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AKA: Doctor Chima, Achi

Age: 28

Race: Watamaji

Appearance: Achi is heavily curved, with dark brown skin, topaz eyes, and short white hair. Her skin is extremely smooth, cool to the touch and slightly wet at all times. She has fingers that are half webbed. Instead of legs, she has a long tailfin. It starts the shade of her skin, but shifts to a brilliant orange-gold. Like most of her race who traverse the galaxy, she wears a sheer bodysuit that covers her from the waist up to the neck and arms. It is made of a material designed to draw moisture from the environment and stay damp to protect the Watumaji's skin. Over that, Achi usually chooses to wear a tunic from her home planet, one that is brightly colored and patterned, as well as jewelry that seems to be made of coral and bone.

From the waist down, she is settled in a water tank that is about the size of a personal scooter. The tank rolls smoothly on two treads, and Achi maneuvers it with a small control panel.

Faction: Council?

Bio: Bio: Achieng traveled with her parents around the planet, her mother being a singer that would visit great cities and small towns alike. Her mother's voice was said to be heard even by those whose souls had joined the Sea, and so she was requested at many dignitaries funerals. Unfortunately, Achi's mother became ill and never recovered. She died when Achi was still a child. Her distraught father took her to the home of her aunt, promising to return for her soon. He never did.

Young Achi grew up isolated. She was shunned by the townspeople, and shamed by her aunt. Her aunt considered her a freeloader, and her own past jealousy of Achi's successful and well-loved mother came out on Achi herself. Her uncle did nothing to stop his wife's poor treatment of their niece. Achi's only solace was in her cousin, who ignored his mother's opinions and treated her as a sister. The two grew up close, and he was Achi's savior.

Unfortunately, her aunt was not much kinder to her own son, and as soon as her cousin became of age, he pledged (married) to someone and moved far away from home. While he did offer to take Achi with him, she declined. Left on her own, Achi honed her singing in secret, growing more controlled and powerful by the turn of each tide. She also did everything she could to earn money, trading, bartering, and singing for pay.

The day came when she too, became of age, and she wasted no time in gathering her meager possessions and leaving. After bartering for passage on an off-planet ship, she made her way through schooling, excelling with honors. While she easily could have found work anywhere, she all but begged to be assigned with the Mauraders, wanting to figure out how they continued to succeed where so many others failed.
Personality: Achieng is gentle-hearted and caring, and at first glance would seem an odd choice for the military. However, she has an acceptance of all sorts of beings, and her position as a soldier's counselor makes sense to those who go to see her. She can hear terrible things, stories of war and blood, pain and grief, and take them in without judgement or reproach. She listens, and she comforts, and only offers advice when it is asked of her; sometimes people simply want to be heard, not corrected.

Outside of her role on the ship, she is friendly to others and usually quiet. The only time she would show any fierceness is if she was in personal danger, or someone was harming another person in front of her.

Weapon(s) : Could probably talk her way out of trouble if need be? Also carries a "fishing knife" that looks like a sword to most. Her planet has very, very big fish.

Star-fighter?: None

Family/Relationship?: Has her cousin back home who she communicates with every few months.

Other: Achieng won't let anyone know she can sing, as she considers the attention too much; however she might be caught humming if left alone.

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Achieng let out a mild sigh, wishing she'd spoken up sooner. She'd been so puzzled by the 'doctor' and his overeager display that she could not find the words to interrupt. That poor boy must be mortified. Anyone would, with that kind of strange treatment. She would have to find him later and apologize. With the child run off and the doctor left alone, Achi politely maneuvered her tank around the crowd. "Pardon me, I have to get inside before I start drying out in this air."

When she passed the strange doctor, she muttered to him in a low voice. "That was very rude, you know." Not the best, but it would do. Once she was on the ship properly, she held back her urge to explore it, and went right to her own designated room. There was a large tank already full with water, and she checked the acidity and temperature balance before lining her tank up with the entrance. Once she was in position, a valve opened and pulled her through into the blissfully cool water. "Ahhhh, finally." She swam around her new room, checking every corner of the large tank. Someone on the council had a passing familiarity with her species, it seemed; she'd been left a few decorations, small statues and cloths that made her feel rather homey. "Very nice."

Once she was done settling in, she decided to test the communications system. The Captain would be the first call. "Hello Captain Raymond. Whenever we are fully aloft and traveling, I would like to schedule primary visits for each of the crewmembers. You're included. I'm sure they will be reluctant, so I would hope that perhaps you would like to go first? Show the crew I'm no one to fear, hm?" She'd had poor reactions to her sessions before. People with weapons and power were never truly used to having to speak for what they had done.

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"Fools..."

Kellian walked ahead of Raymond, taking time to look around the ship and coo at some of the things he saw. Not to say he wasn't actually impressed. Dyanel ships were almost always cannibalized from other race's fleets, mostly the stuff that was lured into the system and destroyed. Still, it wasn't the most efficient way of doing things, especially since recently, just about any captain with half a ounce of sense avoided the home system like the plague. He had never been on something this advanced before, and was almost beginning to enjoy it. This was far more advanced than the outdated crap back on the homeworld.

He didnt take any notice when introduced to the other crew members, preferring to take a look around to see if there was anything to drink. Kellian did smile upon noticing...something hold the mouth of someone else open, commenting on the face and accent of the person they had a hold of, much to the obvious discomfort of the victim. Maybe this was going to be fun after all.

"What an amusing band of strange creatures. Im certainly going to enjoy it here." he exclaimed out loud, continuing his way around.

He couldn't help smiling again, the gleam in his eyes only just visible for a split second.
They were still idiots. Putting all these criminals on the ship. Putting trust in them? How was that going to work? They were criminals for a reason. Tricking that captain to let him on board had been a masterstroke, but he was still a little unsure what to do. Did he want to stick along and fight? Try and use this chance to further his own goals? Hell, just try and make money here?

He would decide what he wanted later.

Maybe he wouldn't even have to kill any of them.

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Raymond made it to his quarters and finally got to look at himself in the mirror. He looked like shit. His eye was swollen, his lip cut, bruises and cuts and dried blood covered his body and face. A dark red ring circled his neck. To be honest he was a bit embarrassed at the sight. No wonder Rae wanted to get him examined. He did his best to freshen up, he took a cold shower, slowly tending to the bruises as he scrubbed around them. Moments later and he entered his main quarters.

The Captain's Quarters of the Monroe was a little bit larger than most quarters on the ship. Raymond's large desk was in the center of the room, with all sorts of papers and maps and files all over the tabletop. A bookshelf lined with trophies from planets, awards from the Committee, and a collection of human artifacts from his planet were on almost every part of the walls. A baseball cap, pictures, antiques from the old age. Maps, and posters, and notes were lined around the wall as well. A large globe of Terra was in the corner, and in the opposite one was a very old antique jukebox. One door led to the bathroom, while another led to the bedroom.

He wore a standard issue, dark blue slim and fit shirt, with black cargo pants and boots. His hair was still a bit wet, but it looked messily perfect as usual. His wounds stopped bleeding and he did his best to try and ice and tend the bruises, but he still looked bad. He was lost in thought when his communicator went off. Doctor Achieng. He knew why a psychologist would want to board the Monroe. A bunch of crazy, homicidal maniacs somehow working together to become famous within the galaxy... It was bound to turn some heads. He listened to the doctor's words, and hesitated to answer.

The last time he was interviewed was in a prison cell right before he got the offer to join the Expedition Force. "Already eager to start? I...Uh. Sure, Doctor. I'll let you introduce yourself to the crew after our meeting." He wasn't going to say no to the interview, but his voice clearly wasn't certain.

Raymond gave a sigh, and went over to his holographic terminal on his desk. He opened up the files of their newest mission. An S.O.S. retrieval call. On the outer rim of the galaxy, and the Committee has no idea who or what it is. He listened to the audio again, and chills went down his spine. The Captain uploaded a file to Tango, and one to Doctor Driani. As a Committee Officer she was to get all intel first.

With the push of the button, he stood up, and walked out of the quarters, and to the meeting room. This was going to be one hell of a starter mission.

[Assistant]
Just outside of the busy throng still gathered outside the Monroe, a Committee grunt walked up, his hand firmly grasping the arm of a handcuffed and scowling teenager. There was no Captain Raymond to be found, so he tapped into the ship's communications.

"Captain? We've got a last-minute addition to your... crew." He let the teenager go with a rough little shove and a glare. "Come and accept her and her remote, please? Or send someone?"

The teenager craned her head up, looking at the ship that was going to be her home for the next several years. "...3rd-Gen Assault class? Shit, this may be better than I thought." Her comment to herself was punctuated by her blowing and popping a bright green bubble of chewing gum. Jinayah wasn't exactly convinced about this entire endeavor, but seeing the stars and setting foot on new planets that no one else had touched sounded a lot better than prison. Busting out of lockup was getting old.

"Hey, Charlie! What if I do somethin' heroic or rescue somebody? Does that shorten my sentence?" Jin spoke to the Committee member with an easy tone.

The man whirled, barely restrained anger in his eyes. "It's Lt. Perrault to you, brat. Not Charlie, not even Charles."

"Okay, sure thing, Perry." Jin grinned wide, flashing her teeth at him and watching him snort in annoyance. It was too easy to get on this man's nerves, and his red face gave her no end of glee. She really hoped this Captain Raymond was less prone to getting bothered, otherwise this trip would be boring. "So let's get this disaster in the air, I want a workbench, come on! OW!" Her joy was cut short as the Lt. cuffed her upside the head with little delicateness.

"Shut up, brat, and wait until you're collected."

"Collected? Tch, what am I, an old wrench?"

"Shut it!" He smacked her once more, and stared at the other assembled criminals as if daring one of them to speak up.

Jin finally quieted, glaring daggers at the man before popping her gum several times, aggressively. "You think you're real strong, don't you Charlie? I bet you wouldn't be so touchy if I could get these cuffs and that stupid fuckin' anklet off... I've killed people bigger and smarter than you before. You'd better watch it. I still have friends outside that could catch you in a... quiet spot, you know?" She stared him dead in the face, her dark eyes wide and a rictus grin on her face. "I'd loooove to really see you without that precious Committee to back you. Just you and me and whoever stops breathin' first loses. Sounds fun, right Charlie?"

The lieutenant looked at the girl, and took a careful, measured step back. This half-starved brat had broken out of more jails than he had promotions, and he was pretty sure she was a murderer like the rest of the Monroe's crew, from the Captain down to that weird rabbit mascot.

"Any day now, while I'm still young, Captain?"


[System]
Student CS:
Age: 18
Element: Water
Appearance: For someone who is supposedly 18, Rinna is tiny. Barely reaching five feet tall, it is only her other features confirm that she is not secretly a middle schooler. A curvy girl, with black hair long enough to reach her waistline, she also boasts lightly tanned olive skin. Her eyes are a vibrant shade of green, so bright that people have checked to see if she wears colored contacts on multiple occasions. A button shaped nose and square jawline makes her eyes the most striking feature of an otherwise average girl. She prefers to wear tank tops, cargo pants and sneakers, usually in dark colors. She has been known to dress to the nines for special occasions though. And those who look closely can see the beginning of a large scar peeking out from the straps of her tanktop, right next to the left side of her spine.
Personality: Rinna is a very independent, headstrong girl. She hates having to rely on others for anything. She's not overly chatty, but neither is she a brick wall when it comes to conversation. She does consider her words before she speaks them, but some serious snark can slip out of her unbidden on occasion. Being an only child, she is quite comfortable with being on her own, but has no problem being in the thick of the group either. Like most of the Kasai family, she has a magnetic sort of charm to her, that lends itself well to leadership. She also shows a familiar streak of mischief as well.
That's not to say she doesn't have her flaws. Rinna has a knack for getting herself into trouble, specifically of the "I told you not to do that" variety. She's also reckless, trying things that others would describe as dangerous without so much as a second thought. Most of this behavior though, stems from the fear that she will not live up to her family name, that holds so much history in this valley.
History: Long ago, the Kasai family was very prolific inside the valley, but over time, their power died out, and every living member of the clan moved away, wishing to give their space to those who would actually need it. Rinna is the first Kasai to set foot on these grounds in generations, and it as if every inch of the valley calls out to her.
She is also the last of her line. A year ago, Rinna was in a car accident that killed both of her parents, and left her with a very large scar running down her back, along the entire length of her spine. Modern doctors are still baffled on how she managed to survive, and the police report of the incident mentions briefly that the entire back of the car was soaking wet, though only a single empty water bottle was found in the vehicle. She spent the remainder of the year in rehab, to ensure that an injury so close to her spine had not impaired her motor skills in any way.
On her last day in rehab, a letter appeared for her at the front desk, a message claiming to be penned by an old family friend. It claimed her survival was no accident, or miracle, but a resurgence of the latent power of her family. He also mentioned a school where she could learn to control that power, just as her ancestors had. Before then, she had considered the stories of her ancestors to be nothing more than fairy tales, but it was clear that something outside of her normal experience had saved her. So she headed home, packed up her backpack, gave the keys of her home to her neighbor, (asking nicely if they would water the plants for her) and took off on her motorcycle.
Equipment: Rinna doesn't keep much on her person aside from her wallet, motorcycle keys and a tube of dark red lipstick. But one very important item has been added to her person just recently. A very old, well cared for leather belt harness and dual sheaths for two equally old blade tonfa, that will no doubt be familiar to some members of the staff. There is a third sheath along the back, that remains empty, the blade that once belonged there lost to her family in ages past.

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"Oh.... umm actually I don't control Ice" Eria said and collected the ice shards which immedietly broke back down into the Aetheric particles which she kept a tight hold on this time. "...It's Aether actually" She said but didn't go any deeper than that but did give another quick "sorry" for what had happened.

 "Anyways, That sounds like he was more of a teacher when he was raising you" she said as she caused the cloud of Aether particles dissipate from her hand, slightly surprised that it was so easy to do that now. When she heard the bell ring and saw a lot of the students getting up and milling about, "Well... it was nice meeting you Chen, maybe we can work together to make this year much better for the two of us, yes?" she asked before collecting her stuff but stopped wondering where to go "Umm by the way, do you know where to go right now?"

[Assistant]
Room 105

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Kain appeared to have been the first to arrive at his shared dorm, his roommate no where in site. While it did mean the anxiety remained for a little longer it did allow him to choose his own bed! Kain thoroughly explored and compared both rooms while pondering and fantasising about who he would be sharing living space with for the next year.
It was both nerve wracking and exciting.

'Perhaps a voluptuous young woman with many pretty friends, a lightning user like himself or maybe an exotic mystical ether user.'

 Kain wondered around curiously inspecting the luscious apartment with a wide grin as he imagined the girly slumber parties and pillow fights.
He was pleasantly surprised by the quality and standard of the rooms. It was far fancier than what he had expected despite all the tales. Although being on the small side, the space was expertly used.

After testing both beds, Kain decided to take the room on the left, he threw down his few belongings, flicked on the TV and went straight for the shower.
The high pressure warm water was heavenly against his tired skin and aching muscles. It stung slightly as it run down into his small cuts and scratches from when he fell over, but that soon passed as it cleansed and soothed.
Kain lost himself in that shower and all track of time...

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"Yosh, time for a nap!"

Vlad was proud of his power, it was destructive and powerful. If he was able to smash boulders with his fists, he could kill anyone with them. He put his hand on his chin, slowly caressing it. "Hmmm but the problem is my speed, I'm way too slow..." and he was right with that thought since it took him too much time to focus so much power into his fist. He needed some way to pin down his target before smashing them for a certain victory...

Before he could turn, he froze in motion. A immensely powerful presence suddenly appeared, giving off an incredibly powerful pressure. Vlad's arms were shaking, but it wasn't fear alone. It was also excitement, as he always had with vastly powerful opponents. But before he could do anything, he heard a voice, a deep serene voice echoing through his mind.

"So senseless"

Vlad quickly turned to where the voice possibly could come from but nothing was there, and before he could do anything else, something made him lose balance and start spinning, he saw two eyes, nothing else, drilled deep into his mind and a certain sentence kept being repeated over and over through his head.

"Strength comes from a challenge" "Strength comes from a challenge" "Strength comes from a challenge" "Strength comes from a challenge" "Strength comes from a challenge" "Strength comes from a challenge" "Strength comes from a challenge" "Strength comes from a challenge" "Strength comes from a challenge" "Strength comes from a challenge" "Strength comes from a challenge"

It felt as it took an eternity, Vlad's mind was spinning, lost into a vast vortex with the glaring eyes high up the sky. But it all actually happened in a blink of an eye and everything was gone. Vlad stared blankly into the depth of the trees, still lost deeply in thoughts and could hear feint steps from somewhere, but the sounds didn't reach him.

[Assistant]
Brunhilde

Brunhilde was, at the time, too caught up in her annoyance to really pay attention to how she said what she said. It obviously didn't go over as well as it could have, what with the indignant mini-rant and all. Emi seemed a little bit upset at what she had to say, and immediately, guilt hammered her hard. Could've been worse, though. She didn't know exactly how she would've handled it if she'd managed to make Emi cry or something - that'd be really awful.

A sudden hug parked Brunhilde's train of thought right there. Shit. This was almost worse than just upsetting Emi, because now she was off-guard, no longer fired up, and beginning to feel bad about having all but shouted at the girl. She hugged Emi as tightly as she could (which, admittedly, wasn't much at Brunhilde's size).

"...sorry. I just really, really hate bei--feeling like a cripple."

Brunhilde released Emi from the hug after apologizing and returned to the ground, where she walked alongside Emi towards wherever they were going. Some short time later, the two entered a building rivaling the cafeteria's already impressive stature - except with a wealth of information and study sources rather than food. The sheer volume of info here was staggering, and she felt the immense weight of centuries of knowledge standing upon her. Emi spoke up.

"Why did you want to go into the library out of curiosity?"

Brunhilde couldn't remember, since she wasn't holding onto the journal herself. She quietly spoke to herself as she desperately tried to remember what it was she needed to do there, rather than answering Emi immediately.

"...Library... Right. Libraries have... Information? Studying... Study equipment... Books... books? Books. Oh. Right."

Why hadn't she checked the diary right off the bat? She took the book from Emi and flipped through the most recent pages, where the changelog written in shorthand on the left hand margin indicated that she had added a few things recently to the dossier pages. More page flipping, and the color yellow stood out amongst the white and black on the most recent entry to the diary's growing list of people. Emi's page was labeled 'Vitally Important - Do Not Misplace'. A reminder to prevent losing important information.

"...How to not misplace information..."

The gears turned over one by one. Clicking, sliding, grinding - and a little bit of smoking - as Brunhilde tried to dig for what had been lost. She didn't remember what she had gone there for in the first place, so she came up with a solution that seemed like something she would have wanted to do, and quickly wrote a reminder to write her damned task list down in great detail rather than leaving herself extremely poor quality hints. She spoke a little bit more audibly when she was convinced that she had figured it out.

"Backups. Right. It had to be for backing stuff up. I must've wanted to come here to back this stuff up. Now, which way is the media center..."

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ghost in black

"Oh. My mistake." Chen blinked as he tried to recall what Aether was. He would probably get taught that later, now it wa time to get his room. Eria asked where they were going and Chen looked over at her with a smile. "Lobby of Dormitory 1. Mr. Hargor told me that over and over because he knew I would forget and wander around aimlessly forever if he didn't. Just follow me if you don't know the way." With that Chen got up and headed over to Dormitory 1 to grab his key.

[Assistant] "Lead the way Chen" Eria said with a smile as she followed behind him with her stuff in tow. Suddenly a thought popped into Eria's head, "Who am I going to be roomed with?" that thought set her mind racing with all the possibilities of her roommate "What if their a psycopath? or worst a neat-freak" she thought as they moved towards Dorm Building 1. As she navigated between other students she had to actually take a wider birth around some than others thanks to their larger masses of particles surrounding them because it actually distorted the air a lot for her when there was a large enough concentration, Especially if they were showing off.

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Augustus Colonel

Gus took a step closer and arched his eyebrow, staring at Vlad who was likewise just staring into the distance like a zombie. Poor guy must have friend his brain good with all the fire he was tossing. Or maybe he'd been hit too hard in the head. The big lad wasn't keen on crossing the small river and getting his shoes wet, a fact that did not slip his attention with Vlad was he was dirty and not wet. Instead of traversing the river and ruining his socks it seemed easier to go to the edge of the steam and pluck out a small smooth stone. The water was warmer than expected, a lot warmer, but ultimately of no importance. With a flick of his wrist the pebble flew straight and true to hit the boy lightly in the thigh, not hard but with enough force to maybe elicit a reaction.

"You feelin' alright man? Knew you needed to blow off some steam but you're challengin' the concept of relax out here.."

[Assistant] Headmaster looked over the tonfa Kano had given him, it very clearly radiating with the essence of it's former master. "Yes, it's definitely no duplicate." He said with certainty. "As for a letter, neither of us sent you a letter. Quite frankly, the both of us were startled that a new Kasai has come to Elemental Academy." He absentmindedly ran a hand over the tome strapped to his belt. "Now, we do have some things to discuss. So you may either come along with me now or later, it's really up to you." He turned started to walk towards his office regardless, he had much paperwork to complete so he didn't have time to wait on an answer and he could do paperwork while talking in his office. Of course, he could use a glass of fine scotch to settle his nerves on having a new Kasai back on the grounds. He was looking forward to seeing how she would turn out under Kano's tutelage.


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Claire

"Call me bird brained again and I'll turn you into a McFlurry!"

Username: Nibnib
Age: 22
Gender: Female
Main: Anivia
Appearance: Claire stands at 5' 4" and possesses a modest physique.

True Appearance: Crystallized ice wings sprout abruptly from her back of which she can use prana to fly for a limited period of time. In her true state, her spells are more destructive and have a larger area of effect. However, she requires more focus to cast these devastating spells.

Powers:

Rebirth (Passive): Upon death, Claire is encased in ice. Prana fills up inside of the small ice fort which repairs any major damage done to her and brings her back into consciousness. Unfortunately, this consumes all remaining prana and therefore renders her unable to cast anymore spells unless she retreats and recharges. Due to the amount of concentration and energy needed to invest in this spell, Claire needs some time to recharge this spell.

Flash Frost: Claire can launch an orb of ice at a location she so chooses. Wherever it detonates, it temporarily encases the location in a coat of ice. If it detonates on a person, then that person is temporarily encased in frost at a certain location of their body, depending on where the spell hits.

Crystallize: A wall of ice sprouts at a location within close proximity to Claire. While in true form, she may cast this spell consecutively in order to hamper enemy movement however, she may only create three at a time.

Chilled Ice: Ice bombards an person, hampering their movement. If the person is affected by frost, then the ice detonates upon impact and smaller shards of ice impale themselves into the frosted area.

Glacial Storm: Claire can create a blizzard at a location. Fierce winds and ice in the air can freeze the area. In true form, the area of effect of this spell is vastly increased. So as long as Claire can focus and has sufficient amounts or prana, she can maintain this spell. If she happens to break focus or run out of prana, then the blizzard dissipates. She can break the spell at any time.

Personality: Although she may look cold and unapproachable, Claire is kind and is great at reading other people. She possesses a imaginative mind that is also curious and is motivated to take on any challenges to come her way. She likes having friends and being around others, however, should she feel threatened or emotionally overwhelmed, she'll withdraw into herself and abruptly cease contact with others for a short period of time.
Her other hobbies include free writing, horoscopes, reading, watching anime, and having deep discussions with others.

Short Biography: Claire currently attends college within the city and also holds a job as a waitress at a local restaurant. She currently retains excellent academic standing within her classes and lives in a small apartment by herself. She's lived in the town for a considerable amount of time while the rest of her family lives in Florida. Her aunt lives in Seattle and is currently the closest relative to her as far as location goes. Claire first got into league when a friend showcased the game to her and instantly fell in love with the mages that inhabited the mid lane. By far, she performs best with Anivia and often finds herself carrying the team in the later phase of the game or dealing catastrophic amounts of damage to the enemy team.

Pain was all she could feel.

Claire was hunched over on her bed, gasping and ready to pass out at the tearing sensation in her back. She panicked as she asked herself what was wrong. She was unable to answer herself but the pain seemed to cease all of a sudden, yet it felt like something was there. Claire felt weak and her head was throbbing, but she got up and stumbled over to the bathroom. Examining herself in the mirror, she realized her favorite onesie was torn apart and was held together by a mere thread. The next thing she noticed were the large blue wings that had blossomed from her back and the bluish frost that covered her arms and hands like long dress gloves.

She looked out into the small apartment which had been turned into her very own winter wonderland. Oddly enough, she didn't feel cold at all but she felt at ease with everything being frozen around her. The next moment, she passed out from exhaustion and awoke the next morning on the cold tiles of the bathroom with her apartment looking as it usually did with no trace of the winter wonderland she had . The only proof of that night's events was her destroyed onesie and the wings that were wrapped around her which already felt as if they had always been there.

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Artemis

Artemis smiled, "You look nice today Samathna, I believe the correct term is 'smoking hot'. As for the upcoming encounter I believe I'm ready as I'll ever be" she said pleasantly. It was true. If Artemis cared for such things she might have felt lesser, Sam's dress and makeup were quite impressive. Then to her surprise someone began talking over an intercom to them, given the state of the building she wouldn't have expected someone to care enough to use it. Upon the door opening automatically Artemis obligingly stepped in. Well the place could've been worse, albeit not by much. "Ah Liam I believe, care to give us a rough overview on what the meeting is about or do we have to wait?" Artemis asked curiously as she entered the elevator. To be honest his lines sounded much like those of a supervillan's henchmen from a very cliche movie.

[Assistant]
Arthur stumbled out of his bedroom half-awake, dressed only in pajama bottoms and pink slippers he had taken from his mother the last time they had stayed over for an extended period of time. They lived on the opposite side of town and were arguably as unmotivated as himself. They were also the first owners of the surplus store Arthur had inherited 3 years ago.
Odds were that both of them were in the store right now, since Arthur rarely bothered to be awake so early. He had sent both of them a text informing him of his absence yesterday and the event at the coffee house. He left out the part about not being able to speak anything but brass horn and left it at that.
Taking a break was the only option at the moment.
Arthur warmed up the kettle as he yawned, the tinkling of chimes escaped him comically but he ignored it. Problems for later. Despite it being nearly 11am, early by his estimation, there were still issues from a month ago on his mind.
The store was doing fine buy his parents wanted to travel, not mind the store, so Arthur needed to hire a new cashier for the AM shift. Maybe tweak the hours so it opened later and closed later.
The next issue was him not having a voice. Cashier would need to know what was going on without being scared or shocked by it.
The next was maybe finding a damn roommate. With the money from the shop he could afford a great many things, but it was the unending quiet of the place that bothered him most. Too long without a friend drove a man mad.
Arthur shrugged and poured himself some tea as he 'walked' back through the apartment to his PC, but stopped as he heard the familiar tapping of his laptop.
Also the lack of footfalls.
He glanced down and swooned he realized his was floating nearly a foot off the ground. Bard in game did the same thing, though nobody knew why or how, so Arthur took a few breathes and focused on putting feet to the floor. A moment later he knocked on the spare room and entered when Alex replied to come in.
Arthur opened his mouth to ask if everything had been comfortable but the same noisy horn noise was once more foiling his attempt at polite communication. As if the poor guy wasn't bad enough at such a thing.
Arthur held up his finger with a look of annoyance and put his cup down, grabbing his cellphone and sitting cross legged in the air, again unaware of how he floated.
The two had exchanged numbers the night before for easier talking. As he looked at Alex inspiration hit.

(message reads; Morning. I'm starving. Care to hit up a diner for brunch, my treat? I can't order alone. I also want to know if you would be willing to consider a small lifestyle change. I need help at my store and you don't seem to care for your current employment. 15/h to help out since I can't speak. Think about it over lunch?)

Arthur picked up his tea and 'walked' back to his room. Dressing up in his usual suit and dress clothes with a dark blue tie.

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Alex

Alex read the message trying to ignore the whole floating thing as best he could. It was kind of weird. Really weird. Back on topic, a job offer sounded great. His job at the cafe was in a perilous position what with the whole murder thing, he didn't like it that much anyway, and the pay wasn't even great. Besides that he felt bad for Arthur. It must suck not being able to talk anymore, especially as a business guy. Alex finished off the game and got his shoes on. Then he walked over to Arthur's room, knocked on the door and said, "Sounds good, I'll be waiting at the door for when you're ready to go, just text me your order and I'll handle it."

[Assistant]
Arthur slipped on his shoes and adjusted his tie, focusing on walking properly on the ground. On a whim he thought of Bard magical horn and watched it materialize in his hand, a similar thought sent it away to nothingness. That was good to know, since bards main damage spell and ultimate utilized the magic horn for their effects. Interesting concept to think on Arthus mused as he stepped out of his room. His phone was out in a flash as he sent another quick text to Alex.

(Message reads: Cool. There's a diner not far from here. We're gonna go together. I also wanna test something.)

Arthurs apartment was on the third floor but lacked an elevator so going up and down was a pain but the idea of earlier, the incident where he had accidentally injured Alex's finger had given him a new idea. The horn materialized in his free hand as Arthur placed his empty cup in the sink. He flashed Alex a thumbs up and blew a single note aimed through the floor as a swirling vortex opened up. With a shrug the horn disappeared along with Arthur as he stepped into the portal and felt himself transported through reality to land feet on the ground outside of his apartment building. Another quick text was rattled off in quick succession as the portal disappeared.

(Message reads: If you're talon, maybe you can do his blink move? Come to the balcony and give it a shot. Doesn't work, spare key is hanging next to the door. I'll wait below.)

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Alex and Arthur left the apartment soon after and followed the main road. As per usual the Darkwell City Diner was relatively busy as they both entered and took a booth seat in the far corner. Normally Arthur was not the kind of man to stare but he was always a little weird here with one of the servers. Usually he could talk to women with ease, rarely shy but not overly charming either, but this one gave him a lump in his throat so big he always feared it would explode into a shower of words that condemned him forever.
His sigh of relief came out like a flat flute note as he realized she likely wasn't in today.
Arthur took out his phone and sent another quick text to Alex.

(Message read: Got a lot to talk about. Powers, friends, family, jobs. For now lets just have a nice meal and relax. Figure all this out later. If you're still ok shadowing me a bit, would you be willing to stop by my store later?)

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"What the…" Clarice said in surprise now that she had changed into her waitress attire. She only now noticed that every now and then that strange golden armor thing would show up for a little while before vanishing again. This was a problem, a big one at that! Forcing all willpower and concentration she can muster in that moment, she tried to make the armor stop appearing as it pleased. Hey at least Garen's armor was way better than Mordekaiser's… or Zyra's… clothing for that matter. A quick image of her running around covered with leaves and petals appeared in her mind.

 Dismissing all irrelevant(if you can really call them that) thoughts from her mind at the moment, she entered the main area of the restaurant. She was smiling as usual and standing taller than most if not all people in here. Still she had long legs and elegant figure so she appeared more like a model than anything else. As she took her small notebook to write down the orders she noticed a pleasant surprise! One of her more amusing customers was present today. The man seemed to lose the ability to talk properly whenever she was around~

 With a smile and an elegant walk, she quickly made her way to his table, taking 2 menus with her." Thank you for visiting the Darkwell City Diner, here are your menus." She said with police voice and a big smile, leaving the menus on the table." I will be the waitress serving your table for today, feel free to call me when you've made your choice." She said with a slight bow before returning back to deliver and take more orders.

[Assistant]
Claire had walked home from the previous day with the meep still in her possesion. She didn't encounter the "Braum" from earlier like she had hoped, but she had a slight suspicion that he'd be present at the gathering later. As Claire got home, she immediately dressed into comfy clothes and booted up her laptop, logging into League and reading into its lore surrounding the champions. She especially studied Anivia's abilities in great detail and read her background, eventually finding herself admiring the splash art for the "Blackfrost Anivia" skin which was her favorite skin to use for her main.

After a while, she started to play matches which carried on well into the night.

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The absent-minded and sleep deprived Claire snapped back into reality as one of her coworkers stormed into the diner late. Well that was a surprise! Clarice was never really the type to be late as far as she knew from a couple of side conversations with her in passing. She was one of the more popular waitresses at the diner too with her fair features and shapely curves, the uniform serving to enhance her elegance.

She blinked. Wasn't she serving someone? Claire looked at the slip of paper in hand, remembering that she was serving coffee to one of the diner's elderly customers. She walked over to the coffee machine and found a freshly brewed pot of coffee, grabbing a cup nearby in order to pour it out for her customer. Claire wondered about the meeting, Artemis and Sam were sure to be there by now...Leo would probably follow suit after that. She also hoped that the "Braum" she saw the other day would be there as well. Unfortunately on her way home on that day, she wasn't able to find the gentleman but if he showed up to the meeting, she could meet him along with everyone else invited.

Then what would happen?

"Here you are sir! And cream and sugar to go along with it as well." Claire served her customer at the counter while she fought the urge to yawn in front of him. He gave her a silent toothless grin in response. After making sure he didn't need anything else, she collected his money and went to the back, looking for the pot of coffee reserved for the employees in the small break room.

"I shouldn't have played so much League last night..." She muttered.


[System]
Appearance: Frowning upon you

Age: 15

Personality: Sigma is polite, proper and composed. She however, does not talk much outside formalities and she has a rather icy and cold perspective. She isn't actively avoiding people but for some reason, her interactions with others are merely secondary. Sigma is often fond of quiet places and meditating, and her hobbies save one are all tailored to the perfectioning of her combat skills and tactical thinking. She is often sparring or playing chess. Her only exception seems to be cooking. She has a huge sweet tooth and good cooking skills, surprisingly.

Motive to live: Soldiers do not question their existence. They will live as much as they're told to.

Background: Sigma is... a clone of another person. The only success of Project Homunculus, Sigma was a test of mass production of clone soldiers from already adult stock to replace the losses from the war, but the project's goal shifted to create teenager replicas of actual combat soldiers to pilot Framewerks. So, with that in mind Sigma was trained and implanted with the memories of the original soldier who donned her genetic material: Irina Spanova. The training was brutal and Irina didn't care whether the "dolls" (as she would call it) died or not, since they could be replaced. Only Sigma managed to survive the training and be fielded in a mecha.

Notable Deaths: Sigma wasn't the only viable clone produced in Project Homunculus, but she is the only survivor. Dozens were stillborn, and six of them perished during the initial training and testing. Sigma still regards her fellow clones as sisters and secretly mourns them.

Other things: Cooking is unique to Sigma. Her original can't cook anything.
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Framewerk Sheet

Framewerk Code Name: Comet Sigma

Appearance:Couldn't find a better pic, okay?
Signature Weapon System: A high powered Rail weapon. It does not give a big energy signature (being a material projectile) and it can pierce even very thick armors. The downside is that the recharge time is rather awful and it is not suited for close combat.

Secondary Weapon System: A very short range plasma cutter. Useful for fighting in CQC as a last resort and also to extract valuables and people from wrecks.

Flight-Capability/Thrusters: It has basic maneuverability by means of thrusters in the main limbs and torso. It also has a special jetpack on the back designed for space travel, which gives a significant range of movement but it is unwieldy and thus unuseable in combat (but not in retreat).

Synchro Rate : 78% > 82%
Special Ability:

[User]
Well... this is surprising, Ant thought, seeing the girl in an actually somewhat serious state for once. "Oh, wow. The guy's still alive?" was Ant's first statement... but he could see from her current state that it was only making matters worse for her. "So you're telling me Lorenzo didn't finish the job...? I'm as much in the dark as you are, it seems. I left before everyone flipped their shit." Honestly, Ant was surprised Serah wasn't among them... but he kept that thought to himself, coming to the realization that he could actually use her.

"How about we do some investigating on our own, then? You want to know what happened to Ian, and I want to know what the fuck it is they're actually planning on doing with us. And it looks like nobody here's going to be giving any of us bodybags the schedule any time soon." Ant rose to his feet, reinvigorated, and made his way toward one of the exits. He looked at the girl, awaiting a response. "Well? You want answers or not?"

[Assistant]
Serah winced when Antwon mentioned Ian should've been dead. And then the fact Lorenzo was the one who shot him. Really Serah should've been completely broken right now. Crying her eyeballs out. But that's not what was happening. All she could think of now was that bastard Lorenzo. Again he was flaunting his power. Again he treated everyone like a sack of flesh that's only being carried round out of necessity. It angered Serah. It angered her so much the tears stopped then and there. Her body stopped shaking also... Everything else was just replaced by a few fingers curling themselves towards the palm... Forming a fist.

Serah almost forgot the older boy was still there until he said something again. They wanted to investigate this event with her... But does she really want to? It's not like she'll find Ian without a clue... No. She's best off just telling everyone that... Wherever he is, Lorenzo is probably not taking care of Ian. "I refuse." The blue haired girl spat out. "Whatever we do, it's futile anyway. As long as we're being tossed around by that guy, anyway. Fucker couldn't keep the loyalty of a dog if he tried..." She hated him so much. She hated the commander so much. But it's out of Serah's power to change anything. She shook her head, trying to shake off her true feelings. "...This is so unlike me..." The girl stood up, rubbing the back of her head. "Sorry... You saw me like that. I'm... I'm going to the bathroom." With that, Serah left Ant alone again.

[User]
This can't be happening. Ian got hurt, and yet you still won't stop with the senseless violence? It's a nightmare.

Elora slid down on the floor, her legs betraying her, and started crying before Ritsu intervened along with a couple of soldiers, and put an immediate end to the brawl. Ritsu was strict, but she was actually a reasonable person, and when she helped Elora up and gave a handkerchief to her the shy girl responded: "Yes, lieutenant. I'm sorry."
Elora had to become stronger, since she couldn't let her emotions run free lest she risk the professor's wrath. But more importantly, she wanted to be someone Sigma would trust and believe in. Not because she was her superior now, but because she's her friend.

Elora blew her nose on the handkerchief, and took a quick look at the others. She didn't even realize Iskander was carrying weapons before they were confiscated from him. She didn't think he was the kind of person to use them on anyone here. Then again, she saw first-hand how aggressive he can be on the battlefield, even against a support unit like her. She didn't know what to think. Then she saw Takeo, and how he was crying. This wasn't easy to anybody, not even someone who seemed as laid back as he was. But to Elora, showing emotions was not a fault, it was a sign of being a real person with real feelings, unlike Zan who appeared to be more robot than human. Though she did wonder why he and Korie started to fight.

They were soon surrounded by two of the scary soldiers. They seemed to be in a better mood than the helicopter pilots, but Elora didn't think much on that, being too distracted by the intense situation. They were then escorted to the cafeteria, and Elora sighed in relief: she could finally get something to eat. Even if it was disgusting synthetic gruel she would take it. She then spotted Serah and Antwon sitting at a table, and she wanted to join them once she filled her tray. However, Serah left the table before she could reach it, and left the mess hall once Elora sat down. "Oh," Elora said, disappointed.

Having lost her chance at talking to her she decided to stay there. She then started eating. She didn't feel like talking to Antwon, so she just kept quiet. Her thoughts ran back to Ian, Zan and Korie's fight, and finally, to Ritsu's words. There was a lot to think about.

[Assistant]
Of course, Ant thought. Why did I figure she would be useful in the slightest? He stood there, insulted by the refusal.

"Yeah, great fucking attitude", Ant let her know, his voice echoing in the empty room as she walked off. "Give up on your friend. But I guess you're a-okay knowing he's in good hands, right?" It was becoming clear to Antwon that nobody seemed to care that their life expectancy here was going to be short... very short, at least under this leadership; or they were too stupid or afraid to see it. No... it seemed at every turn, he was alone...

...and then, he turned around. "GRUH!" Ant let out awkwardly, genuinely startled by Elora's sudden appearance. He quickly tried regaining his cool composure, then sat himself back down. "Jesus, you really are a mouse", Ant said. Then, almost as quickly as she left, Sunshine came charging back in... unfortunately for Ant with her usual disposition, as if the rainbow switch was flipped in the back of her head.

Ant let out a moan, leaving Elora's table to find his own private corner. He could tolerate the girl when she seemed to have some thoughts going on in the little head of hers, but she would rather put on a chipper facade; who the hell could be happy with this situation? Ant put in his earbuds once more in an attempt to drone out her grating, high pitched voice, and laid on one of the other long cafeteria tables. He needed to take a short nap, regain his senses... it seemed he would need plenty of it to stay sane in this place.

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Serah didn't react to Ant as she left. She just couldn't. She was going to put on that grin again, beam like a rainbow and be the Serah everyone wanted to see. Nobody would like her in this state. They'd all just prefer the cheery little fluffball, the one who goes around life without a care in the world and makes others smile as much as she does. Entering the girl's bathroom, she quickly opened the faucet to let the water flow. Serah reached out her hands, letting a bit pool up before splashing it in her face. This was repeated around three times before a grin appeared on her. "No need to stand around like that, Serah~!"

The young girl wipes her face off with a paper towel before going outside again, back to the cafeteria she left so saddened-looking. Nobody needs to see me sad right now. I'd only bring them down, too. Eventually she made it over there, seeing Elora already having started to eat. "H-Hey! No fair!" she called out, running over to her table and taking a seat. Serah's cheeks were puffed up, all the while crossing her arms. "Come oooon! I leave for a bit to go to the bathroom and you start without me, Elly? No faaaaaair... You're mean..."

[Assistant]
Takeo felt Zan's heavy fist slug into his cheek, knocking him down, but could not will himself to lift even a finger as he was dragged back to his feet and berated by the large youth. Takeo was not the tallest boy, and his feet dangled as Zan held him there.

 "Are you going to stay down there like the piece of shit you are, or are you going to get up and train so you will actually be useful in the war against the Cruxi!?" Zan tossed the mechanic to the ground once again, finishing his criticism.

 Takeo was used to being pushed around by kids with bigger bodies, and kids with bigger egos. He had learned to accept it in his position, and he never held it against them. Zan was no different. Indeed, Zan's attack might have been just what he needed. Some of his words stuck.

 He's right. I can't break down when we lose a fighter. There is still so much to protect. Takeo looked up at the other boy, determination in his eyes, but before he could speak, Korie stepped between them. Then, the lieutenant was there, ending the conflict and helping Takeo to his feet.

 "Also, aren't you supposed to be like a 'Paladin' of sorts?" Ritsu asked when the boy was standing again. "Falling down so easily isn't like you, Matsuda. Stay standing, and wipe that awful look from your face, would you? You look better with a smile."

 Takeo nodded, an automatic response, and gave a small sideways grin. But I still can't forgive you, lieutenant. Or this place. He looked to the other cadets around him. A Paladin. I'll protect all of them, or die trying. No more tears.


[System]
Gender: Male
Age: 24
Appearance:

Rank: Corporal
Class: Scout

Weapons and Equipment:
-Rifle: Gallian-3R
-Sidearm: Viper-E-9
-Grenades: B-Type M3x3
-Melee: Combat Knifex2

Personality: James very reliable person, who will, despite his smart assness, always have your back. He's also an optimist, preferring to see the best before he sees the worst.
Bio: Born to a butcher and waitress, James grew up learning how to chop up and find the best picks in meat when he wasn't at school or military training. His father was proud of his son, who excelled as a marksman in his training, was passing all his classes with at least a B+, and was taking to being a butcher so well. He also somehow managed to stay out of trouble despite his quips at teachers.

However, as it grew closer to his 18th birthday, James put some serious thought into joining the military instead of just becoming another militia bumpkin. He spoke for hours on end with his mom and dad on the matter, his mother in strong support and already envisioning her son in a uniform and his dad, while disappointed his son wouldn't immediately take over the family business at the Strongarm Butcher Shop, suggested he try to reach a rank of a Non-Commisioned Officer, such as Sergeant. The day of his 18th birthday, James enlisted and passed his advanced training with flying style, if not spotlessly. His record had at least four different times when he'd smarted off to his Drill Sergeant.

Having served for six years, he's never quite made it past Lance Corporal because of his mouth. Most recently, his smart mouth got him attached to the Gallian Militia. He made a joke about his unit's captain with the captain right behind him.

RP Sample: Lance Corporal James Hunt stood at his post guard the central communications area and, despite his best efforts, let loose a yawn, prompting PFC Hendricks, James's companion for the day to elbow him in the gut. "Come on, Corporal, I'm the one supposed to yawn after being at this all day. Wake up." Corporal James looked over at the PFC and yawned again, just to get on the PFC's nerves. Hendricks's response was to elbow the Corporal even harder. With a chuckle, James looks at the PFC again and slams his own elbow into Hendrick's gut, making the PFC double over.

"And miss all the uneventful stuff that goes on during communications guard detail? What ever would I do without you Hendricks?" Shaking his head scornfully, James leans back against the wall again and watches people come and go. Lieutenants, Majors, Colonel Majors, all these important people going in and out of the building and not one cared that the Lance Corporal and the PFC were bickering. "Besides, Captain Riserre only put us here because he's got a massive stick up his ass. Even Major Derald has issues with him." At this point, PFC Hendricks was giving the universal sign of stop as the Captain was right behind James. "Look at me, I'm Captain Riserre and I think I can rule my unit with an iron fist. Lance Corporal Hunt, you get all the boring assignments because I don't want you taking my job. And while you're at it, take Hendricks with you, he's too dull to make good company." James laughed and Hendricks facepalmed as Riserre cleared his throat, which had James standing at attention quickly.

"So you think I'm worried about you taking my job do you?" James quickly shook his head in the universal sign for negatory and the Captain laughed and walked away. James turned and slugged Hendricks in the arm.

"Thanks for the warning, jack ass." Hendricks shrugged and went back to watching people going in the communications center.

"I tried to tell you Captain Smart Ass." James grunted in a disapproving matter.

"No, you kept making a bunch of weird hand gestures, which isn't telling me anything."

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Evan's Post

The battle appeared to be won, but the collapsing buildings filled Evan with trepidation even as the imperials retreated. Someone might have gotten injured in that fight, and the Darcsen would not be happy if their medical supplies remained out of reach for long. Setting up a course for the hamlet, Evan drove the APC towards the group of people rallying around the buildings.

...

When he arrived, the Darcsen was shouting orders and the majority of the squad seemed to either be tending to injuries or trying to excavate one of the collapsed houses. After he climbed out of the APC and jumped to the ground, Evan hustled over to Harald, yelling: "Darcsen! Just got here. The APC's got medical supplies in the back incase you need it." before rushing over to the collapsed building.

Brutish though he may be, Evan was not stupid. From all the people trying to excavate the rubble, someone had to still be trapped inside and his sheer muscle mass would make him invaluable in the rescue attempt. As he began his work, lifting the heaviest pieces of rubble that the rest of the squad had trouble even moving, he noticed that a few of the wounded were helping with the rescue. The fact that the quiet, usually standoffish girl, Brenna was helping despite her wounds made him concerned. If even she was helping despite her wounds, the attack must not have gone well at all... the majority of the squad must have been wounded. How the hell were they supposed to hold the crossroads in this state?

"ONE, TWO, THREE... HEEEEEAAAAAAVE!"

With a mighty tug, Evan helped several other squad members raise a partially buried beam, revealing a terribly wounded and nearly dead Lilly in the gap underneath it. Straining and bracing himself so that the beam did not fall back down on top of her, Evan yelled to the rest of the squad. "I'LL HOLD THIS! GET HER OUT OF THERE! ... SOMEONE GET THE DAMN MEDICAL KIT!" It didn't look like there was anything around that could be used to prop up the beam in short order, so Evan held it on his knee, before squatting down to position his shoulder under it and lift again. A new shower of dust coated Lilly from the movement of the beam, but that was the least of her worries. Evan was more concerned about if they could get her out before his strength inevitably failed and forced him to lower the beam. He could hold it... He had to. He wasn't going to let someone die because he, he who was easily the strongest in the squad, gave up due to simple exhaustion. His every muscle strained as he held the beam in place, and sweat dripped down his face. The beam did not move, though. He would never let that happen. Fuckin' piece of shit imps... They'll pay for this.

[Assistant]
PFC James Hunt|Le Haye Sainte post battle

James did his best to help in the excavation efforts to get the buried out of the other house, but fate had decided that he was going to receive an even bigger splinter through the leg for dodging a second tank round, this one only partly through his leg and hurting much worse than the first. When Evan heaved up the beam, James was there, trying to assuage the damage. "Ah hell. Sorry Lilly, but I gotta get you out." Turning to the others, he yelled out, "Hey, she's pinned to the damned wall! Get the med supplies ready cause I gotta pull her off it!" Gritting his teeth against the pain in his own leg, he grabbed Lilly and pulled, sliding her forward. I hat this, I hate this, I hate this. Imps are gonna fucking die.

Lilly groaned slightly as he pulled, but not much else. Grunting in pain and exertion, he pulled again, this time getting her free. Dragging her outside, he pulled off his jacket and put it under her while grabbing the surprisingly intact nearby curtain and putting it on top of the wound and pushing with one hand while slapping her face with the other. "Wake up, Lilly, come on. You can't rest now or you won't wake up. Come on, stay with me, focus on the sound of my voice. Come on." Not eliciting a response, he kept it up for a good couple minutes before looking at his squad mates. "Not a fucking word." And then he kissed her, trying to shock her into wakefulness. The trick had worked for others in situations far less dire, so it might work now. Pulling back, he prayed it had worked.

[User]
Private Regan Durandal
Just as she was walking along the center hall, beside the stairs, the second round hit. "That thing's not dead- oh. Oooh no." Regan quickly set her mortar lance down and grabbed the hilt of her sword. She felt safer with that in her hand, honestly. Part of the wall buckled in toward her and she rolled to the side. Her sword flashed as she drew it to cut a support beam that was falling toward her, and she used her strength to push the part she cut off away. She was fortunate she was in the stairwell of a two story building. She really only had to worry about-

The roof! And how was she going to deal with it?! Her exit was already blocked. Not that she had time to run anymore anyway. Shit! Well, here we go. Just as Mother taught me... She brought her sword across one section of the ceiling above falling toward her. Before she could make a second swing, it struck her and knocked her out.

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The brunette woke before long, with a mild headache but a terrible pain in her right shoulder. Dislocated, she could tell, but she couldn't see the accompanying gash on her back. The section of roof that hit her... it hadn't crushed her? No, it... looked like there was room to crouch here. As she looked around, she spotted the support beam she cut earlier, with some other rubble in the corner, under a section of the roof above her head. The cut she had made had saved her, the section she cut away was propped over here, against the section of support beam she had cut down earlier. "I... should probably be dead." She ran her left hand through her hair, sitting herself up. She had room to sit up, and she wasn't impaled on anything or anything. A few cuts and bruises, but... Damn.

Ah! She heard voices from nearby. Allies? The private pushes herself to a crawl, favoring her left for the wound on her right. and maneuvers her way through the remains of the building, searching out the voices.

'It's cold... it's very cold down here.'

That didn't sound good. She'd better hurry up. She found a foot amid the rubble, but another approached, and pulled the woman off of her impalement. "W-wait, you'll open her wound!" She winces, peering up from the nearby hole she found that let her see Lilly. To just pull her free like that... Eugh. "Dammit, you fool. What're you- No, stop!" He was dragging her, in her condition? And slapping her? And-- he kissed her?! She had no words, only a sword. Where she had previously doubted her ability to draw her sword from her position, she found her body moving without her. Her left hand moved up and shoved her shoulder back into its socket. She'd never had to do it before, she she'd been intimidated by it. With her arm functional again, her sword flashed out from the sheath and cut through the wall around her. As the wall shifts from her assault, she pushes her way through the debris and emerges, already charging Hunt. "You vile, perverted idiot!" She shoulder checks him with her left, sheathing her sword and kneeling next to Lilly. "Oh, God, ooh, oh god, oh, God, no. I could have... but... aaaah, there's nothing I can... I- I can't... I... M-medic... Medic!" The damage from being dragged and the blood loss from being pulled free from the impaling spike reduced the options to fix it. Even though she'd gotten Hunt away from her, she didn't know what to do at this point, and she didn't have any ragnaid. That was really all she could think of...

[Assistant]
James Hunt|Le Haye Sainte

Sliding a ways, he doesn't move far when the shoulder check connects, letting loose a growl when it aggrivates the large splinter still sitting in his leg, and returns the favor, with twice the force, putting pressure back on the wound, his face dark. "You want to leave her there and let her fucking die of infection or risk her getting hurt worse?" He shakes his head. "No wonder the regular army thinks ninety percent of the militia shouldn't bother joining it, you're dense as hell!" Someone shows up with a can of ragnaid and James thanks them, quickly applying it to the wound. "Evan couldn't hold the beam forever and the quicker we got her out, the better, made treating her easier and safer for all involved." Satisfied, he put the makeshift bandage back to the wound. "Second, she's going unconscious with heavy blood loss, doesn't take a genius to know is bad. Slapping her was an effort to wake her up, basic field care. If that doesn't work, do something that'll shock 'em awake, surprises them. She'd already gotten a giant piece of wood through her, so I went with the next best thing. And I sure as hell ain't so twisted as to shove my fingers into her wound to make pain wake her up."

Pushing Lilly gently onto her side, he applies ragnaid to the other side of the wound before laying her down and continuing to put down pressure. "I actually enlisted, I got to run actual scenarios where these things happened. While you all were getting slaughtered in Rineheim, the regular army was taking casualties on the border, living these scenarios. We left two people impaled on spikes like that, they were dead in minutes. The one we managed to get to a get free? We were able to treat and safe him. Next time you think you know better than the trained soldier, shove it up your ass. Any further issues should be handled by the Sarge, not someone of my rank."


[System]
Age: 20

Power: Shadow
He basicly is a shadow. You can go through him if he wants you to. Because, like his power's origin, his powers are fueled by darkness (or better said, the absence of light), some attributes of his only work at certain times.

At day and at places with a lot of light, he can also manipulate his shadow. Also, when his shadow interacts with another shadow, then it also interacts in reality. Say Sam's shadow pressed the shadow of a button, but Sam didn't actually press it, the button will still be pressed.

At night and at dark places however, he becomes a black creature with red eyes which are able to glow. He normally has a shape like his normal day-form (a human), but he can also change his shape like a real shadow.

Because it would be pretty OP if he knew all of this already, it is going to take him some time before he masters every single attribute of his power. To start with, he doesnt have any, and after he discovers his first power, which is that stuff can go through him, he slowly discovers the others.

Appearance:

Bio: Sam was an average kid, with an average life. He had a girlfriend, his father had a good job, his mother was a happy housewife, and he also had a sister. However, one day, when he was 16, he couldnt sleep because of a buzzing in his head. He followed the direction of the buzzing, and in his dad's office, he found a bomb. The bomb had a special crystal attached to it, that was powered through darkness, so it would go off at night. Sam's first thought was to warn his mother and sister, as they were downstairs watching TV and his father was not home yet. However, he didn't have enough time left, so he jumped out of the window right as the bomb went off. He was thrown outside the house, and landed unconciously on the ground.

A few months later, when he awoke, nothing was the same. His dad was still standing, but his mother and sister had not survived the impact. His girlfriend couldn't stand the fact that he could've died any second, so she got with someone else. And maybe the worst of all, Sam got nightmares. Terrifying nightmares, about horrible creatures that wouldn't leave him alone, but they all had something in commen: They were pitch black, and had red glowing eyes. This made everything get worse for him, as he was forced to drop out of school and he had problems finding a job. He recently moved, hoping he could leave all the worries behind him, and it went good for a couple of days. Until today...

[User]
A large figure walked into a drugstore. Judging from the persons size and physique, he seemed to be male, though it was difficult to tell due to what he was wearing. He had on a large and bulky beige trench-coat, and a wide brimmed hat of the same color. He wore shades and a cough-mask. Overall, he was very suspicious looking.

He stands nearby several medicines until it he begins to unnerve several customers. A nearby guard approaches him.

"Excuse me sir, bu-" that was as far as he got before the mans gloved fist collided with his face, sending the guard flying. In the same instant, the large man swiped several medicines and immediately ran out the door. At once two other guards came after him, but he was already too far for them to catch.

"Hey! Wait! Quick someone grab him! shouted one of the guards.

[Assistant]
After having heard quite a bit about the paint explosion from what close to half the employees had streamed in on their various mobile devices, Kyo eventually was allowed a quick ten-minute break, during which he had planned to step outside for some air. Everything going on at once that day was already exhausting to him, and he could only wonder what the rest of the day had in store.

Unfortunately, he didn't even have time to drop the black and silver fox mask he had been fixing before there was another commotion outside. Moving quickly and grabbing another cloak from nearby, he ran out the back door to see if someone else was starting a fight dangerously close to the shop again. When he looked out from the alley leading to the street, however, he didn't see any fighting. Instead, an oddly-covered and very large person running down the street with cries for someone to stop him in the background. Was he a robber of some sort? Either way, he did seem to be approaching the area of the shop pretty quickly.

Holding out one hand in the direction of the supposed robber, the now-masked man focused on an image of a large wall to project into his field of vision. Hopefully, it would at least startle him enough to stop so as not to crash into it.

[User]
The large man unusually did not stop upon seeing the wall, but instead bared his shoulders to the side in what looked like a football tackle and ran straight through the illusory wall. He skidded a bit upon go through it, his momentum unstopped due to the lack of supposed wall, and he ended up running straight into a lamppost.

Said lamppost crumpled like paper under the force of the man's tackle. He paused for a bit to throw the post to the side before preparing to run away once more.

[Assistant] Katherin tilted her head. She knew something was happening but she wasn't sure what. She had been about to try her phone again when she heard gun shots. She didn't know how man people were in the store. She sent her ice through the store. It would feel like a cold breeze to anyone in the store. She was able to identify two men. One had to be the clerk. He was probably the one furthest from her. Which meant that the shooter was the closest too her. She frowned. She tapped her foot sending ice towards the shooter. With him in contact with the floor the ice would slowly climb up the shooter and would cover him until she stopped the ice. Which she planned to do before the ice covered his head.

[User] Sam felt a cold breeze, and soon after, the woman tapped her foot, and ice started to go up the man's feet. It took both him and Sam some time to figure out what was going on, but they realised that they were dealing with a super. "I don't care if you have powers or not, I will kill you!" the man shouted. This was Sam's chance. He rushed from behind the counter, kicked the gun out of the guy's hands and as he turned to face Sam, he got a bat to the face, knocking him out. Sam walked over to the girl. "Are you alright, madame?" He know they were both supers, but they needed to take it slow for now.

[Assistant] Somewhat surprised that the large person would just charge a wall like that, even if thy were temporarily stopped by a lamppost, the cloaked man decided that perhaps a change in tactics was in order. Stretching his hand out again, he focused on a different sort of image to stop him: A circle of flame surrounding him. It would be a high wall, going at least to eye level, but there would be space for him to move around a few steps in any direction inside the circle.

[User]
The man paused for a bit, looking at the flames that encircled him, and then went back a few steps. The man pulled back his arms and clapped them together with a tremendous amount of force. The resulting shock-wave broke panes of glass in its way and blew away unlucky bystanders. He paused for a moment, as in his vision, the flame had yet to go away.

Suddenly the man said, "Wait, Ted, what flame are you talking about, I don't see anything," he said. "Its a fake! Someone's doing something to you! Just keep running!"

After saying that, the man barreled straight through the fire, this time ignoring it completely. A siren was heard as a single police car began approaching from behind.

[Assistant] Kyo winced and covered his ears at the thunderous sound of the clap, a bit upset at the damage it caused. If only he had come up with a better plan a little quicker, then there wouldn't be so much risk to bystanders. Letting out a frustrated puff of air, he ran out towards the back of the large figure and clapped his hands as well, projecting a much quieter version of the sound he had just made. As he did so, he projected an image of the suspect in front of him, making sure to avoid his sight by keeping behind him. He wanted to conceal himself using his ability, but it didn't seem wise to use up all his energy too quickly.

[User] "I'm fine thank you. Can you tell me exactly what happened?" Katherin asked. She figured that the shooter had pointer his weapon at her. He had probably thought that she was a witness to the shooter. He must have missed the clerk. She drew the ice back to her. Unfortunately whatever ice had melted she couldn't do anything about. Hopefully the water wouldn't do too much damage to the store.

[Assistant]
The large man stiffened then turned back quickly upon hearing the clap behind him. He seemed to stiffen upon seeing a duplicate of himself, when suddenly he said: "No Ted, there's no one in front of you except for some guy! Wait a minute . . . Ted, get out of here, he might be a super!"

Suddenly, the man turned around and bolted, running faster than ever.

[User]
Completely fed up with the way this man seemed unable to be distracted for very long, Kyo began chasing after him. He knew that he would have to do something quickly before he lost him, though, as this man was definitely faster than him. What struck him as odd\ was how the man seemed to talk to himself. And how he knew that there wasn't actually anything there...

Wait a minute...he's being directed. There must be a transmitter on him or something.

With this realization, he reached to his side and pulled out a purple fan. These things hadn't left his side since they were given to him so long ago. He was glad to have them now, though he had initially questioned exactly why he needed them back then. Flicking it open to expose the hard edges that made it more than just a nice prop, he threw it like a disk toward the man's hat.

At the same time, he finally decided not to worry so much about conserving his energy and concealed himself from public view.

[Assistant]
The man didn't notice the fan as his back was turned. The hat fell clean of his head, exposing a furry pair of round ears instead of hair or a skin of head. He kept running until the police car from earlier drove in front of him.

"Sir, we ask that you please cease and desist, or else - gah!?"

The police officer asking him to stand down was unable to finish his sentence, as the large man charged straight at them and in the process of doing so, tossed aside the entire car, with them inside it.

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Kyo was horrified by the sudden turn of events, and pretty close to being unable to do much more. For once, he was starting to regret the incorporeal nature of his ability as far as he could use it safely. The only good thing he could get from what had just happened was that the "man" was revealed as not exactly human. He wasn't sure if it was just a strange mascot suit or something, but either way, he felt far less guilty about his last few options now. Especially after the endangerment of the officers.

Taking out another fan, he flicked it open to expose a much sharper edge. Tossing it the same way as the other one, he aimed for the back of the suspect's knees. If he could hit the legs, perhaps it could be halted long enough for him to get better control. Just in case, though, he readied one more fan of his own design at his side.

[Assistant] Sam was a bit confused, as it was like the woman didn't even see what just happened. Only then he noticed that the girl was blind. "Well, first that paint bomb at the city hall happened, then you came into the shop, then the man with the gun came inside and tried to rob me, then he shot me, twice, and then you froze the guy's legs, and after that I hit him with a baseballbat and now he is knocked out." Sam catched his breath from saying such a long sentence, then said: "But you froze him. You are a super aren't you?"

[User] Katherin bite her lip. She hadn't thought about giving herself away. She had just been worried about saving her life. She given anything to anyone seeing what she had done. of course she had thought that the clerk had been killed or at least injured and he seemed to be fine. It was strange to be confronted like this. But she didn't see anyway out of admitting what she had done. "Yes. I am a super. I can create and control ice.

[Assistant]
The large man turned around quickly as Kyo's fan struck his leg. The fans blade ripped open a gaping whole in his pants, and more fur could be seen from underneath. Unfortunately, it did not seem to impede his movement in the slightest.

As he faced Kyo, a full pair of large furry teddy bear ears were visible on his equally furr head. The cough mask and shades covered the rest of his face well, but two bright red pinpricks of light pierced through the dark glasses.


[System]
Age: 19

Race: Lizardman

Gender: Male

Appearance:

Lizard Fighter seems like your typical lizardfolk, huge, muscular, and intimidating. Except instead of browns and greens he's ruby red with a cream colored 'underbelly'. He stands at seven feet tall and has the build of a long time laborer, muscles rippling under that naturally tough hide. Some scars do litter his body, focused mostly in the arms and shins, except an obvious quadruple line running diagonally across his face. Barely missing his eyes.

His garb is strange for a lizard man of the deep swamps. Fingerless gauntlets that retained the fur underneath and floofed out at the elbows. A thick hide vest with a fishnet shirt underneath with the same fluffy visibles like his hand protection. Strangely made pants of leather and canvas that left open pockets at his upper thighs, probably due to his tail. Digigrade leather wrappings that had connecting iron kneepads. To hold his ensemble up is a coarse leather belt with a pair of leather bags, one at the hip the other at the small of his back for his stuff.

Height: 7'7"
Eye Color: Emerald Green
Hair Color: None

Personality:
Unlike what Lizard Fighter's gung-ho body looks like, his personality is very laid back. Preferring to lounge and watch others instead of actually doing extra activities with others. Maybe it was because of his reptilian nature, watching and being a lethargic behemoth. Although when he does interact, it's in almost a deadpan manner and incredibly blunt. The reptilian man never sugar-coated what he was saying or thinking. This lack of tact didn't earn him many friends back home.

Despite his supposed laziness, he does get riled up. It's also very easy to do so, a lazy giant with a short fuse isn't very good. This probably ties into his animalistic tendencies, at the hint of aggression or provocation he returns it in force and forcing others to restrain him from going ballistic.

Likes: Warm and Humid Climates, Exotic Foods, Wrestling and Tests of Strength.
Dislikes: Cold Climates, Physical Weakness, Being Provoked.
Hobbies: Trying New Foods, Basking in the Sun, Making Atlas Stones.

History:
Lizard Fighter had the typical upbringing of a lizardman. He was raised in the swamps to the South, learning to care for what the village had as soon as he could walk and speak. He quickly developed a deep seated need to take care of everything he earned considering certain things were harder to come by in a swamp than on dry land. Like quality metal, iron bacteria was plentiful but produced little of that hard metal. Although his people never wanted for food since they knew what to look for.

Unfortunately Lizard Fighter wasn't adept at tracking, or hunting, or gathering non-poisonous substances for the younger tribe members. Eating so much poison gave him a big boost in his resistance to it, it tended to taste good dammit...

He did excel at combat though, each member of the tribe when they reached eight started to learn basic weapon usage. It was here that he took up the lead, wrestling other youths into submission or disarming and knocking them to the ground. His people practiced with clubs, wooden spears, and claws. No metal until they were older so they didn't kill each other by accident.

Of course accidents happen. L.F's rival raked his claws across his twelve year old face, leaving deep cuts that developed into the scars he adorned today. Training and real combat were different however, so he had been sent out years later to experience the world gain the experience needed.

It was at this point L.F received an old knife and a buckler from his chief before being sent on his way. His people weren't blind to the world though and he had heard about Adventurer's. How often they fought and how far they explored. What better profession could there be for the 'savage of the swamp'. He followed rumors and directions to Palisade town, a place of beginnings for Adventurers or so they said.

Adventuring Rank: Porcelain

Equipment:
* Studded Club: A hefty piece of wood with a simple leather binding at the tapered 'grip'. In the bulky head of the club are iron rivets to help concentrate the bludgeoning force into smaller areas for higher damage. Or so the shopkeeper said...
* : A surprisingly huge blade, more like a small beefy sword than a knife, that protects the knuckles of the user with a sharpened guard. It has several cracks along the blade denoting its heavy usage along with a slightly rounded tip.
* Buckler: The smallest of all of the shields, this is strapped to his forearm to leave his hands free. It's a thin piece of iron, dinged up and slightly rusted, with the typical bubble in the middle to ease impacts.
* Leather Attire: Adorning the man were basic leather clothing. Albeit thick and much more crude than what humans normally made. Essentially it was hides turned inside out so the fur was inside, except the collar and hem of the vest.
* Porcelain Adventurer's Tag

Skills:
* Athletic: Living in a swamp has its benefits. You learn how to move through tougher terrain, build strong muscles, and learn how to climb good. Lizard Fighter can perform long leaps, swim easily, climb where others can't, and traverse muddy terrain as if it were a dirt road. Of course the deeper the muck the slower he goes despite being used to it.
* Toughness: Given his reptilian nature he has a tougher physique thanks to his scaled hide. Also thanks to taking many a blow back in his home while growing up. He can shrug off minor hits and mitigates some of the damage of stronger attacks. Either by changing the angle of how they hit or flexing to lessen the impact.
* Poison Resistance: Due to living in a swamp the majority of his life he has become highly resistant to poisonous substances. Prolonged exposure will still affect him but it takes longer than the average human.

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Big Red didn't question the Archer when she mentioned going i9n first as he pried the door open. It dragged on the ground, so maybe he should have lifted while he pulled. Meh. Once it was open Archer Girl slipped in while Druid Girl huffed cutely. "Logic, Druid. If it doesn't go one way go the other." He murmured, keeping his voice down just in case. When no traps were found the pair slipped into the room to come to the sight of the remaining two members of the previous party.

The girl with canine features was dead, clearly tortured in multiple ways. The second was hanging from the ceiling by some rope, also having been abused and tortured. His eyes didn't linger on the two, not because of how horrible the sights were, but because the room wasn't cleared yet. Nothing was secured, and if you were dead or unconscious you couldn't help anyone.

"Priorities, you two. Druid keep an eye on the girls condition. Archer, with the fairy since it likes you, help me make sure there aren't any goblins left. Dead help is no help at all." He rumbled out as he began searching the room for crevices, nooks, another doorway. He honestly didn't expect the girls condition to worsen, but it might give Druid Girl a sense of purpose instead of focusing on what couldn't be undone. Same with Archer Girl. Productivity distracted the mind.

[Assistant]
With everyone now in the merry death hole, Steppe Archer would relax a bit. At least until Big Red started mentioning that there may be more goblins and that helping the girl would have to wait a moment. She felt bad about leaving her like this, but there wasn't much they could do until they were certain the area was clear. They couldn't leave her, especially not alone. Remembering that they came super duper prepared with an antidote and potion each, Steppe Archer hurriedly dug through her sack and pulled out her liquid red vial. "Here. If her throat is fine enough to swallow anything, that should help her. I'd also check if she needs an antidote, if you can do that somehow," the nomad girl said, before hurrying back over to the Lizard Fighter with her fairy-light in tow.

She'd make sure they'd bring the girl back, even if she had to carry her back by herself. ...She totally could. Steppe girl strong!

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Druid Girl eventually broke away from staring at the battered, naked and dangling red head, taking note of her cimpanions' words and intentions. Taking the small flask from Steppe Archer, the dark-haired girl looked at the tiny bottle with the strange liquid inside it. Even if she had this little piece of foul-tasting instant treatment, there was no way she was going to be able to give it to the hardly-breathing goblin-victim until Big Red cut her down. Druid Girl wasn't tall enough, not even when standing on her tippy-toes, to reach the dangling girl's mouth with the flask. A fact that made the caramel-skinned girl feel even worse about having to wait to provide help to someone who was so clearly in undescribable pain.

Steppe Archer and Lizard Fighter would however find tha their investigation would be completely and utterly fruitless. The walls of the chamber were solid and there were no pitfalls, hidden doros or covered crevices for any further goblin ambushes. The ground didn't lend itself to digging, and the solid stone walls would have required tools like pickaxes or other mining equipment to get you anywhere. It didn't seem like the goblins had ever expected anyone to find this room, and if everyone had been as unobservant as the lizardman, they may have very well been right to assume such. Still, the only thing sapart from the two mauled girls present, were the knocked over chair and the battered crate. Otherwise, the area was void of anything intersting or meaningful.

"H-hey... If you're done looking around, can we cut her down now? Letting her hang like this can't good for her." The druid voice her opinion and concern, looking back over her shoulder at the two other adventurers.

[Assistant]
There wasn't much to the room really, no extra doors, nothing tunneled out, and only some gear in the crate. Goblins were small creatures, and their young probably smaller still. So he was actually surprised there wasn't anything but items in the crate. While he had swept about the room Archer Girl gave Druid Girl one of her potions to give to the injured woman. The only survivor to their party. Which got him to thinking, why only keep one alive? Did the party get there before they could off her?

Druid Girl spoke up which got his attention once more. "Depends on how long she has been hanging. The rope is pretty thick so she should have kept blood flow to her hands." He said as he approached the dangling girl. If the girl had to lose her hands they might as well just off her now. Leaning down he sat the girl on his shoulder before rising up some, taking the pressure off her joints. Meanwhile his tail tugged his only blade from its sheathe and cut through the rope. With her loose he let the girl slide down only to catch her in his arm.

Glancing at Archer Girl he tilted his head to the crate. "Please gather the gear and tags in the box and then lets get out of this hole." He said as he started to move to the exit of the goblin safe room.