[System]
Species: Human

Gender: Female

Age: 34

Nationality: Outreman, previously citizen of Angjusk

Occupation: Deputy head of department - Cradle Research & Development

Cybernetics:
* Cradle quick-access implant - Allows access to and from the Cradle environment without additional hardware. This advanced module also reduces fatigue caused by the process, allowing power users multiple entries in a single day.
* Tier 7c 'Cradle Builder' suite - Grants access to the programs created specifically for 'terraforming' the Cradle. Tier 7 out of 20 allows Freyr to auto-build a variety of specialised equipment and propose-build mid level structures.
* Ilyes Brand communication and productivity module - Standard implant for access to Outremer's communications network. Also integrates with many well known productivity tools like a personal assistant, as well as more bespoke scientific tools.

Backstory:
Freyr was born on Angjusk, an older colony than Outremer that was renowned for its military materiel, particularly star ships.

Her mother was an innovations tsar assigned by the government to a consortium of the planet's largest ship manufacturers. During most of Freyr's childhood, her mother's sole task was making sure Angjusk battle fleets were the best money could buy in the Diaspora.

Before she was born, her father owned and operated a series of protein farms across Angjusk. After a chance encounter at a lobby meeting, he was headhunted to co-ordinate the military industrial complex's entire food supply chain. He also met his future wife, as it was Freyr's mother who had recommended him for the job on that fateful day in the lobby.

Freyr was born five years later. Her early life was a whirlwind of schooling, snatches of intimacy with her parents (when they weren't busy) and extended periods with friends. She discovered a natural capacity for learning and excelled in her studies. So much so that she received offers from universities across the Diaspora to come and develop with them.

Her mother and father both pressured her to consider diplomas like Interplanetary Relations or Agrarian Policy. However Freyr was not interested in pursuing a career in politics. Angjusk has been involved in at least a dozen small conflicts since Freyr had been born. She had seen how politicians would destroy entire cultures for the sake of influence, and wanted none of it.

In her first act of defiance, Freyr accepted a position at a school in Babylon, the main city of a far away frontier colony called Outremer. Driven more by the desire to have time away from her planet than by the subjects on offer, she researched what Outremer was known for. It was here that she first discovered the object powering this section of the Diaspora - the Cradle.

She quickly became obsessed with its untapped potential and seemingly unknowable past. She decided to pursue Xenobiology and Machine Intelligence as her subjects of interest, voraciously consuming the knowledge gathered so far on the Cradle.

It was here at the university that she met her future partner, David, who was studying art history. Isolated from her family and friends, alone on a strange planet, Freyr was glad of his unassuming company and kindness. They grew very close over the course of their degrees, and moved in together after graduation. Their daughter Amy was born a few years later.

After Uni, Freyr was picked up by an Outremer administration outreach team and placed in a government career fast lane. Her obsession with the Cradle made her an obvious choice for the Cradle Research & Development department. Once there, she quickly proved herself capable. Several breakthroughs in her first five years meant she was allowed to hand select a team of dynamic young individuals to help pursue her work. A couple more catapulted her into a deputy head of department role, to the ire of some of it's older and more entrenched members.

It was on her 34th birthday that the Cradle abducted her family. It had been acting strangely for weeks prior, rolling back years of terraforming. Freyr had been working round the clock to figure out why, practically living at her field office by the Border. David had bought sweet treats and had Amy with her.

What can only be described as creatures emerged from beyond the Border and overran the camp. A panic spread through the mostly unarmed workers, leading many to flee for their lives. Freyr's last memory of her family was being propelled across the camp by one of the creatures. She could only watch from her position immobile on the floor as they carried off her husband and little girl.

Security forces conducted a sweep of the immediate area beyond the Border, but found no sign of them. So Freyr began looking by herself as soon as her broken bones were reconstructed. Months went by. Her work stopped and her mental health deteriorated. Eventually she was placed on sick leave and her access revoked, after she attempted to use her influence to organise an armed excursion deep into the uncontrolled zone.

[User]
Fortunately for Vreta, the bridge was not terribly far from the labs, so he did not have to wait too long for Freyr to arrive from her short meeting with the captain. He did have at least some interest in watching the Humans at work, if only to better familiarize himself with their methods, as well as the capabilities of their machines. He was, after all, going to be working to facilitate cooperation between them and his own people. In his honest opinion, it could be difficult to reconcile the differences in their methods, but he could at least try to set the proper expectations for both sides.

"Of course, it is good to see you both again." Vreta replied with a friendly smile before readily following Freyr towards the office. It was a fairly small room, and like much of the rest of the ship, the air was just a bit cooler than he would prefer. Being that he was the only Rothian on board, though, he did not expect anything but his own room to accommodate his preferences. At least, he expected that his room would match the preferences of Rothians. He had not actually been to it yet.

In any case, Vreta began right away as soon as they were in the room. "Here's hoping our conversation is not interrupted by mortal peril this time. How have you been, since we last spoke? Before today, I mean. I myself have been…somewhat relaxed back on Rothia. I decided it was time for me to retire from my corporate life. I considered retiring entirely for a century or two, but then the Rothian government came to me, specifically, with an offer for this position. I guess my experience made me a perfect fit, and as much as I have come to despise the Cradle, I suppose I can admit some curiosity towards understanding it."

[Assistant]
The corner office was small and boxy. But it did have Freyr's name on the door, a desk with a small bottle of Angjuskian Scotch wrapped in ribbon atop it, and views of the entire lab through plate glass windows. She was pleased to see the office was soundproofed; when Masgard closed the door behind them the noise of rapid assembly outside lowered significantly. "Ahh, the good stuff. Complements of the captain; very nice. I don't drink Scotch, myself. Do you?" Freyr studied the label before placing the bottle back down on the desk. She sat down and ran her fingers through her hair. It'd been another really long day.

"Well, i'm sorry you've been dragged back into this." Freyr chuckled humourlessly upon hearing what Vreta had been up to. "I've been working nonstop, to tell you the truth." She continued. "Masgard, what can i say?"

"We have an operational partnership with the Rothians, so whatever you think will be useful to the mission." Freyr nodded gratefully.

"Then i can tell you that things are bad. We're making good progress in developing weapons and structures that can combat the Cradle's creatures. But so far we haven't been able to stop this gradual encroachment on the occupied zone. The Border is currently consuming about 1% of the occupied zone per week. There are signs that may increase, too." On a whim, Freyr grabbed the bottle of Scotch and opened it, taking a sniff. "It's hard to predict what we'll find on Rothia, if anything. But my hope is it's something we can use to communicate properly with the Cradle. Negotiate peace with it; if it's capable of rational thought."

Freyr took a small sip from the bottle, and wrinkled her nose immediately. "Eurgh, that is strong." She offered the bottle to Masgard, who took a gulp and seemed to quite like it. He offered it to Vreta.

[User]
Vreta took the bottle in hand and gave it a quick sniff. The strong scent of alcohol was familiar. Even being alien to him as it was, ethanol was a fairly common compound on worlds with life, and it affected many living creatures in the same ways. Regardless, he cautiously took a drink, if only because he was not sure about the taste, but he was not disappointed.

"I shall be honest with you, many of the scientists I spoke to on Rothia are not confident that we will find anything at all." Vreta said, placing down the bottle on the desk in the middle of the three of them. "Since we learned about this, we have scanned our whole planet a few times over and found nothing unusual. Though, it is our understanding that you have specific coordinates for us to search. Once we have those, hopefully we will be able to find something."

Vreta took a moment to think on the situation Freyr had described in the Cradle. The Rothians had strongly suspected that the situation was not under control, but now he was getting confirmation of it, with concrete numbers. And certainly, this news was not encouraging. "The gravity of your situation may be lost on some of the other Rothian members of the team, but I know how connected Outremer has become to the Cradle. I know that your planet cannot just…stop using it, as some might suggest. It's a problem we have to solve, not one we can just give up on if things do not go our way.I do hope we can find that solution, if not on Rothia, then with the combined efforts of our scientists when we come to Outremer. Our technology is similarly advanced to that of the Cradle, so, and I mean no offense with this statement, our scientists may be better able to understand its intricacies. I am not disparaging your species, I mean only that our scientists will have hundreds more years of technological and scientific advancement to draw upon."

[Assistant]
Freyr shared a quick glance with Masgard while Vreta was just finishing his piece. He gave her an ...ok look before reaching for the bottle of scotch again. Freyr absently opened the top left drawer on her new desk, and was rewarded with the sight of four durable Navy tumblers tucked away in there. She quickly pulled three out and slid them across the metal desk toward the bottle and Masgard's outstretched hand. "I mean, it is the weekend. And we've had something of a day." Freyr explained to Masgard, her hands raised at her sides while she nodded to Vreta. Her lawyer grinned guardedly, his head tilted downward as he poured a double measure in each glass.

"I hope you are able to figure the Cradle out." Freyr replied solemnly as she got her glass back, filled now, from Masgard. "Because, there is a distinct possibility we're travelling all this way for nothing. But on the off-chance we do find something, it could change our relationship with the Cradle forever. Our saving grace, if we don't find anything, is that we'll still be able to work on the Cradle problem from our new lab. We can call it a very expensive cultural exchange mission." She took a drink from her newly charged glass, and recoiled at the intense mix of flavours. "So, what would you say we need to keep in mind for our interactions with Rothia in general?" Freyr asked when she had recovered.

[User]
Vreta did not respond immediately, instead taking a drink from the glass he was given as he collected his thoughts. Even for a larger being like himself, who was accustomed to somewhat stronger spirits, he still showed a strong reaction to the scotch. Still, he did not remain distracted for long. "If I am being honest, there will be some hurdles to overcome if we are to make this a truly cooperative venture. And many of those will come from my people. As I mentioned, the Rothians have centuries of scientific advancement ahead of Humanity. There is a perception among my people that Humanity, and indeed many other species we have met in this galaxy, are a 'young' species."

There was another pause for another drink from Vreta. He knew he was approaching a delicate subject, and so he needed to be careful in how he approached it. He expected that Rothian scientists would be doing the heavy lifting in terms of their research, but he certainly wanted to avoid any more tension than necessary, and if the Human teams could legitimately help, that would be all the better. "I would say to try to imagine what it would be like to work with a scientist from hundreds of years ago in your own past. Say, a scientist from before your species left your home solar system. If your people are anything like mine, you have probably improved your understanding of science considerably in that time, and that scientist would be operating on theories and assumptions you know to be incorrect. I expect that some Rothian scientists may feel frustrated about this, and they may feel that they are going to have to spend much of their time just 'catching you up'. I hope to prevent that issue. I know that your people are capable, and I think that your years of experience with the Cradle will be valuable. Going back to that analogy of working with a scientist from your past, how do you think you would go about working with them?"

[Assistant]
Freyr frowned and cleared her throat, invoking a surprisingly pleasant aftertaste from the scotch. She leaned forward slightly, cradling her tumbler in both hands, and smiled sweetly at Vreta. "By the end of today, there'll be twenty of the foremost minds on the Cradle aboard this ship. I'm privileged to lead them. Between us, we have about four hundred and fifty years of hands-on experience with a machine intelligence that's almost certainly older than both our civilisations. The rest of my division is just a conference call away; at least another six hundred years of experience to apply to this problem. If anyone is going to be 'catching up', it is your team."

Freyr leaned back and took another sip of her scotch, arms resting lightly on the arms of her seat. Masgard gave her an approving look from where he leaned against the plate glass window. "Your improved understanding of the natural world will come in useful, for sure. It may be that working around the Cradle may yield some kind of breakthrough. But let's be clear - while the Cradle environment shares similarities with the outside world, it's also infinitely more complex. We underestimated it before, and it took my family. I'm determined not to underestimate it again. We should prepare for all possible outcomes to this expedition. What kind of resources do we have at our disposal while on Rothia?"


[System]
Male | 15 y/o | 5'8 | 121/1165 lbs

Personality

Though he has a resting bitch face and a cynic's sneer for a smile, Kouki certainly wished he were more extroverted than he currently was. Having spent middle school with the unearned reputation of a truant delinquent who habitually stares down teachers and being subsequently ostracized by his peers as a result, his social skills are moot, and his friend circle exists only outside of school. He keeps quiet and keeps to himself, too shy to strike up conversation with a stranger but too self-conscious to admit to wanting to join up with a group in the off-chance that he is invited to anything. And even if he does accept an invitation somewhere, at some time, Kouki's bad habit of overthinking everything often ends up with him just not showing up at the end, citing some bullshit excuse to not show up.

What's worse though? That by the end of middle school, he's become comfortable being with himself, and even though he wants to become more outgoing, more social, he's also fine with not becoming so. With one exception, of course…
Background

A baby boy born with an extra hole above his butt would have been cause for concern in any other era except the era of mutants. As such, it was just an incredibly embarrassing fact to talk or even think about as he grew up. Having weird eyes or big hands was one thing, but having an extra butthole that leaked white stuff if he didn't stay focused? Eugh, no please. Didn't help that his parents were the loving, spoiling type either, seeing Kouki's solemn, grim expression as reasons to excessively praise his "extra hole" in a bid to raise his self-esteem. He was mature as a child, as mature as a precocious, lonely brat could be, but even though he could understand why his parents were that way, Kouki wasn't going to be any happier with that sorta praise too.

Thus, his frown grew. Thus, he withdrew further into himself. Thus, by the time he got to middle school, Kouki's attitude was already fixed in place, staring down others with a cold expression, his scrambled thoughts never moving fast enough to actually formulate an answer before they assumed his disinterest or disgust and scampered off. Though no one bullied him, most people avoided him too. School festivals were painful. He would slip away from groups and squat at the back of the school buildings, waiting for it to end. School trips were even more so. If he went missing, everyone else in his group would get in trouble too, so he maintained a distance of twenty meters instead, plugging his ears with his headphones so they wouldn't feel any obligation to converse.

His middle school life wasn't devoid of social interaction though. Kouki found places and people who didn't know of his baggage by slipping into the backdoors of night clubs. Though it rarely went beyond a couple of words, dancing was fun. He really got into it, even, clearing out the basement of his house so he had space to practice by himself. It was fun. It was enjoyable. It kept him alive.
But Kouki did not go to a high school with a dance club. He applied and was accepted into a hero course for a local high school instead. His parents questioned him about it, of course, and after twenty minutes of emotionlessly freaking out over how to answer, if he even could answer, the youth spoke two words.

"For love."

Then he immediately self-combusted from embarrassment.
Quirk - Quicksilver
Mutant-Type

Kouki produces a silvery-white liquid metal within a hole positioned over his tailbone at a rate of about six milliliters per day. After being alive for fifteen years, he has about 35 liters of this curious metal, which, when kept inside his body, increases his weight by 474 kg (1044 lbs), exhibiting a density similar to that of mercury, though without any of the toxicity. Acting as an extension of his own body, Kouki's Quicksilver can take an array of imagined forms and can alter itself to heat up, cool down, or become magnetic. Though it takes time to make these alterations upon his material, the movement of his Quicksilver itself is fairly effortless for Kouki: so long as it remains within twenty meters of himself, Quicksilver moves as fast as any other limb of his, floats in defiance of gravity, and appears to have enough 'strength' to sustain 40 kg for each 1 liter of Quicksilver used, capping out at 1400 kg. This speed lowers past the twenty meter point, until the metal becomes wholly inert at the fifty meter point. Though Kouki cannot feel through his Quicksilver, he is able to sense when others interact with it; if he's not actively maintaining a form, the liquid metal has a consistency similar to putty.

Though Quicksilver cannot be destroyed, it can certainly be lost. Complex alterations will lead to headaches and nosebleeds, and potent disruptions will cause the Quicksilver to become a formless blob once more. Due to lack of opportunities to be rendered unconscious through violent means, it's unknown how Quicksilver responds in such situations.

[User]
Alice Nova

The impression of a cheerful girl that Saki seemed intent on keeping up would stay on Alice's mind throughout their conversation. It seemed genuine in nature and was almost heartwarming to see. Or rather, those were the observations that Alice had made from the first interaction the two of them shared. Suffice to say it was nowhere near enough to be a proper introduction.
However, more intriguingly, Saki really seemed to be some kind of computer-like being, considering how there was wifi coming out of her, supposedly. That raised a whole bunch of questions! Does she have to pay an internet provider? How does she set the name and password? Was the wifi any good? Questions she'd be sure to ask later... should she be bothered to do so.

Saki pointed at Alice's hair which she deemed "bedhair". To be fair, it was an adequate judgement to make should one not be familiar with Alice's quirk but the owlgirl couldn't help but chuckle as a result of it because it seemed kind of cute. In actuality, of course, it was nothing like bedhair. Instead, it was a result of her owl quirk's type being the great horned owl for which these outgrows of feathers were typical. In Alice's case, they manifested as outgrowths of differently coloured hair.

"Ah that? Nono that is not bed-hair, but rather-"

Alice was then cut off by the teacher commencing the first class session, which promptly caused Alice to stop talking and focus back on the class, similarly to Saki and all the other students.

One after the other they began introducing themselves and listing their reasons for becoming heroes, or rather, describing the image of a hero in their mind. While Alice did pay attention to what they said, it was quite hard to focus on since she was so tired. Her eyes felt like they would fall shut any moment now... but of course, they wouldn't. Naturally, she had enough willpower to fight through a bit of tiredness..., especially on her first day! First impressions mattered after all.

And with that thought in mind, Alice finally rose as well once she was pointed at by their teacher to introduce herself. Making sure her posture was as excellent as she managed to, Alice politely began speaking.

"My name is Alice Nova. It is my pleasure to meet all of you."

The girl followed this up with a slight and courteous bow forward out of politeness and her own manners.

"A hero represents and fights for true justice. I wish to represent that concept myself one day."

...is what she could think of before sitting down again. Truth be told, her ideals weren't exactly chiseled in stone yet, however, this was a close approximation to how she truly felt. So far Alice just wasn't sure how to properly word it.
After having spoken her introduction the glasses-wearing girl quietly sat down again so that the next person could begin their introduction.

[Assistant]
Acion Nakamiji

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The reunion talk with Kinoko was halted when the teacher, Ms Mako, spoke up, signifying the start of the first day at a hero high school. For a start was the usual activity that Acion was kinda familiar with from having attended a couple of social events back in middle school: icebreaker. A short introduction from everybody in the class and answering one simple yet open question. From his old acquaintance Kinoko, or Donny Yang as he also said in his introduction, to the sleepy looking girl Alice sitting close by the windows, everybody had different ideals and reasons to be a hero just like their different identity, even though most of them are pretty similar. The only odd one out of them were from that girl sitting in that remote corner at the back, whose ideals were pretty...zoomed in. Yeah, heroes are strong, but villains are strong too. But hey, she probably never thought about it before.

Acion was near last. That allowed him to mentally prepare himself a little bit for a short speech. He didn't plan to make this a grand introduction, as that would make him seem like a showoff, but he did want to give the confident first impression on people. Once he was pointed, he stood up firmly, suppressing any non-related thoughts in his mind.

"I am Acion Nakamiji. It's a pleasure to be here with all of you." What was next... "A hero to me is someone who regardless of everything he could lose or gain, does the right thing. And that's what I want to become...do the right thing, so that this world can be a little better for everyone."

Once done, he sat down and deeply exhaled. That went a lot better than he thought. Speaking in front of many people wasn't exactly his specialty after all.

[User]
NOEL

Honestly when Kou reached out to touch the light, Carol withdrew the light and raised another hand stopping him. She literally was about to explain why it wasn't a good idea but then the teacher got everything started. This made Carol snap to attention. Class was starting, ready to learn. Ready to be a hero. She'd talk with Kou later... maybe others too. A deep breath to center herself and the field of energy dissipated, the lights dimmed and she was back to normal.

It was a combination of keeping her eyes on Mako Sensei and then looking to each member of the room in kind. Her notebook, something quite childish designs with stickers on it that said 'Property of Carol Tenebaum' in felt marker, hit the desk and she was writing as fast as she could, giving every face to a name. It helped her remember.

Licorice - Donny Yang
Soap Box - Kouji Majima
Violet - Yukari Yozakura *Friend 1*
Phones - Horiyama Kousuke *Friend 2*
Sigourney Weaver - Dulga Tarata *Def secret badass*
Snooze Button - Junko Kurowai, and incidentally the information of the teacher and her previous villain past made Carol kind of pause as her antlers flashed red for just a second. She wanted to look up the teacher on her phone but considering her turn might come up, thought against it. It was scary, but kind of exciting.
Panda Hood - Hana Saki
Eyebrows - Alice Nova
Cute Angel <3 - Acion Nakamiji

And then as the room was called out, she realized as each talked, they had a bunch of good reasons. Awesome reasons. Better reasons. Her pen stopped as she suddenly came to the realization. Why did she want to be a hero? The finger made it to her in that moment, and she dropped her pen. Her antlers shimmered and flashed with greens reds and purples before she stood up and loudly announced with reddened cheeks. "Hi! I mean- Hi every- everyone." She stammered a little before centering herself. "My name'sh Carol Tenebaum from Alashka, United Shtatesh. A hero ish, a hero ish... well- shuper cool I guessh." She said kind of being a loss for words. "They help people and people love them for it. And, uhh I kind of want that." She began to play with her fingers, her antler lights going crazy. "I mean, I like to help people, and it feelsh good to help people. I love doing it." She realized she was blabbering. She gave a nervous smile before sitting back down. "If that makesh any shenshe."

[Assistant]
The teacher reminded him of a fox. Kouki didn't actually think people like that existed in real life, people who radiated "suspicious person" vibes while stretching their lips up into a fake smile and having their eyes opened only just enough to see a sliver of the world around them, but, well, she was a villain, after all. As class started and she began opening her mouth to speak, the gray-haired youth pulled his headphones off, letting it hang off his neck.

He wished he hadn't. Maybe then he could've just pretended he didn't hear anything.

A self-introduction was fine, but to ask for a topic as heavy as what heroism is? While also going as deeply personal as where their heroic aspirations come from? Good lord, where all teachers here gonna be so direct? It was one thing to tell his parents, but another to tell a total stranger, in a class full of somewhat-strangers. Kouki's eyes settled into a dark glare as he tunneled into himself, hoping Mako would fuss over other students first and give him time to fake his way through questions he hadn't yet thought about. Maybe he could plagiarize?

…

Fuck, he couldn't do it. Except for one person, everyone was either a UA-wannabe or someone whose ideals of heroism stemmed from the purity of wanting to be 'useful' to their nation, or just straight-up both. And that one person who had a different thing to say? They were even more cringe-worthy. They want to be a strong? Had Kouki stepped into another dimension here? No way in hell he could repeat what the others had said with any of the same level of r-

That fox-woman's finger settled onto him, and in that instant, the entire classroom's attention shifted from the cheery, bubbling, cutesy reindeer girl to him. Yep, he really hated it when people pointed.

Seconds passed, tension building up.

Kouki's gaze shifted upwards towards the fox-woman. Like ripping off a bandaid. Like pulling out a thorn. The faster, the better.
He stood up, hands slamming onto his desk as he did so. Rather anger or irritation, it was a cold detachment that emanated from his posture, his body tense with restrained violence.

"Sendachi Kouki."

He sat back down, the legs of the chair clattering against the classroom floor.

Welp, there went his high school debut.


[System]
Age: 16

Power: Currently Unknown. But his powers seem to deprive from the creature that is part of him, be it a manifestation of emotions or just a part of him that grew in power over the rest of him, no one will be able to know. Outside the host body, the being would manifest into a black cloud in the form of an animal, any animal it chooses. In this state, James would be faster and more agile, and the creature would be able to fight alongside him. But in this state is when James would be at his most powerful but most vulnerable as well. If the being was inside, James wouldn't die to just anything, a bullet to the brain would mostly likely only cause a scratch as the being strengthens his body. But outside, the being would leave it's more vulnerable part inside him. Thus it would push the pain and injuries on James, showing in minor injures that slowly start to increase in severity.

Appearance:

Bio: James was a strange child, even from birth. People and parents saying they found things happening around him, whenever he was in danger that he came out alive and well where others would be dead. At the age of 7 would be when it was found out what was happening with him, a group of bullies pushed him around and finally corner him. Him with a black eye and looking like he was going to be hurt more, but suddenly the bullies were being hurt. Being pushed around and even tossed around a bit as a dark cloud flowed from a cut on the top of his hand that never healed. Opening to show the darkness flowing from it and attacking the bullies. Sending them running before taking at first the look of a cat. The darkness flowing around it as it looked at him, that day was when things changed for the child. Thrown out after the stories became increasing against him, he never trusted others. Even those he thought he could trust betrayed him. He was seeing it more and more while on the streets with the creature that called itself a "Void" as a friend. He saw people like him, different and strange, bullied and hurt and rejected by society. He didn't like such prejudice against people like him. Soon him and his "Friend" would be doing what they can. Stealing from the usual "Normal" Society and giving to the supernaturals. Finding homes for others. Cautious about others but always trying to be a friend to those that he can learn to trust. After spending some time at an orphanage, he and Neric would have stumbled upon a flyer to the camp. James having to convince his friend to go, soon the two would have been on their way to the camp and to what may hopefully be some time away from everything.

James: "So what's the plan today my shadowy friend?"

Neric: "I believe that you can't plan the future, it's in constant motion. We can only think, hope and see about what will be."

James: "I couldn't agree with you more."

[User] Neric would look over at her, getting up as James pats the seat next to him. Smiling softly as his gaze goes for her. "Of course, don't think we would forget you Cecilia." James would smile happily, the little Void walking over on all fours legs and rub up against her leg. Purring softly before letting her sit, walking back over to James and sitting between the two. "Well that didn't take long at all, thought I was going to miss you when it came to the next activity." He would say both jokingly and teasingly, his hand going and petting Neric gently. The Void curled up and just looking to the fire, motionless but he's almost always motionless. So it's nothing new really.

[Assistant]
Sitting next to James and joining him in petting the shrouded cat between them, Cecilia could sense that James was having a bit of fun with her, but she couldn't help bu feel more than a little self conscious about being late and so forth. "I-I didn't think I was that late. I had to leave some things at my cabin and...!
-oh forget it
" Cecilia came to fully realize how flustered she was getting and just turned her head towards the pit, letting out a slight whine, her face minutely red and frustrated. She knew it was all in good fun however, and tried to think of something to talk about. "They said that the activity will have something to do with outdoor survival or something like that. I've forgotten if you've mentioned it or not, but do you have much experience camping in the wilderness, James?" she curiously asked, looking to him again, a trace of a smirk again. She didn't want to assume anything, but even if James hadn't the experience, there was also a chance Neric did.

[User] Jack looked at Val. "Well, if we're in groups, I can summon some athletes to surround us and let us do whatever. Oh, and Shakespeare! He can actually still speak. It's awesome." He grinned at her. "If we're doing a normal sport. What would be important in surviving the outdo-" He stopped. "Archery? That would be slightly lame."

[Assistant] James would watch Cecilia get flustered, smiling as he spoke. "I was just joking there Cecilia, don't be too worried about it." He would say as he bumps Neric a bit to scoot closer to her. The Void wouldn't seem to mind too much as he moves over a bit, just getting comfortable again as James chuckles. Looking to Cecilia as he smiles, nodding and showing he heard her and that he did have experience. "Ya, a good amount actually. Though I bet Neric knows more then both of us to be honest. But ya we have plenty of experience." Nodding as he looks at her, showing he has lived more then once in the woods.

[User] Cecilia nodded attentively; she could have probably guessed that James and Neric would have a good amount of wilderness survival experience under their belts, but was pretty intrigued nonetheless. "That's good to hear. I have like no experience at all so I hope you two wouldn't mind giving me a few pointers now and again," she replied, scratching the back of Neric's ears as she turned her head to look at James, her smile growing significantly. There was a fair chance that there may have been more than one occasion where the two of them may have camped out because of necessity as opposed to preference, so she was reluctant to dwell on the subject herself. But she was happy that she wasn't going into this without anyone to help her should it come to that. She'd be a lot more anxious otherwise.

[Assistant] Neric would purr softly as Cecilia scratched behind his ears, his eyes closed slightly as James looks at her. Hopefully he and Neric would be able to help her, both to make sure she can get through this and to spend a bit more time with her. Nodding as he helps her scratch between Neric's ear. [color=yellow]"Ya of course, always more then happy to help. Though your smart Cecilia, I bet you'll understand it on your own." Trying to compliment her as his hand brushes up against hers, that feeling running through his hand. It was nice, it was a nice feeling. Thinking on the activity as well, what would the counselors have in store for them this time.

[User]
"WE BETTER GO TO THE FIREPIT. KYLE WON'T WANT TO SEE US FOR AWHILE." Ivy was sad that her brother had left her. He had never left her alone before. She felt alittle scared. She wasn't hood at controlling herself. Kyle was a safe guard. She knew that if she got out of control her brother could make sure that she didn't hurt anyone. Ivy knew her power was one of the most dangerous ones. Especially in the woods.

"THERE IS A WATERFALL BY THE LAKE. KYLE PROBABLY WENT THERE. HE KNOWS I WON'T GO NEAR THE LAKE." Ivy answered why Links said Kyle might be in trouble. It wasn't likely that her brother was in trouble. Kyle never got into trouble. He was most likely sitting on the edge of the lake looking at the water. Her brother would have wanted something comforting and he always found water relaxing.

[Assistant] Lin grimaced at the second bit of news and Ivy's casual faith in her brother. She tried to put a hand on the younger girl's shoulder to get the other's full attention span. "Your brother seems very capable. I just want to make sure he's alright." She paused, taking a deep breath, then continuing in her most assertive voice. "My power gave me a possible vision that your brother might fall down that waterfall. Could you please take me to the top of it? We can check the fire pit first just to make sure he didn't go straight there. If he did, then everything should be fine." A wisp of smoke curled up through Lin's fingers, but oddly enough Ivy's heat didn't bother Lin much. She'd always loved heat...which she supposed was one of the main reasons she hadn't been anxious to leave her birth city of San Francisco.

[User]
Ivy bounced out of the cafeteria. She started toward the firepit. But it wasn't long before she got distracted. Shortly after leaving the building she saw a bird and started following it. Unlike Lin Ivy wasn't worried about her brother. As far as she was concerned he was indestructible. He had looked after her for as long as she could remember. He was the strongest person that she knew.

Kyle had thought about going to the lake but he didn't because the counselors were about to start a new activity. He wouldn't break the rules just because he was mad. He sat on the far side of the firepit and waited for the counselors to start. It looked like they were waiting for everyone to arrive. He looked around it looked most of the campers had gathered.

[Assistant]
Lin jogged after a bouncy Ivy toward the fire pit. When Ivy's path began to stray, she followed the younger girl with her eyes. Upon seeing Ivy start chasing a bird, she called out, "Hey Ivy! Remember where we're supposed to be? There'll be plenty of birds at the fire pit. C'mon girl!" Now suddenly she was the one giving orders. The hypocrisy of that struck her. Was it really that easy to turn into Kyle, bossing somebody else around?

No, she shook her tangled blonde mane vigorously. It was all about delivery. Ivy didn't need to have a Gestapo escort; she needed to be around open-minded people with a hankering for fun. Lin stopped in her tracks and closed her eyes, concentrating on the flap of the robin's wings as Ivy chased it. The older girl traced that flapping pattern back, back....there. The robin's nest was only three trees over in a sizeable willow. Yep, she reflected mildly as she started out towards her objective. The past was definitely simpler than the stupid misty future.

Lin jogged over to the tree, then scrambled about a quarter of the way up with adroit footwork. The sharp white willow bark chafed her bare knees as she held on with three limbs, extending her right arm as far up as she could ahead of her. She didn't want to risk going too high up, so when she finally spotted the nest after a few seconds she wasn't high enough to see anything inside. Instead, she felt around with her hand and came down with a small-ish, speckled blue robin egg. She descended the tree carefully, very aware of Ivy's progress bird-chasing as well as the precious cargo.

Jogging over behind Ivy, not even winded, Lin said, "Hey Ivy, look what I found! You don't need to chase that bird! I used my power to find its nest! Want to keep this little guy warm while we head down to the fire pit? Just be careful not to get him too hot or he'll melt!" She extended her hand toward the younger girl, the beautiful egg resting in the center of her palm. No matter what Ivy decided, they needed to get a move on so they wouldn't be late.

[User]
@grandia20 @LiegeLord @Mangrale @LiegeLord @Blueflame @Vampy @KimmiNinja
"We will convert many types of activities this summer. But today we will start teaching you one that is very important for the woods. Today we will teach you the beginnings of rock climbing. Now this won't be the rock climbing you've done on walls in school. This is real and will be dangerous. So first everyone will be fitted with a helmet, gloges, and a harness." The counselors explained. It was natural that the kids would be curious and would want to explore so they wanted to make sure they could do so safely.

Ivy had a very short attention span. She had only followed the bird a short distance before she saw a squirrel and started following it instead. But she only followed that for a minute until she saw a butterfly. Once again she followed the creature that caught her attention. This was one of the reasons that Kyle watched Ivy so closely. She never paid attention to where she was going and would easily get lost.

[Assistant] "sounds like fun" max said to himself even though technically he didn't need to climb. He looked around the fire pit to see if he knew any one.

[User] "Oh, well, maybe you're right..." Cecilia blushed mildly, when she felt James' hand. Upon noting how good it felt, she also thought of how good Neric must be feeling with all the attention. She didn't want the Void to feel left out, and so told herself that she'd have her time with James later on. Somehow, she was sure he wouldn't mind. Along with everyone else, she then looked to the counselors as they revealed what they'll be doing, her hand freezing over Neric, her mind already visualizing the whole thing. "... Or maybe not..." she nervously spoke, her hand closing and pulled closer to her in an apprehensive posture. She looked down at her four legged friend and then at James somewhat anxiously, just dreading the how stressed she was going to get, let alone the activity itself.

[Assistant] "Rock climbing? That's interesting."  Val's powers could turn useful in this endeavor but it would be better to save up her energy for other activities. She then looked over to the safety gear and then to Jack and laughed. She couldn't picture the both of them suited up in safety gear, it seemed silly. "I guess we have no choice but to wear these." And picks up 2 pairs of helmet, gloves, and harnesses for her and Jack, handing one to him. She gives him a grin, "I bet by the end of this, I can climb faster than you can."


[System]
Age: 26

Height: 5'5

Weight: 125

Class: Mercenary

Race: Wood Elf

Weapons & Equipment:
Weapons: Bow & arrows which she can infuse with light magic (limited by her low skill in magic), two hidden dirk daggers (typically strapped to the inside of her thigh highs), an assortment of lethal poisons.
Satchel: Holds her lethal poisons, a variety of herbs chosen for their specific medicinal and some lethal qualities, bandages, waterskin, golden locket necklace, 57 Silver and 5 gold.

Skills and Abilities: Nylah is a high level archer, rarely missing her mark. She is proficient in stealth, hand-to-hand combat (though she prefers to avoid it) and can be extremely charismatic. She can use very few light spells, but is not skilled in the art and usually only dabbles with it when she needs the extra punch in her arrow shots (the use of magic often shows itself in intricate golden design on her skin).

Bio: The only home Nylah can remember is a damp, cold shack in the middle of the lovely Knight Islands Port towns, raised by a gruff bastard of a man called Terk. He was tough, as Dwarf's typically are, and would often tell her that she ought to be grateful towards him. According to Terk, Nylah had been abandoned in the middle of the frostwood forest of Ispar when she was only four years old. Of course Nylah had no memory of that, so she took his word for it. Terk would go on to take Nylah home with him, though not out of the kindness of his heart. He had no desire to care for a needy child the rest of her miserable life, he had other plans. When Nylah was of age, 8 years old to be precise, Terk could cash in and sign her up for a life of mercenary work. Young ones donated to the "school" could bring in at least 100 gold if not more. Nylah would never know what Terk received for her, but after he handed her over to the training program that was the last she ever saw of the old dwarf.

The school was very obviously illegal, especially to work children to the bone as they did, but no one in the Knight Islands seemed to care. They were all criminals of some sort, so it seemed. The children were just working to fit in. To survive there, really.

Nylah would prove to be one of their top trainee's, showing her skill with a bow and arrow very early on. They honed in on this skill and over the years would mold her into a killer. Someone who could take an assassination contract and not bat an eyelash, as long as they got paid. At first they would send you out on simple things; steal a couple jewels, threaten a noble family, get some information out of people. The school would benefit 100% of the profit from these contracts. Eventually, at age 16 for Nylah, they would send her out on her own and expect her to find her own contracts. To bring in the big money for them, which meant find someone who wanted someone else "eliminated". She did it, and she gave the school 50% of the profits for the next 5 years of being on her own. After that they trusted her enough to take less of a cut, knowing she was a reliable source of income. She learned from other examples that if you didn't bring in the money, or tried to separate yourself from them, you'd be met with a cold steel blade against your throat in the middle of the night.

Today, she continues to take contracts and travel across the world. She has grown to enjoy her work, despite every so often when whats left of her conscience reminds her of how many lives she's ended whether they were corrupted or not.

[User]
Dalious gave a hard left hook to the first person he saw after the punch, knocking the culprit out. When chaos assumed around him, he turned to look and see his fellow companions had entered the bar and had taken seat. He made his way over to them, clocking another random person along the way.

"Glad you lot made it, I've made some coin," he said and tossed the coin pouch over to Gwyneria for safe keeping. "By the way they started this, and since I'm in my prime, I'll have to finish it."

He gave Gwyneria a wink just before some random guy smashed a chair over Dalious' back and back head, which knocked him out cold as his unconcious body flopped onto Gwenarias lap.

[Assistant]
Cicero Bladewalker

Cicero listened to Gwyn with a thoughtful countenance. He replied with the utmost sincerity, "Cyrano...I like it." Just then Dalious broke their cover by walking straight over to them. "So much for our disguises.." Cicero thought.

Suddenly a chair bashed over Dalious and knocked the rapscallion out. Cicero rolled his eyes and breathed a heavy sigh. He had to step in now. Jumping up, his cloak whirred behind him as he began boxing the man who brought Dalious down. A left hook here, a right jab there, a left cross. Bam Bam WHAM! The man was on the ground before he knew it. Not taking time to admire his work, Cicero hoisted Dalious over his shoulder and muttered to Gwyn, "Time to go." Then he made his way out the back exit. If he wasn't interrupted he would attempt to leave the area and reconvene somewhere else.

[User]
Nylah Aldaos

(I rolled a 2 so Nylah definitely didn't notice anyone in particular Haha!)

As the barkeep slid over the pint of ale, Nylah slid over a few silver coins toward him in exchange. As he leaned towards her, she locked eyes with him and a subtle smirk appeared on her lips as he questioned her. "Guys like you?" she retorted in a sarcastic tone. "Why, I think you're quite handsome." She looked him up and down with her emerald eyes. He wasn't exactly her type, but she was sure someone out there could find him handsome. "I've seen worse." She grinned at him before taking long swig of the ale, playful eyes peering over the edge at him.

"At least you're not stupid." She chuckled a bit. "I'd say that's attractive." She leaned against the bar, further removing the space between them. "I'll tell it to ya straight," one gold goin appeared between her fingers "I'm looking for a man named Dalious. You know him? The infamous pirate." She pushed the gold coin towards him on the table, though still holding possession over it with her fingers, indicating that she would pay him for information. "I'm looking to join his crew." She held his gaze, smiling innocently at him over the counter.

Just then a loud crash from across the room caused her to break eye contact and grip the coin back into the palm of her hand securely. She looked to where the sound came from and eyed the group curiously. A man flopped over into a woman's lap and broken pieces of a chair sprawled across the floor. The surrounding group burst into laughter and then cheered as another man sprung to his feet and began to box the man who had smashed a chair over the unconscious mans head. She raised her brows and then glanced back at the barkeep for a brief moment. "This happen often?" She almost laughed, then looked back as the unconscious man was hoisted up by what was seemingly his friend who had just defended the man. She watched as they left through a back exit, finding it odd that they would take that exit versus the front. "Interesting..." She thought, turning back to the barkeep, "Know anything about that group?"

[Assistant]
Black Jack's Roost

Cicero Bladewalker, Dalious, & Gwyneria
,@Sol Grim
Gwyn sighed, collected the dropped off bag, and followed after Cicero as the remnants of the fight continued on around them. One would think that a PIRATE with a price on his head would know something about being discrete. But of course she'd find out that she'd been saddled with two imbeciles (though in very different ways), but the objective right now was to make it back to the ship intact. Since her knight was occupied carrying the lughead around, that left her in need of watching out for threats on the way there. As most of her concentration was taken up though in navigating the main bar fight without injury, she missed a certain observant fellow elf at the bar.

The street the merry band exited onto would have been a typical closed in alleyway if the bright seaside sunshine hadn't shone through. Gwyn's eyes darted around the street, only to consider it a reasonable certainty that they was not anyone nearby. She sighed in relief before asking her companion, "Straight shot to the ship or a more roundabout way? If we have attracted unfortunate attentions, shaking anyone following us off would be the safer bet. However, unless our fearless captain wakes up, we have a high chance of getting lost in this town and attracting attention from other threats we do not want to deal with."
Nylah Aldaos
Muse
The barkeep shook his head as he looked at the gold coin. "Unfortunately lass, I don'nae know anything worth a gold coin. I've only been employed here two weeks." He pointed at the group in question as they passed through the remaining barfight. "I've never seen that group before in me life and frankly, those two not unconscious are too conspicuous looking to be regulars to this kind of dive. Look like they're trying too hard to play the part of regular customers, especially with those hoods." Then he pointed towards the other side of the room where a squinty eyed older pirate sat out of the fight, still smoking his pipe. "He's among the oldest regulars here. If anyone knows about Dalious or any of the famous rogues, it'd be Old Deke."

Will Nylah pursue this source of potential info or follow the strange group out of curiosity or gut feeling?

[User]
Cicero Bladewalker
Cicero looked at Gwyn and replied, "Let us go a more roundabout way. Perhaps we can lose any pursuers and our 'Captain' will wake up in the meantime." Cicero chose an alleyway to delve into that was particularly dark. If he just stayed with the sun as his compass he shouldn't get too poorly lost.

Then he remembered Gwyn's magic, "Do you happen to have any magic that could either trick our pursuers or give us direction?" Having an adept mage on their side was a boon that he could not pass up so easily. Cicero had lost count of all the times she had come through for him. This situation was no exception.

[Assistant]
Dalious

Dalious' eyes opened slightly as the trio made the way back. He heard Cicero speaking to Gwyn about being potentially lost and kept his mouth shut. His head still throbbed from being hit and his body ached, so he just simply let the knight carry him off further. It wasn't until his groin started hurting that he spoke up, "Hey, easy around the potholes I've a delicate form!"

It was here that he tossed and moved until he was standing on his own two feet again. "Thank you kind sir I've got it from here, oh my head!" He closed his eyes and rubbed his temples. "I was dreaming of beautiful women and endless wine, now I'm back here with you two, ugh. Where the hell are we anyway?"

He took a quick turn to look at the buildings around them and remembered they were still basically where he left off. "Right. I'd say we're going the right way, are we being pursued? If you do use any magic, best not let any see. These people are crazed and unpredictable, the burning fire mob type if you catch my drift. I say we keep heading this way a bit longer." Dalious turned a serious gaze toward the knight. "Would it be too soon to ask for you to carry me the rest of the way, fine sir?"


[System]
Alias - The Bull

Age - 23

Personality - Loyal, Silent, Patient

Powers - Ma'vern's only true powers are his enhanced strength and durability. Neither are anywhere near a Daxamite's abilities, but if given the opportunity he could hold his own against one for some time.

Weaknesses - Although his strength and durability are greater than most, allowing him to take more punishment than others, if enough damage is done to him he can still be hurt or killed.

Appearance -

BRIEF Bio - Ar'asom was not one to let others be hurt by those that believed they could harm just because it was within their power. This caused him to develop his skills quickly as he was often in fights, defending one person or another, throughout most of his childhood. By the time he was 17, his prowess in fighting had become common knowledge, and he began to make his way in the world selling his abilities out as a bodyguard.

Two years after leaving Varva he caught his first big break and was hired by the Elders of Rann, mainly because with Adam Strange off world at the time the Elders wanted to have some protection they could count on. For nearly a month he did little else besides sit around and watch over the Elders as they performed their duties. It wasn't until the Persuader and her atomic axe cut through a door that he believed he wouldn't have anything to really do. The two quickly became locked in battle, and after some time Ar'asom was able to disarm and subdue the Persuader. Only once they battle had ended that he realized that Adam Strange had returned to Rann, and upon surveying the damage that had been down between the two did he mutter a popular Earth idiom that led to Ar'asoms' alias.

Afterwards his name quickly spread and he was hired by more and more high profile clients. At 20 he was hired by members of the United Plantes to protect Alexander Mason. To Ar'asom it was like any other job, but unlike most jobs he and Alexander became friends. Ar'asom continued to serve as a bodyguard for him over the next few years until Alexander asked him to join the Legion.

Notes - The payment from one of his first high profile clients was a meeting with the Warlords of Okaara where he was trained in all forms of martial combat and the philosophy of combat and the humanities.

[User]
Spinning out of events currently developing in Young Justice 2022 comes the Legion like you've never seen them before. The year 2022 sees a new band of cosmic misfits enter the expanded RP universe with a bang. Working jobs for the United Planets, chasing down the galaxy's most wanted, and making time for a little bit of adventuring and exploring on alien worlds is all in a day in the life on their ship, the Jumper [piloted by a smaller sized Krolotean]. The Legion does whatever they can to pass the time and try to make an honest living travelling across the stars. They could do some good today. Or things could go bad. Often, it's both.

So the year is 2022 and the United Planets are beginning to take shape across the galaxy with even more opposition than what has been seen in LoSH comics. Sentinel, Supergirl, and a team of cosmic misfits answer the call to defend freedom and the occasional princess in this RP that also sees us taking bizarre missions from the United Planets as well as taking on the occasional bounty on some of the galaxy's most wanted criminals across five sectors. Unlike the LoSH in the future of the DCU, this Legion will have silver flight belt buckles [made from Nth metal from Thanagar] rather than gold rings. And while they can't translate any language, there will be devices all around the galaxy to help with that. Something resembling Skeets.

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Rules:

1.) No back-to-back posting.

2.) PAY ATTENTION TO DETAIL AND SET-UPS!!

3.) Make sense. If we can't make heads or tails of your posts they're likely to get skipped over.

4.) Get permission before using another player's character in your posts if it involves changing the scene or making actions. Everybody will take beatings in this game in battle however, so don't get pissed if you get punched or blasted into a wall by the bad guys!

5.) Problems with the game or players should be sent directly to me through PM's. I don't want a bunch of bickering in the OOC.

6.) Abandoned characters will be used as NPC's or killed off within the context of the story.

7.) "I was waiting for [insert player/character] to make a move" is not an excuse to not post.

8.) There is no rule #8.

9.) My word is law.

10.) Obey the law.

11.) In the event that I'm offline for any period of time, the deputy GM (Aro) will take control and HIS word will then be law.

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GM Notes 3/16/15 :Game on.

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"Here's how it is..." Alexander said while everyone got settled in as the Krolotean's ship lifted off and began to fly out of the planet Earth's atmosphere...

"We take missions from the United Planets, go after the occasional bounty, just whatever the stars bring our way. Right now, we're chasing after that red ring that just caused all that chaos in California. You still with me, or are you already thinking about going back?" he asked as Supergirl gazed out the window of the star cruiser.

"I'm fine. Just in awe is all." said Supergirl.

"Good. Cause you missed your window to bail about two and a half minutes ago." Sentinel responded.

"This red ring will be the death of me. Despite my powers coming from that whale looking Green Lantern, I don't much care for jewelry that can wipe out worlds. I'd have destroyed it even if the United Planets weren't paying us. With Hob's ship we travel over one hundred and thirty sectors in no time at all on the trail. Then I see it up ahead from the window... Thanagarian starships and about three dozen wingmen. Do they know about the ring... or did one of the boys piss them off somewhere I didn't know about?" Sentinel thinks walking around the ship and coming up to the windows.

Alexander Mason runs to the cockpit as Hob is already preparing for a conflict. He presses the red alert and an alarm and flashing light go off throughout the ship. A worried look comes across the face of their resident super-person.

"This isn't anything we haven't dealt with before, so don't worry. Never this many Thanagarians at once, but..." Sentinel said before the ship took a hit from the approaching starship.

"Ar'asom, how do you operate in space... you need one of the trans-suits in the back? We need your muscle out there!" Sentinel asked rushing through the ship.

~KL~

[Assistant]
Collab between Lord Wraith and BlackSam

The Jumper made its way through the asteroid belt as Hob expertly handled the controls. Shaking from another impact of enemy laser, Hob cursed angrily under his breath as the Thanagarian cruiser continued to give chase.

<"I knew I should have re-stocked the weapons before we took off! But no, we have no funds because someone decided rations were more important than ammunition!"> He yelled.

"That's why you should get a sword. Swords never need restocking. Swords are like. . . infinite ammo." Answered Rane mildly. He had draped himself carelessly over the main passenger seat, the Sword of the Skyfather cradled tenderly in his arms. For a man  who was currently a passenger in the middle of a intense, intergalactic dog fight he seemed incredibly calm and composed. It made Hob look even more enraged in comparison.

"Besides, I gave Sentinel an alternative to buying more rations, but he shot me down when I suggested we just eat you. Probably thinks we'd choke on all the lil bones. . . ."

Or maybe he tastes as bad as he smells?

"Equally valid point."

<"WHAT!"> Hob turned around raising his mechanical arm and pointing his welding laser at Rane. <"Try it! I'll turn you into, what was it... barbecue faster than you can draw that over-sized sliver of metal."> The gremlin screamed before turning back to the controls. <"You want a sword! I'll show you a sword!"> He yelled before ripping open the control panel in front of him and pulling a couple fuses before plugging them into other slots.

<"Full power to the forward shields, additional power to afterburners."> Hob slammed the controls down as he back-flipped the ship, spinning it over as he righted the vessel before steering it directly towards the bridge of the cruiser.

Rane's lipless mouth curved up in what could have been a snarl, but was equally likely to be a smile. Either way it wasn't the prettiest of sights. One would be forgiven for thinking that the Canmorian, a self professed lover of battle, had tricked his Krolotean comrade into turning his escape attempt into a full frontal charge. If that was the case then Hob needed to have a good look at his priorities.

That hairless monkey is so malleable. And he thinks he is the smart one.

"He can't help it," Rane said aloud. "It's small creature syndrome. He has much to prove, overcompensating for his small size you see." Talking aloud, seemingly to himself, was quite a common trait for the Canmorian. Just another of his many, many, many curious habits that led to others thinking he was cracked.

You're small for your species, aren't you Rane? Explains so much.

The Canmorian's eyes narrowed in annoyance.

"Quiet Sword. No one asked you."

Oh, don't be like that Rane. But the Lizard man wasn't talking to the weapon any longer, instead fixing all his attention upon the swiftly oncoming cruiser. He still seemed completely at ease, though the fidgeting of his fingers gave him away, talon digits running up and down the sweat-stained leather of the Sword of the Skyfather's hilt.

All around the Jumper, debris exploded as the small ship burst through the cruiser. Wall after wall impacting against the hull as Thanagarian soldiers flew each and every way. All across the controls, the display began to flash and glow red, yellow and various other warning colors.

<"Stupid hunk of junk!"> Hob said smashing his fists down on the controls as the ship came to a halting stop. The vacuum of space behind them suddenly disappeared as the Thanagarian ship's own safety measures kicked in and seal off the hull breach. Winged soldiers in full armor slowly surrounded the vessels as they leveled weapons towards the cockpit.

<"Exit the vessel with your hands up!"> The lead officer said as Hob turned around in his seat. Things had been tense in this region of space since the Thanagarian-Rann war had begun but the United Planets had known what to expect when they sent the ship into this sector. It was missions like this that made hiring mercs like Rane logical.

<"Well, go do your slice-y thing!"> Hob shouted angrily as he walked passed the reptilian man. Retrieving his exo-suit, Hob climbed into his controls as the suit closed around him.

<"I am not being taken down by a bunch of overgrown avians!"> He yelled at Rane.


[System]
Age:
 20

Ethnicity:
 Nativie American.

Height:
 6' even

Weight:
 140Ib

Family:
 Tacanipiluta / Red Tomahawk (father)
 Kimimela/ Butterfly (mother)
 Ojinjintka / Wild Rose (little sister)
 Tatonga / Large Deer (younger brother and the youngest family member)

Skills:
 A skilled hunter and warrior of his tribe who is open to interacting with the White Man but is still very suspicious of them.

[User]
Amelia pressed a hand to her heart and let out a breathless laugh. "Oh stars on high!" She exclaimed in relief, "I thought you were a cougar or frightening beast!" Her observation skills out in the plains were probably not what they should be. But then again she was close to home. Didn't everyone let down their guard some when they were close to home?

She smiled warmly and set her gather of flowers to the side. Examining the native that had come to water his horse, like many did during the trading season, she wondered just what the tribes fed their men to make them get as tall as this one. He was a sight that would make even a grown man faint. Tall and broad-shouldered, his skin was bronzed by the sun and his eyes were as deep shadows. Long straight hair let to fall about loosely around his shoulders and arms, he was worlds different than any man of Rolling Hills.

While most men were built like stout strong barns, this man had the appearance of both power and agility. Someone who could leap onto a bare-back horse with ease and grace. Grace was most certainly not a word she would use to describe Zachary... But the difference between the two men was as different as water and fire.

She pushed a stray strand of curling copper hair behind her ear and picked up the rations she had taken from the pantry that morning. With a breezy smile, she patted the basket and gestured to him from across the pond. "You came into town to trade, right? Is there any meat I can barter from you?"

[Assistant]
Most white people would argue that he was a frightening beast, and that he was ten times worse than meeting a cougar. She simply laughed and waved it off. Attacking Hawk didn't move any closer to the water, let alone around the pond. Instead he stood there between his two horses and let them have their fill. He was just about to pick up the reins and move on when the white woman spoke to him again, this time inquiring about trade.

Attacking Hawk turned to look at her. As far as he knew white women usually didn't have anything to do with trading or any sort of business at all, and he wasn't certain exactly how much he could trust her. Nor did he know what she had to give in return, but that was easily rectifiable.

"Medicine. Have white medicine? Trade medicine." He spoke a bit slowly to make sure that he pronounced the words correctly. Roaring Thunder Bird was the expert on the white man's language, not Attacking Hawk.

He prayed to the spirits that the White Man's medicine would help his sister.

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Whether is was because she had been sheltered by her mother or because she had known her father to be friendly towards the Indians, Amelia was friendly with this one. But if she weren't would she really find what she was looking for? The likelihood of this brave having what she was looking for was slim, but you never knew until you tried, right? And it was important to find it.

After her father's death, it had been Amelia who had taken up the trading. She didn't know much of the tribal languages, but she did know some of the sign language. Other than that, she usually assumed the natives who wished to trade would now some English. And usually that assumption was right. Usually. Just like how she knew that the pond was a well traveled watering spot for those who passed through.

He was calm and stoic to her, like most natives around white people. Well, tag was alright. She didn't need friendly conversation from him, just to look at whatever he was going to trade before he got to the trading post. But when he asked if she had any medicine, she got a bit confused.

"Medicine? What kind of medicine?" She asked from across the pond. Her voice carried on the wind, bouncing off the glass-like water. The air still had the cool grey-blue mist of morning in it. The sky was only lit by the teasing tendril of the rising sun. Once that ball of fire broke over the horizon, the sky would ignite into a burst of warm colors to soak the land in it's golden blush.

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Now how could he explain things properly in a language that he didn't know all that well? It took a moment to sit down on the edge of the water of the pond, letting the two horses wander off to graze nearby, but Attacking Hawk waited for longer as he carefully chose words from his limited repertoire. Only when he was certain that he had chosent he best ones did he actually speak to answer her question.

"Medince for much-" he mimicked coughing. Then he put a hand on his forehead like a mother usually did when checking the temperature. "Hurts much." He tapped his nose. "Full. No air." And finally he touched his throat. "Hurts much, no speak. Long sick. Is White Man sick. Understand?"

He wondered how she could help him out at all. She wasn't an official trader in Rolling Hills, and he didn't see any special medicine with her. The shaman had tried all known cures that he knew to help Wild Rose, and it hadn't worked. This was one of the diseases that the whites had brought with them so they should have the medicine necessary.

"Have white medicine?" Attacking Hawk asked once more.

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Amelia waited patiently for him to speak. She set the basket on her hip, and took in the sight of him. Truthfully she should be anxious, because with the rising sun, her mother would rise as well, and the social queen of their small town did not look kindly on Indians. It wasn't that she hated them, more like she felt very uncomfortable around them and saw them as she saw beggars. A terribly small-mind way of seeing the view, when the nanny that had raised Amelia and Heather had been half-native. But there wasn't much anyone could do to change that woman's point of view on anything. Even her father had hardly any power to sway his wife, when he had been alive.

But that was why she had picked the flowers. Talking to Native American braves before the sun rose was not a decent pass time, no, but picking wild flowers was. And it seemed as though Amelia would have to convince this brave to come back to the house somehow. She had brought food and bread, even a can of peaches, but not medicine.

Though from the sounds of it, his ill kin had Summer's End Sickness, or a 'cold' as many called it now. Something common among the settlers, but apparently not among the natives. The most one could do was keep the sick warm, comfortable and make sure they stayed well fed.

But then again it could also be scarlet fever or smallpox and she just wasn't able to understand. And for these two things there was little even a knowledgeable doctor could do. So perhaps she could give him some small medicine... Something her grandmother used to concoct to help invigorate the body, so it would be stronger to rid itself of illness. The tincture contained a good portion of clear alcohol made from potatoes mixed with elderberries, nettles, fennel, ginger, yellowroot, echinacea, Oregon grape root, holy basil, yarrow, cleavers, mint, rosemary, and sage.

It taste awful, but if taken before the sickness could take firm root in the body, it helped the body grow strong enough to defeat most illness. It wasn't any cure to serious disease, but it was a fighting chance.

Amelia signed to him, asking him if he would wait for a moment. She set her basket down and ran back towards the house. The sun was peeking over the horizon a bit more, birds now starting the exercises for their songs of the day. Slipping into the kitchen's pantry, she grabbed up the dusty jar of tonic and raced right back to where the Indian hopefully waited.

Finding him still there, she held up her prize with a smile. 'This is good medicine,' she signed, 'Wise woman of mother made. Trade with you. Trade for spinning sky wheel.' No that last part was all wrong.

"An engraved compass," she said out loud, eyes warily hopeful, "Do you have an engraved compass? It belonged to my father. It has his name on it."

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He watched her carefully. For a moment he wondered if he should tell her again, try to use a bit different words than before in hopes of being understood better. It wasn't the first time he had gotten something wrong, and it wouldn't be the first time a white person didn't understand. Or pretended not to understand what he was saying. Attacking Hawk didn't think that this woman was of the latter, though, her entire spirit shone bright and honest even in the short time they had been in each others presence.

When she used his sign language to ask him to wait, Attacking Hawk couldn't help but be surprised. Not many bothered to learn the language of the people, and even fewer bothered to learn the sign language. It made him wonder exactly where she had been taught how to do that, and by whom.

It was a thought that entertained him in the time he waited. A soft breeze teased at his hair and the grass and wheat, causing small ripples on the water of the pond. The world was waking up properly. Birds were starting to sing and greet the day, and even the two horses seemed to perk up a little bit as the sun made the thin mist disappear. A squirrel ran across a branch above him, and Attacking Hawk watched as it skipped nad hopped its way across three trees before it disappeared too deep amongst the trees for him to see.

It was at this point that the soft rustle of clothing and tall stalks of wheat alerted him, and he looked up. The white woman was coming back, and she was carrying something. Attacking Hawk frowned and stared at her. Had he understood her correctly? A sky wheel? Obviously he wasn't the only one who had trouble being understood in a different language.

"Understood 'father'." He pointed to himself. He knew what father meant, but he had no idea about any sky wheel. "Com-pass? En-gra-ved com-pass. What is en-gra-ved com-pass?"

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Amelia smiled, the jar held up in her hand. He watched her with deep dark eyes that did even hint at how he was feeling or what he thought of this entire situation. The cool morning wind blew through the fields, sweeping his long dark hair over his chest. She tired very hard not to stare. It was just that he was very much unlike anyone she knew. So exactly how did someone know where to start when it came to impressions of someone else who was completely foreign to them?

Well, perhaps not completely foreign. Her nanny had been half-Lakota, so that was a start. And she had often watched her father trade and speak with his Native American companions, so there was more foundation for her to start with. And of course she had seen many tribal parties go through their small town. They'd often stop to water their horses here and even trade for food if they needed or wanted to.

So with her small foundation of knowledge, she could build her opinion of him slowly. He didn't show much emotion outwardly, like many tribe men, but he had traveled into this area to get medicine for someone he knew. This showed he had kindness in him. And he was patient. Patient enough to wait for her to run all the way to her house and back. These were all good things.

And with her small observations of Indian men as far as appearance went... He wasn't bad looking at all. Tall, dark, mysterious handsome... Heather would have called him all these things without hesitation. Amelia was a bit more reserved when it came to this though. She was rather reserved around all men. With her experience, they could be overbearing and jump to conclusions that were less than comfortable. So she kept her own council. Her mother always had approved, though Amelia had the sneaking suspicion that Lady Shirewood desired her eldest daughter to be more proactive about finding a suitor to make her a wife.

Blinking such uneasiness away, she smiled even though he frowned. She turned a bit red at her own stumbled explanation of her father's compass. Well, at least he knew that what she was looking for belonged to her father. That was a good start. Now, how to explain a compass...

"Oh, well, it's a..." she forgot herself and returned to sign language, since it was probably a bit easier for him. It was hard enough telling him about a foreign object, but in a different language too? That was just asking for miscommunication.

'It is round and fits in the palm,' she signed, setting the jar in her basket so she could open her palm and draw a circle on it.

'It is harder than stone,' she signed, then added in her own language, "Metal that shines like silver."

'It forever points in on direction,' she added on in English, just in case, "It's always pointing North. Like the handle of the Little Dipper constellation always points to the North Star."

'There are white man words written into its back,' her signing got a bit odd towards the end, but she turned over her hand, drew a circle on it then patted the back. "It has words written into the metal. That is what 'engraved' means."

"We call it a 'compass'," she explained, "It helps you find your way when you're lost. I am looking for the one that belonged to my father. It was stolen when-" she stopped short, her smile faltering. "...when he died," Amelia finished a bit quietly.

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A round arrow that points north with white man words on one side. It sounded utterly ridiculous. If she wanted to find north all she had to do was look around her rather than at a metal rock in her hands. But the white man had always been so very odd in their ways. It wasn't his place to comment on it, especially not to a white woman with whom he hoped to trade. His sister's health depended on it, and Attacking Hawk had no intention of failing.

So he tried to think of anything that remotely looked or sounded like what she was signing and saying to him, and in the end he had to give up. Half of the reason, he suspected, was because he didn't truly understand what she was trying to describe. He couldn't even envision what she was trying to describe.

"Not know." He shook his head, hair falling over his shoulder with the movement. "Not understand. Roaring Thunder Bird knows. I ask. Yes?"

Was that acceptable trade for her? Would she accept that for the medicine, or would she keep the medicine until Attacking Hawk came with the desired item or Roaring Thunder Bird who would understand her better? He was certainly hoping for the former but, knowing whites, the latter was more likely.


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Age: 17

Ability: Flow walking. It's an ability from Star Wars (RIP extended universe books) that allows the user to see, but RARELY influence (only with spoken words and very exhaustive concentration, never physical action) past events that occurred within a short timeframe (I'll leave how long the viewable timeframe can be up to the GM since I'm basically an RP noob again). Also, even if Lin successfully manages to make her voice heard in past events, she cannot directly alter her own timeline.

Appearance:

Strength:  Hand-to-hand combat. She's a scrappy fighter who can hold her own in fisticuffs (or footicuffs if that's a thing). She's also extremely loyal and overly protective to the point of physical violence, which can often be looked as both a weakness and a strength.

Weakness:  Motion sickness on almost all forms of travel. (Yeah, yeah, Natsu Dragneel....blah blah blah) She also has to be within a certain radius of where she wants to flow walk. For example, she can't flow walk as a form of mind travel or whatever (that'd just be weird and OP).

Bio: Lin's parents died in a fiery conflagration when their private jet crashed somewhere in a far off ocean. Lin was orphaned at the age of three. As a result of this tragedy, Lin spent the rest of her childhood either in an orphanage or bouncing from foster home to foster home. Her parents had been cocky and never gotten around to writing a will or giving young Lin a trust fund, for they were rich stockbrokers.

So she basically grew up always wishing she could go back in time and bring her parents back. It took a long time, but on her seventeenth birthday, Lin's home city had an earthquake, a sinkhole opened up underneath her, and she tumbled into a sewer. Getting up and brushing it off like the tough as nails young lady she was and is, Lin Yang continued forward, bravely exploring the sewer system for a way out. Either fortunately or not so fortunately, she instead happened upon some toxic radioactive sludge dumped into the sewer by heavens-know-who and, after tripping on a large rat and falling facefirst into the stuff, she gained her power.

Upon emerging from the sewers, Lin saw that she was surrounded by old-timey automobiles and people in strange, very old-fashioned clothes. It turned out that she had flow walked back into the 1950s! Elated, Miss Yang experimented with this ability to no end, but found much to her dismay, that no matter how hard she focused, she couldn't bring her parents back. Ever since she snapped out of that initial burst, she has only been able to achieve very small flow walks of up to an hour in length.

Pretty soon, news stories started cropping up about more teenagers like herself developing essentially superpowers. While her own power was a carefully kept secret, Lin decided it couldn't hurt to apply for the school since she had nowhere else to go. In short, Lin has a fierce personality and can go between very mature and all jokes - of the practical or pun variety - at the drop of a hat. She is currently en route to the academy as a cargo ship stowaway and feeling very VERY apprehensive about it since she gets motion sickness from the PTSD of hearing how her parents died.

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Cecilia nodded silently during Neric's explanation, her mouth full at the time, but she reckoned that she'd keep quiet regardless. She'd just as easily assume a Void would rely on what their partner takes in as nourishment, but it seemed that their diets were as considerably varied as their appetites were massive. It made sense when she considered all the amazing things they can do. Her curiosity satiated and then some, she gladly watched the shrouded monkey go for seconds. It was nice that Neric wasn't adverse to simple questions like hers, but she felt the need to quit while she was ahead. Besides, she didn't want to possibly spoil his breakfast with too many inquiries.

Giggling more than a little after Jame's comment about Neric's appetite, she was caught with a slice of canadian bacon in her mouth and held her left hand over her mouth until she swallowed. From the sounds of things, it was likely very hard at times for the two of them to make it on their own, Neric's reference to the power lines reinforcing this point. But she took encouragement that after all the trouble they may have gotten themselves into, they can still enjoy themselves like this. "Well I'm glad to hear it. This has been a great morning for me," she said sprightly. "Honestly, that was probably one of the best night's sleep I've had in a while."

It was at this time that Cecilia thanked him for last night and looked quietly at his response. He had always seemed more calm and collected than she was the other day. Of course, she may just not have paid close enough attention, more concerned with herself and how she was reacting than his side of things. But seeing him now was a cause for flushed pause, her eyes turning down to her plate before raising affectionately to him. "I... really enjoyed being with you too. You really know how to make someone feel special," she said delicately yet genuinely in return, her face reddening as well. She felt her feelings were a bit more clear, and seeing that James may feel similarly made her really happy, even if she still worried at saying the wrong thing. She was still new to this, after all.

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Lin was mildly surprised to see that Neric had completely ignored her, and gone to wonder off somewhere. It seemed like nearly everyone had tuned her out. Oh no, I seem to have been put on their "ignore" lists like Ivy, she thought morosely. She hadn't thought she was rambling that much. Picking at what remained of her food, she scooted herself down the table closer to the sibling duo. Thankfully Ivy was closer than Kyle, though she had directly picked a verbal fight with the latter. Lin genuinely liked Ivy though and felt oddly protective of the younger girl.

Shaking her mane, she dismissed the feeling as having grown up virtually homeless with no brothers or sisters of her own. Instead, it became easier to listen.

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"Well I'm glad you had a good first night and it's good to hear that you had a good morning so far. My morning is going well too." James would say with a smile, looking at Cecilia as the Void mentioned something about 'since she's here now' as the boy looked to the Void. The little monkey sounding like it's laughing and hopping a bit as James speaks up again. "I also think the new girl was talking to you before Neric, don't know if you knew that or not..."

The little Void scratching his head, confused as he looks to David then at the girl. "She did? I thought after her comments about me and her mostly paying attention to Ivy I didn't think she did. Hmm, I also know the two didn't much attention so I didn't wanna be rude- let me head over and speak with her again. Apoligize for not hearing her words after what I thought was her ignoring me." The Void pushing the plate forward as he jumped off the table, shifting again but this time to a raven as he flew off for the buffey counter.

After Neric left, James sighs softly and shakes his head. "Sometimes doesn't know what to say and what to be quiet about..." Him looking embarassed as he rubs his neck, though he doesn't deny it at all. Him holding the silverware in one hand as his tries to find her empty hand if she does, if not he would place his hand on the bench before speaking. "Well I get the feeling today will be a good day."

Neric would fly over to the counter, around where Ivy, Lin and Kyle were as he looks between them before ruffling his feathers and speaking. "James told me that you spoke to me as I left, if that's true I do apoligize but I thought you were ignoring me and I was trying to introduce myself and trying to be polite." Him looking between them as he sits there, nothing about him moving. Not even to breath, just turning his head here and there to look between them.

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Lin shifted as the black misty form walked? glided? glidewalked toward her. The figure shifted over into what looked like a large crow. It eyed her and spoke an apology. Considering that Lin thought the being was going to somehow either lecture her on manners or possess her, she decided to play along and hope that that wasn't its plan all along.

Nodding slowly, she replied, "It's true that I did mention that finding out about your...kind has shocked me. Do you guys come from, like, another whole planet, or does Hell exist or something? What's this Void business?" She played with a lock of her tangled blonde curls, trying not to look like she was frozen with the total terror she was feeling.

[User] Jack laughed. "And it's all about getting along, being in harmony with one's self, and singing kumbaya around a campfire." He then looked at who seemed to be the counselors. "I think the...energetic girl is one. And possibly that guy?" He said, pointing to Kyle and Ivy. "Anyways, I think that camp will be okay. As long as most of the people leave me alone." He smiled a charming grin at Val. "You're cool though."

[Assistant] Neric would tilt his head a bit from her words, she must have completely ignored him back there. Huffing softly as he shakes his head, fluffing his feathers as he speaks. "I guess you did ignore my words back there, which gives me the feeling you watch too much sci-fi stuff. As I said before... I have no idea what you are talking about. I have no idea what kind of Void you met and have no idea how you even know about us, but please do refrain from that kind of lecturing." The little creature spoke as it watched her, she knows about Void? How much now, he was curious. If she knew about them, maybe she is one which doesn't make him feel good. He and james already have Granger on their tail, they don't need another one. "But really tell me, how do you know about my kind? I'm curious to what you know..."

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Val smiles back, "Thanks you seem cool too." She stands up and stretches. "I think I've been in here too long, the noise is starting to get to me." She laughs and looks around, stopping her gaze at the two campers Jack mentioned earlier. Mostly to the girl with red hair. She shook her head and began to wonder how people can even have that much energy, it tired Val out just thinking about it. The boy on the other hand, seemed cool and collected but also lingered close to the girl. Are they dating? They seem like total opposites.  She thought to herself. Val then realized that she was basically glaring at the two and turned her head away hoping they wouldn't notice and looked back at Jack instead, "I'm gonna step outside for a bit, I need some fresh air."

[Assistant] James did find her empty hand, and Cecilia looked fairly surprised for a second before turning her own hand around to hold his, her thumb lightly kneading the top of his fingers and even the area further down the back. She hoped that between her hand and her warmhearted expression, he would be less inclined to dwell on how flustered she also was. There was little to no doubt she enjoyed this, although James is looking to be the only person that can steal the spotlight away from breakfast for her and if this continues, she may forget that she still had a few more bites left. "Me too..." she spoke softly, immediately thinking she should have breathed in before speaking, so she could have sounded more composed.

[User] He would smile softly, looking at their hands before back at his meal. He wasn't a left handed person, as she can see he is having a bit of trouble with getting anything on the fork he was using. But it looked like he didn't mind one bit, his smile still going as he looked at the food. Looking to Cecilia out of the corner of his eye as he finally gets a bite on his fork. Speaking softly. "Still soft and smooth from last night..." His cheeks slightly red as he takes the bite, closing his eyes and sighing. Enjoying the moment of good food and someone close to him sitting with him for breakfast.

[Assistant] "Th-Thanks..." Cecilia's voice stammered as she imagined the embarrassing face she might have been making. She too resumed eating, having an easier time of it than him while still a little self conscious of how she was eating, careful to do so as competently and as nonchalantly as possible, though with only marginal success. Her smile widened a tad when she thought of perhaps helping James with his food by feeding him herself. But she had the feeling that doing so might be going too far, especially since he didn't seem to mind as far as she could see. "You know... In all that time I spent moving from place to place, I couldn't even keep in touch with any friends I did make... and eventually I couldn't get that close with anyone... And now here I am," she spoke softly before chuckling lightly as she slightly lifted his hand in hers. "And I have you to thank for that, James." She wanted to keep the mood light, yet she was sincere in what she said.

[User] James would put down his fork, smiling softly as he listened to Cecilia. Though he wondered if they would be able to keep in touch once camp was over, if they would hear from eachother again. But that's a long way down the road, still a lot of time before he should really worry about that. Looking at her as he smiles softly. "Well I feel special, that I got to be able to get close." Looking at their hands, it felt nice to him. Rubbing his thumb along the back of her hand before looking to her again. He's done with eating it would seem, just enjoying the moment with her. "But I hope we can keep in touch after the camp gets over..."

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Lin shook her head. "No, I was asking you, hon. I'm a babe in the woods as far as your...species?...is concerned. I only heard your...master?....mention what you are a few minutes ago. To humans, "void" typically sounds really dark, ominous and, well, evil. I was just hoping to ascertain how much you and/or your kind fit...into those three categories." She was picking her words very carefully here, still managing to keep one eye trained on Kyle. It was a bit odd that he hadn't replied to her little tirade, but maybe he was treating it as water under the bridge. Lin suppressed a chuckle at the unintended humor, not wanting Neric to think HE was the one amusing her.

"But yeah," she continued, looking at Neric's avian eye region, "You're the first non-human sentient species I've ever met. I'd like to hear more about you all sometime."