[System]
Character concept. If I need to add more details or change something, feel free to point it out.

Character Concept: "Till the end of the world I must stay faithful to my bachelor status."
Gender: Well last time I checked, I was a boy. I hope this also WON'T change.

Background: Oh in my previous life I was called Akira Satoru. I think it was a pretty normal planet except my... less then normal family. Ya see, I come from a strange japanese family where all cultists worshipped some sort of ghosts of fertility, marriage and some odd stuff like this. Never cared. Of course they tried to bring me in and join their madness, but I resisted. If I knew I would be cursed in after-life just because I resisted to get married and get a bunch of annoying brats, I would in the end jump in.

Their annoying yapping man... "Get married son, it's a tradition to build big family with a bunch of children. Plus Japan needs higher birthrate !" F**k them ! In the end I traveled to US once I ended up 18 and found a random job in one of Walmarts. I was so damn happy, but of course I needed to die in car accident 3 years later and ended up in this... dog body. I just wanted to spend the rest of my life alone, enjoying the life of a bachelor and prostitutes if I really needed to get laid. I learned that for refusing to follow my family path I would be cursed with a dog body in after life and would only get back to my normal one if I would find a love of my life and get married. What the heck. I thought they were joking ?! Now how I'm supposed to do it ?! I just hope that those chicks from hentai stories and their bestiali... no, let's just not go into details. This is so awkard...

Class: Audiokinetic

Of course it's mostly for rough template for my potential power. We may always discuss details.

Race: Talking dog. At least pretty cool dog (Labrador Retriever). Talk about idiotic after-death family curse. Those bastards I tell you...
Plus I'm a cat type of guy !

Attribute: Focus

Martial Arts: N/A

Thaumaturgy: Sound Based Magic. With Barking or rattling his muzzle ;).

Equipment: I'm dog, I don't think I can exactly use items. Although some sort of armor around my body would be cool, duh.

Look: My handsome figure.

[User]
Egwene tightened her grip on the man's shoulder as he backed away from the Scarecrow, and said he would leave it alone. That, wasn't her problem. She wasn't in any way bothered how he treated the Scarecrow, but she was bothered by how he treated her. Still, before she could continute her count, the Scarecrow screamed for Ezekiel, and the scream was responded a few seconds later with a guy carrying a rifle.
"Huh, were's your chariot?" She asked, still gripping the other guy's shoulder. "And, I believe you have mistaken us for someone else. We were recently dropped off here from elsewhere by....something, we don't actually know. I think. And I can shoot fire out of my tail! So, we aren't here to do anything to you, your kids, or your scarecrow. And if this one-" She started, gesturing to the man of whom she had still grasped "-tries anything, we get to see what twenty seven thousand degrees of focused heat does to the pneumo-tissue" She finished, grinning broadly and happily even though she had threatened to punch a hole in a guy's lung just a second ago. "So, why don't you start at the start and tell us why a large rifle is your greeting for new people rather than a cup of tea?"

[Assistant]
Aidan Diavol

@Eklispe@Damiann47

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Aidan retracted the shinai (bamboo sword) and rested it over his shoulder while his second one dangled in his grip.

"You're finally awake," he greeted the feline girl.

I didn't expect to see anything else honestly…well do you have any idea where we're going? (Sonia)

Removing the sword from his shoulder, Aidan pointed with it at the blue-haired three-eyed person's back as he was walking away.

"We're following that guy and we're hoping he's taking us to a village," he explained to her before turning to follow him and Orion. "Come on. No cat left behind."

The swordsman caught up to Orion in time to hear him self-proclaim himself indirectly the leader of their little group. Whatever. Aiden didn't really care for his main concern was figuring out this foreign land and his new life.

"My name is…" Aidan Diavol. "Aidan…Diavol…"

It felt strange saying it as though it hadn't been his true name, but it had been the first name to enter his mind. "I'm a…swordsman and a mage…I think."

It was hard to sound certain when one could barely grasp the environment, but he knew he would have to learn to do so quick in order to survive.

[User]
Jemma - The Beach

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The young woman hardly noticed the massive figure who blocked her path. There were so many people jostling her about, and besides, most were probably far too intoxicated to pay her any mind. But when a sturdy hand cupped her backside, she gave a squeal, and realized that he was focused entirely on her. This was not another drunken fool who paused only to shove a cup in her face, though she did smell the heavy stink of alcohol on his breath. This man had taken interest in her, and under the blinding sun, with the music throbbing in her head, she struggled to figure out why.

Well, if man was the appropriate tone at all. Jemma's lips parted in awe, and she nearly lost the candy she sucked on as she gazed up at him. It. Whatever. There was so much hair, and the horns that protruded from his head could not possibly be fake. If this person was also dead, and had followed the same process that she had, he had been far more creative in selecting his appearance.

As his other arm snaked around her small body to drag her closer, her hands went up in protest. Balled fists met the hard muscle of his midsection, and her heart leapt to her throat. He was saying something, but it sounded far away, and all she could manage was a soft, confused "mhmm." What in the world is going on?

Suddenly, her sense of sight felt off. Everything appeared brighter, but perhaps it was the strange blue filter that was to blame. Time seemed to speed up a bit, and she witnessed a man having his drink taken. But as quickly as the vision had come, it died away, and the blonde turned her head as she gagged. The candy was gone, and the sweet taste of strawberries had been replaced by something far more vile.

But what she found far more upsetting was the scene that played before her only seconds later. That same blonde man from before, raving about his cup being taken. "What the?" she murmured, before retching again.

[Assistant]
Damien was beginning to get a little less intimidated and a little more annoyed when the fox girl continued to get on his case. "What's your problem?!" Damien asked. "Spit it out." The mood was then cut short as the scarecrow began yelling for someone, making Damien cover an ear and take another step back from the loud noise. At first, there was nothing but silence as nothing happened. Then, the door to the farmhouse opened, and a man holding some sort of rifle emerged. That alone set off a number of alarms in his head. He could handle baseball bats and metal pipes, even knifes if he was careful enough, but a gun? That wasn't something he was willing to fight against.

Fortunately, it seemed like the fox girl was attempting to defuse the situation, although he was slightly irked and glared at her when she was still threatening him. Still, he didn't exactly have much else to add to the conversation, and decided to let it go its course for now. If things went south, though, he wouldn't hesitate to make a break for it.

[User]
TARUM

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The woman struggled in vain to escape from his 'embrace', her failed attempts did noting but fill Tarum with delight. His grin was accompanied by a cackle, oh this all felt strange yet so, so amazing. When it became clear that the blonde was not going to accept the drink he 'kindly' offered, Tarum shrugged "Your loss. More for me." He mumbled and was about to take a sip when he felt a shove from the side. It came more as a surprise rather than anything else, startling him enough to release the woman from his grasp and slightly stumble on his hooved feet. The one who had the gall to push him appeared to be a young man with the same blonde coloration of his hair like the woman. He was talking directly to Tarum, even pointing at him with his index finger to accentuate his words. In spite of his efforts, the words fell on quite literal deaf ears, the effect of the pill still present on Tarum, making it look almost comical how the man moved his mouth with no sound.

Judging by the aggravated expression on his face, he was clearly angry at Tarum for one reason or another. Hah, maybe he was this woman's boyfriend and didn't take kindly to someone groping her out of the blue. Or it could be something else, yet it all was the same for the Chaos-Weaver. 'Alright then..' Tarum thought as his ever-present grin only turned more wicked. He released the grasp he had on the glass, its contents spilling on the floor next to him followed by the glass itself, shattering as it touched the surface. This only seemed to make the blonde man in front of him angrier, good, it is going to make it more easier. Tarum nonchalantly took a few steps until he was right in the man's face, they were approximately the same height. He chuckled as he saw the man continuing to talk, only to be silence in the very next moment when Tarum head-butted him without so much as a warning of any kind.

Oh, the advantages of having not one but two pairs of horns. Tarum felt pretty much nothing yet the poor bloke fell on his ass with blood gushing from his nose, the surprise of the strike contributing to the force behind it, accentuated by the pill's effects. "Shut up." Tarum said mockingly and then proceeded to place his hoof on the man's chest, preventing him from getting up. He applied a bit of pressure, yet again, the pill's effects probably accentuated the force behind it more than Tarum assumed. The man struggled for a bit but stopped as he saw the Chaos-Weaver lean down, his burning orange eyes affixed to his face, smudged with blood from his nose. "Piss. Off." Were the only two words Tarum said to him before giving a final push from his hoof and then stepping back, releasing him. Another crazed laugh escaped him as he turned his attention back to the blonde woman, who appeared to be retching. He sighed and waited for her to be done before once again pulling her closer to him "Oh, you poor, fragile little thing." He said sarcastically, "How about some rest and relaxation somewhere more... private from prying eyes? Hmmmm?' He asked, indicating with his free hand towards the wooden path that lead away from the party. The slight ringing in his ears was an indication that maybe, just maybe, the pill's effects would pass and he could hear again. If that was the case, he had a few questions to ask this lovely little blonde and was curious to hear her answers.

[Assistant]
Hikaru - The Forest

Hikaru woke up in the forest. It was strange how quickly his death pushed him somewhere else. No Limbo, no darkness, no heaven (or hell, although Hikaru doesn't think he did anything exactly wrong, Hikaru led perfectly normal life). It just happened... instantly. he didn't even have a chance to think about what happened. It just did. Ahh yeah, car accident, how cliche. Hikaru read some stories about people being reincarnaited, but this was ridiculous ! Fucked up family full of cultists and baby making human machines... what the hell was wrong with them ?! And they said he needed to get married and get a bunch of kids because it's a tradition... F**k them all ! They mentioned some sort of curse... Heh... sad thing is that once Hikaru escaped their madness he barely lived 3 years. Yep, this sucked, horribly. All he wanted is to end up as a bachelor, live a happy life of a single and if needed visit prostitutes to get laid ! Simple, effective, no needed drama which is part of normal relationship. No responsibilities. But of course some fag driving shitty truck needed to hit him head on. Gah...

Well... at least he's still alive ! Although Hikaru couldn't help but look around confused. If he reincarnated wasn't he supposed to be reborn as a baby, screaming and wailing in clear shock. Well it certainly was something that Hikaru didn't expect. Well it was time to check himself, huh. Wait... why Hikaru walked in such a strange way, so close to the ground... He noticed small pond nearby and moved in to check out his reflection. Hikaru trembled in shock and howled (?!).

No no no no NO F*****IG hell no ! Now he remembered that sh**ty curse promise ! And in the end it turned out true ?! That after death Hikaru would end up as a dog and the only way to revert it was by getting into serious relationship and getting married after. SERIOUSLY !? What the sack full of bulls**t ! He always prided himself in being a single, bachelor ! Hikaru growled in anger clearly not happy with situation, not only he doubted he could just go and pay for sex as a FU***NG DOG, but even get it in first place ! Oh well, maybe those hentai legends about girls liking besti... no no no. Don't move into the subject, too much. What surprised him is that once he released another bark, he felt like information moved back to him. It was like...

Echolocation...

Once clearly pissed, suddenly stopped and thought about it. Hikaru just proved that he wasn't exactly normal dog, maybe it wouldn't be so bad. He repeated the bark and received new sort of information. Wind, Trees, Sounds of Crickets, Random Guy Throwing Axes On Nearby Trees... wait, what ! Hikaru wanted to move away and have nothing to do with some stranger, but he needed information. Of any kind. And in nearby vicinity there was no one else. So calm and yet so scary and spooky. Well, he could try the middle ground and walked to him. Sit in place, and barked 'Woof' three times to get his attention and whined after. Maybe he will help him out ? Labrador retriever dogs are pretty cool after all, huh ?


[System]
The Moonkissed Princeling

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P E R S O N A L D E T A I L S
Age - 15
Gender - Male
Heritage - Second Son of the Third Wife of the King of Grayle, His Righteousness Albus II
Magical Affinity - Water

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P E R S O N A L I T Y

Air-Headed
Spoken of charitably, Rossweine lives without a care for material goods, seeing beyond the trappings of greed and pride to get at what truly matters in life. That, however, is perhaps simply the hallmark of a noble, one who from birth was entitled to wealth and material security, for whom no amount of money could sway if only because such wealth would improve little in their life. He floats about in a more transient, fleeting world, taking everything at his own pace with no real inclination towards any particular goal. There is feeling, of course, passions that may shake his heart or draw him towards one experience or another, but emotions are less substantial than desires, and for all his beauty, he fades into the background during social occasions, finding himself more at peace in seclusion or in nature. Unfettered by responsibility, guided only by glimmers of moonlight and the sounds of the fairies' footsteps, Rossweine is a heartless being, distant from the world his flesh inhabits.

Well-Mannered
But certainly, like any noble, Rossweine is a master of manners, using courtesies and niceties to soften and repaint whatever actions his air-headed nature inspires. He stands all, his expressions and gestures as elegant and eloquent as one would expect out of those bearing royal blood. If need be, his eyes could even shine with a confident, stately light, the sort of brilliance that others could point at and use as evidence that there is a natural difference between those born in the rough and those born on high. Like all customs of high society, however, it is a mask, a blade, a shield, hammered into the psyche of those who may bear rings or crowns with more fervor than the arts of the martial path, the instruction of the arcane craft. An aristocrat without a noble bearing is nothing more than a foot soldier, after all. For nobility itself is artifice, built through wealth and delusion, history and mythology.

Thick-Skinned
Guided only by gossamer whimsy and cast within a noble mold, it stands that he cares little for what reputation he carries, what mockeries and infamy are leveled against him. One can exist only in their own mind, after all, filtered through perceptions that wax and wane depending on the humors. How meaningless, then, is it to cling to beliefs of normalcy, to speak of traditions and inheritance as if they were certain things, when even the immutable will of the great heroes have been twisted with time? Just as how weightlessly he treats his own words, Rossweine sees the words of others as just as weightless, nothing more than snowflakes melting away in a span of a second. If a smile and an apology could reduce aggressions, then let it be so. If some coin is enough to buy his peace, then let it be so. And if nothing more than blood could solve a conflict, then he will flee rather than fight. Perhaps that too, is the countenance of a noble. Indeed, all have their own sense of what's normal, a sense that they apply to the world around them. For Rossweine, that normalcy is one where all emotions fade when expended, where long-lasting grudges are merely the stuff of legends. So what does he care for the anger, the envy, the violence of others? It will all fade in time, melting into apatheia.

S K I L L S E T

Painting
The gift that the Moon granted Rossweine was that of art, of distorting the world that all saw with paint and brush, pencil and easel. It is his one obsession, the one thing that his mother could feel proud about. Upon the canvas, he hollows himself out, for that sliver of a chance that another could feel a sliver of what he felt. But he is first and foremost a Prince of the Grayle lineage, and he is secondly a knight, tasked with sharpening his steel in order to serve as the kingdom's shield. His gift then, lies only in a distant third, and his crafts remain in his private study, covered in cloth.

Deflecting
How can one without passion strike down another? How can one accustomed to retreat and concession protect others? Rossweine's shield is as fragile as stained glass. Rossweine's sword is as light as a feather. He will not win with a singular strike like a hero of yore, nor will he face his enemies shield-first like a guardian of the people. Rather, in absence of any true commitment to victory or loss, offense or defense, he simply parries. Meeting strikes on slants, guiding blades off their path, measuring distances and maintaining space with steps as gentle as fairies upon dew-touched fields. A defensive style focused on footwork, one that turns a fight into a dance until the aggressor...what? Runs out of strength and gives up? Trips and impales themselves on their own sword? Gets stabbed from behind by one of Rossweine's allies? The noble prince is skillful indeed. He will deflect even the burden of violence from his shoulders.

But for some reason, such a method of fighting makes Rossweine appear as if he's effortlessly toying with his opponent instead, and now everyone expects that's he's a plain and simple Swordmaster, rather than someone escaping responsibility.

Blessing
Pray that it does not come to it.
 | Physical Description
What could be said other than how Rossweine Lupus Grayle, Second Son of the Third Wife of the King of Grayle, His Righteousness Albus II, is without question a youth who looks like a prince? Standing tall at 5'10, with perhaps room to grow even taller, he casts an elegant, slender silhouette, the very picture of a hero-knight. His eyes are possessed by a gentle, turquoise sheen, akin to a forest spring, while his hair, an ashy brown, comes down in soft, silky tufts that beg to be caressed. A perpetual state of peacefulness has kept his skin and mien unmarred, and his face strikes that balance of androgynous handsomeness achievable only by an adolescent.

A well-defined jawline and a slim nose. Soft cheeks and long eyelashes. Hands warm and firm, but slender and well-manicured. Even dressed in simple clothing that befits his disposition more than his station, he looks like a portrait, even what few, subjective flaws upon his person only serving to further accentuate such beauty. In his wake, there is no doubt that he's left a trail of broken hearts, even at his tender age.

But that's simply par for course if one was a royal prince, the object of fantasy and gossip.
Character Conceptualization
They say that he was born on a blue moon, when the clock struck midnight.

They say that he was a stubborn birth, clawing and rioting to stay within his mother's womb.

They say that he was born fragile, lighter than his brothers and sisters, lungs heaving with only a miserly whimper once exposed to the outside world.

And over the years, they've continued to say many things of the Moonkissed Princeling, birthed by the union of Lady Terrenza Welrimelle and King Albus II, yet possessing neither the Lady's acumen nor the King's power. He must have been a child birthed only when the bounty of the fair Lady's womb had dried up, a child of middling intelligence and meager magical talent, an unfanged cub to the wolves who were his older siblings. The firstborn son, the valorous Manegold of the Eclipsing Strike, is the Knight-Commander of the Western House. The secondborn daughter, the honorable Sieglinde, stands as one of the few advisors of the Grand Duke. The thirdborn daughter, the perceptive Walpurga of the Deep Sea, will succeed in the role of Royal Librarian of the Arcane Path once the current one's tenure is up. All this was obtained through talent and the expenditure of political capital and wealth.

All this is simply to be expected if the third wife of His Righteousness is to expect House Welrimelle, mere Earls, to be grafted into the Grayle family as rulers.

And all this left Rossweine as…what? A second son, a prince with no great talents in warfare or leadership. He was only as beautiful as what ought to be expected of royalty, there was not much left in the family coffers to expend upon a fourth child, especially one without great prospects. So what did that make of his childhood?

One full of love, one bereft of great expectations. One that he did not appear to mind.

Time passed. The child grew up in body, yet did not change in mind. His mother worried as mothers would. His father hardly registered his existence, as any king would. The blood of heroes did not give rise to anything spectacular, and still, his magic only aligned with a single, pitiful element. Perhaps this was what allowed his delinquency to go unpunished? Or perhaps the battle for the crown was simply so consuming that his elder siblings and his dearest mother wanted for him something different?

Or perhaps it was the fate ascribed to him by the Wise God, He Who Dwells Within the Lunar Sea?

If a Prince had no place in the world, let him be a Knight, so that he may at least stand guard in a solitary keep, overlooking a seldom-touched plains.

So Prince Rossweine Lupus Grayle joined the many prospective candidates who sought to earn the glory of becoming a Royal Knight. And for all his listless apathy, the results of his first duel had some…undesirable consequences.

"The Knight King's blood must truly run in his veins! Look at how he forced his foe to kneel without once striking back!"
Other Information
He fights in the equipment of a standard knight, with a shield in one hand and a longsword in the other.

He smells of spring and snowmelt, and does not sweat easy. Prefers quick, cold ablutions over warm baths.

He is soft-spoken and restrained, with a preference towards ambiguous, noncommittal phrasing.

He received a noble's education, which includes hunting, pensmanship, and the sixty-four standard ballroom dances that emerge in noble society. In the absence of servants to aid him in doing so, he cannot actually put on any of his clothes, so subsequently prefers buttonless, laceless attire. |

[User]
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Food!

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Sure enough, the mess hall was still mostly empty. Long benches sat neatly arranged around a series of long and narrow tables, with a single path between them leading up to the counter, where a few of the other cadets, together with some of the palace servants, seemed to be hard at work preparing the day's breakfast. It seemed they planned on weaning the artistocrats among them slowly from their more delicate tastes, as the meal consisted not only of a variety of freshly baked biscuits, but also real sausages, and gravy made from the same. Granted, by noble standards, it was already a poor man's meal -- but for somebody like Julian who had been living on scraps for the past several weeks, it was a feast fit for a king. And so, lured in by the delicious sights and smells at the counter, she approached without a care for the fact that Kai had already arrived first.

Once alongside him, however, it struck her that she really didn't have the slightest idea what to say to the bluette. Their only conversation had been on the prior night, and hadn't exactly been under the best of circumstances. She was pretty sure she had managed to assuage his concerns about her... but something about him still just put her on edge, and she couldn't quite place why. It wasn't as if he was terribly imposing, or had a particularly scary face -- his expression was vacant and a little sleepy, like the look of a contented sheepdog. She probably even could have called him cute, if it weren't for the way those bronze-red eyes of his seemed to suddenly fixate on things without any warning.

...But now she was the one who was staring, and cute or not, that was still rude. So, she struck up a nervous grin, and, giving a slight chuckle and a wave, greeted her squadmate.

"Good morning, sir. You're, uh... pretty energetic this morning, huh? Ehehehe..."

[Assistant]
K A I
Making a Mess, in the Hall

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"Good morning, sir. You're, uh... pretty energetic this morning, huh? Ehehehe..."

Kai paused in the middle of biting into three sausages at one time, having speared the morsels on a single fork like some kind of tri-shiskebab. He looked at Julian with a tilt of his head, and blinked twice. His braid flipped over one shoulder as if "peeking" at the shorter blonde.

"I am?" He broke into a grin. "That's good, then!" So saying, he resumed tearing into the pile of food on his plate--he at least seemed to know how to use his utensils, although considering the speed they moved at it was hard to tell if he was holding them "properly."

"What about you, Julian?" he asked through chomps and gulps. He tilted his head in the opposite direction as before as those bronze-red eyes fixed on the other cadet. "Are you energetic this morning?"

The others soon filed in as well, and the bluette's gaze shifted momentarily before he refocused on the Baker boy. But, in that moment, he recognized Zenshin, who had called out to him when he was already mid-dash out of the room. That...would probably be considered rude, wouldn't it? That Dot person, on the other hand, gave the impression of not speaking to anyone either if it could be avoided. The way Dot seemed to trail behind others, it made Kai wonder if the dark-cloaked recruit had a habit of observing others like he did. Signar and the Prince were walking together, and the bluette wondered if they had already made friends.

...Had he made any friends yet? He had talked to Nathaniel, the Prince, and now Julian...but were they friends yet? What would that mean? Gramps had always told him he would need to make lots of friends, but there had been so much to learn before he applied to the academy, so until now he hadn't spent much time with anyone else...


[System]
Race: Aasimar

Age: 26

Appearance: Mercy is an Aasimar, with appearance that might belie natural beauty in better circumstance, but is often caked in the dust and grime of the roads traveled. Ivory skin, blonde hair tied back, and with deep blue eyes, the young woman exudes an air of confidence beyond her years.

Often those very same features are concealed beneath the shade of a well-worn 'cowboy' hat and the simple draw of a bandana over her lower face. Perhaps the truest evidence of her femininity is her slim perfectly shaped figure, A toned and flat belly blends into a slim waist and then gives way to the curvy flare of her hips and long, powerful legs. Even so, her form is often hidden beneath the padded duster she wears.

Around her throat rests a cold pendant in the shape of the sun, a symbol of her driving faith. The 'instruments' of that faith are far more striking; a pair of well-maintained revolvers rest in a classic 'gunslinger' belt.

Skills and abilities:
Marksmanship/Gunslinging
Short to medium firefights.
Magic: Smiting shot, 'Lay on hands', can channel some positive energy.
Healing: Mundane wound tending.
Decent musician

Weapons:
Gunslinger revolvers
Pump-Action shotgun
Survival knife
Sun pendant focusing necklace.
Stock-whip

Other Equipment:
Traveling Bag (Rations, Water skin, bedroll and fire-starting equipment.)
Leather Long coat
Weather Poncho
Notebook
The Hat.

Background:
There was a time when the birth of an Aasimar was a good omen and cause for celebration, these days it can be a burden. There was plenty in this world people were willing to blame the gods for, and plenty of people who decided that someone who had the slightest hint of their blood was good enough. Even so, early life was as happy and safe as it could be for a time.

Mercy grew up in a small settlement to parents who ran a small tavern within called 'The Oasis' for its location near a well of fresh and clean water. Serving what drinks they could and patching up travelers, their family enjoyed earning a living and the protection of the settlement. She'd sing in the tavern, learned to stitch wounds with her father and went to bed with a full belly surrounded by warmth.

Monsters come in all shapes and size, but it wasn't mutants or infected that brought the destruction of her home, but men. For as long as there have been people alive, someone has wanted what another has. The men that came to town played the part of travelers, enjoying their stay until late in the night.

Mercy awoke to the sounds of screams, gunfire and death. They'd opened the gates and let the wolves in. The raiders took what they could, burned what they couldn't and the noise drew in the infected. The settlement became a ghost town above her while she hid in the cellar below. It took her days to dig her way out and even then she collapsed amidst the smoldering wreckage certain as her eyes closed that something would come for her life in the night.

But the sun rose again for Mercy LaCroix, as dawn broke her eyes opened and her hands closed upon a new weight resting in her palms. A pair of revolvers, old-fashioned and yet in perfect condition. As she stood with the weapons, there was purpose like never before. Such wickedness would be punished; justice would be delivered for the Oasis.

Three years had passed, hands that had one held their weapons with shaky determination were now firm, eyes wide with fear now carried clarity. Tragedy had brought her path to her, but the wastelands had no shortage of people in need and monsters that needed to be put down.

Other stuff:

[User]
S'Hraa silently cursed his luck. Though he and the others managed to fend off the raiders, they did make off with most of their supplies and a hefty body count. Now there is just four left and enough food for only a few days at most. At least he managed to eat one of the dead raiders and though it was one of the smaller races, a halfling if he recalls correctly, it will sustain him enough for nearly a week.

With a new day comes new problems, they would need to scavenge food and fuel before something else befalls them. A fact only reinforced by Zim's words. S'Hraa needed no time for mourning with the matter at hand being more urgent, not that he would otherwise.

" And they shall never truly die as long as our hearts continue to beat. We are living on time they gave us and sitting around is a luxury we cannot afford right now. I can go look for something to eat while you all figure out the fuel situation."  S'Hraa then got up and walked out of sight of the others. Confident in his distance he abandoned walking in favor of slithering, giving his limbs some rest as well as letting him cover more ground. As far as he knows, the others see him only as he wishes to be seen, as a Human. He often had to sacrifice comfort to keep up appearances, his legs were not meant to travel as much as he did recently, and even after sleeping were still sore. The respite, even if it would end up brief, is welcome.

S'Hraa surmised the hotel would certainly have some place for storing and preparing food and after a little bit of searching found the kitchen. Unfortunately, it seemed the place was picked clean long ago and nothing edible remained. But before he could let out a string of obscenities, he detected something nearby. At first, he thought it was one of the others but, after probing the air with his forked tongue, he detected an unfamiliar scent. Dropping low and after a few corners he found a fawn passed out on the ground. " A victim of the dry heat, hopefully it won't claim us as well. A pity it is like this, I'd prefer something still moving. But I'm good enough for now, the others would need this more than me."  After ensuring its death with his dagger, he carried it back to where the others were. A handful of hours and all he had to show for it was this small thing, but it's better than nothing.

 "It seems that, this building at least, was picked clean long ago but I did find this fawn. Not much meat on it but it should last us a meal or two. Did we get enough fuel? I'd like to get out of here before this dry weather affects my scales… er skin."  S'Hraa said, hoping no one noticed his gaffe.  "Speaking of the heat, how is our water situation? Did we manage to get away with any?"  He added, in an attempt to distract from his mistake as well as being a genuine concern. Though he like any snake was well suited for going long periods without water, he figured the others probably would not last half as long as himself. He did not like having to rely on others but he would need to put his trust in them to survive the coming days, weeks, or however long it will take. And he can't trust the dead to do anything but rot.

[Assistant]
The scent of gun-smoke still seemed to cling to the skin of Mercy LaCroix as she rested nearby. Dust still clung to her coat, hat and skin where it could and she'd peeled off her gloves to wipe away the dirt and grime that coated the revolver in her hand. To anothers eyes, it might almost seem a senseless vanity to be attending to cleaning a weapon that was functioning perfectly almost to a 'showroom' finish before one had even taken care of themselves, but it was more than that; reflection. Prayer.

She'd come to the group recently, her wandering travels having aligned with the larger caravan as it had been. They were good people, people she'd wished to help and protect using the abilities she'd been blessed with.

Now so many of them were dead.

In the fight, she'd been a blazing ballet of lead and gun-smoke cutting down raiders and avoiding bullets, but it hadn't been enough. She couldn't put all the raiders down, she couldn't protect everyone she wished and as she'd been grimly reminded of later there was only so much healing she could provide. Even an Aasmir blessed as she was couldn't lay hands on the wounded over and over again.

Drained as she was from the efforts of healing, she'd been sitting there in that 'prayer' nonspeaking for almost half an hour before she finally holsters the weapon and seems to come back to reality.

"We're hurting," she speaks evenly, reaching to retrieve her gloves. "Those that hit us and took what we have would know it. We should check to see if there are any trails that show some broke away. It might well lead us to where any backup they have is holed up, or maybe even water if they've been haunting and hunting around here for a while." A pause, she pulls the leather taught over her right hand and then reaches to glove the left. "At the very least, we'll know if they're more likely to come back while we're still licking our wounds."

Of course, Mercy wasn't a tracker, but it was a suggestion the others could use. Not quite the plan Zim was asking for, but it was a start! S'Hraa's return with his small prize earns a frown, but she nods none the less. Anything that wasn't cutting into what they had was one step further from starvation. She still had water in her canteen, but they'd need more soon enough.

With an exhaled breath, she finally reaches for her hat where it had rested on the rubble beside her, placing it atop one knee while she worked to re-secure the ties that kept her hair pinned out of the way. "Moving is a good idea when we can, but in the mean time we should make sure we're as safe as we can get and look to see if we can find supplies of any kind. Scraps are still something."

[User]
Endre says nothing as the others say a few words and quickly do what they can to ease the pain of those they have known passing. He leans quietly against a dilapidated sand scored cabinet, quietly cleaning his rifle of carbon scoring and the thick cloying dust that seems to get everywhere. He is relatively new to the band, finally tiring of his self imposed exile and seeking out the companionship of those who do not hate him for what he is. At least for a little while. He knows that this is not likely to last for long, eventually words or bullets will fly and he will be back alone on the dusty road until loneliness forces him to seek companionship yet again.

Finally when the others begin speaking of plans her shakes himself from his melancholy and begins to reassemble his rifle with clean practiced movements that speak of a relative lifetime of muscle memory. He nods to Mercy as his hands continue to work at his weapon. "They were desperate, I doubt they left any men behind. They attacked us with the ferocity of cornered animals. If there is anything of value left in their camp, wherever it may be. Chances are that it is water, water is heavy and hard to transport. Prey to your god, and if they are good perhaps they had some kind of heavy foodstuffs as well." He thinks back to the desperation of the attack, and the whipcord thin bodies on some of their attackers. "Though I would not bed our survival on it. I will take my bike back. It should have enough fuel to get me there, and it has two empty jerry cans if I find a water source. And I have cords if they have some nicely prepared for us."

He turns towards the door slinging his rifle over one shoulder before running his roughly calloused hands over one of the horns sweeping back beside his head. "Make sure that you search our fallen allies vehicles, friends though they may have been many will still choose themselves over their comrades." Turning his demonic visage away from the others he heads quickly towards his bike, slowly checking it over before mounting it with ease. Lifting his canteen to his lips he takes a small sip, hearing the liquid within it slosh and feeling it's deceptive weight. In this heat? It will not be enough, not nearly enough. Finally he kicks his leg down savagely once, and then twice before the satisfying roar of his powerful beasts rends the air with its fury. He calls out over the roar, barely audible over the savage noise. "That firefight was long and loud, they know we are hurting. Watch for the vultures."

[Assistant]
There was a frown to cross Mercy's lips as she rests her hands on her hips, a stance of contemplation as much as any other emotion it might convey. Always easier for her to think these days when she had her weapon close at hand and certainly easier to keep on living these days.

Trust the scout to want to keep moving, but he wasn't entirely wrong. They needed more supplies and water most of all. The comment about them likely having set up at a water source or storage certainly made sense enough to her. Even so...

"The bike is loud," she calls, a point that makes itself rather clear when she has to raise her voice. "It'll draw nearly as much attention as any firefight, but we'll need it to look for this camp." There's a sigh from the fair gunslinger before she turns back, looking towards the tinkering gnome and the conjurer with his secret scales she'd never given any indication of knowing about. "But my guns aren't exactly silent either. We'll go ahead for a bit, see if Endre can track them back a ways. Maybe even find some water."

One hand lifting to the pendant at her neck, those gloved digits gift a gentle squeeze before she continues addressing the others. "Follow along or stay here and see what you can do about fortifying this place enough for us to get back on our feet. If Zim can strip parts down or get us some fuel from a wreck, we may just be able to move on with a little more range."

To the Serpent in disguise? She gestures to where their travel bags rest tucked in the corner. "If anyone's going to be able to make sure the water from here or there is safe to drink or any other supplies we have aren't contaminated? It's probably you."
Whatever the others decide, Mercy knew enough to know that there were three things she was good at in this world more than anything. This wasn't the time for music and dance, they'd healed all the wounds that could be treated. That just left the violence that would almost certainly be waiting in the direction of the bandit camp if they could find it.

Hand on her hat to ensure it remained in place, she reached up to try and haul herself onto the back of the bike if there was room. She sure as hell wasn't going to be able to keep up on foot!


[System]
* Age: 16
* Gender: Female
* Appearance: Civilian Symphogear
* World of Origin: Senki Zesshou Symphogear
* Personality: Hibiki is a cheerful, energetic girl with a kind heart. She always wants to talk with others no matter how opposite their view points. She wants to reach out, take their hands, and try and understand them. Even if they're enemies, and even if they fight, she wants to understand others. Hibiki's cheerful attitude isn't unbreakable, as things that remind her of less pleasant times can deeply shake her. But she always tries to bounce back and put on a sunny attitude her hardest. Even if she's kind and understanding, she's also very willing to fight to protect those in need, to help her friends, and stop those who would hurt others or threaten the world. Hibiki loves to eat, and loves helping others. However, she can be a little aloof and dense at times, and when it comes to "book smarts" she isn't exactly the best, even if it wouldn't be accurate to call her stupid. Hibiki has a deep adoration for her roommate Kohinata Miku, referring to Miku as "her sunshine".
* History: Over two years ago, Hibiki was the sole survivor of an attack by the Noise, an alien race that relentlessly attacked humanity by converting themselves and their victims into carbon. As a result, she gained a shard of a fragment of the relic Gungnir, embedded in her chest. After three incidents, one of which involved the removal of the shard in her body and her gaining a proper relic fragment, she is still dedicated to helping others using her power as a Symphogear user.
* Abilities: Hibiki uses a fragment of the Relic Gungnir, attuning with it in order to done a suit of power armor known as the Symphogear System. Though she is now able to manifest an armed gear, a weapon based upon the original relic, she rarely does. And when she does, it is only as an extension of her fist. Hibiki fights using the enhanced strength granted by her Symphogear, and martial arts she was trained in by SONG's commanding officer, Kazanari Genjuro. As such, her attacks are her punches and kicks, and she lacks any named abilities. Due to her armor's development, she can now utilize both piston-style movement boosts and rocket boosters on her arms and legs to increase the impact of her attacks or her movement speed. Hibiki can also support the usage of suicidal attacks by bearing some of the burden herself, but only if they run on a system similar to the Symphogears. As Symphogears are activated by music, Hibiki sings as she fights. The Symphogear system also allows for interaction with things that are out of phase with reality, allowing Hibiki to attack targets that are attempting to avoid damage using such methods. Hibiki possesses a supermode that increases her power output greatly, known as Ignite Mode, but it is only utilized when necessary.

[User]
Akuma, Supreme Master of the Fist
- 13th Hierarchical City of Kagutsuchi

The martial artist's technique served to disperse the knives, only for them to swiftly correct their course and continue closing in. As Akuma prepared to defend himself, the warrior was suddenly treated to the sight of the knives unceremoniously halting, falling, and disappearing entirely. A quick assessment revealed that his comrades were responsible for this, having broken the foe's concentration. Not only that, but one of them had managed to ensnare the swordswoman in a hold, leaving her wide open.

Not one to let an opportunity go to waste, Akuma rushed towards his opponent. Once he drew near, the warrior allowed momentum to do the rest of the work, and shifted his attention to aiming his fist at the woman's midsection. Akuma needed to end the fight in one blow whilst keeping them alive, so a strike to the vitals was ill-advised. Instead, he went for the solar plexus, a nerve cluster with minimal muscular protection. A strike there would wind even the most resilient of men, and knock lesser ones unconscious. Most definitely painful, but rarely lethal.

[Assistant]
Hellsalem's Lot- Mealtime

"Two bear claws, then? I'll add them to the order. Please wait a moment as we prepare your order," the barista said, quickly jotting something down on a notepad before beginning to assemble everything. His counterpart at the desk nodded and sent off the second order to another person behind them before returning to her job with the next incoming customer.

As that was happening, Satori turned to Shotaro, who had come to wait by the table as their meals (or, rather, drinks with snacks) were being prepared. She paused for a second before shaking her head at the detective's comment.

"Ah... No, I've never heard of any person by the name of 'King Arthur.' Though... Given your reaction and the situation, I assume that Saber over there is quite famous in your home as well? Or is it possible that there are as many versions of a character as there are worlds? That would be... Quite the dilemma."

As she finished, one of the people at the counter rang a call bell before calling out the order that had been put forth by Shotaro for the rest of them.

"Oh, done already? I would think that steeping tea would usually take a while longer..."

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The 13th Hierarchical City of Kagutsuchi
Hanging Gardens
Kagura stopped his barrage of attacks as the two other fighters managed to grab Tsubaki and land a clean hit in her midsection. Wincing as he watched Tsubaki's body go stiff from the impact before falling limp, the fighter calmly walked up to Akuma and Alex before bowing.

"Ah, geez... Thanks for the help. Saved me a lot of headache there. So, as promised, I'll answer any questions you've got, since you're already tangled up in this mess with me."

As he sad that, though, Tsubaki's body twitched before the eye on her shield began to glow. Kagura glanced at it and cursed under his breath. as he began to move back to prepare himself for a fight.

"Damn, I didn't think it'd actually activate like this..."

Just as the light reached its peak, though, a young man with a strange blue-and-white outfit walked up to the group. Kagura let out a sigh of relief, his body losing most of its tension as he looked at the new arrival.

"You're late, Jin. What kept you?"
"Dealing with the side effects of this mess. Did Tsubaki activate Izayoi?"
"Nah, but she's certainly on the verge of doing so."
"Then let me put a stop to that."

After that little back-and-forth, Jin quietly walked up to Tsubaki's body and gripped the hilt of his katana.

"Yukianesa."

With a cold (if not somewhat pained) face, Jin drew his katan and pointed it at Tsubaki's shield. A layer of ice immediately encased it, causing the blooming light to fade away almost immediately. Letting out a sigh of relief, Jin quickly sheathed his weapon and turned back towards Kagura.

"So. Mind explaining who these two are?"

"Right, right. Well, the one who looks like a monk is named Akuma, as far as I can recall, and... Well, I actually don't recall the other's name right now. My bad. But either way, they helped restrain Tsubaki while I was trying to stall her.

"So are you saying you couldn't handle her on your own?"

"Well, it's more like I think that she probably would've activated Izayoi sooner if I went all out..."

"Whatever. If she's unconscious now, we can give her treatment and maybe figure out what caused this in the first place. We've got medical equipment in NOL HQ that we can use to keep her under for a while. Come on; we don't have all day."

Nodding, Kagura watched as Jin carefully took the limp Tsubaki from Alex's arms and carried her instead.

"...So yeah. You're a bit deep in this mess now, so I'll keep my end of the bargain and answer any question you might have here."

Orient Town
"MUNYAAA!"
Taokaka's cries as she was launched straight into a wall were met with a large amount of bricks tumbling down around them. Luckily, none of the bricks had hit Tao, who was now thoroughly exhausted, but... Well, it certainly hurt a great deal to be lying among the debris.

"Nyeow... What's the big deal, crazy hair lady?! You destroy Tao's food, then blame it on Tao! That's nyeot fair!" she complained, weakly trying to roll herself away from the pile of rubble that she was now lying on. "Tao hasn't had any breakfast today, and that was all the food Tao had..."

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Unknown City, Somewhere in the U.S.

Claire stared back at Sol as if he was an idiot. Even if her comment had been a thinly-veiled insult at how crazy most of them were, this was--!

"...You don't think that I wouldn't have said if there was more to do? You're with the big guy over there! You know, like the rest of your buddies are? Look, see? They're all going with him to look already! Geez, and I thought regular people were bad..." Claire sighed, shaking her head as she brought a hand up to massage her forehead. "Whatever. Your job's with him. He's got the map, so have a blast."

With that, the now mentally-exhausted Claire walked back into the command center, leaving Sol to catch up with the others that had left.

[User]
Resident Evil Verse- Compound
Mentioned: Claire, @VitaVitaAR @Raineh Daze @PKMNB0Y@Wraithblade6

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Sol stuck a pinky in his ear and pretended to clean it while Claire yelled at him. He stared aimlessly upwards, drawing his pinky out of his ear to flick some crust away. Shrugging his shoulders, Sol turned, shouldering his sword and sauntered after the group. He wasn't going to argue with the girl. If the map had been a copy, then she could have easily made one for all of them and as far as he was concerned, he came alone and didn't even know who all of those jokers were.

Says the bitch who sent an army to attempt to kill one guy, Sol mused.

His free hand dipped into his pants pocket as he lazily followed the group.

I should have went through the other doors. I bet there's more action happening elsewhere than here. Hell, I might have actually been paid if I went elsewhere. Everyone can't be broke.

[Assistant]
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The 13th Hierarchical City of Kagutsuchi - Hanging Gardens
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Alex tensed up once more when Tsubaki's book-shield flared up. He figured his hold on her wasn't going to be enough for what was about to happen. However, a young man in a blue and white outfit appeared and put an end to whatever magical bull the unconscious Tsubaki was about to pull off, encasing the book-shield in a block of ice with only a Far Eastern sword. Clearly the sword was not normal. At least not in Alex's standards.

Kagura apparently knew the new guy, who was named Jin. After Jin took Tsubaki off Alex's hands, Kagura was again with the two offworlders.

Alex hesitated. He did not know what to ask this Kagura who was probably not aware of the the problems his world harbored. However, the virus thought it was still worth a shot.

"Is there anything... wrong in this place?" He asked. "Is there anything you feel or suspect that isn't right." Realizing that this world was more extraordinary than his, he added. "You know, besides the usual things going wrong. I mean, is our little exchange over here normal or is it..." Alex was not sure if he was making sense. He could only hope Kagura could follow what he meant and what he was trying to ask.

[User]
Hellsalem's Lot - Shotaro and Philip
"Oh, well that's because we got machines that can take care of it a bunch faster," Shotaro informed Satori, "I bet they keep a good amount stored up for busy hours, though." With that bit of modern trivia out of the way, he headed over to the counter to pay up and get their order.

Philip had made his way over to the table after their order was taken and came into the conversation overhearing something about Saber. Aha, some leeway for explaining time! If they were taking a break now, Philip figured he may as well have his curiosity sated and asked Satori, "Did you say something about many versions of other people?"

He took a seat opposite of her and continued, "Well, if multiverse theory is true in regards to all of us, I imagine it might be the same for different iterations of the same person. I don't believe it should matter too much for us, however." His glanced curiously to Saber, "Not unless we find ourselves in the fifth century…"

[Assistant]
Saber, King Arthur Herself

Saber, however, was not focusing on the conversation. Perhaps she would have if there were not another matter to steal her attentions. Instead of going to sit down as the others had, Saber had remained at the counter, and stared down the food as it was assembled, and the tea was placed out. Her eyes were practically shining as it was put together. Really, though, it must have been a bit awkward to a third party, the way she was staring so seriously.

[User]
Kohinata Miku

It was true, there might be people still trapped inside and they couldn't just leave these possible prisoners behind... not with the threat that something was about to explode behind them. It was this logic that caused the girl to transform once again, hovering over the floor but with visor open, since there was no particular need to start targeting anybody right now.

"We should ask why he's doing this before fighting," the girl said, stating the obvious--neither of them happened to be inclined to an 'attack first, ask questions later' attitude towards things. It was worth stating, though; the lab might deserve to be destroyed.

[Assistant]
Tachibana Hibiki, Holding Determination in her Fist

Hibiki couldn't help but feel thankful towards Miku when the other girl transformed. It just felt wrong to leave this situation so quickly and so easily. What if this place was as bad as thing seemed and needed to be destroyed? What if it didn't? What if there were people trapped here who needed help? There were so many things that could be happening, and Hibiki couldn't in good conscious leave when that was the case.

Hibiki clenched her fists and firmly nodded, a look of determination on her face. "Of course, he can tell us what's going on! Let's go, Miku!"

With that she was off, sprinting after the armored figure.


[System]
Age: 29
Sex: Male
Nationality: United States of America
Occupation: Manned Spaceflight Engineer - Specializing in the maintenance, usage, and logistics of munitions.
ID no.: LR7132021

Bio:  Born in Topeka, Kansas July 13, 2021, and thrust upon the age of space colonization. Just a year before his birth they announced the efforts to join hands across the globe and pursue space exploration. Like most children living in the outskirts of Topeka, he always had his head in the clouds. Dreaming of going beyond his hometown and doing something spectacular with his life. The quickest way out he found, upon graduating high school, was the military. At 17, he began to push for them to receive him into the Army as early as possible. It wasn't moments after graduation that he was already preparing to leave his family and loved ones behind. Serving as an ammo logistics specialist, he spent most of his career being a "BB counter", as they were called. Learning about different things that went "boom, bang, zoom" and anything in between. It interested him to no end.
 Fast forward to his promotion to Sergeant First Class in the Army, he had just reached his 7 year mark and he was no longer as satisfied as the child of old. One thing that had taken the world by storm though was the constant pursuit of space colonization. At that point, Sergeant Riker took it upon himself to diversify his portfolio in hopes of making himself more of a candidate in the space programs being created. He began enrolling himself in classes discussing different interstellar equipment, mining tools, and anything that might need a proper eye kept on during travel.
 After years of training, networking, and constant badgering of any Lunar recruiter he could get his hands on, he finally got his opportunity. In 2045, he left his military service and joined up with SpaceEX as a Manned Spaceflight Engineer. With his prior experience being in explosive weaponry, taking care of the maintenance and logistics of mining equipment, parts for ships, bits and pieces of research tools used at EDEN was a little less stressful. 5 years, that felt too short, have past since he began his life with EDEN, and he couldn't have been happier with his choice.
Personality: Riker is a natural joker. He understands that these most situations can be extremely serious but likes to bring light to those times with a little humor. However, he has the capacity to be professional at any time it is needed to be. Subjective is the name of his game.
Other: Music is his biggest hobby. The Ukulele is his pride and joy and he will always take it on long flights to help relax the mood of himself or anyone else.

[User]
As Julian just got to finishing up on the documented report...complain about the gravity water pressure wires falling out of the box and the codes going to 'denied' and demented. The young males eyes shifted from the paper to across the room where a woman very disciplined, straight and sturdy stance stood. She was wearing normal everyday clothing since there was no use working in the conditions on EDEN with suits, dress skirts or dresses. Bound to get dirty at a moment or two in the day. Julian watched her a little under his brow his eyes glared at her for a moment before he looked back at the paper. He hated going up to the boss and giving Machine, software or database complaints because those aren't the only complaints that he sees when he hands them in.
15 minutes later
Time passed as he kept glancing up at her then the clock in the dimmed light. The computer database room wasn't that lit up even though there is computers, electronics, and a few ceiling lights. It was still dim since it wasn't a small room and the dimness helped the computer screens pop out at you. As well the eerie dim lights of EDEN was because, their energy and lighting, not fully done going through levels and levels of construction(updates) and new technology for EDEN was still getting discovered. Which Julian personally always tried on his free time to help figure out things for EDEN. Julian never really cared for the eerieness the lights gave off though he doesn't mind or pay much attention to them anyways.
Glancing back at the female's desk she was gone now and he seemed to jump out of his chair in excitement he then noticed he caused the wheeled chair to fly backward into the middle of the room, his desk shrieked an old creaky noise and his shoes squeaked against the hard tiled floor. He quickly went over to the desk and set it right on the female's keyboard. Sighing in relief he was relieved he could get it to her desk before she noticed. Julian quickly spun on his heel and went back to his desk. A sneaky little thing he was being. The documents didn't really ask for the names of who or what found the problems. They just wanted to know what the problem was in detailed sentences of where what and why. So they can fix it there, that, and then.
While walking back to his desk Julian noticed how far he pushed his chair out in excitement. He then slowly approached it as he wheeled it back to his desk in embarrassment with a slight blush on his face. He quietly sat down on the chair he just retrieved from the eyes of every co-worker in the room staring at him as he brought it back to his desk slightly ashamed of how excited he showed he was. Getting his eyes to his computer screen he looked at it noticed he had a few things out of place on the computer. A couple of things took his eyes into consideration of what they were. Messages as he opened them he read through them and realized they were from the boss of the department he worked in.
Julian sighed as he noticed he was sent to go pick up a few things. Though he really doesn't know where those things are for surely located. Exiting out of his computer Julian traveled his way to where he thought the place would be. Cargo deck? Where the hell would the cargo deck be? Running his fingers through his hair as he thought. He took a left which was actually the correct way since he looked up at the sign just in time to know which way he should go or not. Making his way down to the cargo deck he slowly and purposely took his time to not get back into the office right away.
Cargo Deck
It seemed like the shipment arrived a little bit ago since the men around all sized crates were being carried, organized, and opened up throughout the whole room. He was standing on a higher place than the actual cargo deck floor was. Staring through a window he realized he stood there for a bit too long and some of the people noticed him. Smiling a bit awkwardly and walking off down the corridor where it led to stairs and those stairs led to the actual main cargo deck. Julian was a little shaky since he didn't know who to approach or what to say. The email he delivered literally stated Get the package SE-453, 23-DA, C.F. Technology, and package 51800061SD-Code. The shipment should've arrived already though you might have to wait. Its location is the cargo deck. They are small crates except, C.F. Technology. Julian stood there in shock on even what to do. He swallowed hard as he looked around and if you paid attention to his hands you could see they were trembling. Julian started approaching the workers nervously as he hesitated a few times. From some walking towards him, others away and he was not familiar with anything to leaving his office, living corridors or any workspace really unless something turned yellow, orange, or red colors on the work tablet he uses every day for work. Trying to get people's attention. He tried spitting out words though the workers with creates walked right passed him. He then knew he was probably talking to the wrong people on where to get the crates. Julian then froze without noticing as he stared into blank space. He was mentally waiting for somebody to actually notice the paper he had in his hand for the shipments he needs to find and take back to his boss.

[Assistant]
Casey yawned, the noise emitted high-pitched and almost strained as her arms came above her head. Slowly she brought herself to sit up in her bunk, examining the computer on a movable wall stand, the screen had gone into standby. Still half dazed and sleepy she brought up the display, eyes widening slightly as she read the time, shaking her head lightly from side-to-side: annoyed with herself for sleeping in and wasting time.

The majority of the Mission Specialists personal goals in research and study were in chemical compositions and study of lunar soil among other things. SpaceEX, the people who hired her and the science officers around EDEN also had specific missions for her, she had only been on EDEN six months now being among the last lucky few to gain a place living and working on the moon, pioneers, the first.

There were always stories being thrown her way of how horrible it was up here by a couple of people she worked closely with who had been on the station a lot longer than her. It was all just teasing, she was mostly sure. Her ambition and work ethic had not gone unnoticed during her time here either, she browsed down along the assorted list of numerous files, scientific research, neatly and efficiently sorted for sake of convenience. A lot of this stuff was research from when she simply worked for SpaceEX back on Earth, she didn't like to delete any of her work. Taking her hands away from the computer to brush her messy bed hair out of her face and bring her nails down along her thighs and shins, scratching the mild itch. She hopped out of the bed, quickly got changed and tied up her hair so she looked somewhat presentable. After quickly washing her face she felt ready to face the day and made her way out of her habitat, laptop tucked under one arm preferring it to the tablets while she had one she kept it down in the research bloc.

Casey was strolled through the corridors, tunnels and blocs of NE EDEN, making her way to the labs for experiments linked closely with her studies, she hadn't come across anyone until she heard footsteps and as she turned the corner saw someone who she thought she recognized in a hazardous materials suit. They apologized as he walked past and she suddenly recognized the voice, "Oh hi!" She uttered but wasn't sure if he had heard her as he seemed to be a bit hectic. She rubbed her eyes with her free hand, still feeling heavy and carried on her way. She had only talked to him on a few occasions, namely in passing but he seemed nice.

Just as she came to LAB she ran into one of the science officers, she sighed and closed her eyes for a second, this guy knew how to get under someone's skin and Casey had gotten just a little bit of a creepy vibe off him which wasn't what bugged her about him but did't do any favor to his character. He stopped her to ask about studies, she politely stopped but hurried to get into the LAB and just work. Setting up her laptop on one of the free stands and and went to make herself coffee, this would be just what she needed. Once she had a cup she walked back over to the workstation and began to bring up files. A radio call distracted her, it was from Space EX officials back home so she left the coffee down to take it.


[System]
TIKAANI APUT
Alias: N/A
Age: 18
Gender: Male

Personality:
● Chatty ● Attention Seeker
● Bubbly ● Optimistic
● Boisterous ● Unfocused
● Impulsive ● Easygoing

Background:Tikaani was born in the South Pole, a member of the Southern Water Tribe. Tikaani's father was a warrior, and died in battle when the boy was very young. Thus, the boy has little to no memories of him. All he knows about his father are some photographs his mother had, as well as things his mother told him. For the majority of his life, it was only Tikaani and his mother, and Tikanni was responsible for a lot of household things while his mother worked as a healer in the village. Primariy fishing, and cooking meals. He would go out on boat rides with his uncle on his mother's side to catch fish, and diving for sea prunes and fresh seaweed. His uncle also taught him how to navigate and steer a boat, because Water Tribesman should be able to navigate the seas. His mother however was the one that taught him to cook. The boy really liked to eat, and she felt it best that he learn to make his own meals sometimes. His cheerful and upbeat persona made Tikaani popular with his peers. He found it very easy to make friends with people. In between his chores, he made time to play with the other younger children in the village, whom he thought of as siblings. He particularly enjoyed going Penguin Sledding with them, although he was often the one who had to make sure the other kids didn't hurt the otter penguins.

While he was happy at home, Tikaani has always wanted to leave his small settlement in the South Pole, see the rest of the world, and potentially have a cool adventure. Mainly because he got bored with the day-to-day routine at home. Tikaani finally found some excitement in his life when he learned he was a Waterbender at the age of 12. He found out while he was watching his mother bend, and imitating her movements for fun. Obviously, he didn't have much control of it at that time, and the end result was Tikaani getting wet. After that, he trained with Waterbending masters in the tribe, as well as his own mother to hone his skill. Surprisingly, Tikaani took to bending rather quickly. Even though the masters didn't particularly care when the boy referred to it as 'cool water magic.' His boundless joy and enthusiasm overwhelmed a lot of the people who tried to teach him. He got bored with studying and often just wanted to play. The ones who actually mananged to hold his interest were his mother, and Nukka, the Chief of the southern tribe. He learned a lot during his lessons and became a skilled Waterbender.

At 14 years was the age when a boy takes part in the Southern Water tribe rite of passage of ice dodging. This was usually something a boy did with his father, but Tikaani's father was dead. Fortunately, there was a reason why his uncle taught him to sail a boat when he was younger. He took Tikaani out to sea, and had to guide the boat through iceberg infested waters. It was difficult but Tikaani managed to do it, and he earned himself a Mark of the Trusted on his forehead for proving to be exceptionally steady and dependable.

When he turned 18, Tikaani decided that he learned all he could in his small village. He wanted to leave the South Pole, see the rest of the world. He did after all know how to sail and could Waterbend like no one's business. His mother was hesitant to let her only child go off into the world all by himself. After all she did lose her husband, and couldn't live with herself if she lost her son too. She had to be convinced to let him go. Both by her brother and Chief Nukka. She was the one who gave Tikaani his membership into The Order of the White Lotus. This way, Tikaani could travel and see the rest of the world, but he would have an organization to keep him safe. His mother was put at ease by this. So, reluctantly, and with a tearful good-bye, she let her son go. Tikaani promised his mother he would return someday.

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"Remember, you aren't the only team out there searching for the Avatar. But you must be the first to find them."

"Yes, sir." Hao responded, respectfully bowing to his father's orders. "I'll do whatever it takes."

"If your squad is the one who finds the Avatar, our family will reap the benefits for many years to come. We'll also have the debt of the White Lotus and the Avatar." His father reiterated. The idea was concocted many years ago, when Avatar Ria had passed, that once the search of the new Avatar began Hao would be the one to find. His father strongly believed and almost knew for a fact that being the one to find and bring the new Avatar in would bring power and influence into the family, and breathe new life into the dying oak tree. "Those are things that are hard to come by these days."

"I understand." Hao said. Haoran Li had a lot barring down on his shoulders as not only a member of the White Lotus, but also a member of the Li family, which had been ingrained in the secret society since it's inception centuries ago. Hao's father was pressuring him to bring honor to their family name, which something that he couldn't do himself. It pained Hao to see his father act so desperate in search of power, but knowing how much his family has sacrificed as well made him realize his father's perseverance.

The young branch of the Li tree listened to his father's orders diligently. Young and new teams were being formed sent throughout the Fire Nation to find the new Avatar and Hao was selected to lead one of them. He knew next to nothing about his team other than the fact that most were newer and younger members than himself, but Hao wasn't going to let that stop him from accomplishing his mission.

Listening to the rest of his father's lecture and giving final his goodbyes, Hao retreated back to his quarters to finish the last of his packing. With his father's position and influence in the White Lotus, he didn't have to sleep in the barracks with other young members, something that he never really contemplated on how it affected his relationships with others until now. Was he really suited to lead a team, was he ready for it? Questions attacked his mind and flurried his thinking, but it was too late for all these questions. He had to prove his worth and had to show that his family was more capable than what other's thought.

Packing the last of his gear and clothes into his rucksack, Hao hurried his way to the Li family air bison stables where he had informed his teams to meet. Again, with the backing of his father his team was one of the only teams lucky enough to have an air bison, while others had to use airships or boats to find their way into the Fire Nation. Their assigned destination was a cluster of islands off the eastern part of the Fire Nation, heading to the town of Shu Jing first and following leads after that.

A low grunt and yawn rang through the air as Hao neared the stables. The flying bison that his team was taking was going to be Yuya, one of the most dependable and by far the most playful of bison in the stable.

"You'll take good care of us right?" Hao cooed, petting the larger than life bison.

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"The Fire Nation." Ayuka scowled as she forced her things back into her bags. "Barely a week here and I'm already being sent back home! Who the heck was in charge of planning?!" She threw the bag against her barely used barracks bed, then forced herself to take a breath.  "Calm down, Ayu. No use getting all heated up over a little thing like this..."  She took the bag back up, and continued to pack.  "So what you barely got to know anyone here, or had time to know about the new change of plans...It's fine. You joined the White Lotus. You knew things weren't going to be easy or simple. You were going to be assigned elsewhere on missions eventually, and missions back to home. This'll be a chance to prove yourself. We're going to be looking for the Avatar and you'll be the one that knows the lay of the land. Be a big help if you don't screw this up, like by being late if this dumb bag won't take back what I need to pack. I just unpacked this stuff out of you!"  She huffed, sending some of her black hair out of her face. Then sheepishly she looked around and sighed. "I also need to stop talking with myself."

The firebender shook her head and focused her attention back on her bag, finally getting everything packed and closed away. With a nod, she placed it on her back and left the building, bracing herself as the chill winds hit her. It always was so cold around here. She took warming breaths as she walked, heading for where she was sure the air bison stables were. That her team was told to meet here struck her with surprise, but it would probably be explained once there. At least with the air bison they were easy to find. She walked through the door and looked around. She spotted a guy petting one of the bison, really seeming to bond with the animal. A team member?

One way to find out. She walked to him. "Hello. I was told to be here as part of Haeo's team. Would you happen to be part of it as well?"


[System]
Username:Ted Corp
Age: 19

Appearance:

Gender: Male

History: Giro had no love for his family. He was from the Hendo Family. Ever since he was born, he was fated to die and be a disgrace no matter how hard he tried. He soon learned that he was different for many of his kin. Most where light bearers or scouts, but Giro was more proficient in using a spear. He manipulated the shinsoo in a way that allowed him to increase agility and throw people off on his location. He used this to single out targets in battle before they became a threat. This was spotted by the leader of the family and threw him down to the floors below to test out his skills but the last words that was said to Giro was not heart warming. "Leave now you failure." Leaving with this words, Giro was thrown away with the feeling of loss and confusion. But what could Giro do. He was one of many children of the family. To the family and the tower, he was just a tiny speck. Now wanting to prove him self and show others wrong. He wants to scale the tower, throwing his family name away, and take down the family head of the Hendo Family with all his might.

Status: Regular

Position: Spear Bearer

Weapon/Skills:
Increased Agility with Shinsoo
Simple Combat moves
Advanced Spear handling and control
Mild control on presence erase

Equipment: A long spear that can absorb Shinsoo and increase it speed when thrown. A pair of knuckle bracers and one little panda attached to his hip.

[User]
2F, The Floor of Tests

"Mike test, mike test, one-two-three..." A floating cube of a Lighthouse broadcasted over a field of tall grasses which is frolicking under the "sunlight" of the ceiling. "Hello everyone! Regulars who have entered the Tower. This is the 2nd Floor, and I sincerely welcome you to The Evankhell's Floor, also known as the Floor of Tests! The reason is because this is the level where you are deemed worthy of climbing this tower!"

"Lets begin with a simple test, and listen carefully to the rules." The lighthouse broadcasted, "Its simple actually, there are 400 regulars in the area, all you have to do is to make the '400' down to '200'. Methods? By any means necessary!"

As the announcement ends, stenches of blood and screams of the fallen emitted along the Evankhell's Floor.

[Assistant]
Ryze
('Tsk... this is bright...') Ryze glinted under the clear clouds & bright sun of the fields. ('So I really have been teleported here huh... Felt more random than I thought...').

"400 to 200... I've a rather bad feeling about it..." Ryze stated the obvious, any idiot would know what that means: a bloodbath. He moved through the tall ventures of the field, looking for a safer place to hide. ('With the numbers, the number would drop by itself even if I didn't do anything.')

Just then he noticed a big muscular regular equipped with a needle, him being face-to-face with Rammus. "Oh shit >_>..." he ranted.

[User]
Mao

Among the many chosen that awaited the announcement of the beginning of the Tower's ascent a man dressed in the garbs of a tibetan monk stood tall whilst sipping periodically from an hour glass shaped gourd with a rope tied around it's midsection. This man was none other than Ha Mao, whom had been passing the time by enjoying the rather pricey wine he'd managed to relieve (read:extort) from one of his more well off cousins as a going away/congratulations gift before he began his climb. Mao had been working his way towards a good buzz, and was mid-sip when the announcement of the test from the light house everyone had been gathered around sounded. Needless to say, it was all Mao could do to not spit out his mouthful of wine as people began to turn on each other with surprisingly little prodding. The monk rather hurriedly capped the gourd and tied it back onto his waist, though, sadly, not without spilling some of it in the process.

"Curse my rotten luck, this is good wine" He grumbled to no one in particular just before someone turned and punched him square in the jaw. It wasn't extremely painful, but it was an definitely an eye opener, that much was certain. Luckily for Mao, but unluckily for the attacker, years of fighting in his youth between himself and other Ha family members had made him pretty durable, pair that with his tutelage under the Jokhang monastery, and he was, for all intents and purposes, a human shaped brick wall. Mao turned back just in time to receive another fist that snapped his head back, this time however he recovered even quicker and was able to grab his aggressor's fist as they came in for another blow. "Even the Buddha will grow angry if struck three times." He stated plainly before shoving his shoulder into the other man's chest and sending him airborne with a rotation of his hip and a sharp tug and release. Mao didn't wait to see where the other man landed -luckily for Rammus it was atop the needle bearing man-, rather he unbound the glaive on his back and struck the nearest person to him in the hip with the ball end. Rather than continue going on the offensive, Mao used his weapon to create a circle of space around himself, keeping others at bay by whipping his weapon about in an effort to leave no openings to his body. It would be hard to see due to his constant flurry of motion, but Mao still left the needle end of his weapon sheathed as he moved to and fro.

[Assistant] Giro cursed as he glided through the grass. He avoided a blow to his head from a needle and a strike of a sword from another random person, lucky those two weapons happened to clash against each other allowing Giro to escape. Using his Shinsoo, he increased his speed and sent a round house kick to the fisherman that attacked him. He sent the fisherman to the scout, who had just pulled back his sword, making them both collapse and fall to the ground. With two steps back he sees a giant fist slam down on top of the heads of both of the attackers. Giro takes a gulp and shudders before looking up at the person who was responsible for this action. Standing at eleven feet tall stood a creature Giro could not even describe or even have knowledge of. His first reaction was to run. So he ran. He ran towards the area where metal balls where flying in the air. Maybe he could get some coverage if he sneaked past there.

[User]
Ryze

Just when Ryze was about to resolve on having a one-on-one with that Regular in front of him, that needle man got blasted away by another regular who was sent flying by one guy. ('What the.... but what a great opportunity...') He thought, while raising up his palms and firing a small shinsoo orb at the seemingly-strong monk guy. That orb was made to stun opponents, not to kill, if it hits anyways, just to buy a bit of time to escape.

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Tooking to his heels, he escaped towards a safer area, noticing a long haired guy in front of him. "Oh shyt, not again >_> ..." Ryze hissed lazilly.

[Assistant] Eyes flashing, Giro pops through the grass into a small open area. Scanning the area, giro ended up in front of a random man and clicked his tongue. He leaned in and used his enhancement ability to increase his speed and run around the man in a fast speed. "Time to switch" he said as he left the man with the tall beast.


[System]
RaceHuman-demon hybrid

Age27

Bio Madawc was born and raised in the outskirts of the capital city of Meche. His parents, just like himself, were perfectly ordinary humans working on a small private farm to make their own living and earn a bit of extra money by selling fruits and crops. That was until Madawc, being a very fit, exceptionally strong young boy, was drafted to serve the army of Meche. As the world is prone to descend into carnage, there was not enough time to give his unit a fully fledged training. They were pressed into battle long before its completion, the generals either being oblivious or, in a very malicious and ignorant way, very conscious about the fact that they were essentially using them as cannon fodder. It didn't take long for him to take an arrow's hit that normally would have been lethal.

However, a field covered with death sometimes does attract more than hungry scavengers. Some strange, incorporeal entity intruded his body as he was lying on the ground, the battle still going on around him. It was a demon, but it was not the way it is commonly told in horror stories: There was no hidden, epic and possibly eternal struggle between Madawc's mind and the demon's will, but they embraced each other as the demon had planned: You just have to offer the straw in the right moment. Not too soon, not too late. The demon did his best to temporarily seal his wounds and telling him what to do in order to get away.

After his recovery, Madawc soon found out how cunningly his new 'partner' had waited for the right moment, but it was too late for feeling angry. He was alive thanks to him. The demon also didn't make the mistake of being too fast too intrusive when it came to Madawc's thinking. They lived on together and merged slowly into one new entity, sharing the same, transformed body and both having their share out of the deal they made over time. Madawc did put considerable efforts into not allowing the information about his new true being getting public: He started hiding himself, becoming a kind of savage spending most of his time in the woods and only getting out when there was something to loot, be it food, alcohol or equipment.

Still, there are quite a few organizations that, via one way or the other, learned about his true being, and they would appreciate him getting caught: High commanders in the military of Escudo know about his existence and are eager to study him - perhaps there's something their magicians could learn from. The Red Dove would like to decapitate him outright for being what he is.

Personality He's an introvert who doesn't like to tell much about himself, especially not the truth, as this could easily attract those who want to harm him. Yet he sees when it is futile to continue denying things and gives in without hesitation when he feels that this could be the better way to handle a situation. Despite halfway being a demon now, he rarely becomes really aggressive or malicious. He knows that he's strong in his own way and can make his stand, he doesn't need to tell that everybody by rampaging frequently as most people would initially judge him to do. He wants to enjoy live: over-eating, over-drinking, personal amusement.

Appearance Madawc is very tall, featuring a body height that is quite far above average. If he's not wearing a helmet, he covers the visible parts of his skin with white and gray warpaint, as this hides his true complexion that is a mixture of dark red and blurred violet stains. His fingernails are strikingly pointed, reminiscent of small claws, but he tends to cover that as well. His hair is thick, black and relatively long. The eyes are a mixture of gray and a striking green. One doesn't have to look closely to see that he lacks quite a bit of discipline, resulting in a belly bulging about three inches over his girdle. On the other hand, he seems to be very fit, or at least noone can deny that he has a huge lot of muscular bulk: All in all, he weighs approximately 350 pounds.

Skills From a soldier's or even knight's standpoint, Madawc is not really adept in any kind of weapon as his time as a soldier lies quite in the past and training was never really completed. He isn't very agile either. However he is strong, capable of wielding weapons and lifting things people normally can't with ease. His demonic traits allow him to hurl blasts of very hot air at his enemies that can throw people out of balance if they're not prepared and will cause hypothermia. More prolonged exposure can be lethal. However using this magic repeatedly in a short period of time does put strain on himself, too. Aside from that, he's a survivalist. He knows what herbs and mushrooms can be eaten and which not and how to set traps and prepare a meal in the wilderness.

Equipment Basically everything in terms of armor and weapons is looted from fields of battle. He's using a two-handed hammer and wears a coat of mail with breast, back, shoulder and leg plates, completed by a helmet.

[User]
Xavier shrugged his shoulder thinking that the woman was flirting with him for some reason that he didn't know about,Getting his things packed up putting on his armor letting out a soft moan.Writing something quickly on a piece of parchment handing it to the chubby demon man.

"I think she was either flirting with you or didn't mean to be rude with her comment" Was what was written on the parchment while the young man was putting his things on his horse.

[Assistant]
"If someone wants to flirt with me, that someone shouldn't leave then..." Madawc answered in disbelief. The demon thought that Xavier's explanation for what happened was ridiculous, but he wouldn't tell the young boy. He wasn't in the mood for conflict as they really had had enough of a fight already. Seeing Xavier getting ready for travel, he decided to do the same, strapped on his armor and loaded his second horse with all of the baggage.

Madawc tried to catch up with the warrior, and his overburdened horse gave him enough time to think about his wording. in the end, it was straightforward and simple: "I'm really eager to tell this woman what I'm really thinking about her!"

[User] Xavier wrote something quickly on another piece of parchment handing it to the heavy set man,"Well perhaps she was too stubborn to say she was flirting with you?And what would you tell her?" Was what was written on the parchment. The mute boy was now riding along the road his hand on his sword in case they were attacked again.

[Assistant] "I'd tell her that I want clear answers and that it's not that ladylike to point at one's belly in such a teasing way. Am I really that fat ?" Of course, in Madawc's own opinion, he was not. A considerable bit over the line, but he had a huge lot of muscle to compensate for that! As if to underline that, he did the same thing Xavier did: Grabbing his weapon and holding it in his hand, ready to strike. The thing that was different was that his weapon wasn't a sword, but a huge warhammer that normally was supposed to be used with both hands, not a single one. However Madawc didn't seem to have any problem with that.

[User]
Xavier nodded his head thinking that perhaps it was rude for her to say that he was fat even though he had to admit that he was a bit pudgy in the middle.Never writing anything more riding down the lone road shifting his eyes looking around to see if any of those creatures would attack again.

None so far but he would not be caught off guard again by those creatures,Soon they would head towards the guard post near one of the Meche's village called Kaol.They were stopped by the guards being checked if they would be any trouble.

[Assistant]
"Ride less and walk more! It would be good for both you and your poor beast!" was a comment of the guard that fueled Madawc's anger. Kaol was even less beknown to him than the capital city had been, but at least the probability of being attacked there was lowered. Other people were around to protect inhabitants and guests alike. "What about searching for a nice little tarvern and stay a while ? Or do we have to hurry ?"

The demon part in the man had passed the guard unrecognized. If that soldier had put himself into the growing list of people who had been able to discover one of his more astonishing properties within an instant, he would have gone crazy. The war-painted man didn't tell Xavier about it though as he thought that it could be of a great concern for him.

[User] Xavier was stopped by the guard being checked by the guards before being lead out of the post and towards the city,Writing down something and handing it the demon man calming riding down the road."A tavern would be good for now since it is almost dawn and we can rest easier then near the road" It was written on the parchment as the mute was heading towards the town.

[Assistant] Madawc went ahead and organized for the horses to have a safe place to rest over the night. He wasn't too picky about the tavern however. On his behalf, the two men ended up in a rather dilapidated looking, wooden building with only a few chambers spread across two stories. The barmaid was looking nice, but the fact that Madawc didn't appear to act any different towards her than he did to any owner of a shop was able to disperse certain suspicions. "Single room or one for each of us ?" he asked the mute. The woman had already told them about the pricing: It was more dead cheap than expensive.

[User] The mute nodded and let out a moan putting up two fingers wanting to have a room for the two of them,The man in the tavern that was speaking to them nodded and handed them both two keys so they can head into their rooms. The mute took his keys letting out another moan as if he was trying to thank the tavern owner.

[Assistant] Two separate rooms ? Well... who was he to expect anything else. It would make it much easier for thieves and the like though. Madawc thrusted a few coins across the table as payment for their overnight stay, then started going upwards. Almost each and everyone of the wooden steps creaked under his feet and so did the bed which Madawc sat down on after bidding Xavier good night. The demonically infested man didn't feel ready for the land of dreams yet.

[User]
Xavier moaned out loudly waving his hand in a very child like manner like he was trying to say good night to him, Still wearing his armor getting looks form the other patrons who were staring at him. Not that he minded being stared at but as long as he was not made fun of he was fine with people staring at him.

Going into his room taking off his armor but keeping his thick sword beside him on the bed in case, Laying down on the bed swearing to himself that he could hear a voice speaking to him. "Beware..." The voice spoke to him in a soft whisper.

[Assistant] Does this guy never take his armor off ? Xavier seemed to have some sort of close attachment to his equipment, and it eluded the demon man's comprehension. On the other hand however, Madawc's stature did attract some attention, too. It didn't bother him. The room was rather shabby, as expected, and the bed was saggy. His hammer and armor were put on a chair, he locked the door and, as a precautionary measure, blocked it by shoving a heavy piece of furniture in front of it. Just in case... there had been a few surprises already.

[User]
Xavier sleeping in his bed not locking his door since he was a light sleeper and could be at the ready for his weapon if needed, Sleeping softly having a dream of a woman dressed in blue smiling with a white house behind her. Surrounding the area were Nwiq flowers that had purple petals with a yellow steam.

Turning around in his bed hearing a soft voice speaking to him telling him how wonderful and how much the voice loved him.

[Assistant] Madawc was sleeping well. The demon did dream only very seldomly and today was such a day when he just didn't at all. The pudgy man had no idea what was going in his companion's mind. The moon went, the sun came. The bear heaved himself out of his bed late in the morning, not needing to change any clothes. He knocked at Xavier's door.

[User] The door would be open so he could come inside,If he did come inside then he would see the mute sitting up on his bed his head down rubbing his forehead with his hands.He has these bad dreams that made real life like it was one of his bad dreams.

[Assistant] "You do know it can be dangerous to leave one's door open while sleeping ?" Madawc had finally decided to get inside once he had found out that the door had not been locked in the first place. "Everything's alright ? You don't look well."

[User]
Letting out a soft moan before shaking his head,Standing up on his feet slowly of course packing up his things.A shame he could not tell the demon man of his nightmare that he had lately.

Heading out of his room fully armoured and ready to leave still getting strange looks form the other patrons.

[Assistant] "So... no answer is an answer as well." Madawc wasn't satisfied at all with Xavier's reaction, and it was obvious that he wasn't. However he didn't probe into the subject any further, but followed the mute man. "What's today's target ?" He turned towards his room, hoping that Xavier would follow him now so he would listen while the demonically infested man was buckling up.

[User] The mute man moaned softly writing down something quickly on a piece of parchment,"We head to Juno which is at the border of Meche and Bravado" Was what was written while the mute had prepared and paying the bill for the two of them. Once done their he headed out mounting his house after he tied his things to the back of the horse.

[Assistant] Madawc followed suit, though his horse seemed to be far less happy to see its owner again than Xavier's. "How far is it ?" he asked the mute man, then mumbled something that was hard to understand, but one could hear a few fragments: "...damn Red Doves..." and "interruptions". Overall, the demonically infested didn't appear to be in the best mood. But was this something surprising ?

[User] The mute wrote something on a piece of paper handing it to the demon infested man,"About six hours away" Was what was written as Xavier was on top of his horse and ready to ride waiting for Madawc to mount his horse.

[Assistant] Madawc put his foot into the stirrup and got up into the saddle. "Do we need any fresh supplies ? I don't think so, but if you do otherwise... If you ask me, we have time. In that case I'll wait for you just outside of the village." He intended to get rid of the stinking, beaten paths of this village as soon as possible.