[System]
Age: Appears around 19, is actually at least 400 years old.

Race: Vampire

Appearance:
Black hair and amber eyes, around 5'8" with a relatively slim build.

Ability: Hypnosis, retractable fangs, immortal.

Personality: Alex is a friendly guy. He enjoys the company of humans and, since he has been able to, has always blended in. He isn't overly social, but doesn't mind spending time with his few friends.

Bio: After around a hundred years, Alex built up a resistance to sunlight, meaning he could easily spend time outside during the day, without being harmed. Since then he has done his best to blend in, taking life force rather than drinking blood, and learning to do so from a distance. Now he takes small, unnoticeable amounts of life force from various people in a small area, so that he can survive and they don't receive any negative effects. He currently attends college and one of his closest friends was starting soon. His only issue was that she seemed to know when someone wasn't human, but she hadn't seen through him... Yet.

[User]
Victoria shouted and stumbled to a halt when Alex all but appeared in front of her. In her haste to keep from running into him, she slipped on the loose gravel and fell backwards. She caught herself on part of the fire escape and just managed to keep from hitting the ground.
 "...But there's something in this alley..."
 "Yeah," she said in a shaky whisper as she pulled herself up and backed away from him, her eyes wide and glistening. "You."
 She shook her head at his request to come with him and his claim of an explanation. She would hear none of it. No more excuses. No more lies. She had chosen to let someone in, and it backfired in the worst of ways. Like it always did. That it was to one of his kind…
 "I don't ever want to see your face again," she interrupted before he could get past "I'm sorry," her voice an octave high than normal even in its quietness. "Leave. Me. Alone, filthy bloodsucker!" She managed to shout the last, then turned once more to leave the alley, searching for anything she could use as a weapon to fend him off if he tried to stop her again.

[Assistant]
Alex sniffed the air. The something that was in this alley was a Shade. Hidden in shadow. He only realised that's what it was as it lunged.
"Victoria look out!" He shouted as he darted between her and the Shade, which slashed it's claws down his chest, as he blocked Victoria from harm.
The Shade, thwarted, melted back into the shadows and slithered away, leaving Alex bleeding.
Alex gasped, trying to take in as many deep breaths as possible. He healed quickly, but Shade wounds took longer than most. They had a light poison that coated their claws. It wasn't lethal, at least not to vampires, it just meant the wound would take much longer to completely heal.
"Damn Shades. I thought they were extinct." He growled as he pushed his hand against the gashes in his chest, trying to slow the bleeding.

[User]
Victoria glanced over at her name. Movement in the dumpster's shadow drew her attention. The world seemed to go in slow motion as the hideous, skull-like face of a creature lunged out from the shadow itself, bony, clawed fingers reaching for her.
 Her scream stuck in her throat, and she tried to throw herself away, but it was too close, and, in the split second it took to register the grotesque face coming at her, she knew it.
 But then Alex was standing there between her and it, the monster's claws slashing him instead of her as she landed on the concrete. She pushed herself away until her back hit the wall as the beast shied away from him. It bore its mouthful of fangs, then fled.
 Victoria let out a heavy, squeaky breath. She gasped at the blood soaking into the tears in Alex's shirt.
 Part of her wanted to help him, to thank him, but the other, louder part urged her to take advantage of the situation and run. She got to her feet, one hand gripping her bottle pendant as tightly as she dared, and inched down the alley, but the weakness in her knees made at least part of that decision for her. No matter how badly she wanted to leave, she doubted she would get far.
 "A... what?" she breathed, taking another couple steps away, her hand sliding along the rough bricks. She glanced between Alex and the shadow the dumpster cast.

[Assistant]
Alex sighed, struggling to his feet after being knocked down by the attack. "A Shade. They lurk in the shadows and attack unsuspecting humans before dragging them back to their hideouts and eating them." He said, gritting his teeth slightly as he moved. "They were wiped out a couple of centuries ago. They aren't very intelligent, so they aren't very subtle. Evidently though, at least one escaped."
Alex leaned back against the wall a second and looked toward Victoria. "Look, I know you've lost your trust in me, and I completely understand that, but Nyaira will be heading this way any second and trust me when I tell you she is dangerous. I can protect you from her, but not out in the open, and especially not like this." He told her, gesturing at his bleeding torso.

[User]
Victoria looked away when Alex shifted his gaze to her. She gave a mirthless chuckle as he continued.
 "She's here for you, not me." She shook her head slightly and swallowed hard, her thumb rubbing the pendant.
She dared a glance at him when he gestured to his wound, but looked back to the ground between them when the pang of knowing what he was hit. Her heart beat impossibly faster from the fear, panic, and hated vampires had instinctively instilled upon her since she was a young child.
 "I can't do this right now," she said in a pained whisper. "I-I have to go." She rushed from the alley. She cast a quick glance behind her, a glimmer of concern for him in her eyes, before she pressed on, trying to recall the few streets and directions she had memorized that lead to the college.

* * *
 Nyaira stood near a building, absently messing with her phone. She had contemplated calling Luc, but thought better of it. No, she would make absolutely certain she had found the one he wanted. The girl had definitely figured out what Alex was, but whether from deduction surprising for a human, or 'the sight,' she could not say for sure.
 She had easily tracked the two into the alley, and now waited out of view, the alley's opening always in her sights. When the human left at long last, Nyaira pushed from the wall and pursued, careful to keep her scent contained and remain unseen in case Alex was close behind.

[Assistant]
Alex sighed. He knew Nyaira. Enough to know that she always targeted the weaker link to get what she wanted. Vampires, when unable to convince people, would threaten the people they cared about to get what they wanted.
He had to go after Victoria, but he knew it would be difficult with his chest in this state. He cursed himself under his breath. His chest was healing, but not fast enough.
"Illyad!" He called out. "I know you can hear me!"
A figure emerged from, seemingly nowhere.

"What is it?" Illyad asked rather shortly. Evidently Alex had disturbed him from something important.

"Victoria. The girl. She's in danger. Nyaira, an old acquaintance of mine, is pursuing her. I can't go after her in this condition. I need your help." He admitted, though reluctant to do so.

"You want me to protect the girl?" Illyad asked.

"Please." Alex begged.

"And what do you offer me in return?"

"Anything." Alex told him. "Whatever you want. It's yours if I can give it to you."

"You know what I want, vampire. I am a warlock, and your essence is particularly rare. A remorseful vampire is a rare find indeed."

"Fine. You can have it." Alex told him, knowing it meant further injury, but not caring at this point. "But not until she is safe."

"And I have your word?"

"I promise you." Alex told him. "As soon as Victoria is safe from harm, you can take it."

"Okay then. I shall return for you." And at that, Illyad disappeared like a mirage.

Alex began moving toward the mouth of the alley, wincing as he did so. He knew he needed time to heal, but he wasn't sure Illyad would be able to protect Victoria for long, and he needed to make sure she was safe. He would heal on the way to finding her.

[User]
When Alex did not follow, something between relief and concern for him settled heavily in Victoria's heaving chest. He had found her once, and she did not want him to find her again. He knew her well. Too well. Patterns, behaviors... from what little she knew, his kind were rather attentive at the worst of times.
 When her legs started to protest, she slowed to a brisk walk. She had to act different, opposite. So, despite every instinct telling her to run and hide every time she caught a glimpse of a supernatural, she kept to the crowds, carefully steering clear of every shadow she could. When she finally found a main street she recognized, she hurried down it, hoping she went toward the school.
 Her fingers never released her pendant. The feeling that she had let her parents down made her stomach churn. After all, she had let one of the very things that killed them into her life.
 He saved me from that... that shade, though, a small voice reminded in the back of her mind.
 She shook her head and ran a hand through her hair. But I wouldn't have even been in that alley in the first place if it wasn't for him.

* * *
 Nyaira slunk easily behind the girl, suspicious, yet thankful, for Alex's absence. She watched the girl as they went, a vulture waiting for its prey to die. Then, she noticed Victoria's behavior toward a few people; she moved away, fear crossing her face as she looked toward the ground.
 Nyaira made it a point to walk near them, and every time, their scent told her they were one kind of supernatural or another.
 She had found the one Luc wanted. Of that, she was certain.

* * *
 "Well, hello!"
 The darkly cheerful voice made Victoria's blood run cold. She choked back a sob when she turned to see Nyaira approaching her. She stumbled back and looked around at all the other people walking the sidewalk. Though not as crowded as the square, a few handfuls of people, both alone and in groups, passed by.
 "Victoria, right? Alex's friend." Nyaira gave her what looked like an attempt at a friendly smile, but the sadistic glimmer in her eyes made Victoria shrink back.
 She turned to run, but the vampire was beside her in an instant. Nyaira locked Victoria's arm in hers, her grip painfully tight.
 Victoria whimpered as she placed an arm around her shoulders. She tried to push away, to stop, but Nyaira easily forced her forward.
 "You and I have some things to talk about, peu mortel." Nyaira pulled Victoria tighter into her side, all but dragging her along with her as a small group of men in suits passed by. "Come. Take a walk with me."

[Assistant]
Illyad remained hidden, watching and waiting. He didn't want to announce his presence too soon, as vampires had a keen ability to adapt very quickly to their situation. Or at least the ones he knew did. They tended to be resourceful, and Nyaira was no exception.
Of course, the difference was, Illyad had some powerful magic behind him. With a flick of his wrist he could reduce Nyaira to a pile of dust. Of course, that wasn't what he was going to do. His promise was to protect Victoria, not destroy her attacker.

[User]
Victoria struggled against the woman's hold, but her efforts were rewarded only by Nyaira digging her nails painfully into the girl's arm.
 "A friend of mine's rather interested in your..." Nyaira paused and looked around the street, her eyes narrowed. "Gift," she finished.
 Victoria was sure her heart stopped for a moment as Nyaira turned down another street.
 "W-what gift?" Victoria managed in little more than a frightened whisper. She looked pleadingly toward a couple walking down the street, trying to catch their eye, but neither noticed.
 Nyaira threw her head back and laughed. "Playing dumb won't do any good, enfant pathétique." Her sweet voice and vicious smile made Victoria squirm. Nyaira glanced to the couple. "Don't even think about calling for help. Even if someone did come, I would snap their necks before they even blinked."
 Victoria swallowed hard, and looked back to the sidewalk, her heart pounding in her chest with a vengeance.
 "This is me!" Nyaira nodded to a car and single-handedly pulled a set of keys from her purse.
 Victoria could not help but gawk at the LaFerrari sitting in the parking space. Its red paint glistened in the sunlight. Her mild admiration of the car ended when Nyaira forced her to it and opened the passenger door.
 "In you go." Nyaira shoved her to the open door, carefully blocking any chance of escape. "Run, and I'll break your legs."
 Victoria entered the car with deliberate slowness. As soon as she was in, Nyaira shut the door.
 There has to be a way out of this, she thought as the vampire headed to the driver's side, her thoughts frantic and hot tears making her vision swim. There has to be!

[Assistant]
Illyad materialised in the back of the car, making sure that he was still cloaked to Nyaira, but visible to Victoria.

"Ssssh." He whispered. "Alex has sent me to protect you. Only you can see or hear me, do NOT let Nyaira know I am here." He told Victoria. "As long as you keep quiet, I will make sure that whatever happens, you will not be harmed." He kept his eyes on Nyaira as he spoke.

Alex eventually managed to find himself back in his apartment, where he bandaged himself up tightly, slowing the flow of the bleeding. Within a few hours he would be fully healed, but he couldn't deal with not knowing until then, so he began making his way elsewhere. Nyaira would want to bargain with him, and therefore would be holding Victoria somewhere. He could find wherever the base she had was easily.


[System]
Slick Drake

Basics
Epithet: "Oilburn" Slick

Race: Human

Age: 19

Gender: Male

Appearance: Slick is 5'5 with green hair and green eyes, typically wears simple single color shirts along with a green jacket over it, black pants, fingerless gloves, and black boots when on deck. When fighting in enclosed quarters he wears a gas mask on top of all this so he doesn't inhale smog from his fires, otherwise he just keeps it clipped to the waist of his pants. Somewhat pale, has lots of burn scars on his hands.

Position: Cook and Weapon Repairsman.

Bounty: 5,000,000 Beris, wanted for Serial Arson

Jolly Roger: A charred skull dripping oil with green flames surrounding it in a circle.

Background
Ambition: To find the gun and sword of Gol D. Roger.

Likes:* Fire
* Weapons
* Cooking
* Gol D Roger
* Money

Dislikes:* Marines
* Wasting Food
* Bees

Quirks: Slick regularly obsesses over any new weapon he may come across, studying the weapon and taking notes immediately upon seeing it even if the user is in the middle talking. His unique laugh is "Kekekekekek!" Slick is also a bit of a kleptomaniac and will regularly steal stuff just to see if he can get away with it.he has actually built up a small hoard for himself. If he thinks something would be interesting to light on fire he will try to light that thing on fire with the matches he always carries with him. He also believes his fires are works of art.

Personality: Slick is a pretty jovial guy, rarely in a bad mood unless something actually bad is happening. Tends to laze about when there's nothing important to be done or he'll go through his stash of stolen items to make sure everything is in good condition. He is afraid of drowning as most Devil Fruit users are, but his more prominent fear is of bees. If he sees a beehive or a swarm of bees he will likely go for his flamethrower immediately. Slick is also a very curious person, whether it be how flammable something is or how a device works. He likes helping people out but he won't go out of his way to help others if it's gonna be a long arduous task, not unless everyone else decides to. And the most important thing of all, Slick loves fire. He loves fire so much, fire is one of his favorite things ever really, which is why he always carries matches with him.

History: Slick grew up on a small island in the South Blue, born to a pair of blacksmiths and repairmen. He was raised on learning how gun barrels were made and how to clean a cannon, basically everything a child should never know. One day when he was 6 a group of drunk pirates had come to his parents to have their guns and swords repaired after a hard battle with the Marines, when they left they forgot some of their treasure on the island, the most important one being a mysterious Devil Fruit they had planned on selling. Now Slick was a hungry 6 year old, not knowing how valuable it was he took a bite of it. It was absolutely disgusting, it tasted like gasoline (not that he knew what that was) but he had already taken a bite of it and he had been taught to never waste food so he swallowed it down like a champ.

This was a horrible idea, for this was the Oiru Oiru Fruit, a Logia type Devil Fruit that turned you into an Oil man. Slick began to melt into a puddle of oil immediately, which was quite terrifying for a 6 year old. As he panicked and flailed his arms about he splashed highly flammable oil everywhere and knocked over a lantern, setting his home on fire. He struggled to maintain his human form and ran outside, his parents did not make it out with him. Orphaned at the age of 6 he was horribly traumatised by the whole incident, mentally locking away the ability to physically become oil so he could never kill someone close to him like he killed his parents. Instead he sought to control what killed them, fire.

He spent the next 13 years of his life tinkering with various ideas and mastering the use of his powers in conjunction with fire, he also rebuilt his parents business and began repairing weapons for pirates. Over the years he became enamored by tales of Gol D Roger and his prowess in battle, some stories had him destroying entire armies with one placed bullet while others would make him out to be a master swordsman. Either way, Slick wanted these legendary weapons, he wanted to be just as strong as Gol D Roger was. but to do that he needed to get a hold of his weapons. So he set off on his journey at the age of 19.

Combat Specialties

Skills and Abilities: Talented repairsman in regards to all different types of weapons, is somewhat skilled in the art of inventing new weapons. Great cook, spent a lot of his life learning to cook for himself. Very fast and somewhat strong, he built up muscles from hammering metal.
Devil Fruit: Oiru Oiru Fruit (Oil Oil Fruit): A Logia with the ability to let the user turn into oil and endlessly produce oil, Slick has currently mentally handicapped himself so he can only use it like a Paramecia.

Haki: N/A

Gear: Custom Flamethrower, built to be fueled directly by Slick even in the middle of combat.

Fighting Style: Slick likes to stay away from his opponent and control the battlefield, either by covering it in oil or covering it in oil and the lighting said oil on fire.

Techniques: Oil Oil Skate: Slick covers the bottom of his shoes in oil and skates around the battlefield at high speeds, leaving a trail of oil behind him as he does so.
Oil Oil Getaway: Slick covers the ground in oil and then lights it on fire, leaving no way for the opponent to reach Slick as he runs away. Also applicable to deadly effect in sea battles, pouring oil into the ocean, waiting for the enemy ship to sail through the oil and then lighting it all on fire.

Nakama
Crewmate Name:
Captain Boone - Slick only kinda respects Boone, sure he's the captain but he hasn't done anything quite memorable enough for him to be truly worth respect. They get along pretty well, but Slick doesn't quite respect Boone despite his status as captain. If it really came down to it, Slick would actually take his position in a heartbeat. He does enjoy his stories though and likes to ask several questions to get details.

Caesar Inu - Caesar and Slick get along, mainly because Slick likes to talk about fire during his therapy sessions and Caesar appreciates that Slick knows how to relax unlike most members of the crew.

Bonesword - Slick likes Bonesword for 3 reasons. One he can make a lot of flammable stuff which is super great, he can make ingredients for cooking which is nice, and he really wants to see how milk affects a living skeleton. Whenever someone is arguing about stuff with Bonesword he'll generally take Bonesword's side, something about the little dude is endearing to him.

Lily Merrycure - Slick gets annoyed with her occasionally when she offers to take over cooking, but does his best to remember that she's just trying to help. He was talking about fire once and she mentioned lighting the fires in people's hearts, Slick took this a little too literally and now thinks she wants him to light people's hearts on fire. Not that he has a problem with that, he quite likes the idea. He finds it a little weird that she tries to mother him considering they're only two years apart, but he takes it in stride. He's very interested in her strange symbiote and wonders how flammable it is. Final note, Slick bugs her from time to time about creating more flammable oils and compounds for him to use. When she doesn't he will either back off for the day or just try and swipe some stuff from her to try and figure it out himself. He has caused more than one explosion on the ship.

Feya - Slick hates hearing about the food pyramid so much, he occasionally sees the food pyramid chasing him in his nightmares. Slick tries to avoid her as much as humanly possible, not out of hate but out of pure unadulterated fear. No human should eat so much every single day. Occasionally he steals from her but after the 3rd time he found his door broken down and the protein powder gone he stopped. Now he just lays down oil in front of her door every now and then. Whenever she starts nagging Bonesword about working out he'll side with Bonesword, but is strangely silent when milk gets brought up. He really wants to see Bonesword drink milk.

Dirk - Slick is kinda indifferent to Dirk, he recognizes the guy doesn't like him too much but doesn't mind. Dirk likes his cooking so he's alright in Slick's book.

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Meeting the New Crew II
Bonekid sat down at the table, only to find his face barely met up past the thing. A few vines rose slowly out of the seat of the chair as they lifted Bonekid up to sit properly at the table, acting as a sort of makeshift booster seat. The Shroomblade sat right beside him as he stared at the bowl in front of him, the spoon beside it intimidating him beyond belief. Ignoring the bowl presented to him immediately, Bonekid looked around the room at everyone in it.

There was the pirate ninja, who looked incredibly dope and super cool. Bonekid could learn a thing or two from him in regards to stealth, it seemed like.

There was the muscular and hairy man who had caught Feya's attention. Was he a fruit user? His appearance bore striking resemblance to what was described as that one fruit he read about in his encyclopedia. "Model - Lion" was all he could remember.

There was the drunken doctor. He reminded Bonekid of Boone, unsurprisingly, but it was more like a cross between Boone and Mom put together.

There was the badger, which caused Dirk's eyes to twitch. She seemed really frickin' badass for a badger, and Bonekid wanted to learn about her. Heck, maybe she was a fruit user too.

Then there was K. Runch, the captain of the crew and user of the Bori-Bori-no-Mi. Bonekid had his encyclopedia nearby so he could draw the captain and chronicle the details of the Bori-Bori-no-Mi for after he handled the task ahead of him.

Shooting a look at Dirk, Bonekid responded to his question first. "Y-you I guess...?" Honestly that was a white lie. Bonekid's truest friend was the Shroomblade, but there was one person who came before it, that being his Mom. She was a bit sleepy right now, but he wasn't afraid. She'd be back up and happy again in no-time flat!

Now for the real problem. Bonekid took a bit of the cereal in his spoon as he put it into his gullet, the cereal obviously trickling out of his jaw and into his shirt along with the milk from the spoon. It... tasted like nothing. Of course it would. Bonekid couldn't eat anything and taste it with how his body worked. Still, he didn't want to upset the captain. "I-I'm sorry Captain Runch, but I'm not hungry. It tastes great, but I'm just... not hungry." Honestly it probably did taste better than Slick's cooking. Everything he made was just so... greasy. Bonekid always took milk, though, so it made Slick hap-

Wait what the what.

Is that TASTE?

Bonekid sat there in the seat for a good minute after he said he couldn't taste the cereal, realizing that he finally could taste it. It was horribly delayed, but it actually made him feel the sensation of taste. It was a long time since he lost it, but now that it was there, it was... really freaky. In a good way.

Still, he couldn't force himself to eat it despite it being amazing since he could actually taste it. He wasn't even sure if it was good.

[Assistant]
Captain Cedric D. Boone - New Friends

As Slick completely misread the situation, Boone could only grit his teeth in annoyance. His own crew attacking their hosts was not a good sign of friendship. Boone yelled out to Slick, "Wait, Slick! Its not what yo-" Just then, a shadowy figure pinned him to the ground in a flash! Boone stood mouth agape, Lilliana in arms. He shook his head and continued forward, "Just a misunderstanding sir, dont kill him, he just...likes to burn things."

Cedric set Lilli down at a spot at the table and sat next to her. Their hosts were quite eccentric to put it mildly. Then again, the Red Rums weren't exactly normal either considering one of them straight up assaulted their hosts without warning.

In Boone's bowl laid large red pellets. Once the milk was poured the white liquid became almost blood red. Cedric eyed it cautiously and then chuckled, "I suppose if you wanted to turn us in you would have beaten us already, Bawhahahaha!" Boone took a large bite with his spoon and tasted an intoxicating cereal. One the likes of which he had never experienced before. Alcoholic cereal. It was a very high percentage of alcohol.

Within a few short moments Cedric was slurping up the final remains of the red milk. "Ahhh..that was delicious. *hic* You have got to get me the recipe!"


[System]
Appearance:

 She's 5.8 ft tall.

Age: 29

Sex: Female

Class: Mercenary Engineer

Psyker Powers: None

Equipment

Armor:
 -Reinforced leather jacket, pants.
 -Custom Armor plating – Created by using parts of salvaged imperial power armor. Multiple modifications and corrections were made for it to fit its new role. Barely resembles its origin.
 -Armored leather boots with inbuilt powerful electromagnets.
 -A pair of armored gloves.

Weapons:
 -'White Skull' Las Pistol – a heavily modified version of the standard issue laspistol, this work of engineering has been created by Vala herself. It has almost triple the power draw of a normal laspistol, making it more useful than it's original, but it depletes powercells quickly and the wear on the weapon is increased, making the need for replacement parts quite frequent. She has created only 3 of these with the other two now destroyed. It's kept on a holster on her right hip.
 - MAG Autogun MkIV(Shelly) - An autogun that fires hexagonal solid projectiles. The projectiles are about 6 cm in length and 0.7 cm in diameter. She acquired this specific gun or at least what was the remnants of a gun while on one of the many lawless space stations scattered across the fringes of Imperium space. After a lot of tinkering and experimentation she managed to create a workable and actually useful variant of it. It has the same range as a standard autogun. Its flat projectiles/slugs are propelled using a system of incredibly powerful electromagnets. The rifle uses standard powercells. Devastating against lightly armored targets as causes both blunt and puncture damage with each slug. Lacks penetrating power against heavily armored targets, though still hits like a hammer. The rifle has 10 slugs per clip. Held on the right side of her back with a magnetic buckle.
 -'Nova' LAS Heavy Sniper. - This a custom made las sniper, she made in the last year. It's strength stands in both it's incredible power and armor penetration plus great range. It's almost entirely custom rigged from both original and standard technology. Instead of one great emitter like the standard heavy las weapons, this one uses 4 smaller ones. The first three fire slightly before the fourth which is arranged in between the other 3, thus at impact the first 3 create a weaken heated spot in the middle, which allows the fourth to more easily puncture through the armor. This weapon can hold 2 power cells for las cannons, allowing for 2 shots at a time, before needing reload. The barrels and powers are cooled by 2 other special slots where she puts old depleted power cells that serve as sinks for the heat generated during a shot, thus lengthening the lifespan of all parts. Still for safety purposes, the required waiting time between shots is at least 10 seconds.
 -Autopistol – Held in a holster on her left hip.
-Short straight sword – She keeps it for when she's out of all her other weapons. Kept in a sheath across the left side of her back.
 -4 small frag grenades.

 Other equipment:
 -A forearm mounted grappling hook launcher – uses same electromagnetic tech as her rifle.
 -Known to also carry portable set of tools during missions.

Notable Deeds:
 As a merc Val cannot really boast with deeds such as those of the soldiers of the Imperium, but she has stacked up a small list of accomplishments non the less.

 The Kroozer Gambit

 Hired by a Rogue Trader, away from the notable trade routes, Vala and her crew were tasked with bringing down a ork Kroozer that was discovered waiting in ambush for an unsuspecting transports. The Trader didn't want to damage his own vessel so he hired mercs to be his scapegoats while his ship would pass the sector, hoping to escape paying.

 Her crew immediately got suspicious of it and forged a plan to both do the job and get paid. Since what they had was a old modified transport ship, they pretended to be a random unsuspecting pray while a Vala and 4 of her crewmates took an assault boat. When the Kroozer moved to intercept their transport along with it's fighter escort, the assault boat rammed to the engine room. Following a lightning fast gunfight, they set 5 heavy explosives across the engines and left the ship just in time for the bombs to explode and cripple the vessel. During that time, their transport had led the escort wing straight to the Rogue Trader's vessel. Without support from the Kroozer, the trader managed to deal with the fighter escort. Their transport ship had susptained medium damages, but they got paid non the less. She later heard that an imperial Dauntless stumbled upon the Kroozer and destroyed it. Surely the Rogue Trader had taken all credit for disabling it…

 3 days of darkness.

 Vala's crew had been forced to land on an uninhabited world when they came into confrontation with a light corsairs pirate vessel. Luckily for them the elder ship wasn't heavily armed and after an incredible accurate hit on their part, both vessels were forced to crash land.

 Vala's armed transport had taken a serious beating and given the degree of the damage it would have required at least a week to repair. Without given much choice in the matter they were forced into a fight for their lives. After 3 days of almost constant battling with the corsairs, Vala's crew managed to repel the enemy and grant her enough time to finish the repairs in a record time of 3 and a half days! They lost 5 people in that event, but finally managed to escape the planet.

 Death to the Infidel.

 While on a break from missions and traveling towards a nearby lawless space station for refuel and repair, Vala's transport suddenly shook heavily from the impact wave of an immense explosion. By the time they saw what was going on, the transport was knee deep in a chaos attack of two Infidel class escorts on the pirate station.

 The station's weak shields were quickly down, it's frankly old weaponry couldn't match the two escorts. As the transports around it were destroyed, Vala's ship found itself with no place to run. She and other 5 of her 15 crew members barely managed to get to the assault boat that also doubled as a escape capsule before their transport was blown to bits by 2 torpedos. With the destruction of the station, one of the Infidel class ships left to chase some ships that managed to escape the initial barrage while the other one stayed behind to finish wiping the place from anything that moved. Without place to land anywhere in the assault boat's range there was only one option left. They used the debris as cover from the batteries, they boarded the Escort's engine compartment like they had done in the past with the orks.

 It was a slaughter against the chaos marines their weapons didn't really carry much punch. It took Vala mere 2 minutes to set all the explosives and move back to her assault boat, but by the time she pulled the boat away from the chaos ship, she was the only one left. Alone and heavily wounded she watched with a big smile as the explosions took place, rendering it motionless in space… She laughed loudly as Imperial ships started warping about the place, probably having noticed the chaos presence.

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"Good work on the Servo-Skulls Vala, let's just hope they can do their job and return to us in one piece." Andromedai had been pacing back and forth inside of the Warehouse, keeping an eye on its exterior while the mercenary engineer worked to convert Adrianne's Servo-Skulls. She ended up by Vala's side a few moments before she finished her work.

"All I need to do is to connect to their interface and tell them where to go and what to do." A small wire that came from the side of her data-pad was now plugged into the first Servo-Skull while her right hand worked tirelessly across its surface to enter in its new directive. "The information I am entering into the Servo-Skulls should be simple enough for them to not mess up. Basically their orders are to head to a safe vantage point of each remaining anti-aircraft canon and transmit a number of important details not only back to us, but also the Imperial Guard headquarters. Once that happens, our artillery cannon's will take care of the rest for us."

Andromedai would pause as the sound of a thundering engine in the distance that grew, she knew Adrianne had been trying to get the Ork Warbike to work but seeing her on the xenos vehicle, bothered her. "Adrianne! Get off of that Warbike before I decide to do something I'll probably regret. Riding on that Ork machine is Techno-Heresy, and I will have none of that."

Shortly after Adrianne had parked the bike and gotten off of it, the Warbike fell apart right before their eyes and ended up a pile of scrap metal. Andromedai looked at the mess of metal before nodding her head in approval at its current condition and demise. "That problem fixed itself, a fitting end."

After a short while of searching, Andromedai found a chair to sit in before dragging it back downstairs and into the middle of the warehouse, where the rest of her squad was waiting. Taking a seat, she pulled out her data-pad and pressed a button on its screen, sending the two Servo-Skulls out and towards their destination. She watched them leave then fade into active camouflage, disappearing from sight.

"We should keep an eye on the one that is heading the furthest into enemy territory, if it fails to reach its objective, we will have to go there ourselves. That goes for both of them actually." This was not what she wanted to happen, and hopefully the mission would go smoothly.

[Assistant]
Adrianne watched as her servo skulls slithered off at Aviza's command; the black steel bionic skeletal spines slithering around in the air behind them as they moved like an underwater snake; before they vanished in a glimmering as active camouflage was activated.

"Wait! I didn't know they had that utility!"

Behind her mask, Adrianne's violet eyes (un)visibly widened as she just realized she had been missing out on such an incredible feature of her servo skulls! She had had them for at least three months! How had she not realized that feature until now?!

"I knew I should have read the instruction manual... " Adrianne mumbled with a sour tone under her breath, before turning towards the rest of the group as it gathered beneath the ancient gothic hallways and cathedrals of the mechanicum storage depot. Everywhere she went, imperial architecture, even that of the mechanicum, always oozed with religious symbolism; to the point that if anyone had simple removed the metal storage containers and random workbenches scattered around the storage house, one could easily have confused the building as a place of worship.

"My servo skulls should be able to get the mission done in but a faction of the time it would take us to get there!" Adrianne proclaimed as she removed her skeletal mask with a click and a hiss, letting her long, ashen white hair flow free as she eyed the rest of the group with her violet eyes.

"But... even though I am certain they will succeed, we will still need a place to reconvene with our aerial pick up once the the mission is done. The Greenskin are not known for their tactics, but they will converge on this area once the remaining artillery bombardments strike. I can feel the very air around us simmer with excitement... and it isn't our excitement."

She finished, throwing a look at the rest of the group and letting her gaze pass over them. For most of the group, it was a matter of looking down; with the one exception being of course the group's resident human-main-battle-tank Nergui who was the only one to tower above her.

"If the servo skulls complete their mission, then the safest thing would be to leave now. Then we would have a headstart on the Orks once the fun starts!"

[User] -Overpostie-

[Assistant]
Ansgar watched the servo skulls pass by his position, watching them fade into invisibility, his position didn't change beyond bringing the scope up to his eyes, checking to see if he could detect them as they departed through the scope. No luck, which was unfortunate, he would have to rely on other means for detecting the servo skulls whenever they deployed whatever was making them invisible. Of course, he put that to the back of his mind, focusing on the task at hand while the Psyker decided to run her mouth off about beginning to withdraw, ever so certain in her modified tools that had not been tested in this kind of situation yet, not with their new modifications. No, that would be both arrogant and foolish to just withdraw under the assumption that they would complete their job before completing it.

"Ma'am, beginning extraction movements before the mission is completed based on the assumption that equipment, untested with its current modifications, will complete the objective is reckless and foolhardy. Should they fail, that places us even farther away from the target, with the Orks alerted to the fact their other position is targeted already. Which means a fight, which they will swarm, to my understanding." Leave it to be that, for the Krieger, the most he had spoken in a given period of time was admonishing another for what he saw as a foolish suggestion. He still remained opposed to the idea of having relied on modified mechanical tools to do their job, but the Celestian had decided to go through with it, so that was that and he would not be saying anything further on the matter in that regard.

Glancing back to meet the Psyker's violet gaze, Ansgar narrowed his eyes slightly at the fact she had gone and removed her helmet already, like this was some training expedition on a pleasure world instead of in an abandoned storage building in the rain. Though the fact that he had insulted both the handiwork of their resident Tech Expert, for lack of better terms, and the Psyker meant little to him. He said what he saw was necessary, and left it at that. Turning back to his scanning of the approach to the main door, he would do several checks with his eyes, before bringing the scope up and using its low light settings to amplify the shadows that he could not readily make out with his own natural vision. The only noise that could be heard now from the Krieger was the slight wheeze that was tell tale of the Krieg issued rebreather, not loud enough to alert their surroundings however, as they would have not been issued then.


[System]
Species: Human

Age: 28

Gender: Female

Appearance: Shorter than average, dark hair, somewhat sun-kissed skin from outdoor activity, and way less scars than one would've expect. Usually clad in mail hauberk adorned with pieces of banners from felled foes (or a pretty dress, at rarer occasion), and always with at least one weapon in her person.

Bio: When Yvonne was born she's the only child to the opulent but very much declining house Rosenving, it took less than two more decades of ridiculous parties and all-around bad financial management before it was driven to the verge of bankruptcy. Naturally there comes the talk of marriage upon which Yvonne, an oddball obsessed with distinctly unladylike things like driving the business end of a weapon into someone's soft flesh, all but absconded with her great-grandfather's blade. The rest of her life was spent in a wild ride of mercenary work and avoiding (more commonly, well, thoroughly violencing) the men hired by her family and/or her would-be fiance to bring her back. Her journey brought her all round the three kingdoms and more, even after her ancestral home collapsed and pursuers stopped coming.

Invited by promise of great reward and, among other thing, to try save the little henchman boy that used to follow her around (yes, that would be the prince), and the fact that she happen to be lurking around the border already, Yvonne stepped back toward the royal court of Kindeance once more.

Skillset: Well versed in outdoor survival, knack for murder and violence, oddly high spatial awareness, dancing, easily thrives in chaotic situation, very good at intimidation, weaves pretty dang well, and is proficient using common melee weapons. Personally prefers the mace despite her title.

Spells:
-Mansplitter (Self-buff. Gain inhuman strength for a very short period. The stronger the effect, the greater the backlash.)
-Warcry (AoE debuff. Inflict terror in a wide area. Greater effect on closer target, and greater effect on direction Yvonne is facing.)
-Bloodlust (Passive. Haste, pain tolerance, and resistance to mental effect. Starts off weak but ramps up as the fight goes on.)
-Resilience (Passive. Harder to injure, less affected by existing injuries, and heals a lot faster than normal at the cost of increased calorie usage.)

Equipment: Daily necessities (preserved rations, a tin pot, medical supply, knapping, change of clothes, etc), adorned mail hauberk, the sword her great-grandfather wielded that probably never saw use since then until it landed in her hands, a heavy flanged mace, a rondel dagger.

Other: Can be inserted to the plot any time it's convenient (or fun) to do so.

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Solomon Sparrow
Location:  Fanghorn, Kindeance

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 It was much quieter up at the second floor. The faint sound of combat and further explosions shook the floor beneath Solomon was evidence enough. Dust scattered down from the ceiling and wafted in the air through the beams of sunlight from the near window. The room was obviously some kind of bed chamber, probably the baron's with how well furnished it was, with rugs and tapestries, and a large bed. After a quick look around, and finding the room empty, he noticed a magical box on the nearby table. It rested with runes glowing over its surface. What magic was contained inside Solomon wasn't sure. However, he did deem it best that the inhabitants of the keep not have access to it, with swift movement, Solomon tucked the box away.

 Now, as to his current mission to locate the prince. He held out his hand as another stream of energy radiated from the large tome near his back. It streamed in ribbons of silver and black mist culminating within his palm before dispersing into the air, as opposed to that of the ground. Slowly a white aura appear and then formed into the figure of a hideous woman. She was without legs, had long arms that ended in frail looking but lethal claws. Her skin held tightly to bone in form, warts and lashes about her angled face. Hair like static frilled all around, flowing general behind her head. Tattered dress with shredded frills around the hem covered her figure. She cackled before her eyes went wide and the form diminished back into a misshapen mass of ethereal ectoplasm and reconstituting into that of a child. An unassuming child in leggings, traveling vest, and short skirt entirely white with as her skin, the scenery behind visible through her form. She levitated inches above the ground, however her feet remained flat like she was standing on a flat surface.

 "Violet."

 "I know." She said softly. She looked up at the necromancer through the shadow of his hood. "I'll help find him." The ghost of a little girl then disappeared. Violet was more or less a ghost for the purposes of what Solomon was doing. Freely able to travel through walls much like a shadow, Violet was able to do so completely invisible even if her movement was considerably slower. Likewise, she held more power within herself, hopefully able to better withstand the purge spell Solomon felt earlier. No wonder his shadows were so easily dismissed. Likewise, his skeletons were probably also gone. For now, it was him, his tempest, Bartholomew, and Violet. For now at least, it would be her and he searching room to room. Violet would head to the third floor while Solomon would remain at the second.

 Finished with his plan, Solomon once again became incorporeal and traveled through the door out into the hall. At the same time, he called upon the two shadows still on standby near August and also had them come to the keep. Should Asevor cast another purge, they would cease to be, but the more eyes within the keep the better. The quicker he could find the prince, the quicker he could evacuate him and return to aid his allies. As it stood, the battle quieted down, but Solomon doubted that meant the fight had ended. Though weak, he could still feel Bartholomew, and his fighting spirit was still burning.

 Speaking of the tempest Bartholomew, the purge spell had done a number on his already failing structural integrity. The flame upon his head diminished in luminosity, no longer burning white, but instead a cooler deep red in color. In no time, he was bent in half, collapsed to the ground, and shortly after used as a flail. As it was, he was not much use, but as he was caught in the vines, he reached out with his free hand and attempted to pull himself from Ragnar, should the redirect not free him. He was prepared for even if it meant losing the arm he was being swung by. Even without his legs and potentially missing an arm, Bartholomew would not give in, yet. If it was possible, he would swing himself using any remaining vines roots above and body slam the barbarian.

[Assistant]
[GM Post]

Well now this was quite the pickle. Six of the mercenaries had perished, and just as many lost limbs in the short altercation. The baron, too, was part of the casualties. Asevor clicked his tongue in annoyance, that one death meant he no longer did the perfect job. And Antigone wasn't even present! By all right there's no mage that could match him in the surrounding area, yet they snuck a low blow on him regardless.

Unacceptable.

"Bah, give a druid a moment and- Quit yammering, this is nothing."

As the magical bulwark was overlaid with vines, it darkened inside until the only source of light was the tesseract Asevor was constructing. The distraught mercenaries stopped their hushed whispers at the order, though the death and dismemberment half their rank just experienced had rendered their morale wavering they still had enough trust on the archmage's prowess. For now, at least.

It took some time to construct this one, the elderly mage needing to consult his notebook multiple times in the process. He couldn't see what's going on outside, what's with the vines physically and magically hindering the sight, but it's quite unlikely for his foes to have blown the door open. The clean up wouldn't be pretty, but this particular surprise wasn't an easy one to defend against. Tracing the final line into a vaguely serpentine abstract shape, Asevor pushed out the magical construct as it phased through the barrier and emerged outside.

"Caustic Cloud of Ruzpin."

A few moment earlier, Ragnar's swing of the makeshift bludgeon was interrupted by the vines. It missed, the excess force separating the Tempest at the elbow joint. Bartholomew's attempt to swing back, meanwhile, also failed just as hard as the vines weren't made to support the still significant momentum of steel plates. The root came off the wall, the undead clattering back down on the floor.

At least he's away from Ragnar at the moment.

The northlander wasn't having a good time either. He abruptly realized that the electrifying current within his blood had dissipated, rendering him only as strong as he normally would. He stepped back again, this time picking up a chair for a weapon, but the experienced combatants wouldn't miss this chance. A few probes and they confirmed that the magical power-up had ran its course. Yvonne hooked the chair before dragging it down, making enough opening for Chounan to slash through an eye while Veronica landed a deep gash through the neck. There seemed to be some tug-of-war as the blood was pulled between the weapon and the juggernaut's veins, but in the end a glob was split off as the scythe greedily drank the crimson essence.

At that time, the glowing tesseract emerged from the shell. Veronica's eyes widen before it even took effect, stopping her assault to shout at the rest of her team.

"Acid fog incoming! We need to get out of here!"

*****

Not far away, Solomon's search would find some more rooms. The presumably heirs' rooms were empty and seemingly unlived for some time, though it's kept clean and spotless still. There's a few guest rooms, empty save for one - it had a number of magical wards enclosing the entire room, Asevor's mana signature littered all over the formation. These weren't meant to be particularly strong, but enough that it'll take some effort to physically dismantle. Magical intrusion still would met some resistance, though not as severe, yet the biggest issue was that any trespassing attempt would've alerted Asevor of the fact.

The third floor was a rather clear split. About a third of it were servants' quarters and kitchen and whatnot, currently filled with cowering peasants unsure of what's going on with a number of them sporting injuries. The rest of it seemed to be where the mercenaries were housed, enough bedding for fifty men yet currently completely empty.

A stairs up led to the battlement, the door leading up locked tight.

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The bearman stopped dead in his tracks as the glowing tessaract emerged from the vine encased barrier, then bloomed into a slowly spreading vapor that clung in the air.

More unbidden, but potentially useful memories drifted through his head then back out again. He and his dad had been trying to contain and reclaim the 'fungally overgrown' section of their home forest. His dad had warned him about the dangers of inhaling mists and particles, but had offered him one of his shirts, which he had plunked in the nearby stream.

"Don' breath 'at shi' in boy" he had said, while extending the wetted shirt. "Wrap dis 'round ya head, an' breaths through 'at."

The memory left as quickly as it came. The ominous cloud of mist continued to slowly rise into the room, causing the leaves on the vines to wilt almost on contact. He DEFINITELY did not want to breathe that in.

The pulled down curtain adorned the floor under his feet, which he quickly snatched up before scanning the room for something to wet it with. The elf woman's antics with the table had toppled all of the remaining drink decanters onto the floor rendering them useless for the task at hand. He needed something to wet it with, and soon-- As he hurriedly scanned the room, the realization that he had not gone to the little bear's room since Hdur came home to roost. He did not like the idea at all, but it was all he had to work with.

Drawing and huffing an irritated breath, he hiked up the front of his robes, shoved the brilliant red curtain into place with one hand, leaned against the wall with the other, then relieved himself of the fluid fraction of the stew he had ate the previous day, until the curtain was sopping wet, and the pungent odor of "male bear" hit his nose-- which wrinkled at the prospect of what had to come next.

He gave the wad of cloth a momentary queeze to distribute the 'moisture' evenly, paused half a moment, then draped the odorous rag over himself as if it were a table cloth, and he a table. The only thing he could see was red fabric, and the scent of "his own brand" dominated his offended nose.

He growled, then turned toward the barred entrance door, and began to body slam it.

[Assistant]
Acid? Godspit. Yvonne had seen what a magically conjured glob of those could do to flesh, she wasn't about to linger around and find out how painful exactly it was to quite literally melt off your own bones. There were two exits. One's at the other side, beyond the damnable mage's barrier and out of reach. The other was the entrance that was locked earlier. Would it be easier to break the windows? No, those were all stone and way too narrow.

The entrance, then.

"Someone hold back Ragnar, go!"

Disengaging, the mercenary's eyes locked on the heavy axe forgotten in the corner. To think that it's useful now, huh? She picked it up, grimacing at the sheer weight of the weapon and the insanity of someone who crafted the whole damned thing out of metal, but that's a boon now. The door was at least two inches thick, regular axe just wouldn't make it.

With an angry yell, Yvonne tapped into her inner strength as she swung the axe with as much force as she could. Over and over. Then Cedar came barelling with his bulk, the two taking turn axing and slamming to the stupidly sturdy door.

Will they make it? Yvonne didn't quite felt like turning back to look.


[System]
Age: 24
Magic: Lost Magic: Energy Control Magic; Mayt can control and manipulate various types of energy. He inherited this magic from his family.

Amplify - Amplifies a specified energy, cannot amplify magic.

Reflect - Reverses an energy, such as motion, at half of what it was originally.

Shape Magic - Shapes the caster's magic 'container'
Reinforce Inanimate - Reinforces an inanimate object with the caster's magic, making it more durable and allows it to act as an alternate method of using another energy control spell.
Reinforce Body - Reinforces the caster's body, making it more durable, but can cause serious damage if the energy control spell attached to this isn't maintained properly. Considered "Forbidden", but is not a taboo.

Warp - Redirects an energy, does not need to be actively used.
Magic Level: S
History: Mayt Derren Marris grew up in a small town, its name of no importance, in the middle of virtually nowhere. In his hometown, he had grown to know almost half a dozen different parents. He was taken away from his birth parents at age 10, as they were both incapable of properly taking care of a child. His second set of parents were nice, but his distrustful tendencies, and getting new parents just before his teen years, he blocked them out. They fed him, clothed him, and took him to school, that was all that was important about them to Mayt. They weren't his birth parents, he didn't like them. They gave him to the local orphanage the first time he drew a knife on them, which he had done in an attempt to prove that, despite his somewhat meek frame, he could be a powerful fighter. He didn't have to be a bookworm. By this time he was 14

At age sixteen, Mayt was adopted by, as he likes to put it, "Parent Wannabees". His parents were sort of doing a trial-run on adopting a child so that they had some idea what to expect. They didn't expect a child distrustful of them to the point of learning how to cook and handle himself while not getting in the way. Mayt turned into a child who simply lived in the same house and breathed the same air. He had gotten a part-time job, bought his own food, did his own laundry, and cleaned his room. Despite his seemingly good-nature in doing this, he acted very sour, and often was caught by Truancy Officers, and managed to barely pass his classes. Not caring about the future, the month he was allowed to leave his parents house as a legal adult, he did, setting out into the world. He wondered at first, choosing to go town to town on foot, enjoying the walk, and eventually starting to enjoy being on the road, where he could think.

By his twenty first birthday, he had rented an apartment in a small city, and has chosen to stay there for a while. He needed money and odd-jobs while traveling wasn't cutting it. On his birthday, he received a package from his birth parents. At first Mayt was skeptical of the package. He hadn't known his parents since he was a child, yet they knew where he was setting up temporary residence? Once he had gotten over this, he opened the package to reveal something stranger still, a Katana. They not only had known where he lived, but had known he had been practicing, off and on, different sword skills. Mostly due to the fact that they interested him, and he couldn't understand how they had known. He still kept the weapon, and he started to train more with it, eventually finding somebody of teach him in a more official manner. At this point, he has some skill with the weapon, but he is far from professional.

Around twenty three, he started to realize he had magic, he just had never noticed it. He discovered this when practicing with the gift sword, and he had accidentally burnt the blade on a hot day, leaving char on it. Despite how often he tries to clean it, the blade never seems to not have that char from his first real use of magic, and ever since he's been practicing to the best of his ability. He does it best through his weapon, but he can do it when not wielding his weapon.

Personality: Loner, vocal in his opinions, and stubborn.
Team Members: None
Three Strengths:
1. Good Cook, Mayt, having lived on his own for a long time, has learned how to cook pretty well, without any reliance on magic or supernatural abilities.
2. Loyal, Mayt's trust isn't the easiest to gain, but it's not difficult either. And when his trust is gained, he is quite the loyal friend, risking bodily harm to protect those close if neccessary.
3. Swordsman, Mayt is somewhat skilled at using his Katana, and he can use his magic through it.
Three Weaknesses:
1. Loner, Mayt prefers to work on his own as he has all his life, which makes it difficult for him to work in a group and follow a plan.
2. Anarchist, Mayt often outright disobeys orders simply because they were given. He doesn't take this to an extreme, but the wrong choice at the wrong time can be devastating.
3. Lost Magic, Mayt's magic is a form of lost magic, meaning it is more powerful than most magics, but also is more dangerous for him to use.
Greatest Love: Doesn't really have one.
Motivation: To find where he belongs.
Appearance: Mayt stands at 5'11" tall, and typically wears simple clothing that's close-fitting but not very restrictive. No real protection. When he's traveling, he carries a large backpack filled with his stuff, and his Katana is kept at his side. He has light skin, and medium-dark brown hair that he keeps trimmed at a little under an inch long. His eyes are green, and he's starting to grow a little bit of a mustache. The scabbard for his sword is simple leather, unadorned, but slightly charred as well.
Additional Details: Mother now lives in Magnolia Town. Maximum potential unknown, and it was recently discovered he has a great deal of knowledge about his magic stored away in his head via archive magic.

[User]
The black cat that was Kali was still carrying on, despite the familiar face. She wriggled, as if testing the boundaries of Sayuri's grip.

Jamie chuckled, "If I told you, I'd be denied the chance of seeing the council suprirsed" He smiled, looking over to Sayuri, "She's an absolute gem. It's all helpful" She said, looking back to Masahiko.

Angelica was not pleased at this turn of events. Losing Kali as her eyes had stopped her seeing when Jamie was approaching. And Masahiko's daughter being with the Master of Phoenix Wing was just another nasty little shock. Kali hissed, growled, and tried to escape Sayuri once more.

"You have no right coming in here unannounced" Angelica started, but Jamie never let her finish.

"What, so you can prepare for me? But I so love seeing you unstable and stumbling to regain your feet whenever I appear. Isn't that right, Jarvis?" Jamie turned aside from Angelica, clearly dismissing her, to Jarvis.

"You do love seeing people surprised" jarvis agreed easily, but his eyes seemed to watch everyone in the room.

Anger crossed Angelica's face, and the room dimmed just slightly. "Yes, well, I'd have to wonder why you come in announced, when it's starting to get dark, with your whole guild around. Why would someone do that, I wonder?" She said, clearly getting her rhythm back. She walked around the room, meeting the eyes of the other council members. "Why would someone do that, if they weren't planning something?"

Jamie snorted, "Not everything revolves around you, princess" She said, smiling easily.

"When it clearly revolves around you" Angelica shot back, but Jamie was enjoying himself now, and doing what he had set out to do, which was undermine everything Angelica did.

"Seriously, Jamie, which are you, male or female? No one knows" Ted said. Jamie knew it was Ted, because Tim slapped his brother and said "Ted! You can't just ask someone if they are girl or boy, what if they're embarrassed about their appearance?"

Carrie giggled, seemingly at ease now. Jamie smiled and said, "Oh, there is one or two people that know. guess you haven't found them yet. Or managed to get them away from me" And now Jamie looked to Angelica again. "Not that you haven't tried. I protect my people, and Jarvis is just mine through and through"

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Penny held the Sound Ball close to her, listening to the goings on within the council room. It seemed like a lot of messing around, but Master Jamie was skilled at what she did. Penny could tell that he had a way, and was using it, to simply draw the council to what she wanted.

The sound ball seemed to work perfectly, and she poked Phones, to get his attention. "Good job. The ball works perfectly" Show appreciation. Find a way to work with them all.

[Assistant]
On the highest floor of the Magic Council's library, a shrouded young man could see a group of wizards suddenly walk into the library looking as if they were searching for something. While from that distant, he could see one of the amphibian employees of the Council, one that is quite old and with a green color skin, approach a brown hair man with a katana, "Sir, you must be careful with these books that you are feeling. Especially since you are a wizard, who knows how much damage that you might do to these books that date back a hundred years ago. Instead, to help avoid any risks of damage to these books, tell me the book and maybe I can assist with your search. If not, then I will have to call security for your careless act of how you are treating these book."

The shrouded man left out a soft sigh and began to leave the library. *That green frog, however kind he may be, always takes these books too seriously. But I found the book that I needed for the private archives so I'll just let the guy help someone else instead.* he thought to himself while leaving.

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Kapu was close, but a call some how ended up up closer. An amphibian employee ran by and told Grane of some event going on in the Council's Chamber and advised that it would be best to turn the projection lacrima to see what was occurring. *I leave for a few minutes and something has to happen*, Grane thought to himself while the amphibian was quickly informing what was the situation from another amphibian at the Magic Council's building. The lacrima projection came back on in the chamber, but the projection was still showing its previous issue from before but Grane still carried on.

"So you must be Master Jamie of Phoenix Wing. I apologizes for not being there in person to greet you probably, but I tend to be out most of the time. But one does not have to suddenly barge into another person's home without stating their business and intentions here. I'll get to my points. As I am aware, you have multiple members of your guild here today, but I do not understand why you could not simply inform us of your sudden interest before you arrived to Kapu. Sure we might of denied it, but that does not give enough reason to my understanding as to why you would still come without at least putting that effort, unless you were in some hurry. There is also the the job you spoke of, from what I am told, you have yet to mention the specific of this job. Yes, you have mentioned that your members are searching our library, but you have not mention what it is that they seek.

There was a short pause where Grane tried to gather some air to help continue.

"What I am really trying to say right now is stop stalling with your little conversations with my fellow Council members and please state your specific reason as to why you have your guild here without even informing us ahead of time as to why your guild is here? You could have at least shown us some decency by sending us some notification that you and your guild was coming for something that sounded so simple, but apparently you might think we don't have the time. So similar to what I asked earlier, what is so important that you have to show up suddenly without giving us knowledge of it, what are you not telling us?" He finished and waited for the guild master's response.

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_And here_ Jamie thought, _is where I lie utterly and completely._

She smiled, and said, "I know who you are, Grane. Protector in short of the magic council. I respect that. I didn't plan to be here" throw in some truth "I merely thought, after having some troubles on the train with a new member, that having the guild stop for the night would be good, for the generally public, as well as for my members. I did think, briefly of sending communication down that we would be stopping over, but then I had some trouble with said new member" Part truth.

"And I'll be truthful with you" Jamie said with a laugh, "I love to surprise and annoy the council. It's just so much...fun. My members have several jobs going at once. I keep track on them, but tend to let them do the jobs on their own. While we have an extensive library in my guild, there are things we don't have there. And a couple of my S class mages are helping me out with a research project as well." And here Jamie's expression changed to serious. "A little while ago, one of our members disappeared. We don't know where, or how, but it happened during a training exercise. So I'm exploring all avenues, and since we stopped the night here, wished to take advantage of the library the council has."

He sighed, and said "So I guess a combination of things lead us here. And no disrespect to the council, but if I sent communication a head of time, it would have given them time to prepare, and I like it when they aren't prepared, at least when talking with them"

None of the other council members seemed to speak, for which Jamie was grateful.

[Assistant] Mayt sighed when the _thing_, whatever it was, approached him and asked him not to touch the books. "Alright, if you're willing to help, I'm looking for a book by a member of Fairy Tale, written somewhere around a hundred years ago." He crossed his arms, looking up and down the aisle quickly. "And I believe it has a pink guild mark on the cover, so if you can help me find that, I'd be in your debt. If not, well, I'm just going to go back to feeling books for magical energy." He made sure to speak clearly for who he assumed was the librarian, or one of them.


[System]
Talent: improvisational engineer. Can make anything out of everything

Gender: Female

Age: 19

Appearance:

Eyes: Blue
Hair: Silver/ White
Skin: Slightly pale
Posture: Not thin but also not fat you could say that she has a rather normal body for girls her age
Height: 1m68
Weight: 56 kg

Some facts about her
(you may find some faults in my English and I'm sorry about that. Just let me know!)

-She loves to read books. Most of the time she reads books about how things are built in this world and about science. Besides those kinds of books, she reads the genres: Romance, mystery, fantasy and adventure books.

-She listens to classical music most off all piano and violin.

-Sometimes you could find her at night, outside. Just admiring the night sky and the moon. You could say she is a night owl

-You can mostly find her in places with a nice view.

-When she gets embarrassed, she would just play with the ends of her white hair and eventually, she would hide her face behind her hands(side note: she never dyed her hair it's natural). When you would sit next to her, she would just crawl up lightly not too much and then hide her face XD

-She loves sweets. Her favorite dishes are Curry rice, Shabu Shabu, Yakitori, Hayashi Raisu… You could say she loves meat and the Japanese kitchen!

Personality:

Because of her back story, she is rather shy and won't talk to you unless you talk to her first. Gets embarrassed fast when you compliment her. Once you get to know her she is a really sweet girl, she would try to make you happy and protect you but in her own way that is. Once you become her friend, she will make sure that you would stay by her side because she would fear that she will be all alone once again. But she won't do it in a forcible or bad way just with words.

Backstory:

When she was at the age of 6, starting in a new school for the first time. Not happy, not sad nor excited she went to her first day at school. Once all the kids were in class they introduced each other, Yukimori was shy and when it was her turn, she was rather quiet. And there it all started after a few months going to school Yukimori created this lifestyle of sitting alone and doing her own thing. Her classmates didn't hate her or disliked her, they didn't pay much attention to her because of how quiet she was, most of the time they forget her. Not with bad intentions, she didn't jump out enough to get noticed. Her parents were too busy with work and most of the time she was home alone. When her parents were at home, she got either ignored or they asked her to do things in the house, most likely the same as in school. One year passed, and she went to a higher class she noticed things she normally didn't. One day she sat in class and played with some pens and elastics she had in her pencil case, and without knowing she built a little paper plane that could fly for a long time driven with a small but simple motor she made of a pencil and elastic. And so she built more at home, read books about how things worked. Once she went to high school, she studied science. One day a big industry noticed her and asked her if she wanted to create a small door unlocker and an alarm disabler for police uses. After a week she created a machine build of old scrap and an old computer, they were surprised what this girl could do at the age of 15. When she was at the end of high school, she got a letter with a big logo on it that she saw somewhere before….Hope's peak Academy noticed her….

[User]
Monokuma stretched his arms out and leaned forward, barking "How rude! First you all accuse me of murder, and now I'm being interrogated!" at Aurel. The robotic counselor's face was red with fury, his fangs bearing for all to see.

"I want to know too." Ayu muttered. "Monokuma... would you please answer?"

The bear sighed and slumped his shoulders. He looked dejected. "Oh well... I suppose I have no choice if I want to keep this a fair trial. Listen up real good, I'm only saying it once!" their counselor shouted, bringing both hands to the front of his mouth. He explained that "The body discovery announcement will only play once three people have seen the body." To add to that, Monokuma also said "I don't care if the last person to see it was a day late, or if they stumble on it by accident! Only once three of you campers have seen it, and not a second sooner, I'll play the announcement."

Chikako, who'd been silent up to now, piped up to enter her own opinion. "Wait, but what about the killer? Don't they see the body first?" she asked, slamming her hands down on the stand in front of her like she was saying 'Gotcha!' to Monokuma. The bear snickered in response.

"Puhuhu... of course that doesn't count. Buuuut... if the killer were to lead two people to the corpse with them, I'll be nice and play it anyway. I wouldn't want to make it too obvious who the murderer is, after all..."

"Great question, Aurel. Now we're exactly 0 steps closer to solving this." Momoe sneered at Aurel.

"Ryuma got there first... if you count Snow, that makes two," Taka interjected, paused for a moment to swallow, then continued: "and I arrived a little later. I heard it play shortly after I saw Naomi, so the bear's not lying." He looked pale as he said it, and his face tensed up. He started to mumble to himself. "S-Shit... what kind of sick freak does that...?!"

"Maybe Taka did it. I mean, look at him! And he wanted to pin it on Snow, too!" Chikako wildly accused. Taka snapped out of his funk.

"H-Hey, piss off! I didn't do it!"

[Assistant]
Hamazura Ginshi[Super Highschool Level Judo Master]

This was surely a tough situation for Genshi Hamazura. Well, that could be said the same for everyone else involved in this cruel master plan. Yet he knew well there was no use in fretting over his misfortune. All he could do as always was follow along the path that had been ingrained in his soul.
"We can't lose control over our minds just yet, friends. If everyone else will be doing what they can to solve this mystery, I will too,"  Genshi stated with vigor in his voice. He wasn't an attorney or detective by any means. In fact, his area of expertise laid in the more physical area. Though perhaps something could be gained from it.
"We just need to shift our perspectives. Like the multiple paths of a river, I'm sure we'll find our destination somewhere. For example, the removal of that lock in the door. I haven't seen it myself, but how exactly did it happen?"

Ginshi shifted his attention over to a certain someone. That someone, being Aurel. A smile spread across the martial artist's face, it wasn't one filled with malice, but rather with it's usual confidence."Aurel, what do you think? I'm sure as The Super Highschool-Level Thief, you'd have a good idea as to how someone could sneak into a room. I'd like to hear your opinion on that."

[User]
Aurel Fuchs // Hisakawa Hiroki

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Location:: Courtroom
Aurels Interactions:: Chikako, Taka (@Ammokkx), Ginshi (@KenjuGuy)
Hisakawas Interactions:: Aurel (@Savo), Ginshi (@KenjuGuy)

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"... no, that isn't it."

Aurel spoke up, barely above a whisper, snapping his fingers before pointing it at Chikako, momentarily before being cut off by Ginshi, causing the thief to retract his arm back instantly, as if he was flinching. He could wait, he suppose, fidgeting around for a moment as he made his own proclamation before turning the spotlight back to the thief.

"Huh?" With a gulp, Aurel held a fist to his mouth and cleared his throat, "Uhm, I mean, I c-can answer that in a sec', but let me finish addressing this whole debacle we have first." With a sigh, he returned his gaze over to Chikako before pointing at her.

"Anyways, it's impossible for Taka to be the killer, same goes for Snow and Ryuma; those statements Monokuma make that abundantly clear" Aurel crossed one arm across his chest while resting his elbow on his hand, pressing his middle and index fingers against the bridge of his nose, humming to himself.

"I mean, I see where you're going with this Aurel. Taka wouldn't count since Monokuma stated that the killer needs to lead two people with them to the corpse; Taka only lead Ryuma."

"Precisely, but it's a lot more than that," he rapped and tapped at the bridge of his nose with both of his fingers for a moment, before extending his arm out, palms open, "I can infer Monokuma just came up with the rule as well. Even if he didn't, no one knew about this rule making it nigh impossible for anyone to take advantage of it."

With a sigh, Aurel looked down at the monitor crossing his arms once more and tapping the side of it, "So yeah. Unless anyone disagrees with this assessment, I believe we are three steps closer to determining who murdered Naomi."

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"Well, you do kind of has a good point," Hisakawa uttered, scratching the back of his neck while pointing at the thief, "but anyways, with that out of the way, at least for now, mind answering Ginshi's question?"

"Uh, sure," Hisakawa watched as the thief bobbed his head up and now, rapping his fingers on the side of the podium as he stared down at the monitors. He could only watch Aurel with a scrutinizing intent, squinting at him as he tapped the bottom of his chin.

"It's just as Yukimori said, it was yanked out, not very cleanly I m-might add. It's less sneaking and more brute forcing the door open. They probably did it using a crowbar or something, but I'm not entirely sure."

And with that, the emotionless thief came to a close, almost looking blankly at all of them. Hisakawa sighed; outside of noticing a bit of nervousness, there was nothing to glean from this, besides whatever he inferred. Shrugging, he ruffled his hair before extending an arm out, "Maybe we should move on from the door for now? As far as we know someone broke in by force, but we aren't completely sure how they might of done it, or how long it might of took."

Suddenly he snapped his fingers before looking around and sheepishly retracting them, "Er, maybe establishing the time she was murdered might give us more ideas about the time-frame it took to break in? I mean, thats been on my mind for a while and I might have an idea of the time, but want to hear your guys opinions first."

[Assistant]
She nodded slightly at Ginshi's statement about the fact that they can't lose control now, this wasn't the time to just randomly accuse people of murdering someone. We have to find the real killer together even if they have to go through the lies, tips, and mistakes of the real killer. It didn't occur to her sooner that Aurel, the ultimate Thief, would know more about this lock or at least give them some kind of detail they would have missed and could be of great help for the investigation.

After the small discussion about the fact if Taka killed Noami or not she cleared her throat a little before speaking up. "If you don't mind me coming in between your conversations." straightening her back and adjusting her skirt a little to calm her nerves for speaking up she continued. "We can already confirm that Snow, Taka nor Ryuma have a possibility of killing Noami if I heard it correctly that is… Only leaving 12 of us that could have killed her."

Her big blue eyes focused on Hisakawa as he talked about the time where the murder could have occurred. "Let's see… I'm sure this happened during the nighttime. Since our Monopad says that the time of death was probably between 10:00 PM and 7:00 AM, the beginning and end of nighttime." She glanced over to Monokuma for confirmation but kept her focus on the investigation when she came up with a small solution to find more information about the time of death.

"I want to propose something to all of you. What if we start by telling each other what we did during that time… This may sound super silly and obvious, you may think, 'Yeah sure Yukimori, but the killer could lie about what they did during that time?'"

She sighed and continued "Yes, I know. I thought about that too, believe me. This is where the handcuffs come in handy… they have partnered us all up with someone right? Leaving us alone with that person for a whole day, besides the 20 minutes you could unlock the handcuffs. That time resets during nighttime… So going over who used their 20 minutes that day won't be useful. But what might be is a small sketch of what you did during nighttime and if you noticed anything weird about your partner or things around you that might help us further with the investigation."

With this, she grabbed her chest lightly, while she breathed out calmly. Hoping that this would be helpful otherwise she just pulled all her courage together to give this speech for what? Nothing... At least she tried, right?


[System]
Erika Anne Dominique

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Birthday
August 26th.

Age
17.

Gender
Female.

Sexuality
Demisexual.

Relationship Status
Single.

Scars, Tattoos, Piercings
Basic piercings on ear lobes. Usually wears a pair of diamond earrings.

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Likes & Dislikes
Likes

•Fiction books
•Cats
•Her laptop (and the internet)
•Her friends

Dislikes

•Dirt/Anything dirty
•Insects
•Being alone/left out
•Loud people

Hobbies
•Reading books
•Writing poems
•Taking pictures
•Painting
•taking daily strolls

Habits
•Cleaning
•Reading until falling asleep
•Combing her hair from time to time

Fears
•Being alone
•Insects and other creepy crawlies
•Doing anything in public

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Personality
• Approachable • Tends to overthink • Clean • Crybaby •

Biography
Erika is a normal human. She likes doing arts and enjoys literature. She's been raised by her aunt and uncle her whole life and was treated as an only child. Erika is a straight A student in her school and surrounds herself with people who were like her; people who enjoyed taking pictures and reading books. She also spends most of her nights on tumblr.

Erika grew up with Obsessive Compulsive Disorder (OCD). She wants everything neat and organized. One thing that's out of place will make her frustrated. Because of her OCD, she is described to be a perfectionist, which is slightly true, though she only wants everything neat and arranged. Whenever she can't do anything about something she wants to fix, she becomes frustrated and lets loose by crying.

Erika was an unwanted baby. Her mother never wanted to have a child but had one by accident. Because of this, her mother sent her to her Aunt Mary and Uncle Stew. She treated them as her parents and they treated her like their daughter. Erika never found out who her father was and she barely remembers her mother. Her aunt does not talk about her mom either and says it's for her sake.

Famile Members
Aunt: Mary Dominique Oak
Uncle: Stew Lowell Oak

Your Mahlimae
Three

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Relationships between Friends
• Georgina Anne Berglund
• "Opposites do attract. We're a living proof."
• North pole and south pole in human form. They're close with each other but they sometimes get irritated with each other as well due to them being almost polar opposites. Though Erika isn't the most showy person when showing affection, it is very evident that she cares about Georgina, even if she doesn't arrange her school works alphabetically.

• Yuki Fuyuko
• "Probably the only person I can be with twenty four-seven."
• Erika treats Yuki like the sister she never had. She shares a lot of hobbies with Yuki and they bond mostly around books. Out of the group, Erika is the closest with Yuki as they seem to understand each other more than anyone else.

• Titus Omar Calloway
• "I don't hate him... I just don't like some things about him. Okay, I hate his tattoos."
• Erika isn't the biggest Toc fan. She doesn't like how he smokes weed and how he wishes to leave the town she grew up in. Toc's physical appearance isn't Erika's favorite part about him either. She believes that tattoos are permanent litters on one's skin. Anyone who has tattoos, she has bad impressions of. In the group, the two have the least interaction. Despite that, Erika and Toc can be labeled as friends.

• Vivian Anastasia Locke
• "I'm glad she's part of the group. Like really glad."
• Vivian and Erika were friends since middle school. They were never each other's best friend but continued to be friends until they were in high school. Erika was a bit weirded out when she found out Viv was bi but got used to it cause they were in the same squad after all.

•  Kenneth Edward Vartilli
• "Kenneth's fine... it's just a bit awkward between us. He's a good guy though."
• Erika and Kenneth were a thing for a short while. It didn't quite work out for them because Eri wasn't ready and Kenneth rushed into things. Eri never talked to Kenneth about why they broke up. They remain friends, though there's a little bit of awkwardness still.

[User]
"Gina watch out, I'll kick the door in."

Georgina moved out of the way and down the steps hurriedly, placing herself back in the group as Titus moved into position. As everyone voiced their opinion on what to do, Georgina couldn't help put let out a few laughs. "Viv's right, she's more capable of knocking the door down than you!" she added to the teasing, sticking her tongue out playfully. Around them the wind picked up gently, sending a chill through the area at high speeds.

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Within the house six small creatures no smaller than a typical mouse spoke quietly to one another, to the outside ear it just sounded like a small squeak repeating the same sound: "mahlimae, mahlimae, mahlimae." but in their own language they had conversations. "There are people coming. Young people. New people. People coming." they whispered between themselves as they scurried across the dust covered floor, some unwrapping themselves from the layer of mold they were resting in. They climbed under the stairs, peeking through an open slit of broken wood so they could have their piercing eyes watching the front door.

[Assistant]
@MissCapnCrunch

Right when he was about to kick the door in when Gina moved, he halted himself and turned to face Viv when she challenged his claim and to make it worse, Gina joined her to tease him. As arrogant as Titus was, he was going to prove he could kick the door in to shut both of these girls up. He spoke up I bet I can prove your ass wrong Viv...and Gina don't you start either because I'll kick this shit down. I know I can knock it down and to prove it, in fact, when I kick this door down....both of you chicks will be kissing me. That's the bet!

Titus turned towards the door to give it two frontal kicks that caused a little cracking but was still closed. Titus was attempting a third kick, hitting it again but this time with more force.

[User]
Vivian Anastasia Locke

Vivian couldn't help but laugh as her friend joined in teasing the boy. "There is no way in hell I am kissing you, she said. Watching as Toc began to kick the door, Viv could swear that she hear small voices. "Did anyone else hear that?" After 2-3 times of his attempts, the girl would roll her eyes. "You know there is such thing as a bobby-pin."

[Assistant]
@MissCapnCrunch

Hearing her still not believing he can do it, Toc looked over Hey...that was the bet...I kick the door down...you two kiss me....and....that's going to happen now...I don't need assistance. as he gave two more kicks finally breaking the door open and turned to the girls I don't hear anything and uh....pucker up... He stared back, then turned his head to take a look at the inside which looked a little creepy.

[User]
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Earlier that day | 6:30
Thick lashes fluttered open, revealing chocolate brown eyes. Yuki laid there for a moment, enjoying the warmth her bed provided. One slender hand reached out and turned off the alarm that had woken her up so early. She sighed before she pushed back the blankets, taking away her warmth and extinguishing the tempting desire to roll over and go back to the sleep. But today was a big day and she had to get up! The girl swung her legs over the side of the bed and stood, rubbing her eyes. She padded towards the bathroom and flipped on the light, blinking owlishly as her eyes adjusted. She made her way to the shower and turned on the water, slipping out of her clothes while she waited for it to heat up. She took a quick shower before she blow-dried her hair and made her way back to her room. The smell of coffee drifted down the hall, signalling that her parents had gotten up.

Yuki got dressed and slipped on her shoes. She tucked her phone into her skirt pocket and made her way down the stairs. The kitchen was empty though the coffee pot rumbled as it made the life blood that allowed her father to not be a grump first thing in the morning. The residents of the Fuyuko household knew to leave Satoshi alone until he has had at least one cup of coffee. Yuki hummed softly to herself as she poured herself a glass of milk and stood by the kitchen window to watch as the sun peeked up from the horizon. As Yuki stood there, an elderly woman slipped into the kitchen and smiled to see her daughter standing there. Kana told her daughter good morning but frowned lightly when the girl didn't move or respond in kind.

The woman approached the girl and leaned over to peer at her daughters face. To others that didn't know Yuki, they would think the girl was simply lost in thought but to the people that did know her, they would recognize the vacant and dim look in her eyes as she stared off into the distance. Kana simply smiled and gently ran a hand through her daughters as she waited for Yuki to come out of her seizure. When the girl did a few moment later, Yuki jumped in surprise at her mother standing there. The girl gave the woman a smile as she set her cup down and gave her mother a hug. "Okaasan! I didn't notice that you had come in." "Happy 16th Birthday Yuki." Kana hugged the girl back before stepping over to the coffee pot and pouring herself and her husband a cup of coffee.

As she stirred in sugar and cream, Kana asked Yuki what her plans were for the day. "Spending the day with the group. But I'll be home in time for dinner." Yuki said in a cheerful voice as she finished her milk and washed the cup before placing it in the dish washer. At she was talking, her father came shuffling into the kitchen and accepted the cup of coffee her mother held out to him. He sat at the table and sipped his coffee in silence for a few minutes before he spoke. "Are those boys going to be there?" Yuki sighed while her mother tsked at Satoshi. "Yes, Otousan. Both Toc and Kenny are going to be there. Anyway, I better get going!" She kissed her parents on their cheek and exited the kitchen, her father grumbling to himself in Japanese.

She slipped her coat on and headed out into the rain. It was a short walk to the diner where they had all agreed to meet up and so Yuki thankfully wasn't that wet when she finally entered the warm building. She enjoyed breakfast with her friends and was glad when the rain let up while they ate. As they walked through the woods, Yuki admired the nature around her and tried to watch where she was walking so she didn't trip.

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Present Time
As she stared at the broken down house, Yuki felt surprise and unease skitter through her. She was sure her and the others had combed through the town twice-over and never came across this house before so where did it come from? As Gina questioned if they should check it out, Yuki bit her lip nervously. She wasn't so sure about this. Plus, the house looked like a breeze would blow it over. Should they really be going inside? Then Toc proclaimed he was going to kick the door in and Yuki's worry doubled. That didn't seem like a good idea!

Yuki hesitantly made her way up the creaky steps that looked like that were going to collapse at any moment and peeked into a broken window. The inside of the house was dim with dust covering every surface. Her nose wrinkled. That look like an allergy attack just waiting to happen. Out of the corner of her eye she swore she saw something scurrying through the dust and grim covered floor and rats popped into her head. Shuddering, she took a few steps back and squeaked when she almost went tumbling down the steps. She managed to save herself by latching onto the stair railing and slowly regaining her balance. "Guys? I'm with Kenny and Erika. I-I don't think this is a good idea. I mean, who knows what's in there and besides, we could get in trouble..." Her voice grew quieter and quieter until it eventually trailed off as Toc climbed the steps and proceeded to try and kick the door open.

Yuki retreated down the steps and stood by Kenny, worrying her lip between her teeth as she unconsciously leaned into the boy as she stared at the house with anxious eyes.

[Assistant]
"I definitely heard something. And that's one more reason why I'm going to stay here, Viv."

Erika was a bit relieved to know that Kenneth and Yuki also want to stay outside. The temperature slowly continued to drop while the atmosphere seemingly changed around the house. It was weird, the aura that was surrounding the house. Erika was more than sure that it wasn't only her that felt it. Alongside the fact that there were weird noises that were coming from inside the house, she's come to a conclusion that going to that house was a bad move.

The door was open, waiting for the six to come in. Eri suddenly realized that they'll be split into two groups, one group outside and one in. She didn't want to be left outside and freeze to death.

"Okay, okay. If Gina's coming, then I'm coming. Yuki, you should also come with me. Same goes to you Kenny."