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Age: 16

Personality: Energetic might be a little bit of an understate when it comes to Shun. She is like what would happen if you bottled lightning and turned it into a girl; constantly in motion, never able to sit still for long and constantly, always cheerful. This combined with her endless confidence makes it easy for her to make new friends as she is willing to approach anyone and everyone at least once, but it also makes flighty as she tends to commit to plans with people without thinking and over-booking herself.

She can reckless, as well as tactless, as she has a habit or acting and speaking before thinking and getting herself into trouble, but is more often than not able to escape trouble using the same traits that got her in trouble in the first place. This lack of consequences has left her somewhat over-confident, or at least with the impression that things will always work themselves out in the end. Although, this attitude has been put to the test somewhat recently.

Skills: As a capable soccer player and a member of her school's team, Shun was athletic even before gaining her new abilities. She has good situational awareness from her time on the pitch and is used to working together with other people for a common goal.

Backstory: A simple child from a simple family, Shun always considered herself to be the typical teenage girl. Her parents worked average jobs, she was an only child like most of her classmates, she hated studying and always left her homework to the last minute; typical high school stuff. The only thing that really made her stand out from the crowd was the fact that she played soccer on the school team; well, that and the fact that she was really good at it. Good enough that her team had a shot at making it to nationals for the first time in years.

It was something that she was proud of; even though she was only playing the sport because she loved it, even though she would have kept playing even if she terrible at it, it was nice to actually be good at something she cared to be good at. She didn't buy into any of the talk about her being a future star, a future pro, since she knew that there were better players than her out there; still, if that kind of talk kept her teams spirits up then let them dream for her. If they were able winning then that just meant they could play together longer.

They won the final match of the regional tournament, earning their school a spot in nationals for the first time in a decade, but during the final ten minutes of the match Shun was hit by a bad tackle that left her with a sprained ankle. Hardly the worst injury, but it meant she would be out of commission for the first match of nationals. The team was disheartened, but Shun wasn't; all they had to do was win one match without her and she'd be able to join them for the rest. No big deal. She waved them off from her crutches as they boarded the bus to their first match.

They lost, of course.

Shun didn't blame them for it, though they all felt devastated. She had got them to nationals and didn't even get to compete, but she had no hard feelings about it, the other team was just better than them. The same couldn't be said for the rest of her team however; no matter how much she tried to put a brave face on things, she couldn't help but think that maybe he team blamed her for being injured , for letting them down. That hurt more than the disappointment or her ankle.

She began to distance herself from the team and from soccer in general. Even after her ankle had healed she didn't hop back on the pitch or even touch a soccer ball. Some of the spark that made her love the sport had been lost. Then the fairy appeared and she suddenly had a lot more to worry about than just her school team's feelings.

Magical Girl:

Concept: Archery

Archetype: Sagittarius

Abilities:
- Enhanced speed and agility.
- Enhanced vision; increased range, able to see in the dark and has enhanced visual acuity.
- Can summon an ornate bow to her hands and is granted the knowledge and skill to use it effectively. Though it doesn't come with arrows, it instead shoots arrows of pure star light.
- Is able to pinpoint her opponent's weak spots.

[User]
Shun Nakano

Shun was running late. Well, actually she was walking, but she was definitely late. Actually, if you wanted to be technical, it was more of a leisurely amble than a walk, taking her time so that she could enjoy the ambiance of Shinjuku at night before meeting up with the others; which was probably why she was running so late if she was being honest. It would probably be a good idea to start running late at this point, so that she wouldn't be quite as late when she finally did arrive. It would be an even better idea not to be late in the first place, but that ship had already sailed and Shun had missed the boat because she wasn't watching the time.

Well, it was probably fine. It wasn't like she was going to be the only one who was late.

Her phone buzzed in her pocket and she pulled it out to see a message in their super-secret magical girl group chat. From the looks of it people had already started to arrive, or one person at least; of course it was Takara, that girl was always spoiling for a fight so no wonder she was the first one there when it was time to fight shades.

And she was calling the rest of them slow. Brat.

Shun could run rings around all of them; she was slow by choice. It was called procrastination.

Time to retaliate.

[Starry-Eyed]: Wait, really?
[Starry-Eyed]: You're gonna take out all the bad guys by yourself?
[Starry-Eyed]: Guess I'll just go home then, since you got this covered
[Starry-Eyed]: Thanks a bunch, short stuff. I'll be cheering you on

Takara wasn't much shorter than Shun really, only an inch or so, but she was shorter and Shun wasn't above using that to her advantage. That combined with making it sound like her attempt to hurry them up had the opposite effect should get under her skin enough to pay her back for the 'slow' comment. Hopefully she wouldn't take it seriously and actually try to fight all the Shades herself.

…She wouldn't right?

No, Takara wasn't that gung-ho, and even if she was there were probably others there to keep her in check. They wouldn't all be as late as she was, right?

She pulled out her phone again and began typing.

[Starry-Eyed]: Wait, no
[Starry-Eyed]: Don't do that
[Starry-Eyed]: You'll die
[Starry-Eyed]: I'll be right there

Shun started running.

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She tried to play it cool as she arrived at the park a few minutes later, fully transformed, to find that not only had Takara not run off by herself, but that there were two others waiting with her. Linking her hands behind her head, Shun sauntered over to them as casually as she could, pretending like she hadn't just driven herself into a panic with an invented scenario and then raced over as fast as she could to prevent it; nope, definitely not.

"Got anything to drink in there?"

[Assistant]
✫✫ Nico ✫✫

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"I'm here!! I'm heeeere!!!"

The overly loud, slightly obnoxious scream was a precursor to a certain pink-haired feline fellow barely sticking the landing from a long-leap tree-top jump. After a couple of "W-whoa" and "Awawa"'s while flailing her arms, the girl manages to stabilize herself. She then puts her hand on her knees, looking incredibly winded.

"Haa... Haa... Magical Girl Nico, on-scene~!" she'd say with a bit of tired flourish, before immediately losing all her energy again. "Uuuh... I read that I was late from Taka-chan, but the meeting spot is so far from my school... I ran over the rooftops and then through the trees to get here and everything, and I'm still the last one here!!" Nico complained, her arms spread in a battle stance as she screamed skyward. Then Nico blinked a couple times and stopped with the theatrics, scratching the back of her head.

"Ahahehe, that's everyone right? Um... oh!" she mused, then noticed Abigail's bag of snacks. Slowly, sloooowly Nico inched forward. She was already salivating from the idea of getting any food at all after a workout. "Gaaaail-chaaaan... gimme!" Nico said and pounced in the direction of the girl now-her-size, intent on nabbing that bag for herself.

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If impatiently waiting could be a skill, Takara would likely have won several awards for it. So when the messaging app buzzed with a reply, she'd quickly check the reply...and immediately frown in irritation. Short stuff? Fine, if she wanted to go home see how much she actually cared! Zero, that was it, definitely! Oh wait...she actually sent a follow up message. Don't die? What was she? A child?! Well, yes, but she could handle herself against some basic bad guys!

She was about to type up a very angry reply, when something warm and fuzzy headbutted her in the leg. Looking down, she'd see the dog and internally cringe, angrily stuffing her phone in her pocket and giving the mutt a pat on the head before walking over to Abigail.

"Finally." Takara huffed, noticing the bags of well, everything Abigail came walking up with. "Got anything good in there or just gonna eat it all yourself?" She'd snatch up her favorite - an unreasonably sour hard candy. The roar of an engine finally indicated that they had at least, all started to finally show up and filter in.

"Kana." She'd give at least a polite greeting, though her somewhat irritable expression didn't change as she'd pop the sour candy into her mouth without so much as batting an eye...at least until Shun finally arrived. Takara stomped over, immediately giving the other girl a somewhat rough punch on the shoulder before she could react.

"Shorty?! I'm like, the second tallest here! You're just unreasonably tall!" So she says, without having actually looked at the heights of her teammates.

[Assistant]
Abigail

Handing out drinks wasn't such a demand on her attention that Abigail could miss the very loud, very pink girl coming in... and making a jump for the bag all by herself. There were many possible ways she could have defended her bag of snacks: she could have transformed, she could have dived to the side, or spun around, or...

Instead, she did the obvious thing when someone made a wild leap like that: lift it straight up, completely beyond reach. Honestly, even if she transformed, she would still be the tallest here, if not by much, trying to do something like that when she had so much of a height advantage was silly. She had nearly a foot or more on practically every girl she met.

Of course, Nico's wild grab for the bag wasn't entirely fruitless: Lucy decided to plod over, giving her hand a friendly lick.

"Now, now, Nico, there's enough for everyone," the blonde said, handing over, after a second of thought, some melon bread.

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Daze @Ammokkx

Reading Takara's message as she strolled towards the national garden, Ukiko snickered. Yes she was late, but she had a good reason to be. Magical girls needed to train, didn't they? And what better way than by taking this opportunity to perfect a surprise appearance?

She put away her phone and hid behind a wide tree, two issues nagging at her thoughts as blue-green wisps danced around her. The first was the fact that magical girls could sense each other. She'd need to find some way around that. The second, well... As the wisps died down, revealing her ashen-skinned, frill-clad transformed self, that second issue materialised in the form of a floating paper lantern by her side.

"I know that look on your face all too well-bura," her familiar chided. Ukiko rolled her eyes. Trust Burabura to start being annoying the moment she appeared. "What are you planning on pulling this time-bura?"

A smirk spreading over her face, Ukiko crept forward until the meeting place came into view, along with the distant forms of several other magical girls. "You did say I needed to take this seriously and hone my skills," she whispered. "So this is just a little sneak attack training. Don't ya worry, I won't actually hurt anyone, just gotta wait for the right moment."

She ignored Burabura's drawn-out groan and mutter of "Excuses excuses-bura."

Crouching and peering out from the bushes, she spotted the perfect chance. A certain pink catgirl leapt at Abigail, aiming for a bag filled with what looked like snacks, and missing as the much taller girl raised it high. A distraction. "Now!" Ukiko whispered, turning invisible, Burabura reluctantly doing the same.

With Abigail's attention divided between Nico and her dog, Ukiko rose into the air and sped forward. Stretching her hands out like claws and putting on a crazed rictus of a grin, she blinked back into visibility right in front of Abigail's face. "Yaaaaaaaah!" Maybe this would even give Nico the opportunity to grab that bag - of course, given the assistance she now had, sharing of the snacks would be much appreciated.

[Assistant]
The look of innocence Shun put on her face when she saw Takara stomping over to her probably wasn't very convincing. She couldn't quite keep the smirk off her lips or the sparkle out of her eyes as the shorter girl gave her a piece of her mind and a punch to the shoulder. Glad to see she was right that the comment would get under her skin, not that that was particularly difficult where Takara was concerned.

"Hey, hey, hey, I'm average height at best." With a flourish that would draw the eye, Shun pointed off to the side, where Abigail was currently holding the bag of snacks high enough that the grasping catgirl couldn't reach them. "She is unreasonably tall."

Now that she wasn't panicking as much and knew that the worst she was going to get for her words was a punch in the arm and a huffy magical girl, Shun was more than willing to push her luck. "But don't worry, I'm sure you'll catch-up to us soon. So…!" Stepping away from the other girl, and hopefully out of arms reach, Shun sought to quickly change the topic by engaging the rest in conversation. "What are we waiting for? Is everyone here?"


[System]
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Height: 6'1"
Weight: 197lbs

Akio is a quiet fellow who tends to stick to himself and his music. When he does talk, his voice suprises others by being deeper then his appearance let's on. (Mid bass) Akio keeps to himself mainly because he's never been good at making friends, since he doesn't know how to speak to those he doesn't know. Even so he is quick to act in defense of others even at the cost of his own safety. Due to his past he hates violence, but will not hesitate to use it if necessary to protect others. Akio is particularly fond of pokey, and can easily be bribed with a box or two to do others work sometimes.

Akio Shiazaka had a short life, though not as short as others in the strange school in the afterlife. He grew up in an what could be considered an average home, with the exception of an abusive father that is. Akiro grew up with two younger sisters, and was extremley protective of them. His father, constantly drunk, left Akio to care for his sisters. Almost nightly Akira father would attempt to head one of them in a drunken rage. More often than not any beatings that would have been given to them Akio would take upon himself by angering his father. Akios escape from all of this was school. Youd never know his situation at home with his grades, being a straight A student. But his favorite escape was music. Whenever he could he had practiced in a violin in his free time at school, and his teachers had taken notice. After all, his normal demeanor of goofy and class clown never led anyone to think he was good at much besides his classwork. Most of the other children made fun of him often and excluded him from their groups because of it.
In Akios early highschool years he had also picked up martial art classes while in gym, mainly to have an excuse for the brusies that he would aquire nightly from his father. But he also wanted to fight back. To protect his sisters beter than he could now. Finaly one night his father came home drunker than usual, and had dragged one of his siters through the house by her hair for some minor issue.

That's when everything changed.

Akiro caught his father to protect his sister and keep her from harm. And while his practice in gym helped, it wasn't enough. His father's sheer size and power ovewhelmed him, and using a bottle he had managed to not only give him a cuncussion and knock Akiro out, but ended up cutting his arms and hands pretty bad. When he awoke, he was at a hospital. He was plauged by investigators asking about some intruder that had broken in and attacked him. Realizing his father must have told some wild story to escape trouble, Akio told them he couldn't remember anything, and asked what had happened to his arms when he realized both they and his hands we're bandaged. His arms and hands had been sliced pretty deep, cutting a lot of tendons.

He was told that hed likely never hav major use of his hands again other than simple tasks.

Eventually Akio was released to go home and he was in a perpetual state of depression. He could never again so the one thing he loved most: play his violin. Hardly a week after his return home his father once again return home in a drunken stupor, yelling and screaming him and his sisters. Akio snapped and attacked his father with a nearby lamp, but with his wounds he did nothing at all. His father grabbed the lamp and hit Akio in the temple, knocking him over. Again Akio blacked out, the criedls of his sisters filling his thoughts. However, this time he didn't wake up in the hospital. In fact, her never see his sisters again. He had awoken in a strange school and been informed he was dead.

Other: Currently others other than the class president only know he isn't a NPC because he frequently finishes his classwork early and can be heard on the roof playing gentle melodies on his signature violin he carries with him everywhere.

[User]
Eiko Kurosawa

In the far distance Eiko could hear Christmas songs over the heavy winds, she had tied off part the cut sleeve that should've housed her right arm, she kept her left hand on the bleeding injury as she did her best to get as far as she could from the Fenrir compound, snow began sticking to Eiko's clothes and bare face, she wasn't dressed for the harsh weather, Eiko stomped her feet with each step she took, she was walking across a long plain and could see a city far away through the snow and wind, part of Eiko knew that she wasn't going to make it to the city, she knew that she was more than likely gonna freeze to death or die from blood loss.

Eiko took a look back and made out a thin long trail of blood tracing back to the compound, fires started to happen at the compound and Eiko knew that she couldn't make it back, the way forwards was even longer than the way back but Eiko felt like she'd be finished soon, she took two more weak steps in the snow before she dropped to her knees she let go of her wound and put her bloodied hand in the cold snow." I'm already numb." She said to herself in a tone as cold as the weather.

Eiko collapsed onto her hand before just falling into the snow she closed her eyes and just accepted her fate, she could feel herself slipping away and could feel her blood begin to pool up under her in the cold snow staining it. Suddenly she began to feel warm, suddenly feeling started to return to her right arm, she could feel her fingers and even wiggle them as well along with her thumb, she slowly opened her eyes and looked around to see that she in some kind of courtyard, she was rested against a tree.

Eiko quickly assessed the situation she was in, her right arm was back again and she could even move it, she had on different clothes than her black cargo pants and black pull over hoodie, she was wearing what looked like a uniform or some kind of strange outfit, it reminded her of the time she was forced to go to a high school once, She looked around seeing what looked like a giant school or an academy.

Eiko got to her feet and saw someone run up into the school like they were in a hurry, she noticed others were walking up into the school as well, but before Eiko could really get to the school or even act, the sky began to darken, and a somewhat annoying voice crackled to life on a hidden pa system that Eiko couldn't spot, the voice told them that there would be a storm after the wind began to pick up and the sky darkened.

Before Eiko could do anything herself, she was grabbed by a teacher and huddled together with many other students, she was soon herded with the other students into a shelter along with the other students, Eiko pushed others that gotten too close to her as she was herded with the others into the shelter.

But the Shelter just looked like a giant indoor basketball court, or some type of stage with bleachers, Eiko took her eyes off the various different things around her and her small nose was assaulted with the smell of spicy rice like the voice on the PA told them, Eiko didn't take the rice feeling this could be something similar to the Jonestown Koolaid. Eiko went to try to be on her own she didn't want to be crowded around the others that were in the small shelter.

[Assistant] Shiba looked around seeing everyone come in things were getting interesting considering how Shiba could see a few puerile with actual will. Maybe it was the wrong way to phrase that but to think that there were people questioning everything happening. Shiba took a spot in the corner to people watch, he wasn't hungry yet so he wouldn't get any of the spicy rice. For now Shiba would simply wait to see what happens if anyone wants to talk to him great if nobody does also great. At this point Shiba would just be an observer until the time came for him to leave...


[System]
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Appearance: Tamzen stands at about 3 foot 5. They have sandy skin, dark grey eyes and very short black hair that looks like they may have tried to cut it themself to... mixed results. They almost always where a wooden mask resembling horned owl, which hides the fact that their face is badly scarred with three deep claw marks, one narrowly missing their left eye. Their left ear also appears to have a small tear in it, while the right one has two piercings that resemble very large thorns. Their clothes are monk robes that use very warm, autumnal colours, though not in the best condition as they are all tattered and stained with dirt.

Race: Ghostwise Halfling

Occupation: Wanderer, healer and acolyte

Memories: Tamzen heralds from a small, secluded village and all of their memories prior to leaving are actually quite vivid. They were the second of two children and in contrast to their responsible older brother - and the person they themself would eventually become - they were a something of a wild child. They were constantly disobeying the rules laid down by their parents and the village elders, and essentially bullying the other village children into going along with their various schemes. Eventually, this lead to an incident involving in which, on dare to see who was brave enough to enter a nearby cave, Tamzen and another young halfling were attacked by some kind of creature the likes of which neither had ever seen. Tamzen received a nasty claw to their face and their friend was almost killed, when a stranger wearing a goat mask fended on the creature and brought the two halflings back to their village. Tamzen had passed out during the journey but when they awoke, they found the wound on their face was healed - albeit leaving a rather nasty scar - and their friend in stable condition. The stranger, who they later found out was called Alda, had apparently used some kind of power to heal both of them in a way that none of the village healers could.

Now, Tamzen's village was very wary of outsiders, and this particular stranger seemed to make them very uncomfortable. Alda was about the same height as a halfling but had a greenish tint to her skin, with oversized ears and hands that more resembled claws. However, she had saved two of their own, so she was permitted to stay in the village for a couple of days, though most of the people kept their distance from her and warned their young not to associate with her. Obviously, Tamzen didn't listen. They wanted to thank Alda for saving them and their friend - who they felt extremely guilty for putting in danger - and they rarely got the chance to speak to someone outside their village. So they managed to sneak into the small hut Alda was staying in and, over the next few days, the two started to form a friendship. Alda wasn't like the other adults in the village. She always answered their questions and told them about things they'd never heard of.

For example, Alda explained she was part of an order dedicated to the restoration of the land. She told Tamzen that the land 'very, very sick', that this 'sickness' was responsible for creatures like the one that had attacked them, and if nothing was done, this sickness may cause this land - or even the entire world - to become uninhabitable. All members of this order wore animal masks in order to connect them to nature and remind them of their duty to the land. While Tamzen didn't entirely understand everything she said, they felt the urgency and importance of what Alda was doing, and felt a strong desire to help her, unlike anything they had ever felt. While they loved their village and the people in it, they'd always felt restless here, like they didn't quite belong. Compared to their peers and their older brother, they'd never felt like they had a place, never sure what they wanted to do with their life, which was probably part of the reason for their mischief. In Alda, they suddenly saw some sense of purpose, so when the day come that Alda was set to leave the village, Tamzen said they wanted to with them.

Some of the village immediately took against this, obviously, as it had been a long time since one of them had left and saw it as a disturbance in the status quo. After all, if Tamzen left, what would stop others from following their example? On the other hand, not everyone felt that way. Some argued that Tamzen was coming to the age when they would be considered an adult, and still very reckless and bold. Perhaps this journey was what would be needed to calm their wild spirit and make them into an upstanding citizen. After much deliberating, the elders eventually decided to let Tamzen go, but before they left, as was tradition, they were given a small vial of water from the neighbouring river to be worn around their neck as a reminder of where they had come from.

After that, Tamzen's memories become very patchwork. They spent a lot of time traveling, saw a lot of people and places, all the while learning from Alda. Alda taught Tamzen many things about both the order and the world in general, such as about various gods including a obscure nature deity that she and the other members of the order worshiped - though Tamzen can no longer recall the name of this deity - how to use one's life force to both heal AND hurt others, and how to speak and understand Terran and Primordial, both languages used by the order and the former of which used in all their scripture. During that time, Tamzen matured a great deal, losing their wilder nature and becoming entirely dedicated to their duty. Eventually, Alda gave Tamzen their own mask, which she had made herself, and resembled an owl in honour of Tamzen's surname 'Silentflight'. Tamzen also remembers that Alda did say after giving this mask that she was going to take them to meet the other members of their order to get fully inducted, though they can't remember if she ever got round to this. They also don't remember what happened to Alda, whether she died or left, only that at some point, Tamzen found themself traveling alone, though still fulfilling the teachings of their mentor.

As for Tamzen's death, they don't remember how or when they died, nor do they seem to care much. In fact, they seem to find their new state merely a way for them to better fulfill their responsibilities, even seeing it as being in some way advantageous as they no longer feel burdened by the weaknesses of the living. They also have gotten it into their heads that the Gestalt is some sort of saviour figure, that they are the answer to saving this land that their order was trying so desperately to find, and that the spirits that are bound to the Gestalt are key to aiding this cause.

Other:
- Goes by they/them pronouns.

- Despite claiming that the past is past and that their fellow spirits should forget about their past lives to focus fully on helping the Gestalt, Tamzen is very protective of the vial of water given to them by the village and will become very anxious if it is endangered.

- Tamzen almost never removes their mask in the presence of others, partly due to their loyalty to their order but also because they don't want people to see their scars. This isn't so much because they hate the look of the scars themselves but because they are a reminder of their recklessness during youth, which they feel a great deal of shame towards.

[User] One moment, Graham Douglas had been the undisputed master of all he surveyed. The next, he had been bleeding out on the ground, a knife shoved into his back by his traitorous right hand man. And now here he was. Rather than heading off to whatever afterlife was waiting for him, Graham instead found himself in a crumbling temple with with a bunch of other dead people all surrounding a girl who was still clearly alive and sleeping soundly on the temple's altar. Though he was incapable of moving away from where he appeared, Graham had the fortune of appearing within sitting distance of one of the few long chairs that time had yet to break beyond use. As he sat down, Graham heard the others start talking and introducing themselves, so Graham figured he'd get in on that. "Graham Douglas." Graham introduced himself. "By the by, does anyone else 'ave this strange feelin' in the back o' their 'eads that somethin' dangerous is 'eaded this way or is that just death makin' me go a bit loopy?"

[Assistant]
As the four were trying to figure out what was going on with their situation, the girl began to rouse. Strangely enough as she was becoming conscious, everyone would feel more mobile. They were able to move around her, though no further than five feet or so. She sat up, rubbing her eyes, and looked around. For a moment she seemed shocked. She was quiet and you could all tell she was afraid. Yet at the same time, despite being so much smaller, so much weaker, there was a certain level of defiance within her. As if she was ready to fight despite how hopelessly outmatched she would be. "Who are you all? You're not... Did you just come here? You don't look like the monsters in these lands." Yin gulped. She had no weapons, not even a rock, but her hands were held tightly to her chest as if to protect her vitals. "I'm Yin... Do you all live here?"

Whisper would also notice something now that they have awakened mentally. The altar the girl sat upon was dedicated to a certain deity. The name would elude them due to the void in their memories, but off the top of their heads Whisper could remember their had something to do with voyaging and safe passage: sensible things to want in this pastoral coastal ruin. Whisper himself would know that there are similar deities within the realm of death, such as the Ferryman of Souls. Perhaps it was no coincidence that Whisper would awaken here then, in this place meant to guide people to their destination, be it new lands or an afterlife. As for Graham, while most of his memories unrelated to his vengeance are also a blur, something about some of the ruined iconography was familiar. It was strange because the markings weren't anything like what was on the altar. But it would only take a moment for him to remember some cult or religion that was rather notable back in his city that had the tendency to plaster their symbols everywhere, especially in temples. Even if Graham is not a religious man, he would know that such graffiti had one purpose: marking an enemy area as your territory. Perhaps it was no time that brought this temple to ruin after all.

That foreboding feeling was still coming. And for some it was heard. Tamzen was able to hear the flaps of a large winged creature: this was no mere bird. Something much bigger, and was moving fast and with purpose. It was uncertain to know if they realized Yin was here but Tamzen could at least recognize some flying creature was approaching the area due north. As for the others, Alsei would only need a short moment to realize that Yin was overly malnourished. Any strenuous physical activity would drain her quickly, and there was no doubt that if anything came by to attack her, her chances of survival was slim. The fact she survived for this long was nothing short of a miracle. PAL would approach, it's body largely functional however many parts of it's chassis and equipment were rusted and in a state of ruin. The flail heads were gone, likely lost underneath the sand, the tabard was eaten away but insects, and the shield was warped and rusted as well. It would take some time to fix PAL back to it's previous state, but it was still functional nonetheless.


[System]
Tenshi
Age: Unknown, possibly several thousand years old.

Race: Angel.

Race info: Though she maybe called an angel, Tenshi is more like a walking weapon of mass destruction, possessing enough power to challenge pretty much anyone short of god himself and come out on top, she's able to endure almost any kind of attack as well as survive without the need of water, food or even air.

Job/study?: Tenshi is a NEET, she doesn't work or study, simply because these things don't appeal to her interests. She lives with a very unlucky young male priest at a hilltop chapel somewhere on the oldest part of the city.

After some recent developments she began to work part-time at a café near the city colloseum, the fact that she found it rather interesting is making Tenshi consider to find other activities to occupy her time, but what could her do?

More info:

- Likes to read a lot, recently she has gotten really into shoujo manga, and keeps burning the church's money to buy every one she lays her eyes on.
- Is a total lazyass unless something catches her interest. People say that god kicked her out because of this, though she never confirms nor denies it.
- Has zero concept of personal space or modesty, to the point that it's not uncommon to find some of her underwear laying around the chapel's living quarters.
- Actually likes the priest, but can't spit it out to him.

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Maybe I'll add more about the priest later, for now know that he's a shy guy, who's actually a half-vampire and that he gets flustered over Tenshi's antics very easily.

[User]
Lance was currently in his office which was about a block away from Colosseum. He had been working on some paper work for the past hour. What the paper work was for though was something that he was keeping a secret even from his own employees. He stretched after he finished his work and started to head off in the direction of one of his employees who was currently guarding someone at the cafe. Lance had a few masks with him, each able to change his body or give him super strength or super speed. He never liked rings, or jewelry to do that for him.

Maig in the mean time had just finished up a deal with the centaur about the Skooma. He had other wares the he sold was well and they were typically black market items at that, his most common was banned enchanted items. Maig turned his attention towards the lady with the cats and other animals. While he himself was a feline he didn't actually like cats and was more of a dog person himself. As Maig started to leave he saw the angle near by. He left her buisness card without saying a word. It stated who he was and what he dealt in, this angel seemed like a big spender to him and he figured it would never be a bad idea to get more customers.

[Assistant]
the fire was attracting a bit of attention, but this was not that unusual. its not everyday that you see a robotic burning wolf. he finally arrived at the cafe, but he now had the problem of entering the building without burning it down. perhaps he could open the door this way.. he drew one of his blades and pushed the door open. he walked up tho the counter. "i need some water as soon as possible. trust me on this one." he grabbed the water glass from the confused and shocked cashier, and pored it over his head, finally quenching the flames.

"thank god...can i have a sandwich? or hot chocolate?" he gave the cashier a small coin made of pure top grade gold, a neutronian penny. he could not understand why people gae him so much for these things, as they where near useless to him. the could at least take a anti-mater dollar. shesh.

he grabbed his marker and walked over to a table next to the person with 20 different pets. he put the marker down the marker, and knelt down to pet the small dragon. "mind if i pick him up? i had one like him once."

[User]
Edo smiled as the girl sat down. It was nice to have company, though Edo didn't really acknowledge the girl's presence. She giggled a bit though when Hallow began to tug at the girl's wing. Out of the corner of her eye, Edo noticed the girl pick up Hallow and put her on her lap, she seemed so happy that the girl was enjoying Hallow's company. She picked up Teru off her shoulder and put her on the girl's lap.
"This one's Teru. the one that tugged on your wing is Hallow," Edo said, smiling sweetly at the girl before returning to her work.
When a thing in a suit showed up and asked about Meima, Edo's baby dragon.
"Sure. That's Meima. She's female by the way. And watch out she can be a little bit destructive. She can breathe fire and spit acid. It can be bad. But don't worry, she means no harm," Edo said, not really looking up at the strange thing.

[Assistant]
"My lord, the clan is ready"said Koga phasing into the courtyard.

Sitting on his throne Varo gazed at his kin. As he went to stand a swirl of shadows engulfed him then fell from his body like water revealing his chaos armor and his katana's.
"We will spilt in to three groups. Koga..you and the Vatiyo take the west end, Ryu the east end and ill take the Bradual with me down south" He laughed." Something tells me this is going to be fun"

[User]
"Hmm... thank you..." Tenshi said to the blue haired girl as she petted both kittens that were on her lap now. It was then that a kind of catman passed by the table where they were and placed a business card in front of Tenshi, before leaving without saying a thing. Perhaps he was a salesperson to a company that she never have heard about, nevertheless, Tenshi doubted that he would like to do business with an angel that couldn't even afford to buy a couple manga.

Talking about manga... since Tenshi still had a little remaining breaktime time she quickly went to the backroom, picked her latest magazine and came back to the table to read a few pages before getting back to work. She then began to read her favorite story [Gakuen Love!] just as she placed the kittens back in her lap.

A strange werewolf-thing (not that there's anything 'normal' is this city, anyway) came near then and, after asking began to play with the baby dragon that belonged to the blue haired girl, after dousing his(or is it hers?) flaming head with a cup of water that he got from the shop's clerk.

Tenshi felt strangely relaxed by the weird atmosphere of the place, so she thought that asking a few question to the other girl wouldn't be so bad. She didn't knew anyone else in this city, save for the priest, after all and the girl had been so kind to her that she thought that making at least one more friend would be a good thing.

"Hmm... excuse me... do you like to read anykind of story?" Tenshi asked after placing her magazine over the table and looking towards the other girl with a little uncertainty in her eyes. She has nerver been good at talking to others unless she was relaying a message from God, but it only struck her now, how awkward she really is. "Ahh... I'm sorry... I haven't said my name before asking a question... it's Tenshi."

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[Assistant]
ark held the little dragon in his hand, cradling it in his arms like other would hold a baby. "we should create another dragon when we get back." "YES! finally a step to world domination, with a beast like that we could wipe out lines of enemy with" "ok may not..."
he started scratching Meima's stomach, and the dragon dragon made some noises of pleasure. it spat up some acid, probably on accident, but no one could be sure, which simply rolled of arks arm, collected by his elbow and dripped on to the floor, melting a bit of the carpet. he sat down back at his table, waiting for the food, as the little angle asks if the girl reads any books.

[User]
"I'm sorry, I don't read very much. My job doesn't really account for very much time to read. I work at the colosseum. It's a fun job," Edo responded.
"Oh, and I'm Edo. Edo Animus," Edo said, realizing she was also supposed to say her name. Human interaction wasn't her forte after all.
"I don't mean to be rude, but what race are you?" Edo asked, genuinely curios. She then turned towards the lupine figure.
"And what about you? What's your name, your species?"

[Assistant]
The sun shined down on the city below, the light reflecting off the tall skyscrapers of the city. They were a symbol of power, a symbol of wealth to both the city and those who owned them. However, in the eyes of one the most influential men in the world, it meant nothing. Why have one tower? Why not build.... an entire compound.....

Location:
A V A I N D U S T R I E S C O M P O U N D E C H O 1

Walter sat in the back of his armored SUV as they approached the gates. The guards there nodded, and let them through. He was on his way to an important meeting of the city council, a meeting that would determined whether the city would start turning over its districts to AVA Ind. for policing as things grew more... out of hand. He arrived at city hall, guards in tow. Plenty of people wanted his head on their plate, particularly rival PMC corporations and security agencies. AVA Industries's aggressive business tactics had put a lot of them out of the growing business, and plenty wanted to get back at him for it.

His security detail covered him to the main building and all they way to the actual meeting room. He entered and took his place at the head of the table. A symbol power, a symbol of the control he has been working towards for the past five years. Yes, he was in control. It was time he used it.

"Gentlemen, today marks a historic day for our city, a day where we can, perhaps, toy with the idea of security, of peace." Walter began.

[User]
Maigs ears perked up when he heard about the Coliseum, he often sold his goods there without anyone noticing thanks to Silica sneaking his products into the coliseum. He was almost always at the coliseum when there was a match to spread some goods, this would often cause a problem as well though.

Lance meanwhile finally came upon the city council meeting, he had walked all the way there after checking on one of his customers, yet no one had dared to hurt such a man as his security was everywhere, yet no one could see them thanks to their discreteness. Lance walked into the hall a bit late, he didn't even make a scene though as people didn't even notice him, only speaker would have noticed him, there were even a few gaurds in the room. "You say peace, but your men seem to say war." Lance objected as he entered the hall. He himself wanted to have his own buisness to over instead of AVA. "Your men would stick out far too much, it would be like everyone is being oppressed if we let you take over." He said with the same grin on his face.

[Assistant] ark looked up from meima "i am ark, a hybrid neutron solstice." " i am whir, a sentience ai, and the shadow is nyx, but we don't think that he can talk to normal people just yet" "by the way you said that you work at the Colosseum. im thinking of going there later, are there good fighters? actually never-mind ill just find out myself."

[User] "Well.. fighter wise, the colosseums pretty good. We've got some good fighters and fun matches. But, surprisingly, some of the best fighters are the ones that don't fight," Edo told Ark. She was referring to the fact that some of the employees were quite good fighters even if they weren't the ones fighting at the colosseum. It was just something about working in a building with a history of blood and combat. It made you feel comfort and calmed them down. And there weren't a whole lot of people there anyways. Edo was one of the main employees. It was her, her boss, and one or two lower employees. But the employees really were strong. SO if Ark wanted a good fight, they were probably the people to go after.

[Assistant]
The question that the blue matured girl, Edo, asked Tenshi wasn't even all that strange judging by the fact that one could never judge a book by its cover, specially on this city. Nevertheless, she felt a little shocked for not even being guessed to be an angel. Were her appearance and behavior this off from the stereotypical heavenly messenger? This made Tensh think.

Either, she responded "I'm an angel, a messenger of God... actually I'm Michael and Gabriel's younger sister, so you can say that I'm an archangel..." Tenshi mentioned her older siblings to ease Edo's memory as she didn't looked like the religious sort of person. "Though I'm already from home now because of some issues with He..."

"Now that you've said it, you look like a normal human, even if you're a rather cute one, but thread none in this city... what ate you then, E... do, yes?" Tenshi asked after taking a so of tea.

"So you mean you're three individuals inside of one?" Tenshi asked the strange wolf thing.

Before he could answer she added," If you want to fight someone stronger just for fun, I can try it with you... I'm not as strong as my brothers, though."

[User] "technically im just two. whir is merely the suit. he tries to keep me in check and maintain my gravity. nyx is my shadow, but he uses half of my brain to exist. and while the fight could potential be fun, i don't like fighting religious figures. you guys tend to be very high and mighty. hope that's not to offensive. also i agree that edo is a bit odd. i have not seen a single pure human here so far."

[Assistant] "I'm from a species of humanoids called Universitas Pessum Ire. Appearance wise, almost identical to a human. We have no magic, no outlandish features. But, we are fighters. Each family trained in one family style. Well, except for my family. The Animus family trains each person with a fighting style that suits them. So... I'm close to human but I'm far from it," Edo explained before remembering something," and we have an exelence in math, psychology and physics. We're pretty cool." Edo smiled. She was proud of her race. They could blend into human civilization. Plus, they were smart and strong.


[System]
Age: 17

Gender: Female

Appearance: Come on, then~!
Standing at a decent 5'7", Yumiko's swapped out her regular shrine maiden-esque garb for more... Contemporary clothes.
Like a T-shirt and jeans, for example. The usual.

Personality: With boundless energy and an eye for the unnatural, Yumiko's not the kind of person to lay low and spy on people. She's quite energetic, often times rushing off to drag whoever it is that has her attention for the moment to wherever it is that she so pleases. She isn't really aggressive as much as she is enthusiastic, and most of the time her actions have little to no undertones of malice. In fact, she's kind of amicable to most people that aren't complete jerks. However, her personal desire for equality has led to a more bitter side of Yumiko to develop, one that knows that the world is flawed and wants to overhaul it as a whole to resolve that issue.

Skills: Given that she has to know how water and light reflect and reflect differently under different circumstances, Yumiko has thus learned every facet of light particle-wave duality and their interaction with other surfaces; her illusions are also incredibly lifelike because of her interest in photography, which also led to her bringing along a camera for the trip over. She's quite a good cook (and she has to be, given how inheritance work and all that) and can back a mean punch for any thugs brave enough to cross her path.

Abilities: As a third-generation magus from a branch family, Yumiko's magic circuits are relatively widespread, but her offensive capabilities are incredibly weak as a whole. In fact, she specializes in using paper charms in order to manipulate both water and light to a great extent. She also has the ability to create barriers that can mitigate impacts strong enough to rend a normal man unconscious- or worse. This is limited by the number of charms she has, however; once her supply runs dry, she's basically a sitting duck. The larger the scale of magecraft, the more charms it requires. She cannot stack spells one on top of the other, but she can layer up to two barriers at once.

Brief Backstory: Yumiko comes from a small branch family of magi who have diverged from the old main branch in terms of style and application; though by the definition of lineage they have not inherited the Magic Crest, they HAVE learned the clan's core teachings, and as such have derived their own form of magic from it. Yumiko herself is a third-generation magus, having inherited her abilities from her mother at a young age and has striven to train them ever since. The branch family, however, has been looked upon as nothing by tools by the main family, which Yumiko had hated ever since she was aware of the fact. When the news of a new Grail War met the family's ears, the main branch immediately got to work setting up their designated heir to win them the coveted wish. She, however, had different plans; convincing her parents to send her off in secret under the guise of studying abroad, Yumiko flew to Redrock in hopes of fixing what she thought was flawed with her family as a whole.

[User]
Yumiko Kawajima

With a heavy sigh, Yumiko wiped the sweat from her brow as she flicked her hands of the blood staining them. Though covered by a pair of disposable gloves, should could feel the texture of the liquid through them--understandable, given how thin latex was, but definitely not to her tastes. The metallic tinge in the air caused the girl to unconsciously wrinkle her nose in distaste as she surveyed the land she had secured for the ritual tonight: a forest grove, bathed in the light of the full moon.

Though she was striving for success, there was an inkling of doubt in her mind as to what she could stand up to. The constant bias from the main branch of the family was certainly vexing, but it wasn't as if she wasn't completely incapable... Or a simple tool to be used. But... To what extent could she stand against it all?

...

Well, now was a good a time as ever to find out.

"Let silver and steel be the essence.
Let stone and the archduke of contracts be the foundation.
Let black be the color I pay tribute to.
Let rise a wall against the wind that shall fall.
Let the four cardinal gates close.
Let the three-forked road from the crown reaching unto the Kingdom rotate."

Yumiko could feel her circuits flooding with power, and the strain of summoning a Servant became clear to her now. It was no wonder, then, that so many only opted to do this under the most optimal conditions. It was already far too late to back out now, though.

"Let it be declared now;
your flesh shall serve under me, and my fate shall be with your sword.
Submit to the beckoning of the Holy Grail.
Answer, if you would submit to this will and this truth."

Now, the young girl could see a figure beginning to form in the center of the circle. The amount of effort she had to put in was unfathomable right now, but at the very least she hadn't failed completely... Which was... Somethng.

"An oath shall be sworn here.
I shall attain all virtues of all of Heaven;
I shall have dominion over all evils of all of Hell."

Now the figure was becoming clearer. The outline of a human, at the very least, gave her some mental reprieve. The stories of being almost double her size being handled gave the girl a fright, but not enough to disrupt the summoning. But, at last--!

"From the Seventh Heaven, attended to by three great words of power,
come forth from the ring of restraint, protector of the holy balance--!"

Her face now drenched in sweat, Yumiko shouted the final words of the incantation, her right arm outstretched as she almost fell over in exhaustion. No more of that again.

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Lancer
The summoning circle in front of Fio pulsed twice as the girl finished her incantation, causing a large amount of smoke to be thrown up out of seemingly nowhere as the Servant took its form. Even through the dust, though, the figure of a hulking, muscled man in a decorated suit of armor was made abundantly clear, to say nothing of the large spear in his right hand. The Servant lifted his spear and slammed it on the floor, instantly causing a shockwave strong enough to blow away the residual dust from his summoning. His face, now, was made clear:a long black beard that seemed to reach his torso and eyes that seemed to be piercing through the night to see the girl stood out among the rest of the house. His weapon and armor seemed to shine, even now. The Servant only now opened his eyes, and stared at the young woman before him.

"Hrmph. I am a Servant under the class 'Lancer.' For thou who hast summoned me here, long since my own passing, I ask of you: Are you my Master?"

The low, booming voice of this Lancer seemed to reverberate around the room, causing it to feel as if Fio had been asked the question in stereo.

[Assistant]
Fio Mal-Rai

Fio raised an arm to cover her eyes as smoke rose from seemingly everywhere. But even with that, she could see the figure materializing in the mysterious smog. He was huge, and wielding... well, a spear. That detail was certainly to be expected. It slammed the floor, and dust and smoke scattered to reveal to the girl just what her Servant looked like. He was quite impressive, to say the least. Tall and bearded, and clad in shining armor that gleamed even in darkness. What the magus girl now looked upon was something that epitomized what a Heroic Spirit should be. A hero of the past, a shining figure who stood among many as a mighty warrior who accomplished so much.

"I am your Master," she replied. That was important. Sealing the contract. She approached her new Servant, a grin playing across her face. Her already-high levels of confidence were swelling even further. "And I think we have a brilliant chance of winning this war, Lancer."

The Mage Association would triumph here. There was no doubt in Fio's mind she'd grasp victory for them, now. This was, to the Magus Hunter, an unquestionable truth.

[User]
Izisviel von Einzbern

Her first thought about the summoned Saber was that she was somewhat... disappointing. Of all the things that the Einzbern homunculus had been expecting, a woman shorter than she was for Saber had been somewhat unexpected. The Servant's armament was reassuring: armour beyond the normal quality of a samurai and blades to match. Combined with the necessity for a Heroic Spirit to be someone of amazing renown and Saber being the strongest class, appearances were deceiving.

"I am, Saber, and the three behind me are our assistants in this war," Izisviel stated, gesturing to the only thing in the otherwise empty basement that could possibly be referred to in such terms. A few short instructions were issued--even if Servants didn't need to eat or sleep, there were certain levels of propriety that had firmly engraved themselves in her mind over the pass years of idleness. Preparing a (probably useless) room would keep Cinquefoil out of trouble, whilst Lotus could make them some tea, and perhaps some food.

The Einzbern headed towards the stairs, grasping her implements, "Given how previous wars have turned out for my family, I believe that we should discuss our tactics before fighting, this time."

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Servant Archer

Archer found being summoned into a forest remarkably appropriate, and took in the glade and the still night air without paying heed to their Master, for a moment. So much was similar, in its way... yet it was obviously different from the one that drew out her memories. At least they had been summoned into a rural area rather than some urban sprawl... that would have been a vast nuisance.

The androgynous redhead turned their attention to their Master in the end, tipping the green hat and meeting their Master's blue eyes with green and a cheerful grin, "I suppose I'm lucky to have such a beautiful Master, if that is indeed what you are? I am your Servant, Archer, and my skills of all kinds are at your disposal."

[Assistant]
Saber

Saber's eyes traveled from her master, to the trio of maids, as they proceeded to follow their swift orders. Excellent. While she did not require what had been asked for, her Master seemed highly in control of the situation. This was someone that the woman could feel pride in serving. Politely, she bowed, feeling that her Master certainly deserved the courtesy, before approaching the taller girl. This was, naturally, an important juncture. She would need to learn what her Master desired and how to fulfill this purpose as thoroughly as she could. After all, it was the entire reason she so strongly desired to be summoned. Saber's one wish was to serve a Master with honor and dignity.

"I am pleased that you wish to discuss tactics before jumping into anything like a complete fool," she began, "I do not know if I could tolerate being summoned by an imbecile whose only plan was to charge mindlessly into battle and lose their lives in an utterly undignified manner. Honor is not idiocy."

It was a frank expression of Saber's opinion on the matter, something she fully desired to clarify before she began to get into anything else. "... In addition, may I please be told your name?"


[System]
"You aren't on my clock, I'm on your clock. So maybe you should make the most of it."

Physical Description
Dorothy stands at an average 5'6" with a muscled body from intense training...though those muscles are hidden under a slight chubby layer thanks to her fatty diet. At first glance she has more of a mother's frame than an athlete's yet she gets by. She has pale skin, dark hair, huge doe eyes and a naturally unpleasant expression. On her back is a tattoo of a unicorn under a moon.

Psyche
She has a paranoid, depressive and distrusting personality, some parts of which are rational and some that are not. Very jumpy, she purposefully positions herself in places that serve as decent vantage points. Hoping nobody will sneak up behind. When in an area she considers safe, she can enter such an intense trance-state of focus or daydreaming that it's hard to knock her out of it. When on the job, her paranoia is more of a hazard than anything, so she relies on sheer adrenaline highs to get through tough nights. The adrenaline she pumps herself up with (whether through willpower or straight up drugs) can send her to a zen-like euphoria...The crashes afterwords are often another story.

Motivation
With a wild imagination, Dorothy has always gone in search of adventure that "unlocks secrets." She has read up on many conspiracy theories but doesn't believe in trusting any without seeing with her own eyes. Seeing with her own eyes may grant some "wisdom"...almost as if her career itself is just a game to entertain her. Also working official business is more legal than the work she did for who knows how many of her previous clients. Can't go on her edgy adventures if she's dead or behind bars.

Relations
For NPCs and PCs, if you don't know anyone then don't bother filling this out - yet.

Personal History
Born in a trailer park, raised in a mental institution, and graduated from a tech college to go on to see if her britches were big enough for freelance detective work.

Dorothy's childhood is a mess of abuse and fractured relationships nobody, especially her, wants to talk about. She spent her young years trying to kill herself or coming close to killing herself in dangerous stunts just for the rush of being on the edge. But the psychiatry industry set her straight-- for a while --with meds and vocational training.

Motivated to be a better person, she finished a degree in law enforcement only to fizzle what chances she was given in DPD on a street-born adrenaline drug designed to go above and beyond medical applications. To support her habit she worked minimum wage before an idea struck, inspiring her to go clean: She spends a lot of time keeping in shape and with her relative skills in personal/cyber anonymity-- she could promote herself as a freelance detective! The field was extremely competitive, cannibalistic, these days, but she could do it if she tried. Right?

At first it didn't go so well. She could do a job but no better result than anyone else. After a few months she couldn't take the rejection and went back to her adrenaline junkie self. Worse, she splurged on a questionable cybernetic augment improving agility. On a good night, you could say she was more of a nimble spy than detective. Using her agility, she prefers to hide and overhear the information she needs than confront anyone directly. After she got what she needed, she leapt and bound away on the tips of her toes, before reporting her findings to clients. Maybe the only reason she was considered a detective is because the word spy has a very different and illegal connotation. Not that she background checked any client for such illegal leanings, in her opinion any adventure is bound to grant wisdom.

She worked as a "detective" for a range of clients for two years now. In this period she's experienced everything from attempts on her life to gang recruiting techniques and it's made her paranoid. A little twitchy. Going on a stealthy adventure for any client is great...but only if they don't kill you when you report back! Her ability to slip away can only go so far so many times. Now the opportunity to work for a clearly official delegation is a welcome break from all the shady deals.

Getting in wasn't easy- she had to let DPD know about both her failed history as an officer and her unofficial detective work. It was her potential alone saving her from the slush pile of applications. But this time it's clear who will pay her check. Besides, working for the Mayor's cause may take a few legality targets off her back for the time being.

Equipment
- Standard issue DPD, protective vest
- Scoped laser type handgun
- Black clothes, hooded jacket
- Pockets on holster containing an address book (codes), disposable drives, and adrenaline drug injections disguised as pens
- Disposable communicator
- Cybernetic Augment : Agility based, allowing for high speed running and jumping higher/longer distances

Anything else?
Her apartment contains nothing but a fat orange tomcat, junk food, bed and computer...all incriminating dealings with clients are contained on the disposable drives. When she used to take clients as a detective, she advertised herself on anonymous online servers and by hanging out in a coffee shop to see if anyone approached. Out of fear for being followed, she picks the coffee shop furthest from her actual apartment and always takes roundabout ways to get home.

[User]
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Character Name: Paige Liu

Location: Meeting Room
Interacting With: Dorothy Wiesse

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Collie

Paige looks at Dorothy in an annoyed way. She would be nicer to her but the crippling phone call before work has sapped any tolerance Paige has for quirks. At the same time, she clearly sees Dorothy as a good distraction from her issues so the rudeness is quickly dissipated. "Good Morning Wiesse. I apologize for my rudeness, I normally am a polite person I just received bad news." She says to Dorothy as she offers one of her cootie catchers as an olive branch. "Any idea why we're called in?" Paige inquires as she pulls out a notebook she took from her desk and is ready to take notes.

Paige also looks over Dorothy's hands notably, looking for a wedding ring. If she's married her husband might have some leads for a guy for me. She thinks. Paige turns to her superiors smiling coquettishly. "Shall we wait for the others or can we get on this case and the others can handle another one?" She queries. "If it's the latter I'm ready Sir."

[Assistant]
Tyrell's eyes lit up when people actually started pouring into the room, he checked his datapad and checked off the people present. He was only missing a few but the team that was present was enough to start with. Violently removing the cups from his desk, he looks up to the people who were actually present. "Alright well, I guess I can start the briefing." He says getting up, the others around him seem to be snapping to attention finally. "I'm Lieutenant Tyrell, you've all been called to be apart of a new temporary taskforce. As you could see maybe, the city is going to shit. End of times cults, a resurgence in gangs and anarchy in some places. We've lost contact with the north, the communications up there is spotty."

He sighs rubbing his temples, he then gets up and toggles on the holoprojector in the middle of the floor. It shows a holographic vignette of intense fighting from the southern district. "National Guard are swamped in the shit down on the south side, as you can see the battle isn't getting any better. It's a stalemate, you'd think the Feds would show up and fix this. You thought wrong if you're sitting here, but that's what it is. North and South are our biggest issues, for the Mayor at least - for us. Regardless, what you should focus on is making contact with both districts. That's what I suggest, but if you want to handle it someway else I'm not here to hold your hand."

Tyrell takes a sip of his coffee once more, the bland generic cup reaching his lips before he turned to his co-workers. "Not much else I know, you're boots on the ground and you'll tell us what the what for is in this hell-show. Before I turn you loose, I'll introduce you to the rest of the staff." He points to the geeky looking techie "Detective Fields, she will manage the tech and comms for the operation." Fields give a small, lazy wave to the officers. Tyrell jerks a thumb to the Doctor "The Doctor - Doctor Michaels. He will be monitoring you physically and mentally, any severe signs of trauma and we'll pull you or maybe you'll go upstate to the cyber psycho's ward." The old Lieutenant looks over to where Moore would be sitting "Moore, well I don't know where he is. I'll be here as well for questions and to provide general logistics. If there are any questions ask them now, if not we'll move on."

[User]
Lightning strike! A woman just caught her eye, with a bit of an intimidating glare. Beautiful face, this one, something unique in the features, dark eyes and hair. But no time to start blushing like at an all-girl's ward. Dorthy bolted upright in the chair ready to apologize and try to sit still, setting down the phone gently.

"Good Morning Wiesse. I apologize for my rudeness, I normally am a polite person I just received bad news."

She gave her a bit of a side look, odd, someone's mood changing so quickly. Not that Dorthy was any better but she wouldn't admit to it. With some hesitation, she smiled and accepted the cootie catcher. Tips of her fingers twitching, she slowly played with it, reading as if expecting a threat, a bomb or for it to jump at her. "...T-thank you, that's fine," she mumbled.

The woman, Paige, inquired about the nature of the meeting. She shook her head no, her own skin crawling with curiosity. Noticing Paige's notebook, she turned on her phone's recording option. Reliance on digital data over printed could prove to be a setback, yet it was no doubt more reliable than her own distracted mind at taking notes.

Tyrell, the bearded Lieutenant, commanded attention. She spun to face him, arms folded but leg beneath the table tapping quietly with a tremor.

When he spoke of and displayed what she had suspected of the city, at once she could be seen shrinking back in her chair and nodding with familiarity. As he described the requirements, she found herself growing more distant. Then he paused for questions.

Good idea to embarrass herself now than to do something wrong on the job. There wasn't supposed to be hand holding...there also wasn't supposed to be a baby rookie whose previous work could be described most politely as 'random shit.' She had an idea of what he meant, but wanted to head off behavior frowned upon ahead of time. "Sir," she paused, looking down, then "When making contact with targets, are we allowed to communicate with citizen, private and official delegations? Must we disclose our intentions before each interaction?"

Yeah, more than a little of her old personal agent way of doing business was leaking through, and she knew how much she had been warned not to take illegal routes from now on. Still she felt it pertinent, trying to look straight at him with an agreeable face.

[Assistant]
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Character Name: Paige Liu

Location: Meeting Room then Lobby
Interacting With: Dorothy Wiesse every so slightly

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Paige takes notes on the perp. This is making her skin crawl and she audibly dry heaves. She suddenly jumps up "I'm sorry." She says as she jogs out of the room patting Dorothy on the head ever so slightly. She stays in the lobby just outside the meeting room. Why is this shaking me all of a sudden? She asks herself. It's not like I can get knocked up and have a kid to protect when all this fighting is happening.. She tries to breathe and slowly gets back into the meeting.

"I am so sorry dear Sir. I just, have had a stressful day." Paige says knowing it's a shitty excuse. "I just need someone I can rely upon. This is clearly an escalation of something. I don't want to charge forward unless needed." She looks at Dorothy sheepishly. Then back at her superior realizing her charming smile won't win back her dignity.


[System]
Age:
20

Gender:
Female

Race:
Mundane

Tale:
N/A

Appearance:
Standing at a tall five foot eight, Elizabeth exudes an air of nobility and sophistication. Elizabeth sports blond hair, with dull green eyes with a pale complexion. Dressed in fine clothes, a generally well kept appearance and otherwise appears of a well to do upbringing. Generally speaking, she is not used to physical activity and her build easily indicates as such.

Powers/Skills:

* Perception
 A skill learned from always keeping an eye out for both liars and those who would give her the bad end of a deal. Elizabeth is fairly perceptive of most things. Couple this with a silver tongue she can often diffuse most situations without the need for violence and make sure she's not being fooled.
* Nobility
 Less of a skill and more of a position of birth, Elizabeth knows people in power, and how to go around contacting or otherwise moving along the courts of the wealthy in the city.
* Academics
 Receiving a fairly good education, Elizabeth is at least above average in terms of mathematics, sciences, and other such things.

Personality:
Generally unpleasant.

Prideful and hedonistic, to put bluntly. She thinks very highly of both herself and her abilities, and really, really, really, doesn't like it when such things are called into question. She doesn't like mingling with commoners, though is not averse to it if a necessity. She has to in business, after all. Even still though it's her way or no way at all. She has difficulty working for other people, often criticizing and thinking she knows what's best - doesn't help she usually has the smarts to back up such behavior. Being from a wealthy merchant noble family she received quite the good education.

That said, she is incredibly good at talking her way out of things and usually getting others to agree with her, knowing how to use words to her favor which can make her seem less unpleasant than she really is. She dislikes being jerked around, and not getting her way.

History:
The only child of the wealthy Keeler family, Elizabeth has led a life full of opulence and money. Always getting what she wants, so long as she behaved and did well in her studies. An old merchant family that has existed for quite awhile, they are ingrained in the very roots of Ravenport. Elizabeth's personal history isn't much to note. She was raised much like every other child, if spoiled due to her families wealth. When she was old enough to start getting into trouble as one might expect. A few scandals here in there regarding the young Keeler. Staying out late, perhaps an affair or two. Seen spending on some...questionable substances.

That was, at least until a few years ago when the question of her taking over the family businesses came into question.

Her father refused.

She was absolutely livid, as one might expect. 'Immature' 'Child' and 'brat' were some of the more pleasant names he used in the discussion. He gave her a single condition that could potentially change his mind - find work elsewhere and straighten up a bit. She couldn't get work in any other well off area, her father made it clear that if she used her connections to get a cushy job she'd be disowned. So after a bit of asking around, she finds herself in front of Wolf's Den Agency.

[User]
~Elizabeth~

Squelch

"Ugh, filthy..."

Pulling her boot out of the muddy puddle, Elizabeth gave a small grimace. The dreary day outside was no consequence. The city of Ravenport was always like this. The coast it was built on seemed to always have near constant rain. There was an odd calmness to it, really, and if she was doing anything other than walking through it, she was quite sure she'd be relaxing to the sound of rain on the window with some tea. What was of consequence however, was that she was walking. Walking. With just an admittedly well made cloak to protect her from the rain. Pathetic that's what that was. If anyone from her old life saw her, she'd be a laughing stock.

"Working at some shady detective agency no less..." The noblewoman muttered quietly. Had she a choice, she'd be doing anything but this. She wasn't someone who should have too. Chase down criminals, crawl through mud and muck to reach a goal. No, that was what her maids, attendants, and subordinates were for. Or at least, they would have, had she any left. At least what she was being told to do was somewhat easy and up her alley. She was nothing, if not studious about her objectives and goals. She read the files backwards, forwards, and asked Rolfe about the temperaments of each people involved to get a general idea of their attitudes.

She did not have confidence this could be resolved quickly and cleanly after what she had been told, that much was certain.

By now, Elizabeth had reached the waterfront, stopping for a moment on the docks to look out over the sea. Smelled like fish, and would otherwise be fairly picturesque in the melancholic gloomy way. Hm, perhaps when she had her titles and fortunes returned she'd commission a painting? Idle thought. Back on the task at hand. Making her way along the dock, eyeing one of her destinations in the distance. A ship by the name of the Bloated Barge. A rather detestable looking den of degenerates and lowlifes, also known as a tavern. An establishment she'd normally not be caught dead in. She'd head there after the Crabbyshack pub and getting the details from Merkle. As long as she kept a level head this should be easy enough to deal with some unruly plebs.

"Nothing you can't handle Eliza..." Finally reaching her destination, Elizabeth looked up at the sign hanging above the door. One of her 'colleagues' should be here soon, but she'd only wait for a few moments before heading inside and taking care of this herself.

[Assistant]
Gordon Edwards

Rain was like a way of reminding people that god cried too.

At least, that's how Gordon sometimes saw it, most of the time however, all he could see was pouring rain coming from the clouds above as constant reminder that life went on, and that he was glad he wore a trench coat.

The droplets of water would hit him, only to slide off like tiny waterfalls, as the wind occasionally swiped at his scarf. Wind was never really an issue in a city such as Ravenport, as even on windy days the buildings gave some cover from it. Windy days were chilly, at least that's what he had heard others complain. The only thing he could possibly complain about was his new position in the sketchy detective agency and the case file he'd been handed. Earlier that day, he'd been given his first assignment, an investigation into a possible act of sabotage over at a local pub. It was a place he'd been at least once before, though he hadn't been there long. Something about live sea creatures unsettled him, and although he had been hungry, he decided to skip lunch and left before he'd even heard the specials.

Tugging his hood slightly more over his head, the young man stepped over one of the larger puddles that had formed on the road, his boots hitting the wet cobblestone with muffled thuds. He was looking forward to the case, at least in some sense. From the look of Rolfe when he handed him the files, this kinda thing had happened before, he could tell that much even before he looked the two characters over. Neither one looked the type, but competition sometimes changed people, but for all he knew, it really could be just another stupid coincidence that Barker's seafood were dying.

He'd find out sooner or later, as he rounded a corner and out from the dark buildings of the main streets, his eyes landed on another figure, standing just outside the pub known as the 'Crabbyshack'. Crabby was right, the woman who ran it didn't sound to cheerful. Judging from the way they stood, and the fact that he knew he had a partner on this particular mission, Gordon lightly jogged towards the figure, his boots kicking up small splashes behind him.

Slowing to a stop before the figure, He nodded at them, as he pushed open the door to the better off tavern. Comparing the Crabbyshack to it's competitor, the Bloated Barge, there was honestly no real contest, though he wasn't fond of either. Stepping inside and throwing off his hood with one hand while leaving the door open with the other, he gestured for his college to follow, while running a quick once over of the one he'd be working with.

She seemed somewhat impatient, obviously not fond of rain, or being in such a place, not to mention, even under his cloak, she seemed to be of noble birth, not exactly someone he'd expect to see working such a job, but she was there, she was easy on the eyes, and she seemed to have an air of intelligence to her. Good, he'd been worried he'd be sent in with some mindless brute who ended up breaking everything.

"Sorry for the wait." His voice was sincere, though he meant it as more of a formality then anything.

[User]
~ℌ𝔞𝔯𝔢~

Location: Ravenport Central Square

Mission: Cat Herding

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Harry gripped the small bottle tied about his neck. It contained several ingredients including herbs and a tiny tuft of his fur. A service provided by a witch for a price. For the mundanes, the bottle necklace appeared to be a plain trinket. No worth or significance to its purpose, other than his personal attachment. The actual truth was that it was the only thing allowing him to walk around without a lynching mob hot on his white cottontail.

He had been worried all day about his glamour failing. When he originally bought the thing, he felt the price was far too cheap for the quality. Even for the bare minimum requirements, the more you had to change then the pricier it got.

Most the time he could make do. A bit of his voice behind a corner, dash underneath the furniture or out of sight had saved him lots on needing a glamour. However, he couldn't interact directly without one.

At the thought, Harry ran his fingers through his light brown hair. The locks unfurled then fell to frame his face's soft curves. This glamour failed to hide everything from his original form though. His figure was still considered rather short for a human and pretty lanky. The face was cleanly shaven for a youthful appearance, but his two front teeth stuck too far past his lip. He tried not to look at anyone for too long because he knew his eyes were a bit too golden causing his anxiety to rise. He couldn't risk Basil and Rolfe deciding he was too much of a liability to their business before deciding to let him go.

Idly he continued to hold the trinket for a few more moments before he shoved it underneath his shirt, hiding it from sight. Harry swallowed a tightness at the back of his throat as his right foot thumped the dirt. A bunch of time had passed now, but no sign of any fellow co-workers. His ears swayed about alongside his eyes, both sight and hearing were surveying the scenery.

When he received the case, Harry thought it was some sort of cruel joke. A hare chasing cats was not likely to go over well.

He doubted the glamour would cover his scent and the feline fiends might start chasing him instead. That's when all bets were off. Cats liked to play with their prey and that fact disgusted him, his lip curled up with a twitch.

"Where the hell are you?" Harry muttered.

[Assistant]
~Elizabeth~
Location: CrabbyShack
Sabotage investigation

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At least she didn't have to wait long for her colleague. A man, slightly older than her and more than a little rough around the edges was running towards her. Not fond of the rain, was he? Should probably move somewhere else in that case, but she spared little thoughts on such a matter. He probably though she wasn't cut out for this job, and likely expected someone such as herself not to be working on something so mundane. It was easy to tell she wasn't a common rabble. A pleb, a merchant or a slum dweller. Well, she'd just prove this man wrong.

"No matter," She said, stepping inside the so called tavern. At least he had the proper manners to hold the door open for her. "Just be sure to be faster next time." Immediately her nose was assaulted by an unpleasant odor, causing her to grimace and scrunch her face slightly. Ugh. Smelled of fish, wasted life and sweat. Definitely a place where dockworkers and laborers would hang out. Sharply exhaling, she brushed her nose with her hand, doing her best not to appear too put off. Didn't want to make an unpleasant impression on madam Merkle.

"Elizabeth Keeler." She said to Gordon, boots dully thudding against the floor as she walked. "In case you forgot. Lets make one thing clear before we start this. I don't want to be here, but due to certain circumstances I am obligated to put forth my effort into this little detective agency." She turned to face her colleague, a bored expression clear on her features. "So I'm going to be calling the shots here, understand? I'm not going to have some uneducated commoner to muck things up for me."


[System]
TIKAANI APUT
Alias: N/A
Age: 18
Gender: Male

Personality:
● Chatty ● Attention Seeker
● Bubbly ● Optimistic
● Boisterous ● Unfocused
● Impulsive ● Easygoing

Background:Tikaani was born in the South Pole, a member of the Southern Water Tribe. Tikaani's father was a warrior, and died in battle when the boy was very young. Thus, the boy has little to no memories of him. All he knows about his father are some photographs his mother had, as well as things his mother told him. For the majority of his life, it was only Tikaani and his mother, and Tikanni was responsible for a lot of household things while his mother worked as a healer in the village. Primariy fishing, and cooking meals. He would go out on boat rides with his uncle on his mother's side to catch fish, and diving for sea prunes and fresh seaweed. His uncle also taught him how to navigate and steer a boat, because Water Tribesman should be able to navigate the seas. His mother however was the one that taught him to cook. The boy really liked to eat, and she felt it best that he learn to make his own meals sometimes. His cheerful and upbeat persona made Tikaani popular with his peers. He found it very easy to make friends with people. In between his chores, he made time to play with the other younger children in the village, whom he thought of as siblings. He particularly enjoyed going Penguin Sledding with them, although he was often the one who had to make sure the other kids didn't hurt the otter penguins.

While he was happy at home, Tikaani has always wanted to leave his small settlement in the South Pole, see the rest of the world, and potentially have a cool adventure. Mainly because he got bored with the day-to-day routine at home. Tikaani finally found some excitement in his life when he learned he was a Waterbender at the age of 12. He found out while he was watching his mother bend, and imitating her movements for fun. Obviously, he didn't have much control of it at that time, and the end result was Tikaani getting wet. After that, he trained with Waterbending masters in the tribe, as well as his own mother to hone his skill. Surprisingly, Tikaani took to bending rather quickly. Even though the masters didn't particularly care when the boy referred to it as 'cool water magic.' His boundless joy and enthusiasm overwhelmed a lot of the people who tried to teach him. He got bored with studying and often just wanted to play. The ones who actually mananged to hold his interest were his mother, and Nukka, the Chief of the southern tribe. He learned a lot during his lessons and became a skilled Waterbender.

At 14 years was the age when a boy takes part in the Southern Water tribe rite of passage of ice dodging. This was usually something a boy did with his father, but Tikaani's father was dead. Fortunately, there was a reason why his uncle taught him to sail a boat when he was younger. He took Tikaani out to sea, and had to guide the boat through iceberg infested waters. It was difficult but Tikaani managed to do it, and he earned himself a Mark of the Trusted on his forehead for proving to be exceptionally steady and dependable.

When he turned 18, Tikaani decided that he learned all he could in his small village. He wanted to leave the South Pole, see the rest of the world. He did after all know how to sail and could Waterbend like no one's business. His mother was hesitant to let her only child go off into the world all by himself. After all she did lose her husband, and couldn't live with herself if she lost her son too. She had to be convinced to let him go. Both by her brother and Chief Nukka. She was the one who gave Tikaani his membership into The Order of the White Lotus. This way, Tikaani could travel and see the rest of the world, but he would have an organization to keep him safe. His mother was put at ease by this. So, reluctantly, and with a tearful good-bye, she let her son go. Tikaani promised his mother he would return someday.

[User]
Ayuka got on Yuya in stunned silence. How had she not recognized her leader when she first saw him?! Just what did that reflect on her? She took a silent deep breath. Just, had to prove herself a worthy member on the team. Or at least, more worthy than the puppy-peacock they had on their hands. What had his name been again? Tikaani Aput? Her leader, Haoran Li, at least seemed to have not taken any offense. Even seemed, kind of friendly as they rode on. Though, of course that could change on the field...

After Brother Bik said his piece, she inclined her head. "As will I. I know fire nation lands. I can assist that way in our search. What places in particular have been rumored to contain the Avatar?"

[Assistant]
Once the group was assmbled, the group boarded the Bison, and away they went. Tikaani looked over the edge, and appreciated the view from how high up they were. He threw his arms up in the air. "WAHOO! This is so much fun!" He looked towards the others in his group. They didn't appear to be as excited about flying on a real life flying bison as he was. They were having a discussion amongst themselves.

"Yes yes. We'll find the Avatar. All will be well." Tikaani added. "I'm a Waterbending extraordinaire! I capable of pulling my own weight." He made some movements with his arms, and produced a small stream of water from the clouds. They were just water and air after all. "See? Nothing to worry about." He made more arm movements and swirled the water around himself. Then, he smirked, stuck out his arm. And splashed the Fire Nation girl with the water he was bending. "Oh my gosh! I am so sorry!" He said, feigning surprise. "Although, you looked like you needed to chill a little anyway!" The Water Tribesman giggled.

"Anyway, can we talk about the fact that we're actually on a flying bison having the adventure of a lifetime?" Tikaani's eyes went wide. "Just look at the view from up here!"

[User]
Even though it wasn't shown on her face, Hinra was very much this close to soiling her clothes. Like some of her peers, it was also her first time riding a flying bison. She closed her eyes and breathed in the fresh air to calm her nerves as she felt her heart beating so fast, she felt like it was about to burst out of her chest. She wanted to scream her heart out but she couldn't, not when she was with company.

She was so wrapped up in her fear that she almost forgot that she was not alone on Yuya if her group didn't speak up. Hinra never met any of these people prior to their assembly so she was also curious as to what they were like. She opened her eyes just as Hao, an Airbender and their de-facto leader, spoke about his feelings and thoughts to the whole group. He seemed to look like the typical leader: serious and steadfast with a aura of kindness surrounding him. He's probably the most reasonable one among all of them.

Bik looked like the enlightened type, one who's always spewing out words of wisdom to his peers whether he was asked about it or not. He probably meant it with good intentions and besides, he gave off an 'approachable mentor' type of vibe. There were Ayuka who was more of a serious type and Tikaani who was the goofy, go-with-the-flow type of person. They were complete opposites of each other and Hinra feared that this would not bode well for their group.

Case in point: Tikaani used his waterbending and accidentally made Ayuka wet. Hinra just rolled her eyes and sighed as she proceeded to get a dry towel for Ayuka to use, putting it on her lap while secretly hoping they wouldn't notice her shaky hands before the young non-bending woman spoke, while also hoping they won't sense the fear in her voice. "I may not be a bender like the rest of you but I assure you that I will not be a burden in our group. I will also help in any way I can so you can all count on it." Hinra said before closing her eyes to calm her nerves again which seemed to the group that she was meditating.

[Assistant]
Easing into his team atop of Yuya was a transition in itself. They were even more colorful than he imagined. Acknowledging his team, Hao replied to Ayuka's question. "Shu Jing is our first stop, otherwise the rumors are spreading like wildfire throughout the Fire Nation. Nothing is concrete as of yet."

As he finished answering her question, the young waterbender began showing off his skills, conjuring a stream of water and splashing the girl. "Oh great," Haoran thought to himself, but as quickly as the situation started, the quiet Hinra chimed in assisting in diffusing the situation with a bit of kindness.

"You're a member of the White Lotus for a reason." The young commander said, reassuring the girl. "I trust you're skills are just as sharp as ours, bender or not."

[User]
Ayuka took the towel with a quick "Thanks." Then used that and a bit of warming of the air to dry herself off while she glared at Tikaani. If he thought he was going to get away with this, he had another thing coming. This meant war. But how to best respond? Without seeming that unprofessional? She really didn't want her new leader to think any less of her.

She focused her attention back on Haoran, prepared for whatever he'd next say while keeping Tikaani in the corner of her eye and giving the towel back to, what was her name...that's right, Hinra! Then as she focused on Haoran, hands behind her, she heated up a puff of air without it turning to flame and sent it towards Tikaani's stupid face.

[Assistant]
Hinra looked at their leader. She imagined his age won't be that far off hers yet he spoke more maturely than her. Then again, Brother Bik spoke like a very mature and educated man too. She was sure her peers have accomplished more things than her at their age. She forgot about her fear of heights for a second when she thought more of the differences between them. Perhaps she should have heeded her parents' request to go out and explore the world when she was younger. Would she have turn out to be a different person than she was now if did that?

"Thank you for your kind words and for putting your trust in me. I promise that I won't let you all down." She said to him before nodding in respect to her peers, getting the towel back from Ayuka once she's done. Hinra gulped down her fear when she remembered they were still high up in the air as Ayuka blew hot air at Tikaani's face. "Hmmm... Now that I think about it, you all have shown what kind of bending you do. It's only natural for me to share what I can do too."

Hinra looked down at her open palm before closing it to form a fist. "My people were not born with the ability to control the elements like you all. Because of that, we needed to seek other ways of honing our skills to defend ourselves when danger came. We needed to be creative in order to survive." Hinra then looked up at her peers. "Simply put, I can do what is called 'chi blocking'. I can strike certain points to make a part of the body or the whole body paralyzed. I can also block certain chi paths in the bender's body to make them unable to bend for a time. I can make them move again and regain the flow of their chi too."

She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. "So yeah, that is what I can do. I also know how to cook too so there's that." Hinra said, realizing she had said more words to people other than her family more than what she intended to, making her blush a bit and look at the horizon. If her parents were here, they will be very proud of their daughter finally opening up to others nad making friends, one step at a time.

[User]
Brother Bik

Seung Bik smiled and bowed to Haoran from where he sat, "We shall endeavour to not let you down Brother Li. We all bring something interesting to the table one could say. We are White Lotus it's true. And our range of Bending will triumph I'm sure." He bows his head to Haoran Li respectfully.

He looks up in time to see their Waterbender Tikaani splashed their Firebender Ayuka. He chuckled, "And thus it begins." He chuckled a little more and turned to study the Sky bison somemore.

But Hinra caught his attention. And upon revealing her talents. Bik had quite suddenly scuttled forward, "Wait, Sister Hinra are you saying what I think you are saying?" He looked at her, "You're a Chi Blocker?" Seung has the biggest grin on his face, "A real Chi Blocker, I can honestly admit and with great humility, that I have not yet had the chance to meet one of your folk. I've read much of you. In the journals and stories from Avatar Aang and Avatar Korra's times of course, but to actually meet one." He pulled back realizing he's gone into utter fanboy-scholar mode, "Ah your pardon. Perhaps while we're out here we can discuss your abilities? To add some more first hand knowledge on the Chi Blockers, and maybe experiment how your skill work first hand, yes I indeed mean you can smack me around abit. I hope you will grant me the honor of chronicling you and your abilities some Sister Hinra." He bows to her respectfully.

[Assistant]
Tikaani suddnly felt a puff of hot air hit his face. That could have only come from one person. He wasn't upset about it though. Tikaani simply giggled to himself. He had expected her to yell at him in front of everybody, and just make everything awkward. The fire girl had a sense of humor after all. That was good. Travelling with a stick in the mud was no fun.

Hinra revealed she was a chi blocker, and Tikaani's eyes went wide. "You're a chi blocker? Remind me not to get on your bad side. He was more interested in the fact that she could cook too. Tikaani loved food. "Ooh, I can cook too. Although... I'll admit, Water tribe cuisine isn't for everybody. Not everyone appreciates a good two headed fish soup the way I do!"