[System]
Age: 211, to his best estimate
Height: 6'2"
Weight: 192 lbs
Race: Vampire
Birthplace: England, circa 1667 (Elizabethan era)
Short Bio: Born in the Elizabethan era and surviving into the Victorian, Vail has seen the rise and fall of two centuries' worth of dynasties—not just human, but supernatural as well. As a member of the Hygrace family, he was raised in the wealth and prestige of the most powerful vampire clan in London. His uncle, Lord Reginald Hygrace, was a respected leader, known across the nation for offering protection to any vampires who needed sanctuary from The Order of the Saints: an influential group of men and women who tracked down and killed the "demons" for a living.

For nearly a century, Reginald's efforts kept both his family and the rest of the vampires safe. However, around the year 1750, he made the mistake of taking in a man named Lord Elias Wynter. At a glance, Elias seemed like just another refugee seeking sanctuary with the Hygrace family, but in truth, he sought to overthrow the ruling dynasty completely.

Unbeknownst to the Hygraces, the Wynters had been plotting for quite a while to take over and change the way that vampires lived in England altogether. They believed that as "superior beings," they should fight back against humans instead of hiding from them in fear. They saw the Hygraces were weak and cowardly, unfit to lead their kind, and so started a rebellion.

When he commenced his attack, Elias managed to kill Reginald, but his attempt to finish off the rest of the oldest generation was cut short by his victim's younger brother—Vail's father—Peter, who went on to take over as the leader of the Hygrace clan in his sibling's stead. Unfortunately, the Wynter family refused to give up after just one defeat and has continued to fight for power against the ruling dynasty ever since.

For Vail, the following century of his life was spent predominantly in hiding. As the son of the most powerful vampire in England, he had to look out not only for members of the Saints but the Wynters as well. With such a large target on his back, he learned how to fight and wield a gun in order to protect himself. Both skills have saved his life since.

Of course, he can't spend all his time in seclusion without going stir crazy, so he finds time to attend parties and other large gatherings put on by other aristocrats in London to get out of the Hygrace manor on occasion.

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When Victoria argued with him about his injury, Vail rolled his eyes. Though it was a nuisance to get shot, the bullets were never fatal unless they touched the heart. He understood that to a human, it would have been shocking, but he had survived plenty worse than a hit to the shoulder. Besides that, he was already far along in the healing process from what he could tell. The constant ache in his shoulder had subsided, and it no longer pained him to move his arm. While a part of that was probably because he had just fed, he was certain he was recovering at a rapid pace. In a week, it would be as if he had never been shot to begin with.

As the Lady suggested that he should try to control his frenzy, he couldn't stop the short laugh that escaped his lips. "It's not that simple," he expressed, folding his arms over his chest. "A frenzy is a loss of control. If I could prevent it, I would, but unfortunately, that's not how it works." He flashed her an amused smile. "You came across me when I hadn't fed recently enough to stay in control. I'm sure Spencer is hunting regularly if he's able to remain as calm as you say, otherwise he would be even more dangerous than I was."

"Besides that," his smile turned into a smirk. "You were the one who instigated it. I had no intention of coming after you until you waved your blood right under my nose. A move like that would have driven any vampire mad." Until tonight, he had been trying to stay away from her, since he didn't want to become a target of the Order by attacking the Crest heiress. Obviously, that plan had since been torn apart and thrown out the window. It was too late to take back what he'd done now. Even if he could, he wasn't sure he wanted to. Her blood had been like nothing he'd ever tasted before, and he would feed on it again in a heartbeat if he had the chance. After he'd experienced it for himself, it seemed worth risking the wrath of the Saints.

When Victoria said she was glad she could help him, Vail nodded. He wasn't sure she'd had much of a choice in helping him, since he'd had her pinned to the ground at the time, but he certainly appreciated her compliance. It had been much easier than relying on overpowering her to land a bite. Usually when he went hunting, his prey was either too woozy to fight back after spending enough time exposed to his pheromones or he would have to wrestle them into submission. There had never been an in-between before. It had been a rather pleasant change of pace. He licked his lips at the thought.

As Victoria finally bade him goodnight, Vail returned her curtsey with an elegant bow. "Sleep well, My Lady," he said, wishing her well. When he straightened again, the mischievous look he saw on her face took him by surprise. It was unexpectedly alluring, quite different from the sweet and gentle expressions most Ladies wore in that day and age. He found that he liked the spirit behind it.

"And I as well," he agreed genuinely. Apart from her unique blood, there was something appealing about Victoria that made him feel drawn to seek her out again. Unfortunately, it would be quite a while before he would have the chance. Now that he had been sufficiently fed, he needed to return to the Hygrace manor, where the rest of his family was hidden away from the world and where he would be safe from the Order.

Somehow, it felt just a bit lonelier than before.

"Have a good night," he said softly, turning to walk back to his own home now that Lady Crest had been returned to hers.

[Assistant]
The Lady bade Vail a farewell somewhat solemnly as he turned away, her gaze would linger on him before he completely disappeared into the darkness. She sighed and ventured inside the gateway to her estate. Upon entering the dark house, one lone candle remained on for her return. She picked it up and took it with her to the bathroom where she commenced the clean up of her puncture wounds. Some of the blood had already clotted up the holes. But she had to clean the blood off her neck and hands before going to sleep. It would be a few days before she could go back out with fresh puncture wounds that may attract unwanted attention.Thus she would spend the next few days in the house training with her French rapier. She enlisted the best instructor in the city to come to her estate and train her rigorously in the last six months since her father died. Without him to train her, she couldn't allow herself to lapse. She took matters into her own hands. She managed the estate's affairs and controlled the money net in and out flow best she could.

Whenever she wasn't fencing, she was out horse-riding in the grounds with targets she had tied up to the trees. And although she had the crossbow and few silver bolts, what she really desired was a gun with silver bullets. Obtaining such an item would be difficult for the Lady to purchase without raising suspicion and drawing attention to herself. A normal gun mayhap with normal bullets. But that would do no good. So, for now she had to settle for the crossbow. As she rode through the forested grounds a kilometre from the main house. She rode past the summer house and took a shot at a swinging target in the wind and rain. The bolt hit the third ring. She cursed at her poor attempt as she lined up for the next target high up in the treeline. Further away but she managed to hit the second ring. Perhaps her strength lay in a longer distance shot.

Finally, she rode past a target and leaned sideways over the horse to shot back over her shoulder at the target. It completely missed this time. She cursed again as she clicked her heel for the horse to gallop harder back to the house. "Again." She went three or four times before giving Shadow a break. She hopped down just outside the stable and walked him back to his stall where she gave him water and a feedback hooked over his nose. "Enjoy it, you've earned it boy." She nodded at the stallion before sighing. "Now to get a wolf…" She couldn't possibly fight alone. Although she would try, it was so easy for that vampire to disarm her the other night, an ally would surely help with distraction. If she hoped to attack Spencer before their wedding, she needed to get better and fast.
The Market
With her wounds fully healed over and still adorning a high-necked shirt with frilly collar under her black leather jacket, she ventured out to the market to obtain her father's red jacket tailored to her own size. And then she would finally start to walk in his shoes. As she retrieved the tailored red velvet jacket with golden buttons, she gasped with awe when she put it on and looking in the mirror.

"It suits Madam perfectly."

"It most certainly does…and its Ms, thanks." She told him with a small smile as she noticed the jacket stopped just shy of her curved plump rear. How it accented her hips and buttocks, she astounded herself. She'd certainly catch the attention of the male vampires without even needing to smell her blood. The more fuss she kicked up each night looking for Gerald, the more the Order would notice her and hopefully draw them out. She needed to know what happened to her father and she wasn't giving up. Not whilst she drew breath into her lungs. She wandered the market stalls before turning down a shadowed alleyway. She was on the lookout for a shady black-market dealer that would sell her the right gun and silver bullets. She kept her ears to the ground and her eyes peeled for shifty movements. Eventually she would spot a pattern of comers and goers from an unmarked building basement. Boxes were loaded and unloaded. She could smell the faint aroma of gun powder when she neared the building. She would walk past a few times up and down. Some of the commoner's wolf whistled the Lady as she passed them by. She had no time to even give them a glare as she was too caught up in her own investigations.


[System]
Age: 19

Race: Half Drow, Half Human.

Elkko is a young adult in between two worlds, or should I say a half Drow, half Man. Elkko lives on the streets, eating whatever scraps he can muster, there ain't nobody to help him, but himself and he understands that. Especially on the streets of Coven, a shanty port town right up to the ocean waters. Though a bit emotionless as all Drows tend to be, he is mistaken quite often to be the apathetic sort which is not true.

Elkko as a half-breed does indeed showcase a caring side for certain things and shares his true emotions, although rarely. He is the clever sort, pulling mostly, sometimes harmless pranks on people or swindling them for the amusement of it and the gold he could muster them out of. Though he's trapped on the streets, he strives for more, for truly greater things, that of which, he doesn't quite know yet.

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[Assistant]
Alteria is a beautiful country off the coast of Tian, filled with many a mystery, and many denizens call it home. Many a race, many an odd species of creatures come prowling around, some with evil intentions and misdeeds. Though Alteria looks beautiful, it houses many dark and ancient secrets, some even involving old magics that have been discarded and long forgotten. Most of these magics should never be awakened on fear of the very destruction of the world itself. In-fact, any kind of magic is feared, not praised, hence it was outlawed, in castles and in walled off settlements around the land.

Any form of the use and death could very well serve you if you were to be caught. Dark evils are plotting everywhere, currently trying to release said magics and letting it free to tear up upon the very soil in which they even stand. Even the most peaceful creatures of the land are acting up, sometimes turning violent. Nowadays in Alteria, the once beautiful and peaceful country is slowly turning more and more violent and chaotic... even the shadows seem to move at night.

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Elkko sat, leaned up against an old wooden building in a neighborhood full of old wooden buildings, looking up at a spire object from what appeared to be the middle of the city. The sun was out and as bright as ever, so bright, Elkko found it almost odd but today seemed like any other normal day for him, which was a day spent trying to con money off of the local denizens of the port city of Coven. He watched as an unobservant women walked slowly by him, leaning forward as she came close. He outreached his hand, sliding it into her pocket with a sly look. Before she even felt a thing, his hand was out with a light bag of coins, he opened it wide, only to see nothing but a few gold pieces.

"What an awful start." thought Elkko as he slipped the tiny amount of gold he retrieved into his thinly lined pockets. He looked unamused as he rose from his seated position, wrapping the hood of his brown robe around his face and headed off towards the spire which marked the center of Coven, where most of the business and transactions of many kinds went down.

[Assistant]
Claudia sat at the edge of a large fountain in the midst of the city, quietly humming to herself and fiddling with the tuning knobs of her lute, searching for just the right sound. Twas a lovely day she thought. The sun's golden rays reflected off the rippling waters of the font, culminating in dazzling speckles of light dancing across the crystalline surface. In the open, children laughed and played while their parents were busy crowding the many market stalls and booths. From such booths, a delectable myriad of scents, fresh baked loaves of bread, exotic spices and herbs, savory, roasted meats and fish, and sweet strawberries and apples ripe from the orchard.

Such a lovely day indeed, and one that was perfect for music. Once she had found the right pitch she desired of her instrument, she cleared her throat and began to sing. Gracefully, her frail fingers danced across the strings of her lute, every note, every sound of her siren voice weaving a tapestry of a tale of brave heroes long past. Not long had a small crowd come to admire her work, some dropping coins into the floppy hat beside her feet. Each clink of the gold brought a smile to her face, yet Claudia resumed to play. Once she had finished her song, she stood and took a bow. The crowd applauded with thunderous joy. "One more!". They cried for.

"Ah, one more you say?" Jovially Claudia answered. "Why not!". And with a beaming grin, she took up her lute and played once more.

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He paced himself slowly towards the center of the city, his ears tuned to a new sound, the sound of singing. Elkko made his way, closer to the city, only to see a crowd of people gathered around in a group. This was odd to him, having grown up here, he hadn't quite seen just a gathering put together before. Looking towards the sound, he squinted, scanning for the female voice in which he heard, only to just make it out through the sea of people standing around her. Elkko studied what seemed to be a bright and cheery women, well at least in comparison to his typically dull attitude. Suddenly a smirk and an idea dawned upon his face, she was giving him the perfect distraction in order for him to pick through some pockets, all these people grouped up, not paying any attention to their surroundings.

Through the sea of people, he stood directly besides them, a figure in a brown and hooded robe, acting like he was just another normal person listening to the musical spectacle. Elkko used the opportunity to quickly slip his hands in and out of any random citizen's pockets who looked like they would carry wealth with them. If anyone did notice such a movement, it was a quick one, his hands were in and out and filled with gold in mere seconds, he'd clearly been doing this most his life.

"What beautiful music, what a spectacle!" Elkko exclaimed to a nearby male of the human sort, acting like he didn't just rob him.

The male smiled back at Elkko, nodding in agreement. "A spectacle indeed!" He exclaimed in response, none the wiser to Elkko's misdeeds.

[Assistant]
With her last song finished, Claudia bowed with a curtsey of her dress and a glowing smile upon her lips. The crowd cheered her on, tossing more coins into her hat and clapping their hands in rancorous applause. "Thank you! Ah, thank you good people of Coven!". She laughed stringing her lute over her shoulder. "You've been a lovely audience, and if you wish to hear more, please stop by the tavern tonight where I'll be playing. As for now, I bid you all a fond farewell and may the gods bless you!". And with that, Claudia gave another bow before picking up her hat and placing the gold she had made into her coin purse.

"Quite the killing I've made off these people.". She mused with a wry smirk. After the crowd had dispersed, she went along her merry way, but as she did so, she couldn't help but notice the strange fellow garbed in dirty brown rags skulking about. He was of a nefarious sort to her, perhaps a brigand she thought. Instinctively, her hand rested upon the hilt of her rapier as she looked at the man once then turned away, momentarily glancing over her shoulder.

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Watching as she wrapped up her little musical performance, Elkko had a sly smirk on his face as well. His pockets were heavier and he had her to thank for it, sometimes even the God's seem to bless a poor soul with a fortunate opportunity now and then. Scanning the area once over as everyone dispersed he planted his eyes on the women yet again, noticing how she looked towards him ever so briefly. Elkko looked downwards at her hand, that was resting on the hilt of her rapier, scoffing a little under his hood. Was she really scared of him? She seemed to be at the very least weary, which Elkko couldn't blame her for, recently he did carry a bit of a menacing aura with him, though not on purpose.

Elkko called out to her, speaking outwards without a care in the world. "Don't think I don't notice that look, I've seen it a hundred times over, it's nothing new to me, are you scared of something?" He pulled back his hood, revealing his cold, greyish face.

"Lovely singing by the way, very well done." He complimented her, monotone in nature.

[Assistant] A warmth overcame Claudia when the hooded man spoke to her, her cheeks glowing a bright shade of pink. Perhaps she was too harsh to judge so quick she pondered, letting her hand fall from her rapier. "A woman can't be too careful now, can she?". Claudia replied with a sincere look to him. Quite amazed was she as well to discover the man was a Drow. "Forgive my rudeness earlier, my dear. It's just a force of habit when you frequent these large cities. You never know who or what is lurking behind the corner. Ah, but thank you for lovely compliment. I'm glad you enjoyed it. Maybe you would like to hear me perform again, tonight at the Gilded Tankard?"

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"Not much different than anywhere else I suppose, as long as your the observant type and keep your eyes open, you should be alright." exclaimed the Drow, giving her a brief look over.

Elkko took silent notice of her sudden change of perception towards him, his eyebrows raised. He cleared his throat before proceeding to speak to her again. "It's nothing, I speak the truth is all, you do draw quite the crowd and... I do suppose I have the coins, my purse is much more fortunate tonight, the singing is quite pleasant, to the ears I mean." Elkko spoke to the women like he was some kind of nobleman or a higher class figure but he was little more than a street urchin.

"I'll stop by, should be quite the spectacle indeed." He added, sort of mimicking the male he had talked to and robbed so little ago.

[Assistant] For a street urchin, he had a rather charming persona Claudia thought, and quite the handsome face. She was indeed wrong to think he was a dastardly brigand. She had to wonder though how he had aquired so much wealth. Nevertheless, Claudia smiled and bid him farewell, but as she turned to go the other way, she stopped, turning around briefly. "Pray tell, Drow, what is your name?" She asked of him.

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He gave her a brief farewell in response, giving her a very short smile as she began to walk away from him. Facing upwards, he studied the clouds surrounding the upper city sky before looking back down towards Claudia, who had asked him a sudden question over her shoulder.
Elkko thought on this for a moment, he supposed he could trust her with his name, after all, what harm could this women possibly do? "The name is Elkko, do tell if you don't mind me returning the question, whats yours?"

[Assistant]
"Claudia." She returned with a soft smile. "It was a pleasure to meet you, Elkko. Oh and..." A rather cheeky grin formed across her lips. "Do be careful rummaging through people's pockets next time. You wouldn't want to get on the bad side of the town guards now. Fare thee well." She turned once more to leave, humming to herself as she strolled down the cobblestone road gracefully, her green shawl fluttering in the soft sea breeze.

Elkko, what a fascinating name to a fascinating Drow she thought. A scraggly pickpocket, yet a refined young man. As she tarried on down the street, she thought of him, who he was, where he had come from. She was hoping possibly tonight she would see him again.


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

History
Will Fill in as we go along.

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

[User]
The native frowned slightly as the other woman simply insisted on napping, but refused to comment on it. Unless these people from the tower were different, Charlotte needed to sleep at least a third of the day like everyone else. Still though, the girl listened as Charlotte commented on the 'Great Mothers' and visibly gulped as it was obvious such an idea made the orange haired girl nervous. "Charlotte ... it may not be wise. At least for a few weeks, but preferably after two moons pass in the night sky." Especially for herself, and Cait didn't want to be responsible if Charlotte went to her people on her own. How would they react to such a wolfish person who felt compelled to eat the strong creatures of the world?

She could always ask, but then the initial problem was run into once again. Caitriona eventually came up with an explanation for the other woman. "Our people ... are affected by the season like many other creatures." As the native spoke, she gave the other girl a cursory look. From a certain standpoint, she was attractive. Obviously intelligent. With time, even strong too. Perhaps she was a bit too tall, but overall Cait wouldn't mind enjoying a ...

A blush ran across the girl's face before she shook it off. It would be much worse with one of her own. "Can you afford patience?"

[Assistant]
~Charlotte LaChance~

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Affected...by the seasons? What that even meant, Charlotte had no clue. With a frown, she studied Cait. She had no reason not to trust the native, but...waiting made her annoyed. Always did. She could never sit still if there was something to be done about something. Its one of the reasons she disliked sleeping. Time could be better spent doing something else productive. This, was worse though. Made her annoyed. More than a little irritated as well.

"If I wait too long," Charlotte replied with a sigh, shaking her head. "I might not have a reason to be impatient. But fine. You know your people better than I." She looked towards the ground, frowning. Arguing likely wouldn't get her anywhere. If this was back in Astril she'd just waltz up to the deacon himself and make her demands easily enough. If that failed, she'd do it anyways. But perhaps she was being impatient. She was content to take her time, if a little once she had landed here. At least, enough to make a few things and get acquainted with the weather here. Sturdy rope, things to help her keep warm, illuminating fluid, preserved food...things like that. A few...specialty items to deal with any threats. She had all of that by now.

Another...month or so wouldn't hurt, but the waiting was going to kill her regardless. At least one could never be too prepared.

"I'm going to look for some plants." She needed to take her mind off things. Something, anything as long as she wasn't doing nothing. She started to walk off. Constantly being around this native was starting to become a drain, just a little. She really needed some alone time with some of her books or...well...

She missed the both of them.

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Cait would pout slightly as the other woman left, but used the time to clear her own mind as she walked back into the cave for a bit. Charlotte would find herself moving through the local area, finding various herbs and plants blossoming through the season as she cut them down for ingredients. A few animals seemed to come nearby her as if curious and would give her a surprisingly small space as they seemed to observe her before hopping or running away.

A mile went by as Charlotte continued to look around as the forest grew thicker near a stream, where various prime ingredients were in various stages of growth nearby. As she reached down for one of them however an object swung straight towards Charlotte's face before stopping only a few inches away.

"It's Aislinn!" Less than a foot away from the front of Charlotte was a woman with hair similar to that of Caitriona, although slightly lighter in tone overall. The girl had a slightly more youthful face, and a linen dress dyed pink fell downwards as the girl was inverted. Like Cait, the girl wore a small pack on her back likely containing various useful items that the girl required for day to day usage.

The girl seemed initially disappointed and then surprised as her eyes ran up and down Charlotte's form, as if some outlandish tale she had been told had mysteriously come true. The girl swung forwards slightly, sniffing the air around the black haired woman as a smile crossed her face. "Hello stranger! What brings you into the domain of the mighty Aislinn, Queen of all the lands you have ever seen?" It was hard to tell if the girl was being serious, but her arms gestured to the wide world as if she was claiming her domain.

[Assistant]
~Charlotte LaChance~

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At least the walk helped her clear her head a bit. Being away from everyone - and everything - else always made clearing her head easier. So much easier to think without so much useless noise buzzing around. A few plants were picked up, placing them in her satchel with care after examination. For the most part, she ignored the animals. Fuzzy, little balls of fleas. At least there wasn't any dogs. She hated dogs most of all. Large, furry, mongrels...that liked...licking everything. Ugh. Eventually, finding a small stream she hadn't been to before she found a few plants. As she reached down to pick one up, something quite unexpected happened.

And whoever this 'Aislinn' was, was quite lucky she left most of her self-defense concoctions back in the cave. One does not simply 'surprise' someone out in the middle of a forest! Queen? Of all these lands? While not impossible, this particular queen didn't look very...queenly. Not that she didn't exactly have ever met any queens, but the barbarian tribes sometimes had queens, and that one nation to the south had an 'Empress'.

Standing up, it was clear from her look she didn't entirely believe her.

"I don't have time for you." Charlotte replied, ignoring this...woman completely. She was younger than even Cait, was, wasn't she? No way she could be queen, and even if she was, wasn't like Charlotte had any obligation to be overly nice to her. She walked past her, walking over to a fruit bearing bush nearby and plucking a few berries from its leaves.

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The native watched as the black haired woman simply ignored her, pouting as she swung around on the branch and landed behind the other woman with a backflip displaying amazing agility. "H-heyy! You must have time for the Queen! Bow before me!" Aislinn seemed frustrated as the other woman continued to ignore her however, and after tapping her foot on the ground impatiently for a few seconds the girl practically jumped over Charlotte and landed before her, once again demonstrating her impressive agility.

If the other woman bothered to look, she would see an additional detail the short girl seemed to have: painted markings running along her body the same color as the 'average' hue of her hair. And as the girl landed, they seemed to maintain that color for a few seconds until they faded to almost being the same pale as the rest of her skin. "The great mothers told me of an alchemist in the woods who had the teeth of a wolf! That's you, isn't it! Awww, they are so cute!" Aislinn was close to the other girl's face, seeming to peer into her mouth as if this was the strangest thing in the world. "They said you had Cait with you, right? Can you tell your Queen where she is, please?"

The girl was practically bouncing up and down as she asked again though in a rather childlike and excited manner - if she was royalty, Cait's people had a strange expectations for it.

[Assistant]
~Charlotte LaChance~

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Charlotte stopped walking as Aislinn spoke. It became increasingly clear that perhaps this person was at least being somewhat serious, or at least she believed herself to be queen at the least. Cute comments and odd markings aside, a few things here were certain.

1. This 'Aislinn' was of the same people as Cait.
2. She was looking for Cait
3. Cait said returning for a few months might be a bad idea
4. She had no clue what this Aislinn was capable of.
5. The rabbit...said someone named Aislinn had started a search for something.
6. Conclusion: Aislinn was looking for Cait for some reason, and Cait likely didn't want to be found.

"First, you're not 'my queen', so I have no obligation to do anything for you." Charlotte placed both hands on her hips, leaning over slightly to put herself more on level with the smaller woman. Blue eyes stared at her in a somewhat cannoyed manner as she spoke. "Secondly, I don't know where Cait is." She continued. Not a lie - she didn't know where she was that exact moment. Lying completely about her would be bad though, since she seemed to already know. "Thirdly, I am busy," She poked Aislinn on the forehead with a single finger. "So I am not entertaining you." That said, Aislinn did mention the great mothers that Cait did. Maybe there was something she could do here? And if she went off wandering again, she might find Cait. Hm...Charlotte started walking again.

"Maybe if you help me though, I could finish earlier."

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Not ... not her queen? How could this woman? A look of frustration crossed Aislinn's face. How could this woman see through her disguise - didn't royalty just declare themselves 'divine privilege' or something like that to rule? Had she done it wrong? The native contemplated for a moment as the other woman told her to buzz off, earning a sad pout from the fire haired girl as her head was forced backwards slightly by Charlotte's forceful finger.

Help though? It wasn't as if Aislinn had much to do aside from search, and if the other woman went back to her place Caitriona would be there too, right? The short girl placed a single foot ontop of a small rock, smiling off into the world. "As Queen, it is my job to help with my subjects troubles! Especially if it guides me further on my valorous quest!" Did Queens speak like that or the heros? She wasn't really sure, so she just continued going with it. "Tell me my lady what you require so I can aid you!"

[Assistant]
~Charlotte LaChance~

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This girl.

Was ridiculous.

In a somewhat charming and endearing way, but also annoying.

Well, there was something she could do here to alleviate all problems.

"You want to help, then? Fine." Charlotte said with a huff. "You probably know these woods better than I. So go find me some things. I need a basic fire-based solution. Some sort of red colored flowers should do nicely. Some of those purple berries that grow around here should be useful for the second. Lastly bring me some," Well, normally she'd ask for meat but considering what would likely happen if she did. "One of those coconuts from the beach. For an ingredient and something clean enough to use as a mixer."


[System]
Age:23
Alignment: The Beacons (The New Templars)
Profession: spy/hacker/tactician

Appearance and Personality

A bit more than 5'8'' tall, Eirwen's height is just enough to stand out, but not enough to make those around her uncomfortable. She has rather large eyes which change colour from light grey to deep blue depending on her surroundings, clothes, and mood, and are a great contrast to her pale skin. Her hair is white naturally, but she dyes it frequently, both because she finds white hair quite boring and because it reduces the possibility of her being recognized, even if such is quite low. She talks in clear voice, usually in casually polite manner suitable for her standings. While at work she goes straight to the point and doesn't like adding any details which don't stand in immediate connection to the topic. Overall, she can make her presence noticeable, if she wants to, but she prefers to remain in shadows, close enough to see everything, not close enough to draw unneccessary attention.
Eirwen's personality was reshaped so many times, that even those close to her are not sure she actually possesses one. While being a Templar, she follows their code of honour and justice, and has inherited all traits of her noble family. However, no one can say with certainty that her nobility comes from heart and isn't another mask she wears out of the sense of duty.
What remains unquestionable is her ability to control herself without a flaw. There is no such surprise that would make her change her forever calm expression or light a sparkle in those cold eyes. The code name "Ice Queen" wasn't an accident, and Eirwen wears it as if it was her given name.
Since she spends most of her time pretending to be someone else, she doesn't mind being alone when there is such a possibility. Her interests rotate around art, music, and literature. She is gifted in singing.

Special skills

Eirwen specialises in intelligence gathering. She has remarkable knowledge of technology which allows her to hack into various systems without a trace. She is a skilled actress capable of performing any role which only contributes to her value as an undercover agent. Her combat skills are corresponding to both the New Templars' and the Beacons' highest standards, although usually she stays out of battles as tactical support. She is especially proficient in 1 vs. 1 combats, but being surrounded by a dozen of enemies she has much better chances to get away safely rather than to bring them all down.

Armour

Eirwen prefers light armour which is designed more for swift escapes and keeping her alive rather than direct clash with the opponent. Due to the nature of her work she is always cautious and has to take care of herself not being caught unaware. The custom-made design allows her to move with as little sound as possible and doesn't hinder the smallest of her movements. It contains a lot of hidden pockets where she stores weapons, supplies, portable devices, and data units. Her armour is strong enough to take several blows, but it is definitely not enough to survive in the middle of the battle.
While not wearing it, Eirwen's clothes of choice are practical yet elegant. She pays a lot of attention to her looks, having all her garments carefully selected and matching her style.

Weapons

Following the traditions of spies for thousands of years, Eirwen's weapon of choice is a dagger. She carries a pair of them in her sleeve pockets, easy to hide and easy to slide in her hands, if needed. As any Templar, she is capable of wielding a sword and possesses one, but since the time she has been dispatched on an undercover mission, it remains in her room. Aside from daggers, Eirwen's usual set includes a medium-sized riffle and a syringe gun. She carries mainly two types of syringes, one with deadly poison, another with short-term memory erasing medicine. The first kind is used mainly for assassination of strategically important targets, another to make the enemy forget ever meeting her. The effect can be delayed, giving her enough time to take care of her alibi, if necessary.

A.I.

Eirwen's A.I. "Athena" serves mainly as information provider. Aside from life stats, weapon and armour condition, Athena can scan the area around Eirwen for present life forms and hidden devices, and calculate possible courses of actions. Although A.I.'s possibilities are quite broad in defining the best options, Eirwen prefers to use it only for data input while making the decisions on her own. She thinks that using A.I. for decision-making can cloud one's mind and reduce the sharpness of reactions. Upon approaching someone without armour or other special protection, Athena can provide information about their life stats, helping Eirwen to understand what kind of emotions the person in front of her is experiencing and, most importantly, if they are telling the truth.
Athena is also planted into Eirwen's headset, which she wears most of the time when not wearing her armour. While hacking the A.I. helps to determine the loops and holes which can be used to access the system. Eirwen can communicate with the New Templars only through Athena and its unique signature is required to allow the communication through a secured channel. While talking through any communicator, Athena automatically modifies Eirwen's voice each time using a new modification pattern to avoid any possibility of suspicion.

Biography

Eirwen Dailon belongs to a prestigious family of Dailons who have served the monarchy for generations. So when the New Templars were formed, Dailons promptly supported the organization. Since all the members were already engaged in one or another kind of service, they had to wait a few years before the youngest daugher of the family could join the Templars as a "knight".
Eirwen has received the best education and training possible, excelling in everything she was taught. During her early times within Templars she served mostly as a scout and intelligence gatherer. However, after discovering her skills in hacking and her ability to play any role given, she was appointed full-time as the member of secret intelligence service. She was one of a very few who were dispatched to infiltrate the Free Men.
The secret intelligence department developed several cover stories, one for her infiltration legend and the rest distributed between the actual Templars. Most of them suggested Eirwen being relocated to far-off units, where only the higher-ups could access her. Her code name "Ice Queen" is known to almost every soldier of the units she was providing information for, but only the chief of secret intelligence department and the commander of New Templars know her true identity.
To successfuly infiltrate the Free Men, Eirwen was willingly sedated with memory erasing substances. Before it happened she was hypnotised to recover her memory under influence of particular outside triggers. It took her three months to recover completely and be able to actually do her job. Agents already within the Free Men took care of her equipment to enable her communication with the New Templars.
Eirwen started in data analysis department. Recently she has been promoted to the chief tactician for the Beacons. During her years within organisation she rewrote most of the software used by her department, planting her own points of access for future uses. While having access to all the information about the Beacons' operations, she delivers it directly to the Templar units affected, however, only after careful consideration in order not to ruin her cover. She also provides information about past operations for the New Templars to analyse. Her ultimate mission is to make a career within the Beacons and reach close enough to their leader. She takes orders directly from Jason Bellhan and him only, and those orders are quite rare, anyway. She has a leave to use any resources available that can serve her purpose, as long as civilian population isn't affected.
After being promoted Eirwen reports only to Isaac and his closest generals. She uses her real name "Eirwen" she has "remembered", but she denies remembering her family name. Her cover personality is an odd mixture of a technology geek who pays no attention to other matters (regretfully for many male and some female members of the Beacons) combined with a surprisingly easy-going person when it comes to daily communication. She constantly impresses those around her with new ideas of system optimisation or original tactical manoeuvres, so they would not forget about her. All the tactical "fails" happening because of her leaking information turn out to be the mistakes of other tacticians, with undeniable evidence behind their actions.

[User]
"Be it known that it is the year three thousand four fifty three. "A male voice said in his helmet. A young man sighed and looked down at the world beneath him. He was in geostationary orbit over the Alps. He sat inside a small pod in a reentry suit. It was old fashioned but it was a rush to do. The voice chimed up again. "Please explain to me why we are here instead of training?" The voice said clearly bothered. "Oh come now Durendal. This is fun! Also jumps like these may be needed should things go wrong during a mission. These suits can survive reentry from high orbit. "The young guy said as he looked at the planet. The pod door opened and a chime played. He got up and looked down. "Well fortune favors the bold. "He said as he pushed off the pod and the gravity kicked in.

"My sensors indicate that we will arrive at the hold in two minutes. Ben we need to activate the propulsion systems. This suit is so bulky..." Durendal complained as he fell. Ben saw the heat coming off his suit as they entered the atmosphere. After a minute he began to settle out and began to land. He fell past the hold into one of the valley's nearby. He landed with a thump.

"Hell yah!" He said as the reentry suit came off revealing a smaller less bulky suit. "We are to report to the War Room. The commander wants us there. "The AI said as Ben got to the hold. He walked in, his face bright red from the thrill. "Sorry for being late Boss. "He said as Durendal materialized on his shoulder. The AI had the form of a young man wearing an laurel crown. Ben sat down still smiling. "You guys have to orbital jump. It's a rush!" The young man said smiling.

[Assistant]
Jason

At first, Jason didn't glance up from the floor at Klaus and Ben's arrival, lost in thought as he was oft prone to be. But, eventually- At the sound of Adam clearing his throat- he looked up and nodded to the pair.
"Klaus, Ben. Glad to see you both made it, I was beginning to wonder if you'd slipped on some ice."

Apparently, he didn't even register the fact that he'd kept them waiting for his response for a solid ten minutes, making Ben's lateness... Rather redundant. He straightened with a crack of his neck, gesturing for Ben to stand and giving a meaningful look to the holo-table in front of him, directing all of their attention to the space-station imaged there.
"We lost JCS again, and this time the Free Men are looking to make it permanent. Our entire garrison was killed and spaced, and all communications with the station have been severed, excluding internal Free Men messages. Somehow, in the week it took us to find out, they had -this- installed."

He tapped a point on the image, blowing up the turret and its surrounding space again for their viewing.
"Anti-craft turret. This scan is nearly three days old- They probably have more than one of these now. But one is bad enough. With that turret functioning, no ship bigger than a civilian leisure boat is getting within ten thousand miles of that station without turning into a bunch of floating scrap metal... Which, of course, means we're being sent almost to the moon. In a civilian leisure boat. Hope you boys brought sun-screen."

Ah, the dry humor of a man not pleased with upcoming tasks.

Isaac

Isaac glanced over his shoulder to Mcdougal, shrugging slightly at his comment and turning away from the window.
"I'm always expecting trouble, Mcdougal. That way the only surprises I have are pleasant ones."

He hardly had his favorite phrase out before the rather... Impressive form of Cesare made it into the room, smaller brother on his back as always. Unlike most, Isaac had never been intimidated by Cesare- Nor had he found Julis strange in the slightest. He liked both of them, found them interesting- But he expected Cesare, at least, had agendas outside of helping the Free Men. Until those came to rise, however, Isaac would always continue to treat the two as he treated everybody else- Like friendly equals among free people.
"Cesare, Julis. Glad to see you both. Excuse me if I get directly to business on this, but Julis, I had a job specifically for you, after this meeting. I need you to suit up and go outside, help the engineers with the turrets. I want the numbers perfect, and nobody does them better than you. And where the devil is Eirwen? She's usually here first."

He glanced about with a slight frown, speaking rather rapidly compared to his usual easy-going manner. He either had one too many coffees, or that chill running up his spine was beginning to grate on his nerves. Either way, it was rather amusing to see.

[User]
Immediately, Klaus' AI, Rommel, spoke up.

"Wie ist das möglich? Die Logistik für eine solche schnelle Änderung... Zu denken, dass wir es nicht erkennen..."

Klaus nodded.

"Rommel brings up an interesting point, Commander. The rebels must be utilizing considerably more advanced equipment than previously known, in both the transportation and construction fields, in order to have set up these guns undetected within the span of a week. Just shipping the parts for it must have taken a few days, and it probably had to be welded on site. The fact that this scan is three days old is only more disturbing."

Klaus glanced at the holo projection, rubbing his chin.

"Don't we have an agent on board that station?"

[Assistant]
"I believe the devil won't be able to verify my location," Eirwen spoke entering. She approached the room just while Isaac was commenting on her absence. "However, according to my AI, there are still 12 seconds before the official meeting, so in fact I am too early. Unless there was a system crush, and then I need to rewrite some of the modules, time calculation included". She was serious about both the 12 seconds and the rewriting part. Everyone knew that their tactician hated mistakes and foggy data. She preferred flawless exactness.

"My systems work perfectly fine, my lady," said Athena in somewhat sulking voice materialising on her owner's shoulder. Usually Eirwen didn't have her visible, but in front of the others it was kind of a custom to show off with their AIs. Athena was shaped as a lean young woman with long curly hair reaching her waist, part of which was sealed with a comb. She was dressed in a long chiton, clothes popular around four thousand years ago, and in her hands she was holding a large sphere. Eirwen wrote her model design herself, to make her more or less fitting for her name.

"I checked the time using the exact location coordinates, planet movement map, and the distance to the Sun at this point." continued the AI. Eirwen chuckled at such report.

"Looks like I am still too early, chief," she said looking at Isaac.


[System]
Age: Unknown

Gender: Male

Species: Human

World of Origin: A version of Earth where the only difference was that some people have special abilities. The abilities are countless, but they always come with a drawback. An organization was created to remove these people with abilities from the world: Beschutzer, shortened to Bes

There was another organization that was created to protect these people. It is know as Wehren, These two organizations have been at odds with each other for years.

Are you a member of TRIDENT? No

Are you one of those seemingly normal people? No

XIII stands at about six feet tall. He has brown hair that goes down to the base of his neck on the side of his head that isn't burnt. His body is covered in scars, the largest one being a Y-shaped scar that goes from each shoulder to the bottom of his ribcage. His namesake is in the form of a tattoo on the back of his left hand. Usually, he dresses in heavy clothing to keep him from getting any kind of chill. Unfortunately, he was sleeping when he was taken, so he is only wearing light clothing.

Abilities and skills: XIII has the ability to control, create, and not be harmed by fire. or extreme heat. However, the drawback to that ability is that the moment he gets cold, he can't create, control or be immune to fire or extreme heat.

Combat wise, XIII is competent in hand to hand combat, and he can shoot a gun alright.

Strengths and Weaknesses: The ability to control fire can be quite useful in most situations, as well as not being able to be burnt. Anything he wears also seems to be immune to the fire. If he gets cold, he starts getting sick and is unable to control his abilities at all.

He is quite level headed, and it takes a lot for him to get angry. If he does get angry, pity the poor soul that did that.

He is also afraid of sudden fire he did not make or cannot control

History: XIII can't remember anything prior to his captivity at a Bes holding facility. He was a part of a program that was to break the prisoners and force them to work for Bes. It would be labeled as a success considering the other twelve subjects were broken. XIII was the last holdout, and he would have broke as well had an extraction team from Wehren not freed him from his imprisonment.

After that, XIII joined an extraction team and helped rescue people being chased from Bes, or helped free them from holding facilities like the one that had held him. The last mission he was on, however was an utter failure. XIII and his crew were led into a trap by someone they thought of as an ally. This trap lead to the death of XIII's close friends.

That wasn't where it stopped, though. While they were able to rescue everyone from the facility that once held XIII, Their own facility was attacked during the mission. There were countless deaths. With no where to go, they went to the mansion of a man who helped fund Wehren.

It was during the night when he was torn across the rift.

Personality: XIII is a serious man, but that doesn't get in the way of his dry sense of humour or the smart remarks he makes.

[User]
Vata woke up, energized and for the first time since he arrived in this world, he felt safe. While he couldn't remember much of what happened between the last thing he could remember in his home and waking up in this bed, what he could remember was not very pleasant. None of that mattered now, since he was warm, safe, and comfortable. Not even stopping to examine the room he got up in, he strolled right out of it. He noticed that he was in a hallway with other rooms in it, with all of their doors open for some reason. It was only then that he realized that the rather comfortable clothes that he was wearing were not his own. While that was somewhat concerning, more concerning was how utterly unfashionable they were. If it wasn't for how comfortable they were, he would consider going back into the room he was in to search for his clothes.

Putting aside that thought, it occurred to him that he had absolutely no idea where he was. Being the incredibly clever person that he was, Vata turned left and walked into the first open door he saw. He was greeted with the sight of a rather unpleasant-looking man lying down in a bed of unfamiliar design with an outfit similar to his own. Shocked by the man's appearance, he was tempted to turn around and leave the room, but perhaps this person would have some idea of where they were.

"Uh, hello. I don't know if we've met before, but my name is Vata."

Vata fidgeted nervously for a moment. He was terrible at introductions, and this was definitely not his best. Trying to salvage the situation, he decided that it would be best to just get to the point.

"Would you happen to know where we are right now, by any chance?"

[Assistant]
The man was shaded in the doorway, the lamp barely reaching that far, but even still Herbert could see he was dark-skinned and gaunt. Suddenly self-conscious, Herbert straightened out his nightmare-crumpled blanket and sat up slightly straighter. His face was all angles, with a flint jawline and a bold nose. Clearly, this man was no doctor; he had flannel pyjamas quite similar to Herbert's, but he held some fleeting familiarity that was gone before it gained too much traction and stumbled upon a grim realisation.

"Hello Vata." The name was ridiculous, but Herbert had already placed him as an exotic and figured his name was probably quite common wherever he came from.

It was the question that caught Herbert off-guard, his eyes briefly widening, before he regained control of his face and restored the outward calm façade of everyday. He studied Vata briefly, a fidgeting man with apparent short-term memory loss. Too young for it to be dementia surely, but perhaps Huntington's disease. Regardless, he likely was already receiving treatment, and Herbert felt rather selfishly that neither party would benefit from each other's presence; he had no desire to speak to the mentally impaired. Best be rid of him as quick as he could.

"We're in a hospital my good fellow," Herbert began cordially, a thin smile upon his lips, "Your doctor will no doubt be along soon. Be a good chap and get back to your room. He will want to see you for sure."


[System]
Age/Race/Gender: 31, Human, Male

Appearance: Kotze is unassuming enough; 6'0 with a lean build, clean cut, eyes a little sharp, but who isn't these days? Beneath the loose-fitting clothes is a different man. His flesh is a twisted mess of knotted keloid scars, patchy burns, and the occasional missing chunk of meat sometimes replaced with black biomechanical muscle grafts but other times simply absent. It's a miracle the man can even walk, let alone live, with the extensive damage done to his body. A keen eye can detect ink interspersed between mangled flesh and bionics, once bright and vibrant but now coated with raised scars. Whatever the tattoos once represented are now lost to all but Kotze.

Occupation: Intelligence Operative

Weapons: Kotze carries a simple AAC Model 9 pistol with an inbuilt suppressor and double stacked magazine for a maximum capacity of fifteen .45 rounds. The weapon is easily concealed in his jacket or waistband. Kotze also typically has a standard 9 inch combat knife from hilt to tip somewhere on his person, because hey, ya never know.

Armor: Kotze's only "armor" is the Kenshiro Systems Stealth Suit, a lightweight catsuit interlaced with duraweave to protect him from only the smallest caliber weapons. The suit's real function is the mimetic polycarbon installed in the fabric, which is connected to Kotze's subdermal implant that allows him to blend into his environment like a chameleon. The suit fits comfortably beneath the civilian clothes he typically wears.

Items:
Plastech Deck VI: Kotze's data pad is inconspicuous enough, appearing to be a 6"x3" transparent piece of glass with a typical neon interface. However, the device has been heavily modified to jack into and hack simple electronics like doors, computers, and low-level security systems. The readout is linked to Kotze's cybernetic optic nerve, and the screen can change to display more "innocent" material while his eyes pick up the pad's true content.

Alpharotec (2 bottles): A prescription medication that functions similar to an immunosuppressant given to patients to prevent their body from rejecting transplanted organs, only Alpharotec stops Kotze's immune system from rejecting his cybernetics. The drug must be taken once every 24 hours to prevent rejection, which leads to fever, loss of control over implants, and in Kotze's case, that results in death. Additionally, the drug is rare, since so few are afflicted with rejection, so the dependency is expensive.

AAC Smart Mines: A small circular metal disk, about three inches in diameter and half an inch in height, these little mines don't pack much of a punch, but do well in a pinch. Kotze can carry about three on his person without drawing attention to himself, two stun and one fragmentation.

Skills:

Tradecraft: Having approached his previous occupation with a sort of "jack-of-all-trades" mentality, Kotze has a laundry list of covert abilities with which he is reasonably acquainted, including hacking, trailing, stenography, cryptography, interrogation, and so on. He is a professional liar and skilled wordsmith as well, able to pump targets for information without them ever knowing. Though not an expert in any of these fields, Kotze's versatility often gives him the needed edge.

Cyborg: Kotze's clandestine abilities are further enhanced by his cybernetic implants. His left arm is replaced entirely by a prosthetic, a Blackhammer Bionic Muscle Graft. Kotze's muscles on his left arm has been completely stripped away from the bone, replaced with a corded black synthetic muscle that weaves into his torso. While the replacement is slightly tougher than human flesh, the real advantage lies in the quick-twitch neuron receivers that allow Kotze to move his left arm with increased dexterity and speed. The synthetic flesh still relies on Kotze's blood to operate and can be difficult to repair. Kotze is also equipped with an OptiNerve Mk. III Targeting and Identification Unit, a simple optic nerve replacement that hooks up to a Net chip in Kotze's brain. The tech features a facial recognition system which then accesses the individual's public (and private, if available) records on the net. The OptiNerve has two other features, a simple zoom and a night-vision modification. However, this is older tech, and his left eye will noticeably glow neon blue when the features are in use. Finally, Kotze is the proud owner of the Kenshiro Systems Subdermal OctoCamo System Version 5.3, a thin, transparent layer beneath his skin and over his muscle grafts that, when activated, mimics the color and pattern of his surroundings. Kotze possesses a stealth suit wrapped in the same material as well, and has embedded microchips that link the two together. The system can also hide his thermal signature for short periods of time as well. Overall, the camouflage is only convincing from a distance or in the dark. Additionally, Kotze has had many major organs and much of his nervous system swapped with cybernetic replacements, though they function almost identically to a normal human body. All of these systems run off of a neural chip in his cerebral cortex, making him extremely vulnerable to EMPs.

Well-Travelled: Kotze's seen much of the universe, and he's picked up a few friends and tricks along the way. He's skilled enough in most of the major Federation languages to navigate their planets without issue, and is well-versed in their customs and traditions. In his travels, Kotze's also accumulated a fair amount of friends and people who owe him favors, though the line between the two is often blurred.

Powers: Once upon a time, Kotze had the ability to bend another's will into his own with powerful mind control. However, his extensive cybernetic nervous system has reduced this power to practically nothing, and he has little agency over when it is activated. The "mind control", if you can call it that, manifests itself as intermittent spurts of intense charisma or low levels of feeling of trust and attraction for longer periods of time.

[User]
Tibulass listened closely as Stryker spoke, if only because her ears were forcing herself to due to the sensitivity. It was about halfway through another sip of coffee that Stryker brought up how the door was apparently open. The sudden admittance of that was enough to cause Tibulass to choke on her coffee. A few moments of brief panic passed before Tib placed the drink down, taking one deep breath before she looked at Stryker with a darkened scowl. "... I always close that door... did you... sneak a peak?" Tib tilted her head to the side jokingly, but the red on her face was enough to convey embarrassment. She knew the door was closed, for certain, or she knew it was closed when she walked in.

Then again... she did use his shower.

After the panic and such was aside, the rundown of the next few hours was given. It wasn't much time, but it was most certainly enough to go and buy more clothes for her. All she bought last night was a toss-around set, she still needed a fair amount of clothes. Tibulus had tons of old clothes, but they were all for small-sized men. Except for the bomber jacket, though. That was way too good to get rid of, even without the fact that it was a size or two too large.

As she was walking out of the Revenant, Tib pulled her communicator out of a small bag she carried on her. Sure, it was a throw away and cheap one, but it was reliable before then. Dialing up Stryker, the girl walked towards the nearest department store while checking the bag for the cash she carried around.

"I'll be back before long. I need to go grab a few more clothes and other things." The viking paused hesitantly, finally exhaling as she spoke again. "Don't... leave without me. Please." Ugh... those words felt awful. They were too genuine for the viking's taste.

[Assistant]
Stepdad

Varrus turned his gaze away from his equipment and toward Kotze. Just an examination on the shoulder? Are you sure? Varrus tilted his head downward to mimic disappointment since his face couldn't really give others a reading. That's a shame, the potato scooper really would have help bring out those pretty eyes. He said as he slowly put away an actual potato scooper. He walked over to Kotze and then stepped behind him to examine his shoulder. Did you dislocate it? That's what it looks like. I'll pop it back in place. Just relax. It's your first time with me so I'll be gentle....sorry. That came out wrong.

Varrus bent the affected side's elbow to 90 degrees. He began to grip the the elbow with both hands and apply a traction away from Kotze. Taking one hand off the elbow and placing it on the forearm. He slowly externally rotated the elbow. He continued to maintain traction on the elbow with his other hand. He listned for a popping sound and felt the shoulder. He waited to feel the ball of the humerus back in its socket.

That should do it. Varrus took his hands off of Kotze and walked over to his table. I'm required to document all the injury and the procedure taken to fix the injury. I also need to document if any medications are administered. Would you like for me to pescribe you something? I could give you something simple for the pain though it won't be unbearable. On the other hand, my specialty in the medical field was augmentation and biochemistry, I'm always looking to test new chemicals I have developed. I could give you something I created and see the results.

Varrus walked over to one of his cases and opened to reveal several syringes and vials of strange liquid. You don't have to if you don't want to but I'm sure I could pay you back. I'm a doctor, I do have a fortune that the alliance never got their hands on. I could pay you for the time. Varrus then turned to face Kotze. I could help with other things as well. For one, those weak exercises you do to keep us out your mind won't do. My specialty was forcefully extracting info from someone's mind during interrogation. Also, as Illtihids, telepathy is our main form of communication. Keeping us out is always more difficult. I could train you to strengthen your mind if you wish.


[System]
Age: 19
Sex: Male
Gender: Male
Height: 5"10
Major: English
Occupation: Freelance Newspaper Journalist
Hobby: Writing, reading, going for walks, relaxing at a park, being sarcastic and snarky
Personal Theme-Music: Moonsetter
Example of Speech: "I'm going to laugh when one of you guys inevitably hurt yourself doing something dumb."
Example of Action: Paul couldn't help but roll his eyes at the others. He sighed, eventually agreeing to go along with their idea.
Description of Voice: His voice is a bit low-pitched, and calm sounding, if not a bit impatient at times. When he's teasing or being snarky, you can practically hear the sarcasm dripping off his voice.

Physical Appearance: He's light-skinned with an average but trim body type. He has somewhat short but unkempt black hair, as well as dark blue eyes. He has glasses, though he almost never wears them and prefers contacts instead. His clothes are often casual wear, such as a jeans and T-shirt combo, though dresses more professionally when working or meeting up with friends in order to make a good impression.

[User]
"Hi, I don't think we're lost specifically, but if you know where the, um… Cottage, that Victoria Rohde is staying at we'd appreciate the help getting there, I think."

"Victoria! That's her name!" Casey said as she finally remembered the girl's name. She had only met her earlier that day and had completely forgotten. "That was bothering me..." Casey's voice trailed off as the others gave her a rather puzzling look. "Uhh, yeah. The cottage. I was gonna head there in a few actually. That Victoria girl invited me over earlier today. I just need a quick shower," she looked at the black grease marks on her arms and tank top. "You might wanna wait for me. You see this road?" she pointed down the road, "It's all kinds of straight. You wouldn't want to get lost," she grinned.

"No but seriously, if someone would wait," she looked at the three guys, "it would be great. I wouldn't wanna have to walk alone. There's, y'know, bears and... well, yeah." She made her way passed the group and toward the store. "This is my place actually and it'll take all of ten minutes." More like thirty but she wasn't gonna say that. "You don't all have to wait. But if you want, you can come in for a few." She opened the front door in a welcoming gesture.

[Assistant]
Dear sweet Jesus above, that giggle is adorable. "Oh, Canada! Nice! I have an auntie there, but she sounds less French and more... American I suppose. Wow, that sounds awful," Jim laughed. He could only laugh. He wasn't sure if it were racist or not, but if he played it off as bad wording or a poor joke it may slide easier. "It's alright, don't worry about it. Excuse my cultural ignorance," he replied to her apology. He watched as the group turned to walk up the road, but was startled by yet another voice. A female voice. Oh good, less junk in the inbox, he thought privately. The ratio stood at 4:3, guys outnumbering gals. Unfortunate odds. Jim had never been totally successful with the fairer sex, often relying on the girl liking him as much as he her. He wasn't particularly well versed in managing to win a girl over. Dom, however, did not have that issue. He was all talk and the women adored him. Jim hadn't seen Henri in action before, due to the distance, but if the shy personality he was displaying at the moment signaled anything it was that he was going to be the life of the party once he got a drink in him. He didn't know anything about Paul besides his name. He seemed a lot like Jim though, self-contained but not introverted, outgoing but not the centre of attention.

Jim watched as the dark-haired mechanic babbled away. There was a certain... odour about her. Sweet and strong and... dank? Yeah, there was that smell he definitely smelled. She described the road they would have to travel to get to the cabin, a long winding road of straight where one step off the path would make you right next to the path and not lost at all. "I'll wait for you, I ain't afraid of no bears," Jim joked, putting his hands up like a boxer and balancing on his tip toes. He grinned and dropped his arms by his sides. "But if there are bunnies I'm not staying. You can fend for yourself. I got bit by a bunny once," Jim said, half-joking and half-explaining. They were cute but he sure wouldn't be trying to feed one ever again, not after it chomped through his right index finger nail in one swift motion when he was about six. Vicious little balls of adorable. "Henri, you want to come with me?" he asked his cousin, knowing the answer would be yes. Jim didn't feel comfortable leaving him alone with others he didn't know, and Henri would probably prefer to stay with Jim anyway. He turned to Dom. "Hey bud, can you take this for me? Put it in the room with nicest view," he said, glancing at the Canadian girl unconsciously and then swinging his backpack at his friend.

The swimmer followed the mechanic, Casey was her name, to her home. Nice by all standards, if not a little dusty on the outside from gravel and dust being ejected from underneath tires and the admittedly lacking wind to carry it to the outer walls of the house. He smiled as she welcomed them into her home. Stepping inside, it was nothing remarkable. No dead bodies hanging from the rafters, ready for carving. No inbred deformed mass murderer. Everything so far was horrifyingly normal, this house included. It was homey, with newspapers and tv remotes lying where they would in his house, a fully functioning washing machine, a cold fridge. It kinda flipped his whole perception of these backwater towns on Jim's head. Horror culture had been lying to him for years, apparently. According to real life, not every backwoods swamp town ate roadkill and murdered tourists. The idea of staying in these woods seemed much tamer, but also much more exciting now. "You have a lovely house, Casey," Jim said as he leaned against the kitchen counter, taking in all the sights and smells of the homestead.

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The few steps Henri took were all he managed to take before he was distracted by the arrival of a greasy girl. She was most likely working here, considering her attire, and Henri didn't judge her for that; he would be lightening his own clothing without a moment of hesitation if the temperature was going to rise any higher. Anything in the 25+ Celsius range would be uncomfortably hot to him.

He didn't catch a lot of the talk that happened since he went ahead a bit, but from what Henri could gather the girl was also going to the cabin, but she'll first clean up. In a surprising move she invited them to join her, the reason being fear of bears, which made Henri lift an eyebrow. Bears actually fear humans for most of the time, so they shouldn't be this much of a problem. Then again, maybe bears are more aggressive across the sea, and he just didn't know. Another thought came to him; usually women would be embarrassed by their disheveled looks and would hurry up to pretty themselves before presenting themselves to other people, but she was different. Getting their hands dirty and not caring if they looked worse for the wear was something she liked in women, though he would never admit it.

Jim made a joke about bunnies (though Henri has seen a hare the size of a dog, so even that joke had some merit to it) and invited Henri to come along. "Of course, serkku." For the moment he didn't want to become separated from Jim, since he didn't know anyone else that well, and would have left him pretty isolated from the rest. Following him, Henri placed his baggage in Dom's Jeep. "Thanks, man. We'll see you later."
Henri followed Casey and Jim, and they went inside. It was well kept, all things considered, and Henri had nothing else to note about the building. He leaned next to the door and nodded to Jim's remark about Casey's house.

[Assistant]
There were a few things for Paul to note after those exchanges: One, he was really glad another girl would be coming along to even out the boy-girl ratio. Two, Paul was slightly embarrassed for having assumed Mélanie was French (her joke about being his Jeanne d'Arc, though it got a humorous chuckle out of him, did not help his confusion), though he was glad for not saying such assumptions out loud. And three, it appeared that the group would already be splitting up, if only for a short time, so that the second girl who was invited (Paul hadn't caught her name yet unfortunately) could come by to the cabin later with some company.

"Well, I guess we should finally get going then," Paul told the other two that were still there. He turned to Dominic, and asked, "You mind giving us a ride, big guy? If there's really bears in these woods and along the path, then I'd kinda rather be in the safety of a car than be walking down the road."

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"I'll wait for you, I ain't afraid of no bears. But if there are bunnies I'm not staying. You can fend for yourself. I got bit by a bunny once," one of the boys replied. She wondered how serious he was about being afraid of rabbits but gave a small laugh anyways. "Henri, you want to come with me?" The other boy, apparently Henri, agreed. Serkku. She wondered if that was the other one's name. "Awesome! Thanks." Casey said smiling. Henri and Serkku dropped their bags in the jeep before joining her.

Casey led the two boys into the convenience store. "Upstairs is the apartment," she said and ushered them up a small staircase to the right of the entrance. "Who are they? I've never seen them before," Ben asked as they passed. "My crack dealers," Casey called down to her father who simply grumbled.

Now upstairs they were in the apartment. The stairs led into the living room where the new television and the obviously old and jealous couch were locked in epic battle for control of the room. Keeping the couch and the television at bay was the small coffee table and watching the three from afar was a tall bookshelf. Then, there was the kitchen separated from the living room by a half-wall. The half-wall stood about three feet high creating a sort of window between the two rooms. Finally, from where the two boys stood, they could see a dark hallway which led passed the bathroom and to the two bedrooms.

As the boys looked around the house Casey grabbed two cold water bottles from the fridge. "You have a lovely house, Casey," Serkku said. Casey could tell her was somehow relieved. What was he expecting? Henri nodded. "Well, thanks. Here, these are for you," she gave them the waters. "You can sit down but don't screw with the tv. My dad is weird and gets crazy when people start messing with it."

Casey disappeared down the hall leaving the two in the living room. She started the water and grabbed a towel before going to her room. There she quickly changed, wrapped herself in the towel, and grabbed clean clothes. She thought for a moment about having two random strangers in her house while she showered... Maybe she should have left them downstairs. She shrugged and decided if anything happened they weren't getting anywhere fast. They lived in the middle of nowhere and Ben was just downstairs. By the time she got back to the bathroom the water was just starting to get warm.

Just before getting out she peeked her head out of the bathroom door. "Remember, no tv!" she called to them.

[Assistant]
After introducing himself, Dominic retreated from the conversation just a bit. There'd be plenty of time to get to know everyone at the cabin, and also he'd been told he could be overwhelming upon first meetings so he was trying to control that. More importantly though, was Jim. Dom was having too much fun watching him interact with Mélanie to interrupt. It was Henri who actually got the group moving, which was a bit surprising. Not two steps later though, another girl joined their group. This was turning out to be an interesting group indeed.

A grin crossed Dominic's face as the topic turned to bears. He wasn't too worried, but then again he'd be making his way to the cabin in the jeep. "Uh yeah, you two stay here and I'll drive the rest of us up to the cabin with our bags," he responded as he caught Jim's bag handily. Rearranging the bags and making room for those of Paul and Mélanie, Dominic nodded when Paul's suggested they get moving. "Yeah let's get going. We can just toss your stuff with the rest and we can get a move on. If you're worried about the bears though, I can honk the horn the whole way down the path. I'm sure that'll keep 'em away." With a low chortle, he grabbed Mélanie's suitcase and hoisted it into the back of the jeep. "You want me to grab that too, or you got it?" he asked pointing at her guitar case. "Friend of mine's real protective of his 'axe' so I wasn't sure."

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Mélanie giggled again at Jim's apparent lack of knowledge about Canada. "Don't worry about it, she must be from, uhm… Alberta or something. Maybe Toronto?" She attempted to see if anything would ring a bell with Jim but it seems as if they'll have to pick up their geographical conversation a bit later.

Mélanie listened to the other girl talk, obviously flirting with some of the guys there. She watched as Jim and Henri walked into the convenience store and laughed when Paul mentioned the possibility of bears in the woods. "Come on, we're not going to get attacked by any bears unless you mess with the little baby ones." She grinned at Paul as the group moved towards the vehicle.

Dominic asked her about the guitar slung over her back. "No, I got it. I'm not, like, overprotective or anything, but I like to have it with me during transport you know? Don't want any chance of it being broken if we hit a bump or something."

[Assistant]
Mélanie and Dominic seemed pretty confident that the bears wouldn't be any trouble. It hardly made him feel any better, seeing as he knew almost nothing about bears other than the fact that they hibernate in the winter, and have the capacity to eat people. That last thought made him shudder.

"If you guys say so, then fine," Paul eventually relented, "Either way, we'll be in the car, so we'll be fine." And so, the three of them climbed into the car. There was plenty of room, even with their luggage sharing space with them. Paul kept his messenger bag with him, his laptop was in it and he didn't want it to get jostled around during the ride.

"So..." Paul began to say as they sat in the car and got ready to go, "How do you two know, er, Victoria? That's her name right?" He definitely didn't want to call her by the wrong name when they made it to the cabin and met her. That would be awkward as hell, to say the least.


[System]
Age: 17
Gender: M

Appearance:
Normal: Rou wears a large black Kamen Rider baseball cap that shades his green eyes and makes his black shaggy hair fan out to shoulder length. He often forgets to shave. He wears a short sleeved button up shirt that is usually left open to show whatever Toku/Anime shirt he has chosen to wear for the day. His light blue jeans are a little stained and torn, but still decent.

Ball Guy: Rou's alter ego is modeled after his Toku heroes. Ball Guy's outfit consists of a stark white spandex suit and a plastic helmet that sports a red hexagon and a green opaque visor. On top of the helmet is a small pair of mini turret "antennas".

Nationality: American

Backstory: All his life Rou has loved Tokusatsu heroes and giant robots, especially combiners. He began collecting Super Sentai robots, gunpla and merchandise when he was 8 and his collection is still growing. He can quote Riders, sing theme songs, and name any mobile suit. However, his biggest problem is that he can rarely discuss his hobbies due to his timidness. This was onset by his first gunpla battle at the local hobby shop. Rou built a simple GM to test the waters of the new game. He was stomped and ridiculed for his inexperience, and quickly left the shop and never returned. He longed for companions to help him. Better yet, a team. Despite his trepidation, he attempted to find friends at a different hobby shop. He laid low, but no one really stood out to him. Rou began to only fight matches in private, fearing what the audience would say about his skills.

Struggling to overcome his fear of confrontation and people, Rou discovered that he wasn't too timid if the opponent didn't know who he was. He began planning a cosplay suit to hide his identity, but could not seem to fathom what mobile suit to base it from. Rou surveyed his shelf. He wanted something simple. Zaku? Nah, cliche. BCUE? Too animalistic. His eyes finally rested on something he constantly over looked. The quaint little cannon fodder known as the Ball. It was perfect. Rou's skills were good enough that he could hold his own with such a puny gunpla, ad it fit his hero theme quite nicely. He finished his suit in a week and went to the shop. People stared, but no one knew who he actually was, and it made Rou feel so much more comfortable. "Ball Guy" was what they called him. He didn't win many matches, but he was well known and rather liked, even if he was just acting like a "gaudy super hero". Rou decided that a simple upgrade would not suffice. He needed something extra. Then it dawned on his. What about...extra balls? IF that was the case then he would need a Flash system, and that's something that an ordinary Ball wouldn't be able to handle. Rou brainstormed. Balls were what made him so renowned in his town, he couldn't just stop using one. He crafted for weeks and weeks until he found a solution. The transforming ball! he could still use the Flash system as a Gundam, but still look like a ball. Weeks later, his prototype was complete. In a private match he quickly lost ground, but once he transformed his Ball, his opponent dropped like a rock. Now he just needed to know how to use his backup Balls. Constantly controlling them would be tedious and require immense effort. As he wracked his brain, the Super Sentai show running in the back ground showed a scene of them calling their mecha together. It was miraculous, and it fit Rou's personality perfectly. He was going to make a Ball Sentai. He began winning his local matches, preferring to keep his Ball Squad's ability a secret. It was for only those eyes he thought deserving. Learning of his fame, he was invited to Neilsen Labs to participate, signing up under the guise "Ball Guy", to keep his identity a secret for just a little longer. The suit had become a crutch, but its ability to keep him calm in social situations was invaluable.

Other information: Rou changes into costume before every match, or constantly wears it if expecting challenges.

Main Gunpla: Round Sentai: Ball Squad!/DAI-BALL-OH!

Scale: 1/144

Based from: Balls

Equipment and Weapons: Fireworks hidden in the tubes of each Ball arm. (Gotta be flashy right?). When combined into a single unit, all attributes are increased due to combined power output and source.

Brigadier Ball (Red Stripe): The Ball Rou Controls and uses to command his squad. It is capable of transforming into a Gundam-esque mobile suit to combine with the rest of the balls to form DAI-BALL-OH!. Chest can fire an extremely powerful beam when connected to the other Balls as power sources.

Blade Ball (Blue Stripe): Right arm of DAI-BALL-OH!. Equipped with four beam beam sabers to be wielded. Unfoldable hand.

Blaster Ball (Green Stripe): Left arm of DAI-BALL-OH!. Equipped with twin beam rifles. A hand folds out from underneath when attached.

Bomb Ball (Yellow Stripe) Legs of DAI-BALL-OH!. Equipped with four tri missile pods, two on each side. Added support on bottom to be used as feet.

Booster Ball (Pink Stripe): Unfolds to become the backpack and cape for DAI-BALL-OH!, very fast but otherwise useless in combat.

Other Gunpla: More Ball modules to be developed.

[User]
Alexis set her GP base then the Strike Freedom after the system chimed off.

"FIELD 1; FOREST" the system chimed off as it 'powered up' her Gunpla, she took a few moments to go over the options the base Gunpla had. While Alexis knew what weapons and defenses the Strike Freedom had, she didn't know how they where laid out. 'I really should have played with this before now ...' she though as she quickly committed things to memory.

[Assistant]
Vince's Victory escaped from the hangar as its three Core Fighters, which split up to hunt for Ball Guy. Rou maneuvered Brigadier Ball just in range of one of the fighters before firing an easily dodgable warning shot from the bazooka on top. All three fighters came after him. Vince was baited way to easily. Ball Guy rushed away with Brigadier Ball, having the Victory Fighters chase him along various asteroids.

Shortly after, Vince grew tired of Ball Guys little game. "Alright you little pink, enough of that." Vince growled. His Victory fighters quickly combined into Gundam form, and he quickly began catching up.

[User] "Dani Hatashi, Musha Gundam, Shinsui!" she called out as she had been placing her gunpla and gp base into the system on pace with Alexis. The musha gundam pushed harder and moved forwards with the launch pad and into the forest. Killing her thrusters, she disappeared into the forest, walking in the over sized tress and trying to keep her suit as silent as possible.

[Assistant]
Ball Guy kept up his game of cat and mouse,.which frustrated Vince severely. Eventually, Vince unsheathed a beam saber, attempting to swipe at Brigadier Ball every chance he could. Ball Guy led him down a long hallway in a broken space station (Imagine the Exia Dark Matter chase).

Vince roared victoriously. "Gotcha."

He lunged forward with his beam saber as Ball Guy input a special command. Arms burst outwards as Brigadier Ball unfolded. The spindly little claw arms became spindly little claw legs. Finally, a Gundam head popped out on top, and the transformation was complete. Brigadier Ball swooped up, latching onto the shoulders of the Victory with its feet, pushing it to the floor before it rocketed out of the hallway.

[User]
Alex was one of the last to enter into the battle room. He had to recover a bit from his choaking. Before he got to the room, Rou had taken off to go "work" on his Brave Gunpla model. Alex thought to himself: "He must really want that Brave built so he could battle with it."

When he enters the room, his eyes grew wide seeing all these Gunpla Battles taking place: "Amazing! Look at them all!" He saw suits ranging from common grunt suits like the GM, Dagger, and the ever popular Zaku models, too special units like the Sinanju, the Dreadnaught Gundam, and even a Victory Gundam painted black that was chasing what appears to be a Ball. Though soon his attention is drawn to one Battle system in the middle of the room that wasn't turned on: "Oh wow..." He walks up to exam it.

Soon someone asks him: "Impressive, isn't it?" Alex turns around to see instructor Satsuki who continues: "Advantage to being the leader of Gunpla Battle Systems means we get to test out the latest models before they go to the public."

Alex: "It sure got my attention. We only have one battle system in town, and it's actually an old PPSE model. Luckily though Yajima GP bases still work on it. We're not exactly the most popular town around."

Satsuki: "Hm, we should try to make sure your home gets the latest system."

Alex soon notices someone familiar is in a battle: "Is that... Alexis? And the Strike Freedom?" He sees that she's in a battle with another girl in a wheel chair using a Musha Gundam.

Satsuki asks: "Friends of yours?"

Alex: "Well I just met Alexis today and saw the other girl often but haven't talked to her yet. And I'm not quite sure how she thinks of me considering I kinda made a fool of myself. Though, i won't let it get me down, it's only the first day after all." He talks to himself: "Everyone's already fighting, i better find myself an opponent too."

Soon there was another voice behind him: "Confident, aren't we?"

Turning around, there was a tall male wearing a uniform looking down at Alex.

Instructor Satsuki knew who he was: "Couldn't stay away from the battle room, couldn't you Grand?"

Alex asks his instructor: "Who's this guy?"

He answers introducing: "Mitchel Grand, he's an attendee here at the labs, though not part of the Summer Academy."

Mitchel explains: "I just wanted to see the newbies here at the labs. And judging back how you act... you must be the biggest newbie here."

Alex was unfazed by his comment and asks: "Should I take that as a compliment or an insult?"

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Grand snickers: "Trying to be the tough guy now?"

Alex: "I'm not trying to be anything, I'm just being me."

Grand noticed he wasn't gonna be affected by words anymore: "Well then, how about we moved from fighting with words, to fighting with Gunpla?"

Instructor Satsuki tries to stop this: "Grand, you know you can't challenge the students here on their first..."

But Alex interjects: "You got a deal. I can't refuse a challenge."

Grand: "You are either confident or a fool accepting my challenge, especially set at Model damage level B instead of C."

Alex: "Sounds good to me."

[User]
"Alexis Voll, Strike Freedom, Launch"

The Strike Freedom shot forward on the catapult a little after Dani's Musha due to Alexis familiarizing her self with her Gunpla's options. As Alexis flew her gunpla forward she drew the dual Beam Rifles stored on the hips, which had the result of swinging the Rail Guns from the back to the side and made them ready for use.

Alexis flew in and under the tree line. Dani had a head start, and given the relative build of the Musha she figured she was hiding in the trees. 'Bloody hell ... this is gonna be tougher then I though, forgot how slow these straight builds are ...' she thought as she started searching for the Musha Gundam on foot, Rifles at the ready.

[Assistant]
As Vincent angrily swore up and down as his Victory regained its composure, Ball Guy swiftly but stealthily sent in his special surprise. Four new Balls entered the field and quickly took position behind a small asteroid, awaiting command.

Vince's Victory flew out of the tunnel, only to meet his foe a short distance away. Brigadier Ball stood gracefully on a single asteroid, arms crossed.

"You've put up a good fight Vince." Ball Guy started. "You transformed and combined your Victory nearly on the spot. However, it was rather...boring."

The four new Ball modules slowly drifted to orbit Brigadier Ball.

"Gunpla is about creativity and imagination. Judging from your simple base suit and lack of customization besides color, you lack these key ideas."

The new Balls began to orbit faster.

"Let me show you a real combiner Vince."

Ball Guy's helmet gleamed brightly as he bellowed loud enough that the whole room could hear and watch.

"ROUND GATTAI....DAI-BALL-OH!"

[User] Happy that the forest was a bit over sized and allowed for her movement to be concealed. She had her sensors up in full and were scanning around herself. She picked up on her scanners movement, taking cover in bunch of trees, getting out her beam rifle and taking aim in the direction, ready to fire if she had visual confirmation.

[Assistant]
The sensors in the Strike Freedom went off for a second 'she's near by' she thought. She stopped and panned the main camera around a bit 'now ... if i was setting an ambush where would a be ...' she thought. The contact hadn't popped up again so she decided to the one thing she felt was best.

She unfolded the Rail Gun, Powered up the Beam Cannon and fired them and the Beam Rifles in the direction of the blip, while activating the energy shields on the arms just in case of a side attack.