[System]
Gender: Female
Age: 24
Class: Sanctioned Psyker

Psyker Power
Divination & Telekinesis are her main fields of psychic talent, but she also possesses two other abilities such as Smite and Storm of Lightning, as well as a rudimentary form of mental communication. Does not possess any noteworthy healing abilities, and she is just as likely to send someone to the warp as she is to heal a minor scratch.

Appearance:
5.8ft tall, pale skin and snow white hair. Sturdy and heavy frame, but still retains her feminine figure despite adhering to a strict physical training regime.

The base of her outfit consist of a simple yet elastic skin tight jumpsuit in dark brown color that is capable of withstanding the vacuum of space as well as provide a decent protection against the elements, though offers little protection versus physical threats. Overlayed on top is a series of armaplas plates that form a chestguard, cuisses, knee-high boots, shoulderpads and gloves stretching back and up to her elbows where they form into a sharp point. They offer good locational protection, especially from the front, but leave her jumpsuit exposed in other places, particularly from her lower back and down to the back of her knees where her boots cover both sides of her ankles. The plates are polished to a light gray color, and almost look like silver. The surface is covered with a series of intricate design and artwork in typical imperial fashion, featuring numerous flutes and ridges across the plates, as well as a couple skull imprints. Above her armor she wears a satin blue silk cloak that hangs down from the back of her left shoulder, as well as a silk loincloth hanging from the front of her belt of similar color. Thrown sideways around her torso is a series of books and scrolls attached by chain.

Running up along the spine of her chestguard is a refractor field generator built into the plate itself, taking form of a small generator emitting a series of horizontal, blue lights up along the back of the chestplate, and shaped much like a human skeletal spine. When activated, a faint, blue and almost invisible barrier appears around her figure.

Her helmet is made out of the same material as that of her armor, and it takes the form of a gothic plated helmet, with a narrow but wide blue glass visor and a longer neck guard extending out behind her helmet. Two plastic tubes are attached to a rebreather device at the bottom mouth piece of her helmet, that stretch out on each side of her neck and down into a small, highly pressurized air tank built into the back of her chestguard.

Her boots are magnetic, and her entire suit when worn enables her to survive in space, and also provides immunity to most chemical and biological attacks. She carries enough oxygen to last for almost an hour.

Equipment:

Main Weapon: Her primary weapon is a two handed power-weapon in the form of an oversized saber with a sleek blade and an extended handle which doubles as a psyker staff, and adorned with sigils, trinkets, technological gadgets and inscriptions. She often uses her weapon in conjunction with her telekinetic powers to amplify its destructive potential.

"Scylla" [Custom-Built Handgun], .50 caliber, 7 round clip size x 3 carried.

Ceremonial Dagger. In essence, just a normal albeit flashy dagger with an adorned handle. Typically only carried for show, but is sharp enough to slice through unprotected skin with ease, and small enough to be concealed without much problem.

Refractor Field. Description under Appearance.

Servo-Skull: Mostly used to store events, data, recordings and scrolls.

Savior – Saved an influential nobleman by foreseeing his assassination, tossing him out of the way of the sniper's bullet with her telekinetic powers and into a big wedding cake instead.

Guide – Saved a band of arbiters from the underworld of a hive world during an uprising by using her powers of divination to avoid the roaming mobs and gangs and reached safety without incident. Not a single shot was fired during their escape.

Hates Surprises – Accidentally electrocuted and sent three of the arbiters she had saved above to the infirmary when they tried to surprise her with a party later. Being so used to foresee danger before it happens, she is prone to freaking out over minor surprises that eludes her farsight.

Fireteam – During an Ork incursion, she helped a fireteam of six guardsmen hold off a much larger band of orks after their sergeant was injured through using her powers of divination to guide their fire, turning what had been originally green recruits into seemingly crack shots. Any Ork that left its cover was immediately put down from long range, and when they mounted a frenzied charge together, they didn't make it more than halfway across the field to the trenches before they were wiped out by precision fire.

Warpstorm over Mordran V - Adrianne was assigned to aid the planetary imperial garrison with culling a lesser greenskin uprising, assisting local Imperial Guard and Sisters of Battle forces with the purging when a warpstorm suddenly appeared over the otherwise peaceful colony world of Mordran V. Trapped on the planet, Adrianne found herself fighting for survival alongside her imperial guard as Chaos Ships appeared in orbit, and unleashed a ferocious invasion of the planet! Though the warpstorm only lasted for two weeks, by the time it had lifted, Mordran V had been transformed from a lush, promising garden world into a lifeless, daemon-infested hellscape, with most of its original population killed except for a few imperial strongholds that managed to weather the storm. Her experience from Mordran V would change Adrianne for ever. What had been a cautious girl that had stepped onto the planet would instead emerge a seemingly reckless with little to no restraint on her powers!

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Stukov nodded as he made sure he had all his belongings, drink was paid for, and with everything taken care of he made his way towards the psyker where she had indicated. He had to wonder what the woman had in mind for a shortcut to get them where they were going, the main floor in specific, but he had already given his word that he would be accompanying Smiles along the way to the gallery. She was armed up, and helmeted again, which would make facial reading difficult to say the least, but he glanced over the edge of the way she opened, noting the rather sheer drop rather calmly.

Heights did not over bother Stukov much, or he hadn't assumed so. Seeing the world and being threatened with being hauled out into the void of space, versus plummeting under the unrelenting force of planetary gravity, seemed to be two different things entirely. Unnerving to think of how one might plummet such a way, but not in any paralyzing manner. But certainly unnerving. Probably some form of warp trickery was planned to guide them down to the main level. But she seemed to offer some choice in the matter, whether it was warp space or real space.

"Both have their problems, Smiles, personal preference remains in the physical world. But whatever gets us down there, as best as you see fit, I'll manage. Won't be my first time coming face to face with warp space..." Referencing his first ship's Gellar fields failing and letting the Warp into the ship itself. Not a pleasant thought to cross his mind as he stood by the psyker and considered how she would go about this shortcut of hers. She had recalled that staff of hers via telekinesis, or whatever it was called, so perhaps a grander form of that trickery? He didn't know and kept his peace, waiting for the orders from Smiles on how to go about this little trick of hers. Should be a show for the other arrivals of the group, regardless.

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"I'll manage. Won't be my first time coming face to face with warp space..."

Behind her mask, Adrianne would smile. It was the response she had hoped for.

"I was hoping you would say that." She spoke through her helmet, before suddenly extending her arm forward to grab a hold of Stukov's chest. The moment she touched the armsman, it was as if all the forces of gravity let go off him, and the world around him disappeared into an endless, black hole! Instead, he was being pulled in every direction, up, down and sideways.

But the whole experience was over in the blink of an eye, when he suddenly appeared again with Adrianne in a dimly lit, grand office of some kind.

Almost immediately, a loud crash could be heard from besides them, as sitting on a large desk was an old, high priest of some kind who just fell off his chair when Adrianne and Stukov suddenly appeared out of nowhere in front of him!

"By the-oh, emperor preserve me!" The old man screamed in terror as he landed on the floor, grabbing his chest as if he had almost had a heart attack.
"Demonspawns! Warp fiends! GUARDS! GUARDS!"

"Hmm... " Adrianne would mutter, gazing around at the room which seemed to belong to some kind of grand cathedral of some kind.
"We are a little off."

She would say as she studied their surroundings, before suddenly grabbing Stukov once again, and repeated the same process of teleportation!

The room would disappear, only for them to reappear in a kitchen of some kind. The surrounding kitchen staff would quickly turn around to look at the new arrivals with faces of surprise, and Adrianne would shake her head once again.

"Nope."

*ZAP*

Another teleportation, and they would finally appear right in the open street in front of the spaceport! Most of the bystanders, busy with their own daily activities, had completely missed the instantaneous teleportation. All except for the odd mailman who looked utterly gobsmacked.

"That's not normal. Usually I get it right on the first try. Apologizes for that." Adrianne would comment, tilting her head slightly as she looked at the street around them, before focusing on Stukov next to her.
"Let's just walk the rest of the way to the gallery. It should be just around the corner."

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Before Stukov could say a word about Smiles grabbing the front of his shirt, he was gone into the Warp for a split second. Even more unpleasant outside a ship experiencing the same thing than inside of it, and the sense of getting stretched in every direction was just unpleasant, and sickening to put it mildly. When they first came out he staggered a bit, getting his legs under him as he looked around to take in his surroundings, ignoring the screaming priest for a few moments before looking at him. "Warp spawn would have already been on you, Father, so calm yourself. We're just passing through."

Before he could say anything to Smiles they were gone through the warp again, that very same pulling in all directions was still as unpleasant as before. But once the void spat them back out, they found themselves in some kitchen area with equally surprised staff and he smirked under his rebreather, throwing up another comment to keep his mind off the rather harsh feeling of warp travel before being yanked back into the warp by the psyker. "Just passing through, go ahead and burn something to spite the fat nobles."

And with that, once more Stukov was flying through the warp with Smiles before they finally landed near the Gallery, and he stood up and caught his breath as the psyker spoke on how she normally got the teleport right on the first try and he managed a shrug as he got his bearings straight, ignoring the mailman and his rather surprised look. "Reckon you aren't used to moving an extra body Smiles, might not have helped. I do appreciate not getting lost along the way though, that was not a feeling I enjoy. Looks like it was faster than walking anyways, detours and all, so well done on that. Suppose we should catch up with our Boss then, yea?"

Stukov didn't just outright spout Inquisitor, which would have blown cover most likely, and reverted to his typical nickname for the Inquisitor. Fit his role in the group as their leader, after all. But that was neither here nor there, so he stood ready to continue escorting Smiles the rest of the way to the art gallery from where they were at, as he had indeed volunteered for in the grand scheme of things.

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"Reckon you aren't used to moving an extra body Smiles,"

Behind her mask, Adrianne would grimace as if Stukov's had just inflicted her physical pain with his words alone! Furrowing her brows, she resisted turning her head to Stukov, instead looking straight forward. Fortunately for her, her skeletal helmet hid pretty much any facial expression she ever made, though did not offer much concealment if she were to make the armsman airborne and send him floating away to the highest spires of the city!

She hated when people commented on failed spells, whether it was to criticize or patronize. It drove her insane faster than any corrupting influence of the old gods ever could! She had not spent the vast majority of her life practicing the arts of a psyker only to be laughed at! She despised when people commented on her abilities!

... unless it was meant as a praise, in which case it was always welcome!

"Normally... " Adrianne would finally begin to speak, the psyker having started walking alongside Stukov towards the gallery.
"I have teleported entire strike teams of up to six people at a time before. One body is usually no problem, unless there is a disturbance in the warp... "

" ... or I'm just unfamiliar with the geography, emperor-dammit!"

She had once almost managed to teleport an entire valkyrie before, but that was a story she rarely recalled to people. Mostly because she had only managed to teleport half of it, thereby literally slicing the expensive machine in two and causing an irreparable degree of damage! It would have been impressive if not for the fact she had pretty much destroyed it in the process!

As they walked, a short flight of stairs was all they had to walk and appear on an elevated walkway before the massive imperial gallery came into view at the top!

While they approached the edge, a slight humming noise would emanate from above them, as soon Adrianne's servo-skull would appear down from the sky to hover down next to its mistress.

"M4R1-A: Initiate Symbiote. Initiate Area surveillance. Give Priority: Target 136, 271, 381, 591, 129." Adrianne would speak out as she turned to look towards the floating servo skull next to them. M4R1-A would emit a small beeping noise from its skull, one of its eyes flashing red as it scanned the scenery in front of them.

Soon, Adrianne could green triangles appearing over her visors, shifting across the moving crowd; until one of them, carrying the numbers 591, locked onto a peculiar individual wearing a leather jacket by the stairs of the gallery walking towards the gallery, before stopping to speak to a person holding a newspaper. Shortly after, another green triangle would appear over the second individual, carrying the code 136. Zooming in, Adrianne would recognize Ben conversing with the Inquisitor, standing about three hundred feet away from Adrianne and Stukov.

"It appears we have found Ben together with our benevolent In,-." Adrianne was about to speak when she suddenly noticed the gaze she was receiving from Stukov standing next to her, and decided to cut her last word.
" ... our 'Boss'."

...

"So, how do you want us to approach them?" Adrianne would then ask, looking towards Stukov.
"We could teleport or... if you wanted to make a dramatic entrance, I could slingshot you to them!"


[System]
Age: 24

Previous Occupation: Independent Contractor (Exotic Dancing)

Brief Personality/History: Elizabeth tends to have extreme shifts in her moods. Though often irritable, she can also be overly enthusiastic and happy. Most of the time she is impulsive and reckless; she doesn't think about the long term consequences of her actions so long as it makes her feel better in the moment. In her mind, the world revolves around her and the only other person she might love more than herself is her son. Unfortunately, she hasn't been able to see him as he lives elsewhere with his father.

Name: Tyler
Age: 35
Previous Occupation: Lawyer
Brief Personality/History: ???

Name: Ava
Age: 30
Previous Occupation: Secretary
Brief Personality/History: A quiet woman, she escaped the lobby with Elizabeth and Tyler in the office building when it all began. It wasn't long after she died a horrific death in front of Elizabeth, Erin, and Dallen that more than likely traumatized them.

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"I don't like it down here," Erin stated, furrowing her small nose up as she looked around them. Even though there was nothing else they could do, she just wanted to make her feelings known. Talking about her likes and dislikes seemed to calm the girl down. It was something Elizabeth had noticed during her time together with her and tried to use it to her advantage.

Agreeing with her, she said, "I don't either." Looking down by her side at the little girl as they strolled through the sewers—something she never thought she'd be doing in her life—she said, "You know what else I don't like?"

Putting some serious genuine thought into the question, the girl eventually gave up as she had no idea. "What?" she asked curiously.

"Broccoli," she replied, bending down with an overly exaggerated face of disgust.

Even after everything, the little girl laughed. "Broccoli's the worst," she agreed. It didn't take long for the merry banter to stop though and the little girl fell quiet again as she stared down at her shoes. As much as she tried, Elizabeth knew that she wouldn't be able to take away the pain Erin was feeling from losing both of her parents in such a short amount of time.

With no idea where they were going, they took twists and turns through the labyrinthine passages until they saw a light at the end of one of the tunnels. Motioning for Erin to stay where she was while she went to check the area. Keeping her distance, Erin took a few steps forward as Elizabeth beckoned her forward with a wave of her hand. It reminded her of playing red light green light during recess.

When she didn't see the threat of the dead in the tunnel or in the immediate vicinity around it, she called Erin over. Her running footsteps echoed through the tunnel and Elizabeth helped her climb down. Once they were out she took the time to look around at her surroundings. Unfortunately, she still didn't have any clue where they were.

"I'm hungry," Erin finally said, lowering her head as if the declaration was a shameful one.

Even though she had no idea how she was going to fight her way through those things to find some food, she was going to try. "Then lets get you some food," Elizabeth said. Taking her hand, the two of them cautiously proceeded forward.

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The radio crackled to life.

"-Does anyone read- -Any survivors read this frequency-"

Steven rushed over to the radio and grabbed the mic. "-yes, yes, we're survivors here, over- -we are at the court house"

"-It's Tyler-" the voice replied. "-I found help- -with the military, at a checkpoint-" After pleaing with the military men he was with, together they found the frequency.

"-We over heard they were going to bomb the city, can you confirm, over-"

"-They're still evacuating the city, get to the Mecha City bridge, we have helicopters- Their orders are to hold the bridge until backup arrives, but yes, I'm thinking backup is bombing the city.-"

"-How long do we have...?-"

"-Hours, if your lucky. Get here now...I have to go, something's up...-"

Everyone quickly sprang into action. The vehicles in the garage were loading with supplies and people, and quickly they all moved out, leaving the court house building for good.

DAY 3 - 5pm

The convoy rushed through the city. They had trucks, a few shuttle buses, and a few cars. Judge Williams was in a Ford truck with Briggs driving and leading the group, Steven was with them in the backseat. Dallen and his daughter, as well as Ethan, Riley, Lucy, Buck, and Daryal were all in one of the buses.

"I don't like buses, Daddy," kelsey said, staying as close to her father as possible.

 "Remember that song your mother used to sing to you,"  he said cooly.  "I'd love to hear it."

Kelsey smiled just thinking of her mother. "She was lucky to have died before...I don't want to get eaten alive, Daddy, please..."

 "Nothing like that will ever happen to you,"  he assured.  "We'll find the military and get out...we'll be okay. Sure you don't want to sing that song?"

"I'd love to hear it," Lucy added.

"Yeah," Riley agreed.

Kelsey wiped her tears and cleared her voice. "It's stupid...but okay." She hummed the melody of a soft lullaby as they wizzed past street after street. She sang in the most beautiful voice, soft yet powerful...

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The others remained quiet as they drove on. The sun was beginning to set, and darkness and shadow was seeping already through the skyscrapers and buildings. The undead would start to come out in droves, snarling and running for the convoy. Each vehicle had someone firing back at them, clearing some of the way. They just had to make it to the bridge.

"We have a problem," Briggs said over the comms that were connected vehicle to vehicle. "There's too many."

Kelsey continued to sing, shutting her eyes and mind from the horrors surrounding her...

The horde covered the streets from shoulder to shoulder. The convoy turned to another road, but the deeper they got into the city, the more of the infected would come out. So much so that they started to run them all over, which worked for awhile. Slowly they rammed through the dead horde, using four wheel drive to pass over body parts and debris in the road.

"The others!" Lucy yelled, looking back at the convoy.

The dead swarmed those behind them, all of them. Their vehicles couldn't make it through and they got stuck. The infected smashed through the windows, tore into the people inside. None of them had a chance.

"We keep moving forward!" Briggs demanded.

They did, all night taking the only paths that were allowed to them. Eventually, the Mecha city bridge could be seen in the distance. It was up, blocking anyone in or out of the city. The military's firepower could be seen, fighting back the dead at one of the checkpoints. There were still hundreds upon hundreds of living people, all at the base of the bridge, all trying to get to the other side. The backup of vehicles stopped them in their tracks, though luckily there were no more dead around them.

"We go on foot from here," Briggs said.

The group got together, only a few firearms between them. They marched up the darkening beach line, Dallen holding Kelsey's hand the entire time.

"We made it!" Daryal exclaimed.

"...Not yet," Ethan replied.

The group walked all the way over to the bridge, where they were met by the other survivors of the city. Behind them were signs of a great battle, one that looked like the military had won. The barricades were holding for now, but behind them the undead pushed against continuously, trying to get through.

"Why aren't they letting us through yet?" Buck asked.

"Too many people, they've been letting us in section after section," a random person next to him answered. "Been here for nearly a day...They're just making sure none of us are infected."

The bridge would go back down after about thirty minutes, letting the next large group of people through. Then it would rise back up, as the military did their necessary check ups. The group made it close to the front, all of them staying together, hoping to get through the next time.

The barricade fell, the undead pressing against it caused it to tumble. It all happened so fast, as they began pouring into the checkpoint. A siren sounded from the bridge, just before they were to lower it again. A few military officials looked over from the raised bridge, down on the people below.

"Let us in! Let us in now!" Buck screamed with the others as panic started to arise.

The dead reached the survivors, tackling whoever they came across first. Others ran forward, and very quickly people were not only getting attacked from behind, but others would get trampled over and stomped to death. Dallen lifted Kelsey into his arms, not knowing what to do.

The military got the order to shoot to kill, everyone. Then evacuate. The tiny bit of hope in the crowd's minds was shattered, as they opened fire upon them, killing as many as they could. Judge Williams stared wide-eyed, as she was shot down multiple times, falling to the floor dead.

Daryal ran, pushing people out of his way the best he could, but he was caught. They swarmed him, ripping him to shreds from all sides, all while he was still standing shoulder to shoulder. His screams were muffled from the chaos around him.

Buck fired back, shooting a soldier in the head and dropping him, but his attacks were pointless. The soldiers continued to fire, and he got overwhelmed just as everyone else did around him. The bullets didn't kill him, but brought him wounded to the ground, where he was trampled to death.

Briggs forced his way back through the area they had come, blasting anything in his way with his shotgun. Dallen followed him, carrying a frightened Kelsey with him, her face burried in his shoulder. Briggs led them out, protecting them until he ran out of shells. They reached a beach side bar, as the man used the butte of his weapon to crack the door open.

"Get in!" he yelled.

A walker pounced on Dallen, though he held its head back and pushed it off. Ethan swung his baseball bat and cracked the things hard, slumping it to the floor.

They entered the bar, shoving a large jukebox over to the door to block it. There they layed low, hearing the mayhem surrounding them.

"Daddy..."

Dallen looked down at his little girl, her eyes coming in and out of focus. She was shot through the chest, and was dying.

 "No, Kelsey!"  He pleaded. He ripped off a portion of his sleeve and attempted to help, but she was already gone.

Before Dallen could scream, Briggs tackled to him and held him close. "We have to be quiet, brother!" he said, holding the man tightly. Dallen's face filled with tears, as he tried to fight back, but Briggs held him tightly. They stumbled to the floor, where Briggs still held him as the man cried into his shoulder.

Ethan sighed with defeat, tears rolling down his cheek as well. He knew now more than ever, that they were all going to die.


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Alison Marie Geoffory
A little about me...
Nickname: Ali

Age: 21 years old

Hair Color: Brunette

Hair Type: Thick & Curly

Hair Length: About four inches below her shoulders (due to the length she normally will have it braided in a normal or french braid where her long bangs fall free on a normal day, during festivals or balls she allows the ringlet curls to lay loose across her back and shoulders)

Eye Color: Ice blue

Body Build: Slender with the perfect curves in the right places to drive men crazy

Weight: 120 lbs

Height: 5'4"

Race: Human/Wood Elf (Her mother was a wood elf and promised to her father who was a human)

Siblings: She is an only child though her parents tried for other children to no success

Personality: Ali was always rather sweet and caring when it came to everyone around her, she tried her best to put her people before herself - trying to make the children smile. She managed to get herself into trouble at times, speaking her mind when the time called for it but when it didn't call for it - she kept to herself. She was curious and adventurous, sneaking off the kingdom grounds when it was possible and doing so without her personal guard. She is very respectful of others wishes, always friendly to people - even those she doesn't know. However due to her status, she plays her cards carefully to make sure she can trust strangers since she will one day take over her kingdom. She is very trusting and trustworthy, loving - she tries to always make time for her people and her personal guards children.

Weapons & Training
Throwing knives: made from elvish metals so they are extremely light and easy to conceal as well as throw, taught by both her father and her personal guard how to use them. She is pretty handy with them since she was first taught to use them when she was only ten years old, she was taught to throw them from the ground and horseback.

Bows & Arrows: a fine elvish bow and quiver of elvish arrows, another light and easy to maneuver weapon for someone with her small frame. She can hit targets from standing still to riding horseback, very talented with a bow and arrows. She is always willing to give a warning shot before actually hitting and killing someone.

Sword: a sword made of elvish metal, the sword is normally her last choice and it is normally attached to her mounts saddle. She prefers to fight from a distance than fighting up close and using her sword, but if required she will use her sword to defend herself. Normally, if her guard is around - it will never get to this point.

History
She had a normal life for a princess, she was allowed as a child to play with all the children of her kingdom. Her parents never held their status and acted as they were above their people, they normally could be found out among their people - enjoying the local shops or speaking with their people. They did their best to keep their people safe and happy, helping in any way they could. As Ali grew, so did her studies in how to rule her kingdom as well as what was expected of her as the princess of her kingdom. Her father however gave her a bit more freedom that what was considered normal, not that anyone seemed bothered by it. She always remained safe and respected her fathers wishes for the most part, besides sneaking out of the kingdom. She has always been great with the kingdoms children and animals, always willing to lend a hand with any of the kingdoms mounts if it was needed. She is respected by her kingdom and always tries to help where it is needed, she respects her parents enough to agree to their terms of marrying the man of their choice.

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Ntaj listened to Alison speak ill of her uncle, already planning how he could take over this kingdom. Her uncle sounded like a tyrant, but the current king was ill and it seemed that Alison was his only child. Indeed, once her father falls it'll only be natural for her uncle to rule in his place. And it looks like the power has already gotten to his head, despite the lack of a formal crowning. Removing those who supported the old office isn't an unusual thing in Ntaj's mind, but he wondered just how deep the claws of Alison's uncle dug if he could afford to purge the inner court of the king's old supporters and retainers. It was one thing to be able to bribe and trick others into servitude, but loyalty was more valuable than gold. It wasn't long before the man himself arrived and quickly ignored Ntaj to yell at Alison. When the wicked uncle stepped forward, Ntaj acted.

"Surely you would not deprive a guest of his company?" Ntaj stood between Alison and the man yelling at her, presumably this uncle she was talking about. He was a right piece of work, that was for certain. But characters like him was a dime a dozen back at Keratia. A lot of power hunger men with views that ensured they stayed in power. But that's why they were killed, and why the Yaj family ruled an empire. "I apologize if I seem to be speaking out of turn, your majesty. But surely it's only proper procedure for royalty to meet." Removing his helmet, Ntaj revealed his face, and more importantly his piercing red eyes, like freshly spilled blood. And if this man knew anything about the Keratia royal family, he'd know that only they would have these red eyes.

"And I would very much like to keep her within my sight, so that I may speak with her. Is that going to be a problem?"

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Alison
The young woman was rather shocked as the armored man moved between herself and her uncle, not that her uncle was stupid enough to lay his hands on her in public. It was easy to anger him and he did not settle down as time passed, his anger usually only seemed to grow the longer he waited to punish whoever he could take his anger out on. Her uncle didn't at all seem pleased that the man was standing up for him, slowly straightening his shoulders as he quickly tried to puff his chest up. The princess rolled her eyes, watching her uncle as he attempted to make himself look tougher than he actual was.

It was rather amusing for the princess to watch, aware that her uncle stood no chance against the younger man that had moved in front of her. Her uncle however paused a moment as the man declared himself royalty before he carefully removed his helmet, the princess moved herself to stand next to him - glancing over at him with a raised eyebrow a moment before her eyes moved back to land on her uncle. The man now seemed like he'd seen a ghost when he studied the man, clearly knowing who he was and the mistake he just made. "Oh, the Prince of Keratia has come to visit - I'm guessing for the tournament?" He muttered.

"I certainly hope not to just see my rebellious niece." He muttered, not seeming at all happy with the fact that his niece found the prince before he himself had. The princess however wasn't very fazed by it, she knew a bit about the kingdom of Keratia - but clearly not as much as her uncle apparently had. She was however surprised to see that her uncle wasn't doing his best to try to marry her off to this prince, but maybe her uncle figured out that if she were to marry someone else - she could turn around and have her then husband attack him and take over her old kingdom, which wouldn't really be too bad of an idea.

But if that was what he was trying to prevent, the young princess knew what his plan was - he would do his best to force her to marry him so he could become the rightful ruler. Her uncle didn't seem the least bit pleased when the man next to her pointed out that he wanted to keep her in his sight before he asked if it would be a problem, her uncle cleared his throat - flashing a rather quick smile. "I'm afraid that the princess' fiance would not be too happy about that, maybe even to the point of calling the wedding off in fear that his future bride isn't pure as she should be." He commented, watching the two of them.

The princess couldn't stop the smile on her lips as she held in a chuckle, glaring over at her uncle. "Oh, now don't you dare start any of that! I am not engaged nor even being courted, I would watch exactly what lies you throw out. Your not really the best at keep track of them all, there is no problem whatsoever with it." She pointed out, crossing her arms over her chest as her uncle only grew in anger. He didn't seem to like his niece talking back to him the way she just had, he never liked it.

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"Her fiance say you say?" Ntaj chuckled at this notion. Alison's uncle was right about one thing, she was hardly the type of princess any other man would want. Vocal, rebellious, bossy. She was practically already a wife without the bonds of matrimony. But Ntaj didn't hate that; he liked a woman with some fight in her. As long as she was willing to face off against him as an equal, perhaps Alison would have a place by his side. But first, Ntaj had to deal with her uncle. "Well surely whoever has the pleasure of marrying the Princess here is a wise ruler, a stalwart warrior, and a champion of those he holds dear. I'd very much like to meet this fiance of hers, and see if his worth is as great as his prowess."

Of course, Ntaj had some suspicions that either this Fiance did not exist, or Alison's uncle had ideas to marry her personally in order to solidify his rule. Such was the tribulations of monarchy. Frankly Ntaj had quite enough of Alison's uncle and needed to devise a way to escape him. Fortunately, he spotted his old friend Mordekai not too far away. The two locked eyes for a moment, and Ntaj sent him a single. A wink, a smirk, and a motion with his hand. A simple signal: Ntaj needed a distraction. Mordekai nodded his head and called for Alison's uncle. "Excuse me, your majesty! Your attention please, I have urgent news for you!" Mordekai pushed Ntaj out of the way to speak to Alison's uncle face-to-face. During the one moment where he was distracted, Ntaj took Alison by her hand and whisked her away from the scene.

The distraction would be short, but it was more than enough for Ntaj to take Alison away from her uncle and somewhere they could speak privately. Even Alison's bodyguard and Mordekai would have a bit of trouble tracking them down, more so since Ntaj made sure the two were on the move. "Your uncle is a mess of a man, isn't he?"

[Assistant]
Alison
The princess paused a moment as the prince practically asked her uncle to meet this fiance of hers, her uncle seemed to get rather annoyed as he seemed to try to think on his feet of who would dare to marry his niece. "I'm afraid that he is not currently here, I believe he went to get something's for their wedding." He pointed out, seeming rather unsure of his own words. The princess rolled her eyes, wanting to get as far from his uncle as possible as quickly as possible. Why did he have to do this? From what she knew of Keratia, they could easily defeat her kingdoms army and take over the ruling.

The princess glared at her uncle, he was such a liar - he was no ruler of hers or her kingdom. "And if he does not meet your standards? What business is this of yours? It's not like you are going to marry her yourself, are you?" Her uncle muttered, his tone rather cold as someone suddenly called for him. It was another man, a lot larger than her uncle that made his way toward the group - placing himself between the prince and princess and the king. She felt the prince reach out and take her hand in his own as he pulled her along to follow beside him, unaware of where she was being led.

She followed the man, curious as to where he was leading her and why. She looked over at him, studying him a moment at his question of her uncle. At this point she noticed his red eyes, remembering her father mentioning something about only the royal family having red eyes when it came to Keratia. "To be quite honest that is a rather large understatement about him. He is much more than a mess, and in all honestly - the sooner he is no longer king…the better." She commented, brushing her bangs out of her face with her free hand. She didn't see why she couldn't speak the truth around this man, he wanted the truth after all.


[System]
Age: 44.

Appearance: Subtly waning. Innocent retains a head of dark hair, dark eyes and a good height for an adult, but his scalp is beginning to show through and a growing hunch in his back wears down his tallness while his eyes accumulate red mazes. Well veined, sundried skin tell of a long life outdoors. Half a beard populates his jaw. A dull tunic, dusty straw hat, and duller, dustier trousers provide his daily modesty, held together with a rope belt.

Occupation: Beekeeper in a dale just south of Flidais, a temperate, grassy city perched between foothills. Innocent gets by with few visits to Flidais, selling honey, beeswax, animal feed and carvings to whoever might pass his cabin on the way and buying necessities from travelling merchants and nearby farmsfolk. Innocent plays a simple flute, carved and tuned by his own design, but does so poorly.

Personality: Gentle enough to be called kind, but this trait is bred more from meek complacency than empathic feelings. Sidwell is a highly submissive individual, asking little from others and rarely questioning them or the services they require of him unless he feels personally threatened. Although he means only to live and let live, these traits may see him being labelled by some as a sycophant, and by most as a coward. Innocent is religious on his own terms. Terrified of death and hell, he believes that if he avoids human confrontation and keeps his world small and modest, he will avoid sin and be blessed by God, an attitude which has seen him safe thusfar.

History: Innocent Sidwell was born in Flidais and, the youngest son to a mother of eight, was sent to the hill monastery even sooner than most novices. Sidwell entered monasticism as a child already conditioned to avoid the fierce competition of his elder siblings and live in modesty. Although this kept him in the favour of the prior, Innocent's ways changed as he matured. While his earlier compliance was forced by the pressure of his environment, he was now in a community wherein passiveness was self-motivated, and repressed adventurousness began to emerge. The prior tolerated Sidwell's growing cheek for a time, granted that he performed his duties and did not leave the monastery. He was expelled when finally caught in an act of homosexual conduct with another novice. The prior was shocked and betrayed and threatened both Innocent and the other novice with public exposure as they were punished and cast away, but his old love for Sidwell kept him from making true this threat, unknown to Sidwell, who that day was cursed with a terrible fear of exposure, of sin, and of living any less than a pious, modest, and celibate existence.

Fleeing south on foot, Innocent found work as a farmhand for a time before he apprenticed under his predecessor beekeeper of the valley, and has made this his living for three decades.

[User]
It looked like little silver wings, probably hundreds of them approaching like they were on a mission. It was tough to tell what they were until he twisted a dial and had the telescope magnify closer on the winged beast. When he zoomed in they were quite little silver birds the most eerie feature about them was there solid red eyes, similar to that of an albino. They looked like they were traveling with the menacing cloud, almost like they were a team if that was even possible.

Christopher was looking so close at the birds that be almost missed something that was even more menacing than the silver birds. There was an extremely.huge shadow silhouette that was looming over the thunderstorm and the red-eyed silver birds. When he seen this he stumbled a bit losing grip of his dark book that was now falling the length of the pillar.

The book made contact which was no surprise to Christopher since the book had fallen but it wasn't until the book made contact a second time before he realized that something was a stray. Upon looking over the side of the pillar Christopher had noticed that his book had made contact with the person standing on the floor ... Wait person. He must have entered while he was staring into the telescope but how had he entered, it wouldn't have been the door since the vines hadn't acted up. That was when he noticed that there was a trap door that was opened, how had he not noticed that door. It must have been underneath of the table that he hasn't examined since he was so busy raging against the bookcase.

 "Hello down there, I'm sorry about the book I didn't realize that anyone was down there. Were you the one that returned my knock? I don't really have any clue what is happening here. Do you? What's the craziest thing you have ever seen? I bet it will change if you look through this telescope. I'm sorry I talk a lot when I'm nervous aaaaaand right about now is one of those times. Oh by the way my name is Christopher. One more thing can you throw that book back up here ... Please "

He was so nervous after seeing the ominous cloud, red-eyed silver birds and giant shadow that he had no vocal filter at the moment and everything that came to his mind went right out his mouth.

[Assistant]
DECK

Moss flinched at the screech, the nightmarish sound that shattered the air and made her grip the hammer tight. Everyone had scattered, the storm was beginning to shout its hateful intentions, and Moss was beginning to get the feeling that they were not the first ones to sail on the wretched ship.

"We should do whatever the fok it takes to make sure we never see what made that bloody sound," she said quietly. It wasn't as if anyone would have heard her over the roar of the world anyway, had she spoken normally.

They needed to be moving, they needed to be getting the people in the Engine room out and away from whatever it was that was down there. She looked around, spying anyone and everyone she could and waving her arms in the air.

"C'mon!" she shouted, forcing her voice through the dense sounds of the storm. "Over here, gather 'round c'mon!"

[User]
Engine Room

Connor, still caught up in the heat of the moment, did not even notice the creature's disappearance until he felt the sudden lack of anything under his hand. His bayonet, which had been buried hilt-deep in the creature just a moment ago, was now just held in front of him, the blade devoid of any blood and the only sign that it had been used in combat being the scratches marring the blade's surface. Once his mind caught up with the situation, Connor staggered back, dropping his weapon. The room still looked the same, but there was no creature, not even the corpse Connor had been expecting to see.

Looking around him, Connor felt his breath catch in his throat and his head spin. The Oriental, Suichiro, looked dead - Connor did not even need to check, he had seen the same vacant look and lifeless eyes before, when he had the misfortune of having to pull the bloated bodies of drowned sailors from the beaches. The other girl, Samira was hidden behind a boiler, with only her leg visible. Connor did not fancy the chances of her being still alive, but he maintained hope.

Above all, however, only one thought went through his mind. Had there really been a creature? There was nothing to tell him that the thing he had just fought ever existed. Could it be that it had all just been a figment of his imagination and that in fact he had just slaughtered those who were trapped in the room with him in a fit of panic? The thought of it was just too much for him to bear and, for the first time in a very, very long time, he doubled over and vomited.

Fucking shite, He thought miserably to himself as he stood back up and wiped his mouth clean with his sleeve. Taking in a deep breath, he took a few uncertain steps towards the still form of Risa. There was only one way to find out if he had indeed killed all these people, and that was to see if the girl was dead with a stab wound through the abdomen. Connor felt his heart race as he dreaded what he was to find, but he steeled himself and pushed on. Much to his relief, as little as it was, the girl was not dead, but unconscious, and her wounds were not at all consistent with the killing blow he had dealt to the creature.

"Come on," Connor muttered as he pulled the girl away from the boiler. He was no physician, but he could tell that she was just barely alive. She was going to need help quick, and Connor was not at all a person who could provide it.

He walked over to the horn and spoke into it again, this time his voice tired and weary. "Engine room again," He began and took in a deep breath to conceal his fear. "Whatever was hammering us is gone, but we have one dead, one possibly dead and another going to be dead if we don't get help soon."

[Assistant]
Mess.
Another barrel, a continuing sense of involved urgency, and as Sidwell soon discovered, a considerably flimsy one. The second lid opened with difficulty, unwilling to bare its contents to the world, but he did not relent. The shapes confused him before they settled into the timeless familiarity of a human skull. The man stood still in the rising smell of ancient flesh, softer than cider and subtler than smoke, and more powerfully disorientating than either. He replaced the lid, perhaps out of courtesy.

Oh, but, wait. You're only dead, like the rest of us. Feeling apologetic and rather detached, Sidwell removed the lid again, childlike, and set it aside. It was a kind but pointless gesture. This corpse, unlike himself, did not seem to be feeling very energetic, and clearly hadn't been for quite some time. He raised a hand to see if he could borrow the fellow soul's knife, clearly recalling the overgrown bookshelf and bound stacks of metal balls in his current room, but decided against it. It seemed unlikely that the skeleton would talk back if he asked, and he couldn't possibly take something without permission. This is foolish!

Tuning himself back to his surroundings revealed that the room below was no longer crackling with fire, or not crackling loudly enough to be heard. His eyes were focusing better in the dark. Tracing the outline of the stain of cider on the floor revealed a fox, likely the very same one, backing itself away from a figure he hadn't seen. Tamtam was here, and her stance and voice still read distress. In a perversely refreshing turn of events, however, she knew something, had scratched out valuable information from such a tangled world. Keys on a door, in a mapped-out room. Likely in a room where Tamtam had been before, reachable from the deck above. Keys, of course, which would lead somewhere, beyond the doors at the far end of the mess, and- in an escalating series of assumptions- from there into the burnt room below. It was an oddly phrased instruction, but Innocent was glad to seize upon it.

"I can try to get them. If the room they're in is charted out, it mustn't be too hard to find." And the children are still above deck in the storm. They had gone out of his mind between the fire and the corpse. It would be easy to continue forgetting them, but a new breed of self-doubt was unkindly informing Sidwell that doing so would be unwise. The closer he walked back to the stairs, the more convinced he was that someone was yelling on the deck (The red-hair girl, it must be), and for the first time in months he bent into a shambling run.

He only paused briefly, when the floor-voice started again. Only one, muffled but audible now that the fiery chaos had died down. "...Is gone, but we have one dead ... Dead and another going ... Don't get help..."

Don't get..? Curse these ears. "We are coming," he answered loudly, unsure if the voice needed help or not but determined to find its owner either way. Thunder echoed through the stairs as he went back upwards, steeling himself for the uneven deck, the swaying ship. The sky was darkening.

Holding himself against the wind, it took him several seconds to find the red- and blue-haired children who stood dwarved by the trees even with their arms up. Sidwell waved in response, beckoning widely with his arm. "Come down here! It is better." He was hesitant to leave in search of the mapped room before they had made their way below deck, but he turned his eye back to the observatory. There is a room under the room with the books- I know that- I can search that. Come, children, hurry!


[System]
Y o r u

Personal Dossier

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Age

15

Origin

Takamatsu, Kagawa

Physical Description

Standing at 5'3", Yoru is perfect height to be an idol. Her physical traits are well groomed. Her pure white hair is cut to a cute length and styled frequently, her dark skin is free from any noticeable blemish as a result of her extreme skin care, and her clothes seem to just fit better than other people. To call her an idol rather than a hero wouldn't be too far off.

Characterization

Attention-seeking
Spiteful
Self-centered
Artistic
Calculating
Vain

Personal History

Born to two pro heroes, Yoru's chance at a normal life was gone from the start. Unfortunately for her, neither of her parents decided to slow down their heroism. From a very young age, she was raised by a series of caretakers. They were fine, but none of them stuck around long enough to make a connection. The only friend that she had during all of this was her art. Years of charcoals, pencils, pastels and paints had formed her childhood. Art was the only thing that made her happy, but the direct scorn of her parents for this killed any interest the young Yoru once had on it.

As she grew, her parents kept on trying to instill their sense of heroism and justice on her. Every heroic thing she did was rewarded by her parents with love and affection, even if they were such small things as helping an old woman move a sack of rice. Conversely, every time she showed her parents her art or anything else unrelated to being a hero, she was meant with disapproval and ignoring. Even though they were her blood, her parents never felt like as though they raised her. The isolation corrupted Yoru. She would be a hero, even if it was just for the attention.

Of course, the easiest path was through a hero school. With all of her drive put towards becoming a renowned hero, she was just good enough to enter Ishin Academy—the school her parents wanted her to enter. Her path to superherodom would start there.

Character Development & Conceptualization

As a character, Yoru is meant to symbolize and exploit the issues of commercialized heroism. Rather than be a hero for the sake of helping others, she is a hero in order to become famous. She's meant to ask the question of what is actual heroism. If someone saves a life to save a life and another saves a life for fame, what's the actual difference between the two? Likewise, what does the effect of this commercialization and commodification have on these types of people?

Likewise, she's meant as a character who isn't able to do what she wanted. Her number one goal was to be an artist, but was unable to because of her parents disapproval. Being the child of two pro heroes, nevermind two absentees, has an effect on the head. For Yoru, becoming a renowned hero is a way to gain her parents approval. The fame she desires stems from the corrupted dreams of wishing to become a renowned artist and the belief that her parents will finally pay attention to her.
Abilities & Talents

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Quirk Type

Emitter

Quirk Description

Going by the name [Black Paint], one can easily assume the basics of Yoru's quirk. From her mouth, she can exude a pitch black substance that allows for the creation of "holes". These holes can be created by the paint being placed on opposite sides of an object. If a direct path can be made between the two painted areas, instantaneous travel can be made between the two points.

Additionally, if something is covered in an uninterrupted line of paint, a light force will cause it to split into two. These objects are still connected, so to speak. The insides are covered by a thick black and a nigh indestructible elastic rope connects the now separated objects. While it can't be cut and resists almost all impact, the rope is limited to a ten meter stretch. Each meter is harder to pull than the next and the resistance approaches about infinity at that mark. Reattachment is as simple as placing the two separated pieces together again.

The paint has a simple weakness: it's a liquid. If it mixes with any other liquid, it will violently attempt to make things how they were. Any object intersecting a portal will be shot out via the path of least resistance. If a rope is wet, then it will slowly retract until fully repaired. Once the black paint is no longer intersecting a foreign object or reattaches separated parts, it will begin to wash off. It also lasts up to thirty minutes before flaking off and turning to dust, causing the same process as water.

Other Talents & Attributes

While rough around the edges, Yoru is half decent at art. She suffers from not actively pursuing her interests, but the effort she put into it during her early life is apparent. She also knows a bit about art history, but it's not often that it comes up.

Her voice and mannerisms are pleasant to listen to. This is less natural and more effort, as she has spent months of effort into making herself as marketable as a hero as possible.

She's also rather athletic. Not enough to win any competitions or set any class records, but she put the effort into exercising that she wouldn't be left behind by anyone.

[User]
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Sapporo, Japan
Ishin Academy, April 7th
Interacting With:: Akizawa-san(@Asura)

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The moment the goo girl shook her head caused Adrianne to tilt her head and raise and eyebrow before lightly shrugging and gesturing for Akizawa-san follow after her. The chill of the school didn't bother her too much, though she was itching to get started with classes as she slowly walked towards the building with a couple of the other girls forming their own groups and such to chat with their roommates.

Adrianne sighed, not really paying any mind to her own roommate as she went about analyzing other students on the campus who were either being led on by another older classmate, or were on their own in pairs either heading to the dorms or frittering their time away by chattering like a bunch of numbskulls. It sickened her to her stomach as she walked through the courtyard before biting her lip and glancing over at the silent slime girl.

As much as she appreciated the silence, it didn't help that the only thing she could pick up off of this girl was that she seemed introverted and kept to herself. Adrianne's sigh broke the lull of their walk as they continued to the dorms as she glanced over at Akizawa-san with a somber look on her face.

"So, uh... well..." Great start Adrianne, stuttering; you might not know what to talk about, but don't mumble like some friggin' pushover! "Akizawa-san, I'm curious about your thoughts about getting a day to adjust to this new setting," Adrianne lacked any sort of harshness in her voice, though she was candid and rigid in her speaking patterns.

"I'm not too much of a fan starting out like this as I expected us to get begin immediately," she huffed, brushing some of her hair away from her face as she glanced curiously at the gooey gals jiggling hair.

[Assistant]
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Sapporo, Japan
Ishin Academy, April 7th

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With a finger squished into her cheek, Hajo ruminated over Shun's words, her eyes flickering back and forth between him and their neko-senpai. "Ehhhh?!! But of course! A hero saves everyone, and gets along with everyone!" Showing off her pearly-whites, Hajo throws the pineapple-carrying boy an animated thumbs-up, almost dropping her duffle bag, only to hastily catch it as it slipped off her shoulder halfway through. "I just meant, uhm, I expected a lot of boring meanies." Her brimming, expectant gaze glued towards Nekohara did not match the crushing judgement of her impression on Ishin.

Giving her senpai a happy little wave as the catgirl excused herself, Hajo thrusted her bag upwards, steadying it tighter, before letting her eyes wander over the assembled students once more. "So she's none of them, but hmmm..." Her mouth shrunk into a tight-lipped dot, head tilted in thought. "Roomie must be one of them. Guess we'll talk later!" With a quick little shrug she gave Shun a quick bow. "Sorry that you're stowed away all alone! But at least you don't have to worry about a snoring roommate, heh. I think I wanna snoop around a bit and see where everything is. I guess you have to, uhm... get your pineapple stored away, too? See you around, Shuun-san!"

[User]
Kana found the dormitories pleasant, certainly more than she thought they would be. There wasn't anything particularly extravagant about them, but beds and desks and closets, and above all, space and fresh air, were things she'd taken for granted before leaving Goshogawara. In Kagoshima, at least where she'd lived, everything was salt and brine, and the humidity that clung to the air carried the scent of the docks with it, which was something she'd never quite grown accustomed to.

Once they were inside, Kana was quick to close the door behind them out of habit. Reflex wanted her to lock it as well, but she figured that might have seemed strange.

Now you're worried about being weird?

She silently thanked Wakako for carrying her bag, and shuffled it out of the way while her roommate surveyed the room for herself. Cozy, that was apt. She couldn't remember the last time she'd thought of a place as cozy.

"Oh, no, this is wonderful." Kana answered, pleased to hear the evenness in her own voice. Their departure from the public had done more for her nerves than she'd thought. Without the eyes and ears surrounding them, with the excess anxieties sheered away, she was quite surprised with how comfortable she felt. It wasn't perfect, the jitter was still in her bones, and her heart was still just a bit too lively, but compared to earlier, she was practically calm.

Time to absolutely ruin it, then, while she still had the confidence.

"Thank you for…ah, humoring me. I'm sure there's still plenty you want to go out and do, or see. I just wanted to get, uhm, grounded first, I guess. So, thanks—no, I already said that."

She'd meandered to the window without realizing it, and nearly lost her train of thought, again, looking outside at the academy. It was still jarringly unfamiliar to her, and she worried that, just like the smell of Kagoshima's harbor, the sight of Ishin would never quite settle with her.

"Anyway," she said, pulling herself back. "My quirk isn't…it makes me stronger, and…uhm, well, it sort of hurts when I use it. But I guess that's the…point. I'm sorry, I'm explaining this really badly. I should just—"

Kana knelt down by one of the beds and got her hands underneath it. The mattresses were thin, the frames thick but manageably light. Altogether it was still too heavy for her on her own. She considered activating her quirk, but letting it build up on its own could take a minute or two, and while Wakako had proven to be an accommodating sort, Kana didn't want to push her luck. So, instead, she braced herself, and then banged her elbow deliberately against the bedframe.

"Ow…" she muttered, but it wasn't so bad, really. More pins than needles. Still, it was enough; she could feel it in her veins, or her muscles, or wherever the quirk made its nest within her, and for a few moments she felt decidedly bigger than her own skin. She managed to get the bed up, not very high, and more tilted against the wall than straight, but it was a good enough display, she hoped. The effects wore off quickly, and she lowered it back to a proper rest while she still had the means to do so gently, then got back to her feet.

"And that's it, really. The more pain the more…that. I haven't really done a lot of, uhm, conditioning. I'm not very good with pain. I guess that's something I need to work on. But, sorry, I'm talking a lot. I do want to know more about you—your quirk, I mean. N-not that I don't want to know more about you, too, of course." She bowed her head. That too had become a fierce habit. "Sorry if that was rude. I didn't talk to many people in Kagoshima, and I guess I'm a bit nervous, and I'm…still talking a lot. I'm sorry."

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[Assistant]
Eurgh. Yoru's face didn't change in the slightest, but she internally cringed. A slumber party felt a bit redundant. Considering how they would sleep within four tatami mats for the rest of the school year. Well, it wasn't like Yoru was involved in any of those either. Not that she wanted to, of course. If she was able to have a slumber party in the first place, of course she'd refuse it.

But again, social standing. This was someone Yoru would be spending time with until late March, whether she liked it or not. She had to, at the very least, humor her roommates whims. There was no other reason why she'd accept a sleepover, none whatsoever.

"Sure~!" That sweet tone of hers came out again. She didn't refuse Haruhi's help in carrying her sole bag. There was no verbal jousting of 'oh no it's heavy, I can carry it myself' and other similar things, nor was there any offer of repaying her in some way. Just a simple thank you the moment she offered. With that, the two of them left the group of students to go see their own room.

It certainly was a room. That's pretty much all they were. The accommodations were nothing special. Room to study and sleep, but that was about it. The adjacent beds weren't something that Yoru particularly liked, but it was fine. Beds were for sleeping on and nothing else. The furniture was serviceable. Nothing special or lush, but that was also fine. It wasn't in disrepair, though that was expected. Horrible student accommodations were more of a non-hero university type thing. At least, that's what she read on the internet.

So she placed all of her things in the right spot. Uniforms in the drawers, as she planned to buy actual clothes at a later date. Make up and self-care products all over her desk alongside a hand mirror. Really, it was astounding how many care products she brought along. They took up the entirety of her bag, minus the uniforms. She settled in well enough.

"So Yano, what's the first thing you want to do for this girl's night~?"


[System]
Persona: Mortella

Appearance:

Age: 19

Archetype: Alien

Power set: Petrifying gaze- A thin-blooded Gorgon, Madeline has the power to stun her enemies, in a much milder version of the stony gaze that Pure blooded Gorgon's are infamous for. Usually this will only last for a few seconds, and for the petrification to last any longer will drain Madeline of her powers for the rest of the day.

Snake Hair- Madeline's writhing mass of sacley tresses have a life of their own, and will defend their mistress to the end.

Origin Story: Born on the distant planet of Euraylion, Mortella was raised on the verges of the monstrous Gorgon empire. Beneath the tyrannical rule of Meduliss the terrible, the Gorgon Empire had become a massively advanced dominion, utilizing a dark combination of alchemical magics and twisted technologies.

As a thin-blooded gorgon, Mortella was an outcast from the rest of Gorgon society, living amongst a band of outcasts in the harsh wildernesses beyond the walls of Euralion's great cities. Her upbringing was harsh and unloving, instilling a sense of bleak principles into the young girl, as she grew up knowing nothing but survival.

Mortella realized that her people's constant raids upon the Empire were complete folly. Realising that there was no way Meduliss would ever be dethroned by such a small rabble of rebels, Mortella commandeered a supply shuttle, and ran as far away as she could from the reach of the Gorgon Empire.

After spending some time working as a pirate in deep space, her travels eventually took her to Earth. Assuming the identity "Madeline Moncroix", Mortella is ready to rise to prominence as a supervillian.

[User]
As strange as it might have sounded, the appreance of a blue woman with snake eyes, horns and a tail at his 'clinic' hadn't actually been that surprising for Thule; The world was a very strange place by default after all.

Still, as he sat and looked at the jobs that she was offering him alongside a sizeable crew of strange and unique people under the mask of Desperation, the 'Plague Doctor' of the group had to consider his options. Truthfully, it wasn't a hard decision.

While attacking an establishment run by a mafia family was a good way to wind up dead, the resulting slaughter would provide him with plenty of parts that he could make good use off in his trade while also helping to 'send a message' while merely clearing out a base would grant him very little. Either way, his talents as a healer would not doubt be called upon by someone after all was said and done.

Standing up and walking to stand on Blueberry's left and side before giving a respectful nod of his head as he took off his hat for a moment like a gentleman of old before turning to look at the group and speaking with a voice that was clearly artificial to disguise who the speaker truly was. "Anyone interested in visiting a casino, would you mind joining me?"

[Assistant]
Harvey hadn't even spend a full month on earth and now this. The blue Lady looked so funny. Well all humans looked kind of funny. But that was besides the point. Harvey had realized he would not become the Overlord of this planet, so he had to start from the bottom. And this blue Daemon Lady might just be his ticket to rise in rank. Also it sounded like some fun and adventure.

The other freaks who were standing next to him seemed just as funny, a bunch of weird humans in different costumes. This would be one heck of a mission. Or two missions actually.

"I am going to be a part of the attack on the lair. I sleep in a garbage bin at the moment, this seems like a step up.", Harvey had no idea why he said the second part. Did he make a fool out of himself? Did anyone even care? Human social behavior was weird.
The Man who wanted to be a part of the Mafia hit (Whatever a Mafia was?) was wearing all black and a bird mask. Or was it even a human? How was Harvey supposed to know?

This would be so weird. But at least Earth was not boring.

[User]
Eric was in a fifteen game winning streak when that blue women found him. Now he was in some warehouse surrounded by people he didn't know. At least with the money gained from previously stated winning streak he managed to buy some decent clothes.

The hellish women spoke in a downright insulting manner, but she had connections. Pann made sure to remind Eric just how much they needed work, and how working with other demons might just springboard them into greater things. With, not for, Pann made sure to elaborate. One figure stepped up, guy wearing a rather creepy bird mask saying that he was going after the gambling joint, then the space man saying he wanted to take the secret base.

"I love gambling, I think I'll be going with you mister..." Eric said as the voice in his head told him something and Eric finished his sentience, "doctor."

Eric would then take a step towards the scary doctor, standing at his side.

[Assistant]
Couscous smiled her friendly smile. She was already planning how to mess with people. It was her favorite pastime. Being a villian is just a perk. Tussling her white hair. Her outfit was lacking in any pass she looked lifted off the street. Would it not be the devious intent in her eyes. Wondering if any of the ones here were week in mind. She had to test it amounts her new 'friends'. Listening to the rude blue lady only log enough she wanted a lair.
Directing her thoughts to the alien next to her.

Narrator
How about introducing your self. Im sure they want to know.

She said keeping her vision at the blue skinned insulting lady who said her daddy was interested in them. Who ever her 'Daddy' was must have inforced that name because why would a grown woman call her father daddy.

Father father She would have to find her's. Make him apologize. Oh well Villains disappear all the time.
" I would like to have a lair and robots are fun." She said muttering " To mess with" under her breath. " Ill go for that one. "

[User]
He had to admit, Oscar had been more than a little startled when the blue-skinned demonette had appeared behind him as he was taking care of business in a public urinal. "Hey, Thug," she'd announced. "Daddy's got a job for you."

For his part, Oscar remembered rolling his eyes at the moniker. Apparently it was tradition among supercriminals to take for yourself some ridiculous second name. The first time he appeared in the police blotter for an altercation with a cop, the text had referred to him as a 'thug' - and when it came out that he displayed 'slightly superhuman abilities', the news ran with the name (in the two or three sentences they'd devoted to him since, of course).

"Wish everybody'd stop feckin' callin' me that..." he'd grumbled, but by the time he'd turned around, she was gone, leaving behind a slip of paper with a time and a place.

And now here he was, seated at the crossroads of weirdness and stupidity. Lounging back in his chair, the criminal cast his gaze around the room. Some white-suit, cardshark type. A bloody alien. Cute blonde chick. Spider-robot. Medusa. Some creepy fuck in a bird mask. Several more. Not for the first time, Oscar wondered what he was doing here - after all, he'd sworn off evil minion work after that bastard Ne'erdowell had tried to lobotomize him. This is different, he told himself. This is climbing the ladder.

Clearing his throat, Oscar raised his hand casually. "Had some experience with mad-scientist lairs. Didn't much like it. I'll take the casino, with birdbrains and white-suit." He rose from his chair and stepped over to the two, hands in his pockets.

[Assistant]
Everything about Earth was strange and surreal. The idea that worlds beyond the Gorgon Empire, populated by pink-skinned bipedal creatures, even existed had been a mind blowing notion to a younger Mortella, but now she was standing in a room full of vastly different life forms, on a planet vastly different from her home.

Whereas the other arrivals stood on two legs or sat in tacky plastic chairs, Mortella was coiled across the cold stone floor, her scaley green tail spread out behind her. She was a well-built young girl, with a thick waist and broad shoulders. A writhing mass of hissing serpents thrashed about in the tangled mess above her head, and her greenish flesh shone dimly beneath the flickering warehouse lights.

Mortella waited wordlessly whilst the blue creature sassed the group, keeping her thoughts strictly within her own head. It was only when the time to choose a mission emerged that she finally spoke up.

"I'm in the mood to sample some terran hedonism. I'll go for the Casino."


[System]
* Age: 228
* Gender: Female
* Race: Sentient Undead (Human)
* Appearance:
 Though at one time as shiny and luminescent as pictured, Tyaethe's armour has lost much of its lustre due to a combination of two hundred years of constant use and an inability to perfectly clean it whilst in use. The result is a blurring of the intricate detailing on the paladin's shield and armour, and the shining metal is now a dull grey verging on black—when not coated in blood. It got cleaned. The scarf obscures how the throat is heavily armoured, beyond what one would expect of such an ensemble.
Though none still in the knights can say for certain what she looks like underneath all the armour, her eyes are clearly an unusually brilliant red and her hair white. Since the armour's on the intentionally bulky side and doesn't come off, it's not quite clear what Tyaethe's height is... though probably over six feet. Currently, she seems to be trapped in appearance as a child... though her armour's size doesn't quite mesh with the old paintings.
* Personality: If there's one thing that all her instructors tried to do, it was to cure Tyaethe of her temper. Fervour and determination in a battle is all well and good but carrying that attitude over to your everyday life? Despite their efforts, it was a fruitless endeavour and the tall paladin is as irascible as ever, though with enough self-control to avoid the worst outcomes.
At heart, Tyaethe is a dutiful knight and a good person. So despite her frequent anger, she has never once backed down on her duties or struck out at a child or someone truly innocent, even if rather aggressive verbally. Her unfaltering devotion to her duty—or anything else, as she seems too stubborn to ever back down—is best exemplified by her continued presence in the Iron Rose Knights, despite the drift from being a religious order.
Something more familiar to the newer recruits than the veterans is her sullenness and risk-taking. Not a behaviour always evident but at the same time a concerning trend, as if her patience for something is running out.
One trait carried over from her normal life is a dislike of being seen out of her armour. Since Elionne's death, this has exacerbated into a full refusal to remove it for any reason short of their first captain's return. Partly, at least, this is to prevent anyone from learning of her undeath and to preserve the idea of an immortal knight.
* Brief Backstory: Tyaethe was born to a minor noble family and, as the only child, was expected to carry on the family's duty as knights. To this end, at the age of seven, her education was entrusted to an important but highly religious duke that owed her father his life. It was for this reason that instead of continuing on to be a squire, the young Tyaethe pledged her service to the church and became a paladin.
As an adult, her strength and steadfast service was admirable, even though her hot-headed attitude caused friction with some of those she had to work with. It was for this reason that she was granted the honour of protecting the High Priestess and, when reports of an incoming force surfaced, left Falthir in order to conduct the fighting when she wouldn't be at risk. Naturally, this backfired and it was only Elionne's intervention that prevented the deception from being successful due to the diversion of the guards.
Owing the maiden for fulfilling her duty where she could not, Tyaethe swore to serve her in life and in death, second only to the goddesses. Part of the Iron Rose Knights since their inception, Tyaethe's death came in a pitched battle where their foes managed to split herself, Elionne, and some less experienced knights from the majority of their comrades.
The reason for her survival has never been perfectly explained. Some of the knights assumed it was just sheer luck and the high level of mana in the region and the more religious assigned it to divine intervention. Some of her detractors have even accused Tyaethe of dabbling in necromancy. As for the paladin herself, she cites her oath and willpower, as well as a refusal to go down whilst Elionne was still in danger. The fact of her undeath has been kept a secret within the knights, to cultivate a reputation as an immortal holy warrior, though doubtless people have guessed the truth.
Tyaethe has been unsurprisingly steadily more bitter since the original captain left, wanting to know why and find out what happened. Despite this, she has faithfully explained new captains their duties and guided them through it, even as the knights have drifted further and further from the religious unit she joined.
* Equipment: Forged nearly two hundred years before, the styling of Tyaethe's armour is antiquated to say the least—though the decorations, obscured as they are, resemble the current pieces made on the behalf of the church. Few people can move efficiently in such weighty protection, let alone adjust to how it restricts movement in order to fight but even going for its vulnerabilities leads to a difficult time in scoring a fatal injury. Of particular note is the one addition made before Elionne left: a reinforced gorget, to make even accidental decapitation even less likely.
Her other armament consists of a sword that most refuse to treat as one and an immense shield. Both are as long as she is tall and the sword itself unreasonably broad and tough; it crushes as much as it actually cuts. The shield, scratched though the design is over the years, contains a wolf rampant in its design—a lesser-used Mayonite symbol.
All three pieces were blessed and enchanted to regenerate under moonlight, since even before Tyaethe's death they took vast amounts of punishment and repairing them manually was prohibitively costly.
* Skills: Raised as a member of the nobility and intended to become a far more ordinary knight, Tyaethe knows falconry, board games, how to ride, and the social graces needed for polite company. All of these skills, save the riding—and that relies on draught horses in her case—are incredibly rusty skills due to neglect. Her literacy and ability to recite scripture on a whim, due to her training as a paladin, are as strong as ever.
In combat, Tyaethe's immense strength and armour leads to an approach best likened to an oncoming tide: she's not the most agile or that hard to hit but actually stopping her or resisting the offence is futile. Her speed can also be deceptive; she chooses to adopt a slow approach for psychological reasons and is more than capable of surging forwards to strike down a threat. Though a shield might seem redundant with such armour, she happily uses it as a second weapon or to force an opening from someone hoping to budge her defence.
With over a century of experience on her side and an initial training in the arts of warfare, Tyaethe is also a valuable tactical and strategic source—provided that you ask her opinion when she's not agitated in some manner and ensure that the reason Tyaethe suggests she be put in the thick of it is due to needing an immovable obstacle.

[User]
Fanilly's attention was once again ripped away by Tyaethe's speech. Oh... certainly, she had already known, but the sight of the armored knight forcing a spear through her own body made her flinch, cringe briefly in a way unlike the similar injuries that had been inflicted on no small amount of the dead bandits. After a few moments, she found herself slowly nodding towards the ice mage, Tiral, before stepping forward. Yes... many of the knights were asking her for the next course of action. As disgusted as she was by the unnecessary brutality several men had died in, there was no time to dwell upon the matter.

She took a deep breath before turning to face them.

"The bandit camp is not far ahead," she began, "The smoke from their fires is on the air, I am certain I am not the only one who can smell it."

She sheathed her sword at her side.

"So we must act quickly. While we do not have the numbers to completely encircle their camp, I feel a simultaneous strike from four directions will ultimately be our path to victory," she continued, "We will be splitting into four groups, to take up positions around their camp and move inward. I shall lead the first, who will take position ahead of their camp."

She turned to regard the heavily-armored undead knight.

"Sir Tyaethe, you shall lead the second, to take position to their left."

She turned to face the older man who had approached her. He was a venerable figure, and Fanilly had this in mind as she made her next decision. "Sir Aethelmund, you shall lead the third, and take position to the camp's right."

Fanilly glanced between her next choices had hesitated. She had to admit she did not have someone immediately in mind to lead the fourth group. The first two choices had come to her easily, but the next... She wanted to place faith in the newer knights, as well as the old. Surely there were those among their number who held tactical knowledge to this purpose, wasn't there? A group of armsmen had already proceeded ahead as well...

"... Sir Tiral, you will lead the fourth, which will advance from behind," she said, finally, after some hesitation, "We will move in on my signal. Shields in front, to defend the others from arrows. I'll give you time in order to get into position, but as we are in a forest it will be difficult to signal to one another in a way that will not alert the bandits."

[Assistant]
Tiral nodded his head in response to the captain's affirmation. Thankfully, these bandits had been complete idiots in trying to run straight back to their base after being captured, else his reaffirmation might have made himself look a bit foolish. In the end, it was a matter of perspective, but... Well, at least it had pulled the captain out of her anger. A clouded mind in combat was suicidal; even he, young as he was, knew that well.

The captain continued, detailing her strategy for the assault on the camp, which Tiral himself wasn't all too surprised by. A four-pronged attack was quite workable, but it did still spread their forces a bit thin. Granted, if the enemy was anything like the bandits that had just been dispatched, then...

Well, if anything, it'd get the job done faster.

Tiral closed his eyes and nodded his head as the captain directed the leaders of each group. The captain, as expected, would take the front. Fitting, but not all too unexpected.

The side flanks would be taken by the two veterans, which gave Tiral a chance to relax a bit. Regardless of the immortal knight's current state of affairs, it would be hard to argue that she wasn't among the most venerable of them all. The other, Sir Aethelmund, was also someone that the mage had predicted would be chosen; after all, his own actions weren't the least bit unknown to the Order. A small smile crept its way onto the mage's face; at this rate, the bandits would probably be dispatched posthaste.

It took a moment, though, for him to remember that this was supposed to be a four-pronged attack and that the captain had only dictated three leaders. But then who was the fourth...?

"... Sir Tiral, you will lead the fourth, which will advance from behind."

...
Oh.

A few beads of sweat seemed to form on Tiral's brow as he processed the captain's words.

He was to lead the fourth squadron.
Him.
Why him?! If there was anyone he had expected to lead the final group, it was probably Sir Garrett! At least the man had more experience! Was this what the mercenaries of his youth called 'a trial by fire'? Because it sure as hell seemed like one.

Though the battle just now had felt like nothing but a warm-up to Tiral, his initial plan to use the whole ordeal as a test to himself was now thrown completely out the window. Had the Captain picked up on his musings earlier? If that was the case, then maybe he'd have to learn to keep his thoughts to himself in the future. Rather than testing his own strength, it was more like the captain was testing him now. Her eyes were on him, which meant that everyone else's would be, too.

Before he could protest and offer up the one who he thought was a more fitting leader, the Captain had already taken to sending everyone off to their respective posts. Tiral stopped himself from letting out a defeated sigh, though just barely; there was no point in arguing now, after all.

"Understood," Tiral said, nodding in response before turning to the knights who had grouped up behind him. Their gazes seemed to look upon him with uncertainty, to which the mage could only respond with a nervous smile.

Damn, even if this was only a fraction of what the Captain faced... Something like this would surely unnerve him. She certainly had it rough, didn't she...? He would keep this in mind for the future. But he had no time to settle his thoughts; as the order was, he had to get into position. Fast.

"As the captain has stated, I shall lead the engagement from behind the enemy encampment. Quickly, now, so our mission can be completed without issue."

With that brief statement, Tiral quickly saluted the captain and the other two leaders before beginning to move through the brush towards their destination, the knights behind him following close behind.

This sort of responsibility... Certainly wasn't what he was used to. At all.