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Handy video guide to understand Double's powers. Two characters counted as one.
* Age: Early 20's
* Gender: Male
* Appearance: Civilian form, Solo Joker form.
* World of Origin: Kamen Rider W
* Personality: A tough and cynical man… One who's cool under pressure and always gets his man… A hardboiled detective… That is not what Shotaro Hidari is. He's more accurately a halfboiled detective if anything. Shotaro typically tries to act like a serious and cool-looking guy, but it's very easy to poke fun at him and break that facade to reveal how emotional he really is. When it comes to his friends and clients, however, he's 100% serious for them if they're in any kind of trouble. If you make them cry, he's more than willing to return the favor.
* History: Shotaro was born and raised in the windy city of Futo. He has a great fondness for the city and has vowed to protect it from anyone who would make it (and its residents) cry. In his aspirations to become a hardboiled detective, he became an apprentice under Sokichi Narumi, an actual hardboiled detective. One night the two investigated a building researching Gaia Memories and rescued a mysterious young man Sokichi named Philip. On that same night, Shotaro's inexperienced recklessness caused Sokichi to be killed. To atone for it (and also to escape the building), he joined with Philip to become the two-in-one Kamen Rider Double. Together, the two fought against this organization and eventually put an end to it.
* Abilities:
	+ Ace Detective: His detective training had to pay off eventually. Shotaro is a very competent private detective with a keen eye for detail and deductive intuition.
	+ Kamen Rider Double: Using a belt called the Double Driver, Shotaro can link his and Philip's consciousness. Taking it further, using Gaia Memories with it will let Philip's consciousness enter Shotaro's and cause them to transform into a Kamen Rider.
	+ Kamen Rider Joker: Using a belt called the Lost Driver, Shotaro can use a single Gaia Memory to transform into a Kamen Rider by himself.
	+ Gaia Memories: Shotaro's Gaia Memories affect Double's left side and affect its physical capabilities They are also usable in his own Lost Driver.
		- Joker: Shotaro's default Memory. Greatly improves their hand-to-hand fighting ability.
		- Metal: Greatly improves their strength and resilience to physical harm. Gives them the Metal Shaft for a weapon.
		- Trigger: Greatly improves their marksmanship and equips them with the Trigger Magnum.
* Other: Shotaro's phone, watch, and camera actually have Gaia Memory utility too, but this is getting long so I'm just gonna have them not use it.

* Name: Philip
* Age: 17
* Gender: Male
* Appearance: Civilian form, Double form.
* World of Origin: Kamen Rider W
* Personality: Philip is the logic to Shotaro's heart, and the brains to his brawn. He approaches matters from a calmer standpoint than Shotaro, but should his friends ever find themselves in trouble he can easily get as riled up as him. When it comes to researching something interesting, Philip can have a bit of a one track mind. He can suddenly spend days at a time researching a topic without break if he can help it, and is known to go to extremes to better understand it. Once he's learned all there is, he can just as suddenly drop interest in it entirely.
* History: When he first met Shotaro, Philip had no memory of his past and simply worked in the research building Sokichi and Shotaro broke into. He's considered a highly valuable person to the organization he belonged to, and subsequently had to spend most of his time out of sight in the detective agency. As he and Shotaro defended Futo as Kamen Rider, he gradually came out of his shell and built a strong bond with Shotaro, his friends, and the city. They also learned the truth behind his past and his connection to the Gaia Library.
* Abilities:
	+ Gaia Library: Philip has a connection to the Earth itself, and can call upon its memories to learn anything he wants. Of course, this doesn't mean he learns things in a snap. The library manifests itself as a literal library and requires keywords to find what he's specifically looking for. Limited only to what his Earth knows.
	+ Kamen Rider Double: When Shotaro puts on the Double Driver, a second will manifest on Philip's body. While it's mostly Shotaro doing the transforming, Philip can take the reins as well if Shotaro puts a Memory in first instead of him.
	+ Gaia Memories: Philip's Gaia Memories affect Double's right side and give it different effects.
		- Cyclone: Philip's default Memory. Adds windy effects to Double's attacks.
		- Heat: Adds fiery effects to Double's attacks.
		- Luna: The "illusions" Memory. Allow's Double to stretch their limbs or bend their weapons.
		- Fang: A sentient Memory that serves to protect Philip. Using it has Philip take the reins to become the berserker-styled fighter FangJoker.
		- Xtreme: Double's strongest memory. It's also sentient and flies to Double on Shotaro or Philip's command. It can turn Philip into data so that he and Shotaro can become one. Turns Double into CycloneJokerXtreme and arms them with the Prism Bicker. The Prism Bicker can store four Gaia Memories (three of Philips, one of Shotaro's) to charge energy up for a finishing move. Transforming into Xtreme can potentially undo negative mental effects on either Shotaro or Philip. Limited to one use per world.
* Other: CycloneJokerXtreme can actually go EVEN FURTHER BEYOND if it gets hit by a lot of wind. It only gives them wings, though, and it never actually shows up in the series, so I'm fine with omitting it.

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Hellsalem's Lot- Mealtime

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Yukianesa."

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

"So. Mind explaining who these two are?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Unknown City, Somewhere in the U.S.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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Age: 24 (at time of death)
Archon of: Fire

Archon weapon: Gun made from spirit energy

Appearance: Cale is around five foot eight inches tall. Average build though leans more towards the thinner side. Short blonde and bright amber eyes. Dresses more in men's clothes than in women's.

Personality: Tomboyish. Loves to fight with Brynn but has an unwavering sense of morality. Killing is never an option.

Bio: In the year 2162 A.D. the world is more or less united under the World Government Association. People are modifying themselves through the use of cybernetics to become more than human. More and more people are being discovered with amazing abilities, one such of these people are Cale. Cale was thought to be a Breaker; (someone that surpassed their human limits though genetic or cybernetic enhancements) though she is actually the Archon of Fire. She was captured as all Breakers eventually are and taken to the Neo New Hampshire B.R.F. There she was studied and it is where she met Brynn. After about 7 years the two were released back into society. They both stayed together and decided to work with one another to protect civilians. Though their methods are different and their morals vary, they made a good team. She called herself The Burning Vigor. The duo parted ways when she could not withstand Brynn's methods of dealing with crime, which was killing the criminals instead of turning them in.

Special gear or equipment: Manifesting spirit energy that takes the shape of the user's preferred weapon. For Cale that makes it a
As well as having superb fighting skills and inhuman strength.

Name: Brynn Irons

Age: 18

Archon of: N/A

Archon weapon: N/A

Appearance: About six foot and one inch tall. Dark brown hair with viridian colored eyes. Lean build with some muscle. Always with some kind of grin on his face.

Personality: A smart ass. Doesn't take orders well whatsoever. Stubborn but listens to people eventually. At most times careless and reckless.

Bio: At an early age Brynn had a relatively normal family life. He was a progidy of mechanical engineering as his father designed and built most of the machines that the B.R.F. used to study Breakers. Though around the age of ten he started to develop the ability to move extremely fast. As such he was determined to be a Breaker and then taken to the Neo New Hampshire B.R.F. In the facility, he met Cale and they became fast friends. After around seven years, the two were released back into society. When they returned, Brynn noticed how bad the criminals became. So he and Cale decided to become crime fighters. Cale wore a costume and took the alias of The Burning Vigor while Brynn was too fast for any non-Breaker to see so he chose to wear regular attire. Brynn became more and more violent towards criminals and thus eventually began to kill criminals in order to prevent them from escaping prison. Cale was strongly against this and they drifted apart.
Brynn continued to hunt law breakers until he once again met Cale. The two argued over what was the right way to protect the people; through the law or through murder. The argument became a full fledged battle when Brynn struck the first blow.

Special gear or equipment: Comfortable clothing. A sword with a large blade.

Name: Brynn "Breaker" Irons

Age: 19

Archon of:
 Post-Archon: Fire

Archon weapon:
 Post-Archon: Cale's gun; manifests through spirit energy.

Appearance:
 Pre-Archon: About six foot and one inch tall. Dark brown hair with viridian colored eyes. Lean build with some muscle. Always with some kind of grin on his face.

 Post-Archon: Same as before, though hair is more unkempt and closer to silver now. Wears a deep red (almost black) coat. His left eye is amber since it was Cale's ege though he covers it with an eye patch.

Personality:
 Pre-Archon: A smart ass. Doesn't take orders well whatsoever. Stubborn but listens to people eventually. At most times careless and reckless.
 Post-Archon: Is mostly unchanged, though a bit more somber.
Bio:
 Pre-Archon: At an early age Brynn had a relatively normal family life. He was a progidy of mechanical engineering as his father designed and built most of the machines that the B.R.F. used to study Breakers. Though around the age of ten he started to develop the ability to move extremely fast. As such he was determined to be a Breaker and then taken to the Neo New Hampshire B.R.F. In the facility, he met Cale and they became fast friends. After around seven years, the two were released back into society. When they returned, Brynn noticed how bad the criminals became. So he and Cale decided to become crime fighters. Cale wore a costume and took the alias of The Burning Vigor while Brynn was too fast for any non-Breaker to see so he chose to wear regular attire. Brynn became more and more violent towards criminals and thus eventually began to kill criminals in order to prevent them from escaping prison. Cale was strongly against this and they drifted apart.
Brynn continued to hunt law breakers until he once again met Cale. The two argued over what was the right way to protect the people; through the law or through murder. The argument became a full fledged battle when Brynn struck the first blow.

 Post-Archon: The fight ended when Cale made one mistake, Brynn capitalized on it. In the heat of the fight he struck down Cale, only afterwards regretting it. A few moments after he realized what he did, he collapsed and awoke in a hospital. While Brynn was unconscious, Cale was still alive in the hospital with him. She learned she was not going to live but was more concerned with Brynn's condition. She was told by the staff that his lung and liver were unsalvagable. Cale's bullets ripped through them completely. His left eye was lost as well. The only way he would be able to live normally again was through a blood transfusion as well as an organ transplant. The only source they had on hand was Cale. She agreed to the transplant and it occurred while she was still alive; lung, liver and eye. Brynn woke up shortly after the operation, and found Cale on her last breaths. They spoke for a short while, though her last words were that he too would suffer her curse. He did not know what she meant until after his recovery. Brynn inherited Cale's fire archon as well as her spirit energy. With that he can use the fire and Cale's gun, though the his body cannot handle the fire and it burns him from the inside out if it is used too much.
 A year after the events of the battle, he is traveling around the country and doing odd jobs and mercenary contracts. He follows his own morality, though is more aware of Cale's beliefs and is beginning to follow her ideals.

Special gear or equipment: Modified sword and sheath made from an old anti-materiel rifle.
 The bottom half of the sheath still functions as a gun with incredible range, but is more difficult to use without the stock it once had. The part where the sword is placed can produce incredible waves of hot air when the trigger is pulled, sending the sword out of the sheath at 1,500 feet per second or around 1000miles per hour. Brynn calls this the Burning Engine. The engine in the sheath takes energy directly from the archon's power and heats the blade to 2889°K, half the temperature of the sun. Brynn created the weapon six months after he killed Cale and modified the engine to store energy from the Archon's power when it awoken in him only three months later. His old great sword was destroyed in the fight with Cale.

Special Ability: Dragon's Breath; when faced with the risk of death, Breaker has full access to all of the archon's power which consumes him with fire.  After the initial explosive burst of energy, Breaker takes this form: His fire attacks are also increased greatly in power.
However it has drawbacks, Dragon's Breath only lasts at most for three minutes and forty seven seconds and after the duration Breaker is greatly weakened for a few moments. If it lasts any longer than 3:47, he will either pass out or begin to burn from the inside out if he has not passed out.
 "The only way I know if I'm still here is if I'm bleeding."

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Subject 17, Archon of SoundLocation: Temple of The Archons
Notes:A pale, eyeless, mouthless man. Wears tinted goggles, a bandana, jeans, headphones, rugged clothes, backpacks full of parts. 17 took a seat on the cold hard floor and took off his headphones. He listened as Archon's arrived. The sound of rifts through space opening and closing fascinated him. His attempts to communicate with Ian Marcus didn't go well. He could communicate his name by pointing to the brand on his chest, but the sign language of W.G.A. was foreign to Marcus.
 He listened to Ian Marcus give a short monologue on what was going on. He continued to sit and listen to the conversations of everyone else, keeping tabs on the characters he had just learned about. Everything could be heard with such clarity, as if his sense of hearing had been heightened.

- Ian Marcus. The Archon of Gravity. A woman named Lupus is his mentor. The mention of her name flashed a memory through his head of an eager woman named "Lupus The Patient," an old Archon of Gravity.

- Maddie. Talking to someone in her head. Quite the mouth on this one, with a feisty attitude to go with it.

- Breaker. He distanced himself from the others at first. He could feel his eyes pressing down on him. Silent type. He was occupied thinking something else.

- Jackson, or Jacky. He held something musical in a case. He could hear it's strings vibrating as he swung it around. He mentioned Draco before walking away. A memory of a large warrior known as "Draco The Strong" was awakened. The Archon of Stone.

- Aella. Apparently the one "Legolas" was directed at. 17 had heard about elves in stories, so her appearance was easy to imagine. She mentioned Sagittarius, which provoked the memory of a guardian known as "Sagittarius The Watcher," an Archon of Air. She walked off in a different direction than Jacky.

- Haven. Her joke was met with silence, but 17 grinned at hearing her attempt to lighten the mood. She fell silent for now, except for a sigh that seemed to indicate anxiety over the situation.

- Gideon. His breathing could be heard going through a filter. Was this air toxic to him? He uttered only his name and role, establishing himself as Archon of Darkness. He removed his respirator for only a moment. He seemed irritated. He wasn't friendly.

- A nameless girl spoke up, trying to calm Maddison. She seemed very forward, insulting Ian Marcus's name. Andromeda reminded 17 of "Andromeda The Siren," an Archon of water.

 There were others who had rifted in, but hadn't spoken up yet. 17 got up and walked to the man known as Gideon (@J D Jalowiec). 17 thought it would be best to tell him his name, since he announced everyone else's. He pulled his collar down to expose the brand on his chest. "XVII" was printed in the center, with "seventeen" printed twice in a circle around it. He pointed to it, then to his head.

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With a blink she had arrived, standing amongst several others within a stone temple. The severe dissertation and disorientation quickly subsided, and the feeling of another universe completely unlike her own was oddly familiar. Each person standing within the room were unique in some way, with certain qualities that made them memorable. As each spoke, she took time to remember names and traits. Ian was handsome, Madison was fiesty, Breaker was kept, Jacky was ballsy, Aelia seemed to look like an elf, etc.

- - -

Everyone took turns speaking, and she waited patiently off to the side for a more appropriate time to introduce herself. It wasn't lady-like to steal the spotlight, unlike that Gideon that clearly was vicious within the group. However, she had the strangest feeling that most people within the room were inexperienced. However, the faceless fellow, the one who gestures, made Docia incredibly uncomfortable for some odd reason. It could've been because she wasn't used to seeing fellows without mouthes still living.

With her blue sundress trailing gently behind her in the softest breeze from the corridors, she clasped both hands behind her back and swayed on her heels. Casually moving next to a new face, "I'm Docia." She softly spoke in Breaker's (@Jersh) ear with her voice of milk and honey. Gently holding out her hand to shake his, it daintily lingered. Her skin was ice cold to the touch...


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Nicknames / Aliases: Eli / Elle

Gender: Female

Birthday: June 30th

Age: 17

Class: White Mage

Occupation: Student

Species: Human

Appearance:

Clothing Style:

Personality: Gentle, kind, shy, and meek, Elisha's personality was molded through her harsh upbringing. A girl with a heart of gold, she's always willing to help someone if it meant their happiness. Never one to hold a grudge, her kindness knows no bounds. She has always put others ahead of herself, where her martyrical nature has bit her in the rear more than once before. Despite this, she grit her teeth and forced herself to move on.

Underneath all of this however, is a girl whose self-esteem is always at a dangerously low point. Someone who frequently questions her purpose and goal in life. Her outward demeanor hiding a frail and weak person. She frequently has considered committing suicide, but she has always barely shot the idea down by telling herself that she just needs a little more time to change.

As a result of her family's long outdated look on left-handed people being "servants" of a greater evil, she has developed a complex about her dexterity. While she is naturally a southpaw, she has forced herself to deal with the world with her right hand as well. Elisha only ever reverts to her dominant hand in private or during dire situations, while keeping her right in public.

Hometown: Otonoki - A fairly average-sized town just about two hours to the South of Maplestead by horse. The town is best known for developing some of the most successful mages in history. Featuring some of the top ranking universities in the country, Otonoki's quality in teaching is well-known and respected. If one wants to learn how to be a very good mage, then Otonoki is one of the best places to learn at.

Otonoki has a medieval theme attached to it. The town is abundant with nature and filled with green pastures and surrounded by forests. Aside from that, the town is covered by several mountains to its West side which compliment its old-fashioned look, as well as serve as the training grounds for up and coming mages.

Likes: Children, left-handed tools, music, reading

Dislikes: Loud and crowded areas, romance, large bodies of water, her family, being referred by her last name

Past / History: Born into the wealthy and prestigious but old-fashioned magi family of Marluxia, her upbringing was meant to be one of high class. At first, this was the case. An accident during her child years nearly took her life, as well as leaving her heart in a very frail state. Elisha was no longer able to be physically fit. Every time she tried to run, her heart would be strained easily and she'd be out of breath. Anything that shocks or surprises her can give her a heart attack. Anything that hits the area around her heart can give her a heart attack. Her family was supportive despite this. Her siblings were there to help, and her parents spent their precious work time to be with her. Somehow though, Elisha felt they were only doing all of this out of pity. A thought that quickly turned into fact.

Her life slowly turned for the worse when her parents discovered her preference for her left hand. Her family was quick to change their demeanor around her. "A sign of the devil's servant", they say. Elisha's family beat her. They locked her in her room for years. Only letting her out for food and trips to the bathroom. The servants who tried to comfort or sympathize with her were quickly fired and replaced, eventually leaving her with no one to connect with. No one was allowed to be associated with the "devil's servant". She grew to resent her family, all the while never once losing her kindness to others despite the abuse. She greeted and spoke to them all the same, with a smile and polite mannerism.

Over the years, she forced herself into relearning the world by using her right hand. Once her parents deemed that she has "cleansed" herself enough, they allowed her to "live" normally again. Given that she was tutored at home to avoid other people finding out about her dexterity on top of the abuse she went through, she had poor social skills. They eventually allowed her to study at a high school near their mansion. With her first year being the point of when she was taken advantage of several times due to her kind and awkward nature. She took all of this in stride. She never considered anyone her friend and treated everyone the same, despite a few of them showing legitimate signs of wanting to be friends with her.

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Brennen Garron

 Brennen sat shocked for a minute or so. Adrial had just told him off and walked away. Brennen had thought of some retorts, but the cleric left before he could speak anything. He carefully got up, thinking I really should sober up. Need my wits about me... I guess I do have really high standards for myself. Why is that rabbit-lady holding a boy like a sack of potatoes? I guess I really need sleep. With that, he followed where the winged cleric had gone and finally found the room. Having nothing of value, save his weapons, he undid his hilts and scabbard, placing them next to his bed and laid in it, staring up at the ceiling. Digging into his jacket's inner pocket, he pulls out a piece of paper that has been folded very neatly, rips it up, and throws it away. It merely had a total of ten tick marks on it. I shouldn't be keeping score like it's some game. It's fighting. It's dying. It's tragedy. I need to keep up my skills to do the best I can, not perfectly. With his thoughts ending on that note, Brennen's exhaustion and alcohol finally caught up with him, causing him to pass out for the night.

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World

 Finny had just told the bar area it was last call, and was starting to close up shop. It had been a long grand re-opening for the Tavern of Heroes to be used as intended. The three workers looked at each other and smiled at what they had accomplished. A tavern reserved for the bravest of heroes. And the place they stay after their escapades on the battlefield. With Finny closing down the bar, Lucia wiping down tables and shooing off guests to their rooms, setting up their rooms if they hadn't already bought one, pairing them off if they were with someone they knew. Even though the woman with long ears, though carrying another patron, requested a single room. Lucia figured don't ask, don't tell. Another lady who had armor dangling from her long, worn shirt asked for a double room and led a younger girl who seemed to be keeping most of her focus on not acting drunk or passing out. Lucia thought they were either siblings, mother and daughter, or a cute couple. She noticed a couple others pairing off, including the odd angel-elf and the human-ish boy with three swords who was crying for an ungodly amount of time. Lucia looked over at her dad to see him fidgeting with some nuts and bolts. "Dad, it's fine. You built this place better than anyone could. Admire your work for a little while. Let it get some wear 'n' tear on it before fixing it up. You need down time. Your back won't last forever, and we don't know what number the timer's on, so don't push yourself." Lucia admired her dad's passion for his tavern, but he'd been to the doctors before, and they warned him about his back. He's going to need to hire some help soon.

[User]
Lenna saw another adventurer approach whom the templar with the fairy knew, and figured she'd allow them to have their moment. She smiled as she ordered a room and walked away.

Shipping iiiiiiit.

She went up to her room and tucked Louis in on one side of the bed. It was smaller than she expected, so she basically ended up being the big spoon, since she couldn't have any room to herself anyways. She briefly considered switching to a double room, but decided, hell with it.

As she slept, she wondered what tomorrow would hold for her and her allies. She hoped they'd be okay. She mentally swore to herself she'd defend the dorks as best she could.

She slept, then, dreaming of home.

[Assistant]
Miercoles left the man to rest and headed to the tavern which was designed to contain all these mercenaries. Sure they were being called heroes but as he approached the tavern which under the moonlight had its wooden sign swaying in the breeze with "Tavern of Heroes" engraved and painted into it he rolled his eyes. They were just hired muscle plain as that. Any "heroism" would be byproduct of their orders save for maybe a rare few with noble intentions which he figured would be rare.

Stepping through the door he made his way through the crowd who were many and seemed more than ready for a little bit of entertainment. However he stopped cold the moment he saw and heard Vance. He appeared behind him with hand with a vice like grip clawed onto that injured shoulder making his displeasure clearly made. A most evil of presence made itself known as his voice flowed coldly yet with venom, "Let it be known I hate having my time wasted like with that stunt you pulled off after having acted like you had been greatly injured. Now you're either well or injured, and I prefer the latter since if we fail the next assignment it will be solely your fault for not fully recovering. Now excuse me I have some real money to make."

With shoulder free from that terrible grip he walked away temporarily blending into the crowd of people. Pure instinct guided him to the stage of sorts it had as he dropped the box and readied some instruments. He strummed the guitar to ensure it was properly tuned and finding it satisfactory began to play something that was neither to slow to bore and annoy them or put them to sleep nor too fast that would incite even more rowdiness leave him ignored and without pay.


[System]
Long-term Character

more information can be found here:rp-worlds.wikia.com/wiki/Elizabeth_Lau..
Appearance:

Age: 17
Room: 1
Race: human
Both (Traditional and Draconic Magic)
Magic Specialty: elemental control

Ranking of the Basic Four
1) Earth
2) Wind
3) Water
4) Fire
Magic Affinity: Mental
Unique Traits: She has heterochromia. What is most peculiar about her case is that her right eye is purple, while her left eye is gold.
Likes: Literature, Classical Music, Intriguing Situations, Interesting People
Dislikes: Homophobia, Boring People
Personality: Elizabeth is notable for being intelligent and erudite for her age, and she's not afraid to flaunt it. She is often friendly, but is not very fond of things or people she finds boring. Unless she's working on a project, she likely won't stay on one subject for very long.
History: Elizabeth grew up in Arlington, Virginia, Elizabeth found the life there to simple. She is naturally drawn to magic, but she had no idea about it. This lead her to become a restless girl constantly searching for excitement, never to be completely fulfilled.
Pet Desired: Arcane Hound
Dragon Desired: Ancient Air Dragon
Name: Uriel

Other: Follow the Rainbow.
Independent Courses: Archaic Languages, Calligraphic, Auras, Musical Instrument, and Basketry.

[User]
" You just don't know Mi'lady." Sir Marilyn said, sipping his spiked coffee. " I am doing the same, being a reaper isn't what its cracked up to be. Your always alone taking peoples lives away. You kill people, even children with a simple touch of a finger. And to add i cannot sleep, i'm up 24/7. I have to be.

Setting his coffee down on a miniature desk, Sir Marilyn turned to face Violetta. " So in search of friendship, I offer some time to talk to another person.  He then gave a slight bow. Sitting back down.

[Assistant] "I have wondered why a reaper was sent here.... yet you sent out the dogs like I asked to find and save Shermie and you have just touched me and as far as I know, I am still alive. I simply don't understand some things......... But I must get up to my room, get my egg and head for the lecture room. Perhaps we can talk more some other time." Lady Violetta spoke calmly and with a puzzled look.

[User]
As Elizabeth had gathered her eggs, she noticed that Skotadi had chosen to sit in the back, beyond the sight of the unobservant. Elizabeth, however, was not so unobservant. It was in Elizabeth's best interest to associate with her peers, as a number of them were independently intriguing on their own merits. From what she had deserved, Skotadi was among those numbers, and Elizabeth did enjoy to meet people that were like that. So she got a little closer.

"Hello," Elizabeth said. "Things have been quite hectic around here, and its only been a couple of days, especially for those of us who were a little belated in their exit of the village. I suppose that in a place such as this, however, events will only unfold hectically. I don't think that the two of us have been properly introduced; I'm Elizabeth Laurent. The Lady Violetta seems to be recalling us already. She seems to be eager to teach, but if it will speed our progress then I suppose it must be good. I'd like it if we could be friends, even though the Lady doesn't seem to want to give us any free time."

[Assistant] "Yeah, after the village incident, I never want to be late for anything else, though I do hope to see them again." Ayaka said as she quickly ate what she put on her tray. "I gave Rikami a toy so he can be preoccupied. Hopefully, he's still playing with it though... " She waited for Mystique to finish before deciding heading back to her room to get Rikami.

[User]
Mystique was soon done and spoke as she wipe her lips.
"Let's go. I want to get Ember and the egg. I wonder now if I should have just taken one course or not."

Lady VIoletta hurried upstairs to get her smallish egg. She was curious about what kind of a dragon was inside it. Once she was in her room, she put her egg sling on and tucked her egg inside. Then she was off to Lecture room B. She could only hope that the students were on time. SHe had Cheepers! for the first three who came through the door plus extras and other assorted candies to hand out for correct answers.

[Assistant] Skotadi had been looking at her timetable on her PLT, trying to memorize every inch of it. She noticed that she had to go to Lecture Room B and was just about to leave for the lecture so that she wouldn't be late but she wasn't going to be rude towards the girl that had just come up to her, she decided that she had enough time for a chat if she made it quick. "Hello, it has been rather hectic hasn't it, I am Skotadi Lark. The more I learn the happier I will be, even if it is on something I didn't even know to be real. I think that it would be quite interesting if we could be friends so we might as well try it, I'm afraid I normally use my free time doing things that most people ring boring. Some things that I do are read and play chess if it is possible, I would love to continue this conversation but it will have to be on the road as I need to be getting to class immediately." Skotadi replied to Elizabeth before walking off to her room to collect her dragon egg before she went off to the lecture, she figured that if the girl really wanted to talk to her she would have to catch up but she definitely wasn't going to be late on her first actual school day or any day for that matter.

[User] Ayaka got up. Where Mystique was second guessing taking both courses, she was starting to second guess taking only one. "Will you be ok taking both?" she asked as she walked toward the staircase.

[Assistant] "I hope so. I won't get a study hall but I will have a pet and a dragon. I'll have to work extra hard probably but it would be worth it. And it is a small egg so I doubt that it will be a large one. Since you are here you might as well take the classes. I am not sure that we can go home anyways because she said something about summer classes, didn't she?" Mystique asked on the up.

[User] "Yeah she did... wonder what sort of summer classes? And do we ever get to go home at least for a little while?" Ayaka was more of asking herself about going home than anything, but it didn't matter that she said that part out loud. "Well see you in a couple minutes" She went to her room, put the leash on Rikami before picking him up to carry him. The leash was just in case she needed him to walk on his own for some reason.

[Assistant]
Elizabeth was glad that she had been received positively, as, if nothing else, it would be possible to meet a new friend in the way of Skotadi. Skotadi was right, that they needed to go and hurry along. The Lady had given them little time for anything, and had certainly had not given away any time for wasting.

"You are quite right," Elizabeth said. "I'll be on my way as well."

Elizabeth went back to her room to collect her things. That is, she went back to her room go and collect her pet and her egg. When Elizabeth went back to her room, her Arcane Hound was sitting there quietly. So far, she liked her Arcane Hound, and had decided that she would call him Hesiod. Such a name, that evoked both majesty and humility, among other desirable traits, would befit him, or so she thought. So far, he had said no words to Elizabeth. Elizabeth assumed that there would be a day that he would, and that he was currently either too young, too bashful, or too unfamiliar with her to be at the stage yet. She also grabbed her white dragon egg, which Elizabeth thought seemed to shine whenever she took a look at it. She held it carefully in her arms, and made sure that it in no way be endangered. Hesiod followed his new master obediently as they left the room.

She was speed-walking, as they say, as she traversed the still unfamiliar surroundings of the academy. She went into the second lecture hall, and took a seat. She kept the white dragon egg in her arms, and kept a close eye on Hesiod. He seemed to be a good pet, but Elizabeth still had to work out what his personality was.

[User] Skotadi saw Elizabeth sit down and decided to go over and continue the conversation that they had started while they were waiting for the lecture to begin. She walked over, carrying her fiery dragon egg which was still strangely hot, to where Elizabeth was sitting and asked politely," Hello again, may I sit next to you?" She wasn't normally one to go up to people she didn't know but she had decided earlier to have a change in this new place.

[Assistant]
Mystique nodded. She was glad not to have to go home because she had no home to go to. She put the leash on Ember and the egg in her sling then wondered how those who got a larger egg was going to manage their egg. She pushed the thought away and put treats in both pockets before going out the door.
"I am ready to go. We had better hurry so we won't be late."

[User]
Elizabeth turned to Skotadi, just as Skotadi had turned to her. She also had a dragon's egg, although of a different color.

"I wouldn't mind at all if you sat by me, Skotadi," Elizabeth said. "I'm still unused to the schedule around this place. I don't think that any of us were given any schedule, but I suppose that we will have to make do with what we have no choice but to comply with. I'm sure that it will work out in the end, if it has always been like this. How are you, by the way?"

[Assistant] Ayaka was about to walk out the door when she remembered she needed treats for Rikami. She grabbed some treats real quick and walked out carrying him to meet up with Mystique again. "I'm ready too. Hope we aren't late." She hurried to the staircase to go the Lecture Room.

[User]
"You should probably rest more, I've things to do but I don't want to go. If you want me to stay I can..."
Life looked at Shermie, peering through her almost.

[Assistant]
"I hope that we aren't late again. Let's hurry! To Lecture Lab B, please!" mystique spoke as she stepped into the Spiral Stairway. She nearly dropped Ember as they went down. She hurried after Ayaka to the lecture room.

Lady Violetta set a Cheeper! on Skotadi and Elizabeth's desk.
"That is for being early to class. I reward my students with goodies. I have one more for the next person who comes through the door."

[User]
"Thank you, Lady Victoria," Elizabeth said.

Elizabeth had personally little interests in the trinkets themselves of which she was given, as they were in actuality small things, which were irrelevant to the larger scheme of things, and Elizabeth was for the most more interested in things which were relevant to the larger picture. What she did see as important, however, in this was that she was closer to achieving the Lady's favor, or had achieved it, if she was sufficiently lucky and the Lady was sufficiently simple or benevolent. Elizabeth, however, from her observations had to assume that the Lady was not sufficiently simple or benevolent, but that she was merely closer to achieving her own favor. Whatever the case, she was thinking too hard on receiving a Cheeper! for arriving early.

[Assistant]
Skotadi was glad that Elizabeth had accepted her attempts at being social," Thank you very much Elizabeth, I would definitely of thought that we would of gotten a schedule straight away but obviously not. This place in itself is rather peculiar and goes against every law of physics but then I guess that's what you should generally expect from magic, to go past the common boundaries. I of course wouldn't know as before now, I don't think that I even relatively believed in such a thing." Skotadi was happy that she had been rewarded for being early although she hadn't done it for the award but instead to make sure that she didn't miss anything of importance.

Skotadi turned to Lady Violetta and said considerately," Thank you very much, Lady Violetta."

[User] Ayaka waited for Mystique to catch up to her before walking in the classroom. She didn't want to just go in the room without her. Seeing that only a couple others were there, Ayaka gathered that they weren't late. She found a seat nearby the other two in the room and sat down, knowing Mystique will likely sit next to her. Rikami sat in her lap looking around at his surroundings. She just held on to his leash in case he got a sudden urge to want to try playing with one of the other animals in the room.

[Assistant]
Lady Violetta placed a Cheeper! on Ayaka's desk.
"A reward for being the class on time. Here is one for you as well Mystique. It is time to start the class."
Lady Violetta walked up to the podium where she had her notes.

Mystique soon arrived and found Ayaka by a couple other girls. She walked to the seat next to Ayaka and put Ember down on the floor so that he could play. With the leash, Mystique knew that she could easily control where he wandered. She was surprised when Lady Violetta placed a Cheeper! on Ayaka's desk then one on her desk.


[System]
Nickname(s):

Thunder, Thund'ah, McQueen, Ms. McQueen, The Thunderbolt.

Gender:

Female

Quote:

"I was thinking about why I choose to race, and I know why. It's because life is hard, and it's nice to go escape and have a good time. If I can give others hope, love, and a future, then I've done my job".

Voiced By:

Reese Witherspoon (in her younger days)

Theme Song:

Occupation:

- Street-Racing Champion (on parole; retired) -

- Rookie Sports Racer (as "World Prix" replacement) -

Relatives/Relationships:

- Lightning McQueen (older brother; teammate).
- Luigi & Guido (pit crew; tire managers; teammates).
- Fillmore & Sarge (fuel managers; teammates).
- Mater (friend; crew chief; teammate).
- Mack (friend; teammate).
- Lewis (friend; former agent).
- Sally Carrera, Finn McMissile, Holley Shiftwell (friends).
- Jackson Storm, Chick Hicks, Francesco Bernoulli (racing rivals).
- Radio Macintosh (racing rival/crush).

Type of Car:

Lykan Hypersport

Top Recorded Speed:

245 Miles Per Hour, 395 Kilometers Per Hour

Acceleration:

0 to 62 miles per hour in under 2.8 seconds

Type of Engine:

3.7L Twin-Turbo F6

Horsepower:

770

Transmission:

6 Speed Sequential Manual

Personality:

Thunder is a strong-willed yet spunky car, who makes sure to always be fair and embrace who she is. On account, she is a lover of adrenaline, and a car of surprising strength, speed, and agility. An avid athlete, her experience in racing has made her become more wary of others' needs and faults, as she is also very observant. Despite her struggle on being a pacifist, Thunder can get passionate and rather hot-headed whenever a nerve is struck, or whenever things don't go her way. She usually vessels this trait towards following "automobile" rights, to the point of being respectful to other automobile types, including lemons and rusty cars.

Thunder is all about female empowerment, and the social inclusion of all-female cars, which highly influenced her decision to step into the world of racing. Even though she was extremely outnumbered by the males, she gives it her all to enjoy herself in the thrill of competition.

Distinguishable Traits:

- She greatly resembles a 2017 Lykan Hypersport Supercar, one of the first, highly-performed sports cars in the Middle East.

- She shares a few traits with Lightning McQueen, like his Southern accent, signature baby-blue eyes, as well as the race number 95.

- Has an extremely-tough but luxurious, titanium/carbon-fibered body, with choppy-impressioned shapes and lines from her front and sides, along with a sliced, sharp bottom-edge upon her rear.

- She is one of the first cars to have 220 diamonds embedded in the blades of her LED headlights.

- There is also a massive vent just at the back of each wheel for reduced air pressure, giving her better control over her driving.

[User]
Zoom, zoom, zoom, zoom, zoom, zoom!

"That sound..."

Zoom, zoom, zoom, zoom, zoom!

"That sound..."

Zoom, zoom!

"That's the sound of one thing..."

Whrrrr....!

"Speed... the one trait I hear everyday"

Whrrr! Whrr!

"It's been a normal thing for us. But obstacles were the phobia... a phobia that can take over, and drive you into the pits..."

Whrrr... bam!

"This fear... can flip the ride over, and never spin back up again. This isn't my story..."

Zoom! Zoom! Zoom!"

"This is about two cars, who are willing to bring in the storm"

The story title appears before the audience...

[Assistant]
"What you see is what you get. I am just a car who loves adventure. That's why I joined the World Grand Prix. Wait a minute, I feel like I am going off in a digression here. You're supposed to be focused, Radio! Not going off in a digression!" Radio said, talking to himself. He wasn't sure if anyone else could hear him, but he tried to think about he was heard talking or not.

With a sigh, Radio tried to force himself to say silent. He didn't need other cars thinking that he was a mental lug nut case, if they didn't think that already. He looked around, his emerald green eyes scanning the area. None of his teammates were around at the present moment, and Radio assumed that they were probably off doing interviews or something like that. He knew that it was an possibility of himself being interviewed later on, since he was a replacement for another car who just injured. Radio didn't know the car that he was supposed to replace as he was never really told a name. All he was told was that he was replacing a car, and that it wasn't Lightning McQueen.

"So, who IS replacing Lightning McQueen?"  Radio found himself wondering yet again. As far as he knew, Lightning McQueen didn't have anyone to take his number for the World Grand Prix. He admitted to himself that he could be wrong, and that the media as well as his own teammates were hiding something from him. It wouldn't have been the first time that his teammates did something along those lines to him, and Radio didn't exactly trust the media completely.

[User]
Today was the day. The day where she finally convinced her brother to accept in taking his place for the World Grand Prix. Back in Miami, where she would usually take over the streets, she eventually got herself caught, and forced to retire the street-life after being put on parole. Interestingly, even after Thunder left the streets, her name as "champion" would continue to ring in the air from other cars. Especially, female ones. So, she had to say goodbye to her agent Lewis, but she was more than willing to stay in contact with him if she ever felt lonely. That's not to say that she didn't want to talk to her new friends, but still, there are some in the world who are closer to her than others. Plus, it was Lewis' idea to reside with her brother until she gets her life together, after receiving parole.

But then, Thunder personally decided to stay after Lightning got into an accident in his last race. For the past few months, she had been working on their relationship, since they've gone astray during their teenage years and, as a result, they manage to do some brother-sister time, in order to try and grow closer. So far, they're making good progress. Driving into the party hall within Tokyo, it was one of those moments where her paint actually shined, with the dimmed, colorful lights reflecting off of the surface. She did have to get it polished before attending the pre-event, otherwise she wouldn't make a very appealing first impression.

[Assistant]
"Look at that car!" Radio heard somebody say to another car nearby. He had a feeling that the car who spoke wasn't talking about him, but he decided to make a cocky reply. After all, who didn't like the glowing blue Ford Mustang logo that was on his grill? Not to mention the glowing blue stripes that went over his hood, over his roof and down the rear part of him.

"Who doesn't like glowing paint with lights in it?" Radio replied, pretending not to notice Jet's look of disapproval that was directed at him.

The car who had spoken first looked back Radio.

"Not you. I was talking about the female car currently with Lightning McQueen over there." The car replied before driving off, leaving Lightning McQueen and the other cars that were with him in plain view of Radio. Lightning McQueen appeared to be talking, but he wasn't in Radio's earshot, so Radio couldn't hear what was being said.

"I barely recognize Lightning McQueen in primer." Radio thought as he watched the older racecar.


[System]
Human appearance:
True appearance:
Equipment:Black armor, broken heart and mind.
Role:Offense.
Power:Shadowstep, shadowmeld (can teleport through darkness, and fade into darkness at will.)
Weapons and tools:Scythe of Souls, can safely store human souls for later release into the afterlife, Axe of Vengeance, used to punish those who upset the balance.
How do you view Humans?:To save humanity, I must give it something to fight against, to fight for. They must earn their survival.
Other:I know that I may die for my way of living, but it must be done.

[User] He looks up at the sounds of screams. A fight? He runs in the direction of the screaming, and sees a massive rift, and the expelled holy and unholy warriors in battle. He grins, and flings himself at a Demon, dragging it into the shadows. It roars and screams at him, and he ducks it's claws and pitchfork. "What lured you all here, I wonder?" He sees the other Protector, and stiffens. His eyes burst into flame, and he growls deep in his throat. The demon lunges at him, and he flies backwards from the impact, taking the demon with him.

[Assistant] Once all of the humans were gone, he brandished his sword and made quick work of a few Demons, and some Angels. He knew that there were more pouring out, and he wasn't enough to hold them back. Then he saw the Rule Breaker... He was never so relieved to see another Protector. He continued to cut down those in front of him. This sword has saved his life and others many times, and he almost prayed that it would continue that trend. An Angel lunged at him, which was followed by a gruesome scene of Athe brutally ripping the Angels wings off, then proceeding to break its neck with its own wings. Fun times.

[User] He continues fighting the massive demons, leaving the angels for Athe. Every swing of his weapons sends a enemy flying, and he finally manages to carve a path to Athe. Unlike Athe, he isn't concerned if a few mortals get hurt. He swings his axe around him with practiced ease, and fights to the portal itself. He stands at the gate, his axe and scythe blocking the weapon of a Archdemon, trying to hold it in the portal. "You huff need to die!" He twists, flipping it over in the portal, and slams his scythe into the demon's chest. The blade glows red, and the demon vanishes.

[Assistant] "Don't tire yourself out." He shouts to the other Protector as he continues to slash the Angels. He begins pushing forward becoming more creatively brutal with each kill. He eventually gets next to the Rule Breaker. He stands and hacks away at the Angels coming towards him. "JUST DIE ALREADY!" He shouts as he tears an Angel in half, using the two halves of the Angel to kill other Angels.

[User] He turns, his eyes not recognizing the other Protector for a moment. "You're....helping me? I thought you were just going to let them kill me." He tosses his axe at a angle, and it bounces, spinning into the battle. It flies around of its own accord, slashing and hacking at anything that gets too close. He grins. "Tire myself out? This is why I exist! War! You should duck."

[Assistant] While he ducked, as instructed. He looked back at him. "Didn't I tell you that I needed help? Why would I pass up the opportunity?" He said with a laugh as he continued to fight the intruders off. "Just don't hurt yourself... Or me." He spoke as he pushed closer to the rift, closing the distance so that he was the first, and last, thing that the monstrosities saw when they crossed over.

[User] The axe hurdles over his head, inches from giving him a haircut, and into his outstretched hand. He slashes his scythe though the opening, and the rift ripples, then blows apart. He nods to him, and sighs. "I figured you'd let me die, or kill me, during the fight so you could say your job was done. Clearly I was wrong. Thank you." He holds out a hand to shake. "Allies?"

[Assistant] As he watches the rift disperse, he turns to the Protector, and shakes his hand. "Allies. Now, let's figure out what happened to our other allies. If anyone asks, the Rule Breaker left the city." He says as he picks up his sword, and wipes the blood off of it. The Angel and Demon bodies began to dissipate. "This is going to be a pain to explain to the Vendors..."

[User] He shrugs. "Then don't. Say when you got there, the Rule Breaker had already finished and left. However, if I go with you, they'll know it's me. I openly left and attacked humans. So what should we do about that? And why do the Vendors think they're so high and mighty? They're not the ones out here getting dirty, doing the fighting."

[Assistant] "Well then I'll defend you. You valiantly saved Humans, while sacrificing yourself. We're a team. The only reason that I'm worried about the Vendors, is because they are the ones who clean up behind us. They also provide us with equipment and resources. So I try to stay on their good side." He says as he looks around. A short man walks out of a corner store, obviously one of the Vendors. He shouts to the Protectors, "You guys make this mess? Do you need anything? Store's open."

[User] He runs a finger on the edge of his axe, and frowns. Shaking his head sadly, he mutters, "Why must we rely on humans?" Then responding to the Vendor, he says, "Yes, my good man. Would you have a sharpening stone in your possession? My blades are dreadfully dull." He walks up to him, while putting his axe and scythe away.

[Assistant] "Because it's our job." He says as he walks into the Vendors shop. The Vendor perks up, "Yes! Sharpening stones are in the back, use as you need!" He says as he walks back into his shop, opening a door into a back room and leaving it open. "Take what you need, I'll get the streets cleaned."

[User] He picks one up, letting the steady rhythm of the stone rasping over his blade calm him. He looks around the room curiously, and glances out the window. "How many vendors have ever seen a Protector's true form? This is the first time I've talked with a Vendor, truth be told." His human disguse flickers, showing his true form. He doesn't seem to notice, and continues sharpening his blades.

[Assistant] "Vendors are used to us. They know all about us." Athe says as he sits in the corner, relaxing. "You have nothing to worry about. They don't care about how we work, only that we do out job. We keep them safe, they provide us with what we need." He sets his sword down beside him, and looks at the wall. "Besides that, they work as normal humans, running a business and doing what they can to survive." After a minute, Athe begins remembering all of the Vendors that he's met over the years. So many different Humans and Refugees that sided with them, to protect the humans. He remembered one specifically, she was a fallen Angel that decided to live among the humans, to help them however she could. He wondered about where she was now, or if she was even still alive.

[User] "Refugees from what? The war, or something else?" He taps his finger thoughtfully. "What makes humans different than other animals? And why do we fight both the Demons, and the Angels? Shouldn't you just pick a side to fight for? What are they fighting for?" He paces around the room. "Sorry for all the questions, this is the first time I've been able to talk with someone who wasn't trying to do me in."

[Assistant] "Most are refugees of the war. Angels and Demons that never wanted to fight. They just want to live in peace, and some don't want to live at all... But they make it through." He said, sitting forward. "Humans were hand crafted by God and The Devil. Their perfect creation. All the other animals were formed through Evolution. But Humans were crafted to never experience Evolution." He then stood up, stretching. "Ever since the Humans were created, there's been a war about who the Humans should be loyal to. The Devil wants them to carry out his destruction. God wants them to praise him forever. When Humans chose Neither, the two forces went into an all out war to try to force the Humans to one side. That's where the Protectors come in. No one knows who the first was. We don't pick a side, because we protect the Humans freedom to choose. Honestly, I don't know why we still do it. I don't question it. All I know is that I am a Protector, and I know what I was meant to do." He then picks up his sword, and sets it on a table, inspecting the handle.

[User] "I'm meant to fight, but that means I'm also doomed to die for what I believe in. At the moment I am untouchable, because if I'm attacked, innumerable humans will die. Why do you even care? What have they ever done for you that you couldn't do for yourself?" He spins his axe in one hand, the other tracing the small ruins in his axe. He doesn't seem to notice the Vendor in the room. He looks around the room, his eyes....lost. "My only purpose is to fight, to destroy. What else am I supposed to do?"

[Assistant] "Humans taught me what creation never could. Humans have showed me that nothing is too big to overcome. They taught me hope. I choose to fight because I want to protect that hope." He says as he begins wrapping the handle in leather. The Vendor walks in, "The streets are clean. I will say, you two are the only Protectors that I have seen in a long time. I do hope that you stick around, or bring your friends back." He then walks to the counter and begins work as normal.

[User] He shakes his head. "The only thing I've ever gotten is fear and rejection. But what do you expect when you're an exterminator, an outcast. A mistake. A broken, demented, creacher?" He sighs, laying his axe across his lap. "The only times I've ever interacted with humans was during war. What is my purpose, if not to fight?" His eyes glow softly orange.

[Assistant] "Well, you're not exactly the friendly type. You're only broken, because you let yourself stay that way." Athe says as he begins sharpening his sword. "Anything that is broken can be fixed. You just have to want to fix it." The sound of the stone against the metal is calming to Athe. "If fear and rejection is met with hate and violence, then nothing will change. You have to show them that you are more than a monster... Even if that's exactly what we are."

[User] He shakes his head. "But all I am is a monster." He looks up, his eyes blazing. The faint sounds of screams of pain and fear come from his helmet, and scenes of incredible violence flicker in his eyes. "My only purpose is to fight. Without it, what am I?" His scythe and axe begin echoing the wails and screams in his eyes. "This is the only reason I exist, to fight."

[Assistant] "Friend." He says as he stops. "Take off your helmet." He slowly turns to look at him. "Release the pain and anger that you have kept inside. Violence is spawned from anger, pain, and fear. Just like the Humans, there is only so much that we can bear emotionally. You must learn how to release, to let go."

[User] He sighs, and the helmet shimmers away, showing his true nature, a being of pure rage and battle. His white hot eyes stare at Athe in sad confusion. "How can I let go, if I feel it from everything surrounding me? My only purpose is to fight, to give humans, and Protectors, something to take their emotional turmoil out on, to prove their worth against. I am essentially a living target. What is there to let go? Without my battle fever, what am I?"

[Assistant] "There is so much that you don't understand. Everyone has the ability to change, yet few do." He says as he leans against the table. "You are a Protector. You must let go of the rage. You must put in an effort to change." He begins fixing the bandages on his arms. "Everyone can change. You just have to try."

[User] "It's not that. I was literally created to fight humans. My scythe is designed to capture human souls, and my axe is for personal protection from other Protectors. Do you know what happened the last time I tried to give up my rage? I tried to help someone, but my help inadvertently has caused millions of human deaths. No matter who I side with, many humans will die. So why not stay on my own? I'm cursed anyway, why would I want to help one side of the war over the other?" AS he talks, his weapons glow and whisper in a strange language.

[Assistant] "Well. Use that. There are many humans that, unfortunately, know of us, and don't like us. They actively work to undermine everything that we stand for." He says as he goes back to sharpening his sword. "Almost sounds like a Bounty Hunter... Huh."

[User] "Bounty hunters going up against a literal army of nigh immortal beings? Sounds like the line of work for a fool. Does this mean that I get to hunt them down and destroy them?" His eyes shine with battle fever. "I need to fight something. If I'm not fighting, I get angry, and I take it out on anything around me."

[Assistant] "Remember your job. Don't get too excited." He says with a small laugh. "We're still Protectors." He finished sharpening his sword. "Calm yourself."


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

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

Appearance:

7ft tall, pale skin and snow white hair. Sturdy and heavy frame, but still retains her feminine figure despite adhering to a strict physical training regime.

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

Running up along the spine of her chestguard is a refractor field generator built into the plate itself, taking form of a small generator emitting a series of horizontal, blue lights up along the back of the chestplate, and shaped much like a human skeletal spine. When activated, a faint, blue and almost invisible barrier appears around her figure. Her helmet is made out of the same material as that of her armor, and it takes the form of a gothic plated helmet, with a narrow but wide blue glass visor and a longer neck guard extending out behind her helmet. Two plastic tubes are attached to a rebreather device at the bottom mouth piece of her helmet, that stretch out on each side of her neck and down into a small, highly pressurized air tank built into the back of her chestguard.

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

Equipment:

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

Calisto. Plasma Pistol.

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

Refractor Field. Description under Appearance.

2x Servo-Skulls: Familiars. Mostly used to store events, data, recordings and scrolls and provide reconnaissance.

Character trait: Haunted. Through past deeds, Adrianne has had the great misfortune of gaining the personal attention of an entity in the warp that now stalks her from the other side. Whether this is because of revenge, amusement, desire or hunger; the entity's attention leads to danger for anyone around Adrianne, whether friend or foe; and this danger is in direct relation to the weakness of the barrier between the physical world and the immaterium. Of course, Adrianne would never admit to this; because something like this could _never_ happen to a talented psyker as herself!

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

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

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

[User]
Medaira innocently tilted her head at the demoness that completely ignored her. Her eyes impassively stared at the hologram that vanished into nothingness as holograms did and her eyes narrowed for just a moment." Eventually..." She chirped innocently and happily yet her eyes were passionate about something and maybe a few hundreds of ideas ran through her mind." I will make her 'smile'~ from ear to ear. And relieve her from that weight on her chest... Need scalpels for when we meet her again... and a surgery manual... yes...yes! " She whistled.

 Her head turned slowly towards the door and cocked to the side with a gleeful look as they burst open. Medaira's hand right away snapped forward as she started unloading shot after shoot at the smaller chaos critters, while her eyes were locked at the bigger one. Her servo head that was in the air was already making a line across the ceiling and as the psyker forced the things into place, halting their advance, the flying head just dropped the frag right at the head of the most center one." Gifts for one and all~" She sang as one of her mechadendrites pulled another frag from somewhere on her robes and with a snap movement she tossed it at the chaos entities too, her power axe held in place by her other mechadendrites. She kept the servo head in strategic distance above the Chaos Spawn's head, it had a sonic weapon she planned to unleash at the right moment from right beside it's head.

 Between the frags and the firepower of the entire team, she was running calculations on possible outcomes of the situation. Her next course of action was to confirm the state of the entrance they used to get here. Initially she wanted to bring the dome down, but sadly a dome like this was among the more sturdy possible constructions so to bring it down it would take more than a few frags. It might even survive a proper bombardment after all. Still her head turned back to the danger at hand, leaving the servo head to observe the flanks from it's altitude as she swung her power axe in her other hand and focusing on firing her boltgun.

[Assistant]
As soon as the first of the five Horrors of Tzeentch had been cut in half by Celestian Andromedai's Phase Sword, the others seemed to immediately adapt. A carapace formed upon them and they moved more rapidly upon the ground, a clear attempt to gain any form of advantage. Little did they know though, the retinue was just as adaptable to the changes that were happening before them. The second horror charged at Stukov and was swiftly blown into pieces that disintegrated into ash due to his shotguns blessed rounds, effectively stopping the horror where it stood for good. At the same time, Cole fired off precision shots at the horrors that hounded the retinue, though it was Adrianne's warp ability that effectively helped bring the lesser threat to an end. With the powers of the warp, the horrors were grouped up and slowed down to the point of where it seemed as if they were standings still, then blown into small pieces beyond recognition, thanks to Medaira and the well placed grenade that had been dropped on top of them.

Unfortunately, the Chaos Spawn had grown weary of merely observing from the rear of the battle, and now felt it was an appropriate time to move forward and begin it's assault upon the retinue. Celestian Andromedai was the first to raise her weapon and fire upon the hulking abomination, and while her rounds seemed to strike the Chaos Spawn, it appeared unphased by any damage it was taking. Unlike the horrors that had charged into the field of battle, the horror merely walked forward then bent down upon its front legs as if it was going to pounce but instead shot forth a hail of razor sharp quills. These quills fired at the retinue as a whole, and Celestian Andromedai found that they had the strength to disrupt even her Rosarius's conversion field emitter. One of the quills even managed to break through, and pierce into the Sister of Battles armor, though thankfully it did not puncture any skin.

In the middle of the fight, the retinues coms would activate, and Aviza's voice would be heard, even over the roars of rage that emitted from the Chaos Spawn. "Celestian Andromedai and retinue." began Aviza, though was quickly cut off from Andromedai who was not having any form of outside interruption at the moment. "Not now Aviza, we are in the middle of a situation!" said Andromedai, though Aviza was being persistent and started again. "There's a situation here as..." this time, Celestian Andromedai raised her voice, almost yelling at Aviza, who finely backed down, "Not now, Chaos Spawn!" The coms fell silent, and Celestian Andromedai fired another volley of heavy bolter rounds at the Chaos spawn who still shrugged off the attacks.

[User]
Stukov silently thanked the Throne that the buckshot tore apart the Horror he'd fired on, seeing the fast work of the rest of the team clean up the horrors in rather short order. Especially the combination of psyker powers and judicious application of grenades. Still, that left the Chaos Spawn that seemed to no longer be content simply lingering and trying to look menacing, instead choosing to engage. The armsman was ready to charge it when he saw it crouch down, and then launch a volley of these quill things at the retinue as a whole. Given his closer proximity, Stukov had little recourse but to shield his vitals and pray. He grunted in pain as his left arm was turned into a pincushion, the flak armor under the greatcoat's sleeves doing little to protect against the attack compared to what it was designed to work against, and he could feel one in the meat of his thigh as well as one that was scraping against his stomach, that had punched in at an angle through the carapace armor and nearly impaled him in the gut as well. He tried to reach down to rip that quill out of the armor, but he realized the naval pistol was quite literally pinned to his hand at the moment, rendering pretty much his entire left arm useless. Great.

 He couldn't work a pump action shotgun one handed, and the quill that left the naval pistol stuck to his hand probably ruined the magazine well as well, meaning he likely only had a few shots left in it assuming it worked at all still. That left the chainsword and using the pistol as a bludgeon. Either way he couldn't easily evade another volley of those quills and he raised the chainsword as he stormed forward in the wake of the attack, weapon roaring to life as he charged its left side, his injuries plainly evident as he engaged on the side that didn't have the large, hulking pincer, looking to kill the thing as fast as he could as he engaged it with the only weapons he had left to him. Getting its attention would let the others focus on bringing the thing down, and then they could worry about whatever it was that was being a problem that Sis tried to get a hold of them over. He'd dropped any pretenses of trying to speak further, teeth gritted in anger, and in pain, as he focused his efforts on assaulting the Spawn with chainsword and faith.

[Assistant]
The tingling sensation of Adrianne's psychic powers had urged her to take cover behind one of the pillars, and she was happy she did when the fiend's quills shot out across the room like a hail of flachettes ripping through furniture, daemon remains and taking chunks out of the pillar she had been hiding behind!

"That thing is armored like a tank!"

Adrianne exclaimed as she watched the bolter rounds bounce off the creature's carapace and do little more than leave a few dents and cracks. If they were going to take this thing down, they would need something on the level of a heavy bolter or be able to find its weakspot!

On the bright side, it also occurred to Adrianne that she had just the thing for this issue.

"Medaira!" Adrianne called out, before pulling one of the two krak grenades from her belt and throwing it towards the tech priestess - allowing her psychic powers to lift the grenade mid-throw and carry it the rest of the way to Medaira.
"We need it on the warpspawn before Stukov manages to fulfill his duty to the emperor!"

Adrianne called out to Medaira, as the roughly cube-shaped anti-tank grenade slid into Medaira's hands/mechadendrites/recepticles.

Privately, a part of Adrianne's more sensible psyche inquired about the wisdom of handing out such a high grade explosive to a clearly unstable character like Medaira. But another, more reckless part of Adrianne's sub-psyche argued that if anyone knew how to wield an explosive properly, it would be the explosive-obsessed tech priestess. If anything, Medaira couldn't possibly make the situation any worse than it already was! Well, unless she accidentally managed to hit Stukov with the krak grenade.

The Psyker made a mental note to steer clear of Medaira's line of fire and watch for any errant anti-tank grenades.


[System]
Appearance:
Nicknames/Titles: Knight/Blacksmith
Gender: Male
Age: 17
Skills: He has a triple spin, calling it Cyclone. He also has a jumping arc attack, slamming his sword on opponents.
Equipment: A long, sharp broadsword. He carries it upon his waist. He tends to carry some rations and his clothing is always travel-ready.
Personality: He tends to be outgoing and friendly most of the time, however, if somebody snaps at him for a mistake he makes, he will become shyer and angered. He will keep quiet at these time and always try to do everything right. He hates chaos, but also hates waiting and needing a 'plan', as he states it. He enjoys action, but knows when he needs to back up and keep living.
Biography: Dante was born in Hoskaros as a child, during a time of strife. He grew up learning to fight and fend for himself, learning combat skills and how to handle a blade. He had minimal gun training, but never has had a real opportunity to practice and use guns. He moved to New Torrea at the age of 15, and has a house there, and makes a decent living as a blacksmith/weapon trainer. He isn't the most well known, but some people know his name.
Others:

[User]
Dante

Dante was working on his forge, making trinkets and weapons for travelers who requested. It seemed awfully busier as of late, with Kingdown Expansion came the need for tools, and he had to deliver. He just returned a gun to a new customer, who needed the handle fixed. However, Dante took his time, disassembling it and examining how it worked, before fixing and returning it. The prospect of forging a gun was always so exciting! After wiping his brow, beaded with sweat from the heat and work, he noticed a poster on the wall, alarmingly red colored. "Hm? What is this?" he said, reading the big poster, then looking at the small writing. "I'm afraid I can't decipher this just yet..." Dante muttered, taking the poster and going inside to properly examine the small text. He left a sign that said, "Out for lunch!" although if someone looked enough, they could see his thin frame's shadow in a window, peering over something.

[Assistant]
Bristlebane had definitely had taken Yunan by surprise however upon contact and pressure during mid-air a yellow barrier appeared that surrounded Yunan. It had knocked away the assailant considering what he was trying to do, which was obviously trying to knock Yunan over. However, It was obvious that it would take more than simply the body to take down Yunan. To Yunan the spell that surrounded him, was an automatic spell that Yunan had came up with that required only the assistance of his Golden Staff that he carried around, as people around who noticed the two could see the thing shimmering faintly as it was supply energy for the barrier before it had went transparent. It was obvious that the magical shield was still up, as now that his assailant at such close range could see the space was subtly warped around Yunan indicating the barrier.

Yunan's assailant had chosen the wrong person to steal from, however he decided that he would let them off easy... considering they haven't done anything bad, yet. So with his staff it gathered its energy taking its time before the staff shot down a tiny green orb into the ground right beneath the ground where Bristlebane was knocked back to. The green orb had grown vines from the feet of his assailant and had slowly crawled up from his feet and up to the top. The vine gave little resistance and was relatively easy to get out of it you had at least a little bit of strength, the rate of travel of the climbing vines were also slow giving Bristlebane more than enough time to escape. With him busy, Yunan waited to see what the man would do with his spell slowly entangling him.

[User]
A white gloved hand plucked Astarte's cigarette out of his mouth, putting the tip into a skull headed pipe clamped between sharp grinning teeth as Cassie eyed the young boy, monocle glinting in the sun before she handed the cigarette back. Such brazen behavior towards a knight, let alone one of the Triumvirate, was something most would never dare. But then, few dared what Cassie dared. She puffed the pipe, letting a trail of smoke bleed out from her teeth as she cocked her head, the massive Howler Cannon strapped to her back clanking against the ammo bag. She smelled heavily of cordite, smoke, gun oil, and black powder. Odds are she'd just finished morning drills with her platoon, or maintenance on the Howler, or any number of things involving her beloved cannon. She spoke way too loudly, causing several passerby to give curious glances as her voice carried across the square.

"Goooood morning Sir Astarte. Isn't it a bit early to be getting worked up over your sister's little event? Actually, keep going. You're pretty freaking cute when you're ruffled."

The bombardier's jackal grin widened as she gave a salute, still 'technically' following protocol. As a sapper, she was quite low in the military, after all. She took a long drag as she eyed the piece of paper, having already seen about 16 others around the city. You'd have to be deaf and blind to not pick up the hidden message that was so absolutely poorly hidden within the letters, or to hear the whispering from the citizens who had noticed it. While Cassie was most definitely deaf in her left ear from the Cannon, she was certainly not blind. Especially since the subject had been on her mind for days now. Still, it would be best to avoid bringing the subject up, especially around Hazael's brother. Her amber eyes flitted back to Astarte, the grin remaining as she puffed the pipe.

"I take it by the grumblings and threats of assault upon your sister that you will NOT be joining the event? You wouldn't happen to know anything about it? I'm curious myself."

[Assistant]
Chloe Magnolia Chevalier stood in the shadow of an alleyway, the dim light partially hiding her from view as she eyed the passing crowds with growing apprehension. The bag on her back shuddered slightly in response to her growing disquiet. Chloe was not in a good position and she knew it. Her father, the retired knight commander Callahan Chevalier had just recently survived an assassination attempt by an unknown political faction. Well, that was what the letter that she had received had said anyway.

However she had her doubts as to how 'unknown' that faction truly was. If you knew who to ask there was always someone who could enlighten you, often for a price. It was no secret that her father, a fervent royalist was a staunch supporter of the king. He followed the code of chivalry almost to the letter and would lay down his life for his liege. And retired or not he had influence at court. And the loyalty of his men. That might have had something to do with it. But Chloe had been away for a long, long time. The political game had become a distant memory to her. It was a game she despised. And then there were the rumors.

The rumours were unsettling to say the least. The king was dying it was said and prime minister Donat had taken the reigns of state in his absence. Chloe didn't care about that. The power plays of nobility were of no interest to her. But if anyone of them had hurt her dad there would be hell to pay. They would find out how lethal a paper cut could be. Chloe stilled her breath for a few heartbeats to regain her composure and reasserted dominance over the contents of her bag. Her bag grew still and silent. She looked at the note in her hand one more time.

She didn't care too much about the message itself, only the name attached to it. Lieutenant Knight Commander Hazeal. Chloe had never met her but she vaguely recalled the name. Whoever she was Hazeal would provide her with answers. They might not be the answers that she wanted to hear but that was beside the point. But there was something else that she needed to do first. Chloe stepped out of the alley and strode over to the smithy across the way, its door was closed and a note announced lamely that the owner was out for lunch. Chloe knew that that was not true, she had watched the man enter only moments before. He had looked distracted. Or thoughtful. It hard to tell. She supposed he did not want to be disturbed. This had no bearing on her thought process however as she knocked loudly on the door.

"I need you to make me something and I'm willing to pay double," Chloe announced to the closed door as a single sheet of paper obediently found its way into her hand. It was a simple diagram with simple instructions. It showed a picture of rods made of reinforced steel. She had a thought. "I could read the poster for you if you want?"

[User]
Bristlebane to his surprise was rejected by the presence of some type of barrier and he fell to the ground, it seemed the mage was either incredibly observant or had passive defenses, since most mages were lazy most likely the latter. Then to his great fascination, vines began emitting from a green orb and started crawling up his legs and encasing his bod. He wondered how far they would creep before they stopped, a gentle and subtle tug informed him that he could get out if he wanted, but he decided against it and simply adjusted his hat and flipped the card in it to a jester of diamonds.

 He began conversation with the mage, "Well hello there, my name is Bristlebane travelling Troubadour at your service, I do apologize for my misconduct one of THESE BUNDLING SCOUNDRELS bumped me ever so rudely into your defenses." Bristlebane said blatantly lying to the mages face and showing no sign of it., then he paused and glanced at the vines again. "By the way just how do these vines of yours work, do they grow by themselves or do you have to constantly use magic, can you control how they grow? Oh oh can you make a pillow and blanket out of them? I bet they would make an amazing sleeping place, and if you covered yourself with them you would be practically invisible." Bristlebane spat out the questions in rapid fire. If there was a thing Bristlebane wanted to do more than anything else it was learn how to use magic.

[Assistant]
Ralena stood before one of the many advertisements.

Recruiting...

The young woman in her armour and battle attire studied the paper for some moments, before deciding to see what this was all about. Taking one last look at the paper, Ralena began to make her way through the streets.

What's this all about?

[User]
Dante

Dante heard a loud knocking interrupt his thoughts as he was browsing the jumbled letters. Sighing, he stood, about to answer the customer, when they mentioned, "I can read the poster for you if you want?" they called. Dante quickly opened the door, giving the customer a studious look. "Ah, you saw me I guess? Well, I would appreciate it, I can't read the jumbled letters..." he said, looking at the poster he brought out with him. "Anyways, you can talk to me about the poster while I work on whatever it is you want. I should be able to get the job done." He said proudly, looking at his blazing forge.

[Assistant]
"Oh it's no problem, I am the one inconveniencing you after all," Chloe said nonchalantly as she channelled magic into the poster that she herself was carring, causing it to float in the air just above her hand so that the writing was pointing roughly toward the blacksmith. She paused for a second as the thought occurred to her that that had not been the wisest of things to do in front of a stranger, not everyone reacted to magic in the same way. Sometimes it could go really badly. But usually, not so much. The poster coiled up and around her arm like a snake and wove its way into her backpack, disappearing inside with a rustle.

"It's a message, you know, sort of hidden in the words, it actually took me a little while myself," she said humbly. Chloe leaned against the wall and looked sidelong at the smith. "It's an accusation, kinda, it's saying that your dear sweet prime minster has been a very naughty boy. I guess if that bothers you then you, I don't know, you could do something about it."

Chloe watched as he went about his work. Depending on how you looked at it what he was doing was no different than magic, he took an idea, shaped it in his mind and then made it real. She was kind of surprised he hadn't asked her why she needed steel rods/ She was grateful for his professional discretion.