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Nickname(Optional): Pfft, no.
Age: 24
Gender: Male
Physical Appearance: Of Average build with short dark hair, Neil isn't exactly the most unique specimen. He is fit but not noticeably so. He isn't big at all, but he is also not small. He has a face girls can find cute, but not exactly dreamy. Tanned skin and a ruddy complexion from all of the machine's he's worked on, coupled with the calluses on his hands gives him an experienced look despite the very youthful appearance he has. All in all, other than the twinkling of his eyes and the trademark grin, he is essentially average. He has dark eyes and very dark brown hair, enough to be considered black under most light. He's about 5'10 and 165 pounds.
Clothing: He often wears baggy pants, mostly military cargo. He likes to wear single colored T-Shirts. Usually he wears red.
Personality: Oh, now that is a question. To say Neil is eccentric is...well, that hits the nail on the head. Very good with hand-eye coordination, competent combatant, good engineer, and a daring pilot. But prone to sarcasm, snide remarks, unorthodox behavior, and just good old fashioned explosions. He's a born jokester, though behind his charming yet insufferable demeanor belies a certain intelligence, and to those he enjoys, he does tend to have a big heart.

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"Hot," Junebug commented. Softly as the rear of the line exploded in great geyzers of rolling flame. For a moment she felt like she ought to be ordering a platoon of tanks forward into the breech torn in an enemy line by an artillery barage. But there were no tanks, only her and Neil. Junebug raced forward through the smoke, leaping over a ruined adobe wall. All was chaos now. The Spiders and Scorpions had never been soldiers, but now any semblence of discipline was gone. Junebug saw one spider, stunned and bleeding, shoot another simply because he was a shape moving in the haze. Many more were simply throwing down their weapons and fleeing. Junebug fired her railgun methodically, every two seconds, simply swinging her reticule onto one heat signature after another and squeezing the trigger, careful not to overheat the weapon. Even so she felt the heat of of the glowing barrel against her armor, make work done in the hold of the Highlander not quite up to the task of properly cooling so potent a weapon.

A knot of resistance was forming at the entrance to the Spider's compound. The Scorpions had taken the worst of Neil's efforts and the Spider's were beginning to capitalize. Sayeeda targeted the strong point and fired, blasting sandbags and the weapon behind appart in a spraying fireball of white hot glass. She pulled a grenade from her belt and tossed it over the ruin, waiting a second for the concussive pop and the fingers of white smoke spread by the grains of white phosphorus. Scream tore from the a dozen throats and burning men scattered in all directions, clawing at their flesh. Sayeeda charged into the breech, her armor protecting her from the unspent grains which still hissed and popped. A spider leaped at her. She caught him, servos in the armor whining and then pitched him sideways into a concrete pillar with an audible crack. He slumped, legs slack and screaming. Junebug put a round through his chest, unwilling to leave a crippled man who could still pull a trigger at her back. A bullet spanged off her breastplate and she spun, dropping another attacker with a punch that shattered his jaw in a spray of blood and bone. Swinging her railgun she smashed the skull of a cowering thug and then felled three more with a long burst of atomized blood and burning clothing. The gangsters, accustomed to swaggering casual violence, were unable to handle the sudden and savage concentration delivered by a professional. They broke and ran. Junebug followed rail gun cracking as quickly as her optics could pick out targets in the smoke.

"I think we are going to..." Junebug's trasmission cut off suddenly as something massive and hot slammed into her chest. The sky cartwheeled overhead and she crashed through the adobe wall of one of the dwellings which had survived Neil's detonation. A table broke beneath her in a spray of splintering timber and the breath was driven from her chest. She lay there, stunned and unable to move. Electrical discharge sparked over her chest and the reek of burning insulation filled her nostrils.

"I knew it was you bitch," a voice called from the hole she had blasted in the wall. Sayeeda couldn't turn her head. Her eyes flicked downwards moving through menus of her armors display. They flickered and disolved into static, a confused mass of damage reports and critical failure messages. The Spider stepped into view flanked by three thugs. She was in battle dress and carried a light anti tank rifle. A single shot piece which Sayeeda knew to be effective against light armored units at close range. The Spider was either very good or had gotten very lucky to hit her. Or both of course. The woman stood over her, thumbing another fist sized charge into the smoking breech of her weapon.

"I told your boyfriend not to fuck with me. Apparently he didn't convey my message..."

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Stinger's grin was lost when flame and shrapnel erupted behind her. Had she not been sporting her armor, she might have been seriously wounded. As it stood, the grenade had passed her and hit the back wall within the compound, engulfing one of her gangers and knocking the other two against the wall. The mob boss was flung forward, her body and rifle slamming into Junebug to send them both tumbling into the grime and dirt.

"Dammit," Neil cursed, lowering his weapon when he saw he couldn't shoot one without killing the other in the process. He holstered the grenade launcher on his back and swung about his rifle, flipping off the safety with a 'click'. "Guess it's a cat fight." He quipped, joking of course. Despite the dismissive name, he knew if he leapt into the tussle he'd have no better chance than either of coming out on top. Junebug was more than a match for him in their wrestling matches most of the time and Stinger looked like she was used to killing men larger than her to reach her position.

He leaped off the roof of the building and aligned his battle-rifle to his eye. Immediately the darkened night was flooded with light through the scope as he surveyed the area quickly. The explosions had cast the battle into an all-out quagmire. Bullets and laser rang out through the night across battleline. Neil saw two mutants struggling on the ground, both stabbing at one another with strangely shaped knives. Upon further inspection, he saw they were shivs made from broken aircar parts. Neil passed them, hefting his rifle and discharging a shot, taking a spider in the next. His next shot blew a gout of blood out of the head of a scorpion that had poked his head out too far from the sandbags.

A bullet punched into his flack fest, causing him to grunt. He turned from where he felt the bullet hit and fired at a ganger caught with a dumb look on his face. The round punched through his groin, sending him to the ground.

"Gotta get to Sayeeda..." He told himself.

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Junebug was momentarily face to face with the Spider, the woman's face contorted in shock and fear. That momentary startlement transmuted quickly into rage as she realized she hadn't been badly hit. She rolled on top of Sayeeda and pulled a knife from a sheath at her waist, the point glinting above Junebug. The armor was proof against most attacks but she didn't doubt a determined enemy could find a seam to work the blade into. She paged frantically though the restart menus but couldn't get the armor to boot up. Whatever damage the anti-vehicle round had done, it had been severe.

"Can't get your fancy suit to work?" the Spider sneered, leaning down to drag the point of her knife across the visor of the helmet. Gunfire was beginning to slacken outside though the goon who had survived Neil's grenade attack was firing his rifle out into the night, using the hole her armor had punched in the adobe wall as a firing port.

"That is the problem with all you offworlders who come to Teosinte, thinking you are so fucking clever, you always get too clever for your own good." The stinger stabbed the knife down at the visor. It struck the plasteel and deflected away. Cursing the gang boss tried again with as little effect. Getting wise she found the neck seam and began to probe with the point.

"You just lay there and die like a good little..."

Junebug triggered the suits critical fail. Spending a life in armored vehicles gives one a healthy fear of being trapped inside after the vehicle has been crippled. More than one tanker ended their days screaming as fire consumed their vehicle as they pounded at a stuck hatch. Junebug had harbored similar concerns about the suit and had allayed them by spreading an ounce of blasting paste along a machined grove where the armor mated. She triggered it by doubletapping a small switch in her right gauntlet. The armor burst away from her body in a wash of heat as its connections were literally blasted appart. The Stinger screamed and tumbled back, beating a flames on her leggings. The effect was stunning, but Junebug had been ready for it. She rolled free of her ruined armor and snatched for one of the fallen rifles. The Stinger, her reactions damned quick despite the concussion of the blast, lunged forward with her knife. Junebug parried clumisly with her weapon as though at bayonet drill and then drove the butt of it down into the gangsters chest. Whatever armor she had there cushioned the blow but it was powerful enough to send her crashing back into a ruined cabinet. Junebug swung the rifle up and pulled the trigger. The weapon clacked and seized as one of the brass cartriges fouled the loading mechanism. The Stinger barked out a laugh and lunged at her with the knife. Junebug tried to parry but her opponent was wise to that and the blade raked up her arm shredding the body suit she had been wearing and sending a flash of pain through her body. Sayeeda drove a knee up in a blow that would have broken bone if the Stinger had been unarmored. As it was the knife weilding woman was lifted an inch from the ground and staggered back. Junebug delivered a spinning kick which connected with her opponents shoulder, pitching her back across the room and slamming her face against the wall. With the agillity of a street fighter the Stinger came round, blood on her lips and knife in hand.

"You will have to do better than that, I've been killing with a knife since I was a child," the bloodied gangboss snarled. Junebug rolled her eyes.

"Do you ever shut up?" she demanded, raising both her fists into a guard posture. The Stinger shrieked in rage and rushed forward, blade held low. Junebug stamped on the edge of a piece of shattered timber, spinning it into the air and spoiling her opponents footwork. The Stinger stumbled but came on slashing with her blade. Junebug struck out with a feint that lifted her opponents gaze and then delivered a punishing strike to her opponents elbow, forcing her to drop the knife. Pivoting off the momentum she delivered a stomping kick to the inside of the Stinger's knee. THere was an audible pop and the woman screamed and went down. Junebug took a step towards the downed woman but the Stinger came up with a grenade in her hand, handle primed.

"Over so quickly, well I guess I can take my time with your boyfriend when I find him, I'm going to..." the threat trailed off in a scream made tinny by the boom of Neil's handgun. The Stinger's wrist exploded like a tree bursting in the winter frost. Without thinking about it Junebug kicked the hand, sending the grenade flying out into the night where it burst with a crump that threw Junebug to the ground. She blinked the spots from her eyes and then saw Neil's face appear in the hole in the wall. He looked down at the Stinger but she was already dead, having caught a piece of grenade shrapnel with the back of her skull.

"That," Junebug commented, "Is fucking team work."

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The Highlander was unique in many ways, but it certainly sounded like a ship. There was always an ever present hum in the air, from the power, to the engines, to the small beeps the various computers would make around every corner. Tanya had finally begun to get used to it, but Neil and Sayeeda were accustomed to it for many years, albeit through different circumstances. It was nice to be back there after being so long planetside, particularly in the dump they had just left. Neil still felt like he smelled like mutant gangers everywhere he went. Thank Gideon it was worth it. All that stolen ordnance and a few thousand units of credit added to their databooks for their trouble, most of it illicit but that didn't matter worth shit.

Saxon had begun hibernating again. He had slaughtered most of the spiders, and even a few scorpions; devouring the men he could and spitting out the particularly mutated, commenting on how sour or unpleasant they were. He equated it to eating a burnt piece of meat. There was a bland, disagreeable quality to them if they were heavily irradiated enough. Neil had never tried human, or mutant for that matter, but he would take Saxon's word for it. It seemed his evolved form had a high metabolism and needed rest if a lot of energy was expended, and so now the hulking bounty hunter slept peaceably for once in the cargo hold.

"Glad t' 'ave you lads and lasses back, first mate. But ye havnae given any coordinates." Lonney remarked, being given his default 'highland' voice setting.

"That's because we don't know where the fuck to go yet, Lonney." Neil remarked, slowing down their sublight engines so they could orbit a nearby moon, switching off all power but life support, gravity, and the auxiliary, making the ship undetectable to anyone that wasn't specifically looking hard in their area. The pilot placed his hands behind his head and kicked back, feet on the dash as it were. "Me and the captain will need a word before we go anywhere, and she's somewhere around here."

"Aye, lad. In the meantime, we 'ave heated water an' coffee. 'Ad plenty o' time to heat stuff up while you lot were down there, ya ken?"

"Yeah, it took longer than I thought, I'll admit. But all in all, it was a bonding experience." Neil replied, gazing out of the display. The moon, Gamera IV, was purple in hue and littered with so many craters it nearly had a uniform, smooth look to it.


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Chapter: Angels of Absolution

Chapter Demeanour: The Angels of Absolution are basically Dark Angels that do not believe that the elimination of all Fallen is necessary to receive the Emperor's forgiveness. They believe they have already been absolved through their subsequent service or are no longer associated with those that betrayed their primarch, Lion El'Johnson, long ago. Hence, they do not consider themselves "Unforgiven," and may not necessarily leave a mission to go after the Fallen if the opportunity arises. Punishing all traitors is of course, still a priority, but these guys have put their personal fears of shame aside for the good of the Imperium.

Often, The Angels of Absolution have worked alongside the Dark Angels, Deathwing and Ravenwing, although there may occasionally have been some friction due to their opposing ideologies. They only partially follow the Codex Astartes. Some may believe the Emperor will judge their souls in the afterlife and therefore see him as divine, while others leave such speculation to those who need it. Honor and atonement are heavy personal themes for these Astartes, and redemption and forgiveness are seen as possible to attain.

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Personal Demeanour: Aldaric is very pragmatic. Like most space marines, he is focused on war, which demands a high degree of self control. He is loyal, obedient, courageous, and everything else you would expect for a honed warrior in the Emperor's legions, but he is also an individual. He is less likely to get involved in petty arguments over spirituality or government and more likely to be forgiving of the details as long as there is no disloyalty. He firmly believes that it is important to focus on the present, that honor is a continual act at each moment, despite the mistakes of the past. In battle, he is of the mind that the Emperor wants you alive and fighting, not sacrificed upon the alter of vain glory. He tends to pull others together with comradery and leadership. He would likely be the one to stop his own advance in order to help keep a brother alive and firing.

As far as xenos go, Aldaric bears true hatred against only one, the Tyranids. Other than that, he simply believes in human superiority and right to dominate. Killing xenos is no problem, but killing human traitors is a sad thing indeed.

Speciality: He's a good melee fighter, but probably not best placed at the very front line due to his inclination toward assisting others, directing attacks, and being unusually aware of the tides of battle on the field in general. He has natural qualities of leadership and awareness, which become suppressed when fully devoted to face-to-face combat.

Rank: Recruited as tactical marine.

Power Armour History: Mark VII Aquila/Imperator armor that had been painted white previously. Unknown know who may have worn it before. It's been kept in repair and there are some runes etched on the inside of the breastplate that supposedly confer protection.

Description: Aldaric looks pretty decent, aside for one bionic eye. His left eye is blue, and he has light colored skin and somewhat long, thick silver hair. He looks about 40 to 45 in age, pretty standard for being hundreds of years old. A scar over the right eye suggests what might have happened to it in the past.

Skills: Being a tactical marine, Aldaric is proficient with a wide range of weapons. He's more than decent with range weapons and prefers them since their use usually allows a wider field of vision. His excellent awareness skill has saved him and those close to him many times. Aldaric is literate, and he has unique familiarity with fighting Tyranid among other foes.

History: Aldaric was recruited from a deathworld that basically had dragons on it. Human populations had to band together and work with each other to defend themselves against the great beasts. Among them, young Aldaric was a knight who's duty it was to hunt and slay the enemy. Driven with lethal rage, he organized a small band to avenge a devastating attack on his home city that had resulted in the death of his entire family. He was the last man standing with the pelt of the black dragon, Felblaze, in his hand when a representative of the Dark Angels revealed himself. Aldaric had been judged worthy of the opportunity to fight and defend more people, to be part of a new family, and with nothing left to hold him back, he accepted. Aldaric forwent his former family name and changed it to Felbane, as a threat to all the new dragons he would slay.

Having survived the training and transformation into a space marine, Aldaric spent several centuries in service of the Emperor and mankind. Most recently, he fought in the Third Tyrannic War on Tarsis Ultra against the Hive Fleet Leviathan alongside Ultramarines, Mortifactors, several other chapters, and a Deathwatch kill team. Very many lives were lost, but the contingent was vital in stopping about half the Leviathon fleet from advancing into the Milky Way.

The reasons why Aldaric Felbane was tithed to the Deathwatch are unknown, but being one of the few to survive at Tarsis Ultra was probably a factor. His long years of experience and success in the Angels of Absolution had risen him to company master. His loss will be felt.

Being so selected is not seen so much an honor to the Dark Angels subchapters as it is a cause for grief and foreboding. Aldaric doesn't understand the basis for Imperial militaristic machinations, but he obeys, holding to the promise that he is needed to prevent the death of mankind.

Equipment and Armament: Stalker Pattern Bolter, powersword, grenades.

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Watching the suits of armor of his new brethren receiving their fresh coat of black paint reminded Sorrow of his own initiation, merely a few days ago -- a rather more solitary affair than this group event. The assignment of veterans to the newly inducted as instructors and guides reminded him, once again, of his loss, especially when Astartes from similar or related Chapters were coupled together. While he awaited one such adviser of his own, none came, and Sorrow found himself feeling even more alienated when he followed Captain Roa within the corridors of the fortress, away from his brothers.

There was a pregnant silence in the air after Roa's question. After a few seconds, Sorrow raised his hands and removed his own helmet, revealing the horrifically burned wreck of his face. The bone of his lower jaw was exposed to the air in some places, all the flesh having been seared away, and much of the rest of his face was covered in thick scar tissue that bloated and disfigured his features. Set deep within the twisted mass of his face were Sorrow's eyes, colored a pale shade of gray that was reminiscent of a snowstorm, and the conflicted emotions the Astartes felt were plain to read in them.

"When I arrived to this fortress, the Master of the Vigil heard my tale and accepted me into the fold of the Deathwatch. I was allowed to shed myself of my origins and to renounce my Chapter once and for all. I would like it to stay that way, sir. The Emperor has my undying loyalty and devotion and I shall strive to rid the galaxy of his foes until the end of my days. Is that not what matters most?" Sorrow responded in the same penetrating whisper as before.

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The rest of the marines followed suit with introductions and a few other requests for the return of their equipment, none of which were answered and were rather taken for enthusiasm, a pointless notion if ever there was one. Still there was the ceremony of the return of their armor so at least that could be checked over now. As their armor was borne to them by a number of tracked servitors - things that had once been men and women who had serve the Imperium unflinchingly and with all due diligence and thus received the Blessing of Iron.

As the Ecclesiarchy priest(in Draksal's opinion versed in the Cult Mechanicus would have been more suitable) applied what was in some places his suits third coat of paint, the reality of the situation began to set in. That despite it seeming like he only just left due to his time in the stasis field, he was now many light years from his fellow Sons of Medusa, among people whose beliefs were very different from his own. Yet he was expected to work with these people who were far too attached to their weak flesh and none of whom worshiped the emperor as a god, the only exception being the Black Templar Berauth and his faith was via the Ecclesiarchal teachings. For most believers of the Cult Mechanicus this too would be at least as distasteful as meany chapter's continued belief in the Imperial Truth, but The Sons of Medusa where perhaps one of the few groups who did not view the Imperial religious institution that they were not a part of with disdain, due to their rather quiet belief that the two would one day become unified in their worship.

It was with mixed feeling then that, after his donning his armor and running similar checks on it as he had on himself, that he was assigned a member of the Iron Hands as his 'Initiate'. Having one who shared many beliefs and potential needs would be rather useful for him in getting used to the fortress. However there was the problem of the 'many' part, as those few that separated them had resulted in the exile of those who eventually founded his chapter. He would need to head closely the advice of the Chamber Ferrum and not bring it up. Ever. The Techmarine's wordless salute did not help clarify whether his opinion of Draksal's chapter was cold disdain or if it was a genuine show of respect. He returned it all the same. Not exhibiting any outward emotion did have a few disadvantages in the communication department but they could be overcome by being forthright with your intentions.

"It is a blessing to be placed in your custody for my initial assignment, Brother-Techmarine. " It truly was, for the Techmarines of the iron hands and their descendants acted as chaplains would in other chapters, along with their usual duties.

" I have a few questions, after which I intend to head to the armory to inspect my own equipment and what heavy weapons this station has access too before we assemble formally. Is there a digital map of the station available? Will I be able to continue the path of purging the weakness of my flesh here or does the deathwatch not have access to that amount of Bionics? Also are you or any of your brothers versed in techno-exorcism?"

He was very interested in what the armory held, for while the Sons of Medusa's forges were known to be able to produce most equipment of the Adeptus Astartes, even some of the rarer pieces, the deathwatch may have access to some particular advanced or novel devices his chapter did not yet have patterns for or nor the chance to examine.

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Kurt was quite glad that somebody from his own Chapter was to be the one supervising him. The other Chapters of course did great service to Emperor and Imperium but they were so barbaric, so unorganised, and so arrogant despite it being quite clear that only one Chapter and it's successor's deserved the right to be arrogant; the Ultramarines. The least instigating word the Scout Sergeant could think of Chapters of another Primarch was "silly." The life of an Ultramarine was twice as much as one of the others, Kurt had to remember that.

He marched forth with his hands behind his back, staring at Brother Cylaris with praise. "I have done so many times, but I am still honoured to meet someone who has defended the Imperium's second capital, and the home of the warriors rivalled only by the Emperor's gilded honour Guard." he said, not particularly minding the fact that he was saying the Ultramarines were the best Marines. After all, arguing against that would be like arguing about the existence of one's boots -- Kurt quickly amended the thought remembering that he was not yet wearing boots. The Scout had the privilege of not being so thoroughly annoyed by the Priest of the Eclessiarchy and Servitors, for he merely had carapace armour. He sighed a little with grief as the ornately decorated carapace armour upon him was painted black. With it's dark shade, one would not even be able to make out the muscle shapes upon it, making dealing with nobles (especially ladies) quite a bit more difficult. Still, the Deathwatch was a test of one's mettle, he could not breeze through it like his usual duties.

The transhuman stared at his shoulder with his tongue sticking out as the greatest care was used to place the Deathwatch pauldron upon his shoulder. There. He gave a little sigh of relief, it was done. Presumably, they would soon go on to their duties that involved shooting and cutting. Still, there was time to kill. An eyebrow was raised in the direction of the neophyte grouped with von Inri, and Kurt asked the question. "Willing to give the secret of your Chapter away?" he asked with a smirk.

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Aldaric merely watched quietly as Captain Roa spoke. The servitors tracked up, and Aldaric recognized the bone white powerarmor of an Angels of Absolution brother, HIS powerarmor. He hardly identified it as his own from the outside, having never fully appreciated it from this angle. He noted its emptiness, a mere shell, as they all were. Was it symbolic?

The servitors themselves were sad cases, living machines, left without much mind of their own. They were failures, yet still they served. Aldaric briefly wondered at how much difference there was between one of them and an Astartes. At this point, there was not much else to do but to behold the moment, to take in and be one with the meaning in the ceremony.

Again, he did nothing but watch as the painting began. Black covered white, numbers erased, company colors, erased. Very much so it felt like the death of his former existence, and indeed it was, for from this day forward, he would willingly don his new black armor himself. He would encase himself in a new mission, a new identity, and become a merciless machine, an angel of death to the dragon enemies of the Emperor, the Tyranid, the Orcs, and other xenos. His sole focus would be this, and it no longer mattered where he was from, or even who his gene-father was. Nothing else mattered.

A fatalistic stoicism dominated his gaze like a dark cloud as Aldaric suited up. It seemingly would have overtaken his persona ever afterward, had it not been for the look given him by his approaching new mentor, Brother Rathanael. The Consecrator's gaze locked onto his own, holding it, shattering it as Aldaric momentarily froze, the last fastening of his right Deathwatch pauldron held still in his hand. Aldaric blinked his biologic eye, finding himself suddenly freed from blindly following the path of the inevitable as he looked at his blood-brother in that ancient armor. Without words, a bond instantly formed between them, and he had been saved.

Aldaric paused, strangely heartened. Inside he knew, he felt it. He could now go forward with appropriate mind. Like the Angels of Absolution from which he hailed, he had no need to look back. "Loyalty and honor, Brother Rathanael." He said, expecting no response in return, and then he finally secured his new pauldron as the last piece of his armor.


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Here are mine, give me some feed back if you would please~!
Gender - Male
Rank - Unknown
Clan - Unknown
Appearance -

Personality - He's driven and constantly questioning things. His thirst for knowledge is matched by his unease and constant vigilance. Loosing his sight made him paranoid of most everything and surprisingly mellowed him out He blames himself for their mother's death and constantly wonders if he should have died and not her.

Relationships (Family/Mate/Crush) - Dark (Sister), Hawk (Brother), Dapples (Mother)

History - He was born to Dapples when they lived with humans, but shortly after his birth his mother took the litter and left. The kits grew up on the move, their mother running from whatever made them leave their home. But it was when Dapples was sheparding their lot across a deserted Thunder path that tragedy struck. His mother was killed by a monster when she was helping her son cross. Owl was thrown free of certain death but the monster clipped him, leaving him in pain and the world in darkness. Since then he has been seeing things, and refused any rest when he sleeps.

Other - Blind from his mother's death.

Name - Dark
Gender - Female
Rank - Unknown
Clan - Unknown
Appearance -

Personality - She is strong. That all she is. She picks up her brothers and powers through any obstacle between them. With a sharp wit, she finds amusement in toying with the distant Hawk or bantering with Owl.
Relationships (Family/Mate/Crush) - Hawk (Brother), Owl (Brother), Dapples (Mother)
History - Before her mother's death she was learning to hunt little things, and afterwards she was a primary source of their meager meals before the trio ran into Dust. Still she will often try to hunt, wanting to help her brothers in some way.
Other - N/A

Name - Hawk
Gender - Male
Rank - N/A
Clan - N/A
Appearance -

Personality - Hawk was traumatised by his mother's death and blames Owl for it. He has withdrawn into himself and often will snap at the slightest insult; real or not. He sees his only goal is to honor is mother's wishes and help Dark. Owl he would happily leave by the wayside.
Relationships (Family/Mate/Crush) - Dark (Sister), Owl (Brother), Dapples (Mother)
History - N/A
Other -

Name - Duster 'Dust'
Gender - Female
Rank - N/A
Clan - N/A
Appearance -
Personality - A elderly cat of good sense and killer instincts. She is a tad senile and claims she is old enough to speak as she likes and do as she likes. She has no quarrels with humans and often finds them delightful. She takes joy in the small things in life.
Relationships (Family/Mate/Crush) - N/A
History - Dust lost her owner due to old age and left the house shortly after getting a feeling she needed to do something. Along her way she found the three kits and brought them with her. Looking for a place they could stay while she sorted through where she was going exactly. Though she has a feeling the little Owl's problem with sleeping is the key.
Other - Declawed in front claws.

[User] Boulderstar nodded in appreciation. "Thank you, Nettlefang", she meowed kindly. "We could really use your help." The clan leader had gotton a little tense. Thoughts of the runaway kit roaming in her mind. She hoped he was fine. "I just hope he is not in trouble. Let's go find the little rascal before someone else does it." Boulderstar fell into a rather quick pace. She needed to find Owlkit. She would never forgive herself if something happened to the little kitten under her protection. It was her clan, her duty, and Owlkit was her responsibility just as any other cat. Where would a little kitten go? Exploring the territory probably. She just hoped he knew where to stop...

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Sharpthorn wasn't surprised at his deputy's request but gave a nod of agreement. You are the law so I must obey but now I fear your heart is too soft, Sunflame is a warrior by age not skill.Sharpthorn thought. He was about to voice his concerns when Spottedblossom's kits tackled the other tom making him decide to leave the conversation for later.

He then caught up with their leader that was leading the patrol. "Oakstar, if you will allow it I'd prefer to accompany the group up in the trees. From there it will be easier for me to scent and watch out for any incoming threats. Besides if you get ambushed or encounter another group I could attack from the sky, giving us the element of surprise," he offered. It took a lot of skill to travel from tree to tree but since the forest was dense all trees here were very close so it made the task a lot easier.

Having one cat unseen would be an advantage as most could underestimate the patrol and try to attack, only to find death from above. Sharpthorn would have preferred to have a companion up in the trees but he didn't know the other cats in the group well enough to know if they could handle it but he suspected at least one of them could do it without getting himself injured or being too slow to go at the pace those in the ground had.

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Eelpaw was disappointed at Smokepaw's departure but after thinking it for a while realized it wasn't so bad, he'd get to spend some time alone with Witheredpaw who he found very attractive. "It seems it's just the two of us then," he meowed. "I do have to warn you the moves I'm about to teach you are very hard to master and may even leave you in love with me but shall we get going?" he joked as he made his way out of the den, waiting for Witheredpaw to follow.

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Venuskit was comfortable sleeping besides her brother and Shadowkit but unlike them, the loud noise the others made did wake her up. She was confused at first but clarity soon reached her and she shook her head in frustration. The small kit then sneaked her way out of the nursery without anyone noticing and crept out of camp when everyone looked in amusement at the other kits.

Venuskit was curious about what the forest was like, she remembered little of it but knew how to avoid dangers and where to not go. Her overprotective father guardian, Sharpthorn had made sure Stormkit and her learned all about it from the safety of the den, but for her that wasn't enough. The kit wanted to experience it for herself and as no one noticed the small kit slip out of camp she warily wandered the forest, hoping to find something interesting she could show Sharpthorn later.

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Oakclan

Witheredpaw looked at the adult she-cat which entered the den and robbed the Smokapaw to herself, sighing she make a sarcastic look toward Eelpaw "Hoo-o! sounds promising, but a small warning charmer.... if you think that I'm easy... you will be surprised..." she meowed raised her tail high, and walked proudly out following the tom.

Vineshine sitted next to her brother Tigersky, looking the camp silently. Flicking his tail nervously Tigersky sighed for boredom "Maybe we could go hunting, what do you think?" he meowed quieltly, not even looking to his sister. Vineshine looked around the camp thoughfully "Better if we don't, Featherwhisker look like she have some thinks for you...maybe" she purred smilling.

Boulderclan

Copperpaw stopped after when his mentor stopped calling him to name the herbs she founded. Thinking he looked at the blue berries, taking a sniff "Blueberry?...wait no...they're juniper berries right?" he meowed loudly when remembering, gazing his mentor expectantly, was he right or not.

Aspenclaw shaked his head as the younger tom turned to help him "Noo noo! I am fine...don't mind about me...just lets move on" he meowed making a smile to him, mostly too tell him tha anything was fine.

Snowthorn looked at Brimpelt talking with his apprentice Granitepaw. She waited them to end their talk so they could go to the hunting patrol as the tom was promised.

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@CLIW@CondorTheMole Oakstar nodded to his mate as she returned with Smokepaw. Looking around, it was quite the sizable patrol. Perhaps at the end of it, he would send a warrior back with Frostwhisker and Smokepaw then take the other two to check the river border. The stones were easy to cross for a well-balanced cat so he wanted to make sure that no loners or rouges had wandered into their territory.

His gaze then turned to rest on his daughter as she came walking up. "Go ahead. A hunting patrol would be good right now." he agreed, surveying his gaze around the camp to make sure it would still be secure during their time away. It would be good to have Witheredpaw on a hunting patrol since it would soon be her time to become a warrior. He flicked his ear to over hear the words his deputy said to Sharpthorn, regarding Sunflame and his former kittypet status. For now, the leader let his deputy handle it but it would be something he would remain plenty aware of.

He was just about to exit the camp when his deputy was tackled by kits. The leader gave an amused look before nodding in understanding. He headed out of the camp with his group, flicking his tail as a gesture that it was time to depart. The tabby leader turned his head at the sound of Sharpthorn addressing him. He nodded in agreement to Sharpthorn. "It would be a great advantage should we encounter trouble so feel free to follow us among the trees." he told the tom. It could be a difficult task to travel by tree but Oakstar had faith that the tom could do it and if he couldn't, he could always join the rest of the patrol on the ground.

Oakstar headed for the border at a reasonable pace, scenting the air for any sign of dangers that may await the patrol.

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Petalwhisker nodded politely to Featherwhisker as the she cat headed out of the den. She looked over at Spottedblossom and shook her head. "I don't think so." she meowed and watched as the four kits headed out of the nursery. The gray queen let out an amused purr and shook her head slightly.

"They sure are an energetic bunch." She meowed. Shadowkit kept to himself quite a bit so he never caused much trouble for the queen. As for the other two kits she had taken care of since joining the clan, Venuskit and Stormkit, they seemed relatively controlled as well. What the queen didn't notice quite yet was Venuskit's disappearance.

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@AngelKitten Harepaw almost immediately unsheathed his claws at the mention of a cat other than a Boulderclan cat nearby. The tom seemed more than ready to fight and likely would have charged straight towards the scent if it hadn't been for Amberleaf's stern words. He listened but as to how well would have to be determined later. His fur bristled slightly and he appeared more than ready to put up a fight.

Pearpaw, on the other hand, folded her ears back looking cautious. She nodded to her mentor's instructions but it was likely she wouldn't be the one to attack first anyways. She preferred to avoid fights most of the time.

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Dark watched helplessly as Owl was batted and shoved about the small nest of roots. Hawk wasn't letting up, usually he ignored Owl or shoved him to the side. After several more minutes the she-cat stood and shoved her aggressive brother to the side. Though she was sleeker and not as fluffy, Dark was more muscle than either of her brothers and unquestionably able to keep Hawk in check. "Enough, Hawk! It wasn't his fault!" She lashed her tail, yowling over the loud protests of her mouse brained littermate. Turning her head to examine Owl she sighed in relief. He was missing some fur, and looked rather shameful but other than that there was no lasting harm done. "And be quite! We don't know what is out here!" Dark pleaded, trying to reason with the young male.

Hawk hissed and yowled as his sister knocked him away. Protesting to full extent the fact that Owl was getting off for his crime again. Though at Dark's reasoning he fell silent. She was always the thinker. Flattening his ears in anger his own tail looked twice it's size. "We should have left him behind. Dark, we can barely hunt for ourselves and you want to keep that dead weight around?" He hissed at Owl, the said kit shrinking back further. "This is all because of him! If you had just crossed! If you hadn't been such a coward-!"

"ENOUGH!" Dark snapped, swatting Hawk hard upside the head. Sadly, that was the straw that broke the camel's back. Hawk shrieked and launched himself at his sister. The two collided in a mess of fur and feline bodies. Owl scuttled to the side with a tired sigh. Hawk was right to be tense. As much as his littermates hated the Thunderpath it was also a guide in their lives. They had been following it, keeping well off it. Dreading that a monster would come and kill them too. Now they were in the middle of a strange place with danger... He let out a odd 'mert' of annoyance, as Dark and Hawk rocketed around the nest. Beating and tackling each other. It had happened enough as kits he could clearly remember Dark's black fur and Hawk's tabby speeding about their small dens. Their eyes bright with the mock fight, but this was hardly mock. A stress reliever, perhaps. He didn't even dare go towards the lovely smell of their kill. Hopefully Dust would return soon and help sort out the madness. Sniffing the air he caught nothing of Dust, she must have had to go a long ways.


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*Universe: Super Mario Bros.

*Appearance:

*Personality: Fawful is a loony, severely narcissistic egomaniac with a particular genius for engineering and brainwashing, a tenuous grasp on the syntax of the English language, a lust for world domination, and a huge chip on his frankly nonexistant shoulder.

*Powers/Skills: Fawful's main skill is his mechanical genius - he was able to build a functioning robot out of junk. Power-wise, he has a hidden antenna on his head that can shoot laser bolts.

*Brief Bio: Formerly the right-hand bean to the evil witch Cackletta, Fawful struck out on his own after realizing that he was doing all the work while she was getting all the glory (Her defeat may have contributed to this decision as well.) He hatched a brilliant if slightly convoluted plot to take over both the Mushroom Kingdom and the Koopa Troop - which worked - then to steal the power of the legendary Dark Star - which did not. After his defeat, mutation, and another defeat, he exploded himself in an attempt to take out Bowser and the Mario Bros. with him. This also did not work. next thing he knows, he wakes up in this city of strangeness.

*Equipment:
Vacuum Helmet: Also simply called "headgear," this is an odd helmet capable of flight, shooting energy blasts, and sucking up things for storage.
Multi-purpose Ray Gun: A weapon/tool capable of firing lasers, with alternate settings such as an extractor beam and a minion powerup function (currently disabled)
Flying Platform: Useful to get around when you have tiny legs and no endurance
Jumpsuit: In addition to being very comfortable and looking suitably dashing, it also allows him to fly for a limited time by flapping his arms, though this function is only used if both the vacuum helmet and the platform are disabled.
Cape: Extremely stylish by default, Fawful's signature red cape can be transformed into several other disguises.
Swirly Glasses: In addition to correcting one of Fawful's only flaws - terrible eyesight - these glasses also give him some power of hypnosis. While the effect is not as complete as it would be with his Brainwashrooms (which I made up because the game never explains how he does his brainwashing), they can help to push someone's mind in the right direction. (obviously this would only be successful on PCs if discussed beforehand)

*Others: Fawful has an odd version of a napoleon complex - he's not too short, everybody else is just pointlessly tall.

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Hermes' attention was briefly pulled from the Gorilla when the girl commented on him, saying he was cool and asking if he was a living weapon. After a moment's pause, the vehicle made his response, the perfect explanation that summed up everything and certainly fully explained why he could talk.

"I'm a motorrad," he said, simply. No-one else ever had asked for more explanation, after all.

Kino, however, was more distracted by the arrival of all the different... things. People would be the usual term, but not all of them were human or even human-like. The Gorilla, for one, was an animal, but it had the vague shape of a human and was in a way somewhat more identifiable then creatures that had less of a human-like appearance. The... small... pastel horse, on the other hand, was a strange, strange being that she had never quite seen anything like. For a moment she wondered if she had somehow eaten something that had caused her to have an incredibly unusual dream, but certainly this did not feel like a dream. Therefore, it was best to treat it as reality until proven otherwise. Taking a moment to collect herself in the face of all the perplexing individuals around her, she felt her right hand twitch slightly at the sight of an armed, masked man. She had heard him before, asking about getting stabbed. Did he perhaps come from a country where such a thing was customary?

For the moment there was nothing to be done about that.

Instead, Kino would introduce herself.

"My name is Kino," she began, before gesturing to her motorrad, "And this is Hermes."

"Hello!" added Hermes.

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Donkey Kong

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Donkey Kong grinned hugely at Filia, Kino, and Hermes. He grunted each of their names as best as he could, pointing at each entity before gesturing proudly to himself. "Donkey Kong!" he crowed. "Oo-hoo-hoo!" He beat his chest with his fists and howled into the air, before crashing back down and giving a quaint smile to his companions.

DK then turned back towards Hermes, wholly interested in the living contraption. He held up a hand and tapped gently on Hermes's headlamps with a couple of tinks, before crawling around the motorrad and sniffing his engine and pipes. Donkey Kong's nose wrinkled and he stepped back. Freshly-spent gasoline; an acrid, pungent odor. He decided not to do any more sniffing of motors, and instead stepped back, stood up, and patted Kino's head.

Donkey Kong then turned to the psychotic fellow who was now screaming in their direction. DK held up a finger to the young women as if to say "Just a moment," before galloping over to Krieg and grabbing his shoulders.

The gorilla gave Krieg a light slap and pointed a finger at his face, raising an eyebrow and pursing his lips. He then turned around, adjusted his tie, and strode back to his companions on all fours.

He stopped to stare at the alicorn hovering in the air. His eyes widened; the mushroom world was devoid of either unicorns or pegasi, as both were mythological creatures. (There were Snailicorns, though; they live in the colder regions of World 5.) Donkey Kong gazed at Twilight Sparkle for a few seconds, before grinning and galloping back to Kino and Filia.

He screeched to a halt, his fingers outstretched, before rummaging about and pulling up the banana bunch that he had previously taken a banana from. He ripped off three bananas and placed one on Hermes's seat, while offering the other two to Kino and Filia. He smiled amicably.

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Faust Looked over to where gorilla named Donkey Kong had wandered off and dragged his patient way, only to stop and offer the Girls Bananas. Faust having heard the girl's introduction and her Condition the mad doctor crawled over to them and stopped just in-front of the girl named Filia and asked "Amnesia you say? Its a shame" he said all the while unconsciously stretching his head upward "I wish there was something i could do" Faust shook his head in shame of the fact while he was considered the greatest healer back in his world he still couldn't heal something so simple as amnesia

"For you see am a physician" he held a hand to his heart for he could almost physically feel her sorrow "also I am called Faust" he then shifted from his crawl to much more comfortable kneeling position which still made him a head taller then the girls, he then held out his hand in greeting "Its a pleasure to meet you all"

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Krieg - Outside Mahora

Continuing to slam the handle of his buzz axe against his head, things started to get crazy, and not the fun kind of crazy. "Did you think you could get rid of me that easily?" questioned his voice, scorning him for the futile attempt of removing the voice from his brain. However, he wasn't listening at all. There was something flying in the air, it wasn't some type of new Rakk was it? The colorful rainbow meat, it looked so disgusting. He instinctively growled at the thing, his other hand reaching for his SMG, but it was stopped by the voice once again. "Dude, I don't care if that was the Eye of Helios in front of us, if we don't know it is deserving, then we can't kill them."

"Don't worry...it's a good touch..." Krieg said out in the open. His fingers twitched for his holstered gun, it wouldn't take too many bullets to kill the thing, just needed to get the rainbow meat. Soon enough, the thing started to speak to him, Krieg growled in frustration, the urge to salt wounds were so high, but there were nothing to kill that the voice would allow! The Psycho started to mutter incoherently to himself, this place was already getting to him, and he was only here for at least a minute. "Nggghhhh! MY COCKTIELS ARE READY FOR THE RIBCAGE SLAUGHTER!" As he continued to mutter to himself, trying to push down the urges with a knife, but that only made him more eager to murder. He soon turned his face to the flying rainbow meat, and shook his fist at the pony while screaming, "FRIENDSHIP IS HATE!" As Krieg continued to angrily scream at the flying object, he didn't notice something appearing right before him.

"Stop yelling at the thing, there is something else that wants your attention." the voice blandly said. Krieg glanced over to find some ginormous bagged man, it was saying something to him, but all he could think was shoving his fingers into the hole of the bag. His attention soon shifted over to Faust, and Krieg yelled at the man.

"This is my favorite song! Dance to the drum beat of the ballistic, fetishistic, sadistic piss-stick! Let the bullets scrape me clean and never, ever, ever flash a sassy eye at the good doctor!" It was random, and not even the voice could understand what he was saying most of the time, he was just the passenger in this horrible body. Krieg flashed his buzz axe at the doctor, this patient had clearly lost it too long ago, nothing would be able to help him, Hyperion had done too much damage. The Psycho giggled frenziedly as he continued to look at the doctor, he looked strong, like a badass, something he loved to kill. However, something seemed to gain his full attention.

Something slapped him, it was some stinky, over-grown, hairy thing, and it only had two arms. What was this thing? Some sort of horribly disfigured Bullymong!? The voice was hesitant on this one, he didn't know if this was just some random animal, or something more. However, that was all the time that Krieg needed to act on his own will. "HE'S WAITING TO SUCKLE AT THE TEAT OF EXPLOSION CHIVALRY!" Krieg pulled out his shotgun, and the voice realized that it was a moment too late to stop the finger from firing.

"NO! THERE ARE OTHERS NEAR THE THING! IDIOT!" Krieg's eyes widened at the realization, he would get the razor again if he hurt another innocent. With quick reflexes, he barely raised his barrel to the sky before his finger pulled the trigger, firing the shotgun. Right on queue, several rockets hurled out of the barrel, the explosives could blast even the most hardened badass into meaty chunky bits if taken without a sheild. The rockets zoomed over the heads of the three, now four with Faust, missing them by only a few feet and as it reached further into the sky, the rockets blew up in mid-air. Krieg looked at the group, and shook his shotgun over his head.

"I'M SORRY AS A SLICE WOUND!"

The Overlord - Yellow Flag

Screams of terror splurged out of the bar, everyone near the Overlord had quickly backed away from the magic. Continuing, the lightning pierced into the mind of the stranger, both terror and pain were fused into one horrifying scream as everyone looked upon in horror. The Overlord stared blankly at the meat puppet, the screams were phasing through the man, it looked as if he was watering his lawn at the moment. The yellow slits for eyes glanced both ways at his surroundings, it didn't seem that anyone wanted to be the hero in this situation. No one wanted to be the hero when the Overlord was around. The lightning soon stopped from his hand, the patron falling to his knees, groveled in front of him, predictable peasants. Blue sparks come out his eye, it was the sign that the Overlord had dominated someone and it was just a warning to the people he was coming for next. "Oh! My lord! My glorious master! What do you wish of me! Name anything, and I will follow your commands!" Everyone in Yellow Flag was shocked to find someone say that to another person, what was this? The Overlord eyes squinted at his slave, and the action seemed to understood by his lord.

"Oh! Lord! We live in the place called The City! An ever expanding plot of land that houses over hundreds of cultures! We are contained by the walls, guarded by the nothingness that surrounds us! Please! Spread your evil to this place! Liberate us with your evil! Will you do us this, my lord?"

The Overlord stared at the groveling peasant, they always spoke like that, it might feel good the first dozen times, but it gets really annoying in the long-run. The spiked man nodded to his slave, the man burst in joy as he hugged the Overlord's leg, and polished his armor with his shirt. The Overlord soon looked up at the other patrons, his hand glowing in the same blue sparks as before, that would indicate something. However, it seemed to move through the crowd, and the sparking hand stopped at some green dwarf. It was one of the crater people, he squinted his eyes at the creature.

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This was even better than expected! The spiky one had some kind of instant brainwashing power, much faster than Fawful's own methods. On the other hand, what the victim had said sounded like the babbling of a loon, especially "the nothingness that surrounds us." Still, these magic types never limited themselves to one spell, so Spiky could have even more tricks up his sleeves.

And... now he was approaching Fawful. Who now noticed that he was somewhat intimidating up close - er, that is, would be intimidating to someone not as great as Fawful! He put on his most charming grin and looked the Overlord straight in the eyes.

"A greeting to you, oh spiky man of nastiness! My name is being called Lord Fawful, ruler of the Kingdoms Mushroom and Koopa. I am thinking you are also being a newcomer to this city of strangeness, yes?"


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### Character App
**Race:** Ampharian

**Gender:** Androgynous

**Age:** 15

**Description:** Zeetah is a young Ampharian acrobat originating from the Froggila tribe who lives in a forgotten covered alleyway near a cracked canal wall that constantly leaks, providing a nice, comfortable, moist (if moldy) environment. He dresses as a human male, has light green skin with blue-and-black tree frog-like stripes on his back, long legs with large webbed feet, and big, bulging, red-orange eyes.

Zeetah has lived in Areapolis his entire life, but was kidnapped when he was very young, before he had learned the culture of the Froggila tribe. His kidnappers, a foreign circus who had never seen Ampharians before and did not know how common they were in the city, dressed him as a human boy and trained him as an acrobat in another part of the expansive city. Every day, Zeetah longed to return to his parents, and one day, during a particularly busy day at the circus, he sneaked away, hidden in a small crowd of other Froggila. He searched for his parents by asking the Froggila until he learned that they had gone far away to search for him, assuming his kidnappers had taken him to some faraway country. When Zeetah realized that he could never fit in with the Froggila community, he left to live on his own, using his acrobatics to earn a living performing and stealing when there was no audience.

### Race App

**Name:** Ampharian

**Description:** A race of amphibian-like people with appearances ranging from that of frogs to salamanders. Because of their slimy skin and their need to remain moist, they dwell in the sewers, canals, and rivers of Areapolis and are generally rejected by the other residents of the city. The majority of Ampharians have long, webbed fingers and toes, broad mouths, and various shades of green skin, though some (the salamander-like) have primarily black skin with bright accents of various colors. Biologically, Ampharians are androgynous, each one producing both eggs and fertilization, though they can only fertilize eggs of a different DNA makeup. Due to this androgynous nature, Ampharians are encouraged to consistently dress and act in a way that fits in with neighboring races, whether it is stereotypical male/female attire or something inbetween does not matter, as long as these races can comfortably identify what gender they intend to portray. The Ampharians need to study their neighboring communities to learn what their personal favorite style of dress would be and what gender that style fits into for that community. This has led to problems and confusion in the past, especially since within each tribe there is no gender-based dress, most members choosing only to dress for the weather and many members choosing instead to remain unclothed while in their homes.
The Ampharian race is split among several tribes based upon appearance, separated based on what amphibian they most resemble (eg. frog, toad, salamander, etc.). In general, the Ampharians are a highly curious and carefree race, but they tend to be uneasy when interacting with other tribes because it seems the problem of prejudice based on appearance is not only a human problem. In spite of this artificial separation, the Ampharian are all one race and are biologically all the same.

### Organization App

**Name:** The Froggila Tribe

**Description:** The tribe of Ampharians with the appearance of frogs. The most outgoing of the Ampharian tribes, the Froggila tribe spends most of their time in marketplaces, returning to the canals and rivers infrequently to restore their moistness. In spite of their outgoingness toward other races, they are deeply prejudiced of Ampharians from other tribes and will rarely interact with or even trust them, and they are frequently seen going far out of their way to avoid non-Friggila Ampharians. The Froggila prefer the pronoun "xe/xer" but are mostly tolerant of "he/him", as they are frequently called by other races.

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"Alright" Henna said and pointed at the bar behind her with her thumb, "You stay here and I'll get us something to eat. Back in a minute."

That went surprisingly quick and smooth. In Hennas experience, people usually didn't trust that quick. Especially not towards trollkin. Then again, if you'd been swimming at random in the river, which Henna assumed the elf had been doing, and ended up far from where you'd intended, which Henna assumed the elf had done, you'd probably be pretty glad to hear a stranger offer you clothes and food. Especially happy if it was for free. Made Henna wonder why she was doing it, this wasn't really her style. But she needed the company, needed to talk to someone who didn't spit on her for being born a trollkin, or tried to get into her breeches cheaply because of the same reason.

Reaching the bar, she signaled to Burna, the great big bastard of a barkeeper, that she wanted to plates of whatever. Luckily for her, Burna had a little crush on her and usually gave her food for free. Turning around to look at the guests around her, Henna found herself catching a staggering human man who stumbled into her. She pushed him off her, and watched as he was knocked out cold by a savage right hook from a big armored woman. She felt something hit her face, and then her foot, and looked down to see what it was. A tooth. Not one of hers, luckily. The beaten mans, then. Touching her face and looking at her fingertips, she saw blood. She closed her eyes and shivered slightly. Disgusting.

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"Yah! Hit 'er again Maevus!"

"Teach the bloody slang a *hic* lesson!"

How typical of them all to be on his side, all shouting derogatory and slanderous remarks towards the armored woman, but not a single damned one she could understand as they were all nothing but drunkenly slurred. Nevertheless, no matter how much they egged on their inebriated companion Maevus, he was about to be down for the count. Talaran's fists continued to bash his face into a bloody, bruised mess of red and purple, his rotten teeth flying to and fro from his busted mouth and blood pouring from his nose a crimson river. Finally, the man tried to deliver one final blow, but Talaran being the more superior fighter,she dove under his swing and gave her final blow right into his battered face with a sickening crack of his jaw in two.

Soon, he fell before her like a downed cedar with a heavy thud against the floor. "That'll learn ye....ye smelly bastard." Talaran breathed harsh and cracked her nose back in place with a pained grunt, wiping his filthy blood off her face and sitting down. A shame, the fight must've scared off that beauty she was wooing a moment ago. Oh well, the thrill of a good brawl made up for it.

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With a loud popping sound and lightning flash, Tex suddenly rematerialized in an alleyway. He wasn't too picky about his destination, with his only concern being the escape. However, he found that he was a few feet above the ground when he reentered the physical realm. Tex fell face first against the stones below him with a dull thwack. His hat joined him shortly after as it gradually drifted to ground next to him.

With a grunt he pried himself up out of the dust and glanced around. To his dismay, he wasn't the only occupant of the alley. Deeper in were a couple doing... something. Too poor to afford a room, or perhaps fans of unusual scenery, he figured. This was the extent of his consideration of the scene as he hastily scrambled to his feet, snatched his hat, and made his second escape of the hour.

As he emerged onto the street, he examined the front of this establishment random chance had dropped him at the side of. He tugged his hat back onto his head with both hands as a sigh escaped him, his gaze fixed on the sign before the building. "Giulias House of Leisure." A brothel. Lovely. He brushed the dirt off himself and shook his head. What a day.

As he spun about to head on his way, his keen hearing detected quite a commotion within, reinvigorating his attention. He shifted up against the wall as he began to eavesdrop.

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A thud in the alleyway startled Zeetah, who stopped short of opening the door. He leaned back to see what could have made the noise only to see a man... no, not a man, a... Cat? Zeetah had never seen a cat-man before, and his curiosity overwhelmed him as he walked toward the cat-man, head unconsciously cocked to the side and mouth slightly agape.

"Uh... Excuse me. Hi! I'm sorry, but... Oh my, I'm so sorry to ask like this, but... Sir, what... are you?"

Suddenly Zeetah flipped extravagantly away from the building to avoid the loud crash and shatter of glass as a bloodied shell of a man flew out the window and plopped onto the ground, unmoving.

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Tex blinked, then froze as his eyes drew in the visage of what was to him an equally unfamiliar creature. He was so focused on him that he merely sidestepped out of the path of the man who had been sent hurtling through the glass. His eyes widened at the impressive maneuvers the frog had taken to evade the downed man. His stare was only broken for a brief moment as he checked himself over for any glass that may have embedded in him. Fortunately, it had not, so back to the frog creature his attention went.

He shook his head and finally spoke. "Only slight amounts of offense taken!" He chuckled. "I mean, after all, there are oh so many weird and wonderful things that wander this world, and I can hardly expect you to have seen 'em all." He said as he drew closer. "I'm Tex. Wizard, wanderer, magically fashioned cat-man, performer, philanthropist, visionary, possibly wanted by the city watch for things I -swear- I didn't know about at the time, and all around not particularly thrilled today, really."

He rubbed his chin as he regarded the frog again, leaning back on a heel. "Now, as for what -you- are, I can tell you right now: fascinatingly skilled. I've not seen anything move quite like you since... ever, really."

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"Ah, it's nothing. But I guess it is something for someone who hasn't been raised as an acrobat!" Zeetah corrected himself, muttering "Gotta remember not everyone's an acrobat, Zeet, come on," under his breath.

"So what brings you to the slums? I don't really know what this place is, but it's warm and crowded. But," he paused, looking down at the man, "now I'm not sure I want to be in there... Hey, you think this guy's got any money?" Zeetah crouched down over the unconscious man, checking his pockets but ultimately finding nothing.

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The cat reached a hand back to scratch at his neck as he considered the frog's words. "Well, uh I went from walking on four legs to two legs, so any sort of motion that tops that tends to be a bit impressive--" He coughed into a fist and stopped himself.

"Brings me to the slums?" He repeated, evidently confused. He placed his hands on his hips and glanced around, surveying his surroundings. He winced, then chewed his lower lip in contemplation. "It certainly does appear to be a slum, now you mention it. huh." He murmured. He gave an exaggerated shrug. "Just kinda... dropped in, I guess. I was in a really, really big hurry and cast a teleportation spell, without any particular thought for any actual destination. Quite foolish, that. It could have ended in oh so many bad ways. To name a few, one possibility was me getting trapped in another plane of existence, or, another fun one, getting spewed all over that wall there like the insides spurted out of a crushed tomato--" He once again fake coughed, clearly realizing he was perhaps going a bit too into detail.

He turned his head downwards to examine the wounded man. "He doesn't look particularly loaded. Especially unlikely, given this is a slum, come to think of it." He pondered out loud. He blinked. "Well, what are you waiting for? He's only going to be unconscious for so long." He laughed, perhaps a bit worryingly amused by the prospect.

[Assistant]
Zeetah perked up at the word "spell". He didn't know why, but he had always been interested in magic and always hoped he could learn some tricks. A teleportation spell would be particularly useful, he thought to himself. But he had also heard that Ampharians were never particularly good at magic, or at least, none had ever tried.

"So, you said you were a magician or... what? Can you show me something cool? And teach me how to do something?" the frog was unconsciously bouncing in excitement. He felt bad that he was never particularly good at listening or holding a conversation, and he generally went out of his way to interact with people, so he never really had anyone to talk to and had very little experience with conversation as a result. Even still, this was an strange and exciting person with an exciting prospect of magic, so he could make an exception.


[System]
Age: 25
Allegiance: Hope

Regis Nox-Fleuret
Age: 58
Allegiance: Hope

[User]
Glancing over at where Ethan had chosen to hide himself, she felt incredibly anxious, how was she going to play this charade? You're going to have to think of something. Grimacing slightly as she rubbed her arm, the nerves were going to eat her alive and the idea of Cas finding out, breaking his heart only added to the pressure she was beginning to feel in the room. She could hear the voices just outside of her door and she bit her lip, she wasn't the most presentable, but she could play it off as if she had just woken up.

Wincing as she heard the pounds on the door, she felt her body tremble, she had heard his voice. The King and he was quite frightening. Flashes of their previous dinner reminded her that he could be quite ruthless when needed. Do not give him any reason to suspect you, you are just a girl with amnesia.

Moving to the door quickly she exhaled a breath, trying to compose herself as she opened it wide allowing passage for the King and Caspain. Taking a few steps back she bowed her head respectfully cringing at the twinge in her leg for moving so fast as it had not fully healed just yet. "Your highness… ah.." Looking up she smiled slightly before glancing at the bed, "Forgive me, I was not expecting visitors so early… I…" Her hands began to fiddle as she looked confused, apologising for the fact she wasn't entirely dressed for the day. She was decent of course but her fingers moved to her hair smoothing it out a bit more, she could feel the fatigue, but she had to pay attention, she could not mess up.

What do I say? Do I just let it be quiet? I shouldn't address him without having reason, too right? Thoughts ran through her head and she averted her gaze to the floor respectfully, focusing on the carpet. Dark circles were evident under her eyes, her usual complexion paler than usual and it didn't look as if she was to well. The events of everything had taken its toll on her but she could use it to her advantage, tell them she was under the weather and concerned after the attack because she knew nothing of these rebels.

Don't even look at where Ethan is hiding, act normal. You will be fine. Although a horrifying thought had crossed her mind. What if they have me interrogated? Ethan mentioned them… mentioned their unorthodox ways. He wouldn't speak of it fully, but I can only imagine it's horrible. Stop it Iris! Stop thinking these thoughts. You have nothing to worry about. They don't know you have some of your memories yet, they will never know. Get through this and maybe it's your chance to get out… She felt a pang in her heart, leaving meant saying goodbye to Caspain. It would be for the best… right?

[Assistant]
As the door opened, Cas leaned sideways to peer around his father's back. At any other time, he would have been happy to see Iris, but right now, he was just hoping she would be able to handle being questioned by Atlas. He wasn't sure what the king might decide was "suspicious" enough to warrant extreme measures. There was also no way for him to warn her about the deal they had made without his father overhearing, so he just had to cross his fingers that she wouldn't do or say anything to set the monarch off.

Following Atlas into the room, the prince noticed with some concern that Iris looked like she was ailing. Her fair skin looked paler than usual, and it seemed like she hadn't gotten much sleep during the night. While the sight made him feel relieved that he had managed to dissuade the king from sending her straight to the interrogators, he worried that if she had gotten sick, she wouldn't have the mental agility to keep the monarch from deciding she was guilty of conspiring with the rebellion. The thought made him swallow hard, and he lightly bit his tongue to keep himself from alerting her to the potential danger she was in.

Relax, relax, he chided himself silently. Her innocence will prove itself. There's no reason to freak out. He exhaled slowly, side-stepping around the inside of the doorframe to stand against the wall while his father strode further toward the center of the room. There was nothing he could do during the questioning aside from simply being present, so he kept his distance and tried to focus on the voices transmitting through his earpiece. The interrogation of the prisoners was due to start in two minutes.

"You look tired," Atlas, who was even keener than his son, observed as he turned back to the amnesiac. He gestured to the sofa. "Sit. This shouldn't take long." There was a confidence to his voice that made Caspian frown. Despite all his assertions that Iris wasn't involved in the Scourge, it seemed like his father was still convinced that she was to blame for the attack on their home. He hoped the king wouldn't let his personal bias influence his decision when he chose to either let her remain in the mansion or send her away for further questioning.

He leaned back against the wall and folded his arms loosely over his chest, distracting himself from his nervousness by listening to the soldiers who were present at the interrogation. They were reviewing the information they had already squeezed out of the terrorists—none of which was useful so far—and ranking the importance of information they still hoped to procure throughout the process. The conversation was uninteresting to him, but it was better than paying attention to his father, who had just begun his own private investigation.

"Tell me, Iris," Atlas's tone was both smooth as velvet and sharp as a sword. "From which district in the capital were you born?"

[User]
It was hard not to be nervous around the King, he was stern and quite fearsome something she personally did not want to be on the bad side of. Glancing over at Cas she could see him move inside and lean against the wall which meant he was not taking part in whatever his father wanted from her. Grimacing at his words when he commented on the fact, she looked tired she did not know how to answer that, she hadn't slept but that was the least of her worries right now. Especially with Ethan hidden in the room and one wrong move would no doubt have her thrown into the cells.

Moving to the sofa she sat herself down placing her hands in her lap as she looked over the King, he was confident in his words. She had never heard a hint of doubt leave his lips, but that had to be due to the fact he was a well experienced monarch. The confidence in his voice however only made her feel far inferior and added to the wave of nerves she was already feeling. He probably suspects me, well. It is me. He was right about me all along, he was right to have his suspicions.

Hearing his next words only confirmed her doubts, he did suspect her. Frowning as she looked down at her hands, she felt her shoulders slump, that was an answer she could not give him. It was also something she did not know, as much as Ethan had explained a few things not every memory of hers had returned so she wasn't exactly lying to him. "I wish I could tell you that, I had hoped to regain more, offer more information as to who I am but… I don't know." Her voice sounded defeated, as if she had beaten herself up over her memories which was partly true as most of the night, she had beaten herself up over finding out her true purpose here.

"That's probably not something you wanted to hear either." Considering the current circumstances. "I don't know who I am, I don't know who my family are, and it scares me." Touching her head, she inwardly sighed, unsure on if she was helping matters or not but she couldn't give him any answers not without giving herself up and breaking a few hearts along the way.

The only reason this has happened was because Ethan came looking for me, what would have happened had he not? There was a part that wondered ad no one come to find her would she be blissfully unaware. Would she be spending her time with Cas like nothing was wrong? No, his father is cautious, I'll always be suspected until he can prove my identity. I'm on borrowed time. I need to leave.

[Assistant]
As soon as the first question left Atlas's lips, Cas winced. He tried to pay attention to the beginning of the interrogation going on through his com device, even bringing his hand up to cup his ear in order to make the transmission more prominent. However, he couldn't bring himself to ignore the situation in front of him. After he and Iris had admitted their feelings for each other the night before, he felt like it was partly his responsibility to make sure that his father didn't send her to a cell when she hadn't done anything wrong. Because of that, he had inadvertently put himself in a position where it was hard to follow either of the conversations.

The prince glanced at the amnesiac when she responded to the king's inquiry. Of course she couldn't give him a proper answer. She didn't even know her own last name. He wished his stubborn father would just accept that they wouldn't learn anything more about her until her memories came back, but it seemed like the monarch was determined to bleed any information out of her that he could, whether his prodding would yield fruit or not. He pitied Iris for being on the receiving end of Atlas's bullheadedness.

The subjects are still refusing to give names, a soldier's voice announced, distracting Cas again. Shall we proceed with the Aproveset injections?

The use of Aproveset is authorized, a second voice replied.

Cas felt his stomach twist at the mention of the drug. It had been discreetly developed by the Aspirian military as a tool for interrogation, causing pain and delirium to prisoners who had the misfortune of being exposed to it. Five minutes after an injection to the neck, they wouldn't be able to keep their secrets any longer, and the soldiers would find out everything they wanted to know. The method was equally effective as it was cruel.

"I would like to believe that," Atlas sighed, catching the prince's attention yet again. The king clasped his hands behind his back as he stood before Iris. "However, there's something that has been bothering me."

The prisoners have received the injections. Questioning will resume when the Aproveset takes effect.

"It seems strange that after about a week of my son investing his time into helping you regain your memories, you still can't recall anything that would tell us who you are."

Captain, there's something wrong with the prisoners.

"I find it… convenient that you don't remember your district, your relatives, or even your last name. In fact, you don't even have an ID in spite of my decree that all high born citizens are to carry identification on their person at all times."

Damn it! The bastards had capsules in their mouths that they broke with their teeth. It looks like cyanide powder.

"I must be honest with you, Iris. It's difficult for me to believe you're from this city at all," Atlas sighed. "If you truly were a citizen of the capital, then you should be able to tell me something about it, shouldn't you?"

The prisoners are being escorted to the emergency facility now to receive an antidote. Their conditions are unstable, and it is unclear if they'll survive. We will provide an update after the physician treats them.

There was a victorious glint in the king's cold eyes as he gazed down at his suspect. "Go ahead, girl. Name just one detail about this city that you didn't learn from Caspian. Prove to me that I shouldn't turn you in to the soldiers right now."

[User]
Has it really been a week? Wincing at his words as he said how he would like to believe that, which only meant he was still suspicious of her. I can't blame him. I was here to kill his son. She had started to niggle the inside of her lip, nerves bubbling away in her stomach as she watched him stand up making her feel small against the monarch.

It is strange, I don't belong here. That's why I can't remember anything. A part of her just wanted to admit that she was not from here, it was tiring and stressful knowing her own truth and she wondered how she would have reacted to being questioned like this had she not remembered anything. Would I still be this nervous? Deep down she knew she couldn't say anything, she had to keep at the fact she didn't know anything. It was the only option she had even though the Monarch was unrelenting with his questions and they easily struck fear within her.

Trying not to glance at Caspain she didn't want him to see her emotions, she was fearful, scared and quite upset. She knew she was lying, but she had to continue lying to save herself. Ethan had told her about the soldiers although he hadn't said about their techniques, she could only imagine they could be gruesome and in her condition she would not last. Sighing herself as she looked down at the ground, she felt defeated, but she also looked defeated with fighting against him. "I… I understand where you are coming from… but I have never meant any harm to either of you. That was never my intention." Although it was what I was tasked to do, maybe I would have done it had I not lost my memories, but I did. Everything changed from then and I could not imagine hurting any of them.

Feeling broken she couldn't help the tears that had started to fall, she was exhausted, tired and she felt her stomach start to churn once more and not in a good way. "I simply don't know…" Whispering her words as she placed her head in her hands unable to look at either of them in the room, "There was only ever one thing I remembered to do with the Capital and that was my mother used to visit the Full Moon bar. That was the only thing I ever remembered, nothing else has come back and I don't know what I can do to show you that."

Sitting quite uncomfortably hidden in the wardrobe Ethan listened to the conversation. Feeling his hands curled into fists he wanted to help, he wished he could help her but if he was to jump out take her by the hand and run, they would get nowhere. It would not doubt sign their deaths. Grimacing as she sounded tired, broken almost that was partly his fault. Maybe if they had rested, she would have more of a mental capacity to deal with the questioning. The King was suspicious of her and he knew if he was in that situation he would have been too.

Frowning slightly as he heard her talk about a bar in the Capital, her mother had visited there? Is this a lie? Pondering the thought further he remembered how her father used to go on about how his wife had been too good for him, maybe she had been from the Capital? Surely not, who would leave such a life and be a part of poverty?


[System]
Magical Child Name: Silver
Age: 19
Gender: Female
Appearance:

Appearance after transformation:

Personality:
Naomi is cheerful and friendly, and very protective of those she cares for. She would easilly lay her life on the line for the sake of her friends, and has a high degree of empathy. She hides a darkness inside her however, a hatred toward all demons that burns away at her mind and heart.
Gimmick/Theme behind Powers: Protection
Psychological weakness: Children
Powers:
Guardian - Naomi has superhuman strength and toughness, mostly focusing on toughness.

Shield - Naomi can generate energy shields around her.

History:
Naomi has always been the oldest child in her familly, daughter of a japanese woman and an american man. She was five when her twin brother and sister were born, and from then on her parents told her it was her responsibility to protect them. She took that to heart, helping take care of them, watching them when their parents couldn't, and when they were old enough walking them to and from school. For ten years, she loved and protected her siblings, but on a midsummer day visiting her mother's home, a demon attacked a shrine she was visiting, possessing a man already on the verge of madness. The man had a gun, and before anybody even knew what was happening, he shot Naomi's brother, killing him instantly. Naomi imediately ran to him and her sister, driven by instinct rather than her already crumbling psyche, but the man fired again before she could get there. As he turned the weapon on Naomi as she collapsed over her siblings, the spirit residing in the shrine took action, bonding with Naomi to protect her and give her the power to defend herself. The demon possessing the man was relatively weak, and in fear of the spirit fled back to it's own world, but the spirit couldn't undo the damage that had been done.

Name: Chu Chanith
Age: 10
Gender: Female
Appearance:

Personality:
Chu Chanith is extremely young for a demon, practically newborn. As such, her personality is still in flux, though she identifies with Alistor's vow. She is insatiably curious and easilly confused, and hates harming innocent people.
Powers:
Heartsong - Chu can influence the emotions of anybody around her. The weaker the person's will and the less aware they are of the effect, the stronger her song will effect them.

Mindsong - If she needs to, Chu's song can directly control one person for a limited time.

Gentile Possession - Chu can possess animals without harming them.

History: Chu's history is short. As a human, she was named Cynthia, and lived with her mother in a small apartment. At the age of nine, she was captured by a demon and dragged back to it's world to be corrupted, where she started life over as Chu Chanith.

[User]
Chu looked out from the eyes of a mouse, turning her attention from the bird outside the window to the rest of the casino and, more importantly, Alistor. It took her a second to realize he was calling her, and by then he had already taken off looking for her. She left the body of the mouse, taking her full form and letting the creature go about it's business, and then clambered onto the railing of the balcony.

"'Tor!" She called, trying to get his attention, but the sounds of the machines drowned her out. She puffed out her cheeks, annoyed, and then began to sing. Alistor had told her not to sing in the building, since it ruined the game for him, but she decided he could probably forgive her this once.

Unlike her normal voice, her Song reached every corner of the giant room, weaving under and between the chaotic sounds of the machines. She sang a song of calmness and joy, tinged with imminent discovery, and for several moments the world in that building stopped to listen to her otherworldly voice.

She stayed silent for a while after that, her eyes closed, and as the sounds of the casino returned to fill the void, she simply sat on the banister and relaxed.

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Naomi was relaxing in a small Seattle cafe when she noticed something wrong. Her vague feeling was soon confirmed by a voice in her head.

"A demon." The voice rang, and she turned around to look at the sky, one hand going to the dragon earring she wore. She quickly spotted the bird flying too quickly to be anything natural, and tracked it silently. As soon as it ripped through it's portal, She quickly abandoned her tea and took off running, taking a back alley to avoid being noticed. She coiled her legs and jumped, touching one wall and leaping again, keeping her momentum all the way to the top. For a normal person, she knew these things would be impossible, but for her it was a simple matter. As she took a running leap off the rooftop, she touched her earring and time seemed to almost stop as her entire body was coated in energy. In a flash, she had transformed and sailed through the portal left by the demon, and after flashing through a few different locations she found herself above a vaguely familiar cityscape.

"Somewhere in Europe, definitely..." She muttered to herself as she fell. She caught sight of a clocktower in the distance, and it clicked into place. "London then. Pretty far way to go."

She looked down at her landing area and noticed two others already there. "It's been a while since we teamed up with anyone. It'll make a nice change."

Positioning her shield below her, she bore down on one of the birds, crashing it into the ground and softening her landing. She bashed another on the head and turned to the other two girls there.

"Do either of you know the story here?"

[Assistant]
"You feel that, huh?" A girl whispered with devilish intent behind her words "That's your immune system shutting down next comes your actual body to decay I hope you drank a lot of vitamin C and milk demon" she continued one her hands gripping its skull playing with it as it screamed in agony, its flesh starting to peel off.

This was quite the rough fight for her counterpart because of her nearly all defensive abilities even then establishing a connection with this creature was a challenge in itself as she has to make contact with a target for at least two seconds and being punched in the face was not a way to do it, something Nelly found out the hard way. Unfortunately, they have two separated minds yet they share the same body so one punch too many and Saryn hijacked control to finish the job Nelly couldn't. The vampire link was already set at this point she was just holding on to him to be mean, all the strength and health left the poor creature as now belonged to Saryn even when it tried to wrestle its way to freedom she just snapped its legs like they were made of twigs because of how decayed his bones were becoming.

'Saryn shouldn't we let him go?' Nelly said, echoing through their shared subconscious mind 'Like hell I will the jerk sucker punched you and trash talked me' Saryn shouted back, letting go of her prey only to grab him by the arm breaking more of his weak bones causing it to scream bloody murder.

"Oh shut up you wuss, it's rare anyone even last direct contact, this long you must be a healthy boy" Saryn said aloud being that there was no one around that knew her or Nelly she was free to let her real personality out. Somewhere in the middle of her little rant, she felt the presence of another demon somewhere far away, Saryn then began to drag her mobile health pack to the nearest gate like a child dragging a stuffed bear.

'Do you know where we're going?' Nelly asked 'Who cares, we just have to feel it and we'll make the jump to the right location' Saryn replied "Ready for a field trip mister cuddles?" looking back at her captured demon who was still in considerable pain as he died ever so slowly "Kill me now!" she begged tears rolling down its eyes "Aww he's excited" she laughed before making the jump to London

The warp itself was too much for the demon and it died upon arrival which made it very strange to see a girl dragging this rotting corpse around the skin already completely gone the muscle rending and rotting away. It hasn't had to find other magical girls thanks to Nelly's want to protect others, magical girls were like giant bonfires of 'help me please'. Being dead already the demon soon turned into dust and his ashes were scattered away with the winds when they made contact with the others.

'Ugh, I hate meeting new people' Saryn though to herself, releasing control over the body, allowing Nelly to take over "Um H-hello" Nelly greeted Naomi with a nervous smile and a warm blush across her cheeks.

[User] "This just keeps getting better and better" Chidori exclaimed in joy. She was having the time of her life shooting her gravity bullets against what can only be called a near endless horde of demons. "Perhaps following the bird wasn't a bad idea afterall" Chidori muttered to herself as she twirled around in her red dress. The Gravitas Nightmare she was called by others a bonafide "magical girl" as her homeland classified her as. She cared little for such titles after all it did little to affect what she did or does best the extermination of demons. Looking down from her vantage point she spied a small gathering of people deciding to drop in she jumped off and landed in the middle of the gathering. "So how's the weather for you people today?" She asked in a faux jovial tone as she tilted her head to the side.

[Assistant]
The birds started to dissapate as others came to kill the creatures. Though they weren't entirely gone yet. Cia took a step back as she saw others appear. "Glad to know I wasn't the only one who chased after it." Cia said with a smile as she saw others appear. "It's nice to meet you all I am-" Cia was interrupted by a bird flying at her. Without a second thought a shark made of water seemed to appear out of no where to eat the bird whole and drown it inside of it's body. "Sorry about that, I am called Aqua Tooth, a magical girl from Germany." Cia said trying to get a smile to the others despite the fact she just had a bird eaten in a rather brutal fashion by one of her sharks.

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Meanwhile Lady Linda had been watching the battle from a roof of a nearby building. For the most part she was entirely human to everyone even the magical children wouldn't know better if she was a little girl or not. Only the demons with sentience knew who she was. Her immense power was certainly there, but it was on a different wavelength from those magical girls. "Well aren't they fun?" Lady Linda said with a smirk watching over the magical girls from the roof.

Linda was there to learn more about the enemies she would have to eventually face. Of course she also wanted to watch for a specific magical girl. One whom had gotten her attention recently.

[User]
Alastor had been walking briskly around the balcony, desperately looking around when he heard the voice. The song. The sound and feeling that seemed to creep around the din of the crowd and the ambiance of the casino. The feeling he could feel, he could notice, altering his mind. Where there was once concern and a feeling of imminent dread there was now promise, joy and imminent discovery - something new was just around the corner.

He stopped and frowned for a moment to regain his bearings. This was quite possibly why he found it so important to take care of Chu - if she had been dragged back into the underworld, if she was raised as a "proper" demon and her ability grew while learning only to corrupt the results would be disastrous - at a charitable estimate. Entire masses of humans could be driven to greed, madness, corruption. Demons could grow, their numbers could explode into legion. The Demon Lord would surely take advantage of this boon to her plans of conquest. That had not been his primary motivation for taking Chu under his wing when he fled in the aftermath of his unsuccessful challenge but when he had discovered just what she could do - and as a young, child demon no less - it had become a major one.

"Chu," he called out, turning to the banister which the song had originated from and his disapproval of her singing in his casino immediately overridden primarily by relief at her being safe and then more slowly by the urgency of the matter at hand. "There you are. Come down from there, something dangerous is happening."

[Assistant]
"Silver," Naomi said bluntly, "From America." She looked around the group of them, a ragtag grouping of completely dissimilar people. Magical children rarely got along with each other, but by necessity and a common enemy, often found themselves grouped together for random periods. It was a strange, unspoken rule, perhaps only made possible by keeping their identities secret from one another. Battles between Children were common, but because nobody knew each other, personal retaliation was impossible, and so even the most disparate of pairs grudgingly worked together when attacked.

"Where did the birds come from?" She wondered out loud, diverting her own train of thought.

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Chu levered herself off the balcony railing, seeming to float softly to the ground. The giant puffy hat that hid her horns away fluttered slightly, then settled around her ears. She was dressed surprisingly fashionably for a young girl, like a rich man's daughter, and people tended to notice her for that, and for being so out of place in a gambling hall. She ran to Alistor, almost colliding with his leg as she grabbed onto his dangling hand.

"'Tor." She said simply, looking up at him from under her hat. Her eyes were calm and questioning, almost expectant as she gazed at him.