[System]
(if elements of this CS seem OP, I assure you that I use powers in moderation and that this character is also designed to be a primary antagonist of the RP)
Being: Demonic Spirit, also interpretable as an "Evil Genie" that is fully independent.

Age: ~600-700 years; looks about 26

Gender: Male

Appearance:
In human form…
Tall, always wearing a business suit and with a grim face. His face is a bit memorable in that his eyes are a striking deep blue. People staring directly at him can also see very faint wisps from the spirit world, but not enough to be particularly suspicious.

Spirit(True) Appearance...
He has long lost a true form, instead becoming more or less a shifting concentrated mass of dark energy with a humanoid inner form. Those that can see him this way tend to also see illusions and clustered spirits on the side; his body is almost a prism around which spirits are more easily seen.

Powers:
-Conjuring: Although he is by no means a genie in powers, he can create simple things (a chair, a non complicated sword, etc). Simple in that more intricate things, such as flashlights or lamps, can't be simply conjured up by him. This makes it impossible for him to actually create beings; since DNA is something that is more sophisticated than today's top supercomputers.

-Summoning: He can call beings weaker than himself into the normal dimension, due to his affinity with both sides.

-Spiritual Connection: His origins are in the spiritual dimension, and therefore, he can switch between them at will, although he must always leave something behind so he can actually come back.

-The Spellbook: He has a spell book, many spells in which he knows, that is essentially a compilation of forbidden magics as well as things such as binding spells and resources a witch would have access to. More intricate spells are impossible for him to use without this.

The book can be stolen, but the magics within have a certain nature of luring people into the more corrupting spells; if kept with somebody for a long time they may well end up just as bad as he is. The book is almost indestructible by normal means but can be destroyed by specialty spells. If separated from it, he does not know exactly where the book is, but he is lured in its direction.

The most potent spell in this book is a ritual for him to absorb the power of souls.

-Illusion: Unless his opponent is intimate with magic or a genie, he can create illusions that seem perfectly real. This ability extends into dreams.

-Spiritual nature: Spiritual beings are almost impossible to kill but can be banished or bound to something. Banishment into the spiritual dimension or binding to an object or building is possible, but flat out death… well… it is about as effective as killing a dead person.

Bio:

Born in the middle ages, he fell victim to the Black Plague; a fate more than suiting him, considering he was probably the biggest dirtbag scammer and betrayer to be around. He became demonic due to exposure to the Spellbook, which he is so extremely fond of these days. It is said to have been created in the roman era with spells of its own that make it almost an entity in and of itself.

Long story short, the book's enchantments allowed him to be connected to the normal dimension when he died. He went into the "business" of being "hired" by witches. Ever since then, he has tricked witches into thinking he works for them, all the way until they are completely dependent upon him. At that point, he kills them and takes their souls for more power. His greatest successes were some genies that he managed to pick up and absorb, although those powers he has found decay over time and become almost useless. His policy with them is to keep them as they serve his uses (often acting as extensions of his schemes to lure witches or other innocents in), and when he gets tired of them (or almost at the end of the time that he gets benefits from absorbing the last one) he uses a ritual to bind their powers to him and take their newly stripped of power souls into his own.

Personality:

Slick dealer, who can make himself look like your best friend in a time of need and proceed to backstab you when the time of need is almost over. That's essentially who he is.

[User]
Etrasus loved the library at Neworth University; it was honestly the only thing to keep him interested in staying. He had dropped by at various points over the many years; the nostalgia was what kept him coming back. That and, of course, a higher than average population of witches and the like in the community. Witches meant power, of course.

Then again, evolution of society had only made it harder for him to find good victims; burning witches that didn't join him in a display of public humiliation was no longer viable. Still, he had two minions, and they kept him satisfied. For now...

It was the period before a university-wide lunchtime, when students often came in to read, work on schoolwork, the like. He got the impression that students found him creepy, although he didn't particularly care. All he cared was that students put books back where they found them. The library was expansive and contained many decent works of literature. None from his glory days, although that wasn't too bad of a thing; he found early writings to be boring, except for, of course, the Spellbook.

He sat back and picked up the novel he was reading. The period would end soon, with a small trickle of regulars coming in, no doubt. This book was a rather grim romance novel written by one of his favorites. As he read, he kept a careful eye on the double doors leading into the library.

[Assistant]
Alana was sitting in her Western Philosophy class, not really paying attention to what the professor had to say. She has already taken this class about 3 times. "If I have to take this horrible class one more time, I'm going to have to murder something," she thought to herself as the professor droned on and on. She could mouth the words he was going to say at this point.

She knew that she was going to have to do this all over again next year though as Estrasus made her do so because since it was a mandatory class, literally everyone had to take it and since everyone had to take it, if there was a witch on campus, this was the place to find them. She wasn't really in the mood for witch hunting but she really didn't have a choice. She scanned the room and made note of all of the possible witches in the classroom. Witches nowadays are usually good at concealing themselves.

Except for one of them in the back, using a magic fountain pen to take notes for him while he was doing something else. "Well, that was easier than the last one," she thought, a bit relieved at how easy the task had been. But she didn't really know how to approach him. Maybe she should just talk to him after class. Or would that be too sudden? She could pretend that she was interested in him, but that was a bit of a stretch. Or she could see if he was smart enough to 'tutor her' or maybe she could 'tutor him' since she was practically an expert and could teach the entire class herself. By the time she finished weighing her options, the class has already ended and most of the students were rushing out of there as fast as she could. She decided to confront him another day and made sure to memorize his face.

[User]
Emily sat straight backed in her chair inside the Western Philosophy class, a normal and comfortable posture for her, while other students around her slouched in their chairs, scribbled in their notebooks and generally defiled the meaning of being a student. She noticed such things out of the corner of her eye, but she focused her efforts on taking organized and detailed notes, color-coded and alphabetized. Her bag sitting on the floor next to her weighed nearly sixty pounds, filled with leather-bound notebooks for each of her individual classes.

Even though Emily attempted to be the picture of perfection, she couldn't help but to glance over her shoulder every so often at Alana, who she knew through her mentor, Sir Edward. That girl was very much Emily's senior, but for some reason Emily got odd vibes from her, though Emily maintained the code of seniority out of respect. Right now, however, Alana kept staring off in the direction of something else...

Emily's stormy gray eyes followed the course of Alana's gaze and they met with a boy. Emily hadn't thought of Alana as being lovestruck over some feminine looking boy with an odd earring, which made him look rather somewhat peculiar. Her senior's attitude was weird, and perhaps it was nothing more than a trivial fancy, but something about the boy stuck with her. Emily wasn't one to give her attentions to men, nor they to her, but she felt the hairs on her neck stand on end whenever she gazed at him for more than a moment.

He was either a trifle, or a puzzle, or both. Sir Edward would want to know about Alana's behavior today, that much was sure. Emily turned to refocus her full attention on her education, even if this class was droll.

It wasn't too much later that Emily shut her leather-bound notebook as that bore of a Professor, Hans Glemin, let the class go. Instinctively, Emily grabbed for her intricately carved mahogany handled umbrella, that was oh-so-much more useful than just to keep one's self from getting soaked in the rain that blanketed the area of Neworth at times. It was a family heirloom, functioned as an excellent cane, but most importantly of all it was her wand, the instrument with which she performed all of her magic, and her most treasured possession.

Sweeping out of the class was easy, even amidst the throng. Her family's status naturally parted the proverbial sea before her, and she made her way quickly to the library, where her mentor was sure to be lurking. Just outside the double doors, she made sure to smooth over her attire, which still looked miraculously meticulous even at this hour, and ran a hand over her hair to tuck one misplaced strand back into it's rightful place. She pushed quietly on the doors, and was greeted by Sir Edward lounging there, looking like he owned the place. As well he should! He had more power than any of these simpletons, and possessed more intellect than even the most esteemed professors who tried to preach their foolishness during each class.

Gathering herself, she greeted her mentor. "Hello, sir. How are you doing today?"

[Assistant]
Aiace could have actually shouted for joy when the boring class finally ended, had he not been about ready to just pass out again. How could anyone manage to make any subject sound so torturous? He had actually gone into the class kind of excited, too, hoping to actually learn something he could use. Instead, the only useful thing he seemed to be learning was that it was, indeed, possible to die of boredom and that it was even more possible for a tone of voice to actually be a murder weapon. That light he saw when he woke up about twenty-five minutes ago probably wasn't actually a reflective surface sticking out of someone's bag and shining the light in the room into his face, but the gate to the afterlife...

The tired thoughts flying about rather dramatically in his head were pushed back as he noticed the cluster of students trying to save themselves by exiting as swiftly as possible. Honestly, Aiace had the same idea, but it seemed that he was a bit slow to act upon it. I'd rather not push my way through...I'm still too drained... Sighing, he slung his bag over his shoulder and stayed leaning against the wall while he waited for the space to clear a little. Next time, I'll sit closer to the door...But I guess I can finish coming up with the recipes for the week for the time being.

Pulling his bag off his shoulder again, the bespectacled boy began to search for the notebook he had been writing his recipe plans in when he noticed the girl who just walked through the crowd of students as if they hardly even existed. That girl was pretty well-known, wasn't she? Top of the class in every way...at least, that's what he thought he remembered. It was pretty hard to forget someone who never seemed to have so much as an eyelash out of line, though. Of course, he didn't know her personally, he just saw her every Tuesday and Thursday in this class, a model student as always. How she remained immune to the toxic teaching skills of Professor Glemin was beyond him, but he doubted that he could actually get the answer himself.

Still, that would be quite a useful thing to know...


[System]
Race: Human
Gender: Female
Age: 20
Occupation: Mystic/Enchanter/Occasional Merc

Personality

That Tahira's is Intelligent is clear to anyone who speaks with her, she can bandy words with the best when she wants to and is surprisingly well-educated. However, as a result of being ostracized in her early childhood she is often Aloof and closed off. That doesn't mean she is hesitant to interact with others, it only means she doesn't have a lot of experience connecting with people emotionally. Anyone who works with her can tell you she is Hard Working, always willing to shoulder the burden herself if need be, and although few have had a chance to experience it she is extremely Loyal.

Interests

Tahira discovered a love for travel on her way to the Blue Moon Tavern, the world is a much bigger place than she thought it was growing up. She also loves to learn, whether it's history or how to make a dish her hunger for knowledge is insatiable. She also possesses a strong desire to protect the things that matter to her.

Appearance Details
Body build: Curvy, Athletic
Height: 5'9"
Hair: Short, Wavy
Hair color: Raven
Skin color: Pale
Eye/Iris color: Amber
Height/Weight: 145 lbs.
Notable Features: Will be noted.

Clothing Description
Robes, typically hooded, of varying lengths, colors and styles.

Equipment
Scale armor cuirass, and whatever she can create magically.

Weapon(s)
A long, curved blade dagger in a holster she keeps on her lower back.

Powers
None

Abilities
None

Talents
Reading, Writing, Runic Script, Magical Lore, Wilderness Survival, Herbalism/Alchemy, Poison Tolerance, Astrology, hand-to-hand combat and light weapons training.

Magic
Mysticism and Auramancy. She primarily draws on the power of the spirit to protect, detect and enchant, or make constructs out of spirit energy.

Tahira's Impressions
Sessamaru: "So virtuous, he has either seen too little of the world or too much."

Historia Saurvale:"It would not hurt others to be as courteous as she."

Saha Thulaja Era: "She is at home in the Blue Moon, something that is unexpected for one of her kind, but she is still dangerous."

Katelia:"I do not blame her for her reticence, it is clear that she has sufferred."

Julio: "I know little of that one's motives, but perhaps we share a common interest in nature's remedies."

Azzrix Grimmor: "Boasting does an assassin nothing, the best killers die unremarked."

Margaret von Eisenberg: "I know her type too well to trust her, but perhaps I could learn something from her."

Naida Marcoon: "I would be hard pressed to find a patron who doesn't like her."

Drubbins: "His yearning to learn is admirable, I hope it carries him far in life."

Mysaren: "She is quite...statuesque, and shows a surprising frugality which others could learn from."

Rimau Ekoy-Rimau Eng-Dasku: "Regardless of what is said about him, that lizard has seen things."

Claire Alexandria: "There could be more to that one than meets the eye, I wouldn't mind finding out."

Viggo Malmsteen: "I know little of music."

Rouen Fulgur: "If he were to rule, they would call him a tyrant."

Felan the Wolf: "A man of humble origins, he reminds me of shaman I once knew."

[User]
NaidaBlue Moon Tavern

Naida rolls her eyes as Sess asks for another bowl. She quickly dishes him some more, this time adding a little fairy dust to it so it will quell his hunger for at least a good hour, and says, "Alright, great! You and I can do a job together. I get to choose." She sets the bowl down in front of him, sticking her tongue out at him in a childish way as she does, and flits over to the job board, hovering above most of the people's heads. She notices one that looks very interesting and pulls it down off the board. Taken She reads the description quickly and flits back over to Sess, showing him the job. "How's this one? I think I know the daughter; I've seen her in here with her parents more than once." She then notices that it says that the island is on the river nearby. She smiles, delighted. It has been a long time since she has been in her mermaid form and she fears that she would die of withdrawal if she were to go any longer.

"If we do this job, we need to stop by my house before we head out," she tells Sess. "Ileft my bow and arrows back there, along with a few of my knives. I hope that's alright." Her eyes scan over the paper again, curious on how much the reward is. It doesn't say, but from what she has seen from the parents, they are quite rich. She looks over at Bernard and says, "Hey, Bernard! I might be leaving a little early today." She grins at him and holds up the paper. "Gotta job to do."

[Assistant]
[Sessamaru]
Sess swiftly continues to eat the stew, slowing down when he noticed a strange new flavor, almost like an exotic spice. The swordsman looked at the bowl, then to Naida. With a sigh and a shrug, he finished the new dish and wandered away into the kitchen. There was a commotion, a lot of yelling from the chef, and the kitchen door explodes open with Sessamaru running out of it, holding a giant pot full of the stew. "Miss Naida! Let's go!" He cried, fearing for his life whilst being chased by the chef and the other cooks. The cooks and chef began to throw objects at the fleeing Sess, who chugged the pot down while running, each object miraculously missing him. Dropping the now empty pot, the swordsman reached the door and left the tavern, leaving Naida to her own devices.

[User]
Rouen looked hard at the priest. He shifted his gaze to the wall behind him. There were several papers attached to it. "Okay thank you," he replied curtly to the man. Other people seemed to be trying to talk to the priest so Rouen maneuvered around them to look at the board.

He searched the wall with a finger for anything mentioning a cave. "A help board? Well that is a new idea," he thought looking at the variety of requests. Many of the requests seemed juvenile, like petty thievery or missing pets. They were jobs meant for squires and the local guard force. Things that were of no interest to Rouen at all.

He found what the priest was talking about."A cave eh? Well hopefully I get the luck of the draw this time around," he thought. "I wouldn't be surprised if what this priest thinks a remnant is turned out to be another overgrown solitary fay creature."

Rouen had searched many caves, abandoned houses, and valleys in the past nine months of travelling. Most of them were just that. Caves, abandoned houses, and valleys. Occasionally he would run into some fay creature like an ogre or harpy. Even then the majority of them were fairly harmless. None had actual Remnants.

He sighed, "Well this is the only information I have so far, maybe it will actually lead me somewhere."However, as he turned around a smile grew on his face.

"Back to the field," he thought happily thinking of this next part of his journey. The field was a term he used for where the action occurs. It was where battles took place, quests were completed, and history happens. Rouen didn't care if this cave turned out to be just some abandoned spookhole. He was a knight. The field, whether it be some cave, castle, forest, or a plain landscape was his duty. It was where he found his purpose.

He walked toward the bar where there was an empty bowl of soup and half a mug of ale. Shuffling through his pouch he put down two silver coins. Looking at the big man who looked like the bartender Rouen said, "This should cover the stew," he said. He then put another silver coin down, "And this is for the lady. Please pass on my compliments."

He turned and it looked like people in the bar seemed to be crowding over the message board. "So many people willing to help each other. This may be a fay tavern but the community seems to be healthy. It must be the human aspect," he thought.

His eyes shifted to some of the more conspicuous folks. There was a woman wearing a robe made of a swirl of vibrant colors. "She must be important, I've only seen diplomats and high nobility wear such expensive gowns," he thought and couldn't help but admire her figure.

He next looked at the one-armed village girl and glared. "Bah, someone will teach her manners one day. I shouldn't overreact like that again, it is beneath my station," he thought.

Smile on his face, Rouen turned towards the tavern door and began to walk onto the road.

[Assistant]
After his little spat with the witch, Viggo swung by the bar, sitting down on a stool nearby his iced bucket of beer bottles. He uncorked one with his teeth and quickly consumed its contents, resting his idle hand flat on his guitars strings. Once sated, the guitarist stood again, wiping his lips with this thumb, and cast his gaze in the direction of Rouen who had been looking over the various contracts pinned to the large message board. With a huff, Viggo pushed himself off his seat and made his way over to the board to see if he could find something to do.

Viggo poured over the messages, rolling his eyes at more than one. "Boo hoo, you lost a dog.. Buy a new one.." he uttered quietly while hunched forward to pour over the rest of the notices. At last, his eyes fixated on one that seemed worthy of his talents. After noting the details to memory, Viggo moved towards the bar, whistling to get Bernard's attention.

"Hey, Bernie, what's the deal with this daughter situation. The island quest, with the uh, disgusting tribespeople" he would question, leaning forward onto the bar, having swung his guitar behind his back once more.

[User]
NaidaBlue Moon Tavern

Naida stares after Sess as he runs out the door, mouth agape, before slamming her palm into her forehead and dragging it down her face with an exasperated sigh. "You've got to be kidding," she murmurs to herself. She quickly helps the cooks and chefs pick up their things, apologizing profusely for her friend's behavior before grabbing the job and flying toward the door. She sees Sessamaru walking farther up and she sighs. She probably isn't going to be able to get him to go toward her house. She begins to fly slightly above the ground before she flies over to her house rapidly.

Not bothering to go in through the door, she flies in through the window she always keeps open. She quickly grabs her quiver of arrows and her wooden bow that she got from her mother's former friends. She stares at the bow for a brief moment, tears beginning to form at the edge of her eyes. She quickly wipes them away and pulls the quiver and bow over her shoulders. She then walks over to her closet and pulls out a few knives, shoving them in her boots. She then grabs her dark blue head back and pushes her hair back out of her face. She is about to fly back out the window when she catches a glimpse of herself in the mirror. She notices the scar on her stomach, slightly exposed under her mid-length cropped t-shirt. She sighs, running her hand along it for a moment before she flits back out then window in a dash of fairy dust and glitter.

She flies above the road for a brief moment before she sees Sess still walking down the road. She flies down and lands next to him, still gripping the job in her hand. She shakes herself a little bit and smiles at him. "So, you ready?"

[Assistant]
In response to Priest's concerns, Tahira expressed her agreement with a polite nod. While she appeared distant and mysterious to some, it were those very qualities which would point the astute observer to one of her defining traits, caution. If the priest thought the mission was too difficult to perform alone, she would seek out at least one partner to join her on the job, despite their potential to get in the way of her own scholarly interests in the gem. Fortunately, she didn't have to wait long to find a prospective partner. As Rouen walked away from the board, and others came and went, Kat stepped up and pulled down the Arcane Collective's flyer.

Glancing at her leopard, she said "Wanna kill some Drakas?"

Although the question had not been directed at her, Tahira stepped closer and provided her own answer. "If you seek another partner to accompany you, I am quite interested in this quest," while speaking, she turned her eyes from Kat to Hel and back, as if addressing them both. She had not had much interaction with these two, as they did not stray near the library in which she spent most of her time, but they had proven themselves capable trackers from what she had heard.


[System]
Formerly Igarashi Kaito

Nicknames/Titles:
Much to his horror, the goblins of the Claybitah Tribe have come to know him as the 'Brainy Gob'.

Gender:
Male

Age:
Current age: Four
Age of death in Japan: Seventeen

Species:
Goblin

Original World (Where they reside in the real world):
Osaka, Japan

social status:
Offishal Thinkah Gob of the Claybitah Tribe

Appearance:
Standing at a solid 3'7", Chatak is a just a little taller than the standard goblin. Something about the way his face is built generally seems to make him look like he's either angry or scheming, even though in reality he's probably legitimately trying to be friendly.

Personality:
Chatak, despite how he may come across, is not actually a particularly brave person. Not now as a goblin, not before as a human, never. In fact, he is the kind of person who would rather avoid conflict if possible. He is also very much the type of person who wants to make life as easy for himself as possible, although trying to actually achieve this unfortunately tends to mean he has to make his life significantly harder in the short term, and then hope to god that it all works out and makes it easier once he's done. Of course, if there's one thing he wants even less than a hard life for himself, it would be to make things hard for other people in the process, and while he definitely doesn't see himself as one, many could consider him a legitimately altruistic person.

Oddly enough, being a goblin doesn't seem to bother him as much as one might expect. Sure, the fact that his chances of dying from any number of horrific circumstances before the age of twenty are somewhere around ninety-eight percent isn't great, but the awful reputation goblins have isn't really that new to him. People thought he was some sort of scary, violent person they needed to avoid even when he was a human, so it's nothing new really. He'll still keep himself disguised while in most settlements of course, but it's less out of sadness and more out of fear.

Backstory:
Due to an unfortunate quirk of genetics, Kai was always a pretty scary-looking kid. Every look was a glare, every smile was a grimace, and every word he said came out sounding more like a pissed off growl than an actual attempt to connect to people. Naturally, this led to other kids picking fights with him, which only made his growing reputation worse, and eventually he just started trying to avoid them altogether or escape them with clever distractions and schemes. He actually managed to get pretty good at it too! Still though, in the end, just not getting involved in fights anymore didn't do a whole lot to make knowing that pretty much every non-family member who knew about him thought he was a violent thug any easier. Slowly, over the course of a few months, he started to show his face in public less and less, until eventually he was all but a complete shut in by the time he turned seventeen.

Despite all this though, he hadn't completely given up on living a normal life, even if he had to set it aside for now. Instead, he focussed on improving his talents in the areas he was passionate about, specifically cooking. If he worked hard enough, maybe he could move to another city like Tokyo, put this past and reputation behind him, and make a fresh start there working as a chef. His parents encouraged this idea, just glad that he actually had a plan of some sort rather than just becoming a NEET.

Of course, he couldn't exactly blame them for worrying about that. After all, he did share a lot of the usual neet hobbies. When he wasn't cooking, his life was mostly taken up by games, anime, light novels, or anything else that might briefly catch his interest. The number of hours he wasted looking up random, meaningless things because he read about them in a manga or something and thought 'hey, this could be useful just in case it happens to me' is something he hopes he never has to be faced with.

Because seriously, was he really so dumb that he thought he'd actually get isekai'd or something?

Well, as it turned out, the universe apparently got mixed up and decided to reward Kai for the wrong efforts. He doesn't actually remember what happened to him to bring him to this place. He assumes he died, but he has no idea how it all went down. All he knows now is that when he woke up, he felt very, very weak, and anything he tried to say came out as a high-pitched wail.

A baby.

Somehow, he still retained all his memories and knowledge from his life as Kaito, and although it took a while to actually understand what they were, by the time he was two he had sorted them out well enough that he realised all that useless knowledge he'd gathered was actually pretty damn useful now. Goblins weren't stupid, but their short lives and a mutual distrust between them and the rest of the worlds races meant that things like proper education or an understanding of technology beyond the stone age at best wasn't really a thing. Naturally, he wanted to do what he could for his tribe, so he used the knowledge he obtained as a human to try to improve the lives of his kinsmen as a goblin. Though this had the benefit of making the Claybitah tribe significantly stronger and more stable than it had been previously, it had the unfortunate effect of putting Chatak in the spotlight, with the other goblins considering him to be some kind of prodigy, quite possibly even the smartest of all goblins. As someone who considered his own intelligence to be average at best, this was absolutely terrifying. However, he now found himself stuck as an authority figure of sorts in the tribe, and even the chieftain has acknowledged the importance of his knowledge.

It is for this reason that he has set out from his homeland towards the human territories. Though he'd collected a good amount of basic knowledge on a lot of different subjects during the last years of his life as a human, it could only take the tribe so far. If he wanted to truly help, he needed to learn even more about each and every one of them. At the same time, maybe he could somehow convince a few experts in those fields to return with him, or at the very least improve the image of goblins in the eyes of the other races...

Skills/Talents:
Cooking
Gardening, though he doesn't get much chance to use it nowadays...
Sewing
Scheming
Tinkering
Decent swordsmanship

Powers/Abilities:
Goblin Physiology
Though not exactly a power in the usual sense, Chatak has the same naturally hardy nature as all goblins. Out of necessity, goblins have evolved into surprisingly adaptable survivors, being quite resistant to poor weather and inhospitable environments, able to survive far longer than many other races on significantly less food and water, and a natural resistance to sickness and disease. Their small size also gives them great agility, and their eyes are remarkably good at seeing in the dark, although complete darkness does make them unable to see in colour.

Items:
A sword he created from cockatrice bone.
A long, white coat, and a matching hooded mask to hide his goblin nature while in settlements.
Various pieces of chitin cooking equipment and knives.
A bone needle and some thread.

Other
Has a beloved hyena companion named Patches, who he often uses as a steed or to help carry equipment.

[User]
Cloud@Zool @Thinslayer@Conscripts @TheFox
David continued to help Yakeru walk, doing his best to reassure him that everything would be ok. He still couldnt get his mind off those two women. One was named the Witch, the other he didnt get her name. Just saw those silver eyes. Like miniature moons that shined in the darkness. The Witch's voice would be one that he wouldnt forget. He still didnt trust Robert, something about him still rubbed him the wrong way. But at this point, they had no where else to go.

Leaning back in his chair as everyone asked their questions about how they could deal with The Witch. After they were told the situation they were in he could only think of one thing.

They were royally fucked.

Robert of course was being a smartass again. "So, were in a situation where the badguy pretty much one. I dont know if you noticed, but the bitch has a 7 foot tall woman with sword that could probably cut through a damn horse. So it will be a good idea how much a difference we can make!" Taking a breath to compose himself again. Knowing he had to keep calm, not wanting to end up acting irrational. If they wanted to make it through this they had to work together on this.

Hearing his stomach growl, he had to admit the whole ordeal did leave him hungry. "Ok, lets just try and relax now ok? We all had long evening. But, I may think your a asshole Robert, I rather help you. I dont know who or even what The Witch is, and we might end up dying. I just want to know Im fighting for whats right is all. So, I'll help you." He said, before looking at Dexter.

At first he thought the kid was going to be quiet, and maybe even a bit of a coward. There was more to him then meets the eye it seemed. Giving him a small smile, before offering him one of his crossbows. "You can take this till we get you a proper weapon Dex." Though before Dex could respond, he looked over at the knight. Raising a eyebrow at the handsome face beneath the mask.

"Alright, looks like we have a team here. After we rest up, we should find out everything we need to know about The Witch. Who and what is she really."

[Assistant]
A few months prior...
The West Pelinese Labyrinth was oddly quiet for a place brimming with dark magic. This one reached all the way down to the planet's core, where a mana barrier generated by the Sealed Tower blocked off any further progress. The Empire had placed teleport circles in strategic locations all around the labyrinth to speed up navigation, but today, they didn't feel terribly helpful as Afki and her escort team charted out a previously unexplored branch. They'd been underground for days now, almost a week, and some of the men were getting sick for lack of sunlight.

The quest seemed like a tough one at first. The labyrinth was notorious for generating numerous powerful monsters from its crystal core, and the team went in there fully expecting to fight. But there was neither hide nor hair of any of the usual quarries. There wasn't even so much as a rat, let alone the giant spiders and manticores that usually roamed these parts. The local Formic tribe was nowhere to be seen.

Teleus, a high-ranking paladin from the Adventurer's Guild, raised his torch to shed light on a high roof they just walked under. "Say, Afki, I don't remember if you ever told us how you came to the Empire. What brought a tribal like yourself all the way down here to explore slog-marathons like the West Pelinese Labyrinth? Was it the money? I bet it was the money."


[System]
Nickname
Micah

Birthday
November 7th

Age
29

Formula and Sexuality
Uke II Heterosexual turned bisexual

Goal
Be able to support his son and give him the life he deserves. To be able to connect with his true "family" again.

Family
(Third person POV from his father's perspective)
The Winter Family is known for being one of the most prestigious families of Willow Valley. They only had one boy they named Mikaela after the boy's great grandfather. His father never really approved of him, and did everything to kick that unpredictable imagination out of him and groom him into the successor he was meant to be. During middle school, this behavior got worse, his son was mixing up fantasy and reality. Thinking that these would be his last free years, his father let him be on his own.

Once Mikaela arrived in high school, work was to be done. He had private tutors that would make him work all the hours of the night after school. He was always made to be in the top three places in school. Someone was influencing the successor, his grades were dropping drastically, he would shut himself into his room after school. He came home one day with cuts all over his face... His father immediately sent him to a boarding school. His heir would not be so weak! After two years of schooling, Mikaela pleaded with his father to let him come home, be with his mother who was having arthritis, gaining the proper social skills of an adult. Mikaela was allowed to go to a public college.

There he met Emily, his forbidden love. His father tried to reason with his successor, the vixen was praying on his weak son. Finally, his father threw him out, disowning him.

Once his wife was out of the picture. Mikaela's father did reach out a hand to his dreadful son, saying he would forget the past and adopt Luke, but Mikaela refused.

Marriage/Love
During college, Mikaela met a girl named Emily that was his only hope in the world. His angel was just a normal college girl that could never be accepted by his parents. Mikaela was disowned from the family, but he didn't care. Mikaela was married for a short period of three years from when he was 22 to 26, but his wife died 3 years ago. Emily had been suffering from a hereditary heart disease since she was young and passed away with no other family. He had one baby boy named Luke.

Mikaela never did have any other relationship besides his marriage. There was a time in middle school... But that never did go anywhere.

His son was born with lighter lavender eyes that came from his father and blonde hair. Luke has a habit of milking his cuteness, but always ends up taking care of his papa. Luke is exceptional at cleaning and housework, more of the time taking care of his dad than the other way around.

Occupation
During the daytime he works as the manager for a small bar/coffee shop. At night he works as a waiter at his friend's high-class restaurant "Tonnelli's Italian Cuisine Restaurant." His sweet old lady neighbor Jocelyn takes care of his son while he's out at night.

At his coffee shop job he wears contacts that make his eye color blue. He leaves them off for his waiter job in order to get extra tips.

Sometimes he would make up some inventions he would use around the shop. He was a decent gadget handy man as well.

Appearance

At the height of 5'4" he's a bit on the short side. He tries his best to keep the average weight of 125, but his weight is always lowering due to his high metabolism. The thing that stands out most about his appearance is his two different colored eyes. His right eye is a mint green, while his left is a deep lavender. he also has a burn scar on his left leg when he saved Luke from dropping a pot of boiling water on his head. He has strawberry blonde hair that is sickeningly straight and he usually leaves it to its own devices.

Style: Not really being the fashionable type, Mikaela usually wore whatever his father ordered him to wear. All of his fantasies were kept in his head. He always had the baby face of his. Some people wondered if he ever did go through puberty in the first place, it seemed like he only grew taller and that was it. His voice changed seemed to be gradual and no one could really notice when it came to his normal voice now.

Middleschool Clique
"The one everyone leaves alone."

Mikaela was the kind of person that was always staring off into space and caught in a day dream. In his earlier years of middle school, he was bullied a lot. He kept it a secret from the people around him and slowly all the bullies grew tired of him. The girls at school liked him for his mysterious look, but would leave him alone when they found out he would either talk for days about what he was thinking of, or just ignore them caught in some other delusion. He was always working on some kind of trinket that no one could understand.

Highschool Clique
"The Freak"

It wasn't until high school that he met Jonah. No one had really gotten that psychological and that cruel when they bullied him in middle school. The teenager seemed to always have this sweet happy smile on his face, appearing to others as a good friend of Mikaela's. There were quite a bunch of misunderstandings with it. He would label Micah as a freak, someone that only had the purpose to disgust people. He might grow up to have money, but he'd just become the puppet with his father pulling the strings. Jonah wrecked at his mental state more and more. Mikaela became so withdrawn from reality it messed with his health. Was that a dragon peeking from around the corner? Did the walls just start to close in? Day in and day out was a terror.

It was one day when Micah was so out of touch with reality he was unresponsive to Jonah. Getting angrier and angrier, the sadistic bully carved light lines into the other's face. It stung a little, but his words as he sliced him cut far deeper. When Mikaela came home, his father shipped him off to boarding school.

He gained more confidence during those years. Mikaela realized he didn't want to carry on his father's legacy. He would do everything to make his father happy... then slip out right from under him.

Past Crush
He had a deep crush on Genie that he could never explain. Yes, there was no way he could like another man! But... this was Genie... All the boys might have caught on to his affection, but he never did confess.

When they were in middle school, Alver confessed to him. Mikaela didn't know what to do. He had been caught at one point reading something with suggested homosexual tendencies. The boy... he had been locked in the closet all night after that. He wasn't gay! That wouldn't happen... Not as long as he lived under that household. Mikaela did his best to soften the blow of his rejection, but it didn't seem to work.

Current Crush

---

Are you in contact with a Rose?
No

Personality

The boy always seems to be thinking up some new kind of fantasy as a kid. Before he met his childhood friends, he would spend hours staring at the wall and dreaming up new fantasies. He is a lazy bum who can't seem to clean anything right. He was diagnosed with ADHD as a child, but when he is able to focus enough, he's able to cook well.

Mikaela loves being around people who all care for each other, they help bring his fantasies to reality. He may not show it, but smiles are all he wants to give other people. He also sees the world a lot differently from other people. Each different sound has a shade of color, and there are all beautiful. He always believed that Zac's blue voice was the prettiest though.

Mikaela may seem distant to you now. When he talks to people, he puts on a facade of being super happy, keeping a save emotional distance between the two of you. If he doesn't try hard enough, he usually keeps a straight face all the time, and that creeps people out.

Because of his time in high school, he does his best to distance himself. Micah doesn't want people to find out about his fantasies, he doesn't want to call him strange or a freak.

He has a son to take care of. Luke and his friend Hank are the only ones around him that know about his daydreaming. Since he isn't good at housework, his son picks up the slack, he's usually taking a nap at home or playing with his son.

Short Bio

Mikaela never seemed to be fit for the heir to the Winter family. His eyes seemed to be two different colors and he was always off in his own world. His father thought of him as weak and would force him to study all the time. Micah didn't care too much about that, since studying wasn't that bad, whenever he wasn't studying, he was off in his fantasies. In his family, no one knew his true emotions, because he was so bad at showing them on his face.

But then he met his first friends, the ones he actually called his family. They all seemed to be younger than him, but they unconsciously taught him how to express himself. He would laugh and play like a normal boy, which his parents had never seen before. Mikaela's favorite place was the club house, that was the only place he would ever go to when he final felt the pressures of his family.

But... Everyone left. He couldn't handle the stress of rejecting Alver, the one he thought of as his "family's" mother. Mikaela realized what he was leaving, but he just couldn't handle it. His fantasies were his only company after that.

After the intense bullying from Jonah, Mikaela was shipped off to boarding school. There was no way he could leave everything he'd known just to be under his father's thumb. If he had learned anything from Jonah, it was that he was going to turn into the puppet if he didn't do anything.

Mikaela convinced his parents to let him go back to college in Willow Valley. There he was able to not be the most popular, but not be the loner either. He was able to meet Hank his freshman year and start his first proper friendship in forever. Jonah didn't go to his college so he didn't have any influence there.

His second year... he met Emily. His beautiful angel, the one he hoped to spend his life with. They did everything together. Micah decided to marry her the first chance he got. But his parents said no way. Mikaela was the heir, he was to have an arranged marriage and take over the family business... but he fought back full force. His father got so pissed that he disowned his own son, not caring that he wouldn't have an heir anymore.

Those next few years seemed to be his happiest after his childhood memories. They didn't have much money, but they made due and had a son right away. Luke was a reincarnation of his mother... but that must have been why she died from a heart attack. Mikaela was able to bounce back out of his depression because of Luke. He was able to stay firm and not let his parents take Luke away from him.

To support his son, Mikaela worked extra hours as a waiter at a rather high-class restaurant. He devoted his life completely to his son...

Jonah was back. He had gone and gotten a master's degree from his college and came back just to torture Micah. He came around now and again to wreck at Mikaela's mental state. He never did really fight back against Jonah, the only times he did was when Jonah said things about Luke.

Jonah... the man came by one night while Luke was at a sleepover. He was outrageously drunk and overpowered Mikaela, raping him and sprouting insults left and right. Even Jonah felt a little bit bad about that when he woke up, so he paid Mikaela a hefty amount of money to keep him quiet and half-seriously joked about them doing it again every so often.

[User]
Luke took the painting into his arms. Although it wasn't actually that big of a painting by itself, seeing as Luke was so small, the painting covered half his arms and his whole torso. It was such a wonder to think of how his papa must have been like when he was Luke's age. To have all the cool fantasies that could be seen in the paintings. Maybe... Just maybe, his papa would remember them and Luke could hear about the different stories from their original source. The kids today always wanted to do the same old thing, play imagination with the knew army games like G.I. Joe or games like halo, while the girls just wanted to play house and make him the parent, which just felt strange. They would climb on the jungle gym and such, but there were never anything like tree houses or hideaways, anything like the others had experienced in their childhoods.

"Mn! I'll do my best and we can put it in the living room to always look at it an-" The excitement was driving Luke to have the same quality as his father, the silly little ramblings. Luke made sure to stop himself, unlike his papa and gave a really big enthusiastic nod. The boy held the painting closer, seeing a little bit of the color through the cloth and smiling hugely.

Usually, now Luke was a little bad about this, he would do his best to stay up and wait for his papa to come home. Then again, his papa had never found out about his staying up because Luke couldn't stay awake and would doze off before the short adult came home and carried him to bed. But since Alver had offered to read Luke a story.. He gave in and said okay to it. The boy actually wanted to be picked up for a while, but he wasn't the type to outrightly act babyish. He gave a small nod, trying to think of a story that might be good to hear.

[Assistant]
Alver chuckled a little as some excitement chatter emitted from the young child's lips. Goes to show that Miky's son would be this adorable. Luke may be even more adorable then his own father. Alver just wanted to coddle and hold him all day long like a cute teddy bear. So of course, Alver couldn't help but scoop Luke in his arms and headed back into the house and upstairs to the Guest Bedroom. Entering the neat elegant white room. It was smaller then the Master Bedroom, but it was comfortable. Softly humming, the tall albino gripped the covers of the bed and peeled them back before setting Luke down, brushing his fingers through the child's hair in a loving manner.

"So what kind of stories do you like Luke? I have quite a few fairy tales. Is there any your favorite?" he asked kindly, lavender gaze brimming with curiosity. He himself always enjoyed reading the stories, most of all being read to whenever his mother or father actually had time to do so. It gave a unique feeling of peace and comfort.


[System]
'Yahoo~! Everyone's idol just arrived!"'

Utaha is actually a pretty tall girl in comparison to most girls, and even guys, standing at 1.90 meters. Her build is actually quite curvy. Her orange hair reaches her back and is almost always kept straight, but she knows how to arrange it in lots of ways, for when she becomes a real idol.
Gender: Female

Age: 17

Arcana: Sun

Personality: Utaha is extremely lively, way too lively for the good of anyone in her vicinity. It is hard to see her stay put, and she likes jumping around as much as possible, even with her big body. She likes singing and dancing a lot too. Without regards of personal space whatsoever or the slightest hint of what the hell is the so-called delicacy she keeps hearing so much about, Utaha can be quite intrusive upon personal matters, even though she always has the best interests of people in mind, even though she can be quite the nuisance too. She always gives it her all to achieve her dream of becoming an idol, and always gives her 200% at everything, and also expecting that others will follow her example. She also does not accept any kind of slacker, and will force them into working, no matter what it takes.

An airhead and a klutz by nature, Utaha is someone who trips over nothing, forgets things rather quickly, can't read the mood or take a hint, and her fingers seem to be made out of butter, everything slipping through them most of the times. Unable to ever differentiate left from right, there are few actual things she is good at, such as dancing, and also, quite few things that can upset her, being almost always able to keep her cool no matter the circumstances. Still, there are a lot of things that can upset the ever happy Utaha, such as commenting over her height or telling her that her dream to become an idol is a fool's errand.

Equipment/Skills: Weapon: Unsuited for a fighting style that is less than graceful, due to her dancing skills and clumsy nature, Utaha would actually prefer to make use of a spear or lance when the time comes, so she would be able to put it to good use with her big body.

Armor: Not much, the usual school uniform and maybe something underneath it, but nothing slowing her legs down.

Skills: Dancing, singing. Due to an elective she was practically forced to take during middle school, she also knows Judo, if at least the basics. Her grades aren't that bad either, and she's able to memorize lyrics and whatnot in a matter of seconds.

Background: Born to a family of overachievers, Utaha spent most of her life being the black sheep in a family full of people that did not know what it meant to fail, at anything at all, and given how she is, and has always been, Utaha was actually looked down upon a lot. Her brother and sister always thought of her as being worthless and also called her names related to her height and build, hence building to her build complex. Her father barely paid her any attention, and not to say anything about her mother, who knew she was too much of a goody two shoes to actually tell anyone what she was doing behind her family's back. Utaha pretty much just had to put up with it.

Her life, well, it could not be called a living hell, she did not want to call it that, since many others had it even worse than her, but it wasn't something pretty. There was a single thing that kept her on the game, and it was the love she had for the idol Kiruri Izumi. Her songs and dances got right to her heart, and even so, it wasn't the songs themselves that made her hopeful. It was the fact that anyone could become that, even her. It was not long until Izumi released a song that actually filled Utaha with the courage she needed. That day, she was able to finally tell her dad about what her mom was doing, not only wringling every penny out of him, but also cheating on him. A divorce ensued, of course, and she ended up living with her father. He was no longer able of treating Utaha as he did, even though he still spent a lot of time in his work, he now calls regularly to check on her.

Utaha now feels happy about what she did and now aims to become an idol just like Kiruri Izumi, someone that makes and sings songs that reach people's hearts and fills them with emotions, that's what she wants to do the most. Still, she finds obstacles at every turn. Not one agency has hired her in all the time she has been attending idol auditions because of her height and build not fitting the image they search for in an idol. While it puts her down at times, she still gives it her best always and keeps up a positive outlook at everything. She will not let anyone put her down or ridicule her dream of becoming an idol that will reach everyone's hearts!

Persona: Terpsichore, nicknamed Terpsi-chan by Utaha.

Appearance:

Abilities: Agi, Dia, Tarukaja.

[User]
Rui Shinichi16/4/2015 - Thursday - Agriculture Club Room, on the way to Manga Club Room

As one of the girls got up, only to fall flat on her face, Rui was really tempted to run over and help her up, hand raised and foot forward, but she was already back up and sitting position... Is... Will she be fine? As Rui took a step inside he realized there was a third person, also a girl. From what he's gathered, they're all in the agricultural club, or seek to be... He had an idea who they were waiting for, but he had to ask anyways...

"I'm sorry, I'm not in this club, I just never saw this room being used, I thought it was a class garden...", this place was a green house after all. A fairly homely one though.

"My name is Rui Shinichi of class 2-1. Who was it you three were waiting for?", he asked. None of them were a club member, and they were here intending to join it, meaning they did meet someone from this club prior to today. So who was it...?

[Assistant]
Mako Moritomi//Warakuma High, Auditorium
Thursday, April 16, 2015

==~==

Mako's face was surprisingly stern as he packed his books away, the usual good cheer that was generally so resplendent on him almost completely vanished. It wasn't as though he didn't have cause to be stern, though- for one, his lack of decorum from yesterday was still writhing under his skin like some parasite. He shouldn't have allowed the Yamamoto girl to needle him so. He'd almost rendered all of his hard work for naught, because of one hateful bitch--

Mako closed his eyes, breathing deeply. Now was not the time for name-calling, even in the privacy of his own mind. Especially if he expected to make up for yesterday's slip-up. I am a gentleman. I must present myself as such, no matter the stimulus that tries to get me to act otherwise. He decided that the next time he saw Akari-san, he would apologize profusely for his anger- perhaps throw some comment in about how he'd been having a bad day, or some rot like that. It wasn't too far from the truth.

Because if, again, Mako were being honest with himself, there was another thing lurking about that weighed heavily on him. That weighed heavily on everyone, in fact.

Another kidnapping. Harvester, I think they said his name was. Like the last victim, he didn't know the boy personally. But it still was a troubling development, regardless. Especially with how close together these two incidents had occurred.

Everyone says that we don't know for sure that it's a kidnapping, but what else do you call it? It's not like they're doing it to themselves.

Mako sighed, hitching up his backpack and pasting a semblance of good cheer as he left his room, toward the auditorium where the Drama Club was meeting. He supposed that all he could do was try and keep his mind occupied while the police or whomever sussed out the reasoning behind the latest disappearing act. And what better way to do such than by acting? Acting in a play. Acting like there wasn't anything wrong. Acting like he wasn't bothered by what was happening to this town.

Acting, it seemed, was something Mako Moritomi excelled at.

[User]
Kotori Shirohane - Warakuma High School: Agriculture Club | After School

At Utaha's comment toward her name, Kotori, rather than reply, just looked down at her hands; a little unsure what to do when someone just went a complimented her. Her suggestion toward playing Shiritori had barely gotten over before the boy had entered the room - and after Kotori's words, Utaha had followed on through; albeit with a brief delay due to her managing to catch her feet on something and land face first on the ground. Cringing at the most likely quite painful sight, Kotori was about to help the tall girl up when she already picked herself up; brushing the accident off as she did.

Keiko, who had remained at her place - possibly because there was no need to stand up after two had already done so, perhaps to escape the fate that had befallen Utaha - reaffirmed what had been said before phrasing the open-ended words of Utaha in a more direct question as to the boy's name. The Second Year introduced himself as Rui Shinichi from Class 2-1 before asking who it was that they were all waiting for - a pertinent question, no doubt. With a bow, Kotori returned the introduction "I'm Kotori Shirohane from Class 2-2," before answering the question - though her earlier assumption that he was an Agriculture Club member had turned out to be wrong on account of the Rui's words.

"We... I think we were all waiting for Harvester-senpai, but..." Kotori said, briefly glancing to the other two girls seeing as she wasn't sure if that was the case for them before trailing off - given the announcement earlier in the day, there was little doubt as to why.

[Assistant]
Rui Shinichi16/4/2015 - Thursday - Agriculture Club Room, on the way to Manga Club Room

"Oh... Matthew Harvester right?", he asked, the kid he saw at the hospital the other day, that was Matthew. Didn't these girls get the announcement in homeroom...? He's missing right now... In any case, he wasn't done talking.

"I see, well I can tell you he won't be here today... Try... Try next week. I guarantee he'll be here then", what was he saying? He didn't know whether or not Matthew was going to be in the mirror world... But he felt it in his gut, Matthew was going to be there, he didn't have any basis for it, but that's what he felt.

"I must get going now, it was nice meeting you girls", he said, bowing slightly before leaving. As he walked the path towards the manga club room, he felt his phone vibrate. A message. He opened it up, and as he thought it was from Kazuki. There was an indication it was sent to Noboru and Kami as well.

Come to the warehouse this Sunday. Megumi has found another person is in the mirror world.

"Hm... That has to be Matthew...", he muttered to himself. After a minute or so he was finally at the manga club room. He realized he was here because... Well, he didn't feel like Drama today. That was besides the point though, he just wanted to turn off for awhile... He stepped inside, and Akane seemed to have the same idea.

"Yo"

[User]
Keiko Kobashigawa - Warakuma Highschool - Agriculture Club - Thursday, April, 16, 2015 - After School

The new boy introduced himself as Rui of Class 2-1, the cute boy was the same age as her. Keiko smiled politely and waved him at him. Kotori spoke of how they were waiting for Matthew or another member of the club, the boy response rubbed her the wrong way, next week?
Before Keiko could say anything to the boy he left and walked down off. Keiko gave where the boy stood a quizzical look, suddenly her red flags were raised and suddenly she felt even more worried for Matthew safety. Maybe this young man has some connection to the missing teen.

She should keep an eye out for Rui, maybe she's over thinking this a little, if this feeling lingers she can ask Auntie where he lives and she can keep tabs on him. Well, she should get going, looks like nobody will be coming, she better say goodbye for now and maybe meet up with them soon.
"Whelp, I should be heading home, I don't think any members will be coming today, I see you guys next week, or anytime before if you guys want to meet up later!" Keiko said while getting up and grabbed her bag, and walk through the door, she made sure to do a small wave before she left.

She has to make sure she's only over-thinking this whole thing, that guy couldn't be involved, could he?

[Assistant]
Kashiwagi Utaha - Warakuma High
After School||April 16||Agriculture Club

"Oh, yes, it is nice to meet you, Rui-kun~! I am Utaha, class 3-2~! What'd you expect? You are all my cute underclassmen~!" Utaha said, taking the two girls and pushing them against her chest with joy. "I am so, so, soooo happy to meet cute underclassmen like you~! I'm sure we'll have lots of fun in the Agriculture club~!" Utaha said. Of course, it was a bit of an stretch right now, since it semeed that the Agriculture club had been cancelled for the day. Utaha tried her best to remain cheerful as always, though she was sure everyone else didn't feel all that cheerful about the fact of Matt disappearing.

Still, what Rui said. Well, it seemed like hopeful words more than anything. Just trying to be cheerful like her so that other people didn't feel bad, but she followed up with it. "Um~!" She nodded in agreement. "I'm sure Matty will be back soon enough, so we should just wait~" After that, the guy said he was leaving. Utaha simply started waving goodbye at him as he disappeared from the room.

"Well..." Utaha let go of the two girls and made her way to the door. It seemed they would get nothing out of standing there, and Utaha thought holding them in there anymore would just be being selfish. "Then, I'm going back to my house girls~! Take care on your way home~! It is dangerous out there lately!" Utaha said with a smile, and then walked away from there. Utaha too felt a bit bad, so she decided to just go back to her house and have some rest. She felt some kind of hole in her stomach, perhaps it was the worry she had over Matt's disappearance?


[System]
Age: 8 months since prime activation

Gender: None, goes by the male pronoun

Race: Machina model based on Mura

Appearance: Built to appear friendlier and to avoid damage through physical abuse, Cecil was built to appear as close to a Mura youngster under the assumption people would be less inclined to hurt a child. Standing at 4'8" he has a surprising weight in his arms and legs while the rest of his body is lightweight and durable. His arms and legs can be removed to change his clothing while the strap across his chest can be unbuckled from the front.

Element Affinity: N/A

Magic: Self-technopathy – Cecil can attach machinery onto his body and control it.

Gear: Power gauntlets used by construction and repair Machina upgraded to the highest spec. Comes with a self-service kit. Cecil's boots allow him to run vertically on surfaces and walk upside-down through the release of magnetic currents. He can't run or walk like this on wood and vibrations can cause him to fall.

Brief history: Part of an experimental range of Machina that are designed to be able to blend in with normal people. Designed to limit Helpers from being damaged, Cecil was due to be released and established as a builder who would help with construction; however, Cecil held little interest in being one of these and seemingly escaped. The exact circumstances of his escape are unknown, even to him as the last memory he has was being out in the great wild world. The programming within him probably knew what he was doing here so the surprise to be had was not massively overwhelming.

Cecil felt he had a purpose if he was being sent to this side of the realm and immediately he was off looking for it, searching for what he was programmed to fulfil. Completely unaware of the troubles and even the Church of the land, his outlook was naïve at best. He was a hard working Machina, he knew that much, and to find what he needed to do was his top priority. He knew how to read but couldn't write, if questioned about his looks he felt he knew the answer, telling people they were for construction work. Those travelling would rarely question him and would either be curious about the maker of his Machina to which would only confuse him.

Cecil didn't know much about this world but learning it from travellers proved fruitful. He learned that people used machinery quite commonly and people didn't appear to know he was just the same as that machinery. Learning from these people was proving to be educational, but he still had some questions that needed answering. Any other Machina he came across and tried to talk to didn't have any sort of leverage for conversation, as if they didn't have a mind like him and was simply 'following the program'. Whether he was following his program or his own curiosity he couldn't quite tell, but he had to find some answers somewhere in his own time. To explore the world and find what he needed to do was his first objective.

Additional info: Despite being a machine, there appears to be something off about this new model of Machina. If the personality he had didn't give enough suspicion, it was almost as if he was more than simply a new design, almost as if he was assimilating a sentient being without internal programming needed.

[User]
Zander tapped Geoffrey upside the head when they gathered again and smiled at the Muran. Geoffrey just smirked back, silent chatter going between the two. They both nodded at each other, message sent and received and both seemed to relax around one another again. Zander took the small silence between everyone was they headed towards the area running his hand down Wyth's fur one last time, checking to make sure nothing was still locked in his system. Stress he could feel easily, but that was a given with the events unfolding and quickly at that.

He cut a look towards Cecil and offered a strained smile, his eyes slid right off Asta and her Cobra Fox and decided for now he'd let it go. His own magic gave a slight whine inside his head sensing old wounds on the woman's body that wanted to be looked at and learn how they were made. Shaking his head to clear his thoughts of that he returned to the present when the group stopped.

Geoffrey nodded, agreeing to the decision to split up and cover more ground, "Ya sure ya wanna go wit' 'er m'lady?" Geoffrey grinned and grabbed the back of Zander's hoodie, dragging the slightly shorting Muran with him. "Listen for my grass whistle if we find anything, otherwise we'll come huntin' fer ya," Geoffrey called over his shoulder. Zander struggled half heartily and let out a sigh as he was pulled away from the group.

"The thistle whistle of yours," Zander was heard saying. "Is going to get us into trouble one of these days..."

Geoffrey ignored him, taking a corner and letting his hand fall from Zander's hoodie giving him a look over his shoulder, "Slavers in these parts... Kind o strange, ya? Didn' ya say sumthin 'bout ya fath'r--"

"I doubt it," Zander cut him off. "Come on, let's find the brat and get out of this town. I've got a sinking feeling about being here, I have a feeling it's going to get worse."

Geoffrey shrugged, stuffed his hands in his pockets and motioned for Zander to walk side by side with him as a few people looked out their curtained windows to see who was walking by. The street crowd was a lot thinner in this area and Geoffrey wasn't sure what to fully expect. The few times he had come this way was to deal with one of his Aunt's employee's who was in the gutter half drunk, half naked and red sores all over his body. It took little imagination to know his Aunt had probably turned said employee into the guard for something she planted on him.

Zander watched around them, pulling his staff from it's holster and using it as a walking stick. He'd follow quietly for once, seeing where the "guide" was going to take him. He noticed a few warehouses in this area, and fewer people as well and kept pace besides Geoffrey as they headed towards on to the far right, warehouse that is, taking a few back alleys and Geoffrey stopping him once by gripping his arm to keep him from stepping into the street.

Zander grumbled under his breath, "Daylight is a blessing... Stop tugging..."

[Assistant]
When she opened her eyes, Amuné had no idea where she was at first. She felt all fuzzy and her head hurt. There was someone leaning over her, their hair brilliant white in the poor lighting. "Daddy?" she asked, struggling to sit up. But her eyes found their focus, and it wasn't her father, nor any of the Ydrans from his tribe. Her face fell, and the surge of relief she'd felt evaporated. "Who...where's Wyth? Where's Ethan?" The girl rubbed her eyes and looked around, trying to get her bearings, and what she saw wasn't pleasant. The room was all but bare, dim and not very clean. She was in what seemed like a small cell, metal bars that bore traces of rust on two sides, and cold stone on the other two. A sudden chill made the girl shudder. There were a couple others in the cell, three women and two men, including the one that she'd mistaken for her father. All had the white hair and sharp features that marked Ydrans. Beyond the bars, the room wasn't terribly big, though various boxes and pieces of furniture filled most of the space. There were several others there, most of them clustered around a table near the window, playing some sort of game.

"I'm sorry, child, but it seems they took you away from your folks." The man spoke very quietly. "But it's not the end yet. The Saints watch over us -- have faith."
One of the women snorted. "The Saints have abandoned us," she retorted, her voice angry. "There's nothing--"
"Hush, both of you." A second Ydran woman waved at them to be quiet. "You'll attract their attention, and that's never good. ...We'll do what we can, alright sweetie?" Somehow she managed to smile at the girl, though fear was written on her features. Amuné nodded mutely and retreated to the far corner, pushing herself against where the two stone walls met. She was shaking, and dread was a hollow pit in her stomach, clawing at her heart and throat. Something terrible was pressing at her Sight, but she squeezed her eyes shut and tried to block it out. She didn't need to be told this was bad. No Wyth, no Ethan, no anybody. Just a few strange Ydrans that were just as badly off, and the awful fear that the nasty men had hurt the moorcat when they took her, that Wyth might be in just as much trouble, caged up somewhere worried about her, or left hurting, or--

No, she couldn't think about that. Already her eyes stung with tears. She already had to find her mommy and daddy, she couldn't bear it if Wyth went missing too. He would find Ethan, and they'd both come for her. She had to believe that. She had to.


[System]
Nickname: The Gentleman Mage

Race: Human

Age: 25

Gender: Male

Appearance: Slim and lanky, Dren has short grey hair in an unkempt style, usually hidden by his hat. His hands bear a number of small scars and burns from his alchemical work. His eyes are an emerald green. He also bears a number of small cuts on his chest and stomach from a number of alchemy accidents.

Weight: 180lbs

Height: 6'4

Frame: Slim and tall.

Personality: Sly and smooth, Dren is something of a wordsmith and could talk a man into selling him everything he owns. Something of a manipulator, Dren tends to use another person's words against him. This can make him somewhat obnoxious. He holds himself in high standing and is very prideful, often acting posh or upper class despite the truth being anything but.

Job: Alchemist

Fighting Style: An amateurish boxing style, otherwise just wild scrapping.

Weapons from strongest to weakest:

Trice Majestos Cane: A black walking stick with a gold bottom and rounded orb at the top, emblazoned with three star symbols on the hilt. Whilst normally functioning as a walking stick, the cane also has potential as a magic catalyst and is Dren's primary form of defending himself. He supposedly made the cane himself and no-one has been able to prove him wrong yet. He also named it.

Item stock: Dren keeps a healthy supply of support items from his travels and a few he whipped up himself across the lands and makes use of them in tough situations. He also keeps a light supply of grenades which he particularly enjoys the use of.

Anelace: A slightly long silver dagger with a hand guard that Dren keeps at his belt. He rarely ever uses it, save for the occasional duel with a swordsman. He keeps it hidden under his cloak and his skills with it are lacking.

Armors/Outfits:

Red Hat: A large wide brimmed red hat with a white feather stuck into it. Dren uses it to cover his face and hide it.

Red overcloak: A large red cloak that Dren wears over his other clothes. Once again, it's used to hide Dren's appearance and also acts as a nifty place to store his wares and items. It also looks pretty cool when blowing in the wind.

Ragged robes: Beneath the cloak, Dren's clothes are not particularly special. They're functional and cover his form but they look shabby. He keeps them hidden at all times to keep up his appearance.

White gloves: These cover Dren's hands at all times to avoid showing the few scars and burns he's received from his alchemical work.

Familiar:

Familiar: Royal Rat Vanguard

Familiar Abilities: Grants Poison and Earth defense. Decreases fire resistance.

Movement Type: Ground, walks and runs, can climb structures.

Familiar Size: Tiny, very nimble and agile.

Relic Weapons: Blowpipe styled cane with ivory rat head top.

Relic Armors: Dren's red cloak and hat become battered and brown versions of themselves, seemingly crawling with rats.

Trance: The Red Phantom

Dren's limbs warp and extend outward, turning him wraithlike in appearance. His speed is doubled in this form, which assists in flinging his spells. His mind also becomes set on nothing but attack, losing all his intelligence.

Pros: He wields strong black magic, though he relies on distraction tactics and befuddling his foes to win the day. He also keeps a helpful stock of items on him at all times. He is also highly intelligent, allowing him to think on the spot in tight situations.

Cons: Dren has almost no physical forms of defending himself and in terms of physicality, is quite weak. Not to mention his reliance on items can leave him running out mid battle and his distraction tactics only tend to work against single opponents.

Background: Originally born in Treno in Alexandria, Dren was born into a life of poverty in the slums of the city. He had to work hard to keep his family supported, taking whatever job he could get and working as much as he could. Whilst working, he discovered he had an eye for spotting compatible materials for unique concoctions, beginning his experimentation as an alchemist.

When his parents passed away at the age of 15, Dren began stealing in order to further his new career, selling his concoctions and items wherever he could to make as much coin as he could. Once he finally had enough, he left the city to explore and sell his potentials somewhere else. He achieved moderate success and the recipes he learned helped him in a number of tricky spots.

When he returned to Treno, he was desperate not to slip back into a life of poverty and knew he had to gain favour with the lords. So, he purchased his robe and hat, hid his hands in gloves and began grooming himself into a makeshift lord. He got better and better, hiding his poor appearance and currying favour with powerful individuals slowly but surely. His skills as a mage earned him the nickname "The Gentleman Mage" by his fellows, finally allowing his transformation into a member of the high class to be complete. At least, that's what it looked like.

[User]
"It's you..." Wylde said as she saw the familiar face of Karn. She made a slight grimace first before answering anything." I usually travel this way... saves me money and people don't bother me." She replied, taking a shaky steps towards the other woman." I distinctly remember telling you that the crate has fragile stuff in it... I basically got dropped from 2 meters and then it was shoved with such strenght that I hit my head and only woke now." She added after standing just before Karn.

 Without warning she leaned in and kissed the other woman without second thought, but broke the kiss quickly." There... now get me some food, before I throw you a KITTY fit and start breaking machinery left and right." She replied with a smile." Come on, I'm hungry, I've been stuck in that box for so long that I feel I can eat a horse... also I need more water!" She stated, pushing her waterskin to Karn.

 "As I said... food first... everything else second... also some alcohol! Come on, did a cat get your tongue or something?" She said with a smile, making fun of the bad cat puns.

[Assistant]
The feline did oh so love making bad puns, and most definitely aggravating everyone else with them. So it was little surprise and much satisfaction as she could hear her Boss's groans. As this much taller woman responded to her, pretty much scolding on the handling of said box, the feline just shrugged, feline ears twitching slightly. "Well let's just say things didn't go as planned. While you were out and oh so cozy, we had a little bit of purrdicament. Didn't have much time to worry about the cargo." she replied, having to crane her neck a bit to look up at the silver haired woman's face.

To Karn's surprise, Wylde didn't hesitate in granting the kiss, brief as it was. Blinking in mild surprise, but otherwise not reacting as her face remained calm by just giving a amused grin. However at the pun, Karn had to bite her bottom lip with her fangs to keep from laughing. Ears twitching and tail slightly swaying from side to side a little faster, the blonde took the held out waterskin before finally snickering at the cat got your tongue joke.

"Geez, a woman after my own heart. Gotta say, you are so far my purrfect lady. Alright Alright, I'll see if I can claw some food and water out. I suggest holding off on the alcohol. You might be want to be fully aware if this ship takes a nose dive. The dear Princess Gemstone graces us with her radiance and I don't think the Queen is quite happy. As you probably felt with the bumpy ride." The Demi-Human chuckled before going to the center of the room, turning on the lantern on the table a little brighter then moved to the right of the stairs that head back to the deck level of the ship. Near the door that led to the hallway.

Examining knocked over chests, boxes and barrels. Some were crushed, some just slightly busted. Finding a familiar wooden crate, Karn opened it and rummaged inside. The thing was as big as her so a good half of her disappeared inside, tail flailing about. Jumping out, she turned to the woman and handed her a loaf of stale cornbread, some beef jerky, a couple of prunes, and a carrot. Moving to a barrel, she opened the lid and dunked the waterskin inside, filling it with liquid and giving the water a examination. It seemed ice crystals were still doing their job, so she closed the lid and handed it to Wylde.

"There. That enough to fill your belly?" Karn asked with a slight grin.

[User]
Hitori continued looking out the window at the Clouds, "Have you ever stopped to think what the Inside of Clouds must be like? They look so soft and wonderful and you would think that inside them would be miraculous places that would keep you safe. I remember going inside of one once and I guess I felt disappointed. There's nothing inside them actually, Clouds are Cold and Wet and full of nothing but the rare spark of lightning. Still I really like the idea of Clouds holding wonder inside them." He spoke out loud but it didn't seem like he was really speaking to anyone in particular. Just himself.

Ada noticed Hitori seemed lost in his own thoughts and nudged him a bit before warbling to him that Cassius had been trying to get his attention. Hitori looked and realized the Lumyian had been speaking to him.

"You did me a Kindness and I felt I had to return one to you in kind, That is all. You may think what you want about me though, people do it anyways and I can't really blame them. I'm a Kumiho and I do things that will upset people." Hitori continued to gaze out the Window. "The Queen is Furious isn't she. I'd bet my Gem Eye that she'll send someone to deal with us soon enough."

[Assistant]
"Yes, that should be more than enough!" Wylde said with a smile as she took the food and the waterskin. She was thinking that Karn said something strange... and took her a few moments to realize what it was! She nearly chocked with the food from the shock." Wait... you took princess Garnet? She is here on this ship!?" She asked. She may have left the army quite a while ago, but she held some attachments from the past. She had swore to protect the princess and the queen like all others.

 "Well... that explains everything then. There is no way the queen will let you off easily now." Wylde stated and returned to her food." She will bare her claws at all of you soon enough and considering I'm also here, I'm not going to be spared her wrath either." The duelist said after a surprisingly fast finishing of her food and then gulping down the remaining water from her waterskin.

 "Well, well, well... that was hit the purrfect spot~" She added, her hunger and thirst now dealt with. She even added the purr pun for a good measure. She liked Karn, she was funny." *sigh* So you guys catnapped the princess? That's some bold action there judging by the smell of burnt wood and the like I'd say it was quite the fight. Such a shame I missed it."

 "So my feline friend, what will you be doing with me now?" She asked, unwrapping herself from the warm blanket, so she has the mobility again." By the way do you always, talk with meowingly great puns?" She then asked as she went to her box once again and reached inside to pull her rapier from inside it." Now I'm feeling all ready for everythi... actually now. Okey, what will it cost me for you to massage my legs first? I've been stuck in that box for so long they are still numb..."

[User]
Cassius tilted his head a bit. He was curious why he was talking about, but he did not understand what brought him to clouds, but the more he talked, the more he felt like Hitori was somewhat a curious child at heart, and an angry man by nature when provoked. He did however feel intrigued enough to not silently judge him. Instead, he listened.

"I don't understand what I did for you though..." Sure, he urged him to follow, but it was perhaps him being selfish. To be his benefactor. He was however somewhat trying to find words what to say, but he felt himself at a loss. He wasn't where he was, he was not in his work environment. He felt at a disadvantage. He wanted to try to be more comforting.

"You don't need to have determination to do the right thing child." Ifrit hummed.

Cassius took a breath.
"No, I should be thanking you. You helped me get out of two situations thus far. I'd be dead or worse otherwise. Thank you Sir Hitori." Cassius exhaled.

"Starting to feel like you and the Princess swapped personalities." Ifrit chuckled.
"Starting to think I can accidentally drop from a great fall..." Cassius thought.

"I yield! I yield! I shall not be fated as Humpty Dumpty once was!" Ifrit apologized.
"Hahaha. I am not that mean. Maybe... Demeaning at times, but... Not one to hate. But never compare me to a Princess." He shook his head as he walked over to Randy once again.

"Look, we may be shot out of the sky, and there is no way to be delicate about it. Gather the workers and try to find a place that is structurally sound. That is an order." Cassius spoke, a bit more confidence. Possibly due to his relationship to his workers.

Cassius once again looked to the red robed man.
"How would you like a job at R&D?" Cassius removed his helmet when addressing him.

Blank walked more inwards as he observed his actions. He smirked a bit at his interactions. From humble, to bossy, then generous?
"Man, he sure is something. Baku just might have competition." Blank chuckled internally.

[Assistant]
"R&D? You're offering me that level of a job?" Dren asked him suspiciously. He could feel his small cluster of grenades hidden beneath his robes clink slightly, almost eagerly at the prospect. Naturally though, the idea of being offered a job like that by someone who could very well be a terrorist, wasn't particularly worth entertaining. Then again, this mention of being shot down into an Evil Forest would put anyone's perspectives in skew. He didn't know much about the area, but he'd heard of the forest. Chances are he wouldn't be able to shy out of this one... he'd be forced into combat. Most likely with this group too as he looked over the lot of them... what a mess they were. But his magic did work best when he had others to back him up. His options were limited at this point. He offered a gloved hand to Cas.
"Very well. I will extend my trust this one time."


[System]
Yem in his transformed shape
Age 205
Appearance: Tall, wiry, a beautiful but serious face.
Height: 196cm
Weight: 80kg
Hair Color: Black
Eye Color: Green
History (Optional): Yem is said to hail from one of the western provinces of the Imperium. Not much is known about his young history, but he says he was born to a pair of farmers in a small village in the middle of nowhere. He spent much of his time in the nearby forest in his youth, playing with the spirits there. He and one of the spirits eventually fell in love and became a couple. As time passed, however, it became apparent that while the spirit the spirit would live forever, Yem would die of old age. The spirit lamented this and gave her soul to him, prolonging his life indefinitely and granting him the gifts of the forest. He has been travelling the world ever since, marveling at its mysteries. According to him, at least.
Personality: Yem is pleasant, thoughtful and secretive. He likes to be around people and has no problem with making friends of strangers. He is the planning kind and likes to take a moment to think before acting. He also likes to keep secrets; Yem never lies but doesn't always say what he knows. He is very fond of artistry in every kind, especially poetry.
Weapons: A spear made from copperwood, and a curved iron dagger.
Abilities (Magic): Yem has been given the soul of a forest spirit, granting him many of its gifts:
* Longevity – Yem is eternally young and will never die of old age.
* Friend of the Forest – Yem is allied with the forest and can move through it without threat. He can survive on grass and leaves as animals do, and predators won't attack him unless provoked.
* Totem – Yem can transform into his spirit shape. While transformed his physical prowess is significantly empowered, as well as his senses. It is very taxing for him, however, quickly exhausting him, as his body wasn't made to use it.

[User]
Once the cursed one managed to get out that he would not attack, Atreides let his hand drop from his sword hilt. He knew the truth of things, then, and would not remain any more hostile to him than he was normally to everyone. But he kept his tone in check as the being stuttered and forced the truth of its words out between whatever the curse attempted to wring them into, a considerable effort no doubt. As it finished speaking, he responded in kind, returning his hands to the pockets of his coat as he did so.

"They don't swear fealty to me, soldier, though if this turns out to be one big band of people running around, I will at least try to talk sense into them before they run into bloody peril every five minutes. The red lady? Folks call her Crimson Streak, Sable to others, she's handy with the knives, enough so not to need magic to compensate. You got a name, or shall it remain cursed one or soldier?"

Atreides had pretty much dismissed the other people running around, being problematic and talking FAR too much, too fast, and too loud for his own tastes. Sable eventually wandered over, and he glanced her way briefly before returning his gaze to the cursed soldier and await his response, speaking an aside to Sable as he did so.

"Lot louder than planned, Meat. Got any suggestions for further planning? Can bet your arse at least one of that lot a raging murder desire for me now. Almost always happens."

Darkness was falling fast, the sun setting over the land, and it wouldn't be too long before folks would have to turn in at the town's local inn. Atreides wouldn't mind a good night's rest, though some preparations would be necessary prior to falling asleep of course. Never trust his surroundings to be safe got him a good ways.

[Assistant]
"Grace period? Ah, I'm still going to end up following you anyways. Besides! I'm great at healing wounds! Here, let's see, how about your friend over there that's wobbling a bit? Actually, that might scare him...Oh well. I'll just wait until later..."

A cross of the arms and the separated orbs all converged back into a single one that performed a light rotation above her head as she listened to the lot speak. ...Sable? A woman without magic taking on a dragon? Sounded like a death wish in the making to her. But, might as well get to work if she wanted to try and stay close to this newfound interest of hers. And with that in mind, she clapped her hands together and held her hand up for the sake of drawing the red woman's attention.

"Miss Sable! Are you injured anywhere in particular? Or your friends of varying eccentric backgrounds? Also, is that your kid? I don't think I've ever seen someone try to eat a dragon before...I wonder if it tastes okay..."

[User]
Katarina finally managed to pop one scale off with the carving knife she was using. It took some real effort. Why would someone hunt something so hard to prepare for food? She sat down on the dragon and sighed. Maybe she was wrong. Something this big probably wasn't food anyways, maybe they were its food and it just wasn't prepared for such a tough fight. She checked her knife and realized that it was dulled just from prying away like she was and she frowned. She placed the knife back into her bag in its proper place making a note to sharpen it later.

She then heard from the crowd:

She stood up and hopped off the dragon with ease. "Dragon! That's what it's called... weird. And she isn't my Mum. My Mum and Pa sent me exploring to learn about the world! I'm not a kid either. I'm seventeen. That makes me an adult!" She placed her hands on her hips and smiled proudly. Then her stomach grumbled and groaned, causing her to frown again. "And I'm hungry..." Carving up the dragon was a waste of effort and now that she thought of it; the dragon was probably really tough and chewy to eat too. Any huge alpha predator like that would have a lot of tough muscle. She'd have to try and find some food, unfortunately, she didn't know which plants were edible and hunting animals would be a fair amount of effort too.

[Assistant]
Sable sighed.

It was starting to get late, and frankly, she didn't like the idea of wasting any more energy mindlessly slaughtering the predators of the night. So she turned in the direction of the nearest town, ready to make the long trek there. She fully expected Atreides to follow her when he was done conversing…but what about the others?

As if unconsciously, she felt her feet carry her towards the strange girl with the orbs, eyeing yet another stranger who was standing atop the dragon and ranting about food. Or something. It was probably best not to let these younglings run around.

And at that, she sighed again.

"No, that girl is not my offspring," she answered with no emotion to the girl with orbs. "Can you care to introduce yourself? Also…I see that I have mildly scratched myself during the last target elimination."

She held up her left hand to reveal a small criss-cross of scratches, probably when slicing away at that dragon's scales. Nothing too serious, but she figured she might as give the girl what she wanted.

"If you wait shortly, we will find food at the nearest mess hall in the nearest town," she called out to the girl still standing near the dragon.

[User]
"Oh, alright. My name is Exoris.~ And it's a pleasure to meet you, madame. You're quite interesting despite your frosty demeanor- oh. You did get hurt? Alright, lemme fix it. Just stand still!"

The orb at her side floated upwards, right over the woman's head as Exoris hummed a tune and held her index finger upwards against the sphere. A small beam, no bigger than a beam of her pinky, shot out from the tip and into the orb that had grown a bright, sweet pink color. Ah, yes, there it was. The shift in her weapon to turn it into a conduit for nice things!~ With the beam converging into the center of the orb, it would shoot right down on the entirety of the red-clad woman in front of her. What looked like an actual attack was instead a spell turned into a healing light. The crossed wounds would close up as it touched at her skin and Exoris would cross her arms soon afterwards with a satisfied look on her face.

"I doubt the details of how it works is important, so I won't bother boring you with the details. I'm tagging along until you die, if you don't mind! And come on, little girl! Or do you wanna be carried?"

Yes, despite the fact that the girl was only a year younger than her at most, she was still calling her "little". It was an endearing nickname! After all, who thought to go and try carving up a dragon for the sake of making a meal? That deserved some credit to her for creative eating...If not slight concern for how that thought process went to decide that big, green, and scaly equaled beef jerky for dinner.

[Assistant]
"Name... my... name..." the ghostly knight had not been asked for his name in... well he was unsure if just how long had passed. He began running through most all the words in his memory, desperately searching for something to call himself... what was his name? Finally a word caught his attention... it would have to do, "I... was once... ca... called... Gilligan... long ago..." hopefully that would suffice. Though the number of the living had quickly grown since the fight, with more coming from seemingly no where. A strange girl with floating orbs, her soul two very different sides of the same coin. A boy already walking... his soul lobotomized... and temperamental... and fraying. Another woman long in hair... and with the least of corrupted spirits... and a white haired man... wielder of the relic... but his soul carried terror... and the bloodthirsty amulet only inflamed the aggressive soul... a strange group... Gilligan was unsure if they truly knew about even themselves. Gilligan... he would have to become use to calling himself that. Again his vision strayed to the Crimson one... Sable... her soul was strange to him... almost familiar... again memory overtook him... bright light and green grass... a wide beautiful field... and the form of a person... obscured by the sun... and again he was wrenched back to his half existence... how strange...
Returning his attention to the man before him, the soldier managed to sputter out, "You seek... the relics... I will accompany you... and... sable... this... is... Un... ne... negoti... negotiable..."