[System]
G E N I

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

17

G E N D E R

Male

R A C E

Lion Faunas

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C O M B A T I N F O

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

S P E C I A L T Y

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

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

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

C O L O R

Gray

E M B L E M

A black and white striding lion.

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R É S U M É

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

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

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

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

[User]
Being picked out for the last fight in Grimm studies, Diamond took it as a warm up for the PE to follow. The raptor like creature looked dangerous, but she observed one other thing on top of what the grimm's weaknesses were: The professor was going easy on them. First an inexperienced wendigo, a cub that would succumb to anger too easily. Then a sitting bull without it's pack. A broodling without an Ariadne. She figured it was a safe bet the Itzamna would be out of it's element too.

After letting it go on the offensive for a little while, she noticed the weakspot was the creature's back, it's tail too massive to react in time and forearms too short to block her blow. Using her semblance to first gain an altitude advantage, she quickly molded her shadow into the shape of a good ol' baseball bat and knocked the monster out with a single blow, theatrically gifting it back to the Professor to use in another class. Never let it be said she wasn't efficient.

She was wondering about the PE class. It seemed like the best pick of those offered to her, but she hoped it wouldn't be all ball games. She'd rather weights or even better martial arts were involved. Stopping by in the dorm to pick up a more proper attire than a coat and heels, she headed for the changing room next to the gym. She chose simple black shorts and a sleeveless crop top that revealed maybe a tad more than she liked, but it was easiest to move around. And something to reveal there was. What the coat and bell pants managed to hide perfectly was a fairly well trained figure gained by years climbing ledges, jumping rooftops, or killing her time with a punching bag.

Finishing up by putting on a pair of sneakers, she strolled into the gym. Nodding a hello to the only student inside, one she didn't remember from the previous class, she went to do her warm ups. She notices she should ahve tied her ponytail into a bun, as it started swinging wildly around in a flurry of red.

[Assistant]
Sapphire Rode - Armoury ==> Physical Education
Professor Chatsworth didn't make any more comment on Sapphire's excuse for why she'd not returned to class on time. Sapphire decided to take this as a sign that he believed her, regardless if he didn't he wasn't planning on busting her this moment.

Sapphire spent the rest of class sketching out ideas for a handheld clamp that could secure itself to a wall in a tenth of a second and detach just as quickly. It also needed to fit in the palm of her hand as well as being able to support two hundreds pounds, to be on the safe side and any sort of shock force that might be applies to it without falling off the wall.

As the bell rang Oswald, her opponent from Combat class approached her laughing about how she'd seen his semblance before there rematch. Sapphire had taken note of the way he'd vanished and reappeared in the middle of the conflict that had seized the class. Of course seeing a semblance and understanding it were too very different things. "My first instinct would have been to call it teleportation, but that is skill useful in close combat yet you didn't use it so it must be something different. You relocated too fast for it to be invisibility. That of course leaves augmented speed. There something special about it though, if you could move that fast in normal action you would have kicked my ass at the sparring matches. No my guess is... what? It allows you to cover long distances very quickly but its got some sort of minimum distance so using it close up is useless right? Well how'd I do?"

As she spoke Sapphire was packing up her sketchbook as well as her weapons in preparation for the next class, she was pretty sure she'd enlisted in Physical Education. Survival hadn't really held any appeal for her and it wasn't like she really needed Practice. Sapphire just hoped that it wouldn't just be work outs every class. While she didn't mind a bit of muscle building every now and again too much wasn't good for her. A lot of muscles meant that reflexes would be lowered just having to use it all. Her arms and legs despite being more powerful wouldn't move as quickly. On the whole she was hoping that PE would involve some unarmed combat, or perhaps parkour.

Sapphire didn't give much thought to what Oswald would think of her walking out of a conversation but she found herself not thinking it over too much. "I gotta get to class Oswald, see you later." She walked out the door.

Sapphire's current attire wasn't really suited to gym class. It was flashy and functional during a fight but for PE shouldn't want something that was a little looser. She stopped by her dorm room grabbing a set of gym appropriate clothing before using the girl's locker room to change. She came out wearing comfy running shoes, a pair of skin tight sweats and a tank top that showed off her figure. Not that she was trying, they were just the most function exercise wear she'd brought with her. The only thing from her normal outfit that Sapphire kept wearing was the green bandanna around her neck and the white gloves that hid the scars on her arms.

The overall effect was a less severely looking Sapphire somewhat lacking in her natural effect to make someone think she wanted them dead if they looked at her. Of course she still had a scathing glare on her face but otherwise she looked like a totally different girl as she started a pre workout set of Sun Salutations her coach had taught her, modified to reduce pressure on her damaged rib.

[User]
Amy Desire, PE: Fortunately, there was enough time between Armory and PE for Amy to change. Still not enough to go by her dorm, but enough to grab her gym clothes out of her locker, hurtle into a bathroom stall, and change quickly. Out of the cutoff jeans and into athletic shorts. To be honest, didn't make that much of a difference in how much of her was covered, but it had other benefits. Not the least of which was looking halfway normal.

Well, as normal as any half-Faunus that looked like Amy in exercise clothes could look.

Speaking of a lack of normalcy... Amy recognized that flurry of red hair. And quite a lot of the rest of that woman.

"Diamond Frost. Imagine... seeing you here." The glance that went once over her entire body was almost imperceptible.

[Assistant]
Aurellius Bellum - PE

Aurellius was very saddened at the fact that the Standing Bull's horn had evaporated, leaving him with burning muscles and a ruined pride. Well, his pride wasn't ruined in the slightest, but it was still kind of depressing how his trophy was gone. He had gone so far as to harm his system to get something out of it, but to have said prize just dissipate wasn't what he had aimed for. The muscles in his armed ached a fair bit, he suspected a bit of ripping, but it really didn't matter. The pain always went away.

After finishing watching Diamond beat the shit out of a velociraptor, Aurellius stood up from his cross legged seat on the grass like most of the people when the bell rung loudly. With a thumbs up to Diamond as he left, he sighed as he rounded a corner. Aurellius had noticed the few looks given to him when he surprised them with his semblance. He could've easily killed the bull with a stream of lead, but of course, he had to take it the theatrical way.

Not that he didn't like that way, it was certainly a better way than nothing, but man did his arms hurt.

It took Aurellius around five minutes to get changed in preparation for Physical Education. He settled for a light blue on grey jogging suit, stowing away Ascalon on his way there. The clothing of course was made of very fine material. On arrival to PE, he noticed Diamond had gotten there first, along with a few he only slightly recognized.

Not hiding his lucrative stares at the womanfolk, he spoke up. "Top of the morning to you ladies and gents. I hadn't thought PE would be Co-Ed, but who am I to complain about the show?"


[System]
Age: 20

Gender: Male

Race: Human

Appearance: Standing at about 5'9" tall, Tiral has a fairly average build for his age, which is kind of strange considering how he's perpetually surrounded by the other Iron Rose Knights who seem to be much sturdier than he. His light brown hair is cut short, but has found a way of remaining a shaggy mess that barely avoids his eyes, even while he is wearing armor. More often than not, though, Tiral opts to avoid the usage of any large plate armor or metal armor, instead only wearing stronger equipment over his vitals and leaving the rest under regular leather garb. His sword will often times be sheathed at his side, ready for combat at a moment's notice.

Personality: Tiral is... Actually fairly deliberate for a knight, if not somewhat bored by the peace of everyday life. His journeys at a young age meant he was already able to experience life in the real world, and since then the dusty old libraries that the mages hold in such high regard have been... Well, fairly dull. This doesn't mean that he isn't devoted to his work, but rather that he does not wish to learn anything unless he finds it interesting. Even so, his patience when it comes to such things is unparalleled. Or maybe it's just the fact that he can slap some ice onto people's mouths when he's trying to focus. That too.

Brief Backstory: Having been orphaned a young age due to an illness that wiped out the rest of his village, Tiral was taken in by a priestess of Mayon who was moving with a group of travelers to bring aid to those in need. Though he was never explicitly religious, he greatly appreciated the efforts put forth to save his life, even then. As he grew up alongside these people, the priestess soon found that Tiral had an aptitude for magic. With a recommendation from her (and the goading of those around her), Tiral went off to the capital to further his studies of magic. Sadly, the monotonous life of a studying magician was not quite what the then-young boy had expected of magic.

It was then that he heard of the Iron Rose Knights, whose feats were oft recorded in the books he was forced to pore over. Deciding that the life of a knight was much more entertaining than the life of a magical scholar, Tiral packed up his things once more and went to join the order. Learning the sword came about as easily as magic did to him, but the combination of the two (and his somewhat strange insistence on learning both at once) made him particularly noteworthy among that year's recruits. Since then, Tiral has been honing his abilities, both magical and physical.

Equipment: Other than his rather 'unique' set of armor, Tiral wields a shortsword and a small ceremonial dagger. While the sword is standard-issue, the dagger is mainly used as a catalyst for some of Tiral's larger spells. It may be used as a glorified kitchen knife, but he'd probably never stand for that. More often than not, this dagger is tucked away in his shirt or under his breastplate, but it never leaves his person.

Skills: Contrary to many of his peers, Tiral has chosen not to solely specialize in the way of the blade; rather than just being proficient with his shortsword, Tiral is also proficient in the usage of magic in combat. This magic, focusing mainly on the manipulation on water and ice, has become particularly noteworthy for those who are particularly religious. He, quite frankly, just sees it as sort of a coincidence; his specialty being water does not mean that anything was pre-ordained by the gods.
Probably.

[User]
Sir Garrett

Sir Garrett eyed the two new individuals who had joined the battle. Things were getting out of hand and frankly. It felt an awful lot like they had been expected which was impossible really. Unless the nem had been on the inside. SIr Garrett highly doubted that as he eyed the two newcomers. Clearly conspirators to the assassination given that one of them had just spoken about the Nem's sister. With a smooth motion Sir Garrett dropped the mace he was holding and drew the flat bladed sword from his belt; launching himself across the distance between himself and assailant wielding a crossbow he dipped his frame low and moved at a surprising speed for his bulky frame.

With a bellow like thunder the Hill Knight brought his sword down cleaving for the crossbow wielder's weapon. It was an impractical weapon for fighting in such confined spaces. Once it was fired the wielder would be next to useless. Hopefully the shot missed or was leveled at someone else. Sir Garrett was a rather large target so it wasn't inconceivable that he would become the most obvious. Regardless the cramped space would work to his advantage as there was little room for the assailant to flee and Sir Garrett was much faster than he appeared without his bulky armor.

What does it feel like to fight like you were born to dear brother? You must enjoy feeling like one of your kin again.

Sir Garrett brushed off the voice. A remnant of a past that still clawed at him in the dark. It would not halt him. His blade would not falter as it flashed through the space between him and the crossbow wielder. The stroke was dead on to cut through the conspirators weapon.

[Assistant]
As Tyaethe ran, it seemed there were no other traps.

Until...

"MY ENEMIES BURN!"

A coffin tucked into the wall on the right side of the small, sprinting girl suddenly seemed to glow red and twist inwards on itself... before erupting like an ignited pot of oil into a ball of flames. In spite of the loudly-declared spell, it was the force rather then the flames that was the danger here. Either Tyaethe would dodge, or she'd be knocked across the room by the sheer force of the blast.

"BEHOLD THE CLEANSING FIRE, GIRL!" declared the voice. Soon enough, the assailant was revealed, a man in his forties with a thick beard, clad in a red robe. His eyes were wild, a ball of fire burning in the palm of one of his hands. "YES, FLAMES! THE FIRE OF DEATH AND REBIRTH! THIS KINGDOM WILL BURN! BUUUURN!"

Regardless of Tyaethe's action, his single-action spell activated and he let out a wave of flames from his palm. It seemed hard to believe someone this... loud was one of the six conspirators, but he was. Only two remained unaccounted for.

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For the crossbowman, a great deal of things happened at once. A beast of ice, a thrown statue, and an assault from one of the knights... He twisted out of the way, in an almost imhumanly fast motion. In fact, there was no way a human could accomplish such a move... He immediately sprang up, pushing off the wall with one foot to land himself behind his attackers, his crossbow loaded far too quickly. As he leveled it at the back of the knight who'd attacked him directly, it became clear that the hood had fallen back, revealing his face.

Beneath he was a handsome, clean-shaven young man, looking no older then his early twenties. His skin was almost bleached white, his eyes crimson, his hair dark... and his grin revealed fangs.

"Ah ah ah, did you think it was that easy?" the grinning vampire said, "Come on, show me something interesting this time."

He cocked his head to one side.

"After all, Alvor's doing a wonderful job of showing your Captain some Barukstaed hospitality, isn't he?"

Had... had the paladin killed two surrendering men...? There wasn't any time to bring that up now, though. Fanilly sprang back as the axe slammed into the ground before her. She swore she saw the stone break from the impact, but it was hard to tell. She had to keep moving. The man's strength was unquestionable, but his speed was not. Her advantage lay there, as she darted to the side to avoid another blow. The axe slammed into an undisturbed coffin, smashing the wood apart to reveal... nothing?

There was a necromancer here, but the coffin hadn't been touched in years... Well, there wasn't any time to focus on that!

It was around this moment that the paladin charged. While the blow would have been devastating, the armored man noticed too quickly, managing to quickly step out of the way, albeit barely.

Remembering the training her family had given her, and taking advantage of the man's distraction, Fanilly placed one foot firmly forward as the armored warrior raised his axe again. His arm, exposed and at a poor angle for deflection...! The edge of her sword bit into his flesh and drew blood. Alvor roared with anger at being so quickly injured, and Fanilly was swiftly brought to a realization that her attack had not been timed so well as she though.

An impact reverberated through her armor, a shock of pain up her back, as his arm slammed into her back. She tumbled and rolled across the ground with a yelp of pain, but drove one hand out to stop herself, her gauntlet scraping against stone and tossing up sparks.

Alvor was swiftly advancing on her, and the girl pushed through the pain(thank Mayon for the sturdiness of her armor) to throw herself from the path of his attack, his axe slamming down onto the ground where she had just been.

[User]
Tyaethe barely took note of the warping coffin: like everything else intended to stop the knights in this defiled tomb, she had no intention of pausing to deal with it. She could just run past whatever was going on and reach the bottom without being paused. It was definitely a possible approach, provided that nothing was slowing you down. For instance, having much shorter legs than you were really expecting and a consequently slower top speed.

Instead of outrunning the explosion entirely, it instead got her from behind as the originator revealed himself. The white-haired girl did the only thing that she could: twist her body round so that the sword might get him and trust in her speed to not be set aflame. Landing afterwards was, fortunately, the easiest part and once back to her feet... the paladin kept going. Sure, there was a pyromaniac--and the possibility of being slightly aflame--but that could be put off until she was ready to stand and fight everything down here.

Probably.

[Assistant]
Sir Garrett

As the man launched himself through the air Sir Garrett snarled. He'd seen such movements before, the possessed had done such a thing when the Shaman had taken them over. Sir Garrett didn't think but as soon as he heard the light footsteps of the inhuman land behind him Sir Garrett whirled dropped his body and lashed out with the blade before twisting his body to the left and continued with his brutal onslaught. Inhuman strength or speed meant little. Eventually one of the Knights would bring the creature down. It was simple math. With its positioning the vampire had its back turned to the other Knights and if it turned to deal with them SIr Garrett was going to cut its head clean off.

Twisting his blades Sir garrett chuckled. "I don't know what you are but I'm looking forward to sending you back to whatever afterlife you escaped." Turning himself sideways Sir Garrett grinned at the Vampire. Stepping forward he turned himself sideways. It was a gamble but his mace was lying on the ground behind the Vampire and the range he was at was awful for a crossbow shot. It left the vampire completely vulnerable.

"Why would you jump into the middle of a group of Knights, you really are foolish aren't you." Pity I don't have my mask. That would make this much more appropriate Twisting his body slowly and shifting his blade Sir Garrett continued to back the Vampire towards his comrades.


[System]
Gender: Male
Age: 20
Appearance:
 Height: 5'5"
 Build: Slender
 Hair: Ash blond (light brown)
 Eyes: Green
 Clothing: His attire consists of a white, long-sleeved shirt underneath a black, over-sized hoodie with a pair of black gloves. Additionally, he wears a pair of dark green pants with black combat boots.
Skillset: He is experienced with the functionality of machines, due to his upbringing, and has an adept knowledge of science. He is also talented at picking locks and has a decent amount of knowledge in medicine. Though he is not the strongest, he is fairly nimble.
Weapon(s): .45 Auto Pistol & Combat Knife
Personality: Though quiet when with strangers, he is quite the talkative person when given the time to become adjusted to another's presence. Armed with a sarcastic personality, as well as an offhanded tendency to snap at people, he does have an odd sense of obligation for other people's safety and well-being, even if they have done him wrong before. He also has the habit of hiding things from people, fearing the consequences he may have to face if he were to tell them. As for himself, he could be considered rather unconcerned and reckless.
Biography: He grew up in the same town as Jace, sequestered in the marshlands of southern Georgia. His father worked as a mechanic there, which included supplying the town with purified water. When the machine began to break down gradually, though, rations had to be issued, which caused the family to become unpopular when there was not enough for everyone to share. His mother died when he was young when there was a "freak accident," and afterwards, that only gave the other townspeople more reason to ostracize the family--if the man could not be trusted to keep his own family alive, then how could he be trusted to keep an entire town alive? When he was sixteen, he fell ill from radiation poisoning, but recovered; after this close call with death, he decided to begin his research on a long-term solution for the water issue, studying Project Purity and more cases of a G.E.C.K. working miracles. About two years after, he and his closest friend, Jace, set out on their journey to search through Vaults until they discovered one.

[User]
Upon realizing that a raider had leapt onto Jace, Basil hurried forward and whipped out his combat knife from his left boot, piercing it into the man's throat. Blood spurted onto the ground and he slumped forward, quickly suffocating as his windpipe overflowed with his own blood rather than air.
 Leith snuck a glance at the sight of Basil mercilessly eliminating the threat, eyes widening slightly. Damn, I underestimated that one, apparently.

[Assistant]
Jace fell backwards as the full weight of the raider fell on top of him. After regaining a little of his strength from his spent arms, he shoved him to the side and stood up. When he looked at himself up and down, he winced slightly and shook his head.
 "You could have at least kicked him away from me. This blood will never come off."
 "At least the iron smells better than your ass," Kaye muttered.
 He glared at her. "We're in the humidity of the Deeper South. No one smells good here."
 "If you say so..."
 "Just shut up and let's go in. Keep your guns out and be prepared. He was probably only a guard. This place is probably crawling with people." He turned to look at Basil, frowning slightly. "Are you sure you want to go through with this? I'm with you whatever you decide."
 "So beautiful... The love birds are playing their song," Kaye muttered softly.

[User]
Basil wiped blood onto his pant leg, preferring it there than on his hands. Without looking at Jace, he merely nodded and headed towards the control panel of the entrance. "I'll get the door open. Looks like they were at least smart enough to close it behind them."
 Leith walked closer to Kaye and said quieter to her, "In and out, Kaye. No fooling around in here. The raiders will be the least of our worries when it comes to a Vault."

[Assistant]
Jace held his gun up to the vault door as Basil tinkered with the panel.
 "Would you relax, Leith. Everything will be okay, I promise. And we'll be that much more richer." Kaye smiled at him, but it quickly fell when she saw how uncomfortable he looked. "Are you alright? Do you want to wait out here and guard others from coming in?"
 Once Basil opened the door, Jace quickly swept inside, looking both ways. Luckily, there was no one there. "Clear..."

[User] Leith quickly shook his head. "No, I'm not allowing you to go in there alone, especially when I can't trust those two not to abandon you." He sighed, and followed after Basil and Jace once they were inside. "Just stay with me, okay? I know that you've never listened to me before, but just this once, will you?"

[Assistant]
Kaye could sense how serious Leith was being right now and nodded her head. "I wish you would just wait this one out. You have taught me well...I can handle myself, Leith."
 Jace ignored the two behind them, not caring if they followed or not. After rounding the second hallway, they came across the cafeteria. "There's two people in here, Basil. You take the one on the left. I'll take the right."

[User]
"I'll never stop worrying, Kaye," Leith murmured.
 Basil nodded, taking aim, but just as they were about to begin their countdown, one of the lockers suddenly slammed open. From within, a girl clad in what appeared to be a pair of cut jeans and a camouflaged vest, raised a laser pistol and shot the man that he'd been aiming at. Almost immediately, he was reduced to nothing but a pile of ash and, just as the other whipped around toward the source of the sound, he received the same fate.
 The girl raised her hands up, as if her gun was a white flag, and shouted, "Oh my God, I've been in that locker for, like, a million years and I thought that I'd never see the light of day again. But then you two show up and give me the perfect opportunity to, like, have a last resort in case I misaimed. To use you both as human shields or, rather, a decoy! But I'm so glad that it worked out wonderfully for the both of us in the end!" She grinned at them both. "Oh, excuse me for being so rude. My name is Kate. Nice to meet you two."

[Assistant]
Jace wasn't startled by many things, but a girl jumping out of the locker was the last thing he expected. After nearly jumping out of his skin, he aimed his gun at the girl, glaring.
 "Give me one reason not to shoot you where you stand."

[User] "Um, because I'm not shooting you?" Kate quipped.

[Assistant] "Because there are guns aimed right at you. How do we know you're not going to shoot us the moment we turn our backs?" Jace walked closer to her, gun still trained at her head. "To be honest with you, I'm tired of taking unecessary risks."

[User] "I can make it worth your while. I have candy!" she quickly said, reaching hastily into the back pocket of her shorts to yank out an opened pack of gum drops. "Um, they got a little squished when I sat on them. And when I stepped on them when they fell out of my pocket once. And they're only a couple hundred years old. But who cares? It's candy, man. Only thing better than drugs and bloodshed." She extended out the two remaining pieces. "So, truce? Come on. A girl doesn't just give out her last pack of candy if she's not being honest with you."

[Assistant]
"Actually, that is exactly what I would do if I was put in this situation. You will give it to me to put me in a sense of comfort only to wait until our back is turned to kill me and take it back."
 Kaye rolled her eyes. "Are you crazy? You would probably eat it before she even had that opportunity. Is she going to pry it from your dead, rigor mortis jaws?"
 "Rigorous morty? What the hell is that?"
 "Wow, you really are dumb."
 Jace growled in frustration. "Leave me alone!"

[User]
"I like this girl already," Kate laughed.
 "If she was a raider, then she wouldn't have shot them," Leith said, leaning against one of the long tables. There were crushed tin cans littered everywhere, as well as plastic trays and empty boxes of sweet cakes and instant foods. "But what are you doing here by yourself, anyways?"
 "Well, you see, I'm just a scavenger," Kate explained. She took a seat in a nearby folding chair, laser pistol hanging limply from her long, bony fingers. "I wander all about, gathering old parts, electronics, Chems, you know, whatever sells and is worth lugging around. But then I sprained my ankle, and I couldn't just keep going like that, which was when I happened upon here. I figured it'd be a smart move to rest, but I could also look around here. As long as I'm careful, it should be relatively safe. And it was. As long as you stay on the top two levels of this vault here, you're perfectly safe and I even got the electricity running again for the lights and what-such. But I don't know, I guess that somehow attracted the attention of these raiders. Didn't think it would, since it's underground, so it's hard for noise to get through all these layers of rock, and there aren't windows for them to see the lights. But I had to hide. They found my stuff, though. Ate the rest of my candy. Was quite the loss, still in mourning." She heaved an exaggerated sigh. "Anyways, I just want to get out of here, but that's hard to do when I kinda need supplies. I can't just go out there with nothing at all. You can get yourself killed that way."

[Assistant]
Jace stared at her cautiously before finally lowering his gun. He listened to her story before rubbing his face in more frustration. "Great, another person wanting to tag-a-long. We already have one crazy woman on the team; two is just too much."
 "I heard that!"
 "You were supposed to." Jace then turned to look at Kaye. "You have supplies, right? Give her some so she'll be on her merry little way."
 "You do realize half of our supplies is junk people do not need, right?" Kaye rolled her eyes. "That is why we are here to scavenge in the first place. We need the money. And if this chick here has already taken our supplies...well, I just reckon' you're going to be stuck with us longer until we get our pay."
 "What? Hell no!" Jace glared at her. "That wasn't part of the deal!" He turned to Basil for help.

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"Gimme, gimme, gimme," Kate said, waggling her fingers eagerly, "And I shall be on my way-ee."
 "Um...I'm just here for science," Basil murmured, lowering his head, "I don't know how to...handle this sort of thing."
 "I do have to admit I'm with Kaye on this one," Leith said. He narrowed his eyes at Jace, "If you think that you can just take our gear and give it to someone else for free, you've got another thing coming. You'll pay us back with compounded interest."

[Assistant]
Jace ignored the new girl before turning to glare at Leith. "What? Why do I always have to pay for the supplies?"
 "Because you owe use for saving your stupid ass," Kaye said, crossing her arms over her chest. "We aren't here to save everyone we come across. We're in this only for ourselves, ya feel me?"
 "No, I really don't, but you're about to feel me..." He clenched his hands into fists.
 "Ooh, you're going to have your way with me?" Kaye winked suggestively and smirked.
 "What?" It took Jace a moment to realize what she'd said but when he put two-and-two together, his face turned the plight of a tomato. "That is not what I meant!" He turned away from them and stared at the floor as he waited for him to cool off... God, they were so childish! If he didn't kill them first, then they definitely would because they were going to drive him crazy and to an early grave...


[System]
Age: 35

Gender: Female

People: Human

Appearance:

Celeste is a woman of normal built. She has fair skin, shoulder length brown hair and brown eyes. Her face is of the honest, likable kind that makes you trust her even before you have spoken with her. Her body is untouched by scars or marks, almost pristine to look at. She is usually dressed in simple, durable clothes and almost always wears an arming jacket. It is uncommon to see her without a sword strapped to her belt. When travelling or preparing for battle she usually wears leather armor reinforced with steel plates.

Traits:
Celeste is skilled with most one-handed weapons, especially with swords. She can hold her own in a fight against several opponents. Her formost strength is however her fearlessness and complete devotion. She will stop at nothing when her mind is set on completing a task. In addition, Celeste has an almost eerie sixth sense. She is good at reading other people, knowing what they will do or say before they do. She has never been ambushed or surprised by an opponent.

Her one fault is her good nature. Celeste wants to see the good inside everybody and can be naive at times. She assumes people are truthful and tries to be merciful whenever she can. It is never the easy way with Celeste. She will always do the "right thing", even when it seems hopeless or even impossible.

As a person, Celeste is terribly likable. She is kind, honest, and genuinely interested in other people. She listens to people and remember the little things that are important to them. Facing a choice, Celeste will always see to the happiness of others before her own. Tempering this is her sense of justice and her belief in the greater good. Celeste is a warrior and is adamant about protecting the weak from the strong.

Background:
As a baby, Celeste was given away to a monastery. Her parents were too poor to take care of her, and the monks and nuns were known to take in such children and give them a good life. Because of this she never knew of family life and was never spoiled or treated badly. The monks and nuns of the monastery instilled in her the sense of justice and righteousness that she still lives by today. As she was a strong and active child, she was chosen to become part of the militant branch of the monastic order. Her training was harsh and punishing, but she endured and emerged as a tough holy warrior.

Having completed her training she spent several years in the service of the order, keeping the peace and dispensing justice in the lands surrounding the monastery. It was around that time that the infamous Necromancer came to power and started terrorizing the world with his dark forces. A band of travelling adventurers came to the monastery one day, looking for respite and aid. Celeste spent some time with them and found their cause to be righteous. She spoke to the heads of her order and was permitted to join the adventurers in their quest.

The struggle against the powerful Necromancer was harsh, and Celeste had to watch as her newfound friends perished one by one to the horrors they faced. It was extremely taxing on her, having to fight against sorrow and doubt as well ass the murderous minions of the vile sorcerer. The final battle was pure madness. The lowest moment for Celeste came when one of her friends was turned against her by dark magic, forcing her to slay him in self defence. The Necromancer was in the end undone by their concerted effort, but the victory didn't come without a sense of loss. It was tragic to Celeste that an individual as resourceful and powerful as the Necromancer would choose to kill and destroy instead of using his incredible strength for the good of others. She could not understand it, and wept also for all the unnecessary violence and death that had been required to right this wrong.

She returned to the monastery and spent the following years in silence and prayer, before answering the call and venturing to the old mountain cabin for the reunion.

Items:
Her sword, forged by the master smith of the monastery.

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Cewri sighed and nodded at Martox's suggestion. "You're right." He reached over and scooped himself more drink for the toast. He clanked his oversized tankard against the others', "To their memory. May the world remember that which shall never fade from our minds and hearts." He downed half the tankard in one pull, and brought it down on to the table. He saw Oryx squirming. He must be thinking about the triplets. Only thing I've seen that made him that uncomfortable—not even the Rawheads got to him that bad.

 So he decided to change the subject to something, which while still concerning, was not as disturbing. "Say, when do you guys think Celeste is going to show up?" Cewri said, "Can't be a fight holding her up. It would take so many foes to keep her tied down that we'd hear it." If anything, he bet that she stuck herself trouncing ne'er-do-wells on the way.

[Assistant]
As if on cue, the sound of approaching footsteps reached the party at the cabin. Or rather, staggering footsteps. A lone figure dislosged itself from the shade beneath some pines and came hobbling towards the cabin. The occational clink and clank of steel revealed that the person was armored, and the pale light of the moon reflected off of a sword being dragged in the dirt behind the figure. As it came closer, signs of struggle or battle became apparent; the sword was stained with a splatter of dark red, and blood was dripping from the tangled mess that was the figures head. It stopped a good few feet away from the party, slowly swaying this way and that, before finally raising its gaze. There was no mistake, it was Celeste. And by the looks of it, she had recently been fighting. Hard. Her left hand hung limp and useless at her side. The only part of her with any kind of vigour left was her right hand, clenched so tight around the hilt of her sword that her knuckles were white.

As one of the heroes tried to move against her, she hissed audibly and added, whispered through gritted teeth, S-stay away! I... I don't... I can't...

A violent spasm went through her body and she shrieked with pain. Her head snapped forcefully backwards, and then to the side. From there her gaze was once again turned against the heroes, giving them a sideways glance. There was something off-putting about that glance. She was also smiling cruelly, as if she knew a secret the people in front of her didn't and she was mocking them for it. She spoke once more, this time with a calm, steady voice.

Ok boys. Let's see what this bitch goes for.

Without any warning Celeste lunged forward, no more staggering but seemingly in perfect health, and swung her sword at the one closest to her!

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"WOAH! Woah watch it!," Oryx shouted as he lunged to his side, dodging Celeste's blade and watched as it sliced through his armchair. The piece of furniture slip in half, plopping onto the ground with heavy thuds. This seemed impossible! Celeste would never betray them like this. What did she mean? That couldn't of been her speaking that last moment before she attacked.

The Vanguard rolled from another quick swing and grabbed his shield as he scrambled to the front door, holding it up against a third heavy strike. Celeste's blade clanked against the blessed wood, leaving nothing but a small notch.

Oryx back stepped against the wall, holding his place so that he could best defend against more strikes. His blade would be useless here, for he wanted nothing to do with another dead ally. Not on this day! Oryx let himself be used as Celeste's punching bag, or her puppeteer's if he had the right idea. Dispite the blessed powers of his shield, every swing cracked and splinted his very hands and fingers. Too much punishment like this, and he wouldn't be able to hold a young kitten, much less a shield.

"Something is afoot here," Oryx announced and he blocked another vicious attack. "Obviously. Watch yourselves friends for this is not our Celeste, and whomever this be is out for our hides. If one of you could hold her down, I think I can help!"

[Assistant]
Martox set his cup down on a ledge, himself facing away from the door, as he heard footsteps start to enter the cabin. Without turning Martox exclaimed, "Ah! Finally the last of us join in!" He turned to see Celeste, but she was obviously not herself. Martox's expression quickly went from one of a jester to one of a soldier, stoic with a mix worry. He watched her closely as she spoke at first, seeming to almost struggle to do so. As she swung her sword down, splitting the chair in two and almost taking Oryx with it, Martox finally moved. He ran towards his bag that was sitting next to the barrels of ale and pulled Ignes et Ice out and again turned to Celeste, who was now bringing her sword down onto Oryx's shield. Not much more time before Oryx would be in a bad way, she was coming down hard on him. Martox tried to think of something quickly, he didn't wish to hurt Celeste, but time was of the essence and planning something wasn't a luxury they could afford right now.
 Martox brought his staff down with a hard thud to the ground, spreading ice towards Celeste's feet, hoping to make her slip if she moved. He quickly ran around while the ice made its way underneath her and tried to find a good shot to hit he sword with a fireball to knock it out of her hands. But she was moving too quickly, slashing down to fast for him to be able to line up the shot. He didn't want to miss and burn the cabin down, or, even worse, hit Oryx or another teammate. He decided he would have to wait to see what would happen, or until another opportunity arose to disarm her.

[User]
Desalith heard footsteps approaching the door. Celeste… finally. He quickly noticed something was wrong.

When she first swung at Oryx, his reflexes kicked in. He raised his staff and prepared to send a bolt that would do little more than stun her, but at least incapacitate her. Unfortunately, her next swing struck him right at the chest. Although not fatal, it was enough to knock Desalith backwards into a chair, resulting in an almost comical backflip that sprained his ankle and hit his head on the chest of food, stunning him.

[Assistant]
Cewri was surprised to hear someone walking up to the door as soon as he mentioned Celeste. Well, no more pondering that, I suppose. he thought. Cewri was surprised to see blood on Celeste's blade and head. By the gods, what happened to her!?, he thought. Cewri was surprised to see Celeste attack Oryx. He didn't know what to think.

 After half a second in stunned silence, Cewri stood up from his chair—a piece made of wood, nothing like the recliner Oryx had chosen—taking it In hand to use as a weapon. He briefly toyed with the idea of jumping over to fetch his sword, but discarded it in an instant. I want to subdue her, not kill her. He nearly growled at Oryx's prompt, Of course you can. But don't give that away. If her puppeteer doesn't know about her abilities, they might not have seen that coming either. Nevertheless, he wasn't going to be able to grapple her with her sword swinging around—Desalith's spectacle had proved that, so he chose the most natural course of action: take her sword arm out of commission. If the injuries to it were serious, Oryx could heal her after this was through. Lunging forward with the chair, he aimed from the side—he didn't want to hit her head. The chair was a clunky and difficult to control weapon, but he could manage that. Assuming the attack worked, he would let go of the chair and grapple Celeste so that Oryx could do his healing. Else, he'd stay in the fight with the chair—unwieldy or no, he'd rather be armed against Celeste than not.

[User] The chair hit home with a crash and the sickening snapping of broken bones, and launched Celeste into a nearby wall. She screamed as she tried to get up, like if it was hard and hurt really bad, but her body moved without hindrance. The half-giant pounced her, trying to grapple her, and an intense struggle ensued. Cewri had the advantage of his size and bulk, but Celeste bit, scratched, hit and kneed at him relentlessly seemingly without getting tired. Every move made her broken bones pop and crack, and Cewri could see the excruciating pain reflected on her face. The others naturally moved to help their friends, but were distracted. Several loud thumps were heard from the roof outside, and soon after - the crackle of fire! A stray arrow flitted through the window and struck the floor inside, the burning piece of oilcloth tied to it instantly setting the dry wooden floorboards on fire. Someone was shooting at them from outside!

[Assistant]
"You must be kidding me," Oryx complained as flaming arrows began to thud against the wooden cabin. "Fire. Why did it have to be fire!"

The Vanguard rushed over to Cewri and Celeste, healing his hands the best he could with what focus he could muster as he helped the big half-giant pin down the possessed woman. Oryx laid his hand over Celeste's face and began chanting, reciting whatever came to mind. The chanting wasn't every nessicary, but he felt like it got him in the zone faster.

Blue and white energy pulsed through his arm as Celeste still thrashed beneath them. The energy traded hosts, leaving Oryx's arm and entering Celeste through her mouth. This would hopefully free here from her puppeteer. Hopefully.

"We have two options," Oryx suggested. "We can stay here and put out the blaze and end the damned archer outside, or we can make like tree-folk and leaf!"

Just then another arrow pierced through another window and hit Oryx square on, shattering through his back and lodging in the emptiness of his rib cage. The Vanguard caught to the flame instantly. Luckily, he could not feel it.

"By the Seven! Damnit, I'll be right back."

Oryx ran to his canteen, entirely aflame as he left little blazes with every step. The old jug of water was just where he had left it, right next to his old sword. The Vanguard opened the container and poured it's contense all over him...to no effect.

"Oh," he muttered, " well that is odd."


[System]
Age: 21

Race: Human

Sex: Female

Appearance: Brandy has lightly tanned skin, dark brown hair just below her shoulders. She is about 5'5" tall, slender build, green eyes and a scar above her left eye. She is book smart, but lacks the necessary survival skills to travel the Wasteland on her own. Even though she is good at constructing and creating things, she's accident prone.

Skills: Moonshiner and a handywoman/carpenter

Personality: Brandy is friendly, and kind. She tends to blab about the things that she has read in her pre-war books. She is a big dreamer, fueled by the books she reads. She has been relatively coddled, therefore leaving her naive to many things, and also because she longs to see the new world to resemble what she has seen in books and other prewar literature so she overlooks many negative things if the wasteland.

Weapons & armor/clothing:  .22 pistol, 12 gauge pump shotgun. No armor, Brandy wears summer dresses or tan work boots, khaki shorts, pants and various tops and a dirty red baseball cap. She wears black framed reading glasses the majority of the time, though she is only slightly farsighted.

Occupation: Brandy has a small copper still that she uses to brew her Papa's Potion moonshine. She had a toolbelt filled with various tools for handy work.

Faction: None, but she has done odd jobs for the Minutemen and their communities in order to get by.

Backstory: Brandy and her brother Ricky were raised by their grandparents, Bob and Cathy, in northern Michigan.

Brandy and Ricky grew up in the family business of distilling their own alcohol, better known as Papa's Potion. Cathy taught Brandy from mostly pre-war books, as she was the homemaker and didn't venture out to much. During the warmer months, Brandy enjoyed working with her Papa repairing and or building new structures around the settlement and surrounding areas.

When Brandy turned 18, her inquisitive nature had her yearning to explore the Wasteland. She had never been far from home at all. Ricky, now 21, had traveled with his buddies and the stories they told only made Brandy long to experience it even more for herself.

At 19 Brandy's grandfather passed away, and her grandmother Cathy told her to follow her heart. Cathy convinced Ricky to let Brandy tag along on their next expedition. Reluctantly, Ricky said he would take her.

When she was 20 years old, it was Brandy's job to set up camp and prepare meals. Other than traveling during the day, Ricky wouldn't let her do much else. He told Brandy when they started getting closer to D.C. That he would let her scavenge with them.

Her lack of knowledge and clumsiness drove Ricky and his friends crazy. One day they tried to teach her to shoot a .22 pistol. Brandy was so jittery wanting to impress him that she accidentally squeezed off a round grazing his leg. Ricky automatically reacted by swinging a tire iron at her. It nailed on the left side of her forehead leaving a large gash and rendered her unconscious. Ever since that day the guys wouldn't let her touch a loaded gun.

Stuck with setting up camp, and bored out of her mind, Brandy would drink the whiskey they had made. Only wrecking her relationship with her brother even more. Eventually Ricky left Brandy in the Boston Commonwealth to fend for herself. She wandered into The Sanctuary and helped the Minutemen fix up the settlement. She was told of an up and coming settlement, Salem, and a couple of the Minutemen traveled with her to Salem so she could rebuild her life, and the new settlement.

[User]
Steve cooper- The Hotel- Mid afternoon

"....and I'll take care of the next group that makes the mistake of showing up too. In the meantime I'd suggest you keep those eyes up and turning, wink at me again and I'll set them spinning."

"Aggressive? I like that." Steve said as he purposely winked at the woman again "and sure you, me and few others in town could take out the next group of stragglers that wander into town but what if they come in force Fēi nǚhái?"

Church has gotten alot more aggressive since the brotherhood kicked them out of DC

The small curvaceous woman who'd been hiding behind the desk cleared her throat. "I believe Rook is building the wall. Archie showed him to the roof but I, ah, haven't seen him, since. He might still be up there." She gestured towards the robot. "Could you show Mr. ... ah, what was your name? Up to the roof?"

"Steve, Steve cooper pleasure to meet you Madam."

"Absolutely, manager! Mind the stairs, this way, please..." the robot turned and went up the stairs branching from the foyer.

"Robot do you know when those atom losers moved into the crater? How many there are? If they are attacking travellers on the road Might be a good idea to clean them out before they start causing trouble for the town..."

"Manager Celeste has named me 'Archie', which is just fine, sir. Now, a crater, did you say? Last I knew, the moon was inhabitable to most aerobic life forms. Did that change with the Great War?"

Why would I be asking about the moon...?

"No not the moon robot, the crater just outside of town by the lighthouse." Steve groaned at the robot "fuck it... Command override vocal audio house, Robert access core programming"

No wait Robco didn't make Mr. handy robot, crap what's the code for them again?.... Should have written them all down...

"Forget it, just take me to the roof robot... although quick question, are you the only robot here? Does... Manager Celeste have other robots?

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Reaching the roof Steve spotted rook "Rook, the short madam downstairs... Celeste I think her name is said your building the wall? Good idea but you're making a mistaking having three doors... We don't have enough people yet to defend them all and will just make it easier for raiders to get in."

Steve then walked over to the edge "Should have two doors at most, the main entrance on the road and side door on the beach." Steve stated as pointed to places he though the wall doors should go.

Could also have a drop down ledge but need to figure out the right place to put that... maybe on the northern part of the wall?

"Apart for that looks like you've been doing an good job on the wall.... err Good work Rook."

[Assistant]
ARCHIE - Sandy Coves Inn, second floor -- mid to late afternoon

"No not the moon robot, the crater just outside of town by the lighthouse." Steve groaned at the robot "fuck it... Command override vocal audio house, Robert access core programming."

"It's Archie, good sir," the Mr Handy corrected again. "Are you quite all right? I dare say, you've muttered gibberish a total of three times since you entered the inn. Have you suffered any head trauma, recently?"

"Forget it, just take me to the roof robot... although quick question, are you the only robot here? Does... Manager Celeste have other robots?"

"Sir, you may call me 'Archie,' as I have mentioned a few times. Are you suffering from some short-term memory loss? Perhaps you should visit the doctor. Ms Frieda just took over some fresh supplies earlier today." Archie drew up to a ladder and a hatch in the ceiling, tucked far away on the second floor of the inn. "Here we are, good sir! Do be careful on the roof. A fall from a height would only worsen your cerebral condition, or perhaps, kill you. Ta-ta!"

CELESTE BROWN - Sandy Coves Inn - mid to late afternoon

Sara approached one of the rooms closest to the stairwell. "This one will work." Sara walked inside sitting her pack on the ground, with her rifle resting alongside it. Celeste lingered behind, in the doorway. Sara immediately began to peel off layers of clothing. Celeste glanced away, unsure if Sara were aware that she was still standing there.

Suddenly, there was a creak of bedsprings and a sigh of relief. "I feel like a queen!" Sara giggled as she rolled her sleeves up past her elbows on her flannel, revealing a tattoo on her forearm. Sara pulled her hair up into a messy ponytail, the sides of her hair had been shaven at some point but had regained most of its length. "So where do we go from here?" Sara inquisitively cocked her head towards Celeste as she un-bloused her pant legs, and began to unlace her boots.

Celeste smiled, genuinely oblivious to some overt cues given off by Sara. "Just glad to see you are settling in! I'm going to go back downstairs, I left a mess in the kitchen from baking the scones. If you need anything, just holler, or come on down to the lobby. I should be around for most of the rest of the afternoon, but I have some...plans, later this evening." She blushed after the last statement, twirled, and went back downstairs to the lobby.

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Brother Abraham – Crater House

 Abraham laid the hammer down on his desk and sat back into his chair. The porthole was boarded up, it had been broken during the storm the night before. Now the only light came from two candles that sat on the table. The shattering of the ancient glass would have woken Abraham had he not spent the night awake. Sleep had a habit of eluding him, especially in times of change and Abraham could feel the change in the wind of the storm. He had sat in the same chair, looking at the storm through porthole before it broke. His tired eyes forced to watch the sky change color and the dirt and debris be blown about.

 The door to his small lean-to was opened and emanated a loud grinding noise as the daylight poured into the dark chamber. Abraham rose from his chair and looked at the doorframe. A figure stood assertively, his silhouette was armored and as it stepped inside Abraham recognized the armor as that of the Inquisitors. He squinted to see in the dim light and was surprised to see the man looked familiar.

 "Brother Abraham? It's me, Ian, from Megaton," said the man, his voice containing an unexpected note of kindness. The Inquisitor threw his arms out in greeting. "I haven't seen you since I left Megaton with Confessor Martin." Abraham hesitated, he wondered if this veteran inn front of him, could really be the young man that had left some ten years ago to go North to the Holy Island.

 "Ian? Ian Carver? Is that really you? By Atom you've surely changed." Ian smiled and leaned back against the wall near the door.
"How have you been faring during these years, brother?" Ian asked, Abraham moved forward and embraced him.

 "As well as one can in this land, tell me was that you I saw yesterday in the Lighthouse? When did you arrive in the Crater?" He moved away from Ian and toward his stove, "Would you like something to drink or eat? I have something called ko-ko, I bought it from a scavenger some time ago, it's very good when added to hot water."

[Assistant]
Brandy Brooks - Home - Afternoon

Humming along to Diamond City Radio, Brandy took the chicken from the hot cooking oil and placed the pieces on a cooking sheet. She grabbed an extra egg to put away when arms wrapping around her waist startled her, she yelped and dropped the egg. As soon as she saw it was Ace, it eased her slightly, but her eyes glazed over as she backed away from him.

Ace move closer and took her hands, "You should've just waited for me Brandy. Reggie is long gone history, hell I haven't seen her in almost 4 years. I'm not with her anymore. I wouldn't lie to you." He kissed her hand, "Ever since I saw you arrive to town those few weeks ago, I haven't been able to keep my eyes off of you. I want to be with you...please believe me..."

His words made her heart jump, knowing that he wanted to be with her are words she had been searching for, for some time. She sniffed back her tears, "Really ?"

Ace nodded, "Yes, really. Believe me when I say Reggie is history. Brandy, I want to be with you." Ace embraced her and lifted her up to kiss her, sitting her on the counter. He ran his right hand up her leg feeling her soft, supple skin. With his left hand he pressed her closer to him, as they kissed with vigor. He pulled back and moved down to kissing her neck while his hand traveled on the inside of her thigh.

"Yes," she gasped as things continued to heat up between them, "I want to be yours Ace, I want to be all yours." She put her hands in his face and returned to kissing him. Ace scooped her up and carried her upstairs to her room.

Bow chickie bow wow

Brandy laid on the bed, rubbing Ace's cheek as she stared at him, never before had she felt that kind of relief. She was sweaty, butterflies still chased each other around in her stomach. The way Ace touched her, his eager eyes, the way he took control, all things she had been longing for had come to fruition. Surprisingly she was more than comfortable laying nude in front of him, her modesty had left the building, instead being filled with loving confidence. Ace took his undershirt and wiped her off, she pressed his hand against her face and closed her eyes. "That was...wonderful, I had no idea how wonderful it could be." She pulled his face to hers and kissed him again, her legs still trembled a little.

Brandy sat up and looked for something to cover herself with, there was nothing laying around. She looked at Ace and smiled, "I guess it is my house, and I don't think you'll mind if I walk downstairs naked to get my dress?" she giggled a little, walking down the stairs with Ace right behind her playing grab ass, she was thrilled that he felt the same as she did and loved the attention he was giving her. She picked her dress up off the kitchen floor and slipped back into it. She opened a drawer to fetch some oven mitts and took the chicken from the oven. It was sizzling, but luckily it had not burned one bit. The aroma filled the kitchen and floated outside through her open windows. She turned around and yanked Ace over to her by his belt and threw her arms around him kissing him again. The waves crashing against the shore in the background made it all surreal. "So...do you want to try a leg or breast? Both are really good, I'm sure you'll like them."


[System]
"Ana"

Character Summary
Species: Mirialan
Gender: Female
Age: 17
Height: 5'7
Weight: 58kg/127 lbs
Class: Padawan
Position: Still in training

Skills, Weapons and Abilities

Weapons: Zelliana's primary weapon is a double-bladed lightsaber with a white hilt and accented with chrome and bits of magenta. Inside the hilt is green kyber crystal which produces a bright green blades when the weapon is activated. Her secondary weapon is a prototype blaster pistol that she managed to get off a dead Mandalorian when she was younger, it has a high output of damage, but drains the power cell heavily as a result, making it a useful back up if she can't use her lightsaber for whatever reason, but can't be heavily relied upon.

Saber Skills: Although she's still in training to become a Jedi Shadow, she shows great promise with her lightsaber skills, her main form being Dejm So because it could be used defensively such as deflecting blaster fire, yet could also be used in lightsaber combat and the agressiveness of the form that allowed a transition from blocks and parries to overwhelming and strong counterattacks really drew it to being her preferred style. Zelliana's second form that she sometimes uses however hasn't kept up her practice with is Niman, mostly taking it because the masters encouraged her to use it, finding it was the most fitting for her path and the weapon she uses, so this form isn't as strong as her Dejm So and if she uses it, has a higher chance of losing a fight.

Force Skills:
 * Telekinesis – A basic force talent that allows her to use force push and pull.
* Force Cloak – She practices this force talent as much as possible, although since she hasn't mastered it yet, she can't keep up the duration for very long and it may sometimes abruptly end without her wanting it to.
* Force Sense – Allows her to sense the feelings of others as well as momentus events or impending danger.
* Force Stun – Force ability that allows her to temporarily deaden the senses and perceptions of her target, this ability isn't used frequently, so the duration of it can vary.
* Mind Trick – She can use the force to influence the thoughts of people, another ability she hasn't gotten the hang of yet, so it's success rate varies.

Weaknesses: One of Zelliana's biggest weakenesses is her overconfidence and arrogance when it comes to her skills, she dreams about the day that she can take the trials and become a full fledged Jedi Knight, this results in her being impatient sometimes and going ahead of whatever task or mission is at hand before any orders are given. Her force abilities are slightly weaker than her peers or other Jedi, making attacks with the force not as powerful and inflicting not as much damage, it's mainly why she relies more on physical attacks rather than attacks with the force.

Background

Born on Corellia, Zelliana remembers little of her early childhood, her planet had been attacked during the Mandalorian Wars and she had been captured, being brought back and made into a servant for the Mandalorians. She spent three years as a servant until she finally had enough and attempted an escape, using a vibroblade she had been tasked with to clean, she slashed her way through as many of them as she could, injuring them though not severely and making it all the way to the entrance of camp before a stun shot hit her and incapacitated her.

When she came to, she was surrounded by most of the clan, debating whether or not to kill her, but the clan leader saw in her a fire in her that rather than be snuffed out, could be made to work for them. She then began her long Mandalorian training, learning how to fight hand-to-hand, with blades and blasters, Mandalorian culture and customs, she took to it rather quickly and before she knew it, she was apart of the clan.

Two years passed and she was now eager to fight wither other clan members and earn glory like many of them had. Although she was much to young to start fighting with them yet, she was allowed to accompany some men on a hunt on Dxun, it would provide her with more experience for the future and would allow her to gain some glory until she was old enough to join them in battle. During the hunt, they came across a boy, slightly older than Zelliana, who escaped a nearby camp and had been hiding until he could find means to escape the jungle moon; he was given a vibroblade and was pitted up against Zelliana, promising to be allowed to leave if he could best her.

The fight between the two of them was slightly difficult for her, the boy was older and stronger than her, but thanks to her training, she managed to knock him onto his back and had her blade pointed at his throat. But when she was ordered to finish him, she couldn't find the strength to do it, even worse, she struck down one of her clansmen when he was about to shoot the boy and then fled with him on one of the ships the arrived on; disgracing herself as well as her clan, she fled the system, flying all the way to Nar Shaddaa where she hid for a few months, surviving by stealing anything she could to eat.

One day on Nar Shaddaa, she spotted a robed man who looked fairly fairly wealthy, but what really got her attention was the item he carried on his belt, it was a long cylindrical, chrome tube. The way he quickly hid it when it briefly was visible to the public eye made her think that it was highly valuable and went about pickpocketing by bumping into him.

Zelliana hastily retreated back to the hideout she had made in the slums to inspect the bounty she had collected, trying to figure out how it worked and was startled when a bright blue blade emerged from the chrome object. The man she had lifted the weapon from had quickly tracked her down, noticing instantly when his weapon went missing. He had been ready to approach and reprimand her, but then he noticed something, a power flowing through her...the force, even though she was past the age in which force sensitives could be trained, but their numbers were low and they needed all the new Jedi they could get.

When he approached her, he prevented Zelliana from fleeing again and then explained that he was a Jedi and that she had the force flowing through her, she didn't believe him at first, but through persuasion, convinced her to go with him. She arrived on Dantooine and the Jedi that found her explained to the situation to the enclave masters and even though they were hesitant to allow someone as old as she was to begin Jedi training, they couldn't deny they needed all the new members they could get. With that, she was approved and spent the next two years learning the ways of the force as well as saber forms, taking to it rather easily thanks to her Mandalorian training.

Those were the happiest two years of her life, she enjoyed being with the Order and being a Jedi, but her happiness was cut short when the Mandalorians struck Coruscant. She was in the Jedi Temple, sparring with her master when the first bombardment took place, she had been ordered to retreat whilst he defended the temple, but she ignored that order and went with him. The battle was difficult, many Jedi and Padawans that chose to stay were struck down and it was clear that they weren't going to win, reluctantly, both Zelliana and her master fled the Jedi Temple and the planet, he knew it would do them no good to stay and die.

Things didn't get any better after Coruscant, she and her master traveled from system to system, trying to remain hidden, but were always discovered, then the unthinkable for Zelliana happened, whilst fleeing for what seemed like the hundredth time, her master took a blaster bolt to his stomach and succumbed to his injury but not before telling her of a hidden enclave on Valkaina that he had recently been notified about and was sure wouldn't be discovered.

Now, a few weeks later, here she is, on Valkaina, looking to be assigned a new master and even more so, looking to take her trials and become a fully fledged knight of the Jedi Order, though she still has a ways to go, especially on her patience and being humble, she'll no doubt make and excellent Jedi Knight.

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Wilkdon arose from his slumber like many an old man had done before. With plenty of grunting, groaning, stretching, and a few popping sounds, he sat up, slid off of the bed, and began to get dressed. Garbing himself in robes that blended the traditional dress of both the Jedi and the Luka Sene, finished with fur-lined boots that provided ample protection against the cold of the more remote sections of the Temple. Taking hold of his staff, and carefully leaning against it, Wilkdon stepped out from his room, and headed for the dining area, eager to partake in some breakfast.

Entering the dining hall, Wilkdon carefully arranged a simple meal, sitting alone at a central table. The hall was rather empty at this hour, though the morning crowd was slowly starting to trickle in. Eventually, Wilkdon found himself accompanied by a recently-anointed Knight.

"Greetings Master Rumnaheim, A-" spoke the youth, before Wilkdon raised a hand to cut him off. Please, I'm just an old man trying to do some good in this galaxy, not a Jedi Master...Call me Wilkdon." The young Jedi nodded, and spoke hesitantly "O-okay, Wilkdon. Are you enjoying your meal?"

The old man nodded, taking a sip of his beverage, and replied "It is...satisfactory. Certainly not the best meal I've had in my life, but one of the better once since we founded the Enclave, now that we finally have more reliable supply lines. But...I sense that this is not why you have chosen to sit with me...So why are you here, if I may ask?"

The youth sighed "Well Ma-..Wilkdon, sir. I w-was wondering, how do your people see, e-exactly? My Master once stated something about Force Sight, but I was never fully instructed on the matter." Wilkdon nodded softly "I can offer instruction in the future, but not today. I am willing, however, to retrieve instructional texts from our archives for you, if you so wish. And then, once you have studied them, we can convene on what you have learned. I'm planning on heading to the library after I finish my meal, so I will be sure to gather them straight away. Which dormitory do you call home?" The young knight informed Wilkdon of his residence, and after the two finished their meals they parted ways

After breakfast, Wilkdon made his trip to the library. Approaching the desk at which sat Mazai Kiro, he politely rapped his knuckles against the desk, to draw her attention. "Forgive me for the interruption, Master Kiro, but I would like some assistance. I was wondering if you could aide me in gathering our texts on the study, teaching, and application of Force Sight, and any on Miralukan anatomy. I have a new acquaintance who wishes to learn about how we see, and I'd like for him to be able to learn while I attend to other matters...Now, I'd gather the texts myself, but I'm afraid I'm not as limber as I used to be...Plus, I'd enjoy the company."

[Assistant]
Valdis sighed, having readied his ship for launch for the second time in the past twenty minutes, he really ought to get a droid for tasks like this. He was waiting for Maria to return before they set out on their recruitment mission, or would it be extraction? since their target was already a Jedi, either way the ship was going nowhere until her return.

He stood up and walked out the ramp, looking around the port in case she was near, spotting her talking to a Mirialan nearby. He made his way over, ignoring the looks he recieved from some of the other republic mechanics and pilots, despite being a jedi the fact that he was also a Mandalorian still got him suspicious looks and cautious glares, and the armor didn't help. "Everything is ready to go, we can leave when your ready but we should go soon" he eyes another glaring mechanic out of the corner of his helmets visor "else less friendly Mandalorians get to our jedi first" He then looked to the Mirialan, whom he didn't recognize as being on the mission originally "Will you be joining us?"

@DirtyDingo

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Atan stood on a small balcony area overlooking what amounted to an underground courtyard in the center of the few rooms and quarters dedicated to the Zeison Sha in the enclave. Right now some of the Zeison Sha warriors were training new initiates on the use of the discblade, some of the initiates had even been padawans from the order here, a point of tension between The Jedi and the Zeison Sha. Such tensions were inevitable, what with the two ideologies moving in together, though they are, thankfully, minor, the most he's had to deal with is two or three incidents of a Jedi knight accusing them of 'stealing' or 'seducing' their padawan but otherwise it was usually debates over clashing ideas, and Atan did his best to make sure it didn't escalate past that.

Right now, however, if he remembered correctly, Master Antilles had called for a meeting of the Jedi council in charge of this enclave, and though he was not a Jedi himself, as the pseudo-head of the Zeison Sha here he was called to participate. He should probably start on his way there now. He turned around and walked back into his quarters, setting datapad on a desk against the wall and heading out the other door.


[System]
Age: 20

Description or Pic:

Sex: Male

Personality: Kyle is very curious, and always shows up if there is anything interesting happening. He also is charismatic, and makes friends easily.

Equipment(things that you would be able to pack in a backpack): His camera, a pocket sized notebook, three pens, five energy bars, a folding pocket knife, and three bottles of water.

Bio(can be short): Kyle was born in Atlanta, Georgia, and decided to go the local college in West Virginia. He has a decently popular blog called 'Kings Point Happenings' where he reports on all the news in the area. He is majoring in Journalism, and hopes to one day report for a big news company like The New York Times or Wall Street Journal.

[User]
Ole Top Bar Kings Point,West Virginia

4:30 PM

The sun was finally about to sink into the hills that lay beyond Kings Point and the small but vigilant police force were all over the town square waving to lumberjacks and miners coming back from work. They might have been friendly on the outside but in the inside they were scared hoping that no hiker would be foolish enough to go back into the mountain...but they were wrong.

Inside of the lively bar was a large table with just a single person waiting,his name was Ledger, and he was hoping that he wasn't the only one to take on the challenge of finding who was responsible for these murders. All around him lumberjacks were laughing and having a good time not noticing the sore thumb sitting by himself with just a half-empty beer beside him. He gulped at the notion of going on that mountain by himself and promised that by nine if no one showed up he would stay at the local hotel and by the next day would make his way back to Wheeling but then he heard the door chime ring.....

[Assistant]
Britany pulled her farm truck into the bar's parking lot. She didn't know King's Point well, but as with all small towns, finding the bar is often the easiest thing. She watched the many lumberjacks come and go, reminding her of when she used to watch her dad go to work with the other miners. She missed those days, where life was easy and carefree. Back then, she had dreams, goals. Now, it was just another day, and another paycheck to get her by, and keep her dad alive for just a bit longer.

Stepping down from the truck, she already knew eyes would be on her. But Britany was used to it, colored hair often had that reaction, especially in these areas where everyone knew everyone else. Smiling at a cute lumberjack, sweaty and grimy from his work, who also smiled back, she hiked up on her tiptoes to reach into the bed of her truck. From there, she lugged out her hiking pack, and sling it over her shoulders. Turning back toward the lumberjack, she saw the color drain from his face, and he quickly skittered away. She huffed. Looking around at the rest of the town, they were all staring at her in horror. Clearly they were all on edge, and thought her a lunatic for what she was about to do.

Shrugging, assuming she'd find no romantic prospects here without the million dollar reward, she started toward the bar. Pushing through the open door, and looked inside. For the most part, it was almost the same scene as back home. There was a heavy air of cigarette smoke despite the laws that said no smoking indoors. The bar had a large amount of husbands that were putting off going home to their wives and a couple of the local skanks sniffing about for an easy lay. There was even a few clearly too young minors in the back corner, probably only allowed because they had money, and wouldn't cause trouble.

There was, however, an outlier. He looked incredibly uncomfortable, and certainly didn't fit the crowd. That meant he wasn't from here, which meant he was here for the same reason as her. Smiling lightly as her eyes pass over his, she moved to his table and sat down, meekly saying "Hi."

The waitress, an older lady, who'd likely been working here since she was in middle school, came over. "What can I get ya hun?"

"Just a Coke please."

Drink now in hand, Britany couldn't bring herself to strike up a conversation, wondering if anyone else would show up.

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Jacob had just left the hotel he had checked into and was walking down the street towards the local bar. He brought along his heavy hiking pack knowing that he might have to spend the night in the woods at a moments notice. He noticed the many groups of Lumberjacks that just stared in horror at another hiker that might also die like the rest and paid little attention to them, keeping his head down. His pace quickened, wanting to get out of the chill air.

 The bar coming into sight, Jacob opened the bar door, hearing the chime ringing above his head, his eyes scanned the room and quickly noticed the girl the multi-colored hair, he knew right away that she wasn't from here and the other guy sitting at the table seemed shifty. He swiftly approached the table and took a seat and nodded to the two already at the table. A middle aged woman came over and took the new customers order, "What will it be?" The waitress said with tone as cold as cement. "I'll have a bottle of beer, ma'am." The woman
Nodded and went behind the bar to get his order. "I assume that we're early then?" He said with a sliver of a smile on his face.

[Assistant]
As soon as Bobby pulled up to the bar, she reached for her cigarettes. She needed to calm herself. When she heard about the call for help, to discover what was up in the mountains that was taking lives at random, she was more than interested. Bobby had always been an explorer - the money was just a plus. The thing was that, whenever she did her exploring, it was always alone. She knew there would be others who replied to the posters. She wondered what they were like and what it would be like going into mountains with other people. These thought occupied her mind as she lit up a cigarette and slowly made her way into the bar.

The scene was just as she'd expected. Men shooting pool, lonely women at the bar, looking over their shoulders for a suiter, middle aged men with balding heads sitting by their lonesome, drowning their sorrows in drink. And then Bobby saw a table where three college aged youth sat. All appearing to be in awkward silence. She assumed these were the people who had replied to the posters.

"Hi," Bobby said meekly, coming around the table and hesitantly taking a seat. "I assume all of you are here because of that poster they put up."


[System]
Age: 21

Gender: Male

Race: Hundi

Appearance:

Ian stands at 5'3" with a deceptively lithe figure hiding a surprising amount of strength. Atop his head are two pointed canine ears standing up about five inches with fur matching his hair color, he also has a nearly two foot tail of the same fur color.
Personality: Ian is a rather free-spirited one, typically erratic and with a difficult to break happy-go-lucky demeanor. It's not very difficult to become friends with him and he is not too shy to display his interest in someone, bluntly or playfully, and he can on occasion be uncomfortably affectionate. He's very devoted to his companions, his dedication to their protection can be seen in his chosen fighting style and the tenacity with which he will defend them. His tail and ears are often expressive of his mood, the latter of which he enjoys having pet, messing with his tail, however, will usually earn a growl from him.

Brief Backstory: Ian was born to a pair of Hundi sellswords in service to a wealthy trader in Ithillin, nothing much happened in the early years of his life, he would train with his parents or wrestle with the Trader's children, he was even allowed to receive tutoring alongside them as well. As his sixteenth birthday began to draw near he started accompanying his parents on the trade caravans and once the day hit he accompanied his last caravan into Velt, and stayed when the caravan returned. At this point he set out into the world, traveling through Velt continuing to work as a mercenary to fund his wandering. He would eventually cross over into Thaln, where his first encounter with the Iron Rose Knights would occur.

He'd encountered a group of brigands on the road, brigands that had already been targeted by a small group of Iron Rose knights already. The initial brigands had been dealt with but Ian and the knights had confused eachother for enemies. Ian had come out of the fight on top, besting the knights one on three, it was then that the leader of the group offered him a place within the order.

Equipment: Light plate armor designed to allow for a wide range of movement, A pair of Towershields each about two feet wide and almost as tall as he is, A crossbow, And a waraxe.

Skills: Ian's unique fighting style has him using a towershield in each hand, utilizing the heavy shields not only for protection but to pummel his opponents. He is surprisingly agile when using them and can swing them rather easily. When not using his shields his fighting style switches to one reliant on agility, dodging strikes rather than blocking them. Alternatively, Ian is quite skilled with a crossbow.

[User] "I'm strong." Christina said, her breath making tiny ripples in the water. "I have a shield, and I know some protection magic." She punctuated the end of her explanation by sinking further into the water, so only her nose and eyes stayed visible. She blew a single bubble of air from her mouth, looking for all the world like a bored child.

[Assistant]
Marianne Delacroix

After having listened to Sir Garrett's dark story, Marianne and her maids made not a sound. Unmoving and expressions stoic as they all processed just what it was that he had told them. Marianne thought to defend herself and other magic users, but as Sir Garrett had shared such a personal and intimate story with them, she thought it to be disrespectful and rude to the memory of his sister. Thankfully, Marianne had eaten more than enough for her to be satisfied. Her appetite lost as she looked down to the table. She thought to perhaps express her sorrow and condolences to Sir Garrett, but thought that would reopen old wounds. At least, the ones she hadn't already unintentionally opened already for her comrade.

She bit her lip as she thought hard to herself, long strands of her hair falling over her shoulder to conceal part of her face as she did. She couldn't imagine the heartbreak she would experience if one of her brothers or other family members was to commit such an act. Brushing the strands out of her face and tucking them behind her ear, she looked back up to Sir Garrett. It was disorienting to see such a formidable man with all of his bulk act in such a way. The story his eyes told, his body language, and his tone of voice. It all painted the picture of a hurt man. A man betrayed by a loved ones in such a way that he condemned large general populations and cultures of people. She couldn't blame him for the way he thought and felt. Perhaps if such a thing were to ever happen to her, she may have been the same way. It made their relationship all the more awkward, though she felt oddly flattered that he was comfortable enough to share that tidbit with her and confide in her. Marianne wondered if he had ever done so for anyone else.

A maid stepped forth and gently touched at Marianne's shoulder, shaking her from her thoughts.
"Lady Marianne. You should retire to your chambers." The senior maid suggested.
Straightening in her seat, she looked at Sir Garrett and then to her maids.
She nodded her head, silently.
As Marianne stood, the senior maid pulled her chair out for her.
With a slight polite bow of her head, Marianne bade her good nights to her fellow Iron Rose Knight.
"It is getting rather late. Here is where we'll have to part ways, Sir Garrett. Thank you for joining me for dinner. We must do this again sometime in the near future." she managed to say with a smile.
Turning, Lady Marianne walked away with a certain grace. Unsure if her remaining silent was the right course of action to take. As she left the room, five of her maids followed closely behind her in a single file column. The remaining two stayed behind to clean up. One cleared Marianne's side. The other stood by Sir Garrett.
"Are you finished with your meal, Sir Garrett?"
If he answered in the affirmative, then she would clear his spot for him.
If not, she would remain behind until he did.

Once the last two maids had finished their tasks, they would leave and follow after the rest. Following Lady Marianne to her chambers, where she would then bed for the night to rest for the next day. Prepared for whatever the next day brought to her and the Iron Roses.

[User]
Sult nodded, as her deft hands made her way towards the soft skin of her captain's back. Even though her face remained mostly serious, she had always secretly wanted a little sister to do this kind of stuff. Thinking for a bit she pieced an answer together.

"I am Sult. I just do things, i guess. Well met."

It was then when out of the corners of her mind, the beast of mischief sprung forth. "If you want a backscrub too, please wait. Cutest go first."

As if on cue, Sult leaned forward towards Fanilly, starting to do something more than scrubbing. She was actually massaging Fanilly. Inching closer and closer, until the back of the first was touching so slighty the front of the second.

And then she finished scrubbing, sponge in hand.

[Assistant]
Well, this all seemed to be going relatively smoothly, at least. The two new knights seemed to be knowledgeable and adept at what they did, though without seeing them in action there was only so much that could be said. For a meeting being held in a bath, this was going somewhat decently. The girl couldn't help but flinch a little, however, when she felt Sult's hands on her back. Recalling getting the same treatment by her maids, however, she swiftly relaxed.

"It's... it's very nice to meet you," she began, attempting to ignore the 'cutest go first' comment. It was embarrassing... and then... then the older girl was massaging her. The smallish blonde trailed off, cheeks burning hot with embarrassment, as she felt Sult massage her back, lean in rather close... and then be done with it.

"... I, er... well..."

It took several moments for Fanilly to regain her composure.

From there, the girl managed to talk a bit more, mostly introducing herself and asking a few more questions about the new knights' interest in the order. Anything to keep herself from becoming an embarrassed mess.

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The next day, however, was quite a different one. The sun was once again sinking low, this time casting the sky in a vast array of oranges and reds, purples and yellows. Light played off the low-hanging clouds in a dazzling display of colors.

Fanilly's maids had braided her hair. Her armor and weapons had been cleaned to their most perfect condition. Now, there was only one thing that remained for her to do. She had to proceed to the party. She'd picked a fair variety of knights to accompany her, focusing on both new knights and a few veterans as well. They had been permitted to wear any formal attire they so chose, and Fanilly had decided to request that any armor must be suited to this if it is brought along.

This, she had realized, put Tyaethe in quite a predicament. But she couldn't deny she felt some desire to see what was under the 'immortal knight's' armor. It was such a mystery, after all.

Regardless of mystery knights' looks, Fanilly felt her nervousness rising. Her training as a child had not exactly left her attending a large number of parties, though she had been to a few small affairs in the past.

This was no small affair. The Royal Castle loomed ahead, a throng of guests milling both in the castle gardens and visibly within. Fanilly had been to the castle before, but... never when it was this crowded. The walls around the castle were strong and thick, but naturally the knights had been allowed through. They were both guests, and the Iron Roses themselves, after all.

The castle itself was an impressive structure. Known as the Crown of Thaln, or the Spikes of Aimlenn, it was a rectangular building, four larger towers arranged at each corner with a much larger one in the center. It was made of a dark grey stone, decorated with white. The gardens around the castle were verdant and thriving, filled with small trees, a wide array of flowers, and small ponds. Even here, however, there were clear signs of spots where soldiers would hold their ground, in case of an attack.

But at the moment, there were no such soldiers.

Fanilly led her knights through the crowd, to the castle itself. The interior hall was wide and spacious, and a herald declared each knight's status as they entered the room. Tables of food lined the walls, men, women, and children were everywhere, adorned in finery, and guards were posted evenly about the hall.

Fanilly couldn't help but feel somewhat nervous about such a large event.

But, this was it. The princess was no where to be seen, for the moment, but Fanilly was certain that would change quite soon.

[User]
Martina Stonehammer
"Hmph..."

Martina didn't care much for formal events, really. They were always so... So formal! What was so wrong with just meeting in a tavern and having a few pints of ale, really? Why did the nobles have to be so stuffy about everything? The only reasons she was here was because her parents insisted that she be here... That, and the captain would be here soon too. She hadn't seen her for a while, and since she was about to return to the Iron Rose Knights it would be a good idea to greet her in a non-combat orientated situation.

Still, it wasn't worth her having to dress up like a surly chrysanthemum and... And mingle with the upper-class snobs. She hated the dress, really. It was too frilly and... And pink! And so impractical too! What did the nobles have against praticality anyway? Hmph...

Her eyes almost lit up when she heard the arrival of the Iron Rose Knights being announced. Of course, her expression didn't change that much; she was a dwarf after all, or at least half-dwarf. Overreacting to things is what humans did. But still, she couldn't help but scuttle over to the assembled knights... Approach the captain from behind... And give her a good old-fashioned dwarven greeting.

"Rally-ho, captain!" her voice boomed out as she gave Fanilly a hearty slap on the backside. It was almost as though the size of her voice was trying to make up for her only being around four foot six, really. "It's good to see you again, that it is!"

[Assistant]
Ian kept needlessly fidgeting with parts of his armor while he got ready for the ball. He'd honestly only ever been to formal gatherings twice before, both times as a bodyguard so going to one as a guest is going to be different. He was already having trouble with his wardrobe as the only thing that could even be considered formal that he owned was his armor, and he's spent half a day trying to make it as nice as it could be. It didn't help that Ian wasn't even aware of the ball till late morning, having missed the message since he slept in a tavern down the way a bit.

At least the armor did have a little fanciness to it, having a few colored trims and a design on the hood and cape. In fact the cape could put off a slightly regal appearance, something that would be easier if he wasn't the size of a child. Ian grumbled quietly, his size never really bothered him before, and even now it doesn't so much as the assumptions made from it, it is somewhat irritating to be confused with a child.

He sighed and shook his head, looking down at his left hand as he flexed it. He'd managed to see the healers before this whole thing. He no longer needed to keep his arm in the sling but it would be awhile before he could use his shields again. With all his things as together as they could be he set out, the last thing he grabbed was his axe, slipping it just above his tail under his cape.

Ian had his hood up throughout the walk to the castle and had intended to keep it regardless of how it would be viewed by the nobles, not that that mattered as he was startled by the announcement of their own arrival and his ears shot up, his hood falling back again. At that point putting it back up didn't matter. He took a few more steps inside and that's about as far as he made it. He just stopped at that point and looked around awkwardly, unsure of what to do with himself in a gathering like this.