[System]
Gender: Female
Species: Human
Job: Priestess Missionary
Appearance:

Name: Symphony
Gender: N/A~ Answers to male pronouns.
Species: Spirit
Job: Ayrie's Familiar
Appearance: Symphony appears as a slightly larger than average Fennec Fox with white fur and red eyes.

Name: Astoria
Gender: Female
Species: Human
Job: Priestess
Appearance:

Name: Gerrick
Gender: Male
Species: Human
Job: Priest
Appearance:

Name: Darrin
Gender: Male
Species: Human
Job: Priest
Appearance:

[User]
Ayrie appreciated Asran's concern, she felt she could handle it, it would just take time to get used to. When he handed her the plastic card she stared at it, then put it in a hidden pocket on her dress.

"Thank you." She said simply. She felt nervous, as if things were moving too quickly, but she took a moment to take a deep breath and center herself. Squaring her shoulders and trying to produce an air of confidence out of her nerves.

[Assistant] Asran smiled a little, and leaned in to whisper. "It's okay to be nervous Ayrie. Hell I'm nervous for you," he said. Then pat her on the back gently before leading her down the hallway where a iron cast barred door blocked the path. A guard waited there, and Asran showed Ayrie how to swipe her card to open the gate. When they were through Asran lead her to a quiet office that was empty save for a desk. The office had a view of the outside bay. Along with a holy symbol resembling what Ayrie had on the wall. Though it had zero power to it which Asran made sure of. Otherwise, he wouldn't be able to visit her at work. "Decorate this place however you'd like. The symbol was a gift from me. So don't worry it's got no real power to it. It's mostly just for decoration."

[User]
"That was nice of you." Ayrie said, running her fingers over the familiar symbol. It had always reminded her of a flower, the way the lines began in the middle and worked their way out like petals. "I think I can make this work..."

She twirled around the room, picturing what she'd like to add to it. Not looking where she was going she bumped into Asran, catching herself on his shirt sleeve.

"Oh! I'm sorry." She blushed.

[Assistant] Asran held Ayrie gently when she bumped into him. His heart was racing a bit as he could smell her soap mixed with her natural scent. "I'm fine, are you okay? Didn't hurt anything falling for. I mean into me," he asked. He blushed as he had inadvertently tried making a really bad pun.

[User] "I'm okay..." Ayrie said, not moving away. This feeling was dangerous, and it made her heart beat fast. She had been through so much the last couple days, it was nice to just be close to someone. The fact that that someone happened to be Asran just felt better. "I mean I feel like an idiot but I'm okay."

[Assistant] Asran smirked, and gently pat Ayrie in the shoulders. He needed to back off a step before things became serious. 'I mean come on. We've barely known each other for a week if even that.' This overly odd attraction he felt towards her was getting to be too much, much to much. "Well anyways, I'm gonna get going I've got stuff to do and some rest to catch up on, You know how it goes running a city," he said quickly barely taking any breaths as he spoke. Then carefully, but quickly excused himself fleeing out the door.

[User]
'I'm such an idiot.' Ayrie thought to herself watching Asran leave. 'Of course I can't expect him to flirt with me, no matter what this strange attraction feels like to me. I'm nobody.'

She sighed and moved to the desk, sitting in the chair and propping her feet on the desk. She spent a few moments staring out the window, then got up and decided to start planning her decorations. She didn't know when she would be needed, but she assumed she would get some sort of sheet that told her who was next in line. After spending a few minutes imagining her office, she stepped out and went to find someone to tell her what was next.

[Assistant]
Asran practically ran all the way back to his office. When he collapsed in his chair he was panting, and then slammed his head into the desk. "God I'm such an idiot," he said. Someone across from him started giggling rather loudly. "yes comrade Gluttony I'd have to agree with that," a familiar female demonic voice said. They had a slight Russian accent that was enough to hear it, but also understand what they said. "Wrath... What the hell are you doing here," he said moving his head to look up at the woman sitting across from him. She was wearing leather bikers attire with a red tube top, and a pair of aviator sunglasses in her jackets breast pocket. She had a leather hat with a chain over the rim, atop windswept blond hair. "What I can't visit a friend," she asked shrugging. "Not when you didn't announce you were coming. So who are you hiding from this time?" The woman looked away, "why do I have to be hiding from someone. I could just genuinely want to see you." Asran very visibly rolled his eyes at the demon lord across from him. "Oh please, give me a little more credit than that," he said.

Lady Wrath looked away toying with her hands nervously. "To be honest comrade Pride is worried about you. He sent me here to check on you see if you are okay. The anniversary is coming up after all." Asran looked away from wrath after raising his head off his desk to lean back in his chair. "I'm fine," he said firmly. "You don't seem fine, you've let priests into your kingdom. Let them shamble around unimpeded even helping them. Did you forget what," Wrath stopped herself from finishing that sentence. As the look Asran gave her was one she envied as the pure rage on his face made even her frightened.

"I'm sorry," she said. Asran let out a deep sighing breath as he rubbed at his forehead. "I'm fine Wrath, you don't need to worry so much," he said. Wrath just nodded, "I know you say you are. But, until I can make sure I am staying here. Along with filling a complete report for Pride to be satisfied with as well." Asran was tired very tired so he didn't bother arguing. Especially since he knew Wrath loved to argue, "How long do you think it'll be?" Wrath just shrugged as even she wasn't sure. "Great... I'll set you up in the guest house I have," he said shutting his eyes.

"Don't worry so much Asran, things will be over before you know it. Plus I can help you take out those priests. No need to thank me," she said. "Zotova don't even think about it. You'll only cause me trouble if you do that. I have things handled," he snapped. Zotova just let out an amused purr only to earn a hissing growl back from Asran. "Don't Zotova, you know I'm stronger than you. Don't make me hurt you," He said still growling. Only for Zotova to boop him on the nose with a finger. "Not as weakened as you are right now. It'd be like drowning a sack of kittens to beat you as you are. You keep refusing to eat your staple food. Hmm, maybe feeding you those priests will do you some good. Starting with that priestess, I'm sure with how long you've been around her. The thoughts crossed your mind a few dozen times alrea," Zotova was interrupted by Asran slamming his fists into his desk. Making the whole thing tremble. "Don't, even, think, about, it," Asran said his eyes glowing.

[User]
Ayrie was settled into what seemed like an interrogation room. It was the only place safe enough for her to meet with the prisoners on her list today, as they were some of the worst. Her yellow dress stood out starkly against the grey walls of the room, making her look like a daffodil in a dark cave. She had seen three so far, all to the same end- none of them wanted to confess or have their last rights. They wanted to frighten her, as a result her determination was waning as she asked for the last prisoner of the day to be brought to her.

The next man was sent in in chains, wearing a browm jumpsuit with numbers printed on it. His face gave her the worst impression, his eyes were dark brown with circles beneath, and there were scars on his face.

"Hello... Samuel." Ayrie said, looking at her sheet. "My name is Ayrie. I'm here to offer a place for safe confession, and if you'd like final rights."

The man just smiled at her, his eyes hungry and crazed. "Helllo Ayyyrie." He drawled.

"Please, have a seat. Guard, you may wait outside, with the door open please." Ayrie said brightly, trying not to allow the man to get under her skin. He just smiled wider, almost as if this was exactly what he wanted. The guard, smarter than the average muscle for hire, sat the man down and shackled him to the chair.

"You look like a nice lady. What are you doing here?" Samuel asked, his smile never leaving his face.

"I told you. Confessions and last rights. Is there anything you'd like to talk about? Any regrets you have?" She was still trying to project an air of aloof kindness.

"I regret not taking a woman like you to my shack." He said, his voice rising as he spoke. "I regret allowing the last one to live long enough to escape and tattle on me! I regret..."

"Guard!" Ayrie shouted. Her heart was beating fast as the man stared at her, still shouting his regrets at her as she stood and backed away.

It took too long for the guard to arrive, it felt like ages to Ayrie. He finally did and got the man unshackled from the chair and pulled him from the room, still shouting obscenities at her.

"Ohh my god..." Ayrie whispered, taking a gasping breath. She stood there for some time, composing her emotions as best as she could. When she was finally able to move she went straight to her office, grabbed her things, and bee lined for the exit to the prison. She swiped her card to leave and gave the guard a teary smile as she left, practically running outside to the taxi that was waiting for her.

[Assistant]
After Zotova left her cackling laugh rang in his head. She had gotten under his skin tore an anger fueled reaction from him. She always loved seeing what strings she could pull to get her fellow sin lords enraged. Which was usually why she fled here to hide from them. Damn his kindness, and her ability to take advantage. "Dammit," He sighed out. He leaned against his desk, and set his face into his hands. He was so tired now, twice more than he had been before.

When he got a call Asran answered on the third ring. "Hello," he asked cooly. What he heard made him shoot out of his chair knocking it over. "What! Get that prisoner into the holding pen. I'll come there to collect him, personally."

[User]
The taxi dropped Ayrie off in front of Markus's temple, as she didn't yet feel like faving the priests. She went to the courtyard and sat on a bench, still jumping at every little sound. She felt like she would zap anything that came into her path, so she decided to sit and meditate for a while. Seeing that it was nearly dinner time, she didn't have much longer before the priests came out in search of her, but she wasn't nearly as afraid of them as she was of hurting someone.

"Ayrie? What are you doing here?" Markus asked softly, standing at a distance as if he could sense her fear.

"Markus... I-i didn't know where else to go..." Ayrie said, tears finally falling from her eyes. "I just h-had the w-worst day..."

"Oh, my dear." He sat beside her, putting his arm comfortingly behind her to allow her to rest her head. "Tell me. What can I do to help you?"

Ayrie thought for a few moments, using the time to compose herself.

"Teach me something to defend myself." She said. "I need to know more defensive magics. Something to bind, maybe, and silence." She spat the last word out as if it were an attack.

"Of course my dear. Let us begin." He stood and motioned for her to follow him inside, where they went inside a practice room that he had heavily sheilded. "Anything you do in here stays in here. You cannot harm me, nor can I harm you, and nothing can escape. We will begin with a binding spell..."

[Assistant]
When Asran got to the prison his blood was practically boiling. He flashed his credentials, and swiped his pass at the check points. Making his way deep inside the prison to the special holding pen. It was like a drunk tank the man who'd verbally assaulted Ayrie was there. Looking at Asran with a smug look of amusement. "So, that tasty doll was your piece of meat? Man wait till it gets to the others. We are gonna have so much fun with her. I can't waste to taste her flesh when I get out," he said laughing. Only to hear the door be torn off the hinges cutting his laugh short. He looked at the mayor fear replacing the mug expression quickly. "No, no, I'm sorry I'm sorry I didn't know she was yours. I didn't know please," he begged.

Asran walked out of the prison wiping blood off his face, and hands with a moist towel. "How was it," one of the guards asked chuckling. "Disgusting, but filling," he said with a scowl. The guard nodded as he regained his stony stance.

Asran made his way to the one place he had a feeling Ayrie would have gone. He waited outside of the training room. He didn't notice he had blood on his shirt.


[System]
Appearance:

Malkai is fairly short, five feet by six inches, and not particularly muscular despite his heritage. His hair is long and braided into dreadlocks, but he's otherwise clean shaven. His body is decorated in scars and tattoos, most of them animal imagery but also words written in Druidic. One word on his right arm spells out "Wild" and another on his left arm is "Fury". While Malkai's attire tends to change based on the situation, he's rarely seen without his mask. It's a "Totem Mask" made of Iron Wood, adorned with horns and tusks. It's a magical mask which alters with Malkai's appearance when he wild shapes (if he do desires), and allows him to communicate in his animal form using the languages he knows.

Malkai's standard dress is hide armor adorned with bones to provide a bit of extra armor. He typically goes shoeless, though he does wear fur-lined leggings to keep his lower body warm. They only go up to his thighs. Malkai has notable sharp claws on his fingers, strong enough to slash his foes, but he also has a greataxe as a personal weapon. Malkai has a dagger made of bone as a backup weapon, and a longbow on the off chance he needs to handle range combat.
Age: 27

Race: Half-Orc

Class: Barbarian/Druid

Biography: Malkai was left in the forest as a child. His mother was a prostitute who had serviced an orcish warrior, and so she left her bastard son to the wilds. The cries of the young babe attracted the attention of wild creatures, and wild elves. These wild elves were a forest people, druids, but not keepers of harmony. No, they were a force of nature. Where some kept peace in their land these elves sought to spread the natural fury of the world upon those who would challenge it. And they sensed that fury within the infant child, who's cries were like a roaring wind; loud and powerful.

Malkai's early childhood was spent as little more than an animal. He learned how to hunt and survive instead of how to read and write. While he eventually learned his naive tongue, he rarely used it to communicate with others, and his charm would leave much to be desired. But he grew strong and tough, at least enough to survive in the wilderness on his own. As he grew older, the druids came back to Malkai, and taught him to tame the beast within him. The druids taught him their ways, their tenants and their powers. Unlike other druid circles they were not bound to nature nor did they fear civilizations; they held no sway over them than they could the winds or storms.

As Malkai grew older and stronger, he too eventually chose to leave the forest and mountains he called home and explored the land, as other druids of his circle often did. He would see the world, both in it's natural and man-made form, and learn that the chaotic forces of nature often manifests itself in strange ways. He gathered fortune and renowned, but in the grand scheme of things he was naught but a single drop in the ocean of the world, a single leaf in a grand tree. So Malkai sought greater challenges, seeking quests and tasks which his skills could conqueror. He wanted to shake up the world.

[User]
What Falchion would find as the bird flew deeper and deeper into the darkness of the hole was the now dead dwarf Jarvis. His body was broken but something was odd. The body was adjusted with it's hands resting on it's chest with his hammer in his hands and his shield beneath him. As if someone put him to rest. The chalice was no where to be seen either. The only thing that could be spotted was the gargoyle that fell with him. Problem was it was cut by some type of sword. Something more to let the others know about. That they were not the only ones in this temple. Someone else was here and who it was was uncertain. However, it did have some respect for the dead however.

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 Up above where the fighting was Vivian had climbed on top of the monsterous spider she had summoned. It had bitten down on the gargoyles head and continued to put pressure on the bite. Vivian rose up a hand and pressed it down on the spider. "Magic Fang!!." Which blessed the spiders fangs giving it more strength until finally the gargoyles head crushed under the weight. With that she turned to see Malkai charging at the gargoyle that cut her off from Catarina. The gargoyle wasn't the only one that found itself impale by him but one other gargoyle tried to intercept despite it being futile. It was crushed under the weight of the mastodon as if it hadn't been there at all. Malkai likely didn't even feel it.

 Surprising they had actually won this fight.... Catarina's opponent had tried to swipe at her. Twice to be exact but her shield deflected the blows and it's point sent the creature back a couple of steps. This process caused it to stumble a little giving her the opening to cut it down with Domina. With that being the last Gargoyle the room was once more quiet. With the remains of the gargoyles strone about. Parts of the interior had also taken damage from the event. Cracks within the wall where the spider had slammed it's opponent into it. A few of the inanimate statues were destroyed caught in the blast of Vivian's fireball. Then there was the path Malkai took to get here.

 Vivian did not care at all about the temples condition. This was a temple of evil after all. She knew her spider would go back to the dimension where it came soon so she slid from atop it and moved to the railing and looked into the hole. She had sighed and wondered if there was a chance the dwarf had survived the fall. She decided not to think about it. Doing so standing here would do no good. She proceeded down the stairs to the lower level where the chalice had been. She noticed that new stairs had formed downward. Meaning there was more to this temple then what was seen from the surface. "How big is this place....."

[Assistant]
Two strikes bounced off Catarina's shield, giving the fighter an opening to impale the beast through the chest with a stab of her sword. The creature came to a halt, possibly dead as she pierced it's heart. But then again, Catarina didn't know if these stony monsters had hearts. Or any organs for that matter. Did they even bleed? She was about to find out. Yanking her sword out forcefully, Catarina spun on her heel and chopped off the Gargoyle's head in a single swing. Sure enough, no blood, just stones. Catarina learned something new today.

Looking back she noticed that Malkai had somehow turned into an elephant. Catarina didn't know much about magic of magecraft, but she was fairly certain that turning into animals were classic druid magic. Malkai didn't strike her as a druid of all things. She'd expect Vivian to be one, what with being an elf, but as Catarina mulled on it for a few more seconds she supposed it should have been obvious. The lack of metal armor, the big bird, the wooden mask. She just dismissed him as a regular barbarian. Granted, she didn't exactly think better of him just because he was a druid. He was still an off-putting man, and now Catarina wondered what other secrets he was holding back. Why couldn't people just be honest with each other?

Regardless, the last of the gargoyles were quickly dispatched with the combined efforts of Vivian's magic spider and Malkai being an elephant. Catarina followed Vivian down the stairs, noticing a new path leading downwards. Catarina would have made a quip insulting the dwarf if she didn't see his body laid up near a corner. It would appear that he had died, and Catarina wasn't one for speaking ill of the dead. Though she was curious: She had imagined that the dwarf would have gone out fighting, weapon in hand and blood all over him, possibly torn to pieces. But right now the dwarf looked rather peaceful, almost as if someone had laid him to rest. It couldn't have been one of them; they were too busy fighting the gargoyles. Was someone else here?

Without the dwarf dismissing her paranoia, Catarina made her thoughts known. "Don't you think it's a bit odd for the dwarf to be laid out like that? I could understand it if one of us had done him those honors, but we were fighting the gargoyles. And those things don't seem to be the type to give much respect to the fallen. You don't... Perhaps someone else is here? Would they also be looking for the chalice?" The fact that the chalice wasn't here made Catarina even more paranoid. Trapping the cup made sense; classic dungeon design right there. Rigging it in such a way that it would be further away once the trap was sprung was also something she expected. But last she checked, they were the only ones here.

Unless... There was another group that had come here before. Catarina tried to wrack of mind to remember if another group had come here by the request of the mage's guild. But Catarina couldn't remember. She was almost certain that the temple had only recently revealed itself, so surely the mage guild wouldn't have already sent people inside before them. And surely they couldn't have come afterwards; the doors had closed on them the moment the chalice was disturbed. but then Catarina remembered that orcish warrior from before. What if she wasn't alone? That would explain why she left the group at night. It wasn't because she was so arrogant that she'd go in alone. But that she already had others waiting for her. So Catarina came to the conclusion that the orc's other party came in here first. That would explain why the orc was found dead, because she triggered a trap that the others would avoid. They likely also avoided the darkmantles by coming in when they were probably asleep or something. Or maybe they were eaten, and now there was only one or two survivors left. They knew they couldn't take the chalice without a trap triggering, and thus they waited for Catarina and the others to activate the trap first, then take the chalice during the confusion.

"We have to hurry! Someone must have taken the chalice!" Jumping to conclusions, Catarina quickly sped herself up ahead of Vivian, though still careful to avoid any more traps in the form of long hallways, trip wires, and pressure plates on the stairs.


[System]
Age: 24
Archon of: Air

Physical Attributes
Apearance: The first apparent thing about Derek is that he is quite thin. At 6 feet and 140 pounds, he is fairly bony. He keeps his hair fairly short, and generally carries himself with a confident stride.
Physical Weaknesses: Because of his lack of muscle mass, Derek is unable to make bursts of strength. He also is not very durable, and can't take many hits before going down.
Physical Strengths: Derek is incredibly quick and agile. Having grown up as a thief, he was forced to learn to be mobile. He also has incredible reaction time, and has fairly good aim.

Mental Attributes
Personality: If Derek can be summed up in one word, he is headstrong. He has a history of reckless behavior, and is hard to be swayed from a course of action. He also can be fairly impish, and isn't above pulling a joke over on someone. However, he is good at heart, and will do what he think is right, even if it interferes with a carefully laid plan.
Likes: Practical jokes, stealing from rich, time with friends, Painting
Dislikes: Self-righteousness, hot weather, Being ordered around
Phobias: Losing his Freedom, Letting his friends down, Dying

Background
Biography: Derek was raised in the mega city of Neo-Seattle. As a young child, he lived with his parents. His mother had inherited a large wealth, and his father, secretly the Archon of air, was also a bit of a tinkerer. Derek spent the early years of his life learning from his father. He was taught how to tinker himself, and learned some basic acrobatics. When he was eight, a bomb went off at his home, destroying everything and everyone inside except a few of his father's relics. Fortunately, Derek was not there at the time. With only a few of his father's relics, and none of his mother's wealth, Derek was left to fend for himself on the streets. During this time, he found that he was an excellent thief. In the years since then, he has become the finest thief in Neo-Seattle.

Combat Information
Typical form of combat: Midrange, Hit and Run
Preferred Team Role: Scout, Fast attack
Weapon:
Derek wields twin pistols owned by his father. When controlling his power, he can fire condensed air blasts that shred his enemies as well as regular bullets.

Unique Equipment: A prototype glider created by his father, which he stores in a backpack. He can use his power to fly with this glider.

[User]
Maya frantically clasped her arms around Calvin's waist to keep from flying off the back as the motorcycle revved to life and lurched forward, spinning a spray of gravel into the air behind it. Her stomach twisted in knots as they raced across the rugged terrain. She wasn't particularly fond of trusting a stranger to drive her, especially when they were zipping along at an unsettling speed. She felt as though one slight bump in the road might send her crashing into the darkness. She clenched her eyes shut to block out the dust and wind. Over the loud engines, the Water Archon picked up bits and pieces of conversation –something about navigational plan and flipping-a-bitch. I better not be the bitch they're flipping…whatever that means.

 After what felt like days, the bikes finally slowed as they approached and entered a large hanger. The harsh glow of artificial light greeted the scout troupe. White light bled into the black abyss outside and quickly dissipated into the shadows. With some help from Calvin, Maya eagerly hopped off the motorcycle. Her legs wobbled slightly beneath her as blood circulation returned to her lower extremities. Maya quickly resumed her regal demeanor with head held high and shoulders pushed back. She tugged at her jacket, straightening it out in a formal fashion and then brushed her fingers through her wind-whipped hair in attempt to loosen the tangles. She brushed dirt off of her leggings while gazing around the vast building, checking for any impending threats. People meandered about, but she could not immediately pick out a man in charge, or at least, that was until a masked teenage boy with unnaturally bright orange hair waltzed right up to her.

 "Welcome to the Circus, miss. I'm Fuma. Who might you be?" inquired the lad. Even though Maya couldn't see through the black and white mask, she sensed that the boy was smiling. His appearance left her momentarily speechless. For once, someone else's hair outmatched hers in ridiculousness.

 "Hello Fuma," she greeted slowly, making more eye contact with Fuma's hair than eyes (or eye holes for that matter), "My name is Qiada Maya Lavandula, but please, just call me Maya. So, uh, could you please direct me to whoever is in charge around here?"

[Assistant]
Calvin goes about debriefing his team to preserve order of events, and promptly returns the Roamer bikes back to their assigned stations. Without the presence of the many officers, Fuma senses the interaction seem to relax. At least, for him it seemed that way. He observes the woman's expressions and posture as she takes in his appearance. Yeah... He knows he looks different. But he always assumed it was a generally non-threatening appearance at the very least.

 "Hello Fuma," the lady finally spoke, and more sighed out the words rather than said them.

She's still staring at me funny... I understand, but wow. She's more confused than Selah was.

 "My name is Qiada Maya Lavandula, but please, just call me Maya. So, uh, could you please direct me to whoever is in charge around here?"

Whoops, she continued. Ummmm Kaida Maya Lava Plooda- crap I wasn't paying attention. This is awkward. Fuma straightens a bit as she clarifies her shorter name, and poses the question of authority. Well that's interesting, typically they want to avoid the highest level of authority on this planet. The attentions of "the boss" are not something to be treasured or longed for. It's a brutal reality, that everyone is a pawn to be used and discarded. If no one notices you, you can't be discarded. It's a fine art, the ability of being average. Don't be so good as to get noticed, but don't be so BAD you get noticed. A game of push and pull, success and failure, that must cancel out until your existence is simply erased. No impact whatsoever. It's rumored to be a nice feeling, but Fuma wouldn't know anything of the sort.

 "Good to finally meet you, Miss Maya. The scouts certainly took their time escorting you- and CALVIN didn't even give you a jacket on the ride here... Unacceptable. Well, at the very least I should answer your question. The authority figure of which you seek, would be me."


[System]
Age: Appears 28
Race: Chatilian
Home Planet: Strarvis DUV, Galaxy Sagitta Aegimius
Skills: To be roleplayed
Hobbies: Enjoys reading, Blacksmithing, Going out to bars
Job: Strarvis Yakuza
Rank: Lieutenant of the Strokath Family
Likes: A good drink, working with fire, keeping fashionable
Dislikes: Tbr
Appearance:

[User]
Cel sat down behind Xael and ran his hand through his hair. It seemed like it was still turning black. He sighed then buckled in. "Don't worry about it. When I find out what's going on you'll be the first to know." He winked at her then tightened the belt, knowing how crazy Ursa would be driving. The cold embraced his arm again, slowly moving up his arm again, but stopping at his shoulder. "Just fuck off." He muttered to himself. Ursa started up the ship and started playing her music as they flew through the void, dodging everything that came at them. Seeing what Orion and Xael where doing, Cel got up when he had a moment to breath and took off for the lasers and shield. He heard Ursa call for him and Orion to hop on the laser. "I'm way ahead of you!" He hollered back.

Once he found the controls, Cel felt more comfortable. "Now this is what I like!" He pulled up the focus and started to aim. Blasting everything that came their way. One after another, ship by ship, he was hitting. The laser wasn't strong enough to destroy any of the ships, but it was enough to disable. Normally at this speed he would miss a few times, but each shot was hitting its mark. Almost as if something was guiding his hand. The cold creeped up his other arm again stopping at his shoulders.

Out of nowhere though, the stars started to shoot buy faster and faster. "They must have gotten the hyperdrive going. I should go check on the others again and make sure everyone's okay." Cel stood up and started to make his way back to the cockpit, but his legs started to give out on him. The shiver returned and the cold started to engulf his whole body again. "What.... is happening to me." he studdered then fell to his knees. He looked at his hands then at the glass in front of him. Though it wasn't much, he could see the reflection of himself and the gold figure behind him. It was taking more of a form. It looked humanoid but also Alien. Cel only caught a glimpse of the figure before the rest of his body gave out and fell to the floor. His vision blurred but before he passed out, he could see the faint figure of someone. Maybe someone real. "Damn it." Cel grunted before passing out.

[Assistant]
The large plasma cloud that Orion pointed to made Ursa squirm, her voice slightly scratchy, "Probably could get through it, but the ship doesn't need the extra damage."

With Orion putting in some coordinates and setting the ship to autopilot Ursa changed the temperature back to normal before she stood up, stretching slightly. She rubbed her neck, "I suppose I can take first watch..I am still burning off some energy from the chase."

She watched as Orion took off with Ace and walked over to her hat turning it around so that she could push her bangs out of her face before she looked over at Xael, "Thanks for the directions, and the ship. I know having us bums join you probably wasn't what you were planning today."

She gave the girl a once over, wanting to mention what happened earlier with her eyes when she figured she should go check on Cel. He was her friend after all and he seemed to be struggling with something physically. She pointed to the door, "I'm just gonna go check on long locks. Want to keep an eye out for a few minutes."

At Xael's response she smiled walking towards the hallway connecting the cockpit to the weapons station, "Cel? You all..CEL?"

She looked over to see Cel with thick black hair and a gold alien-like shimmering just near him. She pulled out one of her guns and narrowed her eyes, "GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM HIM JACKASS! You don't know me but I can promise you I am one hell of a good shot. So unless you want one between the eyes. I suggest to you. STEP. BACK."

She was deadly serious, and the creature seemed to take her warning honestly before it leaned down slowly towards Cel. She prepared to shoot it as it prepared to strike her but instead it began to fuse into Cels form. She watched in silence before it disappeared inside her friend, "What the f.."

As soon as it was gone she re-sheathed her weapon and ran to Cel falling to her knees as she rolled him onto his back pushing his hair out of his face, and leaning his head back so she could feel for a breath, "You better not be dead...you little. Oh, thank Cthulu."

She put her ear to his chest, sighing when she heard a heartbeat. She sat up resting a hand on her knee as she looked over him, leaning down to tap his cheek, "Cel?? Handsome?? If you wake up now I'll show ya my jugs??"

Cel would probably be over the moon for that or at least disturbed by her use of the word jugs, but he didn't seem to hear her, meaning he was completely out of it. She pulled off Orion's jacket and placed it under his head as she stood up moving back towards the cockpit. She called out to Xael, "Hey Xael? Uh.. Cel is passed out in the hallway, and I think, mind you not being dead sober, that a gold alien being just was vacuumed into his body. Do you have a med bay or can you help him? I'm worried.."

She motioned the girl over, looking down at Cel as she placed her head on his forehead to feel his temperature, "He feels cold, but that may be because of the temperature."

She didn't lie to Xael she was worried. She didn't love Cel like a brother, but as criminal relationships go, they had a solid one. She didn't want to see him hurt.

She looked over at Xael, "I'm gonna go let Orion know what's happened. Just in case we have another stowaway hiding on here. Can you stay with him? Okay..I'll be right back."

She headed down the hallway, unsure where to go when she heard some music. She followed it, pausing as the voice of a woman could be heard inside. She was about to interrupt when she realized it was a recording. She waited until the second song played before she came in, walking over to find Orion about to fall asleep, "Yo...Sexy pants. Sorry to ruin your sleep but Cel just fell unconscious and an alien-looking motherfucker just leeched into him. I don't know if there are more of them on this ship, but I figured I should tell you. Xael's with him now but I don't know if she has any med skills?"

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"Sure I'll keep an eye. He's probably just being dramatic about that his hair is turning black or something..."

Xael smiled to herself slightly, relaxing once the ship seemed to shift to autopilot and also began to warm up. The warmth was comforting despite she didn't really need it for survival. She reached down, her long slender fingers unbuckling the harness which was holding her into her seat. Her eyes flashed across the dash, ensuring the artificial gravity was activated as well. Once she felt everything was fine, she leaned back slightly, watching the galaxies around them as the ship made it's way to Orion's ship likewise.

It seemed like only a few seconds had passed before Ursa was called for Xael to come see Cel, stating he was passed out in the hall. Xael's brow furrowed and she got up, and continued toward Ursa as she kept speaking. She had said she thought a weird golden alien had been vacuumed into Cel's body. Xael's eyes shifted to a slight sideways glance, feeling confused and unsure about what Ursa was really talking about.

"I'm not sure what you mean by a golden alien? Like... someone else was here? Or was it just... like... a fuzzy image? Could you have imagined it?"

She waited for Ursa to respond, and when she did, Xael chewed her lower lip. After a few moments of Xael looking at Cel passed out, Ursa said she was going to tell Orion, and got up to leave. This left Xael and Cel alone, despite his unconscious state. She knelt down next to him and leaned in, listening to breathing. She assumed though by how Ursa was reacting, that he was alive. Warm breath caressed her cheek so she leaned back up again to look him over. Nothing seemed to be wrong on his body. No injured she could see flat out, he looked a bit pale, but was regardless of trauma or not. Again, her brow furrowed together. She figured she would try to wake him up again while she waited for Ursa to come back.

"Cel...?" She said gently, reaching out to grip both of his arms just below to the shoulder, and shook him carefully. "There's something we need to talk to you about. You should probably open your eyes..."

While waiting for him to give any type of response, Xael stood up and shifted toward a wall of cabinets a few feet away. She opened up a tall skinny one, pulling out a heating blanket and some cleansed water. She shut the cabinet door and returned to kneel next to him. First, she propped him up carefully against the wall into a seated position, put the blanket over top of him, and then opened up the water.

With the water cylinder open, she poured some into the palm of her hand and wet Cel's face slightly. She then leaned back on her heels and watched him again.

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As his vision went black, a new picture started to appear. It almost looked like it was back home on Phobos. His house full of people. Everyone he had once known, alive again. "What is going on here? I though this place was destroyed?" Cel walked around and checked every room. His bedroom was clean with the bed made and ready for himself and maybe a lucky lady. Cel laughed to himself then sat on the bed. "It's been awhile since I've brought anyone back to this room. To busy nowadays. Thought Ursa would end up in here last time we finished a mission together." He looked around again then sat in his blue reading chair. "That would have made things weird between us. Plus I hate sleeping around now anyways. If I'm with someone I'm going to make it special."

Cel closed his eyes and took a deep breath in. The air was salty and the sounds around him changed. He was now sitting on a lawn chair on the beaches of earth. "How did I get here? What is happening?" Cel stood up, and watched as his feet sank into the sand a bit. The feeling was warm and grainy, but it still felt nice. He walked down to the water and waded around for a bit. The water was cold but refreshing. The air around wisped through his hair. Birds flew all over trying to dive and catch a fish or crabs. Out of the corner of his eye, Cel could see Ursa, Xael, and Orion playing in the water. They waved and beckoned him to come closer and play. "This is very strange. Am I dead?" He though to himself then started to make his way closer to the others. "Whatever it is, I think I like it here. No stress, no blown up world, no strange golden... think standing behind me."

Right as he was about to reach him, Cel could faintly hear someone's voice. "Cel?? Handsome?? If you wake up now I'll show ya my jugs??" Only someone like Ursa would say that to him, but it wasn't the Ursa that was standing in front of him. This voice came from the sky. "Ursa don't be so vulgar. I don't need to see your breasts." He thought for a bit about the voice. It was strange that it came from the sky. Was he asleep? He couldn't remember much that happened before waking up at his house.

In a quick flash though, the setting changed from the lovely beach to a desolated field. The grass and trees around him were on fire except fot one large one standing in the middle of the field. Standing right in front of it was the golden alien like creature he saw before. Cel took a fighting stance, ready to attack at any moment. "Who are you and what do you want!?" He yelled at the creature. It turned around and just looked at him blankly. In the fire light, Cel could see most of what this thing looked like. From head to toe the creature was covered in gold with the exception for a few spots that looked to have purple. On the shoulder, the creature had what looked to be metal wings coming from it.

The creature didn't move at all and just stared at Cel. He couldn't see any threat in it and started to walk closer. Still no movement as Cel approached slowly. As he got closer though, he could see a small engraving on the tree. The fire around them roared as he inched closer and closer to the tree. The golden creature turned as Cel passed it to look at the markings. "Golden Experience." Cel spoke the words slowly, hearing both words trying to understand them. "What the hell is Golden Experience?" He looked back up at the creature. "Is that what your name is? Golden Experience?" The creature shimmered as Cel spoke the words then disappeared quickly, only to reappear behind him. "What the..?" Cel was very confused but there was no time to think. An explosion went off right in front of them, and three even stranger creatures started running right at Cel.

In no time, Cel and taken stance, ready to fight to the death. The creature behind him took the same exact stance. This surprised him, but it didn't matter right now. The attackers were right ontop of them. Cel was ready to strike as the first monster lunged at him, but instead of Cel making the punch, Golden Experience struck first. "Muda!" It said as it landed the first punch, skyrocketing the monster 20ft in the air. There was a splat as it landed and the other two monsters cowered a bit. It wasn't long though before they started to charge. Golden experience took one of them and started to punch relentlessly. "Muda! Muda! Muda! Muda!" It said over and over again as it decimated the creature. The other came straight for Cel which he in turn punched as hard as he could. He landed a couple good hits before creature hightailed it out of there. The fire started to die down as the time passed by. Cel looked at his hands and they were covered in blood from the few hits he landed. He the looked up at Golden Experience and smiled. "So you're on my side then?" no response. "Well I can't keep calling you Golden Experience because that's uuuhhh, that's a mouth full. So I guess I can call you my stand? Since you know, you stand behind me? Fuck it I don't know we'll figure it out." As Cel was talking, another voice came from the sky. "Cel...? There's something we need to talk to you about. You should probably open your eyes..."

It sounded like Xael. The stand then disappeared into Cel and a flash of light happened.

Cel shot straight up with a gasp. Xael was standing next to him. He seemed to be in some sort of medical bay. "What the hell happened. My head is pounding." He looked around for Ursa, but she wasn't there. "I just had the strangest dream. You guys were there and then there was this golden creature.. I think I called it Golden Experience? I don't know it was strange." He looked at Xael who seemed to be confused. "Where's Ursa? I need to tell her something. Plus she owes me something as well."


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Abstract: A Traveler's son who wants adventure.

Detail:

 A very tall man at 6'9", Kelsier was born to a Traveler, named Sigil and a courtesan named Seria. Not the most dignified parents to have, but he is proud of his heritage anyways. His mother had a drunkered husband who aquired a large debt and died in a street brawl, leaving her to be taken as compensation to pay his debt off. His parents met, one rainy, miserable day as the both tried to find shelter from the pouring rain. The closest spot was under a small bridge, so they both went under. They got to talking, and to pass the time, he astounded her with stories of his many travels and adventures. He made her happy like no one ever had. When the rain stopped, they went their separate ways. For the rest of the day, she could stop thinking about the dashing, hansome man with his quick wit and mischievous smile. The next day, she was taking a walk and found that here feet (and heart) has led her back to the bridge. She foolishly looked around and waited for awhile to see if she could find him again, be he was not there. She was just about to leave, when she heard someone call her name. She turned and there he was. Her heart lept with joy, though she did not know why.

 They spent the afternoon wandering around an talking more, getting to know each other. When evening came, and she had to go, they promised to meet on the bridge again. They did and this pattern continued for a week. Seven days later, they met again but she suddenly thought that if he found out what she was, he would be disgusted and hate her. Try as she might, she couldn't keep that thought out of her head. He sensed something was wrong, but he held his peace, hoping she would come out with whatever it was. Seria's anxiety grew and grew until she couldn't stand it. She shouted something half-nonsense and flead with tears in her eyes. That night, while she was at work, she got a request. She had long since hardend herself to what she had to do. But she had a surprise, in the room was none other than Sigil! Confused, she just stared at him. He chucked and explained that he had known for awhile when he had started asking around about her. He handed her a small bunch of flowers that were a gift he was planning to give her. They sat, talked and laughed and enjoyed each other's company until he had to leave.

 The next day the met by the bridge again but this time, it was Sigil who seemed worried. Their time together ended with a sunset on a hill. There, he explained that he felt he had been in one place for too long and he wanted to go back to Traveling. She understood, but she asked him to keep her company before he left. They did and in the morning, he left with a short farwell.

 Three months later, she found she was pregnant. Three more months later, and she bore Kelsier. She immediately knew that he was Sigil's with the intuition that only mothers know. This was confermed as the boy grew and resembled Sigil greatly in both looks and personality. As Kelsier grew older, Seria fell ill. To support them both, he did whatever he could to earn money, every disgusting, embarrassing, undignified job that no one else wanted to do. He even, in desperate times, became a thief and stole what they needed. By sixteen, his body was sharp and his mind far sharper. He had also started to show a wanderlust and he often dreamed about what lay outside the wall. One day, he saw a recruitment notace for the Enn Guard, trained soldiers to protect the people from threats both inside and out...or so they wanted the people to believe, the truth was, most of them were merely spoiled noblemen's sons who were pressied into servace or unwilling pesents who wanted the money more so than the work. So most of them were untrained, unwilling or surly. Not Kelsier, though. He worked at his job and did well, showing promise with the sword and spear and and a natural at hunting down and apprehending criminals. He spent five years like this, climbing the ranks to a full Captain. His massive, odd, high quality sword was made infamous by its size and sharpness. It was a gift, sent to him by a different Traveler on his sixteeth birthday. It bore a note that read:

"Son, I have heard that you have grown into a fine young man and am told that you are the spitting image of me. I know that if this is true, you will one day feel the call to Travel, like I have. This may be too big for you now, but if you do answer the Call, you will need this to protect yourself with. I wish that I could have seen you grow up and one day hope that I will get to see you.

May the road rise up to meet you.
May the wind always be at your back.
May the sun shine warm upon your face,
and rains fall soft upon your fields.
And until we meet again,
May God hold you in the palm of His hand.

-Your Father, Sigil

 Now, Kelsier is twenty-one and he feels trapped, suffocated, and bored behind the walls. Old streets are too well traveled, the routine, too well established. He once again has turned his eyes outward, to the great unknown. His chance came when he spotted a mysterious request, posted by a Traveler...

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TEAM RUTABAGA

Observing the trapped felidrake intently, Fiammetta judged that the task at hand seemed easy enough.

"Hmmph! That's it? Hardly a task worthy of a noble. Just you watch, I shall return with the largest felidrake of any of you!"

Despite what she said though, she adjusted her gauntlets and grabbed a few pieces of meat with which to bait one of the fiendishly adorable critters. And it didn't take her long to spot one as she wandered through the woods. A runt, clearly still a kitten and the smallest of the litter judging by its size and the way its empty stomach rumbled. Fearful but curious, it stuck its head out of a bush and chirped at Fiammetta. The malnourished animal eyed the meat she carried hungrily.

"Hmmm..." Fiammetta said, on the fence about offering it a piece of meat. "No, too small. It would be a disgrace for me to return to the group brandishing something so tiny. I am sorry little one, but the house of Anzivino has no time for weaklings."

A tree behind her rustled, and she caught sight of a much larger animal, almost the size of a dog. Her eyes lit up. Excellent! Truly this was a felidrake worthy of the Anzivino family name!

She approached it holding her cage in one hand and a piece of meat in another. Catching sight of her, the larger animal growled, its hair standing on edge as it prepared to pounce.

"Here~," she cooed. "Come here. Yes..."

The large felidrake hissed, but relented in the face of tasty treats. Cautiously, it sniffed the meat with interest. Fiammetta grinned.

"It's your lucky day, felidrake! You get to be captured by a noblewoman of the house Anzivino!"

She lunged for the cat, grabbing it roughly with her steel gauntlets before trying to force it into the cage. Immediately the felidrake started to bite, claw and hiss, scratching her cheek before teleporting out of her arms and kicking wet dirt in her eyes as it scrambled away with an entire cut of her meat.

"Owww!" she said as she rubbed some of the dirt from her eyes. "You... you miserable little ingrate! I offer you a chance to be a part of house Anzivino and this is how you repay me? I'll make sure you are punished for your hubris, cat. Come here, you!"

What ensued was a comically literal game of cat and mouse with Fiammetta chasing the felidrake all across the desolate patch of forest she'd chosen to search in, cussing and spitting and generally "roughing it" in a way she never thought she personally would have to stoop to.

The battle raged on until the felidrake had claimed all but the tiniest scraps of bait, leaving Fiammetta sweaty, dirty, alone, and completely defeated.

"That... stupid little cat! Mangy stray! That no-good, worthless, low-to-the-ground unappreciative son of a mother born from the bleakest- rrrrggghhhhhhh!"

She groaned in frustration, collapsing to the ground and about ready to cry. It was okay, no one would see her out here. And honestly...

"What kind of noble can't catch a single cat?!" she said, berating herself. "I can't return to the others like this... not after those things I said..."

Behind her, the tiny felidrake poked its curious little head out of a bush...

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TEAM RUTABAGA

Telio held the open cage with both hands; a felidrake returned his intense gaze with an aloof look of sheer apathy. A leaf fell from a tree, fluttering to the ground as the two rivals stared each other down. Down, down the leaf fell. Telio ignored the drop of sweat dripping from his brow. Closer and closer to the earth it fell. Telio's fingers danced over the bars of the cage, but it wasn't time to strike... until... NOW! Telio pounced just as the leaf hit the ground, but the felidrake poofed away before the iron could close around him.

Telio felt something on his head again. A furry, fanged face drifted down into his field of vision and let out the laziest "meow" he had ever heard. "Is my head really that comfortable?" he asked, and the felidrake responded by digging its claws into him, fluffing his hair, and curling up into a ball. Telio let out a sigh. By the time he caught one, he would have no time to draw! Then, he got a devious, brilliant idea. He saw the way they played with one another and vied for dominance atop those little statues. Perhaps he could kill two birds, or felidrakes, with one stone.

He immediately pulled out his art supplies, ignoring the felidrake that was purring on his head. He had stared at the thing long enough to get a good mental image. He knew the size it ought to be, the color, the texture, and those brilliant feline eyes. He put extra effort into those eyes. For all the time that he spent on that drawing, he was certain that he wouldn't be the first to catch one of the creatures -- he wasn't even sure if this would let him catch one -- but at least he would have something to show for it. When he was finished, a perfect felidrake was staring right back at him.

A sly grin on his face, Telio slipped the picture into the back of the cage and did his best felidrake impression to wake the critter on his head. It opened one eye, and then the other, and then it was standing upright on Telio's head when it saw the picture. It hissed at first, but when it's rival showed no response it popped to the ground, tentatively pawing at the cage. It had never seen a felidrake so still before, nor one with such an unwavering gaze. With a gentle boot, Telio nudged the felidrake into the cage, closed the door, and reclaimed his picture through the bars of the cage. The felidrake frantically tried to teleport out of the cage, but Telio just lifted it up, looked it dead in the eyes, and said, "My head is not a bed."


[System]
Age: looks 20
Power: Aiko has the power of healing.
Personality: Aiko is very quiet. Although she can carry on conversation, she just tends to keep to herself. When she needs to, Aiko can be very diplomatic. She makes up for being quiet with intelligence. Aiko is incredibly smart, and she enjoys learning more than anything else. From a distance, Aiko tends to come off as a snob, because she is very well-mannered and pedigreed. She acts like a princess most the time, which isn't a bad thing, but people tend to steer clear of Snobby Aiko.
Likes: Food. Aiko still enjoys human food. Learning. Quiet.
Dislikes: Music, anything really loud. Sports.
Picture:

Name: Ichiro Mori
Age: looks 18
Power: Ichiro has power of compulsion. He can make people do whatever he wants.
Personality: Ichiro is very loud and cocky. He's opinionated and blunt and straight up loud. Ichiro is very nice, though, as nice as he can be. He tends to spread compliments around on everyone, making everyone feel as great as he does. This makes him very popular. One thing Ichiro isn't is smart. Teachers love him for his sense of humor and his general personality, but he doesn't do very well in the grades department.
Likes: Books. Ichiro actually does like to read. Swimming. Girls. ;)
Dislikes: Ichiro has one huge dislike: vampires. ;)
Picture:

[User] Kikiyo glared at him "I hate the idea of marriage you really think I want to get to know you!?". Kikiyo had a cold expression on her face, she tapped her fingers against the arm rest "you should leave.....". She looked away letting out a sigh, she thought about the school she was going to, she needed to speak to her sister to see if she was alright with it all, silently she stood up.

[Assistant]
Ichiro stood slowly, done with this entire conversation. If she wanted to ve like this, he could play her game. He would find a way to get her attention with out ever speaking to her.

"As you wish, your majesty," he said with a polite smile and walked out. He caught Kai hanging around the door and bit his lip not to snap at him. "We are leaving," Ichiro said quietly to his friend, walking quickly in the direction they had come.

****

Aiko raced down the stairs, nearly running into the two men. She came to a quick stop, frowning at them both.

"Safe travels," she muttered, "We will see you both soon." With that, she ran past them and into the throne room, shutting the door behind her.

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Kikiyo wat hed her sister, she let out a sigh and closed her eyes. Kikiyo was in thought, she knew that she had to push the wedding back so that she can live in peace with her family. Silently she stood up walking to her sister "what's wrong? Aiko?". She raised her eyebrow at her sister.

Kai sighed as he walked with the prince "so how did it go my prince?". He wondered what happened in there, the prince was usually chatty but it seems thats not the case now, the princess must have angered him. He sighed as he opened the door for the passenger seat when they went outside waiting for the prince to get inside once he got inside Kai sat next to him closing the door telling the driver to drive back to the palace.

[Assistant]
"Nothing is wrong," Aiko said, going to sit down. She didn't want to anger her sister. She didn't know what she wanted. "I'm just worried is all." Honestly, she was a little worried about making the Prince mad. She had seen his face when he left. Mad didn't begin to cover what Ichiro had been. Aiko wasn't scared of the wolves, but the species were walking on a fine line between war and peace.

"How did it go?"

****

Ichiro crossed his arms.

"Stop acting like a servant, Kai. I don't need you to open doors or tell the driver where to go. I can do all that myself." He snapped. "I couldn't get through to her. But I will get her attention." He stared out the window. "I'm not sure how. But I will."

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Kikiyo sighed "he thinks i wanted to get to know him....he is aware that i hate the idea of this marrriage...he should have expected that i'd reject wanting to know him...". Kikiyo silently watched the maids "please send another glasss of blood to my room....". Silently she watched her sister "you should distance yourself from the wolves...they are dangerous and i still do not trust them...i know you are facinated by one sister".

Kai sighed as he folded his arms, he watched the prince "well i get why she rejected you....your snappy side is annoying...hm....you have a chance with her...she will be at our school and away from her home so..". The guard smiled to himself chuckling. He hoped that things would work out for the prince.

[Assistant]
"I am fascinated by the entire species," she said, taking the hint that her sister wanted to be alone. She was ready to go to her room, meaning Aiko's time was up. She stood out of her seat and walked towards the door.

"For the sake of peace, at least think about getting to know him. You're shooting him down too fast, baby sister." With that, Aiko asked the maid to prepare her a bath and left the room.

****

"For a friend, you are more often against me than for me," Ichiro muttered, rubbing his head. "You realize I can make you do whatever I want. You've seen it done. I can do it now. But you're my friend. Have been since birth. I would prefer you willingly support me."

The car came to a stop, and Kai let himself out. He walked himself to the door and into the palace. One of the maids stood by the door, grinning at him as he walked him. Most of the maids around the house fancied him.

"Little angel, would you please send word to the kitchen to have dinner ready? I'm starving," he said, touching her chin. The girl nearly fainted. Ichiro let her go and she nearly fell over herself running to the kitchen.

Ichiro knew how he would win the princess's attention. He would make her jealous.

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Kikiyo let out a sigh and walked towards her room "the werewolves are enemies no matter what.....I will never see that man as a lover or a husband....". Silently she walked to her room and let out a sigh, she watched a picture of her mother framed on her drawer. Kikiyo got undressed and got into her night gown, she wanted to rest after today.

Kai sighed "I am entitled with my own opinion prince.....im only stating the facts....usually I'm right about them". Silently he let out a sigh watching the prince worried about him.

[Assistant]
Aiko took a bath, dismissing her maids early. She wanted to be alone. The idea of going to an actual school made her stomach ache. She didn't like other people most the time. She was too quiet and too gentle. People tended to run over her. Aiko thought about the school more as she slipped into her night clothes, sitting in the giant bed.

She would be away from her sister most the day. Surely they wouldn't have the same classes. Aiko honestly didn't know what she would do outside of her protected family circle. She was sure there would be guards around, but she dreaded finding someone to talk to.

Aiko fell asleep slowly, lost in thought.

****

Ichiro spent the rest of the night ignoring Kai. It was childish to be mad at him, and even more to ignore him. But he just didn't feel like dealing with the man. He ate dinner and sent himself to bed early, tucking a book under his arm. His maids got his clothes all laid out for the next day and then left him alone.

Ichiro plotted his plan, feeling more excited by the minute. He fell asleep quickly, smiling.

[User]
Kikiyo yawned as she got up, she watched the maids as they undressed her and helped her with her uniform. Silently she put her hair in pigtails using red ribbons, she decided to style her hair differently today she always left her hair down. She grabbed her bag getting her things ready and slipped into her shoes.

The girl ran downstairs, she grabbed the glass of blood that a maid held for her she drank it letting out a sigh. She knew today was going to be a long day, she had a bad feeling about it, she walked towards the car watching it she felt weird going outside.

Kai sighed as he waited for the prince, he stood by the car holding his school bag. Silently he wondered what the prince had planned for the vampire princess.

[Assistant]
Aiko woke up to the sound of maids bustling around her room. As she stretched herself out, they all smiled at her and stood at attention. She got out of bed and let them show her how to wear her new uniform. It looked silly on her, skirt shorter than she liked and silly button up shirt. She let the maids tuck her shirt in and then dismissed them.

Aiko wanted to be more independent. She didn't like depending on maids to do her work for her. She fixed her hair down, curling it into big loose curls. She was proud of her blonde hair. It was different. Feeling confident, she left the room, taking a glass of blood from the maid outside her door.

****

Ichiro got up and let the servants dress him in his new uniform. It had been sitting on the dresser for weeks now, waiting to be worn. He didn't like uniforms. Being like everyone else really wasn't his style. But he combed and strained out his hair and went on his way anyway, grabbing food from the kitchen on his way through.

The door keeper held out his backpack for him, and he took it. Outside, Kai waited on his. Ichiro was getting real tired of this routine. He let himself into the car, giving Kai a very chipper "Good morning."

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Kagome sat in the car quietly, she looked at her school bag annoyed that she had to go to a public school she wondered how her family were feeling about this. She waited for her sister yawning a little, she was wondering what the prince would be up to especially after yesterday when she rejected his existence. Silently she closed her eyes leaning her head by the window not minding the sun.

Kai sighed as he watched the prince, he got into the car with him not saying a word. Kai wondered what the prince was up to, he had a bad feeling about this. Kai watched the driver "drive please".

[Assistant]
Aiko got in the car, giving her sister a smile. She was slumped into the window. Aiko patted her shoulder.

"Everything will be okay, sis," she said, telling the driver to go. Even she didn't want to go to this school, but she felt like being in the light. She felt like being happy.

****

Ichiro played with his hands in his lap. He wondered how many people would recognize him. He hoped they all would. Ichiro liked being in the spotlight. Plus, it would help his plan.

"I am ready, Kai," he said, giving him a smile.

[User]
Kikiyo watched her sister, she gave her a nod and closed her eyes as the driver drove towards their new school. She looked outside finding it weird to be outside and she smelt delicious.......scents.

Kikiyo sat up as they were there, she watched the driver as he opened the door for them and she jumped out grabbing her bag, she looked at her sister and walked into the giant gates of the school. She noticed males watching her, she still had that cold expression but her golden eyes stood out, she silently walked into the school it was surrounded by beautiful sakura trees and it had a giant fountain she was impressed.

Kai sighed asking the driver to go, he watched the prince and shook his head a little. He ignored the prince still annoyed at him and got out of the car straight away before the prince could speak to him when they got to the school.

[Assistant]
Niko followed her sister out of the car, a good distance behind her. She didn't want people here to know her as Kikiyo's sister. She wanted to have a name. From the gate, she watched her sister walk up to the doorway, all eyes on her. Niko decided to wait until her sister was far enough ahead and then follow. So, she did exactly that. Pleasing enough, she got a few glances, but it wasn't the same looks her sister had gotten.

She stopped in the middle of the pathway to look around. Everything was overwhelming. There were different species all here, different types of heartbeats and blood. So many different smells and sights. Aiko took a deep breath and breathed it all in.

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Ichiro followed Kai out of the car, swinging his bag over his shoulder. He was thoroughly impressed with the landscaping of the school. It was utterly beautiful. Ichiro kept his head high and followed behind his friend, smiling at the people he passed by. He caught every eye along the way, giving them his famous half smirk.

Ahead, the older princess stood by the fountain, alone, seemingly enjoying the sights and sounds. He slid up beside her, nudging her in the arm.

"Morning, Aiko," he said with a smile. She returned it pleasantly, nodding to him. "It's going to be a great day." She seemed more than a little shocked at his comment, but Ichiro ignored her look of suspicion and walked on into the school.

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Kikiyo let out a sigh as she stayed near her sister, she smiled a little at her sister as they looked around. She heard a familiar voice and scowled, she glared at the prince as he greeted her sister, she looked away avoiding the prince she did not want anyone to think that she was associated with this man.

Kai smiled at Aiko and gave her a wave, he noticed a scowling Kikiyo and gave her a warm smile. He sighed as he watched the sisters "do you two like the school? It must be weird for you guys".

[Assistant]
Aiko smiled back at Kai, sighing.

"Yes, it's different, but I really like it. I like new things," she said, moving around on her feet. The uniform felt weird, scratchy. She brushed it off, blaming it on her nerves. Glancing at her sister, she hoped the girl wouldn't follow her around all day. Kikiyo said she wanted Aiko to make friends, but Aiko never would if Kikiyo gave them all the stink eye.

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Ichiro looked around the entry way of the school, staring at everything. People stopped and turned to look at him, whispering among themselves. He gave them a smirk and pulled his schedule out of his pocket. The least he could do was be a good student while he was executing his plan. How hard would it be to find his way around the school?

Ichiro walked up the stairs onto the landing where a long hallway stretched out before him. People hurried around, trying to get places, barely paying him any mind up here. He sighed and walked forward, searching for room numbers.


[System]
Appearance: Clicky! Cute. Fuzzy. Small. Contains a surprisingly large amount of teeth. An orange tag in his ear has been half chewed off.

Interesting Physical Traits: Remarkably difficult to break. Hypoallergenic.

Personality: Alarmingly curious. If it is closed, it must be opened. If looks like food, it should be tasted. If it can be poked, prodded, nibbled, so it must be. Has a very loose and flexible understanding of what constitutes "personal space". Collects things that are interesting, although the criteria that defines whether or not something is "interesting" changes fairly often. Goes from fast asleep to frenzied and back again very quickly.

History:
"Thanks for turning up to my presentation, folks. Really appreciate it. Anyway, me and Bannon, we've been cooking up something special these past few months. Now, I know there's been set-backs, and costs too, but once you see what we've produced, you'll know it's worth the effort. The perfect pet for the coming winter holiday season! No allergic reactions, so little Timmy doesn't have to spend his Christmas morning sneezing and snuffling. Can survive a fall of seventy five yards, so Mom won't have to drive out to the store and buy a new one. Spliced some homing pigeon in there, so if little Timmy gets kidnapped while walking it, it'll come right back home. It's got rudimentary language skills, it can eat just about anything and the focus group we kidnapped responded well to the colour choice and the promise of a phone-call to their loved ones. Ladies, gentlemen, fellow colleagues and what appear to be members of an armed gang associated with a local animal rights organisation that are presently trying to kick down the door, I give you... the future of pets!"
- The final words of "Doctor" Higgins.

The product of an ill-conceived attempt to break into both the biological weapons and toy market a few years back, Rex is now all that remains of the project. Having survived the rigorous processes set out in the first edition of the Hazardous Materials Dispoal Manual ("Have you tried flushing it down the toilet? What about feeding it to the garbage disposal? Okay, um, just... leave it on the side of the road?"), courtesy of the resilience that would have surely made the project popular with distracted parents and dictators looking for super-soldiers alike, Rex was granted "Honorary Employee Status" as a test subject. Plus, somebody made him a little lab coat, and that's bloody adorable.

Items: A litte lab coat, with "Rex" stitched on to the pocket. A half chewed tag in his ear.

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Argent McAllister

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There he stood in his personal study, a room that had formerly been a community space, which he had taken over not by asking people to get out, or to allow it to him, but by adorning it with the most advanced security measures their world had to offer including, but not limited to a fingerprint pad, an eye scanner, a measuring scale, a DNA test, passcode, numeric lock, several advanced padlocks, a dial mechanism or five, voice verification, a bioengineered 'guard beast,' a specialized, adaptive personality and background test, a highly advanced virtual intelligence, and a quantum recognition system.

The only downside to the security measures was that it took him about 5-10 minutes to enter his study every single time, which while vexing, was worth the personal space, security, and isolation from the insular minds of his...decidedly less science-minded compatriots. He shuddered and then spat upon the ground, one of his drones cleaning up the mess .003 seconds after it had been made. Turning his attention away from his terrible employer and "fellow." employees, Argent McAllister walked across the room and then began interacting with a holographic keyboard, his fingers zooming over it with inhuman efficiency. Two seconds passed and there were eight paragraphs written on the display, which upon the finishing of the final sentence opened several windows. McAllister swapped between them, checking the status of various projects of his, some of them outsourced at other labs where he operated them remotely with a variety of highly advanced robots.

Pulling away he looked out the window and, judging by the angle of light entering the window, he could tell it was about time for him to--UGHHH--associate with the rest of the staff. Though, more importantly, for him to check up on the three ongoing experiments of his that he hadn't outsourced.

Walking to the door he punched a series of codes, setting the system up to monitor his location and status, as well as to notify him of any impending threats of possible breaches in security, not to mention status reports on his various projects. As he exited the room, he stopped for a moment to take stock of his belongings before glancing almost longingly back at his study before the door was closed.

Once he'd gotten a good look of its comforting aesthetic he turned his eyes away and snapped his fingers. In response, all of his security measures slipped into place, the guard beast rising out from the floor, where it was held in place by several stasis beams a cage, and a series of chains.

Moving on Argent went downstairs to the first floor, the sound of the disgusting ork's roar reaching him easily. Seconds before it occured his ears were covered by what looked like headphones while he braced himself on the stairs. When the tremors had passed he continued down and then through the hall, seeking out their joke of a boss 'Adam Philip'. Finding him reading a fucking doctor seuss book, at which Argent scoffed with great derision, the scientist cleared his throat loudly to get the man's attention, before he spoke.

Once he had the man's attention he began, "Why aren't you in the lab working on the experiments or looking over data here?" While it was a question, it almost sounded like the arrogant Argent was trying to order Philip to do those very things. He glanced around the room, his normal--almost permanently--scowl forming on his features as he did. He snapped his fingers twice, then tapped his wristband. In response several hundred minuscule nanobots erupted from the cracks in the walls and floors and got started with cleaning the place up and organizing things properly.

He did this...EVERY FUCKING DAY when Philip arrived. It was ludicrous, he was NOT a janitor, but nonetheless he could not STAND how the place looked...let alone smelled after a day's work. "Furthermore, why are you reading Dr. Seuss of all things?! It is a child's book and you are certainly NOT a child, Mr. Philip," as he said the man's name, he glared at him, clearly perturbed to find his "boss" slacking off yet-a-fucking-gain. He was at the end of his rope with the man, and it showed.

It was particularly apparent when he accidentally--and subconsciously--commanded some of the nanobots to deconstruct one of the legs of Adam's chair. AFter all, the nanobots were, first and foremost, linked to Argent's consciousness.

[Assistant]
The robot "woke up" so-to-speak. In the corner of the room, his blue "eye" lit up and he slowly walked towards Adam. Fuck. They forgot to wake him up again. "I'll be off to do some experiments." the robot said. His joints began to lube up and he walked quicker until he started running into the biogenetics lab.
There, he took a microscope and began watching microbes do things. He looked at his chart and let out a robotic sigh. Simple experiments. The genius intellect of the the world's greatest mathematicians combines and he was forced to slave away like.. some.. sort.. of.. robot..? Well, he was a robot after all. His main experiment involved transferring the Cyclodomes to the Sientswords' petri dish. He lifted one up and brought it over to the other dish before dropping it. He then repeated that before dropping it again.

And again.

He promptly looked on the desk in the lab before grabbing a laser pistol and shooting the petri dishes, microscopes, and everything else in the room.
The ork's roar didn't bother him as he wandered out of the bio laboratory section. Another boring day.

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Amadeus Worthington!

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Amadeus' day began like any other average joe scientist's would. At around 5:00AM, his alarm clock went up to tell him that it was time to stop whimpering and aiming his multi-tool at the vent next to his bed, and get to his morning routine. He swung his legs out of bed, and plodded about his salvaged USG lifeboat evacuation pod wearing only his USG Crew Member sweater and his favorite (read: only) pair of clean briefs.

He approached the makeshift mirror he constructed from a medical drone and stolen rear view mirrors. The thing held the various pieces of reflective glass up with multiple extendible arms, some that creaked and retracted, others that fizzled and fell off. He checked his mask-adorned face and tousled his hair before giving out a vocoded sigh.

Then he pressed his CommLink's receiver button and 'Sweet Home Alabama' by Lynyrd Skynyrd started blasting through his helmet.

He jigged and jived as he brushed the front of his mask with a toothbrush, before proceeding to take out a disposable razor to try and get at that pesky 5 o'clock shadow on his breathing apparatus. In the shower, he howled out of tune to the song like a baboon in distress, taking care to get at all those creases and crannies on his mask with the loofah. Breakfast was easy, he thought as he uncapped a tube marked "Gud Gunk" and squeezed its entirety into the input port on his mask. The greenish brown gunk dribbled out from beneath and down onto his neck.

"Awwh cripes." He said as he moved back into his bathroom and gave his mouth a proper wash. Difficult but at least his breath, and mask, would smell minty fresh.

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With that done and dusted, he stepped into the suit storage unit and let it dress him in his usual attire, EVA auxiliaries and all with a clean sweater and clean pants to match. He promptly exited his evacuation pod to the alley it had crashed in, just a few minutes walk from Mr. Phillips' (or as he liked to call him, Dr. Phil's) swanky laboratory. Amadeus entered and commenced his daily morning routine of checking on everyone in the building.

"Mornin', Dr. Phil!" Engrossed in his readings as always, such an inspiration. And one of Amadeus favorite scientific journals too. What a swell boss to work under.

"Mornin', Ms. Suya!" The roll of her eyes means that she's having a good morning. The distant look of longing and the sparkling flick of her rainbow hair meant that she was hungry or something. Amadeus would get her a bearclaw later.

"Mornin', Mr. McAllister!" He was always so chipper in the morning. Amadeus knew they shared a special bond. Especially with the all the nicknames they had for each other. Like how Amadeus would call him 'Mr. Mac' and he would call Amadeus 'bloody nuisance' and 'useless slime'.

Such a special bond.

"Mornin', Ms. O'Beirne!" He didn't have any scrap for her to chew on, but he'd find some soon enough. For now he could only offer some Jolly Ranchers. They were a pretty good substitute in his opinion.

"Mornin', HAT!" The triggerhappy bot put him on edge with that laser pistol, but it was great to see him all the same. He couldn't offer HAT a Jolly Rancher to he resolved to just saluting at him.

He finished the greetings by heading straight to the coffee machine and starting up a brew.

It was there that he was confronted with the massive form of his good buddy Worogoro, killing a whole pot of joe in one go. He was impressed, as always. His blaring rock music ensured he couldn't hear the terrifying roar that he made before, so his nerves were fine. He popped a pill and squeezed it beneath hs mask to be sure. Now was the time to socialise, his favorite part of his job.

"Well hey there, Mean and Green! I see your enjoying the brew to start the day! Y'know I really do favor that there double shot espresso, but I see you take yours black! I never could do that myself, far too bitter for too long. Quick and painless is how I work."

He tried his best to shuffle around the massive bulk of the Ork to get to the coffee machine, voice practically smiling for him in place of a face.

[Assistant]
Rex had a system for surviving the morning rush, and the accquistion of something approximating a healthy breakfast for whatever he was, and this morning was much like any other. It began with carefully perching upon a coat stand that had long since given up it's career as a place for coats and hats to pursue it's lifelong dream of gathering dust. It remained near enough to the entrance to suit Rex's purposes, a perch from which he could wait for Amadeus to make his entrance. More or less right on time, Amadeus passed by, and Rex leapt to the ground, following along in his footsteps on all fours. With his ears perked up, his nose to the ground, and his eyes focused on his feet, Rex wove a meandering path behind Amadeus.

Then, on the final approach to the coffee machine, he made his move. Scrambling rather ungracefully out from behind Amadeus, he made his way up onto the table that held the miraculous machine that provided the bitter brown stuff that he had developed something of a craving for. After only one failed attempt to clamber up the table leg and on to the tabletop proper, he sat and stared at where the pot would be - should be! - were it not for the big, green coffee stealing machne that was Worogoro.

Rex stared despondently at the coffee machine, sans pot.

"Why? Coffee?"

The coffee machine, unsurprisingly, did not answer back.


[System]
Age: 21
Gender: Male
Hometown: Hau'oli City, Alola

Appearance: Ezra stands at a lofty 6'2", among one of the tallest males in his family. At 185 lbs., most of the boy's body consists mostly of trained, toned and maintained muscle.

His broad shoulders, thin waist, long arms, and even longer legs give him the silhouette of a competitive swimmer, while his natural olive-tan skin and shoulder-length mane of smooth black locks give off the disposition of an accomplished beach bum. If anything, you could assume he keeps up more with his body more than he does his hair, considering how disheveled it can get at times. If it's not kept in a ponytail, it gets puffy with humidity and will get all over the place. His goatee's a bit better, but his facial hair doesn't grow as drastically anyway, so he really doesn't make any attempt to keep up with it.

His choice in clothing completes his look of a casual athlete. Don't expect anything less than light, sleeveless shirts and shorts in warmer climates, and hoodies and sweatsuits when it gets chilly.

Personality: On the surface, Ezra might be one of the happiest people you meet. Always a pep in his step, and a tune on his mind. It's rare to see him without a smile, something his family members picked up on ever since he was a child. To the uninitiated, he could be considered 'loud' and 'hyperactive', and honestly, that would be a fair assessment. There's a good chance you might find him talking on his phone, most likely gossiping with a family member.

Despite his cheery disposition, Ezra suppresses a myriad of emotions under the surface. Sensations of doubt, anxiety, self-loathing and regret plague the boy due to some complex and personal situations involving his family. He'll do what he can to never have those dark emotions show, and uses his positive affections to keep them at bay.

Profession: Trainer of both pokemon and people. Ezra's natural empathy towards the important people in his life made it easy to be a fitness instructor and personal trainer for the studio in his hometown. He's always eager to help folk better themselves, and it shows in both his work and his pokemon battles.

Talents: Given his background, Ezra has accrued many athletic talents. He's a great runner, a solid lifter, and surfs for fun. His cardio skills would make his energy look limitless if you didn't know him. Ask him to do a flip and he'll ask "a frontflip or a backflip?" before doing both anyway.

Inventory: Honestly, Ezra didn't come to Kanto with the thought of long-term adventure in mind. He'd figure he would be spending more time hanging around his cousins' place and taking in the sights, and it shows with what he packed in his medium-sized duffel bag:

- A week's worth of his favorite clothes (with double the amount of undergarments, socks, and compression tights, along with an extra pair of sneakers)
- 7 pokeballs (one of which is already preoccupied by Brie)
- Smartphone (and an athletic armband to keep it out of his hands and pockets during fitness activities)
- Wireless earbuds (usually secured around his neck if not in his ears)
- Water bottle w/ metal tumbler (for quick protein shakes)
- Way too many protein snacks (jerky, trail mix, and snack bars, all edible for both people and pokemon)
- Assorted accessories and toiletries (hair ties, sunglasses, etc.)
- Wallet (contains ID, passport card, spending cash, debit card (that he was instructed to use only under emergency circumstances), two family photos (one full family photo, one of his mother hugging him on his first day of school), a membership card to his local gym)
 - Carries wallet in a fanny pack if he needs it out on a run

Starter Pokemon: Brie, a young Oshawott from the Unova region. He and his sister were invited to spend a summer with an aunt's family in Castelia City, and there he received the egg from the family as a birthday gift. Since then, he and the sassy Oshawott have been thick as thieves. She does what she can to keep him focused on his goals, and keeps him from delving too deep into the darker folds of his thoughts.

Biography:
To say Ezra has a big family would be an understatement. Between his mother, Felicia and his father Ezekiel are three sets of twins, all five years apart. At the oldest stand Ezra and his twin sister Esmerelda (nicknamed Eazy and Ezzie by family, respectively), below them are twin brothers Eli and Tawny, and lastly are the identical girls Elena and Esther.

Fel and Zeke were getting busy, sure, but that's just how it was within the Daly and Fichuo dynasties. Hell, they aren't even the only couple in the family with several sets of twins! Early generations of the families (both Alolan-born) were full of kids, and the majority of them ventured out into the world once they could.

As a result, you could probably find at least one family with a Daly or Fichuo last name in most regions. Despite the distance, they all did what they could to keep in contact with each other. Family reunions happened more often than not, and the turn out was always massive. It didn't take much for Ezra to make fast friends with many of his cousins, and his parents usually made an effort to make sure both he and Esmerelda could leave Alola from time to time to visit them.

That family-encouraged wanderlust was what got him his Oshawott, and also what drew him to the Kanto region. Some Kantoian cousins of his (Zapp and his two sisters, Franny and Kelly) invited out to spend some time with them. Zapp, in particular, mentioned the local league challenge and dared his cousin to try it out while he was in the region. Ezra, ever so intrigued by the league traditions of the Kanto, stuffed some stuff into a duffel bag and made his way out. Ezzie, who had her own trip to Johto planned, exchanged some kind words and playful banter with her brother before dropping him off at the airport and seeing him off.

Notes/Other: Ezra's color is #00FFAE, Brie's is #E3CA19, Favorite pokemon game is HeartGold/SoulSilver. HeartGold specifically, due to my personal ties to the original Gold Version.

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As Lizbeth walked towards the lab, she noticed a man walking alongside her, carrying a strange Pokémon by him. Well, perhaps strange wasn't the right word, but it was a Pokémon she herself had never seen. It was quite "adorable..."

She clasped her mouth quickly, having realized she just said that out loud, though only in a kind of hushed voice. Maybe he hadn't heard her. Maybe she could just keep walking and he wouldn't turn towards her. Maybe he thought she was weird for just saying something like that randomly. Maybemaybemaybemaybemaybemaybemaybe...

As those thoughts filled her head, she began to blush until her face was bright red under her tan skin. Ace was familiar with this behaviour from her, and so he urged her to continue walking by tugging at her jacket collar and pointing towards the lab. She nodded, her head a little clearer, but her face still a beat red, and walked faster than the man did.

But her walking speed made her body rock up and down a bit more than usual, and so her wallet accidentally fell out of her pocket. Lisbeth gasped. "Oh no!" What the wallet contained wasn't much, and at least her card hadn't fallen out, but her two trainer cards were standing out of it now. She scrambled to pick it back up and put the two cards away again, and she didn't bring herself to look back at the man to see if he had noticed them.

[Assistant]
"Satomi! Don't go too far ahead!"

Having found the main road to the Oak Research Lab, Hana and Satomi had begun the uphill trek to the front doors. Being both lighter in weight and not having to carry a backpack and suitcase, the little Pokémon had simply dashed ahead as if she were in a race with Hana. She paused about twenty feet ahead of her Trainer at regular intervals, then sped uphill again as Hana got closer. But eventually Satomi ran out of road to travel, and Hana caught up with her at the top of the hill.

"You're a little rascal sometimes, you know that?" Hana crouched down and lightly scratched the underside of Satomi's helmet-shaped head with one fingernail. It was a ticklish spot that she'd discovered early on in caring for Satomi when she was still super young. Even Steel-type Pokémon could be ticklish, and Satomi wriggled away, half-squeaking and half-laughing as she did so.

"At any rate, we're here. But I think we might need to wait for more Trainers to arrive for registration." It'll be easier to speak with the Professor as part of a group, was the part she left unsaid. There were some wooden benches outside the Lab, looking down at the rest of Pallet Town, and Hana took a seat, setting her suitcase and backpack down as she did so. From the former, she dug out a half-finished case of Pokémon food and set a cube of it down on the grass. Satomi instantly rushed over.

But Hana raised a finger. "Not so fast. You can have half now, and half when we start on the road out of town. Okay?" Satomi raised one bladed arm and obligingly cut the cube down the middle, taking one piece for herself. As she returned the other half to the case and put the food away, Hana sat back on the bench and did her best to relax after the effort of the walk.