[System]
Luo Dai, played by Hayazo: A monk seeking to lift a karmic shadow. For some reason, Anjou seems to be the cause...

Yukiko Matsuoka, played by Lemons: A kitsune whose wedding was crashed by Anjou's lieutenant. She lost everything. Her home, her groom, and her hoshi no tama, the source of her powers.

DaFei Gei, played by KOgaming: A hybrid creature created by the gods and destined to face the nine-tailed fox and restore tranquility to the realm.

Pan Chao, played by Blight Bug: A sailor turned crime lord who doesn't like the fact that Anjou is moving in on his territory...

Akira Igarashi, played by Polaris North: A mischievous bakeneko who turned down Anjou's summons. His powers were sealed and the graves of his departed family were desecrated. Now he wants revenge.

Nori Tsubame, played by Ojo chan 42: A benevolent shadow sparrow who sought the cure for a young man's disease. She returned to a ravaged village and one of Anjou's minions. She was bound to the village, now a graveyard, but as soon as she breaks free, she'll want vengeance of the fox.

Fukioka Mitsuyo, played by Zero Hex: A deadly ronin sworn to carry no arms or armor until his family's arsenal is reclaimed... which is, or course, in Anjou's possession.

The Expendable, played by Banana: In life he was one of Anjou's abused slaves. In death, he is a spirit bound to a pumpkin with a grudge against the fox.

Lieu Lei, played by Sodium: A half-dragon orphan raised by thieves. She was captured by one of Anjou's lords and tortured until she broke free and swore to punish the fox for allowing such cruelties.

[User]
It seemed as though Dafei had been flying for several days, though really it had only been a few hours. She was tired, sweaty, and also bored. The last she landed, she had eaten breakfast: the carcass of a dead cow which had collapsed in the middle of the forest which nobody seemed to want save for the few flies which wafted around it. It was more food for her.

She had past into Kado shrine for a few minutes, talons planted on the ground. She had not noticed, however, and continued flapping before noticing the others around her. Dafei stopped mid-stroke and looked awkwardly at the troop of men surrounding her. She was silent, slowly putting her arms down so that they hung relaxed at her side the way a human's were naturally.

"E-eh... Lei ho" Dafei bowed before the group of people, keeping her head up. When she lifted herself back, she gained a new composure, appearing just a little bit more mature. There was a smirk on her face. An arm crossed her torso and her other tugged her skirt in a curtsy. "Hello. I am Gei Dafei. I am on a mission to find the one known as 'An Jou'" she introduced. She spoke in an uncommon dialect, though any from around the region of Namchon or those who had done business there may have understood.

[Assistant]
The forest was the only place Hikado felt "home" at now. Through the moisture of the dewdrops in the morning, to the fireflies illuminating it at night, it was his own sanctuary of peaceful times, and his favorite way to forget the past that haunted him so much.

As the possessed gourd wandered through, he began to question why he had even jumped off the mountain in the first place. Although it was a very exciting and joyous 17 seconds of bliss, followed by half a second of unending agony, he never imagined this would be his fate afterwards, instead wishing to go into an afterlife. Sure, awaking as a pumpkin felt amazing at first, as he had a second chance at life with all his old memories intact, but then he frightened everyone he ever met unless they were blind from that point on. It was his personal hell, he imagined.

"... I wish I hit the lake." he whispered to himself, as he ever so quietly approached where he slept if it rained while he was exploring. Even if he was a plant, the feeling of rain on his head didn't bring comfort to him, and rather felt like a very inconspicuous death to him, considering his soul was a small flame inside his head.

After a few minutes of a moist mist in the air, a name came to mind in his head. A name of a place, judging by how it sounded, and the place where Hidako occasionally went for shelter in the event of rain, sleet, or snow. Kado Shrine, a place out of reach from humans and youkai, and a grove for animals and plants to frolic in alike. As he approached it however, he saw in the distance as 7 figures surrounded the center of the shrine.

"...p-people? Here? T-this is unexpected."

It had been a gravely long time since Hikado actually talked to someone. He usually talked to his closest friend - Kimchi the Deer - when he was around his home, which was a stump a far distance away from Kado Shrine in this forest, and when your only method of socialization is a deer who doesn't speak back... the point is he's desperate for intelligent conversation.

You can do it. Just be natural and don't show any hostility. Hikado thought, as he approached the other people in the shrine.

"It's been a long time s-since I've seen people. Why are you all here...?"

[User]
The mansion lay in disarray. The front door had posed no resistance to the passing of the humanoid typhoon and now hung open, clinging to its hinges. The living room sat covered in shredded scrolls, with Anjou's seal present on many pieces. Ink coated the walls of the study. Piles of ash were all that remained of the papers found within; the desk sat ablaze and threatened to light the house. Paper walls were smashed open with little regard to where they led. Tatami were thrown from their places, leaving ugly holes in the floor.

In the bedroom was the cause of the damage: a fiesty girl with fiery pink hair. In her left hand - or, more accurately, claws - was the lesser half of the local lord's futon. With her right, she tore at the tatami that had sat beneath. The edges showed signs of the tatami having been frequently lifted out of place. Once removed, a glass case was revealed, hidden beneath.

"Pay dirt."

The girl heaved the heavy box from its hiding place and, in the same motion, smashed it onto the greater half of the futon. Large shards of glass dug into the already ruined bedding as a final "fuck you" to the owner. The girl, known as Lieu Lei, kicked the base of the case aside to reveal the item she'd come to steal: a large gemstone slightly smaller than her fist that had purportedly been given to the lord by Anjou himself. She reached down to grab the gem, and as her fingers closed around it...

The walls of the mansion melted away around Lieu. The gem in her hand glowed a strange, otherworldly color, and Lieu had the strange sensation that she was moving, though to where she did not know. As the light faded, trees began to appear at the edges of her vision, then slowly closed in around her. The gem went dark, then shattered with a pop, leaving only dust in Lieu's grip.

A quick glance around told her that she was at a shrine of some sort - Kado Shrine, her mind mysteriously filled in - and that she was surrounded by seven others. To them, it had appeared that she had grown from a speck in the air over the course of two seconds. To her, the presence of youkai and the fox statue at the shrine could only mean one thing. Her hand shot to the handle of the axe hooked to her back.

"You'll never take me without a fight, you flunkies of the fox!"

[Assistant]
Fujioka Mitsuyo, still clad only in his fundoshi loincloth and dripping near-freezing water, stood slightly nonplussed as eight seemingly disparate people appeared from out of nowhere in the span of seconds and immediately proceeded to make a ruckus in the shrine. Unlike all of these people, he had neither magically teleported to the place nor did he instantly know of its name. He had simply walked into the shrine while strolling around looking for a place to purify himself, having heard of a temple in the area. He did not think it fitting to start his quest before tidying himself up physically and spiritually.

The ronin had been there for quite a while now, out of sight. He had painstakingly shaved himself and cut his hair down to a manageable length, and had cleansed and purified himself by standing for an hour under the shrine's waterfall in a ritual known as misogi. Clothes, he had procured before heading off. And now this seemingly rail-thin man, soaked to the bones and almost completely naked with a bundle of cloth under his arm, knelt on the shrine's steps in front of the crowd. "Excuse me, but you should really show proper respect in a place of worship", he said in a manner reminiscent of a parent educating a child on common courtesy.

At first sight he might seem sickly, but proper inspection by anyone martially inclined would notice that his body was corded steel and showed the wear and tear of a warrior. Clearly not someone one should mess with. Still, his expression seemed meek and he spoke in a soft tone as he undid the bundle and produced both his clothing and a something to dry himself with. "I'm afraid you've caught me after misogi, please pardon my appearance. I am Hongo, a masseuse", he said with a smile. It was fairly common to see both men and women half naked performing such a ritual. "But who might you all be? And what brings you all to wherever this is?"

[User]
One by one, the "others" that the little fox had mentioned appeared, some with friendly greetings, some less so, and what a colorful collection of people -- if you could call a walking, talking pumpkin a person -- they were. Luo Dai gave each of the visitors a pleasant nod as they approached, but decided to follow the fox's example and wait until everyone was here to make an introduction. Well, that was until the young woman wielding a shockingly large axe appeared. He responded to her aggression with a pleasant smile. "I'm not sure who you are or where you're from," he said, "But I'm fairly certain you're making a mistake. If you're referring to the fox I think you're referring to, then we will likely be allies rather than enemies."

The little fox trotted out into the middle of the group, once again conveying raw meaning into the minds the travelers. Perhaps they would perceive it as a child's voice echoing in their heads speaking the language and dialect that was most clear to them. But, any who observed the fox would clearly see that he was not "speaking" per se. "He's right, young dragon. Nobody here is a friend of Anjou. In fact, I brought you all here for a very simple reason: you all want to kill Anjou. Besides, violence is not allowed in this place. If you drew your weapon I'd have to take it away."

The fox then turned to Hongo, the ronin who had been paying his respects at the shrine. "Please forgive them for their lack of formality. I'm sure most of them are confused and have many questions. I guess I'll start by answering the easiest one." He then hopped up on top of the fox statue in the center of the shrine and looked at all of the visitors. "My name is Ichiru, and this is Kado Shrine, a place between the mortal and spiritual planes. It is protected by the gods and Anjou has no influence here. I saw that your fates are all headed in the same direction, so I took the liberty of weaving them together by bringing you here. Maybe if you guys work together you won't all die when the time comes for you to storm Anjou's castle. But, there's a lot you'll have to do before that... For now, why don't you all take a moment to introduce yourselves. Then I'll answer any questions you may have and send you on your way."

Ichiru was then as still as the statue he stood upon as he waited for his guests to introduce themselves and then pose any questions. Luo Dai looked around and his new companions with a pleasant expression. "Well, it seems like Anjou has made quite an assortment of enemies. Perhaps karma will finally catch up to him. I am Luo Dai, and anyone who wants to bring the fox's rule to an end is a friend of mine." He took a moment to assess the people that had gathered here. There were two human men, both of which appeared to be very strong, and if the girl could actually wield that ax that she was holding, then she would be an asset as well. There were also a number of youkai that had joined them, including a kitsune. Apparently Anjou treated his own kind no better.


[System]
Age: Mid thirties
Gender: Male

Occupation: Used car salesman

Personality: He uses humor to hide the fact that he's one bad day from stepping in front of a train. Lawrence likes to ignore his problems in hopes that they'll go away. He has everyone he works with fooled into thinking that he's a funny, confident, and maybe even crass comedy man. When, really, he's just a sad, lonely guy trying to make ends meet and wishing that his insane, shitty mom would stop showing up in his life.

History: Lawrence grew up in Connecticut with his parents. His dad was a normal, if not emotionally repressed, guy. His mom was batshit insane. Lawrence's father constantly turned a blind eye to the abuse his mother enacted on him, the bruises, the cigarette burns, being locked out of the house all night. Finally, one day, his father 'went to by a case of beer', and never came back. Being left alone with his mother made Lawrence's life a hundred times more miserable, so, around his teens, he began to act out and hang around with the wrong crowd. He wouldn't even come home most nights.

Lawrence dropped out of business school in his early twenties and managed to obtain a used car lot, which made him just enough money to live on. He became known for his gimmicky commercials and hilarious persona. But, when he came home to his shitty apartment every night, the facade fell away. He wasn't happy. He was never happy.

About a year ago, his father came back into his life. Lawrence had hope that maybe he'd have at least one parent's approval and affection, but he soon found out that his father was only coming to him because he had cancer, and needed someone to pay for his treatments. Lawrence, being a push over when it came to his parents, did so. This incurred the wrath of his mother, who eventually found out.

After that hell, his father still passed a few months ago. Lawrence was still alone, still hated by his mom, and still broke. He managed to find a house that he could put a 0% down payment on, and was rock bottom cheap. Apparently the two schmucks that lived there before kicked it in the basement or something. Whatever, he doesn't believe in ghosts, anyway.

[User]
"Wait!" Adam followed her out the door, then froze when he got to the bottom of the stairs. Their house...their beautiful, immaculate house...was a total pig sty! There were food containers laying about, dirty clothes piled everywhere, and bottle after empty bottle of cheap, shitty beer. The living room didn't have any furniture aside from a grungy couch, a crooked table, and a TV sat on a stool. A man was slumped over on the couch, slack jawed, the TV still going.

Adam walked around to get a look at him, Barbara behind him.

"This is who bought our house?" She asked. "Adam, he's trashed the place! We have to get rid of him!"

"But how, Barbara? He can't see us, and we aren't scary!"

The man stirred a little.

Barbara glared at him. "Adam. We're ghosts, dammit. Let's...HAUNT THIS BITCH!"

"Barbara!"

She grabbed him under the arm and hauled him upstairs. They were going to find a way to get this nasty slob out of here!

Meanwhile, Lawrence began to stir. He sat up slowly. He could have sworn he just heard people talking...maybe he'd just drunk too much... He rested his throbbing head in his palms, then leaned over to pick up his phone. Six missed called from 'Mom'.

"Argh!" He tossed the phone down and rubbed his face. He'd only been living here a few days when she'd shown up on the doorstep, cursing and yelling and trying to force her way in. That was a few months ago, and life had just gone downhill since then. The car lot wasn't doing too hot, bills were piling up, and he only ever felt like laying on the couch, sleeping.

He stood and slowly drug himself up the stairs towards the bedroom. About that time, two people with bedsheets thrown over their heads came around the corner, making really cheesy ghost sounds.

"The fuck?" Lawrence squinted. He was too hung over for this shit. "Did I have a crackhead orgy and forget about it?"

The two "ghosts" paused. "NoOoOoOoO We'Re GhOstS!" Adam said in a wailing voice.

"Did you two break in here to steal shit? Because I don't have any-"

"No! We're here to haunt you! We want you out of our house!" Barbara snapped. Beetlejuice raised his hands defensively.

"Hey, I bought this house fair and square. Also, ghosts aren't real." He grabbed a nearby hockey stick and used it to lift the bottom of Barbara's ghost sheet. "What're ya' wearin' under there? Nothing? Ya'll some kinky ghosts?"

Barbara scoffed and swatted the stick away. "You aren't scared of us?"

"No...why would I be scared of two dorks in sheets? Also, why did you break into my house?"

"We're ghosts, and this is our house!" Adam insisted. "Wait...you can see us without the sheets?" He slowly pulled his off. Lawrence looked pretty disappointed that they weren't actually naked under them.

"Yeah. Why wouldn't I be able to?"

Barbara floated up through the floor in front of him to prove her point. "Because the living shouldn't be able to see us! That's what that woman said." Lawrence jumped back, a little startled, but hardly frightened.

"Oh shit...so you two are...like, real ghosts?"

"Yes! That's what we've been telling you this whole time!" Adam was getting frustrated. "Now, if you could so kindly leave our house forever-"

"Whoa whoa whoa. Ghosts or not, I bought this house with my bottom dollar. I'm not leaving," Lawrence crossed him arms huffily. "Not even two sexy ghosts can change my mind. Actually, it might be a better reason to stay!" He cackled.

Barbara let out an indignant cry and grabbed Adam, pulling him up towards the ceiling and back into the attic to revise their plan. Lawrence watched them, his grin falling almost as soon as they were gone. Huh, so there was an afterlife...He wondered if it was any better than his current one. Well, only one way to find out! Lawrence made his way to the roof to test his theory. It wasn't like this hadn't been in the back of his mind for a while now, anyway.

[Assistant]
Lydia was moping on the roof, knees drawn towards her chest. What was the point of even trying? She was invisible and always will be. She sighed softly before noticing someone else had joined her on the roof. Hey, it's the Breather who bought this place. What's he doing up here? She wondered before floating over to him.

"Whoa, dude, back away from the edge! Are you trying to kill yourself?" She exclaimed when seeing how close he was to falling to a death that would definitely involve multiple broken bones.

[User]
Lawrence slowly stumbled out to the edge of the roof. He definitely wasn't very coordinated. Being hung over didn't help. He was looking down in the yard, thinking his options over, when he heard another voice. God, was he finally losing it? He turned to see some woman he'd never met floating beside him. How many ghosts did this house have?!

"Yeah," He said casually. "I was thinking about aiming for that bird bath over there. Think I can make it?"

[Assistant]
"Wait, you can...see me?" Lydia asked, tears of joy stinging her eyes. Finally, someone who could see her! She was going to have a new best friend! Wait a second, aiming for the birdbath? He was going to-

"NOOOOO!" She shouted before composing herself. "I mean, no. Look, you could use a buddy, right? Don't cha want a pal? Don't end yourself dude, stand up for yourself. I can be your friend if you just say my name."

[User]
Lawrence was already judging how far he'd have to jump to impale himself on that bird bath when the ghost woman stopped him. He straightened up, frowning. What did she care if he killed himself? She was a ghost herself! He crossed his arms, not looking convinced.

"Look lady, I'm very busy here. I don't have money for whatever ghostly self help program you're running. And besides, I don't even know your name!"

[Assistant] "I don't want your money. As for my name, I can't say it, like at all. Can't write it, the letters get jumbled. Same with spelling." She explained, a little frustrated. Come on, sucker, I need you to say my name.  She thought to herself.

[User] He sighed. "How am I supposed to say your name if I don't know it. You wanna...play charades or something?" This was dumb. He could be halfway to ghost purgatory by now.

[Assistant] "Yes, perfect!" Lydia exclaimed. "It one word but three clues." She said before holding up a finger to indicate the first clue before turning herself into a Tupperware container and opening the lid.

[User] "Oh, shit, uh," Lawrence really sucked at this game. "Left overs? Take out? Tupperware? Plastic? Lid?"

[Assistant] "No, no. Close but no. No. Yes, that's it!" Lydia replied turning back into herself with a grin. "Okay, second clue." She said before turning into a giant eyeball. This was honestly an easy one.

[User] "Uh...look? See? Eyeball? Eye?"

[Assistant] "That last one! Okay, third and final clue." She said before pulling out a report card full of A's.

[User] "Pass? Honor roll? Grade? A?"

[Assistant] "Nope. Nah-uh. Close. Bingo! Now put it together." She said. She was so close to freedom!

[User] "Lid-eye-A!" Lawrence was so confident when he said it, too.

[Assistant] "Close but change that eye to sound a bit more E." She advised. Geez, even when he got it he was dumb. Then again he was a Breather, so she couldn't fully blame him.

[User] "Lydia?" He tilted his head, "Your name is Lydia?"

[Assistant] "Yes! Now all you gotta do is say my name three times, spoken unbroken. Deal?" God she could taste freedom it was that close.

[User]
Lawrence blinked. Then, a devious grin spread across his face. "Okay. Lydia...Lydia...Llllllook here. I see what you're trying to do here. You think that just because I'm some sad sack about to jump off his roof to his death that you can come in here and push me around? Well I got news for you Lydia, Lydia, Lady you're dealing with the wrong guy. I know a con when I see one."

Meanwhile downstairs, the Maitlands were trying to clean up. The TV, still running, suddenly cut to a commercial.

"Betelgeuse's gently used cars! Ladies and gents, these are the best prices in town!" Lawrence was dressed up in a cowboy outfit, using a fake southern accent. "So come on down here and wrangle up these savings! I'll do anything to sell you a car! I'll even chew on a dog! Ahrooooo!"

The commercial cut to something else. Adam glanced at Barbara. "He sells used cars?"

"His last name is Betelgeuse?"

"Barbara, look at this mess. This is someone who is struggling, and, and we're trying to put him out of his own house!"

"It's our house, Adam."

"That he bought. I mean...he might be gross, maybe a little sketchy, but we shouldn't put him out on the street. He's clearly going through something here."

"You're right," Barbara said, "We should go find him and apologize."

[Assistant]
"Yes. Yes! Oh man this is going to be grea-wait what?" She said as he said her name before chewing her out. "Whoa, look, buddy, chum, pal. I'm just trying to do ya a solid. Isn't that what friends do? Whatdaya want? Qualifications? I graduated from Julliard, I've a great bio exorcist, and I've seen The Exorcist 167 times, AND IT GETS FUNNIER EVERYTIME I SEE IT! HOW'S THAT FOR QUALIFIED?!" She shouted before her head spun around like a top.

"Whoa, almost lost my head." She commented as she grabbed on to stop it.

[User]
Lawrence opened his mouth to say something, but the Maitlands arrived on the scene before he could.

"Uh, Mr. Betelgeuse?" Barbara asked, approaching him sheepishly.

"Lawrence," he corrected her.

"We just wanted to-" Adam started to say something, but stopped when he saw Lydia. "Whoa, what is she doing here? Don't listen to anything she says, Lawrence! She's trying to trick you!"

"Yeah, no shit," He shrugged. "I kinda' figured."

[Assistant] "Trick him?!" Lydia exclaimed before letting out an offended choked noise. "I'd never do that! All I did was help my new pal know my name, that's all." She looked over at Lawrence, standing near the edge of the roof. "Look, maybe I was a little aggressive on the sell. But we're BFF's forever, right?"

[User]
Lawrence eyed the ledge behind her. "Yeah, best pals for life," he waltzed over and put a hand on her shoulder. "Just kidding. Get fucked, Lyds!" He shoved her off the roof.

"Lawrence!" The Maitlands cried in unison.

"What? She's fine. Right?!" He called over the edge. He didn't wait for a response. "I'm going back inside."


[System]
Roleplay Name: Qazar Len

Roleplay Age: 37

Roleplay Gender: Male

Roleplay Character Personality: Calm, quiet, and wise.

Roleplay Character Description: Black, grey, and red hair, a dark suit, with jeans. About 6 feet tall. Calm and usually boring.

Roleplay Character Origin/Background Information: Born in a small cluster of islands in the Pacific Ocean. Survived by himself since he was 6 years old. He was by himself for about 10 years. When he was around 16 years old, he traveled around, until he found a dimension linking to barren mountains, and forests. He founded Golden Wings Academy on this ancient dimension. He met Vektor Ivan, while he was traveling, and he recruited him into the academy as a teacher. Then his old friend Jeiku met up with them, and he also became a teacher. And soon they led the academy.

Main Power: Sound Manipulation

Secondary Power: Teleportation

Third Power: Shadow Form

Weakness: Hallucinates sometimes.

Main Skills (Max 3): Sonic Boom, Mute, Sonic Destruction

[User]
Mr. Len

Leans back in his chair, looking at the other two, as a giant map of Golden Wings Academy lays out in front of us.

A week from the start of the 11th year of the academy. A few months away from the 11th anniversary.

Mr. Len sighs and scratches his head. He then says, ''Now it's about time to get to business.''

[Assistant]
Mr.Raika

Is sitting in his chair, eyes closed, both of his arms covered within his robe.

Slowly opening his eye-lids, his dark black eyes show, and his arms come out of his robe, placing them on the table.

"So what did you call this meeting for, headmaster?"

[User]
Mr. V

Vektor sat in his chair, eyeing a few specific places on the map.

He mumbles to himself; "Business...."

He then scratched his head and adjusted the neck covering/bandanna around his neck.

[Assistant]
Mr. Len

''Well you see, now that the new year is coming, we must prepare for new students like usual.'' he said. Mr. Len looked at both of them in the eyes, and continued, ''But with the old forgotten powers running loose throughout the land, it is hard to keep track.'' Mr. Len then sighs, and takes a sip of water from his mug.

''I need one of you go to seal off, and counter some of the known curses, spells, and enchantments hiding.'' Mr. Len looks a both of them, waiting for an answer.

[User]
Mr.Raika

Closes his eyes, and continues listening.

"I guess I can, I have some free time tomorrow. How long do you expect it to take?"

I then hide my arms in my robe once again.

"Hmm..I do have a new chain ability I'd like to try out...."

"Tell me where to go, I guess."

[Assistant]
Mr. V
Vektor looked at professor Len carefully, He then grabbed his White, Brand new mug, And sipped on the tea inside.

He then scratched his head once more. "We really need to keep track better, eventually this is going to become tedious."

"The new recruits this year are coming in like clockork."

[User]
Mr. Len

''Alright so you will head out toward the nearby mountains, tomorrow, and you will scout out and counter any known spells, curses, and enchantments from long ago.'' Mr. Len yawns then continues, ''I expect you to be back in a few hours.'' Mr. Len then stands up and walks out, closing the door behind him.

Mr. Len walks down the hall, heading to his office. As he approaches the office door he seems to get more tired from the day's work. Preparing for the new year is hard work at Golden Wings Academy. Mr. Len opens the door to his office, and walks in, closing the wooden door behind him.

The office is a small room about 25 feet wide, and about 10 feet in height. Mr. Len plops down on his chair, and relaxes for a few moments. Then he starts writing on a piece of paper, a letter to someone. He spends about 5-10 minutes writing the letter, and when he finishes he takes the letter and he puts it in a hole in the office. The letter drops down the hole, and zooms off in another direction.

[Assistant]
Mr.Raika

Raika slowly nods at Mr.Len, and starts to stand up. "If you say so, I guess.." He walks out of the room lazily, and heads to his office. Sitting down in his chair, he starts napping.

Raika then wakes up after a little while, and stands up. He takes out a book,sitting down and starting to read it. The book is a Chain Manipulation Book that he wrote himself, with theories and abilities that he can use. After reading for about an hour, he sits back down and takes another nap.

"Yawn..it's such a boring day. Oh well." He falls into a deep sleep until the next day.

[User]
Mr. V

As Len leaves, Vektor goes to stand up, but he sits himself back down. He reaches in his Robe pocket, And pulls out a mobile phone,he researches multiple 'Supernatural' Encounters, To assist in his hunt for runes.

"Damn magic, so damn hard to monitor"

I get up to walk to my office. IN my long trot to my office i think abut the properties of my abilities, and how to help others manifest similar abilities.

I walk to the bed in my office and i lie on it, drifting off to sleep.

[Assistant]
Mr. Len ends up falling asleep in his chair, passing out in front of a bunch of papers.

About 5-8 hours later.

Everyone starts waking up. It is a bright, sunny day. He dresses in a new robe, and then eats some bread and cheese, with tea.
Mr. Len rubs his eyes as he eats, and looks outside the window at the rolling hills, and windy mountains.
He sighs and continues eating. After he finishes eating, he goes out, for a morning walk in the forest.

He walks down a path in the forest, enjoying the nice summer day.


[System]
* Age: 16
* Gender: Female
* Race: Human
* Appearance: Armored, Unarmored. She is 5'1, with pale skin, blue eyes, and blonde hair. Her armor is silver with gold decorations. Her sword has a golden hilt.
* Personality: Fanilly is one to take her duty seriously. This is both due to a belief in the cause of the Iron Rose Knights, and a severe insecurity and self-consciousness about her position. She is well aware that she is young and comparatively inexperienced. She knows that she is only in the position she is because of her birth, as she was born under a full moon. This only makes her feel worse about it. For Fanilly Danbalion, captain of the Iron Rose Knights, she can't help but feel that they have a point. She's young. And even though the founder was the same age, she was viewed as something miraculous, almost a saint. Should Fanilly truly be leading them? This weighs heavily on her mind, and thus one of her biggest desires is to prove that she is. In spite of her young age, in spite of how this tradition has worn thin for some, Fanilly wants to prove that she is a worthy captain of the Iron Rose Knights above all else. Aside from this desire, the girl is somewhat socially awkard, sometimes unprepared for conversation. However, she is not really shy and can generally deal with attending various functions in the capital, as is expected of the Iron Rose Knights. She is dedicated to the purpose of the order, to defend the innocent and protect the land of Thaln. However, the doubts surrounding her have lead to a lack of confidence in herself. Fanilly has a younger sister and as a result has a somewhat stronger affinity for children and desire to keep the safe, but as someone dedicated to the Iron Rose Knights' cause she wishes to protect all those in need. While she has a lacking in confidence, she retains some pride in her training, as she has proven to be skilled at swordplay in spite of her youth.
* Brief Backstory: Fanilly was a daughter of the Danbalion family, a noble family already. While they had never been knights, her birth on a full moon immediately made her a potential future candidate for the Iron Rose Knights' captain. She was simply needed sooner then many expected. And so she experienced training for several years leading up to her instatement as the Captain of the Iron Rose Knights. Initially she was confident in herself, but it quickly became clear that even some within the Knights had grown tired of the tradition of selecting a maiden born on a full moon to be the captain. This wore on her quickly, and has lead to her desperation to prove herself.
* Equipment: Fanilly wears a well-made set of somewhat ornate armor. She wields a fine longsword in her right hand and a dagger with a curved hilt for trapping weapons in her left.
* Skills: Fanilly has experienced extensive training in swordplay, specifically in the use of a longsword in both hands, or paired with a unique parrying dagger.

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

[Assistant]
Marianne Delacroix

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And then she finished scrubbing, sponge in hand.

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

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

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

It took several moments for Fanilly to regain her composure.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

But at the moment, there were no such soldiers.

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

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

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


[System]
Age: 21
Gender: Male
Race: Orc
Country of Origin: Miraheim
Appearance:

Personality: Folkmar is proud, if not a bit rigid. He generally wants the best for those around him, but it's usually a result of him wanting to work to the best of his ability. He has a strong sense of self worth, which leans into haughtiness on occasion, and an even stronger belief that his way of doing things is the right way. This isn't because he thinks he's naturally right, but because he strictly adheres to the ways of his clan, in which he sees great value. In his mind, everyone could do with acting a little more like an orc. This coincides with his strong devotion to Gor-Gashuur, the fearsome orc god, associated with brutality, murder, and conquest, as well as shaping the monsters that venerate it.
History: Folkmar was raised knowing one thing. 'Strong' is good. Gor-Gashuur made them strong, and for that, he was worshiped. Folkmar was strong, and for that he was praised. His father was weak, and for that, he was never spoken of. His mother was strong because she cared for him, kept him from the humans until he was ready.
However, he was never really ready. Not really. Due to his mixed blood, he aged slower than the orcs around him, so others had plenty of chances to stake their claims towards chiefdom before he was physically capable.
Still, he felt his strength, considerable as it was, must be used for something. Then, one day, despite the warnings of the tribe, he looked to the humans. They didn't have the strength of Gor-Gashuur on their side. Their warriors couldn't do what he could. So, he decided to bring both to their aid, while following the teachings of his tribe, inspired by Gor-Gashuur.
He would lend his strength, protect them, and bring them into his grip. However, in leaving the will of his tribe, he was to be considered as good as dead.
As a parting gift, he was given a 'riding dog' (which is a large tusked wolf cultivated by orcs) and a tracking raven, and sent on his way.
Weapon Preference: Lance, Warhammer
Side: Mercenary

[User]
He crossed the gangplank last, squinting in the sunlight. Too bright, too open, too populated. Catskull was wary. As he listened to the elf speak, he came to the decision to not attend the meeting. The others would take care of that. As the others followed the elf, Catskull dipped into the shadows between the encroaching trees and took his own route, scouting the general area and eavesdropping on any conversations he came across, studying the timing of the guards as they went about their rounds. If there was any shady business going on, Catskull bore a solid chance of finding out about it.

It wasn't likely that the elves were actual enemies, but Catskull was well versed in the art of war. If you let your guard down once, you'll be liable to let it down again, and all it takes is one slip, one mistake, one poor choice. Placing yourself at the mercy of a host may seem mundane and common, but time and time again have legions been taken in by friendly deception and massacred by those they trusted. The strong fighters of old always placed themselves beyond the reach of their enemy, to provoke and wait for weaknesses.

When a warrior stops moving, that is when he will most likely die.

[Assistant] Elric stepped off from the ship with his spear in one hand and his quiver with bow and arrows over his shoulder. He was ready to fight if the need arose, but made no outwardly aggressive moves. His people got along well with the elves. He had a second cousin who was a wealthy trader, and he had visited Miracia with him once a few years ago, even doing some business in Fornond, so he was somewhat familiar with the place. He gave a respectful nod to Estallir as the elf greeted them and prepared to follow the noble elf and his retinue.

[User]
Sir Roland Grey - Fornond, Miracia

As Estallir had said, the walk to his estate was a short one. His residence was by far the largest and most easily noticeable of all of the homes in Fornond. Rather it was more of a mansion among shacks, something that obviously didn't fit with the serene environment it was placed in. In fact, Roland felt that way about the man in general. Where the port town appeared more as a a hidden, peaceful gem, Estallir seemed bred for the city life, where he was probably daily pampered and spoiled, wearing the finest clothes the lands had to offer, and eating the rarest of delicacies. He seemed a connoisseur of all items of rich value. Roland did not doubt that even as they approached his estate. He glanced at his other fellow knights and noted the odd Catskull fellow had taken off from the group. He was likely sulking around, but chose not to accompany the main group to the estate, it seemed.

The mansion was decorated with engraved silver and gold, with the front gate guarded by statues of bright, golden trees. All around was a fence thrice the size of any man, with sharp edges at the end to keep the unwanted away. Roland couldn't help but wonder from whom exactly they were hiding. The monks mentioned 'nefarious groups', if he recalled correctly. Was that the purpose of this secrecy?

As Estallir led them inside, Roland found the interior of the mansion to be just as majestic as the outside, if not more so. Tapestries, paintings, and rare art were hung from the walls. The finest linen decorated the ceilings and windows, and suspended from the ceilings in each room were chandeliers, every one of intricate and unique design, and as Roland noted, none of them being the same.

They were led from this room into an adjacent one on the side. Estallir motioned for the guards inside the home to depart from the room they now stood in, what appeared to be a library of sorts, where resided a collection of books and scrolls that, while did not quite match the magnificent one of the monks, did come close to its size and wealth of knowledge. Estallir walked over to the door which led to this room, and closed it shut, the knights all gathered inside. He locked it, and then wandered over to a desk which was located in the middle of the room. A few open books lay there, though he did not seem interested in them at the moment. The man stood behind the desk, hands clasped behind his back as he gazed upon each of the knights, examining their features in preparation of addressing them.

"I will skip right to business. It is how I have always done things. Have any of ever heard of the... oh how you would say it in your tongue... The Dragon Stone?" Estallir asked as he made eye contact with each of the individuals before him. None immediately spoke up, so Estallir continued. "You might not have, it is known among the elves, but not quite so outside of here.

Generations ago or so the stories are told, a young traveling wizard had come across a stone and gained immeasurable power. It was said he could create anything from nothing. An unnatural ability. And one scarcely known in our world. But then, miracles were appearing left and right. Suddenly, fields were overflowing with crops and the people were healthy. He was heralded as a savior, a hero. This wizard decided to continue his good work across Aerion and aided the people whenever he could, using his gifts as a charity. In his old age, he took an apprentice with the hopes his student would continue his good works."

"Let me guess," Roland said. "He didn't."

"How astute," Estallir glanced at Roland with a smile, but then shook his head, "But not the whole truth. At first the student was filled with great promise and served the aging hero with great enthusiasm. However, the powers he had learned and further amplified with the Dragon Stone corrupted the young apprentice. It seems not all power is to be used so brazenly as he did. And in his prideful recklessness and greed, he took the stone for himself. Using the stone, he created only the finest jewels and tapestries, for himself of course. He then began creating more. Not just objects, but horrifying monsters to do his bidding, monsters he had created, or in some cases, revived from death. Eventually, people began to fear what would become if the apprentice went unchecked. So the people rose up and challenged the man. Much blood was said to have been spilled, but he was defeated." Estallir concluded and glanced at the knights, noting some of their confusion with the tale.

"To many, this story is a children's tale we tell our young ones to warn of the dangers of greed," Estallir explained. "To those old enough to remember, this is not a story. It is history." Estallir walked from around the table, grabbing a book on his way before continuing his story: "The freshly defeated apprentice was sealed away in an abandoned temple in these very mountains, just a tad to the north. The stone was sealed with him as it was believed to be too dangerous for lesser men to possess."

"So what? What does the Dragon Stone have to do with anything?" Roland asked, irritated by what he believed to be a long-winded children's tale. The story had dragged on for long enough.

"You must be Roland. I have heard about you. Well Sir Roland, it so happens that the Dragon Stone is in fact a shard of the Orb of Ardor," Estallir said with a grin, as he rose the book he was glancing at to reveal an artistic recreation of the Dragon Stone. It was a red shard, clearly broken off from a larger work. "The elves of Miracia are a peaceful peoples. Yet recently, our mountains have been cursed. Horrible atrocities have been occcuring recently. Terrible murders and slaughters... the things that have done these, I dare not even describe, for you would have to see for yourself to truly understand... and believe. But if you truly wish to claim the Dragon Stone, or the shard of the Orb of Ardor if you prefer, you will have to seek the temple, cleanse it, and defeat he who wields the stone. Do that and you will have not only the shard, but a legacy in the land of Miracia. Of that, I can promise."

[Assistant]
The grey man scoffed a little bit, but seemingly out of mirth, instead of disgust. In truth, he was a bit incredulous. The raven squawked loudly, before hopping into the air, flying in a circle around the merchant's head, and wheeling back to perch on Folkmar's shoulder. The bird hunched forward, as if skeptical, but its facial structure made it seem somewhat satirical. Ignoring the bird's comedic antics, the grey man moved forward just a bit.
 "What way is that to speak to someone with whom you'll be fighting?" he remarked.
 The gesture to this angry man at the mention of archers, and his assertion to take point, seemed to cause Folkmar to become rather cross. His brow furrowed, and he sloped his shoulders forward. In his irritation, he quietly took his shield, and gripped it in his left hand, before giving it a shake to grant it visibility.
 "Sending some fancy-man to the front when you have an orc to do the job," he grumbled rather audibly, "If anyone can take getting shot by an arrow, it's me."
 And then there was the grand anticlimax. These bandits, simple as they may have been, were likely hiding. Cowards sunk in a hole under a crumbling wall. Folkmar spat at the ground. There was no strength in that. Even with a fight on the horizon, his mood was soured with the prospect of a challenge stripped away.
 "Then we'll just knock the walls down and be done with it," Folkmar remarked, coming astride his war dog, and offering the last of his now dry haunch from the night before to the steed, as the raven picked at the scraps that hung off its tusks.
 "Not going back on my word- already said I'd do it. But seems a waste of my talents to simply gut a group of cowering spineless gophers. Feel like you should have been more forthcoming with this information when passing out jobs I do, Varian the drunkard."
 The way sat and spoke, as well as the position of his hands, seemed to indicate that Folkmar was keen to ride off.


[System]
Longtime enemy of Stand-Up guy.

Please post your CS under the CS tab for review. A character sheet posted in the OOC will not be approved: Okey dokey.
Identity: Domonic Arvii

City of Operation: What city your character is based out of- this should match up with your nemesis: Cleveland, Ohio.

Appearance:

Domonic is the archetypal Russian stereotype. Tall, built, with buzzcut hair and a thick goatee joined with an equally thick, black mustache, and a granite scowl. His green eyes are rather like Daniel Webster's, often shadowed by his forehead and unforgiving eyebrows but still glistening out from underneath them.

Age: 46

Gender: Male

Superpowers: Although his superiors in the militiary tried their best, he doesn't have any obvious powers... However, whatever they did to him all those years ago did become a somewhat super power three years ago. While his skin may have aged, his physicality hasn't degraded in the least since he was 18 (and shows no signs of ever slowing) and he has developed a highly regenerative body. No, he isn't going to be regrowing limbs or any of that bulsch, but he is difficult to kill, and can make quick and full recoveries from injuries that would have been deadly or permanently debilitating to any normal person. Again, he isn't going to patch up in the middle of a battle. I'm thinking more the kind of regeneration that would have conceivably allowed the Joker to be skewered in the belly by a bunch of rebars during Issue 1, then come back perfectly fine and ready to play presumably weeks later without too much medical attention. His superpower is stalwart tenacity and the stubborn refusal to bleed out. Of course, there's definitely a cost to being able to survive things like this. When your body thinks it can't die, it stops knocking you unconscious for the painful parts. And when your body heals so unnaturally quickly, healing can be just as painful as getting the wound in the first place. There are days when he gets up and sits down like an old man despite having a teenage bodybuilder's physique, and he is an avid consumer of Tylenol and Aspirin.

Skills/ Talents: Arvii was trained to kill and maim with his bare hands. He was hardened through painful hard-body processes and taught to defend against all manner of forms and weapons, and also trained to turn pencils, laptops, furniture, kitchen appliances, and silverware into deadly weapons. Then there was the part where he was trained to use guns. Though a crack shot at the range and positively lethal in an alleyway, where he really shines is in the garage. Domonic is a master of the technical, taught to Macguyver traps and bombs together with a toolbox, a gun, and some chemicals when he can get his hands on them, he is the master of jury-rigging instruments of destruction, and becomes almost exponentially more deadly the more resources he has. He's also Bi-lingual, of course.

Equipment: He usually brings his big survival knife with him, hidden on his person, (usually one of his boots) wherever he goes, wearing a trench coat, A-shirt and cargo pants. His clothing is, of course, all in fashionable urban camoflage slash-resistant material, and padded to resist heavy blows and light gunfire. Except his shirt, of course. Who's ever heard of an armored bro-tank!? His identity is concealed with goggles and a gas mask that covers his mouth and nose. The real deadly parts of his arsenal are his two ballistic knives, his bear traps, his scoped hunting rifle, and homebrew tear gas cannisters. He only carries deadly explosives if he has a specific use or strategy in mind for them. After all, the last thing you want is to be carrying explodey bits on your person when your enemy has a plan for them and you don't. Stand-up Guy has probably pulled that kind of Batman Gambit on him before when he was less experienced...

Weaknesses: Arvii is a man almost constantly in physical or emotional pain. While he has learned to push through it, a sharp, heavy blow (physical or verbal) that forces him to pay attention to it will either send him into a frenzied rage or otherwise rob him of concentration. This can be particularly dangerous if he happens to be building something at the time... He's also very paranoid, due to his history, and if something tips him off, he can become increasingly difficult to work with until he cools down again. When he has any use for henchmen, the ones that can't walk on eggshells don't stay employed for long. He may think it's made him vigilant, but he often makes mistakes in this state, which have been his downfall at least 3 times. And if the heroes have any insiders in the local Bratva, it's likely they consider him a traitor and an enemy. On the other side of the pond, it's likely they consider him to be up past his scalp in debt. Either way, he has enemies there.

There's also the fact that he is deathly afraid of being discovered as Domonic Arvii, and will protect his secret at any cost.

Psyche: Arvii is stingy, paranoid, and prickly. He hordes money obsessively for his own ends and strives for perfection in every detail of his work. This perfection is not achievable of course, but what he ends up with is usually enough to keep a decent crime success rate up until that meddling detective comes along.

History: Big Game's secret identity has a secret identity. To anyone who can get him to say it, he would have you know his real name is Ibor Sichev, the rich, eccentric, reclusive Russian-American mob lieutenant who fell overboard on a cruise ship one day and woke up on the shores of New York with no money and a thirst to pursue his old aristocratic hobbies. So he traversed across the states and robbed banks (or any business with cash involved) and hunted the most dangerous prey of all: Man! Finally, he ended up in the cityscapes of Ohio, where he met the trophy that got away. He's been hunting Stand-Up Guy ever since.

While he may play the part of the lunatic fairly well, Ibor's story is more complex than that. He's never had an "aristocratic hobby" in his life. The dusty medieval vintage he drinks from was bought for $2 at a gas station and stored in a warehouse until it was cobwebby enough to look authentic, and his knowledge of Tolstoy and Shakespeare comes from numerous free PDFs he got from a library. In fact, the real Ibor was strangled to death by a man who stole his identity and went deep inland to avoid any pursuers from overseas. Ibor's story may beat the box and give him cushier prison terms in the Asylum for the Criminally Insane, but anyone who can trace all the actions of his Swiss bank account down to a T, and perhaps took a trip overseas, they would perhaps learn the true story of a Russian man named Domonic Arvii, who was on the receiving end of a few bad deals by the Mafiya, drowning in ill-gotten debt, and who joined the military as soon as he could to provide money for his family.

He had joined the naval infantry under a particularly sketchy and probably insane general in 1988, who sent him to Afganistan full of experimental adrenaline serums, Frog DNA, and the like. Luckily, these super-soldier projects didn't seem to do anything to him... But the war did. He was shipped home in 1989 and was unable to find work. Unable to pay off his perceived debt, he found his sister beaten in an alleyway: a warning. Forced to work for the Mob doing questionable things for large sums of money, he one day caught a break, stowed away on the cruise ship one of their associates decided to visit on, and became the new Ibor. (Who he bore a moderate resemblance to.) He's been shipping money anonymously back to the home country ever since, hoping to keep his family safe, and maybe, one day, bring them to America and take them away from those horrible circumstances.

Figured a struggling working figure posing as an aristocratic type would make an interesting and deeply conflicting ideological antithesis for a hero like Mr. Guy... Also, it sounded badass in my head. Certainly better than a chair-themed villainess.

[User]
It hadn't been very long since the morning Domonic found the new pressure cooker he put in his apartment had something in it. He had exhausted his last three in his numerous attempts to stop Stand-Up Guy from foiling his plans. They worked as well as he could have hoped, except for the part where he was put behind bars. Or rather, in a little grey room with abhorrently saccharine employees breathing down his neck and only allowing him to use plastic spoons and glue sticks for everything. That was well enough, he supposed. He could still kill someone with either of those things, if he really wanted it hard enough... He didn't even need to explode two of the pressure cookers. They were deterrent enough, and it bought Domonic just enough time.

The problem was, it was an expensive household appliance, and once you make a pressure cooker into a bomb, it's never going to be a pressure cooker again. So he had to buy a new one every time. This time, he resolved to use other methods. His pressure cooker would be used for pressure cookery only from this point on. But now something else was in it.

It exuded an air of expensiveness, and as he opened it, he noted (almost aloud) that it smelled, frankly, like shit.

Inside, there was a formal-looking invitation, an address, and money enough for ten more pressure cookers. What was this? Some kind of taunt? Some demonstration by a stuffy eccentric that wanted to demonstrate some illusion of omnipresence? Did they think he was stupid enough to fall into that kind of trap!?... He cursed the note in Russian spitefully. But there was something about it that was definitely off. Who would put this kind of effort into inviting him into a trap unless they were as insane and economically detached as Domonic made himself out to be? Obviously, this Cesare character was loaded. Dangerous, but loaded...

Perhaps Big Game would pay him a visit and show him who was the dangerous, loaded man in this country... After casing whatever fancy joint this shady character invited him to, of course. Maybe he could squeeze something valuable out of him before the job was done... He also really, really needed a lead in crime elsewhere. Ohio wasn't exactly a happening place, and maybe he'd run into the golden guy there. The man probably oozed money. He fancied you could probably rob him by accident... He hoped...

That was why he smuggled his weapons arsenal across three or four state borders in an old jeep. Wearing jeans, an old T-shirt, and the least conspicuous gas-station sunglasses he could stuff in his pocket, he stood and eyed the building he was led to. He then eyed the address, just to be sure. And then he eyed the colorful cast approaching it.

Rubbing the bridge of his nose and keeping his head down, he followed them in.

[Assistant]
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Saint Frank and The Dragonfly

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Frank and his adjutants walked in out of the cold. Gloves still on, though Frank had removed his cap now that they were inside. They looked around the main hall, and all the fine wooden pews seated next to each other. And their eyes immediately centered on the rather large, hooded figure seated a bit ahead. Too big to be human, that was easy to tell for them. Frank quietly said to his adjutants,
"Someone's early."
 They both kept their hands in ready positions to draw their guns while Frank approached the seated figure.

"Excuse me." He said aloud, with a bit of a wry smile.

Ben shifted in his seat, but didn't audibly respond or turn around. His tail shifted under his seat and Ben fidgeted some with his claws. He pretended to be engrossed in the pamphlet about why you should choose Viviano and Sons funeral home for your loved one. Anything to keep them off of him, at least for the time being.

"Hey!" Frank said, little louder this time, moving further. Still no response. He stopped for a moment before he was within three pews worth of range behind Ben. He nodded, turned to his men, and motioned for them to be at the ready. Cliff and Baba began circling around the pews while Frank turned back to the figure before him.

"No need to yell." Was Ben's response. His voice was predictably deep, and coarse like gravel or sandpaper. He wasn't used to speaking, he hadn't really done anything more than various growls, snarles, or roars in a long time. The little talking he did was in response to anything Damselfly had commented on during one of their many scuffles. This wasn't one of those times though. He hadn't been in an interaction like this in many years.

"Alright. Fine. Maybe I should come right out and ask..." He stated, hand near his coat pocket. Instead of pulling out his handgun, the invitation he'd recieved was now being held up. "You got one of these... invitations, too?" He asked calmly.

Ben hadn't brought the letter with him. He had seen no reason to bring it along with him. Now he was regretting that choice.

"Yes... Didn't bring it." He responded, turning his head ever so slightly. His white, pupiless eyes met Frank's, and he turned back to facing forwards very slowly. He had made a mistake. Frank had more the likely seen his snout. Maybe even the side of his face. He didn't know this man, or his motives. This... was not good.

Frank kept up the smile as he put away the invitation. Whatever this thing was, it wasn't human. And if it's not human, then it's a bounty. The motto of the Sunflower Group, unofficially. Maybe Frank wasn't thinking too forward at the time, but as he put his invitation away, his hand crept towards his holster, and he could tell Cliff and Baba were making the same moves.

"That's a shame..." He said quietly.

Before anything drastic happened, some sound behind them all interrupted the encounter.

The doors had opened again.

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Domonic raised a single eyebrow at the scene in front of him. There were men. Men with guns. And Cesare obviously had good taste in henchmen. Where'd he even find that giant. His hands fell to his pockets, fingers clenched around the two knives he brought with him. He struggled to try on another accent. B-movie German wasn't the most convincing, but it hid the voice of Ibor well enough. If the trap was already set, he would have to convince them they had the wrong guy.

"A-are you men Vivaio und Sons? I vas comingk to see if I could set up appointment sometime. My mozzer is in Hospice."


[System]
Title: Frontline Captain
Age: About 75
Gender: Male
Allegiance: Heaven
Race: Fallen Angel
Height: 7ft

Personality: The decades of war have worn down Flos. Entering as someone wanting to end the fires of war, now stuck in a never-ending cycle of death and killing. The war has made him stoic, narrow minded, calm, and sometimes arrogant in his speech. His fights against his enemies has become routine to him, and while he clamours for a challenge to change the monotony of the war, he is fine dealing with wave after wave of enemies in order to at least maintain the status quo. His deep voice continuously portrays that of tiredness and grit, with a hint of determination. He has become tired, and sometimes feels disillusioned by the Imperator's orders and motives.

History: Flos entered the war after a disastrous operation that captured his sworn brother, hoping to breach the gates of hell and rescue him from what he imagined to be a never ending nightmare. He immediately took to the frontlines, demanding he take part in the charges that would possibly bring him closer and closer to his end goal.

Over the years the constant cycle of death and a fluctuating frontline has taught the angel that there is a possibility that he may never be reunited with whom he previously held dear. Demanding that he try to sneak into Hell itself, it was rejected instantly due to the potential dangers another prisoner could do to the Angels of Heaven. Ignoring the demand to maintain a defence, Flos instead took to the field and placed himself deep behind enemy lines, where he fought for several days against the race he hated, and the machines who though themselves higher than what they were. Flos continued fighting for what felt like several months, not stopping, still killing, and infusing the lessons and equipment he got into his own arsenal.

The fighting came to a conclusion when the frontline finally arrived to Flos' location, though the angel they saw was very different to who they previously saw. The bloodlust and the continuous combat spread doubt into the relative young angels mind, and thus started feeling alienated from those who he previous considered masters at their craft. His wings turned black, and the fusion of everything he learned and gained made him a black sheep of the pack.

Despite this, the fight he put on gained him a nickname that spread throughout the field, the Flower of Death, and those who encounter the fallen angel will likely seek death.

Powers: Slash - The power requires Final Gaze. It allows the angel to send out a wave that would cut through enemies, providing that they are caught in the deadly but narrow effect. Unfortunately it requires a noticeable buildup that brightens up Final Gaze before firing. The longer the buildup, the more damage the slash causes.

Shockwave - Like the slash, a power that Flos requires Final Gaze for. It involves a shockwave being emitted from the blade and requires such a buildup. The wave can blast enemies away from the source, and depending on it's charge up can cause significant damage to foes.

Shield - Developed from his experience fighting the Machina during his slaughter. The combination of lower technology and the power of the fallen angel. Raising his left arm activates the shield, which allows the angel to not actively focus on the ability, with the side effect feeling like he is carrying a heavy load.

Control - During the continuous fight Flos took part in, he learned how to control lesser thralls which would put a strain on his mind everytime he would use it, due to it's demonic origins. The power only effects weaker minded demons, and commonly leads to Flos getting exhausted.

Weapons: Final Gaze - A bastard-sword length angelic weapon that is used as his primary weapon against foes. While out of combat it is kept hidden, but when a one-on-one counter is inevitable, or should Flos need to utilise it against a horde of enemies, it will materialise. The white haze that leaks from the sword shows what side it is on, in contrast to the black haze that Flos reeks of.

The Sisters - A pair of miniature scythes on Flos' person. He normally wields one of the two since his dominant hand is focused on his primary weapon, but does wield the other when it comes to close quarters combat.

Equipment: Black Wings - Self explanatory.

Other: Combat theme

[User]
Utada Mitsuda
@The 42nd Gecko@Lmpkio

Utada darkened her vision for just a moment as Maceroy lit up, but quickly returned to normal as he was impaled and killed. She cursed under her artificial breath and fired at Atarah, but it was too late as she had retreated and left Marie on her own. The napalm she had fired splattered harmlessly on the ground, lighting up far away from the remaining combatants. Eve fell to the ground soon afterwards, it would appear as if she had gotten hurt more than expected from both the flashbang, Maceroy's Flare, and various attacks from the Demons. "It's a good thing I never said yes to that dumb bird..." Utada smirked and took aim at Eve, preparing to elimanate her and then move on to Marie. Until she lit herself on fire that is.

"Woah!" Utada jumped back a few feet as Eve lit herself on fire and propelled herself towards Marie, apparently looking to take her out of the fight as soon as possible. Utada didn't waste anytime, reloading her assault rifle with their custom armor piercing rounds and firing at Marie. With Eve on one end attempting to slam into her like a comet and Utada on the other trying to fill Marie full of holes, it would be a tough dodge to say the least.

[Assistant]
Farris Aran"Aren't the two of you forgetting that they aren't your only opponents?" Farris called the Demons who ignored her straight to go for Saef's men. But not before she raised her sword towards the sky above the catacombs, "Who do you think you are, Hell spawns? We fight for the glory of the one and only Imperator of the Heavens. We fight for the cause of Celestia, don't you dare stand in our way!" She yelled with a commanding voice that shattered the earth around them, opening another massive hole in the catacombs. That was Farris' warcry, blasting her enemies with its holy power as well as bolstering her allies.

Following her call, Farris swung her sword through the air, shooting a volley of crystal spikes at Apia. More than one could play this throwing spike game, after all.

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Victoire Bordeaux"Ugh..." Victoire sighed deeply, massaging her temples. Henry's foolishness truly didn't know any bounds. "How do you suppose I should do that now, Avaritia?" she replied to his question about tea parties with an exasperated voice. "If there's one being in the whole Nexus that the Machina would never trust this one is me. Actually, I'm surprised they let you in the first place, or that lowlife, indecisive parasite who doesn't know what expertise means —Marrow Edge, is how I think they call him, right?"

Victoire backed away from Henry, hissing, once he attempted to blast her hounds with those curse holy flames. "Are you insane, Avaritia? If that fire starts burning this place, you are as dead as I'm. Where did you even get that?" Victoire commanded her familiars to come back to her, leaving Maen between them and Henry. "I know that you are hurt and likely cannot use your Eyes anymore. Otherwise, you would have done so already. If you leave this battlefield, I swear I'll not allow any harm to come to you. Consider it a farewell token, for our former allegiance. If you do not, I guess I'll finally find how does that blood of yours taste," Victoire sighed once more before summoning a trio of soccer-ball-sized orbs of blood, hovering around her on standby.

"Such a shame I can never give you that reward from Arcadia. You really do look tasty in more ways than one... Alas, such is the way of the Nexus. Make your choice, Avaritia, do you take my kindness, or fight and die for your beloved new High Queen's glory?"

[D. Rose Radius: 7680/1920/1920/960/960 meters] [Catacombs/Underground Coverage: 12.8/6.4/3.2 %]

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[User]
Atarah

Utada would have one critical sign that something very bad was about to happen, as she reloaded, she would hear the shrieking crack of breaking stone. She'd have a moment to react before Atarah's lance burst out of the ground at what was hopefully no longer her position. But then a moment later, Atarah herself would burst out at a different location. She would be sensing Utada's position from below, expecting Utada to dodge upon hearing the stone cracking, and herself aiming to burst from the ground behind Utada as Utada dodged away from the more obvious attack. A fairly simply trick with some weaknesses, but not necessarily a bad one. And hey, if Utada didn't dodge, she'd be impaled. Regardless of whether it worked, Utada might have more important things to do than sustain fire at Marie.

@Lmpkio@floodtalon

Miyu
Happyverse
Still Overly Dramatic BGM

"Well..." Miyu's eyebrows raised at Lillian's handiwork. "That is a very direct and scientific way to go about things. I doubt you'll have much trouble figuring stuff out."

"So, anything you want to see or look for before you try to find a location to settle down? Or you looking to keep wandering?" Miyu resumed walking, using her oar as a walking stick. "I myself wouldn't mind finding a place by a sea or river. Hopefully such land won't all be already claimed."

[Assistant]
Henry Avaritia
@Grombus

Another Demon appeared besides Victoire, this one controlling thousands of shards of glass along with what appeared to be liquid Darkness. A strong one at first glance, but not a very smart one if he thought Henry was a Human. "I'm afraid I don't sing. But the melody of my blade cutting through flesh is quite beautiful."

"How do you suppose I should do that now, Avaritia? If there's one being in the whole Nexus that the Machina would never trust this one is me. Actually, I'm surprised they let you in the first place, or that lowlife, indecisive parasite who doesn't know what expertise means —Marrow Edge, is how I think they call him, right?" Henry nodded and chuckled.

"It was a joke Victoire. You'll get it one of these days I'm sure." Victoire backed away hissing once he released the holy flames of Zak, quite panicked it would appear. "Are you insane, Avaritia? If that fire starts burning this place, you are as dead as I am. Where did you even get that?" Henry's grin widened and he laughed once more.

"Are you trying to scare me with the prospect of Death? You should know that was stupid, I'll just respawn in Hyperion if I die, just like you'll respawn in Hell! As for where I got them, you must have missed the massive battle about ten minutes ago. I killed the shit out of this Angel specialising in fire." At this point Henry was merely stalling for time, hoping that his Eyes would heal and that the potion he drank could heal up his hand.

"I know that you are hurt and likely cannot use your Eyes anymore. Otherwise, you would have done so already. If you leave this battlefield, I swear I'll not allow any harm to come to you. Consider it a farewell token, for our former allegiance. If you do not, I guess I'll finally find how does that blood of yours taste." She summoned several orbs of blood and prepared for battle. "Such a shame I can never give you that reward from Arcadia. You really do look tasty in more ways than one... Alas, such is the way of the Nexus. Make your choice, Avaritia, do you take my kindness, or fight and die for your beloved new High Queen's glory?" Henry's eyes widened as he began laughing once more, his head dropping as he doubled over from how hard his laughter shook him. Suddenly his head snapped up, a manic look in his eyes as he used his burnt hand to brush his hair out of his face.

"You think I fight for the glory of another!? If that was the case I would've never left Hell! I fight because I love to fight and I left because I hate being treated like some shit stain on the ground!" A pressure began to roll off of Henry, just like in the Oblivion Dungeon an aura of terror formed around him as he prepared for battle. He was a cornered animal with nothing to lose and everything to gain. "I WILL NOT BE LOOKED DOWN UPON, NOT EVEN BY YOU BORDEAUX!" A Gate of Tartarus formed above him and let loose with an uncontrolled wave of holy flames, lighting the trees around them on fire as they rolled towards Victoire and Maen.

[User]
- FLOS - THE FLOWER OF DEATH -

The thralls emerged from within the dungeons and leapt upon the first creature they saw. It was only a mere guard point that separated the dungeons from the rest of hell, but considering the combat going on elsewhere, it's safe to assume that the numbers are focused away from the home base. With that knowledge, Flos emerged from the archway, and the three demons not engulfed by the thralls set their sights on them.

"The prisoner! Alert the oth--", the voice of one of them was cut off by the sharp tip of one of the sisters.

Flos approached the other two with the Final Gaze in one hand and the other sister in the other, positioned to engage. One of them ran forward to strike, but foolishly focused on the bastard blade, allow Flos to command the sister to impale their head. The other tried to strike while their friend was bleeding out on the floor, but the sister held their weapon up high as one slash split the demon in half.

"Demon cretins," he muttered out, taking into account that his opponents in the area fell to the thralls, who were now simply beating their corpses to bloody pulps. They were occupied, and no longer needed. Flos had is way out. He sliced the doors in half, and emerged in what he presumed is Hell proper.


[System]
Age: 29

Gender: Male

Appearence: The character is inside a nano suit made for battle with the latest technology, the character has a large pony tail and a calm, but sturn look on his face, wich is covered by his helmet. His chest has a scar that has a cross shape. Long-ish leggs and short feet.

Personality: Calm, but serious at war, and other things. Doesn't really care about others. Lone wanderer. Doesn't speak much. Gratefull to those who join him. Fights for answers, honor and peace. "One blade, one purpose...", quiet, misanthrope.

Strenghts: Huzuni has the power to control the wind, but since he got upgraded into a nano samurai, his abilities have enhanced. He is able to finish oponents that are mid air, since they are left with nothing to do other then watch Huzuni finish them off... they are living their last breath. Enhanced vision, mobility, awareness and strength.

Weaknesses: Huzuni can get a little out of control when messed arround with his feelings. If cought out there's not much he can do. If the nano suit is disabled, he's left with his skills, wich for the time, are not effective.

Equipment: A full nano suit, wich has been created with the latest technology (Has a built in radar, a gliding kit, and more). A nano blade, wich was just an ordinary samurai sword that could only control wind. (Now, it can controll nano-energy, as well as wind)

Biography: Huzuni was once a normal samurai, that lived in Ionia - his place of birth. He lived a happy life with his friends and master, until one day... Ionia was attacked and Huzuni had to defend his master. He was full time alert, to make sure his master would be fine. His people needed him on the battlefield, so he decided to go and help them for as backup. But when he came back to check on his master, he was laid on the floor... with a cut on his heart. The master used his last breath to tell Huzuni that he got killed by a wind technique, wich only he knew. Huzuni has failed his people, and when everyone came to check on him as well, they tought he was the killer. Betrayed by his own, Huzuni became revolved, and became a lone wonderer. He had survived for 7 years alone, but then... a shadow attacked him with a strange force, wich killed Huzuni. Many, many years later. Huzuni has woken up from the dead on a laboratory, with a confused look on his face. The scientists explained to him what has happened, they turned him into: P.R.O.J.E.C.T H.U.Z.U.N.I ,even so, he was relieved and gratefull to them. Once he got up, he tested out his old and new abilities on a test room. He had fully recovered what he learned from his long dead master, and now, with the wind and nano-technology on his side. He became a mercinary it not for glory or money, but for answers, honor, and peace. Will he find out who the killer of his master was? Will he find out who, or what was, the mysterious shadow? One thing's for certain, Huzuni, will find out eventually... (Also, technicly, he's not 29, but... since he died when he was 29, it'll stay as such. Otherwise he'd be a lot older)

Romance: Yes, Straight, but doesn't talk much with females (or anyone in general)

[User]
Huzuni woke up from resting at his room. "*Yawn* Well, that was helpfull! I'm feeling much better. The suit also recharged, wich is good. Anyways... what now?" He said as he stood up and went outside his room. "Wait a minute... how many hours have passed? I have a slight feeling that the four hours are comming to an end... I hope Belle is OK."

He looked onto his visor, and checked the time. Thirty minutes remained for the cure to end its effect, and Huzuni needed to check if the virus was still on Belle's head. "The cure isn't addicting like a drug, wich wouldn't hurt using when needed multiple times... but if the virus evolves, it will be able to survive the cure on future uses. I need to tell her this! Even tough I still have time, I need to be quick!" And so, he went to Belle's room. She wasn't there, so he went to the bridge, since he tought it would be one of the other places she'd be at the momment.

Huzuni rushed to the bridge, since he didn't want to waste precious time. When he got there, he said. "Belle! Oh thank christ you're OK! *Heavy Breathe* I need to tell you something. Oh, I... Uh... Hi Ramia... How are you? Could I perhaps talk to Belle? It's pretty urgent."

[Assistant]
" How should i know where she is at. And i dont like this place asswel but here is where the Valaint was heard last." He stepped aside showing them Artyem,s location.
" And it seems we have found our missing crew member asswel.

[User] Ramia just glanced at Huzuni and nodded "Of course you may - except if she dislikes the idea." What a strange, strange man. The dark haired woman rolled her eye and again continued staring out of the window. She seemed to have a lot on her mind.

[Assistant] "Thank you, miss." He replied with. "Belle, may we discuss about something? Like I said, really important." He replied with, awaiting for the girl to decide wether or not she'd want to talk about such thing Huzuni was anxious for telling her.

[User] Belle listens quietly to the conversation until Huzuni showed up, asking to talk to her. Again? She thinks to herself, turning to stare at Huzuni for a few moments. "As long as it is quick, and it is really urgent," Belle says, before turning to look at Ramia. "I won't be long, honey." She says, giving Ramia a kiss on the cheek. Turning around, she walks out of the bridge, motioning for Huzuni to follow.

[Assistant]
James realized that he had given Penny to Scarlett right before they broke into Belle,s room."Scarlett Where did you leave Penny?
He then Set a course to Artyem,s posistions.

[User]
They seperate a little from Ramia and Huzuni tells Belle what he was worried about. "The cure I gave to you, while you were being controled by the virus, is about to end... you have 20 more minutes of immunity. You'd think that I could just keep making these but... I can't. The virus will adapt and eventually, it will be imune to the drug."

He lowered his head a little before continuing with a low tone of voice. "I think that you're eventually going to be taken over again... Unless we find a real doctor or surgeon, we can't do much... You may go back to talk with Ramia."

The man turned arround and went on to search to James, before he started walking, he whispered. "I'm sorry, I can't do anything about it..." He then continued to search to James, to discuss their next destination.

[Assistant] After receiving the little kiss on her cheek Ramia paced back and forth on the bridge in a rather agitated manner. I should be fixing the Guardian... If we get in to a fight here I'd rather have at least one ace up my sleeve... Why are people fussing so damn much without results? She let out a little annoyed sigh and again paused to stare out from the window. Why here of all places? Damnit? This is not an advantageous terrain... Well... at least this place does have some defensive positions we could use for our advantage... The dark haired woman glanced at the door that lead out of the bridge. I hope Belle is ok... What if the virus comes back? What should I do? Focus... don't let your worry show.

[User] "You know for a general you sure have a bad pokerface." He looked at her his eye,s showing hints of amusement." And about Belle i think we have to nock her out for this mission. And since you are the closest to her. in both ways." he laughed." It would be wise if you did the nocking out part." He then also looked outside. This part of space was mostly picked clean by scavengers. But you could still see the Wrecks of old ships to full of radiation to even near it." We will be at Artyem's location soo try fixing up your suit in the few hours that you have. Oh and dont forget nocking your girlfriend out. I dont want here screwing up my plans by blowing up the ship."

[Assistant]
Belle's eyes lower as she listens. That would be horrible, She thinks to herself. If the virus were to become immune to the cure, then she may be stuck with it in her head. "T-Thank you... For telling me this," She says before she turns and walks back to the bridge.
Belle slinks into the bridge, looking slightly downed, and she makes her way back up to Ramia and James. "Hi... I'm back," She murmers, straightening up. "What's happening?"

[User] " um nothing just talking about the reef is all. Why dont you two just go fix the space suit." He then contaced Ramia via data pad saying." Do it.

[Assistant] Ramia offered her right hand to Belle and smiled "How about we go and see what we can do about that big toy of mine." She glanced at James and rolled her eye. I will not harm her any more than what is necessary, you'd better keep that in mind. The dark haired woman then headed towards the Guardian.

[User] "Alright," Belle answers, looking downed, before she takes Ramia's hand. Forcing a smile on her face, which was easy with Ramia there. Walking with Ramia to the guardian, she looks at her. "Ramia, I'm not sure if Huzuni wants me to tell you this or not, but, in twenty minutes or so I am going to come under the influence of the virus again. I have the pouch with the liquid stuff and the bullet to cure me, but he claims that eventually it will become immune to it." Belle says. When they reach the Guardian, she decides to take her mind off of anything else and focus on fixing the Guardian. Walking up to it's leg and crouching down, she begins to inspect the damage. "Where should I start?"

[Assistant] You have to be kidding me... Why does that damn medicine have such a ridiculously low effective time? Ramia smiled reassuringly "We'll just have to find a new medicine then." She tilted her head and examined the Guardian while making calculations about what the two of them could accomplish. "I think we should fix the thrusters and do something about the damaged wiring on the right arm - since it's missing the cannon... Hmmm... I say we start with the thrusters and see what we can do about the arm after that." She removed her jacket and took out a rather large crate full of all sorts of spare parts - obviously you could get some really good parts if you know what you are looking for. "Ok, let's start with the main thruster since it just isn't working at all."

[User] "Yes, we should. Good plan." The girl stands, and moves to the main thruster of the Guardian. "let's see. The igniter seems to be quite damaged. Yes, and the deatomizer also seems to be completely gone." Belle shakes her head and grabs some parts, beginning to work on the thruster, humming to herself.

[Assistant] Huzuni headed up to James and asked. "Hey, captain? Got a moment to discuss something here? It's about our next destination." He then awaited for the captain to answer, due to it seeming he was distracted at the momment.

[User]
"Penny?" Scarlet asked looking confused at James. "Oh that bird.?" She soon replied having a quick thought back to when that girl was first locked in her room. "I will get it." She said thinking about the last location she remembered leaving it.

She returned twenty minutes later looking a little worse for wear, "here it is." she passed it to him her words slightly out of breath sounding, probably due to the fact that she took fifteen minutes to find the damned thing and didn't want to be too late so she jogged back. "Why do you need it?" She asked.

[Assistant]
Ramia smiled faintly and began fixing the leg thrusters. "Sadly I didn't quite get all the parts I needed. As you see this little toy has the most powerful thrusters which the frame can support, does miracles for movement, but... heh... umh... It also needs triple dampening... which I didn't have time to install when I... when... things happened." The dark haired woman shook her head slightly and sighed. "Oh well, not going to dwell on it now, there are more important things to think about..."

Though Ramia claimed that she was not a good mechanic she seemed to know exactly where every part went in the thrusters. "I should have taken a Mark VII or even Mark X... Especially the latter model is a real beauty - not necessarily the fastest Flight Suit, but it just has so much stopping power." Her voice was filled with excitement. "I hate to brag, but... Well... My Mark IV may seem a bit... out of shape, but with the thrusters back to full operational capacity I'm able to outmaneuver and outgun even a full fledged Avenger - you know, those anti ship Flight Suits with their fancy beam swords and quad beam cannons..." The Halcyon General spoke of the Avenger like it was one of the most beautiful war machines ever built - which it in her own opinion more or less was. "I just hope we'll find enough parts to repair the beam cannon on the Guardian... Then I can show you guys exactly how good an ace I am." She smiled warmly and continued fixing the thrusters.

[User] Belle chuckles, otherwise remaining quiet as she connects the new de-atomizer. Ramia sounded very happy, quite excited, which made Belle smile. If Ramia was happy, that gave her a reason to be happy, too. As Ramia finished her speech, Belle makes a bawky comment. "I already know how good you are... In bed." She begins to laugh, before leaning back after the new part was successfully connected. She began to move to the side of the thruster, making sure that parts were properly secured and welded.

[Assistant] " That bird aint mine its Belle's bird if you could just give it to her thank you very much." He then looked at Hizi who looked worried. Wich made no sense for him at al." Yes Hizi you wanted to talk to me?"

[User] "Well... there's something I must ask of you. Could we perhaps head to a hospital that may be in the nearby sectors? I have 2 more shots for Belle to use against the virus... but it will eventually adapt to the drug. So, we need a doctor. And fast!" He told James.