[System]
Race: Human

Personality: A stammering, stuttering mess of a man, Caractacus has trouble in dealing with the living. He is nervous and self-doubting in the utmost when around anything but the dead. Still, he doesn't harbor ill-will toward the living, more of a deep-seated fear and unease. Being around him creates a sense of unease, as though there was something sinister about him.

Background: Caractacus was always sickly and unwell, even in his youth. An early indicator of his affinity for the dead. He grew up with no friends, and even family took pains to avoid his presence. This had a profound effect on Caractacus, and drove him away from society, where he would meet his mentor, an impossibly old man, who taught him his connection with the dead, and how to utilize it. When he had taught Caractacus enough to get by, the old man sent him off. Caractacus attempted to re-enter society, but now more than ever his presence caused fear and distrust, and he was quickly driven away. Caractacus fled to seclusion. He spent his time there thinking on what his powers meant, and what his purpose was. After three years on his own, he came to a conclusion, and set out to make his purpose reality.

Abilities: Summon undead: Caractacus can summon two lesser undead creatures, such as skeletons or zombies, and command them for a period of 24 hours before they disintegrate. Note that these undead are not like those of the Lich king, but merely empty vessels animated by death magic.
Bolster undead: For a short period of time, Caractacus can increase the strength, speed, and dexterity of any undead creature under his control or allied to him.
False life: Using death magic, Caractacus can extend the life of any living creature through pain and wounds. This spell allows anything he casts it on to continue living past what would normally kill someone, but only so far, and all wounds sustained will have to be healed before the spell ends or the subject of the spell will still die.
Magic missile: A tool in nearly every wizard's arsenal, Caractacus produces a trio of magical darts, which he flings at his opponents. While not particularly powerful, they do not consume a lot of energy, and are easy to cast.
Equipment: Staff: A simple tool in the spellcaster's arsenal, this staff lets Caractacus focus his magical energy, to better cast spells.
Journal: A large journal, in which Caractacus constantly takes notes, in a language that seems rather foreign.
Wizard robe: This one is a dark gray. More to identify him as a wizard than anything else.
Dagger: A last resort. A simple, steel weapon.

[User]
The words of the Illithid troubled Morro. She didn't like the thought of more of the monsters wandering around, especially if they found their way onto Three Nations territory. It would be impossible to wage a war on both the undead and Illithids at the same time, and disastrous if they decided to attack after the undead had been defeated. With those worrying thoughts tugging at her mind, she hardly noticed when the mage turned to address her. When the silence stretched out, the knight realised and pushed her plate towards him. "No, feel free to eat. After all, you'll need to keep your strength up." Satisfied that there was at least a semblance of peace in the tavern, she stood up and excused herself from the table. "Feel free to sit down and wait. I'll be right back." With a final glance back at the odd group, she made her way up the stairs and into her room.

The bedroom itself was empty. Empty of any armour, or of any weapons. None of her personal belongings were where she had left them, either. Morro swore and strode to the gap in the wall. The once settled dust and rubble had been disturbed, and sure enough there was a single footprint where there had not been before. When she leaned out of the window, she could see where the grass had been pushed aside as people passed through. The path lead up the hill and into the woods. She swore once more, and left the room for a final time.

She made her way back downstairs with a heavy heart. "I'm afraid to say the new recruits who were supposed to aid you have bailed on us. I'll have to go back to my base to gather more troops and equipment, but we don't have enough time for you to wait for me." Morro sighed, and cast a glare out of the window to the path. "You'll have to go on without me, and I'll find you when I return." Her eyes flickered between the three of them. The lizard could not lead, for she was a lizard. Nor could they have a monster watching over the group. But somebody had to watch over them, seeing as she wouldn't be around. With reluctance and a sigh, she turned to the necromancer. "Can I trust you to make sure that the others don't do anything stupid? I want them and you alive, if possible." The knight glanced outside again and guessed at the time before turning back to the mage. "I want you out of here by midday. The bartender should provide you with food and drink for the journey. Agreed?"

[Assistant]
The moment he was given approval, Caractacus sat back down and started eating. He was starving. Still, he avoided scarfing down the food, as he usually did when he was alone, if only to avoid looking more like a freak. Caractacus looked up from his plate when the knight stood to leave. He grunted acknowledgement through a mouthful of food. Nothing to be worried about at the moment. He finished off the dish before she returned. She shared the unpleasant news of her companions' desertion. Caractacus was hardly aware of their existence in the first place, but he rued the delay it would cause. Then she asked him a question. "Can I trust you to make sure that the others don't do anything stupid? I want them and you alive, if possible."

Caractacus withheld a gasp. He was being given command? This wasn't something he'd prepared for. Sentients were harder to manage than the undead. Still he wasn't going to pass up the responsibility to the illithid. Caractacus tried to look confident. "I'll uh, do it. Good. Yes. Out of here by midday, of c-course!."

[User] Masrith listened to the conversation as it continued. "If we were look at things as they are presented. A necromancer isn't a good idea for a first impression. The lizard is the friendliest looking face." He said through the creature. "Not because im interested in hearing the race card, but despite our cruel reputation. My people are known for their mental capacity. I would suggest the lizard being the face of the group. The necromancer could give the orders, and I could be the strategic thinker." Masrith looked at the group for a sogn of approval. "A mental link between ths group is the best strategic option. It would much easier to plan and communicate under circumstances of extreme stress. It also helps prevent any language barrier."

[Assistant]
Caractacus shook his head again. "I have t-two caveats. First, we will be moving through the Old Country, yes? The undead are quite p-prevalent, and a necromancer l-like myself would not be, aheh, quite so sh-shunned, I would think. N-not to say the presence of our uh, slith compatriot--er, companion, isn't appreciated." Caractacus briefly smiled at Kij'hara. "But I wouldn't think a friendly face c-counts for much out there."

Caractacus stood up from his chair and stared the illithid in the eye. "And second. I do not now, nor will I ever, want you in my mind. You can respect that, or I will take my leave of you and this quest.

[User] Masrith let out an annoyed sigh. He began to speak through the Slith. "I will not argue any longer. Ad a few last words before we depart. A necromancer will never be looked upon as a good omen along these accursed lands as you could easily be mistaken as a servant of the lich. Lastly, I respect the privacy of your mind, however if we are ever surrounded by enemies. I will talk to you in your mind regardless as speaking a plan aloud infront of your enemies is absurd." The Illithid took his hand off of the Sliths head and waited for them to depart. The Sliths eyes grew white again. Masrith would speak. "I suggest trying to capture a hollow undead. Defeating an enemy requires knowledge of its weaknesses and behavioral patterns. I had several hypothesis about the undead that are hollow."

[Assistant]
Her foot hit the floor with a clang. Morro stamped in impatience, and turned to the Illithid with a glare. "The necromancer will lead the group until I return. I don't have time for you to argue against that." As the two continued to argue, the Knight fell silent and let her head droop in despair as the fact slowly sank in that the fate of the Three Nations could depend on these two. Finally something snapped, and she jabbed a finger towards the wizard. "You may be in charge, but the Lich's undead minions won't stop to listen to the Squid talking through the Lizard. Especially in the midst of battle. You are going to have to learn to work together, and if that means him talking to you through your mind then you'll just have to deal with it." Morro leaned forwards and thrust her face up to the Necromancers. "Got it?"

She didn't wait for a response before twisting away and storming up to the bartender. She muttered something to him and he nodded before rummaging around under the bar. She turned away from him and called over to the dysfunctional group over the heads of other frightened customers. "Make your way to the mountain, I'll find you there." The Knight made her way over to the doorway and was halfway through before she stopped and glared back at them, considering something for a second. Finally she spoke a few last words of farewell. "Good luck, and... Don't get yourself killed." With a final second taken to disapprovingly survey them one last time, she gave a small nod and disappeared out of the door.

[User]
Caractacus sighed, his grip tightening on the plain staff at his side. "I will do what I must. A curt answer, but one that would serve satisfactory. It was true, too. He was prepared to see this through now that he had a position of responsibility. Caractacus pushed away the empty plate and stood up.

"Very well. I am r-ready to leave, whenever you two are." He looked at his two newfound companions. He hoped they would serve trustworthy. As much as he hated the idea, he knew he would have to speak to the illithid mentally at some point. Morro was right in saying there would be no time to speak through the slith. It didn't stop his skin from crawling however.

Shaking the thought from his mind, he snapped his fingers at his zombies, and gave a terse order. "Follow. The shambling corpses followed close behind Caractacus as he took a position by the door.

[Assistant] Masrith stayed silent. He stood up when all were ready to leave. He walked out the door and looked around. He wasn't sure in which direction they were going because he hadn't been to the surface often and was not familiar with the area. "Where to?" The only words that the Illithid spoke. He closed his eyes. There wasn't really much sun light but it still bothered him. Knowing he spends most of his time in the dark contributed to that.

[User]
Caractacus stepped outside, flanked by his two zombies. He stared out across the great swamp that was now the land of the dead. Turning to the illithid, Caractacus answered curtly. "Into the center of the Old Country." He pointed at the newly sprung mountain looming in the distance. "To the mountain. He took a few steps away from the building, on to the muddy soil. Close behind were his zombies.

"Once the slith joins us, we'll head out. It should be some time before we reach the mountain proper, but if we set a pace, we should be there withing a fortnight. Would be easier with horses..." The beasts of the earth never liked his presence. Caractacus's strange aura seemed to even effect the lesser beings. He shrugged, and turned to wait for the third of the trio to join them outside.

[Assistant]
Kij'hara lingered a moment before stepping outside to join the others, contemplating her options. Did she really want to do this? Was it worth the risk? Sunlight streamed into the tavern through the broken structure, and she savoured the warmth on her scales. Inside the mountain it would be dark, cold. Lifeless. The idea of such an unnatural place didn't appeal to her, but then again, what did she have to lose? Her mind was made up, and she stepped outside with a measured readiness for the journey ahead.

They appeared ready to move on, and the necromancer at least seemed to know where he was going. Kij'hara had never ventured far into the Old Country, even before the mountain and the dead rose again. "There appear to be no horses here. We may find some on our way, but until then it seems we'll have to travel on foot. Unless either of you has a better idea?" She glanced at the Illithid and then the mage, trying to gauge whether either of them did, in fact, have a better idea. Finally she settled her gaze on the human, and bared her teeth in a half hearted smile. "Lead on."


[System]
Freak Label: Anomaly

Gender: Female

Age: 21

Faction: Freak (Not actually a Freak, but fits in well with them due to her lack of arms. She's really an Epic)

Ability: Psychic fists! Xoxi is able to conjure and control up to two psychic hands at will, and each hand would act the same as any old appendage, but it comes with the catch that Xoxi is unable to feel any pain that these hands would have to experience while still being able to feel most sensations (she struggles to differentiate textures, weight, and temperature unless it's an extreme difference). Both hands can vary in size, with it being the size of an average human hand or increasing to around double that size, should she wish for that.

"Mutation": Somewhat tying into her past, Xoxi has permanently lost her arms due to an... unknown disease, and any attempts to give a suitable replacement to her arms via surgical attachment or prosthetics will result in the replacement being completely useless. Effectively, Xoxi is unable to have arms, but she copes with it because she has her cool ghost hands to use instead, so it isn't so bad.

Weakness: Fire. If Xoxi is around fire, she'll go into a panic and lose all connection to her abilities, which makes the situation a bit more problematic as she has no arms to extinguish the flame. Aside from that, there's not a ton that can stop her psychic abilities.

Personality: Xoxi acts rather blasphemous to other's beliefs, hashing them as their own ideology of what they simply choose to believe in, and while she doesn't care about whaat you are, be it a Freak, Epic, or just a nobody, she'll accuse you of being an idiot when you worship a High over all else. Her ultimate goal in life isn't to steal the power of a High, or anything of the sort, but it is to ascend to the position of a High and really see if they're an urban legend or reality.

Aside from that, Xoxi is an incredibly laid back individual, preferring being cold to warm, and she doesn't mind playing a round of video games using her psychic hands. That being said, she's deathly afraid of fire, and she will refuse to go within 10 feet of any flame that isn't small and controlled (stoves don't bother her, but campfires do).

Appearance: Standing at 5'1", boasting nothing but a flat chest, no arms, and a large burn scar down the side of her body, Xoxi is a rather unremarkable specimen. She likes to wear more comfortable clothes and commonly will be seen wearing a purple hoodie and any old set of pants she can find that belong to her.

When she's out and about being Anomaly, however, she'll put a black leather jacket over her hoodie for some added protection, and she'll carry a bandana around just in case she has to hide her identity. Surprisingly, this works out more often than you would think.

Background: Born to a broken household a few towns away from Epic City, Xoxi's life wasn't super interesting aside from the fact that her parents divorced when she was young. In the divorce, her father got custody of her and cared for her like she was the only thing that mattered, and while he couldn't afford a ton of luxuries due to his unfortunate employment circumstances, the two managed to get by in their small apartment on a fair budget, although life got considerably harder when Xoxi was identified with the unknown disease that took her arms away in a mass of rotted flesh and such (it only affected her arms, interestingly).

Now on a smaller budget, Xoxi's father took her out of school in order to help her cope with the loss of her arms, which she didn't really care that she lost as long as she was with her dad. The two attempted many times to get a suitable prosthetic from, but every attempt failed as the prosthetic limbs were unable to be secured without causing some other form of difficulty to Xoxi, including having a set stiffen out to the her sides 24/7, another set completely falling apart as soon as they left the building, and various other ways that the sets fell apart.

When Xoxi was 16, a fire broke out in her apartment complex, and it spread fast to the point where her dad and her were quickly in grave danger. While her dad's life was claimed by the burning, Xoxi was saved due to a voice in her head telling her that she could get out if "she could see the hands that guided her." It was then that Xoxi discovered her psychic abilities, using the ghostly hands in front of her to break down the door and get out of the complex. The fire claimed a bit of her body, as a large scar was etched into her skin that night, but she was alive.

After being admitted into Epic City's hospital burn ward (the town she lived in before didn't really have a hospital able to treat her wounds), the doctors that tended to her burns were dumbfounded that this double amputee managed to survive the fire despite having no arms, dubbing her survival as an anomaly of unknown proportions. She shrugged it off, knowing that she could do marvelous things with her mind fists, but that day has given her a permanent resentment of fire.

She left the hospital's care soon after, in search of a new place to call home. She knew that efforts of adoption in this city were slim if you weren't a kid, and she was at a further disadvantage than some with her lack of arms. Eventually, she encountered another Freak, who assumed she was something like him (though less horrific) due to her lack of arms, and he asked her what she went by. The first word that came to her mind when she had to tell him was "anomaly", so she took up the name in order to protect who she truly was. From that day forward, the Freak that asked her identity would become her best friend, and he showed her where people like them were able to fit in.

Xoxi currently resides in Undertown as Anomaly, alongside the comfort of her best friend Pudding (the only way to describe this guy was that he was an anthropomorphic pile of sludge), and she has her dream of ascending to the position of a High, although she doesn't know if she'll ever amount to that.

[User]
Edward was walking toward Central Park when the High Clairvoyant warned of the Snapper in the park. Edward quickly donned the guise of Magus and headed to the Park. By the time he arrived, several things had already happened. First of all, Dragon Heart and Blacklight were fighting. Again.

Secondly, someone had angered the turtle as evidenced by the fact that it was not peacefully grazing as the snappers tended to do. Instead, one of the Freaks who worked with the Emergency Response and Search and Rescue teams had placed his arm in the turtle's mouth, then proceeded to grow the arm large enough to actually lift the turtle off the ground.

Thirdly, ECPD and a few other Epics seemed to be effectively keeping civilians out of danger. It would appear he was not currently needed, but he would observe and intervene if the need did arise. Then he looked back at the people ushering the crowd away. One of the people, wielding a glass baton, looked familiar. He hadn't gotten a good look at the man the first time they had met, but it was good enough that Magus recognized him now. He approached the glass manipulator, ushering people away as he went. "We meet again," he said when he was just feet away from his adversary.

[Assistant]
Roxana whimpered as Alex found her under the table. "Too much, too much, too much," she repeated, rocking back and forth. Only now did she feslt like she was getting herself back together. Forcing herself to stop and breathe, Roxana looked up at her friend. "It's too open," she managed, uncurling herself. "Too much sky."

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This was supposed to be a good day. Talk to old friends, go shopping, cook a nice dinner for a gorgeous woman, and maybe do a little heroism on the side. Instead, his brother started ruining everything, like he always did. First killing a bystander and now this... Cowboy kid.

He ran up to the cowboy, grabbed him with an apologetic, "Not now," and bodily threw him towards the crowd. Having removed the main distraction and satisfied everyone else could handle the snapper, he set himself the age-old task of getting his brother back into line. Cracking his knuckles, he turned back just in time to see a thin, wobbly barbell tumble slowly through the air and crack into Blacklight's nose.

Taking a brief glance up, in case it fell from a plane, Dragon took advantage of the distraction and got a hand against Blacklight's cheek, shoving him bodily to the ground and holding him there like a disobedient puppy. "Now are you going to listen and behave yourself or am I going to have to take you to ECPD myself, Jace?"

[User]
Devilstrider snapped another Harpies neck and tossed it to the side. It had become chorelike work, something you did without really thinking too much about it. Instead his thoughts wandered and he started wondering why these Harpies were suddenly violent. They were basically stupid overgrown birds, it wasn't normal. So he started following the direction the Harpies seemed to come from when they first appeared. He had no real idea what he would find, but maybe if he just looked around, he'd find it.

Several other Harpies attacked him, but he dispatched them quickly, methodically. As usual he also fought down his rage that seemed to be on a low boil at the moment. He was no longer muttering which was definitely a good thing.

[Assistant]
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Traveler - Heroes Cafe - Interior

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Alex rubbed Roxana between the shoulders, humming lightly. "It won't be so open in your suit protecting everyone and dealing with the threat. You'd be up in that building, where I can't go. Not in the big open sky," she murmured, her voice slightly strained.

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Blacklight - Central Park

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Backlight gaped. "I know I know I know I know I know I know," he rambled, the words all flowing together and barely being understandable. He grabbed Dragon's wrist, firmly kicking him in the family jewels at the same time, and wiggled out from under the grasp. A whip took hold of Dragon at the neck, which he promptly removed. But it was a distraction from the whip encircling his hand that had been on Blacklight's face, which forcefully broke the index finger while Blacklight began backing away.

He stood up, a cold smile on his face.

A small tree was nearby, barely the same size as Blacklight. Several whips came around it, and flung it straight into the Snapper.

"I'll find her, Hunter. I know. It's the only explanation. The only solace you could have found in this damned world of mine. I know," he said religiously as he left earshot, effectively escaping as the Snapper became the top priority.

The Snapper, meanwhile, was practically burping up flames. Flames came out around the Claw in bursts, much more along the lines of bubbles than normal flames, as it began to fight against the Claw to return to the ground, properly enraged.

[User]
As Devilstrider followed the Harpies, he realised after some distance that they were coming from atop a Skyscraper. He looked up and thought for a moment. Getting up there wasn't exacly easy. He did not possess flight. He did, however, have considerable strength and speed. Taking a step back, he rubbed at his ring. He was always nervous when he did this. He infused and sped forward, jumping and continuing his speed, it carried him up the building. Within a few seconds he was on top of it.

Well. He was here. Time to figure out what was up.

[Assistant]
Steve

Location: alley across Heroes' Café
interacting with: Harpy

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Steve figured he just had to sit this one out. Events like this happened fairly often and the inhabitants of EC had gotten used to it. Though deadly, most villains or monsters were too distracted by the heroes who were taking them on, to be concerned about regular civilians. If he would stay low in the shadow behind this dumpster, no harm was going to befall him. In situations like this he had often feared it to be his duty to help others and use his giant size. But he was way more comfortable not being in the picture and having lesser responibility as a disabled person. Luckily there were so many people like his friend Robert, who wanted to be a hero. They were almost fighting amongst each other for who could be the most badass hero. The most famous or the most useful. Steve assumed there were more than enough people handling these situations. And his help would probably not even be appreciated.

From: STEVE
To: ROB
Hey Rob, I'm across Heroes Café, hiding in the alley,
in case you're looking for me.
You're probably still melting some birds, so good luck! and stay safe!
I need you in one piece. Let me know when I can expect you.

Seconds after he had hit send, he heard a cat's meow coming from his bag. More specifically, from the pocket of Robs pants that he was carrying with him. He hit his forehead with his flat hand. That was dumb.

And dumb it was. However faint the sound, a nearby harpy managed to pick it up and make a little inspection. Steve was putting away his phone when he suddenly felt sharp claws gripping his shoulders. Two of the talons pierces his skin. Before he could react to it, the Harpy had lifted him up in the air, and out of his chair. In a reflex, Steve curled up to a ball, as to not turn giant. As he was lifted higher and higher into the air, he started doubting whether it was the deadly threat of the harpy, or the social anxiety related to his power, that scared him more.


[System]
Character Concept: A magic-wielding heap of metal who has an intense case of music appreciation.
Gender: Male

Background: Heavy metal and a tinge of engineering defined Hephaestus' old life. Cool-headed, yet desiring to be hot-headed, Hephaestus lived alone, preferring to keep himself occupied with "professor things" and "metal things." Contrasting to what his preferences sounded like on paper, his life was fairly normal and made him likable to those who worked around him. Alas, his life had a certain tone of boredom to it, for he never showed his true hobbies to those around him that much…

He carried out his life successfully… up to the point where a blue truck slammed into his car. As soon as he died, Hephaestus decided to go full metal when he was granted a new life. His first harmony of deliciously heavy strings told the tale of his boring death in the most exciting manner, and he quickly adapted to his initial death and accepted rebirth with open arms.

Level: 1

Class: Metal Mage – Although he is armed with a heavy mace that deals great amounts of damage, his true strength lies in his ability to manipulate various kinds of metals. As he grows stronger, the metals he is able to control and its strength in general grow in noticeable numbers. Hephaestus tanks damage while relying on his magic to inflict bursts of damage on his opponent regardless of his distance from them.

Due to his heavy armor and just as heavy attacks, Hephaestus is at his weakest when the opponent maintains a "burst range" between oneself and the armored magician- the minimum distance required to act immediately against his attacks. This allows people to outplay his fighting ability if they choose their options right, regardless of whatever Attribute they have. He still excels at point-blank range combat and far-ranged skirmishes, though his large form makes him susceptible to receiving damage from attacks that most people could dodge carefully from. This is made up with his natural ability to mitigate damage by improving the metals he can control and predicting where to shield himself from certain attacks.

Unlike most warriors and magicians, Hephaestus is unable to equip any other armor and weapon without suffering the loss of his Gift's passive effects on his default equipment. Thus, he is stuck with the combat equipment he has been given since rebirth.

Hephaestus cannot learn any other form of magic aside from enhanced levels of metal manipulation. Hephaestus learns how to control new metals upon every ten levels, steadily improving his power to manipulate the material at each power up. While monsters around his level (and above, in some cases) tend to have trouble fighting him, he struggles in retreating when necessary and is forced to fight extremely passively during his early levels against fast-hitting fighters and high-damage mages.

Race: Wraith

Attribute: Force

Gift: Metal Manipulation – Hephaestus can manipulate metals both around him and from metal generated by himself. The metal he can create out of thin air reflects on the metals he can currently control. His armor's durability and weapon strength increase as he levels up, allowing him to overpower more foes up-close and pressure more from afar with his spells. Hephaestus cannot manipulate metallic weapons carried by opponents, but can manipulate weapons thrown by them.

The Metals He Can Control So Far...:
-Copper, Bronze, Iron (Level 1)
-Steel (Level 10)
-Mithril (Level 20)
-And so on...

Equipment: -Metal-Infused Armor. The armor can have its materials magically switched with any metal that can be controlled within his power. (This is the only equipment he can wear that benefits from his Gift)

-Infused Morning Star. The mace can have its materials magically switched with any metal that can be controlled within his power. (This is the only equipment he can use that benefits from his Gift)

-Pouch for "The Less Important Things" (ie. money)

[User] Regina sat up with a yawn and a stretch, looking around to view her surroundings. She saw the man chopping wood. "Hey." she said, approaching him. "Can you tell me about the area?"

[Assistant]
Orion Stoneheart

Was that the right house? Usually Grandmas were nice and good at cooking, the smoke and yelling indicated that neither of these things were true. Somewhat leery of the strange house Orion walked up to the door and knocked, yelling loudly, "Grandma Grinny, I came about the job!" Surely that was just someone who lived with the Granny. The actual Granny was probably really nice the person screaming loudly was just someone that lived with her.

[User]
Hikaru - The Forest

F****in hell, plan worked in a way, but he expected it to work better. Also it surprised Hikaru that one of them was smart enough to figure it out, weren't all goblins supposed to retarded ?! Although to be honest assuming something in a world where he had no idea how things worked wasn't exactly smart either. Heh... talking dog was clearly not happy and needed to do something else. Especially in a situation which started to get worse and worse with each second. But at least Hikaru removed some obstables so maybe he can do it in the end.

Talking dog also hoped that he was fast enough to pull off the new plan. He should have speed advantage as dogs were clearly faster runners then humans (and he REALLY hoped it also worked the same way against goblins) so he sprinted towards the leader which tried to help others and push him in the hole or straight up bite his throat out (whichever worked, if he showed opening). If it worked, he would wait for other goblins to run in (and Hikaru couldn't imagine last one to not run into him in such case) and try to jump in last moment to let last one to drop in. If by any chance plan would fail, he would use Echolocation to find some wild animal(s) like Wolfs or a bear and let it finish the job in killing last goblins. Oh boy... Hikaru sighed, this world so far was truly annoying to deal with...

[Assistant]
Forest:
@Kejmur@Holy Soldier@Belwicket

 The interior inside Grandma Ginny's house was very tight squeezed. It was obvious how many rooms resided in the house. By first inspection, the room walking in was the living room. It had a worn couch; its cushions were in bad shape as fluff was beginning to pour out. The rug looked stained and probably could tell the history of the room from ten years ago. The bookcase did not look sturdy and was covered in dust.

 A door led to an opened bedroom. On the bed was a mountain of clothes and an ironing board set up to the side. Not much else could be seen from the front door.

 Adjacent to the living room was the kitchen area. The area had an opened wall to enter and the living room was in the same shape. The tiles on the floor were coming off and the place smelled like burned cooking. Inside was a black cauldron sitting warmly on the stove. It bubbled rapidly.

 Grandma Ginny turned off the heat and began coughing roughly. "Who? What?" She turned around and smiled creepily at Orion. Her smile turned immediately to a unimpressed expression. "Huh, I was expecting more of a muscle-bound type of guy. I guess this is what I get from posting on the board. I can't be too picky." She cackled.

 Grandma Ginny looked frail and old. Her wrinkles on arms and face were clear as day. She had a long blouse on along with a jacket overneath. She had fuzzy slippers on her feet and her hair stretched down to her shoulders. She had some color in her atleast.

"Alright, so my soup tastes like shit," she said bluntly. She grabbed a ladel on her table and proceeded to dunk it inside the cauldron. "Don't believe me? Try it for yourself." She handed the ladel over to Orion. Grandma Ginny then fished her hand out of her pocket to take out a folded piece of paper. The paper seemed to have a peculiar glow to it that only Orion could see. "Here's a few items I need to get. You might want to do it before sundown," she warned.

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 The man with the ax stopped hitting the trees. "I'm sorry; I can't." He then began striking down the bark again. "You didn't say please..." He commented. The man with the ax began laughing with every swing. He had to stop chopping wood to catch his breath. "Okay, I'm just kidding. But yeah, you should work on your mannerisms though."

 The man with the ax elbowed Regina in the shoulder in a joking manner. "There's a lot of you today, huh? Well, you just want to keep heading that way," he pointed north. "At the center of this forest is a village. Head there and you'll be good." He gripped both hands on his ax and prepared to swing at the tree again.

"I would lead you there myself, but I really have to make my quota." The man with the ax was going to swing, but stopped mid-way. "Oh, and try getting there before dark, alright?" He chucked his ax immediately after and continued his work.

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The slower goblin was not able to catch the dog. It had completely slipped past him and was no match in speed. The leader goblin was too preoccupied with trying to get the others that he did not see the dog coming at him. He expected the dog was just an ordinary mutt and had no ulterior motives.

 The leader goblin fell straight through the hole from the push landing among the other trapped goblins. The slower goblin was enraged that his party was fooled by this dog. Aiming carefully, he chucked his dagger at the Hiraku. Pulling out another right after, he darted towards the dog and enabled a war cry. "You stupid dog!"


[System]
Age: 17

Gender: Male

Race: Human

Home World: The Sorcerer's Apprentice

Key-Weapon: Snake-Eyes. A Keystaff that is held not by its handle but by its long shaft. The teeth of the key serve as the bottom tip that usually rests on the ground, while the key's handle serves as the ornate head of the staff. Snake-Eyes in particular also carries the motif of a snake, with what looks like an ornate cobra coiling its body up and around the shaft and positioning its head in the center of the key's handle.

Magics: Fire, Water, Blizzard, Slow, Reflect

Grand Magic: A unique phenomenon that occurs when repeatedly casting the same spell in rapid succession. It's a form of temporary magical surge that allows the caster to channel the same spell but one tier higher for a single use. At higher levels it can used to cast spells otherwise considered to be inaccessible due to high range of power.

D-Links: Jafar

Job: Black Mage (Prefers to be called a Sorcerer)

Appearance: He's a nimble, scarlet eyed youth with short sandy brown hair, though you rarely see it when his iconic crimson hood is almost always covering it. Underneath that is a basic combination of black shirt, black pants, and dark leather shoes. He's also surprisingly athletic for a mage, able to maneuver himself with a degree with agility and acrobatics not typically seen in one such as himself.

Brief History:
Throughout the ages, a silent shadow war has been waged between the Morganians and Merlineans at the behest of their leaders, Balthazar Blake and Maxim Horvath. The Merlineans believed magic was a force to be used for the betterment of mankind, while the Morganians would instead use their magics for selfish gain and subjugation. Canaan was one such sorcerer under the tutelage of Melvor, a Merlinean. Canaan had been an orphan on the streets until he was found by Melvor, who sensed the magical potential within the boy and took him in as an apprentice. Some years after this, their sanctum came under attack by unfamiliar black creatures, appearing to be commanded by a powerful dark wizard that Melvor recognized as a Horvath. Under any other circumstance, he and his student would have fought the intruders off, but this time Melvor cast a powerful spell that opened a tear in the very world and used his magic to throw his student through it to the other side.

Caught completely off guard, Canaan found himself tumbling down a sandy dune in the middle of a desert. It was nighttime, and he could hear horses in the distance. Canaan tried to return through the tear but it had already vanished. Instead he caught side of two horses approaching a distance dune. Their riders stopped, and after a moment the sandy dunes transformed themselves into the shape of a fierce tiger's head that spoke in an ominous low voice, "Who disturbs my slumber?" one of the riders dismounted and nervously approached. Canaan couldn't make out what the short man said, but could hear the Tiger's response clearly, "Know this: Only one may enter here. One whose worth lies far within. The Diamond in the Rough!" the man looked hesitant, but the second rider appeared to be spurring him forward. Shortly after the man entered the Tiger's mouth, Canaan watched in horror as the living cave became enrage and chomped down on the would-be intruder, apparently killing him.

And yet, the other man didn't seem particularly shocked. The bird on his shoulder flew out and fetched a pair of tiny objects from the sand, too small for Canaan to identify them. Then it flew back and landed back on its master's shoulder. After this, the man turned his horse around rode off into the distance. And then somehow - through some kind of magic he didn't recognize, a name seemed to pop into Canaan's head: Jafar. It had to have been that man's name, and yet how did Canaan suddenly come to know it? At that same instance, an unfamiliar object appeared in his hand. It looked like a key-shaped staff, also bearing the image of a serpent wrapping itself around it. And then it vanished just as suddenly as it appeared. Canaan decided to follow the direction that the man Jafar had rode off into. Likely he would find civilization by doing so. But along the way, the desert started to take its toll. And just as Canaan found himself surrounded by more of those things that attacked him and his master, he collapsed from both the heat and exhaustion.

When he awoke, he found himself elsewhere. He'd been saved by an elderly looking man who held in his hand a key-shaped weapon of his own.

Other: Carries with him a dagger that serves as his Focus, an object that sorcerers in his world use to channel their magic with. And although he is able to use magic through Snake-Eyes, he is also able to do so through the Dagger, and in fact can use both to channel his magic to a stronger degree than he could with either individually.

[User]
"Of course she's hiding something." said the Sorcerer, at last breaking his long silence. He wondered how long it would be before someone else had started to notice what he had noticed a while ago, "And she's hiding it under the castle somewhere. I sensed it coming from somewhere below the throne room. Power. Real power. Not like the cheap smoke and mirrors tricks she was doing in the throne room." he reached up and adjusted his red coat a bit, also using the time to let them react however they would. But he wouldn't wait long.

"And best of all? I'm pretty sure I know what it is." he said with a cocky smirk, "A mirror, magical of course. And if I'm right about it, one that possesses near omniscient levels of knowledge, and able to answer anything you ask of it with perfect accuracy. I assume you all realize the implications here?" he glanced about at his current companions. Surely even the most clueless among them would make the connection. That a power like the mirror's could allow one to always know the movements and whereabouts and anyone they wish to track, among a myriad of other ways it could be used... or abused.

"I say the mirror should be our goal." he said flatly, "For two reasons. First: We can probably use its power to locate the Princess, saving us the time it would have taken to search for her. And second: It would be in our best interests to ensure that such a power remains well out of the wrong hands, if you catch my meaning."

[Assistant]
Noticing that nobody was following, Kalak stopped as Canaan brought up some valid points about the current situation. "Don't..." Kalak laughed "Don't want to be a negative nancy on this, but i'm hearing a lot of "Pretty sure" and "If i'm right"" Kalak stated. "Ok, she's got a lot of magical power in that castle somewhere. 1) We don't know for a fact what it is 2) even if it is an all knowing magic mirror, we don't know what's guarding it, could be powerful 3) If it is a magic mirror and its guards are weak enough for us to push through, we don't know it'll answer any of our questions. It might be inclined only for the queen herself. And whilst we're wasting time pushing through a lot of unknowns, that bug-guy and the skull-guy and whoever else is out there are still trying to kill that maiden." He shook his head.

"Our first priority is finding that princess and getting her safe, then we can storm the castle and deal with the magics in there. My point is, one of our goals is time sensitive, the other isn't. We should deal with the one we KNOW about first and deal with everything else later."

[User]
Conner blinked, and gave Verik a look. He wasn't so sure how good of friends someone who was willing to hire mercenaries to kill someone just because they were prettier than her could be. This kid was weird for sure… But he was cute, Conner couldn't deny that! "Um… yeah, sure dude." Conner returned the handshake, and followed the rest of the group.

As they were heading off, that guy in the red cloak suggested going after the queen's magic mirror. He wasn't wrong, he knew the story of Snow White, it had to exist somewhere… Even though he was always up for an adventure, even he thought that was a bad idea. Kalak thought so too, and brought up every reason why. "Yeah, as much as I would love a little action, I agree with him. Unless that magic mirror can teleport us directly to her, we gotta keep the princess safe… Plus… uh… no offense bro, but you kinda give me bad vibes… I don't know what you're gonna do with that thing once we find it."

[Assistant]
After a short argument, the party had decided to search for the Princess and go back for the supposed mirror later. The forest was lush and thick, their first entrance seemed a little difficult with vines and other knotweeds preventing easy incursion. As they finally managed to find a way into the forest, the dense cannopy began to block most of the light, the photosynthesis-starved smaller branches and bushes grabbing at their clothes as if the claws of demons. Cio-Cio began to glow as a lightsource as the forest quickly began to look as if night had fallen. Finally it opened into what looked like a maze of paths. The Dreameater seemed to lead the way, seeming to sense the pure heart off in the distance.

Following her down a path, they could each feel an evil presence emanating from further in. As they continued to walk, Kalak would quietly pick at the strings of the guitar. Suddenly, they would hear a familiar sound before a scream. "What in the heck?" The party set off at a run towards where the sound had come from. As they reached the clearing, they found the body of the green man they had met back at the castle, laying in a slowly expanding pool of blood, his chest impaled by several a large spears of wood. "Ooooooh..." Kalak winced. "Who the heck did that to you?" Cio-Cio slowly buzzed over to the body and began looking it over.

[User]
Rascal

Rascal visibly gasped when he saw the green man, his eyes wide as he rushed over to him. The cocky facade was entirely gone as Rascal's entire body shook, wondering who would do such a thing.

"Is there anything we can do!?" He asked, looking at Kalak and Cio-Cio.

[Assistant]
Verik

Verik eyed the green man as he approached him. "This is the same man who accepted the queen's offer without hesitation, I believe. As Kalak said, I don't think he's got a problem 'killing pathetic creature for money.' I bring this up because I can save him, but if I do, and the same thing happens to one of you, I won't be able to do it a second time. If I help him, he could become our enemy, and even if he doesn't, one of us may unknowingly be trading our lives for his. It's not as simple as self-sacrifice. Any lives we would have saved and any lives he will go on to take will be doomed by this choice, but the alternative is leaving him to die when we didn't need to. We don't have a lot of time before the decision is made for us, so let's go straight to a vote. Raise your hand if you think we should save him."

Verik looks the others in the eye, one by one. It was quite sudden, but they needed to make a choice. He was quite reluctant to spend his only use of Raise on an enemy, but if they could make him an ally, or at least a friend, it would be worth it. He couldn't just do nothing, because when he uses it later, they'd ask why he didn't use it now. That being said, the idea of reviving the green man and being blamed for his choice down the line was scary, so he put it to a vote. This way, no matter what they decide, no one will hate him. It's the perfect plan.

"I will abstain."


[System]
Age: 17

Gender: Female

Appearance: Hazel is a youthful girl with soft white skin, framed by a cascade of long straight light red hair that reaches down to the small of her back. She has a small frame, which is exaggerated by her small stature, as she stand at a meager 4'8". Hazel has a heart-shaped face adorned with deep green eyes. Despite her comparatively small stature she carries an air of confidence, walking with a surefooted gait that seems to exude some deep power hidden in her small body, oft earning the attention of those around her. Even though you might think she would slip by unnoticed due to her size it seems that she is often noticed simply due to this odd aura she has. However her cute appearance and seemingly commanding air hides the truth of her...

Kingdom: Sky Kingdom

Persona: Hazel is a terrible person. She has been described as stubborn, brash, overconfident, presumptuous, mean, egotistical, hot-headed, wrathful, and vain. Her defining feature is her cocksureness: As far as she is concerned she has no equal in the fields of spellcraft, beauty, and charm. She thinks herself absolutely witty and charming even if this is entirely untrue. She is often rude to strangers, and feels a sense of superiority over her peers. She is wrathful and petty and never gives up on a grudge. She has an amazingly short fuse and is very readily angry, having absolutely no control over her emotions, going from seemingly happy to angry in the span of seconds. This has all been fed by the fact that she is indeed very powerful and pretty, and the fact that she is a hormonal teenager who happens to be one of the most powerful mages to be produced by the Sky Kingdom.

She does, however, have a few redeeming traits. She is very studious and determined. She did not just gain her power from natural ability, but also years of research and training. She is also a loyal friend, despite what some may think. She currently has none, so if she were to happen upon people that she can call 'friend' she would fight for and protect them fiercely.

However Hazel wears this persona like a mask. In reality her outward attitude is her overcompensating to hide her real feelings. Her overwhelming overconfidence hides the deep sadness she feels due to her past. She has convinced herself that she is above others so she doesn't feel the toll of not having a person to truly call her friend. Her overwhelming anger and wrath is a vent, a way to release the hatred she feels towards the world. In truth Hazel is just a lonely girl that wishes someone would love her, because she has found no love from family or friends.

Post Example: The world turned red. Hazel knew this feeling. It was pain. Excruciating and overwhelming. But it was not physical pain. Instead it came from deep inside, and it exploded, lashing out, seeking any target possible for her wrath. It seemed that everything was distant. She wasn't her. She was not Hazel Daphiat. She was not scared, or lonely, or sad. She was all malice. It was pain, but it felt good, because she knew she had power. She knew they were afraid. She knew that they knew that she could destroy a block of buildings if they pushed her the wrong way. And the fear made her feel powerful.

In short, her anger was hot and vicious and she couldn't possibly more furious. She huffed aloud and turned her attention to the servant who was now begging for her forgiveness. "What do you think you are doing?! Are you trying to anger me?!" Hazel's small staff of servants were completely incompetent. Hazel was keep under close watch by the Sky Kingdom, but one of the perks afforded by her status as a mage with such great potential was that they took very good care of her, as her parents were unfortunately unable to fulfill the task, dead as they were. She was kept in a fancy estate that was more of a prison then a home, but she enjoyed a great degree of luxury. Knowing her fiery temper they thought it best to appease her, which worked most of the time, except when someone made a mistake.

The servant was still stammering apologies. Hazel look back down at her dress, now richer a small wine stain due to the server's incompetence. She turned around, seeking out the head of her household, the closest thing to a 'caretaker' the young girl, the head servant that seemed to be the only semi-competent person around. "Winston! I want him fired immediately!" He nodded. "Yes m'lady, I'll take care of it right away. The bumbling fool was escorted out. The room quickly emptied, and all that remained were a pair of guards. They're not my guards, they're my jailers. She knew it in the back of her head. All of this luxury she was given, all of the servants, dresses, expensive things, it was all to contain her. It worked, but a part of her knew what was happening. More than anything, she wanted a taste of freedom.

She counted. It had been 10 years since she had spent a day in the world outside of her solitary prison. But the time would come soon. Soon, she would no longer be a captive, but would instead be given away as a military asset. It was a continent way for the Sky Kingdom to get rid of a very volatile problem.

Equipment: Hazel does not use sword, shields, hammers, bows, arrows, axes, maces, or any sort of martial weapon. She is above that. As for armor she also possesses none. Armor to her is a hindrance, and after all, why would one as powerful as her have need of barbaric protection like that? Magic and her natural talents are all Hazel thinks she needs.

Ability/Magic/Technology: Hazel is a completely inept fighter, but instead has the gift of magic. Incredibly powerful magic. The flame of magic burns brightly within her, and she has studied for as long as she could read to expand her talent. She knows magic of all sorts, but has a propensity for destruction. Whether it be through a great conflagration, or a massive earthquake, or a large clap of thunder summoned down upon her opponent, or even a blast of sheer arcane energy, she can bend the power of nature to destroy and demolish. However her talents are not only limited to destruction, as she has studied a great many schools of magic: She is versed in the arts of healing, illusion, the power to strengthen and empower others, and to use her power to manipulate the world around her. While some focus on one magical field and learn every in and out of it, Hazel instead knows many magical skills but has not become a true master in any.

[User]
Amadeus waited at the door, waiting for Harley, the Black Devil and his new teammate. After awhile he finally figured out the voice was coming from Harley, or more specifically, a demon following Harley.

Harley headed over with a calm smirk,

Amadeus motioned for Harley to follow him outside, "I need to talk to you about something." He then glanced at the sabres at Harleys side. "This can't wait."

Harley smirked as his companion remarked, "He's onto me, boy." Harley then shrugged and followed the other boy.

They walked into an empty alley near by, far enough that they were alone but close enough that they could get back soon, Amadeus looked Harley in the eye with a dead serious look, "I actually have two things I want to talk to you about.First being that I wanted to ask you about your 'partner'."

Harley nodded understandingly "Lilith!", he called. Second later, a tall, mesmeric voluptuous leatherclad woman appeared in a flash beside him. "Yea, that one" remarked the demoness

'Lilith?! The embodiment of Lust!' Amadeus touched his sword in caution. It would be bad if one deadly sin had to fight against the power of another deadly sin, especially in the city where alot of people could get hurt. "So your the demon I've been hearing this whole time, I could have sworn that it was a lower class demon to be able to hide yourself so easily." He stated, now having his whole hand around his blade.

"Listen, it's fine, she's a good girl, it works just fine." The demoness nodded in agreement, smirking at the knight and flashing a brief wink. "I'm a very good girl", she remarked in a sultry voice."Also, she has a smaller form she can access, it's much less...boobular"

Amadeus felt a shiver down his spine at the wink the demon shot at him, "I want to know that she can be trusted, and you as well." Amadeus asked. 'If he's made a contract with her then she'll have to do whatever he says. But by the looks of it, it seems like she isn't bound by one.'

"She kinda does what the hell she wants, which currently includes getting rid of these beasts, we've got a sort of deal, and she always gets her way", remarked Harley. "I'm a chill guy, if I did that, I'd be fucking myself. Oh! about these sabres, I have to kill something before I can sheathe them if I grip the hilts. So, if you know any conjurers, that'd be great."

Amadeus sighed, "The sabres are actually the other thing I wanted to talk to you about" He then unsheathed his own blade. "A demon sword is a weapon possessed, blessed, or created by a demon, and like yourself I also have one." Amadeus then held out the blade, "I'm guessing that your sword is blessed by Lilith there? or possessed?"

Harley looked over the demon with a raised brow. "Blessed, actually." Lilith grinned as if at some secret joke between her and the boy, to which he chewed his bottom lip, a smirk forming on his features.

Amadeus smirked at this, "Just like your sword, mine has a condition as well, and just like yours mine involves a demon of the 7 Deadly Sins"

"Well, then why are you bitching?" Harley seemed irritated that the subject was brought up after hearing this news. An emotion quickly quieted with a look from the demoness

"I just wanted to know if the 'side effect' of the blade would cause trouble. Some demon blades make the user more violent, and others suck the life force out of their wielder. Either way, I want to be prepared to save others from you, or save you from the blade. The soul of previous wielder of my sword was completely swallowed because he lost control." Amadeus then sheathed his blade, "I don't want the same thing to happen to my teammate."

"Thanks for your concern but he's fine" remarked the woman. Harley then nodded, agreeing. "If I don't kill something within thirty minutes of drawing my blade, I go into a violent blood lust, which would likely end with suicide, that's really all, also I'm kinda horny, usually all the time."

Amadeus started to jot down the new information regarding the side effects, 'Horny? Well, I guess when you've got the Demon of Lust following you around that can happen.' he looked up from his notepad. "Can the thing that's killed be 'anything'?" he asked looking for a loophole.

"Yeah, as long as it's a living being." Harley nodded.

Amadeus nodded at this, "Tell me, do you know what the imperial roach is? Its a bug that can live for months without food, water, of sunlight. They can also hold their breath under water." He then glanced at the other boy, "I'm going to get you a small bag with one inside, I want you to carry it around in case of an emergency."

"Yeah, whatever, that's fine".

"Good, we should probably head back now. The others are probably waiting for us." Amadeus said

Harley nodded, "Let's go, Lilith" The demoness smiled and strutted after him."

As they where about to walk back into the camp, Amadeus stopped and looked back at Harley, "My nickname is Adam, its the name that I give to those I trust with a sword to my neck."

"I kinda gave you my name, so, thanks?" Harley said nonchalantly

Amadeus chuckled at this, "Just don't tell anyone, Its a sign of trust afterall." He said as he turned back around and walked toward the group.

[Assistant]
It seemed that everyone disappeared all at once. Solanne left to go recruit some 'Tall Beard', a title which didn't impress Hazel much. She momentarily panicked at the prospect of being left with the pair of boys, particularly the Black Devil, but they seemed to have disappeared too, and she was left to herself for a bit. The Black Devil was certainly handsome, but there was something ever so slightly off about him. It seemed that whenever she ran into him there was some strange whispering thing that was with him. She knew that he was trouble. But he's soooooooo cute, Hazel lamented to herself. The fact that he had now vanished along with Amadeus only added to her suspicions, but it wasn't long until he had returned, along with Amadeus.

She gave the pair a pointed look, seeming to have overcame a bit of her embarrassment after getting a second to catch her breath. "What are you two up to?" She asked suspiciously.

[User]
Shortly after walking in with the other boy, Harley was tailed by a mesmeric demoness clad in leather, strutting, hips swaying, tail flicking idly. Harley approached Hazel, followed by the demoness and said. "Meet my partner, Lilith." Lilith winked a violet eye at Hazel in greeting.

"We've been fighting together, well, since I started, she keeps me level-headed, She's usually just behind-the-scenes." Harley shrugged and casually ran a hand through his hair as Lilith eyed the girl as if she was deciding how she would devour her. "Uhh, this is Hazel, as you know." Harley added. Lilith gave him a warning glare before going back to eyeing the girl. "Mine", thought the sensual demoness into the boy's head, Harley just shrugged. "Anyway, you're introduced."

[Assistant]
Hazel eyed the creature suspiciously. She knew there was something strange about Harley, but she certainly hadn't expected he'd be under the influence of a demon, and certainly not one as powerful as Lilith. Hazel grimaced. This wasn't her first experience with demons: She'd explored many facets of magic during her time locked away, and demonology was at one time a topic of cursory interest to her. But that soon ended, any smart mage knew that the dangers of communing with demons far outweighed the benefits. They were dangerous and manipulative creatures that Hazel wanted no part of. For all she knew Harley could very well be under the complete control of the demoness.

Hazel crossed her arms, laying them across her chest, and huffed. She despaired in thinking that Harley could be so foolish. She turned away from the boy, and the demon. She would tolerate the creature's presence, but not condone it. She did not fear talking back to the demon. "Harley, you should know that a creature like this is no good. Demon's only ally themselves with Humans for one reason: Self interest. They're interested in manipulating you, not being your friend."


[System]
G E N I

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"Oh yes, the past can hurt. But from the way I see it, you can either run from it, or learn from it."
B A S I C I N F O
A G E

17

G E N D E R

Male

R A C E

Lion Faunas

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C O M B A T I N F O

W E A P O N
Apex Predator: A weapon forged in the aftermath of his most recent altercation with a student during his two week suspension. During this time, Geni chose to shed much of what reminded him of his past, which involved abandoning his beloved Ragnorok, and called for a new weapon, a new beginning. This was found in the creation of Apex Predator, a twin axeknife set capable of being infusing with dust, causing all kinds of devastating after affects; such as burning and freezing.

S P E C I A L T Y

Geni's fighting style hasn't changed all that much in 2 weeks, as he still prefers his acrobatic and flexibility display when fighting an opponent; but with this new weapon in hand, he finds himself having to adjust his style a bit more. Suddenly, he is capable of ripping through material defenses with his axes and the tip of his knife. Although he is far more skilled at dodging attacks, his newfound strength gives him the option of fighting straight through them, parrying techniques that would otherwise have been impossible for him to withstand with his old weapon. From and acrobatic rouge, Geni is slowly shifting into the role of a guerilla brawler; setting ambushes, using the element of surprise, and using his extraordinary mobility to harass the enemy, striking vulnerable points before fighting the enemy head on.

S E M B L A N C E
Lion King: Based on his current mental standing, Geni can summon one of two lions to the field of battle, one white colored if he's mentally stable, the other black if he's not. Twice as large as a normal lion, these animals have skin so tough that bullets struggle penetrate it, and sport claws as strong as steel. These felines follow Geni's every mental order and are connected to him on an other worldly level, capable of fighting along side him at anytime. Like any other lion, thier sense of smell, sight and hearing make them impeccable trackers and hunters; but his mental standing, is what makes them so different. While they share the same characteristics such as immense strength and speed, armored hide and powerful claws, thier fighting style differs. While with White Lion will nip and claw, assisting Geni, the Black Lion is a ferocious predator, doing anything to rips its enemy apart.

But this Semblance is not without its drawbacks. These lions are difficult to maintain over long periods of time, especially the Black Lion; at most, Geni can maintain a summon for no more than a few minutes before complete Aura depletion.

C O L O R

Gray

E M B L E M

A black and white striding lion.

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R É S U M É

P E R S O N A L I T Y
On the surface, Geni comes off as a rather silly and lighthearted person, frequently engaging in comical behavior and retaining his oft-present grin. He displays a childlike amusement for new situations whether or not they prove adverse or even potentially fatal, he has a penchant for wandering off on his own. Even with all these idiosyncrasies, Geni is extremely personable and has a particularly complimentary nature that easily gains him the friendship and trust of those surrounding him through his actions.

Of course, these aspects hide the complex and determined young man underneath. On the reverse side of his frivolous nature is his considerable shrewdness, which makes him quite capable of reading people and situations. Being singularly ambitious, Geni also has a remarkably tenacious will that allows him to overcome virtually insurmountable obstacles and accept inhuman burdens for the sake of his own goals. Geni has a considerable pride that will not stand for having his humanity insulted or condemned by his enemies, but he is also capable of shelving his pride if it becomes something that will stand in the way of his objective.

Geni is very protective of family and comrades, refusing to allow any harm to come to them and often deem their safety more important than his own in spite of his own personal ambitions and goals. He has to be reminded several times that his own safety is something upon which many people depend and he uses his loved ones as his primary motivation when all hope seems lost. As such, he becomes furious when observing those who willingly or remorselessly cast aside their own comrades or brethren and is sickened by the idea of superiors who reject their duty to those who trust them.

But Geni is not just a two-dimensional being with personal struggles, he battles with mental demons that plague him day and night. At times, Geni may seem like a totally different person; a scared veteran. This darker side of Geni stands as an inquisitive, apathetic observer most of the time, assessing people and situations while throwing out morality and the concept of grey areas as contaminating factors. Driven by such mindsets as "survival of the fittest" and "to the victor go the spoils", this Geni takes great pleasure in determining whether the will and/or strength of one person or party is capable of overpowering those of another and genuinely respects people of strong will and unshakable conviction, but cares little to nothing for the lives that are affected or even lost as a consequence of the conflicts that arise due to his actions. Even his own life is accountable to his unconventional ideals and he is only too glad to put his existence on the line.

[User]
Ivan gave a nod of greeting as Indigo sat down, not stopping his constant devouring of the utterly average chicken sandwiches he'd taken from the bar. He gave another nod as Merlin passed by, noting with juvenile satisfaction that his opponent seemed to be the sort who would put on the pounds as he got older. Ivan had reacquired the ridiculously large hat sometime in the last couple of hours, although the matching poncho had apparently vanished into the ether. Green eyes flashed underneath the constantly shifting brim as his head turned toward his newly acquainted teammate with his mouth finally empty enough to maintain conversation. "I'm decent at math. Kinda need to if I wanna figure out how hard I hit with my semblance." The frown that had crossed his features earlier returned. "Not so good at the history, though. Listening to the recounting of dead people doing dead things isn't really my cup o' tea."

He took a long swig from the carton of milk, staring into the distance as he considered the implications of his teams impressively average performance. "I was holding back, obviously. Doesn't make for a good show if I display all my tricks on the first day." The semi-permanent aura of confidence returned in full as Ivan turned to look for his previous opponent, spotting the caster at the table directly behind him with the shield-wielder and the clown who'd lost to a man without his main weapon. The gunslinger called over the din of the rest of the student's eating and chatting, a smirk of devilish amusement plastered on his features: "It'd take more than some amateur-hour stage magician to take me out!"

He'd begun to stuff his face again as Ineko's drone took the seat across from him, and stared blankly at it until its owner came and sat down with a hefty thud. He attempted to speak through a mouthful of food, abruptly reconsidered, swallowed, then continued. "Pity I never got to see either you or the foxy lady's fights. We may know each other's names, but we haven't been formally introduced." He extended a hand over his half-finished plate of chicken sandwiches toward Indigo and then Ineko, fully expecting it to be shook. "Ivan Oakley, best shot this side of Atlas."

[Assistant]
Sapphire Rode - Grounds ==> Cafeteria

After the sparring matches were threw and the bell rang Sapphire made her way slowly to the infirmary. There the nurse bandaged her rib and ankle and gave her a soft loose slipper for her damaged foot. Then at Sapphire's insistence she also bandaged her hands. It was not that she had injured them but the trick she'd done by grabbing Oswald's sword's had sliced her gloves, aura didn't protect clothing. The bandages were to hide the scares on her hands.

After that Sapphire deciding that she didn't really need to attend the remainder of Math or any of History returned to her room to get a particular item, her violin. She walked the grounds looking for a secluded spot. The nurse had given her some sort of anti-inflammatory so she could walk properly. She wouldn't be running for another two days but she could walk.

Finally Sapphire found what she was looking for, an isolated spot. She took the violin out it's case and played a song called The Parting Glass. She could of course only play the violin part, there was a guitarist piece and flute accompaniment that went with it but those were instruments Sapphire did not know how to play. She played it three times looking out over the edge of Beacon.

Halfway threw her third recital Sapphire heard the bell ring signalling the beginning of lunch.

Sapphire made her way to the mess hall, if she wanted to have time to eat she couldn't drop it back at the dorms which was a pity but Sapphire decided not to dwell on it.

In the line up Sapphire selected two chicken sandwiches, a side of mashed potatoes, a small plate of apple slices covered in cellophane wrap and a milk. She looked up at the staff member charging for each purchase making sure she was busy with someone who'd taken an impossibly large amount of foot compared to his size. Once Sapphire was sure the woman wasn't looking at her ship popped her violin case open and slid the milk and apples into a three by six slot that was supposed to hold dust cartridges, Janus had the case specialty made, he didn't want her to ever be out of ammunition and she never let her violin out of her sight so the obvious solution was to put the rounds in with the violin. He didn't really consider that she might just take them out.

Once she'd paid for her meal Sapphire surveyed the room and decided to take a seat across from Oswald. The table was currently in the middle of a discussion on the uses of math and history and how they applied to combat.

"I'd say the wizard there is right, combat is an art form not a science. You find me someone who fights with numbers and calculations and I'll show him what a real fight looks like."

Sapphire opened her violin case and set the rest of her meal, the stuff she hadn't paid for next to the stuff she had. Sapphire was just about to take a bite of the chicken sandwich when the girl next to her made some comment about growing up with the state. Sapphire froze, that meant only one thing. "You grew up in foster care?" Sapphire had known foster care and orphanage kids. The times that Janus was away from the house Sapphire spent as far from the place as she could. She'd fallen in with less than reputable crowds but she could always tell the foster kids from the rest. Something about there eyes, they never quite focused on one thing, like they were always looking for a way out.

[User]
Aurellius looked up as their resident Oswald sat down at the table, of which he had only sat down because he had seen both Diamond and Marcus both sitting at. He flexed his bandaged right hand with a small grin as the pain served to clear his mind. Numbers, dates, and other various things had been clogging his noggin ever since the fight. That, and deeper thoughts of what it would've took to win the fight.

In reality, if he had noticed the second dagger, he would've won in a heart beat. The bandaged hand barely bothered him in the slightest, and he somehow doubted two would've stopped him. All it would have taken was a quick headbutt to Jack's stupid face...

A shake of his head brought his thoughts back to the lunch table. The food was... food. It had less quality than the cuisine he was used to, but he didn't really care all that much. "Hey, so....in class....how did you all know what the professors were talking about? That's... not stuff you guys learned, is it? Because... well... I never learned any of that," Aurellius heard as he stopped stabbing the macaroni with his fork, a bit surprised at the man being surprisingly open.

"Never needed it, never heard of it," Diamond replied in kind. "The state really takes pathetic care for it's children."

Aurellius chuckled, leaning backwards in his seat. He missed the heavy weight of Ascalon, having been forced to drop the weapon off at the Armory before his other classes. "You poor, poor unfortunates," he said with a heaping of fake concern added. "Well, I suppose its not all that bad. For the most part, I barely know physics. Now, get me in front of a 401k and I'm sure I can help you with that." He waved the fork, "And based on our battles, I'd say Oswald gets the promotion. Diamond, you got knocked out." He grinned slightly. "How's that head treating you, dear?"

[Assistant]
Geni looked at Merlin his new teammate. He was the magician guy, the guy with that wand dust thing. Geni was defiantly interested in the Dust mechanism and what not. Unfortunately, his own weapon was unable to efficiently utilize Dust at the moment. If Geni wanted to start using Dust he would have to ask an expert. Fortunately, he may be looking at one right now. " Thank you. But is lost, does not really fell like a good show when you lose. But I enjoyed to battle." He said with a fake grin, on the inside he was stabbing himself on the inside. "Hey, can you explain to me how Dust works, I'm thinking about utilizing it one day." He said seriously, picking at his food with his fork.

The reminder of his lost battle had deflated him. Geni scratched his head and shook his head once again, he wanted to put on a happy face for his team. He was the leader, but he was so used to following, not leading. This was a first for Geni, and he had no idea what to do. For once in his life he had no confidence in himself, but he did not his teammates to see that. He knew that they were his friends, more or less, but he felt that if he told them, they would do something. Geni knew that his fears were misguided, but he would rather keep his feeling to himself.


[System]
Age: 16
Parents: Hades & Persephone

Appearance: An inhumanely thin boy with sharp limbs and a willowy frame, he seems to lack eyes but, oddly enough, can see perfectly fine. He's inherited his father's hair pigmentation (albeit it's actual hair, not hellfire), his mother's body and face shape (distended because of his height and gauntness), and his grandmother's skin hues (the greenish color has paled to an almost normal skin tone, and it's only a slightly noticeable sap color--it's covered in bruises). On the inside of his right palm he has a theta symbol (Θ) birthmark, while on his left he has a tau (τ)--but he tries to cover them with wraps when he can. He's faintly translucent, like a ghost.

Bio: A kind, supportive, and naive boy, with a cold, ruthless, and bitter temper, Demetri's prone to either holding the nastiest kinds of grudges one can encounter or being the most loyal friend a person could have. He likes modern culture and wants to get as far away from his parents as possible, if just for the peace of mind. His smiles never reaches his eyes, but that's not just because he doesn't have any: he's fairly consistent in his melancholy.
Technically a very minor god, Demetrios can sense a person's life force, and his touch can either nurture or harm it--it depends on which hand he's using. His right hand is energy vampire and his left heals. He also has a stock of other abilities; summoning of the damned, plant manipulation, teleportation, and immortality (not invulnerability). Contrarily, he cannot break promises or use any of his abilities without draining his own energy (with the exception of using his right hand, in which case he would gain energy) significantly.
Anything else will be fleshed out IC--

[User] Katherin looked out the window of her mother's office window of Auradon Prep. On one hand she was looking to forward to school starting. But on the other she wasn't. She was the daughter of the head master of the school. Which meant that the other kids would expect her to be a goodie or a rebel. She really didn't think of herself as either. She didn't know what she was yet.

[Assistant] Aurora stood in front. She breathed in the new air, being away from her mother and father's castle. She had a long white dress, short in the front, long in the back, and her hair was blue. She looked at her hand, as she walked. "Conceal, Don't feel, don't let them know." She muttered, as her trial of ice followed her, as she made a snowflake in her hand. "Jack be free, Elsa be concealed." She said, thinking of her mother and father, Elsa and Jack Frost. She walked inside, opening the huge doors. Her blue gaze looked around, smiling.

[User]
"Yeah, yeah, I left Charon in charge of the dog. Dad's fine. No--" Sigh.

The young man speaking into his cellphone may have looked a bit strange in a land that didn't have watches, let alone smartphones. He was getting odd looks with his mirrored shades, green skin, and high class clothing, but any stares he was given were politely turned before he could meet their eye (or at least, so the onlookers thought), assuming it was just a skin condition. Or that he was a Gorgon. That would make sense too.

He continued to deflect the speaker's muffled interrogation, obviously his mother, before walking into a dark, dead-end alleyway. That certainly wasn't what rich kids did--but if anyone were to look, they'd have no proof.

The boy wasn't even in Ancient Greece anymore.

Demetrios emerged from another little nook and cranny in the world, a few blocks away from Auradon Prep. And, thank the Gods, so so so many miles away from the Underworld. But his conversation with his mother was far from over, and as the argument escalated, he was whisper-screaming strings of Greek into his phone a mile a minute.

"Αντίο, μαμά."

More muffled arguing from the other end.

"Αντίο!" Demetri shut the smartphone off after hanging up, massaged a headache. He just wanted to get settled into the dorms as soon as possible.

///

Upon entering the building, Demetri breathed a sigh of relief. The softer light inside was a few steps removed from what he'd experienced on his walk there, and combined with his shades did a little to ease his agitated migraine. While he was glad to be away from the drab and dreary environment of his home-pocket-dimension, being born in Asphodel made one's eyes weak to direct sunlight, and since he didn't even have eyes, he was a little worse off than Thanatos or Melinoe.

He perked up at noticing the white and blue-haired girl across the room, and rolled up the sleeves of his sweater while smoothing the rest out. A good balance of casual but polite, right? It's nice to leave a good first impression. He cleared his throat and put on a polite smile.

"Hello, you are a student too?" He asked.

[Assistant]
Sanchez

The girl turned around, making the snowflake suddenly disappear. Conceal it, Aurora. She thought to herself. She pulled down her winter hood, that made her look like Jack frost, her father. She had a deep blue swirl that started at her eye.

"Um, yes. Im Aurora, daughter of Queen Elsa and Jack Frost." Aurora said, looking back to see if her ice trial lead to where she was. Shoot! She thought, snapping her figure and making her ice disappear.

[User] "B-But but but... You cheated somehow!!" A rather stunning looking blonde fellow wailed in disbelief as he stared down at the cards in front of him and the rest of the small group of teens. A smirk would then be heard as a well dressed gentleman reached out and started to pull all the money that was piled up on the table towards him. "That may be, but sadly for ya boys I still get yer money." He said with a crooked smile as he stacked the money into a neat pile before he waved his hand over it, causing it to vanish into thin air. The laughing teen then stood from his spot and looked back over the rest of the shocked group. "Well it has been a pleasure boys, but it is time for me to move along. Oh and I would like my cards back." He said before he took a bow, removing his top hat as he did so and revealing his wild hair. The cards that were spread across the table and still in the other boys' hands then all were drawn into the hat as if like a vacuum. Standing up and placing the hat back on his head the dark skinned fellow gave the group a wink before turning on his heels and walking off while whistling a jolly tune. This was already starting to look like a good year to Lu.

[Assistant]
Demetri quirked an eyebrow at the seemingly pointless snap.

When Aurora drew her hood down, he slipped off his shades figuring it polite and immediately regretted it. The light in the room temporarily blinded him. He smiled as if nothing was wrong, squinting over empty sockets.

"Very bright in here, but I'm more used to dimmer lighting, yes? I'm Demetrios, son of Lord Hades and Lady Persephone. It's a pleasure." He offered his left hand for a shake, hoping Aurora wouldn't be put off by his parentage. "Call me Demetri."


[System]
Sex: Female
 Age: 19
 Appearance:
 Ethnic: Japanese
 Personality: The name Rin was picked aptly for little was left to chance in the making of the woman that Tsukino Rin is. Cold, dignified, severe, these are the first and most obvious traits of Rin. She was raised to be modern royalty, living in luxury though not pampered by it. Hers was a life full of demands and tests. She cannot bear to have nothing to do, always putting her mind and body to some task or the other. She is quite clever, incredibly intelligent though somewhat emotionally stunted. She acts with full propriety, doing her best and more on all tasks required of her while keeping a quiet air of dignity. However... deep cold within herself lies a font of cold, suppressed rage. She's not naturally a bad person, but life has sharpened her to the point of being ruthless and uncaring for most... as well as a bit of a snob. More than anything she chases perfection... while at the same time fearing and hating the one who made her the way she is.
 Background/History: Tsukino Rin was born as the daughter of the famous entrepreneur Tsukino Satoshi, a rising star in Japanese business with a great deal of popularity for his good looks and physique. However, his popularity hides some connection to criminal elements as well as a ruthless, incredibly controlling personality. Marrying a beautiful heiress to a more traditional fortune, the man became a dictator of his household, inspiring fear and keeping a rigid control over the going ons of the place... however, when he heard his wife, Miyamoto Junko was pregnant his desire for control boiled over into an obsession with his own offspring. Satoshi made sure Rin had everything she needed to grow up healthy and strong... as well as micromanaging near every aspect of her life since the moment she was born. In her she saw his greatest project, his greatest creation... a chance to mold his own blood and kin into perfection. A girl who was born bright and happy was soon burrowed in responsibilities and expectations, strict teachers and instructors and the worst of all... his own father, the ultimate fear and strictest judge of them all. She was kept apart from her mother as she was nourished in mind and body... endless hours of focused study with punishments for disobedience, gruelling practice and training for her body. She was pushed to her limits, while monitored closely to make sure she never broke. A joyless childhood on which Rin developed a deep hatred for the strict figure of her father... just as much hate as she had fear... and worse yet, the more she hated herself for being so moved and yearning of his approval on the rare occasions where he gave them. For even in this, the man was controlling and manipulating her feelings to better push her to excel. One of her few chances to rebel she found on a gentle young man from her piano lessons... a foreign student who despite her cold exterior kept trying to come closer to her. Michael he was called and after a few rough patches, he became her first true friend... and from him she got a view of the world she didn't know. Of warmth, kindness. He was fond of stories and myths and shared with her lots of them... she didn't care for most of them, but just seeing him so passionate grew an interest in her... made it enjoyable to listen. She began sneaking reading about world mythologies for a while... and those days were among the happiest in her life. It all, of course, ended when the jealous Satoshi finally learned of the influence of one in her life. One day, Michael just stopped coming to lessons, his phone wouldn't pick up... and upon digging, she learned his family left the country on some scandal and rumors of crime. That was one of the breaking points for Rin... and her hysteria as she confronted her father was one of the greatest she faced in her life. It was also one of the few times her father hurt her physically as a punishment instead of redoubling the intensity of her training. Two years passed since that moment and Rin kept living her life as her father's puppet all the while resenting the position... what happened with Michael only reinforcing her disgust even as she kept competing for the top scores academically, being signed up for physical competitions. Being made a trophy chasing trophy child... so much that her resentment boiled over into a plea to be made free...
 Goal/Desires: Perfection. Freedom. Power.
 Powers:
 Chaser of Perfection: Rin is one that has been molded with discipline and training her entire life. While she was gifted in smarts and healthy in body, that didn't amount to as much as she had to train herself and make a constant effort to be better. She's intimately familiar with failure, having crashed against it over and over again until she could overcome the obstacles in her path. She admired the heroes of legends, those figures that rose over their peers and the greatest of foes by their innate gifts and training, becoming epitomes of humanity... and in such fantasies, also lie her few happy dreams. She wishes only for a strong body and a strong mind to chase after greater heights.
 Perfection of Body: Rin comes into this new world with a fit and athletic body for a young woman her age... and upon it she cast the wish for it to grow and adapt, to learn what she needs in order to become stronger... to not be bound by physical limits. Upon reaching the new world, Rin's body will be improved in strength, agility and endurance, as well as granting it the ability to grow in power and memorize techniques faster than it would be normal. The ability she notices also comes with a light shapeshifting effect... by concentrating on her appearance for a few minutes she can make small changes upon herself, such as her features, color of eyes, skin and the like, though these are superficial ones.
 Perfection of Mind: Rin was a smart girl before... top of her class, disciplined and clever. Upon coming onto this world, however, she takes it up a notch, gaining a near photographic memory and more importantly, the capacity for heightened learning and understanding, able to by logic learn how things work by observing them. To her surprise, she gains the first inklings of magic understanding merely by being in a world with magic, obtaining the capacity to do some minor magic immediately upon getting there such as telekinesis up to a few pounds, making small lights appear, detection of magic and even flinging a projectile of energy with roughly the strength of a powerful blow.
Equipment/Inventory: The clothes she was wearing, a cellphone and a credit card. Also a pretty silver necklace her father bought but that her mother picked.

[User]
@Anderiel

The ground began to shake all around the group of 3. Hana, being so close to one of the 'trees', quickly grabbed onto it for balance. The ground shook more, but Hana didn't fall. The tree began to glow. Hana was completely lost on what was going on. Then came the large roar. That roar was atrociously loud. It hurt to hear it. Then came the wind. The wind was absolutely brutal. It had even ripped out a few of the 'trees' from the roots.

Hana didn't really pay attention to Mabel dropping her dice, but watched as Mabel fell over trying to retrieve the said dice. A slight smile filled her face, but by the time that Mabel got back up, the smile extinguished back to its usual sheepish frown. She looked down as Mabel talked to her. "I don't know," Hana said, her voice slightly louder than before, "but we should find Tsukino and find out what all this is."

[Assistant]
@Anderiel

"Hey you two!" cries off from a distance Rin as she runs towards the two... glad to see they are alright though her face shows fear and concern for the shaking and the glow from before "What was that? I saw a glow from here and suddenly there was the shaking!" continues to yell Rin as she runs towards them... a few seconds later getting to them, supporting herself on another tree to avoid falling.

[User]
Star@kapuchu
Fiona Swanhilde - Within the Forests on Gorlock

"...W-wah!"

Fiona squeaked in panic as a loud noise boomed out nearby, almost jumping out of her skin in fright. Thankfully, when she actually turned to look she found the source of the noise was a rather high-spirited Asian girl wearing... She'd never seen clothes like that. Was she a native? The girl's cheerfulness seemed a little infectious, as Fiona's mouth subtly curved up into a small, nervous smile.

Any attempt to respond was cut short, however, when the man-faced deerosaurus... Sniffed her. As she resumed trembling, it let out a soft cry, and before she could react to this a small swarm of strange animals begin surrounding her, Tamaki and... And she hadn't noticed the other girl until now, but... Well, honestly, "girl" wasn't the right description for her. "Woman" was a bit better, but "amazon" seemed to be more accurate. Fiona couldn't help but feel something mildly unpleasant inside her when she looked at the two others, especially when she looked down to her lap and saw the chair once more.

"...H-hey!" ...And as she did so, one of the creatures lept on. It looked almost like a squirrel, really; a squirrel that looked like it had been caught in an explosion in a paint factory, but still. In its paws it held some kind of nut, maybe the local equivalent of an acorn, which it seemed to be presenting to her. "Um... F-for me? Um... Thank you, eheh." Reaching out a slender hand, she took the nut before gently patting the little rodent on the head, as a wider smile than before spread across her face.

"Um... I'm... Fiona," she mumbled, as the other two introduced themselves. "Fiona Swanhilde, and... I don't know where we are either, Chloe. And, um...
Th-that would be, um, nice, Tamaki, um...
"

[Assistant]
@daltar

"Your plan pissed the world off, and now it wants blood for blood." Mabel stated bluntly to Rin.

The girl then carefully paced towards the larger spire at the forest's center. The dice hummed with power, though a confused Mabel didn't really know what that meant. Finally she reached her destination, the towering structure hummed brightly and winds continued to intensify as the earth came to life.

"Maybe if I climb up here, get my bearings... Hey, do either of you have a compass or something?" Shaking her head at the thought, Mabel began to climb the tough jagged surface. High enough, she began to realize they weren't on a where, they were on a what.

[User]
Filip was glad that they had slightly resolved their issues between themselves when suddenly the large doors that they had been trying to figure out had just swung open. "See, that wasn't so hard." He started when he felt movement in his right hand and saw that the salamander was moving up his arm, to his torso and down his leg before moving as fast as it could go for some safe ground. That was never a good sign and that was when he heard the sound of a large amount of rushing water heading their direction.

He saw that the other two were grabbing on to a bar that had been let down from above the gate and knew that was a better idea than just trying to outrun the water. "This is going to hurt." The dutch man muttered as he grabbed a hold of the bar and drew in a breath just as the water slammed into his chest and it took all his strength to hang onto the bar.

[Assistant]
@kapuchu

Tamaki Asagami - Within the Forests on Gorlock

"Yosh! Friend acquired! Glad to meet your acquaintance, Fiona!" Tamaki pumped her arm even as she and the others were being all but swarmed by friendly woodland creatures- big and small. If anything the girl got even more visibly excited, trembling all over through sheer exhilaration especially after the man faced deer walked on water. Everything was so new and fresh while at the same time not so totally out of whack that she couldn't compare them to her old life. The animals themselves looked like more fantastical versions of beasts found on her world, though much friendlier it seemed. Naturally, she was an easy-going girl and thus simply relaxed herself and enjoyed the Snow White like moment she found herself in. No singing though. She had standards.

"I heard animals respond badly if they're excited so it would be best for you to relax... I don't think they'll really harm us anyways, they have the look of curious children..." Tamaki laxly told Chloe even as she nuzzled into the deer's pelt, enjoying the warm and fluffy softness. "And as for you question, if I had to guess then we've been plucked to an entirely new world for some strange superfluous purpose that we don't know about yet but will no doubt discover in our long journey through the world. I read stories kinda like this." Giving a cheerful shrug as she remembered all those light novels with the same plot line, she wondered if this world operated on said logic. Still, having a template to follow, she wasn't as nervous as the other two. "If not, then I suppose we'll just have to figure it out ourselves. Or ask for help."

Picking up her plastic bag, the now more toned down high schooler rummaged through before pulling out a store bought out a tiered bento box she had bought from the specialty store just prior to being transported, lifting it up to reveal a rather nice looking spread of prepared greens over rice. "Kami-san, might you tell us about our circumstances? We seem to be lost." Giving the great being a cute grin, she pushed the box towards the beast. "An offering for your services if you do." Being Japanese, the girl was used to thinking in a certain way and was rather spiritual, having the belief that gods and spirits existed in nature. Seeing the obvious intelligence shining in the being's eyes, Tamaki tried to test her hypothesis and gather information at the same time.