'you will never look at me the same will you ?' he asked himself before he continued.

"I did not kill mom and dad if any of that still matters to you. I did however kill that other thing in there." several cops started to yell for him to get to the ground or they would fire, but he just kept talking "In my defense he was eating my parents so I feel very justified" a gun fired and the bullet graced his neck, but another cop pulled the gun out of the slightly trigger happy mans hand and and told him to simmer the fuck down. "Now to the less... graceful parts or rather missing parts. In that house there is a very, very dead ghoul with with barely and flesh remaining on his bones." he could hear the woman that had lived beside his house fall to the ground crying "I ate him" and with that Akurai's eyes flashed into black with their ruby red pupils and his kagune grew out of his back and soon after a rain of bullets were fired a him, almost every bullet hit his armor and fell to the ground but the few that hit him hurt like hell.

He let out a growl of pain as he fell to his knees and he felt everyone look at him. "I ate him, every last piece I could and do you know why ? I did it so I wouldn't eat my parents !!" Fighting to get on his feet he groaned, his breath grew rapid and shallow as his heart raced. Everyone was afraid of him now, the people he called friends and neighbors no longer looked at him with a smile on their face, the looked at him scared out of their minds. "Never have I killed a human, nor will I. I might be a ghoul, but I'm not a monster. Most of you would confess to that, but right now all you see is the eyes and the thing wrapped around my body." he had never felt more like a politician as he did in the moment those words left his lips.

"So I beg the two men with briefcases, let me and the butterfly behind me go and I will never bother you again." inside him a faint hope glowed as he really hopped they would agree to letting him and Chou go. "Let's not spill blood if we don't have to"

[Assistant]
Targa Household
"Of course. We'll be notified if anyone shows up." Yuuma paused, noticing Luca eyeing something. "Hm? What's wrong--"

He heard the ghoul before he saw her, the tell-tale sign of crystal spikes cutting through the air alerting him. Taking a simple, sharp step to the side, he swung his briefcase in an arc above his head, catching most of the spikes with it, and narrowly dodging the rest.

He stared hard at the figure that landed before them, mentally noting any information he could get. The ghoul looked like a younger female, so most likely not Akurai. Yuuma didn't recognize her mask or kagune, which meant she was either unregistered or from another district.

Her kagune was shaped like butterfly wings... no. Moth wings. And most importantly, it was an ukaku.

He frowned. The fact that he had never seen her before meant she likely wasn't a troublemaker. Yuuma wasn't fond of killing those who didn't truly deserve it.

But she had engaged him and Luca. That was enough reason to fight. If she made any move against anyone else present...

That would be enough reason to kill.

The cops surrounding the house started reacting, finally noticing her. Some drew their useless weapons, some took cover, and others tried to get the neighbors on scene away.

"Jumping in here was idiotic, girl. You're outnumbered, and I've always had an easy time with ukaku ghouls. Especially now that I have this..." He held up his quinque, clicking it open, causing it to unfurl and reveal it's form. He let the hammer side drop to the ground with a heavy thump, the pavement below it cracking and giving way. "If you stay, you will die."

And that was when Akurai showed up. Yuuma's eyes widened for just a moment, but his face quickly hardened again.

The boy started speaking, desperately trying to garner sympathy. Throughout the little speech, Yuuma's expression never changed. From the first gunshots, to the story being told, to the boy revealing his kagune.

He glanced towards Luca. "Watch my back," he said, before easily lifting up his quinque. It was only the second time he had wielded it. It still felt foreign in his hands.

With long, purposeful strides, he stepped towards Akurai. The boy had a strong kagune, but no fighting experience. He had no chance. There were too many people here, bearing witness. Yuuma was a ghoul investigator, and in front of him were two ghouls -- his job was to eliminate them, or face consequences. He had to keep up appearances.

As Yuuma reached Akurai, he said one word, with little emotion, and quietly enough that only the two ghouls could hear him.

"Run."

A moment later, he spun around on his feet, winding up and taking a heavy side-ways swing at Akurai, preparing himself for any counter-attack from either of them. He aimed not to do damage, but instead launch the boy several dozen feet away -- which would undoubtedly still hurt, but wouldn't kill.

[User]
Giichi Hadwin
Targa Household

On route to the old victim's basement, Giichi just came around the street corner with his food trailing beside him when he saw the fight go down at the Targa household. {Whale oil bee.} He thought to himself. {Just when I was about to enjoy my food, the neighbors just had to cause a commotion...} "Hey, I do-" Before Giichi could finish his sentence, the ghoul that was following him disappeared without a trace. Without much else to do, Giichi desided to watch the event close up. He didn't really know what was going on at the moment, but hopefully he might be able to pick up a small snack when it was said and done. That moth girl sure did look scrumdiddlyumptious~

Giichi quietly walked to the surrounding corner and leaned against the side of the building. The cops there didn't seem to mind too much as they were busy protecting the people and shooting at the other ghouls. {Heh, foolish fools} There was one cop, however, that did try to get him to move back to safety, to which Giichi just shrugged and waved him away with his hand. Giichi's mouth started drooling at the thought of the feast about to come from this battle. So much so, that he had to cover his mouth with his hand to try to get a hold of himself and eventually began chewing on his own thumb.

[Assistant]
Targa Household
As the kagune appeared from behind the ghoul, Luca quickly activated his quinque. The weapon flung into his hand from the briefcase as the ghoul shot her projectiles. He dashed to the side, making his way away from the trajectory of the attack. He shot a glance over at his partner who was almost trying to warn their attacker. After hearing Yuuma tell him to watch his back, Luca locked his gaze on the ghouls. Before he could object, Luca saw Yuuma charge in. "Hey! Don't rush in on your own!" Clicking his tongue, the young investigator followed after he saw Yuuma swing his quinque, making his way towards the ukaku to make sure she wouldn't go after Yuuma along with the other ghoul, wary of any attack that may come his way like the one he'd witnessed but a few minutes earlier.


[System]
Lauren Ridgeway

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Character Summary
Aliases: Lara
Age: 34
Birthday: September 29th, 1890
Ethnicity: Caucasian (American)
Birth Place: Philadelphia, Pennsylvania
Residence: Savoy Hotel D10 (room 451B)
How Long In Cairo: Two weeks.
Gender: Female
Major/Minor: N/A
Occupation: Bartender/Bootlegger
Languages: English*, Gaelic Irish*

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Appearance
Height: 5'6
Weight: 124lbs
Build: Slender
Eyes: Light Blue
Hair: Blonde
Skin Tone: Fair
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Ears pierced, scar on her right arm
Personal Style: Lauren is usually seen wearing skirts, during warmer weather which she usually prefers to wear, her hair is also always either in tight curls or seen in pony tails from time to time, she will wear high heels from time to time. During the cooler seasons Lauren will be seen wearing button up jacket and a pair of pants, her shoes will also have a small heel to them. Lauren's clothes are usually seen in rather plain colors either black or white, and sometimes blue depending on what she feels like wearing color wise.

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Psychology
Loving * Quick Tempered * Passionate * Sarcastic * Friendly * Argumentative

Sexuality: Heterosexual
Relationship Status: Married
Personality: Lauren is a very passionate person despite what most other girls are, she takes up from her father, she cares for others a lot and will do anything to stand up for them. She hates it when she is wrong, and also tends to swear like a sailor a lot of the time. She is very quick to temper and hates being annoyed by other people and wont even think twice of hitting anyone who annoys her a lot. She however is very friendly once you first meet her and can be a very loyal friend once she gets to know someone, just as long as you don't betray her trust.

If Lauren drinks a lot she tends to flirt a lot, and also likes to have a lot of fun and tends to do stupid or reckless things whenever she is drunk. She also enjoys having time to herself and will spend the time to herself by reading or taking care of child, or reading books to her. She is very close to her family and will do anything to protect them no matter what.
Habits:
Runs a hand through her hair whenever she is nervous.
Tends to bite her lower lip whenever she is nervous.
Hobbies:
Music
Drinking
Dancing
Games
Fears:
* Losing her daughter
* All kinds of bugs
* Heights

Likes:
* Her daughter
* Cats
* Alcohol
* Music
* Arguing with people
* Cooking

Dislikes:
* Loud noises
* Drunk people
* Rich spoiled brats
* Dogs
* People making fun of her child
* Annoying people

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Cards On The Table
General World Skills:
* Cooking
* Mixing Drinks
* Alcoholic Drinks
* Dancing
* Reading People
* Giving Advice
* Lying
* Acting
* Briding

Combat Skills:
* Handguns
* Brawling
* Stamina
* Knives

What Is On Your Person:
* Clothing - Blue blouse, blue skirt, high heels, grey coat.
* Purse/Wallet - 30 dollars (US) 20 (British Sterling) Hair brush, Passport
* Earrings
* Necklace
* Book

Residence:
* Letters from her family
* Two bottles of beer her family had made.
* Clothes

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History
What Brings You To Cairo: Due to her family's bar getting raided by the police due to the Prohibition Act Lauren had to leave her family behind. Her husband having nothing to do with her family running the bar secretly agreed to keep their daughter safe. Lauren used whatever money that she had left from her previous job and quickly bought the next ticket out of the US, she decided that Cairo would be the furthest place from home and decided to lay low there until things blew over.

Life Before You Moved To Cairo: Lauren was born to a small family, her father was an Irish immigrant trying to find a better life in the US, that is where he met Lauren's mother a nurse. The two of them eventually got married and had three children, Lauren being the oldest. Then two years later her sister was born, and then the youngest was her brother four years later, growing up Lauren lived a rather normal life. Her father eventually opened a bar in Philadelphia, her school life was pretty normal as well Lauren had quiet a lot of friends growing up. She eventually graduated high school, however not to many people wanted her in college and eventually decided to work with her father at his bar.

Lauren eventually grew to liking working with her father and made drinks for the people who came in, eventually that is when she met her eventual husband Johnathan. The two of them hit it off rather quickly he became a regular, the two of them eventually got married and then she became pregnant with her daughter. Then came 1920, The National Prohibition Act was enacted, this effectively shut down her father's business. This was their livelihood so Lauren and her father secretly kept selling, while taking care of her daughter as well.

Lauren and her father continued to successfully work, she started bootlegging for her father secretly getting and distributing alcoholic drinks to their customers. Then eventually the police started cracking down, the police raided her father's establishment Lauren and her father quickly made it back home. Due to her and her father working they were wanted, so she told her husband that she was going to be leaving for awhile, her daughter five years old at the time. Lauren bought a ticket while her father would return to Ireland until things cooled down.

Life Since You Moved To Cairo: Once Lauren had touched down in Cairo she searched for any kind of job that would hire her. It was tough for her. Spending the first few days doing odd jobs around the city she chose Cairo because it sounded interesting, and with the excavations going on she thought it would be very interesting to see what everything was like. Lauren continued to do odd jobs just to get by she wouldn't really care what the jobs were as long as they kept her fed.

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Extras
Character Quote: "I can hold down my liquor can you?"
Theme Song: Trinity - Amaranthe
Anything Else:
Lauren Ridgeway is the Great Great-Grandmother of Riley Ridgeway & Chloe "Tuesday" Ridgeway
Hathor
You Stole My First Limb Woman! :P

*By submitting this CS in its completion I am stating I have read all the rules for this Rp and am agreeing to follow them to the fullest with respect and courtesy. I acknowledge that I can and will be removed from the RP without warning if I break a rule or cause problems with my fellow Rpers or the GM.

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The Notebook

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Lauren RidgewayCharacter Name"Drinking is just half the fun with others."

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║ ☯ Neutral ║ ✿ Friend ║ ❅ BFF ║ ♡ Infatuation ║ ❤ Love ║
║ ❦ Considered Family ║ ☣ Tense ║ ☢ Dislikes ║ ☠ Enemy ║

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☯✿Nora Kingston ✿☯
"Dealraíonn sí deas go leor, cé go loner"
Lauren and Nora have had a few drinks together, and talk on occasion Lauren always ends up out drinking Nora. They some ones just smile and wave to one another when they are passing each other. But they don't know one another enough but Lauren certainly sees her as a friend.

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✿Aziza Tarek✿
"Aziza, one of the first people I've met we get along really well together and I certainly enjoy her company and great to be around with."
Though Lauren has only known Aziza for a very short time, they quickly hit it off since they are working at the same establishment they certainly share stories of each other. As well as complain about patrons together, Aziza certainly helped Lauren settle in Cairo and Lauren enjoys shopping with Aziza during the day.

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✿ Vera Munn ✿
"I haven't known her for very long, but shes a great person to know once you get to know her. Even if she is really clumsy. She certainly cant hold her drink down well though."
Lauren hasn't known Vera for about a day now, the woman though clumsy to Lauren shes considered a friend
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Haakon J. Elvsgaard

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Location:Egyptian Museum

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The fact that Vera did not dismiss the mere idea of an underground sect of what had been a several thousand year old religion, sent him first raising a brow in his usual questioning way; it would be absurd for such a decadent practice of beliefe to have survived where Chrisendom and Muhaddemism had prevailed. But then it made him think of the possibility that since they were so faithful to keep their faith, they would surely be as radical and violent as the militant islamists of Morocco or the peoples of the lynching south of America.

In spite of the possiblity, no wait, BECAUSE of the possibility of said villainous people presumably meeting them there, Haakon smelled a scoup. Perhaps even a clue to case he was actually meant to report on. And besides, he wouldn't object to spending some time getting to know these people, they seemed interesting in their own respective ways. Perhaps even eliglible for a few interviews?

His line of thought was broken when the doors swung open and more people flouded into the room. Well actually it was only three, but suddeness still made him turn his head in suprise, and wondering. "Let me guess, either a German radical attacked you because of your inferious genes and threat to the German Reich..." Haakon said to the woman in a hushed tone, though loud enough to be heard and not meant to conceal it - his appathy towards the Germans showing -, before he continued in a normal voice. "...or you have all been experiencing pains and brandings on Egyptian symbols on your bodies, perhaps visions and dreams too? Haakon J. Elvsgaard, journalist and not-so-proud believer in the occult, for now."

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Nora Kingston

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Location: Egyptian Museum

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Lauren? Cad ar fud an domhain tá sí ag déanamh anseo? Nora couldn't help but be a bit taken aback, spotting her dear acquaintance walk into the museum. She hadn't spoken with Miss Ridgeway on too many occasions, mostly sharing a quiet word in gaelic. It was quite humorous in Nora's opinion that rather than speaking a useful language, such as Latin, French, or German, that she understood the tongue of the Irish. It was more a geographical development than any, in addition to her nurse as a child speaking Gaelic to her whilst she recovered from her illness. None of her siblings spoke the language, as her brother Edwin, for example, was utilizing his command of French in order to woo an ambassador's daughter.

However, she ceased to think on her siblings when she noticed the injury on the strange woman's forehead. As far as Nora was aware, the woman was a native of some sorts. Haakon's words towards the woman prompted a subtle raise of an eyebrow on Nora's forehead. Her brother, Ernest, had been killed in action during the Great War--and yet, she found the accusation slightly ridiculous. Perhaps as silly and inexplicable as the values of Miss Clark, and the Lord Major's subtle slight to the actress did not go unnoticed by the quiet Miss Kingston.

"If there is indeed a mathematical dependency, and if it is quite fine with you, Lady Munn, I might be able to deduce its meaning," Nora offered, her voice as soft as usual, without the slightest coating or trace of pride. Being the youngest of seven, she had always been naturally shy and quiet. The loud personas had practically been claimed by her siblings prior to her birth, yet Nora enjoyed her relative peace and silence. In a world she seldom agreed with, but could not be bothered to express immense disagreement, it suited her perfectly well.

"Forgive me, Lord Major, but is it really proper to be drinking at this hour?" Nora asked, not in any sort of admonishing or scolding sense, but as if to receive societal permission to join them on whatever conquest would bring about answers. It was quite clear that some sort of supernatural force was at play, though Nora believed that it could ultimately be reduced to either an iterative or analytical solution. All problems she had encountered in life thus far could, after all.


[System]
Appearance:
Age: 31
Guild Band: Adonai follows his wifes Guild associations for the most part, as she is the reason he is associated with them at all.

Archetype: Aeronaut, Inventor

Backstory:
Adonai was the first son of the Govannon family, a wealthy trading family with a long history in the free cities. Though he had an older sister, it had for a long time been traditional for the business to be passed down the male line of the family. Thus, though his earliest years were much the same as any other infant in the free cities, as soon as he reached his sixth year his father had his education begin.

His father was determined that his son would not only take over the business, but should be capable of growing it such that the Govannon family could join the ranks of the dynastic merchant princes of the Free Cities. He would often take his son (as well as Adonai's tutor) voyaging on one of the trade airships that provided the majority of the family profit, believing that a good businessman should still know what kind of trouble his ships could run into first hand. Though meant for education, the trips had a slightly different effect on young Adonai, who largely went through the motions and nothing more with his education. He rapidly grew to love flying, looking forward to every occasion he could get his feet off the ground.

These regular airborne excursions revealed another of Adonai's interests as well. When he was not on the deck with the wind in his hair, he was in the engine room or admiring some of the other steam driven technology, despite his father's attempts to discourage such dangerous behaviour.

His adolescence only saw him gain more means to indulge his interests - the money he was given for personal use was used to buy tutorship from machinists and steam engineers, as well as various parts with which to experiment. He became something of a recluse even then, spending all his spare time in a workshop or on an airship, causing somewhat divided opinions among his family. He made his first working steam engine design in his fifteenth year, though it was quite inefficient and not worth any attempt to sell, it was still a significant milestone.

He was nineteen when his father died - murdered in the street for his finery by common thugs, mere hours after canceling a trip on an airship due to the risk of piracy. The death hit the family hard. Adonai's mother went into grieving and would hardly speak to anyone for months. His sister threw herself into study and work, doing her utmost to maintain the trade network in her father's sudden absence. Adonai himself took the first airship out of the city, embarking on a months long journey in which he did nothing but fly for the sake of flying.

Upon his return, he found himself officially the head of the trading company, the family having followed tradition despite Adonai's well known lack of interest in being a merchant. Adonai did his best to manage it on his own for six months, but the numbers were quite telling as to his capability in that area, profits reaching an all time low after a string of poor decisions. At his sister's insistence, he handed the majority of the administration of the company to her, preferring to honor his father's memory by keeping the company strong rather than doggedly following tradition.

With the responsibility of the company finally gone from his future and present, Adonai was finally able to turn his attention fully to his invention. Having come a long way since his first barely functional steam engine, it took him only a year to perfect several easily made modifications to airship steam engines commonly found on the family airships that would make them far more fuel efficient. This contribution, as well as others he made later, secured him favor with his sister, and with the favor came money, enough to continue funding even his more extreme experiments.

His experiments over the next several years became more and more extreme, sometimes succeeding spectacularly, other times leveling the building they were in, though he had an uncanny ability to avoid serious injury throughout this time. His mother died when he was twenty-five, and with that his sister became very distant from him, though they maintained the arrangement that saw his experimenting funded.

Shortly after this, Adonai began creating the plans for the airship that would eventually be called Zephyr's Machine. The design, containing experimental engines that would would prove volatile while under construction, was rejected by every shipyard capable of building it that he could find, their engineers not willing to take risks with an untested design.

Adonai was quite distraught with the repeated refusals of his design, and one night after heavy drinking, picked a fight with half the bar. A short and furious brawl that spread into the street ensued, and an hour later Adonai was dragged into the clinic of Helen Rondell. She patched him up, and found the plans of the airship amongst his things. After some discussion, Adonai persuaded her to build the airship, with some slight modifications, making use of Adonai's family resources to do acquire the materials and labor.

As the project progressed, Adonai became increasingly attracted to the beautiful and intelligent lead engineer, a feeling which was quickly found to be reciprocated. He proposed to her after knowing her for only a year and a half, though she did not accept until much later, after the airship was finished and she had secured a position on the crew. They were married one year prior to the present day, and it is through Helen's connections to the Guild of Adventurers that Adonai became involved.

Prior to the completion of the Zephyr's Machine, he provided the occasional experimental weapon or modification of a device to the Guild members, for a fee. Once the ship was complete, he moved more to take high paying courier jobs for them, whether moving people or objects.

Skills and Abilities: Adonai is a creative and talented inventor, with a mind that thinks very much outside the box. His skillset is quite diverse. Aboard an airship he can fulfill any needed crew role with competency, though not always excellence. He is adept in the kind of combat that occurs between airships, both with the ships guns and the brutal close quarters fighting of a boarding action. Though not remotely as his wife when it comes to mechanical aspects, he is nonetheless competent enough to tinker with most designs on his own, and his theoretical understanding is excellent. Among his mechanical misadventures, he has also picked up the skills required to pick locks, though he could not be considered a master in this field.

Equipment: Adonai maintains a large collection of equipment on his airship, but there are a few items he prefers to carry while off the ship:
His Eyeglasses - not required for his sight, rather with various magnification lenses that can be easily pushed into place over his left eye.
A six shot steam revolver and a single shot steam pistol-blade, both of his own making, rarely leave his belt whether on or off the ship.
A versatile collection of tools is also often at his side, ranging from large multi use items to very small fine tools for the slightest of tweaks to equipment. Among the small tools is a modest set of lockpicks.

Spirits: Adonai's early attempts with spirits ended poorly, and he has avoided personally treating with them ever since. He leaves all things mystical to his wife.

[User]
Harvey felt one of his fists collide with Walkins while the other smashed into the wall behind the pistol toting one. He retracted his hand and readied himself to charge into rifle armed Walkins when he heard the scream of the girl. She was being taken away while the boy, who Harvey presumed must have been her brother or something, tried to desperately get her back. But Walkins was too big of a man to be stopped by the child's blow and merely knocked him away. Harvey saw Walkins draw his gun at the boy and he knew he had to act fast. But neither of Harvey's fist could collide with the Walkin's or protect the boy in time before he'd suffer a few likely fatal bullet wounds. But... Harvey could get to him, in spirit form. He'd have to. "Sorry about this kid!"

Harvey left his body and charged strait at the boy. Because he was still conscience, possessing him was out of the question. And because they lacked a pact Harvey couldn't simply Life Link him. No, he'd have to get a bit rough, but better that he's a bit tousled than filled with bullets. Harvey took possession of the boy's clothes and forced him out of the way of Walkin's pistol. He felt the bullet rip through the shoulder, but hopefully the kid would be stable long enough to get him out of the way. "Don't worry kid, you sister is safe with us." Harvey's ethereal voice spoke to the boy as he jumped from his clothing to Walkin's gun. Hopefully it wasn't magical or something, but once Harvey took possession of the pistol he tried to wretch it out of Walkin's hand, or at least start damaging the delicate parts of the pistol to make it nonfunctional. Harvey didn't just stop there however; as he possessed the pistol he also tried to telepathically control and disrupt other things on Walkin's, flinging weapons out of their holster and looking for hidden ones like pistols and bombs to break. He's try to suffocate Walkin's with his own shirt if Harvey wasn't trying to disarm him first.

[Assistant]
Ryza's blade cut clean through flesh and claimed the inquisitor's arm. His counter attack was expected, but she didn't count on it being so forceful after the shock of losing a limb. She exhaled quickly from the blow, eliciting an 'oof!' as she staggered back and collected herself. Her eyes were on the stump of his arm, noting the black ink taking the place of the inquisitor's blood. It caused a look of confusion and concern in Ryza's eyes, making her grip the soaked katana tighter.

She side stepped a few times, watching out of her peripherals to make sure nothing would sneak up on her. Despite all of the sound of gunfire and fighting in the bar, none of it broke Ryza's focus on taking this thing down. None of it except for the cry of a child. She looked over and saw the girl being taken away and the boy laying on the floor. That lapse in her guard led to the Walkins in front of her seize the initiative. There was a quick blow to her gut, a loss of air as it escaped through her mouth. Ryza dropped her katana and fell to her knees, hands at her stomach as she tried to capture some air.

Another blow was bound for her, but her guardian spirit, Oni, came to her. The air before the mask rippled just a blink before the blow connected with the wooden thing. A 'thwump' carried on a short distance around them and the inquisitor's punch was deflected off the side, throwing him off balance. Ryza recovered from her winding and quickly grabbed the katana. She stood and tripped the man onto his back, pinning him with a foot to his chest and the katana at his neck. Oni formed that rippling shield around her to protect from any stray shots that would come her way. "Stay still, Varisie!"

Perhaps he could be interrogated after this mess.

[User]
Shreckt only had time to spit out a curse in Kusagi. Then she was flying backwards and briefly had no idea where the earth was. Then she slammed into the back of the bar, a few feet away from the repeater using Watkins. She was reacquainted with intense pain, and after regaining her breath back, likely taught Ryza a few new curse words in Kusagi. Then she realized where she was. A short distance away from one of the men who had attacked the entire bar. Or, one of the clones of the same man. Shreckt lunged towards the Watkins with the repeater, slicing horizontally at the clone's kneecap. All she had wanted to do was talk to a fellow Kusagi. But no, the damned Rider had to interfere first, then the Inquisitor had to show up, now everything was a damned mess. Luckily there was something she could take her frustration out on right here. By chopping him up to tiny little bits and pieces.

Eli, on the other hand, was holstering his revolver. Bullets weren't working, and it was clearly time to stab something. Just before everything went to even more hell, Eli summoned lightning in his hand. Then the boy got shot and the girl was being dragged away. By the hair. Screaming. Eli doesn't normally feel rage. Contempt, sure. Irritation, all the time. Disgust, both for himself and others, most of the time as well. But rage, the kind that almost destroyed reason, had been killed with the rest of his team in the Wetlands. But now, seeing what Watkins was doing to the girl, it was back. It was almost enough for him to ignore Ragnarok's chuckle. Eli didn't shout. He didn't scream, and he didn't utter a challenge. He just leapt over the counter, tearing open both his shoulder and leg wounds in the process and chased after the Walkins with the girl. When he was within range he attempted to tackle the Watkins down. By shoving his sword through the pistol wielding clone's chest and bearing him to the ground, where Eli would attempt to cut his opponents head off.

[Assistant]
The battle raged around Adonai. It seemed that their foe was quite the competent summoner. Whatever spirit he had bound to him had given him the ability to, well, have copies of himself. Which needless to say made killing (or evading) him rather more difficult than Adonai would have liked.

The first thing to do, though, was get rid of the common mass produced grenade that Helen had almost set off by accident. He was quite familiar with the model, and given its likely blast radius he decided it would be best to salvage it rather than throw it somewhere to explode and possibly hurt innocent people. A few quick taps from a quickly procured tool and the explosive powder that fueled the grenade was streaming out of the soon to be inert sphere. Adonai collected it up in one of several empty pouches, it would still be useful later.

Once he had finished, he joined the others teaching the Ice-spirit its lesson. The mixture from before would still be in the air, but that apparently wasn't enough to discourage it from attacking his wife. His steam revolver was free of its holster in a blink and leveled at the things center of mass. Six quick trigger pulls, accompanied by the signature whump-hiss of high pressure steam being released, and Adonai's gun clicked empty. His sword also came free of its sheath, gripped in his other hand, he held it high, ready to parry any further attacks on his wife that the persistent beast might make.

So consumed with rage and the desire to safeguard his wife was he, that it was not until part way through his reloading that he noticed one of the Walkins clones had managed to take the girl by the hair and begin dragging her away. By then Eli had leapt after the Walkins', flashing steel in hand. Though Adonai wished to see these children kept safe from Walkins, he would not risk Helen for them, and he wouldn't let her run blindly after them either. In his cold and calculating anger, he chose to leave the girls fate to Eli.