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Kagerou Rotusu
----------------------- Gender: Female Age: 5338 years (looks 18) Parents: Unknown Powers: All of Kagerou's abilities revolve around one thing, life steal. The living energy of everything around her is her soul source of sustenance. The more she steals the stronger her other abilities become. Those abilities are super strength, telekinesis, regeneration, and immortality. Should she run out of life force she would turn to dust. She takes small amounts from many sources around her so most never notice the difference. Not really a power but the many years has allowed her to master many skills. Bio: Born millennia ago much of her early years are lost even to Kagerou. The earliest memories are of being a slave to a wealthy land owner. Things may have gone well for the young girl had she not been falsely accused of a crime. In those days the punishment was often death, as was the case here. Before being summarily executed Kagerou was offered a new life by a being of the underworld. Naive and fearful she quickly accepted. This didn't prevent her death however. Reviving in the wilderness where she was left to rot, Kagerou now found herself the slave of a new master. Having no choice but to obey the wishes of a demon she used her newly acquired powers to wreak havoc and death to those who did not submit to her master. As time passed it became more and more apparent that she no longer aged, a part of the curse to prevent her from ever being free. Hundreds of years passed, giving rise to legends of a bringer of death. But just like in the mortal world the underworld contained warring factions. Unbeknownst to Kagerou, her master was losing a battle that ultimately lead to his end. After not hearing anything from the master she had served for so long there was an extended spell where Kagerou disappeared from history. Having become so accustomed to receiving orders she was lost without them. Eventually though she realized that she had been freed and could make her own decisions. By then the whole world had moved on and she knew nothing of the cultural and technological changes. This was still well before the years of AD. Striking out on her own Kagerou sought to learn as much as she could about the world and travelled it over many times. Constantly having time to spare she tried and practiced anything she encountered. In the modern era she has become a freelancer. Of what just depended on how she felt. Good, bad, neutral, it made no difference. She's done jobs for SHIELD, The Hive, AIM, and even the Academy from time to time. Being as her interests are fickle it has been a generation since she has served as a instructor at the school. But it may just be time to take up the torch again. Appearance:
[ { "text": "Kijani shut her eyes, barely having the energy to shake her head. \"You deserve someone... better... someone worth loving...\" Sleep was coming onto her, heavy.", "username": "Mistress Dizzy", "char_name": "Kijani Ryane" }, { "text": "\"Yeah. Too bad for both of us that I love you. And to me, that means you are worth loving\" Connor said softly, as he bundled Kijani in a blanket.\n\n***\n\nPhoebe read the note and nodded, rising to do so, Pushing Nicholas over, she made sure the breaks were on, before sitting back down again", "username": "MarshiestMallow", "char_name": "Phoebe" }, { "text": "Nicholas wrote down a thank you note on his notepad for Phoebe and was very grateful for her help.", "username": "Eviledd1984", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Her eyes following Nicholas as Phoebe wheeled him over she smiled and nodded in agreement. \"Oh really? I didn't know she was your sister. I agree though, she is very nice.\"\" Looking back she realized she hadn't touched her food yet. Taking a couple bites she found some of the tastes odd.", "username": "twave", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Kijani murmured something soft. She wasn't sure if it made it past her lips before she dropped asleep. \"I love you... I wish I hated you so... so you could be... free...\"\n\n--\n\nDevika was out in the open, walking. She felt rather shaky, like something very bad had happened. Of course, a lot of bad had happened just this day, so perhaps it was just residual emotion from the school's population.", "username": "Mistress Dizzy", "char_name": null }, { "text": "\"Yes she is very nice...she is my half sister we have the same mother but different fathers...\" Nicholas said with some pain in his voice thinking about Jonathan,His hands were on his knees looking over to Estella.She was nice to him also which was strange to him since most women he meets do not like him for some reason.", "username": "Eviledd1984", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Connor sighed softly, made no move to move, not wanting to wake Kijani. \"I am free\" he muttered, letting himself look about now, he saw that Kagerou was still there. He didn't say anything.\n\n****\n\nPhoebe just smiled, and settled back. She couldn't help but feel like she wasn't invovled in whatever was going on. Which of course, she wasn't. There was obviously some sort of conversation going on", "username": "MarshiestMallow", "char_name": "Phoebe" }, { "text": "Simply sitting back and watching Kagerou sat up a bit when Connor looked back finally. Kijani asleep meant that there was a chance to explain herself to Connor better. \"I assume you probably have some question for me. You can start whenever you're ready.\" She was taking more of a passive approach. She didn't really need the young man's approval, but it would be unwise to just take charge and potentially ruin the chance to help Kijani.\n\n\n\nEstella nodded a bit but noticed that Phoebe was just sitting there watching them. Sorry Phoebe. I didn't mean to ignore you. Would you like to hear what we're saying?", "username": "twave", "char_name": "Kagerou Rotusu" }, { "text": "Connor simply stared at Kagerou. There were only three questions he had. He sighed, looking down at Kijani and said softly, \"Why are you here? Why do you want to help Kijani? What do you get out of it?\" He looked back up, his expression serious, and waited for her answer.\n\n***\n\nPhoebe nodded, and gave Estella a smile \"That would be nice\" She said, \"So I don't sit here looking like an idiot\" She gave a soft laugh", "username": "MarshiestMallow", "char_name": "Phoebe" }, { "text": "Very good questions. Considering it shouldn't be surprising given his history. \"Very to the point. It reminds me of your grandfather when he was actually being serious.\" It didn't take her long to actually return the answers. She held up a finger briefly for the first question. \"I don't know why I'm here. I've never really needed a reason to visit before. But there is always something to do here that is better than some alternatives so I fill what role I can.\" Moving to the next two fingers went up. \"I want to help because she is broken. Letting her past dictate her future is not the way to live. It took me far too long to learn that and I'll be damned if I just sit back and watch.\" The last point didn't need a gesture so she simply put her hands down. \"And I may not get anything out of it. That is up to Kijani if she wants to offer anything. But there isn't anything I really need or want that I can't get on my own.\" Her expression had remained calm and collected but her eyes were focused. \"My reputation is not spotless by any stretch of the imagination. Power and leverage I've had in spades throughout my lifetime. Those are all temporary and lack any real value. People are always trying to userp each other to improve their own lives because they only have so long to enjoy it. I'm practically immortal so that kind of nonsense doesn't make a difference anymore. Maybe I'm trying to make up for past sins but it's what I do now.\"", "username": "twave", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Makoto shrieked when Flood tackled both herself and Katherin out of the way. Paint had still managed to get on some of her clothing, which made her angry and concerned. She didn't have many changes of clothes that was for certain. Now, as she looked to Flood, proudly covered in many shades of colour she couldn't help but smile. Her smile grew and widened until it was a true beaming smile. Her world had fully crashed yesterday, had totally spun upside down and spat her out dizzy. For the first time in a long time she truly smiled. She even, slowly, something began to bubble up inside her. Makoto giggled at the situation she and her friends found themselves in. She sat on the floor, enjoying the moment and it's silliness. \n\n\"Flood, you look ridiculous.\"", "username": "Hidden Lilly", "char_name": "Makoto まこと (Gale) Izumi" }, { "text": "Katherin grunted when Flood hit her. The breath was temporarily knocked out of her but luckily she wasn't hurt. She lay there trying to catch her breath and seeing stars. She head Makoto laughing. She didn't know how the girl could laugh. They looked like idiots all covered in paint. Then she looked at them and joined in the laughter. \"Well this is one way to add color to my day. Not what I was think but its one solution.\" She shook her head. \"Now I have to change. I don't want to go to Mimic's class like this...actually...\" She paused to consider the idea.", "username": "KatherinWinter", "char_name": "Katherin Winter" }, { "text": "Adding Phoebe to their little group the three could talk using Estella as a telepathic medium. \"There we go. Phoebe can hear us now too.\"", "username": "twave", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Connor sighed and closed his eyes. A dull ache began at the base of his skull and he said wearily \"she won't like any help from you. She doesn't know you and beyond that, she thinks everyone has to have an agenda to help, a reason. She finds it strange that I'm still here, and that I want nothing more then for her to be happy and safe. Sometimes though, I feel like she accepts it. And those are the best moments, even if they are fleeting. She will suspect you of trying to hurt her, or of wanting something drom her. She finds it difficult to understand the selfless offer, and even more difficult to understand that sometimes asking is all you need to do. Her parents didn't give much thought, if any, for her, and her grandmother is a manipulative, cold woman who has treated her like some sort of experiment. She's been raised to be superior, to accept nothing but the best. And that's part of the reason she has ended up her. While i haven't come to terms about it, I'm abother part of the whole. She probably thought she was protecting me, as she thinks it's her fault if something happens to me. She's always saying she will ruin me. Perhaps it's my fault for not telling her I've already taken steps to protect myself, after I got her away from her grandmother when she kidnapped her. I went to Mr Wayne, and to my father. I've already began to dig for information that will take Waller down. Easy enough, considering I'd already hacked into her system. I don't know if Waller knows that.Perhaps I should have told her. But is it foolish off me go not want her to worry? Perhaps. But I just wanted to protect her, even for a moment\" he opened his eyes, and looked down at Kijani.\n\n\"She thinks I can't understand what she needs to do, to be. That I can't understand that some of her intentions might not be...heroic. She thinks I'm too pure for her, and that I should be with some one who will be a hero\" he looked up, \"if I wanted that, then I'd have that. But I wanted her. And that's something else she has trouble understand. The thought that someone wants her.\" A soft laugh escaped him \"I don't even know how I managed to slip through the barriers she has, how I managed to embed myself into her heart. And I don't think she knows either, and that scares her. This could have all been so different, if she had asked me to leave. I would have, because then, I think, it would have been what she truly wanted. She may figure that out one day.\" He sighed again, wondering why he was saying all this to a virtual stranger.", "username": "MarshiestMallow", "char_name": "Phoebe" }, { "text": "\"Hello...\" He committed to Phoebe his voice sounding nervous but slowly went back to his semi normal self.", "username": "Eviledd1984", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Makoto's laugh fizzled out as she turned to face Katherin, the large smile still stretching across her face. She waited for Katherin to explain her comment, prompting her by saying;\n\n\"What? What have you thought of?\"\n\nMakoto couldn't help but notice that the students around the trio were not happy with the paint splatter. Many had in fact stormed off. She wondered if they were going to get into trouble if a teacher walked this deep into the cafeteria.", "username": "Hidden Lilly", "char_name": "Makoto まこと (Gale) Izumi" }, { "text": "Flood looked at the both of them. \"Sorry about that.\" He watched the students storm off and his smile shrunk a little but he began laughing when everyone else laughed. \"You guys might want to go change, class will be starting soon.\" He began taking his jacket off to reveal another clean black jacket underneath. His jacket was the only thing not covered with paint.", "username": "Flood", "char_name": null } ]
Kagerou listened silently and patiently. There was quite a lot of information in what Connor said. It actually answered a lot of questions she had. Not knowing who Wallar is though was something she would need to clear up. Every little bit of information could be useful in helping out Kijani. After a couple moments of silence Kagerou sighed ever so slightly. "Well it sounds like I have my work cut out for me. But this kind of thing has never been easy. I don't expect that Kijani will be very accepting of my help, but I will be serving at an official capacity for the academy. So I will not be coming out of the blue. I can produce the papers stating as such if need be. You will find that many of the senior members can vouch for me." She was just getting up to speed with everything going on at this school. There was so much to do and not enough time in the day to do it. She was going to have to pick and choose carefully. "Kijani may not be the only one I see. I've been informed of a lot of stressing events that I'm sure have put some other students on edge. So she needn't feel like I'm singling her out. But her actions make it clear that attention is needed for the immediate future. If she asks you about me then be honest. Whatever it is you think of me." Satisfied that Connor would keep a close eye on Kijani she made her way out. Waiting around in the room would only raise more questions as to who she was and why she was hovering around. Better to be introduced as a teacher than just some random person watching awkwardly. "Don't worry Connor. We'll find the girl you've caught glimpses of." And with that she left. There really was a lot to do. Next on her list was Nicholas. He appeared to be out and about already despite the events of the other day. For now she would watch from a distance. Following her senses he turned out to be in the cafeteria. None too surprising he was with his sister and another girl. Estella as she recalled. A returning student, an alien with telepathic abilities. Funny how that seems to be a common trait among extraterrestrials. She had lost her memory and was having some trouble figuring things out. But from here they all appeared to be doing fairly well and seemed to find each other on top of it. The last one that she wanted to check on was Jack. Word was he had lost his twin brother which had to be a difficult thing to cope with. Since these two looked like they were doing alright she went to find the other.
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Kagerou Rotusu
----------------------- Gender: Female Age: 5338 years (looks 18) Parents: Unknown Powers: All of Kagerou's abilities revolve around one thing, life steal. The living energy of everything around her is her soul source of sustenance. The more she steals the stronger her other abilities become. Those abilities are super strength, telekinesis, regeneration, and immortality. Should she run out of life force she would turn to dust. She takes small amounts from many sources around her so most never notice the difference. Not really a power but the many years has allowed her to master many skills. Bio: Born millennia ago much of her early years are lost even to Kagerou. The earliest memories are of being a slave to a wealthy land owner. Things may have gone well for the young girl had she not been falsely accused of a crime. In those days the punishment was often death, as was the case here. Before being summarily executed Kagerou was offered a new life by a being of the underworld. Naive and fearful she quickly accepted. This didn't prevent her death however. Reviving in the wilderness where she was left to rot, Kagerou now found herself the slave of a new master. Having no choice but to obey the wishes of a demon she used her newly acquired powers to wreak havoc and death to those who did not submit to her master. As time passed it became more and more apparent that she no longer aged, a part of the curse to prevent her from ever being free. Hundreds of years passed, giving rise to legends of a bringer of death. But just like in the mortal world the underworld contained warring factions. Unbeknownst to Kagerou, her master was losing a battle that ultimately lead to his end. After not hearing anything from the master she had served for so long there was an extended spell where Kagerou disappeared from history. Having become so accustomed to receiving orders she was lost without them. Eventually though she realized that she had been freed and could make her own decisions. By then the whole world had moved on and she knew nothing of the cultural and technological changes. This was still well before the years of AD. Striking out on her own Kagerou sought to learn as much as she could about the world and travelled it over many times. Constantly having time to spare she tried and practiced anything she encountered. In the modern era she has become a freelancer. Of what just depended on how she felt. Good, bad, neutral, it made no difference. She's done jobs for SHIELD, The Hive, AIM, and even the Academy from time to time. Being as her interests are fickle it has been a generation since she has served as a instructor at the school. But it may just be time to take up the torch again. Appearance:
[ { "text": "Nicholas was taken a little bit on Devika coming so soon much sooner then he would like too but could not complain he got to see her,He shook his head letting out a child like moan pointing to his mouth now pointing to Estella wanting her to link they so he tell her what happened to him.This time he didn't feel shame but in a way felt excited to see her once more.", "username": "Eviledd1984", "char_name": null }, { "text": "As Devika came over, Phoebe rose, and said softly \"there was a hit of an accident\" no need to tell the whole story now. \"He seems to have trouble speaking st the moment, amoung other things\"", "username": "MarshiestMallow", "char_name": "Phoebe" }, { "text": "Nicholas frowned at this a little but let out a soft sigh his hands on his notebook and pen still in his hand,\"But i want to tell her...\" He communicated to Phoebe now keeping a level head.", "username": "Eviledd1984", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Seeing that Nick couldn't speak for himself Estella took the opportunity to communicate to Devika's mind like the others. \"Sorry if I am intruding. Nicholas cannot speak right now but I can communicate his thoughts to you if you would like. I guess I am his interpreter of sorts.\" Well at least she was able to be useful for once. So far she had felt rather useless up until this point.", "username": "twave", "char_name": null }, { "text": "After Connor hangs up on him, Anthony stares blankly at his reflection on the screen of his phone. The ever alert, positively furious eyes staring back at him seem completely out of place when framed by a haggard face, disheveled hair, and the baggy eyelids of a man who hadn't slept for days. Stark, he mutters quietly, somehow you've always lived up to my expectations, so don't fail me now. And God help you if you do.\" He stands up, joints creaking in protest, and stares at his latest creation as it lays motionless on a cold, sterile, metal table. Worst case scenario, I've rectified at least one of my mistakes.\n\nAs John finishes teaching a body sparring class, his cell phone starts buzzing intently and continues for a solid five minutes. With a sigh, he dismisses the students and walks to his desk. After a quick glance at the phone, his face grows pale and he rushes to the nurse's station. Bursting through the door , he looks around wildly and asks no one in particular, \"Where is she?\"", "username": "knight125", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Devika nodded to Estella, blinking a few times in obvious confusion. It was odd, hearing someone else in her mind. \"Very well, then.\" She hoped the telepath wouldn't get any sort of weird feedback from her empathy. \"Nick, please, tell me what happened. It seems that only today you were helping me in the gym, and-\" She reached to touch him, and stopped herself. With a faint sigh, she tightened her glove, steeled herself, and laid her hand over Nicholas'. \"Please, what can I do to help?\"\n\n---\n\nKijani groaned low in her sleep, her body trying to fight. \n\nConnor was strapped to a lab table. The acrid stink of fresh blood, and the nauseating, overwhelming odor of bleach was making Kijani choke for breath. Connor was crying, Connor was yelling at her.\n\n\"Kijani, why? Why did you let this happen? How could you do this to me?!\" Kijani couldn't move, couldn't avert her eyes.\n\n\"Why? Why?! WHY? WHY?! WHY?!\"\n\nKijani jerked awake in her sleep, thrashing, fighting. The room was hospital white, and she smelled medicine, and that was all her mind needed to throw her into panic mode. She started to scream, and everything with paper bigger than a business card started to move violently.", "username": "Mistress Dizzy", "char_name": "Kijani Ryane" }, { "text": "Nicholas then proceeded to tell her about him being brainwashed by his father to attack Wayne,Pheobe and his mother,Then he told her that his father was planning to use him to kill Wayne and his mother.He finished talking his eyes looking down at the ground in a little bit of shame even though it was not his fault.", "username": "Eviledd1984", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Hearing the commotion, John zeros in on Kijani's location and runs to her side. He partially powers up and as thick, white tendrils start to cover his arms, tentacles shoot out to harmlessly restrain Kijani's limbs. \"Shhh, calm down Princess. Everything's gonna be just fine. Your boyfriend is still here, and I'm here to help you recover.\"\n\nAnthony kicks the leg of the table, eliciting a small jerk from the otherwise motionless experiment. \"It's show time. Go get dressed.\" Anthony takes long strides, trying to stretch out his limbs after days of being seated in a chair. He heads up to his bathroom and begins to take a long shower, hoping the hot water would help clear his head.", "username": "knight125", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Devika found herself having to sit, partway through Nick's story. She was stunned, that a parent could do something so horrific to his own flesh and blood. By the time Nick was done recounting the morning's events, she was nearly crying. It was taking all of her will and training not to do so, because if she cried, everyone else within a ten foot radius would too. Taking slow, deep breaths to keep herself level, she reached out and touched Nick's face.\n\n\"Don't do that, Nick. Don't you dare. That wasn't your fault, you know. That... that man has no right to refer to himself as your father. Parents, real parents... they love you, and protect you, and they're there no matter what. No matter if they're yours in blood or just in heart.\" She pulled her hand away, trying to separate Nick's shame from her own. She really needed to call her parents...\n \n\n\nJohn's restraint would have been a good plan for almost anyone else. Unfortunately for him, Kijani, and the rest of the room, being restrained threw Kijani into a state of survival mode. Her eyes, which were glazed and not-quite in reality, fixed on John. All the paper that was chaotically flying around the room turned course and went straight for John. Sheets drove into his skin, razor-sharp and thin, shredding at his tentacles. Kijani was screaming with incoherent rage, kicking, fighting, and crying. In her mind, she was in the lab, eleven years old and desperate to not get tied down again, not get hurt again.", "username": "Mistress Dizzy", "char_name": "Kijani Ryane" }, { "text": "Despite the occasional gasp of pain, an oddly content smile slowly spread across John's face as he started be cut over and over again by Kijani's paper. He says calmly, \"You'll run out of energy soon enough, especially after emptying the contents of your gut like my nose is telling me you did. And when that happens, I'll still be right here. \"", "username": "knight125", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Connor\n\nConnor had very little time to react as Kijani screamed and thrashed, the papers starting to fly. He didn't know if waking her would be a good idea or not, and then John came flying in, restraining her. Which wasn't a good thing really. \n\nHe had some cuts over his face, arms and hands from the flying papers before they had zeroed in on John. He held a hand out at the distressed Nurses, to keep them back, which wasn't necessarily needed. \n\n\"I never considered you as the brightest bulb, but figured you'd be smarter then to do something like this. You're making it worse. Why\" It annoyed him that he couldn't do anythinga to help Kijani, or stop John, since he couldn't heal himself. \n\n\n\nPhoebe\n\nPhoebe wasn't too sure what made her feel upset. Devika's words, or just something else. But something sad seemed to resonate within her, and she found herself rising, walking away a bit. \n\n...they love you, and protect you, and they're there no matter what...\n\nWell. They hadn't been there most of her life. But they had done what they had done to protect her, and there was no denying that they loved her. But she would have given anything to have at least grown up with one of them. Growing up in an orphanage wasn't so bad, if you were normal. But she had had to hide everything, and had been very, very lonely. \n\nShe sighed softly, having thought she had come to turns with it all, but clearly she hadn't. She was tired of secrets, and tired of having to seem both happy, and accepting of them all. She should have known she had had a brother. Should have known everything when she was a kid, and not an adult. \n\nKnowing of the fact that Devika was an empath, she tried to rain in her emotions, and when that didn't work, she walked further away. She realised she had been rude, leaving like that, but right then, she found that she didn't care. \n\nHad she ever stopped being truly lonely? Yes. With Ryan. And Sue. And Katherin. Nick. She'd been lonely with her mother, even though she hadn't recognised that at the time. Perhaps because she had had to leave her friends, Ryan. She was happy here, happy being a student at the school, and she wasn't lonely. \n\nBut part of her would also be that little girl, reading the letter over and over and over again, desperately wishing that her mother would walk into the orphanage and take her away. It hadn't happened, and perhaps she had never come to terms with that. She didn't realise that she had sat down, until she rested her head on her raised knees, the tears prickling her eyes. \n\nWhen she was done feeling sorry for herself, she lifted her head, and looked out over the grounds. Maybe it was time to start thinking about what she was going to do after the school. She couldn't just be a wife, after all. She had toyed always with a landscape business. But suddenly that didn't seem appealing. \n\nThoughtful, she rose, and headed back", "username": "MarshiestMallow", "char_name": "Phoebe" }, { "text": "With the chaos in the infirmary it didn't take long for one of the nurses to contact Kagerou. With a heavy sigh she turned back around and made her way to where Kijani and Connor. Coming through the door she saw probably the only student that would recognize her, John. It didn't take but a moment to assess the situation. Motioning everyone else out for safety she shook her head softly. \"Seriously, John. You're scaring her. Are you trying to make my job harder? Let her go.\"", "username": "twave", "char_name": "Kagerou Rotusu" }, { "text": "John grumbles as he's corrected by the ancient staff member, \"Fine. If she hurts herself though, it's your fault.\" He let's go and takes a few steps back before asking, \"What do you want me to do then?\"", "username": "knight125", "char_name": null }, { "text": "As Kijani was let go, she did stop attacking John and thrashing. The paper was still moving, though. It was less sharp, and simply going everywhere. Kijani quickly dove under the bed and curled into a ball, whimpering. Clearly she was trying to hide, but it didn't seem like she was really aware of her surroundings. \"Go away! Don't hurt me anymore!\"", "username": "Mistress Dizzy", "char_name": "Kijani Ryane" }, { "text": "Nicholas was still looking down at his feet before looking back up at her with small tears welling on his eyes some was racing down his cheek,He suddenly got Devika into a big hug his head buried in her shoulder letting out muffled moans since he could vocalize just yet.\n\nShe was right but that doesn't mean he would not feel a little bit of shame form being used by his own father.", "username": "Eviledd1984", "char_name": null } ]
"Alright alright. No one is going hurt you here Kijani. You're at the academy infirmary. Connor is right here waiting for you." To Connor she pointed to a chair a little further away for him to sit. Even if she may know him it was probably a better idea to listen to the girl at the moment. Likewise she wanted John to take a step back. "Guys, please give her some space." There was no telling how much Kijani really heard or maybe even believed. walking over to the door she opened it a bit and dismissed the nurses waiting outside. "Thank you for all your help. We need things to calm down here so it may be best for you to wait out of sight. I'll call you if we need any help. Also clear a path to the front door please, just in case. And yes I know that's not procedure." She had cut off one of them by answering before he could speak. Usually they would try and keep the patient confined for safety purposes. However, Kagerou was not known for making suggestions when she put her mind to it. She also had more medical experience than all of them combine so it was hard to argue with a senior practitioner.
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Kagerou Rotusu
----------------------- Gender: Female Age: 5338 years (looks 18) Parents: Unknown Powers: All of Kagerou's abilities revolve around one thing, life steal. The living energy of everything around her is her soul source of sustenance. The more she steals the stronger her other abilities become. Those abilities are super strength, telekinesis, regeneration, and immortality. Should she run out of life force she would turn to dust. She takes small amounts from many sources around her so most never notice the difference. Not really a power but the many years has allowed her to master many skills. Bio: Born millennia ago much of her early years are lost even to Kagerou. The earliest memories are of being a slave to a wealthy land owner. Things may have gone well for the young girl had she not been falsely accused of a crime. In those days the punishment was often death, as was the case here. Before being summarily executed Kagerou was offered a new life by a being of the underworld. Naive and fearful she quickly accepted. This didn't prevent her death however. Reviving in the wilderness where she was left to rot, Kagerou now found herself the slave of a new master. Having no choice but to obey the wishes of a demon she used her newly acquired powers to wreak havoc and death to those who did not submit to her master. As time passed it became more and more apparent that she no longer aged, a part of the curse to prevent her from ever being free. Hundreds of years passed, giving rise to legends of a bringer of death. But just like in the mortal world the underworld contained warring factions. Unbeknownst to Kagerou, her master was losing a battle that ultimately lead to his end. After not hearing anything from the master she had served for so long there was an extended spell where Kagerou disappeared from history. Having become so accustomed to receiving orders she was lost without them. Eventually though she realized that she had been freed and could make her own decisions. By then the whole world had moved on and she knew nothing of the cultural and technological changes. This was still well before the years of AD. Striking out on her own Kagerou sought to learn as much as she could about the world and travelled it over many times. Constantly having time to spare she tried and practiced anything she encountered. In the modern era she has become a freelancer. Of what just depended on how she felt. Good, bad, neutral, it made no difference. She's done jobs for SHIELD, The Hive, AIM, and even the Academy from time to time. Being as her interests are fickle it has been a generation since she has served as a instructor at the school. But it may just be time to take up the torch again. Appearance:
[ { "text": "Anthony briefly glances at Kagerou and makes a mental note to find out more about her later. Then, turning his attention back to Kijani, he quietly says, \"You're right in claiming to not be a weapon or tool, but you are far from useless. If you really wish for me to leave, just say it again and I'll be gone as quickly as I came. However, we will eventually need to speak.\" He looks at John and Connor before continuing, \"Alone, if you're comfortable with that.\"", "username": "knight125", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Kijani shook her head slightly, her eyes empty. \"I can't do anything for you, Anthony. And I'm invisible to people like you unless I can do something. I can't do anything. I'm... I'm not anything.\" She shut her eyes, tears starting to slide down her face. \"There's nothing left.\" \n\n\n\n\"I know you're scared, Nick. It's going to be okay. Your mother's in the school, now. You can... you can learn from her. Phoebe's here, too.\" She'd seen Phoebe wander away, but noticed that she was on the way back. \"You have family. And you've got at least one friend. I'll be here, too.\" She smiled broadly, reaching out to briefly muss his hair before pulling back. \"Fear doesn't make you weak, Nick. Fear makes you human.\"", "username": "Mistress Dizzy", "char_name": "Kijani Ryane" }, { "text": "Dean felt a little better form her words now smiling a little her touching his messy head of hair,\"Thank you Devika...i know i can be a little be stronger emotionally because of all of you...\" He said to her now smiling himself letting out a child like squeal moving his upper body in excitement. \n\n\"So...do i still have to fight Mimic?\" He communicated to her now going back to looking clam. @Mistress Dizzy", "username": "Eviledd1984", "char_name": null }, { "text": "She never said to go, I better watch myself though or Mr. Stark will get jealous. He sit on the bed next to Kijani and, not wanting to accidentally set her off, is careful not to touch her. With keen eyes, he looks her over before saying to John, \"I don't think you're needed here John.\" \n\nWith a heavy sigh, John shrugs and says to Kijani, \"I mean it when I say that if you ever need help, just let me know Princess.\" He leaves the room at a casual pace and begins strolling through the halls.\n\nAnthony looks Kijani straight in the eye, his voice oozing with sincerity and a touch of anger as he says, \"Don't ever let me hear you talking about yourself like that again, Ms. Ryane. You're a remarkable individual, just ask Mr. Stark or any of the friends you've made here at the Academy.\"", "username": "knight125", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Crap looks like someone covered in paint decided to tail him while Lee was following Anthony. As Flood began to list off every possible conclusion on where Lee was from he remained quiet. Flood did say for Lee to stop him when he hit the right answer, so in the thief's mind silence meant none of the above. \"Or maybe I am just from a third-world country that doesn't have access to stuff like that.\" He suggested glancing at the boy from underneath his hood. \n\n\"And if your going to stalk me....do it quietly.\" He whispered to Flood, Thieving Rule No. 5: Shut Up or be Locked up. As they continued down the hall Lee watched Anthony enter the infirmary and shut the door behind him. \"Interesting....\" He said before turning to Flood. \"Any idea who the guy in the nice threads are?\" He asked raising a brow beneath his hood.", "username": "Z2010Deadmeat", "char_name": "Lee (Last name unknown)" }, { "text": "Kijani cast a puzzled look at John, but she gave him a nod as he left. Turning her attention to Anthony, she shook her head a bit. \"Friends? What friends? I have Connor, but he isn't just a friend. Everyone else is... well, they're just...\" She didn't have the right word. \"If I had succeeded, who would have noticed? And what of me would be missed? I was just another student with a mediocre power.\" No one knew who she really was. Sometimes, she barely knew.\n\nThere were things in her that she'd dismissed as useless years ago. Her love of dancing, not as a form of combat, but for the sheer joy of it. The way she could devour campy sci-fi and fantasy novels, and reread them in her own mind when she was bored. The times when she dreamed of the future, when she dreamed of maybe, just maybe, having her own family, but then the cold, bitter pain when she reminded herself that the choice had been taken, ripped free from her years ago...\n\n\"What the hell is remarkable about someone like me? I can't fight anymore. I can't fake it anymore. I'm nothing, Anthony.\" She curled into herself, trying to stop the tears.", "username": "Mistress Dizzy", "char_name": "Kijani Ryane" }, { "text": "Connor just started at Anthony as he requested to talk with Kijani alone, making no effort to move. He watched as Anthony sat down next to Kijani. Wary. Although Anthony had perhaps given Connor the warning, the few moments that had probably saved Kijani's life, you could never be sure with him if it was for himself, or merely to gain something to hold over you. \n\nThe last time Anthony had arranged something with Kijani, it had ended with him having to rescue her. Connor was going to make sure that didn't happen again. But the way she talked sent chills down his spine. Was he always going to have to worry that if he left her alone, she would try again. \n\nHe didn't know he was going to speak before he did, his voice soft, as if he was afraid his words would crumble her further. \"Sometimes I wonder how you can be so...blind to what's in front of you. No friends? Then what is John, who stood there taking the attack from the papers? Flood, as quirky as he is, he seems to respect you. Me. I would have noticed. What of you would have been missed? Everything. You're not nothing! Just because that old hag thinks you are, just because your parents are too stupid to see your worth, doesn't mean you are nothing. You're...fascinating. You've read star wars books, can quote them! You treasure your sword, because it was given to you by Thor, someone you respect and admire, who recognised your skill-which shows that you aren't mediocre, not by a long shot. You dance amazingly, even with a clumsy partner. You are not nothing\" \n\nHow many times could he say those? The answer came almost immediately. Until she believed them. After all, he was patient, determined. \"You might not have the words for what everyone else is here, for our classmates. But I do. Family. You don't have to like everyone to be family. So who would have noticed? Everyone\"\n\n***\n\nAs Pheobe returned, she managed a smile for Nicholas, and said \"Sorry. uh. I know you have difficulty with emotions, Devika, and I didn't want to overwhelm you. More so then I imagine you are in the school. Um. That's half the truth really, and partly an excuse for being rude and walking off. Thank you for cheering Nick up. It's hard sometimes, realising and trying to figure out how to act like a big sister should...I never had much practice in the orphanage. In anycase, I'm glad Nick has someone like you in his life. I don't think whatever you said would have been as good coming from Me. I think he thinks I just say things sometimes to make him feel better, but I don't.\" She looked to Nicholas, and gave a smile. \n\nKalinda\n\nFeeling better, Kalinda dropped to the ground, landing lightly. Figuring that she should eat, at least to keep her strength up, she started towards the cafeteria. She dodged people, some of which appeared to be grumbling about something, and annoyed at the ammount of people, she slid into the shadows, easily moving towards the line for food, appearing as she joined it, soon having gathered some food for herself, she looked about.", "username": "MarshiestMallow", "char_name": "Phoebe" }, { "text": "\"His name is Anthony Luthor, heir to one of the biggest companies in the world. You not knowing him proves you're not from any third world country. Besides, you're too well fed.\" Flood responded as Anthony disappeared into the infirmary. \"It doesn't matter where you're from though. What does matter is that you're pretty good at staying a free man. Which is easier said then done when you have our principal. You probably have your rules, every thief does. I only have one rule. Two actually. Rule one, success means everything, rule two, always adapt.\" Flood quickly listed. \"You seem to follow those rules as well, plus a few more probably. But I'm rambling. I came to find out what your purpose here was.\" Flood looked at his clothes and grimaced. He was going to have to go to the hideout to change later.", "username": "Flood", "char_name": null }, { "text": "As Flood began to explain who this Luthor character was a small grin tugged at his lips. One of the biggest companies on this planet eh? That was a vault filled with jewels just waiting for a thief to appropriate. \"Very interesting...\" Lee said under his breath as Flood continued onto listing why Lee was not from the local area. Crap w-was he being read by some random stranger? the Phantom would be bashing Lee over the head for being so obvious of his real purpose at the Academy. For someone who could read a woman like Kat so efficiently he did a poor job at concealing his own image, Lee mays as well be labeled a hypocrite. It took another second before the young thief recognized where he heard Flood from before. Oh right Flood was the kid who had the gun and participated in helping Kat locate him just an hour ago. \n\nAs Flood began to list his rules off did Lee chuckle under his breath. \"That first one is more of a principle than an actual rule. The second one is good however.\" He stated before Flood then stated his reason for tracking Lee to begin with. In truth Lee had half a mind to bash Flood over the head so the son of Deadpool would stop finding him and following him. A thief with a loud follower may as well retire early while they still breathed or were not locked up. \n\nHowever there was something off about this guy, and Lee did not mean just the paint splattered over most of his attire. No something was different about this character, it was the same curiosity that drew him towards Kat just earlier the same day. \"If I were to divulge all of my secrets what would be left to make a person wonder?\" Lee asked turning his hooded gaze towards Flood. \"I am someone who makes success happens by less than legal means. Something I am sure you can appreciate, you seem well informed for an individual who chooses to wear paint though.\" He mentioned gesturing to Flood's clothes.", "username": "Z2010Deadmeat", "char_name": "Lee (Last name unknown)" }, { "text": "She listened to his tale, her face calm and passive as she simply listened. She couldn't empathise with him, but she could sympathise - she was not entirely cold-hearted. She had seen his struggle in accepting himself, even if she had not cared for him at the start, and knew undertaking such a task alone would be trying in so many ways. She could not say that she agreed with his decision to spare the queen, more blood would be spilt as a result she was sure, but saw no reason to mention it now.\n\nWhen he lightened the conversation she followed his lead, finally walking into the cafeteria. \"I have many friends. And yes, I suppose some of the time has been spent travelling to them. Mostly though I have just been.. entertaining myself. It's a big world, so many things to see and do.\" She said enigmatically with a small smile, clearly less forthcoming with the tales of her past couple of years.", "username": "Klyix", "char_name": "Eldkatla 'Kat' Lokidóttir" }, { "text": "Reinhardt was watching Anthony talking to the others crossing his arms under his chest,He had to wait until they were done talking to the son of Luthor that he could make his appearance to speak to the young man.\"What a good day...\" The young blonde thought to himself smiling and keeping to the shadows.", "username": "Eviledd1984", "char_name": null }, { "text": "\"Rule 3, always remember that information is priceless.\" Flood responded as he got slightly quieter, so he could listen in on Anthony. \"Anthony hasn't been at school for a long time, so him coming back is important.\" Flood explained as his eyes changed from a happy gaze to a serious cutting stare. His entire attitude did a 180 as he became completely serious. \"Anthony is not well liked, many suspect he killed his father.\"", "username": "Flood", "char_name": null } ]
People seemed to be gathering outside. Rolling her eyes slightly Kagerou stepped out into the hall and directed her eyes to those that were around. "This is a private conversation. You all need to go down the hall if you are waiting for someone." Even though her tone was fairly neutral it didn't sound like a request.
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Kagerou Rotusu
----------------------- Gender: Female Age: 5338 years (looks 18) Parents: Unknown Powers: All of Kagerou's abilities revolve around one thing, life steal. The living energy of everything around her is her soul source of sustenance. The more she steals the stronger her other abilities become. Those abilities are super strength, telekinesis, regeneration, and immortality. Should she run out of life force she would turn to dust. She takes small amounts from many sources around her so most never notice the difference. Not really a power but the many years has allowed her to master many skills. Bio: Born millennia ago much of her early years are lost even to Kagerou. The earliest memories are of being a slave to a wealthy land owner. Things may have gone well for the young girl had she not been falsely accused of a crime. In those days the punishment was often death, as was the case here. Before being summarily executed Kagerou was offered a new life by a being of the underworld. Naive and fearful she quickly accepted. This didn't prevent her death however. Reviving in the wilderness where she was left to rot, Kagerou now found herself the slave of a new master. Having no choice but to obey the wishes of a demon she used her newly acquired powers to wreak havoc and death to those who did not submit to her master. As time passed it became more and more apparent that she no longer aged, a part of the curse to prevent her from ever being free. Hundreds of years passed, giving rise to legends of a bringer of death. But just like in the mortal world the underworld contained warring factions. Unbeknownst to Kagerou, her master was losing a battle that ultimately lead to his end. After not hearing anything from the master she had served for so long there was an extended spell where Kagerou disappeared from history. Having become so accustomed to receiving orders she was lost without them. Eventually though she realized that she had been freed and could make her own decisions. By then the whole world had moved on and she knew nothing of the cultural and technological changes. This was still well before the years of AD. Striking out on her own Kagerou sought to learn as much as she could about the world and travelled it over many times. Constantly having time to spare she tried and practiced anything she encountered. In the modern era she has become a freelancer. Of what just depended on how she felt. Good, bad, neutral, it made no difference. She's done jobs for SHIELD, The Hive, AIM, and even the Academy from time to time. Being as her interests are fickle it has been a generation since she has served as a instructor at the school. But it may just be time to take up the torch again. Appearance:
[ { "text": "Katherin was thankful for Makoto's off to shower. She made it quick since they had class. Just enough to get the paint off. Once she was washed off. She dried off. She frowned at her paint covered clothes. \"Well that was brilliant Katherin.\" She shook her head. She wrapped the towel around her and went into the main room. She heard Makoto crying. She hurried over to the other girl. \"Hey are you alright?\"", "username": "KatherinWinter", "char_name": "Katherin Winter" }, { "text": "Makoto tried to wipe away the tears, all while smile crying. It was such an awkward way to cry and really, she was embarrassed to be seen in such a state. \n\n\"Yeah, I will be now.\" She mumbled, standing up to get a tissue for her running nose. \"I just wasn't expecting...\" she paused, debating what to tell Katherin. Should she be honest? Would it be too much for the girl? Would she run away? Would Makoto herself be alright explaining things? \"Storm came by, she brought me everything of what is here except my backpack and what is in it. She rescued me from the streets after I had run away.\" Makoto explained, hoping that it was a good enough explanation for now. Makoto reached for another tissue, this time to try and dry her eyes. She was sure that they were red and puffy by now.", "username": "Hidden Lilly", "char_name": "Makoto まこと (Gale) Izumi" }, { "text": "\"Storm?\" Katherin repeated. That was a name she hadn't heard in awhile. She didn't know the woman well. But she had meet her a few times. She seemed like a nice woman to Katherin. \"I've met her a few times. Nice lady.\" She commented. It was good to see that someone was looking out for Makoto. Everyone needed Atleast one person to look after them.", "username": "KatherinWinter", "char_name": "Katherin Winter" }, { "text": "\"How lucky they are, to be so content with their small little lives. Though I suppose the arrival of the likes of us hasn't helped that much.\" Things had calmed as time had passed, however when their fathers first revealed themselves things were not so simple. It was understandable though; mutations and oddities could be explained away, but gods and monsters would shake the truest believer and the loudest critic.\n\nShe cut out another wedge of the apple and speared it, using the knife to bring it to her mouth. She listened to what he said of his expectations of his life, and how they had changed, laughing lightly at his comment of withdrawal. At his suggestions though she sighed. \"Just because I grow weary of the routine that does not mean I feel the need to throw myself from a plane, or whatever that other thing is. Besides, this hasn't been a steady realisation. I'm well aware of who I am, I was prepared for the inevitable. As I said, I have many friends.\" She said, a smile playing on her lips.", "username": "Klyix", "char_name": "Eldkatla 'Kat' Lokidóttir" }, { "text": "Flood smiled at the idea. \"Two things I love. Money and entertainment. Continue.\" Flood took a water battle out of his jacket pocket and washed his hands of paint really quickly. He shook them dry and looked around. \"Actually, the walls have ears, follow me.\" He walked to his hideout room and pressed a specific part of the wall. Any cameras in the room began looping an empty room. He pulled up two chairs and a desk with various cuts in it and sat down with his hands under the table near a hidden gun just in case.", "username": "Flood", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Anthony raises a single eyebrow as he comments, \"I have never once used you, Ms. Ryane. Have I manipulated you? Perhaps. However, it has never been for MY benefit. I simply wish to help you improve and to do that, I needed to push you. It seems that I may have gone too far and for that, I sincerely apologize.\"\n\nBen frowns, tilts his head and asks, \"What the hell are you talking about? There was an explosion? And why would I go to Tahiti?\"", "username": "knight125", "char_name": null }, { "text": "@knight125\n\nKijani stared back and forth between them. In her mind, Anthony was lying... but Connor never had, not to her. So Connor saying that Anthony's call saved her life was beyond confusing.\n\n\"Wh-what... what are you talking about?\" She looked blankly at Connor, then turned a weakly accusing gaze to Anthony. \"I didn't- I didn't tell you anything! What...\" She held both hands to her head. \"What are you guys saying to me?\"\n\n\n\n\"You feel stronger because you're actually connected to yourself.\" Devika smiled. \"I get different... feels from people. Like...\" She didn't know how to really describe it. \"I guess everyone has a different color, you could say. Yours was really muted. But now it's bright. I... I like it better.\" His giggle really did make her grin. Even though he sounded like a little kid, it was tons better than sounding robotic.", "username": "Mistress Dizzy", "char_name": null }, { "text": "After a while of just standing at a distance and watching, Estella finally approached. What she knew didn't matter. Maybe if she knew things about Ben, he might know something about her. Then again maybe not. Even though she was a returning student herself no one seemed to know her at all. Or even really want to talk to her. So far this place has only made things more confusing. Crossing her fingers she walked up sheepishly, time to see how Ben reacts to telepathy. Um, hello Ben. Do you remember me at all? Estella?.\" Holding her breath she waited for whatever he would say.\n\n------------\n\nWith everyone gone Kagerou stepped back into the infirmary. She stayed out of the conversation that Kijani, Connor, and Anthony were having. There was no reason to make a lot of fuss about what was going on.", "username": "twave", "char_name": "Kagerou Rotusu" }, { "text": "\"So you are saying that i am somehow become more emotional and not like...how you say a blank robot\" He communicated to her his hands still on his lap,\"So do you think i am getting better?\" He added now looking up at Devika feeling a bit more happier when he was around with Devika who was supportive to him much like with Phoebe.\n\"Ummmm can you roll me over to my classroom...i don't think i can do this myself...\" He communicated to her feeling embarrassed and mostly wanted to be close to Devika because he felt she was helping him recover and seeing her face made him feel better giggling again like a child.@Mistress Dizzy", "username": "Eviledd1984", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Connor sighed softly, but it was more out of uncertainty as if he were worried about the effect his words could have. \"That people actually care about you, despite your best efforts to believe otherwise. It would be my best guess that Anthony heard the meaning behind the words you spoke to him, and realised what you were going to do\" He said, although he didn't believe what Anthony said about never doing it for himself, perhaps the words were true, in light of everything that had happened. And if he could use Anthony, and the situation to try and get Kijani to see, well, then so be it.", "username": "MarshiestMallow", "char_name": "Phoebe" }, { "text": "\"Mhmm\" Makoto agreed, nodding in a yes motion. She had only known her for a short period of time but she felt comfortable with the woman. Storm had become a safe place for Makoto. \"She is a wonderful person. I've yet to meet someone as compassionate and fierce as her.\"\n\nMakoto had finally managed to her herself under control. She had also decided in her mind what to wear to class, since she now had gym clothes. \n\n\"Thank you for caring Katherin.\" Makoto smiled, then giving her friend a hug. She held on and gave an extra squeeze before letting Katherin go. \"I guess I should change now.\" Makoto said, moving to get her clothing. \"Feel free to grab something to wear, I'm pretty sure wearing nothing but a towel from my room to yours is a good idea.\" she joked. \n\nLeaving Katherin for a moment Makoto took the her clothing into the bathroom to change. She quickly rinsed out her long blonde hair in the sink, tying it back in a sort of braided bun and washed her face. She tossed her paint covered clothing into the damp tub, running cold water over both hers and Katherin's clothing. She hoped the paint wouldn't stain. Makoto tossed on her dry clothes and turned off the cold water. She spread the clothing around the bathroom to dry and then returned to Katherin.\n\n\"Ready to go?\" she asked. Makoto's eyes still looked irritated but she was recovering from the surprise well. The brief time in the bathroom and compassion from Katherin helped a lot.", "username": "Hidden Lilly", "char_name": "Makoto まこと (Gale) Izumi" }, { "text": "Devika smiled, chuckling slightly at Nick. \"Nick, I would love to, but... I need some time to myself before the next class.\" She looked gratefully at Phoebe, who understood a lot more than she'd ever told anyone about her powers. \"I think I'll let Phoebe take you.\" Devika let go of the wheelchair, and stepped toward Phoebe. \n\n\"I know you haven't been a sister for long. But... as someone who has no siblings, you're the type of person I think of when people say 'sister'. Kind, understanding, and gentle. Also, not afraid to kick butt on behalf of your sibling.\" She inhaled slowly and braced herself, then put out her hand. It was rare that she'd shake anyone's hand, even with gloves. Phoebe had earned her respect, though.\n\n--\n\nKijani stared back and forth between them, then poked Anthony in the chest. \"Why? Why did you do that, huh? Nevermind how you knew in the first place, why?! Why didn't you just let me die?!\" The poking was getting a bit rougher, and at the last sentence she thumped him with her fist. \"There's nothing left for you, Anthony! There's no profit here, nothing of benefit! It's gone, it's all gone, so why the hell did you even bother?\"", "username": "Mistress Dizzy", "char_name": "Devika Jones" }, { "text": "Nicholas let out a cute dog like whine playfully joking with Devika,\"But i want you to roll me to class...\" She communicated to her his hands still on his lap with a small smile on his face.Even though Devika would not roll him to his class he appropriated her company and wouldn't mind having Phoebe with him and would like to get to know her more. \n\n--------------------------------------------------------------------------\n\nReinhardt was watching the two taking great pleasure in Kijani's pain and suffering loving her cries for help,He stayed in the shadows of course not wanting to be seen waiting for his chance to be alone with Anthony.", "username": "Eviledd1984", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Why was he still here? Did she not tell them all to leave? Ever so slightly frustrated by being ignored from earlier Kagerou turned and walked up toward Reinhardt. \"I don't need to see to know you are there. Now go wait down the hall like I said. Ignoring a staff member is not a wise decision. Now please go.\"", "username": "twave", "char_name": "Kagerou Rotusu" }, { "text": "Katherin smiled her thanks. She could have gone to her room in a towel. It was a girl's dorm after all. But that would have been awkward. So she appreciated Makoto's generosity. She selected a light pair of pants in a dark green color and a short sleeved blouse in a light blue color. \"A little fancy for my tastes. But their comfortable.\" She turned to Makoto. \"I am ready. I wonder if my group will tackle Mimic next. I kind of hope not. After yesterday Im not sure that Im ready to face him even with friends backing me up.\"", "username": "KatherinWinter", "char_name": "Katherin Winter" }, { "text": "\"Pish posh apple sauce....\" Reinhardt said flicking his hand back and forth with a smile on his face,\"I will be see you soon...\" He added walking away moving to another room so Kageura would not see him just yet.", "username": "Eviledd1984", "char_name": null } ]
Crossing her arms Kagerou continued to sense the young man's position without moving herself. This was something that very few understood about her. Most of the time it was a moot point, but once she identified someone she could keep track of them through most of the facility. Some of the staff might know she could do it, but a select few actually knew how.
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Kagerou Rotusu
----------------------- Gender: Female Age: 5338 years (looks 18) Parents: Unknown Powers: All of Kagerou's abilities revolve around one thing, life steal. The living energy of everything around her is her soul source of sustenance. The more she steals the stronger her other abilities become. Those abilities are super strength, telekinesis, regeneration, and immortality. Should she run out of life force she would turn to dust. She takes small amounts from many sources around her so most never notice the difference. Not really a power but the many years has allowed her to master many skills. Bio: Born millennia ago much of her early years are lost even to Kagerou. The earliest memories are of being a slave to a wealthy land owner. Things may have gone well for the young girl had she not been falsely accused of a crime. In those days the punishment was often death, as was the case here. Before being summarily executed Kagerou was offered a new life by a being of the underworld. Naive and fearful she quickly accepted. This didn't prevent her death however. Reviving in the wilderness where she was left to rot, Kagerou now found herself the slave of a new master. Having no choice but to obey the wishes of a demon she used her newly acquired powers to wreak havoc and death to those who did not submit to her master. As time passed it became more and more apparent that she no longer aged, a part of the curse to prevent her from ever being free. Hundreds of years passed, giving rise to legends of a bringer of death. But just like in the mortal world the underworld contained warring factions. Unbeknownst to Kagerou, her master was losing a battle that ultimately lead to his end. After not hearing anything from the master she had served for so long there was an extended spell where Kagerou disappeared from history. Having become so accustomed to receiving orders she was lost without them. Eventually though she realized that she had been freed and could make her own decisions. By then the whole world had moved on and she knew nothing of the cultural and technological changes. This was still well before the years of AD. Striking out on her own Kagerou sought to learn as much as she could about the world and travelled it over many times. Constantly having time to spare she tried and practiced anything she encountered. In the modern era she has become a freelancer. Of what just depended on how she felt. Good, bad, neutral, it made no difference. She's done jobs for SHIELD, The Hive, AIM, and even the Academy from time to time. Being as her interests are fickle it has been a generation since she has served as a instructor at the school. But it may just be time to take up the torch again. Appearance:
[ { "text": "Stepping a little closer Estella tapped him on the shoulder to get his attention. With that out of the way she had a moment where she was quite confused. Staring for a few seconds she shook her head. \"Uh, sorry. I'm the one talking in your head. We've met before I think. My name is Estella.\"", "username": "twave", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Phoebe smiled, and took Devika's hand, giving it a quick shake, and then out of respect for Devika's abilities, she removed her hand. She doubted the gloves fully worked, and wondered at the torment of continually feeling others emotions. It was hard enough feeling her own. But others? \"Thank you\" she said, before going kver to Nick. \n\nShe ruffled his hair without any thought, before grabbing the wheelchairs handles\n\n\n____________\n\nConnor stayed silent, having said all he could, but also because he wanted to know what Anthony said. He picked up the 'unnessacary suffering', and frowned. Did that mean that in otherwords, if Anthony could use suffering for his own gain, that wasn't unessacary? He didn't want to think about that, and hoped Kijani didn't pick that up as well", "username": "MarshiestMallow", "char_name": "Phoebe" }, { "text": "@Caits\n\nKijani stared at Anthonyy while he spoke, silent, and almost completely motionless. Once he was done, she continued to look at him. Finally, she spoke, her voice initially so quiet that it was barely audible. \"So... tell me, then. Which part of my suffering was the necessary part?\" Yes, she had heard it, and she was in no mood for semantics. At least her voice seemed to be gaining strength. \"Was it when you drugged me? Left me powerless, but conscious, so I could feel every minute of fear? Or when I was chained up in the truck, spending every second kicking myself for being dumb enough to think someone was on my side? Oh, wait, maybe it was when I got restrained to a table and told that my own mother wanted to abort me, that I was a mistake from the moment of my conception?\" She was shaking now. \n\n\"Unfortunately, the sleeping tablets failed to wipe out my mind. I'm not an idiot, Anthony. I can still see you weighing, calculating every word before you speak it. Even if you do care about me, somewhere in your mind, your words aren't real.\" She chuckled, even her voice trembling now. \"The only time you've been anything approaching honest was when you first came in. You had your mask on tight, but I was looking at your eyes. You looked like you wanted nothing more than to scream at me, to shake me and ask me what the hell I thought I was doing.\" Her head dropped. She would have been crying again, but there wasn't anything left.\n\n\"You didn't do that, though. Every word out of your mouth has been grade-A, Luthor approved, gold plated bullshit.\" She stared him dead in the face. \"I grew up the same as you. I know how to lie with the beauty of an opera. I know how to sound SO honest that people will eat the stories from my lips like candy. You're doing that to me now, and you're expecting me to swallow it whole? You're telling me that I'm important while you speak to me in the same voice that you used poisoning me?\" She let that statement hang, and then lifted her chin, the faintest spark of her dead pride in her eyes.\n\n\"Tell me the truth. Tell me the fucking TRUTH, or I never want to see you cast a fucking shadow near me again. You've got one chance, or I'm done with you.\" She had nothing left to lose. Cutting Anthony out would be as easy as burning paper.", "username": "Mistress Dizzy", "char_name": "Kijani Ryane" }, { "text": "Anthony stands, eyes ablaze with anger at being spoken to so harshly by a mere teenager. He speaks, a quiet fury causing the words to rapidly fly from his lips, \"I tire of this conversation Ms. Ryane. If you're so intent on believing that everyone despises and wants to use you, so be it. I led you to the truth about your kidnapping, which you wanted, by the way. I ensured that once you had that information, you returned with your life. I've given you the chance to see how ruthless you sometimes must be in order to thrive in today's world. When you gave up on yourself, I read between the lines and sent help. The reason I don't share the entirety of my plans with anyone is because I think on a completely different level than literally every other non-omniscient being in existence. No one could understand my thought process.\" He begins to leave the room but stops just short of the door and finishes, \"If I didn't think you were important, I would have let you died. If you don't want to see me again, then very well. Anthony Luthor never begs for, nor requires the attention of anyone.\" Anthony then coldly tells Connor, \"She's your responsibility now, I'm done.\"\n\n Without another word, he quickly leaves and begins walking toward Bruce Wayne's office.", "username": "knight125", "char_name": null }, { "text": "While the spiel was going on Kagerou kind of lost interest. While Anthony probably wasn't wrong about his level of intelligence his rant lacked the compassion he seemed to be showing before. And Kijani's description of past event sounded pretty damning. Perhaps he would have been better quitting while he was ahead. No matter. Once he left she shut the door and shook her head. \"Yep, he's a Luthor alright. Don't need any sixth sense to tell that.\" \n\nPotentially having drawn attention to herself the woman expected questions to pop up shortly. If not for all this extra commotion she would have kept her distance for a while. That young man seemed to draw a lot of attention. Sighing slightly she waited for it to start.", "username": "twave", "char_name": "Kagerou Rotusu" }, { "text": "Kijani listened, most of her face impassive. But her eyes showed more life than they had since she'd woken up alive. Anthony had been upset with her. He wasn't the type to yell- you didn't need to be loud to dominate an argument. But she recalled, very distantly, but enough, the same level of hidden fury when he'd executed his father's look-alike. Right before things had gone to hell for her, he'd been very bothered when the fake had said that Anthony's birth was an important achievement. \n\nA weak chuckle escaped her lips. He was finally honest with her for once, and then he was done? That was more than she'd asked for, and yet, exactly what she needed to hear.\n\nCurling up and pressing her cheek against the pillow, she gently held Connor's hand. \"Connor, I'm a total bitch. I hope you know that. I'm going to feel guilty about holding you back for a long time.\" She raised it to her lips and kissed it, hoping her dry, cracked mouth wouldn't bother him too much. \"I love you, even though it's probably the worst thing I could do for you. We've got to talk soon. Just us.\" She cast a glance at the strange woman in the room, whose name she wasn't sure she'd even heard. \"If Anthony hasn't blocked your number... thank him for me? He was upset, but that was the most real he's been since he got here.\" She smiled meekly. \n\n\"Go to class, will you? I don't think they're going to leave me by myself.\" A sigh escaped her. \"I hope they don't, anyway. Honestly, I'm still not sure I should be here, and yet I'm sane enough to know that I should be worried about that line of thinking.\"", "username": "Mistress Dizzy", "char_name": "Kijani Ryane" }, { "text": "Reinhardt came out of the shadows behind Anthony following behind him before finally speaking,\"I don't know why you talk to such ugly people...they have nothing intelligible to say...\" He said walking behind of Anthony.He knew this would get his attention and Anthony knew who was speaking for they had worked together in the past.\n\n---------------------------------------------\n\n\"Thank you...\" Nicholas communicated to Phoebe giggling a little like a child but over all felt a little sad to not have Devika wheel him around,His next class was Hero/Villain History his personal favorite class since he got to lean about the many villains before him along with the heroes but the villains were his favorite to read.", "username": "Eviledd1984", "char_name": null }, { "text": "\"I know you do. But at the same time, I'm not going to rely on my healing factor to save me. Who knows, you might have some Deus ex machina sword that stops healing factors, or something dumb along those lines.\" He replied as he kept a hand on the gun and looked at the names. \"I know some of these people. They've gone after me in an attempt to mug me. A poor decision on their parts.\" Some names stood out to him, others not so much. Some he didn't even know about, which was very surprising. \"I must say, you work fast. Some of these people I wouldn't even think of, they're model students.\" He took his hand off the gun as he grabbed the paper. \"What's your plan? I know you have one, you're not a person who's caught off guard easily. Me, I'm more of a 'Point and release' man. I can improvise and that's as far as planning goes.\"", "username": "Flood", "char_name": null }, { "text": "\"If you were done, Luther, you wouldn't have said so. Just walked out\" the words were out Connors Mouth, before he even realized it, at Anthony's retreating back. \n\nHe sighed softly, and looked to Kijani as she spoke.\n\nConnor just smiled. \"You know, only a few hours ago my father said that I would surpass him, perhaps sooner then either of us would like. And it's because of you, Kijani. I rather think that's the opposite of \"holding back\".\" He too spared a glance for Kagerou. Despite the fact she had said she would be helpful, she hadn't done much but look threatening to those that had tried to come in. \n\nHe rose slowly, leaning over slightly and kissing Kijani on the top of her head. \"You are not the worst thing to happen to me, my dear, but the best\" he smiled once more. \"I'll go to class, but I'll be back soon\"\n\n\n----\n\nPhoebe smiled, saying goodbye to Devika, and moving Nickolas's wheelchair, \"is everything alright?\" She asked him, hoping that everything had been sorted out between the two.\n\n------\n\nBruce was, once more, in his office. Which was a little bit worse for wear ol after the mornings activities. He was well aware of the fact that Anthony Luther had re-entered the school, and was currently waiting for the young man to appear.", "username": "MarshiestMallow", "char_name": "Phoebe" }, { "text": "\"A little I should have said something to...\" Nicholas went quit for a moment as she wheeled him towards his class,\"I don't know I wanted to be around her...\" He added his hands now tapping on his knee.", "username": "Eviledd1984", "char_name": null }, { "text": "\"I'm sure you will do fine. If nothing else you will do better than I did!\" Makoto assured. She mused over the idea of practicing her powers at some point. The week had yet to be out so she had time. Maybe she could practice a bit while the next group faced Mimic. Makoto hoped that he wouldn't be completely out of commission after class today. She really wanted to ask him about her powers. A thought struck Makoto as the girls left her dorm room.\"If you don't mind me asking, what have you learned to do with your powers so far?\" she asked, hoping then to provide suggestions or support for her friend.", "username": "Hidden Lilly", "char_name": "Makoto まこと (Gale) Izumi" } ]
Dizzy Seeing as they both acknowledged her presence she relaxed a bit and stepped forward. She didn't look much older than Kijani which probably made her introduction sound slightly odd. "I should probably introduce myself. My name is Kagerou Rotusu, I'm a returning instructor for the Academy." Offering a hand to Kijani she didn't expect it to be returned but she went with the gesture anyway. "I'm sorry if it looked like I was just lurking in a corner. I didn't think it would be appropriate to interrupt something so personal. Had I known the history you had..." The sentence trailed off. Letting Anthony stay was a mistake on her part. Though it did seem to have produced some good from it. Perhaps she should get more info from Bruce on the current circumstances. That would have to wait for another time. Looking to Connor she reassured him. "I'll stay with her while you're in class. I'll be more careful about things from here on. If you're both okay with it." She wanted their input. It always made things easier in the long run if people felt they had a choice. Which really they did. If she had to she would wait outside the door. Between her various abilities she could "see" everything going on from there anyhow.
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Kagerou Rotusu
----------------------- Gender: Female Age: 5338 years (looks 18) Parents: Unknown Powers: All of Kagerou's abilities revolve around one thing, life steal. The living energy of everything around her is her soul source of sustenance. The more she steals the stronger her other abilities become. Those abilities are super strength, telekinesis, regeneration, and immortality. Should she run out of life force she would turn to dust. She takes small amounts from many sources around her so most never notice the difference. Not really a power but the many years has allowed her to master many skills. Bio: Born millennia ago much of her early years are lost even to Kagerou. The earliest memories are of being a slave to a wealthy land owner. Things may have gone well for the young girl had she not been falsely accused of a crime. In those days the punishment was often death, as was the case here. Before being summarily executed Kagerou was offered a new life by a being of the underworld. Naive and fearful she quickly accepted. This didn't prevent her death however. Reviving in the wilderness where she was left to rot, Kagerou now found herself the slave of a new master. Having no choice but to obey the wishes of a demon she used her newly acquired powers to wreak havoc and death to those who did not submit to her master. As time passed it became more and more apparent that she no longer aged, a part of the curse to prevent her from ever being free. Hundreds of years passed, giving rise to legends of a bringer of death. But just like in the mortal world the underworld contained warring factions. Unbeknownst to Kagerou, her master was losing a battle that ultimately lead to his end. After not hearing anything from the master she had served for so long there was an extended spell where Kagerou disappeared from history. Having become so accustomed to receiving orders she was lost without them. Eventually though she realized that she had been freed and could make her own decisions. By then the whole world had moved on and she knew nothing of the cultural and technological changes. This was still well before the years of AD. Striking out on her own Kagerou sought to learn as much as she could about the world and travelled it over many times. Constantly having time to spare she tried and practiced anything she encountered. In the modern era she has become a freelancer. Of what just depended on how she felt. Good, bad, neutral, it made no difference. She's done jobs for SHIELD, The Hive, AIM, and even the Academy from time to time. Being as her interests are fickle it has been a generation since she has served as a instructor at the school. But it may just be time to take up the torch again. Appearance:
[ { "text": "Kijani listened, most of her face impassive. But her eyes showed more life than they had since she'd woken up alive. Anthony had been upset with her. He wasn't the type to yell- you didn't need to be loud to dominate an argument. But she recalled, very distantly, but enough, the same level of hidden fury when he'd executed his father's look-alike. Right before things had gone to hell for her, he'd been very bothered when the fake had said that Anthony's birth was an important achievement. \n\nA weak chuckle escaped her lips. He was finally honest with her for once, and then he was done? That was more than she'd asked for, and yet, exactly what she needed to hear.\n\nCurling up and pressing her cheek against the pillow, she gently held Connor's hand. \"Connor, I'm a total bitch. I hope you know that. I'm going to feel guilty about holding you back for a long time.\" She raised it to her lips and kissed it, hoping her dry, cracked mouth wouldn't bother him too much. \"I love you, even though it's probably the worst thing I could do for you. We've got to talk soon. Just us.\" She cast a glance at the strange woman in the room, whose name she wasn't sure she'd even heard. \"If Anthony hasn't blocked your number... thank him for me? He was upset, but that was the most real he's been since he got here.\" She smiled meekly. \n\n\"Go to class, will you? I don't think they're going to leave me by myself.\" A sigh escaped her. \"I hope they don't, anyway. Honestly, I'm still not sure I should be here, and yet I'm sane enough to know that I should be worried about that line of thinking.\"", "username": "Mistress Dizzy", "char_name": "Kijani Ryane" }, { "text": "Reinhardt came out of the shadows behind Anthony following behind him before finally speaking,\"I don't know why you talk to such ugly people...they have nothing intelligible to say...\" He said walking behind of Anthony.He knew this would get his attention and Anthony knew who was speaking for they had worked together in the past.\n\n---------------------------------------------\n\n\"Thank you...\" Nicholas communicated to Phoebe giggling a little like a child but over all felt a little sad to not have Devika wheel him around,His next class was Hero/Villain History his personal favorite class since he got to lean about the many villains before him along with the heroes but the villains were his favorite to read.", "username": "Eviledd1984", "char_name": null }, { "text": "\"I know you do. But at the same time, I'm not going to rely on my healing factor to save me. Who knows, you might have some Deus ex machina sword that stops healing factors, or something dumb along those lines.\" He replied as he kept a hand on the gun and looked at the names. \"I know some of these people. They've gone after me in an attempt to mug me. A poor decision on their parts.\" Some names stood out to him, others not so much. Some he didn't even know about, which was very surprising. \"I must say, you work fast. Some of these people I wouldn't even think of, they're model students.\" He took his hand off the gun as he grabbed the paper. \"What's your plan? I know you have one, you're not a person who's caught off guard easily. Me, I'm more of a 'Point and release' man. I can improvise and that's as far as planning goes.\"", "username": "Flood", "char_name": null }, { "text": "\"If you were done, Luther, you wouldn't have said so. Just walked out\" the words were out Connors Mouth, before he even realized it, at Anthony's retreating back. \n\nHe sighed softly, and looked to Kijani as she spoke.\n\nConnor just smiled. \"You know, only a few hours ago my father said that I would surpass him, perhaps sooner then either of us would like. And it's because of you, Kijani. I rather think that's the opposite of \"holding back\".\" He too spared a glance for Kagerou. Despite the fact she had said she would be helpful, she hadn't done much but look threatening to those that had tried to come in. \n\nHe rose slowly, leaning over slightly and kissing Kijani on the top of her head. \"You are not the worst thing to happen to me, my dear, but the best\" he smiled once more. \"I'll go to class, but I'll be back soon\"\n\n\n----\n\nPhoebe smiled, saying goodbye to Devika, and moving Nickolas's wheelchair, \"is everything alright?\" She asked him, hoping that everything had been sorted out between the two.\n\n------\n\nBruce was, once more, in his office. Which was a little bit worse for wear ol after the mornings activities. He was well aware of the fact that Anthony Luther had re-entered the school, and was currently waiting for the young man to appear.", "username": "MarshiestMallow", "char_name": "Phoebe" }, { "text": "\"A little I should have said something to...\" Nicholas went quit for a moment as she wheeled him towards his class,\"I don't know I wanted to be around her...\" He added his hands now tapping on his knee.", "username": "Eviledd1984", "char_name": null }, { "text": "\"I'm sure you will do fine. If nothing else you will do better than I did!\" Makoto assured. She mused over the idea of practicing her powers at some point. The week had yet to be out so she had time. Maybe she could practice a bit while the next group faced Mimic. Makoto hoped that he wouldn't be completely out of commission after class today. She really wanted to ask him about her powers. A thought struck Makoto as the girls left her dorm room.\"If you don't mind me asking, what have you learned to do with your powers so far?\" she asked, hoping then to provide suggestions or support for her friend.", "username": "Hidden Lilly", "char_name": "Makoto まこと (Gale) Izumi" }, { "text": "Dizzy\n\nSeeing as they both acknowledged her presence she relaxed a bit and stepped forward. She didn't look much older than Kijani which probably made her introduction sound slightly odd. \"I should probably introduce myself. My name is Kagerou Rotusu, I'm a returning instructor for the Academy.\" Offering a hand to Kijani she didn't expect it to be returned but she went with the gesture anyway. \"I'm sorry if it looked like I was just lurking in a corner. I didn't think it would be appropriate to interrupt something so personal. Had I known the history you had...\" The sentence trailed off. Letting Anthony stay was a mistake on her part. Though it did seem to have produced some good from it. Perhaps she should get more info from Bruce on the current circumstances. That would have to wait for another time.\n\nLooking to Connor she reassured him. \"I'll stay with her while you're in class. I'll be more careful about things from here on. If you're both okay with it.\" She wanted their input. It always made things easier in the long run if people felt they had a choice. Which really they did. If she had to she would wait outside the door. Between her various abilities she could \"see\" everything going on from there anyhow.", "username": "twave", "char_name": "Kagerou Rotusu" }, { "text": "@Caits\n\nKijani smiled at Connor. She wasn't in agreement with him, but she didn't have the energy to argue. To Kagerou, she nodded and shook the other's hand weakly. \"An instructor?\" Surely there was more to this woman than she was seeing, but Kijani couldn't bring herself to care. \"Yes, you can watch me. I don't think I have enough energy to do more than sleep, though.\" She chuckled, trying to push back her hair into something resembling order.\n\n\"Connor... thank you. I-\" She reddened, her gaze darting to Kagerou. But then she shrugged, figuring the woman had already heard far more worse things in this hour alone. \"I love you, Connor. Very much.\"", "username": "Mistress Dizzy", "char_name": "Kijani Ryane" }, { "text": "Lee leaned back in his chair as he listened to Flood speak concerning the bullies attacking him already. \"It would not surprise me they attempted such, this group is weak and directionless. Only content on pinching whatever small change they can from these students they give thieves a poor representation.\" He said with disdain while Flood look over his list of names and mention Lee's efficiency. \"Rule 7: Work quick or don't bother. Its easy enough to figure out the dumb brutes who do the front work of mugging students, its a such an easy trail it may as well had an actual line to lead me to the 'model' students.\" He explained leaning forward as he tapped the several names on the list. \n\n\"They are the ones controlling the whole operation. You see my dear fellow it is one thing to acquire the merchandise but some it takes skill to turn a profit. Plus from what I gather...they don't trust each other none of the three big guys on this list do. I can tell you right now that they don't trust each other to the point all three of them are constantly aware of the source of the loot. Common bandit tactic, they'll share some of the profit with each other but just enough to keep someone from squealing. Though if something bad does occur they will be more preoccupied dealing with the squealer than anyone else.\" He said \n\n\"I do have a plan, we will hit all three of their stashes at once. To do that...we are going to need your paint bombs...some medical supplies from clinic on the back of the list, and a few other items I'll pick up.\" He said", "username": "Z2010Deadmeat", "char_name": "Lee (Last name unknown)" }, { "text": "\"And I will have to ensure that you don't.\" She laughed, taking a napkin to clean the small knife. When she heard his mention of artifacts she quirked an eyebrow, and as she slipped the knife into the top of her boot teasingly said \"Let's hope your evaluation is correct then, it would be a shame for you to return to it and find only destruction. Besides, lunch is near finished and it would not do for you to be late to your first class.\" She stood and threw the apple core away, beginning a slow walk out the cafeteria to allow Kaden to catch up.", "username": "Klyix", "char_name": "Eldkatla 'Kat' Lokidóttir" }, { "text": "As Estella steps into view, Ben begins smiling and becomes noticeably relieved. \"I think I remember you,\" he says, \"You're the girl from another planet that crash landed here, right?\"\n\nWhat should have been a fifteen to twenty minute walk to the principal's office was reduced to a mere ten minutes by Anthony's rapid pace and long strides. After taking a minute to regain both his composure and his breath, Anthony enters the lobby outside of Wayne's office and stops at the secretary's desk. \"Is Mr. Wayne for some reason too busy to see me?\" he asks calmly, his expression making it clear what he expected to hear in response.", "username": "knight125", "char_name": null }, { "text": "\"That's what I'm told. I don't really remember much. My brain has been scrambled all up. And I kind of have...\" Her smile wilting slightly Estella looked around a bit. Should she mention having some of his memories. It might be best to be upfront with it. \"I'm not sure how to say this without it sounding weird. But somehow I have memories that are yours. I was talking with Jack not that long ago about it.\"", "username": "twave", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Bruce could hear his secretary's reply, and settled back in his chair. There were, of course, two ways to play this. Keep Anthony waiting, or pander to him. \n\n\"Mr.Wayne will see you in five minutes, Mr Luther\" The secretary said, in a calm tone, clearly unphased by Anthony's expression, and making it clear that they wouldn't tolerate anything other than waiting. \n\nBruce took the time to turn his computer off, put some papers away, and then leaned over, pressing a batter, \"You can send Anthony in\"\n\n--------\n\nConnor smiled, \"I love you very much too\" to him, it was just an acknowledgement of his feelings, but the words held feeling, and he reluctantly stepped away from the bed, grabbing his pack and suit, stopping and looking back at Kijani, smiling again.", "username": "MarshiestMallow", "char_name": "Phoebe" } ]
Dizzy Watching the two confessed their love for each other brought a smile to Kagerou's face. From experience she knew it was a very powerful bond that could lead many different directions. For herself it was an emotion she had to keep in check. Outliving anyone she ever cared for made it difficult at times. Immortality was not as fantastic as people always made it out to be. But it was a reality she had come to terms with. Connor having moved away she took a seat again and responded to Kijani's comment. "Well if you end up sleeping the whole time then so be it. But I'd be more than welcome to keep you company if you don't."
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Kagerou Rotusu
----------------------- Gender: Female Age: 5338 years (looks 18) Parents: Unknown Powers: All of Kagerou's abilities revolve around one thing, life steal. The living energy of everything around her is her soul source of sustenance. The more she steals the stronger her other abilities become. Those abilities are super strength, telekinesis, regeneration, and immortality. Should she run out of life force she would turn to dust. She takes small amounts from many sources around her so most never notice the difference. Not really a power but the many years has allowed her to master many skills. Bio: Born millennia ago much of her early years are lost even to Kagerou. The earliest memories are of being a slave to a wealthy land owner. Things may have gone well for the young girl had she not been falsely accused of a crime. In those days the punishment was often death, as was the case here. Before being summarily executed Kagerou was offered a new life by a being of the underworld. Naive and fearful she quickly accepted. This didn't prevent her death however. Reviving in the wilderness where she was left to rot, Kagerou now found herself the slave of a new master. Having no choice but to obey the wishes of a demon she used her newly acquired powers to wreak havoc and death to those who did not submit to her master. As time passed it became more and more apparent that she no longer aged, a part of the curse to prevent her from ever being free. Hundreds of years passed, giving rise to legends of a bringer of death. But just like in the mortal world the underworld contained warring factions. Unbeknownst to Kagerou, her master was losing a battle that ultimately lead to his end. After not hearing anything from the master she had served for so long there was an extended spell where Kagerou disappeared from history. Having become so accustomed to receiving orders she was lost without them. Eventually though she realized that she had been freed and could make her own decisions. By then the whole world had moved on and she knew nothing of the cultural and technological changes. This was still well before the years of AD. Striking out on her own Kagerou sought to learn as much as she could about the world and travelled it over many times. Constantly having time to spare she tried and practiced anything she encountered. In the modern era she has become a freelancer. Of what just depended on how she felt. Good, bad, neutral, it made no difference. She's done jobs for SHIELD, The Hive, AIM, and even the Academy from time to time. Being as her interests are fickle it has been a generation since she has served as a instructor at the school. But it may just be time to take up the torch again. Appearance:
[ { "text": "Lilly\n\nKatherin considered it. It made sense. \"I never thought about that. I will try. I have been working with ice on a large scale. You know slides and freezing people.\" She explained she tried to envision using her ice smaller portions. Sand rather than cement. Making it smaller would take practice. But she could do that. It would give her something to do. And maybe this weekend she could ask her dad for pointers.", "username": "KatherinWinter", "char_name": "Katherin Winter" }, { "text": "\"Security issues?\" Anthony repeats incredulously, \"That implies that there's at least some sort of plan in place to protect the students. However, in my experience, that's not the case at all. You leave the students to just fend for themselves against one of the X-Men's greatest foes? I understand the need for tactile training, but that's just reckless endangerment of the young lives entrusted to you.\" He pauses for a few seconds then continues with a self-satisfied smile, \"And don't even get me started on how ridiculously easy it is to break into the safe containing files on the entire student body.\"\n\nAfter taking a deep breath and returning to his usual level of nonchalance, Anthony remarks, \"Although I have many concerns regarding the Academy's security, I can't deny the effectiveness of the teaching staff. So, I will continue funding the school under two conditions. I assume the position of Assistant Dean and handle the day to day operations of the Academy. By extension, I will also take control of the currently defunct security measures.\"\n\nBen shrugs, \"I really don't know how I could help you get your memories back when I can't remember anything from the past three weeks or so. Have you talked to Professor X about it?\"", "username": "knight125", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Kijani managed a smile and looked at Kagerou. \"You are an instructor, then? You don't look much older than me. Are you human?\" Usually she would attempt some tact, but she just didn't care. She was tired and wanted to sleep for months.", "username": "Mistress Dizzy", "char_name": "Kijani Ryane" }, { "text": "Bruce's expression went cold. Then blank. \"No\" he said shortly \"I already have someone in charge of the security, appointed today, and frankly, I trust her a hell of a lot more then I will ever trust you. See, Anthony, you are under the impression that I actually need your funding. There are always other sources, and other funding\" he shook his head.\n\n\"It was never my intetion to leave the school undefended. with the many attacks to the general population, having a task force assemble quickly was necessary. But the school was never in any danger. The fastest of the teaching staff were here in moments, and found that the students had handled themselves, and those captured handled themselves. We are not a kinder garden to hold your hand through everything you do. But the fact that the school was without staff, is an over site and a mistake I will not make again. We fell for a trap, as even the best of us do sometimes. It won't happen again\"\n\nHe sighed, as if what he was about to say was unpleasant. \"I handle the day to day, as does Clark. However, you can undertake an assistant dean role, yet any decision has to be approved by Clark, or myself. That has how it has always been. And how it will be for you. And\" and now Bruce smiled \"technically, you are still a student as you have not graduated yet and thus, you still have to undertake lessons. I imagine that will help in the day to day schemes, as well as enabling you to access security, and work with Kagerou, who is now head of security, therefore fifilling both your conditions, although I imagine that wasn't what you had in mind\"", "username": "MarshiestMallow", "char_name": "Phoebe" }, { "text": "Shaking her head solemnly Estella responds. He and J'onn couldn't get into my head. The mental blocks are too 'chaotic.' They say it's probably a defense mechanism, protecting myself from something. Kind of scares me because I have no idea what it could be.\n\n\n\nLaughing out loud a little Kagerou clearly thought Kijani's question funny. Yes I get that a lot. I am in fact human, a cursed human, but human none the less. I stopped aging millennia ago.\" That was bound to bring up more questions eventually. But she said it like it was just a normal conversation piece. It was so long ago that giving out that little tidbit wouldn't lead anywhere no matter the amount of research.", "username": "twave", "char_name": "Kagerou Rotusu" }, { "text": "Kijani lifted her eyebrows. \"Millenia? Cool. You ever been to China? You should...\" She yawned, rubbing her eyes. \"You should tell me about China. But first, I'm going to sleep for the next millenia myself.\" She burrowed down under the blankets, weariness written all over her face.", "username": "Mistress Dizzy", "char_name": "Kijani Ryane" }, { "text": "Anthony shakes his head and says with a small chuckle, \"Well played Mr. Wayne. I won't try to forcibly take control so it seems like you've won. However, since I wasn't sent here by a parent and I enrolled by myself, I can drop out any time I like. I choose to drop out as of this moment. I accept the position of Assistant Dean and I'll even consent to having my decisions be approved by you. Nevertheless, I will not agree to be underneath a witch. I will allow her to be a consultant but I am in charge of security. It's nothing personal, it's just business and in business, you have to make compromises.\"", "username": "knight125", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Bruce\n\nJust a title, just a position. That was it. Kagerou would, he knew, report to him, and not Anthony. So let the young man have that, it would still amount to Kagerou being his. Or rather the schools. \"Very well. But she is still head of security. She won't constant, I am sure of that, to being under you. And as you won't constent to being under her, then I think an equal position is in order. It's nothing personal\" bruce said, deliberately using the same words \"but Kagerou's stills and her background mean that she gets priority in what she wants. So an equal position of power for security is best. And that is all the comprimise you will get\"\n\nPhoebe\n\nPhoebe pushed Nicholas along towards Power Development, looking about for Katherin, or Makoto, hoping to be able to catch up with her friends soon, and wanting to explain what had happened, and also ask if they were okay. \n\nConnor\n\nConnor didn't go far after leaving the infirmary, and leaned against a wall, closing his eyes, he drew in a breath and let it out, and did that for a few moments, to regain his bearings, and appear stable as he went about lessons. Not that he cared, but he didn't want to be asked a million questions, and was sure that Kijani wouldn't like it either. \n\nHe sighed, and then pushed off the wall, heading towards power development. \n\nKalinda\n\nKalinda at her lunch, feeling lonely not something she cared to feel, and not something she had wanted to feel again. She pushed away from her table, put the tray onto of a bin, and headed out the cafeteria, not looking around, merely wanting to be outside. \n\nShe knew she should head to close, but...she didn't want to see Arnold controlling her friends, to know that Arnold would do all he could to maintain that control. And it would also cause her to face what she was going to do, about him wanting to take control of the school. It felt like a betrayal, even though it could be argued that it wasn't. \n\nShe sighed, and started towards the classroom.", "username": "MarshiestMallow", "char_name": "Phoebe" }, { "text": "Makoto smiled as the two walked through the hallways. She was still following Katherin, the school was so large it would take more than a day and a half to learn where everything was. It seemed like they would be there soon. Makoto was happy that her suggestion could help Katherin. They giggled and chatted the whole way to PD. Upon rounding the last corner to get to the PD classroom, Makoto noticed Phoebe and a boy in a wheelchair off down the opposite hallway. \n\n\"Hey, Phoebe!\" Makoto called out, waving. Sincerely hoping that it was Phoebe, to save her from any embarrassment. The guy in the wheelchair was a stranger to her, but Phoebe seemed to know him closely.", "username": "Hidden Lilly", "char_name": "Makoto まこと (Gale) Izumi" }, { "text": "Phoebe looked over at Makoto's call, and smiled brightly, stopping, and raising a hand in a wave, \"hey, Gale!\" She said brightly, glad her friend seemed to be okay, as well as calling Makoto by what she wanted to be called. \"How are you? What have you been doing? Sorry I just disappeared. Things happened\"", "username": "MarshiestMallow", "char_name": "Phoebe" }, { "text": "Anthony frowns, \"The school is taking a thirty percent budget cut because you wouldn't meet my demands. However, I'll be spending the majority of that on improving the school's security anyway, so don't worry about it too much.\" He stands and says while leaving, \"I'll be needing an office.\"\n\nBen glances at his watch and upon seeing the time, sighs. \"It's time for class. I'll see you later, alright?\"", "username": "knight125", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Reinhardt was waiting outside of the office room hiding in the shadows waiting for Anthony to come out so he could talk to him,He had his arms folded under his chest quietly.", "username": "Eviledd1984", "char_name": null }, { "text": "\"You will find a suitable office waiting for you at the end of the day\" bruce said, shutting the door after Anthony left, deliberately doing so, so that Anthony couldn't say anything more.\n\nhe wondered what he had just agreed to.", "username": "MarshiestMallow", "char_name": "Phoebe" }, { "text": "\"It's the small victories that matter Luthor. One day the school will be yours. As soon as Wayne is out of the the way, that is.\" As the office door closes behind Anthony, he unknowingly passes Reinhardt and begins to meander through the hallway.", "username": "knight125", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Reinhardt followed behind before giving a slow clap tha would get his attention,\"My my Anthony I think I was correct and you have such a beautiful mind\" He said with a smile on his face.\n\n\"Although I don't know why you talk to trash...\" He added thinking about Anthony speaking Kijani and Connor.", "username": "Eviledd1984", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Flood made it out of the infirmary with the supplies he needed and sighed slightly with a wide smile on his face. That nurse was two seconds from discovering him if he hadn't rolled under the desk. He made sure that his loot was hidden very well and brushed off some dirt from his clothes. \"Now when is class?\"", "username": "Flood", "char_name": null } ]
As he walked down the hall he was suddenly stopped by an invisible barrier. Kijani fast asleep meant that she wouldn't be harming herself for the moment. She'd also locked the door from the inside to keep other wandering students from waltzing in. Stepping into view Kagerou sized up the student. Deadpool's kid. She'd worked with and against the unstable mercenary in the past. Hard to avoid being on both sides of that given he could be a ally one minute and a enemy the next. "I'm going to need you to return the things you stole. Don't bother denying it either. I have a lot more experience in that field than you may think." If she was going to be head of security then things were going to change. Starting with this little incident.
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Kagerou Rotusu
----------------------- Gender: Female Age: 5338 years (looks 18) Parents: Unknown Powers: All of Kagerou's abilities revolve around one thing, life steal. The living energy of everything around her is her soul source of sustenance. The more she steals the stronger her other abilities become. Those abilities are super strength, telekinesis, regeneration, and immortality. Should she run out of life force she would turn to dust. She takes small amounts from many sources around her so most never notice the difference. Not really a power but the many years has allowed her to master many skills. Bio: Born millennia ago much of her early years are lost even to Kagerou. The earliest memories are of being a slave to a wealthy land owner. Things may have gone well for the young girl had she not been falsely accused of a crime. In those days the punishment was often death, as was the case here. Before being summarily executed Kagerou was offered a new life by a being of the underworld. Naive and fearful she quickly accepted. This didn't prevent her death however. Reviving in the wilderness where she was left to rot, Kagerou now found herself the slave of a new master. Having no choice but to obey the wishes of a demon she used her newly acquired powers to wreak havoc and death to those who did not submit to her master. As time passed it became more and more apparent that she no longer aged, a part of the curse to prevent her from ever being free. Hundreds of years passed, giving rise to legends of a bringer of death. But just like in the mortal world the underworld contained warring factions. Unbeknownst to Kagerou, her master was losing a battle that ultimately lead to his end. After not hearing anything from the master she had served for so long there was an extended spell where Kagerou disappeared from history. Having become so accustomed to receiving orders she was lost without them. Eventually though she realized that she had been freed and could make her own decisions. By then the whole world had moved on and she knew nothing of the cultural and technological changes. This was still well before the years of AD. Striking out on her own Kagerou sought to learn as much as she could about the world and travelled it over many times. Constantly having time to spare she tried and practiced anything she encountered. In the modern era she has become a freelancer. Of what just depended on how she felt. Good, bad, neutral, it made no difference. She's done jobs for SHIELD, The Hive, AIM, and even the Academy from time to time. Being as her interests are fickle it has been a generation since she has served as a instructor at the school. But it may just be time to take up the torch again. Appearance:
[ { "text": "\"My apologize my personal opinion is well I do not trust her...\" Reinhardt let out a tired sigh rubbing the bridge of his nose,\"I am correct because you have such a beautiful mind playing with Wayne and all...\" Reinhardt giggled walking forward close but was sill behind Anthony.\n\n\"I found someone just as interesting..Crane's son he recently went a little crazy thanks to his father and made a lot of trouble for Wayne and Pamela Isley...\" Reinhardt added with a smile.\n\n\"Oh and by the way what is your plan?\" He added.", "username": "Eviledd1984", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Kat turned to see who had bumped into Kaden, only to roll her eyes when she saw Lee. She drummed her fingers on her thigh listening to their exchange and considered continuing walking to class alone but Kadens question dragged her into the conversation. \"You wound me Kaden. No, I have known him all of a few hours. He is just a boy who seems to believe he lives in a fairytale, where thieves are dashing and a kiss means love.\" She said theatrically with a dismissive wave of her hand. \n\n\"And he is not fine.\" She reached for his wrist and turned it over, not roughly but her point was clear in his reaction. Shaking her head slightly she didn't have to think too hard as to how he may have injured himself, though providing it was not anything she needed or desired she cared very little either way. \"However,\" she said now in the old tongue, turning to Kaden specifically, \"I do not think he knows who we are.\" And a small, dangerous smile played on her lips.", "username": "Klyix", "char_name": "Eldkatla 'Kat' Lokidóttir" }, { "text": "\"But alas I never made any pretense to such dreams or romanticized allegations to either thieves or kisses. Curious that you would choose such words to describe me though.\" Lee said before flinching slightly as Kat examined his wrist. Lingering pain exploded from the injury as she examined it. Her touch was cold, it was almost like ice was pressed against his bare skin. It was odd to say the least after all the only other time they touched was when their lips were pressed against each other and he didn't notice the chill then. Perhaps he was too distracted by lifting the book to notice it. A question for another time it would seem. Then Kat began to speak in a tongue that was not familiar to him or the universal language translator chip that he had implanted. After all if you travel the galaxy it was either to have a translation then spending every waking hour studying hundreds of different languages. \n\nYet this one Kat spoke now did not process at all. Terran languages were uploaded into the translator sure but the world was so rarely visited by other species but the languages were kno-ohhhhhh now that made sense. As Kaden slipped into the language did it only confirm Lee's sneaking suspicion. \n\n\"Kat, play nice you've only known him for a few hours like you said.\" Kaden acting like a parent lightly scolding a child. \"At least wait a few days before you pull some theatrics of your own.\" he added with a small playful pat on the back as Lee could only help but chuckle. \n\n\"Well you two are definitely not like the others I have seen it would seem. Nor are you from around here to speak in such a unique tongue between each other\" Lee said as Kaden rose a brow as their eyes connected. \"Hmmm your not like Kat. No you seem...more noble.\" The thief said as he began to read Kaden. \"Oh..wait...you've seen a lot, you have the eyes of a man that has faced great conflict...something that has lasted for years. Whether the turmoil be internal or external, now judging by how you look at Kat their is a sense of compassion and love, its not that of lovers more of a sibling attachment with the additional consideration of your own little secret language...and that is the look of you trying to understand how some random kid with a broken wrist is reading you like a book.\" Lee said tilting his head as Kaden frowned and tilted his own head mimicking Lee's actions as the demigod had a look of curious intrigue on his features. \n\nThen Kaden turned to Kat. \"I'll take it he has already did this little trick on you already today correct?\" Kaden asked. \n\n\"Possibly\" Lee said flinching slightly while gently withdrawing his wrist from Kat's grasp. \"How many other people's injuries does she inspect with physical contact?\" He asked. \"Unless they seemed to have catch some form of interest in her intelligent green eyes.\" He added gripping his wrist again", "username": "Z2010Deadmeat", "char_name": "Lee (Last name unknown)" }, { "text": "Flood didn't let her rip the sword out of his hands instead he twisted his arms with her wrist and let his bones crack from the unnatural strain they were put under. \"Yes, give me more pain!\" He headbutted her and let her trip him as he took his sword with him. He rolled backwards and psychotically stared at her as he already felt his bones mending. \n\nHe sheathed his Katana and pulled out two more handguns. These ones were loaded with incendiary bullets and would ignite upon impact. The guns would be rendered useless from the heat, but he had plenty of guns. He began firing again as he looked at a nearby window. Coincidentally the same one he jumped out of earlier. He threw the partially melted guns at her and ran towards the window to jump. He needed to get out of this situation before his mind deteriorated too much.", "username": "Flood", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Makoto noticed that Phoebe called her by the name she had chosen. She appreciated that, but had continued to debate the name change.\nThe four paused outside of the classroom door to catch up. \"I'm good, Katherin and I have been having fun today. Flood Joined us for lunch too.\" Makoto explained, skimming over all of the details of her's and Katherin's day so far. \"Is everything alright?\" she asked, clearly concerned for her new friend. She realized she was ignoring the boy in the wheelchair, but she was unsure what to say or do to introduce herself. Seeing him up close, she thought she may have seen him before... but not in a wheelchair. He kinda looked like the guy who kept hiding in the shadows as Phoebe showed Makoto around the campus.", "username": "Hidden Lilly", "char_name": "Makoto まこと (Gale) Izumi" }, { "text": "This time all the bullets were caught by a TK barrier and exploded harmlessly it its grasp. Her eyes darting to the window it unlatched and opened as Flood was running for it. Casually waving her hand she boosted the boy into the air and out the window. Rather than falling though he stopped abruptly as Kagerou walked over to the opening and leaned on the window sill. Flood would find himself in an invisible bubble and the woman watched the brief moment of confusion. \"Thank you for heading outside. It makes dragging you around so much easier. Now, let's go find your friend.\" \n\nHopping out of the window she lighted on the ground and headed for the enterance where Lee was. Two Asguardians were around him it would seem. The demigods had a distinct feel to them apart from humans. The bubble that Flood was in followed along. Poking her head inside she looked at the three. \"Hello there. I don't think we've had the chance to meet properly. But that will have to wait until after your friend here explains what he was doing in the infirmary after I locked it.\" She smiled lightly, hoping this one wouldn't be quite as tenacious.", "username": "twave", "char_name": "Kagerou Rotusu" }, { "text": "Flood started giggling as he floated through the air. \"Whee!\" He yelled as he pulled out a knife and tested how strong this telekintic bubble was. 'Well, looks like I'm not getting out anytime soon.' He thought to himself as he prepared a small unnoticeable knife in his sleeve. He would make sure that he got the job done, no matter what.", "username": "Flood", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Kat only rolled her eyes as he tried to twist her own words against her; a hit with his broken hand would have done more damage. \"I was more than willing to play nice, whatever happens from this point on is his own fault. It seems like he needs the valuable lesson.\" She said, looking at Kaden and ignoring the small signs of comradery between the two.\n\nAnd then Lee began to run off on Kaden as he had with her that morning. \"Oh joy.\" She sighed, and simply waited for the whole thing to end, giving Kaden a pointed look towards its end. And even when he finally fell silent it wasn't for long, as he answered Kadens question for her; whether she wanted him to was another question however. This boy clearly wanted to make his life miserable.\n\nBut before she had the chance to tell him the error of his ways one of the newer faces, Kagerou walked up. She nearly called her a knight in shining armour but the sight of Flood behind her suggested quite the opposite. Kat smiled at the sight. \"I imagine it is something to do with the fact he's a dirty thief, but I don't want to put words into your mouth.\" She said with a mock innocence that everyone would be able to see through. She knew there had been something amiss with her; there was a story there that was clear. \"Or maybe he was just searching for a way to fix his mysteriously injured hand. Lee, please do clarify the situation.\" She turned to him, a smile showing she was going to enjoy this power shift.", "username": "Klyix", "char_name": "Eldkatla 'Kat' Lokidóttir" }, { "text": "Phoebe listened as Makoto talked, and as she did, she realised that she might not know Nicholas, beyond merely recognising him. \"Everythings okay. We just had some difficulty, with Nick's father. This Nick by the way, my half-brother\" Phoebe doubted she would get tired of being able to say that. She smiled, and looked at Nick, hoping he would be okay in the long run. \n\n\"This is Makoto, but she told me to call her Gale\" She said, looking to Makoto to make sure that was still correct.", "username": "MarshiestMallow", "char_name": "Phoebe" }, { "text": "Oh! Phoebe had mentioned her half-brother yesterday. At that time the siblings seemed to have been in ill favor with each other but today, that had changed dramatically. Maybe the talking suggestion worked. Makoto was unsure how to approach the situation, weather to lean over or crouch down. She didn't want to be demeaning to Nicholas. In the end she decided the most respectful response would be to crouch down so that her eyes were level with his. Makoto extended her hand in an offering;\n\n\"Hey Nicholas, I'm Gale.\" she reiterated. She still felt like the new name was better. Makoto was not a totslly different person but so much about her life was different now, it my be of more use to take on a new name now. She thought that her name change was similar to that of a catapillar becoming a butterfly, or a seed becoming a tree, or even a gusty wind becoming a hurricane. They all begin as one thing, the entity doesn't change much but rather transforms into something different and is thus called by a new name.", "username": "Hidden Lilly", "char_name": "Makoto まこと (Gale) Izumi" }, { "text": "Lee did not flinch nor did his features change as the teacher confronted him with Flood floating behind her. Nor did he react to Kat's rresponse to the older woman instead he simply turned to face her with a rose brow. \"I hurt my hand when I fell off the side of the Academy. My thrill seeking was rash and it cost me, I asked Flood to go and get me something for it. As the pain subsided I noticed he had not yet returned and went to go and find him.\" He said motioning to the boy behind her.\n\n\"However when I noticed the fight occurring I risked injuring my hand further by not intervening and enter the infirmary from the outside. \" he said before gritting his teeth. \"I caused it to flare up again and I fell a second time just for some pain killers.\" He said reaching into his coat and pulling the bottle out. \"I know it was rash but my hand is in....excruciating pain....\" HD groaned", "username": "Z2010Deadmeat", "char_name": "Lee (Last name unknown)" }, { "text": "Nicholas brought his hand out to shake Gales hand with a smile on his face,Once he shook her hand he put his hand down and started writing down on his notepad,He handed the piece of paper to her laughing softly.\"Hello my name is Nicholas and yes i am Phoebe's half brother i only found this out a few days ago and but it's a pleasure to meet you\" It said on the note while Nicholas now had his hand now on top of his knees.", "username": "Eviledd1984", "char_name": null } ]
Kagerou listened quietly and examined the hand in question. He'd definitely done a number to it. After Lee had finished she mused for a moment. "You are probably going to want more than just pain killers for your hand. The nurses should be getting back by now. Have them take a look at it." It was hard to tell whether she believed him or not. The advice seemed to at least be a good sign. But the fact she she'd known he was there after leaving meant she had some other way of tracking people. Leaving it at that she looked back at Flood. "I'm going to need the things you stole back. We keep inventory for a reason you know. If anything is still missing afterward its not like we won't notice. And I'll know just who to look for. I also know where you've been so if I have to I'll just turn the place upside down." Smirking she let Flood drift down till he was on his own two feet again.
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Kagerou Rotusu
----------------------- Gender: Female Age: 5338 years (looks 18) Parents: Unknown Powers: All of Kagerou's abilities revolve around one thing, life steal. The living energy of everything around her is her soul source of sustenance. The more she steals the stronger her other abilities become. Those abilities are super strength, telekinesis, regeneration, and immortality. Should she run out of life force she would turn to dust. She takes small amounts from many sources around her so most never notice the difference. Not really a power but the many years has allowed her to master many skills. Bio: Born millennia ago much of her early years are lost even to Kagerou. The earliest memories are of being a slave to a wealthy land owner. Things may have gone well for the young girl had she not been falsely accused of a crime. In those days the punishment was often death, as was the case here. Before being summarily executed Kagerou was offered a new life by a being of the underworld. Naive and fearful she quickly accepted. This didn't prevent her death however. Reviving in the wilderness where she was left to rot, Kagerou now found herself the slave of a new master. Having no choice but to obey the wishes of a demon she used her newly acquired powers to wreak havoc and death to those who did not submit to her master. As time passed it became more and more apparent that she no longer aged, a part of the curse to prevent her from ever being free. Hundreds of years passed, giving rise to legends of a bringer of death. But just like in the mortal world the underworld contained warring factions. Unbeknownst to Kagerou, her master was losing a battle that ultimately lead to his end. After not hearing anything from the master she had served for so long there was an extended spell where Kagerou disappeared from history. Having become so accustomed to receiving orders she was lost without them. Eventually though she realized that she had been freed and could make her own decisions. By then the whole world had moved on and she knew nothing of the cultural and technological changes. This was still well before the years of AD. Striking out on her own Kagerou sought to learn as much as she could about the world and travelled it over many times. Constantly having time to spare she tried and practiced anything she encountered. In the modern era she has become a freelancer. Of what just depended on how she felt. Good, bad, neutral, it made no difference. She's done jobs for SHIELD, The Hive, AIM, and even the Academy from time to time. Being as her interests are fickle it has been a generation since she has served as a instructor at the school. But it may just be time to take up the torch again. Appearance:
[ { "text": "Nicholas nodded waving goodbye to Katerin and looking over to Phoebe to wheel him over to Power Development.", "username": "Eviledd1984", "char_name": null }, { "text": "\"The son of Mystique? Interesting. Could be useful.\"Anthony muses for a moment. \"I'm afraid I haven't heard of your father. He must not have been of import. What can you do?\"", "username": "knight125", "char_name": null }, { "text": "\"Well i can transform into many people look and even copy their voices to exactly mimic them perfectly\" Reinhardt said now transforming into Anthony with a smile,\"And i am a master assassin if i may say so myself killing 73 men,21 women and about 271 mutants all while under the employment of Magneto\" He added transforming into Magneto copying his voice when he said his kill record.\n\n\"I am also triple jointed and can pass though very tight spaces for example that vent over their or though moving clock gears and live...\" He added transforming into his mother.", "username": "Eviledd1984", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Lee wasn't certain if Kangerou bought the story regardless it seemed to have passed regardless. As the woman spoke however did Lee groan mentally, this woman was in charge of the Academy's security great. That would hamper any chance Lee had to conduct operations within the Academy grounds or locate items the building could have to help. The thief didn't plan to do all of his heist supply shopping at the Academy but this little incident would definitely cause Kangerou to keep an eye out for either of them should something occur. However when she mentioned it wasn't her responsibility to deal with something that occurs outside of the Academy affairs did Lee's spirits improve somewhat. At least she wouldn't be breathing down his neck like the NBA..or whatever acronym of the agency caught spying on people recently was. \n\nAfter Kangerou advised Lee to head to the infirmary now to mend his hand did he nod. \"Very well.\" He said before turning back to glance at both Kat and Kaden. \"It was...nice to meet you Kaden. Kat a pleasure as always.\" he said with a small smile before taking his leave. Great absolutely great, part of Lee's plan involved action at the Academy grounds to deal with the gang plus he and Flood (wherever he ran off to) had none of the supplies neither. Looks like Lee had more planning to conduct. He just hoped he had enough time before some bounty hunter of the rather angry owners of the Night Phantom managed to track him down. \n\n\n\n\"He's scared.\" Kaden said to Kat turning to look at her with his arms crossed over his chest. \"I'm not good at reading people like him outside of combat but I do know a look of fear in someone's eyes when I see it. Lee is scared of someone or something...and its probably coming after him.\" he said with a shrug of his shoulders before turning to enter the classroom. \"In any case come. We should probably head to our class before the school is attacked by something.\" He joked, on the inside Kaden wanted to know what was bugging Lee and help. However there was enough information present, and if Lee really was a thief it would be best to keep a considerable bit of distance in case his intentions were foul. \n\n-Meanwhile-\n\n\"So this is it?\" A young man in ragged and worn clothes said standing out in front of the building. \"The Academy of Heroes and Villains. The place where my path for revenge will begin.\" He said darkly clenching his fist tightly pulling the sack over his shoulder up some as Alexander Von Doom entered the building.", "username": "Z2010Deadmeat", "char_name": "Lee (Last name unknown)" }, { "text": "It seemed whenever they talked off parents, people got upset. Phoebe wondered why everyone put so much stock on who they came from. Would things have been different for her, if she had been adopted? And suddenly like a light bulb going off, she Realised that she was never meant to be adopted. Something has always happened, so that whenever prospective parents appeared, she wasn't there.\n\nShe didn't know if that was meant to reassure her or not. She sighed, and shifted a chair, so Nicholas could be behind a desk. She smiled at him, claiming a desk and sitting down. \n\nShe had seen that Makoto was upset, and didn't know if she should have gone after her or not.", "username": "MarshiestMallow", "char_name": "Phoebe" }, { "text": "\"I do not think I would say scared, he would be a lot more quiet if he was truly scared, but he is certainly anxious. Though I also don't believe he is from here which is unfortunate. Not much in this realm concerns me but the universe is a big place.\" She said as she watched him walk away, before sighing and turning to look back to Kaden. \n\nRecognising the look she gave his shoulder a shove. \"He's not some wounded animal. If you try and save every troubled soul you'll end up the kindest dead man around. You already have enough people willing to kill you who - laugh as you may - have a real chance of turning up here any day now. Let's not add to the list.\" She shook her head and rolled her eyes and reminded herself he had managed to keep himself alive for two years. \"Yes, class, come on then.\" She said suddenly, before muttering \"Atleast you can overcome any enemies you make there.\"", "username": "Klyix", "char_name": "Eldkatla 'Kat' Lokidóttir" }, { "text": "@Caits\n\nUpon leaving the bathroom Makoto saw that Phoebe and Nicholas were gone but Katherin was still there. \n\n\"Hey, sorry about that. Shall we go into class?\" Makoto suggested to Katherin. She had stopped by her friend but unconciously angled her body towards the classroom door, wanting to get into class. The two turned and entered the classroom, sitting by Phoebe and Nicholas. \n\n\"Hey.\" Makoto said, as she took her seat and rejoined her friends.", "username": "Hidden Lilly", "char_name": "Makoto まこと (Gale) Izumi" }, { "text": "Nicholas smiled giggling again much like a child would when Phoebe rolled him to the classroom and when she got him the desk,His hands on the table quickly wrote a thank you note to Phoebe before getting out his things for class out of his backpack.", "username": "Eviledd1984", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Flood walked into the room and sat at his usual seat. 'I wonder how Lee is doing?'", "username": "Flood", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Having made her point Kagerou let Lee go for now. She turned her attention to the newcomer that was approaching the school. Moving to the front door she was there to greet him. She could tell who the father was but the mother was someone she had not encountered. Curious that a Von Doom would make their way here. Although it was a unique opportunity. Ah he entered she smiled and offered a hand. \"Hello there. May I ask your name?\"", "username": "twave", "char_name": "Kagerou Rotusu" }, { "text": "As Anthony resumes walking around the school, he notices his new 'coworker' speaking to a young man that he doesn't recognize. He keeps his distance and calmly observes while listening to Reinhardt's ridiculous claim. \"I suggest you quickly learn to stop lying to me.\" He says with a shake of his head. \"That's a count that even the world's top assassins would be proud to have and they've been in for decades. If it had been just 94 normal humans, there's a all chance that I'd believe you somehow managed to evade my notice. There is absolutely no way, however, that you've be able to kill even fifty metahumans without my knowledge of it.\"", "username": "knight125", "char_name": null }, { "text": "\"Mhm true but I am not lying even ask Magneto but how about I prove myself to you...\" Reinhardt shook his head following beside him,\"How about a deal I complete a task of your choice and I will complete it...\" He said with a smile on his face.", "username": "Eviledd1984", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Anthony glances at his watch and smiles slightly. \"Right about now, you should be going to Power Development, correct? I no longer need to attend, but I will to watch you. I want you to kill The daughter of Loki. Succeed and I'll consider hiring you.\"", "username": "knight125", "char_name": null }, { "text": "\"It shall be done my new friend...\" He said in a sort of creepy manner walking away for where Anthony was walking to Power Development since he would be safe for the time being.", "username": "Eviledd1984", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Phoebe smiled indulgently at Nicholas. As he was like this, it seemed like he was almost a child, and it was easy to treat him as such. As Makoto rejoined them, Pheoebe smiled kindly at her, \"so, I was thinking, it's been a rough couple of days here, I'd like to just...well, have a night with friends. I don't know what we could do, or stuff, but it would be nice\" she looked to Katherin too, with a smile\n\n----\n\nConnor took his time heading to power development. He was reluctant to go, but didn't see a choice. Considering he had probably missed more classes this week then he had attended, it seemed wise to go.\n\nBut he was just so weary. Somehow, everything seemed to have changed not once, but twice today. And sometimes it was so hard to play the hero. When all he wanted to do was be selfish, and claim what he wanted. \n\nAs he reached the classroom, he sighed stepping in, and going to a desk.", "username": "MarshiestMallow", "char_name": "Phoebe" }, { "text": "Alex rose a brow as a woman greeted him at the door. Odd did this place have someone stand present at the door at all times just to greet strangers randomly walking inside during the middle of the day? Probably not, regardless it would be impolite not to return the greeting to the woman standing before him. With a small smile gracing his lips he grasped Kangerou's hand with his own. \"Alex, charmed to meet you ms?\" he asked wishing to know the woman's name.\n\n\n\n\"Who's to say I haven't already killed people trying to attack me earlier?\" Kaden said dryly as they entered the classroom. \"I make no pretense I am a saint Kat. Nor am I ruthless however should someone threaten me and not back off. They die.\" he said bluntly. \"Its not a choice I enjoy making nor is it one I hesitate to make. The only reason I spared the Queen was because she didn't try to attack me again after our battle. However if I so much as seen a single Angel I will storm her city and take her head myself.\" It wasn't a threat nor a promise that left his lips. It was a certainty that would come to pass should he be provoked. \n\nKaden had become slightly colder during his travels a necessity to survive as long as he did. However that did not mean Kaden was no longer the young man Kat had met years back, it meant that while a kind and good hearted person should someone waste the one act of mercy he offers then his wrath will not be stopped. \"Regardless.\" Kaden said his features softening again with a smile \"I want to see how well you have improved since I last saw you battle an opponent. Hope you haven't grown to out of practice with your nose in your books.\" He said teasingly playfully shoving her shoulder.", "username": "Z2010Deadmeat", "char_name": "Lee (Last name unknown)" }, { "text": "\"I do not doubt it, but who you kill and who wants to kill you are two different lists. Besides, I would not want to have to deal with the consequences if the future king dies on my watch.\" She said with her tone lightening at the end. This was clearly not a conversation to be had here and not one she was particularly eager to have regardless. \n\nShe took the shove and swung back to face him in one fluid motion, a small laugh pushing past her lips. \"Well I hate to disappoint but this class is merely a continuation of yesterday's activity and I have already performed. So, sorry, but you shan't be seeing me fight today. Though I may be seeing you if Mimic so decides.\" She said as she finally took a seat.", "username": "Klyix", "char_name": "Eldkatla 'Kat' Lokidóttir" } ]
As the students filtered in Mimic waited. Some of them had been through a lot recently but he wasn't going to let that get in the way of classes. Since signing the truce these classes was one of the few chances he had to let loose and show what he was made of. Did that sometimes make him look mean? Maybe, but it was also a great way for them to learn. Kaden and Connor entered and the instructor rubbed his chin slightly. He had already known that Nicholas, Anthony, and Kagerou weren't going to participate but there two would be good to fill in. Rubbing his chin slightly he sorted them out in his head. Once everyone was seated he stepped forward with a confident smile on his face. "Alright, since the roster has changed a bit I'm going to make some changes to the teams. Here are the new teams. Ryan, Katherin, Estella, Kalinda, Lee, and John are on team 1. Team 2 will consist of Jack, Flood, Kaden, Ben, and Connor. Team 1 you're up first." He headed to the other room. --- "Rotosu. Kagerou Rotosu. I noticed you coming so I came here to the front. Let me welcome you to the academy. What brings you to our facility?" It may sound like a rather obvious question. But everyone had a story. A Von Doom was of particular interest given the past of Alex's father.
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Kagerou Rotusu
----------------------- Gender: Female Age: 5338 years (looks 18) Parents: Unknown Powers: All of Kagerou's abilities revolve around one thing, life steal. The living energy of everything around her is her soul source of sustenance. The more she steals the stronger her other abilities become. Those abilities are super strength, telekinesis, regeneration, and immortality. Should she run out of life force she would turn to dust. She takes small amounts from many sources around her so most never notice the difference. Not really a power but the many years has allowed her to master many skills. Bio: Born millennia ago much of her early years are lost even to Kagerou. The earliest memories are of being a slave to a wealthy land owner. Things may have gone well for the young girl had she not been falsely accused of a crime. In those days the punishment was often death, as was the case here. Before being summarily executed Kagerou was offered a new life by a being of the underworld. Naive and fearful she quickly accepted. This didn't prevent her death however. Reviving in the wilderness where she was left to rot, Kagerou now found herself the slave of a new master. Having no choice but to obey the wishes of a demon she used her newly acquired powers to wreak havoc and death to those who did not submit to her master. As time passed it became more and more apparent that she no longer aged, a part of the curse to prevent her from ever being free. Hundreds of years passed, giving rise to legends of a bringer of death. But just like in the mortal world the underworld contained warring factions. Unbeknownst to Kagerou, her master was losing a battle that ultimately lead to his end. After not hearing anything from the master she had served for so long there was an extended spell where Kagerou disappeared from history. Having become so accustomed to receiving orders she was lost without them. Eventually though she realized that she had been freed and could make her own decisions. By then the whole world had moved on and she knew nothing of the cultural and technological changes. This was still well before the years of AD. Striking out on her own Kagerou sought to learn as much as she could about the world and travelled it over many times. Constantly having time to spare she tried and practiced anything she encountered. In the modern era she has become a freelancer. Of what just depended on how she felt. Good, bad, neutral, it made no difference. She's done jobs for SHIELD, The Hive, AIM, and even the Academy from time to time. Being as her interests are fickle it has been a generation since she has served as a instructor at the school. But it may just be time to take up the torch again. Appearance:
[ { "text": "Nicholas nodded quickly \"Walking\" over to his wheelchair writing something down hand it to his half sister,\"Can you tell Mimic that i am ready to fight?Thank you i will keep that in mind\" It said on the notepad with Nicholas getting use to the vine legs walking around.He was mostly worried that he would be beaten by Mimic in this state since he wanted to show Mimic that he was much stronger then the teacher.", "username": "Eviledd1984", "char_name": null }, { "text": "MimicThe shots of web that John fired would be a piece of cake. Shifting slightly the instructor prepared to again force John back when he was suddenly constricted by Kalinda's TK. Not one to be outdone he glanced down at the other participants. With a haughty smile he leaned his head back and lifted Lee off the ground with TK. He flung the boy into John before he began to push back against Kalinda's efforts to hold him with strength alone. \n\nEstellaHaving been regulated to defending against her own abilities the girl was unsure what to do for a moment. Lee's sudden flight through the air looked unwieldy and she wasn't sure if it was something he did or the teachers doing. Even so it did seem to give an opening. \"Hold him just a little longer.\" At this distance she only really had one option that could reach him effectively. Holding up an arm it sparked and cracked before releasing a bolt of lightning at her target. Mimic was close to getting enough wiggle room to avoid it though.\n\n@knight125@Z2010Deadmeat", "username": "twave", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Kalinda had expected something like that, and with barely a thought, let alone a movement, she stopped Lee from hitting John, but let him fall, not wishing to concentrate on keeping him up as well as keeping the Telekenesis box on mimic. \n\nDrawing on the emotions, her own, as well as others, she let them filter through, and fuel her power, seeming, outwardly, to hold her own with ease, and only someone who knew her well would be able to see the strain, the slight grimace, and squinting of her eyes, as a drop of sweat rolled along her spine, pushing back against Mimic. \n\n\"Okay. I can hold him\" She said in reply to Estella. Just please, hurry she thought, not knowing how long she could withstand the flow of emotions. She was actually proud of herself for not flinching as the bolt of lightening was flung towards Mimic. \n\nShe waited to see if it would land. \n\n****\n\nPhoebe looked to the battle between the team, and MImic. It seemed like the tema was holding its own, but she couldn't be too sure. She looked back to Nicholas, \"I think you could probably join the next team\"", "username": "MarshiestMallow", "char_name": "Phoebe" }, { "text": "John chuckles as Lee is flung at him, then when Kalinda pauses Lee's flight, John dives toward him. Grabbing Lee before he hits the ground, John wraps into a ball around Lee, flips forward, and uses the momentum to fling Lee right back at Mimic. John shoots a multitude of small white spikes in Mimic's direction, making sure their direction of flight doesn't intersect Lee's.", "username": "knight125", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Kijani woke with a sudden startle, in a cold sweat. Another nightmare, perhaps, but one she couldn't quite grasp. Once she got her bearings, she realized what had woken her.\n\n\"The emails.\" She made a choked noise. \"Oh, god no.\" Hastily, she pushed herself out of bed, looking for her things, her phone, something. Gray spots danced in her vision and she nearly fell flat on the floor, managing to sit at the last moment. \n\n\"Ow.\" \n\nThere was nothing she could do. They would know the truth that was supposed to die with her.", "username": "Mistress Dizzy", "char_name": "Kijani Ryane" }, { "text": "Connor watched the battle, not particularly interested in the battle, but had to admire the team work, although it didn't seem like there was any, when the email came through. He had his emails on a push notification, and thus, when it came through, his phone notified him.\n\nCurious as to who could be It would arrive from Kijani, about 2 hours after they spoke. It would have a send date of the day before.\n\nConnor\n\nI'm sorry you have to find the truth this way. By now, my body has likely been discovered. I hope one day you'll be able to forgive me. I love you, to my last breath. I cut you off so that you would feel no responsibility for what I've done. This is not your fault, Connor. \n\nI know you were always asking me to tell you what was going on. Now I will, I'll tell you everything. \n\nMy parents never wanted me. They got together at a party, one thing led to another, which led to me. My mother wanted to abort me before I was born. My father's mother apparently had some religion against that- my father didn't care either way, apparently. I was ignored by them for most of my life- except when there was some kind of function. Then I was dressed up, dolled up, told to be polite and perfect. I was the precious perfect daughter, to be trotted out and showed off. When we got home, I was nothing again.\n\nI always had my powers, though, from as early as I can remember. I had a nanny. Her name was Marta. She was beautiful and sweet and smart, with long brown hair and freckles. I loved her. She loved me. She called me special, for what I could do, and she said one day I'd be something. She would give me books, bigger and bigger books to practice with. I was ten and I could juggle three Oxford dictionaries. I had power, Connor, and I was happy. One night, I heard her fighting with my parents. Something about me needing real parents. I wish I could have told her that she was my mother, in my heart. I never got the chance. When I woke in the morning, she was gone. I never saw her again.\n\nAlpha happened to me after that. I really can't tell you everything that happened. Most of it I don't remember except in nightmares. I know hospitals give me cold sweats. I know I can't smell blood, or bleach, without my mind shutting down. I know I can't be restrained without completely freaking out. There's more. There are things I'll never break free of.\n\nI don't know how long it took, but eventually my power just went away. They tried to force it back out. When that didn't work, they put me in a truck. Didn't bother to really restrain me. I didn't fight. I knew they were going to kill me, and I didn't care. They took me out to some empty field, and one of them cut into my abdomen. Something came out of me. A microchip, a tracking device, I don't know. I was standing there, bleeding, watching a soldier point a pistol at my forehead. \n\nSomething came over me. Something cold, something determined not to let them murder me. I could feel again, with my powers, and I saw that the scientist who was handling me made the mistake of carrying a notepad. I ripped it from her pocket. The pages were knives. The soldier, I killed him. I cut his face open, his throat, his stomach. I took his gun. The scientist was on the ground, begging. Pleading.\n\nI shot her, Connor. I shot her until the gun was empty. She couldn't have done anything to harm me, in that moment. I murdered a woman, Connor. I was eleven. I'm a murderer.\n\nThe last blow came much later. I don't remember getting to a hospital. I just remember running, running, running until everything hurt, and then nothing hurt because my body had grown used to the pain. I woke up in a white room, with that horrible smell. They had to drug me to calm me. The doctor said I was lucky. I had a bad infection but I lived. He said they had to do surgery, that they had to take a part of me out.\n\nI'll never have children, Connor. Between the scarring and the infection, they said I would not be able to conceive. My childhood got taken, and my future was stolen before I even got a chance to consider it.\n\nDon't you see, Connor? You will do better than me. You need a strong, pure, good woman, who can give you all the love you deserve, and all the little baby Starks the world can handle. I was never going to be that woman for you. I was always a mistake, an aberration, and I'm fixing it now before I ruin you like I am ruined.\n\nI love you.\n\nKijanihim, he checked it, reading with a slight frown. Anyone watching him might see a variety of emotions crossing his face-pain,\nAnger, sadness, fear and finally, a strange sort of amusement, that seemed to incorporate all these emotions. \n\nAs he read it once more, Connor ross smoothly, walking out the classroom without a word. He kept his phone in his hand, as he moved through the halls, his long stride eating up the distance to the infirmary. Me pushed the door open silently, seeing Kijani in what could be considered a state of panic. \n\nHe watched her, silent for a moment. He didn't go to comfort her, to wrap her in his arms, didn't. Not yet. \n\n\"There's a difference, Kijani, between being a murderer and surviving. A difference between killing a human being, and killing a monster in human skin. But beyond that, do you actually think that would change the way I see you? Because it doesn't. You were a child, alone, and faced with people who treated you as nothing more then a lab rat.\" And now he walked over to her, silent, his expression, for the moment, curiously blank. \n\nHe knelt, so he could be looking up at Kijani. \"As for a strong, pure, good woman? I imagine any of them would be boring, unassuming, and just happy to do whatever I want. And I've never met anyone like that. As for children, who is to say that even if a child isn't biological, they can't be yours. After all, my father was adopted. And you yourself wrote on the email that Marta is your mother, in your heart. You are not ruined. Not to me. I think if you had succeeded, if you had died, I would have been ruined. You will never ruin me, not the way you think.\"\n\nHe sighed softly. \"Don't you see, Kijani? I see you. I want you. I need you.\" He gave her a half a smile, not looking away, he now seemed to struggle with what to say. It seemed he had exhausted his store of words, and he looked down, briefly, before looking back to her. \"I'm patient. I can wait for you to see that\"", "username": "MarshiestMallow", "char_name": "Phoebe" } ]
Kagerou Given the theft of earlier Kagerou took the medication that Flood handed her and headed back. Most likely there would be something missing. It wouldn't be the end of the world most likely. Of course she was curious what they needed everything for. Whatever, that was for another time. Before reaching the Infirmary she noticed that Connor was coming back. Thinking it best to give them some privacy she waited in another room. Trouble abounded in this place it seemed, from many different sources. How had Bruce let it get this far? --- Mimic The three of them attacking at once meant that their attacks landed. Held in place Estella and John's attacks hit him and he would have fallen back were not for being stopped by Kalinda's TK. Even though it looked like they were winning though Mimic seemed to bounce back pretty quickly. "Not bad, you're working together. Now it's my turn." Knowing the limits of their powers he began to spin in place and strike the barrier around him in multiple places to put stress on the shadow user's concentration. With one more solid blow he was free and dove down. Thinking he was going to pull up Estella tried to pull him down faster than he wanted with a gust of wind but when Mimic reached the ground he vanished into a shadow. Leaving the alien quite confused he sprung up behind her and in a quick motion he grabbed one of her arms and tossed her aside like she was a ragdoll into a wall. It wasn't enough force to break anything but it did knock the breath out of her.
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Hidden Lilly
Makoto まこと (Gale) Izumi
Gender: Female Age: 17 PARENTS: Storm mentored her but her birth parents were Kaito and Jessica Izumi Powers: Lightning and electrical currents. She can manipulate intensity of the electrical energy as well as form. She can withstand higher levels of electrical disturbances in her body than other people. She also has the ability of cytokinesis (self healing). Studying a mix of Chinese martial arts; Baguazhang and Iron Palm - Being able to manipulate what voltage of power she releases during a strike (knows how to release it but can't control how much to release) - how to accurately generate electricity by herself - the martial arts styles listed Voltage Reference Bio: Makoto's father was Japanese and her mother was Caucasian/Canadian. They lived happily together in a small home. At the age of 10 her father was diagnosed with cancer. He battled and they tried to get him the best treatment they could. In the end the doctors had caught it too late and he died when Makoto was 12. Makoto's mother did her best to cope and continue to raise Makoto the best she could. The loss of her father took quite a toll on her mother. She began to drink in secret. As time went on and the effectiveness of alcohol wore off, Makoto's mom began to drink more frequently and in greater amounts. Often her mom would go to a local bar and not be home until practically the next morning just in time to go to work. One morning, Makoto awoke to the doorbell ringing. She opened it and to her surprise there was a police officer there. He explained to her that earlier in the evening her mother had gotten into a car crash while still intoxicated and died. In a way Makoto was glad that when her mom crashed, she hadn't hit another car and killed others, but she was still pained by her mother's passing. Makoto was 14. There were not many people left around her since her mother had pushed most of their family friends away and didn't make it easy to build relationships with people at school (not allowed to go out or have people over). Makoto managed alright after that, being in a suspended state of shock. Her world came crashing down one day when it came to the attention of her high school teachers that she was underage and without parents. Child services was notified and Makoto did not take the action lightly. It made everything real, she couldn't just pretend that her mother was still out at a bar somewhere. It was in this moment that 15 year old Makoto manifested her powers, scaring the social worker and company away. She tried to pack up and leave, maybe find somewhere else to go so that they couldn't find her again. Maybe enroll in a night school or something to continue her education. As she bundled up and left, it was spring, she couldn't help but notice that as she walked by people their hair would begin to stand on end. If she loitered people would begin discussing that it's a phenomenon that happens right before a lightning strike, yet no storms were forecasted. It was all too close to the truth for Makoto and she kept moving until she came across a quiet area she could sit and think without hurting anyone. She closed her eyes, trying to calm herself down. "Hello young lady." Makoto looked up. There was a very attractive woman standing in front of her, talking to her. "You seem upset, are you alright?" "I'm fine." This woman made her uncomfortable. Something was wrong… "Are you sure? Why don't you let me buy you a hot chocolate?" The woman persisted. "No thanks, I'm alright." Makoto began to squirm and try to scoot away. "No, you need to come with me." The woman reached out to grab Makoto's wrist, succeeding. "No! Let go!" Makoto yelled, releasing an amplified amount of the static electricity she created into the area and the women. The lady cried out in pain, her skin flipping like scales to reveal many identities and settling on a blue face. Makoto was stunned, as much about the woman as she was about herself. She tried to get up and run but by the time she was able to recover herself, the woman was moving again. The people around had begun to shriek and cry out for help. Not long after other people, mutants clashed in a fray. Makoto seemed to be in the middle of it. Finally she seemed to land under the care of a team of mutants in black and yellow uniforms. "What's going on?" Makoto asked, trying to put pieces together. "Where are you taking me?" "To a safer place than this where you can learn to control your powers." A woman with silver hair said to her. Soon and with little argument from Makoto, they were off. It wasn't long before they arrived at their destination, The Academy. Appearance: Appearance Classes: - Chinease Martial Arts - Power Development - Advanced Anatomy and Physiology - Gym?
[ { "text": "\"Of course Mr. McCoy. We were just having a friendly conversation about my various habits.\" Flood responded without even glancing at him. He was intently focused on Kalinda.", "username": "Flood", "char_name": null }, { "text": "\"Ah, the fact is, I can't turn my empathic abilities off. So I'd be able to win, simply by aiming for you weak spots. Pain particularly\" Kalinda said, then flash McCoy a smile \"I dont go fighting people, especially those that are...well, unstable at best. Because my own empathic abilities would simply make it horrible for me. And I dislike causing myself discomfort\"*even if the emotions make me feel allve*she shrugged, \"may I go?\"\n\n---\n\nConnor could tell that the thoughts were whirling around in Kijani's mind, as she tried to figure out what simply could not be figured out. Love. Oh, you could deduce things about it, but it could never simply be figured out. It scared him. Terrified him. To love someone, he had always figured that it wasn't in the cards for him. Oh, he figured he would have had to marry one day, if only to keep the Stark industries in the Stark Family, but he had never imagined any girl could love him, purely for him.\n\nHe was afraid. But right now, and for the foreseeable future, he would pretend he wasn't. He would be stable and steady, for Kijani's sake. He was afraid, despite everything, she would think she wasn't worth it, that she didn't deserve to be loved. Afraid she would just...let him go. So he wouldn't let it show, not now\n\nWhen she said she just wanted to lie down, to go to her room, he took a quick glance around, but the surrounding area seemed deserted, so he scooped her up into his arms, starting back to the dorms, right then not caring if she had any protests to it. He got in the girls dorms, and quickly made the way to Kijani's rooms. He sat down on the bed, still holding her.\n\n\"You make me the type of man I want to be. The thought of not having you in my life...in anyway way...terrifies me...l-let me s-stay\" he swallowed", "username": "MarshiestMallow", "char_name": "Phoebe" }, { "text": "Storm was the silver haired woman that had convinced Makoto to leave her home with them. She is a very kind and soothing person but a force to be reckoned with as Makoto observed the woman's interactions with others. It was not hard to see that this individual was very intelligent or that Makoto took a shine to her quite quickly. On the ride over to The Academy it was clear that their powers were similar and Storm showed Makoto that control could be gained with guidance and practice. Storm had encouraged Makoto in great amounts in the short time they were together. Though nervous, Makoto walked with Storm to The Academy's main doors. The pair walked to the nearby office and spoke with the secretary about enrolling Makoto in the school. After a few words, it was decided that with some paperwork Makoto could begin attending class right after lunch.\n\n\"Here, I want you to have this.\" Storm said, turning to Makoto with a smile. Holding out her hand she presented an odd looking device. \"It's a cellphone that a few acquaintances modified for me so that it could withstand my own abilities.\" Makoto looked at it and picked it up, immediately holding it close to her as if it may float away.\n\"Thank you Storm!\" She exclaimed happily, bouncing a little on the spot. \"What should I do with it though?\" She wondered out loud.\n\"It's so that we can keep in contact with each other. I should be able to work on a new one within the next two weeks. This way we can stay in touch.\" Storm explained. Makoto's eye's began to water and without much of a thought she gave Storm the biggest hug she had ever given anyone in a very long time. She so appreciated the kindness Storm had shown her.\n\"Thank you so much Storm.\" Makoto pulled away, trying to wipe her eyes in a discrete manor.\n\"You are welcome, Makoto. Now I suggest you wait over on one of those seats there. Someone will come to show you around. I have to go now.\" This time Storm smiled a smile that showed she was happy Makoto. The two said their byes for the time and Storm left the building to re join her team.\n\nMakoto sat in one of the seats, waiting for someone to show her where to go next and contemplating this new opportunity. It would be a good time to start over, maybe be someone better than she was before. She could leave the crushing sadness behind her. Maybe someone here could help her with that. With all of this came the question, should she keep her given name or choose a new one?", "username": "Hidden Lilly", "char_name": "Makoto まこと (Gale) Izumi" }, { "text": "Flood just looked at her a bit more intently. \"If you say so.\" He got up and walked out of the classroom. \"I'm going to go train at my usual spot. Ask the Principal if you don't know where that is.\" He left the room and went up to the roof to do his usual routine. 200 pushups, 200 sit ups, the usual things. He usually did these things for an hour.", "username": "Flood", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Bruce was reading reports on yesterday's events. The fact that the school had been targeted was an issue he wasn't satisfied with. They had left the students unguarded, which he had never meant to happen. Perhaps he had overreacted to a threat. and yet he was still unsure how the students were left undefended.\n\nWas there a teacher in the school who betrayed his trust? He pushed the reports aside, and leaned back in his chair. He sighed softly, and rose, starting out his office, figuring to go check on security and see if there had been any glitch in the system yesterday, but along the way, he saw that there appeared to Storm, with a student he wasn't familiar with.\n\nHe was about to speak up, when Storm left and the student went over to the chairs. He thought on going over, but the girl seemed nervous, and it wouldn't do to intimidate her.\n\n---\n\nPhoebe watched the rest of the class as they tackled the rock wall. She knew they all had different levels, different ways of success. She knew the rock climbing had a meaning, a test of their skill and ability to find out a way over obstacles, and she didn't care about what time she had had. She had enjoyed helping out a fellow student.\n\nWas she too nice? Was there such a thing as too nice? She didn't know, and she wasn't going to change simply to get the highest score in class. She took out her phone when she felt it vibrate in her pocket.\n\n*there's a new student in the office, who could use a friend.*\n\nShe blinked, and looked about. She put her phone away, wondering what she could possible do for a new student. She looked to Ryan, and said, \"I've been enlisted to help a new student\" She smiled, and continued \"So i'm going to the office area\"\n\nShe started out, and was soon at the office. It didn't take long, seconds merely, to figure out that the girl sitting in the seats was the new student. She went over to the girl and said \"Hi, I'm Phoebe. You look new\" She smiled, hoping to appear friendly. \"Do you need a hand?\"", "username": "MarshiestMallow", "char_name": "Phoebe" }, { "text": "Nicholas was watching the other students climbing the rock tower but didn't care and would rather be some place else,One idea or place would be where Reinhardt instructed him to go but that would be for later in the day.He watched Phoebe walk away and watched Reinhardt also watching her with a grin on his face like he was planning something,\"Don't even think about it\" Nicholas warned him before walking away to follow Phoebe.", "username": "Eviledd1984", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Makoto smiled a kind of half smile at Pheobe.\n\n\"Yeah, I just got here.\" she sighed. Standing up she straightened herself out and adjusted her backpack. \"I guess you are supposed to show me around?\" Makoto inquired. She had nothing to start from. After all, she was here with the clothes she had on her back, the few things she managed to pack in her backpack and Storm's cell phone. She may have left a notebook and pen from school in her bag, but that would only be if she was lucky. Meeting Storm and coming here seemed to her to be the only good luck she'd had in years. Makoto's mind drifted to the events of her childhood and of recent. She gripped the strap of her backpack herder with one hand. Thinking back made her feel like she was going to cry, like a stone had settled in her throat and like her heart was being squeezed so tightly that it couldn't pump blood. \"I-... I really don't even know where to begin.\" she said, trying to force her voice not to shake as she looked out of the class walls of the office to the empty hallways.", "username": "Hidden Lilly", "char_name": "Makoto まこと (Gale) Izumi" }, { "text": "Phoebe smiled kindly, and said, \"I don't know if I'm meant to, but my F-uh, the head master seemed to think I'd be a good person for the job\" She laughed lightly, and was about to continue, when it seemed like the girl sort of spaced out. Phoebe saw the tightening of grip on the bag, and it seemed like she was trying hard not to break down.\n\nWhat had happened to this girl, to make her seem like this? Phoebe hesitated, and then said \"Is everything alright?\" She asked, concernedly", "username": "MarshiestMallow", "char_name": "Phoebe" }, { "text": "Nicholas was watching what Phoebe was doing consoling another girl that he didn't care about but was thinking of why she would care for a stranger that she just met,The young man had his hands folded watching her every movement a thought popping in his head that Reinhardt will come and spy on them or worse try to recruit her.", "username": "Eviledd1984", "char_name": null } ]
Makoto turned back to face Phoebe and giggled a somewhat hallow laugh. "Yeah, I'll be fine." She said, expressing a half smile. Mkoto could still feel the sting of potential tears in her eyes but she wanted to be strong, make most of the opportunity she was given and ultimately make Storm proud of her. "I'm sorry Phoebe, I forgot to give you my name." Makoto paused, contemplating what name to give. "I'm Makoto but please, call me Gale." Makoto chose this name because it suited her power and it also actually sounded like a legitimate name. The actual definition of the word, violent storm, suited her and her abilities more than she realized. Makoto had a lot to work through and a lot of grieving to compete before she could progress with much of the training that was to come. "Maybe we should start with a time table?" Makoto asked, thinking back to how her high school was set up in terms of attending classes. This was a school after all.
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Makoto まこと (Gale) Izumi
Gender: Female Age: 17 PARENTS: Storm mentored her but her birth parents were Kaito and Jessica Izumi Powers: Lightning and electrical currents. She can manipulate intensity of the electrical energy as well as form. She can withstand higher levels of electrical disturbances in her body than other people. She also has the ability of cytokinesis (self healing). Studying a mix of Chinese martial arts; Baguazhang and Iron Palm - Being able to manipulate what voltage of power she releases during a strike (knows how to release it but can't control how much to release) - how to accurately generate electricity by herself - the martial arts styles listed Voltage Reference Bio: Makoto's father was Japanese and her mother was Caucasian/Canadian. They lived happily together in a small home. At the age of 10 her father was diagnosed with cancer. He battled and they tried to get him the best treatment they could. In the end the doctors had caught it too late and he died when Makoto was 12. Makoto's mother did her best to cope and continue to raise Makoto the best she could. The loss of her father took quite a toll on her mother. She began to drink in secret. As time went on and the effectiveness of alcohol wore off, Makoto's mom began to drink more frequently and in greater amounts. Often her mom would go to a local bar and not be home until practically the next morning just in time to go to work. One morning, Makoto awoke to the doorbell ringing. She opened it and to her surprise there was a police officer there. He explained to her that earlier in the evening her mother had gotten into a car crash while still intoxicated and died. In a way Makoto was glad that when her mom crashed, she hadn't hit another car and killed others, but she was still pained by her mother's passing. Makoto was 14. There were not many people left around her since her mother had pushed most of their family friends away and didn't make it easy to build relationships with people at school (not allowed to go out or have people over). Makoto managed alright after that, being in a suspended state of shock. Her world came crashing down one day when it came to the attention of her high school teachers that she was underage and without parents. Child services was notified and Makoto did not take the action lightly. It made everything real, she couldn't just pretend that her mother was still out at a bar somewhere. It was in this moment that 15 year old Makoto manifested her powers, scaring the social worker and company away. She tried to pack up and leave, maybe find somewhere else to go so that they couldn't find her again. Maybe enroll in a night school or something to continue her education. As she bundled up and left, it was spring, she couldn't help but notice that as she walked by people their hair would begin to stand on end. If she loitered people would begin discussing that it's a phenomenon that happens right before a lightning strike, yet no storms were forecasted. It was all too close to the truth for Makoto and she kept moving until she came across a quiet area she could sit and think without hurting anyone. She closed her eyes, trying to calm herself down. "Hello young lady." Makoto looked up. There was a very attractive woman standing in front of her, talking to her. "You seem upset, are you alright?" "I'm fine." This woman made her uncomfortable. Something was wrong… "Are you sure? Why don't you let me buy you a hot chocolate?" The woman persisted. "No thanks, I'm alright." Makoto began to squirm and try to scoot away. "No, you need to come with me." The woman reached out to grab Makoto's wrist, succeeding. "No! Let go!" Makoto yelled, releasing an amplified amount of the static electricity she created into the area and the women. The lady cried out in pain, her skin flipping like scales to reveal many identities and settling on a blue face. Makoto was stunned, as much about the woman as she was about herself. She tried to get up and run but by the time she was able to recover herself, the woman was moving again. The people around had begun to shriek and cry out for help. Not long after other people, mutants clashed in a fray. Makoto seemed to be in the middle of it. Finally she seemed to land under the care of a team of mutants in black and yellow uniforms. "What's going on?" Makoto asked, trying to put pieces together. "Where are you taking me?" "To a safer place than this where you can learn to control your powers." A woman with silver hair said to her. Soon and with little argument from Makoto, they were off. It wasn't long before they arrived at their destination, The Academy. Appearance: Appearance Classes: - Chinease Martial Arts - Power Development - Advanced Anatomy and Physiology - Gym?
[ { "text": "Makoto followed Phoebe through the school. Looking at the size of the campus as well as all of the many places on the campus. Makoto decided that if her super power is going to be static electricity and goodness knows what else, she should stay away from the pools until she can control it. She figured that maybe the library and gym may be a place that would be the safest for her. Finally the two arrived at their end point so it seemed, the dorms.\n\n\"That would be great.\" Makoto responded, her smile beginning to brighten. \"I do have a few questions. First of all; wow, this place is so much bigger than it looks. I think i'll stay away from the pools though... um, are there any health science kind of courses here?\" Makoto looked around, mildly wide eye from taking in the whole experience. She also looked around for Phoebe's brother. \"It's cool that you have a sibling though, even if he's a half-sibling, i'm an only child. Why on earth would he be following us?\" Makoto thought she saw movement and tried to wave in that direction, though the idea of family brought her back to a melancholy state of mind. \"If it helps, he is allowed to join us.\" Makoto suggested.\n\nIt was going to be a big change but she hoped that maybe Phoebe and her could be friends. It would be a good first step at starting a new life, turning a new leaf. She began to think of finding a safe place or someone around to show her how to potentially use her powers. Makoto found her self both struggling to get up the will to tackle the world ahead of her but at the same time excitidly making goals for herself. She had to remind herself to take a breath and take it all one step at a time.", "username": "Hidden Lilly", "char_name": "Makoto まこと (Gale) Izumi" }, { "text": "Phoebe smiled, pleased to try and be able to answer the questions. \"Well, I imagine there would be. You can ask at the office, or have a look on one of the computers\" She said, \"But I'm pretty sure there is such courses offered\" She glanced about as well, then shrugged, \"I really don't know why. It could be he just wants to talk....\" She said musingly. \"I haven't had much of a chance to really interact with him. I don't know what I'm suppose to do\" She managed not to continue talking and just spill everyone on someone new.\n\n\"In any case, if he wants to join us, he will\" She headed inside the girls dorms, \"I know where a free room is, actually\"*Sue...I hope everything is alright, with you.*The thought of her friend out there, saving the world made her smile. One day, she'd be out there too. \"The student that had it graduated a little while ago, and I'm sure no one has taken it\" She lead the way, and continued speaking. \"I think we can do anything with the rooms as long as we don't destroy them. They're quite nice. Here we are\" She nudged the door open, pleased to find it empty still.\n\n\"Here we go\" She said, and smiled at Makoto.", "username": "MarshiestMallow", "char_name": "Phoebe" }, { "text": "Kijani flinched at the pain in his voice, at the hidden anger. She was hurting him- she was [i]hurting[i/] the one person who cared. Her body shook as she listened to him. He was right. He had always been utterly smart, and he saw through her like she was made of glass. Kijani wasn't sure that she wasn't, lately. She felt brittle and hollow, like she could crumble at a touch... Trying to force away the pain, she whispered. \"Connor, I... I'm sorry for... for who I am.\" She waited until he left, before taking a small bottle from her desk drawer. She dry swallowed the sleeping pill before curling back up in bed and trying to fight the tears, waiting for sleep to pull her down.", "username": "Mistress Dizzy", "char_name": "Kijani Ryane" }, { "text": "Watching as the students climbed it crossed Kagerou's mind that she should get profile sheets on them all. Before too long she was going to be teaching them in one fashion or another. Part of the fun is figuring out their abilities though. Still she would need at least a list for attendance.\n\nThrough her musings it didn't take much to notice that several students were leaving. Only one seemed to have permission to do so. Making a mental note Kagerou resolved to fix that behavior.", "username": "twave", "char_name": "Kagerou Rotusu" }, { "text": "Katherin studied the wall. She was pretty sure that she wasn't going to make it too the top. Her hands were sweating as she approached the wall. Things started well. She found hand and foot holds. She had even managed to catch herself a couple of times. She was pleased with her success. She thought she might even reach the top. But then something strange happened. The sweat on her hands turned to ice. Startled Katherin lost her grip and fell. \"Well that went to better and worse than I thought.\"", "username": "KatherinWinter", "char_name": "Katherin Winter" }, { "text": "Connor sighed heavily when he shut the door, and slid down to rest against the wall, dropping his head into his hands. If he could, he would hunt down those that had hurt her. If he thought it would do her any good, he would.\n\nBut he wasn't too sure if he'd be doing it for himself or not, so it wasn't a good choice. He glanced at the time. The only reason he had left the room was because he knew that she wouldn't sleep, wouldn't take a tablet if he was there. Having never taken sleeping tablets, he wasn't too sure how long they'd take to work.\n\nHe took out his phone, and tried to occupy himself. But couldn't.*I wish I knew what to do. How I could help. What I'm suppose to bloody do to combat a life time of being told that she is worthless...*Because he couldn't stand sitting there, he rose, and opened her door, going back in.\n\nHe stayed silent, and walked across the room, towards the bed, towards Kijani. Since he wasn't too sure if she was asleep or not, and he didn't want to wake her, he gently tucked the blankets over her, and carefully sitting down, so as not to disturb her.\n\n\"You never have to be sorry for who you are, with me\" he whispered, \"Never\"\n\n---\n\nKalinda stayed in the gym, but didn't interact with anyone else. Why fight, when she could observe. Find weaknesses. And use them. She watched the rest of the students climb the wall, and as Katherin climbed the wall, nearly reaching the top and slipping, she flicked a hand. Shadows, slightly solid, formed to cushion her fall. No sense in letting a classmate get hurt for no reason. And Katherin seemed genuinely nice.\n\nWith mild amusement, Kalinda rose, figuring that was everyone done, and headed out the gym. She found somewhere where she could practice the teleportation she had done yesterday. Trying to figure out how to replicate it.", "username": "MarshiestMallow", "char_name": "Phoebe" }, { "text": "Jack looked at the wall and laughed. \"Really? Alright whatever. \"He said clambering up the wall not grabbing the handholds. He did not need to. His powers made it easy. He went up without trouble and fired his webs to get down and landed next to Katherin. \"Need some help? Also we need to talk about well us really. \"He said helping her up.\n\n---\n\nRyan had difficulty with the climbing. He fell a few times but eventually used his strength to get up the wall. He then sat on the bleachers and waited.", "username": "Avanhelsing", "char_name": null }, { "text": "\"Maybe a good place to start would be like how you would make a friend. Just talking, about anything at the beginning.\" Makoto suggested, following Phoebe inside, past what seemed to be the main reception desk and up a set of stairs to a door labeled 215.\n\n\"Wow.\" Makoto breathed, surveying the room. It was actually quite large, larger than her bedroom back home... Makoto pushed the thoughts from her mind. This would be a lovely place to live. There was a bare single bed and mattress, an old night stand and a standard (well loved) looking desk and chair. There was a dresser too, a lamp, a tall thin bookshelf and the front area of the room was tiled. She assumed this was for shoes since a rung hung beside her with 2 lonely hangers. Just inside the door to their left was a door, Makoto assumed it was a bathroom. It would most certainly be a comfortable bedroom for just herself. \"This room is great!\" Makoto smiled, letting ideas of decorating pop into her head. \"Thank you Phoebe.\" After looking around the room once more she fully turned back to Phoebe.\n\n\"I guess I get the key from the main desk downstairs?\" She asked, wondering how she was going to be able to pay everything off. Certainly all of this must cost*something*.", "username": "Hidden Lilly", "char_name": "Makoto まこと (Gale) Izumi" }, { "text": "Phoebe nodded, and smiled, watching Makoto's reaction to the room. \"They are pretty good rooms. And Yeah, you can get the key downstairs. We can go get it, and then see if Gym class is still going, or head to lunch\"\n\nShe glanced at the time, thinking it had taken quicker then she thought. \"If you want, we can go over classes and such. Or just talk.\" She smiled, looking around the room, \"You can do anything with the rooms. I have posters plastered around mine, even installed some shelves and painted. And more things. If you want any help, I'm happy to lend a hand\"\n\n\"I can introduce you to some people at lunch, or the gym class. if you want as well\"", "username": "MarshiestMallow", "char_name": "Phoebe" }, { "text": "What? Estella watched as Jack had scaled the wall effortlessly. How come he could do that? Her thoughts were interrupted by a sense of deja vu. Noticing that Jack was talking with Katherin, Estella decided to wait to tell him something.\n\nHaving waited for everyone to preform their climb McCoy checks the time. \"I see that everyone has gone. We are just about out of time so you are all dismissed a llittle early this morning. Please be sure to help guide our new and returning students. \"", "username": "twave", "char_name": null } ]
"That would be great." Makoto said with a thankful sigh. It definitely looked like everything will be alright now. The academy seemed safe and as far as she could tell, the student body may be nice too, if they were anything like Phoebe. She would be living in a comfortable room and be right on campus. Makoto followed Phoebe back down to the main desk where the security guard had her fill out a few forms and verify them with the already online copy of her entry forms that Storm had completed. In no time Makoto had a key to her room and was looking forward to meeting some new people. Coming to the school was a big change, it would take adjusting to but right now, that wasn't an unwelcome notion. "So what are all the other students like?" Makoto asked Phoebe, wanting to get a sense for her classmates' natures. It had occurred to her that she is likely the weakest of them all and she had no idea what skills they would have.
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Hidden Lilly
Makoto まこと (Gale) Izumi
Gender: Female Age: 17 PARENTS: Storm mentored her but her birth parents were Kaito and Jessica Izumi Powers: Lightning and electrical currents. She can manipulate intensity of the electrical energy as well as form. She can withstand higher levels of electrical disturbances in her body than other people. She also has the ability of cytokinesis (self healing). Studying a mix of Chinese martial arts; Baguazhang and Iron Palm - Being able to manipulate what voltage of power she releases during a strike (knows how to release it but can't control how much to release) - how to accurately generate electricity by herself - the martial arts styles listed Voltage Reference Bio: Makoto's father was Japanese and her mother was Caucasian/Canadian. They lived happily together in a small home. At the age of 10 her father was diagnosed with cancer. He battled and they tried to get him the best treatment they could. In the end the doctors had caught it too late and he died when Makoto was 12. Makoto's mother did her best to cope and continue to raise Makoto the best she could. The loss of her father took quite a toll on her mother. She began to drink in secret. As time went on and the effectiveness of alcohol wore off, Makoto's mom began to drink more frequently and in greater amounts. Often her mom would go to a local bar and not be home until practically the next morning just in time to go to work. One morning, Makoto awoke to the doorbell ringing. She opened it and to her surprise there was a police officer there. He explained to her that earlier in the evening her mother had gotten into a car crash while still intoxicated and died. In a way Makoto was glad that when her mom crashed, she hadn't hit another car and killed others, but she was still pained by her mother's passing. Makoto was 14. There were not many people left around her since her mother had pushed most of their family friends away and didn't make it easy to build relationships with people at school (not allowed to go out or have people over). Makoto managed alright after that, being in a suspended state of shock. Her world came crashing down one day when it came to the attention of her high school teachers that she was underage and without parents. Child services was notified and Makoto did not take the action lightly. It made everything real, she couldn't just pretend that her mother was still out at a bar somewhere. It was in this moment that 15 year old Makoto manifested her powers, scaring the social worker and company away. She tried to pack up and leave, maybe find somewhere else to go so that they couldn't find her again. Maybe enroll in a night school or something to continue her education. As she bundled up and left, it was spring, she couldn't help but notice that as she walked by people their hair would begin to stand on end. If she loitered people would begin discussing that it's a phenomenon that happens right before a lightning strike, yet no storms were forecasted. It was all too close to the truth for Makoto and she kept moving until she came across a quiet area she could sit and think without hurting anyone. She closed her eyes, trying to calm herself down. "Hello young lady." Makoto looked up. There was a very attractive woman standing in front of her, talking to her. "You seem upset, are you alright?" "I'm fine." This woman made her uncomfortable. Something was wrong… "Are you sure? Why don't you let me buy you a hot chocolate?" The woman persisted. "No thanks, I'm alright." Makoto began to squirm and try to scoot away. "No, you need to come with me." The woman reached out to grab Makoto's wrist, succeeding. "No! Let go!" Makoto yelled, releasing an amplified amount of the static electricity she created into the area and the women. The lady cried out in pain, her skin flipping like scales to reveal many identities and settling on a blue face. Makoto was stunned, as much about the woman as she was about herself. She tried to get up and run but by the time she was able to recover herself, the woman was moving again. The people around had begun to shriek and cry out for help. Not long after other people, mutants clashed in a fray. Makoto seemed to be in the middle of it. Finally she seemed to land under the care of a team of mutants in black and yellow uniforms. "What's going on?" Makoto asked, trying to put pieces together. "Where are you taking me?" "To a safer place than this where you can learn to control your powers." A woman with silver hair said to her. Soon and with little argument from Makoto, they were off. It wasn't long before they arrived at their destination, The Academy. Appearance: Appearance Classes: - Chinease Martial Arts - Power Development - Advanced Anatomy and Physiology - Gym?
[ { "text": "Jack was no genius. Honestly he was dense as a cinder block. However he could catch what she had said. It was the family mantra really. 'Don't show off your powers' was it. He looked her in eyes. \"How did you know that! Ben said that to me a year ago! How did you know that. \" He asked glaring at her. \"Who told you!\" He asked worried.\n\n---\n\nRyan ran out the door towards where he figured Phoebe was. He managed to catch up to them and skidded next to Phoebe. \"Hey beautiful!\" He said kissing her quickly on the lips. He then noticed the other girl. \"Oh hello! Ryan Allen. Son of the Flash. \" He said offering her his hand to shake.", "username": "Avanhelsing", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Tilting her head slightly Estella inched back at Jack's change in behavior. -No one told me. I-I remembered it.- Jack mentioned Ben. She tried to recall if she knew that person. But all she was doing was drawing a blank.\n\nGoing with the flow Kagerou followed the students out. No one was really guiding her but she figured that they knew where they were going.", "username": "twave", "char_name": "Kagerou Rotusu" }, { "text": "\"That's good to know.\" Makoto said, looking forward to meeting people at lunch. It sounded like she would still have to be careful but most of the students were alright. High school was an adventure in an of itself, Makoto wondered what adding super skills to the mix would do. She followed Phoebe back to the cafeteria. The halls got busy but not necessarily crowded on their way over. By the time they got to the cafe, it was bustling. Makoto tried not to bump into anyone as they maneuvered around the people. If she could manage it, she didn't want to make any enemies here.\n\nUpon entering the Cafeteria, Makoto realised how hungry she was. The people from the system had come just as she was getting breakfast ready, she never skipped breakfast if at all possible. This would be her first meal of the day.\n\n\"Hey, um, do we need money to eat in the cafe?\" Makoto asked Phoebe, blushing slightly, embarrassed about her lack of knowledge and funds. The Academy was in a fairly remote place but there must be a bus system or something that she could use to go find a part time job if need be. With a campus this big, maybe they even had jobs on site if students needed it.", "username": "Hidden Lilly", "char_name": "Makoto まこと (Gale) Izumi" }, { "text": "Flood walked into the cafeteria and sat down at the table with Makoto and Phoebe. \"Hey there Phoebe. How's it going? How's Nicholas doing? I haven't seen him around recently.\" He was about to start a monologue when he saw a new student. \"Well, hello there. We really have gotten a lot of new students recently. I'm Flood.\" Flood introduced himself.", "username": "Flood", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Phoebe smiled at Ryan and laughed, saying \"I was just telling Makoto here, or Gale as she said to call her, that you'd probably find me. I've een showing her around\" she said, looking to Makoto as she asked about lunch and money. \"Nah. Just go and get what you want. My theory is they think well fed students are Less likely to get into trouble. If you need money, there's always TA jobs, or probably jobs in the office, but I imagine they're on school times. The city is actually close by, but mostly, I've gotten away without spending too much here at the school. You don't have to worry. Mostly everyone's helpful\" she said brightly.\n\nIt surprised her when Flood joined them. She hadn't had too many interactions with Flood and she tensed when he asked about Nicholas. Why would he asked her about him? \"Um. I imagine he's okay. He was in gym so I assume he's fine. I hVent talked to him since yesterday's events\" no need to mention she thought he was failing her. Was he actually worried about her, that something could happen? Or did nicholas have an agenda of his own?", "username": "MarshiestMallow", "char_name": "Phoebe" }, { "text": "Makoto smiled and waved at Nicholas as she was introduced. She was glad to hear that if she did need a job maybe she could TA in a year or so. Makoto imagined that she would need more experience to do so, which would obviously mean in the coming years as opposed to right away. Phoebe was very excited to greet Nicholas and it seemed safe by their interactions to assume that at the very least, they were attracted to each other. She was very aware that she was the third wheel, by her own mind's doing rather than her new companion's. Could she call Phoebe that already? She hoped so, if nothing else she hoped to be regarded as an acquaintance.\n\nSomeone new sat down beside Phoebe, he seemed to make her a bit uneasy. Her tone changed when she talked to him, but she was still polite and friendly. The boy that had just sat down and begun to talk to Phoebe quickly changed trains of thought in the conversation and introduced himself to Makoto. She thought that Flood was an odd name but he may not have wanted to give his real one. She was in no position to judge since she herself was going to be doing the same.\n\n\"My name is Gale.\" Makoto said, smiling sheepishly. She was still young and had yet to get accustomed to boys. She could barely forge a friendship with a girl when her mom was alive, much less with a boy. Makoto wondered why the boy chose Flood as his name, if in fact he had chosen the name for himself. By looking at him, he did seem to be about her age, plus or minus a year or two. She was never really good at guessing ages.", "username": "Hidden Lilly", "char_name": "Makoto まこと (Gale) Izumi" }, { "text": "\"Ok. I just haven't seen Nicholas in a while, and I like to think we're friends.\" Flood explained to Phoebe with a smile. \"It's nice to meet you Gale.\" Flood studied her face a bit. \"If I ever act a bit weirdly around you, just ignore it. It's just something I inherited from my parents.\" Flood said. \"Phoebe, do we have Powers Development next? I want to test out that thing I discovered the other day. Remember that whole snowstorm incident?\"", "username": "Flood", "char_name": null }, { "text": "\"We always have PD after lunch\" Phoebe said, \"as far as I know, nothing's changed. Unless Mimic is hurt or just not available, I imagine we still have it, and even then, I'm sure someone else would take the class\" she said, shrugging. \"No, I dont. Not really, but then the school was attacked. You've developed some other power besides, curiously, having the never ending bag of tricks like the flash bombs and stuff you always carry around?\"\n\nShe looked to Makoto and smiled, \"Floods always been a bit...odd. It isn't his real name, but I imagine his real name would sound weird to him now. Some people like to go by different names, I've found here at least. I think he chose to be called Flood, just like you want to be called Gale. Which I assume has something to do with your powers, right? You were with Storm, I saw. Is she your mother, or just someone whose been helping you?\" Pjoebe asked, trying to figure out why sometimes it seemed liked Makoto was trying to fight back sadness", "username": "MarshiestMallow", "char_name": "Phoebe" }, { "text": "\"Yeah I did develop a new power. Check it.\" Flood held his hand palm up and a figurine of ice began to form. When he finished the result didn't look very detailed but it vaguely resembled a human. \"I need to refine this power, so I don't get hypothermia the next time I use it in a fight.\"", "username": "Flood", "char_name": null } ]
"That, is really cool." Makoto said. Meaning what she said, smiling at the intended pun. "Maybe you could teach me then? How to learn how to control powers?" Makoto asked the group, but it was more pointed at Flood. Weird or odd never seemed to bother her. She had thought herself to be an outsider long before her powers came to be and despite how bad she had wanted to be normal; to have a normal family. Makoto's meek smile dimmed and her eyes clouded over, her mind leaving the current social situation and being absorbed in reliving the pain of her father's death and then her mother's. They were gone, how they left her alone in the world tormented her more than anything. They were by no means a shock, quick, or like taking off a band aid. It made her angry at her family and at life but more than anything it made her feel deep emotional pain, sadness, and a crushing sense of abandonment. Long before her parents died they had abandoned her, being absorbed in their own situations. Her dad had stuck around though. Wisps of Makoto's hair began to float and pull apart from her head. She had tried to pull her hair back in a braid in case this happened again. She had left her backpack, hat and coat in her new room after all. Makoto revisited the social workers coming to her house and how terrified it made her, how angry it made her, how it made everything real. People sitting close by would be able to feel the static and dryness of the air now, despite the cooking areas. Then there was Storm, she came to help Makoto. She suddenly realized that she had yet to answer Phoebe's questions. Trying to push the memories from her mind she focused on the current situation. Both scared and surprised of how her powers seemed to be forming, she tried to ignore how they were acting right now. Trying to flatten her hair, she continued. "Umm, to answer your questions Phoebe; yes Gale has to do with my powers." The word felt weird coming from her mouth and not staying in her thoughts. She still wasn't sure if they were a gift or a curse. "Storm is... we just met but she has encouraged me a lot. Her and some of her friends? Coworkers? Teammates? Anyway, they picked me up from my hometown. They saved me from a blue woman and brought me here." Makoto tried to move quickly through the story so not to dwell on it. She didn't even want to come close to the topic of her deceased family, what little of it there had been for so long.
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Makoto まこと (Gale) Izumi
Gender: Female Age: 17 PARENTS: Storm mentored her but her birth parents were Kaito and Jessica Izumi Powers: Lightning and electrical currents. She can manipulate intensity of the electrical energy as well as form. She can withstand higher levels of electrical disturbances in her body than other people. She also has the ability of cytokinesis (self healing). Studying a mix of Chinese martial arts; Baguazhang and Iron Palm - Being able to manipulate what voltage of power she releases during a strike (knows how to release it but can't control how much to release) - how to accurately generate electricity by herself - the martial arts styles listed Voltage Reference Bio: Makoto's father was Japanese and her mother was Caucasian/Canadian. They lived happily together in a small home. At the age of 10 her father was diagnosed with cancer. He battled and they tried to get him the best treatment they could. In the end the doctors had caught it too late and he died when Makoto was 12. Makoto's mother did her best to cope and continue to raise Makoto the best she could. The loss of her father took quite a toll on her mother. She began to drink in secret. As time went on and the effectiveness of alcohol wore off, Makoto's mom began to drink more frequently and in greater amounts. Often her mom would go to a local bar and not be home until practically the next morning just in time to go to work. One morning, Makoto awoke to the doorbell ringing. She opened it and to her surprise there was a police officer there. He explained to her that earlier in the evening her mother had gotten into a car crash while still intoxicated and died. In a way Makoto was glad that when her mom crashed, she hadn't hit another car and killed others, but she was still pained by her mother's passing. Makoto was 14. There were not many people left around her since her mother had pushed most of their family friends away and didn't make it easy to build relationships with people at school (not allowed to go out or have people over). Makoto managed alright after that, being in a suspended state of shock. Her world came crashing down one day when it came to the attention of her high school teachers that she was underage and without parents. Child services was notified and Makoto did not take the action lightly. It made everything real, she couldn't just pretend that her mother was still out at a bar somewhere. It was in this moment that 15 year old Makoto manifested her powers, scaring the social worker and company away. She tried to pack up and leave, maybe find somewhere else to go so that they couldn't find her again. Maybe enroll in a night school or something to continue her education. As she bundled up and left, it was spring, she couldn't help but notice that as she walked by people their hair would begin to stand on end. If she loitered people would begin discussing that it's a phenomenon that happens right before a lightning strike, yet no storms were forecasted. It was all too close to the truth for Makoto and she kept moving until she came across a quiet area she could sit and think without hurting anyone. She closed her eyes, trying to calm herself down. "Hello young lady." Makoto looked up. There was a very attractive woman standing in front of her, talking to her. "You seem upset, are you alright?" "I'm fine." This woman made her uncomfortable. Something was wrong… "Are you sure? Why don't you let me buy you a hot chocolate?" The woman persisted. "No thanks, I'm alright." Makoto began to squirm and try to scoot away. "No, you need to come with me." The woman reached out to grab Makoto's wrist, succeeding. "No! Let go!" Makoto yelled, releasing an amplified amount of the static electricity she created into the area and the women. The lady cried out in pain, her skin flipping like scales to reveal many identities and settling on a blue face. Makoto was stunned, as much about the woman as she was about herself. She tried to get up and run but by the time she was able to recover herself, the woman was moving again. The people around had begun to shriek and cry out for help. Not long after other people, mutants clashed in a fray. Makoto seemed to be in the middle of it. Finally she seemed to land under the care of a team of mutants in black and yellow uniforms. "What's going on?" Makoto asked, trying to put pieces together. "Where are you taking me?" "To a safer place than this where you can learn to control your powers." A woman with silver hair said to her. Soon and with little argument from Makoto, they were off. It wasn't long before they arrived at their destination, The Academy. Appearance: Appearance Classes: - Chinease Martial Arts - Power Development - Advanced Anatomy and Physiology - Gym?
[ { "text": "Makoto smiled and waved at Nicholas as she was introduced. She was glad to hear that if she did need a job maybe she could TA in a year or so. Makoto imagined that she would need more experience to do so, which would obviously mean in the coming years as opposed to right away. Phoebe was very excited to greet Nicholas and it seemed safe by their interactions to assume that at the very least, they were attracted to each other. She was very aware that she was the third wheel, by her own mind's doing rather than her new companion's. Could she call Phoebe that already? She hoped so, if nothing else she hoped to be regarded as an acquaintance.\n\nSomeone new sat down beside Phoebe, he seemed to make her a bit uneasy. Her tone changed when she talked to him, but she was still polite and friendly. The boy that had just sat down and begun to talk to Phoebe quickly changed trains of thought in the conversation and introduced himself to Makoto. She thought that Flood was an odd name but he may not have wanted to give his real one. She was in no position to judge since she herself was going to be doing the same.\n\n\"My name is Gale.\" Makoto said, smiling sheepishly. She was still young and had yet to get accustomed to boys. She could barely forge a friendship with a girl when her mom was alive, much less with a boy. Makoto wondered why the boy chose Flood as his name, if in fact he had chosen the name for himself. By looking at him, he did seem to be about her age, plus or minus a year or two. She was never really good at guessing ages.", "username": "Hidden Lilly", "char_name": "Makoto まこと (Gale) Izumi" }, { "text": "\"Ok. I just haven't seen Nicholas in a while, and I like to think we're friends.\" Flood explained to Phoebe with a smile. \"It's nice to meet you Gale.\" Flood studied her face a bit. \"If I ever act a bit weirdly around you, just ignore it. It's just something I inherited from my parents.\" Flood said. \"Phoebe, do we have Powers Development next? I want to test out that thing I discovered the other day. Remember that whole snowstorm incident?\"", "username": "Flood", "char_name": null }, { "text": "\"We always have PD after lunch\" Phoebe said, \"as far as I know, nothing's changed. Unless Mimic is hurt or just not available, I imagine we still have it, and even then, I'm sure someone else would take the class\" she said, shrugging. \"No, I dont. Not really, but then the school was attacked. You've developed some other power besides, curiously, having the never ending bag of tricks like the flash bombs and stuff you always carry around?\"\n\nShe looked to Makoto and smiled, \"Floods always been a bit...odd. It isn't his real name, but I imagine his real name would sound weird to him now. Some people like to go by different names, I've found here at least. I think he chose to be called Flood, just like you want to be called Gale. Which I assume has something to do with your powers, right? You were with Storm, I saw. Is she your mother, or just someone whose been helping you?\" Pjoebe asked, trying to figure out why sometimes it seemed liked Makoto was trying to fight back sadness", "username": "MarshiestMallow", "char_name": "Phoebe" }, { "text": "\"Yeah I did develop a new power. Check it.\" Flood held his hand palm up and a figurine of ice began to form. When he finished the result didn't look very detailed but it vaguely resembled a human. \"I need to refine this power, so I don't get hypothermia the next time I use it in a fight.\"", "username": "Flood", "char_name": null }, { "text": "\"That, is really cool.\" Makoto said. Meaning what she said, smiling at the intended pun. \"Maybe you could teach me then? How to learn how to control powers?\" Makoto asked the group, but it was more pointed at Flood. Weird or odd never seemed to bother her. She had thought herself to be an outsider long before her powers came to be and despite how bad she had wanted to be normal; to have a normal family. Makoto's meek smile dimmed and her eyes clouded over, her mind leaving the current social situation and being absorbed in reliving the pain of her father's death and then her mother's. They were gone, how they left her alone in the world tormented her more than anything. They were by no means a shock, quick, or like taking off a band aid. It made her angry at her family and at life but more than anything it made her feel deep emotional pain, sadness, and a crushing sense of abandonment. Long before her parents died they had abandoned her, being absorbed in their own situations. Her dad had stuck around though.\n\nWisps of Makoto's hair began to float and pull apart from her head. She had tried to pull her hair back in a braid in case this happened again. She had left her backpack, hat and coat in her new room after all.\n\nMakoto revisited the social workers coming to her house and how terrified it made her, how angry it made her, how it made everything real. People sitting close by would be able to feel the static and dryness of the air now, despite the cooking areas. Then there was Storm, she came to help Makoto. She suddenly realized that she had yet to answer Phoebe's questions. Trying to push the memories from her mind she focused on the current situation. Both scared and surprised of how her powers seemed to be forming, she tried to ignore how they were acting right now. Trying to flatten her hair, she continued.\n\n\"Umm, to answer your questions Phoebe; yes Gale has to do with my powers.\" The word felt weird coming from her mouth and not staying in her thoughts. She still wasn't sure if they were a gift or a curse. \"Storm is... we just met but she has encouraged me a lot. Her and some of her friends? Coworkers? Teammates? Anyway, they picked me up from my hometown. They saved me from a blue woman and brought me here.\" Makoto tried to move quickly through the story so not to dwell on it. She didn't even want to come close to the topic of her deceased family, what little of it there had been for so long.", "username": "Hidden Lilly", "char_name": "Makoto まこと (Gale) Izumi" }, { "text": "Phoebe watchdd Flood show of his ability, \"you know\" she said slowly, \"you could always work with Katerine. She has a good grasp of her powers, and could probably teach you some things\" and it would make Katherin feel needed, as wells shelling her with her confidence, Phoebe thought, before returning her attention to Gale, shifting so she was closer to Ryan.\n\nShe winced, seeing how her questions had made Makoto uneasy. Uncomfortable. She sighed softly and said, \"if you ever want to talk, I'm happy to listen\" she smiled friendly, and left it at that. \"Well then. Should we get food\" she asked, glancing at Flood \"maybe you can get your own food today instead of stealing someone else's\"", "username": "MarshiestMallow", "char_name": "Phoebe" }, { "text": "\"And with what money am I supposed to do that? As is I spend all my money on ammo and supplies.\" Flood retorted. He seemed a bit bitter about that statement for some reason. He then brightened as he felt an idea coming. \"Actually I may have an idea. I'll stop stealing food tomorrow. For now though...\" He watched a student pass by, then tripped them and grabbed their plate out of their hands as they fell. He spilt some of the food on the ground on purpose so they thought they dropped it and watched them walk away to go get more food. \"Man, I'm getting really good at that. Too bad I'm stopping tomorrow.\" He remarked to himself. he then thought on the statement about Katherine. \"Do you know where I could find her?\"", "username": "Flood", "char_name": null }, { "text": "The one Flood tripped was Kagerou, having figured out where everyone was going. Not really having expected to be tripped it did catch her off guard. In a split second decision she decided to take the hit and face planted on the ground. Picking herself up she looked around but didn't spot Flood. \"What the hell?\" Getting to her feet she noticed Phoebe with Gale. \"Oh, hello there. I tripped or something.\" Slightly embarrassed she glanced around for her plate that should have fallen but it didn't see it anywhere.", "username": "twave", "char_name": "Kagerou Rotusu" }, { "text": "Phoebe sighed and snatched kageros plate back from Flood, \"for God sake Flood, do you think before you act? Go get your own food! You could have seriously hurt her!\" She turned to Kagerou, checking her over for any obvious signs of blood. \"You didn't fall by yourself. Flood tripped you, \"are you okay?\" She asked with concern, shooting a glare at Flood. \"Katherin will probably be here soon\" She said with a resigned sigh, before addressing Kagerou again, \"do you want to join us? Gale here is new too\"", "username": "MarshiestMallow", "char_name": "Phoebe" }, { "text": "Looking at Flood for a moment she sighed and rolled her eyes. Great, there was one of those here. Just another thing to add to her list. Smiling to reassure Phoebe Kagerou brushed herself off. \"I'll heal. Takes a lot more than that to keep me down.\" Following what was being said she turned to Gale. \"Oh good, I'm not the only one then. My name is Kagerou.\" She smiled as she spoke to Gale.", "username": "twave", "char_name": "Kagerou Rotusu" } ]
"Hi." Makoto said. Slowly coming back to herself. Her name was already introduced so she didn't feel the need to give it a second time. She was kind of surprised at what Flood did, both in how it was mean but also that his movements were so fluid. She made a mental note not to get into a fight with him. Makoto was now even more confused about food. Phoebe had said that she didn't need money for it, but Flood had said he did need it. Unless that was part of his ... insanity, for lack of a better word. "Why don't we all go get food now, like Phoebe suggested?" Makoto asked the group, hoping that a potential disagreement may be avoided. It was refreshing however, that the students she has met so far seem to accept everyone for who or what they are, despite the butting of heads.
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Makoto まこと (Gale) Izumi
Gender: Female Age: 17 PARENTS: Storm mentored her but her birth parents were Kaito and Jessica Izumi Powers: Lightning and electrical currents. She can manipulate intensity of the electrical energy as well as form. She can withstand higher levels of electrical disturbances in her body than other people. She also has the ability of cytokinesis (self healing). Studying a mix of Chinese martial arts; Baguazhang and Iron Palm - Being able to manipulate what voltage of power she releases during a strike (knows how to release it but can't control how much to release) - how to accurately generate electricity by herself - the martial arts styles listed Voltage Reference Bio: Makoto's father was Japanese and her mother was Caucasian/Canadian. They lived happily together in a small home. At the age of 10 her father was diagnosed with cancer. He battled and they tried to get him the best treatment they could. In the end the doctors had caught it too late and he died when Makoto was 12. Makoto's mother did her best to cope and continue to raise Makoto the best she could. The loss of her father took quite a toll on her mother. She began to drink in secret. As time went on and the effectiveness of alcohol wore off, Makoto's mom began to drink more frequently and in greater amounts. Often her mom would go to a local bar and not be home until practically the next morning just in time to go to work. One morning, Makoto awoke to the doorbell ringing. She opened it and to her surprise there was a police officer there. He explained to her that earlier in the evening her mother had gotten into a car crash while still intoxicated and died. In a way Makoto was glad that when her mom crashed, she hadn't hit another car and killed others, but she was still pained by her mother's passing. Makoto was 14. There were not many people left around her since her mother had pushed most of their family friends away and didn't make it easy to build relationships with people at school (not allowed to go out or have people over). Makoto managed alright after that, being in a suspended state of shock. Her world came crashing down one day when it came to the attention of her high school teachers that she was underage and without parents. Child services was notified and Makoto did not take the action lightly. It made everything real, she couldn't just pretend that her mother was still out at a bar somewhere. It was in this moment that 15 year old Makoto manifested her powers, scaring the social worker and company away. She tried to pack up and leave, maybe find somewhere else to go so that they couldn't find her again. Maybe enroll in a night school or something to continue her education. As she bundled up and left, it was spring, she couldn't help but notice that as she walked by people their hair would begin to stand on end. If she loitered people would begin discussing that it's a phenomenon that happens right before a lightning strike, yet no storms were forecasted. It was all too close to the truth for Makoto and she kept moving until she came across a quiet area she could sit and think without hurting anyone. She closed her eyes, trying to calm herself down. "Hello young lady." Makoto looked up. There was a very attractive woman standing in front of her, talking to her. "You seem upset, are you alright?" "I'm fine." This woman made her uncomfortable. Something was wrong… "Are you sure? Why don't you let me buy you a hot chocolate?" The woman persisted. "No thanks, I'm alright." Makoto began to squirm and try to scoot away. "No, you need to come with me." The woman reached out to grab Makoto's wrist, succeeding. "No! Let go!" Makoto yelled, releasing an amplified amount of the static electricity she created into the area and the women. The lady cried out in pain, her skin flipping like scales to reveal many identities and settling on a blue face. Makoto was stunned, as much about the woman as she was about herself. She tried to get up and run but by the time she was able to recover herself, the woman was moving again. The people around had begun to shriek and cry out for help. Not long after other people, mutants clashed in a fray. Makoto seemed to be in the middle of it. Finally she seemed to land under the care of a team of mutants in black and yellow uniforms. "What's going on?" Makoto asked, trying to put pieces together. "Where are you taking me?" "To a safer place than this where you can learn to control your powers." A woman with silver hair said to her. Soon and with little argument from Makoto, they were off. It wasn't long before they arrived at their destination, The Academy. Appearance: Appearance Classes: - Chinease Martial Arts - Power Development - Advanced Anatomy and Physiology - Gym?
[ { "text": "\"I don't know you well enough to have much of an opinion. But somehow I don't think brooding will help.\" Coming back with a new plate Kagerou took a small amount and placed it in a napkin on the table. Turning back to Flood she offered the plate to him. \"Here, take it.\"", "username": "twave", "char_name": "Kagerou Rotusu" }, { "text": "\"A thought about food?A strange thing...but is a common thought...\" Nicholas said following behind them taking a seat beside Flood taking a bite of his strangly pleasant tasting food,Nicholas turned his head towards giving a small motion to her to signal her to come since he was a emotionless like robot she would not have to worry about emotions the only problem was we whine else.", "username": "Eviledd1984", "char_name": null }, { "text": "> \"I don't know you well enough to have much of an opinion. But somehow I don't think brooding will help.\" Coming back with a new plate Kagerou took a small amount and placed it in a napkin on the table. Turning back to Flood she offered the plate to him. \"Here, take it.\"\n\nFlood was very surprised by this kind action. He reached out to take some food and ate a little. \"Don't blame me if you start to get bullied.\" He ate in silence.", "username": "Flood", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Makoto listened to the very dynamic conversation going on around the table. She was surprised by some, curious about others and felt bad for them all. It seemed like they had all been through an ordeal of a sort either here or in previous experiences. They still seemed to get along though, and that was interesting. \n\n\"Mmmm, this soup is so good!\" Makoto mumbled, the liquid warming her insides. She had slipped away quickly to get some food while the students were talking. Assuming that no-one took note of her comment about the soup she tried to ask a question that would help her and Kagerou get to know their classmates. \n\n\"So, what are you all taking? Outside of the mandatory P.E. class and...\" her mind blanked, \"That other mandatory class we have to take?\" Makoto inquired to the group.", "username": "Hidden Lilly", "char_name": "Makoto まこと (Gale) Izumi" }, { "text": "\"It wouldn't be the first time I've been bullied. If it is an issue then that is their problem.\" Kagerou dismissed the notion and left the plate with Flood. Since she'd already said she would join Phoebe and Gale she went back to them.\n\nConsidering the question of classes was interesting. Given the chance Kagerou could teach just about every class on her own. Most of them would be boring beyond who was in them. \"I still need to select my classes. I was going to see what ones grabbed me\"", "username": "twave", "char_name": "Kagerou Rotusu" }, { "text": "Flood pushed away his plate and sighed. \"Why must people be so complex?\" He asked no one as he began to think of ideas for devices.", "username": "Flood", "char_name": null }, { "text": "\"There's a variety of different classes\" Phoebe said, carefully holding her sandwich so nothing would fall out, \"You can do anything, really. We have Gym and PD that we have to go to, that we dont get a choice with, and then there's whatever classes we choose. I choose classes that assist with my own talents. Such as Dr Connors science class, or I choose a class that can help improve some of the skills I need to train, such as Captain America's fighting class\" She said", "username": "MarshiestMallow", "char_name": "Phoebe" }, { "text": "Katherine followed the others to the cateria. She was looking towards to hanging out and talking. She debated sitting in her regular spot. She loved being out in the cold be not many of the others were willing to sit in the cold. Maybe she should eat inside today.", "username": "KatherinWinter", "char_name": "Katherin Winter" }, { "text": "Nicholas just watched them making mental notes to himself about Flood,Pheobe and the other two that were interesting to him,\"Well you could have asked but we cannot\nChange what happened...\" Nicholas said finally looking at the two wit a annoyed look on his face.", "username": "Eviledd1984", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Makoto thought about her powers and figured that a fighting class would be a good place to start. \n\n\"When is the Captain's fighting class? I may join you.\" Makoto said. She also wanted to take a health science class but figured that no-one else here would want to take that kind of course. After all, Makoto had wanted to become a doctor before all of this had happened.", "username": "Hidden Lilly", "char_name": "Makoto まこと (Gale) Izumi" }, { "text": "\"Dr. Connor is a geneticist right? That could be an interesting class. Is there anyone that does technology?\" If there was anything to learn for Kagerou those fields would be it. While she did keep up with information she was not an expert in everything.", "username": "twave", "char_name": "Kagerou Rotusu" }, { "text": "\"Oh, I believe he has a class just before lunch, and just after Power development\" Phoebe said brightly, \"I usually go to the one after Power develop, because I like Dr Connors class before lunch. \" She looked to Kagerou aa she asked about technology classes, \"Well, probably Tony Stark, or the Oracle, or someone like tha\"", "username": "MarshiestMallow", "char_name": "Phoebe" }, { "text": "> \"Dr. Connor is a geneticist right? That could be an interesting class. Is there anyone that does technology?\" If there was anything to learn for Kagerou those fields would be it. While she did keep up with information she was not an expert in everything.\n\n\"It's Barbra Gordon that is the teacher for tech class but Stark usually substitutes for her when she is gone\" Nicholas interjected putting his tray away after eating his food,\"Is there any other classes you are taking?\" He asked Kagerou since he could try to help the new student anyway he could do for her.", "username": "Eviledd1984", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Makoto listened to all of their happy chatter. She wondered who would be teaching a health science type class or a martial art's class. She would however have to make an effort to meet Captain America. If there was ever one hero she had heard of and truly admired it would be him. He seemed to be such an honest, good person. \n\nStanding up, Makoto picked up her empty tray and cleaned her up her part of the meal. \n\n\"Can you remind me where the library is?\" Makoto asked the group. \"I'm going to look up more information about classes to take.\" It seemed as though Kagerou was getting lots of useful information here but Makoto felt that she should at least extend an invitation for her to come along. \"You are also welcome to join me if you want, Kagerou. No pressure.\"", "username": "Hidden Lilly", "char_name": "Makoto まこと (Gale) Izumi" }, { "text": "Kagerou leaned on her hand as she thought. Looking back at Nicholas she shrugged slightly. \"Have any good suggestions?\"", "username": "twave", "char_name": "Kagerou Rotusu" }, { "text": "\"For classes or a place to hang around?\" Nicholas looked back at her with a blank look on his face,His eyes were watching on her hands studying her movemnets wondering form what he heard her personality and such.", "username": "Eviledd1984", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Sitting back up Kagerou nodded slightly. \"Both would be good actually. I don't know what all is here very well yet.\" Taking her attention away from Nicholas she looked up to Gale. \"I think after lunch there is another class.\" She turns back to Nicholas. \"Am I right?\"", "username": "twave", "char_name": "Kagerou Rotusu" }, { "text": "\"Well firstly what do you like to do in your spare time?Their is always the Creative Study class and a Hero/Villain history class...\" Nicholas said looking back at her,\"And what would that class be called?\" He asked her with a blank look on his face.", "username": "Eviledd1984", "char_name": null }, { "text": "\"I don't know what it's called. This is my first day here.\" She thought about it again. \"History does interest me, but I kind of like to learn that on my own.\" This was kind of tough. Not a super whole lot of options for her.\n\nThings being a little awkward between her and Jack, Estella shied away from everyone. She also wasn't sure if people wanted her speaking through telepathy. She certainly was more conscious of people's reactions than before. There were some vague details of the past lingering in the back of her mind but she couldn't quite draw them to light.", "username": "twave", "char_name": null }, { "text": "\"What about science or language classes?\" Makoto suggested. Offering a solution for Kogarou's indecision. She took a seat once more, noting that she would likely be social here than away in the library. Maybe it would be better to stay in groups of people as opposed to go off on her own. If Makoto did that she would be left with her thoughts, and that would likely bring up her family or, lack there of. Yes, distractions and groups were much safer as long as she didn't visit the topic in her mind she would be just fine.", "username": "Hidden Lilly", "char_name": "Makoto まこと (Gale) Izumi" }, { "text": "Phoebe listened as they talked, content to do so, and she spoke when she felt it was needed, sharing her time and experience in the academy with the new students She noticed that lunch was nearing an end as students began to head towards their afternoon classes. \n\nShe smiled at the others, and said, \"We should head to Power development\" She stretched, and rose. It was a nice change, being able to talk with a wider group of people, and Phoebe hoped that she could make friends with Makoto and Kogaru. She looked around for Katherin, hoping to catch up with her as well, but knew if she didn't, they could catch up in power development. \n\nMaybe she should suggest to Makoto and Kogaru, as well as Katherin, a night out, or something like that. She figured it would be a fun night.", "username": "MarshiestMallow", "char_name": "Phoebe" } ]
"Sure." Makoto meekly agreed. Power Development, a class where one would likely have to practice their powers. She wasn't sure if it was safe for her to attempt anything like that. Makoto would just have to try, or maybe talk to the teacher? Either way, she was on her way to her first class at the Academy. Makoto, who was already standing, moved closer to where Phoebe was standing. "Where to?" she prompted.
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Makoto まこと (Gale) Izumi
Gender: Female Age: 17 PARENTS: Storm mentored her but her birth parents were Kaito and Jessica Izumi Powers: Lightning and electrical currents. She can manipulate intensity of the electrical energy as well as form. She can withstand higher levels of electrical disturbances in her body than other people. She also has the ability of cytokinesis (self healing). Studying a mix of Chinese martial arts; Baguazhang and Iron Palm - Being able to manipulate what voltage of power she releases during a strike (knows how to release it but can't control how much to release) - how to accurately generate electricity by herself - the martial arts styles listed Voltage Reference Bio: Makoto's father was Japanese and her mother was Caucasian/Canadian. They lived happily together in a small home. At the age of 10 her father was diagnosed with cancer. He battled and they tried to get him the best treatment they could. In the end the doctors had caught it too late and he died when Makoto was 12. Makoto's mother did her best to cope and continue to raise Makoto the best she could. The loss of her father took quite a toll on her mother. She began to drink in secret. As time went on and the effectiveness of alcohol wore off, Makoto's mom began to drink more frequently and in greater amounts. Often her mom would go to a local bar and not be home until practically the next morning just in time to go to work. One morning, Makoto awoke to the doorbell ringing. She opened it and to her surprise there was a police officer there. He explained to her that earlier in the evening her mother had gotten into a car crash while still intoxicated and died. In a way Makoto was glad that when her mom crashed, she hadn't hit another car and killed others, but she was still pained by her mother's passing. Makoto was 14. There were not many people left around her since her mother had pushed most of their family friends away and didn't make it easy to build relationships with people at school (not allowed to go out or have people over). Makoto managed alright after that, being in a suspended state of shock. Her world came crashing down one day when it came to the attention of her high school teachers that she was underage and without parents. Child services was notified and Makoto did not take the action lightly. It made everything real, she couldn't just pretend that her mother was still out at a bar somewhere. It was in this moment that 15 year old Makoto manifested her powers, scaring the social worker and company away. She tried to pack up and leave, maybe find somewhere else to go so that they couldn't find her again. Maybe enroll in a night school or something to continue her education. As she bundled up and left, it was spring, she couldn't help but notice that as she walked by people their hair would begin to stand on end. If she loitered people would begin discussing that it's a phenomenon that happens right before a lightning strike, yet no storms were forecasted. It was all too close to the truth for Makoto and she kept moving until she came across a quiet area she could sit and think without hurting anyone. She closed her eyes, trying to calm herself down. "Hello young lady." Makoto looked up. There was a very attractive woman standing in front of her, talking to her. "You seem upset, are you alright?" "I'm fine." This woman made her uncomfortable. Something was wrong… "Are you sure? Why don't you let me buy you a hot chocolate?" The woman persisted. "No thanks, I'm alright." Makoto began to squirm and try to scoot away. "No, you need to come with me." The woman reached out to grab Makoto's wrist, succeeding. "No! Let go!" Makoto yelled, releasing an amplified amount of the static electricity she created into the area and the women. The lady cried out in pain, her skin flipping like scales to reveal many identities and settling on a blue face. Makoto was stunned, as much about the woman as she was about herself. She tried to get up and run but by the time she was able to recover herself, the woman was moving again. The people around had begun to shriek and cry out for help. Not long after other people, mutants clashed in a fray. Makoto seemed to be in the middle of it. Finally she seemed to land under the care of a team of mutants in black and yellow uniforms. "What's going on?" Makoto asked, trying to put pieces together. "Where are you taking me?" "To a safer place than this where you can learn to control your powers." A woman with silver hair said to her. Soon and with little argument from Makoto, they were off. It wasn't long before they arrived at their destination, The Academy. Appearance: Appearance Classes: - Chinease Martial Arts - Power Development - Advanced Anatomy and Physiology - Gym?
[ { "text": "> Flood walked into the classroom and sat down near the back of the class. He waited for class to begin as he continued thinking his insane thoughts.\n\nNicholas walked into the classroom taking a seat beside someone that he didn't know nor cared about,This class was one of the most interesting of the classes so far so he would be paying attention then the other classes he finds boring.Unknown to him Reinhardt was also in the class watching Nicholas calmly.", "username": "Eviledd1984", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Seeing that everyone was leaving Estella got up as well. A light reading of people's minds told her that another class was about to begin. She headed out and after everyone else so she wouldn't get lost.\n\n\"See I knew it!\" Kagerou announced with a smile before getting up and going with the others. Power Development, or more specifically Mimic. If anyone in the academy was going to oust her it would be Mimic. The two had a little rivalry going on, Kagerou having beaten him in a fight on more than one occasion. Unfortunately she arrived after he did and she took a seat. She couldn't give him any kind of signal without being noticed with everyone around so she was just going to have to see what he would do.", "username": "twave", "char_name": "Kagerou Rotusu" }, { "text": "Makoto followed Phoebe to the class room for Power Development. A man she was not familiar with stood with his arms crossed at the front of the room. He was obviously the teacher of this class, and intimidating. His name was Mimic Phoebe had said, should she address him as Mr. Mimic or Professor Mimic? Makoto decided to try to put her mind at ease and just listen to the students filtering into the classroom. \n\n\"So, what is... Professor Mimic like?\" She said, leaning over to Phoebe.", "username": "Hidden Lilly", "char_name": "Makoto まこと (Gale) Izumi" }, { "text": "\"He's an ass. And don't call him Professor, you're giving him too much credit.\" Flood called out from the back as he looked at Nicholas. It appeared as if someone else was watching him intently.", "username": "Flood", "char_name": null }, { "text": "\"It's just Mimic\" Phoebe said, rolling her eyes at Flood. \"He isn't an ass. He's strict, and almost uncaring in what he puts us through, but he's still a good teacher\" She said, cchoosing a seat and sitting down.", "username": "MarshiestMallow", "char_name": "Phoebe" }, { "text": "> \"It's just Mimic\" Phoebe said, rolling her eyes at Flood. \"He isn't an ass. He's strict, and almost uncaring in what he puts us through, but he's still a good teacher\" She said, choosing a seat and sitting down. \n\nNicholas was watching Mimic and then to the others talking to each other,They were close enough for him to hear them so his opinion on the subject was that he didn't give a shit about Mimic he didn't really like the man and thought he was a pompous arrogant moron.Reinhardt was watching Nicholas not knowing about Mimic so he himself could not make a comment about the man.", "username": "Eviledd1984", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Lunch inevitably had to end, so Kat closed the book she had been reading. The cafeteria was beginning to empty already so she joined the flow of students into the hallway and eventually into the Power Development room. She hadn't taken two steps into the room before she heard Flood calling across the room and smiled at his words. Detouring between Makoto and Phoebe's desk she paused, and said \"Yeah, he stabbed me in the chest once but he's a real sweetheart when you get to know him.\" She didn't linger though, instead flashing a smile which wasn't wholly comforting before taking her own seat.", "username": "Klyix", "char_name": "Eldkatla 'Kat' Lokidóttir" }, { "text": "A twinge of concern crossed Kagerou's face. Most seemed to have a poor opinion of Mimic, or a least his methods. She herself couldn't say much though because she wasn't always the most well liked either. Glancing at Phoebe she seemed to be defending Mimic. That was good, at least someone understood the point despite how it may be executed.", "username": "twave", "char_name": "Kagerou Rotusu" }, { "text": "Devika meandered onto class once she finished her food, making a quick stop in her room for a pair of gloves. Her whole self was on edge; apparently she hadn't quite relaxed from yesterday. She felt a stressed excitement that didn't belong to her; it made her skin tingle and itch in a way that she didn't like. Once she got to class, she took a seat where the least amount of people sat.", "username": "Mistress Dizzy", "char_name": "Devika Jones" }, { "text": "Nicholas was now not paying attention to Mimic who now started speaking to the classes at first looking around the room looking at Devika,He turned back around so that he would not get into trouble and closes his fist letting a rose appear and going to land on her lap via a vine.Reinhardt was still watching Nicholas smiling to himself since he was disgusted as another student he so disparately wanted to speak to him but couldn't although he would sooner about the business at hand.", "username": "Eviledd1984", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Katherin headed to class. She was always alittle wary about Mimic's class. He wasn't a very unusual teacher and she never knew what to expect. She supposed that was the point. The world was not a predictable place. She needed to learn to adapt and go with it.", "username": "KatherinWinter", "char_name": "Katherin Winter" }, { "text": "Kalinda watched as other students filed into the classroom, some interacting with others or just getting ready for class. She saw Devika, and rose, going over to her. \"I think I should apologise for yesterday. But everything's fine how, and no flattening if he school\" she smiled, genuinely, \"still, I was harsh when I didn't need to be, but the harshness got it done\"\n\n----\n\nPhoebe saw Katherin come in, and waved to her, smiling. It had been a long few days, and she hadn't had enough time to talk with Katherin. She missed doing so, and wanted to catch up, especially since Katherin seemed slightly...off. She wanted to cheer her up, and to talk, to just simply discuss things. \n\nBut she realised that would have to wait as Mimic cleared his throat. \n\n\"New students? I do love new students to mess with\" He said, looking over the class. \"We've gone through fighting with me, fighting with each other and other such variations. In light of the other days...events I think it's time to focus on using your powers, and doing so effectively. You all should know your strengths and limitations now. We are going to move to a bigger classroom, and I'll explain what we are doing there\"", "username": "MarshiestMallow", "char_name": "Phoebe" }, { "text": "Ryan sprinted into the room and slid into a seat next to Phoebe and listened to Mimic. \"He is gonna make us brawl again... I know it...\" He said softly.", "username": "Avanhelsing", "char_name": null }, { "text": "\"Oh good. I wanted to work on my powers.\" Flood said as he began trying to create a figurine of Mimic out of ice. He began concentrating as he worked on that.", "username": "Flood", "char_name": null }, { "text": "> Ryan sprinted into the room and slid into a seat next to Phoebe and listened to Mimic. \"He is gonna make us brawl again... I know it...\" He said softly.\n\n\"Probably\" Phoebe agreed, \"it's not all that bad. Maybe it will go quick\" She said, rising. She tied back her hair, to keep it out of her eyes. \"I think it will be a good lesson\" \n\nMimic started out of the classroom, clearly expecting the students to follow. He led them to a larger area, which could be considred a classroom, if there were desks and chairs. Instead it was pretty much an empty classroom.", "username": "MarshiestMallow", "char_name": "Phoebe" }, { "text": "Makoto sat very quietly and with an air of nervousness until Mimic brought the students to another classroom. She guessed that with the strong opinions of all her classmates that Mimic was a tough teacher. Not for academic reasons but rather he was tough on his students. They did seem to enjoy the class to a degree so he must be doing a decent job of teaching them new skills. Makoto stuck beside Phoebe, hopeing not to be singled out by Mimic. At least they will have a chance to test their powers. Makoto only had a vague idea at how hers worked.", "username": "Hidden Lilly", "char_name": "Makoto まこと (Gale) Izumi" }, { "text": "Griffin took Mimic's class as usual. He silently made his way to the back of the class. Mimic was an odd teacher but Griffin liked is unpredicable nature. It was more realistic than most of the teachers. He wondered what they would be doing in this larger classroom. He waited patiently to see.", "username": "KatherinWinter", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Flood decided to start on a larger creation as he began creating a sword out of ice. He swung it a few times to experiment and it crumbled apart on the third swing. He got to working on making a solid construct for the class. He looked over at Katherine and walked over to her. \" Hey you have experience with ice right?\"", "username": "Flood", "char_name": null }, { "text": "When all the students were in the new classroom, Mimic began to speak once more. \"lets see. I'm going to split you into groups\" Mimic said, eyes roaming over the students that were there, making a note of the ones that weren't. \n\n\"This will probably occur over a few lessons. Ryan, Katherin, Estella and...Kalinda Team one. Jack, Kageru, Flood, Nicholas Team two. Phoebe, Makoto, Devika, and Zack/Griffin and kat Team three\" \n\nChecking that that was all of them that was in the room, Mimic continued, \"One team at a time, you'll fight me. Lets see how you can do\" \n\n----\n\nConnor didn't move until he was sure that Kijani was asleep, deeply enough that his moving wouldn't wake her, or so he hoped. He didn't leave the room, despite knowing that power development had started. \n\nHe wasn't going to leave. \n\nStill, it didn't mean that he could do something here. Especially with phones and other technology the way it was these days. He settled down, content to sit for a while and do research for various things.", "username": "MarshiestMallow", "char_name": "Phoebe" } ]
Makoto was glad that she was grouped with Phoebe but she hadn't had much time to practice her powers. She could really hurt someone and she didn't want it to be her teacher or her teammates. She began to try to think though strategies where she could help her team even with the little knowledge of her powers that she had. Makoto really didn't want to use her powers but for this class it looked like she'd have to. She settled on the idea that she will fight like its a normal fist fight first and see how that goes. "Should we make up a strategy?" She asked her teammates.
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Hidden Lilly
Makoto まこと (Gale) Izumi
Gender: Female Age: 17 PARENTS: Storm mentored her but her birth parents were Kaito and Jessica Izumi Powers: Lightning and electrical currents. She can manipulate intensity of the electrical energy as well as form. She can withstand higher levels of electrical disturbances in her body than other people. She also has the ability of cytokinesis (self healing). Studying a mix of Chinese martial arts; Baguazhang and Iron Palm - Being able to manipulate what voltage of power she releases during a strike (knows how to release it but can't control how much to release) - how to accurately generate electricity by herself - the martial arts styles listed Voltage Reference Bio: Makoto's father was Japanese and her mother was Caucasian/Canadian. They lived happily together in a small home. At the age of 10 her father was diagnosed with cancer. He battled and they tried to get him the best treatment they could. In the end the doctors had caught it too late and he died when Makoto was 12. Makoto's mother did her best to cope and continue to raise Makoto the best she could. The loss of her father took quite a toll on her mother. She began to drink in secret. As time went on and the effectiveness of alcohol wore off, Makoto's mom began to drink more frequently and in greater amounts. Often her mom would go to a local bar and not be home until practically the next morning just in time to go to work. One morning, Makoto awoke to the doorbell ringing. She opened it and to her surprise there was a police officer there. He explained to her that earlier in the evening her mother had gotten into a car crash while still intoxicated and died. In a way Makoto was glad that when her mom crashed, she hadn't hit another car and killed others, but she was still pained by her mother's passing. Makoto was 14. There were not many people left around her since her mother had pushed most of their family friends away and didn't make it easy to build relationships with people at school (not allowed to go out or have people over). Makoto managed alright after that, being in a suspended state of shock. Her world came crashing down one day when it came to the attention of her high school teachers that she was underage and without parents. Child services was notified and Makoto did not take the action lightly. It made everything real, she couldn't just pretend that her mother was still out at a bar somewhere. It was in this moment that 15 year old Makoto manifested her powers, scaring the social worker and company away. She tried to pack up and leave, maybe find somewhere else to go so that they couldn't find her again. Maybe enroll in a night school or something to continue her education. As she bundled up and left, it was spring, she couldn't help but notice that as she walked by people their hair would begin to stand on end. If she loitered people would begin discussing that it's a phenomenon that happens right before a lightning strike, yet no storms were forecasted. It was all too close to the truth for Makoto and she kept moving until she came across a quiet area she could sit and think without hurting anyone. She closed her eyes, trying to calm herself down. "Hello young lady." Makoto looked up. There was a very attractive woman standing in front of her, talking to her. "You seem upset, are you alright?" "I'm fine." This woman made her uncomfortable. Something was wrong… "Are you sure? Why don't you let me buy you a hot chocolate?" The woman persisted. "No thanks, I'm alright." Makoto began to squirm and try to scoot away. "No, you need to come with me." The woman reached out to grab Makoto's wrist, succeeding. "No! Let go!" Makoto yelled, releasing an amplified amount of the static electricity she created into the area and the women. The lady cried out in pain, her skin flipping like scales to reveal many identities and settling on a blue face. Makoto was stunned, as much about the woman as she was about herself. She tried to get up and run but by the time she was able to recover herself, the woman was moving again. The people around had begun to shriek and cry out for help. Not long after other people, mutants clashed in a fray. Makoto seemed to be in the middle of it. Finally she seemed to land under the care of a team of mutants in black and yellow uniforms. "What's going on?" Makoto asked, trying to put pieces together. "Where are you taking me?" "To a safer place than this where you can learn to control your powers." A woman with silver hair said to her. Soon and with little argument from Makoto, they were off. It wasn't long before they arrived at their destination, The Academy. Appearance: Appearance Classes: - Chinease Martial Arts - Power Development - Advanced Anatomy and Physiology - Gym?
[ { "text": "One of them clearly did not hear things right. \"No... I'm pretty sure he said we would be fighting him.\" Kagerou said as a matter of fact tone. \"Unless I'm crazy. That's always a possibility.\"", "username": "twave", "char_name": "Kagerou Rotusu" }, { "text": "Kat had followed the group into the new room and listened as Mimic explained the task. She smiled as he said they would be going against him; any chance to land a hit on him would always be appreciated. Unfortunately for the cause this was a team exercise so she took note of her fellow members and searched for where they congregated. \n\nShe walked over as Phoebe was finishing introducing the rest to Makoto. \"And I'm.. well, you can call me Kat.\" Now didn't seem the best time for the full introduction, instead flashing a charming smile.", "username": "Klyix", "char_name": "Eldkatla 'Kat' Lokidóttir" }, { "text": "\"Wow, you all sound so talented. It's nice to meet you all.\" Makoto said, kind of in awe. After saying a meek hello to Kat, Makoto began to explain her powers. She was going to have to face them at some point, it may as well be now despite how it made her feel. Makoto took a deep breath and with a shaky voice she tried to explain what happened to her.\n\n\"All I really know is that the air feels different, charged almost. It makes crackly noises and static shocks happen right before your eyes. I also seem to make people's hair stand on end. I think my power may be Static Electricity.\" She finished. Makoto hoped that it was a sufficient explanation. It was all she could muster in her current state and in the current situation. \"I-i could maybe try to use it, I really don't think that's' a good idea. I really have no clue or control...\" Makoto continued, defending her resistance to using her powers.", "username": "Hidden Lilly", "char_name": "Makoto まこと (Gale) Izumi" }, { "text": "> > Flood decided to start on a larger creation as he began creating a sword out of ice. He swung it a few times to experiment and it crumbled apart on the third swing. He got to working on making a solid construct for the class. He looked over at Katherine and walked over to her. \" Hey you have experience with ice right?\"\n> \n> Katherin laughed. She wasn't sure if Flood was serious or not. With Flood one never knew. He was worse than Mimic when it came to predictability. \"Yes Flood. I have a lot of experince with ice. I would love to help you after class.\" \n\n\"Thanks.\" He replied as he walked towards Nicholas. \"I suggest you make use of your various fear toxins while I provide ranged support for Jack and Kagerou. Is everyone okay with that? Actually, what are your powers Kagerou? I would like to know so I can efficiently plan.\" His eyes had taken on a hardened tone, one only seen in experienced fighters.", "username": "Flood", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Devika waved a bit when she was introduced, but she was not at all looking forward to this. Like someone had so adroitly stated, she was an empath and not much more. As Flood started to plan, she stayed quiet, already on edge from being near people. Flood's presence was one thing, but then she could feel Griffin/Zack bristling at her. And then there was Kat. She hadn't had much experience with the Asgardian, but the girl's smile alone mad her shivery inside. \n\n\"I...\" She cleared her throat and tried more clearly. \"I took Mimic down once, but... I don't know if it would work a second time.\"", "username": "Mistress Dizzy", "char_name": "Devika Jones" }, { "text": "\"If i could get close enough and spray his face with my gas it could be enough for you two to take him down,But that might not be so easy perhaps i could used my new found powers to trap or to bring him closer for us to attack him..\" Nicholas said looking around the room at the others making mental notes to himself.\n\nMeanwhile Reinhardt along with his group were planning something and he was quite surprised how interesting his group was it would make for something he has planned later on.", "username": "Eviledd1984", "char_name": null }, { "text": "This all was going to be very interesting for Kagerou. She hadn't done much fighting in a while, having taken a hiatus for a couple decades. Making note of everyone's powers there were a few that sounded a bit new to her. There has been a huge explosion of abilities over the last hundred years and it only got more diverse. When she was asked about her powers Kagerou smiles shyly. \"Um, I have super strength, telekinesis, and regeneration. I can use the first two pretty well I think. The other one just works.\"", "username": "twave", "char_name": "Kagerou Rotusu" }, { "text": "Phoebe listened as Makato explained her abilities. As Makato seemed to become nervous, Phoebe gave her a hug. \"Don't worry. If you don't want to use them, that's okay. You don't have to. It's your first day, after all\" She smiled, and looked around at the group. Zack/Grifin, Devika and Makato. \n\nshe could tell that there was some stiffiness between Zack/grifin and devika. She didn't know what it was about, and felt like it was impolite to ask. She hadn't exactly been friendly with Devika either, remembering the one attempt at trying to make friends with her, Phoebe had somehow bungled it. \n\n\"I was told about that\" She said in response to the taking mimic down comment, \"But I wasn't here at that time. I can imagine what happened, though. He probably has a defense for that now\" She mused. \n\n\"We will start with Team three. Step uP\" Mimic said, breaking into what Phoebe had been saying. \n\n\"Well. Let's do a good job\" Phoebe said", "username": "MarshiestMallow", "char_name": "Phoebe" }, { "text": "Makoto smiled when Phoebe, in such a caring manner, gave her a hug. It definitely helped her feel more at ease, and it confirmed that she had at least one new friend. Makoto decided she would try her best, even if it was not to the same skill as the rest of her group. She took a position on the far right of the group. It would be easy for her to fade into the background a bit that way and maybe sort out a kind of strike that she could make. She did want to contribute to the group, despite her hesitancy/fear to use her powers.", "username": "Hidden Lilly", "char_name": "Makoto まこと (Gale) Izumi" }, { "text": "\"Griffin.\" the introduction was given gruffly. But Zack was the people person not him. He studied the new girl. Her powers seemed less than helpful. \"We can manipulate light. We might be able to blind him temperarily. We have gotten better at creating bands of light that should be Ble to contain him briefly. Our light weapons are iffy. Sometimes they work. Others they do not. We would rather not use them in battle. However we have a excellent shield that we can create around the group or an indivual as needed.\"", "username": "KatherinWinter", "char_name": null }, { "text": "\"Great. Let's get started then\" Phoebe said, vines forming across her body so that she could use them quickly. She always figured that she had a disadvantage with Mimic, as surely throughout the years he had encounter her mother, and therefore knew her powers. \n\nBut Phoebe just wasn't her mother. She had her own abilities, and her own ways. She turned to Mimic, who appeared ready. \"We all ready?\"", "username": "MarshiestMallow", "char_name": "Phoebe" }, { "text": "Estella kind of felt a little awkward seeing as none on her team joined her. It sounded like another team was going to go to first anyway. Taking a seat she looked around to try and identify her other teammates.", "username": "twave", "char_name": null }, { "text": "> \"Great. Let's get started then\" Phoebe said, vines forming across her body so that she could use them quickly. She always figured that she had a disadvantage with Mimic, as surely throughout the years he had encounter her mother, and therefore knew her powers. \n> \n> But Phoebe just wasn't her mother. She had her own abilities, and her own ways. She turned to Mimic, who appeared ready. \"We all ready?\"\n\n\"I am if you all are.\" Makoto said to her team, trying to get into a ready type position off on her side of the group. Really, the only experience she had was a combative class she was in at school the year before. They had spent a week on various fighting styles and techniques. She liked wrestling and a martial art style called Iron Palm. Iron Palm is Chinese martial art if she remembered correctly. Anyway, she put her open hands up in what she tried to recall as a ready position.", "username": "Hidden Lilly", "char_name": "Makoto まこと (Gale) Izumi" }, { "text": "Mimic stood waiting for the team to start, or anyone on the team to start. The moment someone attacked him, he would counter quickly", "username": "MarshiestMallow", "char_name": "Phoebe" }, { "text": "Devika was near the back, and waiting like the others. She realized that no one was moving, no one was going to go for it. With a mild sigh, she stripped off her gloves with her teeth, and strode forward at a quick walk.\n\n\"Hello, Mimic. Care to have a repeat of our first meeting?\" She took a fighting stance with solid footing, and wiggled her bare fingers at him. Slowly, she started to build up fear within herself. All it would take is one solid strike- Mimic knew that, and hopefully he wouldn't be bold enough to leave himself open for her. The rest of the team could use that, she hoped. \"I hope you brought your tissues, sir.\"", "username": "Mistress Dizzy", "char_name": "Devika Jones" }, { "text": "Mimic watched Devika stepped up. He was wary, and felt that that was alright, given the fact that the Empath could damage him and easily. It was also one of the few powers he couldn't combat effectively. For if h e returned back with an emotional attack, that would just make Devika's abilities more potent. \n\nSo Mimic went on the offensive, mimicing Phoebe's powers and with vines, attacked Devika, to break her concentration.", "username": "MarshiestMallow", "char_name": "Phoebe" }, { "text": "Griffin watched Devika puzzled. Should they be working together? He had been expecting a plan of some sort. But it se,pmed they were going to take turns didn't that defeat the purpose of the challenge? The al, knew what they were capable of against Mimic separately. What was the point of doing again?", "username": "KatherinWinter", "char_name": null } ]
Makoto watched, her own focus being broken. She thought Mimic would reflect the ability he was being attacked with, not the entirety of what he was faced with. Time turned to feel like it was slow. She was afraid, how could she do this? She had no idea where to even start? How could she help her teammates? It hurt her to know that her hesitancy was crippling her ability to try and think to use her powers. Acknowledging her feelings of inferiority, anxiety, and fear she fumbled trying to figure out how to stop them from overwhelming her. She looked to her teammates for help, to the one that had begun the fight and so Makoto figured, would lead them.
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Makoto まこと (Gale) Izumi
Gender: Female Age: 17 PARENTS: Storm mentored her but her birth parents were Kaito and Jessica Izumi Powers: Lightning and electrical currents. She can manipulate intensity of the electrical energy as well as form. She can withstand higher levels of electrical disturbances in her body than other people. She also has the ability of cytokinesis (self healing). Studying a mix of Chinese martial arts; Baguazhang and Iron Palm - Being able to manipulate what voltage of power she releases during a strike (knows how to release it but can't control how much to release) - how to accurately generate electricity by herself - the martial arts styles listed Voltage Reference Bio: Makoto's father was Japanese and her mother was Caucasian/Canadian. They lived happily together in a small home. At the age of 10 her father was diagnosed with cancer. He battled and they tried to get him the best treatment they could. In the end the doctors had caught it too late and he died when Makoto was 12. Makoto's mother did her best to cope and continue to raise Makoto the best she could. The loss of her father took quite a toll on her mother. She began to drink in secret. As time went on and the effectiveness of alcohol wore off, Makoto's mom began to drink more frequently and in greater amounts. Often her mom would go to a local bar and not be home until practically the next morning just in time to go to work. One morning, Makoto awoke to the doorbell ringing. She opened it and to her surprise there was a police officer there. He explained to her that earlier in the evening her mother had gotten into a car crash while still intoxicated and died. In a way Makoto was glad that when her mom crashed, she hadn't hit another car and killed others, but she was still pained by her mother's passing. Makoto was 14. There were not many people left around her since her mother had pushed most of their family friends away and didn't make it easy to build relationships with people at school (not allowed to go out or have people over). Makoto managed alright after that, being in a suspended state of shock. Her world came crashing down one day when it came to the attention of her high school teachers that she was underage and without parents. Child services was notified and Makoto did not take the action lightly. It made everything real, she couldn't just pretend that her mother was still out at a bar somewhere. It was in this moment that 15 year old Makoto manifested her powers, scaring the social worker and company away. She tried to pack up and leave, maybe find somewhere else to go so that they couldn't find her again. Maybe enroll in a night school or something to continue her education. As she bundled up and left, it was spring, she couldn't help but notice that as she walked by people their hair would begin to stand on end. If she loitered people would begin discussing that it's a phenomenon that happens right before a lightning strike, yet no storms were forecasted. It was all too close to the truth for Makoto and she kept moving until she came across a quiet area she could sit and think without hurting anyone. She closed her eyes, trying to calm herself down. "Hello young lady." Makoto looked up. There was a very attractive woman standing in front of her, talking to her. "You seem upset, are you alright?" "I'm fine." This woman made her uncomfortable. Something was wrong… "Are you sure? Why don't you let me buy you a hot chocolate?" The woman persisted. "No thanks, I'm alright." Makoto began to squirm and try to scoot away. "No, you need to come with me." The woman reached out to grab Makoto's wrist, succeeding. "No! Let go!" Makoto yelled, releasing an amplified amount of the static electricity she created into the area and the women. The lady cried out in pain, her skin flipping like scales to reveal many identities and settling on a blue face. Makoto was stunned, as much about the woman as she was about herself. She tried to get up and run but by the time she was able to recover herself, the woman was moving again. The people around had begun to shriek and cry out for help. Not long after other people, mutants clashed in a fray. Makoto seemed to be in the middle of it. Finally she seemed to land under the care of a team of mutants in black and yellow uniforms. "What's going on?" Makoto asked, trying to put pieces together. "Where are you taking me?" "To a safer place than this where you can learn to control your powers." A woman with silver hair said to her. Soon and with little argument from Makoto, they were off. It wasn't long before they arrived at their destination, The Academy. Appearance: Appearance Classes: - Chinease Martial Arts - Power Development - Advanced Anatomy and Physiology - Gym?
[ { "text": "\"Griffin-\" Devika gave Katherine a nod of thanks, and continued to press forward toward Mimic. \"This is an exercise in teamwork. If we were meant to attack one at a time, then that would hardly be a team! We can't win the fight if we're too scared to actually start it!\" She inhaled and kept moving, taking darting punches toward Mimic. Although she knew good and well that he could outfight her one on one, she was hoping that there would be just enough of a distraction to give her an opening. \"Besides, plans tend to fall apart. If this was a real fight, we'd have to think on our feet.\" She flashed him a quick smile, her eyes gone strange with building emotions. \"If you know your capabilities, why should you wait for someone else to tell you what to do with them?\"", "username": "Mistress Dizzy", "char_name": "Devika Jones" }, { "text": "Makoto took a deep breath. She tried to take Kat's advice; the fight comes from the heart and limbs. Now was as good a time as ever to learn about her powers. Struggling to quiet her mind, Makoto concentrated on what it felt like to activate her powers. She felt pressure to help as everyone rushed in with precision. \n\nThere was nothing. \n\nMakoto wanted to help so badly, she didn't want to let anyone get hurt. \n\nThere was nothing. \n\nThere must be something she could do! \n\nThere was nothing. \n\nFrustrated, she looked at her teammates go. There was such ease, such acceptance, such trust in themselves. \n\nThere, a tingle. \n\nMakoto's heart jumped and mind relaxed a little. They had done nothing to show that she couldn't trust them, rather that this was a safe environment. \n\nThere, her arm was full of needles and pins in a way that tickled. She had to resist the urge to itch it.\n\nShe encouraged the feeling, it spreading across her body. To onlookers they could begin to see wisps of her hair stand on end, out of the braid. It felt exhilarating! She felt so light! \n\nWith as much strength and speed she could muster Makoto ran as fast as she could to her teammates. Setting her fear off to the side in her mind she tried to really grab a hold of this feeling that filled her. She may not be able to do much damage but she could have a chance at doing something. With her lack of experience, she ran around Mimic and aimed for his shoulder blade area. She just ran for it, almost like she was going t punch it while her teammates tried to distract him.", "username": "Hidden Lilly", "char_name": "Makoto まこと (Gale) Izumi" }, { "text": "Pheobe had to wonder if Mimic Chose the teams with those they wouldnt work well together, or if it was just a happy coincidence for him. Annoyed enough she turned to her team and said, \"What, are you all stupid? Seriously, we have a chance to kick Mimic's butt, and you just argue?\" She was going to say more, but Makoto running towards Mimic distracted her. \n\nWanting to help, Phoebe increased her vine attacks, using them easily like Whips. \n\nMimic just chuckled lightly, and went to push the vines away, but Phoebe planted her feet, and with a determined expression, kept control of her vines, and created a chlorofiend, directing it towards Mimic. \n\nMimic destroyed the Chlorofiend quickly, but it gave Phoebe the chance to capture his wrists in her vines. She pulled tight, preventing any further movement, as Makoto's punch landed.", "username": "MarshiestMallow", "char_name": "Phoebe" }, { "text": "All of the tingles concentrated to her hand and wrist slowly dissipating up her arm just before she hit him. Makoto's open palm made contact with Mimic. A jolt of ... something happened right during the strike, pushing her back away from her teacher. It hurt a bit but what was the biggest shock to her was the audible crack of ... lightning? Her ears must have fooled her in the heat of the moment, regardless she let out a cry of surprise. In all reality though, she gave Mimic one hell of a static shock. It would have caused some major nerve jumbling and burns from being that close. \n\nMakoto quickly tried to survey hr arm, thinking she broke a part of it on him, only to look up and see that she had burned through his shirt and into his skin where she hit him. Dread flooded her. She hurt her teacher? She hurt her teacher! She wanted to rush to his aid an apologize. If the circumstances were different she would have, her teammates continuing to fight was what kept her from doing so. She tried to move around Mimic, not staying in the same place too long. She was all the more unsure of her powers but tried to hold onto that trust and acceptance of herself, to those tingles in her arm.", "username": "Hidden Lilly", "char_name": "Makoto まこと (Gale) Izumi" }, { "text": "Devika halted her attack as she saw one of the new students dart forward. With the opening provided by the others, the girl made a well placed attack. It sure looked painful, but Mimic would be fine. \"Nice hit!\" She said as she rushed by. With his wrists bound neatly by Pheobe, Devika closed the gap and wrapped a hand around Mimic's neck, making sure to get as much bare skin as she could against her fingers. She loosed the fear she'd been building in one sharp jolt. It tore out of her so quick that she felt immediately lightheaded, and lost her footing, landing heavily on her backside with a grunt of surprise.", "username": "Mistress Dizzy", "char_name": "Devika Jones" }, { "text": "Griffin grumbled under his breath. He didn't know what team Devika had been on but it couldn't have been a good on. He moved away from the empathy trying to clear hus mind. That girl just rubbed him the wrong way. He decided he had enough. This nonsense. He did something he And Zack talked bout be hadn't actually tried. He directed a beam.of light right into Mimic's eyes while wrapping beams of light around the teacher. It was the must they had ever used their powers at once.", "username": "KatherinWinter", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Mimic stood still, seeming to absorb the attacks. as Devika went to touch him, he quickly erected a barrier to prevent the over flow of emotions swamping him. Using plant life, mainly vines, he retrived a knife and sliced through the vines holding him. He slammed his eyes shut just in time to not be blinding by Griffin and sacks attack, and stood, appearing to brush off some imaginary speck of dust. \"Good, but not exceptionally so. Too easy\" he said, briefly examining the burn from Makoto, \"is that really the best you can do?\"", "username": "MarshiestMallow", "char_name": "Phoebe" }, { "text": "Makoto paused, mildly confused. Was Mimic _taunting_ her? It made her feel small in comparison to his skill. She tried to shake the insecurity off, even if it hurt her feelings a bit. She had been proud that she was even able to activate let alone use her powers. The tingling held fast in her dominant hand. The comment from Devika really helped her keep at least some sort of a hold on her emotions, ironically. \n\nShe tried to quickly leaf through all that she remembered from her old school about electricity. It occurred to her that she was wearing rubber soled shoes. weather it would be an aid or a hindrance she wasn't quite sure but she kicked them off about as fast as she could. In the meantime she tried to increase the... voltage? that was in her arm. It spiked, shooting across her body and into the air from all over her skin then it was back to a low buzz in her hand. Makoto noticed that the air felt dryer as she moved, and that her classmates' was standing on end. Was she radiating a charge? Makoto couldn't be sure but it didn't seem as if anyone else had similar powers to her...\n\nMakoto ended up somewhat close to Phoebe, breathing heavily from both the adrenalin and exertion of the fight.", "username": "Hidden Lilly", "char_name": "Makoto まこと (Gale) Izumi" }, { "text": "Griffin growled. So much for their 'advanced' attack. He needed to inflict more damage. Actually maybe not. He grinned. He silently began building a box out of the light in the room. He started at the floor and quickly worked his way up. He made it as strong as he could. Within minutes Mimic would find himself surrounded, floor to ceiling, by walls made of light.", "username": "KatherinWinter", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Phoebe looked to Makoto when she came over and smiled, \"just warning up\" she said brightly, \"got more up my sleeve, if you need a distraction\" that being said, Phoebe took advantage of the lack of activity, creating vines, stronger, thicker then the other ones, although now, they had what appeared to be large rose thorns on them, even as Mimic made a move towards Griffin\n\nMimic wasn't a fool, he knew what Griffin was doing, and had quickly gotten away from the box, gathering the light to him, and turning it around, as if to trap Griffin in the box instead. He reached out to copy Makoto'z static abilities, and was pleasantly surprised to discover the girl had self healing abilities. He healed\nThe wound expertly on his shoulder, gathering electricty, he let it dance around him, always in control, the Sparks moving quickly and with a crack or pop. \n\nWhen Phoebe saw that, she didn't risk attacking with her vines. There were a few others rings she could do, but that led to risk of her team mates. If she wanted to do it successfully, without effecting the others, she needed to get in close. She bit her lip, \"I need to get in close\" she said softly", "username": "MarshiestMallow", "char_name": "Phoebe" } ]
Makoto watched Mimic toy with her ability. She could do _that_? In time maybe she wouldn't nearly have that kind of control right now. "Uh oh..." Makoto breathed, wishing she could do the same. It occurred to her that maybe she could, Mimic was a teacher after all. She stood tall like he was and held her hands in the same position he did. Breathing carefully she tried to focus her ability, the tingling into the same form he was. In her own area small sparks began to jump form place to place across her body, seemingly having no effect on her. The tingling sensation spread across her body once more. "I don't know how much I can do but maybe I can help." Makoto said, her speech directed at Phoebe. She rushed at Mimic, straight on. He he was as cocky as her classmates had made her out to be his focus would be drawn to eliminating an obvious threat. She held her hands open, obviously going in for a palm strike or two.
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Hidden Lilly
Makoto まこと (Gale) Izumi
Gender: Female Age: 17 PARENTS: Storm mentored her but her birth parents were Kaito and Jessica Izumi Powers: Lightning and electrical currents. She can manipulate intensity of the electrical energy as well as form. She can withstand higher levels of electrical disturbances in her body than other people. She also has the ability of cytokinesis (self healing). Studying a mix of Chinese martial arts; Baguazhang and Iron Palm - Being able to manipulate what voltage of power she releases during a strike (knows how to release it but can't control how much to release) - how to accurately generate electricity by herself - the martial arts styles listed Voltage Reference Bio: Makoto's father was Japanese and her mother was Caucasian/Canadian. They lived happily together in a small home. At the age of 10 her father was diagnosed with cancer. He battled and they tried to get him the best treatment they could. In the end the doctors had caught it too late and he died when Makoto was 12. Makoto's mother did her best to cope and continue to raise Makoto the best she could. The loss of her father took quite a toll on her mother. She began to drink in secret. As time went on and the effectiveness of alcohol wore off, Makoto's mom began to drink more frequently and in greater amounts. Often her mom would go to a local bar and not be home until practically the next morning just in time to go to work. One morning, Makoto awoke to the doorbell ringing. She opened it and to her surprise there was a police officer there. He explained to her that earlier in the evening her mother had gotten into a car crash while still intoxicated and died. In a way Makoto was glad that when her mom crashed, she hadn't hit another car and killed others, but she was still pained by her mother's passing. Makoto was 14. There were not many people left around her since her mother had pushed most of their family friends away and didn't make it easy to build relationships with people at school (not allowed to go out or have people over). Makoto managed alright after that, being in a suspended state of shock. Her world came crashing down one day when it came to the attention of her high school teachers that she was underage and without parents. Child services was notified and Makoto did not take the action lightly. It made everything real, she couldn't just pretend that her mother was still out at a bar somewhere. It was in this moment that 15 year old Makoto manifested her powers, scaring the social worker and company away. She tried to pack up and leave, maybe find somewhere else to go so that they couldn't find her again. Maybe enroll in a night school or something to continue her education. As she bundled up and left, it was spring, she couldn't help but notice that as she walked by people their hair would begin to stand on end. If she loitered people would begin discussing that it's a phenomenon that happens right before a lightning strike, yet no storms were forecasted. It was all too close to the truth for Makoto and she kept moving until she came across a quiet area she could sit and think without hurting anyone. She closed her eyes, trying to calm herself down. "Hello young lady." Makoto looked up. There was a very attractive woman standing in front of her, talking to her. "You seem upset, are you alright?" "I'm fine." This woman made her uncomfortable. Something was wrong… "Are you sure? Why don't you let me buy you a hot chocolate?" The woman persisted. "No thanks, I'm alright." Makoto began to squirm and try to scoot away. "No, you need to come with me." The woman reached out to grab Makoto's wrist, succeeding. "No! Let go!" Makoto yelled, releasing an amplified amount of the static electricity she created into the area and the women. The lady cried out in pain, her skin flipping like scales to reveal many identities and settling on a blue face. Makoto was stunned, as much about the woman as she was about herself. She tried to get up and run but by the time she was able to recover herself, the woman was moving again. The people around had begun to shriek and cry out for help. Not long after other people, mutants clashed in a fray. Makoto seemed to be in the middle of it. Finally she seemed to land under the care of a team of mutants in black and yellow uniforms. "What's going on?" Makoto asked, trying to put pieces together. "Where are you taking me?" "To a safer place than this where you can learn to control your powers." A woman with silver hair said to her. Soon and with little argument from Makoto, they were off. It wasn't long before they arrived at their destination, The Academy. Appearance: Appearance Classes: - Chinease Martial Arts - Power Development - Advanced Anatomy and Physiology - Gym?
[ { "text": "Makoto was forced aside as Mimic deflected her blows. She tumbled a bit, felt dizzy for a moment but was alright and stood up in time to see Mimic be flustered by what must have been Phoebe's successful attack. She squealed in excitement and encouragement. She looked around to her teammates, to see their reaction and if she was right to celebrate. \n\nMakoto noticed Devika to the side with Griffen?Zack? either way, he didn't look so well. \n\n\"I'm first aid certified.\" She offered, but didn't yet make a move to come to their aid. Would Mimic attack them if they went to help their classmate? He had surprised her more than once so she was not sure what to expect from her new teacher.", "username": "Hidden Lilly", "char_name": "Makoto まこと (Gale) Izumi" }, { "text": "Watching the fight with interest Estella marveled at everyone's abilities. This kind of thing wasn't something she expected. It was all new to her, or at least as far as she could remember. She saw Griffin go down and tilted her head curiously. He didn't appear to have taken any injury. \n\nHearing call for a telepath Estella sat up a bit. Glancing around no one else seemed willing, or perhaps able, to provide that service. With a slight hesitation Estella stood up from the bleachers and made her way down. Applying a little focus she could identify more than one mind within Griffin, confused and panicked. Why was slightly harder to tell with just a quick glance. Cautiously she knelt down beside Griffin and concentrated on talking to them. \n\n*Similarly to how they had first met Estella appeared as another personality in Zack/Griffin's head. She would try something more subtle but a 'visible' person might not be as jarring as just a voice. She appeared different than then but thankfully she sounded the same which could be an unknown plus for calming them. Not getting to close in their mental forms she spoke softly. \"Hello?\"*", "username": "twave", "char_name": null }, { "text": "> *Similarly to how they had first met Estella appeared as another personality in Zack/Griffin's head. She would try something more subtle but a 'visible' person might not be as jarring as just a voice. She appeared different than then but thankfully she sounded the same which could be an unknown plus for calming them. Not getting to close in their mental forms she spoke softly. \"Hello?\"*\n\nZack's only thought was let me out. He knew something was wring. He just had no idea what it was. He couldnt help as long as he was trapped. The locked down room had never bothered him before. Griffin took good care of their shared body. He had never had a reason yo be concerned. Now something was wrong and there was no way for him to help. \n\nGriffin had no clear thoughts. His mind was functioning on an animalistic level. He saw the being as a threat. He put himself between the being and the lock down box. He didn't really know what it was or why it was important. He just knew he needed to protect it. He lashed out in anger snarling at the being.", "username": "KatherinWinter", "char_name": null }, { "text": "*Seeing Griffin's reaction she stopped a ways away. The one before her clearly did not want her around. A manifestation of a defense mechanism perhaps. Estella didn't know enough about this person to know. Rather than say anything though she took a seat and closed her eyes. She didn't want to provoke Griffin so she tried to appear as small and non-threatening as possible.*\n\nBack in the physical world Estella placed her hands over Griffin's head. If he were to try and push her out she wanted a strong link to prevent it.", "username": "twave", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Griffin prowled in front of the lock down area. He watched to being that had invaded his space. It seemed familiar but he didn't know why. He had no words. He was more animal then beast at the moment. The part of him that could speak was...he wasn't sure where it was but it wasn't here. He growled at the invader. Something was not right. He knew that much. He was afraid and angry. He blamed the being in his space. He didn't believe that the being wasn't a threat. Everything was a threat. Especially to...someone. Someone who wasn't here. _Where is he?!_ He thought more to himself then the being. He didn't know who he was looking for. But he knew the person was important and in danger.", "username": "KatherinWinter", "char_name": null }, { "text": "*Answering the question but still not moving. \"Zack. He wants out. Your protection is scaring him.\" She picked up on the familiarity that Griffin had. \"Do you know who I am? I don't. All I know is a name.\" With some careful poking and prodding she might be able to get Griffin to start thinking. Reason was the one thing she needed from him.*", "username": "twave", "char_name": null }, { "text": "He rolled the name around in his mind. It was familiar. It felt safe. It felt important. He knew the name but he didn't know how. He didn't want Zack to be scared. It was his job to keep him from being afraid. So where was he? Why was he afraid._Out?_ Griffin thought. Out of where? He was puzzled. He studied the being in front of him. She was familiar. She felt safe. But he didn't trust anything or anyone. Something was wrong. He knew that. He growled in frustration.", "username": "KatherinWinter", "char_name": null }, { "text": "*Seeing some improvement Estella continued. \"My name is Estella.\" Opening her eyes she looked at Griffin but didn't make any sudden movements. \"Zack is inside a box. Is it the one behind you?\"*", "username": "twave", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Griffin frowned at the box behind him. He had been protecting the box but he hadn't know why. He knew the box was important. He sniffed at the box. It smelled of him and another. Zack? Was he inside? Why was he inside? Griffin began ramming the box. He backed up a few steps and ran at the box. Of course this did nothing since the box wasn't real but a creation that he and Zack had made. But his mind wasn't thinking logically. He had slid back to his more animalist nature.", "username": "KatherinWinter", "char_name": null }, { "text": "*It was starting to be more clear. The box was the defense mechanism and Griffin was guarding it. The dual personality was an interesting feature. It kind of felt familiar, like she had experienced something similar herself. Putting that aside she offered assistance. \"Would you like me to help? I can get him out.\"*", "username": "twave", "char_name": null }, { "text": "\"Come on\" Phoebe said to Makoto, \"Mimic's down. He just doesn't know it yet\" She looked to Mimic, then at Grifin, hoping that everything was alright. She flinched when Kalinda seemed to just appear by them. \n\n\"You need more then simple first aid to help them. They are quite unique, both individual while sharing the same body. As soon as they perceived they were in danger, Grifin went into protective mode, and probably shut Zack away. But it seems more violent then most times I've seen it. Mimic shouldn't have done what he did\" Despite her bland expression, there was concern and care in Kalinda's voice. Her eyes watched Estella, and she wondered if there was any progress. She wanted to go help, but didn't want to interrupt the empath. Yet.", "username": "MarshiestMallow", "char_name": "Phoebe" }, { "text": "Griffin blinked at her. He didn't like the idea of her near the box but he didn't know how to open it. He clawed at the box. His anger and confusion making it harder for him to think clearly. He knew that Zack was important. He was...Griffin snarled in frustration. He had almost had something. _I don't remember._ He growled telepathically. He needed...something. Someone usually helped him focused. He prowled in front of the box trying to figure out what was wrong with him.", "username": "KatherinWinter", "char_name": null }, { "text": "**\"Who helps him focus?\"** Estella asked the others nearby with her telepathy. She didn't have enough information to identify who Griffin was referring to.", "username": "twave", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Kalinda blinked, \"It's not who. It's what.\" before she even realised what she was doing, she was walking forwards. \"Griffin doesn't do well with emotions. Zack does better. If Zack's locked down, Griffin will just be a big mess of emotions, because Zack isn't able to shift through them, and deal with them. They're two parts of one whole, even though they are individual. Zack can't deal well with Fighting, so Griffin does that\" She knelt, and her hands, already out of the gloves she confined them all, took theirs. \n\n\"Griffin?\" \n\nThe anger and confusion hit her, but she quickly suppressed that, and started to sooth it away, as if stroking a particularly violent cat into submission. \"It's okay. Everything is okay. The light box is gone. Your safe. Let me help calm you\" She didn't if know if Griffin could hear her. But still she talked. \"You have Zack in Lock down, don't you? But you can't reach him. Take a deep breath, I'm taking the anger and confusion away. remember Zack? All you want to do is protect him. You don't have to do that now, imagine the box coming down, imagine Zack coming out. No one's going to hurt you\" \n\nWas it even working? Kalinda couldn't tell.", "username": "MarshiestMallow", "char_name": "Phoebe" }, { "text": "Griffin frowned at the sound of a voice. It seemed to be coming from inside and out. He knew that voice. \"Who...\" He looked at the box behind him. \"I can't find Zack...he is missing...\" He felt calmer. Not ration yet. But atleadt now he seemed to be able to communicate with those around him. \"I don't like the box.\" He growled. His pace slowed. \"Yes protect. Danger.\" His thoughts were still confused but he was making connections.", "username": "KatherinWinter", "char_name": null }, { "text": "That seemed a better response. Kalinda continued to sooth, to comfort. She gripped his hands and said, \"I know you don't like the box. No box is around. Only the box you've put Zack in. You can find him. Everything's okay. No one's going to hurt you. There is no danger\"", "username": "MarshiestMallow", "char_name": "Phoebe" } ]
Makoto listened to Kalinda and Phoebe. She turned her attention back to Phoebe. "So, shall we attack Mimic one last time?" With what Makoto knew about electricity and the human body, she could try to act as a tazer/defibrillator if needed. She was genuinely concerned for Griffen/Zack. If there was nothing she could do with her first aid training then she would just have to sit quietly and wait to be useful.
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Hidden Lilly
Makoto まこと (Gale) Izumi
Gender: Female Age: 17 PARENTS: Storm mentored her but her birth parents were Kaito and Jessica Izumi Powers: Lightning and electrical currents. She can manipulate intensity of the electrical energy as well as form. She can withstand higher levels of electrical disturbances in her body than other people. She also has the ability of cytokinesis (self healing). Studying a mix of Chinese martial arts; Baguazhang and Iron Palm - Being able to manipulate what voltage of power she releases during a strike (knows how to release it but can't control how much to release) - how to accurately generate electricity by herself - the martial arts styles listed Voltage Reference Bio: Makoto's father was Japanese and her mother was Caucasian/Canadian. They lived happily together in a small home. At the age of 10 her father was diagnosed with cancer. He battled and they tried to get him the best treatment they could. In the end the doctors had caught it too late and he died when Makoto was 12. Makoto's mother did her best to cope and continue to raise Makoto the best she could. The loss of her father took quite a toll on her mother. She began to drink in secret. As time went on and the effectiveness of alcohol wore off, Makoto's mom began to drink more frequently and in greater amounts. Often her mom would go to a local bar and not be home until practically the next morning just in time to go to work. One morning, Makoto awoke to the doorbell ringing. She opened it and to her surprise there was a police officer there. He explained to her that earlier in the evening her mother had gotten into a car crash while still intoxicated and died. In a way Makoto was glad that when her mom crashed, she hadn't hit another car and killed others, but she was still pained by her mother's passing. Makoto was 14. There were not many people left around her since her mother had pushed most of their family friends away and didn't make it easy to build relationships with people at school (not allowed to go out or have people over). Makoto managed alright after that, being in a suspended state of shock. Her world came crashing down one day when it came to the attention of her high school teachers that she was underage and without parents. Child services was notified and Makoto did not take the action lightly. It made everything real, she couldn't just pretend that her mother was still out at a bar somewhere. It was in this moment that 15 year old Makoto manifested her powers, scaring the social worker and company away. She tried to pack up and leave, maybe find somewhere else to go so that they couldn't find her again. Maybe enroll in a night school or something to continue her education. As she bundled up and left, it was spring, she couldn't help but notice that as she walked by people their hair would begin to stand on end. If she loitered people would begin discussing that it's a phenomenon that happens right before a lightning strike, yet no storms were forecasted. It was all too close to the truth for Makoto and she kept moving until she came across a quiet area she could sit and think without hurting anyone. She closed her eyes, trying to calm herself down. "Hello young lady." Makoto looked up. There was a very attractive woman standing in front of her, talking to her. "You seem upset, are you alright?" "I'm fine." This woman made her uncomfortable. Something was wrong… "Are you sure? Why don't you let me buy you a hot chocolate?" The woman persisted. "No thanks, I'm alright." Makoto began to squirm and try to scoot away. "No, you need to come with me." The woman reached out to grab Makoto's wrist, succeeding. "No! Let go!" Makoto yelled, releasing an amplified amount of the static electricity she created into the area and the women. The lady cried out in pain, her skin flipping like scales to reveal many identities and settling on a blue face. Makoto was stunned, as much about the woman as she was about herself. She tried to get up and run but by the time she was able to recover herself, the woman was moving again. The people around had begun to shriek and cry out for help. Not long after other people, mutants clashed in a fray. Makoto seemed to be in the middle of it. Finally she seemed to land under the care of a team of mutants in black and yellow uniforms. "What's going on?" Makoto asked, trying to put pieces together. "Where are you taking me?" "To a safer place than this where you can learn to control your powers." A woman with silver hair said to her. Soon and with little argument from Makoto, they were off. It wasn't long before they arrived at their destination, The Academy. Appearance: Appearance Classes: - Chinease Martial Arts - Power Development - Advanced Anatomy and Physiology - Gym?
[ { "text": "Kalinda cursed when she heard the voice of Arnold, and flinched away in time to not be pushed back. Beyond Griffin and Zack, she didnt much like their third personality, and without much thought, she chased after them. \"Hey! Arnold! what the hell do you think you are doing?\" Why, why, why did he have to return? She didn't know Arnold, and had no idea what to expect. \n\n\"Damn it, Griffin! Zack! I know you can hear me!\" Although she didn't know that, as chances were, if Arnold was in control, then the two were pushed back. Or so she thought from the time she'd interacted with Arnold.", "username": "MarshiestMallow", "char_name": "Phoebe" }, { "text": "> \"Damn it, Griffin! Zack! I know you can hear me!\" Although she didn't know that, as chances were, if Arnold was in control, then the two were pushed back. Or so she thought from the time she'd interacted with Arnold. \n\nArnold dent acknowledged the girl calling after him. He let Griffin tend to Zack. The brothers needed each other right now. He needed no on. E ran as fast as he could on all fours until he remembered that he could fly. He launched them into the air. Unfortunately he didn't have the experience of the other two so h's flight wasn't as smooth or as controlled as theirs would have been. He began searching for a place for them to hide. He dent see alot of promising places.", "username": "KatherinWinter", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Not expecting to be so forcefully pushed from their mind Estella was left slightly dazed before getting pushed away. Putting her hands to her head for a minute she waited until things cleared a bit more. *\"What was that? There is a third person in there?\"* Picking herself up Estella looked around a bit confused. Right, they were in class still. \n\n\"Should we go after him?\" Kagerou asked curiously. Although for once this was directed at Mimic as she really had no idea what was happening. If she needed to spring into action then she would. That is if Mimic could still think clearly after the flower thing.", "username": "twave", "char_name": "Kagerou Rotusu" }, { "text": "Annoyed and frustrated, Kalinda didn't want to go running all over the school and perhaps the city, but Arnold didn't know the school or the surrounding areas, and he didn't seem one to share information, given the fact he looked like a baby bird on its first real flight. With a sigh, she leaped into the air. She stayed far enough away that he couldn't attack her, but close enough that she could try and prevent any injury or harm. \n\n\"It's going to be a long afternoon\" she said to herself. \n\n----\n\nPhoebe watched what happened, and seemed to hesitate, before shaking her head, \"No, that might not be a good idea. We will probably just make it worse\" She said, going over to mimic \"You should be fine in about half an hour. Sorry. But I deliberately chose one that would work for a while. Not knowing how immune you'd be\" she smiled, and shrugged, then turned to Makoto \"Do you want me to finish showing you around?\"", "username": "MarshiestMallow", "char_name": "Phoebe" }, { "text": "\"S-sure...\" Makoto said hesitantly, turning to watch a small group of students leave after Zack/Griffen. \"Will he be alright?\" she asked Phoebe, concerned for the boy's well being and feeling completely helpless to be of any use.", "username": "Hidden Lilly", "char_name": "Makoto まこと (Gale) Izumi" }, { "text": "Arnold was tired. Between the fight, the chaos, and flying they were quickly running out of energy. He hadn't seen any place that could keep them safe. It couldn't be any place too small. Or the boys would panic again. But it was hard to hide in the open. Finally he found a garden. It had some overgrown areas. It wasn't ideal. Especially with the girl so close. But the had no choice. He headed for the densest part.", "username": "KatherinWinter", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Devika had retreated to a seat, putting on her gloves and even a thick scarf around her head. Even though they hadn't been in any sort of control, making contact with Griffin and Zack made her feel scattered. Even from where she was sitting, she had felt the mental war playing out, the subconscious emotions pushing at her defenses like waves breaking a rocky shore.\n\nShe wanted to puke. \"Nngh.\" She shut her eyes, trying to will away the sick feeling. \"I'd kill for some ginger ale. Or a good cup of tea, and a room with no people...\" \n\n--\n\nKijani walked with Connor, her hand in his. Despite her face, which would look composed and calm to most, she was paler than usual, and still faintly sweating. There was a fine tremor in her body that she was pretending she didn't feel. She knew that if she gave into it, she would crumble. She also knew that Connor would sacrifice his whole day to take care of her if it was necessary, and that was not going to happen. Not again, never again, she wouldn't let him ruin himself because she was so weak. Never again.\n\n\"Hey, Connor? Is there anything you ever really, really wanted to do?\"", "username": "Mistress Dizzy", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Nicholas was watching the fight and was quite impressed with the fight,Devika and the others.\"A shame I could not beat the bastard with my own bare hands...\" Nicholas said to himself watching Phoebe closely letting out a soft sigh.Nicholas slowly stood up walking along the bleachers somewhat following her.", "username": "Eviledd1984", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Connor could feel the tremor, barely noticeable, and wondered, but didn't asked her, what was wrong. He knew that Kijani would tell him when she wanted to, but it didn't stop him worrying. It frustrated him certainly, and made him feel useless, but he understood that she kept things to herself. Until they shattered her. So perhaps he should ask what was wrong, but it hurt, even a little, that she didn't feel like she could share it willingly. \n\nHe seemed a little taken aback when she asked if there was anything he ever really wanted to do. He was thoughtful for a moment, but what he had always wanted to do, wasn't something that could be done now, then shook his head, \"No, not really. is there anything you ever really, really wanted to do?\" He turned the question back around to her, \n\n--------\n\nKalinda didn't follow them into the trees, deciding that was a disaster waiting to happen, especially if she got overwhelmed with emotions, which was quite likely, considering. She'd rather not have trees flying everywhere. But she stayed close enough to be able to sense the boys emotions, and know that they were alright. \n\n-----\n\n\"I'm sure he will be. But I think right now, if we follow or try to help, that we will just make it worse\" Phoebe said, starting to head out the classroom, but stopped, looking about. \"Nicholas? You've been following me a lot today. Did you want to talk?\"", "username": "MarshiestMallow", "char_name": "Phoebe" }, { "text": "\"Yes I was wondering if you could help me with something conserning my powers\" Nicholas said jumping down form the bleachers and walked beside Pheobe.He mostly wanted to speak to her privately but also to work on his powers.", "username": "Eviledd1984", "char_name": null }, { "text": "\"Sure\" Phoebe said, looking about for Katherin, she said \"Katherin? Can you finish showing Makoto around?\" She smiled, looking back to Nicholas, \"Did you want to go outside if its about your powers? \"", "username": "MarshiestMallow", "char_name": "Phoebe" }, { "text": "\"Yes please I think that would be....good...\" Nicholas said walking outside with her makin their way far enough form the school that they would not destroy the school,\"Well I wanted to...well try to hone my powers so I can match Mimic...and I wanted to speak to you about us...\" Nicholas said looking over to her.", "username": "Eviledd1984", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Phoebe gave Makoto a smile saying to her, \"Katherin will look after you\", and followed Nicholas. figuring that she should make an effort with Nicholas.\"Well, if you want to hone your powers, it's going to be about practice, practice, practice. I also studied a lot about plants and their different properties, enabling me to manipulate them for things like what I did with mimic just then. And what do you want to talk about, regarding us?\" She said, somewhat puzzled.", "username": "MarshiestMallow", "char_name": "Phoebe" }, { "text": "Kijani smiled mildly, thinking about that. \"I want a vacation. Like, a real vacation, where I could do anything I wanted, and no one be looking, or talking about me behind my back, or really even notice that I was different. I want a vacation from... well, me.\"", "username": "Mistress Dizzy", "char_name": "Kijani Ryane" }, { "text": "Katherin looed up a the sound of her name. She had been lost in thought. Alot of drama had been happening. \"Sure I would love to show you around Makoto. Some tome outside in the cold air might clear my head.\"", "username": "KatherinWinter", "char_name": "Katherin Winter" }, { "text": "Connor pondered that a moment. \"Well, you can never run from yourself, so...a vacation from those who want to use you, or hurt you\" Maybe he could do that for her, one day. He sighed after a moment, and said \"I want to be...normal. Or at least not have people say, \"Oh, you're Tony Stark's son?\" and know that they think that's all that there is to me\" He shrugged.", "username": "MarshiestMallow", "char_name": "Phoebe" }, { "text": "\"Well I know I have been practicing a little by myself but I want to test what I learnt and perhaps work on my weak points...\" Nicholas said feeling a sense of nervousness in his body of what he will be saying to her next,\"I wanted to speak about us as a family and I...guess try to re-connect and be a family\" Nicholas finally spoke out looking down at the ground now.", "username": "Eviledd1984", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Kijani nodded a bit. \"I understand. I got that a lot, when I was growing up at my parents' house. They were both famous, masters in their respective fields. Half the time, when I got dragged to things with them, the people I spoke to didn't even know they had a daughter.\" There was an icy bitterness in her voice, but beneath that she was clearly hurt. \n\n\"You, though... you'll make your own name. One day, you'll be one of the greats, and when people say your name, they'll be talking about what you've accomplished, what you've made, and how you've made the world better. Your father will be on the back page of your story, not the whole story.\"", "username": "Mistress Dizzy", "char_name": "Kijani Ryane" } ]
"Alright then." Makoto said, turning towards the young female. "Are you alright?" She asked tentatively. What went down in that class was not anything she had ever experienced before and from other's reactions, it was new to them as well.
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Hidden Lilly
Makoto まこと (Gale) Izumi
Gender: Female Age: 17 PARENTS: Storm mentored her but her birth parents were Kaito and Jessica Izumi Powers: Lightning and electrical currents. She can manipulate intensity of the electrical energy as well as form. She can withstand higher levels of electrical disturbances in her body than other people. She also has the ability of cytokinesis (self healing). Studying a mix of Chinese martial arts; Baguazhang and Iron Palm - Being able to manipulate what voltage of power she releases during a strike (knows how to release it but can't control how much to release) - how to accurately generate electricity by herself - the martial arts styles listed Voltage Reference Bio: Makoto's father was Japanese and her mother was Caucasian/Canadian. They lived happily together in a small home. At the age of 10 her father was diagnosed with cancer. He battled and they tried to get him the best treatment they could. In the end the doctors had caught it too late and he died when Makoto was 12. Makoto's mother did her best to cope and continue to raise Makoto the best she could. The loss of her father took quite a toll on her mother. She began to drink in secret. As time went on and the effectiveness of alcohol wore off, Makoto's mom began to drink more frequently and in greater amounts. Often her mom would go to a local bar and not be home until practically the next morning just in time to go to work. One morning, Makoto awoke to the doorbell ringing. She opened it and to her surprise there was a police officer there. He explained to her that earlier in the evening her mother had gotten into a car crash while still intoxicated and died. In a way Makoto was glad that when her mom crashed, she hadn't hit another car and killed others, but she was still pained by her mother's passing. Makoto was 14. There were not many people left around her since her mother had pushed most of their family friends away and didn't make it easy to build relationships with people at school (not allowed to go out or have people over). Makoto managed alright after that, being in a suspended state of shock. Her world came crashing down one day when it came to the attention of her high school teachers that she was underage and without parents. Child services was notified and Makoto did not take the action lightly. It made everything real, she couldn't just pretend that her mother was still out at a bar somewhere. It was in this moment that 15 year old Makoto manifested her powers, scaring the social worker and company away. She tried to pack up and leave, maybe find somewhere else to go so that they couldn't find her again. Maybe enroll in a night school or something to continue her education. As she bundled up and left, it was spring, she couldn't help but notice that as she walked by people their hair would begin to stand on end. If she loitered people would begin discussing that it's a phenomenon that happens right before a lightning strike, yet no storms were forecasted. It was all too close to the truth for Makoto and she kept moving until she came across a quiet area she could sit and think without hurting anyone. She closed her eyes, trying to calm herself down. "Hello young lady." Makoto looked up. There was a very attractive woman standing in front of her, talking to her. "You seem upset, are you alright?" "I'm fine." This woman made her uncomfortable. Something was wrong… "Are you sure? Why don't you let me buy you a hot chocolate?" The woman persisted. "No thanks, I'm alright." Makoto began to squirm and try to scoot away. "No, you need to come with me." The woman reached out to grab Makoto's wrist, succeeding. "No! Let go!" Makoto yelled, releasing an amplified amount of the static electricity she created into the area and the women. The lady cried out in pain, her skin flipping like scales to reveal many identities and settling on a blue face. Makoto was stunned, as much about the woman as she was about herself. She tried to get up and run but by the time she was able to recover herself, the woman was moving again. The people around had begun to shriek and cry out for help. Not long after other people, mutants clashed in a fray. Makoto seemed to be in the middle of it. Finally she seemed to land under the care of a team of mutants in black and yellow uniforms. "What's going on?" Makoto asked, trying to put pieces together. "Where are you taking me?" "To a safer place than this where you can learn to control your powers." A woman with silver hair said to her. Soon and with little argument from Makoto, they were off. It wasn't long before they arrived at their destination, The Academy. Appearance: Appearance Classes: - Chinease Martial Arts - Power Development - Advanced Anatomy and Physiology - Gym?
[ { "text": "Makoto nodded in mild understanding of Katherin's explination. There are many reasons why someone would feel off for a while, and she understood wanting to not get into it. As much as she cared for others, she was still shielding/protecting her own pain. \n\n\"Phoebe showed me the pools, the gym, the dorms,\" she held out her pass key for the dorms with her room number engraved on it. \"the library, the cafeteria and we took a lap around the school.\" Makoto put her key back in her pocket. \"To be honest I would like to find a safe place to be quiet and practice as well as sign up for the electives... and maybe a nap.\"\n\nMakoto was tired, it had been one hell of a day already. Scuffling with social services, facing the reality that her parents are gone, her powers emerging, running away, encountering Mystique and the X-Men, being dropped off here, and attending a class where they are supposed to beat up their teacher. She was exhausted and though her mind had been distracted from the events earlier in her day, she was finally beginning to feel just how exhausted she was.", "username": "Hidden Lilly", "char_name": "Makoto まこと (Gale) Izumi" }, { "text": "\"Sounds like Phoebe covered most of it. Safe places to train reskky depend in your ability. I practice outside mostly. But only while the weathed is cold. When it warms up I'll move indoors.\" Katherin explained. \"Safe places include the classroom where we have power development. There's also a large second gym designed to withstand almost anything. You can sign up for electives at the office. There's a few computers set up just for that. As for a safe place to name. Its hard to dsay with all the choas. But the dorms are usually quiet.\"", "username": "KatherinWinter", "char_name": "Katherin Winter" }, { "text": "Nicolas nodded to her making a small mental notes in his head feeling the vine slowly wrapping around his body,So of course he reacted by let his vines go and jumping to a spot a bit away form where Phoebe was.", "username": "Eviledd1984", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Phoebe removed her vines, and now she watched Nicholas, for any sign of attack. \"You're doing well. You mostly need practice. Developing those instincts and with someone like mimic, you have the upper vantage with your powers. Yes, he can take the knowledge of how to use them, but if you can anticipate what he's going to do, you can counter attack\" she smiled, standing up straight", "username": "MarshiestMallow", "char_name": "Phoebe" }, { "text": "Nicholas nodded and tried to surprise her with a few vines coming out of the ground wrapping around her legs trying to quickly wrap around her arms,A small flower came out of the vine near her neck to try to get he to to a checkmate that he won.", "username": "Eviledd1984", "char_name": null }, { "text": "\"I can name a place. The roof of the school. No one goes up there besides me. The dorms are crazy loud if you have a roommate. Unless your roommate is like me.\" Flood told her with a smile. \"Electives are next, I suggest you take Weapons 101. It has a pretty easy going teacher and it gives you a good amount of experience with firearms and melee weapons.\"", "username": "Flood", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Phoebe allowed the vines to climb about her, just for a moment, before her own vines pushed them away enough for her to move out. The tree burst out of the ground beside her, and she climbed it quickly, a vine curling around the branch she was on, just as she leaped towards nicholas, holding the vine.", "username": "MarshiestMallow", "char_name": "Phoebe" }, { "text": "Nicholas summoned a giant flower form the ground to shallow him up and borrow back into the ground,where he went with inside of the giant flower moving under ground a few feet away form her waiting for her to land on the ground.", "username": "Eviledd1984", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Penny laughed, and she swung back to the tree, launching up into the trees branches. She could tell where nicholas was, but didn't do anything, deliberating jumping down to land on the ground", "username": "MarshiestMallow", "char_name": "Phoebe" }, { "text": "Nicholas didn't come up form the ground instead he let a small flower appear form the ground shooting a paralyze dart at her knowing it would be blocked it would be a good chance for him to counter.", "username": "Eviledd1984", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Phoebe frowned slightly, wondering why Nicholas would do such a pointless attack. She stepped back, watching the area around her, for any sign of attack. She shot roots from the tree down into the ground, towards Nicholas", "username": "MarshiestMallow", "char_name": "Phoebe" }, { "text": "Nicholas moved out of the way slowly waiting for a moment letting a long silence past by,He wait for a few moments before making his move sending a giant venus flytrap to appear to entrap her in the flower but kept still in the ground.He hoped this would be enough to trap her but she was strong so he would have to do more,He did exactly this while she was the giant flower vines wrapped around her body and neck to hold her down.", "username": "Eviledd1984", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Makoto listened to the two's input. \n\n\"I guess the roof and the classroom are my best bet.\" She assumed that the two, having been in class, saw her small display of electricity. \"The weapons course sounds like fun but I think i'd be better off in a martial arts class. The style I used today seemed to work alright.\" she paused thinking of the future she had wanted for herself before her life fell apart and was put back together in a very surreal way. \"For the other elective I was thinking of something in the health sciences that has to do with anatomy. Do you know of any like that?\"\n\nMakoto felt her heart and mind begin to fill with a bit of hope, just enough to dream of the future again. Maybe she will still be able to become a doctor. Maybe she can still help people, maybe more so now with the strengths she has.\n\n\"You guys are all so kind, thanks for helping me out.\" she said, reflecting on the day she has had.", "username": "Hidden Lilly", "char_name": "Makoto まこと (Gale) Izumi" }, { "text": "\"Electives come in just about ever topic you can think of. There aren't very many limitations. I am taking a class on alternate identities and a psychology class.\" Katherin volunteered. \"I think it is a good idea to have your ordinary life as planned out as your supernatural life. It could b the difference between success and failure. It's a good thing that you have some sort of idea of what you want to be. Many are still trying to find their places. Or not thinking about anything outside of fighting or committing crimes.\"", "username": "KatherinWinter", "char_name": "Katherin Winter" }, { "text": "Phoebe moved quickly, and around her, the chlorofiend formed, immediately attacking the Venus fly trap, enabling her to stay out of the vines reaches. This was starting to get a little like a game of chasey. But at least it was getting nicholas to use more then vines, getting him to think about different attacks.", "username": "MarshiestMallow", "char_name": "Phoebe" }, { "text": "While she was still in the venus fly trap to release some knock out gas to try to knock her out for a few moments and insure his victory,Even though he could not get her with the vines he was sure the gas would knock her out.", "username": "Eviledd1984", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Never forget, Phoebe thought, that he had more then their mother's powers. But as her Chlorofiend broke through, Phoebe leaped out, using vines to swing up to the chlorofiends shoulders, or roughly where they should be. She shook her head, and cleared her throat. The fresh air helped, but that had been too close. Different to her powers, she didn't have complete immunity over that. Silly, to forget that.", "username": "MarshiestMallow", "char_name": "Phoebe" }, { "text": "Nicholas had been under ground most of the time and wanted that way for now until he could checkmate her,Their was one way but he was worried that it would make Phoebe hate him.He decided to make his move anyway while she was still out of it by emerging form the ground in a large plant connect to a thick vine with him inside of the middle,\"I hope this works...\" He thought to himself more vines wrapping around her body,legs and arms while one of the flowers form he one once again popped out hitting her with a many knock out dart.", "username": "Eviledd1984", "char_name": null }, { "text": "\"That is encouraging.\" Makoto sighed, more from being tired than anything else. \"Do you both want to come with me to sign up for electives? We can hang out after if you would like.\" She didn't want to be alone right now and she also figured that she could use as many friends as she could get. From her encounters at lunch, she was also intrigued by Flood and his... well, the way he was. Katherin seemed to be nice too. She had a short conversation with her at lunch as well. They didn't seem like bad people and she would like to get to know them more, even if she was tired. End the day on a positive note and all that instead of a lonely one. For now, Makoto knew she had Storm and Phoebe on her side, but was open to having more friends.", "username": "Hidden Lilly", "char_name": "Makoto まこと (Gale) Izumi" }, { "text": "The chlorofiend defended Phoebe, preventing most of the vines from grabbing her, as well as the flower. \n\n\"good plant monster\" she murmured, and shook her head once more as if clearing it. \n\n\"I think we are just going to go around and around in circles\" she said, \"You've been doing good\"", "username": "MarshiestMallow", "char_name": "Phoebe" }, { "text": "\"That sounds that a good plan to me.\" Katherin agreed. She always liked meeting new people Makoto seemed sort of lonely. With Phoebo spending time with Nickolas she had time on her hands. She was happy for her friend. Phoebe was lucky. She seemed to be finding family left and right. But it made Katherin feel abit left out. She had no siblings. Her father refused to talk about her mother. And her father was miles from the school. All and all Katherin was feeling abit lost right now. A new friend might be just the thing she needed.", "username": "KatherinWinter", "char_name": "Katherin Winter" }, { "text": "Flood smiled. \"I'm down. I really think you should consider weapons though. Imagine the destructive potential of channeling lightning through your weapons. It would be quite useful.\" Flood pushed a little for Weapons 101. \"My dad is the teacher.\"", "username": "Flood", "char_name": null } ]
Makoto smiled at the two. "Weaponds does sound cool but it's not where I want to start. With the way the world is now, it would be a good class to take." she admitted. "Who is your dad Flood?" Makoto honestly didn't know. She felt like she should though, there was something about the quirky-ness. Makoto followed the two as they began to move towards the main office. They continued to chat along the way.
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Makoto まこと (Gale) Izumi
Gender: Female Age: 17 PARENTS: Storm mentored her but her birth parents were Kaito and Jessica Izumi Powers: Lightning and electrical currents. She can manipulate intensity of the electrical energy as well as form. She can withstand higher levels of electrical disturbances in her body than other people. She also has the ability of cytokinesis (self healing). Studying a mix of Chinese martial arts; Baguazhang and Iron Palm - Being able to manipulate what voltage of power she releases during a strike (knows how to release it but can't control how much to release) - how to accurately generate electricity by herself - the martial arts styles listed Voltage Reference Bio: Makoto's father was Japanese and her mother was Caucasian/Canadian. They lived happily together in a small home. At the age of 10 her father was diagnosed with cancer. He battled and they tried to get him the best treatment they could. In the end the doctors had caught it too late and he died when Makoto was 12. Makoto's mother did her best to cope and continue to raise Makoto the best she could. The loss of her father took quite a toll on her mother. She began to drink in secret. As time went on and the effectiveness of alcohol wore off, Makoto's mom began to drink more frequently and in greater amounts. Often her mom would go to a local bar and not be home until practically the next morning just in time to go to work. One morning, Makoto awoke to the doorbell ringing. She opened it and to her surprise there was a police officer there. He explained to her that earlier in the evening her mother had gotten into a car crash while still intoxicated and died. In a way Makoto was glad that when her mom crashed, she hadn't hit another car and killed others, but she was still pained by her mother's passing. Makoto was 14. There were not many people left around her since her mother had pushed most of their family friends away and didn't make it easy to build relationships with people at school (not allowed to go out or have people over). Makoto managed alright after that, being in a suspended state of shock. Her world came crashing down one day when it came to the attention of her high school teachers that she was underage and without parents. Child services was notified and Makoto did not take the action lightly. It made everything real, she couldn't just pretend that her mother was still out at a bar somewhere. It was in this moment that 15 year old Makoto manifested her powers, scaring the social worker and company away. She tried to pack up and leave, maybe find somewhere else to go so that they couldn't find her again. Maybe enroll in a night school or something to continue her education. As she bundled up and left, it was spring, she couldn't help but notice that as she walked by people their hair would begin to stand on end. If she loitered people would begin discussing that it's a phenomenon that happens right before a lightning strike, yet no storms were forecasted. It was all too close to the truth for Makoto and she kept moving until she came across a quiet area she could sit and think without hurting anyone. She closed her eyes, trying to calm herself down. "Hello young lady." Makoto looked up. There was a very attractive woman standing in front of her, talking to her. "You seem upset, are you alright?" "I'm fine." This woman made her uncomfortable. Something was wrong… "Are you sure? Why don't you let me buy you a hot chocolate?" The woman persisted. "No thanks, I'm alright." Makoto began to squirm and try to scoot away. "No, you need to come with me." The woman reached out to grab Makoto's wrist, succeeding. "No! Let go!" Makoto yelled, releasing an amplified amount of the static electricity she created into the area and the women. The lady cried out in pain, her skin flipping like scales to reveal many identities and settling on a blue face. Makoto was stunned, as much about the woman as she was about herself. She tried to get up and run but by the time she was able to recover herself, the woman was moving again. The people around had begun to shriek and cry out for help. Not long after other people, mutants clashed in a fray. Makoto seemed to be in the middle of it. Finally she seemed to land under the care of a team of mutants in black and yellow uniforms. "What's going on?" Makoto asked, trying to put pieces together. "Where are you taking me?" "To a safer place than this where you can learn to control your powers." A woman with silver hair said to her. Soon and with little argument from Makoto, they were off. It wasn't long before they arrived at their destination, The Academy. Appearance: Appearance Classes: - Chinease Martial Arts - Power Development - Advanced Anatomy and Physiology - Gym?
[ { "text": "\"And what are my weak points so I can work on them?\" Nicholas asked setting the flower down on the ground letting it disappear in the ground,He wanted to be taught not told what he did right so he could better himself in combat and beat Mimic.", "username": "Eviledd1984", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Phoebe thought for a moment or two. \"well. You tend to rely too much on the vines too much. I do the same, but mostly, I use them for stabalising. There's so many forms of plant life...and so many ways of using them. You need to work more on surprise I guess.\"", "username": "MarshiestMallow", "char_name": "Phoebe" }, { "text": "\"Mhm thank you...i was trying something to surprise you but it seems they were not very good surprises...Anything else i will need to work on?\" Nicholas said picking up a beautiful flower and placing it in the lapel of his coat.", "username": "Eviledd1984", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Phoebe frowned slightly \"it's harder to surprise me, because I can sense what you are doing. And at the moment, I can work and counter attack faster, because I've had more experience.\" she said, \"we should ask someone else if they wouldn't mind training with you. I can teach you stuff, but with the fighting, it's harder because we can or should be able to sense each other's attacks. Maybe Flood will help you out. He always likes a fight, and God knows his backpack carries everything under the sun in it\" she laughed", "username": "MarshiestMallow", "char_name": "Phoebe" }, { "text": "\"Right...perhaps I would have to find him...god knows where he is and what trouble he is getting into...\" Nicholas said before looking over at her,\"Thank you...sister..i greatly appreciate it...\" Nicholas said to Phoebe.", "username": "Eviledd1984", "char_name": null }, { "text": "\" Wade Wilson, aka Deadpool. He's a pretty cool guy. I tried to kill him a lot when I met him first. He abandoned me as a child and stuff you know? After that I got picked up by S.H.I.E.L.D. and eventually dumped here. I met with him here and after various stabbing sessions and I cut his head off once, after that we came to an understanding.\" Flood explained with a tinge of hurt in his voice before it quickly became happy again. \" And here we are at the office.\"", "username": "Flood", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Though Flood seemed to feel very normal emotions as he talked about his back story, Makoto was surprised at his conflict resolution.\n\n\"Well, i'm glad no-one died in the end.\" She said, not entirely sure how to process what she had just been told. \n\nMakoto walked into the office and spoke with the kind lady at the front desk. She was then directed around the corner to choose her classes at a computer set up there. Makoto was glad to find a book of the electives waiting by the computer. She pretty much knew what she wanted to take, it was a matter of finding the right classes and course codes. It wasn't long before Makoto found them and with a little help on navigating the school system she had successfully signed up for a martial arts class and an advanced anatomy and physiology class. The basic one looked too easy for her. With effort Makoto rose from the chair and rejoined her classmates.\n\n\"Well, at least that's one less thing to do later.\" She said, smiling and looking forward to getting to know them. \"What do you guys want to do?\"", "username": "Hidden Lilly", "char_name": "Makoto まこと (Gale) Izumi" }, { "text": "With everything apparently over for the day Kagerou sought out the principle. That was not a difficult venture being able to identify people by their life force. Approaching his office she knocked lightly. It wouldn't be a stretch to say that Bruce knew she was coming. He had his own methods of keeping track of people.", "username": "twave", "char_name": "Kagerou Rotusu" }, { "text": "Phoebe smiled, and said \"I'm happy to help anytime, Nicholas. You just have to ask. Should we go get something to eat?\" she asked easily.\n\nBruce was well aware that Kagerou was approaching, and when she knocked on the door, he opened it. In way of invite, Bruce stepped back from the door, back towards his desk. It might seem quite normal, but Bruce always thought that the desk gave a sense of power. Not that he needed that, of course.", "username": "MarshiestMallow", "char_name": "Phoebe" }, { "text": "As suspected Kagerou stepped right in without reacting like many of the uninitiated would. Sure that no one was around to listen she took a seat and dropped her student act. \"Hello again Bruce. It's been a while hasn't it?\" She smiled softly. Not the confused girl she played around the others it would be nice to just be herself. Though sometimes that could be hard to pin down even for her just because she has \"been\" so many people. Being casual she relaxed in her seat. \"I understand that something happened just before I arrived. Is that what has everyone on edge?\"", "username": "twave", "char_name": "Kagerou Rotusu" }, { "text": "\"There isn't a lot we can do this time of day. I would say ice skating nu its almost dark.\" Katherin explained. \"We could have s good old fashion dnow ball fight. I promise not to cheat, much.\" She laughed. No one ever wanted to take her in a snowball challenge. Not that she blamed them. No matter how fair she tried to be her powers always got away from her.", "username": "KatherinWinter", "char_name": "Katherin Winter" }, { "text": "Bruce, rather then sit behind his desk, leaned against it. There were some situations where the desk was just a hinderance. Keeping an easy, casual atmosphere with Kagerou was simplier, given her background and who she was. When she asked about the attack, Bruce's expression grew serious. Well, more serious then it usually was. Only with a select few did Bruce ever truly relax, reveal more then simple emotions. \n\n\"Magneto planned to have the teachers, and staff, including myself, out of the school. The security is excellent here, and I should have been warned of any attempts to get through. I wasn't. Magneto attacked the school, taking a handful of students who were retrived or returned. Some students had began to rally together, in a clear attempt to track Magneto and retrive their fellow classmates. So, we must be doing something right here at least. Have you heard anything suspicious through out today?\"", "username": "MarshiestMallow", "char_name": "Phoebe" }, { "text": "\"Sure how about we head to the cafe?\" Nicholas spoke now feeling a some what tired look inside of him,He didn't feel tired then he must be exhausted and would need food right away.", "username": "Eviledd1984", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Listeing intently she mulled over what Bruce said. Magneto was one of the old big bads. If he's come back to stir up trouble with the students it was no wonder everyone was so wary. That man's fixation with world dominance was such a childish thing to her. Most things could probably be categorized as such for her though.\n\nSighing softly she brushed a stray hair out of her face. Responding to the question with a shake of her head she spoke the obvious. \"So it's likely at least one of them sympathize at some level. Do you want me to be your eyes and ears for a while?\" She kind of hoped not. Being a student meant holding back. Or did it? She could figure something out. It had been a while since she'd had a chance to bond with people that appeared her age.", "username": "twave", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Bruce glanced to his screen, the images of those students he was aware had been on the plane were portrayed, and said \"it's very likely one or two of them did sympathies with Magneto and have began to work with him\" he looked back to Kagerou and said \"I believe you would be alright in either position. Which do you think would be best?\"\n\nPhoebe nkdded, started towards the care, dismissing the chlorofiend but leaving the tree where it was. There could always be more trees in the world. She looked over to Nicholas and said \"you should have in your pockets some energy bars, or small lollies which can prevent total exhaustion\"", "username": "MarshiestMallow", "char_name": "Phoebe" }, { "text": "\"I'm not someone to have such things in my pocket...\" Nicholas said rather solemnly looking over at her with his blank dull stare,He should say something other then being sarcastic he wanted to make a good impression to her.\"So...what is up?\" He said rather slowly feeling a little awkward talking to her and felt embarrassed feeling like everyone was watching him and making fun of him.", "username": "Eviledd1984", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Having only just arrived at the Academy, Makoto had her fall jacket and that was it. She was very aware that she would have to track down a winter jacket to wear in this weather. She thought, with mild irony, that since it's snowing here like in winter there would naturally be more static electricity around. Dryer conditions = more static to play with. \n\n\"I would love to go outside and build a snowman with you guys, but I don't have any clothing that suits the weather.\" Makoto tried to think of something else they could do. She didn't know enough about where the campus' recreational stuff was. \"Does anyone own multiplier video games? A deck of cards? Or maybe a movie?\" She suggested.", "username": "Hidden Lilly", "char_name": "Makoto まこと (Gale) Izumi" }, { "text": "\"Oh, I know a perfect spot if you wanted to play games.\" Flood ran down the hallway and opened up a seemingly random door. He looked inside and shook his head. He closed the door back up and put a black piece of tape on it. \"I've basically taken over this one classroom in the school and turned it into a hideout of sorts. I just can't remember which one it is.\" He opened the door across from the other door and smiled. He pulled out some purple tape and put it on this door. \"Found it!\" When they walked in they would see a mattress on the floor, a tv mounted to the wall, various different gaming consoles, and a couple of fancy armchairs. There was also a pinball machine with the price tag on it. There was only one picture of Flood, and it was just the class photo from last year. He had circled himself many times and crossed out almost everyone else's face.", "username": "Flood", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Taking a moment to give it some thought Kagerou rolled her shoulders a bit. How should this be approached. There was quite a bit that she could teach everyone. Hell she had taught some of the teachers a thing or two. \"I think I'll stick with student for a while. If nothing else I can teach them that not everything is as it appears.\"", "username": "twave", "char_name": "Kagerou Rotusu" } ]
Makoto peered in from the doorway. He invited her in and it looked so cool but that picture... It made her a bit concerned. Tentatively she took a few steps in, following her blonde classmate. "This place is really cool Flood..." Makoto commented, gazing at the uniqueness of the room. All the bits that meant something to Flood and that he used. She looked over her shoulder for Katherin, she would have a better read of the situation than her.
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Hidden Lilly
Makoto まこと (Gale) Izumi
Gender: Female Age: 17 PARENTS: Storm mentored her but her birth parents were Kaito and Jessica Izumi Powers: Lightning and electrical currents. She can manipulate intensity of the electrical energy as well as form. She can withstand higher levels of electrical disturbances in her body than other people. She also has the ability of cytokinesis (self healing). Studying a mix of Chinese martial arts; Baguazhang and Iron Palm - Being able to manipulate what voltage of power she releases during a strike (knows how to release it but can't control how much to release) - how to accurately generate electricity by herself - the martial arts styles listed Voltage Reference Bio: Makoto's father was Japanese and her mother was Caucasian/Canadian. They lived happily together in a small home. At the age of 10 her father was diagnosed with cancer. He battled and they tried to get him the best treatment they could. In the end the doctors had caught it too late and he died when Makoto was 12. Makoto's mother did her best to cope and continue to raise Makoto the best she could. The loss of her father took quite a toll on her mother. She began to drink in secret. As time went on and the effectiveness of alcohol wore off, Makoto's mom began to drink more frequently and in greater amounts. Often her mom would go to a local bar and not be home until practically the next morning just in time to go to work. One morning, Makoto awoke to the doorbell ringing. She opened it and to her surprise there was a police officer there. He explained to her that earlier in the evening her mother had gotten into a car crash while still intoxicated and died. In a way Makoto was glad that when her mom crashed, she hadn't hit another car and killed others, but she was still pained by her mother's passing. Makoto was 14. There were not many people left around her since her mother had pushed most of their family friends away and didn't make it easy to build relationships with people at school (not allowed to go out or have people over). Makoto managed alright after that, being in a suspended state of shock. Her world came crashing down one day when it came to the attention of her high school teachers that she was underage and without parents. Child services was notified and Makoto did not take the action lightly. It made everything real, she couldn't just pretend that her mother was still out at a bar somewhere. It was in this moment that 15 year old Makoto manifested her powers, scaring the social worker and company away. She tried to pack up and leave, maybe find somewhere else to go so that they couldn't find her again. Maybe enroll in a night school or something to continue her education. As she bundled up and left, it was spring, she couldn't help but notice that as she walked by people their hair would begin to stand on end. If she loitered people would begin discussing that it's a phenomenon that happens right before a lightning strike, yet no storms were forecasted. It was all too close to the truth for Makoto and she kept moving until she came across a quiet area she could sit and think without hurting anyone. She closed her eyes, trying to calm herself down. "Hello young lady." Makoto looked up. There was a very attractive woman standing in front of her, talking to her. "You seem upset, are you alright?" "I'm fine." This woman made her uncomfortable. Something was wrong… "Are you sure? Why don't you let me buy you a hot chocolate?" The woman persisted. "No thanks, I'm alright." Makoto began to squirm and try to scoot away. "No, you need to come with me." The woman reached out to grab Makoto's wrist, succeeding. "No! Let go!" Makoto yelled, releasing an amplified amount of the static electricity she created into the area and the women. The lady cried out in pain, her skin flipping like scales to reveal many identities and settling on a blue face. Makoto was stunned, as much about the woman as she was about herself. She tried to get up and run but by the time she was able to recover herself, the woman was moving again. The people around had begun to shriek and cry out for help. Not long after other people, mutants clashed in a fray. Makoto seemed to be in the middle of it. Finally she seemed to land under the care of a team of mutants in black and yellow uniforms. "What's going on?" Makoto asked, trying to put pieces together. "Where are you taking me?" "To a safer place than this where you can learn to control your powers." A woman with silver hair said to her. Soon and with little argument from Makoto, they were off. It wasn't long before they arrived at their destination, The Academy. Appearance: Appearance Classes: - Chinease Martial Arts - Power Development - Advanced Anatomy and Physiology - Gym?
[ { "text": "Connor went for chocolate as well, qnd content, but still worried, he sipped at it. As kijani asked if he wanted to go out, he nodded, a slow,almos charming crossed his facce, \"I would like that\" he said\n\nphoebe didn't even hesitate. She was just such a kind and caring person, that it was simple reaction, she hugged Nicholas. \"Sometimes things just suck. Do you want to tell me what happened?\" She asked with concern", "username": "MarshiestMallow", "char_name": "Phoebe" }, { "text": "Makoto made a face expressing concern and fear when Flood spoke about all the chemicals and the effect it had on his body. Her body would not regenerate, she figured she would have to be careful what she touched. Flood seemed to have done a good job cleaning everything up. \n\n\"PS4, I havn't played on that console before.\" ~or any other console really, for that matter~ Makoto thought to herself. Her life before didn't exactly allow for such luxuries. The money always seemed to go towards the bills, her dad's health and soon after her mom's drinking. It pained her to think of home, even if it was broken in the end. Her face fell, slowly. Her heart ached and she just wanted to cry. Not was not the time though. Makoto's eyes glazed over and she tried to blink it away before anyone noticed.\n\n\"What kind of games do you have Flood?\" Makoto prompted, trying to draw the groups attention to something else, just in case they did notice.", "username": "Hidden Lilly", "char_name": "Makoto まこと (Gale) Izumi" }, { "text": "\"Whatever I can get my hands on really. Which is surprisingly a lot of stuff.\" He picked up his mattress and revealed that the back was cut open. He ripped it open to reveal various different games, guns, small amounts of cash, and an ornate Katana.", "username": "Flood", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Nicholas was surprised form this because he had never felt such love and embrace before,Other then form his mother no one in his life had ever shown him any sign of love and affection.\"Mhm...well...i asked someone out...but she said i was much to young for her...\" He said rubbing his face in her shoulders,He was holding back tears finally moving away form here so that other people would not see him so vulnerable.\"But it's fine...i am doing...okay..\" He said fixing his clothes.", "username": "Eviledd1984", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Makoto watched Flood mildly amazed at how he always seemed to be prepared. It seems as though with this new lifestyle, one would have to be. She did also understand that even among the students, Flood was considered something else. \n\n\"How about this one? They look cute.\" Makoto said, picking up a copy of Little Big Planet 3. It said PS4 in the corner so she assumed it was for the right console.", "username": "Hidden Lilly", "char_name": "Makoto まこと (Gale) Izumi" }, { "text": "\"Sure, that's multiplayer.\" He grabbed the box and inserted the disk into the console. He started up the game and grabbed three controllers. \"Let's play.\" After a couple of hours he looked at the time. \"You guys are probably going to want to go to your rooms or something. You can stay if you want, it's just late and stuff. I know you guys are going to need sleep.\" He suggested as he looked at them both.", "username": "Flood", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Phoebe was thoughtful for a few moments. She watched Nicholas, then said softly \"then maybe she was afraid that you would grow tired on her. That you would change your mind.\" She said, \"Reassure her. See what happens. If you don't, it will probably haunt you the rest of your life\" She said", "username": "MarshiestMallow", "char_name": "Phoebe" }, { "text": "\"Well form what she told me she was not into me because of the age difference,I did talk to her to reconsider but she would not budge....so I have up on trying to win her heart\" Nicholas said in a soft whisper so other would not hear it.", "username": "Eviledd1984", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Phoebe wasn't too sure what to say or do. She didn't want to question him, didn't want to make it worse. She bit her lip, trying to think it through. \"Oh, nicholas. I wish I could offer you some comfort. I'm sure it will all work out though\" she said softly", "username": "MarshiestMallow", "char_name": "Phoebe" }, { "text": "An alibi. \"Too many choices.\" Perhaps Kagerou had been living by herself a bit too long because her mind wandered to many different ideas. From very average, almost boring ideas to more extravagant and sometimes weird. \"I almost would like them to think I'm someone else cursed to be trapped in the body of teenage girl as punishment.\"", "username": "twave", "char_name": "Kagerou Rotusu" }, { "text": "Nruce was thoughtful for a few moments, leaning back in his chair. \"Perhaps we can work with that. There, registered completely as a student. I assumed you told some of the students your name, so we will stick with that\"", "username": "MarshiestMallow", "char_name": "Phoebe" }, { "text": "If Bruce didn't shoot down the idea that Kagerou was going to run with it. It wouldn't be too far off the truth. She was going to have to not wipe the floor with people for a while though. Nodding to his assumption she started toward the door. \"Let everyone know they should treat me like any of the other students until something changes. Make sure they act like they don't believe me if I try to convince them I'm older or say something out of character. Let's say the curse effects adults perception of me.\" Stopping before leaving she looked back. \"Is there anything else Mr. Wayne?\"", "username": "twave", "char_name": "Kagerou Rotusu" }, { "text": "\"I don't know if it will really work out or not for me in this case...it's highly impossible for me to go out with Devika...\" Nichlss said quickly coverin his mouth. Saying the person he was in love with,\"Nevermind...I think I will be okay\" Nicholas said recovering quickly.", "username": "Eviledd1984", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Makoto was surprised that the time has passed so fast. She had made some great memories with Flood and Katherin. They all seemed to enjoy themselves. After setting down the controller she was using, Makoto stood and stretched. \n\n\"You are probably right Flood. Can either of you point me in the direction of the dorms?\" She was a little turned round in the school still. It takes longer than a day for her to get her bearings in any place. Makoto checked her pocket for her pass key, looking forward to sleep after the crazy day she had had.", "username": "Hidden Lilly", "char_name": "Makoto まこと (Gale) Izumi" }, { "text": "[quote=@Hidden Lilly]\n\"You are probably right Flood. Can either of you point me in the direction of the dorms?\"[/b] She was a little turned round in the school still. It takes longer than a day for her to get her bearings in any place. Makoto checked her pocket for her pass key, looking forward to sleep after the crazy day she had had.\n[/quote]\n\n\"I am heading to the girl's dorm. I'll show you the way.\" Katherine volunteered. It would be nice to have someone to walk with Makoto seemed like a nice girl. It would be to get to know her a little bit. After all she was here to make alliances that she might need in the future. The more people she knew the better.", "username": "KatherinWinter", "char_name": "Katherin Winter" }, { "text": "\"Have a good night's rest. I know I won't.\" He muttered the last part underneath his breath. He got out a couple of guns and began messing with them.", "username": "Flood", "char_name": null }, { "text": "\"Thanks Katherine.\" Makoto said, smiling, thankful for the help. She wanted to say that she had made two new friends but that was hard to say after only knowing them for an evening. Makoto felt badly that Flood said he wouldn't sleep. She attriuted it to a trade of for his abilites. \n\n\"Good night Flood, see you in the morning.\" She hoped that maybe the three of them could get along with Phoebe too, then they could be their own little pod of friends. Makoto put these hopeful thoughts to the side of her mind. It was time to leave and walk to the dorms.\n\nMakoto turned to exit with Katherine. The pair began to walk down the empty halls, winding with the locker lined walls. \n\n\"So, how do you enjoy school here?\" Makoto asked Katherine, trying to start conversation.", "username": "Hidden Lilly", "char_name": "Makoto まこと (Gale) Izumi" }, { "text": "\"I like school. Everyone is very nice. I think I will have many allies when I graduate. I miss my dad though.\" Katherin told her. \"Nights like this we would play outside until I was exhausted. I love winter. I know its weird but I think it boosts my ability some.\"", "username": "KatherinWinter", "char_name": "Katherin Winter" }, { "text": "Bruce shock his nead, \"no, you are free to go Kagerou. You should find a dorm if you are masquerading as a student\" he said, pushing away from the computer once more. \n\n\n****\nwhat do I do? Phoebe wondered, what would help here? How could she comfort him? She gave a sigh and said \"well, you can always talk to me if you want\" she pushed away her finished plate of food and said, \"maybe you can talk with mother\"", "username": "MarshiestMallow", "char_name": "Phoebe" }, { "text": "\"If i do speak to her...do you think it will help me even further?\" Nicholas also pushed his trey away form him looking directly in her eyes his own gleaming,The young man nervously put his hands on the table his mind have many thoughts that was in a mess of what to do or say.", "username": "Eviledd1984", "char_name": null }, { "text": "With that Kagerou left the office. Her plan was a little risky, but the delivery will be the most important part to making it work. Like Bruce said though she needed to get a room. It being late she headed out and toward the girls dorm and ran into Makoto and Katherin. \"Hey, are you headed to the dorms too?\"", "username": "twave", "char_name": "Kagerou Rotusu" } ]
"Does he live far away?" Makoto assumed that most students here weren't like her, having - had normal parents. Rather, she assumed that most student's here had at least one parent around that was also gifted. Maybe it was naive of her to think so, but from what she had encountered so far, it seemed to be the case. "I wouldn't be surprised. I think I heard Flood say that you could control ice at lunch?" She checked. Ice to her was an interesting power, she couldn't even fathom how to use it."Winter was always my favorite season too, but for different reasons. I always enjoyed the lights and how it reflected off of the snow and ice."
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Makoto まこと (Gale) Izumi
Gender: Female Age: 17 PARENTS: Storm mentored her but her birth parents were Kaito and Jessica Izumi Powers: Lightning and electrical currents. She can manipulate intensity of the electrical energy as well as form. She can withstand higher levels of electrical disturbances in her body than other people. She also has the ability of cytokinesis (self healing). Studying a mix of Chinese martial arts; Baguazhang and Iron Palm - Being able to manipulate what voltage of power she releases during a strike (knows how to release it but can't control how much to release) - how to accurately generate electricity by herself - the martial arts styles listed Voltage Reference Bio: Makoto's father was Japanese and her mother was Caucasian/Canadian. They lived happily together in a small home. At the age of 10 her father was diagnosed with cancer. He battled and they tried to get him the best treatment they could. In the end the doctors had caught it too late and he died when Makoto was 12. Makoto's mother did her best to cope and continue to raise Makoto the best she could. The loss of her father took quite a toll on her mother. She began to drink in secret. As time went on and the effectiveness of alcohol wore off, Makoto's mom began to drink more frequently and in greater amounts. Often her mom would go to a local bar and not be home until practically the next morning just in time to go to work. One morning, Makoto awoke to the doorbell ringing. She opened it and to her surprise there was a police officer there. He explained to her that earlier in the evening her mother had gotten into a car crash while still intoxicated and died. In a way Makoto was glad that when her mom crashed, she hadn't hit another car and killed others, but she was still pained by her mother's passing. Makoto was 14. There were not many people left around her since her mother had pushed most of their family friends away and didn't make it easy to build relationships with people at school (not allowed to go out or have people over). Makoto managed alright after that, being in a suspended state of shock. Her world came crashing down one day when it came to the attention of her high school teachers that she was underage and without parents. Child services was notified and Makoto did not take the action lightly. It made everything real, she couldn't just pretend that her mother was still out at a bar somewhere. It was in this moment that 15 year old Makoto manifested her powers, scaring the social worker and company away. She tried to pack up and leave, maybe find somewhere else to go so that they couldn't find her again. Maybe enroll in a night school or something to continue her education. As she bundled up and left, it was spring, she couldn't help but notice that as she walked by people their hair would begin to stand on end. If she loitered people would begin discussing that it's a phenomenon that happens right before a lightning strike, yet no storms were forecasted. It was all too close to the truth for Makoto and she kept moving until she came across a quiet area she could sit and think without hurting anyone. She closed her eyes, trying to calm herself down. "Hello young lady." Makoto looked up. There was a very attractive woman standing in front of her, talking to her. "You seem upset, are you alright?" "I'm fine." This woman made her uncomfortable. Something was wrong… "Are you sure? Why don't you let me buy you a hot chocolate?" The woman persisted. "No thanks, I'm alright." Makoto began to squirm and try to scoot away. "No, you need to come with me." The woman reached out to grab Makoto's wrist, succeeding. "No! Let go!" Makoto yelled, releasing an amplified amount of the static electricity she created into the area and the women. The lady cried out in pain, her skin flipping like scales to reveal many identities and settling on a blue face. Makoto was stunned, as much about the woman as she was about herself. She tried to get up and run but by the time she was able to recover herself, the woman was moving again. The people around had begun to shriek and cry out for help. Not long after other people, mutants clashed in a fray. Makoto seemed to be in the middle of it. Finally she seemed to land under the care of a team of mutants in black and yellow uniforms. "What's going on?" Makoto asked, trying to put pieces together. "Where are you taking me?" "To a safer place than this where you can learn to control your powers." A woman with silver hair said to her. Soon and with little argument from Makoto, they were off. It wasn't long before they arrived at their destination, The Academy. Appearance: Appearance Classes: - Chinease Martial Arts - Power Development - Advanced Anatomy and Physiology - Gym?
[ { "text": "\"If i do speak to her...do you think it will help me even further?\" Nicholas also pushed his trey away form him looking directly in her eyes his own gleaming,The young man nervously put his hands on the table his mind have many thoughts that was in a mess of what to do or say.", "username": "Eviledd1984", "char_name": null }, { "text": "With that Kagerou left the office. Her plan was a little risky, but the delivery will be the most important part to making it work. Like Bruce said though she needed to get a room. It being late she headed out and toward the girls dorm and ran into Makoto and Katherin. \"Hey, are you headed to the dorms too?\"", "username": "twave", "char_name": "Kagerou Rotusu" }, { "text": "\"Does he live far away?\" Makoto assumed that most students here weren't like her, having - had normal parents. Rather, she assumed that most student's here had at least one parent around that was also gifted. Maybe it was naive of her to think so, but from what she had encountered so far, it seemed to be the case.\n\n\"I wouldn't be surprised. I think I heard Flood say that you could control ice at lunch?\" She checked. Ice to her was an interesting power, she couldn't even fathom how to use it.\"Winter was always my favorite season too, but for different reasons. I always enjoyed the lights and how it reflected off of the snow and ice.\"", "username": "Hidden Lilly", "char_name": "Makoto まこと (Gale) Izumi" }, { "text": "\"Yes. He lives quite a distance from the school. But it's good for me to stand on my own two feet. I have to figure out who I am without him. Most of the time it isn't an issue. But with Phoebe finding her parents and a brother I am missing my father more than usual.\" Katherin explained. It wasn't something that she would allow to bother her long. It wasn't her way to allow things to get to her. \"Well sort of. I am not as good with ice as my dad. He is awesome. Ive got the hang of snow but I am working on ice.\"", "username": "KatherinWinter", "char_name": "Katherin Winter" }, { "text": "\"At least you have an idea at where to start with your powers and a platform to work from. I'm still trying to understand half of what I managed in Power Development.\" Makoto commented, concentrating on the memory for a moment. She wondered what her parents would have thought of her abilities. She wasn't sure how her mom would have reacted, her dad would have struggled but loved her anyway. That's what she thought would be most likely. Makoto however, liked to think that they may have been proud of her. She wished she could talk to them, see them, hear their voice one last time. Her eyes stung thinking of how they were gone.\n\n\"Hey, if you miss your dad, why don't you visit him on the weekend? We don't have class every day right?\" Makoto suggested, desperately wishing that it was that simple for her own situation. \"If you don't want to go alone, I can go with you if you want?\" she offered. \"I'd be useless at getting around but i'm sure i can help, even if i'm only a traveling buddy.\"", "username": "Hidden Lilly", "char_name": "Makoto まこと (Gale) Izumi" }, { "text": "\"I will call him and see if he has anything planned. He isn't home much now that I am at the academy. I guess he gets lonely too. But I will definitely call and see if this weekend works for him.\" It was a good suggestion Katherin thought. One she should have thought of herself. She probably would have eventually. But having Makoto suggest it gave her a chance to make arrangements with her father.", "username": "KatherinWinter", "char_name": "Katherin Winter" }, { "text": "\"It couldn't hurt\" Phoebe said, \"It might make you feel better at least\" She said softly, \"And it might give you some perspective\" She added, wishing she could say or do more to help him. All she figured she could do was give him another hug, which is what she did.", "username": "MarshiestMallow", "char_name": "Phoebe" }, { "text": "\"Thank you very much...sis...\" Nicholas let her have the hug for a few seconds before quickly moving away form her fixing his coat once more,\"Do you know where mother is?\" He asked her coughing softly to mainly hide his shyness.", "username": "Eviledd1984", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Both of the girls were either completely ignoring Kagerou or didn't hear her at all. Might as well use it. \"Girls, hello?\" She had a concerned expression as she came up next to them.", "username": "twave", "char_name": "Kagerou Rotusu" }, { "text": "Kijani couldn't help but blush. Connor's smile was just so adorable. \"Alright, then. Where do you want to go? I think it's your turn to choose. The city is our smorgasbord.\" She knew this really incredible place for Indian food, but she wasn't sure how Connor handled spicy food. Curry was delicious, but it wasn't fun if you didn't know it could hurt.", "username": "Mistress Dizzy", "char_name": "Kijani Ryane" }, { "text": "Phoebe let Nicholas go when he pulled away, and thought for a moment or two, before saying \"generally, I just go to the rees around the school, or the garden I made. The plants talk to her. She will know you want her\" she said, rising as well.\n\n***\n\nKijani so very rarely blush, it was always so cute, at least to Connor. However, he had no idea where they could go. Where had they eaten so far? Chinese, Pizza-so italian. What were other places? \"maybe...indian?\" he said", "username": "MarshiestMallow", "char_name": "Phoebe" }, { "text": "\"Thank you sister i will go find mother...\" Nicholas said calmly nodding his head in her direction,He started walking away to find his mother to tell her how to deal with his problem.", "username": "Eviledd1984", "char_name": null }, { "text": "It was getting late and Estella wandered around. After everyone dispersed she got kind of lost. So far no one had really approached her and she wondered to herself if she had some something in the past to deserve it. She got something to eat which was always an interesting experience. The food was always super flavorful. Surely this wasn't new, most likely to do with her being an alien.", "username": "twave", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Kijani grinned widely, looking rather eager. \"Ah. We're of like minds. Do you enjoy spicy food, Connor? I find it incredible when it's done well. Hot sauce isn't all that great, but curry can be downright amazing.\" She paused, then giggled softly. \"Up until the point when you accidentally wipe your nose with the same napkin you wiped curry off your mouth with, and proceed to smell absolutely nothing for the next 24 hours.\"", "username": "Mistress Dizzy", "char_name": "Kijani Ryane" }, { "text": "Phoebe let Nicholas go, understanding that if she went with him, that would just be a hinderance for him. She watched him, before heading to the dorms, hoping to run into Ryan. But she would be just as happy running into Katherin, and she should she how Makato was, and then there was Kagerou, and Estella. \n\nShe decided to head to the dorms and see who was there, but before she left the cafeteria, she saw Estella. Phoebe smiled, and went over to her \"hello\"\n\n*********\n\n\n(I need to know where)\n\n*********\n\nConnor smiled, and said \"I can stand hot food. It is quite nice, when done right\" he agreed, laughing as well, \"an easy way to avoid that is have two napkins\" he said, amusingly, setting aside his drink.", "username": "MarshiestMallow", "char_name": "Phoebe" }, { "text": "Kijani chuckled. \"Well, I learned that. I also learned why they also give you a little bowl of yogurt with your food. Incidentally, did you know lemon juice can take away the burn from spices? I learned that too, but I don't know why. Maybe you can research it and let me know.\"", "username": "Mistress Dizzy", "char_name": "Kijani Ryane" }, { "text": "\"Well, the oils and that in curries, and other spicey foods actually coat your tongue, which is why water isn't effective-water and oil don't mix. The lemon juice is acidic, breaks through the oil, and takes away the heat, the spics\" Connor said, clearly taking that information from the top of his head. He cleared his throat, and smiled shyly,", "username": "MarshiestMallow", "char_name": "Phoebe" }, { "text": "(The garden perhaps)", "username": "Eviledd1984", "char_name": null }, { "text": "As nicholas approached the garden, he might be aware of a slight change, a more alive feeling to it. Perhaps it was the fact that Pamela had had more experience, or maybe just had a tighter relationship with plants, but they reacted to her stronger then her children. While she was certain Bruce knew she was nearby, Pamela was also certain that he didn't know she was just about on the school grounds, which she wanted. \n\nSo she waited for Nicholas to come to her", "username": "MarshiestMallow", "char_name": "Phoebe" }, { "text": "Kijani blinked and gazed at him for a few moments once he'd rattled off that info. Then she leaned across the table and gave him a chocolate flavored kiss right on the mouth. \"It's damn cute when you do that, you know? My goodness, I've never found learning sexier.\" She went back to her shake, her cheeks reddening.", "username": "Mistress Dizzy", "char_name": "Kijani Ryane" }, { "text": "Of all the reactions Connor expected, the chocolatelty kiss wasn't one. But that was one of the things he enjoyed about Kijani. She never reached the way he thought. The have it considered cute, sexy was just...an amazement for Connor. Most people would think nerd, geek. Know it all, and brush Connor off. But kijani? She never ceased to amaze him. \n\nHe knew that he blushed as well, but he didn't look away from Kijani. \"I like knowing things. And I like that you find it sexy.\" again, that shy smile. He just couldn't see to help it.", "username": "MarshiestMallow", "char_name": "Phoebe" }, { "text": "Nicholas had finally made it to the harden for some reason a feeling he had not felt before which was nervousness was scaring him half to near death,\"Mother...are you here I must speak with you?\" He said rather calmly trying to hide his nervousness form her.", "username": "Eviledd1984", "char_name": null } ]
"I'm glad to hear it. Let me know how it goes" She said to Katherin, offereing her support and friendship. "... Oh! Sorry. I didn't see you. Your name is Kagerew right?"Makoto said, noticing the girl come up to walk beside her. She swore the girl came out of nowhere but got the feeling like that type of thing happens here.
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Hidden Lilly
Makoto まこと (Gale) Izumi
Gender: Female Age: 17 PARENTS: Storm mentored her but her birth parents were Kaito and Jessica Izumi Powers: Lightning and electrical currents. She can manipulate intensity of the electrical energy as well as form. She can withstand higher levels of electrical disturbances in her body than other people. She also has the ability of cytokinesis (self healing). Studying a mix of Chinese martial arts; Baguazhang and Iron Palm - Being able to manipulate what voltage of power she releases during a strike (knows how to release it but can't control how much to release) - how to accurately generate electricity by herself - the martial arts styles listed Voltage Reference Bio: Makoto's father was Japanese and her mother was Caucasian/Canadian. They lived happily together in a small home. At the age of 10 her father was diagnosed with cancer. He battled and they tried to get him the best treatment they could. In the end the doctors had caught it too late and he died when Makoto was 12. Makoto's mother did her best to cope and continue to raise Makoto the best she could. The loss of her father took quite a toll on her mother. She began to drink in secret. As time went on and the effectiveness of alcohol wore off, Makoto's mom began to drink more frequently and in greater amounts. Often her mom would go to a local bar and not be home until practically the next morning just in time to go to work. One morning, Makoto awoke to the doorbell ringing. She opened it and to her surprise there was a police officer there. He explained to her that earlier in the evening her mother had gotten into a car crash while still intoxicated and died. In a way Makoto was glad that when her mom crashed, she hadn't hit another car and killed others, but she was still pained by her mother's passing. Makoto was 14. There were not many people left around her since her mother had pushed most of their family friends away and didn't make it easy to build relationships with people at school (not allowed to go out or have people over). Makoto managed alright after that, being in a suspended state of shock. Her world came crashing down one day when it came to the attention of her high school teachers that she was underage and without parents. Child services was notified and Makoto did not take the action lightly. It made everything real, she couldn't just pretend that her mother was still out at a bar somewhere. It was in this moment that 15 year old Makoto manifested her powers, scaring the social worker and company away. She tried to pack up and leave, maybe find somewhere else to go so that they couldn't find her again. Maybe enroll in a night school or something to continue her education. As she bundled up and left, it was spring, she couldn't help but notice that as she walked by people their hair would begin to stand on end. If she loitered people would begin discussing that it's a phenomenon that happens right before a lightning strike, yet no storms were forecasted. It was all too close to the truth for Makoto and she kept moving until she came across a quiet area she could sit and think without hurting anyone. She closed her eyes, trying to calm herself down. "Hello young lady." Makoto looked up. There was a very attractive woman standing in front of her, talking to her. "You seem upset, are you alright?" "I'm fine." This woman made her uncomfortable. Something was wrong… "Are you sure? Why don't you let me buy you a hot chocolate?" The woman persisted. "No thanks, I'm alright." Makoto began to squirm and try to scoot away. "No, you need to come with me." The woman reached out to grab Makoto's wrist, succeeding. "No! Let go!" Makoto yelled, releasing an amplified amount of the static electricity she created into the area and the women. The lady cried out in pain, her skin flipping like scales to reveal many identities and settling on a blue face. Makoto was stunned, as much about the woman as she was about herself. She tried to get up and run but by the time she was able to recover herself, the woman was moving again. The people around had begun to shriek and cry out for help. Not long after other people, mutants clashed in a fray. Makoto seemed to be in the middle of it. Finally she seemed to land under the care of a team of mutants in black and yellow uniforms. "What's going on?" Makoto asked, trying to put pieces together. "Where are you taking me?" "To a safer place than this where you can learn to control your powers." A woman with silver hair said to her. Soon and with little argument from Makoto, they were off. It wasn't long before they arrived at their destination, The Academy. Appearance: Appearance Classes: - Chinease Martial Arts - Power Development - Advanced Anatomy and Physiology - Gym?
[ { "text": "Katherin woke bright and early. She was looking to seeing her friends. She was feeling more herself today. She had called her father and he had told her to come home for the weekend. She was looking forward to seeing him again. Once she was dressed she headed to breakfast.", "username": "KatherinWinter", "char_name": "Katherin Winter" }, { "text": "Flood looked at the sunrise from the school roof and smiled. \"Another chaos filled day is in store for literally everyone.\" He wondered when his first paint bomb would go off. \"I do hope the other personalities didn't set too many paint bombs. I don't want to wander into something that I set while 'unconcious'.\" He said to himself. He left the roof and began heading to the Deadpool's classroom. He walked in and looked at his father passed out with a knife impaled in his shoulder. \"Not even going to ask.\" He grabbed some money out of a drawer and walked to the cafeteria, bought some food (After much questioning from the cook) and sat down to eat.", "username": "Flood", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Phoebe undertook her normal morning ritual, dressing and going on her jog around the campus, letting herself simply relax, and enjoy the the morning, the air fresh, and comfortable, she realised how thankful she was that she had came here. She tried to imagine her life, not being here, having not gone...and she couldn't. \n\n----\n\nKalinda was sitting on the roof of the girl dorms, having not slept much, but feeling quite alive. She watched, waited for The boys to come back, for any sign that they were in danger. But when she saw Devika, heading towards the gym, She leaped down, landing lightly, and followed her after a time. \n\n\"Haven't you tried this before?\" She asked with some curiosity, seeing that Devika was working on the treadmill and weights. \n\n------\n\nConnor blinked as the sunlight filled his room, groaning, and burrowing under the blankets A part of him didn't want to get up, but the other part he knew that he had to. He was worried and concerned about what could happen today. He was sure that Kijani hoped he hadn't noticed the fact that she had been, before going out, distracted. Almost...afraid, but whatever she had seen on her laptop.\n\nHe was afraid he would go outside and find her gone. \n\nWith a heavy sigh, he through the covers off. He showered and dressed, grabbing his pack and heading out.", "username": "MarshiestMallow", "char_name": "Phoebe" }, { "text": "Devika had felt someone following her, but really paid them no mind. Until Kalinda spoke, she didn't bother to acknowledge her. \"Not really. Getting stronger isn't a matter of trying once and then quitting. I had maybe a month of this before kind of falling out of routine. That's nowhere near enough. Me and John email each other back and forth sometimes. He came up with a nice training regimen for me.\" She continued to work, pushing back her sweaty curls with one hand. \"This is constant work. So no, I have not tried it before, because I'm still in the middle of trying it.\"", "username": "Mistress Dizzy", "char_name": "Devika Jones" }, { "text": "Nicholas was in the gym currently on the teadmill working on his legs,He was wearing a long shelve shirt with black sweat pants and light brown rubbig shoes.He didn't take notice with Devika just yet for the moment he was more busy with the treadmill giving him a stern workout.The young man was also wearing headphones listening too Beethoven's 9 symphony the 1st movement it music he use to listen to as a child while h was not being beaten or experimented,When he was young he use to read form H.P Lovecraft to Herman Melville to expanded his mind then it already was.\n\n\"A new day...a new day...\" He thought to himself.", "username": "Eviledd1984", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Makoto awoke from the sun brightly shining into her bedroom. She rolled over and looked to the old clock for the time. It was a restless night, her pillow was wet and her eyes were crusty. Slowly she rose, it was still early. Makoto made her bed and revisited yesterday. She may have made some new friends; Phoebe, Flood, Katherin, and maybe even Kagerou. She sighed, looking into the mirror after taking care of business. She would need a good face wash this morning. Makoto made the bed with the sheets and blanket that was already there. She dug into her bag for toiletries and took what she had to the bathroom. Using warm/hot water she scrubbed her face and thought about the day. She was looking forward to her electives. From her experience yesterday she was not looking forward to Power development at all. Makoto moved on to getting dressed after having combed out her hair and braided it once again. She put on the same pants from yesterday and the same tank top. Makoto tossed the warmer sweater of the 2 she had brought with her. It was one of her favorites, it was bright orange. Pulling on the same shoes and jacket from the previous day, Makoto left her room and headed for the cafeteria for some food. She found a paper map in her room that she must have gotten when Storm enrolled her here. Using that as her guide she left the dorms.", "username": "Hidden Lilly", "char_name": "Makoto まこと (Gale) Izumi" }, { "text": "Arnold welded into campus. He was dressed in a three piece suit. Anyone who knew them would know that something wasn't right. Zack and Griffin were in the back of their shared mind trying to sort things out. He could crew less about them and their problems. It was his turn to be in charge and people were going to learn just how different he was quickly.", "username": "KatherinWinter", "char_name": null }, { "text": "The light shone through the cheap curtains, but it was the smell of coffee which truly woke her. Sitting up she wrapped the duvet around her and walked out of the bedroom and flopped on to the couch. \"What's the time?\"\n\"Late enough that you need to hurry up and make like a good little school girl.\" Come the smug reply, as Aidan held out a mug.\nKat rolled her eyes, but took the mug as she simply said \"Droll and droller.\" before taking a sip, but keeping her eyes on him.\n\"You going to stay for breakfast?\" He asked as he sat with his own plateful, taking a mouthful himself.\n\"I shouldn't, don't want to raise suspicions on where I spend my sordid nights.\" She stood, leaving the duvet where it was and placed the mug beside him instead.\n\"Oh yes, the scandal, falling asleep in front of the television, god forbid anyone knows you're a normal person.\" She gave him a playful shove and stole a rasher of bacon before disappearing back into the bedroom to change.\n-----\nKat walked through the gates of the academy and into the building, navigating the halls with a practiced boredom. The earphones helped stop her look quite so coarse while simultaneously blocking out the mundane discussions that she would be forced to hear fleetingly otherwise. Ultimately ending up in the cafeteria she picked up some hot bread and honey, before taking a seat and opening a book, lazily flicking through the pages.", "username": "Klyix", "char_name": "Eldkatla 'Kat' Lokidóttir" }, { "text": "\"I meant...why? Why bother? I lift weights with my telekineses to enable me to work easier with it. How is doing this going to help?\" Kalinda said, frowning slightly at herself, then shaking her head. Sometimes she just didn't get people.\n\n\nPhoebe was just starting to wind down, reaching back the dorms she saw Makoto, she smiled and waved calling out \"hey! Are you heading down for breakfast?\" She walked over, untying her hair and running her fingers through it, sliding the tie over her hand. \"How as the rest of you afternoon? I'm sorry I had to leave, but...It couldn't be helped\"", "username": "MarshiestMallow", "char_name": "Phoebe" }, { "text": "Devika gave Kalinda a calm look, switching hands with the weights and starting a new set of reps. \"Imagine yourself in a brilliantly lit room, one made so there are no shadows. It's just you in the room, and there is nothing to use your TK on. What will you do then? If you didn't have your powers, what use would you actually be to anyone?\" She let the question hang in the air, her eyebrows lifted.\n\n\"I know that I'm not too much but a paperweight with big boobs if my empathy fails, so... I'm seeking to change that the best I can.\"", "username": "Mistress Dizzy", "char_name": "Devika Jones" }, { "text": "Nicholas was still working I the treadmill but after that seemed like half a hour he got off heading towards Devika and Katlinda but didn't speak to them like he didn't notice they were there,Right beside them he started working out with the weights which he could lift of about 83 pounds which was good enough for him to work on his arms.\n\nHis mind was some place else most of it was in what his mother said to him and the second part was on how he could talk to Devika without messing it up,He pulled the weights over his head his body covered in sweat unintentionally showing off his fit body.", "username": "Eviledd1984", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Kalinda thought on that for a moment, \"If I didn't have any powers, I would be happy. I would be normal. I wouldn't be vibrating with the feeling of emotions, and I wouldn't be worried about blasting the school apart\" She said, her tone neutral, but cracked as she continued, \"I wouldn't have caused a guys death, and I would be in normal school, would be blissfully unaware of all the horrible things in the world\" She sighed heavily. \n\n\"You have your strengths, Devika. You aren't your powers. Anyone can be a hero, or a villian, if they just know how. You don't need powers for that. Besides, what's the point of getting stronger if you don't know how to use it? What's the point, if it isn't your strength?\"", "username": "MarshiestMallow", "char_name": "Phoebe" } ]
Makoto looked up from her map and smiled at Phoebe. "Good morning!" she almost giggled out. She was glad that Phoebe was so peppy, it made managing her own sadness a little easier. "Yeah, I was just on my way to see what I can get for breakfast." Makoto hoped that the breakfast would be as good as the lunch from the day before. She was starving, having had skipped dinner to play games with Flood and Katherin. "It's alright, I had a lot of fun with Flood and Katherin. I signed up for my electives as well; Chinese Martial Arts and Advanced Anatomy and Physiology. Did you sort out everything with your half-brother?" Makoto couldn't quite remember his name. There were many people she had only actually met once and even at that, didn't get much time to spend with them.
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Makoto まこと (Gale) Izumi
Gender: Female Age: 17 PARENTS: Storm mentored her but her birth parents were Kaito and Jessica Izumi Powers: Lightning and electrical currents. She can manipulate intensity of the electrical energy as well as form. She can withstand higher levels of electrical disturbances in her body than other people. She also has the ability of cytokinesis (self healing). Studying a mix of Chinese martial arts; Baguazhang and Iron Palm - Being able to manipulate what voltage of power she releases during a strike (knows how to release it but can't control how much to release) - how to accurately generate electricity by herself - the martial arts styles listed Voltage Reference Bio: Makoto's father was Japanese and her mother was Caucasian/Canadian. They lived happily together in a small home. At the age of 10 her father was diagnosed with cancer. He battled and they tried to get him the best treatment they could. In the end the doctors had caught it too late and he died when Makoto was 12. Makoto's mother did her best to cope and continue to raise Makoto the best she could. The loss of her father took quite a toll on her mother. She began to drink in secret. As time went on and the effectiveness of alcohol wore off, Makoto's mom began to drink more frequently and in greater amounts. Often her mom would go to a local bar and not be home until practically the next morning just in time to go to work. One morning, Makoto awoke to the doorbell ringing. She opened it and to her surprise there was a police officer there. He explained to her that earlier in the evening her mother had gotten into a car crash while still intoxicated and died. In a way Makoto was glad that when her mom crashed, she hadn't hit another car and killed others, but she was still pained by her mother's passing. Makoto was 14. There were not many people left around her since her mother had pushed most of their family friends away and didn't make it easy to build relationships with people at school (not allowed to go out or have people over). Makoto managed alright after that, being in a suspended state of shock. Her world came crashing down one day when it came to the attention of her high school teachers that she was underage and without parents. Child services was notified and Makoto did not take the action lightly. It made everything real, she couldn't just pretend that her mother was still out at a bar somewhere. It was in this moment that 15 year old Makoto manifested her powers, scaring the social worker and company away. She tried to pack up and leave, maybe find somewhere else to go so that they couldn't find her again. Maybe enroll in a night school or something to continue her education. As she bundled up and left, it was spring, she couldn't help but notice that as she walked by people their hair would begin to stand on end. If she loitered people would begin discussing that it's a phenomenon that happens right before a lightning strike, yet no storms were forecasted. It was all too close to the truth for Makoto and she kept moving until she came across a quiet area she could sit and think without hurting anyone. She closed her eyes, trying to calm herself down. "Hello young lady." Makoto looked up. There was a very attractive woman standing in front of her, talking to her. "You seem upset, are you alright?" "I'm fine." This woman made her uncomfortable. Something was wrong… "Are you sure? Why don't you let me buy you a hot chocolate?" The woman persisted. "No thanks, I'm alright." Makoto began to squirm and try to scoot away. "No, you need to come with me." The woman reached out to grab Makoto's wrist, succeeding. "No! Let go!" Makoto yelled, releasing an amplified amount of the static electricity she created into the area and the women. The lady cried out in pain, her skin flipping like scales to reveal many identities and settling on a blue face. Makoto was stunned, as much about the woman as she was about herself. She tried to get up and run but by the time she was able to recover herself, the woman was moving again. The people around had begun to shriek and cry out for help. Not long after other people, mutants clashed in a fray. Makoto seemed to be in the middle of it. Finally she seemed to land under the care of a team of mutants in black and yellow uniforms. "What's going on?" Makoto asked, trying to put pieces together. "Where are you taking me?" "To a safer place than this where you can learn to control your powers." A woman with silver hair said to her. Soon and with little argument from Makoto, they were off. It wasn't long before they arrived at their destination, The Academy. Appearance: Appearance Classes: - Chinease Martial Arts - Power Development - Advanced Anatomy and Physiology - Gym?
[ { "text": "Arnold welded into campus. He was dressed in a three piece suit. Anyone who knew them would know that something wasn't right. Zack and Griffin were in the back of their shared mind trying to sort things out. He could crew less about them and their problems. It was his turn to be in charge and people were going to learn just how different he was quickly.", "username": "KatherinWinter", "char_name": null }, { "text": "The light shone through the cheap curtains, but it was the smell of coffee which truly woke her. Sitting up she wrapped the duvet around her and walked out of the bedroom and flopped on to the couch. \"What's the time?\"\n\"Late enough that you need to hurry up and make like a good little school girl.\" Come the smug reply, as Aidan held out a mug.\nKat rolled her eyes, but took the mug as she simply said \"Droll and droller.\" before taking a sip, but keeping her eyes on him.\n\"You going to stay for breakfast?\" He asked as he sat with his own plateful, taking a mouthful himself.\n\"I shouldn't, don't want to raise suspicions on where I spend my sordid nights.\" She stood, leaving the duvet where it was and placed the mug beside him instead.\n\"Oh yes, the scandal, falling asleep in front of the television, god forbid anyone knows you're a normal person.\" She gave him a playful shove and stole a rasher of bacon before disappearing back into the bedroom to change.\n-----\nKat walked through the gates of the academy and into the building, navigating the halls with a practiced boredom. The earphones helped stop her look quite so coarse while simultaneously blocking out the mundane discussions that she would be forced to hear fleetingly otherwise. Ultimately ending up in the cafeteria she picked up some hot bread and honey, before taking a seat and opening a book, lazily flicking through the pages.", "username": "Klyix", "char_name": "Eldkatla 'Kat' Lokidóttir" }, { "text": "\"I meant...why? Why bother? I lift weights with my telekineses to enable me to work easier with it. How is doing this going to help?\" Kalinda said, frowning slightly at herself, then shaking her head. Sometimes she just didn't get people.\n\n\nPhoebe was just starting to wind down, reaching back the dorms she saw Makoto, she smiled and waved calling out \"hey! Are you heading down for breakfast?\" She walked over, untying her hair and running her fingers through it, sliding the tie over her hand. \"How as the rest of you afternoon? I'm sorry I had to leave, but...It couldn't be helped\"", "username": "MarshiestMallow", "char_name": "Phoebe" }, { "text": "Devika gave Kalinda a calm look, switching hands with the weights and starting a new set of reps. \"Imagine yourself in a brilliantly lit room, one made so there are no shadows. It's just you in the room, and there is nothing to use your TK on. What will you do then? If you didn't have your powers, what use would you actually be to anyone?\" She let the question hang in the air, her eyebrows lifted.\n\n\"I know that I'm not too much but a paperweight with big boobs if my empathy fails, so... I'm seeking to change that the best I can.\"", "username": "Mistress Dizzy", "char_name": "Devika Jones" }, { "text": "Nicholas was still working I the treadmill but after that seemed like half a hour he got off heading towards Devika and Katlinda but didn't speak to them like he didn't notice they were there,Right beside them he started working out with the weights which he could lift of about 83 pounds which was good enough for him to work on his arms.\n\nHis mind was some place else most of it was in what his mother said to him and the second part was on how he could talk to Devika without messing it up,He pulled the weights over his head his body covered in sweat unintentionally showing off his fit body.", "username": "Eviledd1984", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Kalinda thought on that for a moment, \"If I didn't have any powers, I would be happy. I would be normal. I wouldn't be vibrating with the feeling of emotions, and I wouldn't be worried about blasting the school apart\" She said, her tone neutral, but cracked as she continued, \"I wouldn't have caused a guys death, and I would be in normal school, would be blissfully unaware of all the horrible things in the world\" She sighed heavily. \n\n\"You have your strengths, Devika. You aren't your powers. Anyone can be a hero, or a villian, if they just know how. You don't need powers for that. Besides, what's the point of getting stronger if you don't know how to use it? What's the point, if it isn't your strength?\"", "username": "MarshiestMallow", "char_name": "Phoebe" }, { "text": "Makoto looked up from her map and smiled at Phoebe. \n\n\"Good morning!\" she almost giggled out. She was glad that Phoebe was so peppy, it made managing her own sadness a little easier. \"Yeah, I was just on my way to see what I can get for breakfast.\" Makoto hoped that the breakfast would be as good as the lunch from the day before. She was starving, having had skipped dinner to play games with Flood and Katherin. \"It's alright, I had a lot of fun with Flood and Katherin. I signed up for my electives as well; Chinese Martial Arts and Advanced Anatomy and Physiology. Did you sort out everything with your half-brother?\" Makoto couldn't quite remember his name. There were many people she had only actually met once and even at that, didn't get much time to spend with them.", "username": "Hidden Lilly", "char_name": "Makoto まこと (Gale) Izumi" }, { "text": "Flood was busy playing with a pocket knife as he stabbed holes in the table he was sitting at. He saw Makoto and Phoebe and waved at both of them. He put away his knife and resumed eating.", "username": "Flood", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Devika shook her head a bit. \"Kalinda, what makes you think I don't know how to use strength? Also, I am doing this for my own confidence. I want to be stronger, I want to not be wheezing after 2 flights of steps, and I don't want my belly to jiggle like gelatin when I brush my teeth. I am not my powers, and therefore I have to make what is me- my body- stronger. Hero or villain isn't the point of this.\" She pointed to the weight with her free hand.\n\n\"The point is me being a better me. Now, if you'll excuse me, I need to do a cooldown.\"", "username": "Mistress Dizzy", "char_name": "Devika Jones" }, { "text": "Kalinda shrughed \"that is the point. are powers make us....they shape how we can be. But why are you doing the running, the weights? Sure, the running bs a good cardio, and the weights help, but there's other things you can do, for high, fast results? You need to mix it up. Go hard. Do the things that make your muscles scream. Squats,'push ups, chin ups, sit ups. There's a reason they are still around, even with the weight machines and stuff\" \n\nShe shrugged, and jumped onto a treadmill, doing a slow warm up. She just did maintance work, not particularly caring about her self, but knowing it was good for her powers. \"You need to mix it up in anycase. Your body gets use to the same movements over and over again and you get no results after a while. Or so my dance teacher always told me\" again, a shrug. Despite the fact that she was wearing clothes that covered most of her body, she didn't appear to be having any difficulty running \"frankly, you have an advantage over everyone. People expect what they see. They will just assume that you aren't the best in a fight and consider it won, even if they can resist your power. You can use that. You don't need to be completely fit to know how to punch someone in the nose\"\n\n****\n\nPhoebe nkdded \"I did, yes. Nicholas is still new to his powers, and I promised I'd help him. It was also nice talking with him, something we haven't really skne before\" she said, as she showed Makoto to the cafeteria, waving at Flood, wondering what had gotten him in such a mood, but it didn't appear that he had actually stolen his food this morning. \n\n\"I hope he joins us. And Ryan. I think Nicholas wants to do the whole brother thing, make sure that Ryan is good for me\" she laughed, realising she was babbling. \"Anyway, why the martial arts?\" She asked", "username": "MarshiestMallow", "char_name": "Phoebe" } ]
Makoto also waved at Flood, happy to see him and intending to sit with both him a Phoebe for breakfast. "I'm really glad you two had a chance to talk and that you are helping each other. I think it's really sweet of him to do the whole big brother thing. You and Ryan are really cute together, congratulations." she said, smiling warmly. Makoto had by now noticed the ring on Phoebe's left hand and was trying to find a good time to congratulate her. She figured while they were on the topic of Ryan, it was as good a time as ever. Makoto moved with Phoebe down the small line in the cafeteria, collecting food to eat. "I chose martial arts because I figured it was a good place to start and I had taken a basic combative class at my old high school." Makoto began. "I really enjoyed learning the Chinese martial arts, they seemed to flow easier than the others and they have good striking patterns." She kind of laughed to herself, under her breath. "At least, that's what I liked from the little I experienced in that class. I used one of the strikes in Power Development yesterday." pointing out a visual reference that Phoebe may have been able to associate the martial art style to. The young ladies had gotten their food and so Makoto began to walk in Flood's direction. It seemed to be a usual thing that the other classmates at the school gave him plenty of room. Makoto thought it sad but she had a feeling it was for good reason. Still, she always gave the benefit of the doubt until proven wrong. "Would you want to sit with Flood today?" she asked, trying to make sure that Phoebe was alright with sitting at the same table as Flood so early in the morning. "It seems like there is lots of room for us." she added, sheepishly.
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Hidden Lilly
Makoto まこと (Gale) Izumi
Gender: Female Age: 17 PARENTS: Storm mentored her but her birth parents were Kaito and Jessica Izumi Powers: Lightning and electrical currents. She can manipulate intensity of the electrical energy as well as form. She can withstand higher levels of electrical disturbances in her body than other people. She also has the ability of cytokinesis (self healing). Studying a mix of Chinese martial arts; Baguazhang and Iron Palm - Being able to manipulate what voltage of power she releases during a strike (knows how to release it but can't control how much to release) - how to accurately generate electricity by herself - the martial arts styles listed Voltage Reference Bio: Makoto's father was Japanese and her mother was Caucasian/Canadian. They lived happily together in a small home. At the age of 10 her father was diagnosed with cancer. He battled and they tried to get him the best treatment they could. In the end the doctors had caught it too late and he died when Makoto was 12. Makoto's mother did her best to cope and continue to raise Makoto the best she could. The loss of her father took quite a toll on her mother. She began to drink in secret. As time went on and the effectiveness of alcohol wore off, Makoto's mom began to drink more frequently and in greater amounts. Often her mom would go to a local bar and not be home until practically the next morning just in time to go to work. One morning, Makoto awoke to the doorbell ringing. She opened it and to her surprise there was a police officer there. He explained to her that earlier in the evening her mother had gotten into a car crash while still intoxicated and died. In a way Makoto was glad that when her mom crashed, she hadn't hit another car and killed others, but she was still pained by her mother's passing. Makoto was 14. There were not many people left around her since her mother had pushed most of their family friends away and didn't make it easy to build relationships with people at school (not allowed to go out or have people over). Makoto managed alright after that, being in a suspended state of shock. Her world came crashing down one day when it came to the attention of her high school teachers that she was underage and without parents. Child services was notified and Makoto did not take the action lightly. It made everything real, she couldn't just pretend that her mother was still out at a bar somewhere. It was in this moment that 15 year old Makoto manifested her powers, scaring the social worker and company away. She tried to pack up and leave, maybe find somewhere else to go so that they couldn't find her again. Maybe enroll in a night school or something to continue her education. As she bundled up and left, it was spring, she couldn't help but notice that as she walked by people their hair would begin to stand on end. If she loitered people would begin discussing that it's a phenomenon that happens right before a lightning strike, yet no storms were forecasted. It was all too close to the truth for Makoto and she kept moving until she came across a quiet area she could sit and think without hurting anyone. She closed her eyes, trying to calm herself down. "Hello young lady." Makoto looked up. There was a very attractive woman standing in front of her, talking to her. "You seem upset, are you alright?" "I'm fine." This woman made her uncomfortable. Something was wrong… "Are you sure? Why don't you let me buy you a hot chocolate?" The woman persisted. "No thanks, I'm alright." Makoto began to squirm and try to scoot away. "No, you need to come with me." The woman reached out to grab Makoto's wrist, succeeding. "No! Let go!" Makoto yelled, releasing an amplified amount of the static electricity she created into the area and the women. The lady cried out in pain, her skin flipping like scales to reveal many identities and settling on a blue face. Makoto was stunned, as much about the woman as she was about herself. She tried to get up and run but by the time she was able to recover herself, the woman was moving again. The people around had begun to shriek and cry out for help. Not long after other people, mutants clashed in a fray. Makoto seemed to be in the middle of it. Finally she seemed to land under the care of a team of mutants in black and yellow uniforms. "What's going on?" Makoto asked, trying to put pieces together. "Where are you taking me?" "To a safer place than this where you can learn to control your powers." A woman with silver hair said to her. Soon and with little argument from Makoto, they were off. It wasn't long before they arrived at their destination, The Academy. Appearance: Appearance Classes: - Chinease Martial Arts - Power Development - Advanced Anatomy and Physiology - Gym?
[ { "text": "\"Yes I did!\" He said in a joyful tone. \"I also may have set up several paint bombs in the school while under a out of body experience. By which I mean I couldn't control my body.\" He added as an afterthought. \"I also set a trash can on fire. That one I did have control over my body.\"", "username": "Flood", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Devika rolled her eyes when Kalinda was gone, and started up the treadmill for another 10 minutes to burn away the frustration. She caught sight of Nicholas, and wondered how long he'd been there. She hadn't even noticed him.\n\n\"Morning, Nick. I didn't know you worked out.\" She smiled, tilting her head a bit. He looked good. Maybe he could give her some tips on how to adjust. \"You look good. Maybe you can teach me some stuff.\"", "username": "Mistress Dizzy", "char_name": "Devika Jones" }, { "text": "After a fee moments Nicholas slowly turned his head towards Devika,\"Thank you...what do you need tips with?The arm exercise mostly?\" He said with his usual dull tone of voice.\n\nHe don't know she was their so was Kalinda but he was more engrossed with working out,He stopped wiping his forehead of sweat his sweater sticking to his body showing his muscles.", "username": "Eviledd1984", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Ryan sped into the room and grabbed some food. He quickly ran in and sat down next to Phoebe. He quickly sat down next Phoebe. \"Hey.\" He said looking tired, which was odd for him. \"Sorry. Had to do my run. Dad said I need to train more. So I am.\" He said nodding to Flood. \"Hey Flood.\"\n\n---\nJack wandered into the gym and stood by himself. He never liked all of this but he had to train more. Strength was not a problem because of his genes but it was his speed. So he hopped on one of the tredmills and just started running.", "username": "Avanhelsing", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Phoebe narrowed her eyes at Flood \"if I get hit by a paint bomb, I will not be happy. Why do you do such things?\" She asked, looking over as Ryan sat down, a smile already forming, but when she saw that he was tired, concern entered her expression. She gave him a hug, \"is that why you are tired?\" She asked\n\nKalinda just settled herself, and within moments, had weights in the air, seeing how far she could lift them, as well as for how long", "username": "MarshiestMallow", "char_name": "Phoebe" }, { "text": "Ryan tried to catch his breath as he kept breathing heavy.\" I had to run more than I had before. Gotta keep going fast.\" He said looking around. There was still something off. \"I still have a lot of work to do.\"", "username": "Avanhelsing", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Phoebe frowned, waiting until he caught his breath, before asking \"What's wrong? it can't just be the training\" She said, concern evident in her voice, and she studied him, handing him her water", "username": "MarshiestMallow", "char_name": "Phoebe" }, { "text": "Devika took a covert glance at Nicholas, briefly lifting her eyebrows in surprise. Nick was so quiet and kind of unassuming. She hadn't expected him to look that fit. Then again, no one expected her to be able to be in shape either...\n\n\"Well, not just that. Just trying to bring myself up to a stronger level. I think I'm about done with the treadmill, and my arms are getting good too.\" She flexed, her thick arm showing a small, but definite bulge of muscle. \"No more pudding arms for me!\"", "username": "Mistress Dizzy", "char_name": "Devika Jones" }, { "text": "\"I can see that...well we can try to work on your leg muscles...or we could on your ab muscles..\" Nicholas said taking a quick look at her thick thighs holding down a blush and feeling a hot tingle in his body.\n\n\"Or we could work more on your arm muscles...if you want too\" He said looking back at her eyes,The sweat off of the sweater was contacting around his body showing more of his six pack.", "username": "Eviledd1984", "char_name": null }, { "text": "-snip-", "username": "twave", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Nicholas at first looked around slowly turning his head form side to side before looking back at Devika ignoring Estella was doing,His mind was now some place else at the moment he was more focused on talking to Devika.", "username": "Eviledd1984", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Devika nodded a bit, feeling a sudden wave of an emotion that she didn't recognize fully. It was like a tingling, discomfort, apprehensive feeling, but it was warm. Strange. She looked to Nicholas, adjusting her glasses. \"You okay, Nick? I'm feeling some kinda anxiety.\" She really hoped he wasn't going to be too bothered by her unwillingness to go out with him. It wasn't him, really. It was her, and her power. All she'd seen when Nick had asked her on a date was the first (and last) boy she'd let herself love, and the consequences of that.", "username": "Mistress Dizzy", "char_name": "Devika Jones" }, { "text": "Kalinda\n\nThe weights fell to the ground with a loud clatter, at the wave of hot emotion that washed over Kalinda.\"Jesus Nick, empaths in the room!\" She shouted, rising, knowing she just needed to get out the gym now. \n\nIn the fresh air, she felt better. She pressed her fingers to her eyes, taking three deep breaths. She knew Nicholas had feelings for Devika, but, hell some sort of warning would have been nice. It seemed like Devika was completely unaware about those emotions. \n\nShe walked through the cool morning air, putting as much distance between herself, and the gym, and was soon immersed in the crowd of people getting food, their emotions seeming to settle and calm her. \n\nConnor\n\nConnor headed down to the cafeteria, despite the fact he wasn't that hungry, perhaps a first for him. He saw some of his classmates together at a table, and hesitated to go over, but just grabbed some food and grabbed an empty table.\n\nHe took out his phone, laying it on the table, after tapping on it for a moment, bringing up a search, testing out the satellite hacking he had installed for his suit, seeing If it worked. He set it to seath for both or either of his parents, and soon it showed his mother, going for her normal morning walk.", "username": "MarshiestMallow", "char_name": "Phoebe" }, { "text": "Ryan grumbled and looked at her. \"It's dear old Dad again. He keeps railing on me about not training or something else. He is pissed with me or something...\" He said sounding rather sad. \"It's nothing, really. So what's your plan for today?\" He asked smiling at her.", "username": "Avanhelsing", "char_name": null }, { "text": "\"Good Morning Flood.\" she greeted, taking a seat.\n\nMakoto smiled at the little exchange between Phoebe and Flood. Though it would be a pain, she thought the paint bombs would be kind of funny. It was paint, so no-one would truly get hurt. If he had planted real bombs she would be concerned. Makoto began to eat her breakfast, fruit and some oatmeal. It was warm and refreshing, she always enjoyed healthier food. There was something crisp and fresh about it that she just loved. \n\n\"Good morning Ryan.\" Makoto greeted when he came to sit with them. Again she listened as Phoebe and Ryan interacted. She could tell how much they meant to each other just by how they interacted with one another. It was wonderful and she was happy for Phoebe but... it also made her ache with loneliness. She had no family, no one to be close to that she could share the day's events with. Soon Makoto began to just focus on her meal and inadvertently make herself as invisible as she felt. She felt for Ryan though, her mom had put really tough expectations on her as well... when she was alive. Makoto wanted to help if she could but she nether had any advice for him nor thought it was her place to speak up. Plus, he changed the subject fairly quickly, not wanting to talk about it either in public or at all. Makoto hoped that she was not witnessing the beginning of a butting of heads in their relationship.\n\n\"Hey Flood, do you know when gym starts?\" Makoto asked, trying to move her brain along and focus on something other than the feeling of her heart being compressed.", "username": "Hidden Lilly", "char_name": "Makoto まこと (Gale) Izumi" }, { "text": "Hearing Kat's response made Lee grin even more. \"Well my name is Lee and before such a nasty event occurs to my face...\" he said introducing himself. \"May I have the honor of knowing the name of the face that may throw me across the room?\" He asked in friendly tone of voice as he sat there watching Kat all the while the grin never left his face even as she spoke.", "username": "Z2010Deadmeat", "char_name": "Lee (Last name unknown)" }, { "text": "Well, he certainly was sure of himself. She quickly looked to the clock, there was time so why not fight fire with fire? Or whatever other banal phrase they used with abundance round here. She leaned forward matching his grin with a soft smile which was not wholly innocent. \"For now, you can call me Kat. So tell me Lee\" she said, drawing out his name \"there are plenty of people around, why talk to me?\" Oh validate me white knight, and confirm your importance. It was so cliche it was almost embarrassing if it were not so easy.", "username": "Klyix", "char_name": "Eldkatla 'Kat' Lokidóttir" }, { "text": "\"Gym starts in 24 minutes and 18 seconds exactly. And as previously said, I was not in control of my body when setting them. To be honest, not even I know where they're planted.\" Flood explained as he finished his food. \" Wow Ryan, you're tired. Hell is chilly today.\"", "username": "Flood", "char_name": null } ]
Makoto just stared at Flood. She didn't think he was a telepath but how did he know she had been thinking about the paint bombs. "Thanks..." she said hesitantly. Curiosity over taking her she asked what she thought may have potentially been an inappropriate or rude question. "Flood, what are your powers exactly?" Makoto was prepared to answer the question back to the best of her ability if he asked her in turn. Due to her focus on figuring Flood's powers out it took her a moment to catch what he had said to/about Ryan. Makoto guessed he was generally an energetic guy. Makoto still wanted to offer her help, even if it was only a little bit but she was so new... it didn't feel right in this setting to do so. Especially since she wanted to keep Phoebe as a friend, she didn't want to accidentally step on any toes.
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Hidden Lilly
Makoto まこと (Gale) Izumi
Gender: Female Age: 17 PARENTS: Storm mentored her but her birth parents were Kaito and Jessica Izumi Powers: Lightning and electrical currents. She can manipulate intensity of the electrical energy as well as form. She can withstand higher levels of electrical disturbances in her body than other people. She also has the ability of cytokinesis (self healing). Studying a mix of Chinese martial arts; Baguazhang and Iron Palm - Being able to manipulate what voltage of power she releases during a strike (knows how to release it but can't control how much to release) - how to accurately generate electricity by herself - the martial arts styles listed Voltage Reference Bio: Makoto's father was Japanese and her mother was Caucasian/Canadian. They lived happily together in a small home. At the age of 10 her father was diagnosed with cancer. He battled and they tried to get him the best treatment they could. In the end the doctors had caught it too late and he died when Makoto was 12. Makoto's mother did her best to cope and continue to raise Makoto the best she could. The loss of her father took quite a toll on her mother. She began to drink in secret. As time went on and the effectiveness of alcohol wore off, Makoto's mom began to drink more frequently and in greater amounts. Often her mom would go to a local bar and not be home until practically the next morning just in time to go to work. One morning, Makoto awoke to the doorbell ringing. She opened it and to her surprise there was a police officer there. He explained to her that earlier in the evening her mother had gotten into a car crash while still intoxicated and died. In a way Makoto was glad that when her mom crashed, she hadn't hit another car and killed others, but she was still pained by her mother's passing. Makoto was 14. There were not many people left around her since her mother had pushed most of their family friends away and didn't make it easy to build relationships with people at school (not allowed to go out or have people over). Makoto managed alright after that, being in a suspended state of shock. Her world came crashing down one day when it came to the attention of her high school teachers that she was underage and without parents. Child services was notified and Makoto did not take the action lightly. It made everything real, she couldn't just pretend that her mother was still out at a bar somewhere. It was in this moment that 15 year old Makoto manifested her powers, scaring the social worker and company away. She tried to pack up and leave, maybe find somewhere else to go so that they couldn't find her again. Maybe enroll in a night school or something to continue her education. As she bundled up and left, it was spring, she couldn't help but notice that as she walked by people their hair would begin to stand on end. If she loitered people would begin discussing that it's a phenomenon that happens right before a lightning strike, yet no storms were forecasted. It was all too close to the truth for Makoto and she kept moving until she came across a quiet area she could sit and think without hurting anyone. She closed her eyes, trying to calm herself down. "Hello young lady." Makoto looked up. There was a very attractive woman standing in front of her, talking to her. "You seem upset, are you alright?" "I'm fine." This woman made her uncomfortable. Something was wrong… "Are you sure? Why don't you let me buy you a hot chocolate?" The woman persisted. "No thanks, I'm alright." Makoto began to squirm and try to scoot away. "No, you need to come with me." The woman reached out to grab Makoto's wrist, succeeding. "No! Let go!" Makoto yelled, releasing an amplified amount of the static electricity she created into the area and the women. The lady cried out in pain, her skin flipping like scales to reveal many identities and settling on a blue face. Makoto was stunned, as much about the woman as she was about herself. She tried to get up and run but by the time she was able to recover herself, the woman was moving again. The people around had begun to shriek and cry out for help. Not long after other people, mutants clashed in a fray. Makoto seemed to be in the middle of it. Finally she seemed to land under the care of a team of mutants in black and yellow uniforms. "What's going on?" Makoto asked, trying to put pieces together. "Where are you taking me?" "To a safer place than this where you can learn to control your powers." A woman with silver hair said to her. Soon and with little argument from Makoto, they were off. It wasn't long before they arrived at their destination, The Academy. Appearance: Appearance Classes: - Chinease Martial Arts - Power Development - Advanced Anatomy and Physiology - Gym?
[ { "text": "Ryan looked over her in shock. \"He is the Batman! If he doesn't murder me now he might later!\" He said with mock fear. \"She should be easy. Course she does not like me all that much after that last time...\" He said scratching his head.", "username": "Avanhelsing", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Phoebe laughed, \"He won't hurt you. Because it will hurt me, and I don't think he wants that\" She pointed out, shifting slightly, looking to Flood and Makoto. \"I don't know what my mother will think\" She said truthfully", "username": "MarshiestMallow", "char_name": "Phoebe" }, { "text": "\"Just once, at lunch yesterday briefly.\" Makoto answered. She hadn't expected Ryan to really remember her from the small interaction they had. \"My name is Makoto.\" She decided that maybe she could give both names \"...but please, call me Gale.\" Makoto decided that she couldn't totally leave her past behind her but maybe working through it was better. Maybe instead of completely shedding Makoto to be Gale, she could evolve into Gale from Makoto. \"It's amazing that you can run that far and so fast…\" So many of the other student's powers astounded her. She was never able to place what kind of person with what kind of power she would encounter next.\n\nWhen Flood proceeded to cut of his hand Makoto let out a shrill scream of horror and astonishment. She just looked at him mildly horrified and disturbed. She stayed in this state until she was clearly addressed. Makoto finally looked away from Flood to answer Phoebe. \n\n\"Yes… I think you did. I would really enjoy that.\" She said, quietly and slowly, still somewhat trying to get over the shock of what Flood had just done. She listened to the easy conversation between Ryan and Phoebe. Batglare seemed to give away that Phoebe's father was Batman, but her power was vines? She was sure that eventually, someday, she may sort out how her classmates came across their powers. Many seemed to come by it honestly, but she had no clue about herself.", "username": "Hidden Lilly", "char_name": "Makoto まこと (Gale) Izumi" }, { "text": "\"Because why not Kat?\" Lee asked drawing out her name in the same manner. \"I do not prefer interacting with large groups at once. Its too much noise and confusion. Something I do not enjoy dealing with.\" He said. \"Besides...your not the same as the others are you? No...I can see it in your eyes. You seem to get a thrill out of trouble don't you? You don't directly cause it though, after all if you did you would not be sitting by yourself. No you prefer it when something curious comes to you. Then like a fire with wood thrown on it, you watch as your work increases the flames.\" Lee said enjoying the conversation he was having with this young woman\n\n\"Its not anarchy you enjoy to cause. No its more...mischievous I think. After all that's what you are trying to do now isn't it? Lure me in by drawing ever so gently closer with that sweet smile on your face. Your wanting to see how I will react to such action.\" Lee concluded with a small chuckle. \"Im an avid reader myself. Though instead of books I prefer reading people. I can tell beneath that pretty face and that sweet smile is someone who is different from everyone else here and doesn't deny it one moment. You are someone that enjoys living by your own code and not another's. You do not follow others morals nor do you condemn them for their beliefs. You are a very unique shade of gray.\" Lee said not breaking eye contact with her own eyes. \"You are a very interesting read.\" He concluded.", "username": "Z2010Deadmeat", "char_name": "Lee (Last name unknown)" }, { "text": "Ryan nodded at Makoto and grinned. \"I have a very quick memory loss. In one ear out the next.\" He joked eating a bagel quickly. \"It has it's drawbacks. I an't run as fast as I want to or else I could either make a tear in the fabric of space time or escape the gravity of Earth.\" He said shrugging. He turned to look at Phoebe. \"She is going to try and kill me. I already know she will. She tried to do it before.\" He said sounding worried again. \"It's worth it though. With out a doubt.\"", "username": "Avanhelsing", "char_name": null }, { "text": "\"Don't worry, I'm fine. Get used to things like that, I get so many injuries like that while fighting. I was partially beheaded once. Oh I also have Ice powers I awakened recently.\" He froze his wrist so his hand wouldn't come off while it was healing.", "username": "Flood", "char_name": null }, { "text": "That was what Phoebe was worried about as well. Her mother. Her mother was a wild card that she couldn't easily read. \"I know. But I won't let her hurt you. Don't worry. It will be good. And I think if she knows nicholas likes you, then she might be more at ease. So...you should make a good impression on my bother\"", "username": "MarshiestMallow", "char_name": "Phoebe" }, { "text": "Ryan nodded his head and looked over at her. \"Any tips on that front. That guy werids me out honestly. Dude is really odd. But if it means your mother won't murder me then I'll be friendly with him. Could use some pointers honestly.\" He said softly still eating. He grinned over at flood.", "username": "Avanhelsing", "char_name": null }, { "text": "\"I'll try...\" Makoto said, referring to Flood. \n\n\"Would she really try to kill you?\" She asked as much to Phoebe as to Ryan about facing her mother. Who was she? Makoto's mind began to dance with how her parents would have reacted if she got engaged. It hurt to think so, her parents would mean well... but would they have been able to show it? Makoto leaned back to sit in a neutral position in the chair. She didn't want to think about what was right now. Again, her heart felt both like it was being crushed and like it wasn't in her chest at all.", "username": "Hidden Lilly", "char_name": "Makoto まこと (Gale) Izumi" }, { "text": "\"Well, yesterday. And probably the future.\" She figeteted a bit and ran her hands through her hair with frustration. \"I remember saying that to you before. I remember a lot of things where you are there and I don't know why.\"", "username": "twave", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Phoebe looked over to Makoto and said, \"Its kinda a long story. My mother is pamela Isley, probably more commonly known as Poison Ivy. Nicholas and I share her as a mother. Um. I actually left the school for a little while, some time ago. Ryan wanted to come with me. My mother discouraged that\" She said, looking to Ryan once more. \"Nick is...well, he is odd. But he's nice, and sweet, in an odd way. Just...be yourself\"", "username": "MarshiestMallow", "char_name": "Phoebe" }, { "text": "\"Nick is one of the few people who tolerated me right off the bat. It probably had to do with our mutual love of psychology.\" Flood added with a nostalgic smile. \"I have a mask that can show you your deepest fears. It's in my jacket pocket actually.\" He took out the blank white mask and put it on. \"I'm still working on it, but I could probably give someone a heart attack with this. If I wanted to.\"", "username": "Flood", "char_name": null }, { "text": "She didn't flinch at his deft report, but her mind was whirring far quicker than before. He recognised her - or her father. As true to her as they were, his words were vague enough they could apply to him also. They looked alike, she knew as much and he'd seen the book which was another huge indicator. She wasn't hiding either; it was entirely possible she threw on something Asgardian this morning, hair rings or jewelry, but enough that she might has well written it across her face for anyone who cared to see. Gods, this place was dulling her. \n\nThen again, maybe she was over thinking it. She was bored and recent events had only made her realise as such; one might think it would be enough to sate her for now but it had only made her miss the world she had left behind even more. Who was to say that need wasn't radiating off her, hanging in the air about her as an almost physical presence. Stranger things had happened. But for now she couldn't know the truth, now was the time to walk between the two.\n\nShe gave a light laugh, looking away for a moment as she straightened up. \"You got me but can you really blame a girl for trying? The monotony around here, it's mind-numbing. Yet everyone seems content to drift along.\" She gave a small shrug and tore off a small piece of bread and popped it in her mouth. \"Don't ever call me grey though.\"", "username": "Klyix", "char_name": "Eldkatla 'Kat' Lokidóttir" }, { "text": "\"I don't intend too. I rather like the name Kat actually.\" Lee responded back with a small mischievous smile. \"Though I have to agree the atmosphere of this entire place is as you say mind-numbing. It may as well be a prison instead of a school.\" Lee said with a bored sigh looking around the cafeteria as the various peer groups converse with one another. \"Instead of drifting along with the current. Would you instead like to make a few ripples?\" He suggested the grin forming back on his face as he watched her continue to eat before taking another bite out of his apple and swallowing. \n\n\"Its just something to muse over.\" Lee said with a shrug. \"If this routine truly bores you I may be able to help break it. I can start the fire...but will you throw the wood and gas onto it?\" he asked with a small smile", "username": "Z2010Deadmeat", "char_name": "Lee (Last name unknown)" } ]
Poison Ivy... Makoto realized that she was going to really work on catching up on some old time hero/villain news. With a name like that, It was no wonder Phoebe had controlling vines as her power. Phoebe's description of the situation, though brief, seemed rather heated. Makoto decided that she wouldn't touch the subject anymore. It sounded both personal and sensitive. Makoto turned to look at Flood as he spoke about the mask. She turned away by the time he brought it to his face. "That is both an amazing weapon and making me uncomfortable." She said to Flood. She didn't even want to know what her deepest fear was. There were lots of things she feared and in her current emotional state, she didn't think there was much she could handle. The events of yesterday ever gnawed on her. "Maybe save that for a real fight?" She suggested. Makoto wanted to offer her assistance to Phoebe and Ryan but with it being about their engagement and all... it seemed like something she should leave to them to sort out.
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Hidden Lilly
Makoto まこと (Gale) Izumi
Gender: Female Age: 17 PARENTS: Storm mentored her but her birth parents were Kaito and Jessica Izumi Powers: Lightning and electrical currents. She can manipulate intensity of the electrical energy as well as form. She can withstand higher levels of electrical disturbances in her body than other people. She also has the ability of cytokinesis (self healing). Studying a mix of Chinese martial arts; Baguazhang and Iron Palm - Being able to manipulate what voltage of power she releases during a strike (knows how to release it but can't control how much to release) - how to accurately generate electricity by herself - the martial arts styles listed Voltage Reference Bio: Makoto's father was Japanese and her mother was Caucasian/Canadian. They lived happily together in a small home. At the age of 10 her father was diagnosed with cancer. He battled and they tried to get him the best treatment they could. In the end the doctors had caught it too late and he died when Makoto was 12. Makoto's mother did her best to cope and continue to raise Makoto the best she could. The loss of her father took quite a toll on her mother. She began to drink in secret. As time went on and the effectiveness of alcohol wore off, Makoto's mom began to drink more frequently and in greater amounts. Often her mom would go to a local bar and not be home until practically the next morning just in time to go to work. One morning, Makoto awoke to the doorbell ringing. She opened it and to her surprise there was a police officer there. He explained to her that earlier in the evening her mother had gotten into a car crash while still intoxicated and died. In a way Makoto was glad that when her mom crashed, she hadn't hit another car and killed others, but she was still pained by her mother's passing. Makoto was 14. There were not many people left around her since her mother had pushed most of their family friends away and didn't make it easy to build relationships with people at school (not allowed to go out or have people over). Makoto managed alright after that, being in a suspended state of shock. Her world came crashing down one day when it came to the attention of her high school teachers that she was underage and without parents. Child services was notified and Makoto did not take the action lightly. It made everything real, she couldn't just pretend that her mother was still out at a bar somewhere. It was in this moment that 15 year old Makoto manifested her powers, scaring the social worker and company away. She tried to pack up and leave, maybe find somewhere else to go so that they couldn't find her again. Maybe enroll in a night school or something to continue her education. As she bundled up and left, it was spring, she couldn't help but notice that as she walked by people their hair would begin to stand on end. If she loitered people would begin discussing that it's a phenomenon that happens right before a lightning strike, yet no storms were forecasted. It was all too close to the truth for Makoto and she kept moving until she came across a quiet area she could sit and think without hurting anyone. She closed her eyes, trying to calm herself down. "Hello young lady." Makoto looked up. There was a very attractive woman standing in front of her, talking to her. "You seem upset, are you alright?" "I'm fine." This woman made her uncomfortable. Something was wrong… "Are you sure? Why don't you let me buy you a hot chocolate?" The woman persisted. "No thanks, I'm alright." Makoto began to squirm and try to scoot away. "No, you need to come with me." The woman reached out to grab Makoto's wrist, succeeding. "No! Let go!" Makoto yelled, releasing an amplified amount of the static electricity she created into the area and the women. The lady cried out in pain, her skin flipping like scales to reveal many identities and settling on a blue face. Makoto was stunned, as much about the woman as she was about herself. She tried to get up and run but by the time she was able to recover herself, the woman was moving again. The people around had begun to shriek and cry out for help. Not long after other people, mutants clashed in a fray. Makoto seemed to be in the middle of it. Finally she seemed to land under the care of a team of mutants in black and yellow uniforms. "What's going on?" Makoto asked, trying to put pieces together. "Where are you taking me?" "To a safer place than this where you can learn to control your powers." A woman with silver hair said to her. Soon and with little argument from Makoto, they were off. It wasn't long before they arrived at their destination, The Academy. Appearance: Appearance Classes: - Chinease Martial Arts - Power Development - Advanced Anatomy and Physiology - Gym?
[ { "text": "\"I don't intend too. I rather like the name Kat actually.\" Lee responded back with a small mischievous smile. \"Though I have to agree the atmosphere of this entire place is as you say mind-numbing. It may as well be a prison instead of a school.\" Lee said with a bored sigh looking around the cafeteria as the various peer groups converse with one another. \"Instead of drifting along with the current. Would you instead like to make a few ripples?\" He suggested the grin forming back on his face as he watched her continue to eat before taking another bite out of his apple and swallowing. \n\n\"Its just something to muse over.\" Lee said with a shrug. \"If this routine truly bores you I may be able to help break it. I can start the fire...but will you throw the wood and gas onto it?\" he asked with a small smile", "username": "Z2010Deadmeat", "char_name": "Lee (Last name unknown)" }, { "text": "Poison Ivy... Makoto realized that she was going to really work on catching up on some old time hero/villain news. With a name like that, It was no wonder Phoebe had controlling vines as her power. Phoebe's description of the situation, though brief, seemed rather heated. Makoto decided that she wouldn't touch the subject anymore. It sounded both personal and sensitive.\n\nMakoto turned to look at Flood as he spoke about the mask. She turned away by the time he brought it to his face. \n\n\"That is both an amazing weapon and making me uncomfortable.\" She said to Flood. She didn't even want to know what her deepest fear was. There were lots of things she feared and in her current emotional state, she didn't think there was much she could handle. The events of yesterday ever gnawed on her. \"Maybe save that for a real fight?\" She suggested.\n\nMakoto wanted to offer her assistance to Phoebe and Ryan but with it being about their engagement and all... it seemed like something she should leave to them to sort out.", "username": "Hidden Lilly", "char_name": "Makoto まこと (Gale) Izumi" }, { "text": "They certainly weren't following the usual script. 'Who are your parents? What are your powers?' Change could be refreshing, change could be dangerous. He was just a cock-sure teenager with something to prove. Then again it could be too much of a coincidence, the stranger who seemed to already know so much. She listened to his proposal showing no obvious signs of interest or disinterest, tearing the bread to pieces as she ate. Kat wasn't here to make friends, but she wasn't here to make enemies either. Clean hands, that's what's important.\n\nShe was quiet only for a moment, before she turned to look at him again. \"You're the one who claims to be so great at reading people. Are you willing to test it? Throw me something curious and find out.\" She said with a smirk. \"But remember, boys who play with fire get their fingers burnt.\" It wasn't a threat, that much was clear, maybe a warning was is more apt.", "username": "Klyix", "char_name": "Eldkatla 'Kat' Lokidóttir" }, { "text": "\"Don't worry it's not on.\" He took off the mask and showed her the inside. There was a tinny button inside along with several switches and knobs.", "username": "Flood", "char_name": null }, { "text": "\"You're easy for me to read, but probably not for others. I've spent my lifetime learning to discern people's emotions before I get close enough to feel them.\" She looked at the machine, and was curious about the expression on Nicholas' face. Was he tearing up? She wouldn't force him, though.\n\n\"Okay, how do I use this?\"\n\n\n\nKijani didn't know how long Connor had been near her. She'd been shoveling in pancakes without even tasting them, her mind spinning in circles about her plan, the plan she really didn't want to make. But if she was going to take her power back, she had to do it herself. She was going to protect the people she cared for, no matter what she had to do.\n\n\"Morning.\" She smiled at him, forcing her lips upward. \"You look happy.\"", "username": "Mistress Dizzy", "char_name": "Kijani Ryane" }, { "text": "\"You will always be singed when playing with fire. A boy cries and pout. A man will laugh it off.\" Lee said leaning forward \"Now that I have you lured in. Let's see how you react to a bit of curiosity.\" Lee said saying a quick prayer to his late mentor with what he was about to do in his head. \"Let the game begin Kat.\" and before Kat could respond he quickly pressed his lips against hers.\n\nThe action was sudden and quick. Kat had wanted to lure the young thief in with her actions. Instead he made sure to take use of his greatest assest. The element of surprise. Then within a few seconds that felt longer than they should have he disconnected from her. \"Good luck.\" Lee whispered before getting up. Of course she may do nothing just to spite him and prove he wasnt curious enough\n\nThen again maybe her book he swiped while they were lip locked would. Standing at the door to the cafeteria, Lee smiled holding up said piece of arcane literature and gave a small bkw before quickly dashing out the door.\n\n\"OK I have about ten seconds before she comes through here and destroy me. \" Lee said quickly tucking the book in his jacket and pulling his hood over his head as he dashed througg the halls. Reaching onto his back Lee removed his staff which extended into its full position. \"Let the party start\" he said", "username": "Z2010Deadmeat", "char_name": "Lee (Last name unknown)" }, { "text": "\"Well first you have to get on it hold into the bars with your hands and move only your upper body so the spring can bring you up to work on your stomach,Oh and I forgot to rest your legs here\" Nicholas said now in his monotone voice touching the leg rest of the machine.\n\nAlthough he thought her stomach was magnificent and wished he could tell her other wise but a doubt in his head said that it could help her in crime fighting and he wanted to help her as much as he could.", "username": "Eviledd1984", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Phoebe watched as Flood took out his mask, putting it on. While she was sure he wouldn't aim at dong anything over Breakfast, you could never be sure with Flood. \"How did you make it work?\" She asked, \"Everyone experiences fear differently, right?\"\n\n***\n\n\"And you don't\" Connor replied, sitting down. \"You seem worried. Stressed, but that isn't anything new with you. And I can practically hear the cogs working in your mind.\" he said softly", "username": "MarshiestMallow", "char_name": "Phoebe" }, { "text": "Devika did as she was instructed, and groaned in pain as she tried it out. \"Oww! Oh, holy crap...\" She winced and held her abdomen. \"Man, is it supposed to hurt like that?\" She poked her soft stomach with a fingertip. \n\n\n\nKijani knew he was reading her eyes, and so she turned them to her food. How the heck had she made it through almost all of those pancakes? \"Is there a question, Connor?\" She snatched up her phone, but before she turned it on, she caught sight of her reflection on the screen. Her hair was half-escaped of it's ponytail, and she'd managed to miss a button on her shirt. The shirt was yesterday's shirt... Was she really losing her mind to walk around in public looking like a slob?\n\n\"I'm stressed and I'm thinking.\" She lifted her shoulders in a weak shrug. \"That's kind of a usual mode for me.\"", "username": "Mistress Dizzy", "char_name": null }, { "text": "\"Unfortunately it is like they say no pain no gain...but perhaps just go slowly at your own pace so not to hurt yourself further...\" Nicholas said deadpan watching her closely.\n\n\"Damn she is so sexy...\" The thought coming to his head but ignored it by chuckling on how dumb it was since she was no into him.", "username": "Eviledd1984", "char_name": null }, { "text": "The kiss made her feel nothing - maybe that was sad but it was definitely a thought for another time - but it definitely worked as a distraction. She didn't have to wait for his flaunting to notice what had happened, the glaring blankness of the table was immediately evident to her. Kat looked up to the doorway as he disappeared and had to decide then and there what to do. If she was another girl she would go straight to an authority figure; the case was damning when spun the right way which would be easy enough. But she was not another girl and the weak, vulnerable act wouldn't work around here.\n\nInstead she stood and walked - not run - out and into the halls. Unfortunately for Lee she had been in attendance for far longer than she liked, she knew the building inside and out. Seeing the way he ran off Kat ducked in the opposite direction, expertly navigating her way around. She briefly considered meeting him with fire but the set-up would be no where near the payoff; that was just the dramatic flair that would get her killed one day. She walked out in time to see Lee turn the corner and stood her ground, blocking his way as those who were around quickly scuttled away.\n\n\"That was a neat trick but it won't work twice. Seems a shame to waste it on a book you can't read.\" One look at him now showed the contents of the book were secondary to its worth. She noted his staff but drew no weapon of her own, it would only reveal a power of hers anyway which she would forestall for as long as possible. Keep your hands clean. \"Give it back, or we start playing the game by my rules. And here I was thinking we were on the same team...\" As she stood tall before him she considered the many responses and briefly wondered whose word would be believed: the thief or the deceiver.", "username": "Klyix", "char_name": "Eldkatla 'Kat' Lokidóttir" }, { "text": "Connor sighed. \"It's more then that, Kijani. You look as though you just shoved whatever you could on. Which isn't like you\" he said. \"it's more then that, but I'm not going to push\" He said, giving a shrug himself. \"The satellite hacking works. I tested it, with m mother.\" He said easily, \"I'm going to try it out later, see if I can find Magneto\" His tone was conversational.", "username": "MarshiestMallow", "char_name": "Phoebe" } ]
Makoto looked at the intricacies of the mask Flood had made. She agreed with Phoebe. "Yeah, the inside looks so intricate, wouldn't it be uncomfortable? Could you depict multiple people's fear at once?" She wondered allowed. If many people were looking at the mask at once, then it would have to project many different fears, or a common fear.
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Hidden Lilly
Makoto まこと (Gale) Izumi
Gender: Female Age: 17 PARENTS: Storm mentored her but her birth parents were Kaito and Jessica Izumi Powers: Lightning and electrical currents. She can manipulate intensity of the electrical energy as well as form. She can withstand higher levels of electrical disturbances in her body than other people. She also has the ability of cytokinesis (self healing). Studying a mix of Chinese martial arts; Baguazhang and Iron Palm - Being able to manipulate what voltage of power she releases during a strike (knows how to release it but can't control how much to release) - how to accurately generate electricity by herself - the martial arts styles listed Voltage Reference Bio: Makoto's father was Japanese and her mother was Caucasian/Canadian. They lived happily together in a small home. At the age of 10 her father was diagnosed with cancer. He battled and they tried to get him the best treatment they could. In the end the doctors had caught it too late and he died when Makoto was 12. Makoto's mother did her best to cope and continue to raise Makoto the best she could. The loss of her father took quite a toll on her mother. She began to drink in secret. As time went on and the effectiveness of alcohol wore off, Makoto's mom began to drink more frequently and in greater amounts. Often her mom would go to a local bar and not be home until practically the next morning just in time to go to work. One morning, Makoto awoke to the doorbell ringing. She opened it and to her surprise there was a police officer there. He explained to her that earlier in the evening her mother had gotten into a car crash while still intoxicated and died. In a way Makoto was glad that when her mom crashed, she hadn't hit another car and killed others, but she was still pained by her mother's passing. Makoto was 14. There were not many people left around her since her mother had pushed most of their family friends away and didn't make it easy to build relationships with people at school (not allowed to go out or have people over). Makoto managed alright after that, being in a suspended state of shock. Her world came crashing down one day when it came to the attention of her high school teachers that she was underage and without parents. Child services was notified and Makoto did not take the action lightly. It made everything real, she couldn't just pretend that her mother was still out at a bar somewhere. It was in this moment that 15 year old Makoto manifested her powers, scaring the social worker and company away. She tried to pack up and leave, maybe find somewhere else to go so that they couldn't find her again. Maybe enroll in a night school or something to continue her education. As she bundled up and left, it was spring, she couldn't help but notice that as she walked by people their hair would begin to stand on end. If she loitered people would begin discussing that it's a phenomenon that happens right before a lightning strike, yet no storms were forecasted. It was all too close to the truth for Makoto and she kept moving until she came across a quiet area she could sit and think without hurting anyone. She closed her eyes, trying to calm herself down. "Hello young lady." Makoto looked up. There was a very attractive woman standing in front of her, talking to her. "You seem upset, are you alright?" "I'm fine." This woman made her uncomfortable. Something was wrong… "Are you sure? Why don't you let me buy you a hot chocolate?" The woman persisted. "No thanks, I'm alright." Makoto began to squirm and try to scoot away. "No, you need to come with me." The woman reached out to grab Makoto's wrist, succeeding. "No! Let go!" Makoto yelled, releasing an amplified amount of the static electricity she created into the area and the women. The lady cried out in pain, her skin flipping like scales to reveal many identities and settling on a blue face. Makoto was stunned, as much about the woman as she was about herself. She tried to get up and run but by the time she was able to recover herself, the woman was moving again. The people around had begun to shriek and cry out for help. Not long after other people, mutants clashed in a fray. Makoto seemed to be in the middle of it. Finally she seemed to land under the care of a team of mutants in black and yellow uniforms. "What's going on?" Makoto asked, trying to put pieces together. "Where are you taking me?" "To a safer place than this where you can learn to control your powers." A woman with silver hair said to her. Soon and with little argument from Makoto, they were off. It wasn't long before they arrived at their destination, The Academy. Appearance: Appearance Classes: - Chinease Martial Arts - Power Development - Advanced Anatomy and Physiology - Gym?
[ { "text": "\"Newer is better? You aren't better then Zack and Griffin. You don't even give a damn about them. All you care about is being in control. You aren't better then them. You just think you are\" she shook her head, \"I know they can hear me, unless you have them in lock down. So. Griffin, you can't let Arnold just Conpletely run things. That's going to hurt Zack, and I know you don't want that. Zack. Help Griffin, help him to get through this. Please. I miss you both, and don't want to\nHave to forever interact with Arnold. I'll put up with him, for you guys. But I can't if I have to interact with him forever, without you two taking control every so often. Please. I miss you both. You've my friends\" she sighed softly, her expression softening.\n\n\"You are not better, if you can enjoy their pain and suffering, you are not better, Arnold.\" Her expression turned hard again, as she addressed Arnold", "username": "MarshiestMallow", "char_name": "Phoebe" }, { "text": "Griffin growled pushing Arnsld away . he looked at Kalinda with wild pain filled eyes before he was pulled back again. This time Zack's gentle eyes looked at her. \"We need time Kalinda. I know you dont like Arnakd but Griffin needs me so he has to be in charge. Give me a few days. I have to get Griffin stable. Mimic threw him into a major flashback. He doesn't seem to know where he his much less who he is.\" Their eyes shifted again to Arnold's more crafty eyes. \"I must remember to send Mimic a thank you card. I've never had so much fun.\"", "username": "KatherinWinter", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Makoto had gotten up to follow Flood and Phoebe to class when the sprinklers went off, thoughts of still needing gym clothes fled from her mind. She had quickly put distance between herself and Flood to try and find a place close by with little water, then he brought out his guns. The guy was practically dancing in the 'rain'. Makoto wanted to get out of the area with water as soon as possible. She didn't want her powers to activate on their own due to her lack of control and hurt someone. She felt like a human live wire, if she could still be considered human. She had heard some call people like her mutants, in the plane ride to The Academy and as people cried out in fear as the X-Men rescued her. \n\n\"Phoebe? Phoebe?\" Makoto called to her… friend. \"I can't be here.\" The wild fear clear on her face. Without meaning to, her fear, her emotions were inadvertently activating her powers. The water at her feet, should anyone step into it, would feel like its softly tingling.", "username": "Hidden Lilly", "char_name": "Makoto まこと (Gale) Izumi" }, { "text": "\"I don't know, hence the searching.\" She replied, quickly looking about the room. Too many possibilities. She sighed and turned to Nicholas. \"If you want to help, search the room, especially any doors he could have gone though. And if you find anything, shout.\" She said before running to one of the open windows and jumping out. She landed on her toes and straightened up. Where-oh-where could he be?", "username": "Klyix", "char_name": "Eldkatla 'Kat' Lokidóttir" }, { "text": "Nicholas slowly started to walk around the room his eyes looking around the room,\"He has to be near...I can feel him...\" He thought to himself stopping near a desk,His mind was racing of the many hiding spots he could be in and looked up a the vents so of course he made the educated guess and sent his vines.\n\nHe hoped this would be where he is but didn't know so he could not be inside again he was making a guess.", "username": "Eviledd1984", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Devika walked by on her way toward the gym, and got hit with a wave of fear so bad she almost stumbled. Turning her head, it was clear who it had come from. She stepped closer to the terrified looking girl, smiling a bit and trying not to show her discomfort. She spoke low and soothing, emanating a slow wave of calm to try and ease the girl. \"Hey, hey... it's okay. Calm down, take a deep breath. From here.\" She touched her stomach, indicating that the girl should breathe from the diaphragm. Her boots were made for winter, and they were thick. The tingling water she was standing in had yet to even come to her attention. \"What can I do to help? Do you not want to get wet?\"", "username": "Mistress Dizzy", "char_name": "Devika Jones" }, { "text": "\"I know\" Kalinda said softly, but she feared the longer Arnold was in charge, the harder it would be for them to regain control. She didn't voice those fears, but instead said to Arnold's comment, \"I will kick your butt if I find in anyway you are bad for them. And I won't even have to touch you. You all have different emotional wave lengths. Some slight tweeting....and you will be a blubbering ball of emotions\" with that, she turned away. She contemplating not going to gym, but made her way there, going to long way around\n\n***\n\nAt Makoto'z distressed call, Phoebe turned, and ran to Her, Devika getting there first. Phoebe pounded into water, the slight tingling an annoyance and nothing more as she automatically wrapped vines around her feet. She stopped, not wantin to cause any more distress, and letting Devika handle it. But she did say \"it's okag\"l", "username": "MarshiestMallow", "char_name": "Phoebe" }, { "text": "Makoto didn't recognize the girl at first and then remembered that they had fought Mimic together. Phoebe seemed to trust her so she took a breath and tried to explain.\n\n\"I have little if any control over my powers,\" She began assuming that the girl remembered what her powers were. \"...and i'm surrounded by water. I don't want to hurt anyone.\" She tried another deep breath. \"Until I can get a hold of this, I don't think mixing me with water is a smart idea!\"", "username": "Hidden Lilly", "char_name": "Makoto まこと (Gale) Izumi" }, { "text": "-Five Minutes Earlier-\n\n\"By the way....\" Lee said slowly taking a step back. \"Did I tell you my rule no. 3?\" Lee asked taking yet another step back the grin on his face still visible beneath is dark hood. \"Improvise!\" with a twirl of his staff he slammed one of the ends resembling a wrench down causing both ends of the weapon to suddenly release its smoke bombs. Plumes of thick dark smoke quickly filled the hallway startling some of the students present watching the scene. \n\nGood the scene was now completely covered in smoke. With the students moving about in confusion he had to work quick. Pushing the door open wide enough to look suspicious. Before swinging his staff at the vent knocking the grate off and allowing it to hang by one screw. With his work done Lee quickly and silently began his next move as the sprinklers went off the sound of his staff retracting was heard with it being returned to his back. \n\n-Present Time-\n\n\"Crap\" He muttered under his breath struggling to return the book back into his coat. Being thin had its advantages but it still sucked being trapped in such a tight space dripping wet. At least on the bright side the book was not damaged nor even damp thanks to the inside lining of his coat. Then he heard it, sounded like something had just infiltrated the vent systems. \"Time to go.\" He realized suddenly before something that he would not prefer to happen to him. \n\nEver so gently Lee opened the door to the locker near where he used the smoke bomb. He had been hiding inside it the entire time while the others took the bait and left the scene. Thieving Rule No. 4: Always create a distraction. Even if it meant for his distractions to have distractions. Kat took the bait and entered the classroom and by the sound of things she's not even on this floor anymore. Though he didn't expect several others to join in on the hunt oh well that makes it even more fun. Pulling his hood down to look less suspicious Lee took his leave from the hallway. \n\n\"Now to go the one place they would never dare to look.\" he said already pleased with how this was going. Slipping down the stairs Lee made his way to the ground floor.", "username": "Z2010Deadmeat", "char_name": "Lee (Last name unknown)" }, { "text": "Nicholas sighed he could not feel anything or anyone inside of the vent,He stopped his search for the person that Kat was looking for letting his vines return to him.Once the vines returned back to him he walked back out of the classroom because he thought that it would be useless to find the person and it wasn't even his problem in the first place,\"Not my problem...why do...i even bother...\" Nicholas said to himself while someone was following him back to his dorm.", "username": "Eviledd1984", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Phoebe stepped in, and said softly \"It's okay, Gale. See over there? Just outside? There's no water. Lets get over there\" She said kindly, giving her a smile, and started that way herself, not offering her hand just yet in case Makoto's power was still active. \"It's going to be okay. Don't worry. Just a few steps and we will be outside\"", "username": "MarshiestMallow", "char_name": "Phoebe" }, { "text": "There was no sign of him about the grounds and no indication from Nicholas at having found anything. Ok, time for a little magic then. First she rid herself of all those small things she wore so often: taking off her necklace, her rings, the knife hidden in her boots, each faded into nothing. Next with a gentle wave of her hands a small smoking orb of magical energy appeared; it almost seemed alive as it moved about, circling her once before hovering in the air before her. \n\n\"Go on then, show me the way.\" She whispered, to herself more than anyone. At this point she had to hope that book was so saturated with her magic that it was a stronger call than any other residue about the building as it lead her around and to the nearest entrance to the building.", "username": "Klyix", "char_name": "Eldkatla 'Kat' Lokidóttir" } ]
Makoto's eyes focused first on the window, then the door as Phoebe moved towards it. She followed Phoebe outside shortly after. Makoto hadn't even realized there was a door from the cafeteria that lead outside. She felt silly an very embarrassed. It's what came with the immense amount of fear she was feeling, that only now as she stepped outside did she realize how strongly it came on. "Thank you, Phoebe."she half mumbled with flaming cheeks. Makoto looked back into the now nearly empty cafeteria. Some people had even left through the same door on the other side of the cafe. Having not known the available route to take to escape and the fact that she let fear over take her only fueled her embarrassment. "I'm sorry." Makoto said, hanging her head a little bit.
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Hidden Lilly
Makoto まこと (Gale) Izumi
Gender: Female Age: 17 PARENTS: Storm mentored her but her birth parents were Kaito and Jessica Izumi Powers: Lightning and electrical currents. She can manipulate intensity of the electrical energy as well as form. She can withstand higher levels of electrical disturbances in her body than other people. She also has the ability of cytokinesis (self healing). Studying a mix of Chinese martial arts; Baguazhang and Iron Palm - Being able to manipulate what voltage of power she releases during a strike (knows how to release it but can't control how much to release) - how to accurately generate electricity by herself - the martial arts styles listed Voltage Reference Bio: Makoto's father was Japanese and her mother was Caucasian/Canadian. They lived happily together in a small home. At the age of 10 her father was diagnosed with cancer. He battled and they tried to get him the best treatment they could. In the end the doctors had caught it too late and he died when Makoto was 12. Makoto's mother did her best to cope and continue to raise Makoto the best she could. The loss of her father took quite a toll on her mother. She began to drink in secret. As time went on and the effectiveness of alcohol wore off, Makoto's mom began to drink more frequently and in greater amounts. Often her mom would go to a local bar and not be home until practically the next morning just in time to go to work. One morning, Makoto awoke to the doorbell ringing. She opened it and to her surprise there was a police officer there. He explained to her that earlier in the evening her mother had gotten into a car crash while still intoxicated and died. In a way Makoto was glad that when her mom crashed, she hadn't hit another car and killed others, but she was still pained by her mother's passing. Makoto was 14. There were not many people left around her since her mother had pushed most of their family friends away and didn't make it easy to build relationships with people at school (not allowed to go out or have people over). Makoto managed alright after that, being in a suspended state of shock. Her world came crashing down one day when it came to the attention of her high school teachers that she was underage and without parents. Child services was notified and Makoto did not take the action lightly. It made everything real, she couldn't just pretend that her mother was still out at a bar somewhere. It was in this moment that 15 year old Makoto manifested her powers, scaring the social worker and company away. She tried to pack up and leave, maybe find somewhere else to go so that they couldn't find her again. Maybe enroll in a night school or something to continue her education. As she bundled up and left, it was spring, she couldn't help but notice that as she walked by people their hair would begin to stand on end. If she loitered people would begin discussing that it's a phenomenon that happens right before a lightning strike, yet no storms were forecasted. It was all too close to the truth for Makoto and she kept moving until she came across a quiet area she could sit and think without hurting anyone. She closed her eyes, trying to calm herself down. "Hello young lady." Makoto looked up. There was a very attractive woman standing in front of her, talking to her. "You seem upset, are you alright?" "I'm fine." This woman made her uncomfortable. Something was wrong… "Are you sure? Why don't you let me buy you a hot chocolate?" The woman persisted. "No thanks, I'm alright." Makoto began to squirm and try to scoot away. "No, you need to come with me." The woman reached out to grab Makoto's wrist, succeeding. "No! Let go!" Makoto yelled, releasing an amplified amount of the static electricity she created into the area and the women. The lady cried out in pain, her skin flipping like scales to reveal many identities and settling on a blue face. Makoto was stunned, as much about the woman as she was about herself. She tried to get up and run but by the time she was able to recover herself, the woman was moving again. The people around had begun to shriek and cry out for help. Not long after other people, mutants clashed in a fray. Makoto seemed to be in the middle of it. Finally she seemed to land under the care of a team of mutants in black and yellow uniforms. "What's going on?" Makoto asked, trying to put pieces together. "Where are you taking me?" "To a safer place than this where you can learn to control your powers." A woman with silver hair said to her. Soon and with little argument from Makoto, they were off. It wasn't long before they arrived at their destination, The Academy. Appearance: Appearance Classes: - Chinease Martial Arts - Power Development - Advanced Anatomy and Physiology - Gym?
[ { "text": "There was no sign of him about the grounds and no indication from Nicholas at having found anything. Ok, time for a little magic then. First she rid herself of all those small things she wore so often: taking off her necklace, her rings, the knife hidden in her boots, each faded into nothing. Next with a gentle wave of her hands a small smoking orb of magical energy appeared; it almost seemed alive as it moved about, circling her once before hovering in the air before her. \n\n\"Go on then, show me the way.\" She whispered, to herself more than anyone. At this point she had to hope that book was so saturated with her magic that it was a stronger call than any other residue about the building as it lead her around and to the nearest entrance to the building.", "username": "Klyix", "char_name": "Eldkatla 'Kat' Lokidóttir" }, { "text": "Makoto's eyes focused first on the window, then the door as Phoebe moved towards it. She followed Phoebe outside shortly after. Makoto hadn't even realized there was a door from the cafeteria that lead outside. She felt silly an very embarrassed. It's what came with the immense amount of fear she was feeling, that only now as she stepped outside did she realize how strongly it came on. \n\n\"Thank you, Phoebe.\"she half mumbled with flaming cheeks. Makoto looked back into the now nearly empty cafeteria. Some people had even left through the same door on the other side of the cafe. Having not known the available route to take to escape and the fact that she let fear over take her only fueled her embarrassment. \"I'm sorry.\" Makoto said, hanging her head a little bit.", "username": "Hidden Lilly", "char_name": "Makoto まこと (Gale) Izumi" }, { "text": "Lee was moving quick and quiet through the crowd of students. Some of which were soaked and complaining about how some idiot set off the sprinklers while fleeing from the local demigod...wait did they say Kat was some kind of demigod? Some were agreeing commenting how either brave or stupid someone was to bug a daughter of Loki no less. Oh crap whoever this Loki was did not sound good at all. Well no matter he still had the advantage!\n\nOr at least Lee did until a floating ball of energy stopped right in front of him. Sure enough in close pursuit of the orb was none other than the proper owner of the book. Welp Lee just broke Thieving Rule No.1: NEVER. GET. CAUGHT. With a small smile Lee chuckled a bit raising his hands up in defeat. \"Ok ok you got me.\" He said before reaching into his coat and removing Kat's book.", "username": "Z2010Deadmeat", "char_name": "Lee (Last name unknown)" }, { "text": "Katherin made her way to the gym. She was looking for Phoebe and Makoto when she spotted then. It looked like Makoto was all wet. What on Earth had happened. The new girl looked very upset. \"What happened? Is everyone alright? Can I help?\" She asked. She didn't know what the problem was but she would do what she could to help.", "username": "KatherinWinter", "char_name": "Katherin Winter" }, { "text": "Nicholas headed into his dorm licking the door behind him,He wanted to nap he had a long day and he needed the rest until he tomorrow when he can see Devika again.The thought disappeared when he heard a knock on the door,He usually does not opened the door for anyone but he thought it was Phoebe or Devika wanting to talk to him.\n\nOnce he opened the door he saw not see Phoebe or Devika but a tall lanky man wearing what looked like a poorly made mask,In his heart he knew who it was and made his spine tingle with something he has not felt in a long time and that was fear.\n\n\"You....\" Nichols said but was knocked out by the masked man and walked into the room locking it behind him since the man had some unfinished bushiness with Nicholas.", "username": "Eviledd1984", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Flood had made his way out of the vents and burst out of the locker room with multiple wounds on him. \"Adrenaline! Yeah!\" He yelled as he ran around with an insane amount of energy. He saw a suspicious looking fellow with a hood and then a magical orb began followers my him. \"Gotcha.\" Flood pulled out a gun and aimed it at Lee. He then saw the book. He recognized it as Kat's and he began formulating a plan. He noted his escape route, a nearby window, and looked at Lee. He mouthed the words, \"Toss me the book.\"", "username": "Flood", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Phoebe just gave Makoto a kind smile, and said \"it's okay. You will learn how to control your powers soon, I'm sure\" she now approached Makoto, and didn't hesitate, Giving her a hug. \"It's going to be okay. Trust me\" she smiled again, stepping back \"do you want to go get changed?\"", "username": "MarshiestMallow", "char_name": "Phoebe" }, { "text": "Makoto kind of half smiled at Katherin when she came over. \n\n\"I-I'm just not feeling the greatest.\" she tried to explain. Then, Phoebe hugged her. It was calming and nice to have someone care for her, someone she could call friend. She hadn't been able to truly call someone that in years. Makoto gave a weak smile, cheeks still rosy. Since they were standing in the snow and both Phoebe and herself were wet, a change of clothes would be smart. Makoto shivered once, \"Yeah, or at least dry off.\" In her room she had one extra bra and a weeks worth of underwear. She hoped it would be enough for now, or at least she could get some more clothes.", "username": "Hidden Lilly", "char_name": "Makoto まこと (Gale) Izumi" }, { "text": "\"I might be able to help with that if you don't mind a bit of cold.\" Katherin told her thoughtfully. Water was just unfrozen ice right? She might be able to move it. If not she could freeze it.", "username": "KatherinWinter", "char_name": "Katherin Winter" }, { "text": "It didn't take too long for Lee to be found as the orb sped faster the nearer they got. She arrived at the same time as Flood, watching as he drew his gun and Lee reached for the book. \"Stop!\" She shouted to the both of them, holding up her hands as if to freeze them in place. \"You,\" she said, pointing at Flood, \"put the gun away, I don't look innocent when you're waving that around. And you,\" now pointing to Lee, \"I have reason not to trust you. I step forward to take back the book and then what?\" Because the trap someone like that sounds very much like something she would do, unfortunately for him. She may not be a thief, generally, but she knew how to play dirty.", "username": "Klyix", "char_name": "Eldkatla 'Kat' Lokidóttir" }, { "text": "\"Alright. Let's all just calm down.\" Flood put away his gun and looked at Lee. \"You know what to do man.\" He said to him.", "username": "Flood", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Phoebe shivered in the cold, it had always effected her strongly, and part of that, she thought, was the fact that plants didn't do well in cold. She smiled at Katherin and said, \"You can try\" She said, pulling back her hair from her face, and up in a pony tail.", "username": "MarshiestMallow", "char_name": "Phoebe" }, { "text": "\"The only one whom should calm down is the one who pulled a gun as a response to seeing someone.\" Lee said politely slowly reaching to his back and removing his collapsed staff before dropping it onto the ground and kicking it away. \"You did good Kat.\" Lee said with the grin forming back on his face. \"You seemed to have followed the curiosity well. Most people would have given up the first five minutes in.\" he said reaching into his jacket and removing her book. \"Now what happens next is I step forward and place this back in your hands.\" He said taking the step forward before doing exactly as he said returning the book to its owner. \"Though the question of the matter is....you probably send me flying into a wall now don't you?\" He asked the grin never leaving his face as he spoke.", "username": "Z2010Deadmeat", "char_name": "Lee (Last name unknown)" }, { "text": "After a few moments Nicholas came back out of his dorm his eyes blank look even more so then ever,His mind was filled with different desires walking down the hallway out of his dorm and was now walking around the hallway.The young youth walked down the hallway the vines slowly coming out of the shelves of his coat occasionally slamming studetns into the lockers without even noticing the student's excites.", "username": "Eviledd1984", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Flood smiled. \"Me pulling a gun on someone is calm. When I'm not calm, I pull the trigger.\" He replied with a grin and a small nod. \"Nice to meet you new kid. I'm Flood.\"", "username": "Flood", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Nicholas was making his way though the hallway moving or rather forcefully pushing students away with his vine,He didn't even look at Flood,Lee and Kalinda and was heading some place diffenrt.", "username": "Eviledd1984", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Nicholas pushed Kagerou in the process as well and she hit the side of one of the lockers. A quick look down the hall showed that he was doing this to everyone. \"Hey, you!\" Running up behind him she nimbly avoided the vines until she got in front of him. Reaching out she flicked him in the head with her index finger. \"Wake up stupid. You're being rude shoving everyone out of the way.\"", "username": "twave", "char_name": "Kagerou Rotusu" }, { "text": "Nicholas didn't respond to the flick on his forehead,Instead he looke down at her with his emotionless eyes that made it seem his pupils were different.\"Get out of my way....\" He said clamly now walking pasted her slamming his shoulder against her arm walking down the hallway pushing a student to the ground with his vines.", "username": "Eviledd1984", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Kat kept her eyes trained on him as he handed over the book; turning it over in her hands it then faded away. Hearing his question she gave a wry laugh. \"I would hate to be so predictable.\" She purred playfully, wearing a smirk. Then in a split second her own staff was in her hand and she swung it low, sweeping his feet out from under him. As soon as he fell backwards the point was at his throat, the smirk was gone. \"You patronising ass.\" Just as quickly it disappeared, and Kat with it as she began to walk to gym.", "username": "Klyix", "char_name": "Eldkatla 'Kat' Lokidóttir" }, { "text": "Kijani smiled wanly, leaning against Connor. He was offering help, even though it was completely useless. But then, that was Connor, putting his valuable energy into things that were too broken to fix, and lost causes.\n\nHopefully one day he would rectify that before he really got hurt.\n\n\"Never a dull day in this place. Heh.\" Her tone was sarcastic and dry, unlike her shoes which were becoming squishy.", "username": "Mistress Dizzy", "char_name": "Kijani Ryane" } ]
Makoto nodded in agreement, encouraging Katherin to try. It would work a bit better for her if she didn't have to completely change clothes. She didn't have much to change into for the time being. She would have to address this as soon as she could, witch was likely the weekend. She hoped that she could find some sort of job on the school campus.
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Makoto まこと (Gale) Izumi
Gender: Female Age: 17 PARENTS: Storm mentored her but her birth parents were Kaito and Jessica Izumi Powers: Lightning and electrical currents. She can manipulate intensity of the electrical energy as well as form. She can withstand higher levels of electrical disturbances in her body than other people. She also has the ability of cytokinesis (self healing). Studying a mix of Chinese martial arts; Baguazhang and Iron Palm - Being able to manipulate what voltage of power she releases during a strike (knows how to release it but can't control how much to release) - how to accurately generate electricity by herself - the martial arts styles listed Voltage Reference Bio: Makoto's father was Japanese and her mother was Caucasian/Canadian. They lived happily together in a small home. At the age of 10 her father was diagnosed with cancer. He battled and they tried to get him the best treatment they could. In the end the doctors had caught it too late and he died when Makoto was 12. Makoto's mother did her best to cope and continue to raise Makoto the best she could. The loss of her father took quite a toll on her mother. She began to drink in secret. As time went on and the effectiveness of alcohol wore off, Makoto's mom began to drink more frequently and in greater amounts. Often her mom would go to a local bar and not be home until practically the next morning just in time to go to work. One morning, Makoto awoke to the doorbell ringing. She opened it and to her surprise there was a police officer there. He explained to her that earlier in the evening her mother had gotten into a car crash while still intoxicated and died. In a way Makoto was glad that when her mom crashed, she hadn't hit another car and killed others, but she was still pained by her mother's passing. Makoto was 14. There were not many people left around her since her mother had pushed most of their family friends away and didn't make it easy to build relationships with people at school (not allowed to go out or have people over). Makoto managed alright after that, being in a suspended state of shock. Her world came crashing down one day when it came to the attention of her high school teachers that she was underage and without parents. Child services was notified and Makoto did not take the action lightly. It made everything real, she couldn't just pretend that her mother was still out at a bar somewhere. It was in this moment that 15 year old Makoto manifested her powers, scaring the social worker and company away. She tried to pack up and leave, maybe find somewhere else to go so that they couldn't find her again. Maybe enroll in a night school or something to continue her education. As she bundled up and left, it was spring, she couldn't help but notice that as she walked by people their hair would begin to stand on end. If she loitered people would begin discussing that it's a phenomenon that happens right before a lightning strike, yet no storms were forecasted. It was all too close to the truth for Makoto and she kept moving until she came across a quiet area she could sit and think without hurting anyone. She closed her eyes, trying to calm herself down. "Hello young lady." Makoto looked up. There was a very attractive woman standing in front of her, talking to her. "You seem upset, are you alright?" "I'm fine." This woman made her uncomfortable. Something was wrong… "Are you sure? Why don't you let me buy you a hot chocolate?" The woman persisted. "No thanks, I'm alright." Makoto began to squirm and try to scoot away. "No, you need to come with me." The woman reached out to grab Makoto's wrist, succeeding. "No! Let go!" Makoto yelled, releasing an amplified amount of the static electricity she created into the area and the women. The lady cried out in pain, her skin flipping like scales to reveal many identities and settling on a blue face. Makoto was stunned, as much about the woman as she was about herself. She tried to get up and run but by the time she was able to recover herself, the woman was moving again. The people around had begun to shriek and cry out for help. Not long after other people, mutants clashed in a fray. Makoto seemed to be in the middle of it. Finally she seemed to land under the care of a team of mutants in black and yellow uniforms. "What's going on?" Makoto asked, trying to put pieces together. "Where are you taking me?" "To a safer place than this where you can learn to control your powers." A woman with silver hair said to her. Soon and with little argument from Makoto, they were off. It wasn't long before they arrived at their destination, The Academy. Appearance: Appearance Classes: - Chinease Martial Arts - Power Development - Advanced Anatomy and Physiology - Gym?
[ { "text": "Nicholas didn't respond to the flick on his forehead,Instead he looke down at her with his emotionless eyes that made it seem his pupils were different.\"Get out of my way....\" He said clamly now walking pasted her slamming his shoulder against her arm walking down the hallway pushing a student to the ground with his vines.", "username": "Eviledd1984", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Kat kept her eyes trained on him as he handed over the book; turning it over in her hands it then faded away. Hearing his question she gave a wry laugh. \"I would hate to be so predictable.\" She purred playfully, wearing a smirk. Then in a split second her own staff was in her hand and she swung it low, sweeping his feet out from under him. As soon as he fell backwards the point was at his throat, the smirk was gone. \"You patronising ass.\" Just as quickly it disappeared, and Kat with it as she began to walk to gym.", "username": "Klyix", "char_name": "Eldkatla 'Kat' Lokidóttir" }, { "text": "Kijani smiled wanly, leaning against Connor. He was offering help, even though it was completely useless. But then, that was Connor, putting his valuable energy into things that were too broken to fix, and lost causes.\n\nHopefully one day he would rectify that before he really got hurt.\n\n\"Never a dull day in this place. Heh.\" Her tone was sarcastic and dry, unlike her shoes which were becoming squishy.", "username": "Mistress Dizzy", "char_name": "Kijani Ryane" }, { "text": "Makoto nodded in agreement, encouraging Katherin to try. It would work a bit better for her if she didn't have to completely change clothes. She didn't have much to change into for the time being. She would have to address this as soon as she could, witch was likely the weekend. She hoped that she could find some sort of job on the school campus.", "username": "Hidden Lilly", "char_name": "Makoto まこと (Gale) Izumi" }, { "text": "Katherin nodded. She wasn't sure exactly what she could do. She had never tried to work with water before. She placed her hand on Makoto's arm. She concentrated. She tried to pull the water to her. Nothing happened. She frowned. Well she really hadn't expected much. Just became ice was water didn't mean that water was ice. \"Looks like plan a didn't work so now we move on plan b.\" She told them. She took a deep breath. She slowly began freezing the water. She took her time not wanting to freeze Makoto completely. Slowly ice spread over the other girls clothes.", "username": "KatherinWinter", "char_name": "Katherin Winter" }, { "text": "Phoebe watched Katherin work,trying to figure out what she was doing. She imagined that whatever it was, they would still be cold, and could curse whoe er had set the fire alarms off, set the water on them.she hugged herself to try and maintain some warmth, beginning to shiver violently, her fwce red with the cold wind slapping against the water plastering her hair to her head. \n\n\n*****\n\n\"If it was a dull moment, it wouod just be....a school. Frankly, the sprinklers going off is probably the most normal thing to happen. At least we didnt wake to find ourselves in an empty sch8ol and fighting our doubles, like a few months ago\" Connor said, giving Kijani a smile", "username": "MarshiestMallow", "char_name": "Phoebe" }, { "text": "Kijani let out a faint snicker and shook her head. \"I think the world might implode if there was more than one of me. You're right, though. I mean, the school could be on fire... so I'll take water in the halls over that.\"\n\n--\n\nDevika watched as other people took care of the new girl, she'd heard the name 'Gale' in passing. It was nice that the girl had already made friends of Phoebe and Katherine. She tugged her gloves tight and tried to banish a sudden wave of sadness from her soul.", "username": "Mistress Dizzy", "char_name": null }, { "text": "\"Maybe the school was on fire and the water in the halls is a result of that\" connor said musingly, before giving a shrug \"or McCoy really wants to give us a weird gym session. Or most likely it's Flood playing a joke or the likes of that.\" \n\nHe knew something was up, and it was a struggle not to ask, not to find out what he could so that he could figure out what it was. But if Kijani wanted to continue as if nothing had happen, he would.\n\nAnd just figure out what was wrong the harder way", "username": "MarshiestMallow", "char_name": "Phoebe" }, { "text": "Nicholas had moved away form the other girl walking along the hallway pushing the other students away form him,That was when he stopped in front of Bruce Wayne's door.\"Are you ready my son?\" A voice in his head spoke to him that made Nick nod his head and rap his knuckles on the door for a loud knock.", "username": "Eviledd1984", "char_name": null }, { "text": "How many interrupts was he suppose to face, before he snapped? Bruce wondered as he set a report down, turning off the computer screen so the program he was running couldn't be seen, if it wasn't one of the other teachers, nor someone he trusted completely. He rose from his desk, and went to open the door. \n\nIt was so rare for Bruce to be taken by surprise. So rare for it to show, even for a second. But he never would have expected Nicholas at the door. \n\nSomething was wrong. Bruce shifted just slightly, his face now impassive, studying Nicholas. Very little of his mother in his appearance. And right now, it seemed that it was all Crane. Never quite sure how to take Nicholas, he nevertheless stepped back, to invite him in.", "username": "MarshiestMallow", "char_name": "Phoebe" }, { "text": "Ryan looked around outside. He did not need a coat because of his metabolism so he was fine as he was. However he did notice that Phoebe and Makoto looked frozen. So he quickly ran off to his dorm and came back with two of his warmest coats. They were way to big for the two girls but he thought it would help. He gave one to Makoto and put the other one on Phoebe. \"You okay?\" He said looking at Phoebe clearly worried.", "username": "Avanhelsing", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Phoebe, eternally grateful for the coat slid her arms into it as Ryan put it on her, bundling herself in it. Her shivers subsided somewhat, and she nodded, giving ryan a smile \"I like winter, but being wet in winter? Doesn't mix well for me\" she looked over to Makoto, hoping she was okay", "username": "MarshiestMallow", "char_name": "Phoebe" }, { "text": "\"Thank you...Wayne...I must discuss something with you...\" Nicholas said in his normal deadpan tone of voice,He walked inside of his office slowly taking note of his movement and the office itself.He would need to play it safe for now until he could make his move which would be soon so he wuld not have to wait.", "username": "Eviledd1984", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Ryan grinned at her and nodded. \"I hate winter. All that I've everywhere...\" He complained as he looked to the school. \"Who did this? I'm guessing Flood. \"He said nodding.", "username": "Avanhelsing", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Jack looked over at her clearly confused. \"What do you mean?\" He asked still looking confused. \"How do you mean?\"", "username": "Avanhelsing", "char_name": null }, { "text": "How does one exactly explain remembering something. The memories could be hers. But there were things that just seemed out of place. The longer she thought about it the more confused she got. Dammit this was hurting her head, like severely. \"Give me a minute please.\" Stepping away she sat down on one of the weight benches. Dropping her head into her hands she tried to shut off the noise in her head. Despite not having much of a voice she did let out a soft groan as she grit her teeth.", "username": "twave", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Phoebe nodded \"probably\" she agreed, \"but I suppose there could have been fire or smoke somewhere that caused it\" she said, with a shrug, looking to Katherin and Makoto \"we should head to gym\"\n\n\n\nBruce moved behind his desk, that position of power, but he didn't sit, watching Nicholas keenly aware that nicholas could have his fathers abilities as well as Pamela's. \"About what?\"", "username": "MarshiestMallow", "char_name": "Phoebe" }, { "text": "\"Yes it's about my mother...i have some concerns that i think you may want to hear..\" Nicholas said rather calmly walking over so he was in front of Bruce's desk,\"I think that she shouldn't be around someone so dangerous and harmful to her health...and i think you are the problem...\" And with that Nicholas attacked Wayne entangling him in his vine shooting out of the shelve of his sweater.", "username": "Eviledd1984", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Bruce was ready. The dagger slid out his sleeve, into his hand, and he sliced upwards, cutting the vines, he leaped over his desk, agile and fast, clearly having kept up with his training and his skill. \n\nNow. \n\nHow to stop the boy without hurting him. \"Why would I hurt Pamela? She's given me no reason too. And besides that, I care for her.\" Aware of what Nicholas could be capable of, and knowing so, Bruce was wary, watching Nicholas, the dagger gone once more as if it were never there.\n\nHow to stop him? \n\n\"You have a choice here, Nicholas. Become your father by attacking me, or become a better man. The man your mother would hope for\"", "username": "MarshiestMallow", "char_name": "Phoebe" }, { "text": "Kijani shook her head slightly. \"Flood has a bit more creativity than simple water, I think. Now, if it was raining... I don't know, hair dye, now that would be one of his.\" She tried to smile, but it barely lifted the corners of her mouth. \"I'll be glad when class is over.\" She opened the door to the gym, briefly ducking out from Connor's makeshift cover.\n\n\"I'm... quite tired.\"", "username": "Mistress Dizzy", "char_name": "Kijani Ryane" } ]
Makoto allowed Kathrin to try getting the water off of her but it didn't seem to work well. She was grateful when RYan brough out one of his coats. She felt bad for getting it wet, but it did help. "Sure." she agreed. Gym seemed like it would be a more normal class. "Hey, Phoebe? If there are showers there, maybe we can warm up that way before or after class?" she suggested. It may in fact help. Makoto was also hoping that whoever the gym teacher was would have a spare gym uniform for her. She looked around at the group, waiting for them to take the lead. "Thanks for trying Kathrin." Makoto said with a smile, truly appreciating the effort. She would have to ask her if she ever did end up calling her dad. For that though, an opportune moment would have to arise.
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Hidden Lilly
Makoto まこと (Gale) Izumi
Gender: Female Age: 17 PARENTS: Storm mentored her but her birth parents were Kaito and Jessica Izumi Powers: Lightning and electrical currents. She can manipulate intensity of the electrical energy as well as form. She can withstand higher levels of electrical disturbances in her body than other people. She also has the ability of cytokinesis (self healing). Studying a mix of Chinese martial arts; Baguazhang and Iron Palm - Being able to manipulate what voltage of power she releases during a strike (knows how to release it but can't control how much to release) - how to accurately generate electricity by herself - the martial arts styles listed Voltage Reference Bio: Makoto's father was Japanese and her mother was Caucasian/Canadian. They lived happily together in a small home. At the age of 10 her father was diagnosed with cancer. He battled and they tried to get him the best treatment they could. In the end the doctors had caught it too late and he died when Makoto was 12. Makoto's mother did her best to cope and continue to raise Makoto the best she could. The loss of her father took quite a toll on her mother. She began to drink in secret. As time went on and the effectiveness of alcohol wore off, Makoto's mom began to drink more frequently and in greater amounts. Often her mom would go to a local bar and not be home until practically the next morning just in time to go to work. One morning, Makoto awoke to the doorbell ringing. She opened it and to her surprise there was a police officer there. He explained to her that earlier in the evening her mother had gotten into a car crash while still intoxicated and died. In a way Makoto was glad that when her mom crashed, she hadn't hit another car and killed others, but she was still pained by her mother's passing. Makoto was 14. There were not many people left around her since her mother had pushed most of their family friends away and didn't make it easy to build relationships with people at school (not allowed to go out or have people over). Makoto managed alright after that, being in a suspended state of shock. Her world came crashing down one day when it came to the attention of her high school teachers that she was underage and without parents. Child services was notified and Makoto did not take the action lightly. It made everything real, she couldn't just pretend that her mother was still out at a bar somewhere. It was in this moment that 15 year old Makoto manifested her powers, scaring the social worker and company away. She tried to pack up and leave, maybe find somewhere else to go so that they couldn't find her again. Maybe enroll in a night school or something to continue her education. As she bundled up and left, it was spring, she couldn't help but notice that as she walked by people their hair would begin to stand on end. If she loitered people would begin discussing that it's a phenomenon that happens right before a lightning strike, yet no storms were forecasted. It was all too close to the truth for Makoto and she kept moving until she came across a quiet area she could sit and think without hurting anyone. She closed her eyes, trying to calm herself down. "Hello young lady." Makoto looked up. There was a very attractive woman standing in front of her, talking to her. "You seem upset, are you alright?" "I'm fine." This woman made her uncomfortable. Something was wrong… "Are you sure? Why don't you let me buy you a hot chocolate?" The woman persisted. "No thanks, I'm alright." Makoto began to squirm and try to scoot away. "No, you need to come with me." The woman reached out to grab Makoto's wrist, succeeding. "No! Let go!" Makoto yelled, releasing an amplified amount of the static electricity she created into the area and the women. The lady cried out in pain, her skin flipping like scales to reveal many identities and settling on a blue face. Makoto was stunned, as much about the woman as she was about herself. She tried to get up and run but by the time she was able to recover herself, the woman was moving again. The people around had begun to shriek and cry out for help. Not long after other people, mutants clashed in a fray. Makoto seemed to be in the middle of it. Finally she seemed to land under the care of a team of mutants in black and yellow uniforms. "What's going on?" Makoto asked, trying to put pieces together. "Where are you taking me?" "To a safer place than this where you can learn to control your powers." A woman with silver hair said to her. Soon and with little argument from Makoto, they were off. It wasn't long before they arrived at their destination, The Academy. Appearance: Appearance Classes: - Chinease Martial Arts - Power Development - Advanced Anatomy and Physiology - Gym?
[ { "text": "Makoto and Kathrin had been walking with Phoebe and Ryan to go to gym class when Pheobe took off, and Ryan soon after. The two girls assumed that they were either ditching class, witch seemed unlikely or that they went to get something before class. Maybe Phoebe had in fact decided to change. It wasn't until, Makoto was mid shower with Kathrin waiting that the lock-down happened and they realized something was terribly wrong. Fortunately there seemed to be towels in the change-room and a dryer. Makoto guessed it was for drying off the towels or clothing form after a workout. Kathrin so kindly put Makoto's clothes in the dryer when she was in the shower and for a time, since Makoto finished her quick shower just after the lock-down was invoked, and the two girls sat there killing time. Makoto was obviously in a towel until her clothes were dry, she was very self conscious about that but there was not much she could do and she felt it odd to stay and sit in the shower when Katherin was out sitting on a bench. \n\nThe two girls talked until the lock-down was over. Afterwards it seemed like there was no point in going to the elective that was after lunch, all the teachers seemed to have disappeared too. That was unfortunate since while talking with, Katherin suggested that Makoto talk to Mimic to see exactly what her powers were. The two girls decided to head to the cafeteria for lunch, hopefully by now the sprinklers would be off and the place would be cleaned up. On the way to the cafeteria they stopped in to the library for Makoto to pick up a book to read. She was surprised at the massive selection of books. She chose a book about a Wetboy, which is apparently an Assassin that can use magic. From the page she read quickly, the book had amazing detail.\n\n\"So, did you ever end up calling your father yesterday?\" Makoto asked as they walked from the library to the cafeteria. It was a good moment to do so, since it was just them and Makoto felt like they had really hit it off during their morning adventures. somewhere in her consciousnesses she felt worry for Ryan and Phoebe, where were they? Makoto hoped to see them in the cafeteria for lunch.", "username": "Hidden Lilly", "char_name": "Makoto まこと (Gale) Izumi" }, { "text": "\"I probably shouldn't have...but something told me I should be nice.\" Kaden teased back. Turning his hand so his palm was facing up a small ornate box appeared in his hand. Opening the box up revealed what first seemed a small diamond the size of an egg. Upon closer inspection the diamond appeared to be glowing created by dozens if not hundreds of various colors making the gem appear as if it was glowing. \"While I was following a lead I ended up on a world that was populated by dwarves. They had a dragon problem...they were kind enough to give this to me its called a Star Tear. Its forged by carving out the shape from pure diamond before it undergoes multiple enchantments so it gives off its aura. It will always remain cool to the touch and never break. \" Kaden said handing the box to her. \"Plus I have one more present.\" He added before holding up his other hand and an old worn book appeared in his hand.\n\n\"I'm sure you would love to have the chance to examine this spell book I picked up as well.\" He said with a smile", "username": "Z2010Deadmeat", "char_name": "Lee (Last name unknown)" }, { "text": "Flood smiled at Kadens comment. \"No, but its likely you may commit a crime when attending.\" He responded. When he began speaking the other language he tilted his head. Probably wasn't important anyways. He looked around. \"Someone should get these guys a nurse.\"", "username": "Flood", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Ryan looked over at Nick and just stared. \"So Nick... Uhh this is an odd way for us to meet. How do you feel about the whole I'm going to be your brother in law?\"", "username": "Avanhelsing", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Nicholas finished a piece of his peanut butter sandwich looking over to Ryan,He quickly took the notebook into his hand jotting down quickly with his pen.He handed Ryan the notepad then going back to eating his sandwich,\"I am fine with it but i would think it is a bit fast to pop the question,Although what do i know about love\" It said on the notepad while Nicholas was eating his food.", "username": "Eviledd1984", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Ryan looked over at Nick. \"It's been about six to eight months. We've been together for that whole time. It's not like I asked her after meeting her today. Mr. Wayne seemed fine with it. \"He said defending himself. \"Hang on. \"He said speeding off and coming back with his usual tray of food in hand. \"So do you like it here yet?\"", "username": "Avanhelsing", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Phoebe retrived some food for hersel, returning to the two. She seemed to hesitate a moment, sitting down, trying to get the gist of the conversation. Ryan seemed on defense, and Phoebe sighed, stabbing a piece of lettuce with her fork, and didn't say anything", "username": "MarshiestMallow", "char_name": "Phoebe" }, { "text": "Nicholas closed his eyes for a moment writing down something on the notepad and handed it to Ryan,\"Of course i apologize i only found out about Phoebe was my sister a few days ago\" It said as Nicholas finished his sandwich and used his vines to put the small carton of chocolate milk to his mouth.", "username": "Eviledd1984", "char_name": null }, { "text": "\"It's beautiful.\" She whispered, carefully picking up the diamond regardless of him telling her it would not break. Turning it this way and that she watched the many colours dance about each other; she put it gently back away as he held up the book. At the sight of that she smirked. \"You may regret giving me that someday.\" She teased, taking it just as carefully. \n\nHearing Flood however Kat gave an annoyed sigh and turned to look at him. \"Well someone should not have hurt them, and that someone should go clean up their own mess.\" None of them were in critical danger so she did not care to play his games right now, especially considering how the day had unfurled already. With a roll of her eyes she looked back to Kaden. \"So, you're here now? No missions for the greater good in the near future?\"", "username": "Klyix", "char_name": "Eldkatla 'Kat' Lokidóttir" }, { "text": "\"Hostile right now huh? They attacked me first, so I'm not helping them\" Flood replied smoothly.", "username": "Flood", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Kijani closed her computer, her hands shaking. What she was writing hurt, but the truth had to be told. Still, before she finished with that, there was something she had to do. It made her stomach twist, but there was nothing in it to throw up anymore.\n\nShe picked up her phone and stared at it, her finger hovering above the button to call Connor. At the very last second, she lost her nerve, and texted him instead. \n\n\"Hey. Can we meet by the library? I want to talk.\"", "username": "Mistress Dizzy", "char_name": "Kijani Ryane" }, { "text": "Katherin had selected a couple of books. She could never seem to go to the library without getting atleast a couple of books. It had been nice to go with Makoto. She usually ended up going alone. She and Makoto had more in common than she had originally thought. They had literally talked for hours. \"Yes I got ahold of him this morning. He is free this weekend. He told me to come and spend the weekend.\"", "username": "KatherinWinter", "char_name": "Katherin Winter" }, { "text": "Phoebe watched this, frowning slightly. She looked to Nicholas and said, \"Ryan makes me happy. He is who I want. I was content, and prepared, to go through life alone. And then he said hello to me, and made me laugh. He given me something I didn't even know I wanted. When you get to know him, I hope you'll get along well\" She said, looking to Ryan and smile\n\n***\n\nConnor was just heading to the cafeteria when he received Kijani's text. He replied with an okay, and detoured towards the library, looking about in case she had got there first.", "username": "MarshiestMallow", "char_name": "Phoebe" }, { "text": "Arnold was pissed. The lock down had messed up his plans. He didn't get to show off his superiority the way he had wanted to. He took his anger out on Zack and Griffin. There was no one else around so they were the perfect targets. Plus there was no one to stop him. He changed back into his three piece suit and made his way to lunch. The day wasn't a complete loss. There was still power development.", "username": "KatherinWinter", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Kalinda assumed Arnold thought no one was around. She found it odd that he didn't think of those students who could go invisible. Or in shadows. Like her. She had found that the shadows seemed simpler. certainly held with putting another barrier between her, and emotions. Plus, she wanted to see if McCoy returned to the gym, and if he might let something slip onto what had happened. \n\nSo when she saw Arnold, she slipped out the shadows. \n\n\"What were you doing?\" She demanded.", "username": "MarshiestMallow", "char_name": "Phoebe" }, { "text": "\"Going to lunch and plotting to take over the school.\" Arnold answered truthfully. He didn't see any reason to lie. He wasn't impressed with Kalinda's skills or abilities. He doubted that she was as powerfully as she thought she was. She was an obstacle to his plan but a small one. He would have to deal with her eventually. But for now it was amusing to watch her trying to stop him.", "username": "KatherinWinter", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Nicholas wrote something down on the notepad sliding it over to Pheobe,\"I did not mean it like that but like I said before as long as your happy with him then I am happy for you\" It said on he notepad,Nicholas looked over to Phoebe then Ryan them back to his milk taking a sip of it.", "username": "Eviledd1984", "char_name": null } ]
"That's good!" Makoto exclaimed with a big smile. She was clearly happy for her new friend. At this point, with all the talking Katherin and Makoto had done together, she felt it was safe to call Katherin her friend. There was also the adventure in Flood's special room the day before. "You took him up on the offer, right?" she asked, more so to make sure Katherin was alright with how things had advanced with her father. They both continued down the hall towards the cafeteria, a boy whizzing past them along the way (Connor). They were almost at the cafeteria doors now. Makoto noticed how most things seemed to be in tact from earlier's escapade.
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Makoto まこと (Gale) Izumi
Gender: Female Age: 17 PARENTS: Storm mentored her but her birth parents were Kaito and Jessica Izumi Powers: Lightning and electrical currents. She can manipulate intensity of the electrical energy as well as form. She can withstand higher levels of electrical disturbances in her body than other people. She also has the ability of cytokinesis (self healing). Studying a mix of Chinese martial arts; Baguazhang and Iron Palm - Being able to manipulate what voltage of power she releases during a strike (knows how to release it but can't control how much to release) - how to accurately generate electricity by herself - the martial arts styles listed Voltage Reference Bio: Makoto's father was Japanese and her mother was Caucasian/Canadian. They lived happily together in a small home. At the age of 10 her father was diagnosed with cancer. He battled and they tried to get him the best treatment they could. In the end the doctors had caught it too late and he died when Makoto was 12. Makoto's mother did her best to cope and continue to raise Makoto the best she could. The loss of her father took quite a toll on her mother. She began to drink in secret. As time went on and the effectiveness of alcohol wore off, Makoto's mom began to drink more frequently and in greater amounts. Often her mom would go to a local bar and not be home until practically the next morning just in time to go to work. One morning, Makoto awoke to the doorbell ringing. She opened it and to her surprise there was a police officer there. He explained to her that earlier in the evening her mother had gotten into a car crash while still intoxicated and died. In a way Makoto was glad that when her mom crashed, she hadn't hit another car and killed others, but she was still pained by her mother's passing. Makoto was 14. There were not many people left around her since her mother had pushed most of their family friends away and didn't make it easy to build relationships with people at school (not allowed to go out or have people over). Makoto managed alright after that, being in a suspended state of shock. Her world came crashing down one day when it came to the attention of her high school teachers that she was underage and without parents. Child services was notified and Makoto did not take the action lightly. It made everything real, she couldn't just pretend that her mother was still out at a bar somewhere. It was in this moment that 15 year old Makoto manifested her powers, scaring the social worker and company away. She tried to pack up and leave, maybe find somewhere else to go so that they couldn't find her again. Maybe enroll in a night school or something to continue her education. As she bundled up and left, it was spring, she couldn't help but notice that as she walked by people their hair would begin to stand on end. If she loitered people would begin discussing that it's a phenomenon that happens right before a lightning strike, yet no storms were forecasted. It was all too close to the truth for Makoto and she kept moving until she came across a quiet area she could sit and think without hurting anyone. She closed her eyes, trying to calm herself down. "Hello young lady." Makoto looked up. There was a very attractive woman standing in front of her, talking to her. "You seem upset, are you alright?" "I'm fine." This woman made her uncomfortable. Something was wrong… "Are you sure? Why don't you let me buy you a hot chocolate?" The woman persisted. "No thanks, I'm alright." Makoto began to squirm and try to scoot away. "No, you need to come with me." The woman reached out to grab Makoto's wrist, succeeding. "No! Let go!" Makoto yelled, releasing an amplified amount of the static electricity she created into the area and the women. The lady cried out in pain, her skin flipping like scales to reveal many identities and settling on a blue face. Makoto was stunned, as much about the woman as she was about herself. She tried to get up and run but by the time she was able to recover herself, the woman was moving again. The people around had begun to shriek and cry out for help. Not long after other people, mutants clashed in a fray. Makoto seemed to be in the middle of it. Finally she seemed to land under the care of a team of mutants in black and yellow uniforms. "What's going on?" Makoto asked, trying to put pieces together. "Where are you taking me?" "To a safer place than this where you can learn to control your powers." A woman with silver hair said to her. Soon and with little argument from Makoto, they were off. It wasn't long before they arrived at their destination, The Academy. Appearance: Appearance Classes: - Chinease Martial Arts - Power Development - Advanced Anatomy and Physiology - Gym?
[ { "text": "Kalinda assumed Arnold thought no one was around. She found it odd that he didn't think of those students who could go invisible. Or in shadows. Like her. She had found that the shadows seemed simpler. certainly held with putting another barrier between her, and emotions. Plus, she wanted to see if McCoy returned to the gym, and if he might let something slip onto what had happened. \n\nSo when she saw Arnold, she slipped out the shadows. \n\n\"What were you doing?\" She demanded.", "username": "MarshiestMallow", "char_name": "Phoebe" }, { "text": "\"Going to lunch and plotting to take over the school.\" Arnold answered truthfully. He didn't see any reason to lie. He wasn't impressed with Kalinda's skills or abilities. He doubted that she was as powerfully as she thought she was. She was an obstacle to his plan but a small one. He would have to deal with her eventually. But for now it was amusing to watch her trying to stop him.", "username": "KatherinWinter", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Nicholas wrote something down on the notepad sliding it over to Pheobe,\"I did not mean it like that but like I said before as long as your happy with him then I am happy for you\" It said on he notepad,Nicholas looked over to Phoebe then Ryan them back to his milk taking a sip of it.", "username": "Eviledd1984", "char_name": null }, { "text": "\"That's good!\" Makoto exclaimed with a big smile. She was clearly happy for her new friend. At this point, with all the talking Katherin and Makoto had done together, she felt it was safe to call Katherin her friend. There was also the adventure in Flood's special room the day before. \"You took him up on the offer, right?\" she asked, more so to make sure Katherin was alright with how things had advanced with her father.\n\nThey both continued down the hall towards the cafeteria, a boy whizzing past them along the way (Connor). They were almost at the cafeteria doors now. Makoto noticed how most things seemed to be in tact from earlier's escapade.", "username": "Hidden Lilly", "char_name": "Makoto まこと (Gale) Izumi" }, { "text": "Katherin nodded. \"Yes I took him up on the offer. I need to go home. Maybe some time with dad will help ground me. I've been feeling lost lately. Maybe reconnecting to my roots will help.\" She hoped it would. She didn't know what else to do. She felt like her friends were growing apart. She needed to know if her father had ever experience that when he was at the academy. Maybe he would have a suggestion that would help her deal with it.", "username": "KatherinWinter", "char_name": "Katherin Winter" }, { "text": "Watching as Kat gazed at the gem made Kaden smile while she still treated it as if it was newborn bird. At the mention of the book he chuckled shaking his head as they began to walk. \"I probably will but oh well I'll burn that bridge when it comes to it my dear cousin.\" He said upon being asked if he would be going on any other missions did he shake his head. \"No. I'm done with that for now. Right now however...I would like to know what has occurred here during my absence.\" He asked.", "username": "Z2010Deadmeat", "char_name": "Lee (Last name unknown)" }, { "text": "\"Magneto invaded the school.\" Flood said in response to Kaden.", "username": "Flood", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Kijani waited outside of the library, trying to breathe and control her face. She saw Connor coming into view, and mentally braced herself. Connor would see the pain in her, she knew there was no hiding it. But at least she could get through it. While she would have loved to take care of this from over the phone, she knew Connor at least deserved the honor of a face to face conversation.", "username": "Mistress Dizzy", "char_name": "Kijani Ryane" }, { "text": "Phoebe nodded and smiled, finishing off her salad, she looked around the cafeteria. Some People had taken advantage of the early lunch, and were. Others were probably trying to figure out what happened.\n\nShe looked down at her arms, small scratches covered them and she was probably bruised as well. But she hadn't been scared. And she had continued to fight. She ran a hand over her temple, which had a dull ache from the blow there. \n\n\"What should we do now?\"\n\n\n------\n\nKalinda snorted with amusement \"Wayne will have you flat on your butt before you can even try\" she said, \"and Griffin and Zack wouldn't let you, no matter their state\" she added,\n\n-----\n\nConnor saw Kijani, and knew he had been right that something was wrong. He stopped a few steps in front of her. And didn't speak, just watched her. Uneasiness filled him, and he shoved his hands in his pockets.", "username": "MarshiestMallow", "char_name": "Phoebe" }, { "text": "Nicholas finished his early lunch grabbing the notepad with his vines,After he wrote on the notepad and handed it to Phoebe.\"Go outside?\" It said with Nicholas looking at her.", "username": "Eviledd1984", "char_name": null }, { "text": "\"Aren't you cute Kalinda. You think I care what Griffin and Zack think. If they get in my way I will destroy them. They need me note than I need them.\" He told her confidently. He wasn't worried about his 'siblings'. \"Bats might try to stop me but he is just a man with a lot of expensive toys. He has no impressive powers. He can't stop me. By the time he tries it will be too late.\"", "username": "KatherinWinter", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Kijani nodded to him, trying and failing to smile. He was reading her, and she couldn't mask her pain. \"Connor, I- I know you've been watching and waiting so patiently for me to... to talk.\" She tried to keep her hands from shaking, and locked them behind her back. \"I feel that I can't, because of... well, I know good and well how deeply you love me. You say you would do anything for me, and I believe you. That's why I don't tell you everything, because I wouldn't want you fighting for me, because you would not win that fight!\" She was trying to keep the tears from her eyes, and her throat from closing.\n\n\"...I love you, Connor. I truly, deeply do, and I realize that now.\" She inhaled. Exhaled. Spoke. \"That's why I-- I can't be with you. Where I'm going, you can't follow. I refuse to let you, because I love you enough to realize that-\" It was failing, there were tears starting to slide down her cheeks. \"I will ruin your life, Connor. I won't repay your love with...\" She shook her head, the words failing.\n\n\"I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I know you don't understand, but one day, perhaps--\" Her throat closed and she started to cry, covering her face.", "username": "Mistress Dizzy", "char_name": "Kijani Ryane" }, { "text": "A lot of ways to say it, wasn't there? Somehow being told she loved him, while being told that she, essentially wanted to keep him safe was oddly comforting. Yet it wasn't what he wanted. \n\nDid she honestly think he was just going to say, sure, I'll just let you go? No. She didn't, and part of him wondered if she chose this way of telling him in the hopes that he would see how much it hurt her, to tell him this.\n\nHe did see it. It pained him, and he couldn't make himself try to comfort him. He understood it would be worse if he did. \"I do understand\" he said softly, because he did. \"You fear that you will ruin me, when all you have done so far is make me a better man. You fear that because I love you, I'll get hurt. Everyone risks that. But I know you think that that hurt could be death. I understand that. I can, and do protect myself. You think I don't know, that I don't understand. That I don't know that Ben is probably dead, due to Anthony but you think that it's your fault. when it isn't. You tell me you love me, and then that I can't follow you. When we both know that I will. Because, Damn it, I need you. You think I dont, that all I needed was a little confidence booster. Maybe that's so. I need you. You expect me to just agree, and walk away. But I'm not your parents, and im definetely not your grandmother, or whoever else has left you and made you feel like nothing. So you can leave. But I will follow.\"\n\nThe words just tumbled out, unchecked, and he was shocked at tears stinging his own eyes. He couldn't remember the last time he had cried. He must have been a kid. And it was probably for something foolish. There was pain in his chest, and irrational fear, panic. Because he feared she might ask, instead of tell. And he didn't know if he could resist that. \n\nHe took a step forward, just acting on instinct now, he gently removed her hands from her face. \"Please\"\n\n****\n\nKalinda shook her head \"I'm not cute. And you are an idiot. What's to stop me from going to Wayne, and telling him? You can't use Griffin and Zack against me, since you will just hurt them either way. You are efficient in the use of their abilities-your baby bird type flying yesterday proves that. In fact, I might just go to Wayne now\"\n\nShe slid into the shadows chuckling.\n\n****\n\nPhoebe nodded and smiled \"sure\" she said, taking their trays and putting them ontop of a bin, before unlocking the wheelchairs breaks, and pushing the wheelchair outside.", "username": "MarshiestMallow", "char_name": "Phoebe" }, { "text": "Arnold rolled his eyes at Kalinda's threat. He didn't care if she went and told the Bat that he was up to something. She had no proof. Nor did she know what his plans were. The worse old Bruce could do was watch him. Technically he hadn't broken any of the school's rules. Which meant that there was nothing that Wayne could do to him. The Bat might not like it be the rules were the rules. And he was following them for the most part.", "username": "KatherinWinter", "char_name": null } ]
"That's good, I hope it helps you out too." It saddened Makoto that Katherin would feel lost. She wondered how and in what way her new friend felt this way. Was it social? future goal based? She wasn't sure and as Katherin seemed deep in thought about it, it didn't feel right to ask those questions. As a result, Makoto posed a statement instead. "If you need any help, please feel free to ask me. Alright?" The two girls rounded the corner and walked through one of the many sets of double doors to enter the cafeteria. Makoto quickly scanned the area for Phoebe and Flood. She didn't see either of them as of yet in the large, noisy, and crowded room.
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Hidden Lilly
Makoto まこと (Gale) Izumi
Gender: Female Age: 17 PARENTS: Storm mentored her but her birth parents were Kaito and Jessica Izumi Powers: Lightning and electrical currents. She can manipulate intensity of the electrical energy as well as form. She can withstand higher levels of electrical disturbances in her body than other people. She also has the ability of cytokinesis (self healing). Studying a mix of Chinese martial arts; Baguazhang and Iron Palm - Being able to manipulate what voltage of power she releases during a strike (knows how to release it but can't control how much to release) - how to accurately generate electricity by herself - the martial arts styles listed Voltage Reference Bio: Makoto's father was Japanese and her mother was Caucasian/Canadian. They lived happily together in a small home. At the age of 10 her father was diagnosed with cancer. He battled and they tried to get him the best treatment they could. In the end the doctors had caught it too late and he died when Makoto was 12. Makoto's mother did her best to cope and continue to raise Makoto the best she could. The loss of her father took quite a toll on her mother. She began to drink in secret. As time went on and the effectiveness of alcohol wore off, Makoto's mom began to drink more frequently and in greater amounts. Often her mom would go to a local bar and not be home until practically the next morning just in time to go to work. One morning, Makoto awoke to the doorbell ringing. She opened it and to her surprise there was a police officer there. He explained to her that earlier in the evening her mother had gotten into a car crash while still intoxicated and died. In a way Makoto was glad that when her mom crashed, she hadn't hit another car and killed others, but she was still pained by her mother's passing. Makoto was 14. There were not many people left around her since her mother had pushed most of their family friends away and didn't make it easy to build relationships with people at school (not allowed to go out or have people over). Makoto managed alright after that, being in a suspended state of shock. Her world came crashing down one day when it came to the attention of her high school teachers that she was underage and without parents. Child services was notified and Makoto did not take the action lightly. It made everything real, she couldn't just pretend that her mother was still out at a bar somewhere. It was in this moment that 15 year old Makoto manifested her powers, scaring the social worker and company away. She tried to pack up and leave, maybe find somewhere else to go so that they couldn't find her again. Maybe enroll in a night school or something to continue her education. As she bundled up and left, it was spring, she couldn't help but notice that as she walked by people their hair would begin to stand on end. If she loitered people would begin discussing that it's a phenomenon that happens right before a lightning strike, yet no storms were forecasted. It was all too close to the truth for Makoto and she kept moving until she came across a quiet area she could sit and think without hurting anyone. She closed her eyes, trying to calm herself down. "Hello young lady." Makoto looked up. There was a very attractive woman standing in front of her, talking to her. "You seem upset, are you alright?" "I'm fine." This woman made her uncomfortable. Something was wrong… "Are you sure? Why don't you let me buy you a hot chocolate?" The woman persisted. "No thanks, I'm alright." Makoto began to squirm and try to scoot away. "No, you need to come with me." The woman reached out to grab Makoto's wrist, succeeding. "No! Let go!" Makoto yelled, releasing an amplified amount of the static electricity she created into the area and the women. The lady cried out in pain, her skin flipping like scales to reveal many identities and settling on a blue face. Makoto was stunned, as much about the woman as she was about herself. She tried to get up and run but by the time she was able to recover herself, the woman was moving again. The people around had begun to shriek and cry out for help. Not long after other people, mutants clashed in a fray. Makoto seemed to be in the middle of it. Finally she seemed to land under the care of a team of mutants in black and yellow uniforms. "What's going on?" Makoto asked, trying to put pieces together. "Where are you taking me?" "To a safer place than this where you can learn to control your powers." A woman with silver hair said to her. Soon and with little argument from Makoto, they were off. It wasn't long before they arrived at their destination, The Academy. Appearance: Appearance Classes: - Chinease Martial Arts - Power Development - Advanced Anatomy and Physiology - Gym?
[ { "text": "Connor shifted his center of gravity slightly, stopping himself stumbling too much when Kijani pushed him. He stood there, like a statue, and took the verbal blows, his face a mask of nothingness, but the tears still stung his eyes. He watched her run off, and found he didn't have the strength to follow. \n\nHe sat, shaking, dropping his head into his hands, the pain too much. Part of him realised that she still hadn't asked. Just done everything she could to make it virtually impossible to follow her. The rest of him didn't listen that that little, rational part, the emotions swarming him. \n\nHe didn't care that he was in a place where everyone had access to, where students were still walking by, on their way to lunch, or just...anywhere. The tears fell, thick, hot and fast. He would probably never know how he got his suit on, how he managed to program it to home. Maybe Ignot just knew. \n\nAll he knew was he found himself standing in his front yard. just standing. \n\n****\n\n Phoebe didn't push Nicholas far, and stopped by the tree that was meant to be an apple tree, but wasn't. She looked to Nicholas, and said \"Do you have trouble making apples?\"", "username": "MarshiestMallow", "char_name": "Phoebe" }, { "text": "Nicholas looked up at Phoebe with his deep blue eyes,He nodded to her relaxing back into his chair letting some vines come out of his shelves.The vines moved up to the tree and to the branches making some apples grow on the branches.\n\nHe had retained some of his powers and they were coming back to him slowly soon he would have his powers back and more.", "username": "Eviledd1984", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Kijani made it to her room, and she didn't know how. Her whole body was shaking. Getting in, she stared at her room, which was spotless. All of her things were packed and labeled. She had cleaned. The only possessions remaining were her laptop, and her sword, sitting neatly in it's scabbard. \n\nWiping the tears from her face, she went to her bed and slipped her hand under her mattress. Pulling out the communicator, she went to the bathroom and tossed it into the toilet, flushing it. Even if it managed to survive being submerged, it would be useless to track.\n\nHer phone rang in her pocket, and she sighed. Was Connor calling her that fast? She answered it without looking. \n\n\"What?\"\n\n\"Ms. Ryane. I didn't think you'd pick up.\"\n\nOf all the days, of all the hours. Kijani rubbed the bridge of her nose. It would be faster to hear him out than try to ignore him. \"What could you possibly want from me right now, Anthony?\"", "username": "Mistress Dizzy", "char_name": "Kijani Ryane" }, { "text": "Phoebe frowned slightly. Maybe it was just...a barrier for her. \"I can't grow apples. I don't know why. Everytime I go to try, I make Pineapples.\" She said, reaching up and taking an apple. \n\n\n****\n\nConnor supposed that the security camera's picked him up, just standing there, as his mother came out, with a smile on her face \"Con-What is it? What's wrong?\" Connor didn't know how to answer. He made an attempt to speak, but nothing came out. \n\n\"Tony!\" His mother called, back to the house, and Connor wasn't surprised that his father came quickly. \n\n\"I don't know what's wrong...\" His mother said\n\nHis father budged Connor to the house, and Connor walked. He didn't get far into the house, sitting down at the dinning room table. \"What's wrong, Connie?\" His mother asked. \n\nConnor dropped his head into his hands again, and heaved a great sigh, before telling them.", "username": "MarshiestMallow", "char_name": "Phoebe" }, { "text": "Makoto smiled at Katherin, encouraged that she would be taken up on her offer as much as to encourage Katherin that it will all work out. \n\n\"There is no pressure, you don't need to explain if you don't want to. I won't force you.\" Makoto maneuvered the other students with Katherin as they got in line to receive food. Quickly selecting their food the two looked out into the sea of people once again. \"It's pretty crowded in here, should we find somewhere else to eat?\" Makoto asked, only seeing a few single seats here and there. \"I guess in a room this busy, Flood's reputation with the other students would come in handy.\" She joked, trying to make Katherin laugh.", "username": "Hidden Lilly", "char_name": "Makoto まこと (Gale) Izumi" }, { "text": "Nicholas let out a child like giggle using his vines to bring the apple down form the branch to Pheobe,He wondered why she couldn't do this because form what he saw she was quite powerful more so then him.", "username": "Eviledd1984", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Katherin smiled. Yes Flood could come in handy. The room was crowded. Normally she would have sat outside. But while she found the cold air comforting Makoto wouldn't. Especially after being wet earlier. She searched the room looking for a place they could sit. She saw a table on the far side of the room that was empty. \"Follow me I see a spot.\"", "username": "KatherinWinter", "char_name": "Katherin Winter" }, { "text": "Flood wandered the school when he heard his name being mentioned. He moved quickly towards Katherin and Makoto. \"Did someone call for Wanderer Extraordinaire Flood?\" He said in a British tone as he got out a top hat and quickly put it on.", "username": "Flood", "char_name": null } ]
Makoto followed Katherin to the table, and were quickly joined by Flood. Makoto welcomed Flood with a warm smile. "Good afternoon Flood." She said, giggling softly at his odd comment. "We were having a hard time finding somewhere to sit and figured that if you were with us, we may have had better luck." Flood's blunt comment about how other student's treated him from yesterday seemed to gold true as some students at the part of the table where Katherin and Makoto were sitting paused eating and fairly gracefully got up to leave, all the while giving cut eye to Flood. Makoto didn't like how they treated him, he really didn't seem that bad outside of being a bit of a loose cannon. By the other student's leaving however, it left room for Flood to sit down and join Katherin and Makoto if he wanted to. There were also a few other seats at the table open for other classmates if they wanted to sit with the trio. Makoto took a bite out of her sandwich, it tasted amazing. The food always seemed to be so fresh and well kept here. Even the fruit that shouldn't be in season tasted like they were truly sun grown.
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Makoto まこと (Gale) Izumi
Gender: Female Age: 17 PARENTS: Storm mentored her but her birth parents were Kaito and Jessica Izumi Powers: Lightning and electrical currents. She can manipulate intensity of the electrical energy as well as form. She can withstand higher levels of electrical disturbances in her body than other people. She also has the ability of cytokinesis (self healing). Studying a mix of Chinese martial arts; Baguazhang and Iron Palm - Being able to manipulate what voltage of power she releases during a strike (knows how to release it but can't control how much to release) - how to accurately generate electricity by herself - the martial arts styles listed Voltage Reference Bio: Makoto's father was Japanese and her mother was Caucasian/Canadian. They lived happily together in a small home. At the age of 10 her father was diagnosed with cancer. He battled and they tried to get him the best treatment they could. In the end the doctors had caught it too late and he died when Makoto was 12. Makoto's mother did her best to cope and continue to raise Makoto the best she could. The loss of her father took quite a toll on her mother. She began to drink in secret. As time went on and the effectiveness of alcohol wore off, Makoto's mom began to drink more frequently and in greater amounts. Often her mom would go to a local bar and not be home until practically the next morning just in time to go to work. One morning, Makoto awoke to the doorbell ringing. She opened it and to her surprise there was a police officer there. He explained to her that earlier in the evening her mother had gotten into a car crash while still intoxicated and died. In a way Makoto was glad that when her mom crashed, she hadn't hit another car and killed others, but she was still pained by her mother's passing. Makoto was 14. There were not many people left around her since her mother had pushed most of their family friends away and didn't make it easy to build relationships with people at school (not allowed to go out or have people over). Makoto managed alright after that, being in a suspended state of shock. Her world came crashing down one day when it came to the attention of her high school teachers that she was underage and without parents. Child services was notified and Makoto did not take the action lightly. It made everything real, she couldn't just pretend that her mother was still out at a bar somewhere. It was in this moment that 15 year old Makoto manifested her powers, scaring the social worker and company away. She tried to pack up and leave, maybe find somewhere else to go so that they couldn't find her again. Maybe enroll in a night school or something to continue her education. As she bundled up and left, it was spring, she couldn't help but notice that as she walked by people their hair would begin to stand on end. If she loitered people would begin discussing that it's a phenomenon that happens right before a lightning strike, yet no storms were forecasted. It was all too close to the truth for Makoto and she kept moving until she came across a quiet area she could sit and think without hurting anyone. She closed her eyes, trying to calm herself down. "Hello young lady." Makoto looked up. There was a very attractive woman standing in front of her, talking to her. "You seem upset, are you alright?" "I'm fine." This woman made her uncomfortable. Something was wrong… "Are you sure? Why don't you let me buy you a hot chocolate?" The woman persisted. "No thanks, I'm alright." Makoto began to squirm and try to scoot away. "No, you need to come with me." The woman reached out to grab Makoto's wrist, succeeding. "No! Let go!" Makoto yelled, releasing an amplified amount of the static electricity she created into the area and the women. The lady cried out in pain, her skin flipping like scales to reveal many identities and settling on a blue face. Makoto was stunned, as much about the woman as she was about herself. She tried to get up and run but by the time she was able to recover herself, the woman was moving again. The people around had begun to shriek and cry out for help. Not long after other people, mutants clashed in a fray. Makoto seemed to be in the middle of it. Finally she seemed to land under the care of a team of mutants in black and yellow uniforms. "What's going on?" Makoto asked, trying to put pieces together. "Where are you taking me?" "To a safer place than this where you can learn to control your powers." A woman with silver hair said to her. Soon and with little argument from Makoto, they were off. It wasn't long before they arrived at their destination, The Academy. Appearance: Appearance Classes: - Chinease Martial Arts - Power Development - Advanced Anatomy and Physiology - Gym?
[ { "text": "His reaction was only natural. Sadly this kind of thing Kagerou had seen before, in herself. Manipulated, lied to, the sense of worthlessness. Having committed unspeakable acts throughout her life span it had not been uncommon in the early years. Were she not able to end herself then she would not be here now. Having become numb to death for a time she would have made a terrible council. Of course now life was a more precious thing to her. For most it was a brief period in time that could make amazing impacts on many lives. It has been a privilege to witness some of those moments.\n\nNodding as Connor spoke Kagerou waited until he had said his piece. She looked at Kijani for a while before turning back to the young man. \"Don't worry Connor. I can feel that she is strong. But from what you describe, misguided. I've seen it plenty of times. But probably more valuable is that I've been there.\" She smiled reassuringly. \"I didn't have anyone to help me through it though. That's what you and I are here for. But we need to make sure that we are careful. Emotions run high coming back from this and we want to try and ease her back. And if that means you being here causes undue stress then I will send you out. Do you understand?\"", "username": "twave", "char_name": "Kagerou Rotusu" }, { "text": "His reaction was only natural. Sadly this kind of thing Kagerou had seen before, in herself. Manipulated, lied to, the sense of worthlessness. Having committed unspeakable acts throughout her life span it had not been uncommon in the early years. Were she not able to end herself then she would not be here now. Having become numb to death for a time she would have made a terrible council. Of course now life was a more precious thing to her. For most it was a brief period in time that could make amazing impacts on many lives. It has been a privilege to witness some of those moments.\n\nNodding as Connor spoke Kagerou waited until he had said his piece. She looked at Kijani for a while before turning back to the young man. \"Don't worry Connor. I can feel that she is strong. But from what you describe, misguided. I've seen it plenty of times. But probably more valuable is that I've been there.\" She smiled reassuringly, but her tone was serious. This was not one of those moments where was was playing around. \"I didn't have anyone to help me through it though. That's what you and I are here for. But we need to make sure that we are careful. Emotions run high coming back from this and we want to try and ease her back. And if that means you being here causes undue stress then I will send you out. Do you understand?\"", "username": "twave", "char_name": "Kagerou Rotusu" }, { "text": "\"You can try\" Connor said softly, \"but for Kijani, I imagine waking up without any familiar faces, waking up to nurses, to medication and to the hospital room would be worse then me being here, despite everything. She would, I imagine, believe she was being hurt, being assessed, rather then being treated. So you can try to make me leave, but I won't, not until im assured she is safe and that she is okay.\"\n\nHe didn't give a damn about anything else at the moment, except that Kijani was still breathing. She could be mad at him. She could hate him. But he would never be sorry for it. \n\nSomething had triggered this, something bad turn her to this option. And Conner was betting it had something to do with yesterday, and whatever she had read on her laptop. The most logical thing was an email. And who would want to mess with Kijani, to turn her life to this?\n\nHer grandmother was the first that came to mind. Of course, Connor could if he wished hack into her account. But he didn't want to do that. It seemed like an invasion of privacy. Still...what would cause her to choose this option? He thought back to everything. She didn't want to ruin him. Did her grandmother have something on him?\n\nIf this, if her trying to kill herself was because of him...how could he live with himself? He dropped his head into his hands, and let out a breath. How could she not trust him to protect himself? He sighed, and looked over to Kijani, through the nurses.", "username": "MarshiestMallow", "char_name": "Phoebe" }, { "text": "And none too surprising Connor missed the \"if\" in the second to last sentence. Right now she had no intention of kicking him out. In reality she needed him here in the beginning as he knew Kijani better. There were a lot more questions that needed to be answered but those could wait. Still, his reaction was better than complatiency. It meant he cared for the girl and was probably the one she wanted assuming he could keep his head about him.", "username": "twave", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Nicholas wrote something down on his notepad handing it back to her,\"I will as long as she doesn't see me in this damn wheelchair\" It said with Nicholas turning his head away form her.\n\nIt was true he didn't want to be seen by anyone at the moment,Until he has recovered then he will see Devika.", "username": "Eviledd1984", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Since things seemed to be somewhat settled with Jack, Estella headed to get some lunch. A lot more faces she recognized now. It was kind of like a lightbulb went off in her head. Of course it was probably from someone else which was kind of a weird thing to think about. Getting a tray she scanned the room for anyone she knew. Spotting Phoebe with the others she headed that way. At least that was someone they both seemed to know. Not having the whole speech thing down she stuck with her telepathy. \"Hey guys. How is everyone doing?\" Taking a seat she didn't seem to play much mind that Nicholas was now in a wheelchair.", "username": "twave", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Kijani stirred, and her eyes opened. For several seconds, it was clear that she had no idea where she was. Her eyes, which were usually bright gold, were dull and faded, unfocused. Her gaze finally fixed on the only familiar thing in the room. \n\n\"C-conn...\" Her mouth didn't work. \"Connor...\" Suddenly she realized she wasn't in hell, she wasn't gone. She was still here, and even in the last thing she'd done to take her destiny back, she had failed. \n\n\"No. No- no no-nononoooo---\" Starting to shake, she tried to get up. Tried to, but her body was far too weak to respond. The covers felt like they were made of lead. She started to cry, silently at first, but then she curled and sobbed openly. It didn't matter who saw anymore. Nothing did.", "username": "Mistress Dizzy", "char_name": "Kijani Ryane" }, { "text": "Connor was wary of Kagerou. He didn't know who she was, or what she could do, nor did he knew if she was trustworthy. For all he knew, she was a spy for Waller. Or magneto. Or so many others. How could he know? He shifted, watching her warily. But his heart wasn't in it. A thick weight of guilt, dread, worry and fear filled him, and it wasn't a pleasant mix. He was about to speak, when Kijani said his name.\n\nHe looked about quickly, already rising from the chair, and stopped at the almost wail like no. And then he continued. He didn't know if he had any comfort left to give right then, or if he even had anything to say, and for one, brief vanity filled moment, he wished he didn't look like he'd been put through the mill once or twice. If only so he didn't seem distressed. \n\nHe reached out carefully, hating to see her so upset, so vulnerable, so....broken. He had never thought to apply that to Kijani. But right then, right there, it seemed like it. So he turned from comfort, knowing that would probably make it worse. He shoved his hands in his pockets, and bowed his head. \n\n\"Why?\" He asked softly, after a time. \"Why do this, why let them win? By doing this...but trying to k-kill\" He stumbled over the words, \"Yourself...you let them win. You let them prove that you were nothing. That your weak, that you just can't hack it. You let them think that, even as you think it might be taken back control. Its neither! Its a way out, yes, a way out of everything, a way out of not dealing witht the crap life brings\"\n\nHe let out a breath slowly. \"Why didn't you talk to me? Oh, kijani\" And now he moved to comfort, to soothe, as much for himself, as for Kijani. \"The thing about life is that there are bright spots, bright patches that let you deal with the crap. We can figure something out, whatever is wrong enough to bring you to this\" he said softly, so softly, and right then, he didn't care about anything else The fear disappeared slightly, for she was alive and awake. \n\nHe took her hand, and was silent for a moment. \"If you want me to leave....well, I won't. So you'll just have to deal with that.\"\n****\n\nPhoebe read the note, and a rare anger filled her. \"Damn it, Nicholas!! What if you are in the bloody wheelchair for the rest of your life? Are you going to be a coward and hide for the rest of your life? Better to face the worse now, then be dodging everyone for years! Do you think people will think less of you, because you're in the chair? They won't. They'll think less of you for hiding, for being too much of a coward to face them!\" \n\nSeeing Estella come over, Phoebe fell silent, and sighed, taking a deep breath, she managed a smile, \"Oh. Well. You know, its been a hectic morning to be honest\"", "username": "MarshiestMallow", "char_name": "Phoebe" } ]
Makoto keeping a weather ear and eye out for Phoebe managed to catch a bit of Flood's self-talk. She paused in her eating, curiosity causing her to respond. "What?" Makoto looked up, not really seeing much until she realized there was a well hidden shape that didn't quite belong. It was spherical and dark to match the ceiling and shadows, but the beams were all very straight edged. She focused her gaze on it. "Flood, do you know what that is?" she asked, squinting at the object, trying to get a better look.
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Makoto まこと (Gale) Izumi
Gender: Female Age: 17 PARENTS: Storm mentored her but her birth parents were Kaito and Jessica Izumi Powers: Lightning and electrical currents. She can manipulate intensity of the electrical energy as well as form. She can withstand higher levels of electrical disturbances in her body than other people. She also has the ability of cytokinesis (self healing). Studying a mix of Chinese martial arts; Baguazhang and Iron Palm - Being able to manipulate what voltage of power she releases during a strike (knows how to release it but can't control how much to release) - how to accurately generate electricity by herself - the martial arts styles listed Voltage Reference Bio: Makoto's father was Japanese and her mother was Caucasian/Canadian. They lived happily together in a small home. At the age of 10 her father was diagnosed with cancer. He battled and they tried to get him the best treatment they could. In the end the doctors had caught it too late and he died when Makoto was 12. Makoto's mother did her best to cope and continue to raise Makoto the best she could. The loss of her father took quite a toll on her mother. She began to drink in secret. As time went on and the effectiveness of alcohol wore off, Makoto's mom began to drink more frequently and in greater amounts. Often her mom would go to a local bar and not be home until practically the next morning just in time to go to work. One morning, Makoto awoke to the doorbell ringing. She opened it and to her surprise there was a police officer there. He explained to her that earlier in the evening her mother had gotten into a car crash while still intoxicated and died. In a way Makoto was glad that when her mom crashed, she hadn't hit another car and killed others, but she was still pained by her mother's passing. Makoto was 14. There were not many people left around her since her mother had pushed most of their family friends away and didn't make it easy to build relationships with people at school (not allowed to go out or have people over). Makoto managed alright after that, being in a suspended state of shock. Her world came crashing down one day when it came to the attention of her high school teachers that she was underage and without parents. Child services was notified and Makoto did not take the action lightly. It made everything real, she couldn't just pretend that her mother was still out at a bar somewhere. It was in this moment that 15 year old Makoto manifested her powers, scaring the social worker and company away. She tried to pack up and leave, maybe find somewhere else to go so that they couldn't find her again. Maybe enroll in a night school or something to continue her education. As she bundled up and left, it was spring, she couldn't help but notice that as she walked by people their hair would begin to stand on end. If she loitered people would begin discussing that it's a phenomenon that happens right before a lightning strike, yet no storms were forecasted. It was all too close to the truth for Makoto and she kept moving until she came across a quiet area she could sit and think without hurting anyone. She closed her eyes, trying to calm herself down. "Hello young lady." Makoto looked up. There was a very attractive woman standing in front of her, talking to her. "You seem upset, are you alright?" "I'm fine." This woman made her uncomfortable. Something was wrong… "Are you sure? Why don't you let me buy you a hot chocolate?" The woman persisted. "No thanks, I'm alright." Makoto began to squirm and try to scoot away. "No, you need to come with me." The woman reached out to grab Makoto's wrist, succeeding. "No! Let go!" Makoto yelled, releasing an amplified amount of the static electricity she created into the area and the women. The lady cried out in pain, her skin flipping like scales to reveal many identities and settling on a blue face. Makoto was stunned, as much about the woman as she was about herself. She tried to get up and run but by the time she was able to recover herself, the woman was moving again. The people around had begun to shriek and cry out for help. Not long after other people, mutants clashed in a fray. Makoto seemed to be in the middle of it. Finally she seemed to land under the care of a team of mutants in black and yellow uniforms. "What's going on?" Makoto asked, trying to put pieces together. "Where are you taking me?" "To a safer place than this where you can learn to control your powers." A woman with silver hair said to her. Soon and with little argument from Makoto, they were off. It wasn't long before they arrived at their destination, The Academy. Appearance: Appearance Classes: - Chinease Martial Arts - Power Development - Advanced Anatomy and Physiology - Gym?
[ { "text": "Very good questions. Considering it shouldn't be surprising given his history. \"Very to the point. It reminds me of your grandfather when he was actually being serious.\" It didn't take her long to actually return the answers. She held up a finger briefly for the first question. \"I don't know why I'm here. I've never really needed a reason to visit before. But there is always something to do here that is better than some alternatives so I fill what role I can.\" Moving to the next two fingers went up. \"I want to help because she is broken. Letting her past dictate her future is not the way to live. It took me far too long to learn that and I'll be damned if I just sit back and watch.\" The last point didn't need a gesture so she simply put her hands down. \"And I may not get anything out of it. That is up to Kijani if she wants to offer anything. But there isn't anything I really need or want that I can't get on my own.\" Her expression had remained calm and collected but her eyes were focused. \"My reputation is not spotless by any stretch of the imagination. Power and leverage I've had in spades throughout my lifetime. Those are all temporary and lack any real value. People are always trying to userp each other to improve their own lives because they only have so long to enjoy it. I'm practically immortal so that kind of nonsense doesn't make a difference anymore. Maybe I'm trying to make up for past sins but it's what I do now.\"", "username": "twave", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Makoto shrieked when Flood tackled both herself and Katherin out of the way. Paint had still managed to get on some of her clothing, which made her angry and concerned. She didn't have many changes of clothes that was for certain. Now, as she looked to Flood, proudly covered in many shades of colour she couldn't help but smile. Her smile grew and widened until it was a true beaming smile. Her world had fully crashed yesterday, had totally spun upside down and spat her out dizzy. For the first time in a long time she truly smiled. She even, slowly, something began to bubble up inside her. Makoto giggled at the situation she and her friends found themselves in. She sat on the floor, enjoying the moment and it's silliness. \n\n\"Flood, you look ridiculous.\"", "username": "Hidden Lilly", "char_name": "Makoto まこと (Gale) Izumi" }, { "text": "Katherin grunted when Flood hit her. The breath was temporarily knocked out of her but luckily she wasn't hurt. She lay there trying to catch her breath and seeing stars. She head Makoto laughing. She didn't know how the girl could laugh. They looked like idiots all covered in paint. Then she looked at them and joined in the laughter. \"Well this is one way to add color to my day. Not what I was think but its one solution.\" She shook her head. \"Now I have to change. I don't want to go to Mimic's class like this...actually...\" She paused to consider the idea.", "username": "KatherinWinter", "char_name": "Katherin Winter" }, { "text": "Adding Phoebe to their little group the three could talk using Estella as a telepathic medium. \"There we go. Phoebe can hear us now too.\"", "username": "twave", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Connor sighed and closed his eyes. A dull ache began at the base of his skull and he said wearily \"she won't like any help from you. She doesn't know you and beyond that, she thinks everyone has to have an agenda to help, a reason. She finds it strange that I'm still here, and that I want nothing more then for her to be happy and safe. Sometimes though, I feel like she accepts it. And those are the best moments, even if they are fleeting. She will suspect you of trying to hurt her, or of wanting something drom her. She finds it difficult to understand the selfless offer, and even more difficult to understand that sometimes asking is all you need to do. Her parents didn't give much thought, if any, for her, and her grandmother is a manipulative, cold woman who has treated her like some sort of experiment. She's been raised to be superior, to accept nothing but the best. And that's part of the reason she has ended up her. While i haven't come to terms about it, I'm abother part of the whole. She probably thought she was protecting me, as she thinks it's her fault if something happens to me. She's always saying she will ruin me. Perhaps it's my fault for not telling her I've already taken steps to protect myself, after I got her away from her grandmother when she kidnapped her. I went to Mr Wayne, and to my father. I've already began to dig for information that will take Waller down. Easy enough, considering I'd already hacked into her system. I don't know if Waller knows that.Perhaps I should have told her. But is it foolish off me go not want her to worry? Perhaps. But I just wanted to protect her, even for a moment\" he opened his eyes, and looked down at Kijani.\n\n\"She thinks I can't understand what she needs to do, to be. That I can't understand that some of her intentions might not be...heroic. She thinks I'm too pure for her, and that I should be with some one who will be a hero\" he looked up, \"if I wanted that, then I'd have that. But I wanted her. And that's something else she has trouble understand. The thought that someone wants her.\" A soft laugh escaped him \"I don't even know how I managed to slip through the barriers she has, how I managed to embed myself into her heart. And I don't think she knows either, and that scares her. This could have all been so different, if she had asked me to leave. I would have, because then, I think, it would have been what she truly wanted. She may figure that out one day.\" He sighed again, wondering why he was saying all this to a virtual stranger.", "username": "MarshiestMallow", "char_name": "Phoebe" }, { "text": "\"Hello...\" He committed to Phoebe his voice sounding nervous but slowly went back to his semi normal self.", "username": "Eviledd1984", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Makoto's laugh fizzled out as she turned to face Katherin, the large smile still stretching across her face. She waited for Katherin to explain her comment, prompting her by saying;\n\n\"What? What have you thought of?\"\n\nMakoto couldn't help but notice that the students around the trio were not happy with the paint splatter. Many had in fact stormed off. She wondered if they were going to get into trouble if a teacher walked this deep into the cafeteria.", "username": "Hidden Lilly", "char_name": "Makoto まこと (Gale) Izumi" }, { "text": "Flood looked at the both of them. \"Sorry about that.\" He watched the students storm off and his smile shrunk a little but he began laughing when everyone else laughed. \"You guys might want to go change, class will be starting soon.\" He began taking his jacket off to reveal another clean black jacket underneath. His jacket was the only thing not covered with paint.", "username": "Flood", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Kagerou listened silently and patiently. There was quite a lot of information in what Connor said. It actually answered a lot of questions she had. Not knowing who Wallar is though was something she would need to clear up. Every little bit of information could be useful in helping out Kijani. After a couple moments of silence Kagerou sighed ever so slightly. \"Well it sounds like I have my work cut out for me. But this kind of thing has never been easy. I don't expect that Kijani will be very accepting of my help, but I will be serving at an official capacity for the academy. So I will not be coming out of the blue. I can produce the papers stating as such if need be. You will find that many of the senior members can vouch for me.\" \n\nShe was just getting up to speed with everything going on at this school. There was so much to do and not enough time in the day to do it. She was going to have to pick and choose carefully. \"Kijani may not be the only one I see. I've been informed of a lot of stressing events that I'm sure have put some other students on edge. So she needn't feel like I'm singling her out. But her actions make it clear that attention is needed for the immediate future. If she asks you about me then be honest. Whatever it is you think of me.\" Satisfied that Connor would keep a close eye on Kijani she made her way out. Waiting around in the room would only raise more questions as to who she was and why she was hovering around. Better to be introduced as a teacher than just some random person watching awkwardly. \"Don't worry Connor. We'll find the girl you've caught glimpses of.\" And with that she left.\n\nThere really was a lot to do. Next on her list was Nicholas. He appeared to be out and about already despite the events of the other day. For now she would watch from a distance. Following her senses he turned out to be in the cafeteria. None too surprising he was with his sister and another girl. Estella as she recalled. A returning student, an alien with telepathic abilities. Funny how that seems to be a common trait among extraterrestrials. She had lost her memory and was having some trouble figuring things out. But from here they all appeared to be doing fairly well and seemed to find each other on top of it. The last one that she wanted to check on was Jack. Word was he had lost his twin brother which had to be a difficult thing to cope with. Since these two looked like they were doing alright she went to find the other.", "username": "twave", "char_name": "Kagerou Rotusu" }, { "text": "Katherin smiled at Makoto. \"I was considering if going to Mimic's class covered in paint might give me an advantage.\" She answered with a smile. She doubted it. Mimic wasnt the kind to notice a student attire. She climbed to her feet. \"Came on Makoto. If we're going to change we have to hurry.\" She held her hands out to the other girl.", "username": "KatherinWinter", "char_name": "Katherin Winter" }, { "text": "Connor sighed as she left, and shifted slightly, carefully so he wouldn't wake Kijani, and looked down at her, hoping she was resting well, and wondered what he could do. \n\n-----\n\nPhoebe smiled, \"Thank you. No I don't feel like I'm just an observe\" She said, with a laugh, and leaned back slightly", "username": "MarshiestMallow", "char_name": "Phoebe" } ]
Makoto took Katherin's hands and hoisted herself up. She accepted Flood's apology. "I guess it just wasn't meant for me to wear these clothes today."Makoto joked, thinking back to earlier in the morning when the sprinklers had gone off. She had one change of clothing, she hoped that these clothes would not be stained to last her until she could accumulate more clothing to wear.
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Makoto まこと (Gale) Izumi
Gender: Female Age: 17 PARENTS: Storm mentored her but her birth parents were Kaito and Jessica Izumi Powers: Lightning and electrical currents. She can manipulate intensity of the electrical energy as well as form. She can withstand higher levels of electrical disturbances in her body than other people. She also has the ability of cytokinesis (self healing). Studying a mix of Chinese martial arts; Baguazhang and Iron Palm - Being able to manipulate what voltage of power she releases during a strike (knows how to release it but can't control how much to release) - how to accurately generate electricity by herself - the martial arts styles listed Voltage Reference Bio: Makoto's father was Japanese and her mother was Caucasian/Canadian. They lived happily together in a small home. At the age of 10 her father was diagnosed with cancer. He battled and they tried to get him the best treatment they could. In the end the doctors had caught it too late and he died when Makoto was 12. Makoto's mother did her best to cope and continue to raise Makoto the best she could. The loss of her father took quite a toll on her mother. She began to drink in secret. As time went on and the effectiveness of alcohol wore off, Makoto's mom began to drink more frequently and in greater amounts. Often her mom would go to a local bar and not be home until practically the next morning just in time to go to work. One morning, Makoto awoke to the doorbell ringing. She opened it and to her surprise there was a police officer there. He explained to her that earlier in the evening her mother had gotten into a car crash while still intoxicated and died. In a way Makoto was glad that when her mom crashed, she hadn't hit another car and killed others, but she was still pained by her mother's passing. Makoto was 14. There were not many people left around her since her mother had pushed most of their family friends away and didn't make it easy to build relationships with people at school (not allowed to go out or have people over). Makoto managed alright after that, being in a suspended state of shock. Her world came crashing down one day when it came to the attention of her high school teachers that she was underage and without parents. Child services was notified and Makoto did not take the action lightly. It made everything real, she couldn't just pretend that her mother was still out at a bar somewhere. It was in this moment that 15 year old Makoto manifested her powers, scaring the social worker and company away. She tried to pack up and leave, maybe find somewhere else to go so that they couldn't find her again. Maybe enroll in a night school or something to continue her education. As she bundled up and left, it was spring, she couldn't help but notice that as she walked by people their hair would begin to stand on end. If she loitered people would begin discussing that it's a phenomenon that happens right before a lightning strike, yet no storms were forecasted. It was all too close to the truth for Makoto and she kept moving until she came across a quiet area she could sit and think without hurting anyone. She closed her eyes, trying to calm herself down. "Hello young lady." Makoto looked up. There was a very attractive woman standing in front of her, talking to her. "You seem upset, are you alright?" "I'm fine." This woman made her uncomfortable. Something was wrong… "Are you sure? Why don't you let me buy you a hot chocolate?" The woman persisted. "No thanks, I'm alright." Makoto began to squirm and try to scoot away. "No, you need to come with me." The woman reached out to grab Makoto's wrist, succeeding. "No! Let go!" Makoto yelled, releasing an amplified amount of the static electricity she created into the area and the women. The lady cried out in pain, her skin flipping like scales to reveal many identities and settling on a blue face. Makoto was stunned, as much about the woman as she was about herself. She tried to get up and run but by the time she was able to recover herself, the woman was moving again. The people around had begun to shriek and cry out for help. Not long after other people, mutants clashed in a fray. Makoto seemed to be in the middle of it. Finally she seemed to land under the care of a team of mutants in black and yellow uniforms. "What's going on?" Makoto asked, trying to put pieces together. "Where are you taking me?" "To a safer place than this where you can learn to control your powers." A woman with silver hair said to her. Soon and with little argument from Makoto, they were off. It wasn't long before they arrived at their destination, The Academy. Appearance: Appearance Classes: - Chinease Martial Arts - Power Development - Advanced Anatomy and Physiology - Gym?
[ { "text": "Dean felt a little better form her words now smiling a little her touching his messy head of hair,\"Thank you Devika...i know i can be a little be stronger emotionally because of all of you...\" He said to her now smiling himself letting out a child like squeal moving his upper body in excitement. \"So...do i still have to fight Mimic?\" He communicated to her now going back to looking clam.@Mistress Dizzy", "username": "Eviledd1984", "char_name": null }, { "text": "(Whoops. Sorry Ed. Also, who's Dean?)\n\nDevika grinned at him. It was odd to see Nick so happy, but she didn't mind it at all. His emotions were a bit overwhelming, though. Perhaps it was because he'd never used them before? His emotions felt the same to her as a young child's, pure and clear and very uncluttered by life. Strange.\n\n\"Do you still have to fight Mimic? I hope not. If he tries, I'll make him pee himself with fear.\" She paused, thinking about the group battle that had ended poorly. Mimic had blocked her powers, hadn't he? She needed something new.\n\n\"Or maybe I'll just punch him in the throat, I don't know.\"", "username": "Mistress Dizzy", "char_name": "Devika Jones" }, { "text": "(Sorry i meant to put Nicholas)\n\n\"I hope not..i do not think i am ready to face him just yet until i recover form my wounds...\" Nicholas communicated to her feeling a little bewildered by if he had to face the teacher in his current state,He didn't know if he could and would think he would win agasint Mimic being in a wheelchair.\n\nNicholas gave a child like giggle when she said she would punch Mimic in throat,He would like that since he didn't really like Mimic anyway.\"But i think form what my father did to me gave me...how i say gain a powerup form him...i feel..strong..\" He added now rubbing his knees.", "username": "Eviledd1984", "char_name": null }, { "text": "She only picked up an apple, though naturally the ripest, reddest one available. She looked over to him with a pointed glare. \"I truly dislike the fact you grew up here sometimes.\" She sighed, walking to a table and taking a seat. Pulling a small knife from the top of her boot she began to cut slices from the apple. \n\nShe was quiet for a moment as she looked at him, before suddenly saying \"Sometimes I pretend I'm someone else. Not quite like that, but it helps. I mean one day you're here, bored beyond belief, and then the next, well...\" She paused and smiled at him, at a smile which told more than words could, of the sights they'd seen and the things they'd done. \"Then again I suppose I spend a lot of my time pretending to be someone else. But I do understand how stark that difference is.\" How the monotony will eat away at you. How can one possibly be happy to stay still when they know just how big of a world it is?", "username": "Klyix", "char_name": "Eldkatla 'Kat' Lokidóttir" }, { "text": "\"I people watch, I hang out with the few people who tolerate me, I train. I also collect unique weapons. I think my main hobby is building weapons though.\" He listed as the limp healed itself and he shuddered.", "username": "Flood", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Connor flinched as if he had been hit. And his voice was oddly cold as he spoke. \"I wish you'd stop just assuming that. Just assuming that's do everything I do because of some hero aspiration. Instead of it being that, pure and simply, I care. I don't do things to be a hero, don't do then because that's what heroes do. I do them because I care. I have no aspirations to be a hero or a villain. I'll simply be who I am, and right now...right now I'm hurt. In worried, I'm concerned, and im just so so tired.\"\n\nAnd he was. \n\nHe sighed softly. And now e dropped into the chair, \"we all make our own future. And so what if something happens? So what, if you are a dead end? What does it matter, if we can be happy, even for a little bit? What's the point of living if you don't take a risk, don't do anything but get up everyday, and go to sleep every night? I've never considered you a risk. Or a dead end.\"\n\nHe looked up, \"haven't you learned by now that continuing to try and push me away, to turn me off you-as if I can simply just walk away-is pointless? I'm sticking. I'm not going anywhere\" he shot a glance at Anthony, \"and as much as I hate to admit it, Anthony is the reason why I managed to get to you in time. So that instead of you being here alive, I would have found you dead. And that would have been many, many times worse then you just running away\"", "username": "MarshiestMallow", "char_name": "Phoebe" }, { "text": "Makoto and Katherin agreed to stop by her dorm room first. She used her key card to get into the room on the 2nd floor of the girl's dorm. The two girls walked into the small room, taking off their shoes at the front door. Makoto told Katherin that she was welcome to use the bathroom first and that ther would be some soap and shampoo in the shower for her to use. She then moved cautiously, deeper into her room. It felt off and the few things had been moved off the floor onto the bed. There was a new throw blanket folded on the end of the bed beside her backpack, a piece of paper folded on it. Makoto picked it up and quickly opened it. \n\nDear Makoto, \n\nWith only your backpack, there could not have been enough clothing and toiletries to last you for your new school year. Some of my colleagues and I managed to get a few spare things together for you, to help get you back on your feet. I hope your first day went well, talk to you soon.\n\n~Storm\n\nMakoto looked up from the note, and then around her room. Her desk now had some basic stationary supplies for school and a warm pair of mitts with a matching hat. She moved to the adjacent dresser and opened a drawer, there were clothes in it! She looked though the other drawers. Some of it was from her home and some of it seemed to have been donated to her. Makoto feeling so relieved and touched by the kindness sat down in front of the open drawers and began to cry softly.", "username": "Hidden Lilly", "char_name": "Makoto まこと (Gale) Izumi" }, { "text": "Kaden could only grin as he watched the glare radiating off of Kat. Ever since Kaden noticed the comparison between her father and the actor he mentioned, he never missed the chance to tease Kat over it. Though Kaden could not help but wonder on occasion, if he poked around the internet...would he find someone that looked just like his dear cousin? Sadly Kaden valued his life too much to risk it he didn't think she would kill him oh no its what she would do that would involve him staying alive that scared him. \n\nPicking up a small sub sandwich from the line he accompanied Kat to the lunch table and sat down next to her. As Kaden worked on peeling the wrapping paper off he listened to Kat speak of the monotony of the Academy and how could people possibly stand dealing with it for so long. As Kat finished Kaden shrugged, \"To most people the world is what they perceive by their lifestyle Kat. Most people get up, eat breakfast, go to school and or work. Then when the day is done they come home and go to sleep.\" Kaden said. \"Most people here have not experienced real conflict yet and are only here to learn how to control their powers. That's it some don't even want their lives to change. I know I didn't when I first filled out the registration forms to attend here.\" Kaden said before taking a bite out of his sandwich and swallowing.\n\n\"That changed though during the first time Magneto invaded the Academy.\" Kaden revealed. \"During that whole mess for the first time in my life...I felt different. Like I was actually doing something that felt good. I guess you can say I developed a craving for adventuring.\" Kaden said with a chuckle. \"I guess you could call this withdrawal.\" He chuckled. \"Still...\" He suddenly said reaching into his coat. \"If you are really bored Kat....I may have some ideas how to alleviate the monotony of your routine.\" he said with a grin. \"Have you ever tried Spleunking or Sky Diving?\" he asked.\n\n\n\nLee crossed his arms after pulling his hood down listening to Flood speak of his usual hobbies. \"Intersting ways to kill time.\" he said with a small grin. \"I myself am definitely one for collecting unique things as I am sure you are aware of.\" Lee mentioned before leaning against a nearby locker as he thought over what he was about to say. \"Since you seemed to figure me out so well. What I am about to offer you is both highly dangerous and extremely ludicrous. Though I can tell just by looking into your eyes you those very situations seem to be the type you enjoy the most.\" He said the grin widening on his face. \n\n\"I know how to make money and quickly for that matter. Plus I am guessing you are the one responsible for making those strange paint bombs I have been seeing all over the school as of late. How would you like to put them to a more proper usage? \" he asked.", "username": "Z2010Deadmeat", "char_name": "Lee (Last name unknown)" }, { "text": "Katherin was thankful for Makoto's off to shower. She made it quick since they had class. Just enough to get the paint off. Once she was washed off. She dried off. She frowned at her paint covered clothes. \"Well that was brilliant Katherin.\" She shook her head. She wrapped the towel around her and went into the main room. She heard Makoto crying. She hurried over to the other girl. \"Hey are you alright?\"", "username": "KatherinWinter", "char_name": "Katherin Winter" } ]
Makoto tried to wipe away the tears, all while smile crying. It was such an awkward way to cry and really, she was embarrassed to be seen in such a state. "Yeah, I will be now." She mumbled, standing up to get a tissue for her running nose. "I just wasn't expecting..." she paused, debating what to tell Katherin. Should she be honest? Would it be too much for the girl? Would she run away? Would Makoto herself be alright explaining things? "Storm came by, she brought me everything of what is here except my backpack and what is in it. She rescued me from the streets after I had run away." Makoto explained, hoping that it was a good enough explanation for now. Makoto reached for another tissue, this time to try and dry her eyes. She was sure that they were red and puffy by now.
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Makoto まこと (Gale) Izumi
Gender: Female Age: 17 PARENTS: Storm mentored her but her birth parents were Kaito and Jessica Izumi Powers: Lightning and electrical currents. She can manipulate intensity of the electrical energy as well as form. She can withstand higher levels of electrical disturbances in her body than other people. She also has the ability of cytokinesis (self healing). Studying a mix of Chinese martial arts; Baguazhang and Iron Palm - Being able to manipulate what voltage of power she releases during a strike (knows how to release it but can't control how much to release) - how to accurately generate electricity by herself - the martial arts styles listed Voltage Reference Bio: Makoto's father was Japanese and her mother was Caucasian/Canadian. They lived happily together in a small home. At the age of 10 her father was diagnosed with cancer. He battled and they tried to get him the best treatment they could. In the end the doctors had caught it too late and he died when Makoto was 12. Makoto's mother did her best to cope and continue to raise Makoto the best she could. The loss of her father took quite a toll on her mother. She began to drink in secret. As time went on and the effectiveness of alcohol wore off, Makoto's mom began to drink more frequently and in greater amounts. Often her mom would go to a local bar and not be home until practically the next morning just in time to go to work. One morning, Makoto awoke to the doorbell ringing. She opened it and to her surprise there was a police officer there. He explained to her that earlier in the evening her mother had gotten into a car crash while still intoxicated and died. In a way Makoto was glad that when her mom crashed, she hadn't hit another car and killed others, but she was still pained by her mother's passing. Makoto was 14. There were not many people left around her since her mother had pushed most of their family friends away and didn't make it easy to build relationships with people at school (not allowed to go out or have people over). Makoto managed alright after that, being in a suspended state of shock. Her world came crashing down one day when it came to the attention of her high school teachers that she was underage and without parents. Child services was notified and Makoto did not take the action lightly. It made everything real, she couldn't just pretend that her mother was still out at a bar somewhere. It was in this moment that 15 year old Makoto manifested her powers, scaring the social worker and company away. She tried to pack up and leave, maybe find somewhere else to go so that they couldn't find her again. Maybe enroll in a night school or something to continue her education. As she bundled up and left, it was spring, she couldn't help but notice that as she walked by people their hair would begin to stand on end. If she loitered people would begin discussing that it's a phenomenon that happens right before a lightning strike, yet no storms were forecasted. It was all too close to the truth for Makoto and she kept moving until she came across a quiet area she could sit and think without hurting anyone. She closed her eyes, trying to calm herself down. "Hello young lady." Makoto looked up. There was a very attractive woman standing in front of her, talking to her. "You seem upset, are you alright?" "I'm fine." This woman made her uncomfortable. Something was wrong… "Are you sure? Why don't you let me buy you a hot chocolate?" The woman persisted. "No thanks, I'm alright." Makoto began to squirm and try to scoot away. "No, you need to come with me." The woman reached out to grab Makoto's wrist, succeeding. "No! Let go!" Makoto yelled, releasing an amplified amount of the static electricity she created into the area and the women. The lady cried out in pain, her skin flipping like scales to reveal many identities and settling on a blue face. Makoto was stunned, as much about the woman as she was about herself. She tried to get up and run but by the time she was able to recover herself, the woman was moving again. The people around had begun to shriek and cry out for help. Not long after other people, mutants clashed in a fray. Makoto seemed to be in the middle of it. Finally she seemed to land under the care of a team of mutants in black and yellow uniforms. "What's going on?" Makoto asked, trying to put pieces together. "Where are you taking me?" "To a safer place than this where you can learn to control your powers." A woman with silver hair said to her. Soon and with little argument from Makoto, they were off. It wasn't long before they arrived at their destination, The Academy. Appearance: Appearance Classes: - Chinease Martial Arts - Power Development - Advanced Anatomy and Physiology - Gym?
[ { "text": "Katherin was thankful for Makoto's off to shower. She made it quick since they had class. Just enough to get the paint off. Once she was washed off. She dried off. She frowned at her paint covered clothes. \"Well that was brilliant Katherin.\" She shook her head. She wrapped the towel around her and went into the main room. She heard Makoto crying. She hurried over to the other girl. \"Hey are you alright?\"", "username": "KatherinWinter", "char_name": "Katherin Winter" }, { "text": "Makoto tried to wipe away the tears, all while smile crying. It was such an awkward way to cry and really, she was embarrassed to be seen in such a state. \n\n\"Yeah, I will be now.\" She mumbled, standing up to get a tissue for her running nose. \"I just wasn't expecting...\" she paused, debating what to tell Katherin. Should she be honest? Would it be too much for the girl? Would she run away? Would Makoto herself be alright explaining things? \"Storm came by, she brought me everything of what is here except my backpack and what is in it. She rescued me from the streets after I had run away.\" Makoto explained, hoping that it was a good enough explanation for now. Makoto reached for another tissue, this time to try and dry her eyes. She was sure that they were red and puffy by now.", "username": "Hidden Lilly", "char_name": "Makoto まこと (Gale) Izumi" }, { "text": "\"Storm?\" Katherin repeated. That was a name she hadn't heard in awhile. She didn't know the woman well. But she had meet her a few times. She seemed like a nice woman to Katherin. \"I've met her a few times. Nice lady.\" She commented. It was good to see that someone was looking out for Makoto. Everyone needed Atleast one person to look after them.", "username": "KatherinWinter", "char_name": "Katherin Winter" }, { "text": "\"How lucky they are, to be so content with their small little lives. Though I suppose the arrival of the likes of us hasn't helped that much.\" Things had calmed as time had passed, however when their fathers first revealed themselves things were not so simple. It was understandable though; mutations and oddities could be explained away, but gods and monsters would shake the truest believer and the loudest critic.\n\nShe cut out another wedge of the apple and speared it, using the knife to bring it to her mouth. She listened to what he said of his expectations of his life, and how they had changed, laughing lightly at his comment of withdrawal. At his suggestions though she sighed. \"Just because I grow weary of the routine that does not mean I feel the need to throw myself from a plane, or whatever that other thing is. Besides, this hasn't been a steady realisation. I'm well aware of who I am, I was prepared for the inevitable. As I said, I have many friends.\" She said, a smile playing on her lips.", "username": "Klyix", "char_name": "Eldkatla 'Kat' Lokidóttir" }, { "text": "Flood smiled at the idea. \"Two things I love. Money and entertainment. Continue.\" Flood took a water battle out of his jacket pocket and washed his hands of paint really quickly. He shook them dry and looked around. \"Actually, the walls have ears, follow me.\" He walked to his hideout room and pressed a specific part of the wall. Any cameras in the room began looping an empty room. He pulled up two chairs and a desk with various cuts in it and sat down with his hands under the table near a hidden gun just in case.", "username": "Flood", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Anthony raises a single eyebrow as he comments, \"I have never once used you, Ms. Ryane. Have I manipulated you? Perhaps. However, it has never been for MY benefit. I simply wish to help you improve and to do that, I needed to push you. It seems that I may have gone too far and for that, I sincerely apologize.\"\n\nBen frowns, tilts his head and asks, \"What the hell are you talking about? There was an explosion? And why would I go to Tahiti?\"", "username": "knight125", "char_name": null }, { "text": "@knight125\n\nKijani stared back and forth between them. In her mind, Anthony was lying... but Connor never had, not to her. So Connor saying that Anthony's call saved her life was beyond confusing.\n\n\"Wh-what... what are you talking about?\" She looked blankly at Connor, then turned a weakly accusing gaze to Anthony. \"I didn't- I didn't tell you anything! What...\" She held both hands to her head. \"What are you guys saying to me?\"\n\n\n\n\"You feel stronger because you're actually connected to yourself.\" Devika smiled. \"I get different... feels from people. Like...\" She didn't know how to really describe it. \"I guess everyone has a different color, you could say. Yours was really muted. But now it's bright. I... I like it better.\" His giggle really did make her grin. Even though he sounded like a little kid, it was tons better than sounding robotic.", "username": "Mistress Dizzy", "char_name": null }, { "text": "After a while of just standing at a distance and watching, Estella finally approached. What she knew didn't matter. Maybe if she knew things about Ben, he might know something about her. Then again maybe not. Even though she was a returning student herself no one seemed to know her at all. Or even really want to talk to her. So far this place has only made things more confusing. Crossing her fingers she walked up sheepishly, time to see how Ben reacts to telepathy. Um, hello Ben. Do you remember me at all? Estella?.\" Holding her breath she waited for whatever he would say.\n\n------------\n\nWith everyone gone Kagerou stepped back into the infirmary. She stayed out of the conversation that Kijani, Connor, and Anthony were having. There was no reason to make a lot of fuss about what was going on.", "username": "twave", "char_name": "Kagerou Rotusu" }, { "text": "\"So you are saying that i am somehow become more emotional and not like...how you say a blank robot\" He communicated to her his hands still on his lap,\"So do you think i am getting better?\" He added now looking up at Devika feeling a bit more happier when he was around with Devika who was supportive to him much like with Phoebe.\n\"Ummmm can you roll me over to my classroom...i don't think i can do this myself...\" He communicated to her feeling embarrassed and mostly wanted to be close to Devika because he felt she was helping him recover and seeing her face made him feel better giggling again like a child.@Mistress Dizzy", "username": "Eviledd1984", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Connor sighed softly, but it was more out of uncertainty as if he were worried about the effect his words could have. \"That people actually care about you, despite your best efforts to believe otherwise. It would be my best guess that Anthony heard the meaning behind the words you spoke to him, and realised what you were going to do\" He said, although he didn't believe what Anthony said about never doing it for himself, perhaps the words were true, in light of everything that had happened. And if he could use Anthony, and the situation to try and get Kijani to see, well, then so be it.", "username": "MarshiestMallow", "char_name": "Phoebe" } ]
"Mhmm" Makoto agreed, nodding in a yes motion. She had only known her for a short period of time but she felt comfortable with the woman. Storm had become a safe place for Makoto. "She is a wonderful person. I've yet to meet someone as compassionate and fierce as her." Makoto had finally managed to her herself under control. She had also decided in her mind what to wear to class, since she now had gym clothes. "Thank you for caring Katherin." Makoto smiled, then giving her friend a hug. She held on and gave an extra squeeze before letting Katherin go. "I guess I should change now." Makoto said, moving to get her clothing. "Feel free to grab something to wear, I'm pretty sure wearing nothing but a towel from my room to yours is a good idea." she joked. Leaving Katherin for a moment Makoto took the her clothing into the bathroom to change. She quickly rinsed out her long blonde hair in the sink, tying it back in a sort of braided bun and washed her face. She tossed her paint covered clothing into the damp tub, running cold water over both hers and Katherin's clothing. She hoped the paint wouldn't stain. Makoto tossed on her dry clothes and turned off the cold water. She spread the clothing around the bathroom to dry and then returned to Katherin. "Ready to go?" she asked. Makoto's eyes still looked irritated but she was recovering from the surprise well. The brief time in the bathroom and compassion from Katherin helped a lot.
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Makoto まこと (Gale) Izumi
Gender: Female Age: 17 PARENTS: Storm mentored her but her birth parents were Kaito and Jessica Izumi Powers: Lightning and electrical currents. She can manipulate intensity of the electrical energy as well as form. She can withstand higher levels of electrical disturbances in her body than other people. She also has the ability of cytokinesis (self healing). Studying a mix of Chinese martial arts; Baguazhang and Iron Palm - Being able to manipulate what voltage of power she releases during a strike (knows how to release it but can't control how much to release) - how to accurately generate electricity by herself - the martial arts styles listed Voltage Reference Bio: Makoto's father was Japanese and her mother was Caucasian/Canadian. They lived happily together in a small home. At the age of 10 her father was diagnosed with cancer. He battled and they tried to get him the best treatment they could. In the end the doctors had caught it too late and he died when Makoto was 12. Makoto's mother did her best to cope and continue to raise Makoto the best she could. The loss of her father took quite a toll on her mother. She began to drink in secret. As time went on and the effectiveness of alcohol wore off, Makoto's mom began to drink more frequently and in greater amounts. Often her mom would go to a local bar and not be home until practically the next morning just in time to go to work. One morning, Makoto awoke to the doorbell ringing. She opened it and to her surprise there was a police officer there. He explained to her that earlier in the evening her mother had gotten into a car crash while still intoxicated and died. In a way Makoto was glad that when her mom crashed, she hadn't hit another car and killed others, but she was still pained by her mother's passing. Makoto was 14. There were not many people left around her since her mother had pushed most of their family friends away and didn't make it easy to build relationships with people at school (not allowed to go out or have people over). Makoto managed alright after that, being in a suspended state of shock. Her world came crashing down one day when it came to the attention of her high school teachers that she was underage and without parents. Child services was notified and Makoto did not take the action lightly. It made everything real, she couldn't just pretend that her mother was still out at a bar somewhere. It was in this moment that 15 year old Makoto manifested her powers, scaring the social worker and company away. She tried to pack up and leave, maybe find somewhere else to go so that they couldn't find her again. Maybe enroll in a night school or something to continue her education. As she bundled up and left, it was spring, she couldn't help but notice that as she walked by people their hair would begin to stand on end. If she loitered people would begin discussing that it's a phenomenon that happens right before a lightning strike, yet no storms were forecasted. It was all too close to the truth for Makoto and she kept moving until she came across a quiet area she could sit and think without hurting anyone. She closed her eyes, trying to calm herself down. "Hello young lady." Makoto looked up. There was a very attractive woman standing in front of her, talking to her. "You seem upset, are you alright?" "I'm fine." This woman made her uncomfortable. Something was wrong… "Are you sure? Why don't you let me buy you a hot chocolate?" The woman persisted. "No thanks, I'm alright." Makoto began to squirm and try to scoot away. "No, you need to come with me." The woman reached out to grab Makoto's wrist, succeeding. "No! Let go!" Makoto yelled, releasing an amplified amount of the static electricity she created into the area and the women. The lady cried out in pain, her skin flipping like scales to reveal many identities and settling on a blue face. Makoto was stunned, as much about the woman as she was about herself. She tried to get up and run but by the time she was able to recover herself, the woman was moving again. The people around had begun to shriek and cry out for help. Not long after other people, mutants clashed in a fray. Makoto seemed to be in the middle of it. Finally she seemed to land under the care of a team of mutants in black and yellow uniforms. "What's going on?" Makoto asked, trying to put pieces together. "Where are you taking me?" "To a safer place than this where you can learn to control your powers." A woman with silver hair said to her. Soon and with little argument from Makoto, they were off. It wasn't long before they arrived at their destination, The Academy. Appearance: Appearance Classes: - Chinease Martial Arts - Power Development - Advanced Anatomy and Physiology - Gym?
[ { "text": "\"A little I should have said something to...\" Nicholas went quit for a moment as she wheeled him towards his class,\"I don't know I wanted to be around her...\" He added his hands now tapping on his knee.", "username": "Eviledd1984", "char_name": null }, { "text": "\"I'm sure you will do fine. If nothing else you will do better than I did!\" Makoto assured. She mused over the idea of practicing her powers at some point. The week had yet to be out so she had time. Maybe she could practice a bit while the next group faced Mimic. Makoto hoped that he wouldn't be completely out of commission after class today. She really wanted to ask him about her powers. A thought struck Makoto as the girls left her dorm room.\"If you don't mind me asking, what have you learned to do with your powers so far?\" she asked, hoping then to provide suggestions or support for her friend.", "username": "Hidden Lilly", "char_name": "Makoto まこと (Gale) Izumi" }, { "text": "Dizzy\n\nSeeing as they both acknowledged her presence she relaxed a bit and stepped forward. She didn't look much older than Kijani which probably made her introduction sound slightly odd. \"I should probably introduce myself. My name is Kagerou Rotusu, I'm a returning instructor for the Academy.\" Offering a hand to Kijani she didn't expect it to be returned but she went with the gesture anyway. \"I'm sorry if it looked like I was just lurking in a corner. I didn't think it would be appropriate to interrupt something so personal. Had I known the history you had...\" The sentence trailed off. Letting Anthony stay was a mistake on her part. Though it did seem to have produced some good from it. Perhaps she should get more info from Bruce on the current circumstances. That would have to wait for another time.\n\nLooking to Connor she reassured him. \"I'll stay with her while you're in class. I'll be more careful about things from here on. If you're both okay with it.\" She wanted their input. It always made things easier in the long run if people felt they had a choice. Which really they did. If she had to she would wait outside the door. Between her various abilities she could \"see\" everything going on from there anyhow.", "username": "twave", "char_name": "Kagerou Rotusu" }, { "text": "@Caits\n\nKijani smiled at Connor. She wasn't in agreement with him, but she didn't have the energy to argue. To Kagerou, she nodded and shook the other's hand weakly. \"An instructor?\" Surely there was more to this woman than she was seeing, but Kijani couldn't bring herself to care. \"Yes, you can watch me. I don't think I have enough energy to do more than sleep, though.\" She chuckled, trying to push back her hair into something resembling order.\n\n\"Connor... thank you. I-\" She reddened, her gaze darting to Kagerou. But then she shrugged, figuring the woman had already heard far more worse things in this hour alone. \"I love you, Connor. Very much.\"", "username": "Mistress Dizzy", "char_name": "Kijani Ryane" }, { "text": "Lee leaned back in his chair as he listened to Flood speak concerning the bullies attacking him already. \"It would not surprise me they attempted such, this group is weak and directionless. Only content on pinching whatever small change they can from these students they give thieves a poor representation.\" He said with disdain while Flood look over his list of names and mention Lee's efficiency. \"Rule 7: Work quick or don't bother. Its easy enough to figure out the dumb brutes who do the front work of mugging students, its a such an easy trail it may as well had an actual line to lead me to the 'model' students.\" He explained leaning forward as he tapped the several names on the list. \n\n\"They are the ones controlling the whole operation. You see my dear fellow it is one thing to acquire the merchandise but some it takes skill to turn a profit. Plus from what I gather...they don't trust each other none of the three big guys on this list do. I can tell you right now that they don't trust each other to the point all three of them are constantly aware of the source of the loot. Common bandit tactic, they'll share some of the profit with each other but just enough to keep someone from squealing. Though if something bad does occur they will be more preoccupied dealing with the squealer than anyone else.\" He said \n\n\"I do have a plan, we will hit all three of their stashes at once. To do that...we are going to need your paint bombs...some medical supplies from clinic on the back of the list, and a few other items I'll pick up.\" He said", "username": "Z2010Deadmeat", "char_name": "Lee (Last name unknown)" }, { "text": "\"And I will have to ensure that you don't.\" She laughed, taking a napkin to clean the small knife. When she heard his mention of artifacts she quirked an eyebrow, and as she slipped the knife into the top of her boot teasingly said \"Let's hope your evaluation is correct then, it would be a shame for you to return to it and find only destruction. Besides, lunch is near finished and it would not do for you to be late to your first class.\" She stood and threw the apple core away, beginning a slow walk out the cafeteria to allow Kaden to catch up.", "username": "Klyix", "char_name": "Eldkatla 'Kat' Lokidóttir" }, { "text": "As Estella steps into view, Ben begins smiling and becomes noticeably relieved. \"I think I remember you,\" he says, \"You're the girl from another planet that crash landed here, right?\"\n\nWhat should have been a fifteen to twenty minute walk to the principal's office was reduced to a mere ten minutes by Anthony's rapid pace and long strides. After taking a minute to regain both his composure and his breath, Anthony enters the lobby outside of Wayne's office and stops at the secretary's desk. \"Is Mr. Wayne for some reason too busy to see me?\" he asks calmly, his expression making it clear what he expected to hear in response.", "username": "knight125", "char_name": null }, { "text": "\"That's what I'm told. I don't really remember much. My brain has been scrambled all up. And I kind of have...\" Her smile wilting slightly Estella looked around a bit. Should she mention having some of his memories. It might be best to be upfront with it. \"I'm not sure how to say this without it sounding weird. But somehow I have memories that are yours. I was talking with Jack not that long ago about it.\"", "username": "twave", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Bruce could hear his secretary's reply, and settled back in his chair. There were, of course, two ways to play this. Keep Anthony waiting, or pander to him. \n\n\"Mr.Wayne will see you in five minutes, Mr Luther\" The secretary said, in a calm tone, clearly unphased by Anthony's expression, and making it clear that they wouldn't tolerate anything other than waiting. \n\nBruce took the time to turn his computer off, put some papers away, and then leaned over, pressing a batter, \"You can send Anthony in\"\n\n--------\n\nConnor smiled, \"I love you very much too\" to him, it was just an acknowledgement of his feelings, but the words held feeling, and he reluctantly stepped away from the bed, grabbing his pack and suit, stopping and looking back at Kijani, smiling again.", "username": "MarshiestMallow", "char_name": "Phoebe" }, { "text": "Dizzy\n\nWatching the two confessed their love for each other brought a smile to Kagerou's face. From experience she knew it was a very powerful bond that could lead many different directions. For herself it was an emotion she had to keep in check. Outliving anyone she ever cared for made it difficult at times. Immortality was not as fantastic as people always made it out to be. But it was a reality she had come to terms with. Connor having moved away she took a seat again and responded to Kijani's comment. \"Well if you end up sleeping the whole time then so be it. But I'd be more than welcome to keep you company if you don't.\"", "username": "twave", "char_name": "Kagerou Rotusu" }, { "text": "After what seems to be an eternity, Anthony receives the go ahead from the secretary and lets himself into Bruce's office. Once inside, he immediately sits down, not bothering to wait for permission. \"Well Mr. Wayne, I'm sure you know why I'm here.\"\n\nBen frowns, obviously puzzled as he asks, \"How is it even possible tht you would have my memories?\"", "username": "knight125", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Estella shakes her head and frowns slightly. \"I don't know. All I can remember is this place, a few faces, and things that you knew. Something major had to happened to imprint your memories to me. Is there anything significant that happened between us that you can think of?\" Right now she was grasping at straws. There had to be an answer that she just couldn't remember, which was frustrating.", "username": "twave", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Bruce turned towards Anthony, and said \"Well, it could be a number of things. But why don't I tell you why you are here?\" He said, leaning back in his chair, appearing relaxed. \n\n\"to be convinced to continue the funding your father offered the academy. I'm sure you wish to see and have a say in the going ons of the school. And I'm sure if your father can see the value of funding, then you certainty can\"", "username": "MarshiestMallow", "char_name": "Phoebe" }, { "text": "\"I am great with ice. I have managed to make ice slides, ice ball, and ice spears. I prefer to use my powers as a defense rather than attack but Mimic is going to expect me to try to freeze him. I doubt I could freeze him completely quickly enough for him not to be a threat. It takes me too long to build the layers of ice thick enough to contain him. I would like to try to use a different tactic. I would like to blind him with snow but my control of snow isn't as good as it is of ice.\" Katherin explained.", "username": "KatherinWinter", "char_name": "Katherin Winter" }, { "text": "Flood carefully considered the plan. He flipped the list over and memorized the supplies needed. He got up and flipped over his mattress and dug through a hole on the bottom. \"Damn it. I'm missing the third and seventh thing on the list.\" He said out loud. \"The medical clinic right? I'll get on it when I have the chance.\"", "username": "Flood", "char_name": null } ]
Makoto thought about what Katherin had said. "It sounds like you can really manipulate ice." she paused thinking of how to help Katherin succeed. "Snow is kind of a separate kind of precipitation... if you have trouble with it why not make, like, ice sand." Makoto knew it sounded strange so she paused and tried to formulate her thoughts yo explain further. "I mean, if the snow doesn't work... then you can try to make small grains of ice. The classroom is rather bright and it could work the same if the edges of the ice reflects the light?" Unsure if she had done a good job of explaining herself, she looked for Katherin's reaction to her suggestion of a backup plan.
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Hidden Lilly
Makoto まこと (Gale) Izumi
Gender: Female Age: 17 PARENTS: Storm mentored her but her birth parents were Kaito and Jessica Izumi Powers: Lightning and electrical currents. She can manipulate intensity of the electrical energy as well as form. She can withstand higher levels of electrical disturbances in her body than other people. She also has the ability of cytokinesis (self healing). Studying a mix of Chinese martial arts; Baguazhang and Iron Palm - Being able to manipulate what voltage of power she releases during a strike (knows how to release it but can't control how much to release) - how to accurately generate electricity by herself - the martial arts styles listed Voltage Reference Bio: Makoto's father was Japanese and her mother was Caucasian/Canadian. They lived happily together in a small home. At the age of 10 her father was diagnosed with cancer. He battled and they tried to get him the best treatment they could. In the end the doctors had caught it too late and he died when Makoto was 12. Makoto's mother did her best to cope and continue to raise Makoto the best she could. The loss of her father took quite a toll on her mother. She began to drink in secret. As time went on and the effectiveness of alcohol wore off, Makoto's mom began to drink more frequently and in greater amounts. Often her mom would go to a local bar and not be home until practically the next morning just in time to go to work. One morning, Makoto awoke to the doorbell ringing. She opened it and to her surprise there was a police officer there. He explained to her that earlier in the evening her mother had gotten into a car crash while still intoxicated and died. In a way Makoto was glad that when her mom crashed, she hadn't hit another car and killed others, but she was still pained by her mother's passing. Makoto was 14. There were not many people left around her since her mother had pushed most of their family friends away and didn't make it easy to build relationships with people at school (not allowed to go out or have people over). Makoto managed alright after that, being in a suspended state of shock. Her world came crashing down one day when it came to the attention of her high school teachers that she was underage and without parents. Child services was notified and Makoto did not take the action lightly. It made everything real, she couldn't just pretend that her mother was still out at a bar somewhere. It was in this moment that 15 year old Makoto manifested her powers, scaring the social worker and company away. She tried to pack up and leave, maybe find somewhere else to go so that they couldn't find her again. Maybe enroll in a night school or something to continue her education. As she bundled up and left, it was spring, she couldn't help but notice that as she walked by people their hair would begin to stand on end. If she loitered people would begin discussing that it's a phenomenon that happens right before a lightning strike, yet no storms were forecasted. It was all too close to the truth for Makoto and she kept moving until she came across a quiet area she could sit and think without hurting anyone. She closed her eyes, trying to calm herself down. "Hello young lady." Makoto looked up. There was a very attractive woman standing in front of her, talking to her. "You seem upset, are you alright?" "I'm fine." This woman made her uncomfortable. Something was wrong… "Are you sure? Why don't you let me buy you a hot chocolate?" The woman persisted. "No thanks, I'm alright." Makoto began to squirm and try to scoot away. "No, you need to come with me." The woman reached out to grab Makoto's wrist, succeeding. "No! Let go!" Makoto yelled, releasing an amplified amount of the static electricity she created into the area and the women. The lady cried out in pain, her skin flipping like scales to reveal many identities and settling on a blue face. Makoto was stunned, as much about the woman as she was about herself. She tried to get up and run but by the time she was able to recover herself, the woman was moving again. The people around had begun to shriek and cry out for help. Not long after other people, mutants clashed in a fray. Makoto seemed to be in the middle of it. Finally she seemed to land under the care of a team of mutants in black and yellow uniforms. "What's going on?" Makoto asked, trying to put pieces together. "Where are you taking me?" "To a safer place than this where you can learn to control your powers." A woman with silver hair said to her. Soon and with little argument from Makoto, they were off. It wasn't long before they arrived at their destination, The Academy. Appearance: Appearance Classes: - Chinease Martial Arts - Power Development - Advanced Anatomy and Physiology - Gym?
[ { "text": "Bruce sighed heavily and seemed to ponder what to say, but only for a few moments. \"I consider it a success. Here, we do not pressure the students into one way of thinking, or one side. We let them explore their powers, what they wish, hope that yes, when they graduate they sign the treaty or go and maintain secrecy while they use their abilities. If a student wished to start their own academy, so be it. If that's what they see as what they want to do, who am I to stop them? It doesn't mean I don't have people there.\" \n\nHe leaned forward slightly and said after another pause \"I would be worried if the school wasn't being invaded. It would mean that we aren't doing our job. We do not risk students lives, and they all can handle themselves after a time. As they had done, with the magneto incident. Among others. In such a school, such an institution, with the use of powers by novices, if never surprises me that the school is damaged on a regular basis. But better it's done here, in a control environment, then out where normal humans can be hurt. I'm sure you are aware of incidents with students before they come here. Damage and deaths to humans, to communities, buildings and such. While here, there is no risk to the other students or the general population. As for suicides, I think while we can predict such incidents, the human psychology can be difficult to understand. And in such an extensive student body, it is excepted that such things will occur. And yet, rarely does it occur. Ms.Rayne's incident is something, I asure you, that none of us expected. I imagine it even took you by surprise.\"\n\nNow, Bruce leaned back in his chair, his expression blank as he pondered another moment. \"Given that the expectation of this school is to train students, to give them a place to do so without any expectations on them, but rather to give them safety in which to practice without exceptional harm to others, then I would have to say that yes, this experiment is a success and will continue to be so. After a few loose ends are tied up, I expect the school to run exceptionally well, with the issues of security fixed, as I am already taking steps to fix such issues. But tell me, Anthony, would you rather a world without the school, with situations and bad consequences of people developing and practicing their powers? Can you imagine the problems of that? I did, as did your father, although a times I wondered if it was just for him a way of watching the upcoming competition he may have. In anycase, the school for me is a success\"", "username": "MarshiestMallow", "char_name": "Phoebe" }, { "text": "Lilly\n\nKatherin considered it. It made sense. \"I never thought about that. I will try. I have been working with ice on a large scale. You know slides and freezing people.\" She explained she tried to envision using her ice smaller portions. Sand rather than cement. Making it smaller would take practice. But she could do that. It would give her something to do. And maybe this weekend she could ask her dad for pointers.", "username": "KatherinWinter", "char_name": "Katherin Winter" }, { "text": "\"Security issues?\" Anthony repeats incredulously, \"That implies that there's at least some sort of plan in place to protect the students. However, in my experience, that's not the case at all. You leave the students to just fend for themselves against one of the X-Men's greatest foes? I understand the need for tactile training, but that's just reckless endangerment of the young lives entrusted to you.\" He pauses for a few seconds then continues with a self-satisfied smile, \"And don't even get me started on how ridiculously easy it is to break into the safe containing files on the entire student body.\"\n\nAfter taking a deep breath and returning to his usual level of nonchalance, Anthony remarks, \"Although I have many concerns regarding the Academy's security, I can't deny the effectiveness of the teaching staff. So, I will continue funding the school under two conditions. I assume the position of Assistant Dean and handle the day to day operations of the Academy. By extension, I will also take control of the currently defunct security measures.\"\n\nBen shrugs, \"I really don't know how I could help you get your memories back when I can't remember anything from the past three weeks or so. Have you talked to Professor X about it?\"", "username": "knight125", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Kijani managed a smile and looked at Kagerou. \"You are an instructor, then? You don't look much older than me. Are you human?\" Usually she would attempt some tact, but she just didn't care. She was tired and wanted to sleep for months.", "username": "Mistress Dizzy", "char_name": "Kijani Ryane" }, { "text": "Bruce's expression went cold. Then blank. \"No\" he said shortly \"I already have someone in charge of the security, appointed today, and frankly, I trust her a hell of a lot more then I will ever trust you. See, Anthony, you are under the impression that I actually need your funding. There are always other sources, and other funding\" he shook his head.\n\n\"It was never my intetion to leave the school undefended. with the many attacks to the general population, having a task force assemble quickly was necessary. But the school was never in any danger. The fastest of the teaching staff were here in moments, and found that the students had handled themselves, and those captured handled themselves. We are not a kinder garden to hold your hand through everything you do. But the fact that the school was without staff, is an over site and a mistake I will not make again. We fell for a trap, as even the best of us do sometimes. It won't happen again\"\n\nHe sighed, as if what he was about to say was unpleasant. \"I handle the day to day, as does Clark. However, you can undertake an assistant dean role, yet any decision has to be approved by Clark, or myself. That has how it has always been. And how it will be for you. And\" and now Bruce smiled \"technically, you are still a student as you have not graduated yet and thus, you still have to undertake lessons. I imagine that will help in the day to day schemes, as well as enabling you to access security, and work with Kagerou, who is now head of security, therefore fifilling both your conditions, although I imagine that wasn't what you had in mind\"", "username": "MarshiestMallow", "char_name": "Phoebe" }, { "text": "Shaking her head solemnly Estella responds. He and J'onn couldn't get into my head. The mental blocks are too 'chaotic.' They say it's probably a defense mechanism, protecting myself from something. Kind of scares me because I have no idea what it could be.\n\n\n\nLaughing out loud a little Kagerou clearly thought Kijani's question funny. Yes I get that a lot. I am in fact human, a cursed human, but human none the less. I stopped aging millennia ago.\" That was bound to bring up more questions eventually. But she said it like it was just a normal conversation piece. It was so long ago that giving out that little tidbit wouldn't lead anywhere no matter the amount of research.", "username": "twave", "char_name": "Kagerou Rotusu" }, { "text": "Kijani lifted her eyebrows. \"Millenia? Cool. You ever been to China? You should...\" She yawned, rubbing her eyes. \"You should tell me about China. But first, I'm going to sleep for the next millenia myself.\" She burrowed down under the blankets, weariness written all over her face.", "username": "Mistress Dizzy", "char_name": "Kijani Ryane" }, { "text": "Anthony shakes his head and says with a small chuckle, \"Well played Mr. Wayne. I won't try to forcibly take control so it seems like you've won. However, since I wasn't sent here by a parent and I enrolled by myself, I can drop out any time I like. I choose to drop out as of this moment. I accept the position of Assistant Dean and I'll even consent to having my decisions be approved by you. Nevertheless, I will not agree to be underneath a witch. I will allow her to be a consultant but I am in charge of security. It's nothing personal, it's just business and in business, you have to make compromises.\"", "username": "knight125", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Bruce\n\nJust a title, just a position. That was it. Kagerou would, he knew, report to him, and not Anthony. So let the young man have that, it would still amount to Kagerou being his. Or rather the schools. \"Very well. But she is still head of security. She won't constant, I am sure of that, to being under you. And as you won't constent to being under her, then I think an equal position is in order. It's nothing personal\" bruce said, deliberately using the same words \"but Kagerou's stills and her background mean that she gets priority in what she wants. So an equal position of power for security is best. And that is all the comprimise you will get\"\n\nPhoebe\n\nPhoebe pushed Nicholas along towards Power Development, looking about for Katherin, or Makoto, hoping to be able to catch up with her friends soon, and wanting to explain what had happened, and also ask if they were okay. \n\nConnor\n\nConnor didn't go far after leaving the infirmary, and leaned against a wall, closing his eyes, he drew in a breath and let it out, and did that for a few moments, to regain his bearings, and appear stable as he went about lessons. Not that he cared, but he didn't want to be asked a million questions, and was sure that Kijani wouldn't like it either. \n\nHe sighed, and then pushed off the wall, heading towards power development. \n\nKalinda\n\nKalinda at her lunch, feeling lonely not something she cared to feel, and not something she had wanted to feel again. She pushed away from her table, put the tray onto of a bin, and headed out the cafeteria, not looking around, merely wanting to be outside. \n\nShe knew she should head to close, but...she didn't want to see Arnold controlling her friends, to know that Arnold would do all he could to maintain that control. And it would also cause her to face what she was going to do, about him wanting to take control of the school. It felt like a betrayal, even though it could be argued that it wasn't. \n\nShe sighed, and started towards the classroom.", "username": "MarshiestMallow", "char_name": "Phoebe" } ]
Makoto smiled as the two walked through the hallways. She was still following Katherin, the school was so large it would take more than a day and a half to learn where everything was. It seemed like they would be there soon. Makoto was happy that her suggestion could help Katherin. They giggled and chatted the whole way to PD. Upon rounding the last corner to get to the PD classroom, Makoto noticed Phoebe and a boy in a wheelchair off down the opposite hallway. "Hey, Phoebe!" Makoto called out, waving. Sincerely hoping that it was Phoebe, to save her from any embarrassment. The guy in the wheelchair was a stranger to her, but Phoebe seemed to know him closely.
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Makoto まこと (Gale) Izumi
Gender: Female Age: 17 PARENTS: Storm mentored her but her birth parents were Kaito and Jessica Izumi Powers: Lightning and electrical currents. She can manipulate intensity of the electrical energy as well as form. She can withstand higher levels of electrical disturbances in her body than other people. She also has the ability of cytokinesis (self healing). Studying a mix of Chinese martial arts; Baguazhang and Iron Palm - Being able to manipulate what voltage of power she releases during a strike (knows how to release it but can't control how much to release) - how to accurately generate electricity by herself - the martial arts styles listed Voltage Reference Bio: Makoto's father was Japanese and her mother was Caucasian/Canadian. They lived happily together in a small home. At the age of 10 her father was diagnosed with cancer. He battled and they tried to get him the best treatment they could. In the end the doctors had caught it too late and he died when Makoto was 12. Makoto's mother did her best to cope and continue to raise Makoto the best she could. The loss of her father took quite a toll on her mother. She began to drink in secret. As time went on and the effectiveness of alcohol wore off, Makoto's mom began to drink more frequently and in greater amounts. Often her mom would go to a local bar and not be home until practically the next morning just in time to go to work. One morning, Makoto awoke to the doorbell ringing. She opened it and to her surprise there was a police officer there. He explained to her that earlier in the evening her mother had gotten into a car crash while still intoxicated and died. In a way Makoto was glad that when her mom crashed, she hadn't hit another car and killed others, but she was still pained by her mother's passing. Makoto was 14. There were not many people left around her since her mother had pushed most of their family friends away and didn't make it easy to build relationships with people at school (not allowed to go out or have people over). Makoto managed alright after that, being in a suspended state of shock. Her world came crashing down one day when it came to the attention of her high school teachers that she was underage and without parents. Child services was notified and Makoto did not take the action lightly. It made everything real, she couldn't just pretend that her mother was still out at a bar somewhere. It was in this moment that 15 year old Makoto manifested her powers, scaring the social worker and company away. She tried to pack up and leave, maybe find somewhere else to go so that they couldn't find her again. Maybe enroll in a night school or something to continue her education. As she bundled up and left, it was spring, she couldn't help but notice that as she walked by people their hair would begin to stand on end. If she loitered people would begin discussing that it's a phenomenon that happens right before a lightning strike, yet no storms were forecasted. It was all too close to the truth for Makoto and she kept moving until she came across a quiet area she could sit and think without hurting anyone. She closed her eyes, trying to calm herself down. "Hello young lady." Makoto looked up. There was a very attractive woman standing in front of her, talking to her. "You seem upset, are you alright?" "I'm fine." This woman made her uncomfortable. Something was wrong… "Are you sure? Why don't you let me buy you a hot chocolate?" The woman persisted. "No thanks, I'm alright." Makoto began to squirm and try to scoot away. "No, you need to come with me." The woman reached out to grab Makoto's wrist, succeeding. "No! Let go!" Makoto yelled, releasing an amplified amount of the static electricity she created into the area and the women. The lady cried out in pain, her skin flipping like scales to reveal many identities and settling on a blue face. Makoto was stunned, as much about the woman as she was about herself. She tried to get up and run but by the time she was able to recover herself, the woman was moving again. The people around had begun to shriek and cry out for help. Not long after other people, mutants clashed in a fray. Makoto seemed to be in the middle of it. Finally she seemed to land under the care of a team of mutants in black and yellow uniforms. "What's going on?" Makoto asked, trying to put pieces together. "Where are you taking me?" "To a safer place than this where you can learn to control your powers." A woman with silver hair said to her. Soon and with little argument from Makoto, they were off. It wasn't long before they arrived at their destination, The Academy. Appearance: Appearance Classes: - Chinease Martial Arts - Power Development - Advanced Anatomy and Physiology - Gym?
[ { "text": "\"My apologize my personal opinion is well I do not trust her...\" Reinhardt let out a tired sigh rubbing the bridge of his nose,\"I am correct because you have such a beautiful mind playing with Wayne and all...\" Reinhardt giggled walking forward close but was sill behind Anthony.\n\n\"I found someone just as interesting..Crane's son he recently went a little crazy thanks to his father and made a lot of trouble for Wayne and Pamela Isley...\" Reinhardt added with a smile.\n\n\"Oh and by the way what is your plan?\" He added.", "username": "Eviledd1984", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Kat turned to see who had bumped into Kaden, only to roll her eyes when she saw Lee. She drummed her fingers on her thigh listening to their exchange and considered continuing walking to class alone but Kadens question dragged her into the conversation. \"You wound me Kaden. No, I have known him all of a few hours. He is just a boy who seems to believe he lives in a fairytale, where thieves are dashing and a kiss means love.\" She said theatrically with a dismissive wave of her hand. \n\n\"And he is not fine.\" She reached for his wrist and turned it over, not roughly but her point was clear in his reaction. Shaking her head slightly she didn't have to think too hard as to how he may have injured himself, though providing it was not anything she needed or desired she cared very little either way. \"However,\" she said now in the old tongue, turning to Kaden specifically, \"I do not think he knows who we are.\" And a small, dangerous smile played on her lips.", "username": "Klyix", "char_name": "Eldkatla 'Kat' Lokidóttir" }, { "text": "\"But alas I never made any pretense to such dreams or romanticized allegations to either thieves or kisses. Curious that you would choose such words to describe me though.\" Lee said before flinching slightly as Kat examined his wrist. Lingering pain exploded from the injury as she examined it. Her touch was cold, it was almost like ice was pressed against his bare skin. It was odd to say the least after all the only other time they touched was when their lips were pressed against each other and he didn't notice the chill then. Perhaps he was too distracted by lifting the book to notice it. A question for another time it would seem. Then Kat began to speak in a tongue that was not familiar to him or the universal language translator chip that he had implanted. After all if you travel the galaxy it was either to have a translation then spending every waking hour studying hundreds of different languages. \n\nYet this one Kat spoke now did not process at all. Terran languages were uploaded into the translator sure but the world was so rarely visited by other species but the languages were kno-ohhhhhh now that made sense. As Kaden slipped into the language did it only confirm Lee's sneaking suspicion. \n\n\"Kat, play nice you've only known him for a few hours like you said.\" Kaden acting like a parent lightly scolding a child. \"At least wait a few days before you pull some theatrics of your own.\" he added with a small playful pat on the back as Lee could only help but chuckle. \n\n\"Well you two are definitely not like the others I have seen it would seem. Nor are you from around here to speak in such a unique tongue between each other\" Lee said as Kaden rose a brow as their eyes connected. \"Hmmm your not like Kat. No you seem...more noble.\" The thief said as he began to read Kaden. \"Oh..wait...you've seen a lot, you have the eyes of a man that has faced great conflict...something that has lasted for years. Whether the turmoil be internal or external, now judging by how you look at Kat their is a sense of compassion and love, its not that of lovers more of a sibling attachment with the additional consideration of your own little secret language...and that is the look of you trying to understand how some random kid with a broken wrist is reading you like a book.\" Lee said tilting his head as Kaden frowned and tilted his own head mimicking Lee's actions as the demigod had a look of curious intrigue on his features. \n\nThen Kaden turned to Kat. \"I'll take it he has already did this little trick on you already today correct?\" Kaden asked. \n\n\"Possibly\" Lee said flinching slightly while gently withdrawing his wrist from Kat's grasp. \"How many other people's injuries does she inspect with physical contact?\" He asked. \"Unless they seemed to have catch some form of interest in her intelligent green eyes.\" He added gripping his wrist again", "username": "Z2010Deadmeat", "char_name": "Lee (Last name unknown)" }, { "text": "Flood didn't let her rip the sword out of his hands instead he twisted his arms with her wrist and let his bones crack from the unnatural strain they were put under. \"Yes, give me more pain!\" He headbutted her and let her trip him as he took his sword with him. He rolled backwards and psychotically stared at her as he already felt his bones mending. \n\nHe sheathed his Katana and pulled out two more handguns. These ones were loaded with incendiary bullets and would ignite upon impact. The guns would be rendered useless from the heat, but he had plenty of guns. He began firing again as he looked at a nearby window. Coincidentally the same one he jumped out of earlier. He threw the partially melted guns at her and ran towards the window to jump. He needed to get out of this situation before his mind deteriorated too much.", "username": "Flood", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Makoto noticed that Phoebe called her by the name she had chosen. She appreciated that, but had continued to debate the name change.\nThe four paused outside of the classroom door to catch up. \"I'm good, Katherin and I have been having fun today. Flood Joined us for lunch too.\" Makoto explained, skimming over all of the details of her's and Katherin's day so far. \"Is everything alright?\" she asked, clearly concerned for her new friend. She realized she was ignoring the boy in the wheelchair, but she was unsure what to say or do to introduce herself. Seeing him up close, she thought she may have seen him before... but not in a wheelchair. He kinda looked like the guy who kept hiding in the shadows as Phoebe showed Makoto around the campus.", "username": "Hidden Lilly", "char_name": "Makoto まこと (Gale) Izumi" }, { "text": "This time all the bullets were caught by a TK barrier and exploded harmlessly it its grasp. Her eyes darting to the window it unlatched and opened as Flood was running for it. Casually waving her hand she boosted the boy into the air and out the window. Rather than falling though he stopped abruptly as Kagerou walked over to the opening and leaned on the window sill. Flood would find himself in an invisible bubble and the woman watched the brief moment of confusion. \"Thank you for heading outside. It makes dragging you around so much easier. Now, let's go find your friend.\" \n\nHopping out of the window she lighted on the ground and headed for the enterance where Lee was. Two Asguardians were around him it would seem. The demigods had a distinct feel to them apart from humans. The bubble that Flood was in followed along. Poking her head inside she looked at the three. \"Hello there. I don't think we've had the chance to meet properly. But that will have to wait until after your friend here explains what he was doing in the infirmary after I locked it.\" She smiled lightly, hoping this one wouldn't be quite as tenacious.", "username": "twave", "char_name": "Kagerou Rotusu" }, { "text": "Flood started giggling as he floated through the air. \"Whee!\" He yelled as he pulled out a knife and tested how strong this telekintic bubble was. 'Well, looks like I'm not getting out anytime soon.' He thought to himself as he prepared a small unnoticeable knife in his sleeve. He would make sure that he got the job done, no matter what.", "username": "Flood", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Kat only rolled her eyes as he tried to twist her own words against her; a hit with his broken hand would have done more damage. \"I was more than willing to play nice, whatever happens from this point on is his own fault. It seems like he needs the valuable lesson.\" She said, looking at Kaden and ignoring the small signs of comradery between the two.\n\nAnd then Lee began to run off on Kaden as he had with her that morning. \"Oh joy.\" She sighed, and simply waited for the whole thing to end, giving Kaden a pointed look towards its end. And even when he finally fell silent it wasn't for long, as he answered Kadens question for her; whether she wanted him to was another question however. This boy clearly wanted to make his life miserable.\n\nBut before she had the chance to tell him the error of his ways one of the newer faces, Kagerou walked up. She nearly called her a knight in shining armour but the sight of Flood behind her suggested quite the opposite. Kat smiled at the sight. \"I imagine it is something to do with the fact he's a dirty thief, but I don't want to put words into your mouth.\" She said with a mock innocence that everyone would be able to see through. She knew there had been something amiss with her; there was a story there that was clear. \"Or maybe he was just searching for a way to fix his mysteriously injured hand. Lee, please do clarify the situation.\" She turned to him, a smile showing she was going to enjoy this power shift.", "username": "Klyix", "char_name": "Eldkatla 'Kat' Lokidóttir" }, { "text": "Phoebe listened as Makoto talked, and as she did, she realised that she might not know Nicholas, beyond merely recognising him. \"Everythings okay. We just had some difficulty, with Nick's father. This Nick by the way, my half-brother\" Phoebe doubted she would get tired of being able to say that. She smiled, and looked at Nick, hoping he would be okay in the long run. \n\n\"This is Makoto, but she told me to call her Gale\" She said, looking to Makoto to make sure that was still correct.", "username": "MarshiestMallow", "char_name": "Phoebe" } ]
Oh! Phoebe had mentioned her half-brother yesterday. At that time the siblings seemed to have been in ill favor with each other but today, that had changed dramatically. Maybe the talking suggestion worked. Makoto was unsure how to approach the situation, weather to lean over or crouch down. She didn't want to be demeaning to Nicholas. In the end she decided the most respectful response would be to crouch down so that her eyes were level with his. Makoto extended her hand in an offering; "Hey Nicholas, I'm Gale." she reiterated. She still felt like the new name was better. Makoto was not a totslly different person but so much about her life was different now, it my be of more use to take on a new name now. She thought that her name change was similar to that of a catapillar becoming a butterfly, or a seed becoming a tree, or even a gusty wind becoming a hurricane. They all begin as one thing, the entity doesn't change much but rather transforms into something different and is thus called by a new name.
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Hidden Lilly
Makoto まこと (Gale) Izumi
Gender: Female Age: 17 PARENTS: Storm mentored her but her birth parents were Kaito and Jessica Izumi Powers: Lightning and electrical currents. She can manipulate intensity of the electrical energy as well as form. She can withstand higher levels of electrical disturbances in her body than other people. She also has the ability of cytokinesis (self healing). Studying a mix of Chinese martial arts; Baguazhang and Iron Palm - Being able to manipulate what voltage of power she releases during a strike (knows how to release it but can't control how much to release) - how to accurately generate electricity by herself - the martial arts styles listed Voltage Reference Bio: Makoto's father was Japanese and her mother was Caucasian/Canadian. They lived happily together in a small home. At the age of 10 her father was diagnosed with cancer. He battled and they tried to get him the best treatment they could. In the end the doctors had caught it too late and he died when Makoto was 12. Makoto's mother did her best to cope and continue to raise Makoto the best she could. The loss of her father took quite a toll on her mother. She began to drink in secret. As time went on and the effectiveness of alcohol wore off, Makoto's mom began to drink more frequently and in greater amounts. Often her mom would go to a local bar and not be home until practically the next morning just in time to go to work. One morning, Makoto awoke to the doorbell ringing. She opened it and to her surprise there was a police officer there. He explained to her that earlier in the evening her mother had gotten into a car crash while still intoxicated and died. In a way Makoto was glad that when her mom crashed, she hadn't hit another car and killed others, but she was still pained by her mother's passing. Makoto was 14. There were not many people left around her since her mother had pushed most of their family friends away and didn't make it easy to build relationships with people at school (not allowed to go out or have people over). Makoto managed alright after that, being in a suspended state of shock. Her world came crashing down one day when it came to the attention of her high school teachers that she was underage and without parents. Child services was notified and Makoto did not take the action lightly. It made everything real, she couldn't just pretend that her mother was still out at a bar somewhere. It was in this moment that 15 year old Makoto manifested her powers, scaring the social worker and company away. She tried to pack up and leave, maybe find somewhere else to go so that they couldn't find her again. Maybe enroll in a night school or something to continue her education. As she bundled up and left, it was spring, she couldn't help but notice that as she walked by people their hair would begin to stand on end. If she loitered people would begin discussing that it's a phenomenon that happens right before a lightning strike, yet no storms were forecasted. It was all too close to the truth for Makoto and she kept moving until she came across a quiet area she could sit and think without hurting anyone. She closed her eyes, trying to calm herself down. "Hello young lady." Makoto looked up. There was a very attractive woman standing in front of her, talking to her. "You seem upset, are you alright?" "I'm fine." This woman made her uncomfortable. Something was wrong… "Are you sure? Why don't you let me buy you a hot chocolate?" The woman persisted. "No thanks, I'm alright." Makoto began to squirm and try to scoot away. "No, you need to come with me." The woman reached out to grab Makoto's wrist, succeeding. "No! Let go!" Makoto yelled, releasing an amplified amount of the static electricity she created into the area and the women. The lady cried out in pain, her skin flipping like scales to reveal many identities and settling on a blue face. Makoto was stunned, as much about the woman as she was about herself. She tried to get up and run but by the time she was able to recover herself, the woman was moving again. The people around had begun to shriek and cry out for help. Not long after other people, mutants clashed in a fray. Makoto seemed to be in the middle of it. Finally she seemed to land under the care of a team of mutants in black and yellow uniforms. "What's going on?" Makoto asked, trying to put pieces together. "Where are you taking me?" "To a safer place than this where you can learn to control your powers." A woman with silver hair said to her. Soon and with little argument from Makoto, they were off. It wasn't long before they arrived at their destination, The Academy. Appearance: Appearance Classes: - Chinease Martial Arts - Power Development - Advanced Anatomy and Physiology - Gym?
[ { "text": "Flood walked away as he looked at Lee. The look in his eyes while still the same joyous look as always had another message for him. He got the job done. Flood walked to his room and began the looped feed as he took out a wooden baton and a knife. He bit down on the baton and jabbed the knife directly into his stomach. He tore it open and dug around for a couple of seconds. He pulled out a few clear vials with fluids in them as his stomach began healing already.\n\n-Flashback-\n\nFlood grabbed the things he needed and quickly poured them into a few vials he brought with him. He swallowed the vials and put back the half empty containers. He took a few extra things to avoid suspicion and broke a few things as well. He then quickly exited the infirmary ready to make his escape.\n\n-Flashback End-\n\n\"Always adapt.\" He muttered to himself as he hid the vials in various places in the room. He then turned off the looped feed.", "username": "Flood", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Makoto was glad to see that their relationship had improved. It made her happy to see Phoebe happy. For a brief moment Makoto wondered where Ryan was, the lucky fiancee, but she concluded that the two didn't need to be joined at the hip. It occurred to her that Nicholas had not been introduced to Katherin as of yet. They could know each other from before but she figured it was safe to ask.\n\n\"Have you met Katherin before?\" She asked Nicholas, gesturing to Katherin.", "username": "Hidden Lilly", "char_name": "Makoto まこと (Gale) Izumi" }, { "text": "Lilly Nicholas thought for a moment diving into his memory if he had meet or talk to this Katherin person,A few seconds of this he shook his head saying that he didn't know this person.\n\nHis eyes looked over to the person named Katerin his mind was still a bit fuzzy so it was going to be a bit hard for him.", "username": "Eviledd1984", "char_name": null }, { "text": "\"First of all, the door to Wayne's office is sound proof so I highly doubt you ears any of our conversation. Secondly, even if you were somehow able to find a way to eavesdrop on us, you would know that I wasn't 'playing' with him. Thirdly, why would I care who's been giving our esteemed Dean trouble? Lastly, why are you talking to me, and why would I tell you any of my plans?\" Anthony asks, his annoyance made clear by his tone of voice.", "username": "knight125", "char_name": null }, { "text": "\"No I haven't had a chance to meet Nikolas in person. I have seen him but so far our paths haven't crossed. It is nice to finally met Phoebe's brother. She is lucky to have family so close. Katherin stated calmly. She pulled the cold around her. She wasn't going to allow herself be jealous of all the time her friend was spending with her family get to her. Phoebe had every right to spend as much time as she wanted with whoever she wanted.", "username": "KatherinWinter", "char_name": "Katherin Winter" }, { "text": "\"Ah because i want to help you with whatever you have in mind for this school...\" Reinhardt said with a smile like a schoolgirl skipping forward so he was now in front of Anthony,\"And besides im quite bored and i need some sort of entertainment\" He added his hands on his hips the smile still on his face.@knight125\n\n---------------------------\n\nNicholas wrote down something and handing it to Katerin,'Hello i am glad to meet a friend of Phoebe\" It said on the notepad,Nicholas still his hands in his lap looking up to Phoebe.@KatherinWinter", "username": "Eviledd1984", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Katherin took the paper puzzled. She read it and smiled. She wondered if Nicholas couldn't speak at all or if this was a temporary thing. She couldn't think of a polite way to ask. Phoebe was the first friend I made at the academy. We a pretty much as opposite as two people can get. She is strongest in the spring. I am strongest in the winter. But somehow that works for us.", "username": "KatherinWinter", "char_name": "Katherin Winter" }, { "text": "Nicholas wrote something on the piece of paper once more handing it tp Katherin,\"How have you been friends with Phoebe?And what is your power exactly if i may ask\" The note said wondering what she meant his first thought was she had some sort of ice power much like Flood or anyone else inthis school.", "username": "Eviledd1984", "char_name": null }, { "text": "We met on the second day of school. We clicked almost instantly. Katherin explained with a smile. She liked Nicholas. She didn't mind the notes. \"Sorry I guess I have gotten out of the habit of introducing myself. I take after my father. Robert Drake aka Iceman. I have the ability to manipulate ice and snow. Although I am still working on snow.\"", "username": "KatherinWinter", "char_name": "Katherin Winter" }, { "text": "Nicholas nodded and wrote down another note and handing it to Katerin,\"I see i mostly took after my father Scarecrow but i recently found out i have powers form my mother Ivy i am getting use to it\" It said with Nicholas now looking sadly at his feet.", "username": "Eviledd1984", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Phoebe sighed softly. She supposed she had been distracted around her friends. It was hard, everything had seemed to have changed, really from the moment she had left the school with her mother. \n\nNothing had quite been the same since. \n\nShe didn't want to lose her friends. But she hadn't been trying hard to keep them. Something always happened. She sighed, feeling guilty. She listened as Katherin talked with Nicholas, managed to read what nicholas wrote to her.\n\nShe smiled slightly at katherins statement that they were opposites, and yet we're friends. It was right. But maybe that was why they were friends.", "username": "MarshiestMallow", "char_name": "Phoebe" }, { "text": "\"I've never met my mother. I suspect that she is a normal person with no abilities. Katherin shared with him. She had never asked many questions about her mother. She figured the woman had chosen to live her behind because she took after her father. Her mother hadn't wanted her so she had never wanted her mother until recently.", "username": "KatherinWinter", "char_name": "Katherin Winter" }, { "text": "Nicholas nodded and took in the information that she was telling him,He wrote down something once more handing it to Katerin extending his hand out to pat her shoulder that he felt sympathy for her,\"I know how you feel i didn't know my mother until about a few days ago and i lived mostly with my father\" It said on the note.", "username": "Eviledd1984", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Anthony atucks an arm out, distancing himself from Reinhardt and shoving his way past simultaneously. As he walks by, he continues, \"You've yet to answer my inquiry as to who you are. Also, it's not my purpose in life to entertain others, so I could not care less if you're bored.\"", "username": "knight125", "char_name": null }, { "text": "\"My father taught me everything I know. He's the rest father a girl could have. He ever losses patience with me. Even though my ability is no where as developed as his was at my age. I have heard of your father but I can't say I've ever met him. Katherin told him. She was proud of her father and all the things that he had accomplished over the years. He wasn't well know but that had never mattered to either of them.", "username": "KatherinWinter", "char_name": "Katherin Winter" }, { "text": "\"Ah then let me introduce myself to you my good sir\" Reinhardt said walking beside him,\"My name is Reinhardt Darkholme son of Ragdoll and Mystique..and you are...Anthony Luther son of Lex Luther my former employer and boss...\" Reindhardt said with a smile on his face walking along behind him. \n\n-----------------------------\n\nNicholas looked sad and a little jealous that she had such a good relationship with her father and the fact that her father was such a good father to her while he had such a shitty father,He quickly wrote something down on the notepad and handed it her slowly.\"My father was not very good to me but i am glad you and your father have such a good relationship\" The note said.", "username": "Eviledd1984", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Phoebe frowned slightly. She always disliked the fact that Katherin seemed to doubt herself. \"You're plenty strong enough, Katherin\" she said softly, then sighed \"We should probably head into the classroom\"\n\n********\n\nKalinda had already made her way to the classroom, but hadn't yet entered. She was still debating what to do. And she didn't to have to talk to anyone in anycase. Which was why she was in the shadows. Maybe I should just stay in the shadows all the time. It's easier she thought to herself, but as people started heading towards the classroom, she sighed, and moving out the shadows, she walked in.", "username": "MarshiestMallow", "char_name": "Phoebe" } ]
"You guys go on ahead into class." Makoto said. She felt green; a tiny bit jealous and sick to her stomach. This was mostly because all this talk about family hurt her do badly and so deeply. She felt terrible for feeling the way she did. "I just have to use the lady's room." maybe she would feel better if she put a bit of cold water on her face. Makoto felt like the water wouldn't cause a threat if it stayed mostly in the basin. Her parents had died years ago but it still felt so fresh. She thought about how someday she'd have to get over all of this, and hoped it would be soon.
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Makoto まこと (Gale) Izumi
Gender: Female Age: 17 PARENTS: Storm mentored her but her birth parents were Kaito and Jessica Izumi Powers: Lightning and electrical currents. She can manipulate intensity of the electrical energy as well as form. She can withstand higher levels of electrical disturbances in her body than other people. She also has the ability of cytokinesis (self healing). Studying a mix of Chinese martial arts; Baguazhang and Iron Palm - Being able to manipulate what voltage of power she releases during a strike (knows how to release it but can't control how much to release) - how to accurately generate electricity by herself - the martial arts styles listed Voltage Reference Bio: Makoto's father was Japanese and her mother was Caucasian/Canadian. They lived happily together in a small home. At the age of 10 her father was diagnosed with cancer. He battled and they tried to get him the best treatment they could. In the end the doctors had caught it too late and he died when Makoto was 12. Makoto's mother did her best to cope and continue to raise Makoto the best she could. The loss of her father took quite a toll on her mother. She began to drink in secret. As time went on and the effectiveness of alcohol wore off, Makoto's mom began to drink more frequently and in greater amounts. Often her mom would go to a local bar and not be home until practically the next morning just in time to go to work. One morning, Makoto awoke to the doorbell ringing. She opened it and to her surprise there was a police officer there. He explained to her that earlier in the evening her mother had gotten into a car crash while still intoxicated and died. In a way Makoto was glad that when her mom crashed, she hadn't hit another car and killed others, but she was still pained by her mother's passing. Makoto was 14. There were not many people left around her since her mother had pushed most of their family friends away and didn't make it easy to build relationships with people at school (not allowed to go out or have people over). Makoto managed alright after that, being in a suspended state of shock. Her world came crashing down one day when it came to the attention of her high school teachers that she was underage and without parents. Child services was notified and Makoto did not take the action lightly. It made everything real, she couldn't just pretend that her mother was still out at a bar somewhere. It was in this moment that 15 year old Makoto manifested her powers, scaring the social worker and company away. She tried to pack up and leave, maybe find somewhere else to go so that they couldn't find her again. Maybe enroll in a night school or something to continue her education. As she bundled up and left, it was spring, she couldn't help but notice that as she walked by people their hair would begin to stand on end. If she loitered people would begin discussing that it's a phenomenon that happens right before a lightning strike, yet no storms were forecasted. It was all too close to the truth for Makoto and she kept moving until she came across a quiet area she could sit and think without hurting anyone. She closed her eyes, trying to calm herself down. "Hello young lady." Makoto looked up. There was a very attractive woman standing in front of her, talking to her. "You seem upset, are you alright?" "I'm fine." This woman made her uncomfortable. Something was wrong… "Are you sure? Why don't you let me buy you a hot chocolate?" The woman persisted. "No thanks, I'm alright." Makoto began to squirm and try to scoot away. "No, you need to come with me." The woman reached out to grab Makoto's wrist, succeeding. "No! Let go!" Makoto yelled, releasing an amplified amount of the static electricity she created into the area and the women. The lady cried out in pain, her skin flipping like scales to reveal many identities and settling on a blue face. Makoto was stunned, as much about the woman as she was about herself. She tried to get up and run but by the time she was able to recover herself, the woman was moving again. The people around had begun to shriek and cry out for help. Not long after other people, mutants clashed in a fray. Makoto seemed to be in the middle of it. Finally she seemed to land under the care of a team of mutants in black and yellow uniforms. "What's going on?" Makoto asked, trying to put pieces together. "Where are you taking me?" "To a safer place than this where you can learn to control your powers." A woman with silver hair said to her. Soon and with little argument from Makoto, they were off. It wasn't long before they arrived at their destination, The Academy. Appearance: Appearance Classes: - Chinease Martial Arts - Power Development - Advanced Anatomy and Physiology - Gym?
[ { "text": "I'm sorry to hear that you and your father don't get along. Maybe you can have a better relationship with your mother. Katherin told him encouragingly. She didn't know much about Poison Ivy but somehow she doubt that the woman would be much of an improvement. She ignored Phoebe's comment about her strength. She compared herself to her father and probably always would. She frowned at Makoto as other girl left until the she remembered what Makoto had told her before. \"Some friend I am.\"\n------\nArnold grinned as he made his way to class. He was looking forward to this class more Han he had the others. He would consider changing his classes now that he was in charge. Fight was fine but he was better at trickery and manipulation. He chuckled as he entered the classroom. He was almost certain that Kalinda was close and watching him. He could almost hear her gritting her teeth. This was going to be a good a day indeed.", "username": "KatherinWinter", "char_name": "Katherin Winter" }, { "text": "Makoto was lucky that the bathrooms by this classroom were just 2 doors down, 3 if you include the men's washroom door. She pushed on the door and walked in. Silence, she was alone, no-one was there. She tried to keep her composure but her eyes began to sting, threatening to pour out her bottled up feelings. \n\n\"No, not right now.\" she said to herself, striding over to the farthest sink with a mirror in front of it. \"Great...\" She mumbled, looking over herself and her red eyes. Makoto turned the hot and cool water on, watching the water run over her fingers until she got a comfortably cool temperature. Taking one last glance at her reflection in the mirror, she leaned forward and rinsed her face. She tried her best to keep the water away from her bangs but she still managed to get the tips wet. She turned off the water and leaned over the sink, dripping with water. Makoto sighed and began to focus on her breathing, thinking her life through. She combed through positive thoughts and good memories. \n\nAfter a few minutes she stood up, her face no longer dripping but still wet. She moved to the paper towel and took a few to wipe off her face. She had decided it was a good time to call Storm.\n\n*Dial tone*\n*Ringing, pause, Ring, Pause, Ring, Pau-*\n\"Hello?\" a professional voice answered.\n\"Hi Storm, It's Makoto.\"\n\"Hi, how are you today?\" her tone lightened, softened.\n\"I'm alright, how is your day going today?\"\n\"It's been a bit rocky but good.\" she sighed, sounding tired.\n\"I'm glad... I got your surprise-\"\n\"You did!? What did you think?\" Storm piped up, like an excited mother.\n\"It is wonderful.\" Makoto giggled \"Thank you, Storm.\" Her tone softening.\n\"You are more than welcome, you have moved between comfortable places in life so quickly, it was the least we could do to make you feel more comfortable there.\"\n\"I really appreciate it.\" Makoto said, smiling brightly. \"Oh! I've made some friends already, I like it here.\"\n\"That's good.\" Storm said, her tone suggesting she wanted to hear more. \n\"Two girls and one boy, Phoebe, Katherin and Flood. You may actually know their parents. Phoebe's dad is Batman and her mom is Poison Ivy. Katherin's dad is Iceman, and Flood's dad is Deadpool.\"\n\"They have quite the lineage.\" Storm said, calculating. \"Be mindful around Flood, if he is anything like his father, he will be a loose cannon. You may find that he is not the most loyal.\"\n\"He seems alright, a little crazy but fun.\" Makoto said, her disposition saddening. She didn't want storm to not like her friends.\n\"Some fun and adventure will be good for you, always so studious otherwise.\" Storm said, sensing Makoto's fall in mood. \"Just be careful with him. Is everything else alright?\"\n\"Yes.\" Makoto responded quickly. She couldn't say that she still missed her parents. She had spent a decent amount of time with the woman and she knew that she viewed her as kind of a daughter. How then could she express that she missed her real parents. \n\"How are classes?\" Storm prodded.\n\"Good. Actually, i'm kind of skipping the beginning of one to make this call...\" Makoto said, feeling the pressure to get back to class.\n\"Oh, well then you should probibly get to the classroom. What class is it?\" She encouraged.\n\"Power Development.\" Makoto sighed.\n\"I see...\" Storm paused, knowing it wasn't a strong area of Makoto's \"Do your best and you will be fine.\"\n\"I will. Bye, have a good day.\"\n\"Bye-bye Makoto.\"\n*click*\n*dial tone*\n\nMakoto put her phone away and turned back to lave the bathroom and get to class. She was feeling quite a bit better now than when she entered the bathroom.", "username": "Hidden Lilly", "char_name": "Makoto まこと (Gale) Izumi" }, { "text": "Nicholas nodded waving goodbye to Katerin and looking over to Phoebe to wheel him over to Power Development.", "username": "Eviledd1984", "char_name": null }, { "text": "\"The son of Mystique? Interesting. Could be useful.\"Anthony muses for a moment. \"I'm afraid I haven't heard of your father. He must not have been of import. What can you do?\"", "username": "knight125", "char_name": null }, { "text": "\"Well i can transform into many people look and even copy their voices to exactly mimic them perfectly\" Reinhardt said now transforming into Anthony with a smile,\"And i am a master assassin if i may say so myself killing 73 men,21 women and about 271 mutants all while under the employment of Magneto\" He added transforming into Magneto copying his voice when he said his kill record.\n\n\"I am also triple jointed and can pass though very tight spaces for example that vent over their or though moving clock gears and live...\" He added transforming into his mother.", "username": "Eviledd1984", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Lee wasn't certain if Kangerou bought the story regardless it seemed to have passed regardless. As the woman spoke however did Lee groan mentally, this woman was in charge of the Academy's security great. That would hamper any chance Lee had to conduct operations within the Academy grounds or locate items the building could have to help. The thief didn't plan to do all of his heist supply shopping at the Academy but this little incident would definitely cause Kangerou to keep an eye out for either of them should something occur. However when she mentioned it wasn't her responsibility to deal with something that occurs outside of the Academy affairs did Lee's spirits improve somewhat. At least she wouldn't be breathing down his neck like the NBA..or whatever acronym of the agency caught spying on people recently was. \n\nAfter Kangerou advised Lee to head to the infirmary now to mend his hand did he nod. \"Very well.\" He said before turning back to glance at both Kat and Kaden. \"It was...nice to meet you Kaden. Kat a pleasure as always.\" he said with a small smile before taking his leave. Great absolutely great, part of Lee's plan involved action at the Academy grounds to deal with the gang plus he and Flood (wherever he ran off to) had none of the supplies neither. Looks like Lee had more planning to conduct. He just hoped he had enough time before some bounty hunter of the rather angry owners of the Night Phantom managed to track him down. \n\n\n\n\"He's scared.\" Kaden said to Kat turning to look at her with his arms crossed over his chest. \"I'm not good at reading people like him outside of combat but I do know a look of fear in someone's eyes when I see it. Lee is scared of someone or something...and its probably coming after him.\" he said with a shrug of his shoulders before turning to enter the classroom. \"In any case come. We should probably head to our class before the school is attacked by something.\" He joked, on the inside Kaden wanted to know what was bugging Lee and help. However there was enough information present, and if Lee really was a thief it would be best to keep a considerable bit of distance in case his intentions were foul. \n\n-Meanwhile-\n\n\"So this is it?\" A young man in ragged and worn clothes said standing out in front of the building. \"The Academy of Heroes and Villains. The place where my path for revenge will begin.\" He said darkly clenching his fist tightly pulling the sack over his shoulder up some as Alexander Von Doom entered the building.", "username": "Z2010Deadmeat", "char_name": "Lee (Last name unknown)" }, { "text": "It seemed whenever they talked off parents, people got upset. Phoebe wondered why everyone put so much stock on who they came from. Would things have been different for her, if she had been adopted? And suddenly like a light bulb going off, she Realised that she was never meant to be adopted. Something has always happened, so that whenever prospective parents appeared, she wasn't there.\n\nShe didn't know if that was meant to reassure her or not. She sighed, and shifted a chair, so Nicholas could be behind a desk. She smiled at him, claiming a desk and sitting down. \n\nShe had seen that Makoto was upset, and didn't know if she should have gone after her or not.", "username": "MarshiestMallow", "char_name": "Phoebe" }, { "text": "\"I do not think I would say scared, he would be a lot more quiet if he was truly scared, but he is certainly anxious. Though I also don't believe he is from here which is unfortunate. Not much in this realm concerns me but the universe is a big place.\" She said as she watched him walk away, before sighing and turning to look back to Kaden. \n\nRecognising the look she gave his shoulder a shove. \"He's not some wounded animal. If you try and save every troubled soul you'll end up the kindest dead man around. You already have enough people willing to kill you who - laugh as you may - have a real chance of turning up here any day now. Let's not add to the list.\" She shook her head and rolled her eyes and reminded herself he had managed to keep himself alive for two years. \"Yes, class, come on then.\" She said suddenly, before muttering \"Atleast you can overcome any enemies you make there.\"", "username": "Klyix", "char_name": "Eldkatla 'Kat' Lokidóttir" } ]
@Caits Upon leaving the bathroom Makoto saw that Phoebe and Nicholas were gone but Katherin was still there. "Hey, sorry about that. Shall we go into class?" Makoto suggested to Katherin. She had stopped by her friend but unconciously angled her body towards the classroom door, wanting to get into class. The two turned and entered the classroom, sitting by Phoebe and Nicholas. "Hey." Makoto said, as she took her seat and rejoined her friends.
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Makoto まこと (Gale) Izumi
Gender: Female Age: 17 PARENTS: Storm mentored her but her birth parents were Kaito and Jessica Izumi Powers: Lightning and electrical currents. She can manipulate intensity of the electrical energy as well as form. She can withstand higher levels of electrical disturbances in her body than other people. She also has the ability of cytokinesis (self healing). Studying a mix of Chinese martial arts; Baguazhang and Iron Palm - Being able to manipulate what voltage of power she releases during a strike (knows how to release it but can't control how much to release) - how to accurately generate electricity by herself - the martial arts styles listed Voltage Reference Bio: Makoto's father was Japanese and her mother was Caucasian/Canadian. They lived happily together in a small home. At the age of 10 her father was diagnosed with cancer. He battled and they tried to get him the best treatment they could. In the end the doctors had caught it too late and he died when Makoto was 12. Makoto's mother did her best to cope and continue to raise Makoto the best she could. The loss of her father took quite a toll on her mother. She began to drink in secret. As time went on and the effectiveness of alcohol wore off, Makoto's mom began to drink more frequently and in greater amounts. Often her mom would go to a local bar and not be home until practically the next morning just in time to go to work. One morning, Makoto awoke to the doorbell ringing. She opened it and to her surprise there was a police officer there. He explained to her that earlier in the evening her mother had gotten into a car crash while still intoxicated and died. In a way Makoto was glad that when her mom crashed, she hadn't hit another car and killed others, but she was still pained by her mother's passing. Makoto was 14. There were not many people left around her since her mother had pushed most of their family friends away and didn't make it easy to build relationships with people at school (not allowed to go out or have people over). Makoto managed alright after that, being in a suspended state of shock. Her world came crashing down one day when it came to the attention of her high school teachers that she was underage and without parents. Child services was notified and Makoto did not take the action lightly. It made everything real, she couldn't just pretend that her mother was still out at a bar somewhere. It was in this moment that 15 year old Makoto manifested her powers, scaring the social worker and company away. She tried to pack up and leave, maybe find somewhere else to go so that they couldn't find her again. Maybe enroll in a night school or something to continue her education. As she bundled up and left, it was spring, she couldn't help but notice that as she walked by people their hair would begin to stand on end. If she loitered people would begin discussing that it's a phenomenon that happens right before a lightning strike, yet no storms were forecasted. It was all too close to the truth for Makoto and she kept moving until she came across a quiet area she could sit and think without hurting anyone. She closed her eyes, trying to calm herself down. "Hello young lady." Makoto looked up. There was a very attractive woman standing in front of her, talking to her. "You seem upset, are you alright?" "I'm fine." This woman made her uncomfortable. Something was wrong… "Are you sure? Why don't you let me buy you a hot chocolate?" The woman persisted. "No thanks, I'm alright." Makoto began to squirm and try to scoot away. "No, you need to come with me." The woman reached out to grab Makoto's wrist, succeeding. "No! Let go!" Makoto yelled, releasing an amplified amount of the static electricity she created into the area and the women. The lady cried out in pain, her skin flipping like scales to reveal many identities and settling on a blue face. Makoto was stunned, as much about the woman as she was about herself. She tried to get up and run but by the time she was able to recover herself, the woman was moving again. The people around had begun to shriek and cry out for help. Not long after other people, mutants clashed in a fray. Makoto seemed to be in the middle of it. Finally she seemed to land under the care of a team of mutants in black and yellow uniforms. "What's going on?" Makoto asked, trying to put pieces together. "Where are you taking me?" "To a safer place than this where you can learn to control your powers." A woman with silver hair said to her. Soon and with little argument from Makoto, they were off. It wasn't long before they arrived at their destination, The Academy. Appearance: Appearance Classes: - Chinease Martial Arts - Power Development - Advanced Anatomy and Physiology - Gym?
[ { "text": "Kalinda hadn't looked around the classroom when she had entered, not particularly interested in who was there and who wasn't, not wishing to speak with anyone right then, but as Mimic introduced the new teams, she frowned slightly, and now looked around the room. \n\nSo her ears hadn't been messing with her. Ben was here. It just proved to her that there was too many power plays here in the school, and that was suddenly very, very taxing. \n\nWhy should she care anyway? \n\nBut she did. She frowned, shook her head as she looked away, unaware that she had been staring for a time. She sighed, and rose, joining her team. She hadn't planned on speaking, but as Estella 'Spoke', she sighed softly \"Mimic could just use your telepathy himself and figure out what we are thinking, I think\"", "username": "MarshiestMallow", "char_name": "Phoebe" }, { "text": "Nicholas looked sadden by not being able to fight and like the class's job description that he couldn't develop his powers,He let out a child like whine looking down at his desk tears welling up in his eyes but wiped them away so not to look like a wush how one student put it in front of the others.\n\nHe wheeled himself over to the other room but slowly since his arms were not strong enough yet.\n\n--------------------------------\n\nReinhardt came into the room with a smile on his face walking beside Nicholas before getting close enough to help wheel him over to the other room,\"Hello Nicholas...how are you doing?Well?That is good to hear it has been a long time since we had talked...and we do need to talk...\" He whispered to him placing him in front of the arena letting go and walking away.\n\nHe would be safe for the time being since he convinced a few teachers that he had gone to the good side and but he would still be questioned by nosey people that he is still crazy.", "username": "Eviledd1984", "char_name": null }, { "text": "\"That would be wonderful.\" Makoto smiled, the tips of her mouth barely curling. She was happy, it's just that there was so much washing through her at that moment, it was hard to display any one of the emotions. It would certainly be nice to spend time with friends after class again. On day 1 she spent the evening with Katherin and Flood. Now it looked like she could spend time with Katherin, Nicholas and Phoebe. It made her heart swell a bit, the thought of having true friends.\n\nMimic came in and Makoto felt her heart squeeze in her chest and flutter. She was going to have to get the courage to talk to the intimidating man after class, somehow. He had knowledge of her powers that she didn't know how to make sense of. She listened intently to him, like she did all the other staff. It pained her when Nicholas left, he seemed really sad. Despite his position, could he not wield his powers? Did one need to be standing to use plants? Maybe it was contact with the ground that he needed. She wasn't sure and felt helpless to act. Instead she turned to Phoebe.\n\n\"Hey, is there anyway that we can get Nicholas to participate in the class? Like give him some extra help to level the playing field a bit?\" Makoto whispered leaning close to her friend. She tried to do so discretely so not to be caught.", "username": "Hidden Lilly", "char_name": "Makoto まこと (Gale) Izumi" }, { "text": "As the teams were selected Kaden nodded and stepped back before pulling his phone out of his pocket and began to casually bring up the internet.\n\nAll the while however Lee walked into the room with his hand in a brace and just barely caught word of him being on the first team and he had to fight this man. Oh great this would not be good. He thought to himself as he extended his staff and held it in hjs good hand.", "username": "Z2010Deadmeat", "char_name": "Lee (Last name unknown)" }, { "text": "John grins, happy to get started so soon. He stands and cracks his knuckles while strolling into the other room.", "username": "knight125", "char_name": null }, { "text": "With no need to participate Kat remained where she sat, idly stretching as she contemplated what she should do. She would keep an eye on the progress of those fighting, yes, but she still remained at a loss with what to do with the rest of her attention. Playing with the ring on her finger she looked at Kaden and briefly wondered what it was he was doing. Then again if it was important she would find out so she abandoned that train of thought. Her mind was full of racing thoughts she had no desire to chase but was unable to ignore; sometimes she could understand how some envied others their simple lives.", "username": "Klyix", "char_name": "Eldkatla 'Kat' Lokidóttir" }, { "text": "Flood leaned forward as Mimic announced the new teams. 'How exciting.' He watched Lee walk in and smiled at him. There was the clear message that he got the job done in his eyes. He then got back to watching the fight whenever it started that is.", "username": "Flood", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Pheobe sighed softly, watching Nicholas go wondering what she could do, to get Nicholas to participate. She pondered it for a moment, \"I could...form a chlorofiend, that could move him, so he could use his powers without having to use his arms to move\" she said, pondering that. \n\n-----\nWho was Kaden? Connor wondered briefly, figuring them for a new student. Well, he supposed he would find out soon. He didn't expect to fight today, unless the first team got through it pretty quickly. He was glad they didn't have to fight each other, and it would be good to work in a team to take mimic down. \n\nStill, he had never worked with Flood or Jack before, and the only time he had had a chance to work with Ben had been in that first Sim, when that haze or whatever it had been had taken him over. \n\nHe didn't like thinking on that Sim.\n\nHe sighed softlt, nevertheless making sure that his suit was near and ready in case they did figjt today", "username": "MarshiestMallow", "char_name": "Phoebe" }, { "text": "Flood looked at Connor and walked towards him. \"Made any strategies yet Mr Stark? Don't bother. No plan survives contact with the enemy, no rule holds truer when talking about copycats. The only advice that really matters is to focus. Something which you seem to be having trouble with right now.\" Flood smirked. \"But don't listen to me. I'm crazy as everyone knows, so giving advice is pretty hypocritical of me.\" Flood's smile quickly faded and he sat down next to Connor.", "username": "Flood", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Estella:\nIt wasn't a detail that Estalla had really thought about. Though she somewhat doubted that Mimic could get into her mind if the other telepaths couldn't, but he could potentially read everyone elses. In the end it would probably be a moot point to even use it that way. \"I see. You're probably right. I hope my being here doesn't make this harder.\" She looked at her other teammates as they entered the room. She still had little idea what they were capable of over all. \"I can use various elements by the way.\"\n\nMimic:\nStepping off to the side he crosses his arm and looks over the group. It was a pretty good mix of new and old students. He had fought most of them before but this would be a test to see how well they work as a team. Waiting for them to get situated a slight grin worked its way across his face. \"I'm ready when you are.\" Since this was just a fight there wasn't need for any prep work. As soon as they made their move he would jump into action.", "username": "twave", "char_name": null }, { "text": "John glances from side to side at his teammates and sighs, \"What, no one else wants the first shot? Fine then.\" John takes a running leap towards Mimic and powers up midair. As he hurtles toward his teacher, John cocks his fist back and forms a spike on the end of it, intending to impale Mimic's throat.", "username": "knight125", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Kalinda nodded, \"If I could get close to Mimic, I could probably take him down with emotions. I'd rather not do that, as my empathic abilities have been...wonky lately. So lets try and take him down quickly\" She said, sighing as John jumped into action. \n\nShe doubted the attack would land, and didn't watched to see if it did. She disappeared into the shadows. She did not doubt that Mimic could do the same as she did. \n\nShe pursed her lips. Gathered her power, waiting to do anything to see what Mimic would do, moving through the shadows\n\n*****\n\nConnor shook his head at flood. \"While your arguements have premis Flood, the fact that Mimic can copy powers is pointless on me, isn't it? I have a unique advantage with Mimic. I can attack him with my abilities, without him copying them, as it is doubtful his has access or the ability to control a suit quite like mine. Of course, I have to be wary of the abilities he copies off others. But if you can anticipate what he will use, then you are able to formulate a counter attack. Besides, there is always a plan. You just have to be able to think clearly and quickly in any given situation\"", "username": "MarshiestMallow", "char_name": "Phoebe" }, { "text": "Flood shrugged and looked at John. \"So the opposite of what he's doing then. Is that idiot really charging him?\" He asked out loud.", "username": "Flood", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Nicholas let out a childish whine tugging on Pheobe's shirt to get her attention,He quickly wrote something on his notepade handing it to her.\"Well i could use my vines to wrap around my legs and use my vines to be temporary legs?\" It said Nicholas looking around to see that Reinhardt was looking at him giving him a wave that sent chills down Nicholas spine.", "username": "Eviledd1984", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Phoebe thought on that. She supposed it could work, but she was worried that maybe Nocholas would end up getting hurt. \"Well, it's a good idea. Are you sure you're okay for it?\" She asked with concern\n\n------\n\nConnor gave a short chuckle \"it worked when I first battled Mimic. John doesn't stop to consider things but rather just acts. He's probsbly drawing mimics attention to him, so the others can attack\"", "username": "MarshiestMallow", "char_name": "Phoebe" } ]
Makoto picked up bits of what Phoebe was saying to Nicholas. She looked over seeing the note but not being able to read it. Maybe they had found a way that he could participate too. She allowed her lips to curl into a slight smile, hoping that was the case. Resting her cheek on the palm of her hand she leaned forward, watching Mimic more than her classmates. The more she watched maybe she would be able to implement some of what her classmates do. Makoto's skin buzzed while she watched Mimic, anticipating the conversation she wanted to have with him.
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Paul Slyfinger
Cool, new feature Age: 16 (looks 13) Gender: Male Personality: Paul is a silent kid who tends to keep to himself when he's not required to socialize, save for the presence of his little sister. Not that this was very unusual, seeing that his kind tends to lead rather solitary lives, only coming together for great gatherings in the Undercity when there is a special occasion. With a stubborn mind and a hot-headed personality behind the quiet façade, Paul is quick to get into fights and his knuckles are covered in bruises more often than not. His opponents are mostly other street rats, be they human or underling, and he's not afraid to take on tougher guys than himself. This not rarely ends up with his sister having to patch up the bruises and calmly scold him. Apart from being a little hot-headed, Paul is reliable. At least that's what people tell about him. With his younger sister in tow since they were little, he has been the one looking out for her on their countless roams through the city, and he has developed a keen sense for danger. He knows the tough little bundle is strong enough to look after herself, but he feels it can never hurt to hold an extra eye open. Based on how they first met, Paul has taken a habit of calling her "bundle".. While at times very quiet, Paul is not stupid in the slightest. He's street smart, and can remember any location he's been to at least once. Attentive and with a quick mind, he can find paths and escape ways that most people or Underlings would overlook. Apart from being silent, he has a tendency of either making sly, sarcastic remarks or being downright mean. He's blunt, and has no qualms to speak his mind if he feels it necessary. Paul is agile and likes to climb. Growing up in the streets of London, like most of his kind, he is able to quickly find his way through the narrow alleys and channels. While he's capable of blending in with the masses, he prefers the rooftops and arching buildings over the more crowded streets. His agility and quick hands enable him to ascend even the most complex edifice Appearance: As typical for his kind, Paul is of a small stature, reaching no higher than 4'11'' (150cm). His hair is chestnut brown and kept short, since it tends to get tousled very quickly. He appears a bit unkempt, like many Underlings, and his clothes are often ragged and worn, with patches and stiches all over them. His face appears undefinably ordinary, just as one might expect from a street rat, save for his green eyes which shine with intellect. His eyes shift color from office green to lime green, appearing darker when he is in a foul or relaxed mood and seeming brighter when he is upbeat and giddy. In day to day occurrences, his most prominent facial expression is that of mild interest or slight boredom. His typical silent demeanor is reflected in his slightly hunched over stance. Paul's attire mostly consist of a coffee colored, striped woolen jumper that covers his upper body up to his neck and over his torso and arms, and is held by a dark brown leather belt. On his lower body he wears fallow brown jeans that are tucked into his worn out, dark-grey leather boots. He also often wears brown fingerless leather gloves that help him climb. His head is usually adorned with a reddish beggar cap that is often referred to as his trademark. This is mostly due to the fact that anyone, even his sister is absolutely forbidden from touching it, and he will get very upset if someone tries to do so. Over his woolen jumper Paul sometimes puts on a grey leathery jacket that is obviously too large for him and thus leaves him with flabby sleeves that are tucked backwards several times else they would completely cover both his hands. The jacket goes down almost to his knees and covers his neck up to his hair, giving the impression of him disappearing into it. When he wears it, he often puts his hands into its pockets, as this seems to give him confidence. Since it is considerably flabby, it is not exactly made for climbing, so unless it's a cold day or a special occasion, he'll refrain from putting it on for fear it might hinder him (or maybe for fear of loosing it..). Both cap and jacket seem to hold a special meaning to him that only Flint and his little sister seem to know about. Background: Paul and his sister were raised by Flint, an elderly Underling who is held in high regards among their kind. Found in a small boat on the shore of the Thames, Flint took him in and raised him like so many Underlings were raised by a guardian. Before Paul could walk, he climbed. No structure and no building were safe from the little kid's chubby hands. After he had conquered the walls of the hideout, he moved on to larger buildings. At first jumping from small ledges, he soon was capable of jumping from roof to roof. Taking a liking to the city and it's many faces, smells, sensations and most importantly, buildings Paul would begin to roam the area, bit by bit broadening his territory. In that way, Paul began to seize London in his very own way. It was when he was still very young, not even fully grown yet, when he discovered something on one of his ranges. Roaming the shore of the Thames, skipping over several rooftops and sliding down between some smaller buildings, he noticed a faint presence in front of him on the riverbank. Quickly climbing down to the shore he realized it was a small, brown bundle lying near some that had captured his attention. Upon getting closer, it became apparent to the young boy that it was a bundle of ragged cloth was seemingly lying abandoned between some barrels. The cluster of brown fabric was obviously aged. Most importantly, the bundle was sneezing. The sudden sound scaring the wits out of the young boy, it quickly became obvious to him that someone was in there. This fact was underlined by the large pair of eyes that was blinking at Paul from under the folds. Apparently, Paul now had a little sister. After taking the young girl in, or rather after she had followed him all the way home, the two of them lived a peaceful child's life under the loose care of Flint. Teaching the two of them, they grew into an Underlings equivalent of teenagers, who called this city their home. Ability: - Quick feet; Ability to blur when moving fast, making it harder to track his movements. Also runs very nimbly and climbs surprisingly fast. - Silent fingers; Ability to briefly cloud a person's mind, allowing to be unseen, or rather, unnoticed for a moment.
[ { "text": "After Pete had left, Jenny had moved from her position behind Paul and was now sitting on a newspaper in an attempt to keep the cold rising from the ground away. It didn't work. As she was trying to get a little warmth by holding her fingers over the crackling flames, her brother spoke up.**\"Have a look if there's any food in would ya.\"**. After a glance in Paul's direction she knew that he wasn't going to move so Jenny got up, put the necklace into her bag and walked over to the \"food storage\". The boxes did nowhere near deserve that name but the street kids worked with what they had. It didn't look good. The box was almost empty, only a loaf of old bread and three small apples remained. She took the bread and two apples out and walked over to Paul. After she took a bite out of one apple and let the other one and the bread fall onto her brother's lap, Jenny sat down and grumbled**\"It's practically empty. We'll have to refill it.\"**. She took another bite and moved closer to the fire. The flame was about to die but it still gave off a little bit of warmth. She opened her bag and took out the necklace. Even prettier than before, it reflected the flames and made the silver and gold bird look like it was made out of fire. Almost in trance she looked at it and in the background she could hear the falling raindrops and the crackling fire. She liked those kinds of moments, when the world seemed to stand still and every sound was swallowed by the rain. As neither one of the siblings said a word, time passed by and the rain kept falling. Jenny had almost finished her apple now and, still hungry, longed for the one she left in the box for emergencies. But no, what if another frequent visitor of this hideout came, almost starving, and found it empty? So she stayed put. She wasn't even that hungry.", "username": "Ajana Sonea", "char_name": null }, { "text": "When the food conveniently landed in his lap, Paul's stomach rejoiced by grumbling even louder. Looking down at what Jenny had brought him, he felt a sudden surge of warm affection for the girl when he realized she had given him the lion's share. Breaking the loaf of bread in two, he silently put one half to the side and began munching his apple. Time passed, and the bad weather showed no sign of letting up. The warmth of the crackling fire, the dripping sound of the rain and the silent company of each other created a serene atmosphere as brother and sister sat peacefully and ate their meager meal.\nWhile he was nibbling on his apple, Paul's mind drifted off. Contemplating about what they could do today, he briefly considered going over to Johnny's and see how much they could get for that necklace Jenny had gotten herself. Glancing over to his sister however, he noticed how entranced the little girl was by the amulet. She was holding it in her small fingers and her eyes were practically glued to the bird shaped trinket. Sighing on the inside, Paul wrote off the idea of selling it. Not that it was really necessary to make money out of everything they stole. Flint's treasure contained enough to keep them afloat another year even if they were to suddenly decide to depend on it entirely. The fire was beginning to die down, so Paul absentmindedly threw in some more scraps of paper and drifted away into his thoughts again. If not Johnny's they could always go over to Hyde Park and see what's up. It was Saturday, so Nina must've been about, and at there was always something or other going on at the Corner. It seemed like a nice idea, so even if there were other possibilities, the boy decided on this one on a whim.\n\nGulping down the last piece of his apple, Paul looked over to his sister whom he noticed kept glancing at the box. The way he knew her, the girl was weighing whether or not to snatch more food from the storage, and her gluttonous side was in the process of battling her manners. Keeping a straight face but silently laughing, he wordlessly tossed the remaining half of the bread he still kept next to him sideways so it landed in her lap with a small thud.", "username": "Engima", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Still lost in her thoughts Jenny startled when something landed on her lap. She looked down at the bread and then at her brother. His face showed nothing, but a twinkle in his eye told her that he was probably laughing inside. She gave him a warm and appreciative smile and put the bread to her mouth. The necklace was now lying on her knees. Whilst chewing on the hard bread she thought about what would happen with it now. They were either going to sell the necklace to Johnny or keep it to be put it in Flint's treasure. Since real coins were more valuable to them than jewelry they would probably sell it sooner or later. Streetrats don't need pretty things. She didn't like this thought but tried to make peace with it. So she put it away and finished eating the last piece of dry bread. Then, to get her mind off of the firebird, she got up and started cleaning up the mess. Scraps of paper were lying everywhere and the cardboard boxes had to be rearranged. The cold wind had found ways through the make-shift walls and was disturbing the fire. Whether it was because of the weather or due to other visitors of the hideout she couldn't tell, but she found that this place needed a little organizing from time to time. After a while she gave up and decided that this had to do for now. It was less windy and the flames were calmer now. Also it seemed like the rain was letting up. The world turned quiet again. Paul was still sitting near the fire so she went over to him and asked: \"So, what now?\" He didn't react so she went on. \"We have to refill the food storage. Or do you wanna go to Johnny's first?\" She frowned at that but immediately replaced it with a neutral face.", "username": "Ajana Sonea", "char_name": null } ]
Letting his mind wander idly, it was the restless rustling of Jenny's feeble attempts to clean up the chaos the hideout presented that let Paul snap back to reality. Observing the girl and silently chuckling at her efforts, he absent mindedly played with his cap he held in his fingers. He had taken it off at some point after they had entered the hideout, and the dull piece of ragged cloth was still wet from the rain. Barely distinguishable from the rest of his muddled clothes, except for its slightly warmer, reddish color Paul treated it with care even when wringing the water out of it now. Still watching his sisters endeavor while de-soaking his headpiece, Paul kept the sly remark that was building up behind his tongue to himself.*Better let her have her way once in a while*, he thought to himself and, with a soft thud, put the cap back on his messy brown hair. After a while of busying about, Jenny calmed down and seized her efforts. Noting the distinct lack of the slight breeze that had bothered him before in slight bemusement, Paul was glad he had not mocked the girl, else she would now have had good reason to rebuke him. He did not like it when that little bundle won an argument, which she did more often than he was comfortable with. Thinking about the last time Jenny had debated him into a corner in discomfort, he nearly missed the fact that his little sister had walked over to him and was asking a question in the here and now.**"…refill the food storage? Or do you wanna go to Johnny's first?"**The brief frown that followed her final question did not escape the boy's attention, further strengthening his conviction to let her keep the little item she had so quickly grown fond of.**"How 'bout going over to Hyde? No need to go to Johnny's right away."**Giving her a rare smile, hoping she'd get the hint, the thought crossed his mind that they would have to remember to bring more food next time they used this hideout. With a silent sigh, Paul added St. James' Park to the list of places that needed restocking.
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Sharon Daerin'Lei
Race: High Elf Age: 235 Description: 190 cm tall. Fairly slim figure, and physically fit. By human standards, he appears to be in his 20s. White skin with a slight tanned tone. His eyes are deep arcane blue with a mystical elven magical tint. His hair is blonde and flows to his neck. Usually clean shaved. Biography: A scholar and academic by profession. Sharon was born in Quel'Thalas, where he was raised. He traveled often and visited the human lands of Lordearon and its surrounding kingdoms, and even sometimes the dwarves during his travels. His academic career started in his homeland of Quel'Thalas, but he became closely acquainted to the circles of Dalaran in the human kingdom to the south, where he became a professor and spent his time tutoring students and delving deeper into the mysteries of the arcane arts together with his fellow colleagues. Besides his work in academia, he also lived a materialistic life of extravaganza and debauchery. His life changed with the outbreak of the Third War, as the Scourge lay waste to the great northern kingdoms, including his own Quel'Thalas, turning the continent's most sophisticated civilization into a lifeless graveyard. During the undeath onslaught, with his kingdom shattered and the human and elven armies ruined, Sharon choose to help the human resistance in their struggle for survival and in aiding refugees escape the all consuming legions of the damned, and followed them south. The conflict permanently changed Sharon; the exposure to the sheer horrors and mindless brutality of the Scourge had been a humbling experience and a wakeup call. Having lost his home, and with the vast majority of his friends and family now dead, he devoted much of his time to helping the denizens of Stormwind, and joined the Silver Covenant as he pursued the reconstruction of Dalaran. Even after the the magical city of Dalaran was completed, Sharon choose to remain in Stormwind. Part in due to financial difficulties, and partly because he never could feel quite at home in Dalaran after its first ruination. But even then he often visited the city, to give lectures and share his studies and findings with fellow colleagues, much like he had done before the war.
[ { "text": "Wandering around in a dark, dank, abandoned Inn probably crawling with undead, scourge-followers and light-alone-knew-what-else was not Liaena's personal idea of fun. But then, very few things the human had done in the past few days had been fun, and unless they managed to rapidly track down the crazed evil death knight bent on the death and/or dismemberment of her boyfriend, very few things would be again. To that end she had wound up searching the ground floor of the aforementioned building, as the small, black-haired young woman held up the lantern she was carrying so as to shine better on their surroundings….with, ah, the most sterling choice of companions possible.\n\n\"Ana shar belori! By Elune!\" The large Night Elf ahead of her complained loudly. Liaena would rather have done without the elf, but the building was unfortunately crawling with them. Sharon's desire to keep her safe, while sweet, had the unfortunate side effect of being paired up with at least one Night Elf at all times and Serphia had fobbed her off on this one, who looked about as happy about the arrangement as she did.\n\nTurning to look over her shoulder, the elf, which Liaena had mentally christened Lackey001 glared down at her as though she was personally responsible for all of humanities flaws and faults. \"It stinks in here\"\n\nLiaena sniffed the air. She had not actually noticed before the keen sensed elf had pointed it out, but there was indeed a whiff of something very nasty in the air. \"Smells like shit\"\n\n\"Pfffft\" Lackey001 sniffed haughtily, then clearly wished she hadn't. Flouncing back around, she grumbled something under her breath that clearly contained at least the words: \"humans\" and \"animals\" in it.\n\n\"Hey. We actually have plumbing, you have – what, a bush?\" Liaena muttered loudly enough to be heard by the elf as she trudged after her along the corridor, before stopping short. \"We have*plumbing*. Lack….uh, hey you, have we found the cellar yet?\"\n\n\"What makes you think there's a cellar?\"\n\n\"This is an**inn**. A pub, if you will\" Liaena pointed out testily to the elf, who scowled back at her. \"Of course it's going to have a cellar\"\n\nOpening several doors in quick succession as they made their way down the corridor, after stumbling across several abandoned pantries and store cupboards Liaena pulled open a heavy wooden door which opened onto stone steps and a stronger wave of the unpleasant smell. Holding up her lantern as she inched down the steps closely followed by Lackey001, the light fell onto broken casks and worm eaten old furniture.\n\nDown below the earth, the air should have been completely still…so why was there a very slight breeze on her face? A long crack down the wall was not in fact a crack at all, but a door the same colour and texture as the stone wall, and very slightly open. From it, there was the persistent sound of dripping.\n\n\"MISTRESS! I have found their escape route!\" The elf cried out immediately, loud enough to be heard by the Night Elves upstairs before giving Liaena a baleful look. \"*I* found it\"\n\nLiaena was gazing through the secret exit, glancing away only to roll her eyes at the Night Elf. \"Sure. Fine. Whatever.\"", "username": "Feychild", "char_name": null }, { "text": "A storm of metal boots thumping against the wooden floor could be heard behind Liaena and the Sentinel, as Serphia and the rest of the party came charging through the corridor the moment the sentinel with Liaena had announced her findings to the rest of the building.\nSerphia came up first, with the sentinels right behind them; including Sharon who had been grabbed and pulled along by one of the sentinels to ensure that he wasn't snatched from under their noses while they were gone by some potential, hidden assassin somewhere in the building.\n\n\"They fled?\" Serphia asked as she looked through the door and down into the darker cellar. She immediately spotted the half open door in the wall as she scanned the room, before looking back at the Sentinel with Liaena.\n\n\"Good work, Shani.\" Serphia told the Night Elf with Liaena, apparently named Shani, who promptly beamed with pride as she straightened her back while receiving the Captain's praise. Rithrynn, whom was standing right behind her Captain, peered down into the cellar at the door suspiciously.\n\n\"Why would they leave it open like that? Are they really that stupid?\"\n\n\"I cannot sense any magic. Maybe they were mostly concerned about getting away from us as fast as possible?\" Vashi suddenly suggested as she stood next to Rithrynn, before throwing Serphia a small smile.\n\"You were really amazing out in the street, Mistress. It would not surprise me that they shat their pants after they saw how you made mincemeat out of their friends?\"\n\nEven the Captain's normally cold features couldn't hide a smirk as Vashi mentioned the battle that had taken place outside, as she obviously appreciated the admiration, despite it coming from a magic user.\n\n\"Maybe... but we will proceed slowly.\" Serphia said, before being the first one to walk down the stairs into the cellar.\n\"Rithrynn raised a fair point. It seems very convenient. Although it is unlikely that it would be a trap, I have not forgotten the goddess teachings about arrogance. We may be chasing humans; whom although inferior and unable to match our advanced intellect; can get lucky if we are not careful.\"\n\nRithrynn instinctively moved her arm around Liaena in an attempt to prevent the human girl from saying anything stupid in the Captain's presence as the little girl's face turned red with divine righteousness against Serphia, before leading her down the stairs along with the rest of the group.\n\n\"Rithrynn. You are on point.\" Serphia suddenly said after having gazed down into the murky, slimy hallway that was leading away from the cellar and down into the earth below. Rithrynn quickly threw the secret doorway a hesitant look, as her features on her face grimaced at the idea of entering it.\n\n\"Bu,- ... \"\n\"Vashi, you will be right after her.\"\n\nRithrynn decided to keep her mouth shut as Vashi positioned herself behind her, and Rithrynn pulled her bow off her shoulder and placed an arrow in it before entering the small entrance. Vashi followed right behind her sister, conjuring a small orb of magical light with her staff that floated above their heads as the two entered the secret passageway.\n\n\"Someone was here recently! In fact, there's at least half a dozen different tracks!\"\n\nRithrynn's voice could be heard from further down the stairs, at which point Serphia motioned for the rest of the group to follow suit, with Liaena and Sharon being pulled after the sentinels as they descended down into the sewers below.", "username": "Rithy", "char_name": "Rithrynn Syn'Dial" } ]
As they descended down into the sewers, Sharon tried to peek past the shoulders of the sentinels, but it was difficult to see anything as they were in the middle of the group, and most of the sentinels were one or two heads taller than himself. At the bottom of the stairs, they arrived at a long tunnel with a shallow trench of filthy, green water traveling in the middle. They themselves were standing on one of the two walking lanes positioned on each side of the sewer trench. The air itself was humid and revolting, as a heavy strench of rot and disease filled the sewer tunnels. There were the occasional bronze or iron piping running in and out of the walls around or above them, and there was a slight, green mist that haunted the tunnels. Their only source of light was the occasional sewer grate above their heads at the very top of the roof. None of the sentinels seemed to say a word as they followed in Rithrynn's steps, which was possibly for the best. Any word muttered in these tunnels were likely to echo off the architecture and be heard from far away. Even their steps made faint echoes that could be heard through the filthy tunnels. *"I'm going to need a bath once this is over."* Sharon thought to himself as he walked close to Liaena. "**Is anybody out there? Guards? Sharon? Anybody?**" The group had not gone very far until they could suddenly hear the echo of a man further down the tunnels, as Sharon recognized the voice of Lord Greymoon. "He's still alive!" Sharon suddenly said, before squeezing himself out between the sentinels and rushing out ahead of Rithrynn with his staff held high and ignoring the warning shout from Serphia. As they reached a point where the tunnel branched out into three different directions further up ahead, Sharon saw the door to a small storage room of some sort to the side. "Lord Greymoon, can you hear me?!" Sharon called out as he approached the door. "Sharon? Sharon, is that you?" Lord Greymoon's voice sounded from behind the wooden door, followed by a relieved sigh. "Thank the light! Your brother, he was here; he locked the door behind him!" "Don't worry, I'll get you out of there. How much space do you have?" "Uh, the room is about five and eight meters. Why?" "Clear the door. I'll get this open!" "Wait, what? Light, give me a second!" As Sharon pointed his staff at the door, steps could be heard from the other side as Lord Greymoon scurried away from the door and into the corner of the room. But further down the tunnel, where the tunnel branched out, a bearded head was peeking out from around the corner at Sharon preparing to blow the door away, to the sentinels and Liaena whom stood watching. "It's them! They followed our tracks!" Smokey whispered as he retreated back behind the corner again to avoid being spotted by the Night Elves, and turned to look back at two other men standing behind him; Donald and the black mage Sevarian. The Dwarf was holding a large blunderbuss in one hand, and was smoking on a roll of tobbaco; its glowing embers dropping dangerously close to the naked fuses of the explosives strapped to his leather belt. "Of course, that was the point." Donald stated as he readied his crossbow. "What's the plan, Mister S?" Donald turned to Sevarian, whose hands were folded into his robes. The pale sorcerer threw Donald a long look, before speaking. "Our instructions are to draw them into the cistern and the greater sewer complex. And if oppertunity permits, take out Sharon." "But 'es right there!" Smokey said as he pointed around the corner. "And a whole band of angry Night Elves. Don't forget those." Donald said, while tweaking with a mechanism on his crossbow. "Remember: we'll have to stay our distance. Those elves are all archers. Mister S, you keep them at bay with your magic to ensure that we do not get overrun before we reach the cistern. I'll take the opener shot at the elf. Smokey, you will,-" "**TAKE THIS, YE LONG EARED BASTARDS!**" By the time Donald's eyes had returned to Smokey, the dwarf had already reached into his belt and pulled out a string with two metal grenades attached, ignited the fuses, and lobbed them down through the tunnel towards Sharon at the group.
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Sinerathin
Sharon Daerin'Lei
Race: High Elf Age: 235 Description: 190 cm tall. Fairly slim figure, and physically fit. By human standards, he appears to be in his 20s. White skin with a slight tanned tone. His eyes are deep arcane blue with a mystical elven magical tint. His hair is blonde and flows to his neck. Usually clean shaved. Biography: A scholar and academic by profession. Sharon was born in Quel'Thalas, where he was raised. He traveled often and visited the human lands of Lordearon and its surrounding kingdoms, and even sometimes the dwarves during his travels. His academic career started in his homeland of Quel'Thalas, but he became closely acquainted to the circles of Dalaran in the human kingdom to the south, where he became a professor and spent his time tutoring students and delving deeper into the mysteries of the arcane arts together with his fellow colleagues. Besides his work in academia, he also lived a materialistic life of extravaganza and debauchery. His life changed with the outbreak of the Third War, as the Scourge lay waste to the great northern kingdoms, including his own Quel'Thalas, turning the continent's most sophisticated civilization into a lifeless graveyard. During the undeath onslaught, with his kingdom shattered and the human and elven armies ruined, Sharon choose to help the human resistance in their struggle for survival and in aiding refugees escape the all consuming legions of the damned, and followed them south. The conflict permanently changed Sharon; the exposure to the sheer horrors and mindless brutality of the Scourge had been a humbling experience and a wakeup call. Having lost his home, and with the vast majority of his friends and family now dead, he devoted much of his time to helping the denizens of Stormwind, and joined the Silver Covenant as he pursued the reconstruction of Dalaran. Even after the the magical city of Dalaran was completed, Sharon choose to remain in Stormwind. Part in due to financial difficulties, and partly because he never could feel quite at home in Dalaran after its first ruination. But even then he often visited the city, to give lectures and share his studies and findings with fellow colleagues, much like he had done before the war.
[ { "text": "\"Sharon, wait…!\" Liaena yelped in protest as Sharon unexpectedly rushed out ahead, leaving the safety of the Night Elf group. Squirming her way between two large purple bodies she set off determinedly after him, catching him up as he started yelling through the door to his old friend. \"Lord Greymoon, can you hear me!?\"\n\n\"Sharon? Sharon, is that you?\"\n*\"Rithrynn was right. This feels really, really wrong\"*\n\nLooking back at the Night Elves that had clustered a safe distance from the door and were lurking in the shadows, Liaena caught Rithrynns eye and jerked her head in a barely perceptible 'get over here' motion.*\"Come on. We need backup\"*\n\nInstead, Rithrynn's eyes slid over towards her Captain nervously. Serphia for her part seemed entirely happy to sit exactly where she was for the time being, keeping an appropriate distance for any dangerous magic or traps that could be set off. Liaena could have cursed the wretched elf as she opened her mouth angrily. \"Would you all just get over here before –\"\n**\"TAKE THIS, YE LONG EARED BASTARDS!\"**\n\nHead whipping around, Liaena barely registered the makeshift bola with a lit grenade forming each end, fiery fuses trailing behind them as she threw herself at Sharon. The charged staff was suddenly pointed at the floor to go off like the shot from a cannon as she bodily tackled him around the middle, knocking both of them off balance to go crashing down to the floor. The grenades spun through the air, bounced once, narrowly missed the culvert in the centre of the floor….and went off.\n\n**BOOOOOOOOOOM**\n\nHaving landed on the floor in an untidy heap with Sharon and herself on top, a blast of hot air so strong it felt like a physical force smacked into Liaena, picking them up and throwing them back to smack into the brick wall with percussive force. Shards of brick flew everywhere; Liaena felt multiple sharp stabs of pain as they sliced through areas unprotected by her chainmail and she tightened her iron grip on Sharon, burying her face in his cloak.\n\nThen as quickly as it arrived the chaos stopped. Leaving only the splashes of stray bricks falling into the central stream all around them, and faint cries of surprise that, Liaena surmised, could either belong to the innocent citizens of Stormwind suddenly disturbed by a small localised earthquake, or the Night Elves. Or both.", "username": "Feychild", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Rithrynn immediately spotted the grenades as they were tossed from around the corner further up ahead, landing close to Sharon and Liaena.\n\n\"It's gonna blo,-\" Rithrynn screamed out loudly as she stumbled back against the ground, crashing into the sentinel behind her. Just as the burning fuse reached the entrance to the first metal ball, Vashi had stepped forward and pointed her staff forward, erecting an arcane shield in front of the group.\n\n***BOOOOM!***\n\nThe explosion went off with a bang. Vashi's shield absorbed a lot of the explosion and shrapnel, but some of the shockwave went through and knocked the first ranks of elves, including Vashi, on their asses.\nA sour smell of sulfur and spent gunpowder now mixed with the stench of the sewer, doing nothing to make it smell any better. The occasional brick fell down from the wall above their heads alongside a heap of dust that had been loosened from the blast, as there was a small mist of smoke that rose from the area where the grenades had gone off. The stone plate of the walkway that the grenades had gone off on had splintered, and half of it had fallen into the trench to the side, revealing a good amount of squeezed and destroyed insects beneath the tile.\n\n\"Get up! We're being attacked!\" Serphia called out. She had been standing further behind the group when the explosion went off, and short of being surprised by the large bang was unharmed. She grabbed the first sentinel who was sitting on her butt in front of her and pulled her back up to her feet.\n\nOne of the sentinels suddenly kicked against the wall next to them and made a running jump across the filthy sewer trench to reach the walkway on the other side. The sentinel made the jump perfectly, except when she landed; her feet slid on the slimy, moldy floor and she crashed into the ground.\nDespite the clumsy fall, she was quick to recover as she staggered back onto her knee with her bow and arrow aimed at the corner from where Smokey had thrown the grenade.\n\n\"Give me that shield!\" Serphia said to one of the sentinels carrying a spear and a large, elven shield. The Sentinel immediately passed her shield over to her Captain, who equipped it on her arm and faced it towards the further up ahead. The elven shield was tall, enough to cover most of the Captain as she hunched behind it. Covered in a black metal surface, and adorned with white silver linings, patterns and the occasional feather and trinkets in the corner.\n\nWith Serphia advancing on the corner, supported by Vashi behind her and covered by an archer on the other side of the trench, Rithrynn finally managed to recover from the initial blast and stagger back onto her feet. It felt as though she had almost been hit by a lightning.\nAlthough Vashi's shield had done a good job at deflecting most of the blast, it had still been close enough to leave Rithrynn feeling slightly phased. Rushing over to the heap of limbs that was Liaena lying on top of Sharon, Rithrynn knelt down next to them.\n\n\"Are you guys alright?\" Rithrynn said as she grabbed Liaena, shaking her to see if there was any life in her.\n\"We need to go! Come on, Li!\"", "username": "Rithy", "char_name": "Rithrynn Syn'Dial" } ]
"Are you guys alright?" Sharon could hear the faint voice of Rithrynn as he gazed up at the dark, green walls of the sewer above him. In the corner of his eyes he saw Rithrynn leaned over him. "Sure sure, I'm fine... I'm fine.. " Sharon answered automatically, his reply sounding distant amidst the ringing in his ears.The High Elf tried to get up at first but then noticed that something was holding him down. Looking downwards, he saw the outlines of Liaena who was lying on top of him. She seemed little better for wear than himself, and Sharon moved a hand over to Liaena's back. "We can't stay here, Li: are you alright?" Sharon asked as Rithrynn helped Liaena back on her feet. Sharon rolled over on the filthy stone floor, before pushing himself off and back on to his feet. "Sharon, what was that explosion? Is it a trap?" Lord Greymoon's voice sounded from the door, and Sharon threw it a confused gaze at first; before realizing that the nobleman was still trapped in the room. "Ah-ahem... more like an ambush." Sharon muttered, still a little disoriented from the blast. Carefully picking up his staff, he turned back to face the door. It was then he noticed that the door was already damaged following the blast, and blown partly off its hinges. It was therefore easy for the High Elf to conjure up a small kinetic blast that pushed caused the door to collapse outwards, and crash into the floor by Sharon's feet. "Thank the light for your arrival!" Greymoon said as he walked out of the room, mindful of the slippery floor beneath him as he ventured out on the lane together with Sharon and the group. "My men; those who didn't flee were killed. I'm afraid I don't have any left to spare." The Lord explained as he covered his mouth with a handkerchief, before he noticed the battered Liaena. "She is in a terrible shape, and Sharon... dear light, what's it you have there?" Lord Greymoon suddenly motioned towards Sharon's side. The High Elf then looked down as he lifted his cloak from his side, and suddenly noticed a large metallic splinter sticking into the side of his cuirass. At first his eyes shot up with alarm, but as he poked at it, he suddenly realized that although the piece of shrapnel had gone through the steel layer, it had stopped in the open space between his cuirass and his chainmail. " ... no no, don't worry. It's okay. No actual puncture." Sharon quickly answered to reassure the lord, now feeling a little better after the explosion. "I'm fine." --- "You ruined our surprise!" Donald sneered at Smokey after throwing the advancing Night Elves a quick look, narrowly dodging an arrow as he peered around the corner and looked back at Smokey. "Ruined the surprise?" Smokey asked, returning an odd look at Donald. "That was a great surprise. Didn't ye see the look on ther faces?!" "Gentlemen." Sevarian, who had been standing in the back, suddenly intruded into the argument. "We have punched the shark. It is now time to begin our tactical withdrawal." The black wizard extrapolated with an unnaturally calm voice, considering the situation they were in with arrows flying about and Serphia and Vashi closing in on the other side of the corner. Donald nodded in agreement, before turning to Smokey. "Smoke, deploy Smokey,- ahem, I mean, Smokey... deploy!" "I gettid I gettid!" Smokey quickly responded after firing off a shot from his blunderbuss in the direction of the advancing Serphia, with the result that her shield was mostly showered with a cone of scrap metal, broken glass and still burning gunpowder. Retreating back behind the corner, Smokey placed a small clay vase down onto the sewer floor before lighting a fuse attached to the side of it. Suddenly a cloud of smoke began to belch out from the top of it, covering the tunnels in a thick carpet of smoke that blocked all sight. The team of assassins quickly turned around and began running down the narrow tunnel in the opposite way of the advancing sentinels, hurrying towards their next firing position at the next corner.
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Sharon Daerin'Lei
Race: High Elf Age: 235 Description: 190 cm tall. Fairly slim figure, and physically fit. By human standards, he appears to be in his 20s. White skin with a slight tanned tone. His eyes are deep arcane blue with a mystical elven magical tint. His hair is blonde and flows to his neck. Usually clean shaved. Biography: A scholar and academic by profession. Sharon was born in Quel'Thalas, where he was raised. He traveled often and visited the human lands of Lordearon and its surrounding kingdoms, and even sometimes the dwarves during his travels. His academic career started in his homeland of Quel'Thalas, but he became closely acquainted to the circles of Dalaran in the human kingdom to the south, where he became a professor and spent his time tutoring students and delving deeper into the mysteries of the arcane arts together with his fellow colleagues. Besides his work in academia, he also lived a materialistic life of extravaganza and debauchery. His life changed with the outbreak of the Third War, as the Scourge lay waste to the great northern kingdoms, including his own Quel'Thalas, turning the continent's most sophisticated civilization into a lifeless graveyard. During the undeath onslaught, with his kingdom shattered and the human and elven armies ruined, Sharon choose to help the human resistance in their struggle for survival and in aiding refugees escape the all consuming legions of the damned, and followed them south. The conflict permanently changed Sharon; the exposure to the sheer horrors and mindless brutality of the Scourge had been a humbling experience and a wakeup call. Having lost his home, and with the vast majority of his friends and family now dead, he devoted much of his time to helping the denizens of Stormwind, and joined the Silver Covenant as he pursued the reconstruction of Dalaran. Even after the the magical city of Dalaran was completed, Sharon choose to remain in Stormwind. Part in due to financial difficulties, and partly because he never could feel quite at home in Dalaran after its first ruination. But even then he often visited the city, to give lectures and share his studies and findings with fellow colleagues, much like he had done before the war.
[ { "text": "There was a deafening ringing in Liaena's ears and her head was spinning crazily, making it difficult to figure out left from right and up from down initially. A pair of large hands – Rithrynns – grabbed her, pulling her up as she managed to find her feet.\n\nSharon appeared to have come through the explosion in a similar condition to herself, with some shrapnel damage and minor burns. Liaena shook her head to clear it of some of the residual ringing. Attention straying from Sharon, and the newly released Lord Graymoon, she looked down the tunnel which now had thick, black smoke filling a section of the corridor from top to bottom, with Night Elves plus Serphia cautiously advancing upon it.\n\n\"You probably shouldn't do that\" Liaena remarked to nobody in particular in the middle of Lord Graymoon and Sharon's conversation. The girl gave them a blank look, having paid no attention whatsoever to the dialogue taking place between them, before looking back at the smoke to illustrate her point. \"It's probably toxic. *I*would make it toxic\"\n\nReleasing her grip on Rithrynn to take all of her weight firmly onto her own feet, she disengaged from the group to stride down the corridor to where Serphia, Vashi and the other sentinels were. Giving the wall of billowing smoke a thoughtful look, Liaena chewed over the problem for several seconds before reaching into her bag and coming out with two vials, one of which she poured into the other.\n\nThe effect could be felt instantaneously as steam puffed up to fill the air and the temperature around Liaena fell by twenty degrees in moments. Not wasting any time, the girl crammed the whole thing into a hollow metal ball with a small hole in the side and shoved it at the nearest Night Elf, whose reaction was similar to one would if they had just been handed a lit hand grenade. \"Throw that down the tunnel\"\n\n*WHOOSH*\n\nTurns out, Night Elves could really throw.\n\nFlying through the smoke right down the tunnel, the ball hit a wall, careened off it, bounced twice and rolled several metres before coming to rest in the middle of the trench of sewage. Vial inside the ball smashing into a thousand pieces, liquid spilled out freezing the sewage solid as it touched it, ice and frost creeping up the sides of the trench to coat the walls and making around a square five metres of tunnel look like it was undergoing a nuclear winter.\n\nWith the sudden and massive drop in temperature in the tunnel, surrounding air rushed in to fill the large area of low pressure that had been formed. Further up the tunnel, Liaena could see the smoke start to recede from where it had been, a breeze rippling past her. Far more of the tunnel could now be seen as smoky tendrils floated away. The wall of smoke was still clearly there and visible, but further down the sewer and slowly moving back as she glanced at Serphia dourly. \"There you go\"", "username": "Feychild", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Serphia threw the tunnel up ahead a look as the smoke escaped away from it, followed by a cold breeze cooling the damp tunnel around them. Looking like a priest who had just witnessed demonology, she gazed back at Liaena, before looking back at the tunnel.\n\n\"The tunnel. It's clear!\"\n\nShouted the Sentinel on the other side of the trench as she advanced forward to get a view around the corner, barely in time to see Donald's cape disappear behind the next corner.\n\n\"No sight!\"\n\n\"Pursuit?\" The sentinel who had thrown Liaena's concoction asked as she gazed up at Serphia. The Captain took a moment to think, observing the condition that Sharon and Liaena were in, while also throwing a suspicious look at Lord Greymoon, eying him as a potential suspect.\n\n\"I'm not letting the prey get away.\" Serphia answered, turning to her warriors.\n\"Give them no chance to breathe!**CHARGE!**\"\n\nSerphia called out as she readied her shield again, and suddenly charged down through the alleyway, with Vashi and her sentinels close behind her.\n\n\"Oh Elune, now she's got**that look**again. Run, or we'll be left behind! GO!!\" Rithrynn suddenly called out to Sharon, Liaena and Greymoon, as she suddenly pushed them all forward with the help of another sentinel, Shani as Serphia and most of the other sentinels just took off.\n\nBut Rithrynn soon realized that there was little chance for her to catch up with her Captain and fellow sentinels when she was sticking close to Sharon and Liaena, both of whom were not hunters nor in any good shape. They would surely never be able to catch up with Serphia unless she slowed down!\nIt also filled Rithrynn with unease as she was after all one of the fastest runners in the warband. Serphia would no doubt have wanted her with her on any hunt!\n\n\"Shani, stay with them; I'm going to help the Captain!\" Rithrynn called out to Shani as she motioned for her to stay with the slower non Night Elf company, before rushing ahead after Serphia despite an infuriated look on Shani's face who didn't take the idea of being demoted to the unofficial 'monkey handler' any well.\n\n\"**What? Do not**leave me with these, … \"Shani cried out in protest, but Rithrynn had already drawn her bow and darted off far ahead of them in the sewer.\n\"Argh… these Shei feis! *Sigh*\"\n\nSerphia wasn't giving Donald and the other assassins any chance to rest. The Captain was in full sprint with her long legs in the chase with the shield raised, a silver hue around her as Vashi had summoned a barrier to help her.\nHer fellow Night Elves were running at full speed, two of whom now ran on the opposite side of the trench, easily jumping over any obstacles. Her eyes scanned across the tunnel that passed by in high speed, scanning for any traces of potential traps left in the assassins' wake.\n\nSurely the assassins were doomed, for who could match the Night Elves when it came to sheer speed? They were made for the hunt!", "username": "Rithy", "char_name": "Rithrynn Syn'Dial" } ]
"Rithrynn, wait!" Sharon called out to Rithrynn as she raced down the tunnel after her Captain like a rocket hamster fueled on an illegal amount of caffeine. But there was little chance of ever getting her to listen, as Rithrynn had already disappeared around the next corner twenty yards ahead with the speed of a bullet, leaving Liaena and Sharon alone with a rather disgruntled looking Shani, who seemed none to pleased to be left behind by her sisters. *"Dear light, they're like wild dogs who had just seen a cat... oh woe!"* "Mister Sharon; forgive me if this may be a bad time to ask this... " Lord Greymoon started with a careful voice, as he peered over the shoulders of Sharon and Liaena at the tunnel into which Serphia and the vast majority of the sentinels had just disappeared into in their chase after the assassins. "But... did your bodyguard just leave us?" Sharon didn't answer at first. Instead, he just grimaced as he leaned against Shani who was standing right behind them. "Well, technically, they're not really my bodyguard. Officially... " The High Elf started, trying to come up with a decent explanation, but suddenly shook his head. "They... argh, yes. My bodyguard just abandoned us, I'm afraid." Sharon gave Liaena an apologetic look, before casting a glance up at Shani, whose eyes glared back at the High Elf like diamonds taken from the deepest, darkest flaming pits of the Nether. "Well, except you of course. Thanks." He quickly turned away from Shani again before the Sentinel could come up with an excuse to hate him even more, returning his attention to Liaena once more. Sharon looked over his battered lover. She had taken the worst of the grenade, with bruises and scratches. An obvious need for severe dis-infection considering their current whereabouts even if there were mostly just scrapes. "Can you run? We ought to follow them. The sewer is huge. Even if they get the assassins, they might get lost down here." --- "Move you dogs, they're coming in fast!" Donald cried out as the three men ran as fast as they could through the sewer. Any idea to take breaks at each corner and take potshots at the Night Elves had been completely discarded in favor of running as fast as they could, with the Night Elves closing in behind them and fast. "Ye don't say! There real mad now!" Smokey laughed while dropping bombs as they went in hope of slowing the Night Elves down. "We're here. Split up!" Sevarian, who was running ahead; suddenly called out as the three assassins crossed a last corner and arrived at a plateau across a larger open space. They were in an underground brick cistern, with a small lake filled with pillars and small walkways. There was also one stair leading up to a hallway above them, and another entrance leading into a darker path to their right. The three assassins immediately dispersed, heading each their own seperate direction. Donald raced down into the darker path to the side, while Sevarian sprinted up the stairs to the level above. Lastly, Smokey ran as fast as his short legs could carry him out across the thin sidewalk leading him through the cistern. Short of the numerous supportive pylons around him, the area above the water was completely exposed as he tried to make his way through the murky water on a collection of worn brick walkways and makeshift bridges consisting of wooden boards. The water, although it may once have been used for drinking; was muddy and grimy, filled with all manners of filth and decay that had been washed into this dead end of the sewer. "Bloody 'ell, why do I always end up with the worst deal? Cursed death trap, this is!" Smokey mumbled to himself as he did his best not to fall off the slippery ledges, with the occasional bubbles coming up from the water below him.
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Sharon Daerin'Lei
Race: High Elf Age: 235 Description: 190 cm tall. Fairly slim figure, and physically fit. By human standards, he appears to be in his 20s. White skin with a slight tanned tone. His eyes are deep arcane blue with a mystical elven magical tint. His hair is blonde and flows to his neck. Usually clean shaved. Biography: A scholar and academic by profession. Sharon was born in Quel'Thalas, where he was raised. He traveled often and visited the human lands of Lordearon and its surrounding kingdoms, and even sometimes the dwarves during his travels. His academic career started in his homeland of Quel'Thalas, but he became closely acquainted to the circles of Dalaran in the human kingdom to the south, where he became a professor and spent his time tutoring students and delving deeper into the mysteries of the arcane arts together with his fellow colleagues. Besides his work in academia, he also lived a materialistic life of extravaganza and debauchery. His life changed with the outbreak of the Third War, as the Scourge lay waste to the great northern kingdoms, including his own Quel'Thalas, turning the continent's most sophisticated civilization into a lifeless graveyard. During the undeath onslaught, with his kingdom shattered and the human and elven armies ruined, Sharon choose to help the human resistance in their struggle for survival and in aiding refugees escape the all consuming legions of the damned, and followed them south. The conflict permanently changed Sharon; the exposure to the sheer horrors and mindless brutality of the Scourge had been a humbling experience and a wakeup call. Having lost his home, and with the vast majority of his friends and family now dead, he devoted much of his time to helping the denizens of Stormwind, and joined the Silver Covenant as he pursued the reconstruction of Dalaran. Even after the the magical city of Dalaran was completed, Sharon choose to remain in Stormwind. Part in due to financial difficulties, and partly because he never could feel quite at home in Dalaran after its first ruination. But even then he often visited the city, to give lectures and share his studies and findings with fellow colleagues, much like he had done before the war.
[ { "text": "\"RITHRYNN! COME BACK! YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO BE PROTECTING—\" Liaena screamed desperately after the Night Elf as she lunged forward to disappear around a corner and out of sight, paying no heed whatsoever to her words or Sharons. \"….Sharon\"\n\n\"…\"\n\n\"Great. Just *great*.\" Liaena seethed. She shot a furious glare at Shani, who matched her one for one with a horrible glower right back. \"It's good to know you people don't play into Sherpa's hand**at all**. I marvel at your strategic brilliance\"\n\n\"Li!\"\n\n\"Because this totally isn't exactly what he wants – alright, alright. Fine, Sharon\" Liaena swallowed down the rest of her rant as her boyfriend gave her a pleading look. Turning to Sharon, she graciously refrained from pointing out all the many and varied ways she had warned against employing the Night Elves. From the apologetic expression on his face, he clearly knew anyway. Although assuming they actually survived this incident, Liaena fully intended to bring it up later when discussing the long term employment of Serphia. \"I can run. Let's go\"\n\n*\n\nIt took several minutes of desperate running through the sewer, with Shani pointedly jogging exaggeratedly effortlessly beside them before the tunnel opened out a massive cistern. Three exits, multiple scorch marks on the walls, no Night Elves.\n\nHalting in the entrance to the cistern, Liaena took the opportunity to catch her breath as she bent over and put her hands on her knees. The multitude of scrapes and cuts, some superficial, some deeper that she had taken in the explosion were throbbing, and she was pretty sure she was getting a stitch. At the very least she was doing much better than poor Lord Graymoon, who was by this point a deep rich magenta in the face and by far the slowest member of the party.\n\n\"They…they came through here…at least\" Liaena remarked as she eventually caught her breath. Looking over to the most unruffled member of their party, she caught the eye of the grumpy Shani. \"I assume you can track them?\"", "username": "Feychild", "char_name": null }, { "text": "\"Mistress! They split up!\" A sentinel called out as they rounded the corner. Serphia stopped, her boots skipping a couple of inches across the slimy floor before coming to a halt. The Captain looked at all three entrances with an infuriated look.\n\n\"Rithrynn, get the dwarf. Dilai and Vhensi, take that route!\" Serphia pointed in the direction that Donald had taken, before turning back towards the stairs leading up.\n\"Me and Vashi will kill their sorcerer!\"\n\n\"Yes Mistress!\"\n\"They won't escape!\"\n\nWith that, the Sentinels split up and ran each their separate ways. Serphia rushed up the stairs with Vashi right behind her. Two of the other sentinels charged into the doorway that Donald had taken, hot in pursuit. Meanwhile Rithrynn jumped out to the nearest walkway in the cistern, rapidly following the narrow walkway. It was easy to see where Smokey had gone, as the dwarf had left quite a disturbance on the dusty, molded ground, making Rithrynn's hunt all the more easier for her.\n\nIt didn't take long until Rithrynn finally spotted the short stature of Smokey trudging clumsily along the narrow sidewalk of the cistern, about thirty meters away.\n\nWithout a shout of warning or any intention to give the dwarf a chance to stop on his own, Rithrynn immediately raised her bow with an arrow in it and took aim at the oblivious dwarf. Crouching down, she took a moment to control her breath, before quickly letting go of the arrow, allowing the serrated arrow to speed through the cistern as it headed straight for Smokey!\n\n\"And first blood goes to... \"\n\n*\n\n\"What?\" Shani's jaw dropped for a moment while she glared back at Liaena, as if she had just asked made the most retarded question of the millenia. Scrambling through a couple of words, Shani stepped forward.\n\n\"This is... of course I know how to find my own warband! ... I'm not stupid!\" Shani answered quite brazenly back at the human. It was almost hard to tell what was worse, getting stuck guarding the ungrateful, short round buffoon of a human, or attending Naliyah for a party.\nThe Sentinel turned to gaze around them, at the various different corridors and entrances.\n\n\"They split up. Two went up the stairs. Two went in there... \" Shani motioned towards the darker pathway.\n\"And one went across there, along with a fat, short one.\"\n\nShani said as she at last pointed out at the greater cistern, which was truly a maze of pillars and water as far as the eye could see.\n\n\"But with how slow you are, they could be miles ahead... \" The Sentinel concluded, throwing the rest of the group a rather disappointed stare. The idea of being stuck with the group was starting to bite on her nerves as the Night Elf folded her arms, attempt to channel any ounce of tolerance and patience that she truly didn't have in order to last in the presence of the insufferable human. She could partly accept the existence of the High Elf, whom despite his flawed race had offered room and shelter. The human on the other hand was loud and obnoxious, and the Night Elf found herself slowly fantasizing about ways to possibly remove the stunted human without making too much of a fuss.\n\n\"Since you are too slow to catch them, we should wait here. They will eventually return to this point. Sei fenar Li'o bale, Capi o'noor mefai, allahn'ai svol.(and if she has any mercy on me, my captain will return soon).\" Shani said with an apathetic look on her face, secretly holding a prayer to herself that the wait would not be too long.", "username": "Rithy", "char_name": "Rithrynn Syn'Dial" } ]
*Tchack* "Aaaargh!" Smokey cried out as Rithrynn's arrow hit him square in the lower left of his back, as the dwarf fumbled forward, both in pain and surprise. The rotten wood beneath his foot suddenly broke, causing the dwarf to stumble flat on his belly and roll halfway out into the knee deep, muddy water below him. "I curse ye you long eared lout! I'll, aiii!" But Smokey's train of swear words was abruptly cut short again, this time not by Rithrynn. The dwarf suddenly seemed to be struggling with one of his feet below the water. Shaking and tearing himself around while holding onto the wooden board, the oval head shape and two large, glossy eyes of a murloc suddenly emerged from the foul water. Its jaw was locked around Smokey's left foot, which the dwarf kicked around in an attempt to get the beast off. "This is just the best, this is just the best!" Smokey cursed his luck as he found his oversized filet knife, raised it into the air, and brought it down right on the top of the Murloc's skull. The knife cut through some of the bone, enough to reach the brain and the Murloc suddenly became motionless and immediately let go of the dwarf's leg. But Smokey had barely managed to turn back to the board by the time another murloc suddenly jumped out of the water, clamping its jaws around his left arm with the result that the dwarf let out a cry of pain yet again. The dwarf shaked his arm, and the oversized fish man around as much as he could; until suddenly a tentacle shot up from the water below him and grabbed the murloc by the foot, and snatched it right back into the water, leaving large, red gashes all across the dwarf's arms. Quickly scrambling back onto the board, Smokey turned around and swung his filet knife just in time as another tentacle shot up from the water; chopping it in half. Staggering back away from the murky waters, he promtly aimed his gun at Rithrynn who was standing far away. "Ohh I'm gonna get'cha for,- ahhh, what'tha 'ell?!" But when Smokey pressed the trigger, a short fizz came from the soaked blunderbuss. The dwarf looked confused down at it for a moment, shaking it around; before the back barrel suddenly exploded, showering Smokey's right face with metal fragments, glass and all sorts of other nasty trash he had loaded his rifle with. The dwarf was thrown back into the brick wall behind him where he smashed his head, and collapsed into a heap on the floor. --- Donald ran through the narrow tunnel. It was nothing more than a pathway, barely large enough to support two people in it, and full of turns and loops. But as he ran, he suddenly heard a metallic click further up the tunnel, like the sound of someone turning a lock. As he rounded the next corner, he arrived to find the tunnel blocked by a metal fence and door. The assassin rushed up to it and pulled out a key and tried to insert it into a lock. Donald fumbled frantically with the old key and lock, desperately attempting to make it fit in, but the more he tried to insert the key into the lock; the more he realized that it didn't match. "No-nono... Silver, you fool. What have you done! You changed the lock!" Donald exclaimed as he tried to ram the key violently into the locker, but failed and simply lost the key as it fell to the floor. Raising his hands to his hood, he turned to gaze up at the metal bars keeping him from going any further, and the sounds he heard coming from behind from the closing sentinels. "Oh-nononononoononoo... you didn't, you didn't just do that, you... " Donald muttered, before suddenly kicking the metal bars in rage, but they didn't budge. "FUUUUCK! FUCK YOU SILVER! YOU SCREWED ME OVER! Open this door NOW! Fuck!" The assassin cried out in rage at the bars, grabbing them and shaking them violently to no avail. Turning his back against the bars, Donald peered at the corridor he had come from with a pale face. "Fuck my life... " --- "It seems we have no choice then... " Sharon mumbled as he stared back at Shani. What she had said was right. They were probably not going to be able to catch up with Serphia or any of her warriors unless they allowed them to. There was no telling how far they had gone. Sharon agreed that they would probably have to return to this crossroad at some point. "Look, once we get back, we'll talk about this." The High Elf said, turning slowly towards Liaena. But just as he did, he suddenly heard distant screaming from the nearby tunnels around them. The High Elf paused, holding up his hand in a 'did you just hear that' posture to Liaena. But while Sharon was standing in the middle of Shani and Liaena, trying to hear what was going on, a shade moved in the a darkness behind Shani. Emerging straight out of a solid brick wall was the spectral reflection of the face of a young, long haired woman. Most of her body was barely visible in the low light environment of the sewer aside from a weak, blue glow. As the banshee emerged completely from the wall, a cold breeze began to fill the room. The spirit didn't make any noise beyond a quiet hustling noise as it floated gently across the muddy floor beneath, approaching Shani from behind. Moving a ghostly hand up over the Night Elf's shoulder, the Night Elf began to become aware that something was off, but before Shani could turn around, a sharp shriek suddenly filled the tunnel as the banshee flew straight inside of the Night Elf, causing her to stumble a couple of feet forward with head facing down towards the ground. But as 'Shani' slowly raised her head again, her annoyed expression had completely been wiped off her face. Instead, her silvery eyes were whiter than ever, and her face was completely devoid of any emotion. The sentinel slowly turned her head, gazing over Sharon's shoulder at Liaena. As the Night Elf gazed at Liaena, a wicked smile began to form around 'Shani's' mouth, as a look of recognition appeared in her now bleak eyes. Slowly moving one hand down to her waist, 'Shani' began to clasp around the hilt of the dagger at her hip where she stood behind Sharon. Sharon, on the other hand, seemed more interested in Liaena; having ignored Shani for the greater part. Throwing the human girl a curious stare, Sharon edged a question in her way. "Liaena, are you alright? You look as though you've seen a ghost."
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Sharon Daerin'Lei
Race: High Elf Age: 235 Description: 190 cm tall. Fairly slim figure, and physically fit. By human standards, he appears to be in his 20s. White skin with a slight tanned tone. His eyes are deep arcane blue with a mystical elven magical tint. His hair is blonde and flows to his neck. Usually clean shaved. Biography: A scholar and academic by profession. Sharon was born in Quel'Thalas, where he was raised. He traveled often and visited the human lands of Lordearon and its surrounding kingdoms, and even sometimes the dwarves during his travels. His academic career started in his homeland of Quel'Thalas, but he became closely acquainted to the circles of Dalaran in the human kingdom to the south, where he became a professor and spent his time tutoring students and delving deeper into the mysteries of the arcane arts together with his fellow colleagues. Besides his work in academia, he also lived a materialistic life of extravaganza and debauchery. His life changed with the outbreak of the Third War, as the Scourge lay waste to the great northern kingdoms, including his own Quel'Thalas, turning the continent's most sophisticated civilization into a lifeless graveyard. During the undeath onslaught, with his kingdom shattered and the human and elven armies ruined, Sharon choose to help the human resistance in their struggle for survival and in aiding refugees escape the all consuming legions of the damned, and followed them south. The conflict permanently changed Sharon; the exposure to the sheer horrors and mindless brutality of the Scourge had been a humbling experience and a wakeup call. Having lost his home, and with the vast majority of his friends and family now dead, he devoted much of his time to helping the denizens of Stormwind, and joined the Silver Covenant as he pursued the reconstruction of Dalaran. Even after the the magical city of Dalaran was completed, Sharon choose to remain in Stormwind. Part in due to financial difficulties, and partly because he never could feel quite at home in Dalaran after its first ruination. But even then he often visited the city, to give lectures and share his studies and findings with fellow colleagues, much like he had done before the war.
[ { "text": "\"Sinai, a'Dol be en.(Mistress, I think it's a trap)\" Vashi whispered with a slightly nervous voice as she stood behind Serphia in the darkness.\n\n\"Velar o ben Andavari nefarh?(Aren't you the master of the obvious?)\" Serphia replied with a sarcastic tone as she leaned slightly back towards Vashi. All around them was the clattering of bones and the splashing of water heard, hidden away in the shadows. Although Night Elves had a superior night sight in comparison to most other inferior humanoid species, it was still not possible even for them to peer through pitch darkness.\n\n\" ... Sane vai o ne Ithar? (Are we going to die)?\" Vashi whispered, to which Serphia only snarled.\n\n\"Not before I've torn the head off that degenerated monkey!\" Serphia screamed out in common for Sevarian to hear, as the Captain suddenly raised her shield.\n\"Purge them all!\"\n\nOne of the skeletal creations that were closest to the group attempted to run at them, but Serphia caught the sound of the clattering bones and shot her shield out to bash the undead freak, causing it to shatter into a pile of bones. Vashi quickly threw a spell at Serphia's blade, causing it to ignite with blue flames that illuminated the room. Slashing, bashing and dashing around the room; Serphia went around like a wrecking ball against the necromancer's skeletal minions.\n\nAs the large skeletal monstrosity further up ahead decided to charge, Serphia charged ahead to meet it. But as it raised its arm to swing at her, the Captain suddenly stepped to the side; allowing the abomination to pass by her.\n\nVashi took oppertunity to summon an arcane cannonball that she fired straight into the beast's ribcage, causing it to stumble backwards. Serphia raised her sword as she stood just behind the stunned beast, to slash down at one of its small hind legs and completely shattering it in a fiery display of fire and flying bone splinters, causing the skeletal creation to lose balance and fall onto the floor.\nAn explosion was heard as Vashi summoned a shockwave around her, knocking many of the lesser skeletons around like toys. The wave caused Serphia to stumble, but the Night Elven captain quickly recovered her balance, and used the rotation to spin around and slam her shield down onto a skeletal minion that had been knocked over, shattering its femur and splitting it in half on the floor.\n\nFrom one perspective, the fight between Serphia and Vashi against the skeletal horde was not that far off from what would have happened if you gave a naughty girl a burning chainsaw, before unleashing her against a defenseless porcelain store.\n\n*\n\nWhile Donald was locked out of the barred tunnel, one of the sentinels that was chasing him suddenly rounded the corner and immediately stopped when she saw the assassin.\n\n\"Surrender!\" She called out as she walked forwards, pointing at him threateningly with her sword ready in her other hand\n\"Or I'll... \"\n\nBut she was promptly interrupted, as the other Sentinel who was a little further behind just came charging around the same corner right behind her. Coming at full speed, the sentinel barely had time to realize that her fellow sister was standing still right in front of her in the narrow corridor; while she herself was coming at sprinting speed.\n\n*Crash*\n\n\" ... I'lGAAAHH!\"\n\nThe first Sentinel gasped as her sister crashed into her back, and they both came tumbling right at Donald who looked as confused as he was concerned.\n\n*CRASH*\n\nThe unfortunate assassin found himself smashed in between the iron bars and two full sized Night Elves as they came crashing into him like a big, purple wave. The first sentinel found her head passing over the assassin, causing her helmet to bang against the metal bar with a loud metallic 'boink'!\n\n\"You idiot!\" The first sentinel sneered as she pushed her sister away while grabbing Donald's arm.\n\"I'm sorry!\" The other replied, grabbing Donald's other arm.\n\n\"You stopped!\"\n\n\"Of course I did, he was right there! It was not like he was going to run through the bars!\" The first sentinel argued angrily, before motioning towards the direction they had come.\n\"Let's take him back to the mistress! She's probably already waiting!\"\n\nEach grabbing either of Donald's arms, they began to drag the rather disheveled assassin back the way they had come towards the crossroad.", "username": "Rithy", "char_name": "Rithrynn Syn'Dial" }, { "text": "The situation had devolved from just-about-holding-it-together to completely out of control in the space of just a few seconds. Liaena gasped for breath as she grappled with the hands around her neck. Janice was deceptively strong for her wasted form, and freezing cold.\n\nThe revenants attitude towards her was one of familiarity, almost as if they had met before. For the sake of her sanity, Liaena tried not to read too much into that. There were more pressing concerns at hand, as she struggled for her freedom. She had enough firepower to wipe out the tunnel if she felt so inclined, but that wouldn't do much against a creature that apparently had the ability to turn incorporeal at will and float in and out of other peoples bodies. And even if she managed to get Janice to drop her – here Liaena twisted her head around briefly to look down at the dark, murky water – would she really be any better off?\n\nJanice was taking care to angle herself so as to allow Liaena a panoramic view of the edge of the cistern, where Sharon was engaged in a fight to the death with –*something* – that had just crawled out of the murky waters.\n\nRemoving one of her hands from where it gripped Janice's arm, Liaena wormed her hand into her pocket to drag out the Gimpsi-patented rifle. The weapon rapidly growing to full size in her hand, Liaena clamped the butt against her ribs with her elbow and aiming the muzzle with her free hand, the sights swinging around erratically with her limited range of movement as she shot a wild volley in the general direction of Sharons assailant. More by luck than by judgement, one gumball snagged the creatures cloak, plastering it stuck tight to the floor and jerking him back sharply by the ties around his neck.\n\nShrinking the gun and stuffing it back into her pocket again, Liaena returned to hanging on to Janice's arms as she found the breath for one shriek, as loud as she could make it: \"RITHRYNN!\"\n\n\"…\"\n\n\"RITHRYNN!!\" Liaena screamed again, after a few seconds in which she gasped for breath and found the air to fill her lungs through her frozen throat. There was no immediate response from the elf, which increased the fear that she and the night elves had been led far enough by the assassins to not be able to hear her. There was however, under the circumstances, very little point in stealth any more. \"WE NEED HELP! COME – BACK !\"", "username": "Feychild", "char_name": null } ]
"Cursed rat!" Sounded the raspy voice of the mysterious assassin as his cloak was plastered to the wall behind him with goo, pulling him back by the thread around his neck with a pull that would have damaged most people's throats, but the assassin's breath barely seemed affected. Its bandaged hand bringing a dagger swiftly up to its hood, it cut the cloak off in one quick motion. But Sharon had not wasted any time when the creature had been trapped. The High Elf conjured a long shard of razor sharp ice that he shot towards the assassin, whom barely had time to dodge to the side. Yet before the mysterious assailant could fully regain his balance, Sharon had already attacked once again with his sword. The diseased stranger quickly brought up his sword, only to be parried by Sharon's staff. Failing an attempt to block Sharon's sword with his dagger, the High Elf brought the sword up in a cutting potion at the bottom of the assassin's wrist, cutting through the bandages and cutting into the flesh, yet not much blood came out except for a thick, green grease that clang to Sharon's sword. Angling the sword downwards, he followed up the slice with a thrust against the assassin - plunging his sword down into his chest and in between the man's ribs in a tilted motion. The assassin took one step back, lowering his head to look at the sword; before looking back up again. At this close range, Sharon could see through some of the shadows of the man's hood. His mouth was partly covered in dirty bandages, and his face was pale and rotten. The skin was slick like a dead fish, and his eye sockets were empty gaps filled with nothing else but blackness. "*Nice try, elf. Now it's my turn.*" The undead grinned, before dropping his dagger and grabbing Sharon's sword with his bare hands, holding it in place. Using the split second of confusion for Sharon to his advantage, the assassin lifted his sword to strike at Sharon's hand holding the sword, slicing a clean cut across the back of his hand. Sharon lost the sword and stumbled back with a cry of pain. The assassin now moved his other hand to grab Sharon's sword and pull it out of his torso, now wielding both his own jagged sword and Sharon's Thalassian swiftblade. "Now the fun sta,-" *Tchack!* "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH!" But the undead suddenly cried out in a horrific howl of pain as Lord Greymoon, who had been standing back during the fight, came from behind and buried his silver dagger into the back of the rogue. A loud hiss followed as the blade delved into the undead's being, before Greymoon twisted it around and pulled it out. The creature dropped both of his swords before stumbling forward, falling into the ground where he rolled around before attempting to run again while clasping his hands around his chest as if he was severely ill. Fumbling away from the two men, the undead ran to the edge of the cistern before throwing himself into the filthy waters, vanishing completely from sight. " ... thank you." Sharon gasped, his pulse pounding, before throwing Lord Greymoon a quizzical look. "How did you?" "Sanctified Truesilver Metal, Mister Sharon." Greymoon explained with a half smug, half proud smile on his worn face as he held up the silver dagger next to it. "Of what you told me of your brother, I figured that if we were going to chase a man who supposedly could command the dead it would be a good idea to come prepared for any eventuality. It's just good business practice." "We need to help Liaena, can it work?!" "Yes," Lord Greymoon answered as the two men stepped towards the edge of the cistern to gaze out across the dark sea and maze of pillars and pathways. They could see the faint shimmer of Janice floating in the air out across the water, roughly forty feet away from them while holding Liaena. Lord Greymoon flipped the truesilver dagger in his hand, holding it by the blade as he raised it up behind his shoulder in a throwing motion; before flinging it out across the cistern towards Janice and Liaena floating above. But rather than hitting the banshee, or Liaena for that sake, the dagger instead flew past the pair two meters away and continued further down into the cistern, where it collided it a solid wall and fell down onto one of the pathways. " ... drat... " "You missed!" Sharon exclaimed. "With our only weapon!" "Hey, if I was twenty years younger; I would have made it. For a man of my age, it was a pretty good throw!" "She's going to die!" "Uhm... " Greymoon paused, suddenly beginning to pad the pockets of his cape and lordly garments, before shaking his head as he turned back to Sharon. "I guess we just have to improvise then." "How?!" While the two men argued and tried to come up with a plan, Janice laughed out loud in a shrilling voice before moving one of her pointy fingers up to Liaena's eye. "What do you say, sweetheart. Will giving them a chance increase the drama? Or should I just kill you here and now? Or would that just be anti climatic?" She asked with an almost motherly voice while her finger was dangerously close to piercing Liaena's right eye.
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Sinerathin
Sharon Daerin'Lei
Race: High Elf Age: 235 Description: 190 cm tall. Fairly slim figure, and physically fit. By human standards, he appears to be in his 20s. White skin with a slight tanned tone. His eyes are deep arcane blue with a mystical elven magical tint. His hair is blonde and flows to his neck. Usually clean shaved. Biography: A scholar and academic by profession. Sharon was born in Quel'Thalas, where he was raised. He traveled often and visited the human lands of Lordearon and its surrounding kingdoms, and even sometimes the dwarves during his travels. His academic career started in his homeland of Quel'Thalas, but he became closely acquainted to the circles of Dalaran in the human kingdom to the south, where he became a professor and spent his time tutoring students and delving deeper into the mysteries of the arcane arts together with his fellow colleagues. Besides his work in academia, he also lived a materialistic life of extravaganza and debauchery. His life changed with the outbreak of the Third War, as the Scourge lay waste to the great northern kingdoms, including his own Quel'Thalas, turning the continent's most sophisticated civilization into a lifeless graveyard. During the undeath onslaught, with his kingdom shattered and the human and elven armies ruined, Sharon choose to help the human resistance in their struggle for survival and in aiding refugees escape the all consuming legions of the damned, and followed them south. The conflict permanently changed Sharon; the exposure to the sheer horrors and mindless brutality of the Scourge had been a humbling experience and a wakeup call. Having lost his home, and with the vast majority of his friends and family now dead, he devoted much of his time to helping the denizens of Stormwind, and joined the Silver Covenant as he pursued the reconstruction of Dalaran. Even after the the magical city of Dalaran was completed, Sharon choose to remain in Stormwind. Part in due to financial difficulties, and partly because he never could feel quite at home in Dalaran after its first ruination. But even then he often visited the city, to give lectures and share his studies and findings with fellow colleagues, much like he had done before the war.
[ { "text": "Rithrynn was making her way back towards the crossroad, passing over the precariously laid boardwalks and narrow walkways that spanned the cistern. As the adrenaline of the hunt was fading from her, her senses became more focused on more trivial matters, such as the terrible stench that filled the air, enough to make her stomach turn if she took a too large breath.\nShe had not checked up on Smokey. The dwarf was probably dead, or dying, judging by how his crude rifle had exploded in his face and sent him into a wall. And even if he wasn't, surely the disgusting murlocs and whatever else lay in the cistern would finish him off?\nBut the real reason for not checking the dwarf personally was because the Night Elf had little desire to cross the perilous waters just for the sake of one dwarf. Who even knew if the tentacle monster would return?\n\nA dwarf wasn't worth it.\n\nBut as she drew closer to the crossroad, Rithrynn suddenly picked up noise coming further up ahead; the sound of screaming, shouts and battle.\n\n\"**Rithrynn!**\"\n\nIt was the voice of Liaena, crying out for her!\n\n\"Li? What? What has she done now?!\" Rithrynn cursed to herself the incompetence of the midget. She couldn't leave the human for five minutes without Liaena getting herself into a situation of life threatening proportions or the vile human hatching some crazy scheme!\n\n*\"I need to get her a leash once we are out of this place!\"*\n\nRithrynn went into a sprint towards the source of the screams.\nBut when she finally arrived to the point she could see the crossroad on the other end of the cistern, she was met with a sight she had not expected.\n\n\"A ghost?!\" Rithrynn paused as she stared up into the air. Liaena and Janice were facing away from her, seemingly focused on Sharon and Greymoon who stood at the edge of the cistern. Rithrynn immediately drew her bow to aim at the banshee floating in the air.\nThe ghost was oblivious and well within range for Rithrynn to land a safe shot.\n\nBut… would an arrow really kill a ghost? What if it went through it instead and she just ended up shooting Liaena?\n\n*\"She would be soooo pissed… \"*\nWhile Rithrynn was trying to think of a solution to it all, a silvery object suddenly flew through the air and crashed into the wall a couple of feet next to her. A truesilver dagger.\n\nThrowing the dagger a perplexed look, Rithrynn moved over to pick it up. Across the cistern, she could hear Sharon verbally frag Greymoon for losing 'their only weapon'. Rithrynn's eyes went across the cistern towards Sharon and Greymoon, none of whom had seemed to notice her yet, and up to the banshee who was on the verge of poking Liaena's brain out of her skull, and back to the dagger.\nCould this blade really harm the banshee? Was that why Sharon called it their only weapon? Putting two and two together, the Night Elf silently placed her bow around her torso, and began to walk quietly towards the platform nearest the ghost floating around with Liaena.\n\nWhen she was almost below the pair, she raised the dagger and threw it straight at the banshee. The banshee had little time to realize what was about to happen when the dagger suddenly flew straight through her back, causing her ethereal torso to explode into a silvery, ghostly mist with a shriek as the dagger passed through – and right into Liaena's right buttock.\nThis caused the banshee to immediately drop the human, causing her to fall down into the filthy cistern water below with a revolting splash.\n\n\"Li, I'm here!\" Rithrynn called out as she dived towards the edge of the cistern, grabbing Liaena the moment her head bobbed back up to the surface to pull the human girl up from the filthy waters and drag her halfway back onto the platform.\nWith Liaena lying like a drowned beaver across the floor, Rithrynn took a moment gaze at her hand with a 'yuck' at how filthy it was after reaching into the water for the girl, before turning back to Liaena who was covered from top to toe with the awful water and its foul contents.\n\n\"That was a close call. Are you alright? Good thing I came when I did, eh?\" Rithrynn said, throwing the human a broad smile.", "username": "Rithy", "char_name": "Rithrynn Syn'Dial" }, { "text": "If she had to choose between a fingernail in the brain and a dagger in her butt, it was true that on reflection, Liaena would choose the dagger. This fact mostly failed in making her feel any warmth towards the elf responsible for providing that glorious alternative as she rolled onto her side – a process that elicited a considerable amount of Ache and Pain – to look up at Rithrynn with a groan. \"…five minutes ago would have been good, too\"\n\n*\"Why are you even here, again?\"* \n\n*\"Oh yeah. I asked for you. That was stupid, wasn't it?\"*\n\n\"…thanks\" Liaena finally added belatedly and after a long pause. The girl sounded distinctly dubious in her offer of gratitude. Climbing gingerly onto her hands and knees, she reached around with one arm to the dagger embedded in her butt, which responded to her attentions by beginning to stab with pain even more ferociously. \"Ow.\"\n\n*\"I really wish I didn't have to do this…\"*\n\nWrapping a hand around the handle, Liaena gritted her teeth against the flare of agony as she shifted it from side to side to work it loose. Luckily – or unluckily – the blade was extremely sharp, and one swift yank was enough to pull it loose with a large gout of blood. Dropping the dagger, Liaena was quite happy to sink back down to the floor and pull her sodden satchel towards her awkwardly. Luckily, she had at least had the foresight to wrap up the bandages against water, along with other things that were supposedly sterilised. Not that under the circumstances sterilised bandages made any amount of difference, Liaena reflected as she picked apart a packet.\n\nSharon and Lord Graymoon appeared to have dealt with their adversary as efficiently as Rithrynn had dealt with hers, and were at that point in the process of making their way gingerly across the bridge across the cistern to join them. Holding a wad of cotton against her wound to try and staunch the blood, of which there was considerable, Liaena looked up at Rithrynn quizzically from her place on the floor.\n\n\"Where's Serphia and the other elves? …Don't tell me you split up with them, too\"", "username": "Feychild", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Double Post", "username": "Feychild", "char_name": null } ]
"She's wrecking them all!" The shadowy figure next to Sevarian exclaimed as the men looked down into the darkness, where Serphia; supported by Vashi's magic; was making short work of the necromantic creations and skeletal aberrations. "I am thoroughly disappointed by your handiwork, student! This is a terrible way to impress your teacher!" Sevarian complained, before stepping closer to the edge. "Staff!" "Yes, Master... " The shadowy figure mumbled as he departed further back into the corridor, only to return shortly after with a black wooden staff adorned with a green gem at the shaft. " ... and I'm telling you, I would have done better if you had given me proper tools to work with, not just animal bones." Sevarian ignored the last statement, as the shadow mage was already preoccupied with an inaudible incantation of his own. As he focused on the killing ground below, he suddenly extended his arms to either side; before a piercing shriek penetrated the whole room and the tunnels beyond. All around the two Night Elves, the scattered bones of their undead foes that they had defeated suddenly began to move and float around; until they were reshaped into their previous designs, restored in form and power. For every skeleton that Serphia trashed, two more were conjured from the heaps of bones to take its place. * "Liaena, are you alright?" Sharon asked as he made the last leap onto the platform of Rithrynn and Liaena. The banshee had long since fled the cistern, disappearing into the shadows after its contact with the sanctified dagger. Walking towards Liaena, Sharon knelt down next to her to look over her. The girl herself seemed to be just fine, short of a small cut in the ham and some bruises and pale skin around her neck after the banshee. And, of course; the fact that she was covered in sewer from top to toe. Turning towards the Night Elf who seemed hardly touched by the experience in the sewer short of a few drops of sweat, Sharon threw Rithrynn a grateful smile. "Thanks, Rithrynn. You arrived just in time." Sharon said. Right now he was just grateful that Liaena was unharmed and still very much alive. The fact that Rithrynn, and her sisters had mostly abandoned them earlier was a topic for another time; once they were safely on the surface, preferably back at the mansion and sharing a warm cup of tea. *"Speaking of the mansion, I can only pray Serphia's sentinels haven't torn it down by the time of our return... "* Lord Greymoon, who had taken the long trip around as the old man had little desire to attempt to make a leap like the much more fit Sharon, finally arrived at the platform where he approached the trio. Gazing down at Rithrynn and Liaena, he smiled, before focusing on Liaena. "You may keep the dagger, young Lady Rune." Lord Greymoon said as he motioned towards the truesilver dagger that laid on the floor. "I think you need it more than I do." Greymoon turned to Sharon. "If your brother had wanted it so, I would have been dead by now. I fear that his mercy does not extend to you two."
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Sharon Daerin'Lei
Race: High Elf Age: 235 Description: 190 cm tall. Fairly slim figure, and physically fit. By human standards, he appears to be in his 20s. White skin with a slight tanned tone. His eyes are deep arcane blue with a mystical elven magical tint. His hair is blonde and flows to his neck. Usually clean shaved. Biography: A scholar and academic by profession. Sharon was born in Quel'Thalas, where he was raised. He traveled often and visited the human lands of Lordearon and its surrounding kingdoms, and even sometimes the dwarves during his travels. His academic career started in his homeland of Quel'Thalas, but he became closely acquainted to the circles of Dalaran in the human kingdom to the south, where he became a professor and spent his time tutoring students and delving deeper into the mysteries of the arcane arts together with his fellow colleagues. Besides his work in academia, he also lived a materialistic life of extravaganza and debauchery. His life changed with the outbreak of the Third War, as the Scourge lay waste to the great northern kingdoms, including his own Quel'Thalas, turning the continent's most sophisticated civilization into a lifeless graveyard. During the undeath onslaught, with his kingdom shattered and the human and elven armies ruined, Sharon choose to help the human resistance in their struggle for survival and in aiding refugees escape the all consuming legions of the damned, and followed them south. The conflict permanently changed Sharon; the exposure to the sheer horrors and mindless brutality of the Scourge had been a humbling experience and a wakeup call. Having lost his home, and with the vast majority of his friends and family now dead, he devoted much of his time to helping the denizens of Stormwind, and joined the Silver Covenant as he pursued the reconstruction of Dalaran. Even after the the magical city of Dalaran was completed, Sharon choose to remain in Stormwind. Part in due to financial difficulties, and partly because he never could feel quite at home in Dalaran after its first ruination. But even then he often visited the city, to give lectures and share his studies and findings with fellow colleagues, much like he had done before the war.
[ { "text": "\"Better than the idiots who thought they could stop me... \"\n\n*\"That sounds about right\"*\n\nLiaena thought as she studied the mounds of bones that littered the floor. Tracking with her eyes were the piles were thickest up to where a balcony was built out of the wall above them, she eyed the trickles of deep red blood that were running down the side and dripping down onto their level. Stepping back to get a better look, her hopes faded into nothing as she picked out a tuft of brown hair, and clearly humanish features.*\"Dammit\"*\n\n\"Hey, was there anyone else in here?\"\n\nThis question was directed at Vashi, who had disentangled herself from the horsehead and was busy bashing it into non-animation with the end of her staff. Glancing at Liaena, her interests in playing up the magnitude of the host they had quelled clearly overwhelmed her sensitivities in talking to a human. \"Ohhh, yeah. They ran in fear rather than face the wrath of my Mistress. Human filth, fel na-thar!\"\n\n\"Uhuh\"\n\nCupping a hand around a bleeding injury on her chest, Serphia was clearly injured and pretending that she didn't care. Liaena walked over to the elf to stop in front of her about a meter away, just about out of grabbing range. Looking at Serphia she studied the elf's body language carefully, ready to beat a rapid retreat backwards if she spontaneously decided to make a lunge for her. \"I could take a look at that for you\"\n\nGiving the growing spread of blood a pointed look; Liaena looked up to meet Serphia's eyes and raised an eyebrow at her. From the glare she received in return, it was probably a massive elven faux pas to insinuate that the great and powerful sentinel captain was even capable of shedding blood, much less to a mere human. If that were in fact true, Liaena couldn't bring herself to care as she spread out her arms in the universal 'shrug' motion. \"You know.*If*you want me to.\"", "username": "Feychild", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Serphia glared back at Liaena's offer of help with utter suspicion, eyeing her as if the human had just offered her a cup of poison.\n\n\"Ehh, I can fix it.\" Vashi suddenly intruded as she stepped up to the two women, before tilting her head over to Liaena.\n\"But I would work better with an assistant. And I have no medical supplies.\"\n\nVashi explained as she motioned towards her garbs and armor, which consisted little more than enchanted trinkets and the occasional sheet of scribbles.\n\n\"I can help too!\" Rithrynn exclaimed!\n\n\"NO!\"\n\"NO!\"\n\nThe Sentinel's offer was immediately shot out of the sky by both Vashi and Serphia simultaneously, at which point Rithrynn slowly lowered her hand as she cast a shy look at the group, before stepping back and turning away.\n\nSerphia bit the inside of her cheek as she gazed at the pair. She didn't like mages. She didn't like humans. Yet they were the only ones she had to really help her in the situation. The last thing she wanted to was having to enlist the aid of Rithrynn or any of the other sisters in the room. Honest and loyal as they may be, when it came to first aid or even medicine in general she'd rather rely on a blind ogre! The latter would probably be considerably less painful as well.\n\n*\"I really can't leave the wound. Not here, in a stinking human sewer.\"*\n\n\"Very well.\" Serphia finally said, a sense of hesitation in her voice before the Captain stood up and walked over to a fallen rock to sit down on it. Vashi quickly stepped over to her Captain, pulling Liaena with her. The Magi placed herself strategically next to the Captain where she was least likely of being hit by any of Serphia's knee jerk reaction when they began. Serphia unbuttoned her silk adorned woolen coat around the wound to give Vashi and Liaena access to the wound.\n\n\"What weapon?\"\n\nVashi asked as she peered at the wound, as deep purple blood was still gushing out of it.\n\n\"Firearm. The coward's weapon, of course.\"\n\n\"Yes, I know. It's a dishonorable weapon.\" Vashi said with a sympathetic voice as she brought up a dagger, summoning a small flame under it to heat it up.\n\"At least they cannot hold more than one bullet, and are slow. Imagine if they could ever hold more than that; it would be the day all skill and dignity disappeared from the world!\"\n\nSuddenly pausing, Vashi peered at Liaena.\n\n\"I'll cast a magnetic spell to pull the bullet out... \"\n\n\"If you pull out anything more than that, I WILL kill you, Vashi... \"\n\nVashi's eyes twitched towards her Captain at the sound of her warning, though her head stood facing Liaena nonetheless. It was no secret that Serphia had never been a great fan of magic users in general, and considering that she was about to receive a medical treatment by a mage and a monkey, it was safe to assume that the Captain was anything but thrilled at the situation.\nEventually returning her gaze to Liaena, the Magi continued.\n\n\" ... I'll pull it out. Once I do, you help me with the wound. You have some bandages and antiseptics, do you?\"", "username": "Rithy", "char_name": "Rithrynn Syn'Dial" }, { "text": "The fact that Serphia had even let Liaena come close to her without flinging the girl across the room was a miracle by itself. Sharon watched the trio closely, with the same intensity as if Liaena had been in the process of disabling a giant bomb.\n\n\"I have some medical supplies, if you need any.\" Sharon said as he walked over to the group, offering his medical satchel to Liaena.\nThere was little denying that Serphia possessed a remarkable toughness. A gunshot wound like that would have left most people lying on the ground and writhing in pain, and possibly a lot of panic as well.\n\nThe fact that Serphia was still walking about with nothing less than a slight hindrance certainly helped reinforce the image of Serphia as a nail eating, unstoppable Jaggernaut in Sharon's eyes.\n\n\"After we're done here, it might be best to return to the Inn. I doubt there is much else that we'll be able to find in this sewer. Especially without someone who knows the way.\"\n\n\"There's a lot of animal bones here, Sharon.\" Lord Greymoon commented as he walked around the room, kicking the occasional goat skull around.\n\"And I highly doubt they were conjured out of thin air. These villains may have bought or stolen them from somewhere. Perhaps a butcher shop in Stormwind.\"\n\n\"Why do they even need so many bones? Surely there's easier ways to create a death trap.\"", "username": "Sinerathin", "char_name": "Sharon Daerin'Lei" }, { "text": "\"You have some bandages and antiseptics, do you?\"\n\n\"Yes\"\n\nUnrolling a roll of bandages from Sharons supply as she spoke, Liaena was studying the wound closely, looking back at Vashi at her suggestion. Producing a pad of cotton wool, she dripped some liquid from a bottle onto it carefully, which promptly began to smoke. \"Fine…just don't overdo it. Else we'll be picking the bullet out of*you*instead\"\n\nThere was a stifled snort of laughter from an eavesdropping Rithrynn at**Liaena**telling somebody not to 'overdo it'. Liaena shot her a half-hearted scowl in response, before returning her attention to Serphia sardonically as Vashi readied her spell: \"Just stay still….and this'll only hurt a lot\"\n\n*\n\nWith a*ping*, a small shard of lethal metal ripped itself way free to shoot off at considerable velocity and embed itself into a wall somewhere. In very much character with her grizzled determinator persona and to her credit, Serphia didn't make a sound. As blood gushed forth Liaena slapped the cotton pad on and applied pressure, causing it to hiss and smoke even more enthusiastically. Exactly what the 'antiseptic' was, few could say. But it certainly hurt….more than a lot.\n\nAs the hissing slowly ebbed away, so too did the flow of purple blood now soaking through the pad. Liaena applied another pad of cotton wool on top of the first one, pinning it to a bandage which was then wound around Serphia's midriff, covering the wound several more times before finally being tied off. Liaena fumbled with the ends of the linen slightly in her grubby fingers before managing to tie a knot as she looked up at Serphia with a smile. \"You should probably change these when we get out of here, but the wound's clean. Not so bad, was it?\"\n\nLooking at Serphia's face, Liaena noted the slightly red glint in her eyes as the elven captain stared balefully down at the tiny human.\n\n*\"Not sure if going to get punched…or not\"*\n\n\"Nothing a seasoned Veteran like yourself couldn't handle, I'm sure\"", "username": "Feychild", "char_name": null } ]
While the main center of attention in the room was centered around Serphia and the healing act, Donald peered carefully around from underneath his hood. He was still being held by one of the large Night Elves, but had chosen to remain weak and not attempt any resistance. There was no reason to give his captor any reason to increase the strength on her grip on him unless he knew he could get away. The assassin managed to observe that the Night Elf's attention seemed to be mainly focused on her Captain, and not on him. The door was not too far away either, as the sentinel who was holding him had been last into the room, and only taken a few steps away from the door. *"You won't get any better chances than this to escape, Donald. Who knows what they did to Esmeralda? I can't let them take me back!"* Gently fiddling with his wrist, he managed to conjure a small glass bottle from his sleeve and push it out into his hand. Making a final, careful observation of the crowd in the room to make sure that no one were suspecting him; he uncorked the bottle and dropped it. A loud 'hiss' could be heard as the contents of the bottle contacted with the air. Before the Night Elf holding him had time to look down, the glass suddenly exploded in a cloud of thick, orange smoke that made it hard to breathe and caused her eyes to water on contact. Using the distraction generated by the smoke bomb, Donald suddenly burst into action and tore himself out of the Night Elf's grip. He closed his eyes and mouth as he ran through the dissipating cloud, but he had memorized every step they had taken into the room; and finding the door was easy as the assassin leaped through it and dashed like mad down the stairs. The sooner he could get to the tunnels below, the sooner he could escape the crazy elves! "**Maybe another time, Sharon! Haha!**" Donald called out as he ran down the stairs, exhilarated and chock full on adrenaline after his escape attempt seemed to have worked! Now he just had to disappear!
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Sharon Daerin'Lei
Race: High Elf Age: 235 Description: 190 cm tall. Fairly slim figure, and physically fit. By human standards, he appears to be in his 20s. White skin with a slight tanned tone. His eyes are deep arcane blue with a mystical elven magical tint. His hair is blonde and flows to his neck. Usually clean shaved. Biography: A scholar and academic by profession. Sharon was born in Quel'Thalas, where he was raised. He traveled often and visited the human lands of Lordearon and its surrounding kingdoms, and even sometimes the dwarves during his travels. His academic career started in his homeland of Quel'Thalas, but he became closely acquainted to the circles of Dalaran in the human kingdom to the south, where he became a professor and spent his time tutoring students and delving deeper into the mysteries of the arcane arts together with his fellow colleagues. Besides his work in academia, he also lived a materialistic life of extravaganza and debauchery. His life changed with the outbreak of the Third War, as the Scourge lay waste to the great northern kingdoms, including his own Quel'Thalas, turning the continent's most sophisticated civilization into a lifeless graveyard. During the undeath onslaught, with his kingdom shattered and the human and elven armies ruined, Sharon choose to help the human resistance in their struggle for survival and in aiding refugees escape the all consuming legions of the damned, and followed them south. The conflict permanently changed Sharon; the exposure to the sheer horrors and mindless brutality of the Scourge had been a humbling experience and a wakeup call. Having lost his home, and with the vast majority of his friends and family now dead, he devoted much of his time to helping the denizens of Stormwind, and joined the Silver Covenant as he pursued the reconstruction of Dalaran. Even after the the magical city of Dalaran was completed, Sharon choose to remain in Stormwind. Part in due to financial difficulties, and partly because he never could feel quite at home in Dalaran after its first ruination. But even then he often visited the city, to give lectures and share his studies and findings with fellow colleagues, much like he had done before the war.
[ { "text": "\"I thought you were supposed to be a tactician!\"\n\n*\"Oh no.... \"*\n\nSharon's skin gained a slight pale tint as he followed the heated argument between Serphia and Liaena. Although the High Elf agreed with Liaena's points, the human girl's way of conveying her message was unnecessarily colorful. As much as her emotions may have been justified in the greater scheme of all things, they were not helping the diplomacy one bit.\n\n\"Ahem!\"\n\nThe High Elf stepped forward, walking up besides Liaena and placing one arm around her shoulder as he gazed up at Serphia. The Captain's gaze was usually not warm or comfortable, but right now; it was utterly chilling, and it felt as if it pierced right through his mortal body and into his soul!\n\n\"What she means to say is that she appreciates your work. But, she is still shaken after having almost been carried off by one of the corpseless dead.\" Sharon explained as he motioned towards Liaena.\n\"But now we should get out of here. And would it not be better if we stayed together? One assassin isn't truly worth risking the whole group's safety, don't you agree?\"\n\nWhile Sharon and Serphia were talking, Greymoon had walked up to the spectating Vashi. The old man motioned for the elf's attention.\n\n\"Greetings, noble Kaldorei. If I may ask for a favor. I am in need of your power.\" The old man said, before he turned and pointed up towards the balcony that Sevarian and Serphia had fought on earlier.\n\"Could you help me get up there? I wish to see what is up there. If you would be so kind... \"\n\n---\n\n\"Light curse me!\" Donald hissed as he glanced behind him, only to see three Night Elves closing in. They were fast, and their long legs were catching up to him rapidly. The assassin was agile, leaping across small rocks and obstacles as he escaped through the tunnels. But the Nigh Elves were not sluggish either, and seemed as unhindered as himself by the environment in the sewer.\nHe was running through a maze of narrow corridors, barely tall enough for the Night Elves to stand in without crashing their heads into the low corridor roof. The stone walls and floor was slick, filled with various assortments of slug and fungi that decorated the corridors.\n\nDonald took a quick turn to the side when the another tunnel appeared to the right, escaping into, with Shani and Leia hot on his heels.\n\nBut as Rithrynn was about to charge in after her sisters, a figure suddenly appeared further up in the corridor where the tunnel split in two. Stepping out from one of the tunnels was a silver haired man wearing a black, silver trimmed shoulder cloak over a black coat. His hair, much like his skin, was pale as snow, and ran down to behind his neck. He appeared to be a High Elf, judging by his pointy ears and slim figure.\n\nAs he passed the corridor leading to Rithrynn, Sherpa turned around to see the Nigh Elf. His blue, greyish eyes met with hers, but remained motionless. The High Elf didn't seem to react to her presence at all, as he merely turned his head back to the corridor ahead and walked away, until he disappeared out of sight again.", "username": "Sinerathin", "char_name": "Sharon Daerin'Lei" }, { "text": "Vashi had been watching the conversation when Greymoon suddenly approached her, asking her for a lift. At first, the Night Elven Magi wasn't sure; but as she saw the temper of the debate rising, Vashi realized that the less she had to do with the conversation between Liaena and the Captain, the better!\n\n\"Oh, I can!\" She quickly said, turning to face the human noble. Pointing her staff at the man, she muttered a short enchantment, and suddenly Lord Greymoon would himself being raised up from the ground as if by invisible hands.\nControlling the spell with her staff, Vashi pulled the human up into the air and moved him carefully over towards the balcony before she cancelled the spell, allowing the old man to land safely on the ledge.\n\nMeanwhile, at the actual conversation; Serphia's face looked nothing but outright offended, as if the intrepid little human had just called her very honor into question. Glaring down at the human with eyes burning with righteous anger, the Captain stepped forward as well. The Captain towered over the short human girl, dwarfing her presence in the room with that of her own.\n\n\"Are you calling me reckless?\" Serphia asked as she glared down at the human. Any attempt from Sharon to defuse the situation failed as Serphia seemed to ignore his very existence at the moment. It seemed like in Serphia's world, the only two things that existed right now was Liaena, and her divine resentment towards the former.\n\n\"I have known war for over a millennium - something your short lived human brain cannot even begin to comprehend. I have fought against degenerated beasts, hellish demons, the undying legions of the scourge and the savage animals of the Horde. And in every single fight, I have endured.\"\n\nSerphia leaned forward, lowering herself a little as to peer down into Liaena's face.\n\n\"I know how to gauge the enemy. We may have suffered injuries, but they have lost scores of their own. I know how you humans think. You like to sit in your stone castles, avoid conflict whenever possible, and avoid the killing ground. Your unwillingness to risk danger is the reason your kingdoms fell. It is the reason why you never managed to exterminate the orcs. You may know the importance of defense, but you have no notion of attack. If you do not finish your enemy, it will run away, lick their wounds, and come again. Again, and again, and again.\"\n\nSerphia glared at Liaena, before standing back up again.\n\n\"I will get out of here. Don't give me any reason to regret that decision.\"\n\n*\n\nRithrynn immediately saw the mysterious man at the end of the corridor and spontaneously raised her bow and arrow at the ready to fire. But that was when she suddenly catched a glimpse of the elf's face, and recognized who it was!\n\n*\"By Elune?!\"*\n\nIn that moment, every single thought in Rithrynn's head had immediately evaporated when she recognized that it was Sherpa, and her heart skipped a beat.\n\nThe Nigh Elf merely stared in surprised as Sherpa for the few seconds he was visible, before he disappeared around the other corner. It was not until he had done so that Rithrynn suddenly let go off her arrow without a thought, letting it fly through the air and pin itself into the bricks of the wall behind where Sherpa just had stood. It took a moment for Rithrynn to realize what had just happened, or that she had even fired off an arrow for that matter.\n\n\"Shani! Leia!\" Rithrynn called out into the tunnel where her sisters had previously gone in pursuit of the fleeing assassin, but she got no response. They were probably far away already in their hunt for the assassin.\n\nAt that moment, the Night Elf felt a strong sense of ambivalence. A part of her itched to pursue Sherpa through the tunnel. But another part of her wanted her to follow her sisters instead, which would probably be a lot safer.\nBut if she did, she would also lose this potential opportunity. She had not seen Sherpa in ages, and she had so many questions! What was he doing in the sewers? Was he involved with the assassins? Was Liaena right?\n\nRIthrynn wasn't even sure if what she had seen was real, or if she was just imagining things, but she decided against her better instincts to follow.\nFor all she knew, it might just have been another one of the assassins she had mistaken for Sherpa. In any case, she did not intend to take any unnecessary risks and placed another arrow into her bow before she quickly walked down through the sewer tunnel in the direction that she had last seen Sherpa go. Sherpa had been walking after all, so she should be able to catch up with him shortly.", "username": "Rithy", "char_name": "Rithrynn Syn'Dial" }, { "text": "Liaena glared stonily up into Serphia's face. Despite having a very large, angry Night Elf looming over her she did not back down. \"That**wasn't**the enemy. That was some random, hired, useless mercenary. And even if you kill him, there's more than enough mercs-for-hire in this city for Sherpa to send after you, 'again, and again, and again'. We have a**guild**for it!\"\n\nTicking off the first point angrily on her hand, Liaena's voice started to rise angrily again. \"Secondly, lets*assume*that he knows anything useful at all and this isn't a complete waste of time. I've seen Rithrynn take down four, five people at once without breaking a sweat, why would you send your entire SQUAD after one man? It makes no sense! And thirdly--\"\n\nTurning towards the balcony above them with Lord Graymoon on it, Liaena stabbed a furious finger towards it. \"—if there was a dark mage or something up there, they'd be a part of Sherpa's inner circle, they're not so replaceable, and they might actually know something about what's going on! WHY, wouldn't you chase HIM, instead!?\"\n\n\"……..\"\n\nA brief silence followed. Serphia looked one step away from ripping off heads, while Liaena glowered silently at her as her rage slowly cooled.\n\n*\"This is stupid. It's not as though I can make any difference at this point\"*\n\n\"…Did you find anything at all?\" Liaena called up to Graymoon, taking a step away from Serphia as she looked up at the balcony. To Serphia, she spared a brief disparaging glance. \"—and fourthly, you should sit down, or you'll make the wound start bleeding again\"", "username": "Feychild", "char_name": null } ]
"…Did you find anything at all?" "Look at me, I am now a wizard, Sharon!" Lord Greymoon called out. Having disappeared into the small tunnel on the balcony above, the human lord suddenly re emerged and held two pieces of a chopped darkwood staff. He he waved them through the air, before suddenly throwing them down on to the floor where they rolled around at the party's feet. Sharon seemed to be the only person in the room to react to Greymoon throwing the staff off the balcony, as the High Elf immediately jumped back instinctively as both pieces of the staff clattered against the stone floor. "**Richard, have you lost your mind?! You DO NOT THROW MAGICAL ARTIFACTS AROUND LIKE THAT!**" Sharon called back angrily, before staring down at the broken staff lying on the floor. "You could have cursed us all... " "Sorry!" Thankfully, Lord Greymoon's primitive handling of the magical staff didn't seem to have caused any major catastrophy. Sharon walked over to the broken pieces and picked the piece with the shaft up. He studied the dark wood and shaft, and he saw a purple gem fixed between warped wood at the end of the staff. Peering closely at the jewelry, he noticed a slight, white mist shifting calmly back and forth in the gem. As he held the shaft closer to his face, he could see the white fog inside the gem slowly move towards him as it scraped against the surface of the gem in his direction. Moving the staff away from him again, Sharon turned back to the group. "A staff of the unholy. Presumably from the death discipline." "I found a small room up here as well, Sharon. Books and scrolls. Looks like a storage of some sort." Greymoon called back down to Sharon. The High Elf nodded, before peering around in the dark room they stood in. "If this is what I think it is... " Sharon muttered, before raising his own silver staff. Walking towards the center of the room, Sharon muttered an enchantment as he went, before slowly moving his staff through the air around him over the floor. A low humming noise could suddenly be heard in the room, as glowing, green signs began to appear on the surface of the floor. They seemed washed and spread out, but they roughly represented various patterns of circles, letters and signs written around. They seemed to be all over the room, appearing under their feet and filling the room with a slight, cursed green haze. "This hall might be a study, if I am not mistaken." --- As Rithrynn followed Sherpa, she soon found herself in a long, narrow hallway. The room was barely lit at all, and had multiple supportive columns running along the side. The walls on either side were bent inwards, and pitch dark. The air was humid and wet, the floors and walls slick. This part of the sewer was much darker and colder, making it difficult even for a Night Elf to see. An ice cold breeze blew through the empty hallway, which sounded like an inaudible whisper. As Rithrynn walked cautiously through the hallway with her bow, she could suddenly hear a footstep behind her, and a single name uttered. "Rithrynn?" Sounded Sherpa's voice. Standing five feet behind her was the High Elf, emerging out of the pitch black shadows of the corners. In fact, it almost seemed as if the shadows themselves were fading from him on their own will, and retreating back into the darkness that surrounded them. Sherpa gazed at Rithrynn with a puzzled expression from where he stood. His left arm was covered by his shoulder cloak, but it seemed as if his hand was resting on something beneath it, possibly the hilt of a blade still in its scabbard.
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Sharon Daerin'Lei
Race: High Elf Age: 235 Description: 190 cm tall. Fairly slim figure, and physically fit. By human standards, he appears to be in his 20s. White skin with a slight tanned tone. His eyes are deep arcane blue with a mystical elven magical tint. His hair is blonde and flows to his neck. Usually clean shaved. Biography: A scholar and academic by profession. Sharon was born in Quel'Thalas, where he was raised. He traveled often and visited the human lands of Lordearon and its surrounding kingdoms, and even sometimes the dwarves during his travels. His academic career started in his homeland of Quel'Thalas, but he became closely acquainted to the circles of Dalaran in the human kingdom to the south, where he became a professor and spent his time tutoring students and delving deeper into the mysteries of the arcane arts together with his fellow colleagues. Besides his work in academia, he also lived a materialistic life of extravaganza and debauchery. His life changed with the outbreak of the Third War, as the Scourge lay waste to the great northern kingdoms, including his own Quel'Thalas, turning the continent's most sophisticated civilization into a lifeless graveyard. During the undeath onslaught, with his kingdom shattered and the human and elven armies ruined, Sharon choose to help the human resistance in their struggle for survival and in aiding refugees escape the all consuming legions of the damned, and followed them south. The conflict permanently changed Sharon; the exposure to the sheer horrors and mindless brutality of the Scourge had been a humbling experience and a wakeup call. Having lost his home, and with the vast majority of his friends and family now dead, he devoted much of his time to helping the denizens of Stormwind, and joined the Silver Covenant as he pursued the reconstruction of Dalaran. Even after the the magical city of Dalaran was completed, Sharon choose to remain in Stormwind. Part in due to financial difficulties, and partly because he never could feel quite at home in Dalaran after its first ruination. But even then he often visited the city, to give lectures and share his studies and findings with fellow colleagues, much like he had done before the war.
[ { "text": "Liaena glared stonily up into Serphia's face. Despite having a very large, angry Night Elf looming over her she did not back down. \"That**wasn't**the enemy. That was some random, hired, useless mercenary. And even if you kill him, there's more than enough mercs-for-hire in this city for Sherpa to send after you, 'again, and again, and again'. We have a**guild**for it!\"\n\nTicking off the first point angrily on her hand, Liaena's voice started to rise angrily again. \"Secondly, lets*assume*that he knows anything useful at all and this isn't a complete waste of time. I've seen Rithrynn take down four, five people at once without breaking a sweat, why would you send your entire SQUAD after one man? It makes no sense! And thirdly--\"\n\nTurning towards the balcony above them with Lord Graymoon on it, Liaena stabbed a furious finger towards it. \"—if there was a dark mage or something up there, they'd be a part of Sherpa's inner circle, they're not so replaceable, and they might actually know something about what's going on! WHY, wouldn't you chase HIM, instead!?\"\n\n\"……..\"\n\nA brief silence followed. Serphia looked one step away from ripping off heads, while Liaena glowered silently at her as her rage slowly cooled.\n\n*\"This is stupid. It's not as though I can make any difference at this point\"*\n\n\"…Did you find anything at all?\" Liaena called up to Graymoon, taking a step away from Serphia as she looked up at the balcony. To Serphia, she spared a brief disparaging glance. \"—and fourthly, you should sit down, or you'll make the wound start bleeding again\"", "username": "Feychild", "char_name": null }, { "text": "\"…Did you find anything at all?\"\n\n\"Look at me, I am now a wizard, Sharon!\" Lord Greymoon called out. Having disappeared into the small tunnel on the balcony above, the human lord suddenly re emerged and held two pieces of a chopped darkwood staff. He he waved them through the air, before suddenly throwing them down on to the floor where they rolled around at the party's feet.\n\nSharon seemed to be the only person in the room to react to Greymoon throwing the staff off the balcony, as the High Elf immediately jumped back instinctively as both pieces of the staff clattered against the stone floor.\n\n\"**Richard, have you lost your mind?! You DO NOT THROW MAGICAL ARTIFACTS AROUND LIKE THAT!**\" Sharon called back angrily, before staring down at the broken staff lying on the floor.\n\"You could have cursed us all... \"\n\n\"Sorry!\"\n\nThankfully, Lord Greymoon's primitive handling of the magical staff didn't seem to have caused any major catastrophy. Sharon walked over to the broken pieces and picked the piece with the shaft up. He studied the dark wood and shaft, and he saw a purple gem fixed between warped wood at the end of the staff. Peering closely at the jewelry, he noticed a slight, white mist shifting calmly back and forth in the gem. As he held the shaft closer to his face, he could see the white fog inside the gem slowly move towards him as it scraped against the surface of the gem in his direction.\n\nMoving the staff away from him again, Sharon turned back to the group.\n\n\"A staff of the unholy. Presumably from the death discipline.\"\n\n\"I found a small room up here as well, Sharon. Books and scrolls. Looks like a storage of some sort.\" Greymoon called back down to Sharon. The High Elf nodded, before peering around in the dark room they stood in.\n\n\"If this is what I think it is... \" Sharon muttered, before raising his own silver staff.\n\nWalking towards the center of the room, Sharon muttered an enchantment as he went, before slowly moving his staff through the air around him over the floor.\n\nA low humming noise could suddenly be heard in the room, as glowing, green signs began to appear on the surface of the floor. They seemed washed and spread out, but they roughly represented various patterns of circles, letters and signs written around. They seemed to be all over the room, appearing under their feet and filling the room with a slight, cursed green haze.\n\n\"This hall might be a study, if I am not mistaken.\"\n\n---\n\nAs Rithrynn followed Sherpa, she soon found herself in a long, narrow hallway. The room was barely lit at all, and had multiple supportive columns running along the side. The walls on either side were bent inwards, and pitch dark. The air was humid and wet, the floors and walls slick. This part of the sewer was much darker and colder, making it difficult even for a Night Elf to see.\n\nAn ice cold breeze blew through the empty hallway, which sounded like an inaudible whisper.\n\nAs Rithrynn walked cautiously through the hallway with her bow, she could suddenly hear a footstep behind her, and a single name uttered.\n\n\"Rithrynn?\" Sounded Sherpa's voice. Standing five feet behind her was the High Elf, emerging out of the pitch black shadows of the corners. In fact, it almost seemed as if the shadows themselves were fading from him on their own will, and retreating back into the darkness that surrounded them.\nSherpa gazed at Rithrynn with a puzzled expression from where he stood. His left arm was covered by his shoulder cloak, but it seemed as if his hand was resting on something beneath it, possibly the hilt of a blade still in its scabbard.", "username": "Sinerathin", "char_name": "Sharon Daerin'Lei" }, { "text": "Serphia looked like she was on the brink of exploding in Liaena's presence. Fuming with rage, she suddenly launched her arm forth like a cannonball, grabbing Liaena by her collar and lifting her up from the ground.\n\n\"I have had it with your insolence**you little shaine o'ferarn! Dain!**\" Serphia sneered as she shook Liaena back and forth around in the air.\n\nBut the Captain's attention was suddenly diverted from the helpless human and onto the High Elf as Sharon ignited the unholy ritualistic circles spread out across the room.\nThis sudden act of magic seemed to shock the Captain as her jaw dropped for a moment.\n\n\"What are you doing, Quel'Dorei!?\"\n\nSerphia suddenly let go of Liaena, allowing the human to fall down to the ground like a sack of potatoes. Her chainmail may have been a boon against an attack, but it did not help very much against the forces of gravity. Rather, it was perhaps the opposite, as she crashed into the floor.\n\nWalking over to Sharon, Serphia threw him an angry look.\n\n\"What is this supposed to mean!\" The Captain demanded to know. It was one thing to tolerate magi. It was a completely different thing to tolerate magi who cast dangerous spells around her without as much as giving her a warning!\n\"This place is cursed! Leave it!\"\n\n*\n\nRithrynn immediately spun around, but froze in her track when she suddenly recognized Sherpa.\n\n\"Sherr?!\" She gasped. Accidentally letting go of her arrow, it immediately flew straight past Sherpa's head, the wind from the arrow gently pulling some of his hair back as it passed no more than a few inches away from him.\n\n*\"Daaarnnnn it… \"*\n\n\"Uhm… sorry, I shot yo-, no, I mean, sorry. I did not intend to do that!\" Rithrynn was quick to explain as Sherpa stared in the space next to his head where the arrow had just passed. Had he merely been standing a few inches to the left, it might very well have traveled through his skull!\n\nPlacing her bow around her torso, Rithrynn took two steps forward towards the High Elf, before pausing.\n\n\"Sherpa… what are you doing here?\" Rithrynn asked with a bewildered look on her face.\n\"Are you… are you in league with the assassins?!\"", "username": "Rithy", "char_name": "Rithrynn Syn'Dial" }, { "text": "It was with a fairly loud, slightly metallic*crash*that Liaena hammered into the floor, just as the room lit up with the intricate runes and damned inscriptions carved and painted into the stone tiles. The light shone between her fingers and through her palms, lighting up her face in a ghastly green glow.\n\nLiaena froze. A scream that began in her lungs, got caught in her throat and was nothing more than a strangled squeak when it finally left her lips. Sudden, irrational terror was filling her up but she couldn't seem to find the ability to move as horrified eyes scanned the runes lining the edges of the pentacle she had been unceremoniously dropped into. Some of them meant absolutely nothing to her, others she found that she immediately understood. Those would be the ones that she remembered drawing.\n\nAs vague memories flashed through her mind, Liaena was suddenly absolutely convinced that she had died once in a damned ritual circle just like this. More than once. Twice, three times, more times than she count. Every memory was from a different place, with different people and different circumstances, but they all had the same paralysing terror attached to them and ended with a flare of agony –\n\nWhile her mind was busy getting underway with a massive freak-out, her body had finally managed to receive the order to*move*and reacted accordingly. Liaena shot to her feet, backpeddling away from the green mist until something behind her got in her way, which in this case happened to be a giant mound of cow bones that she then fell over. Falling backwards into a heap of leg bones and cloven hooves, the green lights vanished at nearly exactly the same time as the result of a much-pissed Serphia and a chastened Sharon, returning the room to its original gloom.\n\nSitting on a rib cage, Liaena found that she was shaking like a leaf. Her hands were trembling uncontrollably as she reached up to shake knuckle bones and teeth out of her hair, then went down to fumble with her satchel and pull a vial out of it. The memories were much less vivid, but they were still there in the background, like an unpleasant childhood memory that you tried not to think about. Liaena tried not to think about them.\n\n*\"They're not mine. Not mine. Not mine.\"*", "username": "Feychild", "char_name": null } ]
"Do not worry yourself, this is just a simple, harmless survey spell, Captain. Not a,-" "**Turn it off!**" "Alright, alright." Sharon eventually decided, not wanting to get into an argument with Serphia. Ceasing the spell, the runes and circles that had once appeared all around them vanished just as quickly as they had appeared, and the room turned back to its original state. Looking around at the others in the room, Sharon realized that the spell may not have garnered the best of wishes from the magic phobic Night Elves, all of whom seemed rather upset after his little act. Well, all except Vashi, who almost seemed fascinated, for which she should probably feel lucky that Serphia had her back turned to her. But the spell had also had another benefit, as Serphia had at least left Liaena alone. Something that made Sharon feel justified in scaring the entire room, at least. It was all for a good goal, which raised it above a childish prank. "Greymoon, take whatever looks valuable and bring it with us. We will leave as soon as possible." Sharon called out to Greymoon, before the High Elf turned and walked over to the pile of bones where Liaena was lying. It almost looked like a horrific version of a balloon chair where she sat in the pile of bones. "Liaena, are you alright?" The High Elf asked as he approached the human, as the girl seemed to be fiddling frantically with a potion of some sorts. Leaning forward over the heap of bones, Sharon extended his hand to help her up. "Let's leave this place, shall we?" --- *"That was... more exciting than I'd have wanted it to be... "* Sherpa thought as he silently gazed in the direction that RIthrynn's arrow had flown. The only thing worse than a gook with poor trigger discipline was a gook with poor trigger discipline coupled with excellent aim! But even though Rithrynn had been mere inches from impaling his head with another one of the Night Elves ridiculously oversized arrows, Sherpa shrugged it off. It was not like Rithrynn had loaded another arrow into her bow yet. What more harm could she do? ... That might have been a foolishly naive question, Sherpa suddenly realized.. "There are a lot of things going on, Rithrynn... " Sherpa slowly began to talk in a calm voice, despite almost having died a second ago. "But, here; I lack the time to tell you, I am afraid." Taking a few more steps forward, Sherpa now stood right in front of Rithrynn. Staring at her for a moment, the High Elf suddenly let forth a smile as he looked up at the tall Night Elf. "It is good to see you again, Rithrynn."
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Sharon Daerin'Lei
Race: High Elf Age: 235 Description: 190 cm tall. Fairly slim figure, and physically fit. By human standards, he appears to be in his 20s. White skin with a slight tanned tone. His eyes are deep arcane blue with a mystical elven magical tint. His hair is blonde and flows to his neck. Usually clean shaved. Biography: A scholar and academic by profession. Sharon was born in Quel'Thalas, where he was raised. He traveled often and visited the human lands of Lordearon and its surrounding kingdoms, and even sometimes the dwarves during his travels. His academic career started in his homeland of Quel'Thalas, but he became closely acquainted to the circles of Dalaran in the human kingdom to the south, where he became a professor and spent his time tutoring students and delving deeper into the mysteries of the arcane arts together with his fellow colleagues. Besides his work in academia, he also lived a materialistic life of extravaganza and debauchery. His life changed with the outbreak of the Third War, as the Scourge lay waste to the great northern kingdoms, including his own Quel'Thalas, turning the continent's most sophisticated civilization into a lifeless graveyard. During the undeath onslaught, with his kingdom shattered and the human and elven armies ruined, Sharon choose to help the human resistance in their struggle for survival and in aiding refugees escape the all consuming legions of the damned, and followed them south. The conflict permanently changed Sharon; the exposure to the sheer horrors and mindless brutality of the Scourge had been a humbling experience and a wakeup call. Having lost his home, and with the vast majority of his friends and family now dead, he devoted much of his time to helping the denizens of Stormwind, and joined the Silver Covenant as he pursued the reconstruction of Dalaran. Even after the the magical city of Dalaran was completed, Sharon choose to remain in Stormwind. Part in due to financial difficulties, and partly because he never could feel quite at home in Dalaran after its first ruination. But even then he often visited the city, to give lectures and share his studies and findings with fellow colleagues, much like he had done before the war.
[ { "text": "As Donald was running for his dear life through the tunnels, he could hear the Night Elves coming closer and closer.\n\nReaching a slightly larger main tunnel, he immediately turned right just as an lethal arrow whizzed past him through the air, missing him only by a couple of inches. Yet as Donald lay onto a full sprint down the larger tunnel, he suddenly saw a smaller figure up ahead.\nHe did not have much time to contemplate on the nature of the short creature that he had just seen in the tunnel, before an ear-deafening large explosion filled the tunnels, throwing a shockwave straight through the tunnel, followed by a thick cloud of dust!\n\nDonald stumbled as he was hit by the shockwave, but managed to restore his point of balance just in time to avoid falling as he scrambled along the dirty sewer wall.\n\n*\"What in the light's name was that!?\"*\n\nThe dust that had filled the tunnel made it hard to see more than a few meters ahead of him. As Donald continued forward, he was suddenly able to see Mitonk through the cloud again as the human passed right by the smaller Gnome.\nStaring further up ahead, closer to the center of the explosion, Donald spotted a small hole in the wall that had been opened by the explosion, but was slowly collapsing together with bricks and dirt falling out from around it. In that moment, a light appeared in the assassin's head!\n\n\"Thank you, Gnome! But you should probably run!\" Donald suddenly exclaimed to Mitonk, giving the Gnome a pat on his shoulder just as he passed him. The assassin continued and ran ahead before he leaped through the small hole in the wall, which seconds later finally collapsed and sealed the exit behind the assassin.", "username": "Sinerathin", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Shani and Leia charged out into the smoke filled corridor in pursuit of Donald, taking the right path as they had seen Donald do previously.\n\nThe tunnel was mostly empty, filled only with smoke and loose bricks that had recently been unhearted and thrown about by the explosion. The two Night Elves sprinted for a moment, before they realized that there was no longer any sign of Donald anywhere. The assassin had seemingly vanished into thin air.\n\n\"Where did he go!?\" Leia asked frantically as she stared down the dust filled corridor ahead.\n\n\"Impossible, he can't be that fast!\" Shani said, shaking her head in disbelief and confusion.\n\n\"Wait, who is... \" It was Leia who suddenly became aware of the smaller figure that was standing just a couple of meters away from them. The Gnome Mitonk. In the time it would have taken a Goblin to accept a free gold coin, both of the sentinels had already converged on the small Gnome and surrounded him!\nThe two large Night Elves towered over Mitonk as they cornered him against the wall, glistering razor sharp swords pointed at his head while they were both glaring down at him with their silvery eyes as if he had been the devil himself!\n\n\"Who are you, midget?\" Leia asked.\n\n\"Are you an assassin?\"\n\n\"No, Gnomes can't be assassins, they're too short.\"\n\n\"He could be a collaborator. A helper of the damnable apes!\"\n\n\"Indeed. Why else would he be hiding in this den of corruption!\"\n\n\"You have chosen the wrong side, shorty!\"\n\n\"Degenerated trogg!\"\n\nThe Sentinel, Shani, suddenly reached forward and grabbed Mitonk by his torso, pulling him up and pinning him against the slimy wall while the rather furious Night Elf glared at him. If looks alone could kill, it would have been reasonable to assume that Mitonk would have been heavily on the dead scale by now.\n\n\"**Silence is a regrettable sin under the circumstances, midget! Speak!**\"", "username": "Rithy", "char_name": "Rithrynn Syn'Dial" }, { "text": "Upon seeing Sharon, Liaena hastily slid the vial she was holding back into her pocket again. A short pause followed in which she stared at his hand, then at him, then back at his hand. \"Oh…right. Sure\"\n\nReaching out to take his offered hand, one swift tug from the High Elf was enough to pull the little human back onto her feet. Liaena immediately pulled her hand out of his to start brushing free the little bones that had got caught in her robes and her hair, and disguise how much she was still trembling. \"I'm fine. I'm fine\"\n\n\"……\"\n\n*\"He didn't actually ask you that, idiot\"*\n\n\"….buut, we should still leave. Like you said. Right Now\" Liaena added quickly. Casting a nervous look at the now cold and dark patterns all over the floor, she grabbed Sharons sleeve to pull him forcibly towards the door. Any objection or resistance from the High Elf simply resulted in the little human digging in her heels and dragging him even more stubbornly. There was a yell of protest from behind them as Lord Graymoon tried to awkwardly clamber down from the balcony on his own. \"Hey – wait up! Sharon!\"\n\n\"We need to find Rithrynn*now*, okay!?\" Liaena said urgently. Pausing just outside the broken doors to the chamber, she turned to unexpectedly clutch at Sharon, grabbing fistfuls of his robes as her chalky pale face looked up at his. \"We need to find her, and then get out of here because this is a terrible place and we never should have come here. Don't you see that!? Everything here is Evil\"\n\n-BOOOOOOOOM-\n\nAs she spoke, a distance explosion rippled through the sewers. The smaller pipes lining the walls above them clattered dangerously, and drops of foul liquid pattered down all around them.\n\nThere seemed to be a few seconds where Liaena was actually pondering the possibility to herself, then she shook her head as she looked up at Sharon. \"…That wasn't me\"", "username": "Feychild", "char_name": null }, { "text": "It took him a minute to get his bearing back. Making a mental note to use that much the \"CC\" powder, well then again it was his reputation for a large boom so it worked well.\n\n\"Thank me??? Run??\"\n\nIt was rather confusing. Why? Why would need to run what was going on its not like there was undead in the sewers or anything. Worst he had heard before was some murlocs poking around but that was it. Waving Donald off as he dusted himself off, turning back to admire his work. Sewage flowed freely now. The problem was solved even if it was a tad excessive.\n\nWhat Mitonk really didn't expect was the two night elves point there blades at him, in truth he had never seen one before this moment. They were tall ones that's for sure and only knowing who the duo were by the color of their skin. The stories were exaggerated vastly from what he'd heard.\n\nHolding himself against the wall staring right back of them. Any sane Gnome would be terrified but Mitonk on the other hand was off his rocker so to speak so he couple of Night Elves didn't bother him too much. He just wasn't keen on the swords as they had gotten closer to him and the spitfire fury of question came barreling at him. Being held up though was the last straw as he started throwing that same glare back at Shani.\n\n\"Okay you hulking behemoth purple amazons pick the wax out of your ear and listen. I'm Mitonk Fastblast a Gnome engineer on a job, check my toolbox for the workorder. Second Gnomes are the best assassins because you can't see us half the time pea brain. Third I have no idea what your talking about. Forth calling me short and a TROGG is the worst thing you could've done and lastly if I wanted you'd be dead already. I'm wired with more of that big boom from earlier. Now if you don't mind let me go. My cousins Mipsy and Gimpsy are waiting.\"\n\nSwatting and hitting at Shani's hand to let him go.", "username": "Innovative Engimas", "char_name": null } ]
The High Elf listened to the distant explosion, before looking down at Liaena. She may have been the unfortunate master of explosives, and even though things generally tended to blow up around her; she still didn't posess the power to cause things to spontaneously combust on their own, or conjure explosions out of thin air. Sharon believed her, but the fact that Liaena did not have anything to do with the explosion didn't do much to reassure the High Elf. "She was chasing a fleeing assassin. She could be anywhere." Sharon pondered thoughtfully as he looked away, before gazing back at Liaena. "The sewer complex beneath Stormwind is immense. Our odds of actually finding her are slim if she has taken but a few corners." As much as Sharon wanted to leave the sewer, he knew that they were currently also standing on the path Rithrynn was the most likely to return to after she and her sisters had finished hunting the assassin. "Rithrynn will most likely return to this point. If we go looking for her, we risk running in circles." --- "I'm.... gaahhh *Gasp*! ...*glad to heeeaar thaaaat*.... !" Sherpa uttered as he felt the air being squeezed out of his lungs as he was trapped in the steely hug of the Night Elf. Whatever the Night Elf's intentions, the whole situation was a mix between something adorable and something abusive, which his ribs could currently attest to. It was not until his pale face had turned slightly purple that Rithrynn finally let go of him, allowing the High Elf to finally gasp for breath. Aside from some bent ribs and shortness of breath, Sherpa felt mostly fine. Which was not bad, considering his proximity to the crazed elf. Taking a moment to regain his breath, he straightened back up before he looked up at Rithrynn. "It has been so long." Sherpa said, his voice returning to its natural calm. Raising a hand up to Rithrynn's cheek, he gazed up into her eyes. "But we do not have much time, I fear. I must leave. This is not the best place for us to meet."
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Sharon Daerin'Lei
Race: High Elf Age: 235 Description: 190 cm tall. Fairly slim figure, and physically fit. By human standards, he appears to be in his 20s. White skin with a slight tanned tone. His eyes are deep arcane blue with a mystical elven magical tint. His hair is blonde and flows to his neck. Usually clean shaved. Biography: A scholar and academic by profession. Sharon was born in Quel'Thalas, where he was raised. He traveled often and visited the human lands of Lordearon and its surrounding kingdoms, and even sometimes the dwarves during his travels. His academic career started in his homeland of Quel'Thalas, but he became closely acquainted to the circles of Dalaran in the human kingdom to the south, where he became a professor and spent his time tutoring students and delving deeper into the mysteries of the arcane arts together with his fellow colleagues. Besides his work in academia, he also lived a materialistic life of extravaganza and debauchery. His life changed with the outbreak of the Third War, as the Scourge lay waste to the great northern kingdoms, including his own Quel'Thalas, turning the continent's most sophisticated civilization into a lifeless graveyard. During the undeath onslaught, with his kingdom shattered and the human and elven armies ruined, Sharon choose to help the human resistance in their struggle for survival and in aiding refugees escape the all consuming legions of the damned, and followed them south. The conflict permanently changed Sharon; the exposure to the sheer horrors and mindless brutality of the Scourge had been a humbling experience and a wakeup call. Having lost his home, and with the vast majority of his friends and family now dead, he devoted much of his time to helping the denizens of Stormwind, and joined the Silver Covenant as he pursued the reconstruction of Dalaran. Even after the the magical city of Dalaran was completed, Sharon choose to remain in Stormwind. Part in due to financial difficulties, and partly because he never could feel quite at home in Dalaran after its first ruination. But even then he often visited the city, to give lectures and share his studies and findings with fellow colleagues, much like he had done before the war.
[ { "text": "While Liaena was arguing with Serphia, Sharon had decided to walk over to the gearbox now abandoned by Leia. Kneeling down besides it, the High Elf located the opening mechanisms and with a 'click', the lid sprang open, revealing the various content inside.\nRooting through through the contents inside of Mitonk's inventory, Sharon found a lot of basic tools, plans, lesser gadgets and a few explosives. Locating a piece of parchment resting on the inner sides of the box, the High elf retrieved it to give it a closer inspect. It appeared to be the documentation that the Gnome had spoken of earlier, detailing his job, payment and various arrangements around his contract. It certainly looked authentic.\n\nAlthough the objects of the box could in no way offer any guarantee that the gnome was in fact not an assassin, it did point in the way of innocence.\n\n*\"But this is no time for a trial. We got to find Rithrynn!\"*\n\n\"His documents are in orde,-\" Sharon started, but was struck speechless when he turned around and saw the Night Elves about to perform an invasive cavity search on the small creature.\n\n*\"Just great… \"*\n\n\"AHEM, I may be no expert within the social sciences, but I strongly believe that the Gnome's… \"\n\nSharon quickly gazed at the documents, and back up again.\n\n\" … that \"Mitonk\" meant that as a joke!\"\n\nSharon said as he stepped forward, trying to defuse the level of craziness that the situation had just reached.\nThe High Elf was torn between what he speculated to be the motives of Serphia. Did she genuinely believe the Gnome's ridiculous claim, or did she just order the search to spite the little creature?\n\nAlthough he had never considered Serphia to the be intellectual champion of their time, he knew the Captain possessed a raw cunning that shouldn't be underestimated.\n\n---\n\n\"I promise I'll be there!\"\n\n\"And I will be waiting… \" Sherpa said as he smiled, stepping back from the Night Elf while holding up his hand, giving her a small wave.\n\nHowever, the near total silence of the hallway was suddenly interrupted by a set of footsteps as a man came running through the tunnels towards them.\nThe unnatural darkness of the place veiled his figure until he was but a few meters away, at which point the man made a complete stop when he saw them.\n\n\"You!\" Donald exclaimed as he saw Sherpa standing in the middle of the hallway, looking back at him. However, the assassin's face looked completely confused when he looked a little further to the side and saw the Night Elf, Rithrynn standing mere meters away from Sherpa. And, she was not attacking?\n\n\"What the fu,-\"\n\n\"I had been looking for you.\" Sherpa said as he spotted Donald. The assassin immediately jumped back and pulled out a small throwing dagger from his leather coat, his attention returning to Sherpa!\n\nBut with a flick of his wrist, Sherpa pulled the dagger out from the assassin's hand from afar, sending it shooting astray through the room.\n\n\"A fair try, but your last… \"\n\nDonald barely had time to react before he felt a cold chill around him, and suddenly a pair of ice cold hands grabbing him by his ankles. He couldn't see anything, yet his legs were pulled away from below him, just as another pair of hands grabbed his body, and the assassin was slammed down into the wet stone floor of the hallway. As he fell, he smashed the back of his head against the floor.\n\nYet the assassin's woe did not end there, as he was suddenly dragged through the air and smashed into one of the heavy stone pillars of the hallway, before being flung up into the roof with a crunch.\n\nAt this point, whatever invisible force that had taken ahold of the assassin seemed to let go; allowing the abused man to fall four meters down, welcomed by the unforgiving stone hard embrace of the floor yet again.\n\nIt was perhaps a blessing that his head had been the first thing to be hit, as it might have spared the vast amount of the experience.\nDonald remained silent for a while, before slowly writhing around in pain, looking utterly confused and disoriented as he lay on the floor, unable to understand what had just happened.\n\nTurning back to Rithrynn, Sherpa motioned towards Donald.\n\n\"My gift, to you: The assassin you have been hunting.\" Sherpa said, giving Rithrynn a smile.\n\"You should return. Your sisters will most likely be wondering where you went. At least you will now have something to impress them with.\"\n\nGiving Rithrynn one last smile, the High Elf finally turned around and walked away, leaving Rithrynn alone with the assassin.\n\n\"Until we meet again.\"", "username": "Sinerathin", "char_name": "Sharon Daerin'Lei" }, { "text": "*\"That... was actually pretty cool!\"*\n\nRithrynn gazed at Donald who currently looked as if he had gone through a trash compactor and lived. Which in all honesty hadn't been so far from the actual experience. Although she didn't like the idea of being surrounded by invisible, dead spirits who'd happily smash and sling people to their deaths, it felt a little reassuring to know that at least Sherpa was in control over them.\n\n\"Thanks.\" Rithrynn said, but when she turned to look at Sherpa; she realized that the elf had already disappeared in the shadows that surrounded them.\n\n\"Huh... \"\n\nAs much as she may have liked Sherpa, she couldn't deny that he also had some creepy sides.\n\nTurning back to Donald, Rithrynn walked over to the assassin and began to search his equipment and clothes for any weapons and tools. The first thing she removed was any knives and pointy objects. Afterwards, she searched the man for any potions, bombs or alien objects that possibly could serve some abstract purpose in the assassin's illicit arts.\nHaving spent so much time with the crazed alchemist; Liaena, Rithrynn had gained at the very least a basic understanding of what weird and crazy stuff to look for.\n\nShe doubted the assassin was in any shape or form to walk. It barely seemed as if he was able to talk, and so Rithrynn slung the beaten man over her shoulder while ignoring any painful protests or moans as she followed in her tracks back to the study.\n\n*\n\n\"You're playing right into their hands if you listen to him, can't you see that?\"\n\n\" … that \"Mitonk\" meant that as a joke!\"\n\nSerphia gazed at Sharon and Liaena. The Captain threw Mitonk a quick glance, before lowering her hand to the hilt of one of her swords to rest upon it as she looked back at the two.\n\n\"You are probably right.\"\n\nTurning around, the Captain walked towards Shani and Leia. Raising her hand, she motioned for Shani and Leia to stop the search - much to the relief of the Gnome. Suddenly unsheathing her sword, she raised it up into the air before holding it down over Mitonk's neck.\n\n\"Prisoners will only slow us down.\"\n\n...\n\n\"Hey guys! I'm back!\" Rithrynn's voice suddenly sounded from the door, as the Sentinel emerged in the entrance to the study, carrying the beat up body of Donald over her right shoulder. She looked out across the room, and met a sea of surprised faces.\n\"What? ... and who's the midget?\"\n\nRithrynn motioned towards the half naked Mitonk who was being held by both Shani and Leia under Serphia's sword. Serphia gazed at Rithrynn with big eyes, before finally removing her sword from Mitonk's neck.\n\n\"Drop the gnome.\" She said absent mindedly to Leia and Shani, as she stepped towards Rithrynn. Behind her, Shani and Leia threw each other a quick look, before they both decided to grant the Gnome's wish, dropping Mitonk and letting the gnome fall two times his own height down onto the stone floor below them.\n\n*Thud!*\n\n\"Consider yourself lucky, little one.\" Shani whispered to Mitonk, throwing the gnome an evil grin as she folded her arms and looked down at him.\n\n\"YOU should consider yourself lucky!\"\n\nSerphia immediately turned around to shout down Shani, who immediately shrunk in stature next to Leia in an attempt to evade the Captain's wrath. But the Captain's interest in Shani evaporated as quickly as it had manifested, as she walked over to Rithrynn. Standing face to face with Rithrynn, she looked down at her sentinel. Her eyes shifting between Rithrynn, over to the assassin, and back again.\n\nThere was a moment of silence where the Captain said nothing. As if she was uncertain what she was seeing was an optical illusion or Rithrynn actually having brought back the escaped prisoner.\n\n\"Syn'Dial... \"\n\n\"Yes, mistress!\"\n\nSerphia peered at Donald for a moment, inspecting his battered face and miserable expression, before looking back at Rithrynn again, a slight smile on her face.\n\n\" ... good job.\"\n\n\"Thanks, mistress!\"\n\nRithrynn saluted as the Sentinel beamed with pride as she received her Captain's praise. Serphia turned around, now looking at Liaena as she motioned for the little human to come over to her and Rithrynn.\n\n\"Human. I want you to check the human's condition to see if he'll make it. And if you can, turn him into a more portable condition.\"", "username": "Rithy", "char_name": "Rithrynn Syn'Dial" }, { "text": "\"Human. I want you to check the human's condition to see if he'll make it. And if you can, turn him into a more portable condition.\"\n\n\"…………\"\n\nLiaena also was staring at Rithrynn with as much shock at Serphia had, her amazement clearly reflected in her huge eyes. After a brief moment in which the Captains order fell on deaf ears, the little human finally switched her attention over to her. \"Uhhhhhhhh…sure.\"\n\nScooting over to Rithrynn, Donald landed unceremoniously in a heap in front of her as the Night Elf dropped him from her own considerable height. This elicited another pained groan from the unfortunate man, and no resistance at all as Liaena started to poke and prod as his ribs and limbs, listening closely for the informative yelps of pain.\n\nKneeling down over Donald and facing away from the rest of the party, Liaena took the opportunity to quietly palm the potion she had put in her pocket back into her hand, uncork it and drink a measure before putting it away again. After around a minute more where she examined the large swollen patches covering his face and forehead, she turned around to look at Serphia and Rithrynn. \"He'll make it….it's nothing but blunt trauma, mostly. I count two, possibly more cracked ribs and a concussion, but no broken bones. Looks like someone slammed him into a wall a few times\"\n\nWhile facing Serphia, Liaena's eyes clearly rested on Rithrynn when she mentioned the 'someone'. Turning back around, she pulled a small vial out of her satchel, before uncorking it, tilting it up and pouring a small measure into the mans mouth. In the next few seconds, Donald started to rapidly shrink until he was no larger the size of a night elfs finger on the floor.\n\nGingerly leaning over and picking Donald up gently, Liaena was about to go for her bag before she remembered that her special jam-jar now had a large hole cut into the side, courtesy of Esmeralda. Pausing for a second, she gave a half shrug as she held her hand up to Serphia with the mini Donald in the palm of it. \"Here\"", "username": "Feychild", "char_name": null } ]
*"Amazing."* Sharon gazed at Rithrynn in the doorway, looking thoroughly impressed. The High Elf was relieved to see that Rithrynn had returned, even after her sisters had abandoned her. And she didn't even have as much as a scratch! The Night Elf never ceased to amaze him through her combat performance, or speed for that matter. Being able to hunt down an assassin in the sewer below Stormwind, especially when said assassin probably already knew every tunnel and route unlike her, was really impressive. But as much as he was happy to see Rithrynn, his mind returned to the gnome the elves had brought back earlier. Sharon turned around and walked over to Mitonk, who was still recovering from his abuse at the hands of the Night Elves earlier, looking both confused while simultaneously fuming over the personal insult he had suffered. "Are you alright, gnome?" Sharon asked, the High Elf walking up next to Mitonk and knelt next to him. Regardless of the Night Elves' story, Sharon had a hard time believing Mitonk to be one of the assassins. Not to mention that what threat could the gnome possibly represent after what he had gone through, stripped of all dignity, pride and least of all his equipment and tools? "Your name is Mitonk, correct?" Sharon asked, unhinging his own cloak to offer it to Mitonk who at that point was half naked. "I am Sharon Daerin'lei of the Silver Covenant. I apologize for your treatment at the hands of my... protectors. To say that they are a little paranoid would be a grave understatement on my part." Sharon explained, slightly tilting his head to the side as he looked down at Mitonk with a sympathetic expression. "Can... can I offer you a meal? I live in the Mage district. To provide you with some food and shelter after what happened today is the least I can do."
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Sinerathin
Sharon Daerin'Lei
Race: High Elf Age: 235 Description: 190 cm tall. Fairly slim figure, and physically fit. By human standards, he appears to be in his 20s. White skin with a slight tanned tone. His eyes are deep arcane blue with a mystical elven magical tint. His hair is blonde and flows to his neck. Usually clean shaved. Biography: A scholar and academic by profession. Sharon was born in Quel'Thalas, where he was raised. He traveled often and visited the human lands of Lordearon and its surrounding kingdoms, and even sometimes the dwarves during his travels. His academic career started in his homeland of Quel'Thalas, but he became closely acquainted to the circles of Dalaran in the human kingdom to the south, where he became a professor and spent his time tutoring students and delving deeper into the mysteries of the arcane arts together with his fellow colleagues. Besides his work in academia, he also lived a materialistic life of extravaganza and debauchery. His life changed with the outbreak of the Third War, as the Scourge lay waste to the great northern kingdoms, including his own Quel'Thalas, turning the continent's most sophisticated civilization into a lifeless graveyard. During the undeath onslaught, with his kingdom shattered and the human and elven armies ruined, Sharon choose to help the human resistance in their struggle for survival and in aiding refugees escape the all consuming legions of the damned, and followed them south. The conflict permanently changed Sharon; the exposure to the sheer horrors and mindless brutality of the Scourge had been a humbling experience and a wakeup call. Having lost his home, and with the vast majority of his friends and family now dead, he devoted much of his time to helping the denizens of Stormwind, and joined the Silver Covenant as he pursued the reconstruction of Dalaran. Even after the the magical city of Dalaran was completed, Sharon choose to remain in Stormwind. Part in due to financial difficulties, and partly because he never could feel quite at home in Dalaran after its first ruination. But even then he often visited the city, to give lectures and share his studies and findings with fellow colleagues, much like he had done before the war.
[ { "text": "\"Human. I want you to check the human's condition to see if he'll make it. And if you can, turn him into a more portable condition.\"\n\n\"…………\"\n\nLiaena also was staring at Rithrynn with as much shock at Serphia had, her amazement clearly reflected in her huge eyes. After a brief moment in which the Captains order fell on deaf ears, the little human finally switched her attention over to her. \"Uhhhhhhhh…sure.\"\n\nScooting over to Rithrynn, Donald landed unceremoniously in a heap in front of her as the Night Elf dropped him from her own considerable height. This elicited another pained groan from the unfortunate man, and no resistance at all as Liaena started to poke and prod as his ribs and limbs, listening closely for the informative yelps of pain.\n\nKneeling down over Donald and facing away from the rest of the party, Liaena took the opportunity to quietly palm the potion she had put in her pocket back into her hand, uncork it and drink a measure before putting it away again. After around a minute more where she examined the large swollen patches covering his face and forehead, she turned around to look at Serphia and Rithrynn. \"He'll make it….it's nothing but blunt trauma, mostly. I count two, possibly more cracked ribs and a concussion, but no broken bones. Looks like someone slammed him into a wall a few times\"\n\nWhile facing Serphia, Liaena's eyes clearly rested on Rithrynn when she mentioned the 'someone'. Turning back around, she pulled a small vial out of her satchel, before uncorking it, tilting it up and pouring a small measure into the mans mouth. In the next few seconds, Donald started to rapidly shrink until he was no larger the size of a night elfs finger on the floor.\n\nGingerly leaning over and picking Donald up gently, Liaena was about to go for her bag before she remembered that her special jam-jar now had a large hole cut into the side, courtesy of Esmeralda. Pausing for a second, she gave a half shrug as she held her hand up to Serphia with the mini Donald in the palm of it. \"Here\"", "username": "Feychild", "char_name": null }, { "text": "*\"Amazing.\"*\n\nSharon gazed at Rithrynn in the doorway, looking thoroughly impressed. The High Elf was relieved to see that Rithrynn had returned, even after her sisters had abandoned her. And she didn't even have as much as a scratch!\nThe Night Elf never ceased to amaze him through her combat performance, or speed for that matter. Being able to hunt down an assassin in the sewer below Stormwind, especially when said assassin probably already knew every tunnel and route unlike her, was really impressive.\n\nBut as much as he was happy to see Rithrynn, his mind returned to the gnome the elves had brought back earlier.\n\nSharon turned around and walked over to Mitonk, who was still recovering from his abuse at the hands of the Night Elves earlier, looking both confused while simultaneously fuming over the personal insult he had suffered.\n\n\"Are you alright, gnome?\" Sharon asked, the High Elf walking up next to Mitonk and knelt next to him.\n\nRegardless of the Night Elves' story, Sharon had a hard time believing Mitonk to be one of the assassins. Not to mention that what threat could the gnome possibly represent after what he had gone through, stripped of all dignity, pride and least of all his equipment and tools?\n\n\"Your name is Mitonk, correct?\" Sharon asked, unhinging his own cloak to offer it to Mitonk who at that point was half naked.\n\n\"I am Sharon Daerin'lei of the Silver Covenant. I apologize for your treatment at the hands of my... protectors. To say that they are a little paranoid would be a grave understatement on my part.\" Sharon explained, slightly tilting his head to the side as he looked down at Mitonk with a sympathetic expression.\n\"Can... can I offer you a meal? I live in the Mage district. To provide you with some food and shelter after what happened today is the least I can do.\"", "username": "Sinerathin", "char_name": "Sharon Daerin'Lei" }, { "text": "\"Ehem, I may have gotten a little carried away... \" Rithrynn smirked at Liaena's insinuation towards her in the light of Donald's battered condition.\n\nSerphia accepted the now miniature assassin from Liaena's hand, the big Captain holding the tiny figure up in front of her face to study him.\n\n\"Well done, human. But I think I will keep this one with me. You have already lost us one assassin in the past.\" Serphia said with a slightly condescending tone as she turned to look down at Liaena, the memory of how the human had managed to 'lose' them their last prisoner, Esmeralda, still clear in her head. Yet despite that, the Captain moved one hand to ruffle Liaena endearingly in the hair, forming a small smile with her lips.\n\"But in light of recent actions, I will forget that failure.\"\n\nSerphia looked content as she stared at her new prisoner. The fact that Donald hadn't panicked yet could suggest that the assassin was still shifting back and forth between dreamland, unable to perceive or realize what kind of predicament he currently was in.\n\nWhile Serphia turned and walked away from Liaena, stowing her little captive away in her armor, Rithrynn approached Liaena from behind to stand next to her.\n\n\"There you are!\" Rithrynn exclaimed, throwing one arm around Liaena to give her a small hug, but then suddenly lowered her head down to Liaena.\n*\"Aren't you worried she'll interrogate him?\"*Rithrynn whispered cautiously to Liaena as she looked after Serphia.", "username": "Rithy", "char_name": "Rithrynn Syn'Dial" }, { "text": "Initially, Liaena was quite happy to accept the hug from Rithrynn. The elf had admittedly been incredibly aggravating within the last twelve or so hours, but the recent fears for her safety still fresh in her mind made Liaena far more forgiving than she might otherwise have been. But she suddenly tensed up stiff as a board as Rithrynn's words reminded her of something, which should, in all honesty, have been transparently obvious from the start if she had ever stopped to think about it. *\"Ohhh….SHIT!\"*\n\nEyes immediately leaping to Serphia, the Captain walking casually away, Donald having completely disappeared into her armour, it was mostly Rithrynn's firm grip that stopped Liaena rushing after her. As the immediate surge of panic abated, her mind set itself to coming up excuses and extenuating circumstances, to try and talk herself out of the worst case scenario it had initially landed it.\n\nDonald wouldn't *necessarily know*. Mipsy probably hadn't. And after all, this particular assassin might not even have met Sherpa! If Donald was only a two-bit hired merc, it stood to reason that he would never have encountered the death knight in person, would never have been told, and would in fact know nothing at all about anything! Exactly as she had told Serphia he wouldn't earlier.\n\n….\n\nUnless he did, and he told, and her life was ruined. Again.\n\n*\"I can't….let Serphia talk to him, or any other Night Elf talk to him\"*\n\nNo longer trying to escape Rithrynn, Liaena was instead focused exclusively on Serphia and completely zoning out anything her friend tried to say to her. Donald was comatose, and likely to remain that way for at least the immediate future. That meant that at some point, most likely when they were back at the mansion, the entire interrogation procedure that Esmeralda had undergone was due to repeat and Liaena somehow doubted that she would be called in as interrogation chief no1 this time.\n\n*\"….I need to think of something before that\"*", "username": "Feychild", "char_name": null } ]
"We have what we came for." Sharon said as he stood up again, peering at Lord Greymoon who was busy lowering a satchel of pillaged goods from the small arcaneum up above on the balcony. But as Greymoon lowered himself from the balcony, dropping down a meter or so of the remaining height, the older man approached Sharon with a concerned look on his face. The High Elf eventually noticed the expression on the noble's face, and turned to face Lord Greymoon as he walked up to him. " ... what did you find?" "I recognized the dead cultist." Greymoon said, with a pale look on his face. Sharon quirked his eyebrow at the revelation, peering more closely at Greymoon. "You did? Was it a friend of yours?" "No, he was a farmer under my protectorate. I remember him because he was one of the men-at-arms I sent with you on your journey. He was a crew of the Waverunner. He never returned, and I thought him for dead like the others." "He was one of your men?" Sharon looked surprised for a moment. Could this mean that some of Greymoon's own men had turned against him? Possibly driven by Sherpa's influence? It was not as much the cultist's own betrayal as the overall ramifications this could have for the rest of the Lord's men. If some of his men secretly worked for Sherpa, it could explain why the assassins had seemingly always been ahead of Greymoon's own guard. "We will talk more of this more once we get back." Sharon concluded, his mind moving over to how they were going to get back. He doubted it would be smart to use the path through the Inn, as considering the mess they had made in the district, the city guard was probably swarming the place. And the last thing he needed was to be stuck in a long questioning by the guard. Attempting to find their way through the sewers was a dangerous enough idea, not only because of the assassins, but because hardly anyone of the group even knew their way. Not to mention Sharon was tired, his group was injured. A portal seemed like a good idea. He didn't care if the assassins picked up and learnt where they went. They already knew that he lived in the Mage district, so it wouldn't make much of a difference. "Vashi, I am setting up a portal to the mage district. Will you give me a hand? I have a predetermined location already set up and ready to go." Sharon explained as he turned to Vashi, motioning for the Night Elf to come and help him. Assisted by Vashi, Sharon began to conjure on a portal spell. Chanting in a low voice, Sharon closed his eyes and extended his silver staff. As he progressed through the spell, the air around him became still and immobile: Any wind in the room immediately died out, and a small humming sound emanated from the High Elf's staff as he focused. --- In a snow filled alleyway in the mage's district, a slight blue glimmer began to appear from beneath the layer of snow covering the ground. Above it, in the space above, the air began to become uneasy and disturbed, shifting around and blowing erratically, pushing away the snow on the ground beneath it to reveal a small, blue summoning circle etched into the cobblestone road. --- As he progressed into the spell, the fabric of space was suddenly warped in front of the High Elf, creating a shimmering portal to an alleyway in the mage's district. Cold winter air suddenly flowed out from the portal and into the room, alongside a handful of snowflakes that drifted through the portal and melted on the moist surface of the sewer on their feet. It seemed to be late day from the looks of it through the portal. The cloudy sky had turned slightly darker, and a low haze filled the streets. The snow fall had increased, and it seemed to be brewing up to a small snow storm on the surface. Sharon picked up a pig femur from the ground, before tossing through the portal. The animal bone flew straight through the portal, landing and burying itself halfway into the snow on the other side in the alleyway for all to see. "Come, it will only stay open for two minutes." Sharon explained, before he motioned towards the portal and stepped through it, appearing on the other side in the alleyway. As his boot landed in the snow and he walked out of the portal, out of the humid and foul sewer and into the open, clear and cold air of day, the High Elf looked around him. The fact that no crossbow bolts had come for him was a relief. Walking forward and out of the alleyway, he looked to his right, and could see the garden of his own house a few rows away from where he currently stood. *"It's good to be home... "*
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Sharon Daerin'Lei
Race: High Elf Age: 235 Description: 190 cm tall. Fairly slim figure, and physically fit. By human standards, he appears to be in his 20s. White skin with a slight tanned tone. His eyes are deep arcane blue with a mystical elven magical tint. His hair is blonde and flows to his neck. Usually clean shaved. Biography: A scholar and academic by profession. Sharon was born in Quel'Thalas, where he was raised. He traveled often and visited the human lands of Lordearon and its surrounding kingdoms, and even sometimes the dwarves during his travels. His academic career started in his homeland of Quel'Thalas, but he became closely acquainted to the circles of Dalaran in the human kingdom to the south, where he became a professor and spent his time tutoring students and delving deeper into the mysteries of the arcane arts together with his fellow colleagues. Besides his work in academia, he also lived a materialistic life of extravaganza and debauchery. His life changed with the outbreak of the Third War, as the Scourge lay waste to the great northern kingdoms, including his own Quel'Thalas, turning the continent's most sophisticated civilization into a lifeless graveyard. During the undeath onslaught, with his kingdom shattered and the human and elven armies ruined, Sharon choose to help the human resistance in their struggle for survival and in aiding refugees escape the all consuming legions of the damned, and followed them south. The conflict permanently changed Sharon; the exposure to the sheer horrors and mindless brutality of the Scourge had been a humbling experience and a wakeup call. Having lost his home, and with the vast majority of his friends and family now dead, he devoted much of his time to helping the denizens of Stormwind, and joined the Silver Covenant as he pursued the reconstruction of Dalaran. Even after the the magical city of Dalaran was completed, Sharon choose to remain in Stormwind. Part in due to financial difficulties, and partly because he never could feel quite at home in Dalaran after its first ruination. But even then he often visited the city, to give lectures and share his studies and findings with fellow colleagues, much like he had done before the war.
[ { "text": "\"Come on, I'm sure we will find a way to deal with it once we get back.\" Ritrynn said to Liaena, the human girl now staring at Serphia as if she was in some sort of trance, never even taking her eyes off the Captain for a moment. Although she didn't say anything, Rithrynn knew all too well that Liaena's brain had just entered overdrive, racing for a solution to the problem presented by Donald.\n\nRithrynn could only make guesses about what kind of schemes or plots that were being spawned in Liaena's head at the moment.\n\nAs Sharon opened the portal to the Mage District, Serphia stared at it suspiciously, the Captain's natural skepticism towards magic kicking in. But after Sharon had successfully traversed the portal without being shredded to pieces or disintegrated down to a molecular level, the Captain eventually stepped through it herself after urgings from Vashi.\nRithrynn followed closely behind, leading Liaena with her while the human girl's eyes were still dead set on the Captain's ass through the portal.\n\n\"Com'n, I'm sure we'll think of something once we get there.\" Rithrynn said to Liaena as she tried to sound encouraging, but any attempt to dispel the doom and gloom that surrounded Liaena was about successful as waves against rocks.\n\nAs they walked through the the snowy street of the wealthier part of the mage district; or just another part of it, as the whole district seemed rather wealthy by comparison to the rest of the city; they eventually reached the gates of Sharon's mansion where a green haired Night Elf stood guard on the other side. She was wearing a silk lined woolen hood over her black helmet, with her pointy ears making two large mounds on top of her hood. She looked like she was halfway to becoming a living snowman, her arms tucked away under her cloak as much of her surface was covered in snow from top to toe.\n\nLooking up from her snowy misery, Falaani suddenly noticed the group, and Serphia, approaching.\n\n\"Captain, welcome back!\" She said, quickly unlocking the iron gate to pull it open for her Captain and the rest of the group that followed after.\n\n\"Thank you. How has my warband been in my absence?\"\n\n\"Ohh, they haven't even left the house. I don't blame them... I've been standing here for hours!\" Falaani answered, brushing a large flake of snow off her hood as she jumped up and down, trying to keep warm.\n\n\"If it is too cold for you, I'm sure Naliyah would be happy to keep you warm inside... \"\n\n\"Uhh, that's not necessary. I'm okay out here!\"\n\n\"Good. I'll send someone to relieve you in two hours. Anan du Falar, warrior.\"\n\n\"Than,- oh, yes, mistress! Of course, mistress!\" Falaani immediately saluted her Captain, her frozen face filled with hope at the thought of being relieved!\n\nContinuing on ahead, Serphia marched towards the front entrance of the house next to Sharon.\n\n\"After being in that human sewer, I need a wash. And I fear not even acid will be enough!\"", "username": "Rithy", "char_name": "Rithrynn Syn'Dial" }, { "text": "*\"If you want acid, I could fix that for you…\"*\n\nLiaena walked closely behind Serphia and Sharon, taking two steps for every one of the Night Elf's and watching Serphia like a hawk. Rithrynn's presence, she hardly paid attention to, so intent was she upon the captain.\n\nApproaching the building, the curtains that were in use as a makeshift door were pinned firmly together across the threshold. Raised, angry voices could quite clearly be heard behind them. As they walked towards the curtains, Liaena suddenly went pale and stopped, knocking into Rithrynn. \"Oh*no*\"\n\n\"HOW DARE YOU INSULT ELUNE THE MIGHTY, PITIFUL HUMAN SCUM!\"\n\n\"I DON'T TAKE ORDERS FROM LOWLY CREATURES LIKE YOU!\"\n\n\"YOU DISGRACE THE LIGHT AND EVERYTHING IT STANDS FOR, YOU FALLEN, HEATHEN, WRETCHES!\"\n\nPushing the curtain aside, Sharon and Serphia walked straight into the main hall, and into bedlam. The structure of the hall was in fact entirely intact, with the only damage to the permanent fittings being the cracks in the plaster where Serphia had hammered Liaena into the wall two days ago. The floor however, was completely coated in items of discarded clothing and armour, empty bottles, and snoring Night Elves. There were only two of the latter, one slumped in the corner and one in an armchair that had since been tipped over onto its side, the only thing holding her into it was that her bum was so crammed into the small chair that it had stuck fast and held her there, as she snored and drooled peacefully.\n\nThe pair were sleeping peacefully, despite the raging battle that was taking place in the middle of the room. A table, looking to have once held a light lunch was overturned onto its side, crockery, plates and food having been spilt all over the floor. Two more Night Elves were standing over it, screaming furiously down at one Father Marshall, as he brandished his old knobbled staff and roared back at the top of his lungs. One of the Night Elves was wearing absolutely nothing except a thong, and a cropped human-sized shirt that was tied around her chest and threatening to burst off any second. The other one was wearing exactly the same thing, except without the shirt.\n\n\"COVER YOURSELF, YOU SINNER, AND REPENT! OR BE REJECTED FROM THE LIGHT OF THE WORLD FOR ETERNITY!!\"\n\"DO I LOOK LIKE I CARE WHAT YOUR FAKE GOD THINKS!?!\"\n\n\"Ohhh, good afternoon and welcome back Master Sharon!\" Frederick said cheerfully as he appeared out of nowhere. 'Frayed' was the best word that could be used to describe the butler, as despite the ever present smile and perfect decorum, the man was looking noticeably careworn as he smiled and bowed, first to Sharon, then to Serphia. \"It is good to have you back, Master Sharon, Lady Dei. And I do apologise for the mess, Master Sharon. I gather Father Marshall asked your guests to put some clothes on\"\n\n\"….Mistress!?\"\n\n\"Mistress!!\"\n\nHeads whipping around at Fredericks words, the two Night Elves turned immediately away from Marshall, to step forward and salute the Captain. One of the two tried to subtly drag the snoring Night Elf up from the chair at she did so, but rapidly abandoned the attempt to let her slump back down again. \"Wel…welcome back! We were expecting you!\"\n\n\"Dal'Dieb! WHAT, is the meaning of this!?\" Marshall stormed forward, up to Sharon to glower at him from under his eyebrows as Liaena hesitantly stepped through the curtains behind them. Glancing around, she caught sight of Marshall's assistant, wisely lurking well out of the line of the fire in one of the doorways. The two girls exchanged a brief look, before Kathlin retreated down the corridor away from the scene of the crime. \"How am I supposed to give you guidance in whatever it is you are doing, if you keep these wretched creatures in your mansion as your own personal Harem? If you truly seek the Lights blessing, you should….**YOU**!\"\n\nThere followed a long pause, wherein Marshall gave Liaena the most black, scorching glare one could expect from the old, white haired man. The girl eyed him back with a gaze that was perfectly schooled to be expressionless. \"….You are an insolent brat, with little right to scrub the steps of the cathedral, much less kneel before its holy altar. If I had my way you'd be packing your bags this evening, never to return\"\n\n\"So you have mentioned\" Liaena remarked flatly. \"Once. Or twice.\"\n\n\"Hrrmmmph. Anyway, Dal'dieb\" Marshall switched rapidly back to Sharon to scowl at him grumpily. \"Where have you been all afternoon? You never mentioned you were leaving\"", "username": "Feychild", "char_name": null } ]
As he entered through the front door, the first thing Sharon noticed was how the doors seemed brand new. No doubt it was part of the ever so efficient Frederick who had managed to get the old, broken ones replaced since they had left in the morning. The new doors looked significantly more sturdy, and Sharon noticed the delicate metallic patterns on the door might just as well serve as extra barricade as they were decorations. "Master Daerin'Lei has been away on private errands. Discretion is the,-" "I can handle it from here." Sharon interrupted Frederick, and the human butler looked over to the High Elf before nodding in acknowledge. The High Elf turned to Marshall, before motioning towards the group behind him. "We have been out chasing evils in the City. Greymoon, would you come over here?" Sharon said, motioning for Lord Greymoon to step over to him. The noble approached, holding up the satchel that he had carried from the sewer. Pulling it open, Sharon reached his arm down into it to retrieve the shaft of a dark wood, twisted staff. It was part of what had once been the black mage, Sevarian's staff. Sharon held it up so that Marshall could see it clearly. "Taken from a dark mage we encountered in our search. We found it alongside an assortment of unholy books, scripts and relics." Sharon explained, motioning towards the satchel that Lord Greymoon was holding. "Our problems extend far beyond simple licentious behavior, holy father." Greymoon stated, throwing a glance over the half naked Night Elves that stood in salutation to their Captain. The noble quirked his brow a little, before peering over to Sharon. "I can see the place has not undergone much change since I last visited you, heh."
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Sharon Daerin'Lei
Race: High Elf Age: 235 Description: 190 cm tall. Fairly slim figure, and physically fit. By human standards, he appears to be in his 20s. White skin with a slight tanned tone. His eyes are deep arcane blue with a mystical elven magical tint. His hair is blonde and flows to his neck. Usually clean shaved. Biography: A scholar and academic by profession. Sharon was born in Quel'Thalas, where he was raised. He traveled often and visited the human lands of Lordearon and its surrounding kingdoms, and even sometimes the dwarves during his travels. His academic career started in his homeland of Quel'Thalas, but he became closely acquainted to the circles of Dalaran in the human kingdom to the south, where he became a professor and spent his time tutoring students and delving deeper into the mysteries of the arcane arts together with his fellow colleagues. Besides his work in academia, he also lived a materialistic life of extravaganza and debauchery. His life changed with the outbreak of the Third War, as the Scourge lay waste to the great northern kingdoms, including his own Quel'Thalas, turning the continent's most sophisticated civilization into a lifeless graveyard. During the undeath onslaught, with his kingdom shattered and the human and elven armies ruined, Sharon choose to help the human resistance in their struggle for survival and in aiding refugees escape the all consuming legions of the damned, and followed them south. The conflict permanently changed Sharon; the exposure to the sheer horrors and mindless brutality of the Scourge had been a humbling experience and a wakeup call. Having lost his home, and with the vast majority of his friends and family now dead, he devoted much of his time to helping the denizens of Stormwind, and joined the Silver Covenant as he pursued the reconstruction of Dalaran. Even after the the magical city of Dalaran was completed, Sharon choose to remain in Stormwind. Part in due to financial difficulties, and partly because he never could feel quite at home in Dalaran after its first ruination. But even then he often visited the city, to give lectures and share his studies and findings with fellow colleagues, much like he had done before the war.
[ { "text": "\"I will. But first, let us return to my study. It is a long story.\" Sharon explained as he walked after Marshall. Though the human was old and seemingly looking very frail, the holy man marched up the stair with a zeal and determination like he was a soldier. Greymoon followed shortly behind, carrying the satchel with him across his shoulder. But the old nobleman had not managed to go far before Frederick had swooped in from the side, masterfully sweeping the satchel off Greymoon's back with a \"Let me carry that\", before walking side by side with the rest of the group.\n\nSharon guided the group through the many corridors of the mansion until they reached his own office.\n\nUpon arriving at the white wooden door, Sharon stepped forward and retrieved a key from his robe that he used to unlock the door. Although he did not think that any assassin would be foolish enough to attempt to enter his work space with an entire Night Elven warband guarding his house, Sharon did not want the elves' relentless party to spread to his office either.\n\n\"Frederick, the arcaneum, is it,-\"\n\n\"It is locked, Master Sharon. It was the first thing I did when the girls downstairs began their festivities.\"\n\nFrederick answered in his usual professionally calm manner, and Sharon let out a mental sigh of relief. The last thing he needed was the Night Elves to trash around with the magical artifacts in his arcaneum. Assuming they did not react to the fact that it was a room full of magical stuff and promptly tried to set it on fire for its blasphemous, having them play around in it while intoxicated would have been disastrous nonetheless.\n\nThe arcaneum was dark and empty. The candles were unlit, and the small fireplace by the wall was cold. In the majestic window behind Sharon's desk, the snow was gently falling against the glass, while the sky outside seemed to grow darker by the minute with the coming of the night.\n\nThe room was much colder than the rest of the building, but Frederick had already set off to remedy that, picking up a small box of matches as he left the satchel by the desk to go to light the candles and fireplace.\n\n\"Let me ask you something, Marshall. What do you know of the Scourge?\" Sharon asked as the three remaining men walked towards his empty desk.\n\"Or more specifically, the Cult of the Damned?\"\n\n---\n\n*\"Fuck me... it feels like I've been driven over by a Dwarven Steam Tank, which then reversed, and then drove over me again. Gaaaahhh... \"*\n\nDonald was slowly coming back to conscience, the assassin raising a hand up to his aching forehead to touch his sensitive skin. Every bone and muscle in his body ached, and he had a searing pain coming from his joints. With his eyes closed, he took a deep breath whole holding his hand up to his forehead.\n\n*\"I seriously need to stop drinking that heavily... this is what happens everytime! Dear light, please tell me that I've not done something stupid this time!\"*\n\nBut as Donald slowly opened his eyes, he suddenly saw two giant, purple buttocks in front of him that took up almost his entire view. Every mental process in the assassin's head immediately grinded to a halt at the sight, before he looked up and saw a massive inebriated Night Elf tramping about as she walked past him, all the while leaning dangerously to either side and carrying a goblet full of wine in her hand.\nHowever, the giant Night Elf's attempt to traverse the room quickly turned into a disaster when her foot accidentally hit a sleeping Night Elf, and the giant elf fell headfirst into the carpet with a loud bang, spilling her own wine all over herself.\n\nDonald merely stared dumbfounded down at the massive elf currently lying on its belly on the floor, before he looked around himself and noticed that the entire world was huge in comparison to him. Or, was it he who had shrunk?!\n\nThe room was full of noise and voices, filled to the brim with Night Elves all around him. Donald quickly realized that one of said Night Elves was holding him, constricting him and preventing him from moving his lower body.\n\n*\"Oh Donald, Donald, Donald... you've really done it this time! Light save me, Astrid is gonna be so **PISSED**!\"*\n\n\"Uh... ahem! Listen... sweetheart.\" Donald turned around, peering up at the Night Elf who was currently holding him, Shani.\n\"I am afraid I have made a grave mistake. And, I don't mean to be here... actually, I already have a girl, and she will be really angry if I don't return to her. I'm sorry if I told you anything else, I've been a real idiot, heh... eh-heh... ehhm, which way to the exit?\"", "username": "Sinerathin", "char_name": "Sharon Daerin'Lei" }, { "text": "\"…don't question too much\"\n\n*\"Dear goddess, here we go again!\"*\n\nRithrynn simply stared at Liaena as the little girl disappeared up the stairs like she was on a mission, which she most likely was. She had known Liaena for long enough to tell her that whatever the girl was up to did not primarily revolve around getting new clothes.\n\n*\"Countdown to disaster. 560... 559... 558... \"*\n\nIt was a good thing she was not involved at least.\nAny further collaboration with Liaena would surely not help her relationship with the Captain. Her hands were clean this time!\n\n...\n\nSpeaking of clean hands, Rithrynn suddenly realized that she was still oozing with the essence of sewer, its rancid touch obviously not having left her as she went to sniff her own hand. Grimacing upon the discovery, she quickly decided that before anything she'd find some water to wash herself with. Personal hygiene came before the party after all. Trailing off, the Night Elf set course for her room.\n\n*\n\nA quick wash and a few minutes later, a fresh and clean Rithrynn appeared in the living room where the festivities were well underway. Pretty much just the way they had been, for the last days. Rithrynn was now wearing a thin, purple silk elven morning robe with golden sash, an outfit she had saved for a moment like this. And also because she had pretty much used up all of Sharon's bathrobes earlier, and even leaving one with so much blood on it that she doubted even Miss Collins could clean it.\n\n\"Hey girls!\" Rithrynn called out as she walked into the room, waving at her fellow sentinel. Most of them were too preoccupied or unconscious to notice her, but a few did and they called back at her.\n\n\"Haaai Rithy!\"\n\"Where have you been?!\"\n\"Someone's been on a special mission for the Captain, heh... \"\n\"Wanna join our fight club? Big prizes!\"\n\n\"Oh hey, oh, somewhere... and it was just an ordinary mission. And, uhh... \" Rithrynn paused at the last request to look down at at the table where two shrunk Night Elves, Thali and Averina, were duking it out to the entertainment of a crowd of Night Elves.\n\"Uhm, nooo... I need a rest.\"\n\nRithrynn smiled, but she had barely managed to turn her head back on track before she almost collided with Naliyah's pink haired skull, which had just appeared right in front of her out of nowhere!\n\n\"Riii!\" Squealed Naliyah! Rithrynn did not have a chance to open her mouth before Naliyah had already launched herself forward, entrapping Rithrynn in a fierce hug. Naliyah giggled like a little girl as she spun around with Rithrynn, and in the process collided with her bum into another Night Elf, almost knocking her onto the table with the two small elves on, only to be intercepted in the last second by one of the spectators.\n\n\"Oh, hiiiii... eh, Nali.\" Rithrynn said with a slightly uncomfortable tone as she smiled meekly back at Naliyah, who stared back at her face from less than a few inches away with a lustful gaze.\n\n\"She has missed you so much, Syn'Dial. I'm glad for both of you!\" Came the mocking laughter of Shani who sat in a cushy chair not far away, leaned back as she held Donald against her belly. Eventually becoming aware of Donald's attempts to communicate with her, Shani turned to look down at the tiny assassin with big eyes, eventually hoisting Donald up in front of her face to throw him a dark look.\n\n\"What did you say? ... \" Shani asked with a low voice, throwing the assassin a seething glare.\n\"Call me 'Sweetheart' one more time, and I swear will eat you!\"\n\nShani warned, licking her lips as she stared at the tiny man. But as Donald's face gained a slight pale tint, she suddenly broke out into a laugh once more!", "username": "Rithy", "char_name": "Rithrynn Syn'Dial" }, { "text": "\"The cult of the damned?\" Marshall echoed Sharon, the old mans eyebrows contracting still further over his eyes as they gained a steely glint. \"More than I care to, Dal'dieb. I fought them in the Third War\"\n\nThe priest sat down in a large armchair without being asked and pulled it up to Sharons desk, placing the cultist staff atop it as he looked around at the other two men. \"They were ordinary humans, following the path of the Light before they were corrupted by lies and false promises spread by demons and then that damned prince. They took over half of the northern kingdom that way; their corrupted ideals spread faster than the plague. And then, for any good man strong enough to resist them, came the*real*plague\"\n\n\"…\"\n\n\"…**which**, you should know if either of you pay even so much of a fleeting glance to the basics of modern history!\" Marshalls voice had reverted to its usual abrasive bark as he glared at Graymoon in particular, looking as though he was one step away from whipping out a quill pen and setting the noble a pop-quiz. \"So I'm going to ask you again Dal'dieb; where did you get this artefact from and how did it come to be in my city?\"\n\nStaring intently at Sharon, Marshall gave him a steely look as he dropped his tone. \"Your people suffered as well in the Third War, Dal'dieb, so I'm sure I don't need to tell you how serious this is. The cult hid and recruited in the northern cities until there were more of them than decent men. If they are here in Stormwind, they must**not**be allowed to remain\"", "username": "Feychild", "char_name": null } ]
"Oh, I do not intend to sit idle... " Sharon answered nonchalantly as he opened one of his drawers, pulling out a preserved flask of Alterac wine and a glass. "As you may know, I have every motivation and encouragement to chase them down, beyond merely the moral value of fighting for justice against evil. They have been painting targets on my back and sending all sorts of assassins and thugs at me." Pouring himself a glass of wine with the bottle, he placed it on the desk. Motioning for Greymoon to ask if the noble wanted to have a taste, the man quickly nodded before Frederick suddenly appeared behind him, handing the human noble a drink. Sitting down in his office chair, still wearing his armor and heavy wizard robes, Sharon raised his glass to Marshall before taking a small sip. "You may have heard rumors that I am a man of adventure and patron of excitement, but; each man eventually reach a point where all the excitement in their life simply becomes too much." Sharon said jokingly, before leaning back in his large leather chair. "I think I am at that point right now." Sharon said, before tilting his head to stare out across his room. It was still rather gloomy in the office, as Frederick had only managed to light half of the candles. The High Elf moved his free hand up to his chin, rubbing his jaw with his glove as he gazed into the air with a thoughtful look on his face. "I... don't think this is the official cult. I think they are ex members." The High Elf pondered, turning his head back to Marshall. "My brother left the Scourge after the Lich King's fall. I doubt he's still serving his dead king's incorporeal spirit or something like that. I know he's definitely recruiting... " "We killed one of the cultists." Richard said, sitting with one leg over the corner of Sharon's desk. "He was one of my men. Or, he had been. I thought him dead for a long time, until he suddenly showed up in a heretical ritual chamber beneath the city." "Ah, yes. The place." Sharon said, suddenly remembering Marshall's original question. "In the sewer beneath the Old District. We found a room. Ritual markers and animal bones all over. It looked more like a place of teaching rather than to build an actual army. It seemed like class was already over when we had arrived." "Smart of your brother to use animal bones." Greymoon stated, downing his glass of wine before moving a hand up to stroke his white beard. "People would be asking questions if bodies started disappearing from the graveyard. Nobody would suspect anything if someone bought some of the remains from a butcher shop. It's the season after all, plenty of fresh animal carcasses around this time of the year."
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Sinerathin
Sharon Daerin'Lei
Race: High Elf Age: 235 Description: 190 cm tall. Fairly slim figure, and physically fit. By human standards, he appears to be in his 20s. White skin with a slight tanned tone. His eyes are deep arcane blue with a mystical elven magical tint. His hair is blonde and flows to his neck. Usually clean shaved. Biography: A scholar and academic by profession. Sharon was born in Quel'Thalas, where he was raised. He traveled often and visited the human lands of Lordearon and its surrounding kingdoms, and even sometimes the dwarves during his travels. His academic career started in his homeland of Quel'Thalas, but he became closely acquainted to the circles of Dalaran in the human kingdom to the south, where he became a professor and spent his time tutoring students and delving deeper into the mysteries of the arcane arts together with his fellow colleagues. Besides his work in academia, he also lived a materialistic life of extravaganza and debauchery. His life changed with the outbreak of the Third War, as the Scourge lay waste to the great northern kingdoms, including his own Quel'Thalas, turning the continent's most sophisticated civilization into a lifeless graveyard. During the undeath onslaught, with his kingdom shattered and the human and elven armies ruined, Sharon choose to help the human resistance in their struggle for survival and in aiding refugees escape the all consuming legions of the damned, and followed them south. The conflict permanently changed Sharon; the exposure to the sheer horrors and mindless brutality of the Scourge had been a humbling experience and a wakeup call. Having lost his home, and with the vast majority of his friends and family now dead, he devoted much of his time to helping the denizens of Stormwind, and joined the Silver Covenant as he pursued the reconstruction of Dalaran. Even after the the magical city of Dalaran was completed, Sharon choose to remain in Stormwind. Part in due to financial difficulties, and partly because he never could feel quite at home in Dalaran after its first ruination. But even then he often visited the city, to give lectures and share his studies and findings with fellow colleagues, much like he had done before the war.
[ { "text": "\"The cult of the damned?\" Marshall echoed Sharon, the old mans eyebrows contracting still further over his eyes as they gained a steely glint. \"More than I care to, Dal'dieb. I fought them in the Third War\"\n\nThe priest sat down in a large armchair without being asked and pulled it up to Sharons desk, placing the cultist staff atop it as he looked around at the other two men. \"They were ordinary humans, following the path of the Light before they were corrupted by lies and false promises spread by demons and then that damned prince. They took over half of the northern kingdom that way; their corrupted ideals spread faster than the plague. And then, for any good man strong enough to resist them, came the*real*plague\"\n\n\"…\"\n\n\"…**which**, you should know if either of you pay even so much of a fleeting glance to the basics of modern history!\" Marshalls voice had reverted to its usual abrasive bark as he glared at Graymoon in particular, looking as though he was one step away from whipping out a quill pen and setting the noble a pop-quiz. \"So I'm going to ask you again Dal'dieb; where did you get this artefact from and how did it come to be in my city?\"\n\nStaring intently at Sharon, Marshall gave him a steely look as he dropped his tone. \"Your people suffered as well in the Third War, Dal'dieb, so I'm sure I don't need to tell you how serious this is. The cult hid and recruited in the northern cities until there were more of them than decent men. If they are here in Stormwind, they must**not**be allowed to remain\"", "username": "Feychild", "char_name": null }, { "text": "\"Oh, I do not intend to sit idle... \" Sharon answered nonchalantly as he opened one of his drawers, pulling out a preserved flask of Alterac wine and a glass.\n\"As you may know, I have every motivation and encouragement to chase them down, beyond merely the moral value of fighting for justice against evil. They have been painting targets on my back and sending all sorts of assassins and thugs at me.\"\n\nPouring himself a glass of wine with the bottle, he placed it on the desk. Motioning for Greymoon to ask if the noble wanted to have a taste, the man quickly nodded before Frederick suddenly appeared behind him, handing the human noble a drink.\nSitting down in his office chair, still wearing his armor and heavy wizard robes, Sharon raised his glass to Marshall before taking a small sip.\n\n\"You may have heard rumors that I am a man of adventure and patron of excitement, but; each man eventually reach a point where all the excitement in their life simply becomes too much.\" Sharon said jokingly, before leaning back in his large leather chair.\n\"I think I am at that point right now.\"\n\nSharon said, before tilting his head to stare out across his room. It was still rather gloomy in the office, as Frederick had only managed to light half of the candles. The High Elf moved his free hand up to his chin, rubbing his jaw with his glove as he gazed into the air with a thoughtful look on his face.\n\n\"I... don't think this is the official cult. I think they are ex members.\" The High Elf pondered, turning his head back to Marshall.\n\"My brother left the Scourge after the Lich King's fall. I doubt he's still serving his dead king's incorporeal spirit or something like that. I know he's definitely recruiting... \"\n\n\"We killed one of the cultists.\" Richard said, sitting with one leg over the corner of Sharon's desk.\n\"He was one of my men. Or, he had been. I thought him dead for a long time, until he suddenly showed up in a heretical ritual chamber beneath the city.\"\n\n\"Ah, yes. The place.\" Sharon said, suddenly remembering Marshall's original question.\n\"In the sewer beneath the Old District. We found a room. Ritual markers and animal bones all over. It looked more like a place of teaching rather than to build an actual army. It seemed like class was already over when we had arrived.\"\n\n\"Smart of your brother to use animal bones.\" Greymoon stated, downing his glass of wine before moving a hand up to stroke his white beard.\n\"People would be asking questions if bodies started disappearing from the graveyard. Nobody would suspect anything if someone bought some of the remains from a butcher shop. It's the season after all, plenty of fresh animal carcasses around this time of the year.\"", "username": "Sinerathin", "char_name": "Sharon Daerin'Lei" }, { "text": "\"Hrrrmph\" Marshall grunted irritably, showing no interest in proclaiming his admiration for the tactics of cultists. The old man glared at Graymoon, giving him a sharp look. \"How many of your men have you lost, man?\"\n\n\"I confess myself to be unclear on the exact numbers….but upwards of fifty, at the last count\" Graymoon responded darkly, already deep into the cup that Frederick had handed him. \"The five that accompanied me today are definitely dead, but the others…I am not sure, although I always assumed…\"\n\n\"—in any case, if this brother of yours is the recruiter, then the priority should be to hunt him down and destroy him\" Marshall proclaimed to the room at large. The man scowled at Sharon, but a small spark of something that could possibly be fleeting approval showed in his eyes. \"You did well to find their base of operations at least, Dal'dieb. I assume you purged the room of all vile traces? Destroyed their pentacles? Sanctified it to the Light?\"\n\n*\n\nDownstairs, Marshalls assistant was making a hasty exit from the ugly scene at the atrium, down one of the many corridors in Sharons mansion when a door in the wall creaked open and a dark shadow lunged, grabbing the hapless girl by the wrist and pulling her into the servant passage as the door shut behind her with a quiet click.\n\n\"Shhhh!\"\n\n\"Oh hi, Li\"\n\nThe other said amicably, whereupon Liaena dropped her hand to frown up at her. Despite there not being the vast disparity there was between Liaena and the Night Elves, she was a good inch shorter than the other girl. \"I need you to help me out with something. Come on\"\n\n\"Oh. Okay\"\n\n*\n\nUpstairs in the corridor outside Sharons room, a door flush with the wall creaked open and Liaena spilled out, dragging Kathlin along by the sleeve as she took a quick look around for Night Elves and then made a bee-line for Sharons room. Shutting the bedroom door behind both of them, she locked it before heading straight to the wardrobe. Bowls of warm water and towels were already set out, courtesy of Frederick.\n\n\"Wow…\" Kathlin mumbled as she took slow backward steps into the room, the better to take everything in. \"Li, your boyfriend has a really nice house. A really, really,*really*…\"\n\n\"Would you please focus!?\"\nLiaena snapped as she pulled two identical sets of navy robes off hangers and threw them onto the bed, to which Kathlin turned around and smiled at her. \"Oh sorry. How have you been?\"\n\n\"What? Fine.\" Liaena responded confusedly as she started to strip out of her filthy clothing, pulling the chainmail shirt off for it to land with a loud clank on the floor. \"Now listen. I need you to*be*me for just a little while\"\n\n\"…that sounds unhealthy\"\n\n\"Shut up. I have a potion that'll make you look just like me, so all you need to do is wear my clothes and sit in that room with the Night Elves until I get back\" Liaena retorted as she produced a small vial out of her bag for inspection. \"See? You're going to be my alibi\"\n\n\"….right\" Kathlin mumbled as she took the vial and held it up to the light. The insides were pitch black and slightly translucent as shimmery bits floated around within the glass. \"An alibi for what?\"\n\n\"Gngh. There's an elf with a black cloak in there, and she's got something that I want back. It's important\" Liaena chewed on the inside of her cheek before responding finally. Washing herself down as rapidly as possibly from the basins that Frederick had left, she dunked her head in the water to claw out the dried on gunk before coming out again dripping. \"So, will you do it?\"\n\n\"Sure!\" the girl responded cheerfully, before immediately throwing the vial a dubious look as though she was already regretting her rash decision. \"Although Li….how long does this last?\"\n\n\"Uh\" Liaena was already rummaging in her wardrobe to produce a similar looking satchel, taking a few vials out of her own to populate it. Pulling one of the sets of blue robes over her head, she gave the other girl an isn't-it-obvious-look as her head popped out of the collar. \"…Till you take an antidote?\"\n\n\"And you**have**an antidote?\"\n\n\"Yes!\"\n\n\"…..\"\n\n\"I have an antidote, and it's *even*been tested\" Liaena said sniffily after a few seconds of being on the receiving end of a sceptical look. \"And what would be so bad about being me forever anyway?\"\n\n\"Your grades are terrible. When will you be back then?\"\n\n\"Uhh….soon\" Liaena said carefully, already edging away towards the door. \"Ohhh, and…could I have some of your hair, too?\"\n\n\"….\"\n\n**\"why?\"**\n\n\"nothing-major-I-won't-commit-any-crimes-with-it-honest-thanks-so-much-kind-of-in-a-hurry-right-now!\" Liaena gabbled as she leaned forward, plucked out a hair and set off rapidly towards the door. \"I'll-see-you-later-you'll-do-great-lock-the-door-behind-me-byeeeeee!\"\n\n\"but…\"\n\n*click*", "username": "Feychild", "char_name": null } ]
"Hmm... nooo, I'm afraid not..... " Sharon answered slowly, placing his glass back on the table as he leaned further behind in his chair and holding his fingers together over his chest. "We lacked the personnel capable of performing such a rite of cleansing. After we took the unholy artifacts, we simply left it. The room is still cursed." Sharon leaned his head back to gaze up at the glass window above him. " ... unless the guard somehow found their way into the sewer from the street, and called in some priests... which, given the size of the sewer, is unlikely. Either way, I plan to write a letter of the Church of Light in hope that they might send someone to purge the place. Perhaps with your signature in the letter, it will be processed much quicker too?" The High Elf said as his azure eyes returned to Marshall once more, throwing the old man a suggestive look as he motioned at some paper and an open envelope lying on his desk in between them. "However, I do not think my brother will continue any operations in the area. He will know it to be compromised." --- "Call me 'Sweetheart' one more time, and I swear will eat you!" "By the light, woman; take it easy!" Donald called back, before pausing for a moment to think. " ... unless, you meant it some other way... " *"Damn it, Donald! Your job is to get out of this mess, not roll yourself into another mess with this woman!"* "Alright, alright... I'm sorry. We must have come out on the wrong foot. Let us start over again!" Donald quickly explained, holding out his arms as he looked up at Shani. "My name is Donald. I live in the Trade District. I help mister La Fraln keep his cheese shop. I am... also a sword enthusiast! I have a small collection back home." ... Donald stared up at Shani's face, and the Night Elf stared back, clearly not impressed or moved by his little introduction. The assassin couldn't for the life of him understand why. She obviously didn't like him, so why not let him go? Or did she like him, but simply played hard to get? Or maybe the Night Elf was simply experiencing a strong sense of ambivalence, and she didn't like him but was not able to fully let go of him either? Nothing made sense anymore! "Ahem, and... your name?" Donald requested, staring up at Shani's large face as he was unsure how to continue. *"This is why I should stick to women who aren't purple and aren't taller than me... "*
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Sinerathin
Sharon Daerin'Lei
Race: High Elf Age: 235 Description: 190 cm tall. Fairly slim figure, and physically fit. By human standards, he appears to be in his 20s. White skin with a slight tanned tone. His eyes are deep arcane blue with a mystical elven magical tint. His hair is blonde and flows to his neck. Usually clean shaved. Biography: A scholar and academic by profession. Sharon was born in Quel'Thalas, where he was raised. He traveled often and visited the human lands of Lordearon and its surrounding kingdoms, and even sometimes the dwarves during his travels. His academic career started in his homeland of Quel'Thalas, but he became closely acquainted to the circles of Dalaran in the human kingdom to the south, where he became a professor and spent his time tutoring students and delving deeper into the mysteries of the arcane arts together with his fellow colleagues. Besides his work in academia, he also lived a materialistic life of extravaganza and debauchery. His life changed with the outbreak of the Third War, as the Scourge lay waste to the great northern kingdoms, including his own Quel'Thalas, turning the continent's most sophisticated civilization into a lifeless graveyard. During the undeath onslaught, with his kingdom shattered and the human and elven armies ruined, Sharon choose to help the human resistance in their struggle for survival and in aiding refugees escape the all consuming legions of the damned, and followed them south. The conflict permanently changed Sharon; the exposure to the sheer horrors and mindless brutality of the Scourge had been a humbling experience and a wakeup call. Having lost his home, and with the vast majority of his friends and family now dead, he devoted much of his time to helping the denizens of Stormwind, and joined the Silver Covenant as he pursued the reconstruction of Dalaran. Even after the the magical city of Dalaran was completed, Sharon choose to remain in Stormwind. Part in due to financial difficulties, and partly because he never could feel quite at home in Dalaran after its first ruination. But even then he often visited the city, to give lectures and share his studies and findings with fellow colleagues, much like he had done before the war.
[ { "text": "Marshall glowered back, looking none too happy at Sharon's answer in the negative. \"You put a lot of faith in this 'brother' of yours' caution. He was bold enough to walk right into the capital of this land to put some petty grudge to bed, I gather\"\n\nPulling his chair forward to eye the parchment closely, Marshall scowled at it as he considered Sharons request. \"It…is the Church's responsibility, to purge evil, and protect the sancity of its citizens. Fine, Dal'dieb. I'll write you your letter. The Cathedral should know of the scale of the danger, anyway\"\n\nPicking up the parchment, Marshall stood up from his chair in his way of signalling the audience was over. \"I have a girl with me who can run back to the Cathedral. Or…you can send it in that new mailing system. Whichever\"\n\n*\n\n\"You and I have some unsettled business.\"\n\n\"…So I gather\" Kathlin mumbled as she backed away from Janessa uneasily. The Night Elf didn't appear to be in any hurry to follow her, with the one that seemed to be charge of the tournament still taking bets – all universally in favour of Janessa – from the excited crowd. A second organiser, one that seemed to have worked out the obvious financial implications of what was going on, was hurriedly scrawling up odds of the fight across the wall behind them. From that, Kathlin gathered that her percentage chance to win insofar as Night Elves were concerned was 'Infinity + 1 to 1'. None of the elves actually betting seemed to have noticed that.\n\n*\"So, I guess I'm Li. So what would Li do?...\"*\n\nKathlin glanced down at the satchel she was wearing slung across her body. \"Potions are**Cheating**!\" screamed out one of the elves clutching a betting slip immediately, and Kathlin turned to give her a dubious look.\n\"Hey. You could also say that the way she's twice my size, is cheat—\"\n\n\"BEGIN!\"\n\n*\"Oh crap\"*\n\nJanessa jumped up in the air, blowing a few kisses to her 'fans' before starting to storm towards the small girl, fists raised. Kathlin reached out a hand, and suddenly the elf was a couple of inches raised off the table, floating in the air. Still sliding rapidly forward from her own momentum and having lost all friction and contact to arrest her movement or even turn, Kathlin backed hurriedly out of her line of trajectory as Janessa slid past her with a scream of rage and straight off the table, rapidly losing altitude to vanish from view and presumably crash into a Night Elf or a wall somewhere.\n\n\"……..\"\n\nThe cheerful merriment and noise surrounding the table ended very abruptly as Kathlin looked around at her audience nervously. Many of the night elves, mostly those that had bet against her, looked annoyed. Others looked amused. One lone elf looked as though Christmas had come early for her as she inched slowly towards the 'pro-Jannessa' pot of gold.\n\n\"Uhhhh…so, does that mean I win, or something?\"", "username": "Feychild", "char_name": null }, { "text": "\"Begin!\"\n\n*\"Destroyer mode engaged! Target acquired. Terminate petty humie!\"*\n\nA light flashed across Janessa's eyes as the match was initiated, and she stormed forward like a hurricane towards the puny Kat-Liaena standing in her wake. But as the winds of destruction that was the green haired Janessa came closer to her defenseless prey, Janessa was confused to suddenly realize that her feet were no longer touching the ground beneath her.\n\n*\"WHAT!?\"*\n\nFlying past Kat-Liaena, Janessa flew like a bullet off the table.\nOne of the spectating elves wearing a bizarre blue dress quickly stepped to the side to avoid being hit by the tiny, flying torpedo.\n\n*\"Thank Elu,- OH NOOO!\"*\n\nHowever, what had looked like a stroke of luck, however small, soon took a turn for the worse as Janessa saw past the elf and realized that she was now heading straight for Naliyah's big, purple and round ass instead!\nJanessa began to frantically frail her arms around in an attempt to brake, but it was all for naught as she continued to speed forward!\n\n**\"AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH!**\"\n\n\"Aww, moi little Ridi-bidi... \" Naliyah whispered playfully to Rithrynn as she clung to her like an anchor, unwittingly arching her ass outwards at the same time to welcome the flying Janessa.\n\"You are so funny when you are sh,-**Ooooh**hh!\"\n\nNaliyah suddenly let out a deep gasp as Janessa flew straight in between her buttocks, and right up deep into her ass! Rithrynn quickly used the opportunity to escape Naliyah's iron embrace, just as Naliyah slumped right down on her butt in front of her with a thud and with a rather surprised yet delighted look on her face.\n\nBack at the table, shocked looks were passed between Kat-Liaena, and Naliyah's butt, with no sign of Janessa anymore. A piercing silence had fallen over the table, as they eventually turned their attention back to the remaining Kat-Liaena who was standing on the table, looking up at her quiet audience. Dark looks fell down onto Kat-Liaena from every direction, except for a careful clap from the only Night Elf who had bet on her.\n\nIn an effort to retain her professionalism, the ringmaster finally broke the silence as she carefully spoke.\n\n\"Uhm... since Janessa was thrown out of the ring. The winner... is the human... \"\n\nStill throwing Kat-Liaena an astonished look, the ring master didn't even notice as the sentinel who had won the bets slowly walked over to her and emptied both of the bowls of money into her own purse.\n\n\"Li!\" It suddenly sounded from outside the crowd, as a rather shocked and confused Rithrynn approached the table. Spotting 'Liaena', standing shrunk and alone on the table between all the Night Elves, Rithrynn seemed unable to formulate a single word. After gawking at Kat-Liaena for a good couple of seconds, Rithrynn's arm suddenly swooped down and grabbed Kat-Liaena, only to carry her away from the table in her hand as she looked down at her.\n\n\"What are you doing here?!\"\n\nIn an attempt to cheer up her patrons again, the Ringmaster suddenly raised the bowls yet again, to loudly announce \"Next match starts in two minutes. Thali against Vanesssa, make your bets, ladies!\"", "username": "Rithy", "char_name": "Rithrynn Syn'Dial" } ]
"I do not think sending it with your assistant would be safe." Greymoon quickly commented as he threw a concerned look between Sharon and Marshall. "The assassins could be watching our very gates without us knowing it." Sharon gazed over to his friend, whom Frederick was already working on serving a second glass to. The High Elf agreed on Greymoon's concerns that it was too dangerous to send a lone girl to carry the message. She would be a too easy target for the assassins, and they would be needlessly jeopardizing her life. "What do you suggest then, Richard?" "I can take the letter myself." Greymoon stated, gently pulling on his white bird with a clever look on his face. "If the assassins wanted me dead, I would have been dead already after all. I can deliver the letter to the Cathedral myself." "There is no guarantee they won't change their mind, Mister Greymoon. You hope understand that, do you?." Frederick commented dryly, wrinkling his eyebrows at Greymoon who looked back at the butler. "I doubt they'd change their mind that soon." Greymoon chuckled cheerily. "I have yet to do anything to piss off that deranged brother of yours, Sharon. No offense." "None taken." Sharon replied with a smirk, before turning to Marshall. "Take your time with the letter, Marshall. I doubt Lord Greymoon will be leaving immediately." "Indeed. I will wait until the morning, until it becomes brighter. Do you have a room that I could borrow in the meantime, Sharon?" At the last question, Sharon became completely silent. Moving a hand up to his head, he rubbed his cheek as he turned to Frederick. "Do we have an available guest room that our... exotic guests haven't already occupied?" "The attic suite in the north eastern wing, top floor. Short of the roof patrols outside the windows, it is virtually free of our purple friends." Frederick answered almost immediately in his usual calm manner. "Shall I prepare it for Lord Greymoon?" "That'd be swell, buddy." Greymoon smiled, raising Frederick a toast before looking back at Sharon. "I like a good view." Sharon chuckled softly, but suddenly the men in the room became quiet as they realized the voices and shouts from below became dimmer. A moment of suspicion occurred in the room, as if they feared something had gone horribly wrong, before the voices and laughter once again resumed and the men went back to ease. "What the hell are they doing?" Greymoon asked with a light chckle, and Sharon gently shook his head. "Don't know. Don't care. Short of setting the room on fire, there's not anything they can destroy down there." Sharon said with a self confident smile as he raised his glass. "Wouldn't it been easier to just hire ordinary mercs, don't you think?" Greymoon asked, throwing Sharon an odd look. "Maybe... " The High Elf said thoughtfully as he sat in his chair, looking back up at Greymoon who sat on the edge of the desk. "But the Night Elves are cheaper. All they need is free food and drink. I call it good business." "What about little Miss Rune? Does she approve of the elves using your house as a club house? ... not that it hasn't been before?" "Well... " Sharon paused, biting his lips as he spent a few seconds thinking about just how he was going to formulate his answer to Greymoon's question about Liaena. Eventually, Sharon tilted his head to the side in his chair as he gazed back at the elderly noble with a smirk. "She has a few objections, but... ultimately, I think she will understand. After all, she is best friend with one of the Night Elves. What is the worst that could happen?"
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Sinerathin
Sharon Daerin'Lei
Race: High Elf Age: 235 Description: 190 cm tall. Fairly slim figure, and physically fit. By human standards, he appears to be in his 20s. White skin with a slight tanned tone. His eyes are deep arcane blue with a mystical elven magical tint. His hair is blonde and flows to his neck. Usually clean shaved. Biography: A scholar and academic by profession. Sharon was born in Quel'Thalas, where he was raised. He traveled often and visited the human lands of Lordearon and its surrounding kingdoms, and even sometimes the dwarves during his travels. His academic career started in his homeland of Quel'Thalas, but he became closely acquainted to the circles of Dalaran in the human kingdom to the south, where he became a professor and spent his time tutoring students and delving deeper into the mysteries of the arcane arts together with his fellow colleagues. Besides his work in academia, he also lived a materialistic life of extravaganza and debauchery. His life changed with the outbreak of the Third War, as the Scourge lay waste to the great northern kingdoms, including his own Quel'Thalas, turning the continent's most sophisticated civilization into a lifeless graveyard. During the undeath onslaught, with his kingdom shattered and the human and elven armies ruined, Sharon choose to help the human resistance in their struggle for survival and in aiding refugees escape the all consuming legions of the damned, and followed them south. The conflict permanently changed Sharon; the exposure to the sheer horrors and mindless brutality of the Scourge had been a humbling experience and a wakeup call. Having lost his home, and with the vast majority of his friends and family now dead, he devoted much of his time to helping the denizens of Stormwind, and joined the Silver Covenant as he pursued the reconstruction of Dalaran. Even after the the magical city of Dalaran was completed, Sharon choose to remain in Stormwind. Part in due to financial difficulties, and partly because he never could feel quite at home in Dalaran after its first ruination. But even then he often visited the city, to give lectures and share his studies and findings with fellow colleagues, much like he had done before the war.
[ { "text": "Rithrynn threw a confused look down at Kat-Liaena.\n\nKat-Liaena seemed outright scared and uncomfortable, something that was not a usual sight for Liaena. Usually, Liaena's complete lack of any self-preservation instinct or regard for her own safety left her normally very untroubled. Yet in this moment, the intrepid girl was showing signs of fear all over.\nWhich was strange, as the only times Rithrynn had ever seen Liaena display any sense of fear or reason for that matter was when someone else's life; particularly Sharon's; was in danger. And reading from Liaena's body signs and her expression of fear, this could only mean two things.\n\n1. Sharon's life was in danger, and Liaena knew it.\nor\n2. Liaena was currently going on her wildest acid trip EVER following the unwise ingestion of a copious and ludicrous amount of home-made potions and chemicals.\n\n*\"She'll be dead before she is even thirty... \"*\n\nEventually though, Rithrynn suddenly picked up on Kat-Liaena's silent suggestion and motion through the room and towards Shani. Just in time to see Donald roll off her knee, where the assassin barely managed to dive under the chair before the steamroller that was Shani launched herself into the floor where he had been less than a second ago.\n\n\"Uhm... \" Rithrynn said, yet paused for a moment as she followed the bizarre cat-and-mouse scene between Shani and the tiny assassin.\n\"She is supposed to be guardian our prisoner... \"\n\nRithrynn returned Kat-Liaena's own fear and worry with confusion as the sentinel scratched her own head, mentally trying to make sense of the whole scene.\n\nStanding close to the exit, Rithrynn suddenly saw the tiny figure of Donald appear from beneath a furniture; racing between bottles and plates to reach the exit to the room. Yet, in a quick action, Rithrynn suddenly lunged forward and stepped down on Donald's cloak: stopping him dead in his track and caused him to gag himself on his own cloak buckle.\n\n\"Shani, I got him! You can stop now!\" Rithrynn called out as she bent over to pick up the tiny assassin, holding him next to Kat-Liaena before she stared out across the room to see Shani, ramming at full speed towards the crowd around the tournament table where she had last seen Donald disappear.\n\n\" ... shani?\"\n\n...\n\n*CRASH*\n\n\"AAIIIIIIII\"\n\n*BANG*\n\n*CRACK*", "username": "Rithy", "char_name": "Rithrynn Syn'Dial" }, { "text": "Spying on the elves from the comparative safety of the servants passage, Liaena's eyes lit up as she watched Shani's epic fail, and the subsequent loss of Donald. Running along the passage to let herself out into the hall outside the noisy living room, she stole up to the door to lurk expectantly behind it.\n\nAnd lurked.\n\nAnd….lurked.\n\n\"Shani, I got him! You can stop now!\"\n\n\"……\"\n\n*\"….DAMMIT, Rithrynn!\"*\n\nThere were many torrents of abuse that the small human would have liked to hurl at the well-meaning elf as she pondered what to do next. Turning the handle, Liaena crouched down to hide herself behind the door as she took a furtive peek inside. Thankfully, most elves in the room were more preoccupied at staring at mess that Shani had made of the dinner table, including Rithrynn, who was standing just inside the door with her back to her.\n\n*\n\n\"Uhhhh….Hi\" Kathlin said uneasily as she looked over at Donald, who was being held in a pincer grip between Rithrynn's fingers, in a very similar position to herself. The hesitation was born out of a strong sense that she should say something, if only to remain in character, but a subsequent difficulty in finding common ground with a man she had recently observed getting eaten by a Night Elf.\n\n\"Look on the bright side. It could have been the other end?\"\n\nWhat Donald would have said to that was unknown, as at that moment Rithrynn felt a hand unexpectedly grasp her ankle. Lying on her stomach outside the room, Liaena had reached into the room to coil her fingers around Rithrynn's ankle, quietly lift her up and swing her foot around to send the Night Elf crashing to the floor with a squeal of surprise, mini-people flying everywhere with the incredibly inelegant landing.\n\nFree, Kathlin found herself dazed and sitting on the floor, only a foot away from where Donald had landed. Glancing over at Donald as the brawl Shani had caused went on behind them and chaos reigned supreme, the pair exchanged a single glance as they clambered to their feet, before turning to flee in opposite directions.\n\nFor Donalds part, freedom was so very close. Racing towards the door, it had even been left open, a small gap between door and frame beckoning invitingly as if it had been left just for him, as he crawled through…\n\nTo be snatched up and stuffed into an empty stocking, shaken down into the end of the makeshift 'sack' as Liaena tied a knot in the open end. Dumping the now angrily kicking and shaking stocking into her satchel, she bolted for the servants passage as though all the hounds of hell were after her, which in a certain sense indeed they probably were, slamming the door behind her and ramming home the rusty bolt.\n*\n\n\"Uh-oh\" Kathlin mumbled to herself quietly as she edged around the leg of an armchair, which under the current circumstances seemed to be the safest place she could find for herself for the moment. Picking up the satchel that Liaena had so carelessly thrown at her, she hurriedly thumbed through the contents, squinting at each label as she tried to make out the chicken-scratch writing. *\"Shrink antidote, antidote….why do you never have antidotes, Li?\"\n\n\"…..\"\n\n\"….although I apparently have enough TNT to take the room with me, if it comes to that\"*", "username": "Feychild", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Rithrynn watched with both horror and amazement as Shani plunged into the unsuspecting crowd around the tournament table, like a bowling ball heading on a royal strike.\nAs Shani crashed into them like a comet, Night Elves were pushed over like pins in a humanoid domino! The tournament table broke under the weight and collapsed, and tiny elves who had been participating in the tournament flew screaming in every direction. It had become a giant mess of purple limbs and ears, with curses and shouts echoing above.\n\n*\"Elune, what a mess… \"*\n\nYet, Rithrynn did not have much time to study the little disaster that Shani had created, before someone suddenly grabbed her foot and pulled it away from under her; resulting in her doing an impressively un-acrobatic dive face first into the floor!\n\n*CRASH*\n\n\"Owww…**who did that?!!**\" Rithrynn groaned as she pulled her face up from the floor, rubbing her forehead. Fortunately for her, the room was properly covered with carpets that had cushioned her fall, some of which had been scavenged from other parts of Sharon's house by her warband with or without his consent.\nRithrynn snarled as she stared angrily around to find the joker who had sent her to the floor, but saw no one behind her. Instead, she saw that the mess that Shani had started had managed to evolve into an unregulated brawl and free-for-all match!\n\nThe fight had quickly grow to encompass more than half the living room. At least half a dozen more sentinels had been embroiled in the growing brawl, either from being hit by stray punches, objects or flying elves.\nPunches, wrestling movies, furniture and art decorations were all used as weapons in the fight, where no holds were barred!\n\nOne Night Elf gracefully dodged an incoming blow from one of her sisters, to quickly come back with a leg sweep and send her on her back. But the victory was short lived as out of nowhere, another Sentinel cannonballed into her and sent them both into the wall!\nNaliyah, who had previously been enjoying the struggle of Janessa in her rear, had become aware of the fighting in the room all around her, not to mention how everyone were busy with the giant fight in the room, something that usually tended to demand your attention. But what caught most of her attention was a small sentinel running for cover from the 'giants' fighting overhead, before taking a quick refuge behind Naliyah.\nA sly smirk suddenly forming on her face, as Naliyah slowly raised herself up into the air. The tiny elf was in the middle of catching her breath, before she noticed that a shadow was forming around her. Gaining a puzzled look on her face, she gazed up to see what it was – only to gasp before Naliyah's large butt slumped right down over her, reverberating as it crashed down on the carpet.\n\"Hihi, scooore!\" Naliyah giggled to herself as she pumped her fist, wriggling her butt around triumphantly.\n\nThe few Night Elves who had not been pulled into the fight so far, were either huddling together in the corners or still snoring blissfully away on the floor, unaware of the fight going on above them, or the fact they were being used as make-shift fight mattresses. One of them was gracefully dancing through the fight while also balancing her wine goblet, avoiding one fight after another, and ducking down just in time to avoid a flying chair that passed over her!\n\nRithrynn looked around, and suddenly realized that the two shrunk humans she had been holding were gone!\n\n*\"Oh no, where are they?!\"*\n\nRithrynn quickly rolled over to see if she hadn't accidentally fallen on them, but there was no disheveled Liaena or Donald on the floor under her or stuck to her belly.\nScanning the room around her, she looked for any clues. It was total chaos in the room, she couldn't leave a tiny Liaena on her own!\nCursing herself, Rithrynn began to crawl around the room on all four, moving between the legs of the fighting sentinels as she searched for the tiny figure of Kat-Liaena behind wine bottles or the beneath furniture, while simultaneously ducking and avoiding any flying objects or sisters.\n\n\"**Liiii, where are you**?!\"", "username": "Rithy", "char_name": "Rithrynn Syn'Dial" } ]
"Not again!" Donald cried out as he was suddenly snatched away, and stuffed into a glorified sock. Tumbling to the bottom, the assassin spouted out curses and swear words on his way down. This was the third time he had been captured.*In just one day*! For a supposedly masterful assassin, thief and rogue like himself, it was nothing short of outrageous! Professional had standards, yet now, any level of quality or professionalism that Donald had established throughout his career was quickly being abolished by one stroke of bad luck followed by another! "This can't be happening, grrrllwwll!" Donald sneered to himself while grinding his teeth together, before shuffling around in an attempt to sit in a somewhat upright position in the stocking. He had no idea who his captor was this time. The stockings were partly see-through, but they were moving in a dark corridor, with the stocking jingling from side to side which made it hard to identify his kidnapper. Yet, who would steal him from the Night Elves? Admittedly, it was not the first time in the day that he had been snatched from one enemy by another. The first one being from his ex-employer Sherpa, by the Night Elves. But who would risk life and limb to snatch him from the Night Elves? Was this the day all his enemies had decided to go at him simultaneously, but halfway through got into an argument about who was going to have the right to kill him? Was that why he seemed to be going from one pair of hands to another? "Look," Donald called out from the stockings. "I don't know who you are or for what you're pissed off for, but if you intend to kill me, why not do it now and make it quick? Being constantly kidnapped is getting real tedious!" --- Up above in Sharon's study, Richard and Sharon became quiet as they listened to the ruckus downstairs. "Do they ever sleep?" Greymoon asked while taking a sip from his glass. Sharon sat in his chair, and merely rolled his eyes across the roof as the High Elf let out a sigh. "I believe they sleep on rotation. That would be the best and most efficient way to torture me and my neighbors... " "So you do care about your neighbors then, heh?" " ... only when they file complaints to the city guard."
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Sinerathin
Sharon Daerin'Lei
Race: High Elf Age: 235 Description: 190 cm tall. Fairly slim figure, and physically fit. By human standards, he appears to be in his 20s. White skin with a slight tanned tone. His eyes are deep arcane blue with a mystical elven magical tint. His hair is blonde and flows to his neck. Usually clean shaved. Biography: A scholar and academic by profession. Sharon was born in Quel'Thalas, where he was raised. He traveled often and visited the human lands of Lordearon and its surrounding kingdoms, and even sometimes the dwarves during his travels. His academic career started in his homeland of Quel'Thalas, but he became closely acquainted to the circles of Dalaran in the human kingdom to the south, where he became a professor and spent his time tutoring students and delving deeper into the mysteries of the arcane arts together with his fellow colleagues. Besides his work in academia, he also lived a materialistic life of extravaganza and debauchery. His life changed with the outbreak of the Third War, as the Scourge lay waste to the great northern kingdoms, including his own Quel'Thalas, turning the continent's most sophisticated civilization into a lifeless graveyard. During the undeath onslaught, with his kingdom shattered and the human and elven armies ruined, Sharon choose to help the human resistance in their struggle for survival and in aiding refugees escape the all consuming legions of the damned, and followed them south. The conflict permanently changed Sharon; the exposure to the sheer horrors and mindless brutality of the Scourge had been a humbling experience and a wakeup call. Having lost his home, and with the vast majority of his friends and family now dead, he devoted much of his time to helping the denizens of Stormwind, and joined the Silver Covenant as he pursued the reconstruction of Dalaran. Even after the the magical city of Dalaran was completed, Sharon choose to remain in Stormwind. Part in due to financial difficulties, and partly because he never could feel quite at home in Dalaran after its first ruination. But even then he often visited the city, to give lectures and share his studies and findings with fellow colleagues, much like he had done before the war.
[ { "text": "As Rithrynn was crawling along the floor, she suddenly heard the tiny voice of Kat-Liaena while she was lifting up a goblet to see if the tiny human hadn't been trapped under it.\n\n\"Li!?\"\n\nRithrynn immediately spun around, almost slamming her face into the knee of one of the sentinels battling overhead. Identifying the voice as coming from a passed out Night Elf some further ahead, Rithrynn quickly swooped towards it across the floor.\n\n\"Li! Don't worry, I'm coming!\" Rithrynn said as she suddenly grabbed the sleeping Night Elf, and lifted her up from the floor to look under her.\n\n\"I'm here!\"\n\n\"Where?\"\n\nSeeing no Kat-Liaena under her, Rithrynn let go of the Night Elf: dropping her and allowing her to slump back down on the carpet with a crash. Yet the reverberation of the collision made Kat-Liaena fall from her little perch on the Night Elf's ear, and drop down on to the carpet.\nAs she was in the process of opening the sleeping Sentinel's mouth to look for Liaena there, Rithrynn suddenly spotted the tiny Kat-Liaena on the floor and immediately stopped.\n\n\"Li!\"\n\nPicking Kat-Liaena up, Rithrynn exclaimed cheerfully to the tiny human.\n\n\"Hah, I found you,- OFFFFHH!\"\n\nHowever, the small triumph was cut short as two Night Elves caught in a wrestling match fell over and landed right on top of Rithrynn. Letting out a gasp, Rithrynn held her hand with Kat-Liaena as far as possible away from her as she herself was caught under a giant heap of shouts, limbs and grunts.\n\n\"Oww, aw,-\"\n\n\"**WHAT IS GOING ON HERE?!**\"\n\nSerphia's loud voice suddenly boomed through the room, and as it did; it was as if time stood still. All the fighting and quarreling ceased within the blink of an eye, and all the Night Elves in the room froze in their current positions to gaze back towards the entrance of the room. There stood Serphia, still wet from her bath, with towels wrapped around her body and hair. She glared out across the room like a Hawk, before her eyes eventually stopped at Shani who was trapped between three other sentinels.\n\n\"Shani, what is the meaning of this?! Where is the prisoner?\"\n\n\"Uhm, mistress... you see... \" Shani mumbled. The three sentinels around her; who had previously looked as if they had been ready to beat her up and with fists at the ready; immediately dispersed away from the target of their Captain's ire, leaving Shani on her own.\n\n\"I had him just a moment ago, but... theniputhimonafloorandafightbrokeoutandpleasedon'tkillme!\" Shani said, trembling in fear before her Captain. She would rather have taken the beating from her fellow sentinels rather than be in her current position. Heck, even Janessa was in a better position than her right now!\n\nAn eerie silence fell over the room, as Serphia glared down at her; struck with disbelief as if the Captain had a hard time understanding what it was she had just heard.\n\n\"**You LOST him?!**\" Serphia said, before her arm shot out like a cannon to grab Shani by her torso.\n\"**You lost the prisoner?! I CAN'T BELIEVE IT! THIS IS THE SECOND PRISONER LOST IN JUST TWO DAYS!**\"\n\nShani's face had turned white as snow, looking even more terrified than the time she had been possessed by the banshee.\nHer mouth was open, as if she was trying to speak; but nothing but air came out of it as it moved around.\n\nLooking as if she was about to explode, Serphia gazed back down at Shani with a look that would have destroyed the souls of lesser creatures.\n\n\"Gather the watchers and search the entire house! Scour every little wall, every little cranny and corner. I want the attic, basement, and every single room searched!\" Serphia barked down at Shani, whom merely nodded frantically up and down in return with a horrified expression of her face.\n\"You've been a pain my ass, and I swear by the goddess; if you do not find the prisoner, that's where you'll end up!\"\n\nDropping Shani as if she was a bag of potatoes, Serphia turned to the rest of the living room.\n\n\"The rest of you, I want a complete search and cleanup of this level before any festivities continue. But, if you do find the prisoner, I promise I'll make the High Elf that owns this house give you double meals!\"\n\n...\n\n\"And wine.\"\n\nWith the last sentence, a cheer suddenly appeared from the rest of the sentinels, before the ones who were not knocked out yet immediately ran off to begin searching and shuffling away broken furniture and bottles strewn across the room. Shani on the other hand shambled to get back on her feet, still shaken by her talk with the Captain before she ran out of the room to collect the rest of her watchers as if her world was about to end!\nAs the first of the two wrestling sentinels finally got off Rithrynn, Rithrynn gasped for air before throwing Kat-Liaena an annoyed look.\n\n\"All the things I do for you... \" She mumbled, before letting her face fall down onto the carpet, letting out a groan of discomfort when the last sentinel who was lying on top of her used her as support in the process of getting up with her elbow.\n\n\" ... you owe me!\"", "username": "Rithy", "char_name": "Rithrynn Syn'Dial" }, { "text": "Walking along the secret passage as her footsteps kicked up small clouds of dust, Liaena paused part of the way along it to check that Donald was still stuffed securely inside her sock and her bag, and to bring out a full vial, the liquid inside a distinct brownish-red hue. Taking a gulp, she braced herself against the wall with a gasp as she waited for the burning sensation spreading through her body to subside.\n\nWith a rattling of a rusty bolt and a few well-placed kicks, a trapdoor under a wicker mat in Sharon's greenhouse swung open and a human girl with an oval face, blue eyes and long copper-coloured hair climbed out of it. The navy robes she was wearing were noticeably short in the arm as she slammed the hatch shut behind her and made for the door.\n\nIn the middle of winter, the greenhouse looked sad and neglected (while in impeccable condition thanks to Frederick) and stood alone and largely ignored behind the mansion under a blanket of melting snow. Trekking through the snow in the garden and keeping a sharp lookout for any Night Elves sentries or sabre-tooths, Liaena made it to the boundary wall to clamber up and swing her leg over the top after a few false starts. Pulling herself up and over to hastily drop down the other side and land on the cobbled pavement, she fled off down the street without stopping to check for anyone observing or following her.\n\n*\n\n\"Yes. Alright\" Kathlin said cautiously, looking up at the big Night Elf who was currently looking very sorry for herself indeed. Not only was it clearly not a good idea to argue with her, but sitting entirely unharmed in the palm of Rithrynn's hand, the little girl tended to think that the Night Elf might have a point.\n\nGetting up to climb out of her hand, Kathlin walked carefully along the length of Rithrynn's arm to reach her head, the elf's face still buried deeply in Sharons soft-pile carpet. Apparently considering poking her ear before thinking better of it, the girl 'knocked' awkwardly on her head before speaking. \"Um. Thanks for looking out for me back there, by the way. You didn't have to….and I probably would have had a bit of a problem if you hadn't. I'm sorry about all of the trouble\"\n\nTaking a very hurried step back along her arm as the Night Elf reared her head back up; Kathlin had never felt less Li-ish as Rithrynn looked down at her. If felt like any moment like someone was going to point a finger at her and scream: 'imposter!', and with that came the strong suspicion that any conversations with this particular elf should be kept to an absolute minimum, before she inevitably failed to know something. \"Soooo…were you going to help your friends look for that man?\"\n\nGesturing vaguely at the elves all around them scouring the room, Kathlin looked back at Rithrynn to give her a nervous smile. \"You know…the free food and drinks…sounded quite popular\"", "username": "Feychild", "char_name": null } ]
As Liaena, disguised in the form of fake Kathlin, was running down the street; the blizzard outside was picking up. Yet through the loud wind, a faint, abnormal whistle could be heard, as a pair of bolas came flying out of nowhere from the thick storm! The twin metal balls tied together by a rope hit Liaena's legs right below her knees, where they stopped and wrapped themselves around the girl's legs; finishing the whole entrapment with a painful finisher as one of the metal balls smashed up into her knee cap. As Liaena fell to the ground, hamstrung and tied up at her feet; a hooded figure appeared in the corner of her eyes. Walking out of hiding from behind a wall was a black masked woman, with a black shawl around her neck and up to her nose beneath her hood. She was wearing some ragged leather vestments over some simple cloth and wool clothes, and a thick, gray cloak around her. Carassing a blackjack in her leather gloves, the woman walked towards 'Kathlin' lying on the ground before her. "Well, well, well.... aren't you a stroke of good luck? All by yourself on your lonesome?" The woman said, as the wind suddenly blew her hood back. The woman had a long, blonde hair running down to her neck, and bright, crystal blue eyes. It was Astrid Blacklake. Her right shoulder was still aching from the wound she had received earlier, but it had recovered to the point it was functional again. Yet the moment she had heard that Donald had been captured by the despicable High Elf, Sharon, and his crazed Night Elf companions, Astrid had wasted no time to get out of bed and rush spy on Sharon's house. Kneeling down in the snow next to Liaena, Astrid grabbed her by the back of her head to pull her face towards her to look at her. Studying 'Kathlin's' features, it was a brief moment of curiosity in Astrid's eyes before she spoke again. She had not seen this girl before... was it one of Sharon's servants? *"She came from his mansion so she obviously must have some kind of connection!"* "You are going to come with me, and we will have a talk; little girl. And then you can go home." Astrid said with a cold voice, gently moving some strains of Liaena's hair that had fallen in front of her face to the side with her blackjack. "But if you try to scream, or resist me in any other way; I will send you to the magical land of fairies and rainbows with a medium brain concussion. Do you understand?" Astrid sneered as she gave Liaena a warning look. Ideally, she would have just knocked this servant girl out to begin with and dragged her off the street. But she would rather avoid having to carry the girl with her to the nearest shelter, with her arm still weak and vulnerable. It was a pain she would rather avoid! She didn't know how long it would take for Sharon to notice that he was missing one of his girls. From what she had heard, he always had plenty. Surely it'd take him some extra time to notice if one of them were missing? Either way, all she needed to know was Donald's whereabouts and condition. Anything else was optional, so an interrogation shouldn't take long!
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Sharon Daerin'Lei
Race: High Elf Age: 235 Description: 190 cm tall. Fairly slim figure, and physically fit. By human standards, he appears to be in his 20s. White skin with a slight tanned tone. His eyes are deep arcane blue with a mystical elven magical tint. His hair is blonde and flows to his neck. Usually clean shaved. Biography: A scholar and academic by profession. Sharon was born in Quel'Thalas, where he was raised. He traveled often and visited the human lands of Lordearon and its surrounding kingdoms, and even sometimes the dwarves during his travels. His academic career started in his homeland of Quel'Thalas, but he became closely acquainted to the circles of Dalaran in the human kingdom to the south, where he became a professor and spent his time tutoring students and delving deeper into the mysteries of the arcane arts together with his fellow colleagues. Besides his work in academia, he also lived a materialistic life of extravaganza and debauchery. His life changed with the outbreak of the Third War, as the Scourge lay waste to the great northern kingdoms, including his own Quel'Thalas, turning the continent's most sophisticated civilization into a lifeless graveyard. During the undeath onslaught, with his kingdom shattered and the human and elven armies ruined, Sharon choose to help the human resistance in their struggle for survival and in aiding refugees escape the all consuming legions of the damned, and followed them south. The conflict permanently changed Sharon; the exposure to the sheer horrors and mindless brutality of the Scourge had been a humbling experience and a wakeup call. Having lost his home, and with the vast majority of his friends and family now dead, he devoted much of his time to helping the denizens of Stormwind, and joined the Silver Covenant as he pursued the reconstruction of Dalaran. Even after the the magical city of Dalaran was completed, Sharon choose to remain in Stormwind. Part in due to financial difficulties, and partly because he never could feel quite at home in Dalaran after its first ruination. But even then he often visited the city, to give lectures and share his studies and findings with fellow colleagues, much like he had done before the war.
[ { "text": "\"Oh, I have a place nearby where we can talk.\" Astrid explained with a smirk as her right arm moved up beneath her cloak to a piece of cloth hanging on her leather vest. Within the blink of an eye, there was little more than a glimmer of a steel blade before the rope around Liaena's legs had been severed with one quick motion by the assassin who was now holding a clean, curved pointed dagger, a weapon she had seemingly conjured out of nowhere.\n\nPulling the now expended bolas up from the ground and latching them onto her belt, she reached down to grab Liaena by her arm to pull her back up from the snow; letting out a slight grunt of discomfort as she had to use her shoulder.\n\n\"Don't worry, child. I won't take much of your time.\" Astrid said, attempting to reassure Liaena as she gave the human a pat on her shoulder. Positioning herself behind Liaena, her right arm with the dagger was right behind the girl.\nTurning Liaena away from the main street, the assassin began to lead the girl towards the side alley.\n\n\"*Astrid, is that you?*\" Suddenly came the muffled voice from the disheled Donald from the sock.\n\nThis immediately made Astrid pause for a moment, as the rogue looked instinctively from side to side in the street for the source of the voice; but there was nothing but empty windows and more falling snow for her to see.\n\n\"Did you say something? ... \"\n\nAstrid cast a curious look to Liaena, before smiling. Kathlin' merely turned her head halfway around to look back at her, the girl shrugging her shoulders.\n\n\"What did you say?\"\n\n\"Hm, nevermind.\" Astrid muttered, shaking her head a little before she continued to lead Liaena towards the back alley.\n\"Who's your mom and dad? Are they rich?\"\n\nShe asked, eyeing Liaena's necklace with a look of deep curiosity. Although it's exact origin eluded the assassin, she knew more than enough that the necklace far exceeded the wages of that of a common servant girl. It was a piece of jewelry she would not have expected to see anywhere else but on rich aristocrats, nobles or in the shelves of jewelry shops. The fact that it seemed to be of elven design was interesting, which in itself could add to its value.\n\nHad she just kidnapped an Upper Class girl?\n\n*\"If so, it would be some nice ransom money even if she has nothing to tell me.\"*", "username": "Sinerathin", "char_name": null }, { "text": "\"Fahl rath, where is the stupid thing!\"\n\nRithrynn muttered with an annoyed tone, just about to admit defeat in her search until she found the shrink potion amidst the smashed heap. Lifting it up to inspect the label, Rithrynn formed an annoyed grimace.\n\n\"Naliyah, do you have any idea where they put the antitode?\" Turning to look at Naliyah next to her, Rithrynn threw her an inquisitive look.\n\n\"Uhhh... maybe.\" Naliyah muttered, an innocent smile forming on her face. Reaching a hand up into her bosom, she suddenly retrieved a small, oval potion bottle with a bright blue liquid in it.\n\"This one?\"\n\n...\n\nRithrynn merely stared dumbfounded at Naliyah for a moment. It took zero amount of brain work to figure out why Naliyah would be in possession of the potion, and her obvious motives. What puzzled Rithrynn more though was why she hadn't thought about it sooner!\n\n\"Than,-\"\n\n\"Oh, wait!\" Naliyah suddenly said, quickly withdrawing the potion away from Rithrynn as Rithrynn reached forward to attempt to grab it.\n\"Aren't you going to thank me properly?\"\n\nNaliyah winked her eyesbrows playfully at Rithrynn as she held the potion behind her. Rithrynn's facial expression turned to stone for a moment, as she simply gazed back at Naliyah. Normally, this was the time when Rithrynn usually simply called quits and would walk away from the situation!\nHowever, she was currently holding Liaena; who needed that antidote! The thought of simply walking away and leaving Liaena shrunk crossed Rithrynn's mind, but as she cast a quick glance back down at Kat-Liaena, she remembered that she was after all in the process of trying to rebuild her tarnished ties with Liaena. And leaving Liaena shrunk and alone in a room full of big Night Elves would probably not garner her the most friend-points with the human.\n\n\"Elune help me!\"\n\nAfter a few seconds of mentally building up her courage, Rithrynn suddenly lunged forward and gave Naliyah a kiss on her lips, and making sure to retreat back in time before Naliyah could grab ahold of her!\n\n\"Awww, that's my Ri!\" Naliyah giggled, her smile growing by at least ten times! Rithrynn didn't say a word in return, yet gave Kat-Liaena clear death threats through stares alone should the human ever even think about saying anything about what had just transpired between the two elves!\n\"But, I'd like a trad,-\"\n\nBefore Naliyah could even finish the sentence, Rithrynn had already shoved the shrink potion into her other hand and grabbed the antitode in return! Naliyah smiled for a moment, before placing one hand on top of Rithrynn's shoulder as she stood up on her knee, grabbing a couple of broken wooden plates in her other arm.\n\n\"I'll just take this outside and then I'll be back, sweetie!\"\n\nNaliyah then stood up and swung around, before walking towards the exit of the room, letting her hips sway from side to side as she bounced her butt happily around.\n\nWhen Naliyah was sufficiently far enough away, Rithrynn, who had previously been petrified and as frozen as stone, suddenly began to move once more as she lowered the potion down to Kat-Liaena in her hand.\n\n\"Take this. And know what I sacrificed for it!\"\n\n*\n\nSentinel Ashei was trudging through the snow covered streets of Stormwind all by herself, traveling through the narrow streets of the mage district towards Sharon's house. Having turned the wounded guardsman in at the Cathedral a long time ago, Ashei had spent the majority of her time simply wandering through the streets of Stormwind, utterly lost in the maze of buildings and walkways.\n\nWhen it came to urban planning, she had long since made up her mind on that humans were dreadful at it!\n\nYet now finally the streets seemed to become more familiar. She was definitely on the right way, even if she didn't recognize the name on any of the signs or blocks! The snow had not done anything to make the whole trek any better, but the promise of finally returning to her rest of her warband and join the warm festivities kept her hopes up!\n\nBut as she was walking through a smaller archway under a large building that extended over the street, she suddenly overheard the voices of what sounded like two females further ahead, as she was just about to cross the corner around to see Astrid and Li-Kathlin!", "username": "Rithy", "char_name": "Rithrynn Syn'Dial" }, { "text": "\"Uh, no….\" Liaena said uneasily as she shuffled through the snow. Something about the rogues tone told her that claiming riches would be an extremely bad idea indeed, under the circumstances. \"My mom works at the Suckling Pig in the trade district. My dad went to war and never came back – ow!\"\n\nStumbling, the girl 'accidentally' swung her satchel into the ground – hard – as she fell to her hands and knees in the snowy ground. A few well placed punches followed under the guise of scrambling to her feet, just in case. \"S-sorry. My knee hurts\"\n\n\"Hey!\"\n\nLiaena froze in the midst of getting up, as did the woman behind her, as they both looked up at the large Night Elf that loomed over them. The elf in question looked cold, tired, and above all, pissed. \"You. I'm looking for a house belonging to a Sindorei Mage that's round here somewhere. Do you know where that is?\"\n\n\"…….\"\n\nNot taking her eyes off the Night Elf, Liaena carefully edged forward. The startled woman behind her did not move, and neither did the dagger. \"…would that be where Serphia Dei is?\"\n\n\"YES!\" Ashei's gaze sharpened instantly with interest, as the chance for finally getting out of the wintery hell that surrounded her appeared. \"You know her, human!?\"\n\n\"No, sorry….but my *friend*does\" Liaena said sweetly as she stepped out of the way between Ashei and Astrid, gesturing with all cheerful innocence towards the latter. \"She was just telling me about how she just came from that house, so you should probably talk to her\"\n\n*\n\n\"Okay\" Kathlin said meekly as the vial was thrust at her. A moment passed where Rithrynn shook the vial at the tiny girl impatiently, before finally realising the obvious size problems inherent in the situation and started to uncork it, grumbling quietly to herself.\n\nTipping it up so the liquid trembled on the rim, Kathlin managed to open her mouth and catch a drop as Rithrynn lowered it towards her. A moment later, she was her correct size again, landing hard on the floor as the Night Elf promptly dropped her. \"Uh, thanks. Again, I guess\"\n\n*\"I'm not even sure what I'm supposed to do now. Hopefully, Li won't be too long\"*\n\nFor lack of anything better to do, Kathlin bent down to right a chair that had been thrown across the floor, and then sat down on it. Reaching into the bag she was carrying (Rithrynn's eyes widened perceptibly) she produced – a book. Licking a finger before opening it at a marked page, she glanced carefully up at Rithrynn again. \"…I have a question\"\n\n\"….yeah?\"\n\nGlancing quickly at the exit that Naliyah had just left by, Kathlin looked up at Rithrynn again. \"what were the planks*for*?\"", "username": "Feychild", "char_name": null } ]
*"The bitch!"* Astrid's head snapped to Liaena, just as the Night Elf's gaze fell upon her. The dagger behind Liaena was already gently squeezing its tip against Liaena's back, needing only the slightest force to push through and penetrate through her clothes and skin. That damnable girl was trying to set her up! But stabbing the girl wouldn't do much good now. She was currently the center of attention for a big Night Elf towering in front of them. It would probably only make the situation*worse*. *"Where had she even come from?!"* Astrid groaned mentally at the fact the elf had surprised her. She had spent hours charting every patrol pattern and point of interest around the house. This Night Elf had seemingly come out of the blue from nowhere! What had begun as a brilliantly easy and managable kidnapping had quickly taken a turn for the worst as her luck had failed her yet again! "Noooo-no, no no no... " Astrid was quick to answer, patting Liaena endearingly on the top of her head. "You are mistaken, I don't know Sharon at all." With eyes shifting between Liaena and Ashei standing in front of her; Astrid suddenly realized that she was still wearing her mask, something that didn't help her make herself look any more inconspicuous. Quickly moving one hand up to the shroud around her lower face, she pulled it down so that the Night Elf could see her face, conjuring up a broad smile. "Though, I think you will find his house if you continue that way... " Astrid said as she raised her available hand up into the air, pointing with her thumb back at the street behind them from where Liaena had originally come from. Throwing an almost pleading look up at Ashei, the rogue prayed that the Night Elf would accept the direction and just move on!
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Sharon Daerin'Lei
Race: High Elf Age: 235 Description: 190 cm tall. Fairly slim figure, and physically fit. By human standards, he appears to be in his 20s. White skin with a slight tanned tone. His eyes are deep arcane blue with a mystical elven magical tint. His hair is blonde and flows to his neck. Usually clean shaved. Biography: A scholar and academic by profession. Sharon was born in Quel'Thalas, where he was raised. He traveled often and visited the human lands of Lordearon and its surrounding kingdoms, and even sometimes the dwarves during his travels. His academic career started in his homeland of Quel'Thalas, but he became closely acquainted to the circles of Dalaran in the human kingdom to the south, where he became a professor and spent his time tutoring students and delving deeper into the mysteries of the arcane arts together with his fellow colleagues. Besides his work in academia, he also lived a materialistic life of extravaganza and debauchery. His life changed with the outbreak of the Third War, as the Scourge lay waste to the great northern kingdoms, including his own Quel'Thalas, turning the continent's most sophisticated civilization into a lifeless graveyard. During the undeath onslaught, with his kingdom shattered and the human and elven armies ruined, Sharon choose to help the human resistance in their struggle for survival and in aiding refugees escape the all consuming legions of the damned, and followed them south. The conflict permanently changed Sharon; the exposure to the sheer horrors and mindless brutality of the Scourge had been a humbling experience and a wakeup call. Having lost his home, and with the vast majority of his friends and family now dead, he devoted much of his time to helping the denizens of Stormwind, and joined the Silver Covenant as he pursued the reconstruction of Dalaran. Even after the the magical city of Dalaran was completed, Sharon choose to remain in Stormwind. Part in due to financial difficulties, and partly because he never could feel quite at home in Dalaran after its first ruination. But even then he often visited the city, to give lectures and share his studies and findings with fellow colleagues, much like he had done before the war.
[ { "text": "\"Where have you two been?\" Sounded Falaani from the other side of the gate when she saw Rithrynn and Ashei approaching on the back of Nisha through the snow. Spotting the gatekeeper, Rithrynn put on a smile as she raised her hand.\n\n\"Lieutenant business, that's all. And I picked up Ashei on the way!\" Rithrynn explained as she jerked a thumb over her shoulder, pointing back at Ashei who stared past her head.\n\n\"You took your sweet time, Ash!\" Falaani commented as she fiddled with the keys and opened the gate, allowing Rithrynn and Ashei to pass through into Sharon's frozen gardens on their nightsaber.\n\"Did you meet a charming human on the way?\"\n\n\"Shut up.\" Ashei growled back at Falaani's mocking remark, throwing the smirking sentinel a dangerous look as they passed her. Dismounting from Nisha once they arrived at the grounds before the mansion, Rithrynn turned to look up at Ashei.\n\n\"Could you stable her?\" Rithrynn asked as she nodded her head towards Nisha. Ashei raised an eyebrow and was about to talk, but RIthrynn quickly stepped in before her.\n\" .... that's an order, by the way! Bye!\"\n\nRithrynn smiled, before quickly turning around and marched towards the house; leaving Ashei hanging in the start of her complaint as she merely stared after Rithrynn's cloak as she disappeared into the house through the front door.\nBeing Lieutenant, even if it was merely a temporary position; was something Rithrynn felt rather comfortable with. She could easily get used to having such powers....\n\n*\n\nArriving inside of the house, Rithrynn looked around. The atrium was empty, with the exception of the rows of weapon and armor left behind by the sentinels by the walls, and a lone Night Elf lying over a tilted chair, wearing nothing more than an undersized thong that was well on its way of being devoured by her butt. The living room sounded quiet by comparison to what it had been earlier during Donald's escape, yet that did not mean that it did not play host to its fair share of noise, laughter, shouts and occasional scream from the celebrating occupants.\n\nQuietly stepping through the atrium and to the stairs, Rithrynn headed up towards Sharon's office.\n\nUpon reaching the door, she stopped, carefully raising her hand as she threw a quick look in either direction to make sure that the corridor was empty; before violently bashing the bottom of her fist against the door, making it shake!\n\n***BANG*\n*BANG*\n*BANG***", "username": "Rithy", "char_name": "Rithrynn Syn'Dial" }, { "text": "Upon hearing Liaena's little scheme of 'barrowing' the payment from Rithrynn's loot, Doin burst into a bellowing laughter; with Frarn joining in in the background.\n\n\"Hah! That's the girl I remember from the Trade District!\" Doin almost shouted out as he pointed at Liaena, raising the girl yet another bottle that he had snuck from the nearby shelves.\n\"Yer a crafty devil! Though it be a most justified plot, if I'm a say meself so, heh!\"\n\nSmiling at Liaena, the two dwarves waited to talk again until their laughter had subsided. As the atmosphere in the room once again became lulled, Doin sat up in his chair as he leaned forward, gazing towards Liaena.\n\n\"But, if I may return to tha original question; what brings ye to us this hour'o tha night?\" Doin asked as he furrowed his brows at Liaena, secretly motioning for the girl to help him understand.\n\"Not that I mind the company; not at all! But I still dunnea what brought ye here, before we were interrupted by those maladroit fairies!\"\n\n---\n\nSharon, who had been fallen asleep on his chair; still wearing his armor and cloak from his earlier run through the sewer; suddenly snapped out of a light sleep as he sat up in his chair, awakened to a dimly lit room by the hammering on his door.\n\n*\"Light have mercy... did I fall asleep?\"*\n\nSharon muttered to himself as he managed to throw himself out of the chair and onto his feet, as he shambled towards the door. Rubbing some sleep out of his face, he straightened his hair to reach for the door handle; as the incessant hammering still continued.\n\n\"Alright, alright, I'm coming; I'm coming. No need to tear down the door!\" The High Elf said as he grabbed the handle and turned it around, before pulling the door to the side to look out into the corridor. However, it was not Friedrick's weathered old face he saw, like he had been expecting. Instead, he found himself staring right into Rithrynn's ample bosom. Taking a moment to realize this, Sharon quickly raised his head to gaze up at Rithrynn who was staring down at him.\n\n\"Rithrynn, I did not expect to see you here this late.\" Sharon said as he threw the Night Elf a slightly confused look, as he noticed that the Sentinel was alone as well.\n\"Is everything alright?\"", "username": "Sinerathin", "char_name": "Sharon Daerin'Lei" }, { "text": "Liaena, who had previously been chuckling along with the dwarves at her own joke, acquired a slightly defensive expression at Doins last question. \"Well....actually...\"\n\n\"....\"\n\n\"....would you prefer me to pretend I*don't*know about the people you've got locked in your bag?\" Kathlin enquired a trifle dryly, after the silence stretched a bit too long. \"Because it would be nice to know at least what you're going to do to them, if I do?\"\n\n\"....\"\n\n\"Eh. Okay, basically, those Night Elves that are supposed to be acting as Sharons bodyguards?\" Liaena deftly sketched finger quotations in the air as she looked over at those two dwarves. \"They smashed up a trap that some of the assassins tried to set for him, and managed to capture one of them to interrogate into the bargain. However, most of what's going on at the moment is none of their damn business, so I stole him, and we're going to have a word in a bit later. On the way over here another assassin tried to abduct me, so I ended up capturing her and she's in the bag as well. It all worked out surprisingly well...all things considered\"\n\nPondering her next words, Liaena gave the two dwarves a shrug. \"As to why I'm here....really, I just needed somewhere to crash, that wasn't infested with Night Elves. Well – when I say 'crash', that really wasn't supposed to be literal. This was*supposed*to be a low profile, under-the-radar visit. Unfortunately, Rithrynn can be a bit hard to shake at times. It's a bit like owning a really large, poorly house trained puppy\"\n\nKathlin eyed the satchel carefully, the bag which was now held securely in Liaena's arms. \"Do you think they can hear you?\"\n\n\"Probably\" Liaena replied unconcernedly as she also looked down at her bag. \"FYI – Stop trying to kidnap me. It really doesn't*work*, now does it?\"", "username": "Feychild", "char_name": null }, { "text": "\"Oh, no; no! Everything's fine!\" Rithrynn quickly replied to Sharon's concerned expression; eluding to the fact that Liaena had left the house; and swiftly conjuring up the most reassuring smile that she could give him. Leaning a little over him to peer into the room, noticing that it was empty; Rithrynn's eyes fell back down to Sharon.\n\n\"Mind if I come in?\"\n\nRithrynn asked, yet the Night Elf had already squeezed herself through the opening in the door and inside the room; pushing Sharon back inside as she entered before the High Elf could even have time to answer properly.\n\nStanding in the room, the Sentinel took a moment to gaze around in the dimly lit room. Given the Night Elves' natural affinity for darkness and superior night vision, the lack of lighting bothered her much less so than what it probably did the High Elf.\nMoving one leg behind the other, she used the back of her heel to close the door shut behind her. As they were finally alone, separated and removed from the noise in the rest of the house; Rithrynn's attention finally returned to Sharon. Walking over to the High Elf, Rithrynn grabbed him by his shoulders as she looked down at him with a look of almost unbridled glee as she smiled.\n\n\"I just wanted to talk to you, Shaw... \"", "username": "Rithy", "char_name": "Rithrynn Syn'Dial" }, { "text": "Sharon gazed back up at Rithrynn for a couple of moments, his eyes racing over happy features on her face.\n\nAlthough his old, natural instincts shouted out the obvious warning signs; the High Elf slowly nodded, before smiling back at Rithrynn.\n\n\"Of course,\" Sharon confirmed, making an attempt to move; yet Rithrynn's solid grip prevented him from doing much. Staring back at the Night Elf, Sharon eventually motioned towards a set of sofas and table at the side of the room.\n\"Why don't you find yourself a seat over there, and I will get some light up in this room? I really did not expect anyone at this hour.\"\n\n---\n\n\"If you hadn't been so damnable lucky with the appearance of that elf, you'd have been MINE!\" Sounded Astrid's angry voice from the bag as it shuffled around, much to Donald's discomfort as he was on the bottom.\n\nDoin furrowed his brow at the bag, intrigued by the unusual sight. There was a lot he did not know about Liaena, yet he learned something new everything he met her.\n\n\"Say'e, there shouldn't be annea problem with ye spendin' a night over. We got more rooms than we can fill, and we usually don't rent them out to just anybody; this being guild property and all.\" Doin finally said, giving Liaena a smile as he picked up his pipe.\n\"After all, the boss owe me some favors. I'll get ye tha finest room we have available!\"\n\n\"Hopefully without any overgrown fairies breaking in through the windows this time.\" Frarn mentioned jokingly as he walked up next to his father. However, the two dwarves paused as their eyes drifted over to Kathlin, in Liaena's form; who was currently standing in the room.\n\"Is that a friend of yours?\"\n\nDoin peered over to Kathlin, before chuckling.\n\n\"I'm pretty sure she is, son. After all, who in their right mind would ever trust their own image in the hands of someone they didn't trust absolutely? Hah!\"", "username": "Sinerathin", "char_name": "Sharon Daerin'Lei" } ]
Sharon gazed back up at Rithrynn for a couple of moments, his eyes racing over happy features on her face. Although his old, natural instincts shouted out the obvious warning signs; the High Elf slowly nodded, before smiling back at Rithrynn. "Of course," Sharon confirmed, making an attempt to move; yet Rithrynn's solid grip prevented him from doing much. Staring back at the Night Elf, Sharon eventually motioned towards a set of sofas and table at the side of the room. "Why don't you find yourself a seat over there, and I will get some light up in this room? I really did not expect anyone at this hour." --- "If you hadn't been so damnable lucky with the appearance of that elf, you'd have been MINE!" Sounded Astrid's angry voice from the bag as it shuffled around, much to Donald's discomfort as he was on the bottom. Doin furrowed his brows at the bag, intrigued by the unusual sight. There was a lot he did not know about Liaena, yet he learned something new every time he met her. "Say'e, there shouldn't be annea problem with ye spendin' a night over. We got more rooms than we can fill, and we usually don't rent them out to just anybody; this being guild property and all." Doin finally said, giving Liaena a smile as he picked up his pipe. "After all, the boss owe me some favors. I'll get ye tha finest room we have available!" "Hopefully without any overgrown fairies breaking in through the windows this time." Frarn mentioned jokingly as he walked up next to his father. However, the two dwarves paused as their eyes drifted over to Kathlin, in Liaena's form; who was currently standing in the room. "Is that a friend of yours?" Doin peered over to Kathlin, before chuckling. "I'm pretty sure she is, son. After all, who in their right mind would ever trust their own image in the hands of someone they didn't trust absolutely? Hah!"
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Sinerathin
Sharon Daerin'Lei
Race: High Elf Age: 235 Description: 190 cm tall. Fairly slim figure, and physically fit. By human standards, he appears to be in his 20s. White skin with a slight tanned tone. His eyes are deep arcane blue with a mystical elven magical tint. His hair is blonde and flows to his neck. Usually clean shaved. Biography: A scholar and academic by profession. Sharon was born in Quel'Thalas, where he was raised. He traveled often and visited the human lands of Lordearon and its surrounding kingdoms, and even sometimes the dwarves during his travels. His academic career started in his homeland of Quel'Thalas, but he became closely acquainted to the circles of Dalaran in the human kingdom to the south, where he became a professor and spent his time tutoring students and delving deeper into the mysteries of the arcane arts together with his fellow colleagues. Besides his work in academia, he also lived a materialistic life of extravaganza and debauchery. His life changed with the outbreak of the Third War, as the Scourge lay waste to the great northern kingdoms, including his own Quel'Thalas, turning the continent's most sophisticated civilization into a lifeless graveyard. During the undeath onslaught, with his kingdom shattered and the human and elven armies ruined, Sharon choose to help the human resistance in their struggle for survival and in aiding refugees escape the all consuming legions of the damned, and followed them south. The conflict permanently changed Sharon; the exposure to the sheer horrors and mindless brutality of the Scourge had been a humbling experience and a wakeup call. Having lost his home, and with the vast majority of his friends and family now dead, he devoted much of his time to helping the denizens of Stormwind, and joined the Silver Covenant as he pursued the reconstruction of Dalaran. Even after the the magical city of Dalaran was completed, Sharon choose to remain in Stormwind. Part in due to financial difficulties, and partly because he never could feel quite at home in Dalaran after its first ruination. But even then he often visited the city, to give lectures and share his studies and findings with fellow colleagues, much like he had done before the war.
[ { "text": "\"Oh, no; no! Everything's fine!\" Rithrynn quickly replied to Sharon's concerned expression; eluding to the fact that Liaena had left the house; and swiftly conjuring up the most reassuring smile that she could give him. Leaning a little over him to peer into the room, noticing that it was empty; Rithrynn's eyes fell back down to Sharon.\n\n\"Mind if I come in?\"\n\nRithrynn asked, yet the Night Elf had already squeezed herself through the opening in the door and inside the room; pushing Sharon back inside as she entered before the High Elf could even have time to answer properly.\n\nStanding in the room, the Sentinel took a moment to gaze around in the dimly lit room. Given the Night Elves' natural affinity for darkness and superior night vision, the lack of lighting bothered her much less so than what it probably did the High Elf.\nMoving one leg behind the other, she used the back of her heel to close the door shut behind her. As they were finally alone, separated and removed from the noise in the rest of the house; Rithrynn's attention finally returned to Sharon. Walking over to the High Elf, Rithrynn grabbed him by his shoulders as she looked down at him with a look of almost unbridled glee as she smiled.\n\n\"I just wanted to talk to you, Shaw... \"", "username": "Rithy", "char_name": "Rithrynn Syn'Dial" }, { "text": "Sharon gazed back up at Rithrynn for a couple of moments, his eyes racing over happy features on her face.\n\nAlthough his old, natural instincts shouted out the obvious warning signs; the High Elf slowly nodded, before smiling back at Rithrynn.\n\n\"Of course,\" Sharon confirmed, making an attempt to move; yet Rithrynn's solid grip prevented him from doing much. Staring back at the Night Elf, Sharon eventually motioned towards a set of sofas and table at the side of the room.\n\"Why don't you find yourself a seat over there, and I will get some light up in this room? I really did not expect anyone at this hour.\"\n\n---\n\n\"If you hadn't been so damnable lucky with the appearance of that elf, you'd have been MINE!\" Sounded Astrid's angry voice from the bag as it shuffled around, much to Donald's discomfort as he was on the bottom.\n\nDoin furrowed his brow at the bag, intrigued by the unusual sight. There was a lot he did not know about Liaena, yet he learned something new everything he met her.\n\n\"Say'e, there shouldn't be annea problem with ye spendin' a night over. We got more rooms than we can fill, and we usually don't rent them out to just anybody; this being guild property and all.\" Doin finally said, giving Liaena a smile as he picked up his pipe.\n\"After all, the boss owe me some favors. I'll get ye tha finest room we have available!\"\n\n\"Hopefully without any overgrown fairies breaking in through the windows this time.\" Frarn mentioned jokingly as he walked up next to his father. However, the two dwarves paused as their eyes drifted over to Kathlin, in Liaena's form; who was currently standing in the room.\n\"Is that a friend of yours?\"\n\nDoin peered over to Kathlin, before chuckling.\n\n\"I'm pretty sure she is, son. After all, who in their right mind would ever trust their own image in the hands of someone they didn't trust absolutely? Hah!\"", "username": "Sinerathin", "char_name": "Sharon Daerin'Lei" }, { "text": "Sharon gazed back up at Rithrynn for a couple of moments, his eyes racing over happy features on her face.\n\nAlthough his old, natural instincts shouted out the obvious warning signs; the High Elf slowly nodded, before smiling back at Rithrynn.\n\n\"Of course,\" Sharon confirmed, making an attempt to move; yet Rithrynn's solid grip prevented him from doing much. Staring back at the Night Elf, Sharon eventually motioned towards a set of sofas and table at the side of the room.\n\"Why don't you find yourself a seat over there, and I will get some light up in this room? I really did not expect anyone at this hour.\"\n\n---\n\n\"If you hadn't been so damnable lucky with the appearance of that elf, you'd have been MINE!\" Sounded Astrid's angry voice from the bag as it shuffled around, much to Donald's discomfort as he was on the bottom.\n\nDoin furrowed his brows at the bag, intrigued by the unusual sight. There was a lot he did not know about Liaena, yet he learned something new every time he met her.\n\n\"Say'e, there shouldn't be annea problem with ye spendin' a night over. We got more rooms than we can fill, and we usually don't rent them out to just anybody; this being guild property and all.\" Doin finally said, giving Liaena a smile as he picked up his pipe.\n\"After all, the boss owe me some favors. I'll get ye tha finest room we have available!\"\n\n\"Hopefully without any overgrown fairies breaking in through the windows this time.\" Frarn mentioned jokingly as he walked up next to his father. However, the two dwarves paused as their eyes drifted over to Kathlin, in Liaena's form; who was currently standing in the room.\n\"Is that a friend of yours?\"\n\nDoin peered over to Kathlin, before chuckling.\n\n\"I'm pretty sure she is, son. After all, who in their right mind would ever trust their own image in the hands of someone they didn't trust absolutely? Hah!\"", "username": "Sinerathin", "char_name": "Sharon Daerin'Lei" }, { "text": "Rithrynn continued to peer back at Sharon for a couple of moments after he asked her. With a soft smile, she subtly nodded with her head as she removed her hands from him.\n\n\"Okay... \" The Sentinel spoke, before stepping over to the nearby sofa. It was a rare thing to have Liaena away and Sharon still in the house, seeing as the nosy human usually didn't let Sharon get far away from her notice. In one sense, the attack from the mysterious assassins was a good thing as it finally took Liaena's paranoia away from Rithrynn and over to them.\n\nAs she walked over to the sofa, she brushed off some of the snow flakes that still remained on her cloak from the outside, before extending her butt and slumping it down into the cushioning embrace of the sofa.\n\n\"Have you been up here by yourself for a long time?\" Rithrynn asked as she had become comfortable in the couch, allowing her eyes to trail back to the High Elf in her room.\n\"I hope the assassins are not forcing you into solitude... \"\n\nRithrynn said as she gave Sharon a sympathetic look through the room, while fiddling with her gloves in the meantime as she removed them and placed them, alongside her Sentinel bracers, onto the table before her.", "username": "Rithy", "char_name": "Rithrynn Syn'Dial" }, { "text": "\"Oh, no. I wouldn't worry about that.\" Sharon answered confidently as the High Elf turned to the candles around in the room.\n\nPulling his arm out from under his cloak, he held his hand up in the air for a moment. Conjoining his thumb and ring finger, Sharon uttered a silent a silent spell. Snapping his fingers, half a dozen small lights suddenly ignited around the study, partly illuminating the room and chasing away some of the shadows around the corner where Rithrynn was.\n\n\"Greymoon and the others were here not long ago... \" Sharon explained with a smirk as he ventured over to his office desk to retrieve the half empty bottle of wine and two glasses from his secret stash.\n\" at least... before I fell asleep, that was... how long was I out??\"\n\nSharon paused for a moment as the High Elf simply stared up in the direction of the room as he tried to remember.\n\nUnable to, the High Elf shrugged and merely let out a light chuckle before he continued over to Rithrynn. \"Doesn't matter... \"\n\nReaching the sofas and the table, he placed the wine alongside the two glasses down onto it, before looking at Rithrynn with a friendly smile.\n\n\"Can I offer you something to drink?\" He asked as he picked the bottle up again and attempted to remove the cork. Yet Greymoon, being the last one to seal it, had pushed the cork so far down into the bottle that it was almost impossible to get a proper grip around it. Still attempting to grab it, the High Elf tried and failed a couple of times to pull it out before giving up. Grimacing at the bottle, he turned back to Rithrynn and smiled again at her.\n\n\"Also, I fear your sisters may not view me in the same light as you, Rithrynn. Light, they are... well, I mean you are rather tolerant. Relatively speaking.\" Sharon chuckled as he motioned at Rithrynn.\n\"I even wonder what they'd think about you being in my office. Would they even consent to that?\"", "username": "Sinerathin", "char_name": "Sharon Daerin'Lei" }, { "text": "\"They cannot complain about something they know anything nothing about.\" Rithrynn smirked back at Sharon, the Sentinel confident in the fact that her sisters knew nothing of the fact that she was currently with Sharon.\n\nStanding up, Rithrynn reached out to take the wine bottle from Sharon that he was struggling with. Creating a solid grip around the persistent cork, she forcefully removed it from the opening of the bottle with one swift, powerful motion.\n\n\"And yes, I will not say no... \" She leered at the High Elf as the Sentinel lowered the bottle to pour both of the glasses. Placing the bottle back at the table, Rithrynn picked up the glasses, one for her and one for Sharon, both filled almost to the brim with a plentiful abundance of wine in them. Handing one glass to Sharon and keeping the other for herself, Rithrynn stepped closer to the High Elf as she smiled broadly down at him at him.\n\n\"It is just us here. Forget about my sisters. They are surely entertained enough by themselves and the abundance of food you have given them. Focus instead on the moment at hand, that which Elune has blessed us with... \" Rithrynn winked slyly at Sharon as she took a sip of her glass of wine.", "username": "Rithy", "char_name": "Rithrynn Syn'Dial" } ]
Sharon peered up at Rithrynn with an observant gaze. The Night Elf had quite literally left any notion of subtlety or attempts at intrigue at the door, and made no observable effort to hide her blaring intentions from the High Elf. Or if she was trying to hide them, was doing a phenomenally bad job at it. But, given that this was no other ringer than Rithrynn herself, it was to be expected. At the very least, it was a massive improvement over her previous attempts to approach him, which had been far more... direct. Chuckling softly at the thought, he returned Rithrynn's luring smile with a smile of his own; before raising his glass. "To the moment then, Rithrynn." Sharon said, before taking a long sip from his own glass. Wondering how he was going to deal with the situation, he knew he could not accept Rithrynn's approach, because of Liaena. It was not the little girl's reaction to him should she learn that he had spent a night in secret with Rithrynn that worried him. Rather, he was more concerned about what kind of retaliation she would enact against Rithrynn. If Liaena should come to learn that her best friend was zeroing in on him, then by all reckoning, it did not seem implausible that Rithrynn would risk ending so far up Serphia's ass that it was questionable whether they'd even see her again before the end of the year. Moving his right arm around Rithrynn's waist, Sharon moved up to suddenly give the Night Elf a light kiss on her lips before smiling at her handsomely. "I like you Rithrynn, but I am afraid we can't go any further with this. Although I cherish your company, my true love lies with Liaena." Sharon explained in a cool manner, giving Rithrynn a sympathetic nod at the end of his last sentence.
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Sinerathin
Sharon Daerin'Lei
Race: High Elf Age: 235 Description: 190 cm tall. Fairly slim figure, and physically fit. By human standards, he appears to be in his 20s. White skin with a slight tanned tone. His eyes are deep arcane blue with a mystical elven magical tint. His hair is blonde and flows to his neck. Usually clean shaved. Biography: A scholar and academic by profession. Sharon was born in Quel'Thalas, where he was raised. He traveled often and visited the human lands of Lordearon and its surrounding kingdoms, and even sometimes the dwarves during his travels. His academic career started in his homeland of Quel'Thalas, but he became closely acquainted to the circles of Dalaran in the human kingdom to the south, where he became a professor and spent his time tutoring students and delving deeper into the mysteries of the arcane arts together with his fellow colleagues. Besides his work in academia, he also lived a materialistic life of extravaganza and debauchery. His life changed with the outbreak of the Third War, as the Scourge lay waste to the great northern kingdoms, including his own Quel'Thalas, turning the continent's most sophisticated civilization into a lifeless graveyard. During the undeath onslaught, with his kingdom shattered and the human and elven armies ruined, Sharon choose to help the human resistance in their struggle for survival and in aiding refugees escape the all consuming legions of the damned, and followed them south. The conflict permanently changed Sharon; the exposure to the sheer horrors and mindless brutality of the Scourge had been a humbling experience and a wakeup call. Having lost his home, and with the vast majority of his friends and family now dead, he devoted much of his time to helping the denizens of Stormwind, and joined the Silver Covenant as he pursued the reconstruction of Dalaran. Even after the the magical city of Dalaran was completed, Sharon choose to remain in Stormwind. Part in due to financial difficulties, and partly because he never could feel quite at home in Dalaran after its first ruination. But even then he often visited the city, to give lectures and share his studies and findings with fellow colleagues, much like he had done before the war.
[ { "text": "\"They cannot complain about something they know anything nothing about.\" Rithrynn smirked back at Sharon, the Sentinel confident in the fact that her sisters knew nothing of the fact that she was currently with Sharon.\n\nStanding up, Rithrynn reached out to take the wine bottle from Sharon that he was struggling with. Creating a solid grip around the persistent cork, she forcefully removed it from the opening of the bottle with one swift, powerful motion.\n\n\"And yes, I will not say no... \" She leered at the High Elf as the Sentinel lowered the bottle to pour both of the glasses. Placing the bottle back at the table, Rithrynn picked up the glasses, one for her and one for Sharon, both filled almost to the brim with a plentiful abundance of wine in them. Handing one glass to Sharon and keeping the other for herself, Rithrynn stepped closer to the High Elf as she smiled broadly down at him at him.\n\n\"It is just us here. Forget about my sisters. They are surely entertained enough by themselves and the abundance of food you have given them. Focus instead on the moment at hand, that which Elune has blessed us with... \" Rithrynn winked slyly at Sharon as she took a sip of her glass of wine.", "username": "Rithy", "char_name": "Rithrynn Syn'Dial" }, { "text": "Sharon peered up at Rithrynn with an observant gaze.\n\nThe Night Elf had quite literally left any notion of subtlety or attempts at intrigue at the door, and made no observable effort to hide her blaring intentions from the High Elf. Or if she was trying to hide them, was doing a phenomenally bad job at it.\nBut, given that this was no other ringer than Rithrynn herself, it was to be expected. At the very least, it was a massive improvement over her previous attempts to approach him, which had been far more... direct.\n\nChuckling softly at the thought, he returned Rithrynn's luring smile with a smile of his own; before raising his glass.\n\n\"To the moment then, Rithrynn.\" Sharon said, before taking a long sip from his own glass. Wondering how he was going to deal with the situation, he knew he could not accept Rithrynn's approach, because of Liaena.\n\nIt was not the little girl's reaction to him should she learn that he had spent a night in secret with Rithrynn that worried him. Rather, he was more concerned about what kind of retaliation she would enact against Rithrynn. If Liaena should come to learn that her best friend was zeroing in on him, then by all reckoning, it did not seem implausible that Rithrynn would risk ending so far up Serphia's ass that it was questionable whether they'd even see her again before the end of the year.\n\nMoving his right arm around Rithrynn's waist, Sharon moved up to suddenly give the Night Elf a light kiss on her lips before smiling at her handsomely.\n\n\"I like you Rithrynn, but I am afraid we can't go any further with this. Although I cherish your company, my true love lies with Liaena.\" Sharon explained in a cool manner, giving Rithrynn a sympathetic nod at the end of his last sentence.", "username": "Sinerathin", "char_name": "Sharon Daerin'Lei" }, { "text": "Rithrynn's face, which had lighted itself up like a firework of happy emotions; immediately took a complete turn for the worse at Sharon's words.\n\nHer smile turning into a frown, the Night Elf becoming quiet. Suddenly letting go of her glass as if she had completely forgotten about its existence, let alone the existence of anything else, she allowed it to fall to the ground and shatter into a thousand little pieces before she moved closer to Sharon, moving her arms around him as she gazed down into his eyes with a blank stare.\n\n\"But... but she's just a human.\" Rithrynn said with a meek voice, holding Sharon tightly.\n\"You will outlive her by the ages!\"\n\n*\"It doesn't make sense. He doesn't make sense!\"*\n\nSeemingly shifting between confusion and sadness, Rithrynn suddenly released the High Elf from her grip before stepping away. Throwing Sharon a last gaze, she promptly turned around before quickly leaving the room, shoving the doors aside as she left!\n\nOn the outside, she ran headfirst into Shani who was passing by the office. The Sentinel immediately stopped to throw a puzzled gaze at Rithrynn who had just emerged from Sharon's dimly lit candled office, raising a finger to ask her.\n\n\"Have you seen the little assassin? ... oh, and what were you doi,-**hurrrgghhk!**\" Shani suddenly wheezed as Rithrynn had launched a lightning fast fist up into her lower abdomen, stunning the sentinel whom bent forward with a painful moan, before toppling down into the carpet while Rithrynn marched away through the corridor, without having uttered as much as a single word.", "username": "Rithy", "char_name": "Rithrynn Syn'Dial" }, { "text": "\"'If', 'If'. I didn't know such highly trained professionals needed to make excuses\" Liaena remarked mockingly at the satchel. Whether or not Astrid might have a point about the Night Elves consistently bailing her out of confrontations with the assassins, she conveniently chose to ignore. In her mind at least, she was victor over both.\n\nKathlin pulled a weak grimace at Doins words, before looking over at the other girl pointedly. \"Yeah….you'd have to be really stupid to do something like**that**. Liaena.\"\n\nDistracted by her satchel, Liaena spared her a brief glance. \"What? I do trust you\"\n\n\"…Anyway. I guess I'm sticking around for a while too, if that's okay with you guys\" Kathlin mumbled after a pause. Looking over at Doin and Fran, she gave them a shrug and a faint smile. As always, it was drastically unlike any facial expression Liaena would pull. \"At least 'til I find out whether I'm on Stormwinds Most Wanted yet –\"\n\n\"—Good idea. You should go and sort out our rooms. Go on, shoo\" Liaena butted in loudly and cheerfully. Pushing Kathlin stubbornly towards the door, she steered the two dwarfs that way as well by virtue of positioning herself to slowly shift them back and plenty of smiles and good cheer. \"Could you give me a few minutes? There's something I need to sort out. I'll come down and join you when I'm done, if that's okay with you guys. Let me know if any more elves show up\"\n\n-SLAM-\n\nWith that, Kathlin found herself very succinctly on the opposite side of the heavy wooden door, along with a somewhat bemused Doin and Fran.\n\n*\n\nInside the room, Liaena's smile had melted away the moment she was left alone. Turning the table –dwarven height, so closer to a coffee table by any human standards – the right way, she pulled a chair up to it. Sitting down and placing her satchel on her lap, she opened it to feel around inside until she found the cloth bag that was alive. Untying the top, she yanked out Astrid and set her on the tabletop before tying a tight knot in the top again and throwing it back into her satchel with Donald still inside.\n\n\"Hi again.\"\n\nLeaning forward, one of her arms encircled the satchel possessively as she smiled at the little woman. It was not at all a nice smile, with a distinct tinge of malice to it. \"…So, are you two dating, or something? You seem very close\"", "username": "Feychild", "char_name": null } ]
Sharon appeared in the doorway to his office, the High Elf's gaze shifting between Shani who was lying on the floor, and Rithrynn's cloak just as she vanished around a corner at the end of the corridor. *"That... could have gone smoother."* He contemplated, thinking back on the situation. He had by no means expected Rithrynn to take the rejection lightly, at best suspect that she was merely toying with the possibility of there ever being a potential for a real love interest between them. However, he had not quite expected the complete silence and quiet outburst that she had displayed, something that Shani had been made to feel the consequences of. "Is that your grip fading, sir?" Suddenly sounded the dry voice of Friedrick, asking Sharon. The High Elf gazed to the other side to see Friedrick approach him, the butler ever so vigilant when it came to watching over the affairs within the house. A small frown formed on Sharon's lips, as he gently chewed on his gum before replying. "More like dodging a bullet." Sharon said, before holding up the pair of gloves that Rithrynn had left behind in the room. Handing them over to Friedrick, Sharon gave his butler a look. "Could you return these to her? She left them behind." Accepting the gloves, Friedrick made a light bow to Sharon. "I will see if I can't find her in a better mood when I do." Friedrick stated. But as the butler was about to leave, he suddenly paused as he looked down at Shani who was still writhing around in pain on the ground. "Is there any way of which I can be of service to you, madam?" --- "**Fuck**.**You**." Astrid stated defiantly as she pointed her finger accusingly back up at Liaena's large face that was lurking over her. "You have no business asking that!" Astrid screamed out loudly, jumping up and down as she did. She had no desire to share that information with Liaena. If the overgrown midget learnt that she had any kind of affection for Donald, she might use him as a leverage against him. And with her being the size of a finger, the last thing she needed was Liaena to use Donald against her as well! "This is about you. And me. So leave him out of it!" --- "Quite a quirky lass that one, innit?" Frarn commented as he studied the door in front of them. Doin passed a look over to him, before he chuckled lightheartedly. "She's no ordinary girl, that's for sure." Donald said cheerfully, before the trio eventually turned around as they walked through the corridor. "She may have a heart of gold, but she's got a mind as whacky as a bat. Not that I don't appreciate it, but I ain't imagening her prancing around the market like the other girls, looking for clothes." "You know her, don't you?" Frarn eventually asked as he gazed over to Kathlin. "Do you,-" *CRASH* But the question was interrupted as in front of them in the hallway, a window on the side was suddenly broken as a rock packed in a newspaper article soared through it, smashing into the wall on the other side before falling to the ground. "What in tha great forges of Ironforge!" Doin exclaimed, before the dwarf rushed up to the window to see who had thrown the rock. Gazing out across the small square outside, the snowfall had simmered down, making it easier to see. In the darkness of the night, Doin managed to see two young men, wearing white cloaks and black, padded leather armor and chainmail. "**DON'T YA READ YOUR NEWS, VANNIE?**" "**YOU'RE SCREWED, HAHA!**" They shouted up at the window where Doin had appeared. Furious, Doin opened the window before leaning out of it. "**YER LITTLE PRICKS; IF YE DON'T RUN, I'LL COME DOWN THERE; TEAR OFF YER HEADS AND SHIT DOWN YER NECKS!**" "**BOOOOOO!**" Pulling his head back from the window, Doin turned towards Frarn and Kathlin, muttering "*Fracking lillies...* ". "Bring me mah shoota, boy. The one with the pepper and rocks." Doin ordered Frarn, who quickly turned around and ran off to get the blunderbuss. With a tired expression on his face, Doin let out a deep sigh before he threw a Kathlin an apologetic look. "I'm sorry about this, the stupid White Hand are acting up again. I hate those twats."
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Sinerathin
Sharon Daerin'Lei
Race: High Elf Age: 235 Description: 190 cm tall. Fairly slim figure, and physically fit. By human standards, he appears to be in his 20s. White skin with a slight tanned tone. His eyes are deep arcane blue with a mystical elven magical tint. His hair is blonde and flows to his neck. Usually clean shaved. Biography: A scholar and academic by profession. Sharon was born in Quel'Thalas, where he was raised. He traveled often and visited the human lands of Lordearon and its surrounding kingdoms, and even sometimes the dwarves during his travels. His academic career started in his homeland of Quel'Thalas, but he became closely acquainted to the circles of Dalaran in the human kingdom to the south, where he became a professor and spent his time tutoring students and delving deeper into the mysteries of the arcane arts together with his fellow colleagues. Besides his work in academia, he also lived a materialistic life of extravaganza and debauchery. His life changed with the outbreak of the Third War, as the Scourge lay waste to the great northern kingdoms, including his own Quel'Thalas, turning the continent's most sophisticated civilization into a lifeless graveyard. During the undeath onslaught, with his kingdom shattered and the human and elven armies ruined, Sharon choose to help the human resistance in their struggle for survival and in aiding refugees escape the all consuming legions of the damned, and followed them south. The conflict permanently changed Sharon; the exposure to the sheer horrors and mindless brutality of the Scourge had been a humbling experience and a wakeup call. Having lost his home, and with the vast majority of his friends and family now dead, he devoted much of his time to helping the denizens of Stormwind, and joined the Silver Covenant as he pursued the reconstruction of Dalaran. Even after the the magical city of Dalaran was completed, Sharon choose to remain in Stormwind. Part in due to financial difficulties, and partly because he never could feel quite at home in Dalaran after its first ruination. But even then he often visited the city, to give lectures and share his studies and findings with fellow colleagues, much like he had done before the war.
[ { "text": "\"It's a bit of a requirement in this business... \" Donald said as the assassin gazed up at the large figure that was Liaena whom loomed overhead like a behemoth. The assassin paced back and forth as he looked up at her, seemingly unable to find a simple place to stand.\n\n\"My trade is no place for a hero.\"\n\nDonald finally paused his walking to look forward, seemingly chewing on his thoughts as he threw a thoughtful gaze out into the air.\n\n\"A line where only the most mendacious villains can prosper and thrive; and the man who paid me to kill your boyfriend... \" Donald said, peering up at Liaena.\n\" ... that man was a great liar.\"\n\nDonald studied Liaena for a moment before he spoke again, taking time to decide on his next words. Indeed, this was more of a bargaining for him, where the desired ware was his life and freedom, and the payment most likely information and services.\n\n\"Let me go forward and reassure you, however, that we are not enemies. The contract between me and my last benefactor has been... unofficially terminally annihilated, to put it mildly. I am as much a businessman as I am a blade for hire, ma'am. To hold grudges would be very unprofessional of me, not to mention severely reduce my amount of potential clients.\"\n\nDonald placed the palms of his hands together as he looked up at Liaena, slightly bowing his head. During the short pause, the inaudible squeaking from Astrid still in Liaena's satchel could be heard, as the minuscule assassin screamed out what presumably was no small hail of hate.\n\n\"I suppose this would be the moment where I give you my word and promise to leave you and yours alone, but... for a man who just preached about liars, heh, that wouldn't make much of a difference, would it?\"", "username": "Sinerathin", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Liaena smiled dryly at Donalds last words. \"Not so much, no\"\n\n*\"He knows what side his bread is buttered, that's for sure at least\"*\n\nThe girl studied the mini assassin for a moment longer. The man was a deeply distasteful creature in her eyes, what with that little matter of him being a killer-for-hire, with simply a better grasp of conversation and social niceties than Serphia. Voicing such an opinion would do her no good at all however, and Liaena chose her words as carefully as Donald as she looked down at him.\n\n\"Let me explain all of this to you from my perspective. I have no interest in dragging you two around any longer than necessary, and I don't particularly want to see you dead. Believe that, or not, as you wish\"\n\nExactly how much Donald knew about her personally, Liaena had no idea. This meant that whether or not he was prepared to accept this statement from her at face value depended entirely on factors that she was unaware of. The girl continued on, regardless.\n\n\"You said yourself that you are a blade-for-hire, so I don't plan on setting you free while this crisis with Sherpa is still going on. But, if you tell me everything that I want to know, I'll let you go afterwards. Your girlfriend too, even, although from the noise she's making it's almost as if she*wants*to stay\"\n\nHere Liaena tilted her head towards her satchel, from which the shrieks of Astrid emanated, muffled but still entirely audible. She could only guess as to the content of her words with regards to herself. Liaena had the oddest impression they were probably not complimentary.\n\nLooking back at Donald, Liaena raised an eyebrow at him to indicate curiosity. A statement the man made had indeed piqued her interest. \"…and 'unofficially, terminally annihilated'? By you, or him?\"", "username": "Feychild", "char_name": null }, { "text": "\"That would be by him.\" Donald answered Liaena's question while taking a step back to gaze up at her.\n\"It was how I ended up in the custody of you and your Night Elven allies, after all. What would otherwise have been a clean escape, he intercepted me and left me for dead.\"\n\nDonald explained as he thought back to the whole episode in the sewer, which had consisted mostly of him being thrown from brick wall to brick wall like the ragdoll of a rather psychotic little girl. Part of him didn't like talking about the episode to Liaena, as he found the whole betrayal to be more embarrassing.\nOne could only be betrayed if you trusted someone in the first place.\n\n\"I knew he would turn on me eventually. I simply had not expected him to do it so soon.\"\n\nFor a moment, Donald smiled.\n\n\"I think he is probably a little disappointed with your Night Elven bodyguards, considering that I am still alive.\" Donald chuckled softly.\n\"I have no love for him, nor any loyalty either. If you want to make his life worse, I would only be too happy to cooperate, Lady Rune.\"\n\nDonald paused, blinking his right eye up at Liaena.\n\n\"I believe we are united in a common desire to see my old customer pay.\"", "username": "Sinerathin", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Liaena raised her eyebrows back at Donald in dry amusement, although her eyes had widened slightly at his words. \"Oh? I thought you didn't bear grudges. How kind of you to make an exception\"\n\nDonalds brief description of the events that led to his predicament filled her with deep unease. Mostly because she had never known Sherpa to be 'disappointed' about anything, or leave a person alive where there was a perfectly good opportunity to murder them and desecrate their corpse. The last time she had relied on an assassins advice, it had led to her nearly getting throttled by an undead, ghost….thing, and Liaena gazed at the little man with distrust. Was this yet another trap, or ploy?\n\n\"…Tell me about your 'customer', as you call him\"\n\nDonalds information could still be valid, just as long as it wasn't relied upon in the same way they had blindly followed the hook hung by Esmeralda. All the more reason, if there weren't already numerable, to keep the assassin firmly separated from the 'experience and wisdom' of her Night-Elf 'bodyguards', and Liaena studied the man carefully.\n\n\"The high elf, with the white skin and hair. I don't know what you know him by, but he calls himself Sherpa. I want to know how and when he first made contact with you, where you have met him and exactly what he paid you to do\"\n\nLiaena chewed on her lip as she thought back to the ambush that had occurred down in the sewers. Donald had been with him then, and would presumably have at least some grasp of Sherpas plan. \"Also, he has two creatures with him. An undead assassin and an incorporeal…ghost, of sorts. Female. Looks as though she used to be human, once. What do you know about them?\"", "username": "Feychild", "char_name": null }, { "text": "\"It is not as much of a grudge as it is more of a precautionary measure. Some people are willing to kill to hide their agenda, and I have little interest in dying for someone's personal interests.\" Donald answered Liaena's assertion about him keeping grudges with a small smile.\n\"He tried once. What's stopping him from finishing his job sometime in the future?\"\n\nAlthough Donald's dealings were done with the High Elf, he doubted the High Elf was done with him for as long as he lived. It was not the first time someone had tried to kill their hired blades to hide the truth of their own plots, and it would certainly not be the last time either. Through his career, Donald had met with all sorts of people, including nobles and rich men. No matter how pretty their cloth, their intentions were seldom any more noble than that of a common street thug.\n\n\"A ghost?\" Donald asked, slightly raising his one eyebrow as he looked up at Liaena; seemingly a little surprised. The assassin raised a finger up to his chin, as he seemed to be searching through his memory.\n\n\"I know the assassin you speak of, even though I never saw his face, he smelled like a corpse anyway. But the ghost you mentioned... I don't think I ever saw anything like that. That is not to say though that I have no idea what attacked me when Silverlion intercepted me. Something invisible, it tossed me around like a ragdoll... \"\n\nDonald paused for a moment, looking to the side before his gaze returned to Liaena.\n\n\"Oh yes, his last name was Silverlion. A Sherraine Silverlion, or something like that, weird elven first name. A merchant who's a wannabe lord, supposedly having a history with the noble Greymoon as well as some ties to the Scourge. He hired me through a friend of mine, for whom me and my... well, I wouldn't call them teammates but they were supposed to be a team nonetheless. I'm sure you've met them all by now.\"", "username": "Sinerathin", "char_name": "Sherraine Daerin'Lei, AKA Sherpa." }, { "text": "\"I'm sure you've met them all by now\"\n\n\"I would hope so\"\n\nLiaena remarked in a deceptively light tone, before her eyes returned to the assassin. \"Hired to do what, exactly? Kill Sharon? Is that it?\"\n\nThe assassins story appeared to check out as far as her knowledge on the subject went....although it did indicate that Rithrynn was a scavenger as opposed to a warrior, contrary to her earlier assertions of glorious victory over the man. Which, given the general arrogance and glory seeking nature of Night Elves as a whole, wasn't exactly a stretch of the imagination. *\"Damn it Rithrynn. This is important!\"*\n\n\"Do you have any idea why he left you for dead?\"\n\nThe girl enquired, after a brief pause. Liaena gestured with one hand as she spoke, in an attempt to encapsulate the fallacy of the entire alleged scenario as she saw it. \"I mean, you call yourself a professional. So presumably, you had no urgent plans to sell him out.... call me naive, but it's idiotic to start infighting when you were already being hunted down by those Night Elves. And it's even stupider to leave you alive after that. Sherpa isn't stupid, and he knows how to kill people. How did you survive?\"\n\nFrom her tone, it was evident that Liaena had reached the crux of her interrogation. Leaning forward slightly in her chair so she could see the small assassin more clearly, she gave the man a frankly suspicious scowl with her final question.", "username": "Feychild", "char_name": null } ]
"Hired to do what, exactly? Kill Sharon? Is that it?" "Indeed. Quite frankly, it was a really simple task really. We weren't given many specific rules as to how it should have been done. Just to see it through... oh, and we were encouraged to set the house on fire once we were done. No hard feelings intended." At Liaena's last question, the girl leaned forward over the assassin; to the point the assassin instinctively took a subtle step back as if he was afraid she'd accidentally fall on him at any moment. "You seem to know this 'Sherpa' far more than I do. I did not even know him by that nickname until you used it." Donald explained, holding his right hand up as he explained. "In the business, it is often the norm to give as little information as possible. Needless curiosity is often frowned upon by our clients, and thus we only ask for the information required to get the job done. This is a precautionary measure from the client's side to reduce potential harm done in case the handler; which in this case would include me, the hired blade; is caught and interrogated, or were to switch sides." Donald spoke in a calm and organized manner, albeit with the occasional case of glibness in his voice. "My only knowledge about this Sherpa is that he often surrounds himself with merchants in the maritime trade, and some gentlemen from the new White Hand outfit; whom I might say are as well mannered as they are devious. They get my admiration there." Donald paused, seemingly thinking a bit. "Ohh, and the fact that he has magical powers of some sort, which I was not prepared for when he intercepted me. I am no mage, let alone a student of the mystical arcane or believe me, it'd been a part of my romance strategies; but I'd say that it is may have been kinetic, or some invisible force that he used against me. Maybe it was ghosts as you said? But I saw nothing but him." Smiling, Donald gazed up at Liaena, his head slightly tilted to the side. "Now as I have answered your questions, my lady, will you let us go?" He asked, holding out his arms. "Do not worry about thoughts of vengeance. I have had enough of Stormwind as it is, and wish to travel to the tropical warmth of the Southseas. It would probably be best until you have dealt with this 'Sherpa' fellow of yours. Oh, and when you get to him; do send him my regards. Hopefully it will hit a nerve."
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Sharon Daerin'Lei
Race: High Elf Age: 235 Description: 190 cm tall. Fairly slim figure, and physically fit. By human standards, he appears to be in his 20s. White skin with a slight tanned tone. His eyes are deep arcane blue with a mystical elven magical tint. His hair is blonde and flows to his neck. Usually clean shaved. Biography: A scholar and academic by profession. Sharon was born in Quel'Thalas, where he was raised. He traveled often and visited the human lands of Lordearon and its surrounding kingdoms, and even sometimes the dwarves during his travels. His academic career started in his homeland of Quel'Thalas, but he became closely acquainted to the circles of Dalaran in the human kingdom to the south, where he became a professor and spent his time tutoring students and delving deeper into the mysteries of the arcane arts together with his fellow colleagues. Besides his work in academia, he also lived a materialistic life of extravaganza and debauchery. His life changed with the outbreak of the Third War, as the Scourge lay waste to the great northern kingdoms, including his own Quel'Thalas, turning the continent's most sophisticated civilization into a lifeless graveyard. During the undeath onslaught, with his kingdom shattered and the human and elven armies ruined, Sharon choose to help the human resistance in their struggle for survival and in aiding refugees escape the all consuming legions of the damned, and followed them south. The conflict permanently changed Sharon; the exposure to the sheer horrors and mindless brutality of the Scourge had been a humbling experience and a wakeup call. Having lost his home, and with the vast majority of his friends and family now dead, he devoted much of his time to helping the denizens of Stormwind, and joined the Silver Covenant as he pursued the reconstruction of Dalaran. Even after the the magical city of Dalaran was completed, Sharon choose to remain in Stormwind. Part in due to financial difficulties, and partly because he never could feel quite at home in Dalaran after its first ruination. But even then he often visited the city, to give lectures and share his studies and findings with fellow colleagues, much like he had done before the war.
[ { "text": "\"Although she probably wishes she wasn't\"\n\n\"Understandable. Few dungeons are really any comfortable, whatever one she is in. Though she has a real knack for getting through locked doors.\" Donald smirked. The assassin had seen his fair share of dungeons, even a few times been stuck in one. Stormwind was a city that did not spend much money on the welfare of their criminals, although it was more than could be said for other cultures. Still, the man couldn't help but notice the slightly sinister tone to Liaena's rather few words on the subject of Esmeralda.\n\nHowever, upon Liaena's question whether Esmeralda was his boss, Donald found himself unable to restrain himself as he let out a soft laughter at the idea.\n\n\"My boss is a man who goes by the nickname of 'Steel Snake', though his name is Arnoff. He did not participate personally, however. Esmeralda was more of a team leader in the whole project, as Arnoff was searching for someone who could fill his role in the field. He is becoming an old man now, and this profession does not take kindly to their kind. Though she has a few skills here and there, Esmeralda was never capable of running a gang.\" The assassin explained with a soft smile, using his arms as he talked.\n\"And if you are wondering where my old tutor might be, then he is either dead or gone to ground.\"\n\nDonald lowered his arms as he finished talking, but when he noticed the slightly confused furrow of Liaena's brows at his last sentence, he opened his mouth again.\n\n\"Ahhh well, the reason being that if this Sherpa fellow tried to kill me, he might be doing what we in the business like to call a 'purging'. Killing off and eliminating all hired associates and related material and evidence, making a clean slate. And that would make Arnoff one of the targets.\" Folding his fingers together, Donald moved his eyes away from Liaena to study the room before continuing to talk.\n\n\"It would appear that this Sherpa is not very appreciative of botched assassination attempts,*to put it **lightly***. If he considered us expendable before, then I don't think his attitude towards us has improved much since then....\"", "username": "Sinerathin", "char_name": null }, { "text": "\"Everyone's expendable to him\" Liaena replied darkly in response to Donalds remark. The girl was once again only paying minimal attention to the assassins final words, as she was brooding over what he had told her. *\"Arnoff. I need to find him. If he thinks that he's a dead man, anything could happen. Although would he try and hurt me? I haven't done anything to him\"*\n\nLiaena shot Donald a quick look, the assassins gaze remaining annoyingly impassive.\n\n*\"Light, I can't read him. Does he know…or not?\"*\n\n\"You have been helpful\" Liaena said begrudgingly after a long pause. Kathlins blue eyes swept up and down Donald again, evaluating him carefully before she spoke again. \"So where do we go from here?\"\n\n\"I've already said that I don't particularly want either of you causing trouble while Sherpa is still not taken care of. And besides…while I might believe*you*are sensible enough to leave town and never come back, I'm not convinced by her\"\n\nHere Liaena glanced down at her satchel, which contained Astrid. \"Your friend does seem the sort to take things personally. She's very…how to put this…Esmeraldaish?\"\n\nA flurry of squeaks were emitted from the satchel at this point, that while unintelligible, almost certainly contained the word: 'bitch'.\n\n\"…And doesn't know when to quit apparently. Do you want any deal I give you to include her as well, or not? She doesn't seem like the brightest spark, but I get that you are involved and you cared what happened to her at least once before. Do you still?\"\n\n\"….\"\n\n\"…Ohh, and I think she might have been looking for you when I ran into her, near Sharons house\" Liaena added helpfully, into the brief silence that followed. \"Just as an FYI. You know\"", "username": "Feychild", "char_name": null }, { "text": "\"Yes, she told me that already.\" Donald said with a small smile on his face.\n\"It's good to know that she is still watching my back - as I am hers. It's a precious and invaluable thing in a profession where nothing is otherwise true and everything is permitted.\"\n\nDonald explained. Although he loved Astrid, the more professional part of him had always carried the smallest of inkling that Astrid might one day decide to betray him; a story that unfortunately had tragically been retold too many times among the villains of Stormwind. He had met enough people, and even had colleagues who were as emotionless and soulless as even the most depraved minion of the Scourge; only differentiated by the fact that their skin wasn't rotting and their blood was still warm.\n\n\"You have my word that we will not interfere with you again. I will make sure to tell my lovely colleague about it. As long as I'm safe and in one piece, she will let it go.\"\n\nDonald took a couple of steps across the table, in the direction of the main door; when the assassin suddenly stopped, as though he had forgotten something that he just remembered.\n\n\"Ohh, yes; by the way.\" Donald said as he turned around and looked back up at Liaena.\n\"Since I am not too keen on having to battle every cat I come across in the city; an experience that would surely become more epic than it'd normally been what with me in my current state; if you could revert this shrink spell on us, it would be great. If you are worried that we will turn our blades on you, then you can also call your Vanguard friends to be sure.\"", "username": "Sinerathin", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Liaena raised an eyebrow at Donald. \"I don't know exactly which blades you are talking about, but I think I'm good\"\n\nReaching into her satchel and rummaging for quite some time for a vial, Liaena pulled a saucer towards her and poured a small measure of the liquid into it, enough to barely cover the bottom as she pushed it back towards Donald.\n\nGlancing down at the proffered liquid, the little assassin gave Liaena a brief askance look before bending down to scoop some up in a hand. Liaena returned the look with a deadpan. \"Sorry, I would join you. But I don't feel like being a giant\"\n\nTaking a mouthful of the liquid, Donalds eyes widened momentarily as a numbing feeling of lethargy crept over him….before he collapsed on the table, both having a) returned to his original size and b) fallen fast asleep.\n\n\"….\"\n\nIgnoring the now even more high pitched squeaking from Astrid, Liaena studied the man in silence for a minute before pulling one of the less stained pieces of parchment from Doins desk towards her and locating a functional pen. Writing reasonably slowly as she gathered her thoughts, she glanced through it once when she was finished, folded and inserted it into the inside pocket of the mans coat.\n\nThe parchment in question read thusly:\n\n*Good morning. \n\nYou're free to go as per our agreement. Sorry, but I will be keeping your girlfriend with me as insurance should you try and interfere with me in the future. Assuming I survive this and you don't double cross me, I promise I will release her as soon as Sherpa is dealt with.\n\nI hope you don't take this personally, as you said yourself that I have no reason to trust your word. I don't even want her any longer than I can avoid, but unfortunately I can't afford to take any chances.* \n\nThere was no signature. There was however, a postscript.\n\n*If you happen to remember anything else that could help with the surviving part, the dwarves know where to find me. \n\nL* \n\nLeaving the room and closing the door carefully behind her, Liaena caught the arm of a red Vanguard member that was walking past. The place was mostly deserted, it was the early hours of the morning after all and the fuss of the White Hands visit had died down. \"Hey. There's a guy asleep in there who might be a bit angry in the morning. If anyone asks, he's free to leave whenever he wants and I said it was fine\"\n\n\"Uhhh….right\" The Vanguard member said after a pause, during which time he gave her a very funny look before realising she was entirely serious. \"And who are **you**, exactly?\"\n\n\"Oh, nobody important\" Liaena smiled back, before making for the stairs, already heading down them. Outside, the darkness of the night was eerily quiet after the excitement it had seen. \"Fran knows me. Goodnight\"", "username": "Feychild", "char_name": null }, { "text": "It wasn't until late in the morning, when the beams of morning light traveled through the curtains and into the room, that Rithrynn finally began to wake up after the evening's little rumble, opening her eyes to look around..\n\nIt was a fuzzy sensation that she woke up to, filling her body, one of comfort and delight. She let out a delighted sigh as she reared her butt ever so slowly, enjoying the frenzied motions from within. However, when Rithrynn suddenly felt something warm that she was lying on top of, it dawned on her that it was not in fact Sherpa who was in her butt. Rather, it was no one other than Esmeralda who was still frantically wailing around inside, a rather disappointing realization that made Rithrynn slump her face back down into the pillows!\n\n*\"Elune, how long do I have to deal with her?! ... \"*\n\nRithrynn was snuggled up to, or rather, on top of; Sherpa, the High Elven male being halfway stuck under the big, semi naked Night Elf and a sheet. She first peered lazily around in the living room, before her eyes focused back down at Sherpa. When she saw that he was still with her, she smiled and moved one arm securely around him.\n\n\"Are you awake yet?\" She asked with a soft voice, raising a finger that she playfully moved down towards the temple of Sherpa's head.\n\"Waaakie... \"", "username": "Rithy", "char_name": "Rithrynn Syn'Dial" } ]
"Waaakie... " Sherpa opened his eyes to the voice of Rithrynn from up above, his eyes quickly finding the Night Elf sleeping on top of him. "Good morning to you too, sweetheart." He smiled handsomely back up at her, before his eyes passed over to the bronze clock hanging and ticking on the wall between the windows. The clock showed 11:23 AM, and the High Elf let out a sigh. He had planned to get up earlier, but it seemed as if his little play with Rithrynn had drained him of more energy than he had anticipated. The Night Elf, on the other hand, at least seemed rather pleased by the whole ordeal. Rising up, Sherpa reached for his white shirt as he looked over to Rithrynn. "It's a busy day today, and I don't think I can stay for long. Can I tempt you enough to stay for breakfast, or will you have to leave at once?" --- Back in Sharon's mansion, Sharon appeared on the balcony above the atrium. The High Elf was wearing a darker colored silk bathrobe with turquoise fauna embroidery adorning it. He gazed down over the railing towards the front door, as though he was looking for something. But alas, the elf didn't seem to spot anything of signifiance or interest down on the first level, other than a pair of slumbering Night Elves; one halfway hiding under a curtain, the other one sleeping up-side-down on an a wide leather chair by the entrance, with her butt in the air and wearing nothing but an undersized thong. Continuing to scan the room, Sharon suddenly spotted a black coated and white haired butler walking along, masterfully balancing a large plate of empty plates and goblets in one hand while supporting himself on his cane. Yet despite the speed at which Sharon had detected Fredrick, the butler had become aware of his presence first, and turned his head around to look up at Sharon. "Good morning, Master Sharon. Had a good night rest, I hope?" Friedrick asked courtly, taking a short pause in his walk to the kitchen and miss Collins. "Hm, yes... " Sharon answered, though seemed slightly unfocused as he continued to look around. "You haven't by any chance seen Liaena, have you?" "Not since yesturday, Master Sharon, when she left the house in the dark of night on another one of her secret missions. Goodness only knows when she will be back." "Just what I hoped to hear... " Sharon replied as the elf rolled his eyes, while drumming his fingers on the dark oak banister. Friedrick's report seemed plausible enough, given what Sharon knew of Liaena. Not to mention that he had never once suspected the man of ever lying to him. Liaena had a sense of adventure after all that only seemed to increase the more dangerous her surroundings became. *"I really hope she hasn't gotten herself into trouble this time.... even though she probably has. Well then, I just hope she's still alive at the very least."*
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Sinerathin
Sharon Daerin'Lei
Race: High Elf Age: 235 Description: 190 cm tall. Fairly slim figure, and physically fit. By human standards, he appears to be in his 20s. White skin with a slight tanned tone. His eyes are deep arcane blue with a mystical elven magical tint. His hair is blonde and flows to his neck. Usually clean shaved. Biography: A scholar and academic by profession. Sharon was born in Quel'Thalas, where he was raised. He traveled often and visited the human lands of Lordearon and its surrounding kingdoms, and even sometimes the dwarves during his travels. His academic career started in his homeland of Quel'Thalas, but he became closely acquainted to the circles of Dalaran in the human kingdom to the south, where he became a professor and spent his time tutoring students and delving deeper into the mysteries of the arcane arts together with his fellow colleagues. Besides his work in academia, he also lived a materialistic life of extravaganza and debauchery. His life changed with the outbreak of the Third War, as the Scourge lay waste to the great northern kingdoms, including his own Quel'Thalas, turning the continent's most sophisticated civilization into a lifeless graveyard. During the undeath onslaught, with his kingdom shattered and the human and elven armies ruined, Sharon choose to help the human resistance in their struggle for survival and in aiding refugees escape the all consuming legions of the damned, and followed them south. The conflict permanently changed Sharon; the exposure to the sheer horrors and mindless brutality of the Scourge had been a humbling experience and a wakeup call. Having lost his home, and with the vast majority of his friends and family now dead, he devoted much of his time to helping the denizens of Stormwind, and joined the Silver Covenant as he pursued the reconstruction of Dalaran. Even after the the magical city of Dalaran was completed, Sharon choose to remain in Stormwind. Part in due to financial difficulties, and partly because he never could feel quite at home in Dalaran after its first ruination. But even then he often visited the city, to give lectures and share his studies and findings with fellow colleagues, much like he had done before the war.
[ { "text": "\"Hu-hum,\" The pudgy man coughed slightly as he threw a quick glance to a large ledger the size of a small chest clad in dark brown leather resting at the end of the table, before finally looking back at Liaena.\n\n\"I am afraid that we cannot give out personal information about our clients just like that, it's a right of privity that we pride ourselves in being able to provide, young miss. Here at Rochenstein's Housing for Exquisite Personnel, we have a deep respect for our customer's private matters and desire to be left alone, which is the belief that forms the cornerstone upon which this illustrious company was built on!\"\n\nHe proclaimed high and loudly as he held his hand up high as if he was a priest preaching fervently at a sermon, and his other around the laps of his richly decorated silk and leather coat.\nThe man definitely carried the look of being part of the higher middle class or lower upper class, as his garments were richly textured and adorned with elaborate tailoring. A small black hat with a long feather sat on the other end of the table, most likely belonging to the estate agent, and his fingers carried no less than six rings of silver, gold and adorned with diamonds or other precious metals and stones.\n\nHowever, shortly after his little speech, the man peered at Liaena's rich and most likely expensive apparel with heightened interest. Moving his hand to stroke his short beard, a moment of silence ensued as the man seemed to be contemplating on something, before speaking again; his face now looking much more neutral and curious.\n\n\"But... ahem, exactly just**how**important is it that you find this man, my lady?\" He suddenly inquired as he looked towards Liaena with a look that only a true businessman could recreate, hinting at her with one of his eyes while he placed one of his hands down on the ledger at the table, gently drumming with his index finger on the leather cover of the huge book.\n\n\"I might be able to arrange something, if the...**need**for it, was great enough.\"", "username": "Sinerathin", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Rithrynn peered back down at the High Elf with a smirk, intensively studying the features of his face while at the same time running a pair of fingers through his snow white hair. The Night Elf seemed almost lost in her own little game when the offer of breakfast came, but after a few seconds; she finally blinked as her silvery eyes realigned themselves with Sherpa's.\n\n\"I'd love to!\" She said with an eager voice as she smiled back down at the High Elf.\n\nCertainly a breakfast couldn't hurt. After all, what was the worst that could happen?\nShe also didn't know the situation back at Sharon's mansion either. If her sisters had managed to empty the whole house's food storage, it wouldn't really surprise her. A meal was at least guaranteed here, after all. Not to mention she had not known Sherpa to be much of a cook. If Liaena viewed him as a cook, it was probably as a chef boiling the souls of the damned and grating infants.\n\nBut who cared? Liaena was notorious for completely blowing things out of proportions anyway!\n\nSitting back up in the sofa, and finally freeing Sherpa of her ensnaring embrace; Rithrynn began to look around for her clothes, armor and weapons that were scattered all over the living room. She had little memory of how her dagger had ended up embedded into the face of a man in one of the paintings decorating the walls of the room, something that would forever remain a mystery.\nBut on the other hand, she found it to be a miracle that neither she nor Sherpa had gotten themselves injured last night, as she found no less than four arrows, alongside her own sword, lying in the sofa beneath the blankets and pillows.\n\n*\"Thank Elune Serphia didn't see this... actually, thank Elune twice for that!\"*\n\n\"What are we having?\" Rithrynn asked as she was trying to sort through the straps of her breastplate that had gotten tangled amidst the chaos that now was the living room, throwing a smile back at Sherpa in the sofa.", "username": "Rithy", "char_name": "Rithrynn Syn'Dial" }, { "text": "Following the agents movements intently, Liaena was quick to catch his glance towards the ledger when he initially looked towards it.\n\n*\"Well…he did try to kill my boyfriend. Several times. So yes, fairly important\"*\n\n\"Very much so\" Liaena quavered after a moments pause. Taking a few seconds to compose herself, she blinked big brown eyes up sorrowfully at him. \"He and I – we were close, once, but we lost touch when he had to leave the city. I would give**anything**to be able to find him again\"\n\nThat last was in fact, entirely true.\n\nGiving her words a few moments to sink in appropriately, she looked up at the agent with wide eyes. \"I would never ask you to betray your principals sir, but is there anything you could do to help? Anything any at all?\"\n\n*\n\nThe Advisor of Treasure was very definitely dead, that at least could be verified and had been by Kathlin about a minute after walking in through the door. Everything else, and there was a lot of 'else', was entirely up for debate.\n\nWalking over, the girl stifled a yawn as she raised the sheet covering the corpse of the man lying across the dining room table. There had apparently been some friction between the city guard and the mans relatives. The latter were intent on removing the corpse immediately for the funeral rites, the city guard and Vanguard had been resisting as much as possible to postpone events until the Vanguards 'specialist' showed up. It was only after Kathlin had enquired of the arrival time of the aforementioned specialist had she learned it was supposed to be her.\n\nLeaning over, Kathlin traced the entry point of the fatal wound, a neat hole in his neck. Death had been rapid and unavoidable, the spray from an artery splattering the wall near where the chalk outline had been sketched out. The murder weapon was easily identifiable as one of the advisors ceremonial swords, a relic apparently from his time in the army and which normally hung on the wall. What there was not, was a murder suspect.\n\n\"Excuse me\" the girl turned to look the household servant that was tasked with following her around to make sure she didn't misplace, break or steal anything. He gave her an unfriendly look that suggested he trusted her not to do none of these things. \"Could I speak to his wife yet?\"\n\n\"Her ladyship has been through a traumatic ordeal\" the servant said stiffly. \"She is not taking visitors at this time\"\n\n\"Right…yes…you said that last time\" Kathlin mumbled. Not for the first time, she glanced over at the Vanguard member who had accompanied her, who shrugged back at her looking equally lost. \"The thing is…I understand she is very upset, but she might be able to help me understand what it was that happened here. Which…would help bring whatever it was that killed her husband to justice. Which is what she wants. Right?\"", "username": "Feychild", "char_name": null } ]
"I am not one to backhand my customers... " The real estate said with a contemplative voice, gazing down at a bunch of papers in front of him at his desk as he seemed to enter deep thought. "But, I can help you." The larger man sat down in his cushy leather chair, its support creaking as he leaned back. His eyes rolling to the side of his table where a richly decorated whiskey bottle stood, he reached over to it to fill the empty glass sitting in front of him. "I'm a conscious man, and nothing relieves the conscience more than silver, my dear. A fistful of silver, or two dozen gold coins to remedy my conscience, and I could give you access to all the housing movements within the Cathedral district the last five years." The man smiled, before he took a sip of the strong drink; it's powerful aroma already filling the room. "Add another forty gold, and I could cross reference it with the royal persona registry, and give you overview of the houseowner's known associates, old and new, as well as companies and businesses." The man took another sip of his whiskey, grimacing a little; before looking back at Liaena. The young girl was a delicate beauty in her new garments and unspoiled face, which brought his memories back to the regal beauties at the noble courts. But even then, she was a little too young for him. But more importantly, his paranoid wife would kill him if she learnt that he had as much as touched a younger girl. He let out a sigh. *"I miss being unmarried, bah!"* "You are a real beauty, my lady. Did anyone ever tell you that?" The man commented as he smiled towards Liaena. "But this is a business, and I'm too old. I can help you find that friend of yours, as long as the price is right. It's a generous sum, something a lady of your social stature is certainly able to pay." --- As Sherpa was trying to get out of the sofa, he felt an ache in his body as if he had been caught dead in the middle of the road of a horde of rampaging kodos during their mating season. But among the aching bones and muscles, he also felt a sharp sting. With a grunt of discomfort, he moved to the side, only to notice a couple of blood stains on the sheets that stemmed from a couple of slashes on his side from two arrows that had been lying neatly beneath him. "I believe these are yours." Sharon commented dryly as he picked them up and showed them to Rithrynn, before lying them down on the living room table. Wearing only his black silk pantaloons, he reached for his white shirt to pull it over the numerous old scars that decorated the skin on his upper body. Pausing for a moment, Sherpa leaned his head from side to side to loosen up the joins, a slight cracking noise emanated from his body as he pulled his shoulder forward. *"This room used to be tidy... "* It was the thought that went through Sherpa's head as he looked out across the living room, which just earlier last night had been neat and clean, but now looked like a complete warzone. His agents had told him that his brother Sharon was housing more than three dozen of Rithrynn's sisters over at his house. It made the High Elf only wonder how the mansion looked on the inside. "Various... " Sherpa answered Rithrynn's question absently, before turning to gaze over at the semi naked Night Elf still dressing. It had always been a point of amusement for Sherpa how the Night Elves managed to retain their beauty despite spending most of their time in a forest, something that definitely put them apart from Orcs and Trolls. "Alice!" Sherpa called out, and in less than a couple of seconds, the young servant girl had immediately appeared in the entrance to the room. Her quick appearance made the High Elf quickly turn around to look at her. "Yes, Master Silverlion? Anything I can do?" She asked hastily, smiling innocently. "Were you standing there for a long time?" Sherpa inquired as he threw a suspicious gaze towards Alice. The young servant girl froze, her words hanging in her mouth. "Ehhh, I... " "No matter. Is the breakfast ready?" "Oh, yes, it is! Ralf and Jamie are already eating in the dining room. Do you want to join them?" "Hm," Sherpa pondered on it for a moment, throwing a quick glance back at Rithrynn in the room. Having reached a decision, he turned back to Alice, the servant girl. "Have the food brought here. Tell Jamie that I appreciate his hospitality, but I have some private matter to attend to." "Right away, Master Silverlion!" Alice proclaimed loudly before disappearing out into the corridor as fast as she had appeared. It did not take long before she was already coming back, balancing a bunch of different silver plates. The meal itself consisted of everything from boiled eggs, fish, fruits and various slices of ham. Masterfully balancing the plates through the chaos that now had become the living room. Having finished putting on his clothes from the night before, Sherpa had sat back down in the sofa; this time making sure that there were no more arrows or weapons of Rithrynn hidden among the pillows before sitting all the way down. "Thank you, Alice." Sherpa nodded. "Would you mind bringing me a cup of tea?" "Of course! Give me some minutes!" Alice proclaimed, before shooting off again like a rocket out into the corridor, gracefully jumping over the mess on the floor to reach the corridor. Taking a berry from one of the silver plates, Sherpa turned to look up at Rithrynn and smiled. "Care to have a seat?" He asked as he beckoned towards the table now filled to the brim with various plates full of food.
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Sinerathin
Sharon Daerin'Lei
Race: High Elf Age: 235 Description: 190 cm tall. Fairly slim figure, and physically fit. By human standards, he appears to be in his 20s. White skin with a slight tanned tone. His eyes are deep arcane blue with a mystical elven magical tint. His hair is blonde and flows to his neck. Usually clean shaved. Biography: A scholar and academic by profession. Sharon was born in Quel'Thalas, where he was raised. He traveled often and visited the human lands of Lordearon and its surrounding kingdoms, and even sometimes the dwarves during his travels. His academic career started in his homeland of Quel'Thalas, but he became closely acquainted to the circles of Dalaran in the human kingdom to the south, where he became a professor and spent his time tutoring students and delving deeper into the mysteries of the arcane arts together with his fellow colleagues. Besides his work in academia, he also lived a materialistic life of extravaganza and debauchery. His life changed with the outbreak of the Third War, as the Scourge lay waste to the great northern kingdoms, including his own Quel'Thalas, turning the continent's most sophisticated civilization into a lifeless graveyard. During the undeath onslaught, with his kingdom shattered and the human and elven armies ruined, Sharon choose to help the human resistance in their struggle for survival and in aiding refugees escape the all consuming legions of the damned, and followed them south. The conflict permanently changed Sharon; the exposure to the sheer horrors and mindless brutality of the Scourge had been a humbling experience and a wakeup call. Having lost his home, and with the vast majority of his friends and family now dead, he devoted much of his time to helping the denizens of Stormwind, and joined the Silver Covenant as he pursued the reconstruction of Dalaran. Even after the the magical city of Dalaran was completed, Sharon choose to remain in Stormwind. Part in due to financial difficulties, and partly because he never could feel quite at home in Dalaran after its first ruination. But even then he often visited the city, to give lectures and share his studies and findings with fellow colleagues, much like he had done before the war.
[ { "text": "Her journey through the city from atop of Nisha went as fast as it was wild, with the nightsaber pushing herself onward against the promise of all the delicacies that awaited her at the mansion.\n\nAfter about a couple of dozen or so terrified bystanders, two near heart attacks and a short chase by two members of the local city guard mounted on two very small ponies, Rithrynn finally found herself back in the Mage District; the latter two having long lost her before she had even crossed the canal.\nAlthough Stormwind was a very different sight from her home forest of Ashenvale, the urban terrain was still uneven enough for the nightsabers superior agility to easily outmaneuver that of the more long distanced horses.\n\nArriving at the front street of Sharon's mansion, Rithrynn quickly spotted the cloaked figure of Ashei behind the frozen metal bars of the gate. She looked more like a snowman than an elf, arms huddled together beneath her dark and purple elven cloak in a classical 'I hate my job' posture. Approaching the gate, it required Rithrynn to shout before the half frozen Night Elf finally looked up at her.\n\n\"W-w-where have you been!?\" Falaani asked when she saw Rithrynn come riding atop of Nisha.\n\n\"Ehh, just some Lieutenant stuff in the city. I'm done now. Will you let me in?\"\n\nFalaani, quite obviously not satisfied with her answer, but too frozen to even care, fiddled with the keys that she recovered from within her cloak as she opened the gate, and let Rithrynn and Nisha into the property before closing it shut behind them.\nLeasing Nisha with her through the front door, Rithrynn quickly noticed Sharon standing atop the balcony in the atrium. As she saw the High Elf, she pulled her hood back and waved up at him.\n\n\"Heey! Did I make it in time for breakfast?\"", "username": "Rithy", "char_name": "Rithrynn Syn'Dial" }, { "text": "Silly double posts ^^", "username": "Rithy", "char_name": "Rithrynn Syn'Dial" }, { "text": "When the door to the atrium suddenly opened, a small hope appeared in Sharon's chest that it might have been Liaena returning. But alas, it turned out to be Rithrynn to his great surprise, accompanying a large nightsaber who was dragging no small amount of snow with her inside, something that made Friedrick throw the cat a rather demeaning look that Nisha herself seemed ever so happily ignorant about.\n\n\"Rithrynn?\" Sharon said from the top of the balcony, as he looked down at the Night Elf.\n\"Where have you been?\"\n\nHe asked, taking a couple of steps down alongside the circular stairs leading down to the main floor of the atrium.\n\n*\"What has she been doing? Is this another secret operation by Liaena and Rithrynn behind my back? Goodness, what are they up to this time?!\"*\n\nSharon couldn't help but wonder if the disappearance of Liaena was not linked with Rithrynn's own little trip out of the house in the middle of the night. Those two were like fire and gunpowder, and were more than capable of causing no small amount of chaos or damage when left to their own devices.\nThe High Elf could already start to imagine the complaints piling up at the City Guard's offices, complaints that would soon find their way to him!\n\n*\"Dear light, I hope they haven't broken anything expensive.\"*\n\nReaching the bottom of the stairs, Sharon walked over to Rithrynn. He threw her nightsaber a brief look as he approached her. Rithrynn and her warband was however not the first time he had ever seen Nightsabers, which had been back in the Third Great War.\n\n\"Do you have any idea where Liaena is, Rithrynn? I haven't seen her since yesturday.\"", "username": "Sinerathin", "char_name": "Sharon Daerin'Lei" }, { "text": "\"I…see…\" Kathlin said hesitantly, taking a moment to digest this new information. \"I'm sorry Ma'am. I thought that you were the one that found him\"\n\nShe cast a quick glance at Ragnar, but the dwarf still seemed unwilling to commit either way to the conversation. At the same time, Kathlin spied a little owl flutter down to perch on the windowsill behind Rosemarys back and begin to headbutt the glass persistently.\n\n*\"She has the best timing…\"*\n\n\"Uh…actually Ma'am, I'm not actually a member of the Red Vanguard. Some of their members are friends…of a friend, so they asked me along to see if there was anything I could do to help\" Kathlin clarified after a pause, causing the dwarf next to her to give her quite a sharp look.\n\n\"If possible, I'd still like to assist your Captain Adolph with the investigation. It's my….civic duty, I suppose Ma'am? I would prefer to finish the autopsy, and I do have a bit of medical knowledge if they were in need of that\"\n\nHaving said her piece, Kathlin clasped her hands behind her back as she looked at Rosemary, all the while ignoring the rhythmic bangings coming from the window behind the lady, which were becoming steadily louder.\n\n\"Would it be possible to speak to the servant that found him, Ma'am?\"\n\n*\n\nRunning as though all the creatures of hell were behind her, Liaena had long since been left in the dust by Rithrynn and Nisha, but then she didn't take the same route as the Night Elf and Sabre. Leaving the main street to sprint down one of the side alleyways, Liaena cut an almost straight line across the Cathedral district as she jumped over bins, ran along walls and barged heedlessly through not-at-all public rights of way. It was only when she burst out on the waterfront of the canal path that she stalled for a moment.\n\nRunning on pure adrenaline, it was only when she stopped that all of the complaints from her overexerted body hit her at once as she groaned, bending over to nurse a wicked stitch. The bottom part of her new cloak had been ripped clean off and she had no idea how it had happened. The hem of her expensive wool dress was caked with melted snow and grime, and her hair was a sight to behold. However bad she looked however, she felt a lot worse.\n*\"Oh Rithrynn. What's he done to you?\"*\n\nShe must have been possessed, by that creature that attacked them in the sewer, or maybe some other evil curse that Sherpa had cast to get his claws into her. That was after all, the only possible explanation, and it hurt a lot more than any of the physical abuse she had recently taken. *\"I should never have told her to go away\"*\n\nBut where was she going now? Back to Sharon's house? Where Sharon was, surrounded by idiot Night Elves that wouldn't even give their sister a second glance, and where it was all too easy to get him on his own, just in time for a tragic accident…\n\nLiaena started to run again.", "username": "Feychild", "char_name": null }, { "text": "\"You mean she's still gone?\" Rithrynn asked back at Sharon, the Night Elf raising her eyebrows for a moment; before quickly returning to a more neutral expression.\n\n...\n\n\"I don't have a clue... \"\n\n*\"She's probably still over at that dwarven bar I bet, spending time with her fellow midgets, heh.\"*\n\nRithrynn smiled innocently back at Sharon, who at the moment was giving her a very long look in return.\n\n\"Maybe she is out shopping. Or she has gone to a scheduled gathering with other shorties to discuss their everyday day-to-day problems. Only the goddess knows, she could be concocting a devious new potion in all secret in some hidden tunnels beneath this very house! ... I haven't seen her since yesterday.\"\n\nRithrynn shrugged her shoulders and slightly raised her palms at Sharon. Nisha in the meantime threw her a rather odd glare, before the big nightsaber resumed her job of sniffing out every single scent in the air with deep sniffs - trying to find the salmon with raspberry sauce promised to her by Rithrynn.\n\n\"Buuut... \" Rithrynn said hesitantly, secreting taking a step by Sharon as she gently pulled on Nisha's collar.\n\"I've got to go feed Nisha over here... talk to you later, alright? Kay-Thanks-goodbye-seeyou-Elunewatchyourpath!!\"\n\nWith a non-so-subtle pace, Rithrynn walked sideways through the room with Nisha, giving Sharon a reassuring smile and wave; before disappearing into the corridor below the stairs as she headed for Miss Colin's kitchen!", "username": "Rithy", "char_name": "Rithrynn Syn'Dial" } ]
Sharon merely stared at her as Rithrynn did her odd and unceremonious exit from the room and flight from him. Although some might call it weird and almost suspicious, Sharon knew that such behavior wasn't all that unusual from Rithrynn who by all definitions was a little weird. *"Great, here I'm waging a shadow war against my fallen brother but all around me my only allies are each part of some hidden plot or conspiracy."*Sharon muttered under his breath while throwing his hand up in the air. Ironically, the only allies who had been with him the entire time and held no secrets was no one else but Serphia's own warband. But that didn't matter all that much, considering the fact that the vast majority of them were either too inebriated to ever understand the concept of a plan, or too wasted after their legendarily heavy partying to even walk. *"What's next? Sherpa's now got secret agents within my own house plotting to kill me?!"* --- "I found him; my servants found him, they are all part of my household and all the same." Rosamery answered in a slightly irritated tone, apparently not too happy with Kathlin's sharp questions. "It was Eddick Murphy who found my husband. This is the man you would like to speak to." Rosamery motioned towards the servant who had been escorting Ragnar and Kathlin earlier, and who was standing right next to them at the moment. Returning from his formal bowing position, Eddick looked towards Kathlin and Ragnar. "My name is Eddick Murphy. It was I who made the gruesome discovery of Master Alfidious abrupt demise." He replied in as dry and professional manner as he could, his pristine face unmoving. "I have to greet our new arrivals. But if you will but accompany me down to them, I can answer any questions that you might have on our way down. It would also give our dear lady time to mourn the loss of her husband, which she sorely needs." Eddick explained as the servant motioned towards the exit of the green observatory. The mansion was no small in size nor stature, and the journey to the first floor could take some time. --- "What? Who goes the - oh by the light!" Miss Collins immediately reacted as the door to her kitchen went up. The pudgy woman turned around, pausing in the middle of hacking the head off a dead bird with a giant meatcleaver when she first saw Rithrynn, then the big nightsaber following her. "By all the king's follies, how many times must I tell you that there are**NO**animals allowed on the kitchen!" Miss Collins exclaimed when she spotted Nisha who was accompanying Rithrynn, slamming the meatclaver down into the wooden table where it buried itself into the thick planks. Walking up towards Rithrynn and Nisha, she folded her arms as she gave Rithrynn an angry look. "It's strictly forbidden. Do you want your food spoiled or half eaten by the time of serving or what? Then you don't bring cats into my domain!" Collins turned to look at Nisha. But as her eyes met with that of the nightsaber, her angry features suddenly abated as her face turned into a lovable smile. Grabbing the sides of the nightsaber's head, Collins began to playfully ruffle the saber's head around. "Ohhh aren't you such a big, lovable little girl?!" Collins switched to a lovable baby voice as she addressed the big war cat. "You look malnourished, sweets! Haven't those big elves fed you anything? Don't worry, my little tuffy, mamma Collins has a special treat or two waiting just for a nice cat such as yourself!"
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Sinerathin
Sharon Daerin'Lei
Race: High Elf Age: 235 Description: 190 cm tall. Fairly slim figure, and physically fit. By human standards, he appears to be in his 20s. White skin with a slight tanned tone. His eyes are deep arcane blue with a mystical elven magical tint. His hair is blonde and flows to his neck. Usually clean shaved. Biography: A scholar and academic by profession. Sharon was born in Quel'Thalas, where he was raised. He traveled often and visited the human lands of Lordearon and its surrounding kingdoms, and even sometimes the dwarves during his travels. His academic career started in his homeland of Quel'Thalas, but he became closely acquainted to the circles of Dalaran in the human kingdom to the south, where he became a professor and spent his time tutoring students and delving deeper into the mysteries of the arcane arts together with his fellow colleagues. Besides his work in academia, he also lived a materialistic life of extravaganza and debauchery. His life changed with the outbreak of the Third War, as the Scourge lay waste to the great northern kingdoms, including his own Quel'Thalas, turning the continent's most sophisticated civilization into a lifeless graveyard. During the undeath onslaught, with his kingdom shattered and the human and elven armies ruined, Sharon choose to help the human resistance in their struggle for survival and in aiding refugees escape the all consuming legions of the damned, and followed them south. The conflict permanently changed Sharon; the exposure to the sheer horrors and mindless brutality of the Scourge had been a humbling experience and a wakeup call. Having lost his home, and with the vast majority of his friends and family now dead, he devoted much of his time to helping the denizens of Stormwind, and joined the Silver Covenant as he pursued the reconstruction of Dalaran. Even after the the magical city of Dalaran was completed, Sharon choose to remain in Stormwind. Part in due to financial difficulties, and partly because he never could feel quite at home in Dalaran after its first ruination. But even then he often visited the city, to give lectures and share his studies and findings with fellow colleagues, much like he had done before the war.
[ { "text": "\"I was doing my normal evening rounds in the house, putting out all the lights.\" Eddick answered nonchalantly while he cast Kathlin a gaze. He was leading both her and Ragnar down a large set of hanging stairs going through a large library the interior size of a small cathedral.\n\n\"Alfidious had retreated to his private studies at eight'o clock, while lady Rosamery went to her bedchambers a little past midnight. Normally, I would not enter or disrupt Master Alfidious when he was in sanctuary, as he is a reclusive man with a strong desire for personal privacy and solitude. He usually locks the door behind him, and doesn't come out until early the next morning to travel to the Royal Keep.\"\n\nMurphy continued to talk as he walked. As they reached the bottom floor, he lead them to the left, through a small maze of lesser corridors lined with windows out across the courtyard.\n\n\"But that night, it was different. While I did my ordinary rounds outside his chamber, I noticed that the door to his room was unlocked, which was highly unusual. When I opened the doors to check on Master Alfidious, I found him dead in his studies, alone, with no one else. The windows to his room were perfectly intact, and they are designed to never be opened. Now, what did interest me was that the fact that there was no key in the lock itself.\"\n\nAs they passed by the large oak doors to the room in which Alfidiou's corpse still lay in, Murphy motioned towards the locks on the door. They were very different from the ordinary brass locks in the house, the lock to the chamber in particular made out of heavy duty titanium and with some mystical magical runes shining ever so faintly around the keyhole.\nThe heavy twin doors were, although a little old, still in a pristine condition, seemingly untouched and undamaged, as if they were straight out of production.\n\n\"As you can see, he was a man with a... very great desire, for privacy. The lock to his chamber surpasses even the lock of the main door to the house by many leagues. It was made by an intricate dwarven design, and then enchanted by some of the top enchanters of Stormwind's High School of Magic. It would be easier to break down the doors themselves ten times than attempt to pick or break the lock itself. But there are only two keys to the room. One resides with Master Alfidious himself, and it was still on him when I checked this morning. The other one lies in the possession of Lady Rosamery.\"\n\nAs they began their journey down the final flight of stairs towards the atrium, Murphy turned to look towards Kathlin.\n\n\"And no, before you get any ideas; Lady Rosamery did not leave her bedchamber when Alfidious was killed. She spent her night before going to bed in the library reading, and I saw her multiple times between. It was I who had to wake her up in fact after discovering the fate of her husband.\"\n\n\" ... Joe, Mason; go to the private study, the book of events last month should be there somewhere. Go... \" Sounded the voice of a man, but it immediately stopped as Ragnar, Murphy and Kathlin came walking down the stairs into the atrium.\n\nAt the main floor of the atrium were more than a dozen white cloaked men walking around, and another dozen appearing from the back a heavy carriage that just pulled up on the outside of the mansion.\nThe man who had been speaking, the Captain of the White Hand members, was a man with slick, black hair and mustache, and currently in the progress of briefing some of his men. But when he noticed the group that came walking down, he had already turned around to look at them.\n\n\"Captain Adolph, I presume? Lady Rosamery is extremely happy that you could come on such short notice.\" Murphy began as he walked down the stairs, and up to the Captain. Adolph's eyes were originally on Murphy, but they switched over to Kathlin and Ragnar who were behind him. Ragnar in particular returned his curiosity with a rather dark gaze, the dwarf none too happy with the new arrivals.\n\n\"Surprised tha see ye here, Adolfie. City Guard was too hard fer ye?\" Ragnar brummed in a slightly mocking tone, which generated a particular cold stare from Adolph. Adolph gave a short glance to the two men he had been briefing. They nodded, before they turned and walked away, passing by Kathlin and Ragnar as they journeyed up the stairs towards Alfidious chambers.\n\n\"Yes, we are happy that we have the opportunity to work for your lady.\" Adolph said as his gaze returned to Murphy.\n\"Her wisdom seems to only increase over the years, as shown by choosing the service of the White Hand. We understand she is in mourning, and we will keep quiet as we set up her new defenses.\"\n\n\"She will much appreciate your sensitivity, Captain.\" Murphy replied, the servant still as motionless as ever.\n\nAs there came a brief lull in the conversation between the servant and the Captain, Adolph turned his attention over to Ragnar who was standing next to Kathlin.\n\n\"And Ragnar, I'm surprised to see you sober. It seems so very out of character for you.\"\n\n---\n\nLetting out a sigh, Sharon was about to walk towards the stairs again when he suddenly heard a pair of faint yet fast footsteps outside the door.\n\nThe High Elf barely had time to turn around before the doors to the mansion flew to either side and smashed against the walls, as a frantic little black haired girl came storming into the house like a tornado.\n\nSharon quickly recognized said girl as Liaena, whom at that point looked like she had been through a war judging by her expression!\n\n\"Liaena?\" Sharon exclaimed, while Friedrick passed through the room in the background. Upon seeing the girl however, Friedrick paused, and gave Liaena a rather generous smile.\n\n\"Ahh, Lady Rune. I am happy to see you back. I have prepared some new clothes for you, they are waiting for you in your private chambers. I have also filled the bathtub with warmwater, as I know you would like to avoid the Night Elves down in the pool. Just remember to remove the fire rune from the water before stepping into it.\"\n\nAfter having given his message, Friedrick was off as quickly as he had came.\n\nSharon, on the other hand, had mostly ignored the words of his butler, too focused on Liaena herself.\n\n\"Are you alright, Liaena?!\"", "username": "Sinerathin", "char_name": "Sharon Daerin'Lei" }, { "text": "Liaena merely stared blankly at the Sharon for a moment, the human having paid as little attention to Fredericks words as the high elf. Upon seeing Sharon alive, well and decidedly un-shanked, the girl allowed the hand holding the dart-gun to fall back to her side.\n\n\"Liaena!?\"\n\n\"…We need to talk\" Liaena got out finally as she strode forward, grabbing a fistful of Sharons dressing gown sleeve as she dragged him forcefully towards the staircase. The elf hurried after her rather than be pulled or have the expensive material ripped; trying to slow down Liaena was akin to attempting to reason with a particularly pig-headed steam locomotive with all the brakes ripped off. \"Why? What's happened?\"\n\nUp two flights of stairs, Liaena did not pause or slow down until they reached Sharons study, whereupon she pushed the confused high elf inside, checked behind her for pursuers and entered herself before slamming the door and locking it. Turning to give Sharon another blank look, she fell to pacing around the room. \"I know where Sherpa is\"\n\n\"What?\"\n\n\"I know where Sherpa is staying\" Liaena repeated. She had still not let go of, or put down the dart gun. \"I got his address from a housing estate agent, I went over to his house and saw him come out of it. It's 32 Eternal Sun Street, over in the Cathedral District\"\n\n\"….\"\n\n\"Isn't…that….good?\"\n\nLiaena was silent for a long moment. The girl was still wandering around the room aimlessly, in a manner that suggested that she was still too wired up to sit down. \"I saw Rithrynn there too\"\n\n\"…\"\n\n\"She was there too!\" Liaena whirled on Sharon even though the high elf had raised no voice of doubt or objection, her face displaying mingled desperation, confusion and fury all at once. \"Just a few minutes after Sherpa left, she ran out with that big cat of hers and rode off down the street. He must be controlling her somehow, with spells or that thing that attacked us down in the sewer…..I-I-don't don't know what to do\"", "username": "Feychild", "char_name": null } ]
Sharon was taken by surprise by the sudden news. Rithrynn, in league with Sherpa, possibly mind controlled by the same curse or spirit that had affected Liaena earlier? Liaena definitely seemed rattled by whatever it was that she had seen out in the city, and if she had seen Rithrynn, at the very homebase of Sherpa in any other character than murdering his crew, it was clear why she was worried! Moving one arm behind Liaena, Sharon tried to calm the frantic girl as he thought about the recent news. *"I could probably have made a mind control joke about there not being anything to control in the first place in the case of Rithrynn, but that would be highly inappropriate considering the circumstances."* "Rithrynn hasn't said anything or mentioned Sherpa since she came back. She has acted quite normal, or as normal as she can be." Sharon said as he looked at Liaena. Rithrynn, in a peaceful meeting with Sherpa could mean two things. First of all, Liaena's fears could be right, and she could in fact be possessed by a similar spirit as the one that had possessed Liaena back in Dalaran. In which case, they had a powerful evil force on their hands to deal with, right in their very base. On the other hand, Rithrynn could have been playing a secret second game that none of them knew about. It seemed unlikely that she would support Sherpa, but then again, Sharon would never have expected Rithrynn to be the one to be toying with hidden plots and secrets. Those were games more in the domain of Liaena than the straightforward Night Elven Sentinel. "If she really is possessed, we are going to have to be extremely careful... " Sharon concluded, his mind entering a brief contemplation. "We should consult Marshall. If whatever's possessing her becomes suspicious that we could be onto it, Light only knows what it could do before we managed to contain it!"
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Sinerathin
Sharon Daerin'Lei
Race: High Elf Age: 235 Description: 190 cm tall. Fairly slim figure, and physically fit. By human standards, he appears to be in his 20s. White skin with a slight tanned tone. His eyes are deep arcane blue with a mystical elven magical tint. His hair is blonde and flows to his neck. Usually clean shaved. Biography: A scholar and academic by profession. Sharon was born in Quel'Thalas, where he was raised. He traveled often and visited the human lands of Lordearon and its surrounding kingdoms, and even sometimes the dwarves during his travels. His academic career started in his homeland of Quel'Thalas, but he became closely acquainted to the circles of Dalaran in the human kingdom to the south, where he became a professor and spent his time tutoring students and delving deeper into the mysteries of the arcane arts together with his fellow colleagues. Besides his work in academia, he also lived a materialistic life of extravaganza and debauchery. His life changed with the outbreak of the Third War, as the Scourge lay waste to the great northern kingdoms, including his own Quel'Thalas, turning the continent's most sophisticated civilization into a lifeless graveyard. During the undeath onslaught, with his kingdom shattered and the human and elven armies ruined, Sharon choose to help the human resistance in their struggle for survival and in aiding refugees escape the all consuming legions of the damned, and followed them south. The conflict permanently changed Sharon; the exposure to the sheer horrors and mindless brutality of the Scourge had been a humbling experience and a wakeup call. Having lost his home, and with the vast majority of his friends and family now dead, he devoted much of his time to helping the denizens of Stormwind, and joined the Silver Covenant as he pursued the reconstruction of Dalaran. Even after the the magical city of Dalaran was completed, Sharon choose to remain in Stormwind. Part in due to financial difficulties, and partly because he never could feel quite at home in Dalaran after its first ruination. But even then he often visited the city, to give lectures and share his studies and findings with fellow colleagues, much like he had done before the war.
[ { "text": "Liaena merely stared blankly at the Sharon for a moment, the human having paid as little attention to Fredericks words as the high elf. Upon seeing Sharon alive, well and decidedly un-shanked, the girl allowed the hand holding the dart-gun to fall back to her side.\n\n\"Liaena!?\"\n\n\"…We need to talk\" Liaena got out finally as she strode forward, grabbing a fistful of Sharons dressing gown sleeve as she dragged him forcefully towards the staircase. The elf hurried after her rather than be pulled or have the expensive material ripped; trying to slow down Liaena was akin to attempting to reason with a particularly pig-headed steam locomotive with all the brakes ripped off. \"Why? What's happened?\"\n\nUp two flights of stairs, Liaena did not pause or slow down until they reached Sharons study, whereupon she pushed the confused high elf inside, checked behind her for pursuers and entered herself before slamming the door and locking it. Turning to give Sharon another blank look, she fell to pacing around the room. \"I know where Sherpa is\"\n\n\"What?\"\n\n\"I know where Sherpa is staying\" Liaena repeated. She had still not let go of, or put down the dart gun. \"I got his address from a housing estate agent, I went over to his house and saw him come out of it. It's 32 Eternal Sun Street, over in the Cathedral District\"\n\n\"….\"\n\n\"Isn't…that….good?\"\n\nLiaena was silent for a long moment. The girl was still wandering around the room aimlessly, in a manner that suggested that she was still too wired up to sit down. \"I saw Rithrynn there too\"\n\n\"…\"\n\n\"She was there too!\" Liaena whirled on Sharon even though the high elf had raised no voice of doubt or objection, her face displaying mingled desperation, confusion and fury all at once. \"Just a few minutes after Sherpa left, she ran out with that big cat of hers and rode off down the street. He must be controlling her somehow, with spells or that thing that attacked us down in the sewer…..I-I-don't don't know what to do\"", "username": "Feychild", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Sharon was taken by surprise by the sudden news.\n\nRithrynn, in league with Sherpa, possibly mind controlled by the same curse or spirit that had affected Liaena earlier?\nLiaena definitely seemed rattled by whatever it was that she had seen out in the city, and if she had seen Rithrynn, at the very homebase of Sherpa in any other character than murdering his crew, it was clear why she was worried!\n\nMoving one arm behind Liaena, Sharon tried to calm the frantic girl as he thought about the recent news.\n\n*\"I could probably have made a mind control joke about there not being anything to control in the first place in the case of Rithrynn, but that would be highly inappropriate considering the circumstances.\"*\n\n\"Rithrynn hasn't said anything or mentioned Sherpa since she came back. She has acted quite normal, or as normal as she can be.\" Sharon said as he looked at Liaena. Rithrynn, in a peaceful meeting with Sherpa could mean two things.\n\nFirst of all, Liaena's fears could be right, and she could in fact be possessed by a similar spirit as the one that had possessed Liaena back in Dalaran. In which case, they had a powerful evil force on their hands to deal with, right in their very base.\nOn the other hand, Rithrynn could have been playing a secret second game that none of them knew about. It seemed unlikely that she would support Sherpa, but then again, Sharon would never have expected Rithrynn to be the one to be toying with hidden plots and secrets. Those were games more in the domain of Liaena than the straightforward Night Elven Sentinel.\n\n\"If she really is possessed, we are going to have to be extremely careful... \" Sharon concluded, his mind entering a brief contemplation.\n\"We should consult Marshall. If whatever's possessing her becomes suspicious that we could be onto it, Light only knows what it could do before we managed to contain it!\"", "username": "Sinerathin", "char_name": "Sharon Daerin'Lei" }, { "text": "Liaena nodded distractedly, running through Sharons proposal in her head. \"Right. Marshall. Of course. I'll talk to him\"\n\nThe girl was still clearly thinking about a million fragmented things at once. Liaena took several hurried steps forward, pulling out of Sharons arms before swinging around to look back at him. \"If Sherpa dies, it might break whatever control he's got over her. He's got his own mercenary guild, a gang called the White Hand. I saw men from their group outside his house. There was a death of a noble last night I think they were involved in, so I sent Kitty to go and investigate –\"\n\n\"Who?\"\n\n\"—but they're building their own castle, practically! Down at their docks, they've got a fortress that looks out over the harbour\" Liaena ploughed on, completely oblivious of Sharons attempts to contribute to the conversation. \"If this goes on much longer, he'll have too much of a foothold to get rid of. I think we should infiltrate the house he's staying at, and take him out there as soon as possible. I can go in disguised as a servant and the Night Elves can –\"\n\n\"…\"\n\n\"Oh Light. Serphia.\"\n\nLiaena had, if possible, gone even paler as she paused to think through all the possible ramifications of the situation in her head. \"There's no way to involve her without her blabbing it all to Rithrynn. But we*can't*tell her about Rithrynn. I don't know what she might do to her\"\n\nOkay. Time for plan B, possibly.\n\nFalling silent again, Liaena paused to consider all of the possible alternatives for Sherpa Murder, all while under the suspicious eyes of Sharon. *\"I could just go in there by myself\"*", "username": "Feychild", "char_name": null }, { "text": "*\"Private armies, secret agents and now even his own castle. My brother has been very busy it seems!\"*\n\nAlthough the idea of Sherpa building his own castle in Stormwind seemed out of whack at first, Sharon did remember hearing about the harbor defense project down by the docks. What better way to build your strategic, evil castle of doom without drawing suspicion than making it a joint effort seemingly for the benefit of the city?\n\n\"White Hand... those were a mercenary group, weren't they?\" Sharon said, thinking back. He had heard about the White Hand, they were among the city's newer security groups, whom had received quite a lot of praise from their clients.\nIn fact, the last time he had been reading about them was the mercenary catalog given to him by Friedrick when he had been looking for a mercenary group to help defend him after the assassination attack.\n\nIt was probably best not to tell Liaena that before the Night Elves had come, the White Hand had been one of the groups Sharon had considered hiring.\n\n*\"It would probably have not been the best idea to hire mercenaries to protect me from my brother-who-wants-to-kill-me's private army.\"*\n\n\"Going against my brother alone would be suicide. He is a powerful foe. He might be even stronger than the last time we faced him. And that is even without considering the fact that he now has an entire private army on his side. Whatever happens, we will certainly need allies if we are ever going to hope to have a chance of taking him. Anything less would result in little more than a futile and overly dramatic suicide.\"\n\nSharon spoke while thinking. Sherpa was a former Death Knight of the Scourge, a man who almost solely brought great devastation to Dalaran. And now he had his own army. If they were going to take him out, they would need any assistance that they could get!\n\n\"We need Serphia and her elves.\" Sharon commented, chewing on his next words carefully.\n\"But Rithrynn represents an unstable element that would compromise the entire operation... \"\n\n*\"Telling Serphia would probably be a bad idea... \"*\n\n\"We need a way to neutralize her... what about her 'close friend', Naliyah?\" Sharon asked, looking back at Liaena.", "username": "Sinerathin", "char_name": "Sharon Daerin'Lei" }, { "text": "\"How about her close friend, Naliyah?\"\n\n\"No…\" Liaena muttered after a moments pause where she considered Sharons proposal. \"…I don't want to do that to her. None of this is her fault\"\n\nThe girl did not respond to Sharons remarks initially about a lone attack on the mansion and the likely futility thereof, still rapidly running through the options for the Rithrynn Situation in her head.\n\"I can deal with her. I'll can sort it so Serphia doesn't realise where she's gone, and then I can….go and get Marshall. I might even have someone who'd be able to tell me what he did to her – if she's feeling more cooperative this time, anyway\"\n\n\"…\"\n\n\"Oh. Yes. I've got an assassin\" Liaena added out of nowhere. In response to the weird look Sharon gave her, she felt around in her satchel until she pulled out the sock containing Astrid and plopped it on the desk, the sock jumping around angrily again after the little human tried to fight her way out of the material. \"I made a deal that I'd release her after all of this was over, so now I'm stuck with her. I'm not sure what to do with her now though…she's annoying to have to carry around the whole time\"\n\n\"…Would that be the assassin that the elves were searching for all night?\"\n\n\"No. I don't have that one anymore\" the girl said absently. As far as Liaena was concerned, her mind had clearly already moved on to more important matters than simply the whereabouts of tiny, angry mercenaries she might potentially be carrying in her hand luggage. \"The White Hand have a rivalry with the Red Vanguard. I think we could get the Red Vanguard on side easily if they got to take out the guy bank-rolling the lot that are taking over their jobs. Although there's more people than Sherpa involved in this. There's a guy called Jamie Lasher that he's staying with. I'd not heard of him\"", "username": "Feychild", "char_name": null } ]
"Very well, I trust your judgement on this matter." Sharon concluded after Liaena rejected his proposal. It was safe to say that Liaena knew Rithrynn better than he did himself, even though it oftentimes could seem like they spent most of their time fighting and arguing, and that Sharon had his fair share of intimate encounters with the latter where potions had been involved. "Jamie... " Sharon muttered as he stared absentmindedly past Liaena for a moment, as he raced through his memories to try to find any references to the name. "No, I don't think I... wait, I think I do. Jamie... Jamie Lasher." A light briefly appeared in Sharon's eyes as he remembered, and he looked back at the girl. "He is a merchant from the maritime trade business. The man was a former marine of the Lordaeron navy, if I remember correctly. I have met him a couple of times in the past, once in a banquet down by the docks. He owned a couple of transport ships and was looking for clients." Sharon chewed his lips. "But that was months ago... " What was Sherpa doing with him however? What kind of dealings had they set up between them? Sharon remembered enough to know that Jamie was a rather stern man, not someone who'd spent his time with needless chit-chat or frivolous parties. He was usually a man of few words who preferred to spend his time at sea with his merchant crew. "Perhaps we can use the conflict between the White Hand and Red Vanguard to our advantage. If you deal with RIthrynn and whatever might be affecting her, I will go and dig deeper into this matter. There's most likely gold involved, and no man knows gold better than Alfidious Barthelhowe, the royal treasury advisor. I won't call him a friend, but I knew him from some previous run-ins that I had with him. I will send him a letter, and with any luck, he'll find the courtesy to reply." Looking down at Liaena, Sharon placed his hand on her shoulder and smiled at her. "And, do be careful with our Captain Serphia. Her magic phobia might be bad, but it's nothing like how she'll react if she ever gets a whiff of that there might be dark magic involved."
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Sinerathin
Sharon Daerin'Lei
Race: High Elf Age: 235 Description: 190 cm tall. Fairly slim figure, and physically fit. By human standards, he appears to be in his 20s. White skin with a slight tanned tone. His eyes are deep arcane blue with a mystical elven magical tint. His hair is blonde and flows to his neck. Usually clean shaved. Biography: A scholar and academic by profession. Sharon was born in Quel'Thalas, where he was raised. He traveled often and visited the human lands of Lordearon and its surrounding kingdoms, and even sometimes the dwarves during his travels. His academic career started in his homeland of Quel'Thalas, but he became closely acquainted to the circles of Dalaran in the human kingdom to the south, where he became a professor and spent his time tutoring students and delving deeper into the mysteries of the arcane arts together with his fellow colleagues. Besides his work in academia, he also lived a materialistic life of extravaganza and debauchery. His life changed with the outbreak of the Third War, as the Scourge lay waste to the great northern kingdoms, including his own Quel'Thalas, turning the continent's most sophisticated civilization into a lifeless graveyard. During the undeath onslaught, with his kingdom shattered and the human and elven armies ruined, Sharon choose to help the human resistance in their struggle for survival and in aiding refugees escape the all consuming legions of the damned, and followed them south. The conflict permanently changed Sharon; the exposure to the sheer horrors and mindless brutality of the Scourge had been a humbling experience and a wakeup call. Having lost his home, and with the vast majority of his friends and family now dead, he devoted much of his time to helping the denizens of Stormwind, and joined the Silver Covenant as he pursued the reconstruction of Dalaran. Even after the the magical city of Dalaran was completed, Sharon choose to remain in Stormwind. Part in due to financial difficulties, and partly because he never could feel quite at home in Dalaran after its first ruination. But even then he often visited the city, to give lectures and share his studies and findings with fellow colleagues, much like he had done before the war.
[ { "text": "Falaani, who had been in a rather passive and bored stance earlier; had immediately been amped up by the arrival of a Blood Elf of all things in front of the house!\n\nEven though she was on the other side of the barred, frozen gate, she had not hesitated to already fire one arrow at the Blood Elf, but it had been a poorly placed shot that had been blocked.\nWhen the Blood Elf held up the two letters, Falaani's eyes narrowed as she looked them; bow and arrow ready in hand.\n\n\"Scryers-who? ... \" Falaani uttered, giving the much smaller elf an evil eye.\n\"Why by Elune's sacred ass should I care whatsoever of the opinions of a bunch of sin'dorei sub-elves... or whatever those Scryers are. You really are stupid to,-\"\n\nFalaani suddenly cancelled her arsenal of curse words and verbal attacks which she had prepared for Rae'liel when she heard another pair of steps. Now all of a sudden looking past Rae'liel, the Night Elves' silver eyes were tracking a pair of human guardsmen who patrolled the snowy streets, wearing some fur cloaks over their city armor.\nFalaani, who was on the other side of the gate, was outside of their field of vision, but the two men nonetheless threw Rae'liel a curious stare as they walked by, but didn't seem to have any intention to intervene at the Blood Elf. Instead, they simply passed some words and chuckles between themselves before disappearing around the next corner.\n\nStruck by a momentary disbelief, Falaani's eyes shot back at Rae'liel as she immediately raised her bow at her.\n\n\"What conspiracy is this?! Are you some ploy sent by the apes?!\"\n\n\"What's going on, sister?\" Sounded the voice of another sentinel, Sa'Thani, whom shortly thereafter appeared by Falaani on the other side of the gate. She too immediately aimed her bow at Rae'liel when she saw the Blood Elf.\n\n\"The humans let this green-eyed midget pass through the city - unscathed!\" Falaani shouted back at her fellow sisters, as the two sentinels were both now aiming at Rae'liel. Falaani was now scanning Rae'liel's body, seemingly looking for an unprotected point where she could place an arrow.\n\n\"Curse those degenerated monkeys, I knew they were useless!\"\n\n\"She also claims that she knows that High Elf we're protecting, Sharon.\" Falaani commented in the end ot Sa'Thani, who looked back at her.\n\n\"She's an honest assassin?\"\n\n\"I don't know. Do assassins knock on the door?\"\n\n\"It could be a second conspiracy, by the High Elf against us!\"\n\n\"What? He wouldn't dare!\"\n\n\"We should tell Mistress Serphia at once!\"\n\n\"Yeah! But... what do we do about the Blood Elf.\" Falaani asked hesitantly.\n\n\"Shoot her, of course! Do you really want to tell Serphia that you let one of those sin'dorei scum leave?!\"", "username": "Rithy", "char_name": "Rithrynn Syn'Dial" }, { "text": "\"Shoot her, of course! Do you really want to tell Serphia that you let one of those sin'dorei scum leave?!\"\n\n\"No, wait! Ahem - a moment of reason, my ladies!\"\n\nIt was the voice of Friedrick, Sharon's human butler, who just came from the house behind the two Night Elves. To say he was running would have been a bit of a stretch, but the silver haired human moved as fast as he could across the snow covered roads of the garden on his wooden cane, supporting his injured leg.\n\nHe was an older man, well past his sixties which was revealed by the faded colors of his hair. But despite his age, the man still looked rather healthy, a firm but slim figure and with a pair of sharp eyes.\n\nAs he finally reached Falaani and Sa'Thina, Friedrick took a moment to regain his breath, before the old man looked towards the gate, and the Blood Elf standing on the other side.\n\n\"Ahh, you must be Lady Kindreth.\" Friedrick said with a friendly tone, before making a quick bow between the two Night Elves that towered around him.\n\"I bid you welcome to Sharon Daerin'Lei's mansion. We have been expecting you. Please ladies, if you will let Lady Kindreth in... \"\n\n\" ... \"\n\nWhen there came nothing but silence from the two Night Elves, Friedrick casually rolled his eyes while throwing one hand up in the air.\n\n\"I can personally vouch for this woman's noble intentions, she is of no threat! Now, stand back, and please do not shoot me again!\" Friedrick stated, before he turned towards the gate and found a pair of extra keys which he used to unlock it.\nAs the gate opened for Rae'liel, Friedrick beckoned for her to enter, while secretly passing her a pair of shaded goggles.\n\n\"I know it's not an optimal solution, my lady, but use these until we've made your presence official. It should avoid any further difficulties with our... slightly paranoid guests.\" He spoke in a low tone to her while passing through the frozen garden.\n\"My name is Friedrick, I am the housemaster of this estate and will be responsible for providing you with a comfortable stay at Master Sharon's mansion.\"", "username": "Sinerathin", "char_name": "Sharon Daerin'Lei" }, { "text": "Rae'liel\n\n-The Honored Guest\n\nFrowning as the Night Elf woman was quickly dismissive of the plain logic that was presented before her, Rae'liel tensed ever slightly as the bow was raised towards her once again. Under normal circumstance she like any other creature in this world had no intention in becoming a proverbial pin cushion for Huntresses; yet as the string visibly tensed, the Paladin prepared to defend herself. That, after likely being shot at again, was well within her right.\n\nHowever, a momentary pause came in the former of two human guards walking upon the scene. Gritting her teeth for just a second, Rae could only hope that they weren't one of those who hadn't been informed of her. Yet was they simply strode past and made only a casual jest at the shapely ways of her armor, she let out a sigh of relief. Only to sharply let out a bout of laughter as the Night Elven woman stared at her in complete disbelief!\n\nSuch jovial tones did summon the attention of a second, which only made matters worse as a second bow was brought to bear. As the two debated among themselves about the incompetence of humans, her grip tightened further upon the shield she held in preparation. Finally, they came to their warmongering decision, and the strings tensed to let fly the projectiles into the air, only to pause as there was the sound of hasty and frantic footsteps echoing in the distance.\n\nAll three Elves looked to see none other than Sharon's Butler hurrying his way down to where the stood, pleading for a moment of logical thought. Elated by this, Rae smirked arrogantly as he explained who she was, and her situation alongside that. Begrudgingly, she would accept the goggles given to her and slide them on over her eyes. Arrogant and fierce as she was, the Paladin was still no fool.\n\nAs the gate swung wide, she finally returned the constant chastising of the Night Elves with a venomous bite of her own tongue. \"Leave it to the direct children of**Trolls**to lack simple wit and common sense. Seems that you are all not so far removed from*da voodoo*as you would like to think you are. Imbeciles.\" Moving past them, the elderly human gave her a sharp look of disapproval to which she simply shrugged off. Racial tension was going to be something for those mongrels to enlighten themselves from. Perhaps of they had half the brain that Orcs did, this issue would have been less vicious.\n\nHowever, at long last, kind words would escape her as she sauntered on past the two huntresses and fell into an easy step aside Frederick with an actually warm smile on her lips. \"I remember you from when you were little, you've grown up and gone into old age so quickly, how is your family Frederick? Do you have any grandchildren yet?\" The house was drawing nearer as they passed frozen gardens and fountains covered in wintry powdered white. \"And why has Sharon summoned me here? The letter did not go into credible detail.\"", "username": "Feisty-Pants", "char_name": null } ]
"One." Friedrick answered shortly. "He became a lawyer of all things. Why I would never understand; the man had all the finer qualities to become a honored butler to the higher families of Stormwind, but woe behold; fate did not deem his future so." Friedrick strategically positioned himself between Rae'liel and the Night Elves whom they walked away from, in case one of the former might be tempted to place an arrow in Rae'liel's neck for talking back to them. "The reason you were summoned was due to a bad case of assassins, who are also supported by darker forces, which is so typical of Sharon. One thing is for the political world of Stormwind to try to kill you, but it takes a certain kind of character to attract the forces of evil on top of it all!" Friedrick explained as they reached the outer door, which outside of its carved wooden ornaments and decorative gold linings also carried its fair share of heavy steel plating with some magical runes etched into it that glowed dimly in the morning light. "The door's quite new, actually. We had to replace it after the first night, and all signs indicate that it has so far been assassin... and Night Elf; proof." The butler pulled the heavy iron handle down, and one of the doors swung open as they were met with a wave of warm air from the inside. Walking inside, he shut the door behind them after Rae'liel had entered. The atrium was as messy as it had always been since the arrival of Serphia's warband, with pictures hanging sideways, goblets lying around on the floor, alongside two inebriated Night Elves who were fast asleep, one wearing an obviously undersized, human designed set of robes in a flurry of different colors, and the other little more than a thong as she slept upside down in an recliner. The brass bucket normally laid out for canes and staves by the entrance had been occupied by a plethora of spears, bows and other bizarre weapons from the Night Elves's vicious arsenal. "Do not worry yourself, the vast majority of the elves are restricted to the first and basement level, and most in the living room." Friedrick explained as he lead Rae'liel through the battlefield that was the atrium. Loud noises, screams and laughter still emanated from the lower west flight of the mansion where the living room was located. "They have been partying for days on end without any rest, and as a consequence of that, so haven't I had any either. How they do it, I have no idea. Before they came here, I had always assumed that dwarves were the uncontested champions of mindless frivolities." Freidrick continued to talk as he took Rae'liel up through a flight of stairs. The upper levels of the mansion were considerably tidier than the lower ones, the hallways pristine and untouched almost as if no one had walked in them at all short of a crew of professional cleaners. As they reached the door to Sharon's chambers, Friedrick paused just outside; the voices of Liaena and Sharon could be heard from within. Turning to Rae'liel, Friedrick smiled. "It's good to see you again, Lady Kindreth. You don't seem to have changed one bit since I last saw you... " Friedrick stated, before pausing and motioning towards the door. "Sharon is inside, and so is his new lover. This one he has actually managed to keep for quite some time now, and I have to say I am impressed. He should be ready to speak to you, but... if you have any more questions, now is the time."
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Sinerathin
Sharon Daerin'Lei
Race: High Elf Age: 235 Description: 190 cm tall. Fairly slim figure, and physically fit. By human standards, he appears to be in his 20s. White skin with a slight tanned tone. His eyes are deep arcane blue with a mystical elven magical tint. His hair is blonde and flows to his neck. Usually clean shaved. Biography: A scholar and academic by profession. Sharon was born in Quel'Thalas, where he was raised. He traveled often and visited the human lands of Lordearon and its surrounding kingdoms, and even sometimes the dwarves during his travels. His academic career started in his homeland of Quel'Thalas, but he became closely acquainted to the circles of Dalaran in the human kingdom to the south, where he became a professor and spent his time tutoring students and delving deeper into the mysteries of the arcane arts together with his fellow colleagues. Besides his work in academia, he also lived a materialistic life of extravaganza and debauchery. His life changed with the outbreak of the Third War, as the Scourge lay waste to the great northern kingdoms, including his own Quel'Thalas, turning the continent's most sophisticated civilization into a lifeless graveyard. During the undeath onslaught, with his kingdom shattered and the human and elven armies ruined, Sharon choose to help the human resistance in their struggle for survival and in aiding refugees escape the all consuming legions of the damned, and followed them south. The conflict permanently changed Sharon; the exposure to the sheer horrors and mindless brutality of the Scourge had been a humbling experience and a wakeup call. Having lost his home, and with the vast majority of his friends and family now dead, he devoted much of his time to helping the denizens of Stormwind, and joined the Silver Covenant as he pursued the reconstruction of Dalaran. Even after the the magical city of Dalaran was completed, Sharon choose to remain in Stormwind. Part in due to financial difficulties, and partly because he never could feel quite at home in Dalaran after its first ruination. But even then he often visited the city, to give lectures and share his studies and findings with fellow colleagues, much like he had done before the war.
[ { "text": "A series of heavy footsteps could suddenly be heard from outside of Sharon's study.\n\nNot long after, Falaani suddenly appeared outside the doorway, still covered in bits of frost and snow from the outside. She immediately spotted the trio inside the room, and raised her hand to point at them.\n\n\"There she is, mistress! That's the featherless harpy I spoke of!\" Falaani called out, just as more than half a dozen of sentinels rounded the corner behind her. All of them were armed and armored, wearing their winter uniforms consisting of long wool robes with pitch black steel plates, pauldrons, helmets, tassets, greaves and handguards; their armor decorated with an elaborate silver lining depicting leaves and intricate patterns over the black painted surface. And on their back, most of them wore a dual set of cloaks, their traditional deep purple and blue elven cloaks, with some shorter, black capes on top of it.\n\nAnd they were all armed to the teeth, holding bows, spears and dual blades, and more than a dozen angry, silver eyes were now zoomed in on Rae'liel.\n\nIn the middle of the group was their captain; Mistress Serphia, a towering elf with a long, flowing snow white hair who was very large even for a Night Elf, standing at almost eight feet tall and looming down over them. She was holding two thin, yet large and curved elven blades, and cast a cold and calculative look down at Rae'liel, similar to that of a predator eyeing its defenseless prey!\n\n\"Rath'falaani, safir!\" Serphia suddenly called out with a commanding voice, and the seven sentinels in her company immediately surged forward with a burst of speed through the doorway to the study, forming a half circle around where Rae'liel and Sharon stood; pointing their weapons and arrows directly at the couple!\nRithrynn was standing at the furthest to the side, the blue haired sentinel watching them closely while secretly trying to fix the last couple of straps of her armor while she thought no one was watching, after she had been forced to rearm herself on record time on Serphia's command!\n\nWalking forward in a calm yet threatening manner, Serphia approached the pair at the door. She held both of her swords with a firm grip as she approached them, the leather of her gloves cracking as her fingers squeezed around the handle of her blade.\n\nPausing, she took a moment to look down at Rae'liel and Sharon; before suddenly raising both of her light swords in the blink of an eye, pointing them at Sharon and Rae'liel and only stopping less than an inch away from their eyes!\n\n\"Is this a joke?\" Serphia asked with an ice cold tone, her eyes passing Sharon to land at Rae'liel.", "username": "Rithy", "char_name": "Rithrynn Syn'Dial" }, { "text": "When the door to his study suddenly opened, Sharon turned away from Liaena to look at the new arrival.\n\nHe had thought it to be one of the Night Elves walking in the wrong door, maybe Rithrynn had spied and overheard their conversation, or maybe just Marshall who came to give them a half-an-hour loudmouthed lecture about the dangers of dark magic and possessions.\n\nBut surprisingly, it was none of them.\n\n*\"Rae'liel Kindreth?\"*\n\n\"Hah, I'm sure they would. I am glad you could come on such a short notice, Rae'liel.\" Sharon said, the High Elf's mood having grown quite exponentially already as he had partly forgotten about the gloom and doom of his previous conversation with Liaena.\n\"I hope I didn't cause you any inconvienence. Oh, and Liaena, this is Rae'liel Kindreth, a friend of mine from the Third War. Rae'liel, this is... \"\n\n\"There she is, mistress! That's the featherless harpy I spoke of!\"\n\n*\"Oh by the light, I knew this would happen! ... \"*\n\nSharon made a deep, mental sigh when he heard the loud voice of Falaani, and shortly thereafter the room was suddenly filled with Night Elven warriors all around them. Sharon inched his head a little away from the pointy end of Serphia's blade, which was a little too sharp for his own comfort, not to mention a little too close to his eyes.\n\n\"Ahem... Rae'liel... \" Sharon started carefully, looking back at Rae'liel from the Night Elves.\n\"Meet Captain Serphia, my honored guest and... the one responsible for my protection... \"\n\nSharon hesitated a little bit at the end of his sentence, throwing the sword pointed dangerously close to his eyes a long look; before motioning towards the large and towering Night Elf standing before them.", "username": "Sinerathin", "char_name": "Sharon Daerin'Lei" }, { "text": "Rae'liel - The Honored Guest\n\nThe atmosphere in Sharon's study certainly bore a heavy weight, as if a grave burden had thrust upon his shoulders for him to bear. This impression still lingered on her mind as the Sin'Dorei met the Quel'Dorei eye to eye and his mood seemed to lighten. Perhaps the situation was more dire than she thought, and lives had already been taken or lost. Silently nodding with her perception of the current status of his well being at a passive darkened state noted, she quietly listened as introductions began, only to be interrupted before she could get a word in edgewise.\n\n\"There she is, mistress! That's the featherless Harpy I spoke of!\"\n\nTurning her head to look back past her shoulder, Rae'liel's expression sharply grew into a scowl on two parts. First, just who was she calling a Harpy; and second, did she just*abandon her post*to enlighten the Warband's leader of her offended and trivial nature? Sharply turning with a disgusted expression already crossing her features as twelve more Night Elves poured into the room, surrounding the three in a crescent's shape with their fangs bared accordingly.\n\n*Just as savage as always....they're not as far removed from the trolls as they would lead others to believe..*\n\nIn a flare of dramatic theatrics, their towering leader stepped forward through the heavily armed masses and stared at the two Highborne for a long moment of silence before relinquishing her weapons from their sheaths and brought one blade to within millimeters from Rae and Sharon's pupils. Yet even with this action, the Paladin did not flinch, she did not move, other than returning the scathing glare to each pair of Night Elven eyes that glowered so furiously at her.\n\nSharon then awkwardly introduced the woman whose fang was so dangerously close to the Paladin, and without the least sign of fear or worry, she returned the ferocious glare of the Captain with a tenaciously righteous one of her own.\n\n\"Is this a joke? I'm not sure, but the discipline of your sisters most certainly is.\" Rae retorted sharply to Sherpa's scathing comment. \"First, your front door guards possess the mantra of*shoot first, ask later*, even when there is a clear path of logic to follow. Second. That very same guard***abandons her post***to warn you of me, a person who is your*ally*in this moment, to which you set forth the drums of War against someone who isn't even affiliated with the Horde you so despise!\" A judgemental glare met Falaani at that moment as Rae'liel finished her point. \"Any Scryer who would do the same would have been dealt fifty lashes or death.\"\n\nQuickly, her tone turned even to a mocking state as her arrogance further found words. \"No wonder the Orcs, in all their stupidity and blood lusting savagery have been so successful in the deforestation of Ashenvale; they've been fighting another race that is just as equally idiotic and uncivilized. Green or violet skinned, it matters not; both are equally foolish.\" Shaking her head with another roll of her eyes, she took the thought of something far more grave.\n\n\"Did you ever think at all in all your zealotry against someone who is not even your enemy, Captain? With all of your huntresses here, just who is guarding the home of the Quel'Dorei you've been assigned to keep safe? I'm surprised that the house hasn't already been infiltrated and begun to burn.\"", "username": "Feisty-Pants", "char_name": null }, { "text": "\"What!?\"\n\nThe cool hatred of Serphia seemed to have been transformed into a burning core of vengeance as a glimmer of pure malice flashed across the Captain's silvery eyes, her focus having completely abandoned Sharon to focus entirely on the impudent little Blood Elf talking right back at her. Without any notice or warning, Serphia had lowered both her blades, only to raise her right foot.\n\nAlthough the trained instincts of Rae'liel allowed her to raise her shield in time, it still did not stop the smaller Blood Elf from flying backwards through the room as the large Night Elf kicked her shield with the force that could only be generated by someone with a particular love for merciless leg workouts!\nRae'liel was thrown back into Sharon's large office desk, where she promptly was flipped on her back by the sheer kinetic energy and continued to slide over the desk; taking with her every single piece of parchment, wine glass, book and pen; before crashing down into the leather chair on the other side! Although her journey seemed to finally have reached its end in Sharon's chair, there was just enough energy left to tilt the chair slightly backwards, as it promptly tilted over and crashed into the floor alongside Rae'liel!\n\n*CRASH!*\n\n...\n\n\"**Unlike your pathetic little race, our civilization was not defeated by a ragtag carneval band of zombies and crazed monkeys!**\" Serphia growled as she took a couple of steps towards what had once been Sharon's desk.\n\nSheathing her dual swords, the Captain finally returned to gaze down at Sharon.\n\n\"I will let her live, but you better find a mouthstrap for that disrespectful green eyed trogg you call your pet; for I can't promise I will be as tolerant in the future, High Elf!\" Serphia exclaimed, taking a moment to look back at Rae'liel before motioning for her sentinels to leave the study.\n\nAs the sentinels left before her, Serphia followed closely behind her minions, and as she had exited the room, she grabbed the handle and pulled the door shut with enough force to make the entire frame of the room shake violently, causing a random painting to fall from the wall and some trails of dust to rain from the roof!", "username": "Rithy", "char_name": "Rithrynn Syn'Dial" } ]
As the silence returned to the room following Serphia's violent departure and show of force, Sharon turned his attention from the door to his ruined desk behind which Rae'liel lay. "I have to say, that went better than I had expected." Sharon said as he approached the desk, to look down on Rae'liel lying on the other side. Knowing Serphia's personality and violent background, the fact that Rae'liel's head was still attached to her body was a sign that the meeting had been a success, all things considered. *"Maybe I should have warned Serphia beforehand, so the reception might not have been as bad... but then again, then she might have barred the house and denied all entry if she heard it was a Blood Elf that was coming."* "I'm sorry about that, she may have some slight... anger management issues, to put it mildly." Sharon explained as he leaned forward and reached out a hand to Rae'liel who was lying on the ground. "Are you alright?" "Master Sharon, I saw our honored guest, Captain Serphia, leave this room in a rather foul mood. Did she finally kill somebody?" Suddenly sounded the voice of Friedrick, who had appeared in the door. The butler threw a quick look around the room, before nodding to himself, seemingly already having found the answer. "No, we survived." Sharon answered politely. "But we could use some refreshments. And maybe some ice."
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Sinerathin
Sharon Daerin'Lei
Race: High Elf Age: 235 Description: 190 cm tall. Fairly slim figure, and physically fit. By human standards, he appears to be in his 20s. White skin with a slight tanned tone. His eyes are deep arcane blue with a mystical elven magical tint. His hair is blonde and flows to his neck. Usually clean shaved. Biography: A scholar and academic by profession. Sharon was born in Quel'Thalas, where he was raised. He traveled often and visited the human lands of Lordearon and its surrounding kingdoms, and even sometimes the dwarves during his travels. His academic career started in his homeland of Quel'Thalas, but he became closely acquainted to the circles of Dalaran in the human kingdom to the south, where he became a professor and spent his time tutoring students and delving deeper into the mysteries of the arcane arts together with his fellow colleagues. Besides his work in academia, he also lived a materialistic life of extravaganza and debauchery. His life changed with the outbreak of the Third War, as the Scourge lay waste to the great northern kingdoms, including his own Quel'Thalas, turning the continent's most sophisticated civilization into a lifeless graveyard. During the undeath onslaught, with his kingdom shattered and the human and elven armies ruined, Sharon choose to help the human resistance in their struggle for survival and in aiding refugees escape the all consuming legions of the damned, and followed them south. The conflict permanently changed Sharon; the exposure to the sheer horrors and mindless brutality of the Scourge had been a humbling experience and a wakeup call. Having lost his home, and with the vast majority of his friends and family now dead, he devoted much of his time to helping the denizens of Stormwind, and joined the Silver Covenant as he pursued the reconstruction of Dalaran. Even after the the magical city of Dalaran was completed, Sharon choose to remain in Stormwind. Part in due to financial difficulties, and partly because he never could feel quite at home in Dalaran after its first ruination. But even then he often visited the city, to give lectures and share his studies and findings with fellow colleagues, much like he had done before the war.
[ { "text": "Arinis sat quietly in one of the many libraries that were in Dalaran studying like she had always been, inside the room were decorations that were already set up for Winter's Veil. The young Blood Elf reached over taking a sip of her tea just as another mage came into the room holding a letter in her hands, the human girl set the letter down on the table looking at the Blood Elf. \"This letter came in for you this morning, its from Sharon.\" She said and bowed towards her before heading off down towards the entrance to the library she was in.\n\nArinis smiled having not seen him in a very long time and opened up the letter to take a look at it quickly scanning over the letter asking her to come to Stormwind. \"I guess i'll put my studies aside for now.\" Arinis said closing up the spell book she was reading, and quickly slipped on her cloak over herself, she walked out into the streets of Dalaran feeling the cold northern air on her skin. She closed her eyes and opened up a portal to Stormwind, she opened them again and found herself just outside the city snow covered the ground of Elwynn Forest.\n\nShe used the spell she was taught and quickly changed her eyes from fel green to blue once more, she then started to walk into the city where she was going to meet her friend Solares at one of the houses near where Sharon wanted her to meet him at. By the time Arinis finally made it she could see Solares waiting for her and smiled. \"It's good to see you again.\" Arinis said accepting the bag of goodies her friend had brought for her she opened the thermas and took a sip of the hot chocolate enjoying the taste of it as they went to the top floor of the house.\n\nArinis looked down at the ground below and spotted a Blood Elf and a Night Elf going at it. \"You know we are here to just meet a friend of mine right we are not here to kill anyone.\" Arinis stated just as the other elf took a shot at a nearby pot just to break up the scene, that's when she heard a man's voice seeing the brown cloaked figure behind them. \"Yes i'm here to see Sharon an old teacher of mine, and brought my friend along with me.\" Arinis said and quickly bowed towards Donald and smiled softly. \"I'm Arinis, and this Solares.\"", "username": "Nallore", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Slowly staggering to her feet once more, supporting herself against the battered wall behind her, the towering Captain moved one hand up to hold beneath her jaw as she took a bite out of the air, just to affirm that her jaw was in fact still in place.\n\nAlthough she looked noticeably more bruised and battered than before, the Captain's sheer hatred and fury did not seem to have been abated by the damage she had sustained. With eyes burning like fire, her gaze quickly found Rae'liel - who was now lying unconsciously on the ground with an arrow sticking out of the back of her right shoulder beneath her shoulder plate, a small trail of blood flowing from the wound down to the carpet.\n\nUpon seeing her incapacitated foe, the Captain quickly rushed forward to check on the Blood Elf, grabbing her head and pulling it up to look at her face. But the sight of her foe lying wounded and unconscious did not bring any joy or satisfaction to the Captain's face. In fact, it did the complete opposite, as the Captain rose to her feet, more furious than ever before!\n\n\"**Who shot that arrow?!**\" Sounded Serphia's booming voice throughout the house, as her eyes scanned frantically for the sinner!\n\nAt the top of the stairs, where her sentinels had been watching; a gap had formed between two groups, as everyone had taken at least three steps away from Falaani who was standing in the middle with her bow.\nUpon realizing she now stood alone, sticking out like a sore thumb between her sisters, and having been subjected to the full, furious attention of her mistress, Falaani lowered her bow, as her heart skipped a beat.\n\n\"I, uhh.... I j-just.. \" The sentinel stammered as Serphia marched up the flight of stairs towards her, while she was unable to form a single sentence.\n\nIt took the big Captain only a couple of long strides before she was already at the top, and towering over Falaani who almost seemed to shrink in the presence of her Captain! Serphia's gaze spared her minion no mercy, and nor did probably her thoughts either!\n\n\"The fight was**MINE**, and**NO ONE**were to intervene!\" Serphia roared furiously down at Falaani, while picking the sentinel up and holding her against the wall.\n\"From this day onward, and I SWEAR BY ELUNE, EVERY SINGLE shift at the gate will be YOURS TO TAKE, Huntress! Minimal rest!\"\n\n\"I-I-I, thank y-you for your mercy, Captain! ... please let me go!\" Falaani stammered, having feared the worst; but was suddenly and promptly dropped to the ground with a heavy crash.\n\n\"Fail me again, and you will report directly to my quarters!\" Serphia growled back down at Falaani who huddled against the wall, before turning back. Walking back down the stairs, the Night Elf's attention had turned back to Rae'liel, before she raised her arms and looked around at the rest of the people in the mansion.\n\n\"Are you just going to let her lie here and bleed out? Get this rat patched up! How am I to finish my fight against a corpse?!\" Serphia called out, before turning to look back at her fallen foe.\n\"Next time, Sin'Dorei. Woe to you when your wounds are healed.\"\n\nIn the meantime, at the top of the stairs; when the Captain had called for a healer for the Blood Elf, Rithrynn was the first to turn her head to gaze over at Liaena, and not long after, so too had almost every one of her sisters done too, as their attention, and then expectations; were now firmly focused on the little black haired girl.\n\nUpon realizing that Liaena had been unofficially appointed as the healer, some of the Night Elves' began to snicker among themselves, with whispers of 'The Blood Elf's sooo dead' and 'She's going to wish the mistress finished her' escaping from between the sentinels.", "username": "Rithy", "char_name": "Rithrynn Syn'Dial" } ]
When he finally arrived at the scene of the fighting between Rae'liel and Serphia, Sharon came to realize that the fighting had already ceased. Walking to the top of the stairs where most of the sentinels were looking down, he first heard Serphia, crying out for a healer, before he finally saw the Night Elven Captain, and at her feet, Rae'liel. The Blood Elf lay unconscious on the floor, unmoving, and with a nasty arrow sticking out of her right shoulder; the projectile in question decorated with elven marks and letters, and adorned with a great owl plume exclusive to Ashenvale. *"By the light, now she's gone and done it!"* Casting a quick spell, Sharon's very being suddenly dissipated into a thin, blue mist between the Night Elves, only to manifest itself out of nothing next to Rae'liel as he teleported to her location. Kneeling down to her, Sharon quickly moved a finger to the side of Rae'liel's neck to check her pulse. Luckily, the Blood Elf's heart was still beating, although at a slower rate. Turning his attention over to the arrow currently sitting in her shoulder, Sharon inspected the entry wound closer. He was by no means a medical expert, merely having been tutored in some simple steps of first aid, and his experience with wounds from the Third War. His experience with archery related injuries did not necessarily have something to do with his prolonged friendship with Rithrynn, whom although favoring the bow and having inflicted her fair share of friendly fire accidents, was by no means the sole reason why Sharon was so familiar with arrows. The arrow had somehow managed to sneak its way past some of the metallic plates meant to protect the Blood Elf's shoulder, and cut through the chainmail on the inside. Some might have called it a lucky shot, but with the Night Elves, Sharon knew that it had most likely been intentional, as the Kaldorei were notorious for their merciless precision. The fact that Rae'liel had not been shot in the back of the head or neck was at least a sign the Night Elves hadn't intended to kill her. ... yet. Looking at the wound closer, Sharon summoned a small splash of water to brush away the blood that was creating a bloodied mess around the entry point. For a moment, the blood was washed away, allowing Sharon to get a clearer look at the wound, and he could see that the arrow had left a wider, horizontal wound in the Rae'liel's skin, and even pulled some of the chainmail rings inside of her flesh with it. His view, however, was quickly obscured as a new surge of blood was flushed out from the wound, covering her shoulder yet again. Although he could not see the tip, which had stopped somewhere in the middle of her shoulder, Sharon could only assume that it had been a barbed tip, perhaps even a serrated arrowhead. *"When it comes to finding cruel ways to cripple and take down their preys, the Night Elves lack no creativity whatsoever."* The fact that Rae'liel was unconscious could suggest trauma or poisons and venom at work, and Sharon's suspicion leaned towards the latter. Casting a spell at Rae'liel, the Blood Elf suddenly became light as a feather, allowing Sharon to pull her up from the ground alongside her armor almost effortlessly. Rae'liel seemed more to simply float in the air above the ground, although descending slightly, she was kept up by a series of small nudges from Sharon. "Liaena, we need to take care of this wound immediately!" Sharon called out as he returned to the top of the stairs, quickly finding Liaena with his eyes. "Where do you keep your medical supplies?"
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Sharon Daerin'Lei
Race: High Elf Age: 235 Description: 190 cm tall. Fairly slim figure, and physically fit. By human standards, he appears to be in his 20s. White skin with a slight tanned tone. His eyes are deep arcane blue with a mystical elven magical tint. His hair is blonde and flows to his neck. Usually clean shaved. Biography: A scholar and academic by profession. Sharon was born in Quel'Thalas, where he was raised. He traveled often and visited the human lands of Lordearon and its surrounding kingdoms, and even sometimes the dwarves during his travels. His academic career started in his homeland of Quel'Thalas, but he became closely acquainted to the circles of Dalaran in the human kingdom to the south, where he became a professor and spent his time tutoring students and delving deeper into the mysteries of the arcane arts together with his fellow colleagues. Besides his work in academia, he also lived a materialistic life of extravaganza and debauchery. His life changed with the outbreak of the Third War, as the Scourge lay waste to the great northern kingdoms, including his own Quel'Thalas, turning the continent's most sophisticated civilization into a lifeless graveyard. During the undeath onslaught, with his kingdom shattered and the human and elven armies ruined, Sharon choose to help the human resistance in their struggle for survival and in aiding refugees escape the all consuming legions of the damned, and followed them south. The conflict permanently changed Sharon; the exposure to the sheer horrors and mindless brutality of the Scourge had been a humbling experience and a wakeup call. Having lost his home, and with the vast majority of his friends and family now dead, he devoted much of his time to helping the denizens of Stormwind, and joined the Silver Covenant as he pursued the reconstruction of Dalaran. Even after the the magical city of Dalaran was completed, Sharon choose to remain in Stormwind. Part in due to financial difficulties, and partly because he never could feel quite at home in Dalaran after its first ruination. But even then he often visited the city, to give lectures and share his studies and findings with fellow colleagues, much like he had done before the war.
[ { "text": "Falaani, who's pulse had been almost through the roof as the Night Elf had watched the shoddy procedure on the Blood Elf, had finally returned to a more relieved and non-alarmed expression as it turned out that Rae'liel would in fact not die.\n\n*\"Praise Elune... I'm so glad I didn't have to report her death to Serphia!\"*\n\nThe sentinel thought to herself. A part of her suspected that if the Blood Elf had actually died, she could even risk being sent on a solo mission to Northrend to retrieve a Necromancer to reanimate Rae'liel's body just so that Serphia could have the second round that she demanded.\nNow at least, none of that was necessary, and the only way the Blood Elf could die was if Liaena accidentally dropped one of her potions, or she slipped and broke her neck on her way up the stairs!\n\n*\"My job here is done! I'm OUT before something else happens and they can blame me!\"*\n\n\"Patience is the mark of a good hunter, and patience requires restraint.\" Falaani commented, with a slightly smug smile as her feet shifted their direction towards the exit.\n\"Something it seems your kin lacks. Try to change that, as I would hate to report your death to my mistress!\"\n\nFalaani spoke as she walked towards the exit of the room, her eyes focused on Rae'liel and Liaena..\n\n\"May the goddess light your path, sin'dorei, you will ne,-\"\n\n*Crash!*\n\nHowever, as Falaani was about to step out of the room, the tall Night Elf crashed with her head into the upper part of the doorframe while her attention was on the pair still inside! Pulling her head down and rubbing it fiercely, Falaani spat out a series of curses both in her native and common tongue.\n\n\"Aaarghh! Fucking midget-architecture, shan-do falain radash, da'fein gnomen balorn!\" Falaani growled as she exited the room in a hurry, passing by Sharon on the outside while holding a hand protectively over her head which she had recently managed to use as a soft tipped battering ram, having successful dislocated the upper part of the doorframe and caused it to jut slightly outwards.\n\nHer voice could be heard long after she had disappeared up the stairs, the sound of what one could assume to only be an impressive and expansive native vocabulary of swearing aplenty still echoing from the upper levels!", "username": "Rithy", "char_name": "Rithrynn Syn'Dial" }, { "text": "Waiting patiently outside the door was Sharon, when he suddenly noticed the handle moving as someone was about to open the door. But it was shortly accompanied by an audible thud from the inside as Falaani smashed her skull into the doorframe, and a rather angry and pissed Sentinel emerged from the room to march straight past Sharon.\n\nThe High Elf choose to give the sentinel a wide berth as she marched to the stairs, deciding that it would be a most unprofitable venture to attempt to question or talk to the furious Night Elf whom at the time seemed more concerned with just getting away from the scene of the crime, or embarrassment.\n\nOnce she had left visual range, Sharon peeked inside the room, just to verify that A. The occupants were still safe and healthy, and B. Rae'liel was dressed. Stepping inside, Sharon motioned with his head behind him at where Falaani had disappeared.\n\n\"So much for the ancient grace and agility of the Night Elves.\" Sharon said jokingly, before turning to look towards Liaena and Rae'liel, choosing to focus on the Blood Elf.\n\n\"You look a lot better. But I would recommend getting yourself some rest, and keeping some distance to the Night Elves to avoid further... diplomatic incidents. My butler, Friedrick, has prepared a room for you in the top of the north eastern spire. Yes, the Night Elves are stalking the roof outside, but as long as you don't flip them off or anything, the windows should be all the barriers you'll ever need.\"\n\nSharon said, pausing for a moment as the High Elf seemed to be remembering what else to say.\n\n\"Oh, and yes, about our honored Captain Serphia. If all else fails and you should happen to get into a second fight with her, please either do it outside, use some shrink potions, or solve it through a game of cards or something. This is a house, not a castle. It can only take so much damage before collapsing down on our heads.\"", "username": "Sinerathin", "char_name": "Sharon Daerin'Lei" }, { "text": "\"Maaybe…\" Kathlin said slowly as she scanned the pages. Getting up, she moved over to the dwarf to push the book under his nose open at the relevant page. \"Look at this. Lord Alfidious wanted to investigate this South Sea company the White Hand are involved with. It talks about these two dwarfs, Dagmar and Brann Stoneherder. Do you know them?\"\n\nRagnar gave her a funny look, before squinting down at the pages. \"Do ye know all tha humans in Stormwind, Lass? No. I heard of them though, stand up chaps. Would ne' have thought they'd throw their lot in with tha likes of tha lilies, pfft…\"\n\n\"I can see why Mister Alfidious was interested. These financial records look weird, if they're right\" Kathlin observed as she trailed a finger along the page. \"This says that the White Hand are bankrupt. I thought they had enough to build a castle\"\n\n\"….\"\n\n\"We need to show this to Lady Rosemary\" Kathlin said decisively after a long pause. Closing the diary and sliding it into her pocket, she shot Dagmar an appealing look. \"….We can't let her hire these guys as bodyguards if they might have been involved in her husbands death somehow. And...even if not, whatever's up with these records, Adolph was clearly trying to cover it up somehow which is really, *really* dodgy\"\n\n--\n\n\"Ah\" Liaena said weakly as Rae'liel started to speak about her family, and then just to drive the knife in deeper, produced the rings. The girls eyes flitted towards the door, even as she kept the carefully controlled expression sculpted on her face. *\"I need to not be here\"*\n\n\"…How did you two come to meet?\"\n\n\"…\"\n\n*\"Help\"*\n\nThe girl's expression appeared to become even more fixed for a moment, before instantly recovering herself as she started to launch into a story. \"Well, actually –\"\nIt was to Liaena's vast relief that Falaani picked that exact moment to butt in as the Night Elf swaggered off, not before cracking her head on the unfortunately placed doorway. The girls lips quirked back at Sharon as the High Elf stuck his head around the door to make a flippant remark. \"Best bodyguards. She definitely killed that door for you, Sharon\"\n\n\"….Either way, there's something I need to get on with so I'm going to go do that, okay Sharon?\" the girl said swiftly, before Rae'liel could say anything else, or start trying to talk to her again. Liaena edged around Sharon, patting his hand for a moment as she headed for the door. \"You –\" this was to Rae'liel – \"should get some bed rest, don't use that arm for a while and don't start another fight. Sharon…I'll deal with what we talked about. Okay?\"\n\nWhether it was okay or not, the human did not stick around to find out as the door shut with a click. Liaena headed down the stairs, back into the main body of the house.", "username": "Feychild", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Rae'liel - The Honored Guest\n\nStubbornly as Falaani made her rather brashly worded exit, the Paladin clicked her tongue in disapproval. \"Of course, where my kind can learn the virtue of patience, yours can do the same with civility and humility.\" Her words themselves were distracting enough to the trigger-happy guard that her temple collided hard with the upper edge of the door frame. As the Night Elven woman made her exit then beneath a string of curses instead of arrogance, Rae'liel could not help but a small smirk of triumph.\n\nSuch a smirk faded however, with the entrance of Sharon. His look of worriment soon vanished and melded into one of disapproval after a sly joke at the Guardian's expense, first he mentioned quarters by which she could stay while she helped him, of which she nodded silently to since they were more than agreeable. Yet his expression of dismay for the damages incurred upon his home not only by her, but also the Night Elves drew upon a small pang of guilt.\n\nAfter all, she had been a bit hot headed in recent events. If anything she was equal in both blame and guilt.\n\nTo make this already miserable moment even more awkward was the seemingly ill suited social tendencies of her medic. Watching quietly instead of inquiring why she had to make such a hasty retreat, the Paladin adjusted the cloak about her shoulders uneasily. Having become so accustomed to bearing armor relatively as a constant made wearing light clothing like this feel almost too vulnerable.\n\nOnce the door clicked to a close and left her sitting there with Sharon alone, her expression darkened with both a hint of sarcasm and a foreboding nature. \"You really know how to pick them, Sharon. That aside though, it's been six years, almost seven since I saw you last. Meeting his luminous blue with that of her glowering green, she had remained as steadfast as ever, just like those days years ago. \"What darkness has your adversary employed? And where do you need me to strike?\"", "username": "Feisty-Pants", "char_name": null } ]
"Darkness... " Sharon repeated as he smiled. Although through his expression, his eyes deceived a greater concern lingering on within his mind. "If only it was that simple." Sharon continued, keeping up his smile. Taking a moment to gaze towards the door where Liaena had left, Sharon made a satisfied nod as he saw his lover disappear out through the door, before turning his attention back to Rae'liel. "Seven years... yet to me, it feels more like days, Rae'liel." Sharon spoke in a soft, yet uneasy tone. The High Elf stepped through the laboratory, taking his time looking at the various potions and vials positioned on the tables and shelves around him as he chewed on his next words. "Do you remember when I told you of my loss in the Third War? How all my kin and family had been vanquished?" The High Elf finally asked, his gaze returning to Rae'liel. "If only I was so lucky as to have my kin utterly destroyed that time. Fate, however, did not deem death and loss a fitting punishment for whatever sins I have committed earlier in life. My brother... he survived." Sharon paused for a moment, looking distant as he spoke. Moving his hand across the wooden surface of the table on which Rae'liel had been operated on, he erratically drummed his fingers on the wooden boards. "Sherraine Daerin'lei. That is his name. The Third War did consume him, but it did not kill him. No, it made my brother into something else. And now... and now he is back, back here in Stormwind. Draped under the damning wings of the Scourge, he has reemerged. Why or for what purpose, I do not know, but he seeks my head." Sharon chuckled softly. "Funny that Falaani should mention patience... it is a virtue that my brother possesses to an all too great degree, in fact. With my... despite all my protection, this mansion may seem like a fortress, but it is little more than a shrinking tomb as my brother advances all around me." Sharon picked up one of Liaena's vials, a crystalline vial filled with a luminous yellow and thick liquid which he studied it intently. "Eventually, my Night Elven escort will have to return to Ashenvale. My funds will expire soon, as they are too finite. If I keep the current course, my vulnerability will only grow, and in the end... so will**he**find me." A silence ensued in the room between Rae'liel and Sharon. The High Elf continued to stare at the vial, before eventually setting it back down on the shelf from which he had retrieved it from. Turning his head back to Rae'liel, it was a blank, expressionless face that met her. "The darkness of the Scourge is not gone, oh no... it has simply manifested itself in another place, here... at my doorstep. My brother has survived its damned embrace, and taken every thing he has learned back with him to end me!"
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Sharon Daerin'Lei
Race: High Elf Age: 235 Description: 190 cm tall. Fairly slim figure, and physically fit. By human standards, he appears to be in his 20s. White skin with a slight tanned tone. His eyes are deep arcane blue with a mystical elven magical tint. His hair is blonde and flows to his neck. Usually clean shaved. Biography: A scholar and academic by profession. Sharon was born in Quel'Thalas, where he was raised. He traveled often and visited the human lands of Lordearon and its surrounding kingdoms, and even sometimes the dwarves during his travels. His academic career started in his homeland of Quel'Thalas, but he became closely acquainted to the circles of Dalaran in the human kingdom to the south, where he became a professor and spent his time tutoring students and delving deeper into the mysteries of the arcane arts together with his fellow colleagues. Besides his work in academia, he also lived a materialistic life of extravaganza and debauchery. His life changed with the outbreak of the Third War, as the Scourge lay waste to the great northern kingdoms, including his own Quel'Thalas, turning the continent's most sophisticated civilization into a lifeless graveyard. During the undeath onslaught, with his kingdom shattered and the human and elven armies ruined, Sharon choose to help the human resistance in their struggle for survival and in aiding refugees escape the all consuming legions of the damned, and followed them south. The conflict permanently changed Sharon; the exposure to the sheer horrors and mindless brutality of the Scourge had been a humbling experience and a wakeup call. Having lost his home, and with the vast majority of his friends and family now dead, he devoted much of his time to helping the denizens of Stormwind, and joined the Silver Covenant as he pursued the reconstruction of Dalaran. Even after the the magical city of Dalaran was completed, Sharon choose to remain in Stormwind. Part in due to financial difficulties, and partly because he never could feel quite at home in Dalaran after its first ruination. But even then he often visited the city, to give lectures and share his studies and findings with fellow colleagues, much like he had done before the war.
[ { "text": "\"Maaybe…\" Kathlin said slowly as she scanned the pages. Getting up, she moved over to the dwarf to push the book under his nose open at the relevant page. \"Look at this. Lord Alfidious wanted to investigate this South Sea company the White Hand are involved with. It talks about these two dwarfs, Dagmar and Brann Stoneherder. Do you know them?\"\n\nRagnar gave her a funny look, before squinting down at the pages. \"Do ye know all tha humans in Stormwind, Lass? No. I heard of them though, stand up chaps. Would ne' have thought they'd throw their lot in with tha likes of tha lilies, pfft…\"\n\n\"I can see why Mister Alfidious was interested. These financial records look weird, if they're right\" Kathlin observed as she trailed a finger along the page. \"This says that the White Hand are bankrupt. I thought they had enough to build a castle\"\n\n\"….\"\n\n\"We need to show this to Lady Rosemary\" Kathlin said decisively after a long pause. Closing the diary and sliding it into her pocket, she shot Dagmar an appealing look. \"….We can't let her hire these guys as bodyguards if they might have been involved in her husbands death somehow. And...even if not, whatever's up with these records, Adolph was clearly trying to cover it up somehow which is really, *really* dodgy\"\n\n--\n\n\"Ah\" Liaena said weakly as Rae'liel started to speak about her family, and then just to drive the knife in deeper, produced the rings. The girls eyes flitted towards the door, even as she kept the carefully controlled expression sculpted on her face. *\"I need to not be here\"*\n\n\"…How did you two come to meet?\"\n\n\"…\"\n\n*\"Help\"*\n\nThe girl's expression appeared to become even more fixed for a moment, before instantly recovering herself as she started to launch into a story. \"Well, actually –\"\nIt was to Liaena's vast relief that Falaani picked that exact moment to butt in as the Night Elf swaggered off, not before cracking her head on the unfortunately placed doorway. The girls lips quirked back at Sharon as the High Elf stuck his head around the door to make a flippant remark. \"Best bodyguards. She definitely killed that door for you, Sharon\"\n\n\"….Either way, there's something I need to get on with so I'm going to go do that, okay Sharon?\" the girl said swiftly, before Rae'liel could say anything else, or start trying to talk to her again. Liaena edged around Sharon, patting his hand for a moment as she headed for the door. \"You –\" this was to Rae'liel – \"should get some bed rest, don't use that arm for a while and don't start another fight. Sharon…I'll deal with what we talked about. Okay?\"\n\nWhether it was okay or not, the human did not stick around to find out as the door shut with a click. Liaena headed down the stairs, back into the main body of the house.", "username": "Feychild", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Rae'liel - The Honored Guest\n\nStubbornly as Falaani made her rather brashly worded exit, the Paladin clicked her tongue in disapproval. \"Of course, where my kind can learn the virtue of patience, yours can do the same with civility and humility.\" Her words themselves were distracting enough to the trigger-happy guard that her temple collided hard with the upper edge of the door frame. As the Night Elven woman made her exit then beneath a string of curses instead of arrogance, Rae'liel could not help but a small smirk of triumph.\n\nSuch a smirk faded however, with the entrance of Sharon. His look of worriment soon vanished and melded into one of disapproval after a sly joke at the Guardian's expense, first he mentioned quarters by which she could stay while she helped him, of which she nodded silently to since they were more than agreeable. Yet his expression of dismay for the damages incurred upon his home not only by her, but also the Night Elves drew upon a small pang of guilt.\n\nAfter all, she had been a bit hot headed in recent events. If anything she was equal in both blame and guilt.\n\nTo make this already miserable moment even more awkward was the seemingly ill suited social tendencies of her medic. Watching quietly instead of inquiring why she had to make such a hasty retreat, the Paladin adjusted the cloak about her shoulders uneasily. Having become so accustomed to bearing armor relatively as a constant made wearing light clothing like this feel almost too vulnerable.\n\nOnce the door clicked to a close and left her sitting there with Sharon alone, her expression darkened with both a hint of sarcasm and a foreboding nature. \"You really know how to pick them, Sharon. That aside though, it's been six years, almost seven since I saw you last. Meeting his luminous blue with that of her glowering green, she had remained as steadfast as ever, just like those days years ago. \"What darkness has your adversary employed? And where do you need me to strike?\"", "username": "Feisty-Pants", "char_name": null }, { "text": "\"Darkness... \" Sharon repeated as he smiled. Although through his expression, his eyes deceived a greater concern lingering on within his mind.\n\"If only it was that simple.\"\n\nSharon continued, keeping up his smile. Taking a moment to gaze towards the door where Liaena had left, Sharon made a satisfied nod as he saw his lover disappear out through the door, before turning his attention back to Rae'liel.\n\n\"Seven years... yet to me, it feels more like days, Rae'liel.\" Sharon spoke in a soft, yet uneasy tone. The High Elf stepped through the laboratory, taking his time looking at the various potions and vials positioned on the tables and shelves around him as he chewed on his next words.\n\n\"Do you remember when I told you of my loss in the Third War? How all my kin and family had been vanquished?\"\n\nThe High Elf finally asked, his gaze returning to Rae'liel.\n\n\"If only I was so lucky as to have my kin utterly destroyed that time. Fate, however, did not deem death and loss a fitting punishment for whatever sins I have committed earlier in life. My brother... he survived.\" Sharon paused for a moment, looking distant as he spoke. Moving his hand across the wooden surface of the table on which Rae'liel had been operated on, he erratically drummed his fingers on the wooden boards.\n\n\"Sherraine Daerin'lei. That is his name. The Third War did consume him, but it did not kill him. No, it made my brother into something else. And now... and now he is back, back here in Stormwind. Draped under the damning wings of the Scourge, he has reemerged. Why or for what purpose, I do not know, but he seeks my head.\" Sharon chuckled softly.\n\"Funny that Falaani should mention patience... it is a virtue that my brother possesses to an all too great degree, in fact. With my... despite all my protection, this mansion may seem like a fortress, but it is little more than a shrinking tomb as my brother advances all around me.\"\n\nSharon picked up one of Liaena's vials, a crystalline vial filled with a luminous yellow and thick liquid which he studied it intently.\n\n\"Eventually, my Night Elven escort will have to return to Ashenvale. My funds will expire soon, as they are too finite. If I keep the current course, my vulnerability will only grow, and in the end... so will**he**find me.\"\n\nA silence ensued in the room between Rae'liel and Sharon. The High Elf continued to stare at the vial, before eventually setting it back down on the shelf from which he had retrieved it from. Turning his head back to Rae'liel, it was a blank, expressionless face that met her.\n\n\"The darkness of the Scourge is not gone, oh no... it has simply manifested itself in another place, here... at my doorstep. My brother has survived its damned embrace, and taken every thing he has learned back with him to end me!\"", "username": "Sinerathin", "char_name": "Sharon Daerin'Lei" }, { "text": "Rae'liel - The Honored Guest\n\nWith quiet countenance, the Sin'Dorei carefully regarded the Quel'Dorei's lament. Not a single detail was missed nor a minor subtle hint or clue. Still sitting upon the table which was still stained by her blood, a slow scowl crept up on her lips as he revealed that not only was the Scourge working its craft in Stormwind, but they were lead by a Deathknight to boot. That would be a prime target she'd enjoy removing from existence, as such abominations were foul and cruel creatures.\n\nThat aside, there were still details that Sharon had not quite mentioned, and it did not make sense! Why were the Scourge going after him, rather than infiltrating the city and rending it asunder by disease as they had done in Stratholme? Did he have some item of power or some type of knowledge that he had yet to reveal? If so, why hadn't he revealed it to her? Surely, saving one another's lives in the culling of the north several times was plenty to establish a bond.\n\nOr...did he not know himself? Or was his reanimated sibling out for some ill-perceived revenge?\n\nFolding her hands with one neatly over the other, the Paladin's posture stiffened, even in spite of her new injury to a more proper stance than her formerly relaxed state. \"So you ask me to arrive here to help combat the evil that lurks right outside your door.\" She began, briefly glancing at her silvery armor and weapons that laid distant.\n\n\"You know all too well that I'd be more than happy to assist you. However, with your brother's fiends subtly knocking at your door; would it not be wise to move to a safer locale before the Night Elves depart? Shattrath is a better sanctuary, and the worried there is the Burning Legion. Which, honestly, may be Se worse than the Scourge, but with the Naaru so steadfastly present, your brother would have an infinitely more difficult time getting to you....As well as my complement of Blood Knights.\"\n\nBrushing a strand of hair out of her luminous eye, she cracked a mild grin. \"Let your brother have this mild victory. However, let your survival find new strength and allies in a foreign land, so that you may win the war. For Shattrath is a Sanctuary, there, the rotting claws of the Scourge will never find you or your beloved.\"", "username": "Feisty-Pants", "char_name": null } ]
"This is something that I cannot run from. If I run, my brother will simply be free to continue with his schemes in my absence. I may live, but in the end, simply others will die instead." Sharon explained. "He is ruthless and uncompromising. I have seen first hand what he saw capable of. Even free of the Scourge, he intentionally raided and sacked an entire port town in Quel'Thalas, simply for his own gains, before turning on the men he had manipulated and deceived into his service." Sharon thought back on Lord Greymoon's little ill fated expedition, where his brother had posed as an agent of the king. With the Lord's own men, under the false guise of finding a fake cult supposedly after the Lord's life, Sherpa had attacked and raided a wealthy port town in Quel'Thalas. The deaths had been high, both for the elves living in the town, and the men he had fooled to serve him. "Worst, he is not even undead. He is what the Argent Dawn used to call a Second Generation death knight, consisting of those recruited during the Third War itself. He is as alive as both you and me, and he uses that to his advantage by hiding among the general populace of this city." Sharon paused, seemingly lost in thought for a brief moment. "From what I understand, after the fall of the Scourge, he went his own separate path. But even with the death of his evil lord, his ruthless ambition seems to only have grown. What his ultimate goals are, I do not know, only that they are his own now." Sharon's eyes narrowed slightly as he stared absentmindedly through the room, raising his hand above his chest to slightly rub his lower jaw with the back of his fingers. "Exactly why he wants to kill me, I do not know. Maybe it is revenge, or maybe it is fear. Fear that I, as one of the few witnesses and survivors of Quel'Thalas, could jeopardize his plans, whatever they might be."
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Sharon Daerin'Lei
Race: High Elf Age: 235 Description: 190 cm tall. Fairly slim figure, and physically fit. By human standards, he appears to be in his 20s. White skin with a slight tanned tone. His eyes are deep arcane blue with a mystical elven magical tint. His hair is blonde and flows to his neck. Usually clean shaved. Biography: A scholar and academic by profession. Sharon was born in Quel'Thalas, where he was raised. He traveled often and visited the human lands of Lordearon and its surrounding kingdoms, and even sometimes the dwarves during his travels. His academic career started in his homeland of Quel'Thalas, but he became closely acquainted to the circles of Dalaran in the human kingdom to the south, where he became a professor and spent his time tutoring students and delving deeper into the mysteries of the arcane arts together with his fellow colleagues. Besides his work in academia, he also lived a materialistic life of extravaganza and debauchery. His life changed with the outbreak of the Third War, as the Scourge lay waste to the great northern kingdoms, including his own Quel'Thalas, turning the continent's most sophisticated civilization into a lifeless graveyard. During the undeath onslaught, with his kingdom shattered and the human and elven armies ruined, Sharon choose to help the human resistance in their struggle for survival and in aiding refugees escape the all consuming legions of the damned, and followed them south. The conflict permanently changed Sharon; the exposure to the sheer horrors and mindless brutality of the Scourge had been a humbling experience and a wakeup call. Having lost his home, and with the vast majority of his friends and family now dead, he devoted much of his time to helping the denizens of Stormwind, and joined the Silver Covenant as he pursued the reconstruction of Dalaran. Even after the the magical city of Dalaran was completed, Sharon choose to remain in Stormwind. Part in due to financial difficulties, and partly because he never could feel quite at home in Dalaran after its first ruination. But even then he often visited the city, to give lectures and share his studies and findings with fellow colleagues, much like he had done before the war.
[ { "text": "\"So what were you up to last night? Sharon says you only just got back\"\n\n\"What?\" Rithrynn replied in return, her mind momentarily disoriented, having gone from thoughts of sweet sleep and laziness to now having to face Liaena's incessant questions.\n\"Wait... why are you asking?\"\n\nAt first, the Elf's expression was slightly dazed.\n\nNormally, she'd never even think over it when Liaena asked her random and totally meaningless questions. However, when her mind brought back the memories of Sherpa the night earlier, her eyes suddenly opened as she looked back at Liaena, slightly distancing herself.\n\n*\"Goddess, does she know?! No, no no. She was with her midgets that night. This is obviously just a routine-check produced by her incessant paranoid and schizophrenic behaviour!\"*\n\n\"I was just... out shopping.\" Rithrynn replied, although received a long stare from Liaena.\n\n*\"Wait, dammit. This isn't Darnassus. Most human close at evening hours. Goddess, improvise, Ri, improvise!\"*\n\n\"I had to get some stuff from our boat as well, and Nisha needed some fresh air. There's a limit to how long we can keep our nightsabers inside before they get restless, and we can't really let them prowl the city alone, so I had to watch her! Didn't want her to accidentally eat one of those little gnomes, heh.\"\n\nRithrynn let out a careful laughter as she gave a bright smile to Liaena, but the little girl seemed to only give her a cold and analytic expression in return, which left the Sentinel feeling a little uneasy.\nBiting her tongue, her silvery eyes began to look around the room for a viable escape strategy, excuse or a bludgeoning tool if push came to shove. Most of her sisters around the room weren't paying any attention to them, preoccupied with their own activities, ranging from drunk apple archery, watching the mini fight club, or just sharing old stories and jokes about the humans and dwarves they had seen in Stormwind. The only one who seemed to be paying them the occasional moment of attention was Serphia and Naliyah, although the Captain's eyes kept trailing back to the rest of her soldiers in the room.\n\n\"What, you airing Nisha in this weather? Who threatened you?\" Came the snide snicker from Shani who was hiding on the floor, who only just managed to dodge Rithrynn's angry kick which came as a reply to her question.\n\n\"*Fal ein Elune, Shani! ...* \"Rithrynn sneered back down at Shani, who was throwing her the most evil gaze imaginable after seeing an opportunity to put her in a worse position! Quickly turning her head back to Liaena, Rithrynn raised her hands to explain.\n\n\"Look, someday, I'll get my own nightsab,-\"\n\n\"Hai guys! What's going on?!\" Without as much as a warning, Naliyah's had dive bombed the space between Liaena and Rithrynn with her butt, taking the seat and pushing both Rithrynn and Liaena a little bit to the side as she had landed. Looking back and forth between Rithrynn and Liaena, Naliyah beamed a smile at both of them, apparently having finished treating Serphia's bruisers.\n\"What are you talking about?\"\n\n\"Elune, uh.. hi, Nali... uhm, just nothing.\" Rithrynn replied to her enthusiastic sister. At that point, Rithrynn felt a strange mixture of sheer discomfort, and pure relief from Naliyah's sudden appearance. Although the fact that Naliyah had already taken one arm around her and was leaning heavily upon her, she had also provided a brief respite from Liaena's little interrogation that bad been going badly.\n\n\" ... just the weather, and... uh, cats.\"", "username": "Rithy", "char_name": "Rithrynn Syn'Dial" }, { "text": "Rae'liel - The Honored Guest\n\nEven as the White Hand members gave the strangely dressed Elven woman a suspicious stare, her gaze invisibly met theirs as they strode on by. She was doing nothing that warranted their action, nor did she seem like she was a threat, so Rae simply stood quietly as they brushed by. She was no fool, for drawing attention as an unknown would be most unwise; rather, she had simply wanted to see what her adversary had at his disposal.\n\nImpassively looking towards the ramparts as the towered overhead, the Paladin contemplated just exactly how they small motley crew would have to infiltrate the massive structure. Biting her lip, her arms folded just as a new voice echoed out from a lower height. Sharply, her head would snap towards the voice, and it did not take long for her to recognize where it came from. A dwarven dock worker had piped up to her as he had taken a break, and the Elven woman looked down at him intensely from the guise of her goggles.\n\n\"It is quite intimidating, for a structure built mostly by humans,\" she would humbly state while drawing up her palms to rest them atop the curvature of her hips. \"Though one can see its flaws. All cannonade has a specific range, and judging by the length of those barrels, these can shoot quite far. That being said, some ship cannon work can sit just outside the range of this fortress and bombard the harbor it protects into oblivion.\" Shrugging slightly as the Dwarven worker puffed his chest proudly in defiance, he would then retort harshly in kind to her words.\n\n\"Thos' re made of the finest dwarven smiths o' the age! Are you daft? No guns can out'ange them.\" As if on call, one cannon fired and the thunder of it echoed throughout the harbor. Yet the Blood Elf remained unimpressed as the shot arced through the sky and landed distant in the water. Then, and only then did she truly realize something wonderful; for all its bristling artillery and heavily reinforced walls, this fortress did not compensate for a specific kind of assault.\n\nThe kind of attack that she dealt with quite commonly in the savage Outlands.\n\n\"Sin'Dorei weaponry easily outrange that.\" She responded casually to the Dwarf, who fumed even further. \"I've seen it, sadly. Do take care!\" Casually waving a hand, she sauntered away from the docks and headed nonchalantly back towards Sharon's mansion. Taking the winding roads and alleyways throughout Stormwind to try and see if she were being followed, the Sin'Dorei could not help but hear the sound of another pair of feet scuffling as quietly as they could behind her.\n\nWhipping about and drawing her sword, a blade came whistling towards her through the air, and she easily struck it aside. A shift of Shadows further drew her attention and this time, she stomped her foot stubbornly into the ground, and the alleyway's floor was suddenly filled with white fire. Burning the soles of a hooded man, he quickly turned to flee only to suddenly have the curvature of a Sin'Dorei's blade set upon his jugular. Her breathing however, was labored. The conflict from before having still taken its toll as she tore off the goggles to reveal emerald orbs instead of blue to allow her gaze to regain her focus.\n\n\"Tell your boss something for me, won't you?\" She inquired of the trembling human. \"Tell him that the Rae'liel, Light's Vengeance is coming for him. Deathknights have no place here.\" Pulling her blade away and sheathing it, she glared harshly at the man as he stumbled first and then broke into a horrified run straight back towards a certain fortress upon the cliffs overlooking the sea.\n\nFinally however, after a few more winding roads, she returned back to Sharon's mansion among a literal sea of glares as she opened the door and quickly shut it. Ignoring the huntress e's and striding past them, the Paladin made her way back up the trashed stairs and ruined hallways to find none other than her courteous host still musing in his thoughts.\n\n\"Your brother has quite the fancy house,\" she joked first, cracking an amused smile at the thought of it. \"However, if you cared to strike while you still have a commendable force at your fingertips, I've a plan. It requires me to ask a favor of an friend, but I assure you that it will work.\" Taking up a pencil, she began to sketch a picture of his brother's fortress with remarkable accuracy and detail, down to even the number of cannons on the ramparts.\n\n\"He has too heavy of a guard on the front door and the flanks are too heavily armored. So, from the ground and from the sea, one could say that this is near impregnable. However, \" she matter-of-factly stated as she drew her pencil to point at the ceiling. \"The only defense he has against the sky is a few makes and archers. Those are fairly negligible, if we use what we have now. I can call in a few dozen gyrocopters that are heavily armed from the Scryer engineers in Shattrath. They can soften up their defenses, and a handful can attack from above. After the roof is cleared, they can access the gate controls, open the doors, and let your huntresses run wild.\"\n\nRae would cracked a confident grin in the moment that followed. \"Then, and only then, we could infiltrate amongst all the madness, find your brother, and remove him of his mortal coil. How does this sound?\"", "username": "Feisty-Pants", "char_name": null } ]
As the doors to his study opened and Rae'liel walked through, Sharon looked up from his edition of the Stormwind Royal News to turn his attention to the newly arrived Blood Elf. Noticing the snow and water still lingering on the side of her boots, it seemed as if she had been out on a trip. It was enough to generate a small chunk of worry in Sharon's mind, as the High Elf thought of what she might possibly have been up to. Finally, having heard the Blood Elf's proposed attack plan against Hero's Watch, Sharon merely gazed back at her for a moment. "Are you saying, that you are proposing a direct assault on my brother's castle?" The High Elf asked, letting the question simply hang in the air for a moment while he simply looked at her. After a brief pause and silence, the High Elf slowly placed the newspaper down on his desk while letting out a sigh. "The castle is in built in a joint effort between the White Hand and the Stormwind ministry of Defense, with the King's own blessing. To attack it openly, unprovoked, would be the same as declaring war on Stormwind and become a rebel in his own city." Sharon slowly explained while gazing back up at Rae'liel. "Even if I had an entire army with enough munition to level the entire place, as long as the attack could be traced back to me, I would become an enemy of the king in the process." Sharon smiled briefly, his mind moving to other things. "I don't think that even Captain Serphia, despite her indifference to human life and collateral damage, would want to make an enemy of the king. Even she isn't capable of causing such a political crisis." Or at least, Sharon thought she didn't have the sanity, or lack thereof, to do it. Even if she had a flair for the reckless. The idea of her causing a war between Stormwind and Darnassus on her vacation was one that was very amusing to Sharon, especially considering the explanation that she would have to give when she returned to her ancient people. "We cannot ever risk an open attack, at least not without some pretty damning evidence that proves that the White Hand is an enemy of Stormwind." Sharon continued, his eyes still on Rae'liel. "Without such evidence, our only choice is a covert operation that cannot be traced back to us. Lest we be branded as terrorists for sabotaging Stormwind's own defenses." --- "The mansion has gotten a sizeable defense upgrade since the last time I was in it," Donald answered the Blood Elf's question while casting a brief look across the roofs to Sharon's mansion, before turning back. "How about we first leave the scene of the crime? We do not want to get spotted by the new guardians of the house, especially not in such an exposed and damning position as this." Donald suggested, the rogue motioning for the two elves to follow him down from the roof. He had little interested in being turned into a proverbial pin-cushion by the Night Elves, a thing that would surely happen if they spotted them after Solares had already fired a shot at their house. "I will be more than happy to answer all of your questions once we are out of sight, my lady."
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Sharon Daerin'Lei
Race: High Elf Age: 235 Description: 190 cm tall. Fairly slim figure, and physically fit. By human standards, he appears to be in his 20s. White skin with a slight tanned tone. His eyes are deep arcane blue with a mystical elven magical tint. His hair is blonde and flows to his neck. Usually clean shaved. Biography: A scholar and academic by profession. Sharon was born in Quel'Thalas, where he was raised. He traveled often and visited the human lands of Lordearon and its surrounding kingdoms, and even sometimes the dwarves during his travels. His academic career started in his homeland of Quel'Thalas, but he became closely acquainted to the circles of Dalaran in the human kingdom to the south, where he became a professor and spent his time tutoring students and delving deeper into the mysteries of the arcane arts together with his fellow colleagues. Besides his work in academia, he also lived a materialistic life of extravaganza and debauchery. His life changed with the outbreak of the Third War, as the Scourge lay waste to the great northern kingdoms, including his own Quel'Thalas, turning the continent's most sophisticated civilization into a lifeless graveyard. During the undeath onslaught, with his kingdom shattered and the human and elven armies ruined, Sharon choose to help the human resistance in their struggle for survival and in aiding refugees escape the all consuming legions of the damned, and followed them south. The conflict permanently changed Sharon; the exposure to the sheer horrors and mindless brutality of the Scourge had been a humbling experience and a wakeup call. Having lost his home, and with the vast majority of his friends and family now dead, he devoted much of his time to helping the denizens of Stormwind, and joined the Silver Covenant as he pursued the reconstruction of Dalaran. Even after the the magical city of Dalaran was completed, Sharon choose to remain in Stormwind. Part in due to financial difficulties, and partly because he never could feel quite at home in Dalaran after its first ruination. But even then he often visited the city, to give lectures and share his studies and findings with fellow colleagues, much like he had done before the war.
[ { "text": "Halfway through Liaena's frantic story, Sharon was already giving her a long stare; the High Elf trying to confirm in his head whether what he had heard was genuinely true or something made up by his imagination.\n\n*\"Liaena sends asssistant off on suicide mission, and Rithrynn went on a date with Sherpa?\"*\n\nAfter Liaena had finally finished talking, it took a good, long moment before the High Elf could even say anything. Placing the quill down, his eyes shifted between Rithrynn and Liaena, both of whom had entered the room. Liaena, despite her agitation over the loss of her friend, did not seem at all worried or concerned about the Night Elf that had crept into the office behind her during her rant.\n\n\"Well... this is... this is a surprise. A positive surprise, mind you.\" Sharon finally stated as he glanced over to Rithrynn.\n\"We had feared you might have been cursed or possessed, neither of which it seems you are. We are glad that you are safe, Rithrynn.\"\n\nLooking forward, towards the old diary that had been dropped on his desk, the High Elf reached a hand forth to pick it up. Opening it up, he spent a few moments shuffling through the pages. Indeed, the book looked more like an economic diary than a personal one, but that did not much say much in the case of Lord Alfidious, a man whose life was literally devoted to the world of economics and the nature of coins, gold or literally any form of currency.\nEventually reaching the last entry in the book, Sharon finally found the hastily scribbled message for help. Taking a moment to study it, he eventually put the book back down on the table.\n\n\"I have no reference of Honor's Point, short of an alliance outpost in Outland; literally a world away.\" Sharon said thoughtfully as he leaned back in his desk, looking back at a highly impatient Liaena who looked as if she was ready to jump out of the chair, strap on her rescue gear and go through the burning Twisting Nether to get her friend back.\n\"There is, however; Honor's Watch, the new garrison and fortification being built at the harbor. Are you sure it was not what she meant?\"\n\nSharon let the question linger in the air, before continuing.\n\n\"Honor's Watch is incomplete. Its dungeons, if it has any, are not officially opened. Nor has the citadel itself. If they have your friend, then this is a kidnapping, not an arrest.\" Sharon paused for a moment, realizing that he was receiving a big 'No-shit!' look from Liaena.\n\" ... if we want to get her out, we're going to have to do it ourselves. Petitioning for an investigation of Honor's Watch would likely take weeks, if not months; and they could easily move her before it ever reaches the gate.\"\n\nStaring across the two women, Sharon casually bobbed his wine glass up and down on the table while he seemed lost in thought.\n\n\"But then... there's the problem of infiltrating a giant fortification, built on-top of a reef and surrounded by water... \"", "username": "Sinerathin", "char_name": "Sharon Daerin'Lei" }, { "text": "Before Rithrynn had even touched the door to step through it behind the little girl, Rithrynn realized that Liaena had already charged off through the corridor and was already disappearing beneath the next corner.\n\"She isn't wasting any time at least!\"\n\nRithrynn muttered to herself, shaking her head as Liaena disappeared from sight.\n\n\"Mrrmhf-mmmuh, moi Ri... are you ready?\" Suddenly came the low, unfocused mumbling from inside the bedroom. Turning around, Rithrynn spotted Naliyah slowly beginning to wake up in the bed, weaving her butt as the dozy elf lazily fumbled with her arms to support herself.\n\n\"Oh shi... \" Rithrynn emitted, as the Sentinel rushed out through the door of the bedroom as a lightning; snatching the key Liaena had left in the door before closing the door behind her! Quickly turning around and locking the door shut with the key, Rithrynn finally took a moment to relax and breathe out after the close call. Stepping back from the door, she threw the knob a prolonged stare.\n\n*\"Sorry Janessa, you're on your own!\"*\n\nRealizing that Liaena had gotten quite a big headstart already, Rithrynn quickly turned around to hurry through the corridor after Liaena. Despite her short legs, the human moved at a remarkably quick pace.\n\nFinally arriving at Sharon's study in which Liaena had barged through the door, leaving it wide open, the Night Elf snuck inside while voices emanated from the room. Liaena and Sharon seemed to be in a dramatic discussion. Sharon in particular seemed to be doing the best he could out of a nonsensical situation, caught right out of bed. Positioning herself behind Liaena, Rithrynn choose to interrupt.\n\n\"The water isn't much of an issue... \" Rithrynn eventually entered the conversation, stepping carefully forward.\n\"Nor are the reefs an issue. Or the walls. Me and my sisters could easily scale those. They can't be anywhere near as bad as Sherpa's old dread castle in Northrend.\"\n\nRithrynn commented, remembering back to when she, Liaena and Sharon had infiltrated Sherpa's castle prior to the events at Dalaran. Which had conveniently been placed in the side of a frozen mountain, surrounded by a deep abyss. It had been nothing short of a harrowing climb, and so Rithrynn felt rather positive about being able to manage to climb the simpler walls of Honor Point.\n\n\"I mean... we successfully infiltrated Sherpa's previous castle. And this time the opposition is just monkeys an,-\"\n\n....\n\nRithrynn froze during her sentence, finding herself at the center of a very dark stare from Liaena, and a disappointed expression from Sharon. Taking a moment to rearrange her sentence, she began anew.\n\n\"I mean... it's just humans guarding the castle. We are not really facing down the legion of the damned this time. So it should be much easier!\"", "username": "Rithy", "char_name": "Rithrynn Syn'Dial" }, { "text": "Having shot Rithrynn a filthy glare, the glower abated a little as Liaena considered what the elf was saying. \"…Maybe. That could work. The whole place is probably warded, with alarms though, and all sorts of things. There's more than enough mages in this city that could set one up, if you don't mind paying for it\"\n\nPurely from habit than anything else, a brief scowl was aimed at Sharon as that last remark. Liaena sat forward in her chair as she looked back at Rithrynn. \"And there's more than just humans in there. They have a huge man in armour, and he didn't even flinch when Doin battered an axe through his chestplate. I think he's –\"\n\n\"Define 'huge'?\"\n\n\"…..\"\n\nLiaena gave Rithrynn a long, suspicious glare as she tried to figure out whether the comment was intended as a slur. \"….Huge. For a human. Okay?\"\n\n\"That's not huge, Li\"\n\n\"....Fine! Whatever. That thing was Undead, I can feel it\" Liaena snapped back. Drumming her fingers on the arm of the armchair, her eyes widened as something else occurred to her. \"The Red Vanguard. They'd help us with this. They're fighting the White Hand, same as us, and if I showed them this…\"\n\nPicking up the diary, Liaena stared at the cover for a long, thoughtful moment. Turning it back around, she showed the front to Sharon as she raised her brows questioningly at him. \"This diary. How much trouble do you think we could make for the White Hand if I went public with this?\"", "username": "Feychild", "char_name": null } ]
"Doin... that's a dwarven name," Sharon suddenly mentioned when Liaena told of her encounter with the supposed undead. Creating an awkward silence, Sharon nodded as he motioned with his hand for the discussion to carry on. "Alright, probably one of the Red Vanguards then." "Yes... that too," Waiting for Liaena to finish speaking, Sharon finally leaned forward with his hands folded together in front of him. "The White Hand is not our only concern if we are to infiltrate Honor's Watch, their keep at the harbor. Technically, the White Hand cells stationed at the garrison are part of the Seaway Stormwind Defense, and while that makes them legally obligated to assist Stormwind's army should an invasion occur, it also means that they enjoy the added protection that comes with a friendship to the Stormwind city guard and naval forces stationed at the docks." Sharon explained with a contemplative look on his face, resting his jaw on his hands. " ... granted, it's a layer defense. There are probably a couple of Stormwind's own military that is stationed near Honor's Watch, but they will be outside the fortress. The White Hand's own members are the ones who will be guarding the interior of the fortress itself." Taking a brief pause, Sharon looked over at Liaena as he remembered her recent tales. "And, if our worst fears are confirmed; we may encounter undead and dark magi inside. As well as the garrison's ordinary human defenders. That would require that we possess some form of divine magic to prevent our worst case scenario of becoming a woefully onesided encounter." Sharon had little doubt about the martial skill and guile of Rithrynn's sisters in Serphia's warband. But if they were to scale the walls and find spirits and undead awaiting them on the other side, even Serphia would be in over her head. "This diary. How much trouble do you think we could make for the White Hand if I went public with this?" Returning his attention to the diary in question, Sharon studied it for a moment. Although he hadn't read all of its contents, if Liaena's claims were true, the book did indeed possess a large strategic importance in the larger war against Sherpa's shadow empire. "We can definitely put some serious pressure on the White Hand with this. At best, we can get them disbanded. But even at worst, we could set their operations back weeks; if not months. What we will get will be decided in court however, which is a battlefield of its own." Sharon said as he gently shuffled through some of the pages, before returning to give Rithrynn and Liaena a curious look. "But, have you consulted with Serphia about this? We can have the Red Vanguard run distractions, but it's her warriors that we will need to infiltrate the fort unseen."
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Sharon Daerin'Lei
Race: High Elf Age: 235 Description: 190 cm tall. Fairly slim figure, and physically fit. By human standards, he appears to be in his 20s. White skin with a slight tanned tone. His eyes are deep arcane blue with a mystical elven magical tint. His hair is blonde and flows to his neck. Usually clean shaved. Biography: A scholar and academic by profession. Sharon was born in Quel'Thalas, where he was raised. He traveled often and visited the human lands of Lordearon and its surrounding kingdoms, and even sometimes the dwarves during his travels. His academic career started in his homeland of Quel'Thalas, but he became closely acquainted to the circles of Dalaran in the human kingdom to the south, where he became a professor and spent his time tutoring students and delving deeper into the mysteries of the arcane arts together with his fellow colleagues. Besides his work in academia, he also lived a materialistic life of extravaganza and debauchery. His life changed with the outbreak of the Third War, as the Scourge lay waste to the great northern kingdoms, including his own Quel'Thalas, turning the continent's most sophisticated civilization into a lifeless graveyard. During the undeath onslaught, with his kingdom shattered and the human and elven armies ruined, Sharon choose to help the human resistance in their struggle for survival and in aiding refugees escape the all consuming legions of the damned, and followed them south. The conflict permanently changed Sharon; the exposure to the sheer horrors and mindless brutality of the Scourge had been a humbling experience and a wakeup call. Having lost his home, and with the vast majority of his friends and family now dead, he devoted much of his time to helping the denizens of Stormwind, and joined the Silver Covenant as he pursued the reconstruction of Dalaran. Even after the the magical city of Dalaran was completed, Sharon choose to remain in Stormwind. Part in due to financial difficulties, and partly because he never could feel quite at home in Dalaran after its first ruination. But even then he often visited the city, to give lectures and share his studies and findings with fellow colleagues, much like he had done before the war.
[ { "text": "\"But, have you consulted with Serphia about this?\"\n\n\"Uhmm... \" Rithrynn paused, drawing out the moment as she looked to Liaena.\n\" ... we were getting to that part!\"\n\n...\n\n\"But rest assured, I'm sure she will join up; and those walls will be a piece of cake!\" Rithrynn announced proudly as she held a finger in the air, arching her shoulder backwards and pumped her chest out. But just as she did so, a commotion could be heard from outside the office door:\n\n\"WHooaaaahh!\"\n*Bang* *Thump* *Bonk* *Crack* *CRASH!\"\n\"HAH-HAHAHAHAH... are you alright, Lila?\"\n\nRithrynn threw a careful look at the door behind her, internally spiting her sisters for picking the exact moment to fall down what sounded like a long flight of stairs. Ignoring the continuous laughter and groans coming from outside, Rithrynn peered back at Sharon.\n\n\"Well... most of the time. When sober. Which they are not... \" Rithrynn muttered with a slightly defeated tone, before she eyed Liaena.\n\"So... shall we get Captain Serphia now then? Before the hangover of tomorrow will be too great?\"", "username": "Rithy", "char_name": "Rithrynn Syn'Dial" }, { "text": "\"That would require that we possess some form of divine magic to prevent our worst case scenario of becoming a woefully onesided encounter\"\n\nLiaena studied the wooden panelling of Sharons desk as she avoided the high elfs eyes carefully. The simple fact that he was right did not make her feel the slightest bit better about him pointing it out. \"mmh\"\n\n\"So... shall we get Captain Serphia now then? Before the hangover of tomorrow will be too great?\"\n\n\"No\" Liaena muttered distantly. Glancing back, she shook her head at the Night Elf who was now giving her a odd look. \"I mean yes. You should do that. I need to go speak to a different asshole\"\n\n\"I'm sorry?\"\n\nRising out of her chair, Liaena merely gave Sharon a faint smile with no explanation, before heading for the door. \"Where's Marshall staying now, anyway?\"\n\n\"…I gave Father Marshall the guest room in the east extension, Lady Rune\" Frederick explained smoothly from right outside the door, the butler sliding it open a fraction to bow slightly to those inside. \"…he felt more comfortable distancing himself from, ahem, our other guests. I believe he has barricaded the door shut\"\n\n\"Oh, wonderful. Well I'm an expert with barricades. I expect we've got a lot to talk about\" Liaena remarked acerbically. Waving the butler aside, she started down the corridor towards the eastern side of the house. \"Just help Rithrynn with Serphia, Sharon. I've got this\"\n\n*\n\nReaching the guest room specified by Frederick in a quiet, mostly unused area of the house, Liaena rattled the doorknob, before hammering on the door as hard as she could. \"MARSHALL? We need TO TALK! IT'S…uh, important!\"\n\n\"……\"\n\nStepping back for a moment, Liaena produced a small jar to scrape some of the greyish paste inside it onto her fingers and then into the keyhole of the door. Digging out a flint stone, she struck them together to send a spark flying onto the lock.\n\n**-BAM-**\n\nSwinging the door open, Liaena stepped into a dark room, curtains drawn, lit only by the lamp over the desk which was piled high with weighty tomes and papers. Behind the desk sat the old priest, poring over one of the largest and most boring-looking.\n\nStepping closer, Liaena coughed loudly. Upon receiving no response, she stepped forward to pick up a pencil and tap it on the book he was reading.\n\nAt this, the old man finally looked up. Initially gaining a look of surprise, it was immediately replaced by fury as he looked between her, and the door with the door handle hanging off it. \"YOU! How dare you trespass in here! I will have you evicted from this Cathedral, you little brat!\"\n\n\"…Sorry, but we're not in the Cathedral, Father\" Liaena explained extremely frostily to the glaring bushy eyebrows. \"You agreed to help Sharon Dal'dieb with the threat from the scourge, remember?\"\n\n\"Are you accusing me of senility, girl!?\"\n\n\"….No\"\n\nThe priests brows contracted together still further, as he tried to figure out whether she was being genuine or not. Rather than allow him to form the inevitable negative conclusion, Liaena moved to hurry the conversation on to a more profitable subject. \"…Marshall, I think something's happened to Kitty. She's in danger –\"\n\n\"Who?\"\n\nLiaena ground her teeth together as she steadily lost more and more of her temper. \"**Kathlin Lennox.**YOUR ASSISTANT.\"\n\n\"What? Assistant? I don't have an assistant. They get under my feet, always trying to tidy my office up, it's a miracle from the Light I can ever find anything…\" Marshall mused, glaring around the small bedroom he had appropriated. It was indeed, a tip. \"Although I did have this girl that was supposed to be my assistant. Was that you?\"\n\n\"…Yes\"\n\nMarshall paused a moment, as his eyes narrowed further to the point it was wonder he could see at all. \"…You're lying. I would have remembered if they had sent me you. And I would have**complained**\"", "username": "Feychild", "char_name": null }, { "text": "-double post- =_=", "username": "Feychild", "char_name": null }, { "text": "-double post-", "username": "Feychild", "char_name": null }, { "text": "After Liaena had left the room in all haste, Rithrynn merely gazed at the human's trail: feeling slightly betrayed. In any negotiation with Serphia, Liaena would have been the perfect lightning rod for all blame and ire from the Captain!\n\n*\"Elune, there goes my cannonfodder... \"*\n\n\"Alright, Rithrynn, I can help,\"\n\n\"Oh, no-no no! I'll be fine!\" Rithrynn was quick to retaliate against Sharon's offer to help her deal with Serphia, the Night Elf throwing him a big smile as she turned around.\n\"I can deal with Serphia juuuust fine! I'll call you if there's an emergency!\"\n\nRithrynn explained as she inched back, before the Night Elf was the next person to race out the door of Sharon's study; leaving the High Elf all by himself. Once she was outside the study, Rithrynn rushed down the following stairs to the first floor, elegantly evading one of her sisters, Lila, whom had faceplanted at the bottom of them. Moving through the atrium, she soon found her way to the living room, which was as full of life and spectacle as ever.\n\nExcept that this time there was a distinct lack of Naliyah in the room...\n\n*\"Oh crap, should probably warn Sharon about where I left her. Lest he'll get a big surprise!\"*\n\nWhether Liaena hadn't told Sharon already, Rithrynn couldn't tell. Liaena, from what she knew of the girl, had a tendency to often tunnel focus on certain issues, such as Sherpa, evil presences or Rithrynn's own private & personal love affair!\n\nApproaching the side of the room where Serphia was sitting, the Captain having found the biggest, cushiest leather chair in the room which acted much in the way of a throne to her. But even then, it still looked small beneath the large elf! Having had her wounds treated by Naliyah, the Captain wasn't wearing much other than a simple silk loincloth and a cut shirt. Rithrynn carefully beckoned to her Captain who was quick to notice her in return, what with Rithrynn being one of the few sober beings in the room.\n\n\"Uh, Mistress... the High Elf Sharon requires some of our warriors for an infiltration mission.\" Rithrynn explained cautiously as she stood in front of her Captain, Serphia eying her sharply. Throwing her an odd look, Serphia asked.\n\n\"Infiltration mission?\"\n\n\"Well, yes, you see... there's this big castle by the harbor that the Scourge agent secretly possesses, and Sharon plans to trash his stuff and free any captives they find in there.\"\"\n\n\"The big castle by the reef?\"\n\n\"Uhhm... I think it's that one.\"\n\nSerphia had become silent, while Rithrynn was throwing her captain the best smile that she could in the meantime. Suddenly, Serphia rose from her undersized chair, towering over Rithrynn as she stared down at her subordinate; the Captain's temper rising visibly!\n\n\"He thinks he can command us to do whatever he wants?!\" Serphia suddenly asked, causing Rithrynn to back down.\n\n\"NONONO! He's just... asking sincerely!\" Rithrynn was quick to reiterate, holding up her hands as if they would protect her from Serphia's ire!\n\nSerphia paused for a moment, taking a look across the room at her partying sisters; many whom had already turned their heads over to the commotion between her and Rithrynn. Gaining a thoughtful expression, Serphia turned her attention back to Rithrynn, now with a soft smile.\n\n\"I think we are long due a proper fight.\" Serphia said with a rather pleased looking expression, the Captain seemingly much more happy at the prospect of trashing some humans and making their mighty stone fortresses look useless!\n\"Tell your pet High Elf that I said yes.\"\n\n\"Yes, Mistress! I will... oh, and one more thing, we only need a handful of warriors.\"\n\n\"No problem.\"\n\n\"And climbing gear?\"\n\n\"We still have it, if you're wondering.\"\n\n\"And... we are going to have to cooperate with a light wielder to get this operation done.\"\n\n\" ... \"\n\nSuddenly, all the laughter, noise and cheer in the room died immediately out. At the end of her last sentence, practically every head in the room was turned towards Rithrynn, including Serphia's own which had gained a distinctively pale look, the Captain's smile no longer visible as she merely stared down at Rithrynn. Rithrynn, in turn, immediately felt a strong sense of discomfort, realizing that she perhaps should have spared them the last detail.\n\n*\"Maybe I should have kept 'working with light wielder' as a hidden mission parameter... shit.\"*\n\n\"Uhm... that's all he asked... \" Rithrynn said meekly to her Captain, trying her best to lighten the mood with a weak smile.", "username": "Rithy", "char_name": "Rithrynn Syn'Dial" } ]
With Rithrynn and Liaena having disappeared almost as quickly as they had appeared, Sharon was left all by himself in his study. "Very well... " He muttered as Rithrynn was the last of the two women to leave the room, having quickly waved off his offer of assistance in dealing with Serphia. *"If something goes wrong, I'm sure I'll be able to hear it from here."* Sharon thought to himself as the High Elf began to casually tidy up his desk on the sideline, moving away excess paper, old wine glasses and quills to make it all the more presentable should Marshall or Serphia suddenly come barging into the room through the door. Or both. Lifting one eye and noticing Friedrick by the doorway, the butler being as prudent as ever and about to close the door; Sharon suddenly raised one of his hands to stop him. "Wait, leave it open. It will be better that way." Sharon quickly told Friedrick, whom bowed in return before disappearing from the entrance. He had been with Serphia enough to know that she would be the type to barge into rooms if she felt offended. For the sake of not having the door to his office not thrown off its hinges should Serphia take offense at his request, it was better to leave it wide open, even if it meant having to suffer the inevitable curiosity of the odd Night Elf passing by his study. "I wonder who'll come first... " Sharon contemplated as he threw a look towards the door, curious as to whether Marshall or Serphia would be the first to arrive in his office.
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Sharon Daerin'Lei
Race: High Elf Age: 235 Description: 190 cm tall. Fairly slim figure, and physically fit. By human standards, he appears to be in his 20s. White skin with a slight tanned tone. His eyes are deep arcane blue with a mystical elven magical tint. His hair is blonde and flows to his neck. Usually clean shaved. Biography: A scholar and academic by profession. Sharon was born in Quel'Thalas, where he was raised. He traveled often and visited the human lands of Lordearon and its surrounding kingdoms, and even sometimes the dwarves during his travels. His academic career started in his homeland of Quel'Thalas, but he became closely acquainted to the circles of Dalaran in the human kingdom to the south, where he became a professor and spent his time tutoring students and delving deeper into the mysteries of the arcane arts together with his fellow colleagues. Besides his work in academia, he also lived a materialistic life of extravaganza and debauchery. His life changed with the outbreak of the Third War, as the Scourge lay waste to the great northern kingdoms, including his own Quel'Thalas, turning the continent's most sophisticated civilization into a lifeless graveyard. During the undeath onslaught, with his kingdom shattered and the human and elven armies ruined, Sharon choose to help the human resistance in their struggle for survival and in aiding refugees escape the all consuming legions of the damned, and followed them south. The conflict permanently changed Sharon; the exposure to the sheer horrors and mindless brutality of the Scourge had been a humbling experience and a wakeup call. Having lost his home, and with the vast majority of his friends and family now dead, he devoted much of his time to helping the denizens of Stormwind, and joined the Silver Covenant as he pursued the reconstruction of Dalaran. Even after the the magical city of Dalaran was completed, Sharon choose to remain in Stormwind. Part in due to financial difficulties, and partly because he never could feel quite at home in Dalaran after its first ruination. But even then he often visited the city, to give lectures and share his studies and findings with fellow colleagues, much like he had done before the war.
[ { "text": "Leaning back in his cushy leather office chair, Sharon was casually levitating a random paperweight and bottle of ink over his desk with a channeled spell when Friedrick suddenly turned the corner outside his office and marked in at an urgent pace.\n\n\"Good afternoon, Master Sharon. I trust all is still well?\" He asked politely as he approached Sharon's desk. But when the human butler suddenly picked up the diary from Alfidious, Sharon was surprised to the point that he lost control of the levitation spell. While the paperweight slammed back down into his desk, the High Elf narrowly managed to catch the ink bottle before it spilled all across his desk.\n\n\"Wait, what do you need that one for?\" Sharon hastily inquired as he looked towards the diary, placing the ink back on his desk.\n\n\"Just a request from Lady Rune in her attempt to negotiate with father Marshal. The man has a strong sense of independence.\"\n\n\"You mean stubbornness?\"\n\n\"Yes, and a flair of the 'know-it-all' as well. But do not worry, Lady Rune wanted me to tell you that she has all under control.\n\n\"Of course... \"\n\nA report and assurance that 'all was OK' was never very reassuring when it came from Liaena, Sharon thought to himself. But it seemed too early to intervene, and so the High Elf eventually nodded, allowing the butler to leave with the book.\n\n\"Very well. If she needs it. But I want it back here when it is done. Let no harm befall it!\"\n\n\"As if it was my newborn, Master Sharon.\" Friedrick answered politely, before the elderly butler turned and marched out of the room, carrying himself with a pace that suggested an attempt to balance his sense of professionalism between the required haste and urgency of the situation in question. As the lower end of Friedrick's tailcoat disappeared beyond the door, Sharon retreated back into his chair, folding his fingers together as he gazed out of his office.\n\n*\"I can only hope Rithrynn is doing better than Liaena. Considering the fact that I haven't heard any sound of fighting or bones breaking, that can only be a good sign as far as any attempt to negotiate with Serphia is concerned.\"*", "username": "Sinerathin", "char_name": "Sharon Daerin'Lei" }, { "text": "\"Father. Marshall! WAIT! I haven't told you everything yet!\" Liaena cried as she chased after the unrelenting Marshall. Storming through the corridors they occasionally passed drunk Night Elves, some of whom looked curious enough to start meandering after them. The result was that the pair were starting to attract a most unwelcome audience as Liaena dodged around the old man to block a doorway he was about to pass through, holding up her hands in a placatory gesture.\n\n\"It's a really, really bad idea to just run in there, okay? I get that you're angry, I am too. But look…\"\n\n\"Lady Rune? As you requested\"\n\nArriving as always at the most appropriate moment, Frederick materialised beside them to politely present Alficious's diary to Liaena. Liaena grabbed it quickly to find the pages with Alficious' investigation of the White Hand, and hold it out to Marshall. \"This is what a Lord learned about the White Hand, and he died for it. If – if these people or Sherpa realise that we are onto them, it'll put Kitty in so much danger…\"\n\nSnatching the book off of her, Marshall flipped through it before arriving at the relevant pages. Scanning it, his eyes narrowed into angry slits at Liaena. \"Stupid girl. You think that I would be rash enough to face this foe alone? Do you take me for a fool, brat!?\"\n\n\"Uh…no\" Liaena said doubtfully, tracking the book obsessively with her eyes. \"Okay, good—\"\n\n\"Which is why I'm reporting this to the Cathedral immediately\"\n\n\"WHAT. Uh…Marshall\" Liaena glanced desperately over her shoulder at the Night Elves that were starting to drift closer. \"That-that might not be such the best idea. Remember, they did entrust this task to *you*—\"\n\n\"I have the humility to know when something is beyond me, girl\"\n\nMarshall's eyebrows had again furrowed into a deep line between his eyes as he glowered at the girl. \"Who else would I ask to aid this cause of ours? Those wicked, shrieking, faithless harpies?\"\n\n\"…..\"\n\n\"Well…\"\n\nLosing interest, Marshall strode forward to push right past Liaena to start bulldozering down the corridor again, book in hand. Chasing after, Liaena found herself having to run at his side if only to maintain the conversation. \"I don't like them either Father, but they do have their uses. If we are going to sneak into this place…\"\n\n\"The Light Of The World does not**sneak**\"\n\n\"They do if their enemies are completely legitimate businessmen!\" Liaena hissed furiously back.\n\n\"If the Light says they are not, then they are**not**. The king himself will know of this affront! This heresy!\"\n\n\"…The King.**Really**.\"\n\nStill trying her best to keep up, Liaena gave Marshall a do-you-have-any-idea-what-you-sound-like look, before rolling her eyes at him. \"This is*urgent*, Father. You want to wait six months until you get audience with him? …\"\n\n\"He attends Mass tomorrow morning, brat. Which*you*would know if you ever paid deference\"\n\n\"….\"\n\nStalling in the corridor, Liaena watched Marshall stomp away from her, eyes wide. The entire ruckus had attracted quite a few Night Elves but the girl made no attempt to cool the situation, or follow the priest, instead thinking hard.\n\n\"Lady Rune?\" Frederick enquired politely, having caught up to stand to attention next to the silent girl. \"Shall I request Lady Dei intercept him at the gate?\"\n\n\"Uh…No\" Liaena said distantly after a long pause. Still tracking the old man with her eyes, she started to move forward again to follow him, before flapping a hand at Frederick. \"Could you arrange a carriage instead? Thanks\"", "username": "Feychild", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Having taken a moment to gather herself, Rithrynn had begun to return to the atrium, confident that Serphia would be satisfied for at least the greater part of the next hour. But as her worries about her little diplomacy with Serphia faded away, her thoughts began to move over to Liaena and the girl's work.\n\n*\"I wonder if she is doing any better.\"*\n\nBut as the Night Elf traveled through the numerous corridors and hallways of Sharon's expansive mansion, the Night Elf's question was soon answered when she saw both Liaena and Marshal pass through the corridor ahead of her, with the old man leading the way, and Liaena right behind him. The pair seemed to be caught in a heated discussion, or rather; an all out argument between the two!\n\n*\"Huh, it looks like she isn't doing so much better after all.\"*\n\nThe Night Elf noted, feeling a tiny amount of satisfaction at having beaten Liaena at convincing her own quarry, even if Shani had been the one doing most of the involuntary work during her session with Serphia! Looking further behind them, she noticed that a small gathering of her fellow sisters had gathered in the corridor behind them, seemingly finding the struggle between the two humans amusing and as a source of entertainment. If there was popcorn in the house, Rithrynn could swear it would have been passed around among them right now!\n\n\"Hey, Li!\" Rithrynn said as she walked up next to Liaena as Marshal quickened his pace and marched forward, as if he had been chosen by the very light itself to carry out the most sacred of sacred missions! Glancing down at the smaller black haired girl, Rithrynn threw the human a sly smirk.\n\n\"How goes the negotiations?\"", "username": "Rithy", "char_name": "Rithrynn Syn'Dial" } ]
"Could you arrange a carriage instead? Thanks" "How soon do you need it?" "Now!" "Very well, I shall see to it." Friedrick nodded, quickly departing from Liaena and Marshal's company to disappear away in the opposite corridor. Walking through a series of rooms on the second floor, Friedrick approached the doorway to the balcony; only pausing to grab a flare gun that was hidden behind the drapery by the windows; before exiting the room and walking onto the snow covered balcony. Receiving an odd stare from the Night Elven watcher who already stood on the balcony as he stepped out on it, the butler simply gave her a friendly smile in return while walking over to the balustrade. Cocking the gun, he aimed it to the sky to fire out a purple flare much to the bewilderment of the spectating watcher. --- Leaning against his carriage was a shorter, slightly well-rounded gentleman by the name of Ragnold Butterbee, wearing a black fur cloak and a big tophat over his ginger hair. Rubbing his gloves together, he cast the surrounding street a disappointed look, all the nobles and rich people of the district apparently having chosen the day to walk and be sporty.. "Damn health trends... " He muttered to himself, brumming audibly to himself. But that was when he saw a glimpse of what could only look like a mid-day firework display further away in the district, which gained the carriage driver's attention. At first he looked merely confused, curious about who'd shoot up fireworks in the middle of the day. But when his brain finally arrived to the only logical conclusion, his eyes shot wide open in amazement! "By all the shits that are holy, Sharon is actually gonna pay for a ride?!" The man muttered, sounding utterly shocked! But the surprise only lasted a few moments, before Ragnold had jumped onto the front seat of his carriage, and flailed his lash through the air to get the two black horses pulling his carriage to move! The carriage immediately started moving as the horses woke to life, the wheels spitting snow to either side of the street as he raced towards the front entrance of Sharon's mansion a few blocks down! Upon arriving at the front entrance to Sharon's house, he braked violently; both the carriage and the horses sliding a couple of meters through the snow until he and the carriage finally stopped directly outside of the fenced entrance to Sharon. "Anyone want a ride?" Ragnold inquired as he looked towards the entrance, tipping his hat. But despite his offering, he ended up receiving nothing but a filthy stare from the Night Elf at the gate. Nor did the watchers scattered across the roof seem any happier about his arrival, with no less than three arrows currently trained at him.
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Sharon Daerin'Lei
Race: High Elf Age: 235 Description: 190 cm tall. Fairly slim figure, and physically fit. By human standards, he appears to be in his 20s. White skin with a slight tanned tone. His eyes are deep arcane blue with a mystical elven magical tint. His hair is blonde and flows to his neck. Usually clean shaved. Biography: A scholar and academic by profession. Sharon was born in Quel'Thalas, where he was raised. He traveled often and visited the human lands of Lordearon and its surrounding kingdoms, and even sometimes the dwarves during his travels. His academic career started in his homeland of Quel'Thalas, but he became closely acquainted to the circles of Dalaran in the human kingdom to the south, where he became a professor and spent his time tutoring students and delving deeper into the mysteries of the arcane arts together with his fellow colleagues. Besides his work in academia, he also lived a materialistic life of extravaganza and debauchery. His life changed with the outbreak of the Third War, as the Scourge lay waste to the great northern kingdoms, including his own Quel'Thalas, turning the continent's most sophisticated civilization into a lifeless graveyard. During the undeath onslaught, with his kingdom shattered and the human and elven armies ruined, Sharon choose to help the human resistance in their struggle for survival and in aiding refugees escape the all consuming legions of the damned, and followed them south. The conflict permanently changed Sharon; the exposure to the sheer horrors and mindless brutality of the Scourge had been a humbling experience and a wakeup call. Having lost his home, and with the vast majority of his friends and family now dead, he devoted much of his time to helping the denizens of Stormwind, and joined the Silver Covenant as he pursued the reconstruction of Dalaran. Even after the the magical city of Dalaran was completed, Sharon choose to remain in Stormwind. Part in due to financial difficulties, and partly because he never could feel quite at home in Dalaran after its first ruination. But even then he often visited the city, to give lectures and share his studies and findings with fellow colleagues, much like he had done before the war.
[ { "text": "\"Rithrynn, go and find Serphia!\"\n\n\" ... why do I always get the most dangerous missions?!\" Rithrynn complained, but her words fell on deaf ears as Liaena had already charged through the gate as an over-eager dog to make a beeline for the mansion door.\n\nLetting out a sigh, Rithrynn threw a sour gaze after Liaena as the human's backside disappeared through the front door.\n\n\"Why do I even bother... \" Rithrynn muttered in a defeated tone as she happily jumped off the carriage, which felt great considering the terrible trip she had gone through! Turning to look towards the still fuming watcher by the gate, Rithrynn threw her a pat on the shoulder.\n\n\"Please don't kill any monkeys, it'd really make Serphia sad... \"\n\n\"Oh, I don't need to kill them!\"\n\n\" ... \"\n\n\"Alright, alright!\"\n\nDelilah, the gatekeeper grumbled, throwing a dark stare towards the cab driver. The cab driver in question had no desire to stay around and risk becoming a potential pin cushion, and so cracked his whip and flew off with his carriage even faster than he had arrived. Walking through the garden at a much more slower pace than Liaena, Rithrynn would eventually reach the door to the mansion and peek in.\n\nThere was surprisingly little activity in the atrium to Rithrynn's surprise, with only a few empty goblets, plates and pillows scattered on the floor, alongside a semi naked sentinel sleeping on one of the sofas against the walls.\n\nThere were however no small volume of noise coming from the living room, as usual, and so Rithrynn was quick to make it her destination as she passed through the lower floor of Sharon's mansion, which at that point was becoming more and more filled with trash and ruined furniture. It seemed as if even Friedrick's amazing talent at creating tidiness wherever the man went was now finally becoming strained!\n\n\"Hey, guys!\" Rithrynn exclaimed as she entered the living room, which was still playing host, or rather; victim, to the warband's fierce party! Walking up to the nearest crowd of her sisters which had gathered around a table, she would elbow herself into the circle.\n\"Have you seen captain Serphia?\"\n\nThe question arose many amused, intoxicated faces and a bit of laughter as the Sentinels looked between each other, before gazing back up at Rithrynn standing over them.\n\n\"What, aren't you supposed to be the Lieutenant?\"\n\n\"I think she went to have a nap. It was too noisy!\"\n\n\"Noo, obviously she went to have some fun with Falere!\"\n\n\"Thi-hihih!\"\n\n\"Hey, I'm just glad Falere finally found the place she belonged!\"\n\n\"True, their love has been in the making for too long. Awww!\"\n\n\"Hey Ri, any plan of joining her once your time as a Lieutenant is done?\"\n\n\"Hahaha!\"\n\n\"Very funny... \" Rithrynn commented, resisting the temptation to smack some faces.\n\" ... where is she?\"\n\n\" ... I don't know, in the guest room you left her in?\"\n\n\"Right. Thanks for the help.\" Rithrynn concluded, removing herself from the conversation.\n\n\"Ri! Say hi to Naliyah from me!\"\n\n\"Hihi, you should go and check on her!\"\n\n\" ... \"\n\nRithrynn turned around without saying anything further, and walked out. If she was ever going to bomb her sisters with a shrink bomb before inviting Naliyah to the room, it would have to happen later. Right now, she unfortunately had more pressing matters!", "username": "Rithy", "char_name": "Rithrynn Syn'Dial" }, { "text": "When he first heard someone approaching from behind him, the High Elf assumed that it was Naliyah who had finally gotten out of his bed. It made him harbor a sense of unease. Had he accidentally woken the beast?\n\nBut as he turned around, it turned out that it was not Naliyah at all who had entered the room behind. The creature that entered the ante chamber lacked the long ears, the striking pink hair, as well as a couple of feet in height too to be Naliyah. Sharon had to lower his gaze to see Liaena who, in turn, was giving him a mortified expression; as if she could not be believing what she was actually seeing.\n\n\"No.\"\n\n\"Welcome back, Liaena! How was your day?\" Sharon was quick to greet Liaena with a friendly smile the moment he saw her, a smile that was not returned in any form by the girl's considerably paler feature. For a moment, she almost looked as pale as his brother!\n\n\" ... you are**NOT**coming along!\"\n\nThe High Elf let out a sigh, his previous words washing like a wave off a cliff on Liaena's face.\n\n\"I tire of my office, Liaena. It is time I resumed the hunt for our enemies.\" Sharon explained, retaining his calm voice in the face of Liaena who at that point looked like she was about to scream at him at anytime!\n\n\"That's what we have the Night Elves for!\"\n\n\"And who will help them? Or you for that matter?\" Sharon returned with a question, the High Elf eyeing Liaena.\n\"I haven't seen your plan yet, Liaena, but I will not be surprised if you haven't placed yourself on the front line.\"\n\nSharon took a couple of steps forward towards the human girl, until he stood at an arm's length from her. Smiling softly at her, he would raise a hand to place at her shoulder.\n\n\"My brother expects my inaction. We would be stronger together, and more likely to succeed. And this is a mission we cannot fail.\"", "username": "Sinerathin", "char_name": "Sharon Daerin'Lei" }, { "text": "\"You're Sherpa's main target!\" Liaena retorted furiously, looking in no way soothed by Sharon's overtures as she brushed the hand of appeal off her shoulder to glower up at her lover. \"It's way too dangerous!\"\n\nChoosing to ignore Sharon's all-too-perceptive remark about her own intended role in the operation, the girl glanced out of the window again at the setting sun. \"…and there isn't the time for this, Sharon! You are NOT coming, and that's that\"\n\n\"Liaena…\"\n\n\"I**mean**it!\" Liaena cried out forcefully. Taking a step back and drawing herself up to her full – unimpressive – height in an attempt to look more authorative, she stabbed a finger up at the High Elf who was giving her a passive I-knew-you'd-react-like-this sort of look. It did not improve her temper. \"For all you know, this could all be a trap set for you by Sherpa! If you come with us, it'd just be playing into his hands!\"\n\n\"…If that's the case…\" Sharon returned, still managing to maintain the same calm tone as he spoke. Liaena wished he would shout. It would make it so much easier to rage at him. \"…You would be springing it in my place, Liaena\"\n\n\"Yes, well. That's my business\" The girl returned stubbornly after a moments pause. Liaena balled her fists by her sides as she glared up at the High Elf. \"I need to deal with this, okay? But there is NO way I'm letting you get into danger because – because of this! This isn't your fight!\"", "username": "Feychild", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Leaving the living room behind, Rithrynn would traverse back through the atrium to the other side to search for the guest room in which she had left Serphia. It occurred to her that she had somehow managed to forget which door lead to the room in question, and so she instead decided to take a moment to listen for any 'familiar' sounds from any of the doors. Managing to block out all the extra noise coming from the living room, Rithrynn managed to filter out a couple of voice and low moaning coming from one of the doors.\n\nQuickly shifting over to it, she'd grab the handle and pull it up.\n\n\"Mistress Serphia, I need to,-\" Rithrynn began as she moved her head through the door to look into the darkened room, only to spot two of her sisters in a rather intimate position. Or was it three?\n\n\" ... \"\n\n\"Sorry about that, carry on!\"\n\nBefore any of them could mount any coherent answer or question beyond mere gasps and lewd looks, Rithrynn had already smacked the door shut to continue further along the hallway, trying to remember the door to the guest chamber she had used. That was, until she came across a rather familiar looking door, identified by the battered frame around it. Taking a much more careful approach this time, Rithrynn would slowly open the door to peek inside.\n\nIt was definitely the room she had been looking for, the first giveaway being the crushed chair lying around on the floor, being one of the first objects to come within her view.\n\n*\"But where is Serphia?\"*\n\nRithrynn would glance around the room as she'd open the door for full, finding no trace of her Captain. However, when she stepped into the room, she heard a distant squeaking noise coming from a room further ahead, accompanied by a low moan. Continuing through the guest room to the door on the other side, Rithrynn would listen for a moment, before reaching to grab the handle on the door. Again, practicing the same caution as before, she'd slowly slide it open to gaze inside.\n\nAs she looked into the room, she immediately found both her quarry, and the source of the noise.\n\nRithrynn's eyes were quickly fixated on her Captain, who was perched on top of a silk bed, face down in the pillow and with her big, purple butt high up in the air, wearing little more than an undersized thong. And looking very happy by the looks of it. Taking a moment just to stareat her Captain in a stunned expression as Serphia arched her back in a deep moan, Rithrynn would eventually slap herself, before stepping into the room.\n\n\"Uhm, mistress?\"\n\n\"Mmmhm, Get out or get in, Syn'dial.\" Serphia would reply in a slightly annoyed tone, as she'd wriggle her butt from side to side. Throwing her Captain's backside an odd glare, Rithrynn would kneel down besides the bed.\n\n\"Mistress, we need to prepare for the assault. The time is now.\"\n\nLetting out a sigh, Serphia would turn around and sit up in the bed, the undersized human bed squeaking as she moved about. Moving a hand across her forehead to give it a rub, Serphia would smile softly as she'd move her hips around.\n\n\"How is Falere?\" Rithrynn asked, trying to smile in return to her Captain.\n\n\"Ohh,**deep**... \" Serphia would answer with a giggle, as she leaned forward.\n\"I never realized she and Shani were such good partners. Even if I wanted to, I doubt I could get them out.\"\n\n\"That's adorable,\" Rithrynn replied with a slight maniacal tone in her voice, clearly highly amused by Falere's predicament.\n\"But, the assault. We need to gather our warriors!\"\n\n\"Hmf, I suppose I'll have to get back to you two later.\" Serphia would whisper playfully down at her lap, wriggling her butt on the bed. For a quiet moment, it was almost as if Rithrynn could hear the combined, furious screams of both Shani and Falere, emanating from her captain's rear. But that was probably just her mind playing tricks, and so Rithrynn shook her head.\n\n\"Very well, let us get this over with. I always wanted to conquer that fort since the moment I first saw it.\"", "username": "Rithy", "char_name": "Rithrynn Syn'Dial" } ]
"This isn't your fight!" "If it wasn't for me, there would be no conflict at all." Sharon commented dryly. "Sherpa, who is my dear brother, would simply have continued his unholy rampage happily ever after. It is my continued existence that is his current conundrum." " ... " "Considering the fact that I am the sole reason for this war, and the fact that the enemy is my very own flesh and blood, I do believe that this is my fight, moreso than anyone else's." Sharon looked at Liaena, who at that point seemed like she was about to tear her own hair out in frustration.The High Elf had seen Liaena in many different moods, many of them bad as well, but he could not recall the sheer seething anger and frustration displayed by the little girl in the current moment. Given the fumes emanating from the top of Liaena's head, the High Elf was almost worried that a pair of laser beams would suddenly shoot out from the girl's eyes and disintegrate him on the spot, given her deadly stare! "**I SAID YOU ARE NOT GOING! CAN'T YOU HEAR? WHAT'S THE POINT OF HAVING SUCH HUGE EARS IF YOU CAN'T HEAR ME?!**" "I am not about to leave you and Rithrynn out in the cold." Sharon said, the High Elf masterfully retaining a calm and cheerful tone. Moving his attention past Liaena, he suddenly began to walk past her towards the exit of the ante chamber, daringly choosing to ignore any complaints from Liaena. As he walked, Sharon felt his muscles instinctively tense in anticipation of possibly being tackled by the little girl from behind. "Come now, sweetheart. Let us find your friend Rithrynn and Serphia so that we can start this mission." "Ggrrrrwwlll... !!!"
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Sharon Daerin'Lei
Race: High Elf Age: 235 Description: 190 cm tall. Fairly slim figure, and physically fit. By human standards, he appears to be in his 20s. White skin with a slight tanned tone. His eyes are deep arcane blue with a mystical elven magical tint. His hair is blonde and flows to his neck. Usually clean shaved. Biography: A scholar and academic by profession. Sharon was born in Quel'Thalas, where he was raised. He traveled often and visited the human lands of Lordearon and its surrounding kingdoms, and even sometimes the dwarves during his travels. His academic career started in his homeland of Quel'Thalas, but he became closely acquainted to the circles of Dalaran in the human kingdom to the south, where he became a professor and spent his time tutoring students and delving deeper into the mysteries of the arcane arts together with his fellow colleagues. Besides his work in academia, he also lived a materialistic life of extravaganza and debauchery. His life changed with the outbreak of the Third War, as the Scourge lay waste to the great northern kingdoms, including his own Quel'Thalas, turning the continent's most sophisticated civilization into a lifeless graveyard. During the undeath onslaught, with his kingdom shattered and the human and elven armies ruined, Sharon choose to help the human resistance in their struggle for survival and in aiding refugees escape the all consuming legions of the damned, and followed them south. The conflict permanently changed Sharon; the exposure to the sheer horrors and mindless brutality of the Scourge had been a humbling experience and a wakeup call. Having lost his home, and with the vast majority of his friends and family now dead, he devoted much of his time to helping the denizens of Stormwind, and joined the Silver Covenant as he pursued the reconstruction of Dalaran. Even after the the magical city of Dalaran was completed, Sharon choose to remain in Stormwind. Part in due to financial difficulties, and partly because he never could feel quite at home in Dalaran after its first ruination. But even then he often visited the city, to give lectures and share his studies and findings with fellow colleagues, much like he had done before the war.
[ { "text": "\"It's a long climb, have our warriors only bring a light kit. The weather has gotten warmer, and it's a quick operation, and so a full winter kit is not necessary. Only cloak.\"\n\n\"Yes, mistress!\" Rithrynn replied as she hastily followed after Serphia's long strides as the pair headed out into the atrium of Sharon's mansion. As they arrived there, Serphia suddenly paused, to look down at the sleeping night elf in the couch next to her.\n\n...\n\n*CRASH*\n\n\"**Wake up, Saleen!**\" Serphia shouted as she violently kicked the couch, causing it to topple over alongside the Night Elf on top of it, the latter barely managing to emit a yelp before she rolled onto the floor with a thud.\n\n\"Wha-who-wher?!!? ... mistress?\" The Sentinel, Saleen, who was lying on the floor, wearing nothing but a thong; stared at Serphia's feet, before her gaze eventually climbed to look up at Rithrynn and Serphia standing over her. With a moment of realization, she immediately jumped to her feet to salute her Captain, right hand over her heart and left hand behind her back.\n\n\"Climbing gear and light kit only; gather here in five minutes, Saleen!\" Serphia commanded, and Saleen couldn't wait to turn around and make a run for the line of gear against the atrium walls placed there by the Night Elven warband. Turning her attention away from the frantic wardrobe show of Saleen as the sentinel scrambled to find her gear, Serphia's attention turned to Rithrynn as she looked down at her.\n\n\"Alongside Saleen I want Alissah, Lithrielle, Delilah, Vashi, Shani and Anastia present here. **Now!**\" Serphia instructed as she towered over Rithrynn. The Sentinel gazed up at her for a moment, before carefully opening her mouth.\n\n\"Uhh, of course, mistress... \" Rithrynn carefully started, her eyes slowly moving down to focus on her Captain's wide thighs. \n\" ...but Shani is in your ass, isn't she?\"\n\n\" ... oh, right; I forgot.\" Serphia suddenly said, her dark expression suddenly becoming multiple degrees lighter as she giggled.\n\"Find someone else to take her place. Shani is on a mission from which she cannot be disturbed.\"\n\nSerphia said with a wicked grin as she rested a hand upon her hips. \n\n\"Yes, mistress!\" Not wanting to wait around for Serphia's mood to sour again, Rithrynn quickly performed a salute before she turned around to race back towards the living room to find the rest of the selected elves to join on the mission, gracefully dodging a flying helmet that swooped through the air from Saleen's frantic fashion show.", "username": "Rithy", "char_name": "Rithrynn Syn'Dial" }, { "text": "Having thrown a worrisome look towards the sleeping Night Elf in the room, half fearing the possibility that Liaena's high volume protests might have awakened Naliyah, Sharon's head eventually turned to look back at the smaller human who had adamantly blocked the exit to the room.\n\nContemplating the possibility of levitating Liaena up into the roof, an action that surely would come back to haunt him later on, the High Elf decided to try the diplomatic approach.\n\n\"The protection of the church would mean little, and I doubt they could protect me in the long run.\" Sharon explained, retaining his peaceful tone in the presence of the persistent Liaena.\n\"Sherpa's plans extend far beyond the mere battle with his older brother, and if I fled, it is likely that they would continue; to whatever end.\"\n\nSharon tried to reason with the little girl, though reason from Liaena when it concerned his own safety was hard come by. \n\nLetting out a sigh, Sharon let his staff sit loosely in his hand as he stared down at Liaena, taking a moment before saying anything. Letting his head hang slightly as he gazed at her, he would eventually continue.\n\n\"The importance of this battle cannot be overstated. It encompasses far more than a mere rescue mission. Success in this endeavor could even lead to the banishment of the White Hand, if luck was on our side. But just as success holds great reward, failure will have dire consequences. The loss of you, Rithrynn and Serphia, would leave me exposed, as well as handicapped in the fight against Sherpa and his seemingly limitless agents. I would survive the day, only to remain a vulnerable target in remaining weeks and months. And my brother is in no hurry to finish the job. I cannot hire mercenaries forever, but the power of my brother's personal army will keep growing.\"\n\nSharon explained, taking a good time with each sentence and keeping a steady volume all the way through. Partly to make it more digestible and coherent, but also as to not awaken Naliyah either. The door to the bedroom was after all still locked.\n\n\"With the kidnapping of your friend, Sherpa has forced out hands. I cannot afford to sit idle. The success of this mission is paramount, and we cannot afford to fail.\" Sharon eventually continued, suddenly smiling down at Liaena.\n\n\"And if things really go to hell, my magical expertise will be invaluable in getting us out!\"", "username": "Sinerathin", "char_name": "Sharon Daerin'Lei" }, { "text": "**\"You're still not listening to me!\" **Liaena snarled straight back, although without the volume her voice would normally possess. Another glance towards the sleeping Naliyah meant that there were no secrets regarding the reason for that. \"You are **NOT** going! End of!\"\n\n\"……\"\n\nA silence fell at this point, with the girl giving Sharon the nastiest glare she could find in lieu of shouting any further. The High Elf pretended not to see it, opting instead to give her that peaceable smile that was doing an excellent job of getting under her skin._ \"I should've just knocked him out\"_\n\nStudying Sharon with the eyes of a predator, Liaena was forced to conclude that there was a lot less available bare skin to dart-gun than when she was pitted against the stripperific Night-Elves. In addition, he was also watching her carefully and Liaena was inclined to think that he had more than a passing suspicion of her current thought process. \n_\n\"I should have brought him to the Cathedral with me. And **then** knocked him out\"_\n\n\"Liaena? Sweetheart, we need to leave\"\n\n\"I KNOW THAT! IT'S **YOU**, THAT'S MAKING THIS HARDER, BECAUSE WE ARE WASTING TIME WITH THIS!!\" Liaena exploded back at him with a vengeance that could never have been anticipated from Sharon's placid words. In truth, it appeared that just about anything the High Elf said could have triggered an onslaught from the over emotional girl as she stabbed a furious finger at him. \"I don't care about your reasons! Or your magic! You're still going to go to the Cathedral, and you're going to stay there, or…\"\n\n\"……..\"\n\nUnable to think of a particularly effective threat as the seconds dragged on, Liaena felt her shoulders sag with an emotion that felt suspiciously like it could be defeat. The girl could feel a persistent burning behind her eyes as she looked up at him miserably. \"….**please**\"", "username": "Feychild", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Not much time had passed before a strike squad of eight Night Elven sentinels had gathered in Sharon's atrium, including Rithrynn and Vashi, with Serphia in charge.\n\nThey were wearing simpler black and purple silk loincloths, cloaks, chestguards, shoulderpads, greaves and vambraces, in favor of the heavier winter robes that they had arrived with. All of the elves were armed with their own bow and quiver, alongside a selection of melee weapons of their choice and ropes and hooks for the expected climb.\n\nBut despite the fact that the sisters had formed a near perfect line in which they stood before the Captain, Serphia noticed that a lot of the faces of her warriors were dull, unfocused or just looking sloven.\n\n\"You all look terrible!\" Were the first words to escape Serphia's mouth as she scanned her warriors, all of whom looked fairly wasted from the partying with the few exceptions of Vashi and Rithrynn. Deciding that assaulting Honor's Watch with a strike squad afflicted with severe hangovers would be a bad idea, Serphia turned her attention to Vashi.\n\n\"Vashi, do you have any of those Sparkleaf potions of yours left?\" \n\n\"Uh, yes, mistress! I do!\" Vashi quickly responded, looking excited at being addressed by her Captain! Of the strike squad, none displayed a more energetic impulse than Vashi as the Night Elven magi scrounged through her satchel hanging from her torso to produce a couple of faintly green potions. Uncorking one of them, it released a stringent aroma that immediately pierced the nostrils of anyone in the magi's proximity. \n\n\"Sisters, you have ten minutes to unfuck yourselves. Then we leave.\" Serphia commanded as she followed the distribution of Vashi's hangover cure, before her attention fell on Rithrynn.\n\"Syn'dial, come with me for the moment.\"\n\n\"Of course mistress, what for?\" Rithrynn was quick to ask as she ran to follow up with her Captain whom had turned to begin walking up the stairs.\n\n\"I need that High Elf of yours... \"\n\n*\n\n\"He was not in his office... \"\n\n\"No no, then he is probably in his bedroom, which is just over here... somewhere.\" Rithrynn explained to Serphia as she lead her Captain through the maze of corridors that constituted the upper levels of Sharon's estate. Arriving outside of Sharon's bedroom, the two elves could hear a fair murmur emanating from within.\n\n\"High Elf!\" Serphia called out with an intimidating tone as she walked forward to grab the door knob, but upon attempting to open it; it seemed like there was something blocking it on the other side.\n\n\"Maybe it's locked?\" Rithrynn commented, looking up at her Captain; who was currently giving the door a very dark stare.\n\"Maybe you should... \"\n\n***BRACK***\n\nWithout any warning, Serphia had raised her foot to kick in the door with the face of her boot! Liaena, who had been blocking the door for Sharon on the other end, suddenly found herself shoved aside by the opening door, before being promptly squeezed right into the wall behind it!\nThe violent entry was also enough to wake up Naliyah, who scrambled around in her bed with a snort of surprise, before tumbling off and landing on the floor with her butt!\n\n\"Oh, Elune... eh, m-mistress?\" Naliyah muttered, still trying to gather herself as she stared at Serphia as the Captain marched into the room.\n\"I didn't know, oh, and HI RITHY!\"\n\nRithrynn, upon seeing Naliyah, subtly took a step behind Serphia, as if to hide herself behind her Captain. Serphia, who's eyes had been on Sharon all the time, gazed down at the High Elf while resting her hands on her hips.\n\n\"It is time to go, High Elf. The mission is starting!\" Serphia would brief him, before throwing a slight look around the room.\n\"And... where is that human midget associate of yours?\"", "username": "Rithy", "char_name": "Rithrynn Syn'Dial" } ]
"….please" Sharon let out a sigh as he looked down at the pleading eyes of Liaena, which in their own way looked a little adorable. With a contemplative expression, Sharon raised the back of his index finger up to his jaw. _"High Elf!"_ ... "I guess I... " ***BRACK*** "**It is time to go, High Elf.**" Within the blink of an eye, before the High Elf had a chance to continue, the door directly behind Liaena had slammed open, Liaena had vanished, and instead been replaced by the towering presence of Rithrynn's infamous Captain, Serphia, who now loomed over Sharon like a dark cloud. Merely standing dumbstruck in his spot, finger raised and mouth open. Staring past Serphia, Sharon could see Rithrynn cowering meekly behind her Captain, presumably hiding from the now awoken Naliyah behind him. It took some moments before the High Elf could mentally construct a coherent sentence, having been taken by surprise by the sudden arrival of Serphia. " ... ah... ah, yes, the mission!" Sharon finally answered. "And, as for the human, who's name is Liaena Rune, she is... " Sharon paused for a moment, the High Elf's azure eyes passing by Serphia's hips to focus on the door behind her which had almost gone and buried itself directly into the wall!
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Sinerathin
Sharon Daerin'Lei
Race: High Elf Age: 235 Description: 190 cm tall. Fairly slim figure, and physically fit. By human standards, he appears to be in his 20s. White skin with a slight tanned tone. His eyes are deep arcane blue with a mystical elven magical tint. His hair is blonde and flows to his neck. Usually clean shaved. Biography: A scholar and academic by profession. Sharon was born in Quel'Thalas, where he was raised. He traveled often and visited the human lands of Lordearon and its surrounding kingdoms, and even sometimes the dwarves during his travels. His academic career started in his homeland of Quel'Thalas, but he became closely acquainted to the circles of Dalaran in the human kingdom to the south, where he became a professor and spent his time tutoring students and delving deeper into the mysteries of the arcane arts together with his fellow colleagues. Besides his work in academia, he also lived a materialistic life of extravaganza and debauchery. His life changed with the outbreak of the Third War, as the Scourge lay waste to the great northern kingdoms, including his own Quel'Thalas, turning the continent's most sophisticated civilization into a lifeless graveyard. During the undeath onslaught, with his kingdom shattered and the human and elven armies ruined, Sharon choose to help the human resistance in their struggle for survival and in aiding refugees escape the all consuming legions of the damned, and followed them south. The conflict permanently changed Sharon; the exposure to the sheer horrors and mindless brutality of the Scourge had been a humbling experience and a wakeup call. Having lost his home, and with the vast majority of his friends and family now dead, he devoted much of his time to helping the denizens of Stormwind, and joined the Silver Covenant as he pursued the reconstruction of Dalaran. Even after the the magical city of Dalaran was completed, Sharon choose to remain in Stormwind. Part in due to financial difficulties, and partly because he never could feel quite at home in Dalaran after its first ruination. But even then he often visited the city, to give lectures and share his studies and findings with fellow colleagues, much like he had done before the war.
[ { "text": "Although Liaena looked none too happy about the current situation, Sharon did try to stand as close to her as possible. The ominous silence emanating from the little human girl spoke volumes of her opinion about the current arrangement, enough to give the High Elf a small feeling of guilt towards her.\n\n\"Come on, you can ride with me!\"\n\nRithrynn's enthusiasm on the other hand stood in stark contrast to Liaena. Taking a step up next to Liaena, Sharon motioned towards Rithrynn.\n\n\"That sounds like it would be fun, wouldn't it?\" Sharon carefully suggested to the mute girl, before walking up to the oversized cat that Rithrynn was riding. It was all quite bizarre to Sharon, to see people riding monster-sized felines. It did not help that he had never been much a fan of cats in the first place. \n\nNot because he was afraid of them, but because they were lazy, self serving and assholes. And he liked to think that his house could only hold one lazy asshole, and that was himself.\n\n\"High Elf, do you have a specific point that you want to gather before the assault?\"\n\nSharon, who had been contemplating how to mount the saber without both getting bitten or having to ask Rithrynn for help, suddenly turned to look up at Night Elven captain who was riding an even bigger nightsaber.\n\n\"Yes, actually I do.\" Sharon replied, while moving a hand to the saddle.\n\"Greymoon has a private resort on the top of the harbor, overlooking the entire sea approach. It's empty, but I have the key. So, ugh!\"\n\nThe High Elf struggled for a little bit as he jumped up onto Nisha behind Rithrynn. The main reason was that all of the armor he was wearing was a little cumbersome. The second reason was because even though he had plenty of experience with horses, giant cats was something very new to him!\n\n\"It's in the northernmost part in the cathedral district, just before the archway leading to the stairs going down to the dock.\" \n\nTurning to look down at Liaena, Sharon extended a hand to the human girl, while inadvertently using Rithrynn's shoulder to keep himself in the saddle.\n\n\"That light aide of yours, Liaena; from the Cathedral, did they give you a meeting point?\"", "username": "Sinerathin", "char_name": "Sharon Daerin'Lei" }, { "text": "Liaena had been eying Nisha with a look of combined distrust and malevolence, the big cat cracking its jaws open in a huge uncaring yawn that showed off a highly impressive set of teeth. Upon hearing Sharons words she looked up at him, as her face formed a slight grimace. \"…No. Thea…my contact said she would sort it out, but maybe we need to stop off by the Cathedral or…\"\n\n\"Mistress!\"\n\nSerphia turned, as did Liaena to see one of the Watchers from the gate approach. From one hand there was dangling a boy, looking to be in his early teens, wearing the dull grey tunic and robes that could be identified as Cathedral servants or support staff. Having reached the group, the watcher promptly dropped the boy with a quiet 'splat' onto the slushy ground beneath her, where he landed on his face. \"He was asking to come in, Mistress. Says he has a message for Syn'dials monkey\"\n\n\"Is **that** your help?\" Rithrynn enquired from somewhere over Liaena's head, sounding highly unimpressed with the situation. Liaena chose to ignore her, moving to crouch down gingerly next to the boy in the slush. \"Uh. Hi, Rory. Why are you here?\"\n\n\"Looking for you\" The boy said sullenly as he peeled his face out of the muck of the garden to give her an accusatory look. That expression quickly shifted to one of terrified compliance as Nisha padded over to sniff him, as he looked at Liaena pleadingly. \"…I-I got asked to deliver a message. Nobody mentioned _tigers_\"\n\n\"Well, life's a bitch\" Liaena muttered tetchily, having little patience even to affect sympathy with the clock ticking and success chances slipping away by the moment. \"Where is it?\"\n\n\"…\"\n\nEven in the presence of tigers, thrift apparently won out. The two teens engaged in a staring match for a few moments before Liaena relented and fished in her pocket for a coin. Proffered a small, folded over scrap of paper in return, the girl quickly unfolded it. The brief message read as follows.\n\n_Meet you by the Steps.\nYou suck.\nB_\n\n_\n\"….You must be joking\"_\n\n**\"SYNDIAL!\"** Serphia's voice thundered, sounding deeply unimpressed with the situation. Looking up, Liaena became aware that most of the Night Sabres were already at the gates. Nisha, Rithrynn and Sharon were the only ones remaining, the former bobbing about in impatience to leave having decided that the new arrival didn't smell very delicious. Flapping a hand at Rithrynn in a 'just one moment' fashion, Liaena turned quickly back to the boy. \"Isn't there anything else? Did you speak to Thea? Did you – ooff!\"\n\nAn impatient purple hand had grabbed Liaena by the back of her robes as Nisha gambolled past, slinging her like a sack of potatoes onto the Night Sabre. Liaena found herself clutching onto Sharon for dear life to remain in the saddle after her highly undignified landing, rapidly coming to the conclusion that she would prefer a runaway cab to the up-and-down motion of a big cat any day of the week. \"HEY!\"", "username": "Feychild", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Rithrynn did not pay much attention to the complaints of Liaena as she launched herself and Nisha in a frantic sprint to catch up with Serphia and and the rest of the warband, most of whom had already left the gate.\nThe watcher by the gate merely stood and held the gate open while the large felines and their riders rampaged past her, to the point that they distorted the air enough for her cloak to be wildly flailing around her!\n\n\"What did it say? Are we getting help?\" Rithrynn asked as she rode out through the gate, trying to arch her head around to look back at Liaena.\n\n\"They are idiots!\"\n\n\"Is that a yes?\" Rithrynn inquired as she turned her head to return her focus on the road ahead.\n\n\" ... yes.\" Liaena would finally tetchily answer after a brief silence.\n\n\"Where?\"\n\n\"By the stairs.\"\n\n\"Mistress!\" Rithrynn suddenly shouted as she urged Nisha forward, trying to maneuver her saber between that of her sisters to catch up with Serphia while they charged through the empty streets of night time Stormwind mage district.\n\"Li has someone she has to pick up, it's our reinforcements. Solution to the undead, that sort of important thing!\"\n\nSerphia turned to look back down at Rithrynn who was now riding next to her, then to Sharon and Liaena who were sitting behind her. \n\n\"Where?\"\n\n\"By the steps!\"\n\n\"What steps?\"\n\n\"The ones leading to the dock! ... I think.\"\n\n\"We'll deal with it after we have set up our forward base.\" Serphia replied, and just as she finished, she managed to return her gaze to the road ahead just in time to notice an old woman passing the ice covered road right ahead of them! The woman, who had been slowly crossing the road, turned her head to look at the incoming horde of rampaging nightsabers. And when she spotted them, her jaw dropped as she immediately froze on the spot in fear!\n\nOnly through an emergency maneuver were Serphia and Rithrynn able to pull apart to create a opening around the elderly woman, as the entire warband rode past her on either side!\n\n\"**Watch where you go, stupid monkey!**\"\n\nAlthough the cat-by had only lasted the blink of an eye, the elderly woman still remained petrified on the spot even as all the nightsabers had passed her, still alive and unscathed... at least physically.\n\nThe journey of Serphia's warriors however continued uninterrupted through the somber streets of Stormwind, her sabers being able to easily outrun and outmaneuver any horse on the slippery surface of early spring Stormwind thanks to their big claws that they dug deep down into the ice and snow whenever they made a rapid turn.\nThis was proven as they were chased by two horse mounted city guardsmen through the trade district who apparently had a problem with Serphia's mini rampage through the city and complete disregard for any notion of 'safe riding', traffic rules or just mounted caution in general, but they were unable to keep up with them and soon fell behind.\n\nIt did not take long for the Night Elves to reach the Cathedral district, marked by its white marble houses, hanging banners and high archways. Or essentially just the fact that practically everything was better and wealthier in this district than all of the other districts combined.\n\nRiding into the northermost part of the district as they followed Sharon's directions, Serphia would eventually order her warband to slow down as they adopted a much more reasonable pace while trotting through district. Turning her attention over to Sharon, Liaena and Rithrynn, her eyes would fix themselves on the former.\n\n\"High Elf, come with me. Find me that house. Rithrynn, you take Nisha and pick up whatever aide it is that your monkey is talking about.\"\n\n\"What?!\"\n\n\"Of course, mistress!\"", "username": "Rithy", "char_name": "Rithrynn Syn'Dial" } ]
Any concern he might have had for arriving late had quickly dissipated once the Night Elves had lounged out across the city in their seemingly frantic chase. It was hard to tell if the elves were riding in some form of formation, or if it was more of a race where they competed with each other to get to the Cathedral District first. At least if one were to judge by their wild charge through the city. Any citizen who might look out of their windows as they passed by would be excused for thinking there was an invasion going on! _"At least they make up for what they lack in subtlety by sheer speed."_ Fortunately however, they managed to arrive at the Cathedral district before the number of citizens they had trampled to death had exceeded the number of zero. "Yes, over there. Penance Street 27." Sharon suddenly exclaimed as he pointed past Rithrynn at one of the houses in the white rows surrounded them, positioned at the northern end of the street. "Of course, mistress!" Sharon barely had a time to wedge himself out from between Rithrynn and Liaena to dismount, before Rithrynn had already sprinted off on Nisha with Liaena in tow, barely clinging on! The house in question he had marked for Serphia and her elves looked like a mix between a small church and a mini mansion. On a first glance, it might he bard to tell what exactly it was. That was, until one noticed the lavish curtains and luxurious garden that surrounded its fenced off perimeter. Not as big as Sharon's mansion, but made of much higher quality material, marble, and luxuriously decorated. Passing through the front gate which had been left unlocked, due to the low amount of crime in the particular district, it was only a few strides across the tiled walkway to reach the front door. Fiddling with a key that he produced from his robes, he moved it to the golden lock in which it fit perfectly, and the door opened with a 'click' as he turned the key. As the door slid open, it revealed an abandoned wooden hallway leading into a larger living room with a panorama view across the entire Stormwind harbor. Seeing as the row of houses were built into the very upper fortifications above the harbor, it gave a clear view past the lower rooftops to the dock, as well as the ships, warehouses and the towering fortress at the edge of the harbor, Honor's Watch, whose cannons covered the entire waterway. "Step in, ladies, and make yourselves at home." Sharon bowed graciously as he motioned for Serphia and her sentinels that it was OK to enter. Not that Serphia was really the person to ask or wait for his consent in the first place...
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Sinerathin
Sharon Daerin'Lei
Race: High Elf Age: 235 Description: 190 cm tall. Fairly slim figure, and physically fit. By human standards, he appears to be in his 20s. White skin with a slight tanned tone. His eyes are deep arcane blue with a mystical elven magical tint. His hair is blonde and flows to his neck. Usually clean shaved. Biography: A scholar and academic by profession. Sharon was born in Quel'Thalas, where he was raised. He traveled often and visited the human lands of Lordearon and its surrounding kingdoms, and even sometimes the dwarves during his travels. His academic career started in his homeland of Quel'Thalas, but he became closely acquainted to the circles of Dalaran in the human kingdom to the south, where he became a professor and spent his time tutoring students and delving deeper into the mysteries of the arcane arts together with his fellow colleagues. Besides his work in academia, he also lived a materialistic life of extravaganza and debauchery. His life changed with the outbreak of the Third War, as the Scourge lay waste to the great northern kingdoms, including his own Quel'Thalas, turning the continent's most sophisticated civilization into a lifeless graveyard. During the undeath onslaught, with his kingdom shattered and the human and elven armies ruined, Sharon choose to help the human resistance in their struggle for survival and in aiding refugees escape the all consuming legions of the damned, and followed them south. The conflict permanently changed Sharon; the exposure to the sheer horrors and mindless brutality of the Scourge had been a humbling experience and a wakeup call. Having lost his home, and with the vast majority of his friends and family now dead, he devoted much of his time to helping the denizens of Stormwind, and joined the Silver Covenant as he pursued the reconstruction of Dalaran. Even after the the magical city of Dalaran was completed, Sharon choose to remain in Stormwind. Part in due to financial difficulties, and partly because he never could feel quite at home in Dalaran after its first ruination. But even then he often visited the city, to give lectures and share his studies and findings with fellow colleagues, much like he had done before the war.
[ { "text": "Any concern he might have had for arriving late had quickly dissipated once the Night Elves had lounged out across the city in their seemingly frantic chase. It was hard to tell if the elves were riding in some form of formation, or if it was more of a race where they competed with each other to get to the Cathedral District first.\n\nAt least if one were to judge by their wild charge through the city. Any citizen who might look out of their windows as they passed by would be excused for thinking there was an invasion going on!\n\n_\"At least they make up for what they lack in subtlety by sheer speed.\"_\n\nFortunately however, they managed to arrive at the Cathedral district before the number of citizens they had trampled to death had exceeded the number of zero.\n\n\"Yes, over there. Penance Street 27.\" Sharon suddenly exclaimed as he pointed past Rithrynn at one of the houses in the white rows surrounded them, positioned at the northern end of the street.\n\n\"Of course, mistress!\"\n\nSharon barely had a time to wedge himself out from between Rithrynn and Liaena to dismount, before Rithrynn had already sprinted off on Nisha with Liaena in tow, barely clinging on!\nThe house in question he had marked for Serphia and her elves looked like a mix between a small church and a mini mansion. On a first glance, it might he bard to tell what exactly it was. That was, until one noticed the lavish curtains and luxurious garden that surrounded its fenced off perimeter. Not as big as Sharon's mansion, but made of much higher quality material, marble, and luxuriously decorated.\n\nPassing through the front gate which had been left unlocked, due to the low amount of crime in the particular district, it was only a few strides across the tiled walkway to reach the front door.\n\nFiddling with a key that he produced from his robes, he moved it to the golden lock in which it fit perfectly, and the door opened with a 'click' as he turned the key. As the door slid open, it revealed an abandoned wooden hallway leading into a larger living room with a panorama view across the entire Stormwind harbor. Seeing as the row of houses were built into the very upper fortifications above the harbor, it gave a clear view past the lower rooftops to the dock, as well as the ships, warehouses and the towering fortress at the edge of the harbor, Honor's Watch, whose cannons covered the entire waterway. \n\n\"Step in, ladies, and make yourselves at home.\" Sharon bowed graciously as he motioned for Serphia and her sentinels that it was OK to enter. Not that Serphia was really the person to ask or wait for his consent in the first place...", "username": "Sinerathin", "char_name": "Sharon Daerin'Lei" }, { "text": "\"Li! Where're we going!?\"\n\n\"The steps! I said!\" Liaena peeled her face out of Rithrynn's cloak, exposing her face to the blast of cold night air just long enough to shout back. \"Where we were after the Falere thing! Yesterday!\"\n\n\"Ohh, Right\"\n\nA few terrified evening strollers, several hairpin bends that nearly sent Liaena flying off Nisha and a mad dash later and the big cat screeched to a halt by the archway that led to the huge flight of marble steps that led down to the most affluent end of Stormwind Harbour. The place where the vast battleships and vessels of lords docked, with the simple trading ships and even fishing boats secreted away down the other end. \n\n\"Okay. Just…just give me a second, would you?\" was all Liaena could manage after the whirlwind ride, sliding off Nisha to step towards the archway. As she approached, Rithrynn slowly moving up behind her, a figure stepped out of the shadows to fold her arms and give her an extremely unimpressed look. Liaena returned it in kind as she glowered at the other dark haired girl. \"Is this all? What's is wrong with Thea!?\"\n\n\"Is **that **all!?\" Bella fired back immediately, glancing over Liaena's shoulder at Rithrynn before she gave the former an extremely worried look. \"**one** Night Elf!? I thought you said you had a horde!\"\n\n\"I do. You've got no idea what you're getting into!\" Liaena hissed furiously. Glancing back at Rithrynn, she flapped a hand at her in a quick 'stay back' motion as she turned to her peer again. Not, she belatedly realised, would it do any good, with the fabled Night Elf hearing active. \"Get out of here! Go and tell Thea to send someone more useful this time!\"\n\n\"Oh. Oh _thanks_, Liaena\" Bella took a step back, to place her hands on her hips and narrow her eyes down at the shorter girl. \"I'm _so_ sorry I'm risking my career to save Lennox's useless ass. If you wanted someone better, maybe she should try and be more popular next time\"\n\n\"Would you two _stop it_—\" The third human in the rapidly developing brawl interjected angrily. This individual was a tall, slightly lanky looking man in priest robes, with an age that clearly outstripped Liaena and her ike, but nowhere near enough to be viewed as 'mature' in the eyes in the church white and greybeards. \n\nHe was also completely ignored by Liaena, who had turned an angry shade of scarlet at Bella's comment. \"So why'd you come then Bella!? Don't tell me you'd actually started to care about anything. It'd be a first\"\n\n\"I came because Thea guilt-tripped me! And reasons!\" Bella spat back. Cocking her head on one side, a nasty thought clearly occurred to her with a nasty smile. \"But why don't you just go by yourself, Li. It couldn't be the Light's not with you?\"\n\n\"Stop—\"\n\n**-BAM-**\n\nLiaena's fist caught Bella squarely in the nose, who looked shocked for a second before delivering a slap across the face back. A moment later, the 'rescue mission' had devolved into two girls engaging in a full-on cat-fight, with a wandering guard on the other side of the road clearly wondering if it was worth his while to break up the party.", "username": "Feychild", "char_name": null }, { "text": "From atop of her nightsaber, Rithrynn eyed the two human girls as they went at each other with all the fury and bitchy-ness they could muster. The Night Elf had originally carried an expression of surprise, but it had soon turned into a more curios and amused stare as she watched the 'fight' between the human girls, which consisted more of wild flailing, slapping, shrieks and hair-pulling.\n\n\"You-BITCH!\"\n\n*BLAM*\n\n\" ... you vile mouthed cow!\"\n\n\"Owwww, let go! Let go!\"\n\nOn the other side, opposite the fight of Rithrynn was the younger human priest, looking as confused as he was uncomfortable standing next to the fighting girls!\n\n\"No, girls, p-please. S-s-stop!\" He stammered, his arms flailing around before him as he seemed completely unsure what to do!\n\"The l-light teaches p-peace! To love thy neighbor, family and friends! That when struck, to turn the other cheek... \"\n\n*BAM*\n\n\" ... instead of striking back.\"\n\nThe boy's skin was about to become pale as that of a ghost when the girls were suddenly pulled away from each other, and hoisted up into the air by Rithrynn who had dismounted from Nisha. The nightsaber in question was standing behind her, sniffing curiously at Bella's cloak as if it smelled of fish and potential food. \n\nHolding Liaena and Bella in each hand, away from one another, Rithrynn's silvery eyes shifted between the two girls with an amused grin; both of whom were still flailing their arms and legs wildly around in the air as they tried to reach the other in vain.\n\n\"If you really have so much pent up tension for one another, why not just kiss now and get it over with? We have a mission, and no time to rent a private bed for you two!\"\n\n*\n\n\"Step in, ladies, and make yourselves at home.\"\n\nSerphia did not answer the hospitality of the High Elf at first, let alone even acknowledge it as she walked past him and gazed out across the living room.\n\nHer sentinels followed shortly behind her, happy to get out of the cold outside for what little time they had before the mission would start. Behind them followed their nightsabers, all of whom went on to assault and tear up one of the guestrooms of which one of the sentinels had opened the door to. \n\n\"This will be a good forward base of operation.\" Serphia commented dryly as she finished observing the room, to look down at the High Elf with a small smile.\n\"And the added luxury won't hurt. I am starting to wonder whether your kind practically shits gold, Quel'dorei.\"", "username": "Rithy", "char_name": "Rithrynn Syn'Dial" } ]
"It's not that hard, actually." Sharon pulled on his shoulder as he gazed back up at Serphia following her comment about the High Elves' remarkable ability to generate gold in general. "All you need is a simple understanding of basic economics, coupled with a skillset that can be commercialized and an adventurous spirit; with some good social graces sprinkled on top." Sharon explained in a peaceful manner as he began to walk towards the center of the living room. "You would be surprised how many people actually lack basic social intelligence and general humility. It has ruined the ventures of many skilled merchants and capitalists." Sharon commented with a smile, looking at nobody in particular as he talked to Serphia. Looking out across the wide window and down towards the harbor, Sharon could see that the sun had almost disappeared completely in the horizon. The red hue and weak light of dusk was soon to give way to the encroaching darkness of the night, as the light had already retracted itself from many yards and alleys down among the docks. From the window, Sharon could see many dockworkers and sailors already on their way home, or to the nearest tavern. Indeed, while the lights from the various different warehouses and administration buildings slowly died out, a few of the more popular taverns and inns by the docks began to light up as the various sailors, dockworkers, administrators and navymen went to look for drinks. "As you can see, Honor's Watch is still under construction. It is not complete yet." Sharon commented as he pointed down towards the imposing fortress that loomed over the harbor from its tall reef. Some of its towers, as well as the main stone buildings were still incomplete, with scaffolding and wooden support structures adorning the sides and tops of some of the fortifications. "That means that beyond the garrison's own soldiers and personnel, we still have to avoid detection by potential night shift workers." Sharon explained, before turning to give Serphia a sharper stare. "And I would prefer if you did not kill any of them. They are just simple contractors, most with family, and do not deserve to die for whatever crimes the White Hand might have on their hands. I do not want our rescue operation turning into a bloodbath." The High Elf knew all too well that however skilled and experienced Serphia and her warriors might have been, concepts such as mercy or even basic rules of engagement might be all but alien to them. It was after all understandable, given the fact that they spent so much time in the forests, where there were no rules. But Sharon would prefer if the cruel rules of nature remained in nature, and were not brought to the city of Stormwind.
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Sharon Daerin'Lei
Race: High Elf Age: 235 Description: 190 cm tall. Fairly slim figure, and physically fit. By human standards, he appears to be in his 20s. White skin with a slight tanned tone. His eyes are deep arcane blue with a mystical elven magical tint. His hair is blonde and flows to his neck. Usually clean shaved. Biography: A scholar and academic by profession. Sharon was born in Quel'Thalas, where he was raised. He traveled often and visited the human lands of Lordearon and its surrounding kingdoms, and even sometimes the dwarves during his travels. His academic career started in his homeland of Quel'Thalas, but he became closely acquainted to the circles of Dalaran in the human kingdom to the south, where he became a professor and spent his time tutoring students and delving deeper into the mysteries of the arcane arts together with his fellow colleagues. Besides his work in academia, he also lived a materialistic life of extravaganza and debauchery. His life changed with the outbreak of the Third War, as the Scourge lay waste to the great northern kingdoms, including his own Quel'Thalas, turning the continent's most sophisticated civilization into a lifeless graveyard. During the undeath onslaught, with his kingdom shattered and the human and elven armies ruined, Sharon choose to help the human resistance in their struggle for survival and in aiding refugees escape the all consuming legions of the damned, and followed them south. The conflict permanently changed Sharon; the exposure to the sheer horrors and mindless brutality of the Scourge had been a humbling experience and a wakeup call. Having lost his home, and with the vast majority of his friends and family now dead, he devoted much of his time to helping the denizens of Stormwind, and joined the Silver Covenant as he pursued the reconstruction of Dalaran. Even after the the magical city of Dalaran was completed, Sharon choose to remain in Stormwind. Part in due to financial difficulties, and partly because he never could feel quite at home in Dalaran after its first ruination. But even then he often visited the city, to give lectures and share his studies and findings with fellow colleagues, much like he had done before the war.
[ { "text": "\"Well... \" Sharon said, biting his lower lips as he eyed the castle.\n\"I have a general clue.\"\n\n\"A 'general' clue?\" Came the immediate response for the towering Night Elf next to him as Serphia's eyes narrowed down on him. Pulling on his collar a little bit, he gazed back up at her.\n\n\"Dungeons, and any prisoners held within them; tend to be located at the base of most castles and citadels.\" Sharon reasoned, channeling the unimpressive architect within himself. Raising an arm, he pointed down at the reef that the castle was situated on top of.\n\"It would not surprise me if they had corridors running down through the reef itself. I see no elevators leading down to their sea entrance, for instance. That means it has to be some kind of system of tunnels to transport goods and personnel from the bottom to the top.\"\n\nSharon said as he pointed down at the large cove entrance at the toe of the reef, pointing out towards the seaway. He had seen at least one smaller merchant ship enter through that seaway, which convinced him that there must some kind of smaller dock or harbor inside the very reef itself.\n\nAlthough he couldn't help himself but think what poor impression all his assumptions and speculation made on Serphia. The lack of hard facts probably didn't help her confidence in his plan.\n\n--------------------------------------------\n\nOn the outside of Penance Street 27, a taller, slender figure appeared from the shadows of one of the alleyways. Eyes scanning the row of houses from beneath a large, black leather hat, the woman's eyes remained on Greymoon's resort, which was by far the most luxurious of all the already impressive houses on Penance street.\n\nThe woman was wearing a long black leather coat, concealing her lower body. Slowly making her way towards the entrance to the garden, she suddenly paused.\n\n\"Hey! Lassie! Do ye kno where Penance street 23 is?!\" Sounded the groggy voice of a dwarf that came walking up behind her. The dwarf in question was none other than \"Smokey\" Bart Khel, the dwarven demolitions 'expert'. The dwarf carried a deep brown hair, although was completely bald on top of his head, and his beard played host to remnants of what looked like at least three different dinners that the dwarf had enjoyed. Smokey was wearing no more than a simple linen cloak and canvas pants, with a checkered woolen shirt. However, over his clothes he carried at least four different satchels strapped to a leather raiment over his torso, with a heavy backpack on his back. Although said containers were closed, it was still possible to see the occasional butt of a dynamite sticking out through the various containers to hint at his explosive cargo. And in his hands, he held a large, smooth-bore musket.\n\n\"I'm looking for some fancy fella named Sharon Dei-something. He lives around here.\"\n\nAt first, the woman did not answer the dwarf; merely staring at him with two deep blue eyes from beneath her hat. But eventually, she tilted her head slightly to the side, revealing her brown hair.\n\n\"If you would but look up, you would see that this is Penance Street 27, not 23. And Sharon is here.\"\n\n\"Oh? Really! I thought for sure it was... waitt'a, you're 'ere to meet the elf too?\" Smokey suddenly exclaimed, increasing his grip around his smoothbore musket.\n\"Yer' no poncy Night Elf! Are ye tryin' tha steal me contract?!\"\n\nSmokey had begun to raise the bore of his musket up towards the woman, only to halt when she immediately produced a smaller and loaded crossbow from her coat which she pointed right down at the dwarf.\n\n\"Don't.\"\n\n\"What's going on here?!\" Sounded the voice of Fran, the gold bearded and red caped dwarf appearing behind the couple. Fran barely had time to look at both of them before he suddenly found himself the target of both the woman's crossbow as well as Smokey's musket, all of which were aimed at the confused Red Vanguard.\n\n\"Fran? The bloody hell are you doing here?\" Smokey exclaimed!\n\n\"Bart? Me ancestors... aren't you with the White Hand? What are ye doing here?\" Fran asked, hands raised.\n\n\"They skipped their last payment. I'm getting a new job!\"\n\n\"Then what are... \"\n\nBut Fran did not have time to ask his question as the attention of both Smokey and the mysterious woman immediately turned to the noise of a nightsaber rapidly approaching them at the gate!", "username": "Sinerathin", "char_name": "Sharon Daerin'Lei" }, { "text": "\"This – is not – the best way to travel!\" Liaena hissed back, clinging on like a limpet to Rithrynn's arm. A horse, or perhaps even a carriage would suit her better, any day of the week. There at least she had control over the vehicle, as opposed to being bundled around like a piece of luggage. \n\nShe might have complained more if it were not for the presence of Bella in the immediate vicinity, conspicuously very much enjoying the ride with far more style than she was herself. \"This is amaaaazing! Why don't we have these things!?\"\n\n\"Would you please put your hands down!?\"\n\nWith a final snarl, Nisha screeched to a halt outside Graymoons mansion as she plonked her arse down into the slush sharply. Liaena was saved from going flying by Rithrynn, poised expertly in her seat, while Bella and Liam barely avoided going flying over the Night Elfs head; a move that would have resulted in them impacting the gate with some considerable velocity. \n\n\"I swear to the Light, I am not riding this thing on the way back. I'd sooner have to outrun Sherpa's forces\"\n\nLiaena climbed out of the saddle with not a small amount of grump, a mood only marginally lessened by the admittedly extreme swiftness in which they had made the journey. Landing on her feet in the slush, she turned around to be confronted by three extra individuals to their party, two of which she recognised, one of which she did not. \n\n\"YOU!\"\n\nSmokey roared as he brought his musket around, before coughing and glancing at the mansion as he made a big show of pointing it at the ground again, occasionally shooting death glares at Liaena. \"…Yer lucky I be working for dat fella of yours, ya wee rat. But there will be a reckonin', ho yes. There will be…\"\n\nLiaena blinked, before coughing slightly as she made a big show of inspecting Smokey closely. \"…Oh, I'm sorry, have we met before? Hi Fran\"\n\n\"Evenin' Lass\" Fran responded in a trace of amusement in his tone, torn between confusion at the situation and relief that at least one of the weapons that had been pointed at him, now was not. \"Did yeh get tha' backup you wanted?\"\n\n\"Eh…\" Liaena said vaguely, glancing over her shoulder. Bella was still cooing over Nisha as Rithrynn dragged open the gate, Liam having immediately put several meters between himself and the big cat the moment his feet touched the ground. Regardless of her feelings on the matter, the girl was inclined to feel that disavowing her companions would cause far more trouble than not. \"….sorta\"\n\nAt that, she turned to the final person waiting at the gate, the woman she had failed to recognise. Liaena eyed her with frank suspicion as she stepped through the gate to head towards the house. \"Do I know you?\"", "username": "Feychild", "char_name": null }, { "text": "\"You remind me more of a philosopher, High Elf.\" Serphia commented dryly as she gazed down at Sharon.\n\"All pure logic and models of reasoning, but absent physical realities.\"\n\nSerphia was not about to comment on the High Elf's knowledge of human architecture, given that however abysmal it might possibly have been, her own understanding of monkey constructs would hardly be any more epic.\n\n\"Mistress, Sister Syn'Dial has returned! And she brought a lot of company?\"\n\nTurning around, Serphia's eyes narrowed on the sentinel that had just run into the living room and was currently pointing at the front door.\n\n\"How much aide was that human church supposed to send exactly?\"\n\n\"There's six people with her. Her black haired midget pet is one of them.\"\n\n\"I see. Let's go and say hello. I would hate for this... brother of yours, to surprise us in a preemptive strike.\" Serphia said as she looked back down at Sharon with a slight smile, before the towering Night Elven Captain trailed through the room to head towards the corridor to the front door; moving a hand to the handle of one of her swords as she passed out of the room.\n\nOn the outside, Rithrynn had just managed to herd Nisha through the front gate; with Bella close in tow, excessively patting and cuddling with Nisha as if it had been a simple house-cat, not a battle-cat. The nightsaber in particular seemed conflicted about the whole ordeal. On one side, she enjoyed the great attention and cuddling she was receiving from Bella, but then again, Bella was not anywhere near as big or menacing as that of a Night Elf. But should that pose a problem?\n\nAs they walked towards the front door, it suddenly swung open as Serphia appeared in the doorway, an armed sentinel at each of her side. And if one were to look up, one would see that a third sentinel had already positioned herself on top of the balcony, bow in hand as she looked down at them.\n\nWhatever calm or soft demeanor Serphia had possessed inside Greymoon's little mansion had long since dissipated, to give way for a much darker, more intimidating stare as she looked down at the newcomers.\n\n\"I want names, and I want purpose!\" Serphia was quick to demand, as her silvery eyes glowered across the group.\n\n\"I'm Ri,-\"\n\n\"Not you, idiot!\" Serphia was quick to interrupt Rithrynn as the sentinel had been about to speak, her eyes quickly returning to the rest of the strangers.\n\n\"I know less than half of you, and it's making me uncomfortable!\"", "username": "Rithy", "char_name": "Rithrynn Syn'Dial" } ]
"Do I know you?" Sensing no danger, the woman retracted her crossbow back beneath her coat when Liaena asked. Turning her head to look down at the slightly shorter, black haired girl, she simply stared at her for a moment. "No. You don't." The coated woman answered with a disaffected voice, gazing down at Liaena with a neutral expression. But even though her face was unmoving, her blue eyes were much more alive; looking like they were scanning every single part of Liaena's body with deadly curiosity. But it was a brief curiosity, as the woman turned her head around to look towards the front door, having seemingly lost any interest in Liaena already. That was when the door of the house opened, and the towering presence of Serphia then loomed over them like a dark cloud! Fran and Smokey immediately stopped when they saw the big Night Elf, with Smokey instinctively reaching down with a hand to protect his groin. "Do not worry, they are friends." Sharon's voice suddenly sounded behind Serphia, as the High Elf squeezed himself out between Serphia and one of her sentinels as they almost blocked off the doorway completely. Walking out into the garden, Sharon's eyes quickly fell on Fran. "This is Fran, a man who's hatred of the White Hand almost matches that of my love, Liaena Rune. And this is... " Turning to Smokey, Sharon hesitated for a moment. "Bart Khel, a... recent associate of mine. Qualified Dwarven demolition expert, assured to solve any physical obstructions that we might encounter." Finally, Sharon's eyes dawned on the quiet woman standing next to Liaena, who in return gazed at him from beneath her heavy leather hat. "And this is Specialist De'Roje Alissah, who... " "Could you please speak any louder, Sharon? I'm afraid that child can only hear half of what you are saying." The woman, supposedly named Alissah, said with a slightly irritated tone as she raised a hand to point with her thumb over her shoulder at one of the windows of the house on the opposite end of the street, in which one of the windows featured the face of a very curious blond haired kid glued to the frame, barely above seven, who stared down at the strange congregation that had gathered outside of Greymoon's house. " ... please?" "Ahem, yes, duly noted... " Sharon replied, slightly pulling in the metal collar of his breastplate before he turned to Serphia. "Let's continue inside, shall we?" The High Elf suggested, raising his arms to slightly push Serphia and the sentinel next to her back inside of the corridor, while secretly praying that she wouldn't kick him right out of the house. Serphia was just the kind of person that he imagined wouldn't be too averted to potentially occupying a house simply because she could. Indeed, he wasn't even sure if he could ever remove her warband from his own house without her own consent.
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Sharon Daerin'Lei
Race: High Elf Age: 235 Description: 190 cm tall. Fairly slim figure, and physically fit. By human standards, he appears to be in his 20s. White skin with a slight tanned tone. His eyes are deep arcane blue with a mystical elven magical tint. His hair is blonde and flows to his neck. Usually clean shaved. Biography: A scholar and academic by profession. Sharon was born in Quel'Thalas, where he was raised. He traveled often and visited the human lands of Lordearon and its surrounding kingdoms, and even sometimes the dwarves during his travels. His academic career started in his homeland of Quel'Thalas, but he became closely acquainted to the circles of Dalaran in the human kingdom to the south, where he became a professor and spent his time tutoring students and delving deeper into the mysteries of the arcane arts together with his fellow colleagues. Besides his work in academia, he also lived a materialistic life of extravaganza and debauchery. His life changed with the outbreak of the Third War, as the Scourge lay waste to the great northern kingdoms, including his own Quel'Thalas, turning the continent's most sophisticated civilization into a lifeless graveyard. During the undeath onslaught, with his kingdom shattered and the human and elven armies ruined, Sharon choose to help the human resistance in their struggle for survival and in aiding refugees escape the all consuming legions of the damned, and followed them south. The conflict permanently changed Sharon; the exposure to the sheer horrors and mindless brutality of the Scourge had been a humbling experience and a wakeup call. Having lost his home, and with the vast majority of his friends and family now dead, he devoted much of his time to helping the denizens of Stormwind, and joined the Silver Covenant as he pursued the reconstruction of Dalaran. Even after the the magical city of Dalaran was completed, Sharon choose to remain in Stormwind. Part in due to financial difficulties, and partly because he never could feel quite at home in Dalaran after its first ruination. But even then he often visited the city, to give lectures and share his studies and findings with fellow colleagues, much like he had done before the war.
[ { "text": "Liaena eyed the woman with slightly baleful intent as the latter immediately followed Sharon into the building, the younger girl trailing them both. It had taken about a minute of sharing the same air space with Specialist De'Roje Alissah for Liaena to decide that she didn't like her. \n\n\"…Hey Li\" Bella, having finally released Nisha (who looked a bit put out with a grumble) sidled up to Liaena to whisper to her. Not that whispering would do any good at all given their present company of course, in a house full of Night Elves. Rithrynn in particular was walking quite close to them both. \"…is that your boyfriend? Really?\"\n\nEven under the circumstances, Liaena couldn't help but feel more than a little smug at the astonishment in her peers tone, straightening her back slightly as she walked. \"Yes.\"\n\n\"….\"\n\n\"…..sooo, what did you use on him?\"\n\n\"what?\" the girl muttered as she gave Bella an odd look, only to see her waggling her eyes brows as she gave Liaena's satchel a meaningful stare. \"…I did not. Use anything. On him.\"\n\n\"Suuure\"\n\nLiaena ground her teeth at the blatant sarcasm as she rounded on Bella, extremely sensitive of their proximity to Alissah, Sharon, Rithrynn and any other Night Elf in the house who bothered to care. \"For Light's sake, how old are you? We've got a job to do, in case you'd forgotten!\"\n\n\"Yes, quite\" Liam remarked sharply from her other side, making it fairly blatant just how not-subtle their part whispered, part hissed conversation had been. \"For once we're in agreement, so focus, Silva\"\n\n\"…Oh come on, there's nothing even happening yet…\"\n\nAfter shooting a slightly surprised glance at Priest Gray as he took her side, Liaena darted forward to leave a quietly grousing Bella behind and circumvent Alissah to fall into step at Sharon's side. Still with slightly flushed cheeks, she shot him an apologetic look as he looked down at her, before querying the numbers of people walking behind them with her eyes. \"Ah…are we waiting for anyone else?\"", "username": "Feychild", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Noticing Liaena as the smaller girl scurried up beside him as they entered the living room, Sharon threw her a soft smile.\n\n\"No, with the arrival of the two mercs, I believe all of us should be accounted for.\" Sharon answered as he approached the table in the center of the room, where a large map that spanned the entire width of the table lay. The map seemed to be the blueprints of the ramparts of the castle, Honor's Watch, giving a hand written aerial view-illustration of the top of the castle.\n\n\"Thanks to the help of Greymoon, I was able to requisition an old blueprint of the design of the castle that we are about to infiltrate.\" Sharon explained as he stopped next to the table.\n\"Unfortunately, this is not an up-to-date version, and there may be slight modifications in the actual fortifications.\"\n\nSharon motioned through the window, down at Honor's Watch which rested on its reef by the end of the harbor, looking quite peaceful and serene under moonlight.\n\n\"Fran, is everything set?\" The High Elf then asked, his attention turning to Fran who was standing with the rest of the crowd that had gathered in the living room.\n\n\"Aye! We've got a mob of more than 100 well soaked, strong lads back at the alehouse, none of whom hold any great love for the bloody lillies. Soon we'll rally them, and then we'll trash their stupid offices in the Cathedral District!\"\n\nNodding, Sharon turned to look at the rest of the group as he pointed with an arm to Fran.\n\n\"Indeed. As you may have heard, the Red Vanguard will provide the distraction while we infiltrate the fort. With any lucky, it will draw both the attention and a lot of White Hand mercenaries away from Honor's Watch while we search for Kathlin Lennox.\" Sharon smiled, the High Elf looking genuinely excited for the mission. He had been cramped up in his office for too long, and the thought of finally being able to throw himself into harms way in what would hopefully be an action-filled rescue mission made his adventurer blood tingle.\n\n\"As for the infiltration, we will launch a two-pronged entrance to the fort, divided into two groups, lead by,-\" Sharon suddenly paused for a moment, noticing the absolutely vile look that he was receiving from Serphia, and quickly readjusted his words.\n\" ... centered around me and Liaena. Group one will be me, the Night Elves, Khel and Alissah. This will be the group that approaches from the sea, using the side of the reef to climb to the lowermost section of the fortifications. But we need at least one light wielder in each group. Liaena, how do you intend to deploy the church's finest on this mission?\"\n\nSharon asked at the end with a slightly amused tone, as his eyes drifted towards Priest Gray and Apprentice Bella.", "username": "Sinerathin", "char_name": "Sharon Daerin'Lei" }, { "text": "Serphia gained a small, satisifed smile as Sharon was soon to correct himself in his speech. The Night Elves had split out into a half circle around the table, although a lot of their eyes were focusing on the five newcomers, in particular the dwarf who was openly carrying a bag of explosives, and the much reserved figure of Alissah, both of whom received many suspicious glares.\n\n\"Wait, Li is going to lead her own group?\" Rithrynn suddenly asked, her eyes jumping quizzically between Sharon and Liaena.\n\" ... does she even know how to climb?\"\n\n\" ... \"\n\n\"I mean, agility is not her strong suit!\"\n\nSerphia gazed down at Rithrynn, the Captain standing next to the Sentinel, but made no visible effort to intrude on Rithrynn's sudden commentary. Instead, the Captain turned her attention towards the non-Night Elves in the room, giving them a narrow glare.\n\n\"I believe that one of my warriors touches on a very important detail. How many in this room can actually scale those walls?\" \n\nSerphia asked as she pointed out through the window, down at the harrowing sight of the steep, black stone walls on the side of the reef that Honor's Watch was situated on.\n\nIt was quite obvious, even from kilometers away, that the sides of the reef were not suitable for first-grade climbers. Or second. Or third!\nPerhaps fourth-grade climbers could stand a chance, assuming they didn't mind a high probability of death by 'squish' caused by gravity.\n\n\"If you were hoping that we will just open the front gate once inside, you are wrong.\"", "username": "Rithy", "char_name": "Rithrynn Syn'Dial" }, { "text": "Liaena gave Rithrynn a sidelong dark glare as the Night Elf butted in to discuss her wall-climbing expertise in front of the room full of observers. Coughing slightly to insert herself into the conversation as Serphia finished, she stepped forward to the table. \"I won't be climbing the wall. I'll be going in by air, with….\"\n\nHere Liaena turned slightly, to study askance the two she had brought with her. When choosing, it was a close run race between who she least wanted to associate herself with, who would actually be the most useful….and whose grief with her plan would provide the most schadenfreude \"….Bella\"\n\n\"What!?\" Bella protested in surprise. A quick glance around the table she was standing at clearly proved that everyone else standing there had already been selected by Sharon for Team A, with the sole exception of herself, Liam and Liaena. \"I don't want to go with you! I'll go in with the Night Elves. Pick Liam\"\n\n\"You're too fat for them to carry you, sorry\" Liaena snapped back, before returning to looking around the room. \"We'll be creating a distraction inside the castle to draw people away from the side you lot will be getting in from. I'll make sure that they're all looking the other way\"\n\n\"Then I'll be going in with the Night Elves\" Liam observed, standing slightly away from the table at the window to look down at the castle below. Turning back to the group, his already pale skin had lightened even further to a milky grey, however he noticeably stiffened his back and his jaw as he looked up at Serphia. \"I…may require some assistance with the climb, Ma'am\"\n\n\"Oh, they'll carry you like a piece of luggage\" Liaena observed, with the caustic tone of one who had been subjected to luggagedom on many, many occasions in the past. The girl rummaged in her satchel for a moment – provoking many knee-jerk manoeuvres from Night Elves who swung around to train weapons on her – to produce a large clear bottle full of some white opaque liquid that strongly resembled milk to place it on the table. \n\n\"…..\"\n\n\"What's that?\" Serphia asked coldly after a pause, where no explanation was immediately forthcoming. \n\n\"An antidote\" \n\n\"…You have those!?\"\n\n\"I have been known to bother on occasion, yes\" Liaena remarked dryly to Rithrynn, as the one who had asked the incredulous question. The girl eyed the potion sitting on top of the table, before pointing a finger at it. \"Everyone who is going in, needs to take some of that. I'm going to be using some stuff that'll give the Hand some serious problems, and the last thing I need is you lot getting caught up in it too. Is that clear?\"", "username": "Feychild", "char_name": null } ]
"The cliff-sides will not be an obstacle." Alissah commented dryly as she observed them from the corner of the room. Smokey, who was the one standing the closest to the enigmatic women, jerked on his shoulder before producing an odd wooden contraption featuring two pedal like levers on each side. "If ye would but carry a rope up with ye, it won't be an issue for me either." Smokey commented with a large smile as he held the contraption and a bundle of rope up to the stoic Alissah. "Of all here, I've probably got the biggest load to carry." The woman merely stared down at the rugged dwarf in return, her grey eyes narrowing as she observed the dwarf. Not receiving any answers, Smokey raised an arm. "Come on, lass; it's no big deal! I had better teamplayers in my last outfit, and they were all idiots!" Smokey began to complain, the dwarf raising the volume of his voice! Simply continuing to stare back at him for a moment, Alissah eventually extended a hand out from her coat to accept the rope. "Very well, dwarf... " Having observed the quarreling duo that was supposed to be his hired aide resolve their conflict on their own, Sharon returned his attention to Liaena and the Sentinels. Perhaps the first thing he noticed was the absolute suspicion that penetrated the eyes of the Night Elves as they stared down at the antitode that had been produced by Liaena as if it had been poison! Deciding to step in before any exaggerated accusations of conspiracy or trickery could be levied against Liaena by the zealous elves, Sharon picked up the bottle for all the Night Elves to see as he turned to Serphia. "Once we leave for the castle, I will take the first sip. Do not worry, the contents are entirely safe." Sharon assured the Night Elves, hosting his best smile while hoping that his confidence in Liaena would rub off on the Night Elves. "Then we each have our purpose. Liaena will take Bella with her through her airborne entry, while I will accompany Serphia's elves, Liam and our mercs on the climb." Sharon explained to the rest of the group, before turning to look back at Serphia. "I am no seasoned climber I'm afraid. But I can shrink myself down and accompany you that way." Sharon proposed, albeit a little bit hesitantly. Perhaps when it came to the risks of shrinking oneself around Night Elves, no one knew it better than Sharon; thanks in no small part to Rithrynn. He doubted he'd get Serphia to carry both a full sized Liam and Sharon, with all his fancy armor and gear. However, it was a compromise that he was willing to make. "What's the worst that could happne?"
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Sinerathin
Sharon Daerin'Lei
Race: High Elf Age: 235 Description: 190 cm tall. Fairly slim figure, and physically fit. By human standards, he appears to be in his 20s. White skin with a slight tanned tone. His eyes are deep arcane blue with a mystical elven magical tint. His hair is blonde and flows to his neck. Usually clean shaved. Biography: A scholar and academic by profession. Sharon was born in Quel'Thalas, where he was raised. He traveled often and visited the human lands of Lordearon and its surrounding kingdoms, and even sometimes the dwarves during his travels. His academic career started in his homeland of Quel'Thalas, but he became closely acquainted to the circles of Dalaran in the human kingdom to the south, where he became a professor and spent his time tutoring students and delving deeper into the mysteries of the arcane arts together with his fellow colleagues. Besides his work in academia, he also lived a materialistic life of extravaganza and debauchery. His life changed with the outbreak of the Third War, as the Scourge lay waste to the great northern kingdoms, including his own Quel'Thalas, turning the continent's most sophisticated civilization into a lifeless graveyard. During the undeath onslaught, with his kingdom shattered and the human and elven armies ruined, Sharon choose to help the human resistance in their struggle for survival and in aiding refugees escape the all consuming legions of the damned, and followed them south. The conflict permanently changed Sharon; the exposure to the sheer horrors and mindless brutality of the Scourge had been a humbling experience and a wakeup call. Having lost his home, and with the vast majority of his friends and family now dead, he devoted much of his time to helping the denizens of Stormwind, and joined the Silver Covenant as he pursued the reconstruction of Dalaran. Even after the the magical city of Dalaran was completed, Sharon choose to remain in Stormwind. Part in due to financial difficulties, and partly because he never could feel quite at home in Dalaran after its first ruination. But even then he often visited the city, to give lectures and share his studies and findings with fellow colleagues, much like he had done before the war.
[ { "text": "Liaena gave Rithrynn a sidelong dark glare as the Night Elf butted in to discuss her wall-climbing expertise in front of the room full of observers. Coughing slightly to insert herself into the conversation as Serphia finished, she stepped forward to the table. \"I won't be climbing the wall. I'll be going in by air, with….\"\n\nHere Liaena turned slightly, to study askance the two she had brought with her. When choosing, it was a close run race between who she least wanted to associate herself with, who would actually be the most useful….and whose grief with her plan would provide the most schadenfreude \"….Bella\"\n\n\"What!?\" Bella protested in surprise. A quick glance around the table she was standing at clearly proved that everyone else standing there had already been selected by Sharon for Team A, with the sole exception of herself, Liam and Liaena. \"I don't want to go with you! I'll go in with the Night Elves. Pick Liam\"\n\n\"You're too fat for them to carry you, sorry\" Liaena snapped back, before returning to looking around the room. \"We'll be creating a distraction inside the castle to draw people away from the side you lot will be getting in from. I'll make sure that they're all looking the other way\"\n\n\"Then I'll be going in with the Night Elves\" Liam observed, standing slightly away from the table at the window to look down at the castle below. Turning back to the group, his already pale skin had lightened even further to a milky grey, however he noticeably stiffened his back and his jaw as he looked up at Serphia. \"I…may require some assistance with the climb, Ma'am\"\n\n\"Oh, they'll carry you like a piece of luggage\" Liaena observed, with the caustic tone of one who had been subjected to luggagedom on many, many occasions in the past. The girl rummaged in her satchel for a moment – provoking many knee-jerk manoeuvres from Night Elves who swung around to train weapons on her – to produce a large clear bottle full of some white opaque liquid that strongly resembled milk to place it on the table. \n\n\"…..\"\n\n\"What's that?\" Serphia asked coldly after a pause, where no explanation was immediately forthcoming. \n\n\"An antidote\" \n\n\"…You have those!?\"\n\n\"I have been known to bother on occasion, yes\" Liaena remarked dryly to Rithrynn, as the one who had asked the incredulous question. The girl eyed the potion sitting on top of the table, before pointing a finger at it. \"Everyone who is going in, needs to take some of that. I'm going to be using some stuff that'll give the Hand some serious problems, and the last thing I need is you lot getting caught up in it too. Is that clear?\"", "username": "Feychild", "char_name": null }, { "text": "\"The cliff-sides will not be an obstacle.\" Alissah commented dryly as she observed them from the corner of the room. Smokey, who was the one standing the closest to the enigmatic women, jerked on his shoulder before producing an odd wooden contraption featuring two pedal like levers on each side.\n\n\"If ye would but carry a rope up with ye, it won't be an issue for me either.\" Smokey commented with a large smile as he held the contraption and a bundle of rope up to the stoic Alissah.\n\"Of all here, I've probably got the biggest load to carry.\"\n\nThe woman merely stared down at the rugged dwarf in return, her grey eyes narrowing as she observed the dwarf. Not receiving any answers, Smokey raised an arm.\n\n\"Come on, lass; it's no big deal! I had better teamplayers in my last outfit, and they were all idiots!\" Smokey began to complain, the dwarf raising the volume of his voice! Simply continuing to stare back at him for a moment, Alissah eventually extended a hand out from her coat to accept the rope.\n\n\"Very well, dwarf... \"\n\nHaving observed the quarreling duo that was supposed to be his hired aide resolve their conflict on their own, Sharon returned his attention to Liaena and the Sentinels. Perhaps the first thing he noticed was the absolute suspicion that penetrated the eyes of the Night Elves as they stared down at the antitode that had been produced by Liaena as if it had been poison!\n\nDeciding to step in before any exaggerated accusations of conspiracy or trickery could be levied against Liaena by the zealous elves, Sharon picked up the bottle for all the Night Elves to see as he turned to Serphia.\n\n\"Once we leave for the castle, I will take the first sip. Do not worry, the contents are entirely safe.\" Sharon assured the Night Elves, hosting his best smile while hoping that his confidence in Liaena would rub off on the Night Elves.\n\n\"Then we each have our purpose. Liaena will take Bella with her through her airborne entry, while I will accompany Serphia's elves, Liam and our mercs on the climb.\" Sharon explained to the rest of the group, before turning to look back at Serphia.\n\"I am no seasoned climber I'm afraid. But I can shrink myself down and accompany you that way.\"\n\nSharon proposed, albeit a little bit hesitantly. Perhaps when it came to the risks of shrinking oneself around Night Elves, no one knew it better than Sharon; thanks in no small part to Rithrynn. He doubted he'd get Serphia to carry both a full sized Liam and Sharon, with all his fancy armor and gear. However, it was a compromise that he was willing to make. \n\n\"What's the worst that could happne?\"", "username": "Sinerathin", "char_name": "Sharon Daerin'Lei" }, { "text": "Serphia had folded her arms as Sharon had rallied to defend Liaena's potion. \n\nTruly, it made her nothing but skeptical whenever the devious little monkey produced anything from her insidious satchel. Even if the human's intentions had been completely noble, she still wouldn't blindly trust the girl. Granted, the High Elf's willingness to sacrifice himself in case the potion was a fluke or had any unforeseen side effects was enough for her to accept it. \n\nAfter all, if the potion should somehow lead to a spontaneous internal combustion with the imbiber, it would just be Sharon, and not one of her Night Elves that burst into flames.\n\nHowever, the High Elf's last suggestion of shrinking himself when coming along with them made Serphia suddenly raise an eyebrow in surprise at Sharon. \n\n\"That would make it more practical, Quel'Dorei... \" Serphia spoke with a more softer tone, looking down at the High Elf on the other end of the table with a more approving look. Indeed, having to drag the High Elf alongside his armor up the cliff side of the wet reef would be a task that she would very well prefer to avoid.\n\nRithrynn on the other hand, who had been standing next to Serphia, reacted immediately by spinning around the table to lean over Sharon on the opposite side of Liaena!\n\n\"Don't worry, Shaw! I'll take great care of you during the mission!\" Rithrynn beamed down on him with a humongous smile, placing her hands around his shoulder.\n\nA couple of whispers and some low snickering emanated from the Night Elves in the room as they watched Rithrynn cling to Sharon, with what seemed like great amusement. Of the members from Rithrynn's warband, Serphia seemed to be the only one retaining a blank, yet slightly fuddled expression. The Captain's eyes shifted from Rithrynn, to Sharon, over to Liaena and back again to Rithrynn, as if she was genuinely unsure whether or not to exercise her indiscriminate authority, or simply not care at all.", "username": "Rithy", "char_name": "Rithrynn Syn'Dial" }, { "text": "Liaena threw Rithrynn a look that was as cold as the waves outside as the Night Elf leapt to volunteer for the custody of mini-Sharon. Which was clearly only due to her responsibilities as his bodyguard, and not from any….ulterior motives….whatsoever. \n\nUhuh.\n\nUnder normal circumstances this would typically be her cue to give Rithrynn a good kick, or possibly throwing her out of the window, all normal and entirely reasonable reactions to her endless attempts to flirt with her boyfriend. In this particular instance however, the girl couldn't help but feel that the Night Elfs clinginess might for once be a good thing, insofar as ensuring Sharon's safety was concerned. And much as it grated upon her, she would sooner have to extract him with pliers a dozen times; than have him have an unwelcome appointment with the pointy end of a Runeblade. \n\n\"You'd better\" Liaena remarked finally after a long silence. Leaning over to Sharon, there was a pause where she mentally wished away every single Night Elf, Mercenary and Bella in the room behind her, before finally standing on tiptoe to plant a light kiss on his lips. \"I guess I'll see you later then\"\n\n\"….\"\n\n\"Whut?\" Bella emitted in surprise as Liaena grabbed her by the wrist to pull her towards the door. \"We're leaving already?\"\n\n\"Well, yes. Unless anyone else had anything else to say, we're wasting time we don't have by just standing around here talking\" Liaena observed scathingly. Turning as she reached the door, she scanned the occupants of the room searchingly, eyes lingering on Serphia, Rithrynn and Sharon. \"We have our teams. You know where you're going in. Drink the damn antidote. Was there anything else, or do we get moving now?\"", "username": "Feychild", "char_name": null } ]
Rithrynn's willingness to put her butt between him and danger came hardly as a surprise to the High Elf. What did surprise him however was how lenient Liaena appeared to be towards Rithrynn about it. "Was there anything else, or do we get moving now?" "None." Sharon replied, looking a little distant as the High Elf mentally counted through all the things he had scheduled for the meeting. "If there was one thing I had forgotten by now, I probably won't remember it anyway!" But as Liaena and Bella left the entrance to the living room to walk out into the corridor, Alissah had suddenly began to follow them; quickly slipping out of the living room behind them. In fact, unless one had kept an eye on her the entire time, her movement through the room had been almost entirely unnoticable. "There is one thing." Alissah sounded as she catched up with Bella and Liaena in the corridor. Reaching a hand into her coat, she produced what seemed like a small, bronze tipped glass dart containing a white, slightly shimmering liquid that emanated a faint and yellow light. Holding it in the palm of her leather glove, she held it up Liaena. "I noticed the dart gun of yours, and I believe you can make use of this." She spoke in a quiet tone, her calm demeanor only broken by the intense stare from her eyes. "This dart contains a sample of holy water from a font in the Monestary of Tirisfal, its container blessed by one of the High Clerics of the Scarlet Crusade, and the needle is made out of almost complete pure trusilver metal." Alissah explained, taking a brief pause. "It may be unconventional, but can weaken or outright destroy even the mightiest creations of darkness, be it demon or undead. Consider it a gift from one marked to another." Back in the living room, Sharon had uncorked the antitode from Liaena. He was currently staring down at the top of the bottle, as if a sense of doubt and hesitation had gripped him. All around him were the big, silver eyes of the Night Elves looking down at him with utmost curiosity, to see what disasterous thing could happen to the High Elf. Swallowing hard, Sharon raised the bottle. "You only live once... " He muttered, taking a deep breath before closing his eyes and chugging down a solid sip! Slamming the bottle back down on the table, the first thing he noticed was how salty and acidic his mouth tasted, a vile sensation indeed. But beyond a slight groan from his stomach, he was still alive. "See? Not so bad?" Sharon smiled to the rest of the Night Elves, praying that his confident words would not invite instant karma in the form of a spontaneous explosion on the spot! Handing the opaque antitode over to the nearest Night Elf, Sharon looked back at Rithrynn. "I appreciate the support, Rithrynn." Sharon said, before his blue eyes drifted over to Serphia. "But I think the leaders of the group must stay close together." Although part of him would prefer to stay with Rithrynn, he knew that fast and direct communication with Serphia was essential for the success of the group. "Just... promise me you won't run off ahead into a danger zone like last time."
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Sharon Daerin'Lei
Race: High Elf Age: 235 Description: 190 cm tall. Fairly slim figure, and physically fit. By human standards, he appears to be in his 20s. White skin with a slight tanned tone. His eyes are deep arcane blue with a mystical elven magical tint. His hair is blonde and flows to his neck. Usually clean shaved. Biography: A scholar and academic by profession. Sharon was born in Quel'Thalas, where he was raised. He traveled often and visited the human lands of Lordearon and its surrounding kingdoms, and even sometimes the dwarves during his travels. His academic career started in his homeland of Quel'Thalas, but he became closely acquainted to the circles of Dalaran in the human kingdom to the south, where he became a professor and spent his time tutoring students and delving deeper into the mysteries of the arcane arts together with his fellow colleagues. Besides his work in academia, he also lived a materialistic life of extravaganza and debauchery. His life changed with the outbreak of the Third War, as the Scourge lay waste to the great northern kingdoms, including his own Quel'Thalas, turning the continent's most sophisticated civilization into a lifeless graveyard. During the undeath onslaught, with his kingdom shattered and the human and elven armies ruined, Sharon choose to help the human resistance in their struggle for survival and in aiding refugees escape the all consuming legions of the damned, and followed them south. The conflict permanently changed Sharon; the exposure to the sheer horrors and mindless brutality of the Scourge had been a humbling experience and a wakeup call. Having lost his home, and with the vast majority of his friends and family now dead, he devoted much of his time to helping the denizens of Stormwind, and joined the Silver Covenant as he pursued the reconstruction of Dalaran. Even after the the magical city of Dalaran was completed, Sharon choose to remain in Stormwind. Part in due to financial difficulties, and partly because he never could feel quite at home in Dalaran after its first ruination. But even then he often visited the city, to give lectures and share his studies and findings with fellow colleagues, much like he had done before the war.
[ { "text": "Serphia's eyes narrowed down on Sharon at his suggestion of accompanying her rather than Rithrynn. It was a strange but also amusing little idea, for her to have her own tiny pocket mage! \n\n\"You want to come with me?\" Serphia asked as she walked around the table with long, confident strides; approaching Sharon to gaze down at the High Elf. Studying Sharon for a moment, she would eventually look towards Rithrynn who was standing next to him.\n\n\"If Syn'Dial could do it in the past, it should be no problem for me.\" Serphia smirked, resting one hand on her hip. Rithrynn on the other hand looked thoroughly disappointed, her jaw hanging as she looked back at Sharon.\n\n\"Are you sure about this?! You can still change your mind!\" Rithrynn suggested, smiling weakly at Sharon while holding his arm.\n\n\"Do not so be dramatic, Rithrynn. I will not break your little Quel'Dorei pet. It's a matter of pride considering that you have kept him intact for so long... \" Serphia said as her eyes returned to the disappointed sentinel, the Captain rearing her butt to slump it down on the table which yielded with a pleading creak. \n\"I have no intention of doing a worse job than you!\"\n\n\" ... meh,\" Rithrynn pouted, not as much worried about Sharon's safety as much as she was annoyed by the fact that she did not get to have him for the mission! But she could not really argue with Serphia.\n\"I'll at least keep an eye on him!\"\n\n\"Do that.\" Serphia nodded, shifting her gaze back to Sharon.\n\"Get to shrinking then, we leave in two.\" \n\nSerphia instructed, before turning her attention back to her sentinels around in the room. By this moment, none of her girls looked any happy, with a lot of sour faces going around as they had finished tasting the terrible antidote given to them by Liaena. Through the grimaces and twisted facial expressions, Serphia could see the last sentinel handing the antidote back over to Smokey before lining up.\n\n\"Prepare for departure, we leave in two!\"", "username": "Rithy", "char_name": "Rithrynn Syn'Dial" }, { "text": "Stepping out onto the balcony of one of the towers that loomed over the battlements of Honor's Watch was a man wearing some leather ringmail armor and clad in a white, slightly tattered white cloak that bore its fair share of bird poop, and donned a leather cap over his bald head. On each of his shoulders were two large eagles perched, one covered in a brown and white pattern on its feathers called Zullen; the other entirely black called and Zal.\n\nThe birdmaster's right eye was missing, with no eyepatch to cover the scar. His right eyelids had been sewn directly shut with crude thread. His left eye however gazed out across the somber night harbor with great vigor.\n\n\"A quiet evening, isn't it, my darlings?\" He commented as he looked down towards the docks. The white in his remaining functional eye carried a green hue, and the blood vessels around his sickly yellow iris were protruding outwards enough to almost push his eyelids aside.\n\n\"It was a nice necklace you found for me yesterday.\" He muttered as he clutched a silver chain hanging out from his pocket, while his odd eye which had been scanning the dock stopping to focus as he spotted a faint glimmer from the back pocket of one of the dock publicans doing a routine inspection of the ships along the pier.\n\n\"Maybe tonight's catch will be no smaller.\"\n\nStroking the wing of the eagle Zal, the birdmaster produced a rotting rat carcass from a pouch hanging from his belt. Throwing it up before him, both Zullen and Zal immediately reacted; shooting their beaks out to greedily snap at the rat which was promptly torn in half as their ravenous beaks clamped down on it simultaneously. The mauled remains of the decaying rodent were gluttonously gulped down by the two birds, who looked far more energized as their sharp gaze shifted between their master and the surrounding skyline in search for more food.\n\n\"But perhaps it's mealtime first.\" The birdmaster muttered as he raised his arms, and both of the eagles suddenly took off to swoop down from the tower as they went to hunt for other rodents, vermin, lesser birds and other small prey around Honor's Watch, diving and soaring between the battlements and along the reef.", "username": "Sinerathin", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Initially distrustful as Alissah approached, Liaena accepted the little dart from her cautiously to peer at the contents with curiosity. Her other claims about its potency notwithstanding, the soft golden glow it emanated clearly marked it as blessed and she looked up again to give the woman an odd look. \"…Thanks.\"\n\nAlissah had already slipped away as she spoke, the woman making her way back to the room where Sharon and the Night Elves were. Liaena stared after her, before shaking her head to dispel lingering thoughts and turned to head towards the front door again, slipping the dart into a secure pocket inside her cloak as she did so. Bella followed, evidently bubbling over with questions as curiosity had momentarily dispelled apprehension. \"Who was that? Can I see it? How are you 'marked', Li?\"\n\n\"I don't know\"\n\n\"Yeah you do. You just don't wanna admit it\" Bella scowled. \"I am helping you here, Rune. It would help you and stupid Lennox a lot more if you'd just tell me what's going on, you know…\"\n\nManfully ignoring Bella, Liaena stepped out of the front door onto the porch of the house. Shutting it behind her, the evening was dark and quiet save for her companions persistent whining. \"Get over here, Hester. I've got chocolate\"\n\nLiaena waited a few moments as the night remained stubbornly silent, before biting back any number of unprintable things under her breath as she searched her pockets for a bribe. \"Do you wantto save Kitty or not?\"\n\n\"…..\"\n\nWith a very ill-tempered clucking noise, Hester the owl fluttered down to perch on the wooden railing of the porch to give Liaena a baleful look. Bella gave the bird an odd look, before turning to Liaena. \"….so how're we getting in Li? You said you were flying, or something?\"\n\n\"Yes\" Liaena said flatly as she produced a vial out of her bag. This one was also milky coloured, although the keenly observant in a lit room might notice that this one had a distinct tinge of green. \"Take this first though. You didn't get any of the antidote earlier\"\n\n\"…Ew\"\n\nBella scrutinised the vial with deep suspicion as she uncorked it slowly. \"This had better do what you say it does, Li. Or I'll report you to Thea for poisoning a colleague. Again.\"\n\n\"If we survive this, I'll look out for that\" Liaena remarked darkly as Bella passed it back quickly, having taken a cautious sip and balked in horror at the taste. \n\n\"Ugh, Li, how do you even….\"\n\nBella glanced around as suddenly the sides of the porch loomed as high as the heavens – before quailing as a gigantic, white predator landed on the floor right in front of her, talons as large as her head digging into the boards. Hester, now the size of a carriage compared to the tiny girl, gave her a predatory look as she cocked her head to one side. \"YOU SUCK, RUNE!\"\n\n\"Whoops. However could that have happened….\" Liaena muttered dryly to herself as she took a sip of her own potion, stuffing it back into her satchel quickly as she suddenly shrank to the size of Bella. As far as the transformation went, it was far more pleasant than the impersonation one could ever be, she mused as she stepped towards Hester, who chose to look disdainfully the other way as Liaena struggled up to hide among her feathers. Looking back, she glanced down at Bella who was still hovering nervously a safe distance away. Apparently, if it wasn't a cat, large predatory fluffy things were no longer objects of affection. \"Well, come on then. Unless you want to be standing here when those Night Elves come stomping out…\"\n\n\"….\"\n\nGlancing back at the massive, currently shut door behind them, this logic clearly struck a chord with Bella as she dashed over to clamber onto the bird, locking her arms around Liaena in a pincer grip. With a ruffle of feathers, Hester spread her wings to flutter up onto the porch railing. \"Okay, lets go then. Remember Hester, you need to watch out for spells…and we don't want them to see us coming. No show-boating, you got that?\"\n\nWith a contemptuous toss of her head that clearly said 'you don't need to tell me that', the bird spread her wings to glide away from the porch, to be immediately lost in the silence and darkness of the night.", "username": "Feychild", "char_name": null } ]
Producing a small, green vial from a pouch at his waist; a shrinking serum given to him by Liaena a long time ago, the High Elf took a moment to simply gaze at the vial as he held it between two gloved fingers in front of him. It was a look of almost hesitance, as if some part of his brain was begging him to reconsider the decision. "Ehhh, luck to ye, laddie. And ladies." Fran commented as he looked to Sharon, and then to the Night Elves. "They're expecting me back at the alehouse. I'll be leadin' the mob, after all! I've always been a good agitator! So... luck to tha mission, I'll see ye when it's over!" Having started to feel many degrees less comfortable the moment the familiar face of Liaena had left the locale, Fran was quick to turn around and march towards the exit; slamming the door as he left the resort. On the other side of the table, next to the crowd of Night Elves, Alissah had just finished taking a sip from the antitode. Her lips barely contracted as she swallowed the liquid, her face remaining stoic as she silently passed it over to Smokey. As the dwarf accepted the antitode and took a whiff, he quickly produced a small canteen from his belt. Uncorking it, a powerful alcoholic aroma spilled out into the air around him, hinting at the most-likely home made content of the dwarf's canteen. Pouring what remained of the antitode, which was at least what the almost dozen Night Elves had taken altogether, down into the canteen; Smokey turned the lid back, gave it a good shaking, and downed the entire canteen in one big swig! Alissha, who had remained quiet as usual, gave a face of disgust to Smokey as the dwarf let out a belch so loud it could be heard all the way to the outside and by Bella and Liaena as they flew over the house! "There's no point delaying this!" Sharon thought to himself, realizing that the rest of the room was getting ready to depart. Forcefully ignoring all sense and reason, he swigged down the contents of the small vial, which despite not tasting great; at least tasted far better than the antitode he had endured earlier. Placing one hand on the table as he leaned towards it, Sharon quickly found the whole world growing rapidly around him. With the blink of an eye, he was lying at the edge of the table, not far away from Serphia's massive ass that was perched on it as well. "You have a strange tactical sense." Alissah commented monotonously, her eyes looking down at the now tiny High Elf who was walking around on the table. "Thank the light for that, or tonight's plan would not be possible." Sharon replied as he ventured towards Serphia's hand which the Captain had left on the table for him. Jumping up into her palm, Sharon turned to the rest of her warband. "And please, before you leave; remember to lock the door. The keys are by the pegs at the entrance!"
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Sinerathin
Sharon Daerin'Lei
Race: High Elf Age: 235 Description: 190 cm tall. Fairly slim figure, and physically fit. By human standards, he appears to be in his 20s. White skin with a slight tanned tone. His eyes are deep arcane blue with a mystical elven magical tint. His hair is blonde and flows to his neck. Usually clean shaved. Biography: A scholar and academic by profession. Sharon was born in Quel'Thalas, where he was raised. He traveled often and visited the human lands of Lordearon and its surrounding kingdoms, and even sometimes the dwarves during his travels. His academic career started in his homeland of Quel'Thalas, but he became closely acquainted to the circles of Dalaran in the human kingdom to the south, where he became a professor and spent his time tutoring students and delving deeper into the mysteries of the arcane arts together with his fellow colleagues. Besides his work in academia, he also lived a materialistic life of extravaganza and debauchery. His life changed with the outbreak of the Third War, as the Scourge lay waste to the great northern kingdoms, including his own Quel'Thalas, turning the continent's most sophisticated civilization into a lifeless graveyard. During the undeath onslaught, with his kingdom shattered and the human and elven armies ruined, Sharon choose to help the human resistance in their struggle for survival and in aiding refugees escape the all consuming legions of the damned, and followed them south. The conflict permanently changed Sharon; the exposure to the sheer horrors and mindless brutality of the Scourge had been a humbling experience and a wakeup call. Having lost his home, and with the vast majority of his friends and family now dead, he devoted much of his time to helping the denizens of Stormwind, and joined the Silver Covenant as he pursued the reconstruction of Dalaran. Even after the the magical city of Dalaran was completed, Sharon choose to remain in Stormwind. Part in due to financial difficulties, and partly because he never could feel quite at home in Dalaran after its first ruination. But even then he often visited the city, to give lectures and share his studies and findings with fellow colleagues, much like he had done before the war.
[ { "text": "Serphia's eyes had narrowed to small slits as she glared after the two guardsmen after they had left, before she shifted her gaze back over to Liam.\n\n\"What was that about?\" She inquired, having noticed the hidden communication between the one guardsmen and Liam. Was Liam a spy, a secret agent sent to destroy their plan from within? What manner of sensitive information had he gleamed to the guard?! Was an attack imminent?\n\n\"Maybe we should focus on getting that boat first? ... just an idea!\" Came the careful suggestion from Rithrynn who had crept up on Serphia's side from behind. Fortunately for Liam, it was enough to take the Captain's immediate attention away from him as she turned to look down on Rithrynn instead.\n\n\"Then look, Syn'Dial... \"\n\n\"No need to look, already found one!\" Suddenly came the light tone from one of the Sentinels, Lithrielle, who was hanging over the nearby brick wall to one of the yards, her backside being the immediate visible part of her.\n\nSerphia, not wasting any time; immediately marched over to the nearby wooden gate attached to the wall. Unsheathing one of her swords, she brought it down towards the lock. But rather than attempting to slice the metal lock, she instead slashed at the very door itself; carving out a nice chunk of wood that contained both the lock and bits of the door itself.\n\nThe place reeked with the smell of dead, decomposing fish; but as she looked across the yard, she quickly spotted the rowboats that Lithrielle had been talking about.\n\n*\n\nMoments later, the warband was scurrying down towards the docks. Serphia, with the tiny Sharon still in her hood, was leading the group. Behind her were two moving rowboats with multiple sets of legs strutting out from beneath them, as the rest of her warriors had been consigned to transportation duty! The exception was Liam, who was balancing two sets of oars as he lagged behind them all!\n\nAs they approached the open dock, Serphia stopped. Raising her fist, she almost forgot that her warriors couldn't see her gesture from beneath the rowboats, and so quickly added a 'halt' to make them stop. It was enough to stop the first group, but the second group carrying their own rowboat ended up violently bopping into the first group's.\n\n\"Would you idiots simmer down?\" Serphia hissed annoyingly at her warriors behind her.\n\n\"I can't see anything!\"\n\n\"Shut up!\" Serphia sneered, before gazing out across the docks. A small mist had laid itself on the docks, limiting vision. Through the fog, she could barely see the lanterns hanging across the pier. As far as any additional guardsmen, there were none to be seen.\n\"It's clear... follow me!\"\n\nScurrying across the wooden docks were a dozen of feet, carrying two heavily built fishing rowboats.\n\n\"Why couldn't you find any lighter?\" Rithrynn quietly complained to Lithrielle beneath their rowboat.\n\"I was on a time pressure! Plus, they were unguarded!\"\n\"Still, you could have spent at least a minute more looking!\"\n\nRunning past and below the docks to a small rocky beach, the Sentinels were quick to set their newly acquired vessels to sea! Both of the two groups jumped into their respective rowboats immediately, leaving roughly four elves in each of them. Serphia happened to pick Rithrynn and Vashi's boat, as it rocked dangerously from side to side as the large Captain entered into it.\n\nCrouching down at the front of the boat as they began to slowly row towards the reef in the mist, Serphia slightly turned her head to face Sharon.\n\n\"I hope you are right about the wards. Or else, the White Hand will be the least of your concerns!\"", "username": "Rithy", "char_name": "Rithrynn Syn'Dial" }, { "text": "All common sense told her to look away when the 'Lord High Commander' walked over to the troll with the cultist blade held behind his back. Instead she watched, utterly impotent as Sevarian opened the trolls neck from ear to ear and the screams of the dead or dying creatures hammered against her ears as they filled the small chamber. \n\n\"Light, what should I do…? …\"\n\nNever in her life had terror threatened to overwhelm her in the way it did now. The icy chill of Sevarians spell sunk into her bones, sapping both air and all strength from her body. The electric blue of the cult spells stunk of an evil that washed over her, reinforcing the slowly growing dread that she was going to die inside of this room. \n\nNo. Liaena and her new friends would come for her. To think anything else of her would just be plain rude. \n\nKathlin swallowed dryly, pushing thoughts of knives opening her up down to mentally sit on them. Thinking back, her mouth moved imperceptibly as she whispered the lines of a simple church prayer to herself, over and over, sparking a weak glow of warmth inside of her that fought back doggedly against the onslaught of Sevarians curse, even as the horrific screams echoed off the walls around them.\n\n\"Stay alive. I should try stay alive till then.\"\n\n*\n\n\"How is she doing!?\"\n\n\"All right…\" Bella peered gingerly at the wounds on the birds wing, now scabbed over and looking several days old. Hester snapped her beak warningly and made a pass at her, causing the girl to jump back. \"Hey! Ow. Yeah, she's alright. Her temper's back, anyway.\"\n\n\"Fine. Fine.\" Liaena muttered, looking all about her as she clambered back onto the snowy back, in spite of much grumbling from Hester. \"Okay, we have to get out of here. Lets make this –\"\n\nAnother dark form lunged out of the darkness to crash into the reef beside them. The attack only missed as Hester scuttled to one side to flutter into the air again, and Bella fired a blast of Light that went hopelessly awry as the eagle soared away again. \n\n\"….\"\n\n\"What was that!?\" Liaena stared at Bella, who was now visibly preening where she sat on Hesters back. \"You're never that good…..you stole something, didn't you?\"\n\n\"Priestess Thea told me to dust the relic cabinet, as punishment for evesdropping\" Bella remarked smugly, as Hester wove and banked through the air. \"And she gave me the keys. Surprised?\"\n\n\"You MISSED. You just told anyone that cares that there's a Light user out here!\" \n\nLiaena spat back as she checked behind them for pursuers. Bella's smile vanished as the shadow reappeared again, Liaena firing wildly and missing as the eagle continued to harry them towards the ground. \"Go to hell, Rune\"\n\nHester screeched sharply, spiralling towards the cold waves below to bank sharply and land on a shelf of rock right underneath the walls of the keep. Liaena craned around her snowy neck as the bird strutted along the spur of rock to flutter over and beneath it, the jagged reef giving way to form an alcove that appeared man-made. \n\n\"Where are we?\"\n\n\"….Sharon mentioned a harbour\" Liaena whispered back, although the sound of water lapping against the rocks was probably enough to drown out most noise. The air around them was a silky pitch black, without even the light of the stars to guide by. \"I guess this takes us under the keep?\"\n\n\"What!?\" Bella whispered tremulously. All recent feuding forgotten, Liaena could feel her clinging tightly again. \"But that wasn't the plan! What happened to make a distraction, and then go find the Night Elves!?\"\n\n\"Yeah. Hester, stop this. They need backup, up there!\" Liaena hissed at the bird, who magnificently ignored her as she drifted down the sunken passage. \"Useless! Come on! Work with me here!\" \n\nHester clucked quietly, which probably meant: 'screw you' as the passage suddenly opened onto light and a enclosed harbour, with several small tug boats plus one larger in the White Hands colours drawn up at the dock. The light came from a single lantern burning softly at the far end, as the bird landed on the warf to scurry behind one of the smaller boats and lurk in its shadow. \n\n\"Do you think there's anyone here?\"\n\n\"Oh, probably not. Why would they ever want to guard their weak point right into the centre of their super-secure fort?\" \n\n\"….shut up\"", "username": "Feychild", "char_name": null } ]
"I hope you are right about the wards. Or else, the White Hand will be the least of your concerns!" "If you were going to question my trustworthiness, don't you think now would be a little bit too late to do it?" Sharon asked back at Serphia as they slowly made their way across the narrow canal towards the lower rocks of the reef. "Perhaps you should be more focused on the climb ahead. Fortunately, if something should go wrong, I can probably conjure up a slow-fall spell if necessary." Sharon said in a nonchalant tone while looking at his metal glove, choosing to not meet the gaze of Serphia. Part of him was having doubts about the wisdom of maintaining a snarky attitude in the face of Serphia. Her face, which he was literally right beside. If he managed to piss her off more than usual, he knew that he was only one bite away from being eaten! But he put his trust in Rithrynn to intervene if things went too far. Right now, he would rather prefer to focus on the mission, and not appeasing the Captain. Alissah, who was sitting between the rest of the Night Elves in the boat behind Serphia and Sharon, did not say a word. The silent woman instead choose to give rowboat that they were sitting in a concerned look, as she noticed that it was dipping dangerously far down into the water compared to the boat next to them. Whether this was due to Serphia's big butt or the quality of the boat in question, she could not tell. Turning her head to the Sentinel Lithrielle who was right next to her and rowing, she cast the Night Elf a narrow expression from beneath her hat. "Did you check the boat for holes?" ------------------------------- The cove in the reef that they had entered revealed itself to be housing a complete and functional wharf, with wooden cranes and loading docks built into the very stone walls of the cove itself. A small set of wooden and stone buildings were located at the innermost section of the cove, one of them looking like a stone warehouse built into the reef itself. In the middle of the small town inside of the reef were a set of large bronze doors, surrounded with various mechanical cogs, tubes and vents attached to the rocky walls around it. Alongside the multitude of smaller boats that were located within the cove were two larger ships, a tall frigate which looked to be one of the battleships of the White Hand which sported numerous scars across its front plated hull, and a shorter but broader merchant and transportation ship which were closest to Liaena and Bella. The noise of moving cargo and the voices of the personnel around the merchant ship could be heard, as they were using one of the cranes to unload a series of wooden crates from the ship and onto the dock. It sounded like there were no less than half a dozen men in the cove with them. Voices echoed beneath the jagged rock roof as some of the crates were loaded onto small carts which were pushed by two of the dock workers alongside the pier and towards the bronze doors at the innermost part of the cove. As they approached it with their cargo, their attention seemed to drift to a dwarf sitting next to the doors. The dwarf nodded in response to the two dockworkers, before pulling a lever which caused the bronze doors to open; revealing a metallic platform surrounded by rocky walls. The two workers entered through the doors, and they were closed behind them by the dwarf with the lever. A deep groan could be heard from within the walls of the reef itself as the tubes around the heavy bronze door began to spew forth steam, as what sounded like an elevator carried the workers and their cargo up through the spine of the reef below the castle. What remained in the cove were four other workers, wearing simple linen and canvas outfits, alongside two armored chevaliers which could be seen casually patrolling alongside the ships. As well as the lone dwarf by the dwarf, who rocked back and forth in his chair with a large blunderbuss resting in his lap.
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Sinerathin
Sharon Daerin'Lei
Race: High Elf Age: 235 Description: 190 cm tall. Fairly slim figure, and physically fit. By human standards, he appears to be in his 20s. White skin with a slight tanned tone. His eyes are deep arcane blue with a mystical elven magical tint. His hair is blonde and flows to his neck. Usually clean shaved. Biography: A scholar and academic by profession. Sharon was born in Quel'Thalas, where he was raised. He traveled often and visited the human lands of Lordearon and its surrounding kingdoms, and even sometimes the dwarves during his travels. His academic career started in his homeland of Quel'Thalas, but he became closely acquainted to the circles of Dalaran in the human kingdom to the south, where he became a professor and spent his time tutoring students and delving deeper into the mysteries of the arcane arts together with his fellow colleagues. Besides his work in academia, he also lived a materialistic life of extravaganza and debauchery. His life changed with the outbreak of the Third War, as the Scourge lay waste to the great northern kingdoms, including his own Quel'Thalas, turning the continent's most sophisticated civilization into a lifeless graveyard. During the undeath onslaught, with his kingdom shattered and the human and elven armies ruined, Sharon choose to help the human resistance in their struggle for survival and in aiding refugees escape the all consuming legions of the damned, and followed them south. The conflict permanently changed Sharon; the exposure to the sheer horrors and mindless brutality of the Scourge had been a humbling experience and a wakeup call. Having lost his home, and with the vast majority of his friends and family now dead, he devoted much of his time to helping the denizens of Stormwind, and joined the Silver Covenant as he pursued the reconstruction of Dalaran. Even after the the magical city of Dalaran was completed, Sharon choose to remain in Stormwind. Part in due to financial difficulties, and partly because he never could feel quite at home in Dalaran after its first ruination. But even then he often visited the city, to give lectures and share his studies and findings with fellow colleagues, much like he had done before the war.
[ { "text": "Serphia's eyes seethed with ire as she glared down at the little High Elf in her hood.\n\n\"What exactly is it that you are getting at, High Elf?\" Serphia asked with a contemptuous tone, clearly already beginning to regret accepting Sharon's request for him to accompany her. Perhaps it would have been better to leave him with Rithrynn, or even better; in Rithrynn's butt!\n\n\"Huh?\" Lithrielle shook her head at Alissah's sudden inquiry, tilting her head slightly as she looked back at the human.\n\"I don't know what you mean. The boat's perfectly fine! Just because it was on land when we took it doesn't mean that there was anything wrong with it. I'm sure it's just your... yikes! We're taking in water!\"\n\n\"Ssssshhh, quiet down?\"\n\n\"What?\"\n\n\"Water!?\"\n\n\"We're sinking?!\"\n\nAlthough Lithrielle, and perhaps Alissah, had been the first to notice it, it soon became apparent to the rest of the sentinels in the boat that there was indeed beginning to form a pool of ice cold water around their feet in the bottom of the boat. And that they were indeed about to sink!\n\n\"Sssshhhheeeei... we need to remove the excess weight!\" Lithrielle quickly reasoned, suddenly grabbing for the human, Alissah. Rithrynn barely had time to intervene before Lithrielle had the chance to attempt to throw Alissah off the boat by grabbing both of them!\n\n\"No! Just row faster! We can make it!\" Rithrynn argued, pointing towards the rocks by the reef that were only a few dozen feet away!\n\n\"What is going on back there?\" Serphia's voice sounded all of a sudden, the Captain having turned around to look back to see what the commotion was all about. For a moment, her gaze rested on Lithrielle, then on the pool of water forming below them in the boat, and then back up at the almost petrified Lithrielle.\n\n\"Ehm... \"\n\n\"I thought you said this boat was in perfect condition!\"\n\n\"I... \"\n\n\"We need to get to land!\" Rithrynn intervened yet again, waving her arms in front of her Captain to get her attention! \n\nSerphia, having little desire to swim, suddenly threw herself further back in the boat, pushing Rithrynn and Alissah to either side while simultaneously sitting on top of the frozen Lithrielle who had failed to move. Grabbing both of the oars while planting her feet in the wooden frame of the boat, Serphia began to row ferociously! As a result, the speed of the rowboat was immediately multiplied by no less than three, as they raced past the other rowboat towards the shores of the reef!\n\nWith no attempt to break, the rowboat crashed onto the rocks; launching itself a couple of feet up into the air before landing onto the reef itself! \nThe amount of seawater that had gathered at the bottom of the boat was quickly drained now as they were on land, and the sentinels, slightly stunned after the abrupt landing; departed the rowboat on either side.\n\n\"Are you guys okay?\" Sounded the voice of the other landing craft as the second group of sentinels alongside Smokey reached the shore of the reef shortly behind them.\n\n\"We're fine!\" Rithrynn was quick to answer, happily jumping off the rowboat while giving Lithrielle who was currently sporting Serphia on her lap an angry look.\n\n\"I... sorry, mistress!\" Lithrielle gasped as Serphia rose up from having used her as a seat.\n\n\"You are lucky we've barely just begun our mission!\" Serphia commented, before reaching an arm out to pull Lithrielle up and promptly threw her off the boat and onto land with a crash!\n\nStepping onto the rocks of the reef herself, departing the rowboat in a much more graceful manner; Serphia rested her hands on her hips as she raised her head to look up at the menacing reef that loomed above them like a colossus. The climb ahead consisted of nothing less than a hundred feet straight-up climb on a jagged, darkened stone wall before they would reach the lowermost part of the scaffolding of the castle's battlements. \n\n\"At least it's dry... \" She commented at how the lack of waves had left the reef walls relatively dry. But upon not receiving any immediate response from Sharon, she turned her head to look into the side of her hood, realizing that she couldn't see the High Elf anymore!\n\n\" ... High Elf?!\"", "username": "Rithy", "char_name": "Rithrynn Syn'Dial" }, { "text": "\"Great\" Bella hissed from behind Liaena's left ear, where she was also surveying the dock. \"That stupid bird of yours led us into a dead end! How are we supposed to get past that?\"\n\nLiaena was staring at the bronze doors in a manner that suggested she wished to bore a hole in them. While it was now hidden, the only exit out of the cove besides the deep inlet they had flown through, clearly lay behind it. \"I need them to bring that back down. Now\"\n\n\"What?\"\n\n\"Hester. Cmon. Take us over to that ship, would you?\" Liaena hunkered down to whisper into the owl's ear, who tilted her head back at her in a quizzical motion. \"Stay close to the water line – and don't get us spotted\"\n\n\"Li…what're you—oof!\"\n\nBella's query was lost in a gasp and clinging onto Liaena as the bird took flight again, sweeping across the still water in the shadow of the ships towards the merchant ship. Fluttering to pause near a porthole, Liaena was juggling two large sticks of dynamite in one hand and a tinderbox in the other as she struck a light, lit the ends and tossed them into the belly of the ship before Hester swooped away again. \n\nBella blanched. \"What're you doing!?\"\n\n\"Bringing the lift back\" Liaena spat as she hurled another of Smokey's 'toys' at another porthole as they passed it. Obliviously coiling rope on the main deck, the sailor glanced briefly in their direction at the faint 'thud'. \"Besides, I promised a distraction\"\n \n\"You're insane\"\n\n\"….Well, yeah. DUH.\" Liaena looked back at Bella sardonically with a lit stick of dynamite in each hand as Hester peeled away from the doomed ship to flap towards the roof of the dim cavern. Passing over the dock, she let them drop just before Hester hit the wall of the cave to scuttle into the shadow of a crevice not far from the bronze doors. \"Don't mess with my friends then\"", "username": "Feychild", "char_name": null } ]
As the two first tiny dynamites from Liaena fell down into the belly of the ship and plonked down onto the crates that had been stacked in the ship's storage, it gained the attention of one of the two loaders. Before he could open his mouth, the fuse reached its end, and Smokey's dynamites exploded in the cargo hold with a loud bang! Although the two dynamites were severely diminished in both size and volume from their original shape, Smokey's life philosophy of 'more is better' was readily apparent as they generated a bright flash and an ear deafening boom in the cargo hold like a pair of firecrackers from hell; swooping up a cloud of dusk from the boxes and crates! "AAAAAAAAHHH!" "Bloody hell! Who the hell is throwing firecrackers!?" Sounded the both frightened and infuriated voices of the loading workers from the ship's belly. Up on deck, one of the sailors looked down with a smug smile. "Did one of ye weenies shit your pants? I hope I don't have to call the cleanup crew to,-" *BANG* Suddenly, the third dynamite that Liaena had tossed exploded not far from the sailor's feet; causing him to almost literally levitate a couple of feet off the ground as his face turned white as marble, and he fell over. A moment of silence ensued, before laughter erupted from the two loading workers in the ship's hold as they laughed at the sailor's misfortune. "What is going on here?!" Sounded the angry voice of one of the patrolling chevaliers who had come to inspect the commotion, and was walking up the docking ramp to the ship. Looking across the workers from behind his steel mask, his fury was obvious nonetheless. "Are you eight?! Kids?! We are not paying you to play around. You are two hours behind schedule already! If I hear ONE more firecracker, I'm going to keelhaul the lot of you!" The ill-tempered chevalier was quick to get order among the ship's crew, who somberly returned to their activities of unloading the ship. As they stacked up a new set of crates on another wooden trolley, two of the loaders took it upon themselves to push it towards the bronze gate of the steam elevator. "Bring it down, we have more cargo!" One of the men called out. The dwarf with the blunderbuss, who was sitting next to the gate; got up on his feet to walk over to a large horn sticking out from the wall and shouted something unintelligible into it. Moments later, the heavy clanking and trembling of heavy machinery could be heard as the elevator was heading back down towards the harbor. As the bronze doors opened, the two loaders from previously came walking out of the elevator with their wooden trolley, before the second duo of workers loaded their own packed trolley onto the elevator. -------------------------------------- "Was that a genuine tone of concern that I just sensed in your voice?" Came the comment from Sharon, as the High Elf clambered back onto Serhpia's shoulder. Brushing some dust off his robes, he looked up at the face of the Captain to throw her a smile. Unlike Rithrynn, it was quite obvious that Serphia had little experience with carrying anyone of her shoulder. If anything, it struck him that he was at best a second concern to the Captain. "Considering where she normally keeps her passengers, I suppose I shouldn't be that surprised." "And here I thought you would mark the day I suddenly disappeared and vanished without a trace with drink and celebration." Sharon said jokingly, before looking ahead. "Thanks. I feel much more safer knowing that my prediction was not entirely true."
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Sinerathin
Sharon Daerin'Lei
Race: High Elf Age: 235 Description: 190 cm tall. Fairly slim figure, and physically fit. By human standards, he appears to be in his 20s. White skin with a slight tanned tone. His eyes are deep arcane blue with a mystical elven magical tint. His hair is blonde and flows to his neck. Usually clean shaved. Biography: A scholar and academic by profession. Sharon was born in Quel'Thalas, where he was raised. He traveled often and visited the human lands of Lordearon and its surrounding kingdoms, and even sometimes the dwarves during his travels. His academic career started in his homeland of Quel'Thalas, but he became closely acquainted to the circles of Dalaran in the human kingdom to the south, where he became a professor and spent his time tutoring students and delving deeper into the mysteries of the arcane arts together with his fellow colleagues. Besides his work in academia, he also lived a materialistic life of extravaganza and debauchery. His life changed with the outbreak of the Third War, as the Scourge lay waste to the great northern kingdoms, including his own Quel'Thalas, turning the continent's most sophisticated civilization into a lifeless graveyard. During the undeath onslaught, with his kingdom shattered and the human and elven armies ruined, Sharon choose to help the human resistance in their struggle for survival and in aiding refugees escape the all consuming legions of the damned, and followed them south. The conflict permanently changed Sharon; the exposure to the sheer horrors and mindless brutality of the Scourge had been a humbling experience and a wakeup call. Having lost his home, and with the vast majority of his friends and family now dead, he devoted much of his time to helping the denizens of Stormwind, and joined the Silver Covenant as he pursued the reconstruction of Dalaran. Even after the the magical city of Dalaran was completed, Sharon choose to remain in Stormwind. Part in due to financial difficulties, and partly because he never could feel quite at home in Dalaran after its first ruination. But even then he often visited the city, to give lectures and share his studies and findings with fellow colleagues, much like he had done before the war.
[ { "text": "\"Don't push your luck.\" Serphia said as she glared back down at the High Elf, any neutral features on her face having turned into a dark, serious expression. Eventually however, she choose to ignore the High Elf, however hard it might be considering the fact that he was quite literally sitting right next to her ear!\n\n\"Let's scale this reef today, girls! Get your asses in gear!\" Serphia shouted to the rest of her sentinels as they began to crowd around the nearest wall. Armed with hooks and ropes, they began to ascend the rocky walls in three waves, with Serphia climbing alongside Rithrynn and Vashi in the first wave.\n\nAlthough one might have assumed that gravity would be holding the most sway over the Captain, Serphia was by far the fastest climber of the group. Moving almost like an animal up the cliffside, her hands flawlessly moved into small rock crevices or outcrops in the wall as she pushed herself up. Next to her, Rithrynn was struggling to keep up with her Captain's acrobatic and ferocious climb, while Vashi was already beginning to trail behind.\n\n\"Tardiness will not be tolerated!\" Serphia sneered, suddenly pausing to reach down and grab Vashi before throwing her up ahead of her. Vashi flailed around with her arms as she hovered in the air for a second before she managed to get a new grip, and continued to climb; not daring to object to her Captain as they were hanging almost hundreds of feet above ground!\n\n\"Y-yes, Mistress!\"\n\nThe climb only took some minutes before Serphia was the first one to reach the bottom of the scaffolding of the southernmost tower of the castle. With a great leap, she grabbed for the bottom of the wooden railing, before pulling herself up onto the wooden platform and immediately unsheathing her dagger.\n\nEyes scanned her new surroundings, and quickly fell upon a lone Gnomish worker who was carrying around a bucket of paint. The Gnome, upon seeing the large and armed Night Elf suddenly leap up onto the scaffolding, immediately froze on the spot! Taking a few steps back, he opened his mouth.\n\n\"H-h-hel… guar,-\"\n\n*THUMP!*\n\nBut the Gnome was suddenly interrupted as Rithrynn had climbed up on the scaffolding behind him, before making a quick run to kick the Gnome in the back! The result was a ferocious kick where she punted the Gnome straight past Serphia and Sharon and completely off the safety railings of the wooden scaffolding! The Gnome's terrified scream could be heard in the distance as he began to descend, before falling into the water far below with an audible splash.\n\nSerphia, with her dagger still in hand; gazed down from the scaffolding. It was impossible to see where the Gnome had fallen as the mist lay as a thick carpet across the harbor, but when she turned to look back at Rithrynn, a small smile had appeared on her lips.\n\n\"Nice one, Syn'Dial. I will give you two points for the target, and three extra points for style.\" Serphia said with a slightly bemused tone, and Rithrynn made a quick bow as the Captain walked past her.\n\n\"Thank you, mistress!\"\n\nBehind them, the rest of the sentinels would eventually reach the scaffolding and clamber onto. Vashi, who had managed to fall even further behind, eventually arrived with the third wave, despite having originally joined with the first. She was noticeably more shaken in her body compared to the rest of her sisters who seemed rather affected by the climb beyond some heavier breathing, and walked in slightly unbalanced posture.\n\n\"Elune!\" Vashi gasped when she got a glimpse down towards the seemingly bottomless drop into the fog from the scaffolding, to the point that Rithrynn had to quickly intervene and grab her as she began to lean dangerously to either side!", "username": "Rithy", "char_name": "Rithrynn Syn'Dial" }, { "text": "\"They're going to see us if we go into that\" Bella hissed into Liaena's ear as Hester crept along the rocks, closer and closer to the elevator doors. Liaena ignored her, instead choosing to focus on the dwarf manning the controls as she primed another firecracker in her hand. Tossing it almost gently, the tiny thing bounced once before clattering along the smooth rock floor to roll under his chair. \n\n-BANG-\n\n\"WHAT WAS THAT!?\" The Chevelier's voice bellowed across the harbour as the miniature explosion lifted the dwarf, chair and all, off of the ground to send him crashing into the wall of a building and slumping to the ground. The two men in the elevator looked at each other, before making a big show of staring at the ceiling and/or their feet as the furious sound of stomping metal boots became louder and louder. \"I WARNED YOU—\"\n\nFor the one who was looking at the ceiling, his mouth suddenly opened wide with surprise as a small white owl swooped under the top of the doorway and started to flutter around the ceiling of the elevator. This interest only lasted a few moments however, as what looked like a tiny stone, or bird poop fell from the creature, to shatter on the elevator floor. \n\n-PSSSSSSSHHHHHHHHHHHHH-\n\nA plume of white smog, or smoke blossomed up from the shattered vial to rapidly start to fill up the small elevator as the two men looked down in surprise. Then they started to hurriedly back out of the elevator, regardless of angry superior, just as the gas rose to shoulder level and one of them started hacking and coughing uncontrollably. \n\n\"WHAT IS GOING---\"\n\nThe Chevalier arrived on the scene, only for his jaw to drop at the scene, with the elevator now completely full of the white smoke that was rapidly leaking out into the rest of the harbour. \"…on?\"\n\n\"Can't you hurry up!?\"\n\nBella hissed furiously, apparently entirely unaffected by the gas as Hester hooted extremely irritably, trying to brace herself against the ceiling and wall of the elevator as she indulged in a form of flight that was extremely unnatural for owls. \n\n\"You can't hurry Genius\" Liaena said matter of factly as she fondled a large blob of putty that had originally belonged to Smokey. It now had multiple firecrackers, and something that strongly resembled plastic explosives sticking out of it, as she shoved it into the ceiling of the elevator to stick fast and duck down into Hesters feathers. \"Okay, duck!\"\n\nThe bird dived, as a loud BANG filled the confined space. There was a yell from outside the smog, presumably a guard. \n\n\"Oh look\" Bella remarked, looking up at the roof of the elevator, where a dark hole could now be seen through the mist. \"Your gas is escaping\"\n\n\"Yeah, it's a pity. I need to make it heavier\" Liaena observed dubiously as she petted the bird absently, glancing out of the door where the rough outlines of humans could increasingly be seen again as Hester fluttered into the air towards the new 'hatch'. \"Get us out of here, girl\"\n\n*\n\nOne of the last Sentinels to make it over the edge of the battlements looked extremely irritated and was carrying Liam, who was chalk white and looked visibly more wretched each time he dared to glance down to see how high up they were. \n\n\"Light….\"\n\nTaking one final glance over the scaffold, the boy gulped, then straightened his back along with his robes as he was plonked unceremoniously on his feet by his Night Elf, who then muttered something in Darnassian to her comrade with an audible snigger. \n\n\"Ehm. Right then.\"\n\nLiam glanced quickly up and down the scaffold as though he expected enemy guards to come crawling out of the woodwork, before shooting Sharon a quick look where he stood on Serphia's shoulder. \"Is everything alright? I heard a scream\"", "username": "Feychild", "char_name": null } ]
"Is everything alright? I heard a scream" Sharon, standing on Serphia's shoulder, a position which elevated him above everyone else in the group short of Serphia herself; gazed down at Liam with his arms folded. "No. The situation is quite under control I would say... " He muttered with a quiet voice, as his eyes drifted over to Rithrynn, who currently looked quite proud of her recent accomplishment. " ... however, we are going to need to talk about your idea of subduing civilians once this mission is over." Sharon said, shrugging his shoulders when he became the center of Serphia's eyes as the Captain obviously did not have anywhere near the same problem with Rithrynn turning the gnome into a sport event. "Just details that could get us into trouble later." A pointy leather hat emerged above the floor of the scaffolding beneath their feet as Alissah grabbed onto the edge of the wooden platform to pull herself onto it. The woman was carrying a long rope that was tied around her waist, and ran down all the way to the bottom of the reef below. But as she had put one knee onto the platform and reached out to grab the guard railing, a distant 'plonk' could be sounded from the mist below as the rope around her suddenly tightened and almost pulled her off the platform. "Dammit, dwarf!" Alissah hissed as she held on for dear life, almost about to produce a knife to cut the rope before the rope slackened; allowing the human to climb up onto the scaffolding with the rest of the team. As she stood up on the platform, she quickly removed the rope around her waist to wrap it around the nearest wooden support beam. Finishing her knotting, she would pull in the rope three times, before stepping back as it tightened. A distant whirring and creaking noise could be heard from below the platform as up and out of the mist; Smokey emerged. The dwarf was dangling back and forth on the rope, which was attached to the small wooden device that he had attached to his belt, and was currently rotating the levers on each side of the contraption to pull him up the rope with minimal effort. The dwarf in question had a rather relaxed pose as he ascended the side of the reef, literally lying vertical in the air with his big backpack hanging loosely below him as he rose through the air. One particular feature of the dwarf that was different from when they had last seen him on the ground however, was the fact that most of his upper body was now painted white! Including sections of his pants and backpack as well. The dwarf, despite his leisurely position, did not seem particular happy. Almost reaching the platform, the dwarf suddenly paused as a stick of dynamite fell out from his backpack and into the mist below! "Drat!" He cursed, before looking back towards the platform. "Eh, I got plenty where that 'un came from." Continuing to cycle the levers of his contraption to pull himself up to the scaffolding, the dwarf would place one leg onto the edge of the platform before stepping up onto it with his other. As he finally stood with a somewhat solid ground beneath his feet, he would gaze out across the rest of the group; his face and beard all painted white with fresh paint! "Who tha hell threw that bucket'o bloody paint?!" ------------------ The elevator shaft that Bella, Liaena and Hester had entered would turn out to be a long, dark and tenebrous tunnel that stretched far up through the very spine of the reef in an almost two hundred feet free drop! It was pitch black outside the elevator's oil lighted environment, and the air was noticeably heavier. Cables hung from the top of the darkened shaft, attached to the elevator wagon below them. Various tubes and pipelines were built into the stone walls of the shaft, occasionally spewing out hot steam that filled large parts of the elevator shaft as the heavy gears on each side of the elevator below them began to suddenly rotate. Whoever operated the elevator had obviously not gotten the news about the incident at the bottom, as the elevator below Bella and Liaena began to climb up through the elevator shaft and the heavy machinery around them broke into life. Further up ahead, there were three heavy bronze doors in the shaft where the elevator would dock at one of them. There were little indications as to where each door lead, short of some small, grime covered inscriptions on the exterior of the doors labeled the lowest 'storage', the second 'administration', and third 'barracks'.
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Sharon Daerin'Lei
Race: High Elf Age: 235 Description: 190 cm tall. Fairly slim figure, and physically fit. By human standards, he appears to be in his 20s. White skin with a slight tanned tone. His eyes are deep arcane blue with a mystical elven magical tint. His hair is blonde and flows to his neck. Usually clean shaved. Biography: A scholar and academic by profession. Sharon was born in Quel'Thalas, where he was raised. He traveled often and visited the human lands of Lordearon and its surrounding kingdoms, and even sometimes the dwarves during his travels. His academic career started in his homeland of Quel'Thalas, but he became closely acquainted to the circles of Dalaran in the human kingdom to the south, where he became a professor and spent his time tutoring students and delving deeper into the mysteries of the arcane arts together with his fellow colleagues. Besides his work in academia, he also lived a materialistic life of extravaganza and debauchery. His life changed with the outbreak of the Third War, as the Scourge lay waste to the great northern kingdoms, including his own Quel'Thalas, turning the continent's most sophisticated civilization into a lifeless graveyard. During the undeath onslaught, with his kingdom shattered and the human and elven armies ruined, Sharon choose to help the human resistance in their struggle for survival and in aiding refugees escape the all consuming legions of the damned, and followed them south. The conflict permanently changed Sharon; the exposure to the sheer horrors and mindless brutality of the Scourge had been a humbling experience and a wakeup call. Having lost his home, and with the vast majority of his friends and family now dead, he devoted much of his time to helping the denizens of Stormwind, and joined the Silver Covenant as he pursued the reconstruction of Dalaran. Even after the the magical city of Dalaran was completed, Sharon choose to remain in Stormwind. Part in due to financial difficulties, and partly because he never could feel quite at home in Dalaran after its first ruination. But even then he often visited the city, to give lectures and share his studies and findings with fellow colleagues, much like he had done before the war.
[ { "text": "\"You have to admit that it was kind of cool!\" Rithrynn argued in her defense to the little High Elf positioned on her Captain's shoulders, extending her arms towards him in a gesture.\n\n\"Who tha hell threw that bucket'o bloody paint?!\"\n\nSilence immediately fell upon the crowd when the dwarf loudly announced his question. Rithrynn's head, which had been initially focused on Sharon, snapped around to look at the dwarf who looked like some poor attempt to appear as a ghost, being completely white almost from head to toe! Although he had succeeded in gaining the attention of every Night Elf on the platform, no one said a word.\n\nThe most noteworthy amount of feedback the dwarf ever succeeded in gaining was a faint snicker coming from somewhere in the back of ranks of the Night Elves, his appearance clearly having inspired a level of restrained bemusement by the elves!\n\nRithrynn and Serphia exchanged looks, before both of them suddenly gave Sharon a hard 'don't tell' look!\n\n\"This is a stealth mission! Keep your voice down, dwarf!\" Finally came some words from Serphia's mouth as the Captain looked down at Smokey, clearly determined to derail the entire conversation. Or, depending on your perspective, put it back on its original track!\n\"We have a castle to infiltrate! Let us not wait around until the monkeys inside manage to discover us! Come!\"\n\nAnd with that, the Night Elves, lead by Serphia, and closely followed by every other non-Night Elf in the party, began to make their way up through the precarious wooden scaffolding that was the only thing keeping them from entering a free fall from the walls of the castle and down the steep reef side!\n\nFortunately, both of the Night Elves and perhaps for anyone else, there were no other workers visible on this side of the castle short of the Gnome Rithrynn had turned airborne.\n\nArriving at an upper section of the scaffolding where a wooden ramp lead up onto the outer battlements of the castle, Serphia motioned for the rest of the group to halt behind her as they stood hidden between the wooden structure and canvas of the scaffolding.\n\n\"We are about to enter the fort.\" Serphia said as she crouched down, her face turning to look down at the little elf on her shoulder.\n\"Where do you think that little human damsel of yours is?\"", "username": "Rithy", "char_name": "Rithrynn Syn'Dial" }, { "text": "\"They've got some serious engineering going on here. They must have got gnomes in\" Liaena muttered almost admiringly as she studied the dark walls, lined with pipes, cogs and valves. \"Give us some more light, would you?\"\n\n\"I am not a torch\" Bella grumbled as she obliged, murmuring the words of a prayer under her breath as her hand glowed with weak Light. The girl took a nervous look below them, where the rumbling of the elevator gaining on them was apparent. \"What do we do about that, Liaena? When that arrives, they'll raise the alarm!\"\n\n\"Yeah, yeah, I know\" Liaena responded absently as she dug a vial out of her pocket, surveying the creaking and groaning machinery as Hester fluttered past. \"That looks important\"\n\nAnd with that, the girl hurled the vial straight into one of the valves that had just been gushing steam, the tiny bottle of liquid clattering audible down the pipe into the bowels of the machine. Bella's eyes widened as she watched it disappear, while Hester squawked and put on a noticeable burst of speed. \"What did you….?\"\n\nA dull explosion reverberated somewhere inside the depths of the machine, to be followed by another. Below, the elevator stalled with a horrible squeal, as several pipes started to buckle at the seams from internal pressure and valves started to spew gas and boiling steam. Hester clucked and beat her wings frantically to escape from the storm that was brewing, even as a valve right next to them shuddered to burst its rivets and blast them with a plume of superheated steam. \n\n….\n\n\"This is the…stupidest thing….you have ever done\" \n\nBella wheezed as she released the weakened shield around them, the girl clutching at Liaena's shoulder as she gasped for breath in the air, which was still horribly hot and tasted vile. Looking below them again, the stalled elevator was now only visible from the lights inside it. \"There's guys in there! This'll kill them!\"\n\n\"Please, that elevator was full of gas. There's no way they'd have got back inside yet…\" Liaena muttered as she surveyed the scene around them, searching for an escape route. Other than the three doors up ahead, there seemed to be nothing other than the valves….and for once, she didn't feel like pushing her luck with that. Considering her options, she weighed up the potential threat levels of 'Soldiers', 'Sailors', and 'Bureaucrats', and came up with 'Sailors' as the least dangerous option. \n\nThere was a very narrow metal ledge to the 'storage' door, where presumably the lift was supposed to dock. Bella was coughing up her lungs behind her as Liaena ran her hands over the heavy metal finish, before fishing in her robes pocket to produce – the 'elephant rifle' she had acquired from Dimpsi a few days ago. Opening the barrel, she fished out one of the bullets that armed it, before jamming aforementioned bullet roughly into the crack between the two doors, and wedging it in fully with a hard kick. \n\n\"What – caff – is – caff – that!?\" Bella wheezed as Liaena backed away, clambering back onto the now distinctly dishevelled bird that was huddling close to the wall, as she levelled her gun at the door. \n\n\"Expanding gunk\" Liaena said matter-of-factly, before coughing as she aimed carefully at where she had located the pellet. The ominous rumbling coming from below them very clearly stated that they should be leaving the shaft sooner rather than later. \"Impact released. Should – caff – do for a door\"", "username": "Feychild", "char_name": null } ]
Sharon gazed across the wooden ramp and onto the ramparts. All he could see was one lone armored chevalier casually walking along the wall, whistling on a rather cheerful tone beneath his helmet as he passed the rampart and disappeared into one of the many guard towers dotting the ramparts. "Deep down. Kind of like your Falere." Sharon commented, giving a small smile back at Serphia when the Captain turned to give him a nasty look. "Except in the castle, naturally. Dungeons are usually located deep within the building." Turning to look away from Serphia and towards the castle, Sharon pointed towards the complex of large stone buildings that made up the core of the fort. "But first, we need access to the main buildings. Once we have it, we should be able to find a way down into the lower levels of the castle." "Then we need to move. The patrol will eventually come back." Alissah explained, before the human suddenly walked past the group and crossed the wooden ramp to jump down onto the ramparts on the other side. Taking a moment to look to either side, she eventually signaled for the rest of the group that it was safe to follow. "Down the stairs, to the yard. There should be an entrance to the main buildings somewhere there." Sharon instructed as he guided Serphia and the Night Elves down towards the small yard. Although they were entering the fort, there were few signs of any White Hand soldiers. The walls were quiet, and only a few faint figures could be seen through the night on the other side of the castle, as well as the occasional movement in the lit windows of the castle. As they arrived at the bottom of the stairs however, it soon became apparent that they were stuck in a small alleyway with a solid metal door blocking the path ahead of them. But before Sharon could even utter a sentence, Smokey had stepped forward! "No worries! The maestro's got this one!" Smokey explained with full confidence as the dwarf, still mostly white, approached the metal gate and attached a small satchel which he squeezed inbetween the side of the door. Fiddling through his many pockets, he eventually retrieved an ivory adorned lighter and heavy dwarven cigar. Using the lighter to light his cigar before putting it back into his pocket, the dwarf took a deep breath on the cigar, before gently tipping the hot cinders of his cigar onto the small cloth satchel he had shoved into the side of the door. A small explosion immediately occurred, and the metal door swung open, revealing the warmer interiors of what seemed like to be a barracks of some sort. "Solved! Hehe!" Smokey exclaimed triumphantly while blowing out a heavy cloud of smoke as he turned towards the group. "You idiot! Every fool within a hundred feet must have heard that explosion!" Alissah sneered angrily at the dwarf, quickly rushing up to the door to look inside to see if anyone was coming! "Buu-huu, next maybe you could try a 'thank you' for making sure we didn't remain sitting ducks down here!" Smokey complained back at the woman, clearly not agreeing to the criticism of his work! In the meantime, Sharon had already buried parts of his face behind his glove as he leaned against Serphia's cheek. "This is not going to end well... " --------------------------------- "We have received reports of a mechanical failure of some kind down in the base level of the elevator in sector N." Said one of the chevaliers as the group walked towards a large set of heavy duty bronze doors that were built into the wall in front of them. The room that they were standing in was a larger, open hall with rows of heavy stone pillars supporting the naked cave roof above them, carrying clear signs of dwarven architecture in them in their rectangular shape and sharp corners. Much like the cove below, the large hall seemed like it had been mined directly out of the reef itself, before being built into, with multiple bare cave walls breaking the pattern of block walls. The hall appeared to be a vast storage, sectioned into different parts labeled everything from 'food', 'utility' to 'ammunition'. An elaborate network of rails had been built into the floor and sides, clearly designed to ferry heavier goods from the elevator. Some smaller rope driven loading bays could also be found in the various corners of the room, and judging by their labels lead to the various cannon positions around the battlements. The group that now stood in front of the heavy bronze doors of the elevator shaft consisted of two chevaliers wielding swords and a halberd, one armored White Hand battle mage, two rather bored and impartial looking storage workers in simple blue linen uniforms, and a rather annoyed looking bald gnome in a heavy leather apron who gazed at the door with utmost dismay through his large goggles. "This is the fourth malfunction we've had in one month! I told the administration time and time again that this is what happens when you outsource component production to the lowest bidders! Those goblin parts are messing up my brilliant design once again! I did not spend two months designing this system for it to be ruined by cheap solutions!" The gnome, Arolf Steamtrinket, ranted on as he pointed angrily at the door. "They said something about there being a gas leak of some kind." The chevalier next to the gnome continued, as Arolf looked up towards him. "My ingenious system is driven purely by steam! Unless they forgot to turn on the ventilation for the coal ovens, there should be no chemicals free at all!" Arolf's furious ramblings were cut short however as a deep, metallic groan suddenly emerged from the heavy bronze doors in front of them, which made the entire group look towards it with sudden curiosity. Slowly but surely, something began to push the heavy bronze doors apart, as the heavy gears and machinery holding them in place let out a trembling mechanical roar. Between the doors, a thick, green blob of goo could be seen seeping out between the doors which had managed to push the doors a dozen inches or more apart despite their attempt to automatically shut! "Oh by the holy blitzfuse! The grey-goo worst case scenario has occurred, the nanobots have come to consume the world! Just like Thinker Ripzgeld predicted!" Arolf exclaimed, the gnome struck by a sudden onset of terror as he gazed at the expanding goo between the doors. The surrounding humans, although they looked startled by the gnome's reactions and the mysterious goo, seemed instead more confused than afraid! "Nano-bot what? What's a 'nano'!?"
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Sharon Daerin'Lei
Race: High Elf Age: 235 Description: 190 cm tall. Fairly slim figure, and physically fit. By human standards, he appears to be in his 20s. White skin with a slight tanned tone. His eyes are deep arcane blue with a mystical elven magical tint. His hair is blonde and flows to his neck. Usually clean shaved. Biography: A scholar and academic by profession. Sharon was born in Quel'Thalas, where he was raised. He traveled often and visited the human lands of Lordearon and its surrounding kingdoms, and even sometimes the dwarves during his travels. His academic career started in his homeland of Quel'Thalas, but he became closely acquainted to the circles of Dalaran in the human kingdom to the south, where he became a professor and spent his time tutoring students and delving deeper into the mysteries of the arcane arts together with his fellow colleagues. Besides his work in academia, he also lived a materialistic life of extravaganza and debauchery. His life changed with the outbreak of the Third War, as the Scourge lay waste to the great northern kingdoms, including his own Quel'Thalas, turning the continent's most sophisticated civilization into a lifeless graveyard. During the undeath onslaught, with his kingdom shattered and the human and elven armies ruined, Sharon choose to help the human resistance in their struggle for survival and in aiding refugees escape the all consuming legions of the damned, and followed them south. The conflict permanently changed Sharon; the exposure to the sheer horrors and mindless brutality of the Scourge had been a humbling experience and a wakeup call. Having lost his home, and with the vast majority of his friends and family now dead, he devoted much of his time to helping the denizens of Stormwind, and joined the Silver Covenant as he pursued the reconstruction of Dalaran. Even after the the magical city of Dalaran was completed, Sharon choose to remain in Stormwind. Part in due to financial difficulties, and partly because he never could feel quite at home in Dalaran after its first ruination. But even then he often visited the city, to give lectures and share his studies and findings with fellow colleagues, much like he had done before the war.
[ { "text": "\"You idiot! Every fool within a hundred feet must have heard that explosion!\"\n\n\"Then let us not tarry.\" Serphia commented in a cool manner as the Captain walked past Alissah, ignoring the whining from the dwarf as she entered the barrack, shortly followed by the rest of her sentinels. \n\nThe part of the barrack that they had entered featured a longer hallway with doors on either side, alongside the occasional banner, shelf and billboard featuring duties and events from washing lists to 'spring barbeque at Monday 17:30 in the southern tower'.\n\n\"Your curious choice of hirelings makes me wonder if you have some kind of natural affinity towards danger, High Elf.\" Serphia spoke as she strode through the hallway of the barrack. Suddenly, a door to her right was opened as a White Hand sergeant, wearing a silk night gown and hat, appeared in it!\n\n\"Who is the fool who discharged his weapo,-\"\n\n*SMACK!*\n\nBut the sergeant was immediately met by the backside of Serphia's armored fist as she brought it up into the man's face in a lightning fast strike! The sergeant was thrown back through his room, falling unconscious back into his bed! \n\nKicking the door to his room shut, Serphia turned to look towards the rest of her sentinels.\n\n\"Bar the doors, it should delay the reinforcements!\" She announced to her sisters, all of whom quickly dispersed to either side as they grabbed everything from chairs, shelves to ripping planks directly out of the architecture to use them to block the doors around the barracks. Voices and activity could be heard from the other side of the many doors, some of the door handles beginning to move as the occupants of the room soon discovered that they were being barred in.\n\nUnsheathing her sleek elven dual swords, Serphia marched through the corridor with long strides, the rest of her sentinels finishing up the barricades of the doors to converge behind their Captain. Rithrynn and Vashi walked on either side of Serphia, Rithrynn with a bow and arrow at the ready.\n\n\"What's that?\" Serphia suddenly asked as they had traveled deeper into the structure of the castle, only to come across a set of heavy bronze doors directly to their left. Leaning her head slightly towards the High Elf on her shoulder, careful not to smother him, she pointed towards the doors with the tip of her sword.\n\"You didn't tell me that they had a bunker inside the very castle.\"", "username": "Rithy", "char_name": "Rithrynn Syn'Dial" }, { "text": "As the double doors cracked open, with it came a billowing torrent of smoke and nasty, fetid gases that rushed into the room and made the occupants back away, suddenly blinded, as they gagged and coughed for breath. In all the chaos, a white bird fluttered wearily through the crack to land heavily on the stone floor, and rush behind one of the many crates scattered around the huge storeroom. \n\nDown below, whatever explosion that had been building in the depths of the machinery, was finally unleashed. The blast rippled through the shaft, scalding hot steam erupting through the thin crack that has been left by Liaena's goo-bomb. Up above, the bronze doors that Serphia was inspecting rattled violently under the strain, as the entire fort trembled slightly. \n\n\"AAAARGH! MY EYES! MY EYES!\"\n\n\"MY SYSTEM! …THE PIPEWORK! IT WAS SO BEAUTIFUL!\"\n\n\"I think you've poisoned me\" Bella whimpered quietly, mostly hidden where she had tried to slink under Hesters wing. Liaena shifted aside fluff to give her a hard poke. The tired owl grumbled audibly, ruffling her feathers before she sank down in a classic 'I am going nowhere' pose on her butt. \n\n\"Come on. We need to go, while they're still distracted\"\n\n\"Go where!?\"\n\n\"The dungeons\"\n\n\"…Oh, goodie. That shouldn't be a problem then\" Bella griped as she followed Liaena. The little girl ran across the floor, using crates as shelters and pit stops as she finally reached the wall. \"Why don't we just stay here? We'll be given an escort. And you'd deserve it, you maniac – mmgh!\"\n\nThe girl was cut off as Liaena clamped a hand over her mouth, both girls shrinking against the stone wall as one of the doors cut into it slammed open and several more of the labourers, plus one guard, charged into the room. \"Arolf! The hell just happened!?\"\n\n\"Some maniac….just ruined my pride and joy\" Arolf sniffed, using his sleeve to wipe away a flood of tears. Given his low vantage point, the gnome had completely missed the blast that had left his companions screaming and cursing in pain. Nor did he seem overly troubled by their plight, as he ran his hands tenderly over the steel door. \"My child…I am so sorry\"\n\n\"How in the light are we ever going to find the dungeons? This place is like a maze!\" Bella hissed into Liaena's ear. Liaena resisted the urge to swat her, before rubbing her nose thoughtfully and glancing around the room. There were at least four exits, and an arch that led to another part of the vast storeroom. \"Hrm.\"\n\n\"…..\"\n\n-cluck-\n\nLooking up, the two girls stared across the room to where Hester had alighted next to one of the exits, a firmly shut door. The owl gave them a very obvious 'wtf are you doing' stare across the room, before starting to stab her beak at the door viciously. \n\n\"That chicken is a genius sometimes….come on. Lets go\" Liaena breathed as she started to make her way determinedly towards that door, sticking close to the wall and staying in the shadow as the shouting continued behind them. Bella followed, throwing many nervous glances behind them. \"…So we're just following that bird? That's the plan?\"\n\n\"Have you got a better one?\"\n\n\"Leave?\"\n\n\"Nope.\"", "username": "Feychild", "char_name": null } ]
"We need some stretchers over here. Get some wet towels for the burns." A White Hand battle mage called out as she stepped out of the door next to Bella and Liaena. Two men carrying a bunch of stretchers beneath their arms quickly rushed past her as they headed towards the elevator, which was now filling the top of the room with heavy, darkened steam. However, there appeared to be ventilation grates in the roof of the storage through which the steam escaped. None of the mercenaries seemed to notice the small figures of Liaena and Bella skittering around in the shadow of their feet. That was however only until the White Hand Battlemage turned around and shook her head in disappointment, when her eyes suddenly fell on Liaena and Bella through her visors. When she first spotted the tiny figures running around beneath the crates and boxes, she first did not believe her own eyes. But the battlemage soon returned to her senses after an initial period of disbelief, suddenly pointing down towards Liaena and Bella as they scurried across the floor. "Intruders, get them!" She called out loudly! Unfortunately for her, there were no one except a single auburn haired storage girls in simple leather outfit who heard her - the rest of the White Hand mercenaries being preoccupied with the small disaster at the elevator. At first, the storage girl simply threw the Battle Mage a weird look as she pointed at the floor. "There!" The battle mage cried out again, and finally the storage girl spotted the tiny figures of Liaena and Bella as they ran! "Don't let them get away!" The Battle Mage said as she suddenly began to summon on a spell, her hands gaining a faint blue glow as she prepared to cast it. A couple of feet behind her, the storage girl had finally gotten her butt in gear, and began to run towards her to help in the chase! -------------------------------------------- Whether intentional or not on Serphia's part, Sharon was immediately grinded down into her shoulder by her cheek as the very floor beneath their feet shook with tremendous force! Even the massive bronze doors of the elevators were rattled by the tremors from within the spine of the reef itself, and Sharon was quick to push himself back onto his feet. "By the light!" He first exclaimed, as surprised as any of the Night Elves in the group, before suddenly pausing. " ... yes, that sounded definitely like Liaena's work." Quickly turning to look back up at Serphia, he began to point towards the nearby corridor next to the elevator. "This castle was built in cooperation with the Stormwind military, and most probably to regulations! That means that, in accordance to the Royal Health & Safety regulations, there has got to be a set of stairs or two leading down to the very same place as that of the elevator in case of emergency, such as fire, earthquake... or Liaena." "Hostiles in the barrack!" Suddenly sounded a voice from up above. On the walkway surrounding the second level of the hall to the elevator above them suddenly arrived four White Hand chevaliers and one battle mage. Two of them were armed with muskets, and the remainder two with rapier & pistol and a vicious looking halberd. "Can I open fire, sir?" "What? THEY'RE INVADING US! OPEN FIRE DAMMIT!" The White Hand sergeant fiercely replied to the question from one of the chevaliers, and soon three of the chevaliers aimed their firearms down at the lower level towards where Serphia and her elves were, as the battle mage next to them began to cast a spell! "FIRE!"
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Sinerathin
Sharon Daerin'Lei
Race: High Elf Age: 235 Description: 190 cm tall. Fairly slim figure, and physically fit. By human standards, he appears to be in his 20s. White skin with a slight tanned tone. His eyes are deep arcane blue with a mystical elven magical tint. His hair is blonde and flows to his neck. Usually clean shaved. Biography: A scholar and academic by profession. Sharon was born in Quel'Thalas, where he was raised. He traveled often and visited the human lands of Lordearon and its surrounding kingdoms, and even sometimes the dwarves during his travels. His academic career started in his homeland of Quel'Thalas, but he became closely acquainted to the circles of Dalaran in the human kingdom to the south, where he became a professor and spent his time tutoring students and delving deeper into the mysteries of the arcane arts together with his fellow colleagues. Besides his work in academia, he also lived a materialistic life of extravaganza and debauchery. His life changed with the outbreak of the Third War, as the Scourge lay waste to the great northern kingdoms, including his own Quel'Thalas, turning the continent's most sophisticated civilization into a lifeless graveyard. During the undeath onslaught, with his kingdom shattered and the human and elven armies ruined, Sharon choose to help the human resistance in their struggle for survival and in aiding refugees escape the all consuming legions of the damned, and followed them south. The conflict permanently changed Sharon; the exposure to the sheer horrors and mindless brutality of the Scourge had been a humbling experience and a wakeup call. Having lost his home, and with the vast majority of his friends and family now dead, he devoted much of his time to helping the denizens of Stormwind, and joined the Silver Covenant as he pursued the reconstruction of Dalaran. Even after the the magical city of Dalaran was completed, Sharon choose to remain in Stormwind. Part in due to financial difficulties, and partly because he never could feel quite at home in Dalaran after its first ruination. But even then he often visited the city, to give lectures and share his studies and findings with fellow colleagues, much like he had done before the war.
[ { "text": "\"... I have to say, my brother surprises me yet again.\"\n\n\"Given that you have let him build himself so strong in your very home city makes me suspect that him surprising you is rather normal by now.\" Serphia commented while also gazing up at the grim doors to the catacomb with her arms folded together beneath her chest. When the smaller High Elf leaned against her cheek, Serphia couldn't resist cocking her head to the side, slightly squeezing Sharon down into her shoulder!\n\nWith the pause in their advance throughout the underground complex, the sentinels had dispersed throughout the room. Some were standing alongside Rithrynn and Serphia and watching the door as the dwarf worked on it from a distance, others had gone to take a seat on some nearby stone slabs, while the ones in the back had turned to face the way they had come from to set up an overwatch.\n\n\"Why do they need a catacomb in the first place?\" Sounded a question from one of the sentinels behind Serphia. \n\"I thought that big church thing they had back in the city was where they took the bodies of the dead.\"\n\n\"I believe they call it a Cattydral or something.\" Commented another one of the sentinels.\n\n\"Big difference!\"\n\nSerphia, who had been leaning her head on top of Sharon, ceased and straightened her head back up while moving one ear towards the sentinels behind her.\n\n\"He is a Death Knight. Maybe he is making a secret undead army down here?\" Rithrynn suggested, gaining her the attention of many of her sisters, including Serphia.\n\n\"Undead. You heard that, human?\" Serphia spoke more loudly as she directed her voice towards Liam in the back.\n\"Maybe before this is over, you will have a chance to put that little 'light' of yours to some use!\"\n\nSerphia exclaimed in a mocking tone, as a faint snicker could be heard from the rest of the sentinels standing around Liam! Rithrynn, who was standing next to Liam, took a step towards the human to place an arm on his shoulder.\n\n\"Eh, it really shouldn't be so difficult.\" Rithrynn said in a lower voice as she leaned towards Liam.\n\"I know one human who was even smaller than you, and she had no trouble dealing with undead! Just, trust your instincts, and I'm sure you will not be possessed by any evil, unholy spirits that will turn you against us or send you in an unholy rampage to destroy parts of the city you care for.\"", "username": "Rithy", "char_name": "Rithrynn Syn'Dial" }, { "text": "Liam, who had been looking at the doors with a slightly glazed over stare, cast a now slightly more worried glance up at Rithrynn at her comment. \"….is that likely?\"\n\n\"…...\"\n\nReceiving nothing but blank stares from the other sentinels at this, the man turned slightly more pale as he took a step forward towards the door Smokey was now busily wedging dynamite sticks into. \"Well. I'll make an effort not to do that then\"\n\n*\n\n\"Who puts catacombs in a fortress?\" Bella enquired in an nervous, over-loud whisper. The mini priestess was now comfortably riding in the girl's breast pocket, her comment the only sound in the tomb other than Liaena's gasps as she ran, and the distant shouting. \n\n\"Maybe…they didn't want to pay Cathedral rent?\" Liaena suggested breathlessly, as she eased Hester into a more comfortable position where she was riding in her bag. The owl was looking more upset at the loss of her most glamorous tail-feathers than she was pained from her injury as she returned the girl's favour with a nip. The little ex-priestess was rather glad she was preoccupied with the task of fleeing such obvious Bad News, as it allowed her to distract herself from how much the tombs truly gave her the creeps. \"….who would Sherpa keep in a place like this?\"\n\n\"Get that extra bar in! For the love of the Light man, put your back into it!\"\n\nSkidding to a half at the nearby shouts, Liaena crept closer to the side of a shelf - empty, aside for one coffin on the very far end and started to stalk quietly along it towards the voices. \n\nOf the three men trying their hardest to strap every additional reinforcement that they could lay hands on to the huge iron doors, one appeared to be the leader and was also the one doing most of the yelling at the other two. Of the others, one man appeared to be particularly ill at ease as he perpetually glanced behind him at the dark halls. \"….I think I saw movement back there, Sarge\"\n\n\"Nothing in here alive except us, man – and we won't be that either less you put your back into it\" the Sergeant snapped back as Liaena peeked around the edge of the shelves at them. Watching them, a distinctly mean idea couldn't help but spawn in her mind as she quietly produced a small spherical bomb out of her satchel, crouching it down to roll it quietly along the floor towards them. \n\nHester meanwhile, ruffled her – remaining – feathers angrily at being so rudely disturbed in Liaena's quest for her bomb. Fluffing up like an ill-intentioned pom-pom, the bird let out the most horrendous screech into the dark. \"BWAAAAAAAARRRK!\"\n\n\"GAAAH!\"\n\nThe nervous chevalier jumped about half a metre into the air at the noise as he dropped his end of the heavy beam he was carrying in his shock. The other let out a horrible scream of pain that merged beautifully with the little owl sounds as the solid wood slipped out of his fingers and landed on his foot. \"AHHHH!\"\n\n-psssshhhhhhhhh-\n\nHaving trundled all the way over to the three men now thoroughly distracted, there was a quiet 'click' inside the bomb before it started to emit a cloud of white smoke that rose up ominously around the three men. One of them already cursing and clutching his foot, the nervy guard let out a croak that sounded like 'I knew it', as the sergeant stared furiously around them now holding his sabre. \"Who's there! Show yourself, or I swear I'll –\"\n\nBLAM\n\nFlying through the air like a Frisbee, the solid stone coffin nailed the sergeant square in the abdomen and sending him rocketing back, plus coffin, towards the heavy iron door. \n\nOn the other side, Smokey rubbed his hands together with satisfaction and started to back away from the door, ushering Liam back who had just stepped forward. Faint cries could be heard through the iron doors at this point, but the dwarf was oblivious to all but his own creation of loving destruction. \"Stand back now, stand back Laydees 'n gents. I don't want any o' my beauties to hurt ya. Least not till I've bin paid for this\"\n\nLiam allowed himself to be shunted back graciously, more preoccupied with staring at the door from which a very heavy 'thud' had just emitted. \"Those sound too solid to be spirits\"\n\nBOOOOM\n\nThe dynamite stuck into the lock of the door detonated, sparking up and down the hinges and centreline of the doors in a chain reaction with the other explosives as they all went up at once, shattering the hinges from the wall and central bolts from each other! The doors quivered, before falling towards the Night Elven party with thunderous finality as the closest immediately jumped back. \n\nYanked back by the Night Elf he was standing next to (Rithrynn), Liam hit the ground just as what appeared to be a stone cannonball with a purple chevalier plastered to it rocketed out of the gloom and clean over his head. Serphia, who had remained resolutely upright and proud even in the force of the explosion, barely had time to widen her eyes in surprise before the coffin ploughed right into her stomach and sent her, plus chevalier, plus coffin, plastered against the opposite wall further down the corridor. \n\n\"Hrm.\"\n\nLiaena muttered as she stared into the clouds of smoke and dust, quietly debating the explosive power of her assault which she was reasonable sure had started off lower than what had just transpired. The girl stepped over two groaning chevaliers as she cautiously moved towards the doorway. Waving away the smog a long eared shadow reared up in the gloom which became Rithrynn, Liam coughing away the dust under one arm. \n\n\"…Hi Rithrynn\" Liaena said finally, a smirk appearing on her face as she looked at the Night Elf. Surveying the scene, her eyes passed over the general destruction, the regrouping elves clambering to their feet and Serphia working at dislodging herself from under a coffin with her face black as thunder before she pointed at a chevalier at her feet. \"Uh, that was him\"\n\n\"That was you\" Bella remarked snidely from her shoulder. Liaena cast her a black look, before stabbing a finger down at the chevalier. \"Ok, but because of him. Do try to keep up\"", "username": "Feychild", "char_name": null } ]
Standing on top of Serphia's shoulder, Sharon might have felt a little untouchable and above most threats short of Serphia's own ire. However, what the High Elf could not really expect would be the flying stone coffin that shot out from behind the door in the middle of the explosion, and headed straight for the Captain. Much like Serphia, Sharon barely had time to raise a brow as he stood on Serphia's shoulder, before the coffin hit. When he blinked, he realized that he was no longer standing on Serphia's shoulder anymore, the Night Elf having been cannoned through the room by the flying coffin traveling at an explosive express speed, only to crash into one of the walls behind them! While Sharon had simply been standing on the Captain, and not in any way attached to her whatsoever, he had not escaped all ill. Without the Captain's shoulder to stand on, he soon realized that he was standing eight feet up in thin air in the absence of a large Night Elf below him. And for a High Elf no more than a few inches, that was a big drop. "Well shiiIIAAAIIIIII!" Sharon exclaimed as he began to fall, threatening to land face flat onto the stone floor before re positioning himself mid air to land gracefully on his feet and hands. His much reduced size had at least garnered him much more sympathy from the laws of gravity. "The bigger they are the harder they fall... " Sharon thought as he looked back on Serphia, before facing to look back at the floor. " ... I'm glad it works the other way around as well." Where the mysterious coffin had come from in the first place was an enigma, or at least it was until Sharon saw the next person to walk out from the dust and raining debris from the catacombs. "Liaena, it's good to see safe and sound!" Sharon exclaimed as he walked forward with his staff, waving up at the girl who at the moment was like a giant. Standing next to an even bigger giant, Rithrynn! Indeed, while standing at their feet, Rithrynn's already minimalistic sentinel uniform did not exactly become any less revealing. But however joyful the High Elf may have been to see Liaena, he soon gained a more confused expression as he looked up at Liaena. "But... our, 'intel' suggested that that the dungeon was this way... so what are you doing down here? Did you find any trace of Kathlin yet?"
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Sinerathin
Sharon Daerin'Lei
Race: High Elf Age: 235 Description: 190 cm tall. Fairly slim figure, and physically fit. By human standards, he appears to be in his 20s. White skin with a slight tanned tone. His eyes are deep arcane blue with a mystical elven magical tint. His hair is blonde and flows to his neck. Usually clean shaved. Biography: A scholar and academic by profession. Sharon was born in Quel'Thalas, where he was raised. He traveled often and visited the human lands of Lordearon and its surrounding kingdoms, and even sometimes the dwarves during his travels. His academic career started in his homeland of Quel'Thalas, but he became closely acquainted to the circles of Dalaran in the human kingdom to the south, where he became a professor and spent his time tutoring students and delving deeper into the mysteries of the arcane arts together with his fellow colleagues. Besides his work in academia, he also lived a materialistic life of extravaganza and debauchery. His life changed with the outbreak of the Third War, as the Scourge lay waste to the great northern kingdoms, including his own Quel'Thalas, turning the continent's most sophisticated civilization into a lifeless graveyard. During the undeath onslaught, with his kingdom shattered and the human and elven armies ruined, Sharon choose to help the human resistance in their struggle for survival and in aiding refugees escape the all consuming legions of the damned, and followed them south. The conflict permanently changed Sharon; the exposure to the sheer horrors and mindless brutality of the Scourge had been a humbling experience and a wakeup call. Having lost his home, and with the vast majority of his friends and family now dead, he devoted much of his time to helping the denizens of Stormwind, and joined the Silver Covenant as he pursued the reconstruction of Dalaran. Even after the the magical city of Dalaran was completed, Sharon choose to remain in Stormwind. Part in due to financial difficulties, and partly because he never could feel quite at home in Dalaran after its first ruination. But even then he often visited the city, to give lectures and share his studies and findings with fellow colleagues, much like he had done before the war.
[ { "text": "Liaena glowered after Serphia as the big Night Elf stepped away, the words 'degenerated midget' still ringing in the room. \"Why don't you just go and - mmph!\"\n\n\"Would don't you just go and shut up!\" \nBella hissed into her ear after a large purple hand landed over Liaena's mouth, with Rithrynn nodding and smiling after her Captain. \"Yes Mistress! Of course Mistress!\"\n\n\"You might want to leave it\" Liam added dubiously, also looking after Serphia nervously as he got up to brush himself off. \"For a moment there, I thought that was going to get nasty\"\n\n\".....\"\n\n\"Fine...\" Liaena grumbled through Rithrynn's hand. Giving the Night Elf a poke, Rithrynn gave her a warning glare of 'don't you dare!' in return as she finally released the girl and stepped away. \"There's a Death Knight following me\"\n\n\"....What?\"\n\n\"That was a Death Knight!?\" \nBella enquired suddenly from her shoulder. Liaena glanced briefly in her direction. \"Probably. Undead as well. I think\"\n\n\"Wonderful\" Liam muttered faintly, trailing after the girl as she made a beeline for Serphia, looking up at Sharon where he sat on her shoulder. \"These tombs are a maze, Sharon. Hester was helping me navigate, but she got cut by some sort of Giant Undead thing, with a Runeblade. I think I lost it back in the tunnels, but it's probably looking for us now\"\n\n\"Got cut? Ow\" Liam enquired as he reached for the small bird resting on top of her satchel, the owl rewarding him with a peck as he lifted her up to examine her severed feathers carefully. \"...this is infected already, Liaena. It needs cleaning\"\n\n\"I know. Hold her still, would you?\" Liaena responded as she produced a small vial out of her bag, the owl giving her a clear 'don't you dare!' look as she started to try and struggle out of Liam's restraining hands. \"Now don't be such a baby. It's for your own good\"", "username": "Feychild", "char_name": null }, { "text": "Squawks of fear and dread soon filled the otherwise dead silence of the catacombs they were in, as Hester was administered the potion by Liaena; all the while flapping her wings around and twisting and turning like a frenzied ball of feathers as she was being held by Liam, the latter making sure to hold his face a good way away from the rabid owl for obvious safety issues and concerns for his eyes!\n\n\"That thing was guiding you through this place? Rithrynn suddenly asked as she looked over Liaena's shoulder as she stood behind the girl, now donning a look of confusion as she looked down at Hester.\n\"How does that thing even knows where anything is in this castle!?\"\n\nRithrynn inquired, obviously not satisfied with the idea that Hester possessed some innate, magical clairvoyant powers! A more likely scenario in her mind would be that the cursed owl was obviously just following the trail of the scent of a chocolate bar dropped by one of the White Hand mercenaries.\n\n\"Feathered glutton!\"\n\nSerphia, wiping off a last smirk of delight; turned to look towards the entrance to the catacombs. For a couple of moments, she merely stared through the clearing clouds of mist and into the seemingly endless darkness of the catacombs. \n\n\"So... the dungeons are through the catacombs somewhere... \" She muttered, her eyes shifting over to Liaena who was trying to heal a rather ungrateful owl!\n\" ... who obviously have more than two exits, considering that she came from them.\"\n\nSerphia reasoned as she looked down at the smaller High Elf sitting on her shoulder. Motioning behind her with one hand, the sentinel Vashi suddenly stepped up besides her.\n\n\"Oh, anything you need, mistress?!\" Vashi exclaimed, seemingly hyper at a chance of getting to prove her worth. Not answering her question verbally, Serphia instead pointed at the tenebrous catacombs in front of them. Soon realizing what she meant, Vashi summoned a magical sphere of light which she launched in a slow-moving pace through the air and into the catacombs ahead of them, illuminating their path and chasing away the shadows.\n\nAlthough Serphia and her elves may have had a naturally superior night vision than that of the rest of the 'lesser races' in the group, the idea of friendly fire from the latter in case something spooked them in the catacombs did not fly well with her. And neither did the idea of Smokey trying to trail through the labyrinth ahead in complete blindness, fearing that if the dwarf simply fell he might prematurely detonate his explosive and wipe out the party there and then!\n\n\"By the way, next time you see a coffin or any woeful object come flying towards me, do try to do something other than just watching.\" Serphia finally added as she looked towards Sharon as she began to step towards the entrance to the catacombs.", "username": "Rithy", "char_name": "Rithrynn Syn'Dial" } ]
"A death knight?" Sharon responded to the recent information from Liaena. "This is troubling news." Indeed, Sharon had anticipated some undead and a Death Knight, but the Death Knight that he had anticipated was his brother, Sherpa only. Now there was another Death Knight it seemed! Fighting one would be bad enough, and if they ran into them both at the same time, the High Elf preferred to not even think about what would end up happening if they did. "By the way, next time you see a coffin or any woeful object come flying towards me, do try to do something other than just watching." Sharon had already fallen into deep contemplation where he sat in Serphia's cowl, until he suddenly heard the Captain addressing him. "I thought Night Elves were supposed to be agile... " He muttered without thinking, too focused on the plan. However, he soon realized what he had said, and looked up at the rather unimpressed face of Serphia that now glowered down on him. " ... sorry, you have my spells at your disposal." He was quick to add, nodding apologetically back at her. "But we need to move fast, the longer we tarry; the more time the White Hand has to regroup and mount a proper counterattack. I do not expect any resistance through the catacombs ahead." Sharon explained, before a thought struck him. " ... where is the White Hand response? You would think we'd have a whole platoon chasing after us by now!" But as he contemplated on the lack of White Hand reinforcements, a distant tremor could be heard throughout the reef, emanating from the castle further up. What was causing the deep tremors, he did not know. Perhaps it was something that were keeping the White Hand preoccupied? That was only speculation. The thing he knew for real was that they couldn't linger. "Let's go." Sharon said, as he motioned for Serphia and the rest of the party to venture through the catacombs up ahead. ------------------------------------------------------- The room shook from the deep vibrations coming from further up in the castle at the top of the reef, but none of the cultists seemed to pay any attention to it. They were all focused on the ritual at hand, their eyes now focused on Kathlin as the girl was being brought to the middle of the circle by Sevarian. "Most people live cold, static lives." Sevarian said as he positioned Kathlin in the middle of the summoning circle. Taking a couple of steps back, she soon found her limbs being held in place by the magic of the cultists as they began to channel on the spell. Up above, the darker cloud of spirits swirled ever closer around the air above Kathlin. Some amorphous eyes and faces could be seen forming in the spirit host, gazing down with baneful eyes at the people below them. "But then they are touched by critical events, events that change their lives forever. Your life is about to change, and you will become a catalyst of change to that of many others as well." Sevarian explained with an eerie calm. "All I need, is for you to relax, and open your mind..." ---------------------------------------------- It was a quiet journey through the catacombs, the only sound accompanying them were their echoing footsteps and breathing which could be heard through the quiet corridors and hallways. As they passed, there were nothing to stand in their way. There were no chevaliers whatsoever in the catacomb. The only significant presence came from morbid and henious statues built into the walls and columns, glaring down at them through their empty stone eyes, as well as the eerie quiet that surrounded the coffins located throughout the necropolis that they were now walking through. Sharon had no idea where he was leading the group. For all he knew, he could be going the complete opposite way of the dungeons! But his doubts were suddenly dispelled when further up ahead, he heard a set of voices; followed by two figures appearing around the next corner! Two chevaliers were standing outside a runic stone door around fifty feet away from the party, each carrying the corpse of a troll with them that they were dragging out from the room that they had come from. But they were also quick to see them in return! "There, monkeys!" Sounded the late announcement of one of the sentinels. Sharon was quick to respond, raising his staff where he stood beside Serphia's head to fire out a bolt of lightning the nearest chevalier! The chevalier, however, was quick to drop the corpse that he was carrying and duck; the lightning bolt passing over his head and dissipating against the stone wall behind him! The second chevalier reacted as an arrow came flying through the air from the sentinels, acting by holding up the corpse of the troll that he was carrying to use it against a shield! Thud, thud, thud! The corpse of the troll catched all three of the arrows fired from the sentinels, before he dropped it and raced back into the room from which he had come from. The other chevalier was standing further away from the door, and decided to instead leg it the opposite direction, disappearing down a pathway to the right and leaving the fight behind! "Trolls... what are trolls doing here?" Sharon asked as he threw the bodies lying further up ahead by the door a perplexed look.
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Sinerathin
Sharon Daerin'Lei
Race: High Elf Age: 235 Description: 190 cm tall. Fairly slim figure, and physically fit. By human standards, he appears to be in his 20s. White skin with a slight tanned tone. His eyes are deep arcane blue with a mystical elven magical tint. His hair is blonde and flows to his neck. Usually clean shaved. Biography: A scholar and academic by profession. Sharon was born in Quel'Thalas, where he was raised. He traveled often and visited the human lands of Lordearon and its surrounding kingdoms, and even sometimes the dwarves during his travels. His academic career started in his homeland of Quel'Thalas, but he became closely acquainted to the circles of Dalaran in the human kingdom to the south, where he became a professor and spent his time tutoring students and delving deeper into the mysteries of the arcane arts together with his fellow colleagues. Besides his work in academia, he also lived a materialistic life of extravaganza and debauchery. His life changed with the outbreak of the Third War, as the Scourge lay waste to the great northern kingdoms, including his own Quel'Thalas, turning the continent's most sophisticated civilization into a lifeless graveyard. During the undeath onslaught, with his kingdom shattered and the human and elven armies ruined, Sharon choose to help the human resistance in their struggle for survival and in aiding refugees escape the all consuming legions of the damned, and followed them south. The conflict permanently changed Sharon; the exposure to the sheer horrors and mindless brutality of the Scourge had been a humbling experience and a wakeup call. Having lost his home, and with the vast majority of his friends and family now dead, he devoted much of his time to helping the denizens of Stormwind, and joined the Silver Covenant as he pursued the reconstruction of Dalaran. Even after the the magical city of Dalaran was completed, Sharon choose to remain in Stormwind. Part in due to financial difficulties, and partly because he never could feel quite at home in Dalaran after its first ruination. But even then he often visited the city, to give lectures and share his studies and findings with fellow colleagues, much like he had done before the war.
[ { "text": "Sevarian spun around as the door to the ritual chamber was blasted to smithereens, leaving rocks flying in every direction as both a cloud of dust and a wall of flame gushed into the room.\n\n\"They have breached the sanctum - aawwh!\" One of the cultists exclaimed from behind his steel mask just before one of the tiny rocks ricocheting through the room hit him in his upper left leg, causing the man to crumble to the ground from the wound.\n\nAll the while, the spirit host that was circling up beneath the roof of the ritual chamber seemed to have become antagonized by the sudden disturbance and explosion. The shadows and apparitions now screeched and howled in a frigid fury as they moved more erratically through the air, whatever dark harmony that had guided them before seemingly having vanished completely! Now the disfigured shadowy humanoids descended down upon the people in the room, attacking every living being indiscriminately regardless of affiliation!\n\nThe cultists would soon find themselves having to fend off incoming wraiths and spirits with their spells and barriers, too preoccupied to neither attempt to continue the ritual or mount a proper counter attack against the new intruders. The lone chevalier who had escaped back into the room was running as he tried to get away from the enraged spirits, and because the Night Elves were blocking the only way in he was essentially only zig-zagging and running in circles! \n\nBut some of the spirits had also gotten their eyes for Sharon and his group, now eyeing the humans and Night Elves standing in the door way, and began to descend upon them like an unholy dark hail of wails and clawing hands!\n\nThe magic that was holding Kathlin in place had vanished, allowing her to move freely. But as she had barely taken a step forward from the ritual circle, a spirit from the host up above her, by far the largest and most menacing looking of the wraiths, seemed focused on her! With no warning, it descended with a chilling shriek down upon her from behind! As its claws latched onto Kathlin's arms and shoulders, it was as if the shadowy aberration melded around her, covering parts of her body with shadowy tendrils and lesser clouds! To Kathlin, it felt as if a thousand daggers stabbed simultaneously at her brain as she was dropped in a pool of ice water, her mind filled with angry, shrieking voices that deafened any thought her or noise around her! Her body became numb, and any movement became sluggish.\n\n\"You meddle in affairs beyond what your meager minds could ever comprehend!\" Sounded the infuriated voice of Sevarian as the black haired dark mage had turned to face the intruders. The man was wearing his full set of silver polished steel plate armor adorned with a cloak and tabard of the White Hand.\n\nExtending an arm out to the side, a staff suddenly flew forth from beneath one of the walls of the room, springing out from under a bolt of cloth. Snatching it as it came at him, Sevarian turned his arm to point his staff now at the entrance to the room where Liaena, Sharon and the rest of the group stood.\n\nThe base of the staff seemed to be made out of a pitch black metal - saronite, a notorious ore that was known as the blood of an old god. Multiple miniature bones adorned the shaft and head, holding a green plague crystal at the end that pulsated with a sickening and debilitating aura. \n\nSummoning a spell, Sevarian slammed the bottom of his staff into the floor beneath him - causing a wave of necrotic energies to shoot out in every direction. As it touched the bodies of the slain trolls, the magic seemed to dissipate into them as they were reanimated. But while the animated corpses of the trolls who had been victim to the ritual began to rise, glowering around them with empty green eyes, Sevarian had already slung his staff around, firing plague bolts in the direction of the group!\n\n-------------------------------------------------------------------------\n\n\"I will take your silence as a sign of consent.\" Sherpa concluded coldly as he looked down at the defeated Rae'liel. Motioning for the knight behind Rae'liel to take her with him, Sherpa began to walk across the battlements with Rae'liel and the Knight in tow. Along the way, he motioned for some more chevaliers to follow him, and soon the group that was lead by Sherpa would consist of an additional nine chevaliers and two battlemages.\n\nWalking into the main fortifications, Sherpa lead the group as he walked in front, heading down a large flight of stairs taking them deeper down into the very core of the reef itself, all the while Rae'liel was pushed after him while surrounded by the chevaliers.\n\n\"Do try to keep up, my dear Sin'Dorei. I would hate to miss the party.\" Sherpa said as he walked down the stairs, slightly motioning towards Rae'liel with his head.", "username": "Sinerathin", "char_name": "Sharon Daerin'Lei" }, { "text": "Though explosions might have startled most in the group, given the time she had spent with Liaena, Rithrynn was not really anywhere near as surprised as that of her sisters when the human decided to blow up the door right in front of them!\n\nWhat did manage to unnerve her however was the sight that waited them on the other side. Bloodied ritual chamber, cultists performing heinous magic and wraiths and spirits shrieking up above. \n\n... and corpses to add to the atmosphere.\n\n\"Slay them all!\" Was Serphia's command as she raised her swords, and Rithrynn soon found her first target as drew her first arrow; one of the cultists trying to fend off a wave of angry spirits that spiraled down towards him. Letting go off her arrow, she sent it flying through the room, passing through the occasional spirit on the way before finding its way into the man's side. The cultist let out a cry of pain, but before he could fall to the ground one of the spirits had swooped down and carried him away!\n\nSerphia noticed the incoming bolts launched by Sevarian's staff, yet as she was about to step aside, Sharon had already cast a barrier spell from her shoulder that blocked the bolts mid-air, causing them to explode into poisonous gas.\n\n\"There's spirits... ghosts... LOTS OF THEM!\"\n\nAlthough she had seen them from the moment they breached the room, the presence of actual spirits was something that took Rithrynn's brain a few seconds to process. It was not until she noticed that none of her sisters had yet charged through the door and that the worried looks they were giving the wave of spirits now heading down towards them that Rithrynn realized that the spirits would take priority over the distressed cultist!\n\nAs she fired off yet another arrow however, Rithrynn's face started to become noticeably more pale when she saw her serrated arrow simply pass through the nearest incoming wraith's incorporeal and gaseous being as if it wasn't even there!\n\n\" ... not FAIR!\"\n\nAfter a moment of horror; slinging her bow over her shoulder, Rithrynn would move over before she picked up both Liam and Liaena(as well as Bella in her chest pocket), and haul them up as to hold them facing directly towards the floating mass of spirits speeding towards them at the entrance!\n\n\"There's a reason we dragged your light butts all the way with us - NOW DO SOMETHING!\" Rithrynn cried to all three of the humans as she wielded them as though they were weapons themselves!", "username": "Rithy", "char_name": "Rithrynn Syn'Dial" }, { "text": "\"…Shoo…Shoo!\" Kathlin gasped as she flapped her hands at the wraith clinging to her tightly. The shade emitted a sort of screechy-snarly noise as she batted at it, before sinking its claws deeper into her neck and shoulders. \"Ow. Go on, get off. No completed rituals today, thank you\"\n\n*\n\n\"Who, me!?\" Bella squeaked in a tone several steps higher than her usual octave as she tried to bury herself inside Liaena's pocket. Liaena herself had gone extremely pale and somewhat glassy-eyed as she stared at the hordes of uncontrolled spirits, trying to form words that didn't seem eager to come any time soon. \n\nAlso dangling from Rithrynn's hands, Liam stiffened his back as he focused on the first wave of ghosts flooding down towards them. \"Rest in peace, lost souls\"\n\nAs the wraiths swooped towards the group, one of them immolated on the spot to leave nothing but a small cloud of mist as the others sped straight for Rithrynn, Sharon and the others. Of the ghast that was gunning for Rithrynn, it crashed into a hastily conjured shield as Liam rattled off frantic prayers under his breath, before also going up in a burst of flames. \n\n\"Haah…nice one, Gray. I told you we'd got this!\" Bella said cheerfully as she poked her head up again from Liaena's pocket. Glancing around as a conjured ball of fire appeared in her hand, she proceeded to lean forward and lob it across the room at a spirit menacing Vashi, which screamed with pain at the effrontery. \n\n*\n\n\"I….I'm sorry for what happened to you. I really am\" Kathlin told the wraith that was still trying to sink it's claws into her eyes. The girl was still managing to stay upright and walking, albeit at a tortuously slow pace, and was entirely oblivious to the battle in the room beyond the one taking place in her mind. But now, you need to go – Light take you, and go!\"\n\nA glow of holy light emanated from the girl at her last word, causing the ghost to shriek in pain even as it clung on ever more stubbornly. Kathlin gritted her teeth as knives attacked her head again, and her knees buckled to land on the floor. \"Whatever your god was…go to that. That's where you belong, not here inside my head\"\n\n*\n\n\"Kitty!? KITTY! Hang on!\" \nLiam yelled as he tried to pull free of Rithrynn's iron grip, the Night Elf apparently unwilling to let go of her literal human shields anytime soon. Fixating on the dark cloud enveloping the girl, the priest muttered the frantic words of a prayer just as Kathlin reached up again to try and yank the wraith from her head; the ghost producing yet another horrible wail as it was lit up with holy fire.", "username": "Feychild", "char_name": null } ]
The monstrous wraith that was trying to possess Kathlin howled with a deafening voice as its dark being was lit on fire by holy magic! It raised a shadowy arm, unnaturally long claws now extended and ready to strike as it aimed down at Kathlin, now seemingly more interested in outright killing her than possessing her. Yet as it lounged forward to strike at Kathlin, the wraith dissipated in a cloud of darkness around Kathlin with a chilling howl that signaled its demise. "No! You have ruined my work!" Sevarian growled as he saw his creation dissipate around a rather stunned Kathlin. Turning towards Vashi who was currently in the process of casting a spell, Sevarian enacted a sudden counter spell, causing the arcane energies summoned by Vashi to suddenly implode between her hands before violently shooting outwards in a shockwave that knocked both her and her nearby sisters into the surrounding floor and walls with breath-taking force! But as he was about to cast another spell, an arcane bolt came towards him like a cannonball, fired by Sharon who was standing on Serphia's shoulder. Sevarian barely had time to raise his staff and block it, the arcane bolt exploding in a loud noise as it was deflected by his magical staff. "We need to finish this before more reinforcements show up!" Sharon called out to Serphia's face beside him, urging her to bring an end to the fight. The spirits that had previously occupied the room had now dwindled in number as some of them had been exorcised by the holy magic of Liaena's colleagues, but with the death of what seemed like the main apparition around Kathlin, their ethereal beings began to fade, and some outright disappeared in the air. The reanimated trolls, and about four cultists, were still roaming about, now finally focusing their deadly claws and spells at the intruders now as the spirits began to disappear. Alissah had left the main group and rushed forward to Kathlin, before pulling a pistol out of her pocket and aiming it directly at Kathlin! Before Kathlin could say a word, Alissah had fired off a sanctified bullet from her flintlock pistol that snapped past Kathlin's cheek, before an audible growl emanated from behind her as one of the undead trolls that had been rushing towards her was struck down by Alissah's bullet, crumbling in a limp pile behind her! "Come with me!" Alissah shouted as she extended an arm to grab Kathlin's hand and yanked the debilitated priestess apprentice with her, while simultaneously holstering her pistol and unsheathing a truesilver shortsword to meet the next threat that might come at them!
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Sharon Daerin'Lei
Race: High Elf Age: 235 Description: 190 cm tall. Fairly slim figure, and physically fit. By human standards, he appears to be in his 20s. White skin with a slight tanned tone. His eyes are deep arcane blue with a mystical elven magical tint. His hair is blonde and flows to his neck. Usually clean shaved. Biography: A scholar and academic by profession. Sharon was born in Quel'Thalas, where he was raised. He traveled often and visited the human lands of Lordearon and its surrounding kingdoms, and even sometimes the dwarves during his travels. His academic career started in his homeland of Quel'Thalas, but he became closely acquainted to the circles of Dalaran in the human kingdom to the south, where he became a professor and spent his time tutoring students and delving deeper into the mysteries of the arcane arts together with his fellow colleagues. Besides his work in academia, he also lived a materialistic life of extravaganza and debauchery. His life changed with the outbreak of the Third War, as the Scourge lay waste to the great northern kingdoms, including his own Quel'Thalas, turning the continent's most sophisticated civilization into a lifeless graveyard. During the undeath onslaught, with his kingdom shattered and the human and elven armies ruined, Sharon choose to help the human resistance in their struggle for survival and in aiding refugees escape the all consuming legions of the damned, and followed them south. The conflict permanently changed Sharon; the exposure to the sheer horrors and mindless brutality of the Scourge had been a humbling experience and a wakeup call. Having lost his home, and with the vast majority of his friends and family now dead, he devoted much of his time to helping the denizens of Stormwind, and joined the Silver Covenant as he pursued the reconstruction of Dalaran. Even after the the magical city of Dalaran was completed, Sharon choose to remain in Stormwind. Part in due to financial difficulties, and partly because he never could feel quite at home in Dalaran after its first ruination. But even then he often visited the city, to give lectures and share his studies and findings with fellow colleagues, much like he had done before the war.
[ { "text": "\"Yeargh!\" Sevarian growled as he slammed his staff around to block yet another of Serphia's blows! As the abyss black base of the saronite staff met with the Captain's sword, it created a magical shockwave of purple magic that pushed Serphia backwards!\n\n\"My powers are beyond that of any backwards wood elf!\" Sevarian spat as he used the small opening to start summoning a dark spell.\n\"You will find that death is but one of my lesser gifts!\"\n\nBut as Sevarian attempted to cast his spell at Serphia, Sharon had conjured an arcane blast of his own that intercepted the dark mage's shadowbolt mid-air, causing the two spells to explode in a mix of dark and purple flames that gushed out to the side instead!\n\nAn arrow came flying through the air from one of the sentinels in the back, but it glanced off Sevarian's silver white armor. From the sideline, one of the few remaining troll ghouls came scrambling towards Sharon and Serphia, its claws raised and jagged maw ready to bite! But just as the ghoul was about to come within range of them, Sevarian cast a spell of his own.\n\nAll of a sudden, the ghoul erupted in an explosion of gore, harmful shadow magic and fragments of bones that flew around like bullets in the ritual chamber! \n\nSharon succeeded in quickly conjuring up a temporary barrier that was annihilated by the corpse explosion, but succeeded in shielding Serphia from the worst of the damage. The explosion had left a blinding cloud that was dark as night around them.\n\nA frantic battle cry could be heard from somewhere through the cloud, as a green bolt suddenly flew towards them, coming straight out of the cloud! Sharon had tried to raise his hands to deflect it, but was too late. Fortunately however, Serphia seemed to already have noticed it, the large Night Elf, surprisingly agile for her size, dodging out of the way just in time!\n\nBut while she may have dodged the necrotic bolt, Sharon soon noticed a figure appearing in the shadow before them...\n\n*Fwhoom!*\n\nA gust of burning fire flowed out from Sharon's staff, hitting Sevarian straight in the face as the dark mage came out of the blinding mist. The mage reeled back in pain, letting out a cry! All the while, Sevarian's failed sneak attack had become apparent to Serphia, as the Captain swung around to bury one of her swords right into the side of the dark mage!\n\nA shock expression now haunted Sevarian's face, now partly scorched, the rest covered in blood and grime.\n\nAs Serphia retracted her blade, he stepped back, dropping his staff before falling over; his armor clattering as he fell to the floor, red blood gushing out of the side of his mouth.\n\n\"You... i-insignificant vermin!\" Sevarian uttered through his shaken voice, struggling to speak as his lungs filled with blood as he looked up at Serphia and Sharon with eyes full of hate.\n\"You... hnngh! you are already dead! Through your very own flesh and blood, I will have my revenge!\"\n\nSharon merely looked down at Sevarian from where he stood on Serphia's shoulder. There seemed to be no resentment in the ocean blue eyes of the High Elf. Instead, it could almost be taken as an expression of pity.\n\n\"I hope you find peace.\" Sharon simply replied, seeming unphased by Sevarian's hateful last breath.\n\n-----------------------------------------------------------------------\n\nOutside the ritual chamber, Liaena's group were met by a surprised Smokey as they barged out of the door.\n\n\"We're leavin' already?\" Smokey asked, the dwarf having stayed behind during the fight. Although he received no initial answers at first, the dwarf looked at them and soon guessed what it would be.\n\n\"That's great! I've had enough of this blasted place! Let's get outta here!\"\n\nThe Dwarf said as he turned to begin running down across the corridor. \n\nBut as the dwarf had run a couple of yards down the corridor, a loud bang as from a musket could be heard behind Liaena and the rest of the group, a snapping past them to hit Smokey right in the back. The dwarf fell forward, losing his blunderbuss as he crashed onto the ground as his heavy backpack fell on top of him.\n\n\"I'm fine, I'm fine!\" \n\nThe dwarf was quick to repeat as he scrambled to get back onto his feet, turning around to look back at Liaena and the party who were further back in the corridor. The dwarf seemed completely fine, his backpack having absorbed the bullet.\n\n\"Get a move o,-\"\n\nHis backpack that was filled with dynamite.\n\n*BOOOOOM*\n\nWithout a warning, Smokey's backpack exploded with an eye shattering boom! The blast stormed through the narrow corridors like a crushing wall, knocking Liaena, Alissah and the rest of the party completely off their feet. The ritual chamber was shaken, with rocks falling from the ceiling and a cloud of dust and rocks gushing in through the entrance!\n\nThe entire passageway that Smokey had once stood in had completely caved in. As for the dwarf himself, there was no sign of him. If there had been anything left of him after the initial explosion, it was presumably buried beneath multiple tonnes of solid rock that now blocked the passage. A thick carpet of dust and smoke now filled the corridor, making it difficult to breath for anyone in it. With the collapse of one of the tunnels, only two opposing hallways now remained, one running off to the north, and the other one; south.\n\n\"An adequate shot. It suffices.\" Sounded a familiar voice emanating from the southern hallway.\n\nEmerging through the thick cloud of dust was a group of humanoid figures. At the front stood Sherpa, the High Elf staring towards Liaena and her group that lay on the floor outside the ritual chamber. Behind him stood his White Hand mercenaries, alongside Rae'liel in bonds and magical chains.\n\nThe High Elf nodded to a White Hand musketeer who was currently in the process of reloading his weapon, apparently in approval of his previous shot against the dwarf.\n\n\"How convenient for my brother to decide to come all the way over to my own house.\" Sherpa remarked with a satisfied smirk.\n\nIn the other corridor on the opposite of the one Sherpa and his crew had come from, a lone set of footsteps could be heard from a pair of heavy steel sabatons. Emerging out from the cloud of dust was the Blood Death Knight from earlier, his chestplate still carrying the heavy dent from Doin's axe, and the armor around his shoulder still cleaved in half from Rae'liel's own strike, yet his decomposing body was stitched together. The Death Knight clutched his Runeblade tight in his glove as he stared silently towards Liaena's group as well.", "username": "Sinerathin", "char_name": "Sharon Daerin'Lei" }, { "text": "As Sevarian finally fell, so too did the fighting in the room subside. Whatever cultists had occupied it now lay dead side by side with their ghoul minions. Serphia, standing over the dying dark mage, threw her right hand blade up in the air to catch it once again in an underhand grip; aiming the tip of her blade down towards Sevarian.\n\n\"Defiance without substance - you have lost everything.\" She commented dryly, glaring down at him with a cold and unforgiving gaze cast by her shimmering silver eyes.\n\nBut before she could perform any execution move against the dying mage, the entire room suddenly shook from a violent tremor outside. A loud bang almost knocked Serphia off her feet as dust filled parts of the room, coming from outside.\n\n\"What was that?!\" Serphia yelled out through the dust that had now filled the room.\n\n\"An explosion, mistress!\" Rithrynn called back as the sentinel was standing closer to the doorway,\n\n\"No shit!\" \n\n\"Wait, where is Li?\" Rithrynn suddenly asked, as the Sentinel had noticed the peculiar lack of midgets in the room. She looked around to her sisters, most of whom shook their heads.\n\n\"They ran out!\" Vashi noted, motioning towards the door.\n\n\"But that's where the explosion came from!\" Rithrynn exclaimed, before the Sentinel immediately turned and rushed towards the exit. It would not surprise her if the explosion was the cause of Liaena, the short black haired ex-priestess having a notorious record for blowing shit up without necessarily having any good reason to do so other than to satiate some wicked mental need to wreathe the world in cool and devastating explosions.\n\nAs she peered out of the ritual chamber, Rithrynn squinted with her eyes as she tried to see past the thick cloud of dust that now covered the entire corridor, and one of the passages now having been completely blocked off by a cave in.\n\n\"There you are, Li, I.. oh.. \" Rithrynn said as she noticed Liaena and the rest lying on the ground by the wall, but as she looked up; she also noticed the new arrivals, Sherpa, Rae'liel and a cohort of White Knight mercenaries.\n\n\"Crap... \"\n\n\"Mistress! Mistress!\" Rithrynn yelled as she retreated back into the ritual chamber, hugging the edge of the doorway leading out as she looked back at Serphia who was standing in the middle of the room.\n\n\"The White Hand reinforcements are here! One... no, TWO Death Knights are with them!\" Rithrynn exclaimed!\n\" ... ohh, and they got that Blood Elf you beat up earlier as well.\"\n\n\"What?!\" Serphia called back, her surprise being directed not so much at the White Hand reinforcements as it was at the mention of Rae'liel being with them.\n\"What is that useless, green eyed magical crack whore doing here?!\"\n\n\" ... I don't know! Why don't you ask her - preferably AFTER we have dealt with the White Hand?!\" \n\nSerphia gritted her teeth, before she turned to look down at Sevarian who was still coughing blood at her feet.\n\n\"You are coming with me, ape!\"\n\nSheathing one of her swords, Serphia bent forward to pull Sevarian to his feet, spinning him around as she held him close to her body and placed the sharp edge of her blade against the unprotected skin of his throat as she walked him towards the exit to the room.\n\n\"Prepare the wounded and be ready to leave on my command.\" Serphia said to one of her soldiers who were tending to those sentinels that had been wounded in the fighting. \n\nOutside in the corridor, Serphia, carrying the bleeding Sevarian, emerged from the doorway. Rithrynn followed closely behind her mistress, bow and arrow in hand and at the ready.\n\n\"Stand aside, humans! Or your commander will become one head shorter!\" Serphia called out with a threatening voice as she faced Sevarian towards Sherpa and his White Hand mercenaries. Serphia's eyes narrowed as she spotted Rae'liel in the back, tied and bound. What was the Blood Elf doing with them?!", "username": "Rithy", "char_name": "Rithrynn Syn'Dial" } ]
As the Night Elven Captain stepped out of the ritual chamber with the limp body of Sevarian in her arms, Sherpa's eyes opened as he noticed the condition of his darkmaster. "Or your commander will become one head shorter!" "Captain." "Do not think me a liar!" " ... Captain." "ONE MOVE AND HE'S DEAD!" "Serphia!" "What?" Serphia finally seemed to react to the lesser voice coming from the High Elf standing on her shoulder, the Captain turning to glare down at Sharon with her silver eyes. "I believe he's already dead." Sharon commented quietly as he motioned towards the pale faced; more pale than usual; dark mage in her grip. Sevarian's head was hanging limply to the other side, whatever remnants of blood dripping out of the side of his mouth as his eyes were closed shut. The man seemed to have finally succumbed to this grave wound. "I do not know what your plan is, but I don't think you are going to get very much out of a dead hostage." Sharon quietly said to Serphia as he inched slightly closer to her cheek, the High Elf throwing a highly worried look towards the White Hand mercenaries and Sherpa who now stood before them. He also noticed Rae'liel among them, and gently motioned towards her with an arm. "Whatever happens, Serphia, I much need the Blood Elf alive if you wouldn't mind." "Assuming WE survive in the first place."
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