[System]
Age: 4
Gender: Appreciates being referred to as Male
Race: Liberated Lightning Elemental
Occupation: Research Assistant, Bodyguard, Storm Chaser, Power Source (?)

Personality: Actually quite friendly and very curious, Vesper cautiously seeks out knowledge in hopes of discovering the magic behind his creation and the other magics that create the realm, and he's a fast learner. He learned the common language just be focusing and listening to the world around him.
 He loves children and playing with them, and he loves it when it thunders and rains. One thing that he longs for is a little more physicality, because he can offer comfort in certain ways, but he cannot really receive it. Unfortunately, Vesper is still quite naïve. He can often be conned or tricked into doing things he wasn't expecting or otherwise, though he refuses to hurt people for the sake of hurting them. That being said, don't talk to them about having a master or inquire into who created him, because he will get very angry very quickly, and that won't be a pleasant experience for anyone.

What's in your bag:
- Nothing but the armor strapped to their back.

Extra: He loves doing chores and helping out around the bar. He can also control his electrical output so that it can do anything from giving you a warm fuzzy feeling to zapping you with a lot of electricity.

[User]
Mr. Scarper Montmorency

Montmorency blinked when the bartender huffed after he had finished his line of questioning. Had he said or did something wrong? Did he commit some offense unknowingly? When the gruff lizardman finally spoke with a rather displeased tone, Scarper turned his head to the right as directed and instantly understood what wrong he had committed. He was erroneous in his assumptions that the Strumpet Inn's owner was male. My, how sexist of him. Women could own businesses and property too, after all! Mentally, he reprimanded himself. What was that silly little saying about making assumptions? Something about...making donkeys? Well, he certainly felt like a donkey, though it didn't show on his face. Turning back just in time to see the lizardman storm off, grumbling.

"Drat. Have I already made such an unfavorable initial impression?"
Staring at the bartender's back as he continued to walk off, Scarper's mind worked tirelessly towards methods of restoring his image.
"Should I apologize profusely to the bar owner? No, that would not do."
But, he would still apologize.
"Should I declare myself an idiot and decry my ignorance? No, that would not do either."
He knew that was not true.
Scarper is a dignified and intelligent man.
Humans are flawed creatures and are not flawed creatures permitted to make minor mistakes from time to time? He certainly did not think himself perfect or above others, that would just be arrogant.
It was when a musical giggle was heard did Scarper finally return from his thoughts that he turned to face the bar owner.
"Oh." He blinked.

Scarper removed his glasses and slipped them into his inner vest pocket.
It appeared that at least she did not seem to take any offense. But what was so funny? Was there something on his face? Did someone tell a funny joke? Or was it his bumbling actions that was the cause for her tittering? Why did she shake her head? These and so many other questions littered Scarper's mind.

"Curious. Curious indeed."
He looked at her presented hand and perked up a little, smiling warmly at her as she introduced herself.
"Lovely."
He thought.
"Pleasure to make your acquaintance, Miss Veda. As you may have heard, I am Scarper Montmorency. I, myself, am doing fantastic today, thank you for asking. How does this day treat a lady such as yourself?"
Taking her hand in a firm but still gentle grasp, he shook it exactly two times.
Once.
Twice.
He hoped his hands weren't cold.
Though his mother once told him something that bothered him to this day.
"Warm hands, cold heart."
Did that mean the opposite was true?
He didn't think himself a bad person.
But, the thought of a 'cold' handshake disturbed him.
"I do apologize for the misunderstanding, Miss Veda. I have just recently arrived in town from my travels and learned of your wonderful establishment just today. I did not care to discover or ask as to the gender of said owner and only jumped to foolish conclusions. Please, forgive me for my blunders."
Scarper again smiled, the corners of his lips tugging just a smidgen wider than they normally did.
"As you may have heard when I was speaking to your bartender, the dragoness outside has business to conduct with you. She had bid me entrance to your inn and requested the owner specifically, but it seems that she was also under the assumption that the owner was male as well."
His eyes briefly looked Veda up and down.
"And much older."

[Assistant]
Tae'o

When the dragon had introduced herself as Ashwing to the eloquent man standing next to him, memories flitted through his mind of a dragon he had heard mention of before by a sister tribe of pixies he came across while in the southern deserts. Dragons were practically all but legends now so the few that still remained were known by all. Just like the pair of dragons that lived in the mountains near Nivalis, this tribe knew a dragon that claimed a nearby dormant volcano it's lair. They had called it Flare but later as Tae'o continued his travels through the human domains, he heard stories of a dragon by the name of Ashwing that were eerily similar to the dragon the pixies spoke of. Tae'o idly wondered now if these two dragons were but one and the same?

Coming out of his reverie, the pixie's pale blue eyes widened in shock when the beautiful dragon acknowledged his compliment with one of her own. "Your wings are rather radiant themselves". To think he had been complimented by a dragon! Whether she had just been trying to be nice or not didn't matter. Tae'o couldn't help the smile that stretched his face just then. Facades be damned! In his excitement and a snap! of blue-white light, Tae'o had retransformed back into his Pixie Form. The small blue orb of light danced up and around the dragon's head, tittering excitedly.

"Oh, you're too kind! My wings are nothing compared to the magnificence of yours, My Lady! Regardless, your words have made my day!"

The blue light lazily floated back down, a bit more calmly now that his remaining energy had been spent in his excitement. This time a wisp of pale blue smoke appeared until Tae'o was standing in his Human Form again. Just then an extremely excited muscular fellow all but barreled out of the inn. Seems Tae'o wasn't the only one wishing to meet a dragon. A lazy smile adorned his face as the pixie stared up at the dragon once more.

"Well, seems you have another patron wishing to gaze upon your glory. All this excitement has made me hungry and tired so I shall take my leave. It was a fantastic pleasure to make your acquaintance. I do hope our paths cross again in the future. Until then, Lady Flare."

Tae'o gave a deep bow and a polite wave to both the newcomer and the dragon before pushing open the door leading inside. Instantly his ears were bombarded with the sounds of drunken laughter and shouting, the tantalizing smell of food filtering through his senses. The diversity of the patrons inside would never rival the dragon he just met but all sorts seemed to call this town their home. Elves, orcs, lizard men, even a sylph!! How exciting! However, his stomach grumbled its command of food so Tae'o decided to take a seat at the bar, not wishing to take up a whole table to himself. Meeting everyone else would have to wait for now.

Tae'o remembered the words of the girl who had originally pointed him to this inn, that the owner offers free food and board to anyone willing to offer their services. Flagging down the bartender, Tae'o decided to test the advice by ordering a simple plate of fruit and greens. When the food was set before him, the pixie barely had a chance to open his mouth before the orc walked off to help the other patrons. No demand of coin was met. Not like Tae'o had any coin to speak of anyway. Tentatively grabbing a slice of apple and popping it into his mouth, Tae'o's suspicion instantly melted away as his taste buds thanked him. What fresh produce! Humming in delight, now content that he was filling his belly, Tae'o glanced around the tavern before he noticed a whole wall near the back that boasted bounties. So that must be where the jobs were posted. It seemed rather empty. Well, priorities first! Turning back to his food, Tae'o grabbed another apple slice, biting into the crisp sweetness with fervor.

[User]
Veda

Veda was pleased when the gentleman had apologized, though she wasn't expecting one, another giggle escaped her. "Oh Scraper.. or should I call you Mr.Montmorency? You needn't apologize for such things, I understand the confusion. You see, this inn was once owned by my Uncle. He had since passed and left me with the ownership. So those who used to travel through here, well... they're under the impression my uncle is still alive and laughing. Which unfortunately is not the truth." Veda's head hung low for a moment, a few tears glittered her silver eyes.

Veda wiped them away and met Scraper's gaze with a large smile, back to normal again, "I do appreciate you fetching me though, you said a dragon was out there looking for the owner? Interesting. I have never met a dragon. I'm down right excited now!" Her exclamation resulted in her glass dropping to the floor, quite clumsy she was. A few patrons looked over to them, wondering what the excitement was over. Most looked away and shook their heads, a smile on their lips knowing Veda's accidental habits.

"Oh my goodness, I am sorry if any got on you!" Veda immediately jumped off her stool and began picking up the glass. MacGruff chuckled at her and threw her a towel. Once she was done tidying she set the towel with the glass contents on the counter and looked back to Scraper. "My apologies, I'm a bit of a klutz," Her bright smile was a large contrast to her skin, "So, I suppose our meeting is to be cut short by my visit with a dragon? We should find each other again, I do hope you're staying?" She was full of questions, she loved meeting new patrons. Especially since the rumours of her bar were going far and wide now. Soon she would not have room for all the occupants.

[Assistant]
"Wearing some armour might help," A child suggested to Vesper once, "At least then you won't look like some scary ghost."

 Well, It's a little heavy sometimes, but at least now people can see me without being scared.

 Vesper sparked through the bar as his form levitated above the wooden surfaces. Those who were regulars since he got there were used to that prickly static sensation that drifted over their backs when he rushed by, but sometimes guests and newer people didn't really know how to act around the lightning-personified. The armor buzzed with sparks and glowed neon blue like the rest of him as he pulled a bucket in one hand along with a mop in the other.

 For someone that came into existence only a few years ago, with shockingly little information surrounding how the world worked, he did know how to work hard. In essence, he was created to be a servant, so things like sweeping and wiping tables and mopping floors came easily to him. Even now, just as the Lady Veda's glass shattered against the floor; he was there a moment later with the mop at the ready, though it seemed that they'd already solved the problem just as he arrived there.

 "Oh dear, a little slow on the upkeep, it seems," Vesper sighed as he let the mop droop down just a little bit.

 He'd been doing this for about a year now. Doing simple chores and odd jobs around the Inn to keep it looking tip-top. He rarely took requests on the board, and when he did usually it was to assist with research or simply to fetch something for someone else. To be honest, he only really did them for a sense of purpose. He didn't need to eat or sleep really. Usually, all he had to do was go into a storm every few months and recharge by pulling the lightning towards him. They kept him around because he was so willing to help out, and, well, the rest of the world didn't really know what to do for him.

 Plus, having a living incarnation of magickal energy around to scare off some unruly patrons was usually a good thing.

 In his moment of hesitation, he looked up to realize the man whose space he'd invaded. He tended to space out every now and again in his own reflection, leaving him staring both partially at the bartender and the man who was talking to Veda only moments before.

 "Oh, uh… Hello. I'm sorry for rushing in here like this and I hope I didn't surprise you!"

 His voice exudes a level of sincerity, the like of which is akin to an eager adolescent ready to take on the world, but the living plasma isn't quite ready for something like that yet.


[System]
Age: 22

Gender: Female

Appearance/Looks:sp.yimg.com/xj/th?id=OIP.Mcb4ac5b247d6..

Species: Human

Sexual Preference: Heterosexual

Likes: Secrets, darkness, hiding, attention

Dislikes: Dishonesty, witnessing others acting cruel, people who are too optimistic

Bio: Jaze is a bit of a pessimist, but she hides it rather well. She is very introspective, so oftentimes she will go into one of her hiding places to escape the world (one of her favorites is the roof of her house). Jaze will continue to run and hide, but all she desperately wants is for someone to come after her - someone to tell her it's going to be okay. She's always been so strong on the outside, never to let anyone see how she really feels. She doesn't want to push anyone away - she doesn't want to scare anyone. But this all may be about to change...

She was born into a sweet, little family and had a pretty good home life until the age of seventeen when both of her parents passed away in a terrible accident. She has raised herself since then, getting a job and maintaining good grades - Jaze put herself through college and just recently graduated. She does all this and puts up a front, while on the inside, she feels as if everything she's doing is all for nothing. Her main focus now is surviving...

Occupation: Jaze is a waitress at her local bar and grill and has had numerous other jobs up until this point.

Country of Origin: North America

Feelings about meeting their soul mate: She is very excited, but anxious about meeting her soulmate. She has always longed for someone to call her own - someone to love. As the date gets closer and closer, she can feel it in her bones, the feeling of something new.

Soul mate:

[User]
Abel tilts his head. "The glare is more because you a wolf are standing in my territory. I figure the wolf pack didn't tell you about me...most likely because we don't bother each other much, so i am attempting to ignore it." He then leans forward a bit. "Give me a good reason as to why I would need you...wolf" He hears the roar bark and looks back at Manu. To him he gives a friendly smile and a shrug before turning back to Jose...his glare not returning...but curiosity showing up. Truly if he isn't given a good enough reason he will probably shut the door in Jose's face and go to Manu. With the way this guy is phrasing everything he has a feeling Manu is a newer were, which means he will have to help Manu change to human. Something he has never done, but feels he can do.

The words his responsibility did irk Abel a tad, those words make Manu sound like a little kid...or a dog. Which was something that he certainly did not feel Manu is. His stare remain piercing and curious even while several different thoughts shoot through his mind. His feline side still irritated that this uninvited wolf is standing in its territory...even more irritated that the wolf was doing it so easily. It wanted him to just slam the door and go back to his mate...ignoring the other wolf completely, but he seems to be ignoring that side for now.

[Assistant]
Early morning sunlight glinted off of the phone's reflective screen. Béatrix stared down at the piece of technology as it it had offended her. Sending that message was foolish, she shouldn't have done it; Yet there she sat, apprehensively waiting on his response like a schoolgirl that just admitted to liking her crush. The phone buzzed after a few moments passed, somehow managing to surprise the vampire.

The number on the screen was the same one that she had just sent the message to. Her still heart seemed to jump up into her throat. Maybe it wasn't him, maybe she'd sent the message to some confused stranger because she didn't remember the number correctly. Deep inside she knew that wasn't the case, her memory was about as sharp and precise as it could get - which was both a blessing and a curse.

Trixy opened the message to see a lovely photo of the moon. Her nature led her to prefer the night, that was something the two unlikely soulmates did have in common. "You are my moon, Trixy. No matter the distance, we are always together." Her eyes widened after reading the caption, the romantic overtones and raw honesty were jarring. Trixy felt the familiar urge to bolt in the other direction, even if he was an ocean away. She looked away from the phone and let out a deep exhale, trying to remember her grandsire's advice, and the comfort she found with the Delacroix last night. This was supposed to be a new beginning... no more running.

Smirking, Béatrix clicked the reply button. The cold woman wasn't quite warmed up to the idea of gushy romance, but she could handle witty flirtatious banter. "Your moon? That best not be a pale joke." she replied with a silly face emoji. Yes, the 630 year old vampiress is hip enough to use and enjoy emojis. After sending the response, Trixy set the phone down and stood up to face the peaceful morning.

In that moment, she felt so free. It made her want to feel alive again. Despite only wearing her flimsy nightie, the vampire climbed up onto the railing of her balcony. Her pedicured toes gripped the metal as she held out her arms crucifix-style and stared down the plummet to the forest below. The chilly morning wind tossed her hair about and swept the silk nightgown taught against her skin, revealing every bump and curve beneath it.

Her breath caught in her throat. She was almost there, almost alive. The winds grew stronger, yet her supernatural balance kept her anchored to the rails. But what if it didn't? What if she let the wind take her? The idea was so irresistible that she did just that. When the next gust came, Trixy didn't fight it, she simply let herself fall.

Exhilarating.

Euphoric.

There weren't accurate enough words to describe the feeling. Falling made her feel human again, it awoke those primal urges to preserve her life. She wasn't alive, of course, and she would land unscathed when this was all over, but in that moment she let the intoxicating feeling overtake her.

It was over all too soon. Béatrix landed on bent legs and her left hand with grace that would make cats themselves green with envy. Adrenaline was coursing her veins, awakening the predator within. Her blue eyes peered into the woods searching for the nearest heat signature. Upon seeing what looked like a large-sized deer a half a mile out, her muscles coiled underneath her porcelain skin and sprung her into action. Feeling very much alive and free, Trixy tore through the woods in search of her prey.

Anyone who knew her wouldn't recognize the vampire wearing her skin. This wasn't Madame Vengeance, nor Wolfsbane, this was a new Trixy. She all but giggled as she frolicked through the private wooded area in nothing but her silky sleepwear. So caught up in the chase, the normally vigilant vampire had her guard down. She didn't sense the figure trailing her. She didn't smell him. She didn't register his thoughts, and she didn't hear the sharp whistle of a projectile heading her way until it was too late.

Thppt!

The sound was punctuated by a sharp pain at the nape of her neck. Heat blossomed around the tip of needle as she stumbled gracelessly. Trixy clawed at what felt like fire on the back of her neck, managing to retrieve the dart that injected her. Confused, she stared down at it. Whatever was in the vial was now coursing in her bloodstream. Vervain? Holy water? Liquid silver? It didn't really matter now… The edges of her vision started to get blurry. Her limbs grew cold and heavy, pulling her farther down. It felt like the earth was trying to swallow her in a mouth made of molasses. She was drowning, she couldn't swim out this. Her eyelids fluttered until everything went black...

and then, there was nothing at all.

[User] Jaze shivers, her mind completely occupied by her thoughts of the day. She had just gotten off work and was headed to the library in town to grab a few books. She is totally wrapped up in her own thoughts as she walks down the street. That was terrible, I can't believe you broke that plate at work. You're a failure. Jaze sadly shakes her head. It's not like she did it on purpose! Leave her alone. Jaze arrives at the double doors and walks confidently through. She looks around confused as the lady at the desk asks if she can help. Jaze shakes her head, blood rushing to her face - embarrassed. She realizes she is at the local hospital. In her mindless wandering she must have ended up across the street from the library. "I might as well look like I came here for something..." She thinks. Jaze turns the corner looking for a vending machine. Wow, look at you. Just making the day better. You can't even get us to the library without doing something wrong! She sees a doorway with a soda machine inside the room. She's right... Maybe we can't do anything right... Jaze pulls out her wallet to count out the money for the machine. "Would you both shut up?" She mutters, "It'll be fine."

[Assistant]
Breeze
Astley, now completly scrubbed down after a surgery and in scrubs heads out to the front desk. "Hey Sarah....let the family know he made it....and that there was a significant amount of drugs in his system....clearly meaning the reason for the accident was the drugs...oh and I'm taking a small break" he smiles. "I'll be by a vending machine" sarah chuckles and nods taping away on the keyboard in front of her then dialing a number.

Astley then makes his way through the doors to the vending machine. Seeing someone there he sits down in a chair and waits. His wrist starts bothering him, but he seems to be ignoring it completly right now.

[User] As Jaze reaches down into the machine to grab her soda she feels her wrist start to burn. She immediately looks at it, it has today's date. How could I have forgotten? She is extremely alert now, probably looking a little crazed to everyone else. Jaze sweeps the room with her gaze trying to figure out if anyone had seen her startled. She sees no one but a doctor sitting in a chair, Get a hold of yourself Jaze, stay calm. Today is the day. Have patience. She nods to the doctor and turns to leave the room.

[Assistant]
Jose sighed rubbing his temples. He must have been born under a unlucky star, as the were feline went on about things Jose found of little importance.
"Give me a good reason as to why I would need you...wolf"

"Great you are one of those types of were." He declared in a annoyed tone, yet he tried for Manus sake to salvage the situation. He was angry and worried, but could one really blame him. Manu went missing, in a city he didnt know, all but kidnapped by a possessive soulmate, apparently. In Joses eyes he wouldnt have been surprised to hear the other being a murder at this point. Maybe he should employ a private detective for a background check. Yes that exactly what he will do once this is over.

"You are wrong on two accounts. First not wolf. Neither Manu or I are related to those meat brains. So please behave like a person and drop the dog vs cat fight." It was shown in Joses posture he tried to be calm and reasoning. He still questioned how much of a effect would it have. The question if the cat were was a in heat lingering on his mind. He hoped he wasnt.
"Second you are in great illusion if you believe its me who keeping your soulmate away from you." Wondering if the were would believe him, maybe? Jose put his money on the maybe not option thought. Quite ready to get a door in his face.
"Being a good person that I am. Jose is my name. I can save you a heart break or two, if you let me help you. But its on you if you want to make this all harder on you self. I am sure it brings plus points to slam a door in the face of a person Manu cares a lot about."

[User]
Abel sighs heavily. The mention of him being someone Manu cared about slowly snaps him out of it. With a small grumble he pinched his nose as if clearing out the scent then looks at Jose. "maned wolves are still canine....anyway how about you come in..." His cobalt eyes pierce jose's. He then gently closes the door to remove the lock then opens it for him to come in. He makes his way over to his food and leans against the counter watching while he eats. He expects Jose to come in and close the door behind him and then hopefully help his soulmate here....hopefully not taking him away....he really didn't want that. His eyes go to Manu watching for his reaction, his eyes actually concealing how he feels for once.

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Breeze
Astley nods back then hisses somewhat when the pain in his wrist increases. His eyes then widen as he slowly look back up at the woman. He stands and holds out his wrist. "I don't suppose this is your name....is it?" His eyes holding a mix of emotions, his body language betraying how tired he is, but also how excited he is. This is his soul mate....his. His instincts wanting to grab her and fly off to make her his queen. Then again....trying to turn her into his queen might kill her. Irritating details.

[Assistant] As she turns her wrist burns even more intensely, she glances back at the man in the room. His eyes widen, visibly shaken, could this be him? The one I am supposed to be with? The man stands up and shows Jaze his wrist - she tentatively leans in closer to read the name... Her name... Jaze looks at him longingly, she has waited so long for this. "Yes," she manages to get out, "That's my name." Jaze shows the man her own wrist. Her legs feel like they might give out underneath her, she's having trouble not showing that her entire body has started shaking.


[System]
Alias(s): Paladin, The Paladin
Age: 24
Affiliations: Heroes.
Factions: Independent.
Description: Alex is an unassuming, somewhat scholarly looking young man. He works in a museum and looks the part, with somewhat messy brown hair, thick glasses, and a generally mousy demeanor. He bears himself in a way that seems to take a foot off his height and most of the broadness from his shoulders - he is, in general, a man nobody would think twice about.

The Paladin persona, however, is nothing of the sort. The Paladin is a towering figure, clad from head to toe in steel armor that looks straight out of the Middle Ages. He tries to present himself as a larger-than-life ideal heroic figure, with varying success - to some, he may seem an angel, a mighty savior descended from on high to deliver the innocent. To others more accustomed to the world of the Gifted, he... may just seem like a dorky, old-fashioned weirdo.

What's certain about him is that there seems to be no darkness in the man whatsoever. He is a tireless optimist, an incorrigible idealist, and an absolute puppy dog of a human being. He has yet to affiliate himself with the politics of his world, preferring to help out where he can as a 'small steps' sort of hero.

Powers: Alex possesses, in addition to increased durability, strength and speed (think Captain America rather than Hulk or Thor), primarily photokinetic abilities - he has the power to manipulate and control light, even being able to create 'hard light' tools and objects. He mainly uses this to make glowing swords or shields out of pure light, being a stickler for his theme. He is also capable of producing light, being able to make his body 'glow' - this, however, tends to tire him out very quickly, leading to his powers being much less effective in a no-light environment.

A side-effect of his light generation is that his body also tends to produce an immense amount of heat while he does so. He is able to survive this, being largely resistant to the effects of heat (though very vulnerable to cold temperatures), but anything else touching him when he gets warmed up may as well have touched the inside of an oven.

Skills: He's not the most talented Gifted around, though he's put a lot of hours into practicing with his hard light weapons and so has become a capable combatant with those. Otherwise, he has little in the way of relevant talents - he's a History Major, in case that ever comes up. Oh, he's also a decent cook, should that matter.
Equipment: His suit of armor is the only notable piece of equipment he owns - it's made of an alloy he doesn't fully understand that possesses both physical durability as well as confusing, sciency photon-storage properties. The upshot of all this is that it's a full body suit of armor that provides reasonable protection and glows when he pours light into it. It's pretty heavy though, so even in spite of his increased strength, his movements when inside it can be... awkward. The armor is his most prized possession, and he treasures it highly.
Ranking: Upper B Rank.

(Optional) Brief History: Alex was a normal boy with superpowers trying to get by in a world getting weirder every day. For most of his life, he hid what he was, hoping only that he wouldn't be noticed. That changed one night two years ago, when he met an older, technologically gifted Meta who was impressed by his character and convinced him to take a more active role in the world. Thus, The Paladin was born, with the help of a suit of armor crafted for him by his mentor, and the new knight began his daylight patrol of city streets and dark alleyways, seeking to spread light and hope wherever he was able.

[User]
Fletcher was concerned about these new people popping up left and right, what he had to deal with were these bomb strapped fellas. They seemed intent on running into the crowd, possibly to cause mass casualties by blowing themselves up. Fletcher acted in an instant teleporting to the dead eyed person who was the closest to the crowd, giving the man no time to react he teleported him away from the crowd on top of a building out of the way. Fletcher was no bomb genius and did not want to give him a moment to detonate the bomb. Teleporting it of his chest and off into a desolate desert. Putting the person into a choke hold he hand cuffed him. Reappearing with the hand cuffed man he proceed to engage the next bomb-man the exact same way. As teleporting back with the two hand cuffed he left them in the hands of e policemen and reappeared back at the building.

The whole scene seemed to be wrapping itself up with another meta getting involved to help clear away and take down the assailants. The Knight man was just standing their with the girl in his arms. Walking up to him he patted him on the shoulder. "Hey buddy, looks like it's all wrapping up here it's safe to put her down now."

There was no reply. "Mate? You there?"

[Assistant]
Aiko Fujiwara

Aiko Fujiwara was training at the Reformist Council in LA. She was not sure why they wanted something as powerful as her her at the reformists.

Aiko was happy on the island with her aunt and uncle it was a small fishing island where there were more cats than people. She at least had a good relationship with her aunt and uncle was unsure why this old woman took her to Los Anglese. The island allowed her the ability not to be inudated by mental images hitting her from all directions.

Aiko haed the instructor whomever it was he was a jerk. She was going to call and ask to be sent to island. At least the island was calm and uninteresting. She would not be able to see into others minds and alter them when she was on the island. Why was she here was the only thought she had and her reply to it was.

She did not know and she just wanted to go home.

[User]
Lucas Abd-al-Yasu walked towards Aiko's room; he wasn't the instructor, but he had some questions to ask her, questions about the past and future. For, you see, Lucas, normally an idealistic soul, had broken down, and the reason for said breakdown was that things did not go his way. Why had things not gone his way? Well, basically, he got passed up for promotion to an adminsitrative position, even though he was so much better, or at least, his vision for what the world should be was.

Don't be like that, he chastised himself. That way lies hubris.

It's my emotional comfort in an uncomfortable world, his own insecurities replied, without my ideals, I am nothing.

Those were his thoughts as he knocked on Aiko's door.

"Yes?" asked the accented English of Aiko from behind the door.

"It's not your instructor, but I did come here to ask you something," Lucas then remembered to introduce himself. "My name is Lucas Abd-al-Yasu, and I need someone with your powers."

"What is it?" asked Aiko cautiously.

"Because I doubt my head's policies, and I need the help of someone who can see possible futures to see if those doubts have any meat to them," Lucas was now opening himself up. "Because I have this flaw, that I'm rigid and inflexible, while I think Auntie Sable's policies are just too...cynical and..." he looked around him, "weak. Basically, what I'm saying is: I want to know, am I being a baby, or should I oppose my head's polciies?"

"Doing that is difficult it requires energy and a lot of effort. Also I cannot control where it goes. It could be a possiblity and not the real future. So you could be preparing for something that never comes." Aiko replied through the door.

"Then show me a future where I lose," said Lucas. "Show me a future where I lose, so that I never have the pride to air such views again."

Aiko came out of her room. "Alright I will look but don't do nothing ...creepy." Aiko told Lucas.

"I won't," Lucas promised, "sorry if I gave that impression."

"You want to know the future, the bad future, so yes I think you are creepy. I mean are you really that desperate to humble yourself? Just use your own imagination." Aiko told Lucas.

"Well, this is fruitless," said Lucas.

"Yes it is because I already saw a bad future. A future where the reformists loose and the government rounds up the metas. They have killed all of them. You were shot in the bathroom at an Applebees while hiding. So it is a version of Days of Futures Past."

"I don't believe that," said Lucas, "I believe, for some reasom, that the Underground Movement will win. Sorry to be my own variety of Debbie Downer, but in my travels around the world, putting our brushfires, I've long since given up hope that my ideals, of Meta and Human coexistence, can ever be put in place. Humans and Metas have so much to gain by cooperating, but the desire to control is Sapient Nature, and I myself have it. Should I join the battle brewing at the Human Centre, I'll lose, and there will be nothing." A flash of anger appeared in Lucas' eyes, and he spoke:

"Why am I so inadequate? Why am I such a loser? I killed the 'Caliph' of IS, but when I think of fighting that 'Edge' guy, a chilling certainty tells me that (Edit: he's too strong for me.)"

"But, at the same time, I cannot kill myself, I cannot die, I want to continue on, I want to win. It's just that, I can't win, the future is already set; Edge will win, and we are all doomed."

"You think the outcome of a winning over Edge will result in an age of peace? Peace does not exsist without work. But killing Edge will just have another enemy replace him. You think I think this world is easy? Terrorsim I could stop? Possible horrible leaders. See my problem is I can't tell the difference between the true future and a possiblity. No amount of training will make the true future visible to me. The reason is I cannot see the true future until it becomes the present. I have stopped trying to see the future at least intetionally."

Aiko sighed.

"All I want is to go home and to be with my Aunt and Uncle. I's like to help but I can't tell what will be a win for you. Last time I listened to my insticts I ended up leaving the island and coming to LA. But I could try." Aiko rubbed her eyes.

"Please, do," said Lucas.

[Assistant]
EDGE

He wouldn't say another word till getting back. It seemed like the most important members have heeded the call. Oddly enough they we're all in Nancy's office, each one pissing and moaning about what should have been. He listened to each one carefully.

Do they not see it? The bigger plan, the plan that would put Metahumans at the top. Such foolishness.

"The Reformist's have shown their hands. They have no one that can stop us and the plans that have been set into motion. This is merely the first salvo in the war too come. Small and measured testing that will lead to much bigger things. War is a marathon, not sprint. What comes next will be the blood bath you've all wanted. Have no fear on that score." EDGE said as he took off his trench coat.

He special assignments for each of them, a church here, a hospital there. Chaos will rub rampant before they take over and resort order.

"Savor this small victory. What comes next won't be near as easy." EDGE with certain malice in his voice.


[System]
Age/Race/Gender: 24/Dalentian/Female
Appearance:
Googled mystic woman sci-fi, found what I wanted in the fantasy section, hahaha

Dalentians by themselves are usually tall humanoids with exceedingly white skin and haunting black eyes. A person looking at a unarmored Dalentian might take notice of their naturally thinner build and limbs, making them feel unnatural to a human. Yet, they have mouths, noses and eyes with senses very comparable to a human's, except the advanced night-vision. But, their bodies have an easier time building an acrobatic build and even normal Dalentians can do complex jumps while still wearing armor. They're natural hunters, silent in their movements and fast in their strikes. All of them likely have some form of markings on the side of their face, which designates their role in Dalentian society.

Lataniva herself is 188 cm tall, which is actually short for a Dalentian. As any Dalentian, she has white skin and black eyes, with long flowing black hair behind her. She wears tight black clothes along her body, which hides her body's shape by virtue of being dark. Her armor is flexible and light, despite how it looks, and allows her to move quickly in exchange for some durability. There are gems from her home-planet on the armor, and a gem on a headband she has attached to her forehead. Dalentians are under the belief that these gems enhance their psionics… though that's ludicrous. … Right?

Occupation: Convict, due to a specific set of circumstances. Might have acted as an assassin, at times. Hunter-Warrior of Dalentia, otherwise.

Weapons: A halberd, used for stabbing and slicing. The dangerous part is pretty small, it's made for doing injuries rather than killing mostly, hurting and incapacitating rather than finishing off. The size also lends itself to homing in on weak points in armor. Also, a number of (6) daggers sheathed here and there in her outfit, just in case.
Armor: Classical armor, made out of metal from her homeworld. It covers her legs, arms and torso. It's light, to allow for acrobatics, meaning it isn't quite as durable as it looks, which is intentional. Dalentians focus on dodging attacks above all, so the armor is mostly to look imposing, but it also protects against smaller attacks. Counts as Armored.
Items: Several gems, one on a headband she's always wearing, others on her armor. She brought a backpack, which contains things for surviving. Like, a simple cooking set, many days' worth of emergency provisions, a few replacement tips for the halberd if it breaks, tissues, several changes of clothes, what's left of her funds, a sleeping bag…

Skills: Considerably acrobatic, her body is that of a trained Dalentian warrior, able to make use of her enhanced awareness to avoid attacks. Lataniva also has considerable skill with her halberd, trained to be able to target weak spots in enemy armor and hit them. She's a skilled tracker, able to follow the slightest signs of that someone has gone through an area, and she can be absolutely silent sneaking up on prey. She has the knowledge to cook and survive in the wild without technology if that ever becomes relevant. She has pretty good memory as well as deductive capability. And, on top of this, her considerable prowess with psionic powers is not to be underestimated.
Antiskills: Dalentians are seemingly incapable of understanding how technology works. Even if they learn what buttons to press or how to use it, they can never become actually good at it. This includes aiming, piloting, operating consoles or instruments, etc. This obviously comes as a weakness in a world of space-crafts. In addition, as an alien with somewhat different values, it is often difficult for her to understand some things of the other races, and she will definitely normally stand out if trying to go unnoticed in a city.

Powers: Dalentians are powerful psionics.

Telekinesis: Using their minds, a Dalentian can push and pull objects around. It becomes an instantaneous amount of force, but with focus they can steadily lift something and move it. This has a limited range of 20 meters, and it grows weaker the further away from 10 meters the target is, and regardless it can only be used to lift up to 100 kg at a time, the effect growing predictably less impressive the more weight that has to be affected. Lataniva herself likes using it to pull guns out of the hands of enemies or sending her halberd or daggers flying into enemies, or to pull on enemies in close combat to make them lose balance and give her a chance to strike.

Psionic Burst: By focusing power, a Dalentian can cause some form of unnatural explosion of power. It can be either directed in a direction away from the Dalentian's hand or the power can be thrown to explode upon impact within throwing distance. The power is roughly that of a hand-grenade. However, this particular ability should be used sparingly, as focusing that amount of psionic power can take its toll on the Dalentian. Any more than two without rest in between can lead to severe exhaustion and headaches for the Dalentian, and even just one can impact the Dalentian's fighting prowess for a while.

Hyper Awareness: Naturally, sensing through a sixth sense, Dalentians can sense the presence of things in their surroundings using psionics. This is completely natural to a Dalentian, just as hearing and sight. With this sense, they know the movements of allies and enemies, and can predict when they'll be in danger so they can dodge. They use this to deftly avoid gunfire and attacks. The range is, if not blocked, around 30 meters. However, it is blocked by any and all walls, just as sight, as the sense somehow cannot go through physical objects. It can move around some limited things, you can't hide from it by hiding behind another person or a fence, but a wall will block it. As in, it can sense on the other side of a car, but it can't sense inside the car. Not usually an issue in the jungles of the Dalantian homeworld, but in civilization more so. It cannot sense through windows. Still, it means any Dalentian has an additional source of information about the area, one which might seem disturbingly unnatural to any onlooker.

(limited) Mind Reading: The Dalentians' greatest pride is their ability to distinguish the liars from the truthful. If they are allowed to touch a person, they can use their psionic talent to search the target's mind. To effectively search, they need to know what they're looking for, or the brain is just going to be a tangled mess to read. In addition, they've learned that other races don't appreciate being mind-read on a daily basis like back home, so they save it for enemies and possible liars. This power is what gave rise to the Dalentian's excessive obsession with trust and truth, for they had ways to find it. It should be noted, it is harder for a Dalentian to use this power on anything that isn't a Dalentian, harder the more foreign the mind is, but they can get it to work.

Mind Control: The most dangerous weapon in a Dalenian's psionic range. Given touch, and long enough time to touch someone, a Dalentian can rearrange a target's mind from the outside. With that, they can include ideas, missions, instructions to commit a certain action at a certain point of time. The procedure might take a long time, because the Dalentian needs to ensure every detail is perfect as s/he'll be completely unable to adjust the plan after having let go of the subject. The effects naturally wears off after a couple of days, faster the more complicated the instructions were, to the degree they might have worn off by the time it was time to actually put it to work. It should be noted that in Dalentian culture use of this power is seen as the ultimate betrayal of trust, and a Dalentian can tell a mind has been affected should they mind-read, and Dalentian culture has been built around discouraging the use of this power. But, sometimes, push comes to shove…

Other: Dalentians are a fairly mystic race that have lived on their planet in peace. They were fairly astounded to learn that not everyone in the universe has use of psionics. They live in some manner of primal society, with the chieftains on top and everyone else trying to scrape together enough to make a living. They live in constructed homes up in the trees of woods or inside of caves to protect themselves from the naturally powerful wildlife, and have plenty of traditions of connecting each-other's minds for absolute trust and truth. They value those matters above all, and betrayal/lying is met with punishment of immediate death. You'll find they usually speak only the truth. This because, unlike humans, other Dalentians have ways to find a liar.

They believe in a god, the Paionéè, who they explain is the source of psionics. They, among other things, believe the gems they sometimes find in the mountains are his work and wearing them boosts your psionic prowess, so it is tradition for a Dalentian to wear these gems on their armor and body if one uses psionics for combat. … Their mythology around him is utter nonsense, but that doesn't entail the story yet.

What does, is that their planet was believed to be uninhabited when some species of the Republic moved to colonize it. There was a realization that this planet did have some form of indigenous life-forms, but eh, they could take them on, superior technology. Turns out, the Dalentians had more fight in them than expected, and were offered a deal. So, the Dalentians had absolutely no use of the technology given to them because they couldn't make use of them for life, but they got to live in peace and in exchange many Dalentians got work for their psionics here and there in the Republic. They're fairly rare due to their low numbers in the grand scale, but they exist.

As the Human Alliance entered the picture and the Federation took shape, the few Dalentians out there in the galaxy found themselves a little bit of everywhere, supporting themselves wherever they found it the most comfortable…

As for Lataniva's story… Well. That's another story entirely. We shall see.

[User]
Arex

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Location: The Revenant, Crew quarters -> kitchen.Interacting with: food

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As soon as the ship was stable Arex exited his room and went straight towards the kitchen. He could hear signs of the rest of the crew around him, noises from behind the dorm doors and down the hallway but he wasn't feeling overly inquisitive or social.

Once in the kitchen he began to search through and study the quality of their rations. After all this would compose his main diet from now on. Plenty of nutrient heavy packaged processed foods lined the shelves with powders and pastes by the plethora. The fridge and freezer held a bit more promise but segments were rationed and locked, only to be accessed by the chef.

Knowing where the cameras were Arex subtly pocketed a few bars and pouches with some simple sleight of hand. It was a selfish move but he would not rely on the good will of the others should they become stalled in deep space and short on supplies.

Tearing open the packaging of a dense dry chewy nutrient bar, he eagerly begins gnawing away at the near flavourless snack. It wasn't until now did he realise just how hungry he was.
A short moment later he sat at the table with a drink and bowl of semi solid mush before him. The food in the bowl was the instructive result of mixing one of the powders with liquid then zapping it.
Flavourless would have been better, but right now he didn't care.

[Assistant]
"Sure, trust the blind girl to patch you back up. What could go wrong, right?" Amy smiled sarcastically, wondering what the hell he was referring to when he mentioned Skelly. She did genuinely like the man's accent though, if only because it was different and goodness knows Amy appreciated the hell out of accents. They broke the monotony of having to listen to similar voices all the time. It's like being stuck listening to one specific music genre; there isn't any sort of variety.

"But really, thank you," she added minus the sarcasm, "I promise I won't be this much of a bother once I become familiarized with the ship. The first day or two is always the hardest, then it's easy as cake. But you know, what can you do when they throw an assignment on you at the very last possible moment."

Amy found the door frame again and braced herself for departure, hoping to all hell that they just hadn't sent her to her death.


[System]
"Got creds, will travel - on your creds. Half down."

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G E N D E R :

Male

A G E :

32

O C C U P A T I O N :

Mercenary, sniper

A P P E A R A N C E :

Dark blonde sun-streaked long wavy hair, blue eyes, light beard, 6'7"; typically wears large, loose tees with form fitting jeans and black boots - always with his leather riding-style black jacket w/ hood (weather dependent)

H O M E P L A N E T :

Pelorum, Aphrodite - some Bellerophon; Valentine; Silverhold

S K I L L S E T :

Comes from Money: Schmoozing (begrudgingly), Observation/Recon/Research, Long-range Combat, Tactical (socially and professionally)

E Q U I P M E N T :

sniper rifle, gun cleaning kit, camouflage duds, personal cortex, microtransmitter

P E R S O N A L I T Y :

Tries to remain impartial and easy-going, but can be riled up if the right buttons are pushed; has a somewhat insatiable disposition for carnal pleasures so that he will earn enough credits to spend it all on a good time rather than waste material possessions; only really serious about his work when he is on the job, but doesn't curb his humbleness on how good he is at it; only takes on jobs against the entitled or oppressive; has a live-easy, but to the fullest; likes to put on the mask that he can't resist a pretty face and is a sucker for praise to get people to trust him or think he is shallow; has a problem with absolute authority or anything that tells him how to act or behave - will act against it for the sake of it depending on how oppressive the adversary is in their 'rules; sees rules more like guidelines and may or may not follow them if he disagrees; values experience over academic achievement

B I O :

Growing up wealthy with a home on two worlds could leave most with a sense of entitlement, and that was certainly the case with the handsome young Kinneas Revas. Born into a family firmly established in the mining wealth of the border planets, overseen at a distance, Kinneas wanted for nothing. He was shepharded from Pelorum to Aphrodite on the whims of his father's fancy.

The first rift to his overly privileged lifestyle came when he discovered his mother was actually a concubine when his actual wife was scheming to upturn her husband's entire way of life. The agreement would be that The Child stay on Bellerophon with his mother, well kept and swept under a rug. The relationship with his father was neatly sliced away as well in that stroke of diplomacy but his teenage rebellion later made things stray back into choppy waters for them all.

Kinneas was not denied the life he'd learned to live though, and grew into somewhat of a known figure in the high society of Bellerophon as a pretty face. He'd grown up handsome as his father with his mother's fair features, and all the years of observing his father had him know how to play that card well. Bellerophon was meant to be a testing phase before he returned to his true place in society. His father's wife caught wind of this, however, and he was shipped to Valentine as the lesser of two evils: either he and his mother would be destitute or he'd enlist in the military to teach him some much-needed discipline - and to learn his place, of course.

Military life did nothing to change his disposition, however. He took an honorable discharge at the cost of his family name he used to pay for it with when he refused to fall in line - the final straw being his absolute refusal to join the Unificators, which he should have taken as an honor and privilege. Instead, he told him what he thought of their idea of honor and privilege and that was that.

Unable to return to Bellerophon, he took a ship to Silverhold to oversee a mining operation - the last kindness his father could allot. While there, he found more enjoyment in time at the bars with the locals and soon fell in with some mercenaries that made more credits running jobs than he would a year at the mines. That military training had come in handy, got them out of some sticky spots. They made a pretty decent name for themselves on the border planets, his free time spent reveling in the fruits of his labor in the form of the variety of vices he once enjoyed. Life was going real nice until a job turned south, and Kinneas was the only one left. Since then, he hasn't stuck with the same team for more than one job. Easier to maintain his lifestyle that way without getting all the pesky feelings that killed his vibe.
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| Jago Deckkard | The worst conversationist I've ever met. |
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| Tim Casey | Only sane one on the ship, and isn't half bad. |

| Enid Prichard | Doc's quirky, but decent. |

| Vas Jat | The kid - he makes it easy. |

| Serena Jat | A whole basket short of a picnic but keeps things interesting. |

| Kinneas Reed | Winning smile and great head of hair. |

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[User]
Mi Galley es Su Galley Part 4
Lunar Veil | Galley
Summary
Kinnease finally comes out of his room, shares a drink and a game of tall card with Tim.

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Kinneas dealt the two cards, taking one for himself that he traded. "Both. I've been to nearly every inner planet, and around a few systems in this second-life. A few moons. Some are more my style than others. This gig keeps you drifting as well, I imagine."

"Some," he said with a lopsided grin. "And same. Some it'll be too soon if I ever have to go back, some, I am counting the days til we go back. I consider it a perk, but it's not everyone's cup of whisky. If I hate somewhere, I know it's just for a few days. If I love it, won't be long 'fore we're back. Heavy Boat, 3 Dragons. What's your hand?

"Well, look at that…" Kinneas said as he lay down his cards: "Heavy boat, three dragons. Tall." He grinned and slid his empty glass back to Tim with the tips of his fingers for his prize.

"Well," Tim said, pouring another glass, "fuck my luck. Guess I'll ante up a new toothbrush and some soap that smells less like tires, and more like morning rain. Bartered for it on Greenleaf when we were picking up the Skye kids."

"Oh yeah? Rainforest doesn't sound half-bad. Moderately better than sugary pomegranate." Kinneas grinned as he took back his glass. "But Greenleaf, that's a wild place. I'll have to ask the kids what they were doing there next time I get a wave from them. Wonder what Isaac possibly got his head stuck in there…"

"Cannon," Tim said, matterof-fact. "I saw selfies. He was mighty proud of it too. We baby proofed the ship for when they call for a taxi."

"They certainly know how to keep it interesting." Kinneas said in half amusement, half exasperation. "You'd think the kid would have learned by now… No sense of self-preservation, that one."

"Good thing he's got people looking out for them then, eh?" Tim replied, shuffling the deck for the next deal. "He'd learn to do all right on his lonesome if he had to. I'm just glad he's got a choice."

The amusement from his laugh died down as he pondered on the idea of choice, fingers of a hand steepled over the glass he twisted it. "Full circle, eh? I can do the whole dance, but prefer not to. It isn't a choice for me to stay here with a captain who thinks he knows me as a -" he waved his hand absently, "whatever he thinks, and a kid who's already out to murder me for a misunderstanding. You and the girl and the doc? Ain't half bad - less so with dinner and drink shared."

"If we were dancing, I'd have on better music, shiny shoes, and preferably an outfit that the doc would call dapper," Tim assured him, fanning out the deck to shuffle, before taking another drink himself. "Don't worry - I'm not out to change any minds - if I were a better salesman, I likely wouldn't have ended up flyin' a Firefly class 'cross the verse. Fox trusts you, that's good enough for me. I know the Skye's talked you up. I figure we all got common ground somewhere. Least I can do is try an help find it. Berries are tall."

[Assistant]
Mi Galley es Su Galley Part 5
Lunar Veil | Galley
Summary
Kinnease finally comes out of his room, shares a drink and a game of tall card with Tim.

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"Then I claim tall." Kinneas said, his jaw setting a little as he thought more than he shared. He blink it away once with a smile returning, leaning back slightly. It was done in sequence with the hand he looked at, but other thoughts were at play. "The Skyes talked me up, huh? I'll have to remember that. Got a card to swap, two actually."

"Two for the player, dealer takes three," Tim decided. "They're good people. I mean, for bad people, depending on what lens you're looking through. Fox wouldn't keep 'em around otherwise. And he wouldn't be so concerned 'bout clearing your name if he didn't think you were good people. And Fox wouldn't keep sendin' work our way if he didn't think kindly of us. Don't get me wrong, I'm not saying that everyone Fox works with gets along, but he's pretty thorough 'bout vetting people out. 'Sides, it's a big boat. Plenty of elbow room for everyone."

"So you're saying to play it like cards." Kinneas said slowly, laying down four shiny dragons and the berries. "Play the hand you're dealt strategically the best you can and hope luck's on your side for the rest."

"I'll throw in a sugar scrub," Tim said, laying out a cratemaker countdown. "And I'll be honest, I wasn't sure where I was going with that or if I was making any sort of metaphor, but sometimes I get lucky."

"Lucky sans sugar scrub. Guess it can be a peace offering for the kid." Kinneas said, finishing off his decidedly last glass. If he had any more, he'd probably go make things worse when it was starting to look marginally better. "Going to need it if I'm putting off finding that rich old lady on Pelorum for now." He picked up his glass, motioning to Tim's in asking if he were done, to be washed. He glanced at the chore list in passing, one he'd pointedly ignored until now. "Gotta say, half this stuff, you all would regret me doing and the other half I've never done."

"You can mark your name down for Trash detail, owe you that fair and square. My advice, never sign up for anything with an L - Latrine, laundry, pass. Never wash dishes if drying is an option, there's more dignity in drying."

Standing and focusing on the list, Kinneas started to feel those three drinks turn his brain as he read what passed as usual ship chores. Sweeping up the cargo bay and cleaning the toilets writing in utilitarian scrawl were a big 'no thanks.' He wrote a captain 'K' next to trash. "Dishes aren't so bad - but I'm guessing laundry is mass done to save on water? That's unfortunate. I'd rather not deal with anyone else's dirty sheets. Yours included, ace, and you seem best stocked on hygiene products."

 "No offense taken," Tim chuckled, putting the deck aside. "I seen what goes on in my bunk. I do my own laundry, my shorts are my business, and anything that close to my best bits, I don't entrust my crown jewels to just anyone. Breakfast isn't a bad gig if you're an early riser. I've made Tim Toast Tuesdays a staple."


[System]
* Appearance:
* Age: 16
* Personality: Korie is an interesting individual, coming off as a kind person and putting everyone before them. They're someone who follows orders without question but at the same time only if it is what they believe to be best for humanity. Telling lies is something that they would do if it means to protect and keep people safe, and if Korie would have to kill the few to save the many then they would do so. In the field of battle, Korie is calm and collected, keeping a level head even through the toughest of situations… but sometimes, sometimes they question if they truly are fighting for all these other people, or if deep down they are just wanting to fight for themselves.
* Motive to live: To be honest, Korie doesn't have much of a reason except for the orders given to them. They just want to live and survive and see the next day… to see the sun and breathe the air again. To have a chance to continue dreaming.
* Background: Korie comes from mother Earth, and raised from birth to be a soldier by parents who aimed to create a child who would be 'perfect'. Korie was their prize, something to be cherished and taken care of. Homeschooled and given regularly tests on a daily basis, this was their child's life for years. To Korie, however, life was incomplete; everyday was another unhappy lecture or rudimentary test… the same old, same old… everything was the same. Until Korie's mother was killed in a lab explosion. After the incident, Korie's father began to perform even more tests on his own as he abandoned his child to the military. Years passed and Korie was taken into the Framewerk units.
* Notable Deaths: Korie's Mother… Not much is known about their father or even if they are still alive or not.
* Other things: Prefers to keep gender hidden. Good luck getting to know them.

* Framewerk Code Name: Aester
* Appearance:
* Signature Weapon System: Aester's weapon is its ability to cause enormous vibrations throughout its body and focus it towards a single focus point to cause severe damage by using the pendulums that are hidden in its arms, shoulders, chest, and legs. While the limbs are well armored as a result, the joints are not, allowing flexible maneuverability for Aesther; a Jack-of-trades of sort.
* Secondary Weapon System: Aesther has retractable stakes underneath its arms and legs that allow it to pierce and stick to large foes, or to hold its ground if it needs to unleash a large shockwave to collapse the nearby surroundings (for example a canyon pass) , or if it just needs an immediate weapon.
* Flight-Capability/Thrusters: Korie's Framewerk has built-in thrusters that are fairly normal and capable of decent flight and space travel if necessary, but for the most part it maneuvers like a normal Framewerk.
* Special Ability: Blank.

[User]
Sigma's annoyance reached critical levels. First, one of the framewerks had latched on her feet, and then the other had escaped Korie's trap. Nothing is going ever as planned. Takeo and Korie, they had decided to lend a hand, and yet it all was for naught. As she saw the speeding Пожертвовать came towards her like a deer in a railroad, she knew she was a goner. There was no way she could divert that hit, in no small part due to the dogpile she was part of.

Still. There were things she could do. Mustering all hatred, all vindictiviness she quickly moved the barrel of the gun. Only one way to stop this guy. She then gritted her teeth forming a predatorial smile and pushed the fire button.Cockpit breach. Pilot death. Framewerk neutralized. was all that she could think as she aimed at the vital area, hoping that maybe Lorenzo's safeguards could prevent that.

And then everything went black. Did I fail? Lorenzo's voice was heard. And then Sigma realized that at the very last second, neither Zan nor she had done anything. Lorenzo had shut down the whole exercise down.

You...big...asshole. I hope the moon drops on top of you. Sigma sighed as she facepalmed, relieving all tension of a sudden. She shuffled in her cockpit, and she went out to breathe deep. Takeo had already exited his frame too, and He was waving at her. Politely, she waved back at him, but her expression didn't change. Too many things remained unsolved...yet. She calmly awaited the chopper besides her frame.

[Assistant]
Perry leaped forward, successfully latching on to Sigma's mech, only to be swiftly pushed over by the other; Takeo's. The big, bulky one. The pilot proceeded to threaten Ant and Perry, posing his massive sword above him in preparation of a strike. Ant chuckled in his cockpit. Does he really think such a clunky thing like his could make contact?, Ant thought.

Perry, while still grappling Sigma Comet by the legs, rolled around the machine until he was pivoted between her machine and Ant's potential assailant; preventing a strike from him without compromising Sigma. Expecting Aester's further annihilation of the arena, everything halted to a rather sudden, unsatisfying end, including Ant's noise rock. It seemed the crazed scientist didn't have as great a sense of spectacle as he let on, notifying everyone unceremoniously that they all 'failed.' Ant snickered, rising from his cockpit to casually exit. Yeah, okay buddy. Like this wasn't a colossal failure of both everyone's time and energy. We are completely doomed.

Ant arose from Perry's head. From his ground level, he was afforded a much greater perspective of the carnage that they all created. The two other framewerks towered above him, but it was only now that Perry noted what was pursuing behind him... it looked like an abomination of pure destruction. Ant was actually starting to feel quite relieved that it ended when it did. At the very least, he got to end on a somewhat high note, just before he would literally have been turned into minced meat. And he was especially pleased to have created his own mass of destruction, earlier, the prideful memory of fireworks crisp in his mind.

Hearing helicopters, Ant took it upon himself to rush over to Matsuda's mech, the guy referring to such as the 'Iron Sparrow.' Ant proceeded to climb it. Despite its size, he took the challenge with surprising speed, coming from such a lanky kid, finding just the right nooks and crannies to shimmy himself up. Not before long, Ant was standing on the mech's shoulder. He shouted to the pilot to garner his attention, then pointed to his sword. "You think this thing is big enough?"


[System]
Age: 31

Gender: Male

Species: Human

World of Origin: Earth

Are you a member of TRIDENT? If so, what is your job/specialty?
Yup, a member of the Information hunting and covert reconnaissance division

Appearance: Standing at 5ft 9in Charles is about the average height for someone his age though with slightly better built physique from his morning jogs, but of course there will forever be a bit of a belly filled with custard creams. Eye sparkle a dazzeling green and his hair is an almost shocking red colour.
A big fan of jewellery and accessories you'll be hard pressed to find any time that he isn't wearing at least a wristwatch, a couple of wrist bands from various bands and franchises (Doctor Who being his favourite), a ring on the right hand and even a key pendant too. But of course for more formal occasions he's willing to go to just the wristwatch.
Clothing varies depending on the job but when relaxing oddly enough he prefers loose and baggy clothing.

Abilities and skills: Aside from the general "independent adult" skill (such as cooking, cleaning, filling out tax forms) Charles is also an excellent party host.
Charles has a very weak but surprisingly useful form of magic. With a quick twirl of the hand Charles can teleport nearby items into his palm, but of course these can only be small things like coins, keys and USB sticks.

Strengths and Weaknesses:
+ A charismatic man who could talk until the cows came home
- He would talk even after the cows got fed up and walked away again
+ He's surprisingly good at shifting a person's attention to something else and staying out of sight.
- He's not a big computer person aside from just general use so some computing terms will completely go over his head. Use small words.
+ Multi-lingual
- Poor café workers in Germany being spoken to in first in Japanese and then Dutch

Equipment Requests: The general things like phone and wallet, as well as a few things like the standard issue pistol and a small laptop but the latter are normally stored away in a bag of some sort or at his residence at the time.

History: For the most part Charles had a fairly standard childhood in Central of London. Although as a child his parents were always at a loss as to explain how he was able to grab hold of keys and coins which had been placed out of his reach on the higher shelves.
School was school and he neither did bad nor that good at his subjects, just a little bit better academically than average. But of course he was very popular with his little magic and card tricks, although on many occasions his teachers would confiscate his deck of cards to put an end to the constant noise of them being shuffled and flipped. So it came as no surprise to find him on the streets at weekends performing to the many tourists that would flood the streets of London
About two years after finishing full time education his friends and family were startled and shocked to discover that he had applied to an agent, or Covert Human Intelligence Source, for MI5 and while the organisation won't actually say he was 'Accepted' as such people aren't actually staff nor is there any actually formal application process, it was safe to say he got the job.
And so began Charles's new life of touring the globe, sneaking into very dangerous places ranging from war torn bunkers to that very nice office building in New York. It often during these 'missions' that his magical skill became very useful and often pushed to and beyond its limits (it quickly became apparent to Charles that he could not magically make that USB stick with sensitive information stuck at the back of a computer on the top floor appear in his hands as he exited the building on the bottom floor).
Of course such things never really go unnoticed, especially with today's technology. And even if you were able to scramble the Security footage enough to stop others from noticing someone's bound to be able to. But still it came as a surprise when members of TRIDENT appeared offering him a job.

Personality: Over the top this man couldn't be anymore loud and brash unless he literally exploded into confetti but on the other hand he can be extremely sneaky being able to slip past even the most watchful gazes. Of course he does tend to get side tracked at times, especially if he's bored, with a need to always be doing something and always on the move.
As such it's not uncommon for him to start proclaiming about his many big plans or goals, not that he'll really be able to get around to fulfilling most of them as they tend to conflict with each other. But at times he can be a bit over ambitious and if not caught soon he may try to follow through with those ambitions which has led to numerous failed attempts, mostly at over complicated recipes, but such things rarely keep him down for long.

Name: 53 – AN – 0N "Shanon"

Age: Approx. 5 years

Gender: Female

Species: Monster

World of Origin: An Earth similar to our own but small towns and villages are almost unheard of with the majority of the population living in cities of gigantic proportions and heavily armed against the terrors in the dark nights.

In this world Monsters are very real and they come in all shapes, sizes, colours, textures, and everything else. Oddly enough they are not born but simply appear without any scientific explanation. Old stories though talk about the importance of resolving one's issues and feelings lest those malicious thoughts take form and cause great harm to everyone nearby.

Appearance: A huge beast standing around 7 ft tall on her hind lends however spends most on the time on all six, front four similar to hands with claws like fingers and the back two like an animals hind legs. Maroon fur covers her body except for a soft pink underbelly. While one eye socket is stitched closed, two eyes sit in the left in addition to another two eyes belonging to the snake tongue she possesses. Two large horns spiral from her skull and a green mane extends down to her hips, a tail then extends for about a meter ending with a sickle shaped bone. Her body is dotted in gashes crudely sewed together.

Abilities and skills: Shanons ability to track a scent is unmatched not just by smelling ability but by being able to taste the scent of prey on the air as well. Shanon possess extra-ordinary strength with her limit being around the same weight as a tank. Her venom causes a victim muscles to seize up within half an hour of entering the blood stream.

Strengths and Weaknesses:
+ Doesn't need to eat, though the occasional snack is appreciated even if disposing of it later is a hassle
- Unaffected by most poisons as she has no heart or blood vessels.
+ Doesn't bleed
- Can't heal and any injuries sustained will need to be stitched up
+ She isn't easily intimidated, though Humans will always make her uneasy
- not the brightest of the bunch

Equipment Requests: A pocket sewing kit.

History: As with every monster Shanon wasn't born, but simply began one fog drenched night down an alley way where horrible things had happened. A number of hours were spent roaming through the streets figuring out how her body worked; how her joints moved, how her spine could twist, how her senses picked out her prey walking alone at night. As a Monster she was made of the malicious and cruel thoughts of Humans, however that didn't mean that she herself was entirely cruel.

Then They appeared: The Containment and Examination of Monsters company (C.E.M). Shanon was no match for the Agents who possessed equipment specifically designed to deal with Monsters and she was quickly captured. Her world then became one of a small white room and of scalpels and needles as the Agents sought to figure out how she worked.

One day something went wrong; another monster was able to escape its cell and the C.E.M facility fell into chaos. Shanon, along with many other Monsters fled from the facility, making sure to remove a number of Agents from the world on the way out. She, like many others, fled very far from the facility and didn't dare to stop running until a day had passed by which point she had stumbled, almost collapsed with exhaustion, into a forest rarely seen by humans.

Here Shanon met another Monster who had taken the name Darcy, and had prompted Shanon to take a name herself. Here the pair lived together in relative peace only occasionally disturbed by wondering Humans or the rare Agent seeking them out.

Personality: Very protective of those she calls 'friend' Shanon will selflessly place herself in harm's way without a second thought. Shanon tries to be kind and wants to learn and experience as much of the world that she can before she ends, as such given half the chance Shanon will relentlessly hound a person with questions about anything and everything. Of course such a strong sense of curiosity has landed her in a number of situations and a few close calls, but it has yet to discourage her from exploring.

However, Shanon holds a very 'black and white' view of the world and those around her; if she considers someone to be a threat to her or another's well-being she will express, and possibly follow through with, her desire to end them. Normally in such cases she will try to quickly end her opponent by sneaking up on them when their guard is down, but if the option is unavailable she has nothing against ripping them apart even if it means sacrificing herself.

[User]
Vata listened carefully to Twain's description of a "plane." He was fascinated by it, but Twain tried to make it sound so...normal. This was more like the sort of thing you would hear from the people investigating the ruins in the East. A metal thing that flies in the sky, capable of carrying not just several, but hundreds of people? Actually, wait. He had heard of this sort of thing before, but there was only one in existence, and it was much smaller than the sort of thing Twain was suggesting. It didn't sound anywhere near as comfortable either, and he hadn't heard many good things about the woman that owned it.

Vata noticed that he had been lost in thought, again. He seemed to have a bad habit of doing that, but when he wasn't in some sort of danger, it generally wasn't a bad thing. Sure, it could make some conversations a bit more awkward, but he had gotten some of his best ideas while not listening to someone. He noticed that there was someone unfamiliar in front of him, and tried to introduce himself while attempting to ignore what was in the now-heavy bag he was holding.

"Uh, hello. I don't think we've met. What's your name?"

[Assistant]
After he shook Twain's hand, XIII made his way towards one of the many fires around the room. He needed to warm up or he'd get sick. Not that the carnage of the room helped. XIII had trouble keeping his dinner down as he looked around the room.

When Twain spoke up, asking him and some stranger to go see what could be done with the body at the altar, XIII nodded but stayed in place. A few more minutes and he'd be warm enough to do something.

XIII had finally warmed up when more people started showing up. He made his way towards the group gathering around. When Twain mentioned Tiger, XIII frowned in thought. Who were these people? It was a question that he made vocal.

"Who are you guys, anyway?"

[User]
"Stubborn thing, ain't you?" John muttered, slitting his eyes at the dragon. He reviewed his count; around 16 shots left- call it 7 at current levels, since he'd been raising both the voltage and current with every shot.

At this point, John decided that it was fairly unlikely that he'd hit a stun or kill threshold even using all the power he had left in one shot- even if he could get the stunner to reach that threshold without burning it out halfway through the delivery. He stops walking and squares himself against the dragon, steadying his feet at a shoulder width apart, then reaches down into his supply of pills and pops back a tablet of chalky courage.

John could see better than most animals, even with one human eye weighing him down, and was certain he saw better than the dragon. Looking up at the beast on its perch he could see a spark of what could be called... well, maybe not intelligence, but certainly cunning. An animal too smart to be scared away by punishing lightning, but not logical enough to move on to easier prey when it was harmed... and it could tell it was him that was the source of the pain- he could see it in the way it looked directly at him.

This, of course, changed things; though not as much as it would have if John hadn't spent the last few minutes shooting the damn thing. Normally, this would be the time to crack out the first contact protocols... However, seeing as he had been shooting at it and probably pissing it right off, counting out prime numbers and drawing Pythagorean's theorem would probably not be the most helpful thing to do.

Therefore, John drew what he thought of was a healthy compromise, and shot it again. As the beast roared a long loud roar to follow up its three bursts of flame, lightning lashed out between the small weapon and the forked tongue of the creature, cutting its intimidating roar short with a pained yelp. Then, sure that he had gotten the creature's full attention, John proceeded to do what in nature is the equivalent of giving a predator the middle finger- that is to say, he whipped out his 'self' and proceeded to piss in the dragon's direction. The stream, and John's steady glare lasted for about half a minute, and then he put his trousers back in place, turned smartly about, and began a brisk pace towards the castle. A brisk pace which soon evolved into a run.

[Assistant]
Shaking his hand Charles decided that he liked Twain; friendly, chipper and on the ball (mostly) with what looked like a very large mandible in hand. What such a large thing the mandible had been connected to Charles was slightly afraid to ask, at least at the current time.

With the conversation shifting its direction towards him Charles thought it to be a very good point to introduce himself to all the others.

"Pleasure to meet you all." He spoke after reclaiming his hand from Twain's shake, and then proceeded to shake the other hands offered. "Name's Charles. Charles Balderdash. As Twain, Sir? Commanding officer? Team leader? Shouty man?" He tested each name with a tilt of the head and a cheeky grin.

"Well, as he said I'm a new person on this whole situation. Just flying by when a dragon decided that we'd make a rather good snack but pretty much everyone got out alright. All limbs intact and what-not so no harm done."

In reply to this statement one member of TIGER near to the back of the group gave a bitter laugh. The rest simply rolled their eyes or got on with checking the equipment they'd managed to bring.

"Well anyway, nothing much we can do about it now." He said with a shrug. "Oh wait hold the phone, what about that other guy. eeerm whatshisname?" Charles proceeded to snap his fingers trying to recall the person's name. "Oh John! John, the guy who went off to fight the Dragon. Do you think he's alright?" He asked Zesiro, but then a moment later moved on from the topic with another shrug.

"Oh, he's probably fine. Anyway and you lovely people would be…?"

Charles directed the question at the others who he didn't recognise as being in the team files he'd been given. He'd have to take photos and write down names of them pretty soon as well as try to get a good idea of how they got here in the first place. Perhaps they were related to the situation at hand?


[System]
CS:

Appearace: 5'11 and 185lbs, he has an average build with semi-muscular composure and broad shoulders. His black hair goes only halfway down his neck with groups of strands falling haphazardly over his face (from months of not grooming properly.) Usually wears simple cloaks and robes over neutral looking clothes, but he also has a modified military uniform that grants him protection without restricting his movements.
Age:22

Gender: Male

Element: Fire

Abilities: Chit Zai is a highly skilled prodigy of the fire nation military. He has mastered all basic and is adept in advanced fire bending techniques, including the use of lightning. This does not make him perfect however, he believes that to only be the foundation of his martial arts and hopes to combine experience in the world and his own creativity to develop into an much greater fire bender. He is also in experienced in fighting any of the other elements, which leaves him susceptible to the unexpected.

Personality: Chit Zai is strong willed, intelligent, and determined to a fault. However he can be a bit of a jerk to those around him as he has a hard time focusing on anything other than his long term goals. Like many Fire nation nobles, he is incredibly honour-bound which leads him to behave in sometimes impractical ways.

Brief Bio: Second Born to a noble Fire Nation Family, the Zan family, Chit Zai had been pushed to a military career from a very young age. Chit Zai had taken this on himself as his preordained destiny and had committed himself to being the greatest soldier he could become. He entered basic training at the age of 8, and moved on to officer training when he was 12. While still in training, the new avatar, had begun his training with some of the greatest teachers the nation had to offer. Chit Zai was astonished when he had been asked to participate in this training. It had occurred to him that he was often being praised for his technique and adaptability, but he certainly never expected such an honour. When the ice began to encroach on the fire nation's borders, and the water tribe began the first of its attacks, Chit Zai was transferred to a special ops team; he was sent out into enemy territory, often alone, to gather intelligence and prevent large scale attacks by any means possible.

Extras:Chit Zai's flames usually have a greenish tinge to them, he has been told this is because of the courageous will that burns within him; he is not sure he believes that.

[User]
"One more time." The young man whispered to himself, sweat dripping down his face. He had to keep going until he fell over. he had to get this firebending stance right. It was one of the few advanced stances that he had learned so far, and he could definitely see why it was called such.

It had all started a few days beforehand when he, his firebending master, and the two White Lotus escorts arrived on Ember Island. They had to lay low to avoid Iluq and her forces, but with each and every passing day, the world got colder. They knew that much, and the White Lotus escorts wanted it to be known that they only had so much time before the inevitable final battle took place between the avatar and the self-proclaimed Queen of Frost. The conversation became so heated that Masaru stormed away and took it as a challenge to master the rest of the stances and techniques as fast as he could in order to proceed to the next element.

His fist shot out in front of him, producing a mighty blast of fire. Before the fire could dissipate, Masaru launched his other fist forward and pretended as if he had struck his opponent. His hands retracted back to his sides, his body spinning around and moving around the circle that was supposed to be where his opponent stood. he moved his hands quickly, making sure to scrape against one of the materials that he had collected during his travels. With the spark it caused, Masaru began to firebend again, his flames now a dark red with purple flames spouting from the base.

He continued his form quickly and ferociously, his colored flames still intact as he finished.

He paused to take a deep and heavy breath. Several minutes passed before a word escaped his lips. "Again." he whispered, beginning the form once more. He was sure that his entire body was covered in sweat, as he had been practicing all morning and well into the afternoon.

[Assistant]
Meanwhile, at the coast of the Earth Kingdom's Westernmost peninsula, Erok was waiting.

An uneasy chill may have permeated the air and earth, and the tree he leaned against as he took a break from his day long march had become withered from the unnatural winter, but Erok took no notice of these things. Instead his eyes scanned the horizon out to sea, where he knew the Fire Nation lay in wait, to the Ember isles, where the worlds saviour trained. Looking further, to the northwest, he knew that the Water Nation was going to make an attempt at the Avatar. He knew all this through his various sources in the Earth Kingdom. Traders and Merchants who spread rumors, but truth as well.

Erok had sent warning to his only remaining Fire Nation contact, Chit Zai. If Erok knew what was happening, then Iluq would know as well.

Erok had only to wait from the all clear from Chit, then he could make his move. He didn't like the idea of being recognized as a Water bender in the Fire Nation without someone to vouch for him.

[User]
Mao Lei had been walking for days since she left Ba Sing Se, her travels taking significantly longer since she had to dodge checkpoints on the main roads, resulting in wide detours through significantly less traversable landscape. But she was finally here, almost at the peninsula where the Earth Kingdoms borders were closest to the Ember Isles, where she had been told she might find someone who could help her locate the Avatar.

All she knew was that the Earth Kingdom Rebellion had received occasional contact from a Water Tribe soldier who was supposed to be dead. It was only due to one of her higher-ranking friends that she learned that contact might still be alive, and searching for the same person as she was. This was supposed to be the location she might find him, and if he wasn't here, well, she'd figure something else out. She always did, after all.

The man standing solemnly facing the sea was the only person out here, at least that she could see, and that made him her best chance. As she approached it certainly became clear that he had water tribe features, which made her both excited and uneasy. Could he be the Waterbender she was searching for? Or was he a soldier loyal to Iluq, not wearing his outfit? She cursed herself for not learning any of the code sentences she could have used. Well, maybe she could figure him out with some small talk.

She made her way over to the man, not making much attempt to stay hidden but her training resulted in a rather quiet walk to him before she spoke up, almost next to him. "Chilly, isn't it? Then again, I'm sure the poles are a lot colder, huh."

[Assistant]
"More than you know. Aren't you a little far from home?"

The nearest village had to have been at least thirty miles away; it was too dangerous these days for people to live on their own without the protection of walls, especially so close to the sea. Erok turned to face her, wondering why she had approached him so openly with small talk. Perhaps she had some idea of who he was, or what he was doing. Attempting to size her up and evaluate if she would be a threat to him, Erok tried a more direct route.

"Have you been looking for me?"

[User]
Back on ember island, Where things were normally peaceful, a large plume of black smoke rose over the town square. One of two foreboding signs that summer afternoon. There was also a distinct chill in the air, blowing in from the south. The smoke grew thicker and seemed to spread across the town, as though a wild fire were out of control. Worse, the source seemed to be headed towards the white lotus hide out where the young avatar was being housed.

Chit Zai sprinted as hard as he could through the maze like streets of ember island. His legs and lungs burning with desperation and fatigue. As he rounded a corner, Chit Zai put his back to the wall and carefully peered back down the street. Just as he began to hope, all three of Iluq's agents came running around the corner. Without any further hesitation he was on the move again; burning everything in his wake, in hopes that it might slow them down. Thank the spirits that today was a harvest festival, and the town was entirely deserted, or people would be in serious danger.

An hour after the chase began, Chit Zai finally gave them the slip. He had to double back, costing him more time, but it was better than leading Iluq straight to the avatar. He approached from the training fields, as that's normally where Masaru could be found. "Avatar!" He called before he spotted him. There was no time to waste. He just hoped that his warning arrives in time for erok to help them.

[Assistant]
Masaru could hear a familiar voice call out to him as he continued his form. Pausing, he stopped his training to look at his firebending master moving towards him. Given his current appearance and tone of voice, the Avatar knew that something was wrong. He hadn't seen Chit Zai in a while, but a look around the area and a glance at the black smoke in the air told him what he needed to know. Though he was sure of what was going on, Masaru decided to meet his master halfway, running towards him and stopping once he got close enough.

"Chit Zai." He started, glancing around once more to make sure he wasn't followed by anyone. "What happened? Where's that fire? Are we being followed?" He shot multiple questions at the older man, curious to know what was going on. Of course they had to be on an island of an archipelagic nation. Masaru had yet to learn waterbending, with it being the third element on his list to master, counting firebending of course.

He knew that they should go and find the white lotus escorts. They were experts at hiding away and avoiding Iluq's army, but where would they start? Ember Island wasn't a remarkably big place, but with the harvest festival taking place, it was hard to come across people on the streets.