[System]
Age: 18

Gender: Male

Race: Human

Weapon: The Ampere, a unique polearm with a wide, flat blade rather than a spearhead along with a gray steel pole. It has both range and lethality, keeping most melee fighters at a range safe for Abel but devastating to them with a tempered steel point, as well as channeling Abel's natural aura far better than he can do by himself (Inside the the Ampere's pole is a thick mesh of silver and copper wire). The Ampere has a single alternate mode that splits the wide blade into four parts and reverses their direction, creating a vaguely mace shape. In this mode, the Ampere can release bolts of lightening that travel impressive distances instantly.

Specialty: Abel fits best into the role of guardian, fittingly enough. His size, range, and defensive characteristics make him good at intercepting danger coming for his teammates, and he can certainly throw his strength around at close range, armed or not. Using his lightening bolts, he is able to paralyze if not flash-fry a single opponent at long range.

Semblance: Surge - This ability allows him to project electricity that can manipulate the Ampere at short range without touching it and summon it back to his hand when disarmed, as well as channel electricity to shock anything the weapon touches. By using Surge to rotate his staff quickly at very close range, he can create a sort of shield. When he focuses his power sufficiently through the Ampere in staff mode, he is able to fire a bolt of lightening that takes several minutes to recharge.

Personality: Abel is proud and gruff, very serious and totally without humor. For someone who appreciates the creativity and technique of both weapons and battle so thoroughly, he ironically is without creativity. Instead, he tend to go about his business by the book, a principled young man of habit and routine with little to no capability to think outside the box. While he is dependable, he is not flexible, and can respond to bullying, injustice, or even plain teasing with sudden anger. While not antisocial, he sticks with only a few friends at any given time, concentrating on strong bonds rather than many bonds. He loathes popular culture and those who overtly subscribe to it. The Grimm mask he carries makes him upset and angry, more at himself than anything else, but as it reminds him of his brother he cannot let it go. Deep down, Abel is a severe defeatist.

Color: Azure

Emblem: An azure lightening bolt, naturally.

Appearance:
When reading, he is forced to put on glasses.

[User]
"Thank you," Robert said as Priscilla cleaned up the milk. He was relieved that she hadn't gotten irritated by the milk splashing, even if only a little bit got on her. In fact, he was so relieved that he let out a light chuckle. When Priscilla said that she'd like some of the cookie, he handed her the half that hadn't fallen into the milk. Robert also tipped the milk a bit in her direction so that she could dunk her half as well if she wanted to. He would eat the half that had fallen in... after Priscilla had dunked to her satisfaction of course, he didn't want to stick his hand in there if she was going to use it.

"Hmm? What do I think about them? Hmmmmmmm. Well, while I did run into Daniel before you and Greyson, I didn't really get to talk to him beyond sharing my name and him his before running into you guys. So, I knew him about as well as you or Greyson. So yeah, that bed comment took me by surprise. I hope he isn't normally like that. Anyway, Greyson. He seems like a pretty nice guy. I can't help but think there's something that he wants, but I don't know what. And yeah, that's about it," he said when Priscilla asked the same question back.

Robert looked at the upper section of his peripheral vision, expecting to see the time and temperature function that appeared on the HUD of his visor. He had forgotten that he had taken his visor off right after the battle several hours ago. He was just so used to almost always having it on that he'd forgotten what it was like not to. Robert reached into his pocket with the goal of taking out his visor to put it on only to see what time it was when his hand brushed by another object in his pocket. He suddenly remembered the scrolls that the Beacon staff had passed out during initiation. That had a time function! He could just use that instead of having to put on his visor, something that Robert always felt made him feel detached from conversation. It wasn't that a big of a deal, but Robert couldn't help but feel a little excited about this new technology that he now officially owned. He looked at the time given by the scroll. "Hmm, we should probably get back to our room. I haven't heard anything about a curfew, but if there is one we're probably nearing it. Let's quickly grab something for Greyson and Daniel to eat and go."

[Assistant]
Mokuren's mental durability was snapped at the hearing of her nickname 'moku-moku'. Her future meal was babbling, but by now she couldn't even understand what he was trying to say.
"Isn't a nickname supposed to be shorter, or easier to say than the original name?" she muttered out loud, before looking to the other man. "You are crazy, and you speak out of your ass" She stated bluntly, before turning to walk off. "i'm going into town now, there are things I need to do" She told the group, turning and stiffly walking away. The craziness of this group was going to be the death of them. She wasn't sure she could handle then even when she wasn't fighting the urge to kill them.

[User] Geni sighed dreamily as Mokuren walked away angrily. He was defiantly into her, he liked the angry, I wanna kill you now types. Unfortunately, Geni had a feeling that if she had not left, something bad may have happened. Geni had a knack for doing stuff like that, pushing people over the edge, but nothing had ever sent shivers down his spine. He would have to work on that, find away to get past that hard exterior and find away into that soft interiorof hers, if she had one. Geni had to wonder what she was going into town though, were they not supposed to get ready for bed? It was getting pretty late. But if anything happened, Geni knew that she could handle it, she had handled the Salamander Nest fine, so anything in the city would be like child's play for her, at least that's what he hoped. "Bye beautiful!" He yelled as she disappeared for view. "Im going to head for the dorms, long day tomorrow." He said to the rest of his teammates as he walked away, tomorrow would defiantly be a long day, for his fellow students.

[Assistant]
Gren finished his long winded speech by putting away the snacks he had brought. It was getting late, and no doubt Kuhaku and Sapphire needed to recover still. Sapphire seems to be in a slightly better temperament, but more improvement could always be done. But not today. As he was going to help up he saw Kuhaku drop his cake, his napkin dramatically shattering on the floor somehow. "Shiro?" Gren walked towards his partner who was cowering on the floor. This was obviously not good, less so when Shiro started to arm himself. He was in no condition to leave seeing that he was still mentally disturbed. "Shiro, please hold on...."

And that's when Kuhaku flung himself out of the window that Gren had used to enter. Sapphire tried to give chase but her injuries prevented her from doing so. She handed Gren a syringe full of sedative, which Gren was hesitant to accept. He had no idea what sort of dosage was needed for it to work on Kuhaku, and he knew if he used too much... Kuhaku may never wake up. But he did take it as a last resort. "I'll keep in touch."

And than Gren threw himself out of the window as well, with much less grace than Kuhaku did. He simply landed on his feet, burying himself knee deep into the ground. But he didn't let that stop him as he pulled his feet out and hunted down Kuhaku. Luckily for Gren all he needed to do was follow Kuhaku's path of destruction. He must have gotten tunnel vision from how narrow his path was. Gren activated his Semblance to reduce the friction underneath his feet once he got his momentum and more-or-less slide after Kuhaku. Crushed grass and the sound of snoring was all Gren needed to find his partner asleep in the grass. His face was concerned, but also serious.

He dared not wake Kuhaku up. Who knows what sort of thing he might do. Seeing that his partner was armed where Gren wasn't however, all he could do was put his helmet on in the even Kuhaku tries to hit him in the face or something. Than gently, Gren tried to pick up Kuhaku and bring him back to their dormitories. He'll need Abel to watch over him while Gren gets the medical equipment to ensure Kuhaku makes a full recover. Whatever was in those IV's must have been keeping him sane, and if he needed that oxygen mask he just have lost control of his lungs at some point too. Gren sighed as he tried to think what other measures he'd have to take to ensure that Kuhaku doesn't inadvertently endanger himself.

[User]
Kuhaku felt himself be lifted off of the ground, being carried away. Opening his eyes slightly he tried to see who it was, too exhausted and drained of strength to be able to struggle and fight. In an odd state between wakefulness and slumber, he was able to open his eyes enough to see Gren's face. His face coming through clearly against the still-blurred background of his partially-impaired vision. A slight smile tugging at the corners of his lips, he reached a paw out and placed it right on Gren's face. In his sleep-drunken stupor, his glazed eyes seemed to recognize him.

"Gren.." his smile grew wider.
He seemed to recall something funny and laughed weakly.
"Dat figh...in da tun...nel...'swas fun, innit?"
He sighed and closed his eyes, words slurring slightly.
"We ok...dun fel ba..d..."
He laughed musically and patted the front of Gren's face, his paw still on it.
"Saphy...she..."
His words trailed off, unfinished. With the flip of a coin, his mood changed. His face twisted in agony as he clutched at his chest with his other paw, tears streaming from the corners of his eyes.
"I'm sorry..." he sniffled, choking out the words.
"I forgot you all."
Sniffling, he removed his paw from Gren's face. Just as quickly as his mood changed, it changed once more. Ears flattening, tail curling around his own leg, he balled himself up and pressed himself closely against Gren for warmth. Making a grumpy sound and frowning, he muttered "You're cold. Not very..warm" He then yawned, quickly falling back into a deep sleep. Snoring lightly, his body eventually relaxed. A playful smile on his face he uttered one last comment, "'Swas fun..."

[Assistant]
As soon as Shiro began to move, Abel stood up, and not just to avoid the shards of cheap china and splatter of cake. Of course, he wanted to help, but he had never experienced anyone with this problem before. Back at the edge of Vale, on the walls near the town of Palisade, people with mental problems were few and far between. Abel had always avoided them; it was easier to simply ignore those unfortunate souls and let the more qualified attend to them, rather than try to get involved and expose himself to helpless worry. A couple courses of action flitted through his mind: he could shout really loudly, or strike Shiro, to jar him to his senses., or he could restrain him or try to talk him down. When the faunus grabbed his weapons, Abel wisely decided that taking physical action probably wasn't a good idea.

Looking all the world like a terrified animal, Shiro jumped straight out the window. Abel took an instinctive step to stop him, but the faunus was already through the aperture before the guardian could lay a hand on him. His frown deepened, and he allowed Sapphire to push past him to get at the window. She's not seriously thinking about jumping...? he wondered, incredulous. Forgetting his unhappiness with the girl, he reached forward to grab her if she attempted it, but she quickly turned away. Sapphire was the last person that Abel expected to start taking charge of the situation, but for the first time since they met, she did her job. Relieved that the girl might not be a lost cause after all, Abel crossed his arms and listened to her with his signature serious expression. As she outlined her plan, Abel considered Shiro a little more. Was he losing his mind, or was this simply an unavoidable side effect of his semblance? If the latter was the case, Abel was truly sorry. Such a power was more a curse than a blessing. The obvious conclusion, however, was that Shiro used his semblance knowing what it would do to him, because he cared about his teammates. That was something Abel would have to work hard to repay. When Sapphire was done, and Gren had defenestrated himself, Abel nodded to her and dived out the window headfirst.

While plummeting, he swung his mass around in a crude somersault. The landing strategy was simply, but for almost anyone else, it would have been very painful. Abel hit the ground with his upper shoulders force, turning the impact into a roll that put most of the force on his broad back. There was a popping sound, but it was nothing more than that, a pop. Anything truly threatening was shielded by his aura, and as he brought himself to his feet, Abel could feel the electric tingling moving through him. He paused momentarily to get his bearings, during which he noticed the holes in the ground where Gren had partially embedded himself. Heavy man, even without armor. Then, he took off, moving with strides large enough to keep pace with smaller, technically faster hunters.

Without a friction-controlling semblance, he had a harder time navigating the area. By the time he spotted his target, Shiro was already held over the shoulder of Gren. Relieved to have found him so quickly, Abel pulled out his scroll and dialed Sapphire. "Gren found him. We're coming back now to put him to bed." He paused. It didn't seem like he was doing enough to help. Then he remembered. "Rather, we're taking him back to the room. Forgot about the whole phobia thing you mentioned. See you tomorrow, I guess."

With Gren by his side, he reentered the main building, holding the door open. As Gren passed, Abel got a close-up look at Shiro's face. There was a strangely peaceful smile there. Though it didn't make the guardian smile in return, it gratified him to finally know for sure that everything was going to be okay. "Poor fellow," he remarked, and the small group trekked to the official Team Swansong dorm.


[System]
Gender: Female
Age: 22
Appearance:

Rank: Private
Class: Lancer

Weapons and Equipment: Lancaar-SH M01 and an old, far eastern sword

Personality: A peace-loving, flirtatious woman with a fierce sense of justice. She carries with her mannerisms from a foreign land, though her heart embraces the peaceful land of Gallia.
Bio: Regan emigrated from her home to Gallia some years ago, her family seeking to escape involvement in the war. Their home country was one that had decided to take a side in the war. Regan agreed with the move, but for her own reasons. Her father was originally a Gallian citizen, smoothing over their immigration into the country. It's where she obtained her mortar lance.

RP Sample: Fwoosh, fwoosh, fwoosh, fwoosh. A young woman stood in her yard, swinging a wooden sword overhead and shuffle-stepping forward and back as she did. She'd been at it for ten minutes now, and with a final step forward and swing, she took a deep breath while resting her sword against the ground, her hands laying over each other on the end of the hilt. "Huff... huff... whew." She takes a moment to gaze out over the grassy fields that surround her home now. The change of scenery was really pleasant, but at the same time, it was strange to be in a foreign land. Well... she supposed it wasn't foreign anymore. She was a citizen of Gallia now, this was her home. Though, the foreign martial clothing she wore would have most people fooled. Now that she's done with her morning practice, perhaps she should change and go into town? Bathing might be good, too, before she goes.

"Mama, I'm going to town!" The young lady calls as she slips her shoes on at the door and steps out of her home. They didn't live far, and the walk was very pleasant. She wondered who she'd find out and about today... though she should probably go with some purpose in mind, instead of just aimlessly wandering. She'd start by going to the bakery and purchasing herself something to eat, after her workout. From there... eeeeh... something would probably happen? She'd figure it out, but she had something to start with.

As the young lady walks, she gazes at the river along the road, admiring the clear waters and the fish within. Such a beautiful, peaceful place...

[User]
Kyo shrank his body away from the Sergeant's arms. He did not know this man aside from his name, rank and the fact he's the superior officer. Besides, it had been how many years since he ever let himself touched? It won't change now. "The sword's name is Kirugane, Sir. And I view it same as my arms and legs. I promise Sir it will not hinder my movement along with the unit." Kyo responded while also trying to reassure his superior that his unique choice of weaponry won't burden the 4th Squad during battle. The remainder of the time they walked towards the Squad Four's camp quietly.

When they arrived Kyo introduced himself as it was required."I am Private First Class Kyo and..." With a deft move he pierced his giant sword to the ground next to him. "This is Kirugane, my weapon and best friend. We'll be in your care from now on." He said so and meant it. Still, seeing a short and boyish soldier with a sword almost as tall as himself was quite an unusual sight. The fact he treated the weapon as his life partner like old school warriors did only managed to raise that strange impression up to eleven. Yet Kyo didn't mind. He was the son of a great warrior and he wanted to be proud of it. That's about the only thing he had left.

"Yes Sir! My fighting style differs from the practices of Shocktroopers and with the suggestion of Corporal Paul Lorenz my former squad leader I created this gear for me. As a low-ranking Militia I could not ask the quartermaster for armor and I had to appropriate this from fallen enemy soldiers on the battlefield. This breastplate may look worn out but it already saved my life once." To reinforce his point Kyo put his finger next to a spherical dent left behind by a pistol caliber bullet, apparently shot from an imperial SMG."My dress code and gear is non-standard but I have the 11th and 12th company captains' written approval. Albeit if our squad leader agrees I'd wish to borrow supplies to paint over this armor and match the standard Militia colors. Would it be alright, Sir?"

[Assistant]
Private Alonso Bons, Gallian Milita

Bread - three loaves, SPAM - four tins, sardines - three tins... It had been a long and restless night for Alonso, alternating between spells of crippling self-doubt and paranoid delusions of Imperial phantoms peering through the bunkhouse windows. While others slept he had checked his equipment, recounted his supplies and poured over the mission ahead again and again. Even now as he waited for the Sergeant to return, Alonso went over it once more; it was all he could do to stave off the nerves. He wasn't afraid, or so he told himself, but this was his first proper mission. Sure, he had been there at Rinneheim, even thought he might have hit one or two Imps but... but somehow that made it worse. For the first time since that frantic retreat, his rifle was loaded with real ammunition, his uniform fully decked out with combat armour. This time it would be Gallia on the offensive, meeting the enemy on Gallian terms and yet somewhere deep inside, he still felt as though he was fleeing through the streets of Rinneheim as shells landed around him, the implacable armies of the Empire close at his heels. A wave of nausea threatened to overtake him, but the sight of two figures approaching the group temporarily wiped the fear from his mind. What the fuck is he wearing...?

Sergeant Harald, Gallian Militia

The Sergeant took a long, slow look from face to face as Kyo introduced himself to the squad, noting the varied reactions on display. In truth he sympathised with the suspicious ones; Kyo cut a pretty strange figure with his mixed armour and ridiculously oversized sword, but he could see the practicality of both. Well, the sword less than the breastplate, but if Meulemann had given the green light then who was he to argue? Besides, he reasoned mentally, in the urban combat they were likely to see in Vasel, a skilled swordsman might come in handy. Not so much as a good trenchgun maybe, but beggars couldn't be choosers. 'Alright lads, introduction's over. Plenty of time to chat on the ride north.' He cast his gaze over to the APC, smiling faintly at the prospect of using an Imperial vehicle to assault Imperial positions. 'Kyo aside, you've all been briefed on the mission ahead. Le Haye Sainte is about three hours drive north of here by the main roads, but we'll be taking the side roads to avoid forward Imperial scouts. Expect to reach the target at...' He checked his newly issued pocket watch. '... about 1300, maybe 1330. We'll rest in shifts, one driver and two sentries at all times. Sykora, Carn and, say... Bons will be our drivers. Everyone else will take turns on watch.' He roughly knew who had passed the armoured vehicle course, but at the end of the say Harald preferred to keep his scouts on the lookout, just in case. If an enemy recon team informed the main body of Imperial troops about Squad 4's movements, then they would quickly find themselves being hunted down. 'Alright then boys and girls, mount up. Carn, the driver's seat if you will.'

An hour down the road and the squad was starting to settle in. Harald had taken the first rear stag duty, standing toward the back of the open-air halftrack to keep an eye on their six. Flicking another dead cigarette butt away, he half turned to the others. 'So. People. I'd like an honest answer; now that you've all been brought up to speed on the Vasel operation and our part in it, what are your views? Any insights or opinions?' Despite knowing full well that the enlisted ranks weren't generally encouraged to debate their orders, Harald was determined to retain at least something of his old life and a big part of being a copper was gauging public opinion. Besides, he barely knew the men and women under his command despite spending a week crawling through the dirt of boot camp together, an issue he was determined to rectify.

[User]
Andrew had been rather quiet all morning. Checking his equipment over and over, making sure that his supplies were good to go...And he simply couldn't bring himself to talk to anyone. There would be plenty of time to talk on the way there because otherwise the silence would be more dangerous then anything else.

They would be going into combat as the vanguard and it was hoped that they would be victorious.

When the question of what they thought of the operation they were about to embark on came up, Andrew finally broke his silence. Nerves be damned, his squad mates need a moral boost before they got sent into action. "It doesn't matter if we are fighting at Vasel or in front of the royal palace; We're bloody solders now and that means we only have two major objectives in this war. Keep our mates alive and kick the invading imperial bastards with our steel capped boots where it hurts as hard as we can as often as we can until they kneel over and die or surrender. Our job is not to die for our country, it is to make those bastards die for theirs and Vasel seems to be just as good a place to start as any."

Might not have been the grandest speech, but it would hopefully light the fire they needed to get through what was to come.

[Assistant]
Private Regan Durandal

"Huff huff huff haah haah huff..." Dammit! Her squad had been ambushed and wiped out. She felt bad about running away, but what was she supposed to do? Her mortar was too slow to take on all those enemies at once, and besides, they would have surrounded her and eliminated her easily. She had to leave her mortar behind, too... she would have been too slow and been captured or killed. If she could find another squad, she could warn them of the enemy movements. Maybe even reclaim the bodies and equipment they lost. As it was, all she had left was her katana. She couldn't face them all down with just that. She could hear some of them following her.

She stops as shots are fired in front of her, turning around and drawing her sword. It looked like she would have to make her stand here. She'd drawn them away from their unit, presumably, so perhaps she stood a chance... if they were foolish. The fact that they hadn't already shot her yet told her that perhaps they were.

Three imperials approached her, all aimed at her carefully. They surround her... did they intend to engage her in melee? Her eyes tracked them carefully, waiting... for the first move.

The one flanking her to her rear left charged her with his bayonette, and she spun in response, catching the bayonette with her blade and diverting it away from her before she counters, driving her sword up the length of his weapon and slicing through his body, severing his arm. He falls, and the imperial that had previously been in front of her charged her next, but she anticipated his action and heard his sloppy, heavy footwork. She pivoted and spun around his blade, throwing the momentum from that into a slash across his torso. One remaining, and he wised up. He was going to shoot her. She had to close the distance, quickly. She darted to the side, narrowing avoiding getting shot, but he was tracking her movement. She dashed toward him, but he'd backed away already. She wouldn't make it in time...

[User]
James didn't say anything when the sergeant asked for their opinion on the operation. In all honesty, it seemed sound enough to him that he wasn't super concerned with execution yet. Then one of the other guys gave a big old patriotic speech about how they should be making the other guy die for their country and he shook his head as he kept watch as one of three on duty for the time being. He tuned out anyone else talking so he could focus back on his duty. Heh, funny the only time I ever take my duties seriously is in the field. Riserre always hated that. As he sat looking out, he thought he heard gunfire. He tapped three times on the driver's compartment, signaling a stop. "I think I he-" There it was again, a series of shots.

Jumping down, he took off towards the source and stopped, listening. Come on...where is it... Another shot, off to his left. There! Moving through the brush, he came out in time to see a Gallian soldier rushing an Imperial trooper with a...katana? Later, time to do my job. Bringing his rifle butt to his shoulder, James took aim, putting the sights on the man's chest, and quickly feathered the trigger, six shots leaving the barrel, and six shots found their mark. The Imperial fell over, blood coming from the holes in his chest, but James kept his rifle up and the barrel pointed at the woman. He'd heard of tricks like this, where they sacrificed their own troops to lure in enemies with a false sign of distress. "Identify yourself or I will fire."

[Assistant]
Before the imperial could shoot her, he was shot instead. It happened quickly, but much to her relief. She slowed out of her sprint, staring at the body that had been prepared to kill her. That was a close call. She swing her sword to clear it of the blood staining it and took a cloth from her uniform. She was going to wipe the last drops of blood off, when the voice of her 'savior' spoke. She turned to face him, a little bewildered before understanding crossed her face. "Private Regan Durandal. I'm... all that's left of Squad 11." She wiped the blood from her blade, slowly. She was thinking about it. Her eyes seemed far away. "We were ambushed... I... I had to leave my mortar lance behind, to get away. There were... too many."

It was catching up to her. Running for as long as she did, and the confrontation just then, combined with what she thought would be her last moment. She fell to one knee and used her sword to catch herself, panting. "Guh..." She steadied herself for a moment before she pushed herself back to her feet, pulling her sword from the ground and sheathing it, finally. "We shouldn't stop and talk here. There may be more." She looked in the direct she'd come from. Her lance...


[System]
Species:
Primus Sapiens. Geneticaly Modified human

Age:
29

Gender:
Male

Height:
6'8

Weight:
135 kg

Personality:
Calculative~Bold~Honest~Stoic~Charismatic

Zavid is a calm tactician. He values honesty and loyalty, which is rare in his line of work. He aims to exceed expectations and to break down barriers he faces as he isn't a born human. Zavid is a smooth talker, knowing several languages and weilds a golden tongue. He may not be the frontline fighter, but none have his guts. He's a bounty hunter dating a high ranking officer of the very organization against them... He's got to have some crazy in him too, as most don't see the fun in chasing "monsters". Zavid is an active defender, seeking to help others and serve the good of the people any way he can. When stressed he's often found retreating into himself, as he didn't grow up in normal society, and doesn't exactly do well when angry, which leads to him drinking.

History:

Icarus Project:
Clearance Level 9, UNFC

Goal:
The Icarus Project was a trial to see whether or not one could create the Perfect human.

Result:
Mass failure. Primus Sapiens are relatively unstable, having chemical imbalance and psychological disorders.

Trial:
Conducted on Zecrux Prime, in the Milky Way Galaxy, Sector Omega. Total Number of Subjects equaled 3000 at start. All, gen-modded from conception.

Trial was 25 years long. 25 years of tests, of needle poking flesh, and of children who never knew what it was like to love. Unlike the Giantis Sapiens, this test was cruel, sadistic and inhumane. There were no names goven to the subjects. They weren't deemed as equal in the human subspecies. They were cattle. To be jsed for testing and creating a weapon capable of tearing down armies. There was no love given to them, so they grew up without it.

The first test group was a failure. Too violent for their own good and were put down. The second, well, the second went the same way, but took out some scientists with them. The Infamous Doctor Icarus refused to stop, creating a third group. To the ones doing well, he cherished, gave them treats. Let them outside the lab to see the sun. Unlike the other humans, Primus Sapiens could handle the intense gravity of Zencrux with ease. With it's double moons and blue star sun, the planet was lush with life... But the lab only knew death.

An accident saw Icarus killed. Some say it was sabotage, others say suicide, when he realized what he'd become. The project continued, only lead by an even more evil man... Doctor Eisenhower. He wanted weapons. So he turned these young teens into a fighting force. Primus are capable of many feats humans cannot do, being faster and stronger due to the environment they were created in, and the gene edits that were dome to them. Many had "damage" and were destroyed. They say that it was because some subjects developed mental illness and Eisenhower wouldn't tolerate it.

There were a few that stood out among the rest. Subject 233, 257, 859, 860, and 1000. These five formed a close bond. When put together, they excelled in everything. Eisenhower took them and did separate tests, to see if he could do his next step: Integrate them with technology.

But it wouldn't happen. The Federation had gotten word of the project and swarmed in force with their own gene-mods, the Giantis. These humans were titans of flesh and used powerful mechs. They took control of the base and started to looknthrough the files, only to find them wiped. Eisenhower was taken in along with the other scientists and the subjects were assimilated into the military for a while. Most stayed, sekingb the thrill, but one notably broke off and decided that he wanted none of it. He took on the name Zavid Nightblade, Subject 1000.

Zavid was part of a cancelled Icarus Project. He and his kin were genetically modified at birth to be stronger, faster and smarter. Which was the goal... What they got was warriors who lived off rage and fought so much that death was a large part of the program. Following a raid by the government the project was shit down. Only a few of the subjects remain, most having to be put down for how volatile they were. Zavid was noted as one of the few successes... out of nearly a thousand subjects.

The subjects who were deemed safe were assimilated into the military. They became known for their strengths... and feared for their fits of berserker rage. The hundred or so who were left have been slowly dwindling, until only a few remained. Zavid relates to these last ones as his family, a thought shared by them all.

After a year or so of wandering, Zavid met a man who called himself Shinzo Shida, who offered him a job as a tester for his inventions. It worked out so well the pair became friends and Shinzo would get him tech to do bounty hunting and escort jobs. Currently, Shida is looking for new materials for weapons and armor, as he is the name in all advanced tech.

After a few years of bounty hunting, Zavid met Brant Quentin a man who he met after... A long night of drinking. The two stayed in touch, went on a few dates and then decided to stick together... Despite Brant being an officer in the UNFC who is against bounty hunters.

Weapons/Supplies:

Zavid prefers to be as far from targets as possible, but is one of the best in close range. His weapons and armor are made by his closest friend, who's known for his top of the line gear under the pseudonym Shinzo.

Prototype HPGR: Custom made Sniper Rifle. High powered Laser weapon.

Centipede Exo Gear: Fits like a second skin, this further enhances his alread high strength and speed. Has a built in jetpack and active camouflage(works only when still).

Centepede WPT: A beta tech that enables a short FTL dash in almost any direction. Has a long power up time.

Centepede Visor: Detects all bands of the EM spectrum. Also has a active HUD for overall status, map and motion sensor.

High Frequency Communicator: Used to communicate with Shinzo and Brant. The former as it is the only direct line to him, no one besides Brant has this. For Brant, it's how they communicate, as they are often far apart.

Lux: A rechargeable energy broadsword Can be used even when powered off like a regular blade. Blade is a meter long and made of a special alloy.

Misc:

Zavid is from Zencrux, a planet with extreme gravity. He has denser bones and higher strength than normal humans. Zencrux' gravity is 26.48 m/s
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. Brandt has a six year old son, Leon who lives with his parents on Earth.

[User]
Onyeka Guerrero

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Onyeka made a disgusted noise, still connected with her call, "Rubio, I wish you coulda just heard what this guy said..."
 "Huh?"
 "Three minutes-- get comfy? Really? Why the hell would I get comfortable in three minutes?"
 Rubio laughed loudly on the other end of the line, "I dunno, I know some guys who only need three seconds."
 "What? A breeze?"
 As Rubio started laughing again, Onyeka shook her head, then looked around the room. Immediately, she was unimpressed with her surroundings. "What a freakin' dump-- it ain't even real," Onyeka mumbled into her comm, "Wait. Gimmie a sec." As she walked toward the fireplace, Onyeka made a few hand gestures in the air, as she controlled her virtual interface. She muted her comms, finally satisfied with potentially annoying the others, then began taking a few pictures. "Rubio," she started, completely and eerily silent as far as the others could percieve, "This place is trash-- how's my next assignment going?"
 Rubio made a noise conveying his surprise then replied, "How are you ready to leave that quick? What did they even do?"
 "Ain't nothin' they did man," Onyeka replied as she walked over to the nearest bookcase, "It's more of the fact I'm with a bunch of aliens-- I thought I'd be mostly with humans but no-- and I ain't comfortable with these things man, you should see some of 'em-- freakin' hideous."
 "Aw man-- you know how hard it is to find a replacement with your skillset--"
 "--Joy, Ygrette, Arturo, Michael-- Flemmings not Charles-- uhhh..." Onyeka sucked her teeth.
 "Okay, Okay, I get it, but ain't nobody willing to test that shield in the field like you."
 Onyeka pulled a book off of the case with irritation, "Like I give a shit-- start workin' on it. Byeee. You have work to do. Byeee."
 "C'mon, don't be that way-- just try to work with them?"
 "Until you find me a replacement," Onyeka said tossing the book over her shoulder. It probably hit something or someone, she didn't care, "But not past that point-- ugh. They're going to try and talk to me. I feel it." She took another book out of the case, dropped it at her feet, did the same to a few more.
 Rubio sighed in exasperation, "But bossssssss."
 "Who's the best assistant on Earth?" Onyeka asked as if she were talking to a pet, "You are! You are."
 Rubio chuckled, "I hate when you do that-- look, I'll keep you posted."
 "And you keep Miranda happy."
 Miserably, Rubio asked, "Why does she keep coming up?"
 "You know why," Onyeka replied ominously, then immediately disconnected the call.

Turning to the room, a pile of books scattered about around her, it seemed Onyeka was looking for the next thing to toss around and certainly hadn't heard anyone if thy had protested her book tossing-- now, however, it seemed she would be more receptive to... interaction. Possibly.

[Assistant]
They weren't the most talkative bunch it seemed, well, apart from the one human who seemed to be rather fond of pink and talking loudly to someone on the phone. Arra was glad when they finally quit their yapping but after (presumably) being called a monster she wanted little to do with the woman. What she did have interest in was the bar, Arra was going to take any opportunity to sample alien cuisine and now seemed as good a time as any to have a wee sample.

Resting against the bar on her elbows she began to use the two front mecha tendrils to examine the various bottles and wines on display, looking for any that sounded good and wouldn't leave her as drunk as the big guy during the meeting.

While doing this she turned to Quinn, and in an attempt to initiate conversation now that the noisy phone lady hat shut up, asked

"Don't suppose you know what's good among all these?"

She brought up two of the tendrils bearing random bottles to show in-order to punctuate her question. Her voice itself came from two speakers mounted on her helm rather than directly from her mouth and had a quite literal bubbly tone to it, filled with genuine curiosity, a little excitement with all the new things she was experiencing and literal bubbles.

She smiled at the woman with a friendly grin made slightly disconcerting by the multiple rows of shark teeth it contained.

[User]
So they had a little time to mingle. Three minutes didn't sound like a lot of time but it was something she supposed. There was such an assortment of people to interact with she really wasn't sure where to start. Speaking of the number of people coming in was rather large. Surely they would be split up into smaller squads, which would make getting to know one another easier in a group.

The loud and obnoxious one made a jab at all the non-humans in the room. Harriet was pretty sure she fell into that category now despite still being mentally human. So she didn't seem to be someone she wanted to talk to to start. Moving away toward the bar she glanced over the various options. Since her transformation things she used to enjoy her body cleaned up a lot. Things like liquor didn't have the same punch it once did because her body filtered a ton of it out before the buzz even had the chance to impact her. She'd probably throw up before she ever got drunk again. Still it was a good conversation piece and it seemed the fish woman took interest in what was there.

The question posed was rather open ended about which was better. Glancing over the labels none of them seemed to jump out at her. Though that was likely because of the above mentioned making them not enticing. The woman knew that she would have loved some of these. Either way she tried to remember what was good to her. "Good? Hm, the Talorian Rum is good. They use a sort of cane equivalent that's local to that planet. Gives it a unique flavor from your typical human rum." She reached out and grabbed the bottle in question and poured a couple glasses. Though it wouldn't have the same effect anymore at least it was a way to break the ice.

[Assistant]
Zavid stayed quiet during the trip to the room. When he got in, he took note of the simulated floors and walls, and the bar. After setting his gear down, heheaded over to it and looked through it, staying out of Harriet's way. "I myself prefer something stronger... It takes a lot for my subspecies to get wasted..." He spotted a clear bottle with a bluish purple liquid in it. "Ahh... Serrice Ice Brandy. Thatssome good stuff. Hint of blueberry, blackberry and rasperry, with just enough kick to remind you that its not something to drink casually."

He poured himself a tall glass, pressing a button to detach his helmet. As it comes off, the entire suit retracts, showing him in a leather jacket and dark pants. He placed his helmet next to him as he took a swig, reminiscing of when he first tried this stuff back on Earth with Shinzo, years ago.


[System]
Appearance: Alyssa, standing at five and a half feet with a lithe figure, has long bright red hair most often pulled into a ponytail and a youthful face. Her forearms bear tattoos of coiling dragons. She favors clothing and gear that is multipurposed and non-restrictive, as in the picture above it serves to conceal her identity, provide light armor, is revealing enough to seduce whoever needs seducing, and is flashy enough to satisfy her sense of flair.

Her favored weapons are spells delivered from stealth. She carries a crossbow and a quiver of bolts enchanted by her personally that serves to fill the gap when her magical resources are running low or simply aren't needed.

Age: 21

Race: Human

Class: Arcane trickster

Biography: Alyssa was born a slave and as such has no last name, nor does she want one. She a liar and a theif, with a soft spot for people who are down and out that has occasionally led to 'robin hood' like antics. Having the magical talent to deal with a large array of challenges, and a broad understanding of the social and 'subtle' skills makes Alyssa self reliant to a fault, she rarely likes to admit to needing help. She has a sense of honor for a thief, never steal from your allies, don't leave the trap armed for the paladin no matter how funny you think it'll be, and never take someones last coin.
More recently she can be found at the small shop she's set up selling the bounty of her previous work, which includes several robberies of the rich and a couple of dangerous expeditions into tombs and the like.

[User]
Alyssa shrugged at the comments about drow and their evil, soulsucking, and slave having society. "So long as Vivian's not here to collect my former mistress's spell book and me with it I'm fine." She sighed, the truth was that drow made her uncomfortable, she remembered lashes and...worse things.

Vivian had the reverse effect though, not all drow were cruel some, even those that lived underground, could be kind. Evil is taught, not bred. Vivian's eyes reminded her of younger drow, before the evil had taken them, maybe it was foolish to trust her, maybe not. Alyssa was keenly aware that everything worth having required risk, and Vivian had something she wanted, maybe Alyssa would figure out what that was later, no sense in doubting her instincts now.

"After all I'm sure she misses her pet, but revealing yourself to me is like the worst way to capture me." She leaned back into Vivian. "Thing is, not all rogue drow are actually rogue. I've learned that the hard way, but I'm not worried about Viv here, you know why? Because if you worry about everything you'll go crazy, so I've simply decided not to."

She chuckled. "Besides, living with the drow wasn't all bad. They did give me a cool tat."

[Assistant]
Catarina ' face grew grew bit red hearing Vivian and Alyssa's flirtation. Alyssa'sShe didn't want to admit she was a bit jealous so Catarina stayed in the back as the rear guard. She did feel some... Physical attraction towards Alyssa. Vivian was alright too. Catarina then patted her cheeks feeling even more flustered. "What am I thinking of... They're both girls. No way they'd feel the same." This was of course ignoring the fact that both Alyssa and Vivian seemed quote attached to each other.

Catarina was fairly quite as they continued onwards. Xavio asked Vivian about what brought jer to the surface. They way he said it made him sound like he's had a low opinion about drow, or perhaps it was just paranoia? Catarina isn't innocent of minor bigotry herself. The only reason she would tolerate Graug is because she is only here for the money. And as long as she gets that money Graug's loyalty is assured. It was a mercenary way of thinking, just like Catarina. Vivian still explained that it was due to, basically, treachery. Catarina had heard of the way drow scheme and backstab, but up until now she never actually believed it herself. She always figured it was just a sterotype.

Jarvis then made a crack about how humans are often worse then some like the drow, but Catarina couldn't say she disagreed. "There are horrible people in all races. Most you've met just happen to be human. Not that your wrong. Often back when I was a mercenary, most of my enemies were human... occasionally we'd fight orcs or wild elves, but the humans always promoted and did some of the worse crimes." Catarina shivered as she remembered the times she once worked for those people. Sure she never took part of the atrocities, but she did let them happen.

"But it was also usually humans who go out of their way to do good and fight against the evil humans. Heh. Makes it kinda hard to judge what humans are like, Co sidering they all so... Unique." After Catarina's small rant, she resumed to staying quite. However she also took out her crossbow and loaded it getting ready for the next ambush.

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Well I guess it's true, pretty girls always fall for the weird ones. We normal people can't seem to have a break he thought to himself.
Turning to Jarvis he said: It's "3" not "two", has the heat hindered your mental capabilities so much that you can't even count?. About the monstrosity part, if you take drows for example, they are raised to fight and serve their power hungry masters. They practically live in a battlefield. At least humans have freedom and a chance to follow their own path. And no one can top an orc in means of destruction and savagery"-he said while distancing himself from the orc woman.-"Besides, there are far worse things than what you have encountered..."-flashbacks of that demonic plushie replayed in his mind.

[Assistant] Malkai was too far away to hear the others banter. Something about drow or some other, so he could guess that Vivian was being spoken about. 「Falchion, search the area for our temple. And find any more enemies. Orcs, animals, anything. Come back and report to me when you're finished.」 Malkai spoke to his Falchion in orcish. He also took out a piece of jerky for Falchion to chew on as he flew off and scouted ahead. Malkai continued to lead the group toward the temple while quietly communing with nature. He needed to learn what was around the desert, plant and animals, so he could use them for later.

[User]
"No I still mean two, like I said I wasn't trying to offend them. You I don't care about,...." The dwarf just rolled his eyes as the man claimed to have seen things much more horrible then him. "Listen, fool... have you ever had to help your people evacuate their home cause the dug too deep and ripped open a doorway that in that instant seemed to release hidious creatures from the dark abyss? I don't think not.. you know nothing about horror worm. Everyone here has most likely seemed their fair share, a lot of them a lot worse then what you have ever faced." The dwarf barked back not really caring about the man's attitude. "Also,... talk to me like that again and I will knock your blood head off your shoulders." With that he tapped the head of Betsy and the hog pushed forward a lot harder. He was trying to catch up to Malkai and as he did saw the falcon fly off in some direction.

 As he did so he swore he could see the sand moving to the far right. He narrowed his eyes at it to make sure that it was just the wind. Little did he knew two sets of rather large eyes were staring back at them. It's scales the same color as the sand pretty much camoflauged. Judging from the path of the sand it was huge whatever it was. It watched the group very cautiously. It wasn't sure if they were a threat or not.

 Vivian rolled her eyes once more at the words chosen by the human male. She then chuckled a little at Jarvis's response. She then rose up so that she was sitting proper again and looked over at Catarina. She noticed that she was actually staring and her face had color changes. Perhaps it was just the heat...or not. She smirked and looked to Alyssa. "A threesome aint too bad either." She added and after hearing the dwarf threaten the mage and she leaned in and whispered. "Ten gold says the mage doesn't make it to the temple.... " She figured if the desert or the orcs within it don't kill him one of them will. He just made enemies with a dwarf and dwarves did hold grudges. She then recalled the mans words about her own race. "You don't know anything about drow do you?... only stuff you had read in books. Written by humans no doubt. We are not slaves,... none of us are. We serve our mothers with great loyalty, fear may take a part in it, but still we are not slaves. We are not taught to be slaves either. We are taught the quickest way to kill someone and the steps to do it. We are taught that it is every drow for themselves and that trust is something to avoid. The worse part is.... no one teaches you this. We have to teach it ourselves. I may not have much love for those that betrayed me but before the back stab, I cared deeply about them. You tarnish their memories by speaking ill of them."

 Now she was angry and she couldn't stand it. "As soon as this mission is over I am so done with this little whelp." Graug laughed at the whole scene. Mostly at Xavio, "Wow,.... in one sentence you made enemies of the two people who you would want to have your back and I thought my brain was small." The orc chuckled again. She knew what she was. She was a fighter and that was that. It was all she knew, it meant her brain was not trained to handle much more and she knew there were things in this world she just simply didn't know about. What she did know was how to pick your allies. Right now she ruled him out as one of them. How did this man live so long without him causing his own death.

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 What mission?.... what where these people after. His curiousity was getting the best of him. Besides that he was starting to get uncomfortable. The creature decided to rise up from the sands shaking the sand of like a dog would water. It's copper wings extending for only a second and then taking to the sides of his body once more. The copper dragon stared at the group for only a second. He wanted to follow them just to see what they were up to but he shrugged off the desire quickly. He could already smell the foul scent of the orc from here. It quickly took flight and took for the east.

[Assistant]
-"Come on, no need to fight among ourselves. Earlier it was the heat talking. I apologize for any offense or memories I might have tarnished."- Dwarfs. Greedy bastards, the whole lot of them. Dug too deep? Their damn fault then. I wonder how old the dwarf was when the abyssal creatures attacked him or his people. If that happened to him while he was 7 or so, he might have had a point. Hell, if a dragon appeared now I would take him on without a glimpse of fear or hesitation, if taking him on was the only option left...
A figure could be seen moving in the distance, barely noticeable, until it spread it's majestic copper wings, quickly taking flight east of their location. Dragons, always thought of them as majestic creat...-wait, A DRAGON?
-Did..did anyone see that? Or is the heat playing tricks on my mind?-reaching behind for the water barrel, he untapped the part where he had stabbed it during his rage of thirst in the city, filling his water canister and splashing it on his face to be refreshed. Filling it up again, he drank until his thirst was sated then closed it and stuck it to his belt.

[User]
Alyssa shrugged. Xavio was young, and an idiot to be sure. She didn't exactly hate the kid, just thought he might need to grow a little in the head before he was really suitable to this whole group adventuring thing. Time will tell on that one. She remembered being younger, stubborn and a little greedy, and selfish as a cat. Someone else paid the price for that though, and she learned her lesson. Alyssa just wanted to make sure none of her little band had to pay the price for Xavio's greed.

Alyssa blushed under her hood at Vivian's bold offer for a threesome, not really her thing most of the time. It wasn't likely to happen. Not to say Cat wasn't easy on the eyes, or that her blushing and examination of her 'armor' had gone unnoticed, but she didn't seem the type. She seemed the honest and earnest type, maybe even a little inexperienced. Alyssa wasn't sure how someone stayed inexperienced in mercenary camps for long, but that alone was curious. Cat seemed like the kind of woman that would settle down one of these days with someone and live out old age peacefully. She sighed, that wouldn't be so bad. Alot of years between here and there though. As much as Cat's earnesty was attractive Alyssa had always wanted things she couldn't have, all the more because they remained out of reach.

"Holy shit is that a...Dragon!" She quickly scoured her brain for knowledge of dragons. "Metalic, so it's likely to talk to us at least before eating us, oh it's heading east."

"I don't suppose we had time to follow it?" Alyssa turned to face Vivian and Jarvis her face flushed with child-like wonder and excitement. "I've never actually talked to a dragon!"


[System]
|Aja Kay|
Gender:
Female
Age:
15
Year:
5th
Blood:
Muggle-born
House:
Warren
Wand:
Hazel, Phoenix Feather, Rigid, 10"
Pet:
Maxwell the Chinchilla

Electives:
Arithmancy
Care of Magical Creatures
Divination
Clubs:
Choir
Personality:
Upon first meeting her, Aja is easy to categorize as "that friendly girl with good grades." And indeed, this is an accurate description. She's helpful and empathetic, has a warm, welcoming air about her, and never fails to achieve impressive marks on her assignments and tests. But while Aja seems like all smiles and sugary sweetness, she's actually rather introverted. She'll wave to people she knows in the halls, and chat with her neighbors in class, but if asked, no one would be able to say who her friend group is. In fact, no one would know much about her at all. Aja is a private person who prefers to reveal only superficial things about herself to others, though she's fine with others confiding in her. The constant smile she wears throughout the day keeps everyone out of her thoughts, and if she was upset about something you would never know.

Many would be surprised to learn that Aja has a very calculating nature. She knows how to assess a situation (or person), how to pick her battles, and how much she can get away with. That's not to say she's ever malicious or outright manipulative – she's just always measuring everything around her. Aja often uses these skills to understand others and put them at ease, though sometimes she does manipulate just a bit to get her way. Aja knows it's easy to be charmed by a young, friendly girl and that people often underestimate her. In her opinion this isn't necessarily a bad thing.

Aja's lack of any real friend group is likely why she gets such good marks – that, and the fact that she's still absolutely fascinated with magic and has some perfectionist tendencies. Because she's often left to her own devices, she spends most of her free time in the library or garden, learning new spells or finding other ways to entertain herself. Aja loves a challenge and has a hidden competitive streak a mile long. She is adaptable and can thrive in most environments, but is surprisingly stubborn when it comes to certain, more personal beliefs and practices. This applies to the few people she truly cares about, also. If you manage to win her loyalty she is fiercely protective and unendingly caring, but thus far only her family can claim this status – her big brother, Ollie, in particular.
Likes:
Performing Arts
Privacy
Animals
Spicy Food
Dislikes:
Nosy People
Conflict
Large Open Spaces
Fears:
The Dark
Vulnerability
Uncertainty
Biography:
Growing up the middle child of nine was chaotic, to say the least. The Kays are a high-income family from Chicago, though you wouldn't believe it from the state of their house: while big enough for eleven people to live comfortably in, it's always in a constant state of disrepair. Most of the money goes towards things like food, electricity, food, water, clothes, school, and food. Aja's childhood, while always a clamoring mess, was a happy one.

Though a Muggle-born, she knew about the existence of magic long before she received her acceptance letter to Salem's – her oldest brother, Olorun, got his own letter when Aja was just five years-old. The entire family was astonished, of course. Not only was magic very much real, but little Ollie was a wizard! While surprising, this also cleared up several mysteries surrounding the boy; the uncanny way he could quiet his siblings when he was trying to do homework, how he somehow got his sister's flower to bloom for her after she pouted that it wasn't "waking up yet," how easily he fixed his brother's action figure after it was launched out of a second story window… suddenly there was an explanation for why the eldest child was so gifted.

Once the family finally knew the rhyme and reason for these strange events, they began noticing the same pattern with Aja. It wasn't until Ollie came home for winter break, however, that their suspicions were confirmed. Of all her siblings, Aja had always been the closest with Ollie. She adored her big brother, and Ollie doted on her even more than their parents did. When he'd left for boarding school, Aja'd been devastated to lose her brother, but all the more devoted to him when it was revealed he could do magic. When he finally came home, she all but tackled him with a hug, and wouldn't leave his side for hours. She babbled on and on about all he'd missed at home, and peppered him with questions about magic and his new life as he unpacked. Her eyes lit up when they fell on his wand, and like the curious little girl she was, she picked it up. Unfortunately, the moment her fingers closed around the hilt, all the lightbulbs in the house blew up.

With this final confirmation that Aja was a witch, she began playing more and more with her magical abilities. Eventually she actually got pretty good at directing her magic – at least, as good as she could get without a wand or any real knowledge of spells. She learned to entice wild animals to come to her, make her mom think her room was cleaner than it actually was, and change the colors of her toys, among other things. She was, and still is to this day absolutely delighted with magic. At first the other Kay siblings didn't know how to react to their magical brother and sister. Some were jealous, others were enthralled, but eventually everyone just accepted them as more quirks in their eclectic family.

Aja's first year at Salem's was also Ollie's last. She was sorted into the same house as him, and throughout the year the two could often be seen together at night in the common room, working on homework or teasing each other. Ollie had a friend group of his own that he'd have fun with, but whenever Aja wasn't with her brother, she was alone. When the two went home for break, Aja took full advantage of having a seventeen year-old brother. Ollie was no longer underage and thus could freely use magic outside of school – which meant that as long as Aja practiced her spells near him, the Republic of Magic wouldn't be able to tell which of the two was casting outside of Salem's. Ollie (and their parents) was disapproving at first, but he'd never been able to deny his little sister anything, and if there was one thing Aja was good at, it was getting her way. She even got Ollie to teach her some of the more advanced spells.

This continued even after Ollie graduated, as he continued to live in their family house to help take care of his younger siblings. He currently works in Chicago's wizarding world in a vet's office for magical pets. As for Aja, she's continued her studies at Salem's without her brother. By all accounts, she's a friendly girl and a good student, but no one seems to know anything about her besides that.

[User]
At first, Lars thought it was Mercury and Pluto arguing with the intercom on again. The familiar sound of their frighteningly senile shofars was always floating through the air from somewhere in the King Tutt, like the place was haunted (the horrors to come if either of the two bags died here though, no doubt). But they sounded awfully loud though, and uncannily close? Like they were practically right beside her…

Lars stole a glance—one tiny, little, paranoid glance at her birds and then practically snorted from laughing so hard so suddenly. Her birds babble had always been entertaining, but this was downright hilarious. The little witch curled into herself between bouts of laughter, knowing full well now who was responsible for her poor birds' sudden voice over (if the familiar sounding laughter two seats over was any clue). It took her a good second, especially after Gar's (or should she say Pluto's?) last comment, but Lars eventually managed to calm her diaphragm long enough to reach down and pull her wand from inside her boot. One mumbled incantation and a quick wrist twist later, and the two presently confused birds were back to squawking unintelligibly into the air. Lar's turned her attention to the true culprit then, a wide grin stretching across her face.

"You know, you're really lucky neither of those two feather heads have held a grudge against you yet." She announced to the younger wizard, who was currently laughing behind some poor girl. Jules was an underclassman, and a part of both Tituba and MCC, so Lars knew and got along with the kid fairly well. The jokes weren't anything new either, and only the tip of what she hoped would be an iceberg of fun this year.

"When the heck did you get on the Tutt?" She asked then, done with her laughter and suddenly amazed that she hadn't seen him around until now. This place was large, yes, but not too large that you couldn't spot a familiar face if you frequented it enough. Maybe she'd been on this bloody road trip a bit too long.

[Assistant]
The Tomb was a most excellent gathering place for the youthful students of Salem Witches' Institute (which despite its name, was not actually restricted to magic-capable American adolescents of the female persuasion), and it was with great flourish and gusto that Lü Ziya made his entry into the vibrant hang-out, his signature furry ushanka-hat and light-grey surgical mask present upon his head, obscuring all but his nasal bridge from view. It would seem to some that such a state of dress was detrimental to attempts at socialising with others (and indeed his mask served to muffle his deep, accented tones, making it quite difficult for certain peoples to understand his words), but the Chinese-American teenager was not somebody who would let his own clothing of all things get the best of him!

Manoeuvring through the crowds of students in a manner not too dissimilar from how Luke Skywalker traversed the narrow and deadly trenches of the Empire's mighty Death Star, he immediately honed in on the vermillion leather couches that dotted the room's landscape, intent on enjoying the comforting feeling of sitting down. Indeed, since his first year at the school of magic, Ziya had been a connoisseur of the Peregrine's furniture, admiring the egalitarianism they symbolised and their availability to all social classes, for no student would be able to dominate one sofa for their own selfish desires. Truly it was a grand step into introducing socialism to the magical society of the United States! The comfort of these couches would be provided to all that sought them!

Aha! There was a familiar face present on one of the couches!

Ziya plonked down right next to Aja, the force of his sudden appearance causing the piece of furniture below them to squeak quietly. As a fellow fifth year in House Warren, the Chinese-American was acquainted with the other teenager, and it was quite polite to greet one's acquaintances wherever they were.

"Good morning Aja!" he said cheerily, although the muffled sounds that emerged from his mouth could have been misconstrued as "Guten morgen A-jar", which, while not entirely inaccurate (albeit sounding like he was speaking a completely different language), was noticeably different from what he was intending to say. "And greetings stranger!"

His next words were directed at Aella, his head shifting slightly to 'face' the sixth-year his housemate was handing a candy bar to (though the obscured face made the turn of phrase a bit inaccurate). He hadn't really encountered the girl much, so his enthusiastic greeting was hopefully the first in a possible acquaintance.

[User]
Amelia watched as more people came into the room, watching as each one came in. They could definitely be seen as a weird bunch of people. The first one to come down after her of note, was a... boy she guessed, who was wearing a big, fuzzy hat and had a mask covering his face. She couldn't even make out the person's face behind all they were wearing. Next came a girl who was accompanied by two birds, something that Amelia was surprised at as she hadn't seen anyone come down here with pets before. The next person to come down was a boy who glanced around before moving over to and sitting next to Amelia, who quickly looked away from him. She could've laughed when he gave her a 'shh' but it was impossible for her to make any noise that would require a voice. She heard him whisper something the then the voices of the old ladies who drove the car. She glanced around in panic before realizing it was the birds the one girl had brought down with her. The shear comedy of it brought a smile to her face.

The owner of the birds looked around in surprise as well before realizing the source of the noise and began laughing. It took her several seconds to recover but when she did, she came right over to Amelia and the boy, addressing the latter of two. It would seem the two were familiar with each other by the way the girl talked to the boy. Amelia was fine being out of the spotlight and would've preferred to stay that way. Sadly, her stomach had other plans and let out a loud rumble that was unlikely to go unnoticed by the two strangers near her. Her face went bright red and she was too mortified to even try and move away.

[Assistant]
Aja opened her mouth to answer the girl. Instead of words, however, what escaped her was a surprised squeak when Ziya plonked down next to her. She looked over to see his familiar face (mask?) and managed a response.

"Morning," she said with a smile. She didn't know him very well, but they always had classes together since they were in the same year and house. He was eccentric to say the least, and Aja found that he typically worked best in small doses, but he was nice enough. Aja turned back to the other girl. "Aella Strand, this is Lü Ziya. Lü Ziya, Aella Strand. I'm Aja Kay." Aja had been meaning to ask Aella if she was alright, but she doubted the girl wanted to divulge all her problems to two strangers. So instead, she just explained, "We're in Warren together. Fifth year. He's very politically minded." She turned to her classmate, then. "So Ziya, how goes dismantling the ruling bourgeois class?" If Aella couldn't confide in them, then at least they could distract her. Small talk didn't exactly seem to be her forte anyway.

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"Since Sacramento," Jules answered Lars. A smile was still stretched wide across his face as his laughter died down. "And come on, I bet they love all the attention I give them! They'd never hold a grudge against me." Of course, by 'attention' he meant 'constant use of them as pawns in his pranks.' He was about to say something else when he was cut off by some unholy rumbling. Jules snapped his mouth shut and turned to look at the blonde girl sitting next to him. Oh yeah. He'd completely forgotten about her. In his defense though, he'd been talking to Lars. Pretty, funny, cool Lars…

"Uh, wow," he said, snapping out of his thoughts. "That was actually really impressive." His smile was back on his face, but then he remembered that sounds like that typically weren't a great thing. "But seriously, are you ok? Like… have you eaten or something?" He remembered the sandwich he'd brought down from his room and scrambled to pick it up from where it was resting beside him on the couch. "Do you want part of this? I already started eating it, but I don't have cooties or anything like that. I could tear off the part I bit if you want."


[System]
Stats:
* Strength: 17
* Agility: 9
* Intelligence: 12
* Height: 7.8 feet
* Weight: 400

Current Gear:
* Dark leather clothes that can protect him from bad weather.
* Thick linen clothing. Not exactly very nice looking or even expensive, but it offers good warmth and comfort.
* A short but very sturdy sword (can also be used as a lever), a small crossbow he can use to shoot a climbing rope with a hook, a garrotte, a set of lockpicks and some minor other tools required for his kind of work
* a draft horse for those occasions when he needs to get out of town. Going on a real long journey would require additional preparation though.
* A lot of pockets, but one won't find many coins in them. He is very far from being rich.

Batharyn is a thief. He has descended into killing before, but these had been sad emergencies. He takes jobs from his involvement into the local criminal network, but on most occassions works for his own good. He usually stays in one town until the local 'resources' so to speak have been sufficiently exhausted or until he feels that he has drawn unfortunate suspicion. Usually any of these conditions only comes true after a time long enough for him to have rented a more or less small, humble room or even a small hut or house for him to live in.

He doesn't know anything about magic, nor does he know much about what the usual frontline soldier would call fighting. He can be considered quite successful with what he does though, even though one might add that he sticks to a more conservative approach and only seldomly want to engage in stealing tours which obviously are much more risky than average. One probably doesn't want to start a bar fight with him though. In fact a tavern is where he often works when he either currently is out of jobs or wants to put up a deceptive facade for a while.

[User]
Batharyn spent more than one second on turning his head and leaning out of the doorframe towards the cramped hallway, checking if there was anyone there. Then he returned his attention to her, a somewhat sheepish facial expression decorating him. "Don't underestimate him. I have no doubt that he could easily take your words, flip them around and let the pointed end of the spear rest on your chest. He could claim that I must have left my neutral attitude and tried to please you especially well for you to put in such a good word for me."

The thief sighed, a colossal amount of air leaving his only one-third filled lungs. "However... I'd leave my neutral attitude as well if I'd try to prevent one of his guests from doing something that one guests wants to do. So... Let's say I haven't heard anything, alright ?" His last words were accompanied by a more open smile towards Selina.

Batharyn's mind was still trying to make sense of what he had felt. What the hell could that spherical object be ? An actual glass ball ? So far he had believed that to be nothing but a stereotype, but something about her was... highly unusual. Her eyes had been almost piercing, as if really looking inside his metaphysical layer. If he'd make the ultimate decision to steal things of her he'd have to be careful. More careful than he probably was used to in this context since most guests were too drunk to be uneasy targets. And that was the next keyword.

"Eaten ?" He arched an eyebrow, trying to look casually. "My master can't influence the quality of the meat we get from the local butcher, so I'd say what you can get here is quite good for the most part. I'd try to go around the beer though... Want some wine instead ?" At this point Batharyn was glad that his official duties were congruent to his more sinister planning.

[Assistant]
Salina smiled a very kind smile. "I think wine would be lovely and whatever he is serving tonight will be just fine. I am sorry your employer is unkind to you though… I don't blame you for wanting to leave. I have met my fair share of unkind people in my travels." And wasn't that the truth. She's met more people that have ended up wanting to kill her than those that haven't. Her life was quite lonely.

She still had a pleasant smile on her face as she set her bag down then turned to leave and lead the way down the hall back to the dining room. She knew that she should probably treat him like the auxiliary he was so that she did not get him in any trouble.

As went to move past him, her arm brushed his. She felt the tingle of magic jolt through her from her arm all the way to her eyes. To most, it would have been quite the unpleasant experience but she has felt this many times. Now she has associated it with money because when she got a vision, she always made coin. As the jolt ran through her, she stopped in her tracks. Her back and neck arched backward slightly and he could see that her eyes have turned completely white. She also seemed to stop breathing for a moment.

She saw this hulk of a man sneak upstairs on surprisingly silent feet. He went to the exact place where they were standing and used his key to get into her room. He began going through her things and when he found the Dread Coins in their small pouch, decided to pocked them. Nothing else was really worth anything. That he could sell easily at least. However, Salina felt the holes in the fabric of the scene she was witnessing. She could feel that things did not need to be this way. She was getting better about realizing when she could perhaps change things and when she knew she could not. She might be able to influence it.

These images happened in a flash and within a few seconds, she was breathing again and her eyes had gone back to normal. "My apologies, Batharyn. I am fine. I just have mild fainting spells sometimes. Mild enough to where I don't always fall down." This was the truth in a way. She hoped he wouldn't be scared of her. Usually these things happen when she expected them to because she was trying to read someone's future. The fact that it happened with such a quick touch meant the magic believed this was an important thing for her to see.

She also knew that her visions didn't always come true exactly as she has seen them. So perhaps he does not break into her room through the door but the window. And perhaps the reason she saw him taking the Dread Coins is because they represent that either a good or bad result can come from the situation which then meant she could influence it. One thing she did know, was that he was going to try to get into her things tonight and she was going to take advantage of it. She flashed him a smile and went to continue back down into the dining room.

[User]
Batharyn could feel her arm touch his. It was an entirely unexpected thing, so even though he couldn't feel the magic flowing like her, he pulled his arm back until its muscles were tightly pressed against his massive torso. It was a quick move, but not quick enough for him to prevent what he had no idea of.

What the yet, at least from his own perspective, undiscovered thief could see though was the very strange and quite horrifying behaviour of his female guest. Normally if one's eyes twisted to hard that there was only white to be seen that person was in serious health trouble, so Batharyn instinctively prepared for grabbing her in case she'd collapse. His mind was flooded with thoughts about what to do if the worst would happen. What would his employer think ? It could only be a horrible thing, maybe even more horrible than one of the guests dying in his hands.

Luckily Selina's weird state proved to be a very transient one. Only moments later she seemed to be back to normal, at least seen from outside. "Are you sure you're alright ?" Batharyn's voice had significantly increased in volume as if to make sure that he'd reach her even if she'd still be halfway unconscious -- at this point he had instantaneously stopped caring about his master being able to listen or not. This was more important and one could tell from his facial expression that her answer had a very hard time to convince him.

He had no idea what had happened. How could he ? So far he had believed her to be some kind of phony who's primary discipline was to pull one's money out of one's coin purse without stealing it (like he did). The strange image of the items she appeared to be carrying in her back had only helped to fortify this impression. For some moment he considered abandoning his plans of paying her room another late night visit, however he could also observe her while eating to check if she'd really be alright. In that case he could continue without his conscience putting up a rebellion...

"Okay, let's go down. Shall I support you ?" That would probably difficult to explain to his employer, but what kind of auxiliary he'd be if he'd let a guest go downstairs knowing that she'd collapse at any time and hit her head on some hard and nasty edge ?

[Assistant]
"Oh no, everything is completely back to normal. This has happened frequently all my life, it is nothing to worry about." She pat his arm and led the way back downstairs. She seemed to be just fine. No confusion or disorientation. It was as if that little episode never even happened. In fact, she seemed to be in higher spirits than she was before it happened.

Salina was quite excited that she had a vision about him. To catch him going through her things would be the perfect way to get him to join her because it was in that moment that she was realized he would be a great help to her. He was sweet yet also could be intimidating. Just what she needed to keep the mobs off her back for longer. It also helped that he seemed to have a hard time holding up in once place for long. The fact that the barkeep was so unkind to him would only make it easier for her.

She went back up to the bar and sat down on one of the stools directly next to one of the other male patrons. "Sorry about that, I'll take that meal and wine now if you please. Your auxiliary was quite helpful so I thank you for that." She nodded at Batharyn. Now that her magic was awake and buzzing, she was looking around the main room like a hawk searching a field for mice.

[User]
The tavern's owner's face had turned into a kinda ambiguous mixture of a gentle smile towards his new guest and a fair share of unhappyness about his new guest praising his auxiliary. He didn't like to hear that -- he wanted to be able to continue to thrive in his own world of prejudice. Or was it because his auxiliary threatened to sit down onto one of his chairs and have a brief pause, watching his master having to cook a meal for his guest now ?

Batharyn indeed sat down, the wooden thing beneath him protested so loudly that Selina could easily hear it. He was kinda bored -- his mind had already completed its preparative thoughts about the little raid he was going to commit tonight. She was strange, yes, so he'd have to be careful. In every other aspect though it was nothing he hadn't done many times before though. Routine whereever he mentally looked at. For now however he still was on duty, even though that meant that he'd have to idle around for a while until someone else would come or she'd have completed her meal.

It took a few minutes to prepare the meal. Given that her request had not been all too simple this time could be considered quite short, implying that the tavern's owner had a firm grasp of the concept of preparing thigns in advance and trying to keep them warm and edible as long as he could. How far he actually went with this idea and how much it impacted the quality of the original product ? Batharyn couldn't really tell. He preferred to eat his meals elsewhere where he didn't have to pay his own master for them.

[Assistant]
Salina ate her food relatively slowly, not because she wanted to savor the food but because she wanted to give people a chance to have their curiosity piqued by her presence. Now that Batharyn seemed to be settling down and didn't seem like he was going to head off to her room any time soon. That gave her time to set up a client base at least for the night.

As she ate, she reached up and pulled her hood down, letting her long silver hair tumble down the back of her black cloak. She discretely glanced around and saw a few of the patrons looking at her curiously which pleased her. When she had finished her meal she thanked the barkeep with a smile then wandered over and sat at a stool around the fire. She picked a younger man who was pretending like he wasn't looking at her but was making very obvious glances in her direction.

She sat across the room from him and didn't say a word but she also did not take her eyes off of him. He was embarrassed to find she had noticed him looking at her but even when he looked away, he could feel her piercing gaze on him. This was one of her many tricks to draw people in. She looked at them as if she knew them and it would either make people uncomfortable enough to confront her or curious enough to come talk to her. Either way, she got what she wanted. This man was no different. After about two minutes of her staring, he finally stood to approach her.

[User]
Batharyn's attention was divided among three things: Salina, the entrance door and his employer. Hopefully the latter one wouldn't interfere with his little observation plan because the thing in between would suddenly be pushed upon by yet another, impatient customer. And hopefully none of the ones already here would come to the conclusion that he needed some mor beer, wine or other annoying stuff.

Sitting there as he was, the thief was well aware that he himself was attracting some attention due to his appearance and the fact that he was the only one around here not eating, but apparently just relaxing. Of course this wasn't true: His mind tracked every move Salina made, and tried to track every move the people around here made. The best thing that could happen now was that someone would approach and engage her in some kind of conversation. Such a thing could only cause distraction for her and additional delay in case she'd suddenly feel the need to cancel and go upstairs.

And there it was... A young man had fallen victim to her almost unnaturally staring eyes -- maybe he should try to learn that trick if that was possible: Lure people towards him and lighten their load while sitting instead of following them and waiting for the opportunity... Very convenient! Batharyn remained there sitting for another minute or so, then he sluggishly heaved himself off the chair and walked towards the bar as if he'd have to inspect something behind it. Having reached this position behind Salina's back and being crouched as if indeed messing around with the abundance of bottles beneath the counter, he let another half a minute pass before heading upstairs silently. Luckily enough even his so much hated employer dud not appear to notice his auxiliary's move. That primitive lock would hardly be any obstacle...


[System]
Age: 20? He isn't sure.

Race: Super Mutant

Sex: Male (?)

Skills: Construction, hand to hand/close range combat, basic first aid, cooking skills (oddly), able chess player

Personality: Guarded, loner, distrusting of most,  fearless in the face of danger, if someone can make friends with him, there is almost blind loyalty, to the point of taking offense to those who attack those he cares about.

Weapons & armor/clothing: Rook is a monster among men, standing at 8 foot 9 inches tall, he is rather intimidating. This is further compounded by the fact he wears hand made armor, welded steel plates, barbed wire wrapped bracers, and a helmet that covers most of his face, he looks closer to the knights of old, Pre-war holo tapes.

His weapon is out that era as well. He carries a hand made pike. Plate steel welded to a steel pipe that is filled with cement and wrapped with leather. Given his size and power, it's a wonder any dare to challenge him. His only ranged weapon is almost comical. A simple, well worn 10mm pistol, and no, he is far from a good shot. He saves it for if he cannot reach something at all.
(Previous) Occupation(s): Mercenary

Faction (Minutemen, Institute, BOS, Railroad, None. Etc): None

Backstory: One of the first FEV experiments by the Institute, Rook used to be a normal person. He doesn't recall where he was from, his name, or anything of that nature. He knew he enjoyed playing chess however, and has scattered memories of playing that with an old woman in blue.

When he was made, he was deemed a failure because of his refusal to take orders. They sent a corsair to end his life. This... did not go as planned, as Rook ripped his arms off and proceeded to beat the synth to death with them. He was eventually subdued, shot in the head, and dumped in the sewers.

The Institute, with all the power of their minds, had not realized just how resilient a Super Mutant could be. He awoke in the sewers, and fought his way free once more. He spent time healing, and learning more about his abilities.

His hide out was eventually attacked by Raiders. At first he planned to simply flee, but when he saw the slaves, the people being pushed around, he felt he had to do something. In the world's worst game of Hide and Seek, Rook made himself known. His massive physical strength made it easy to kill the first two, and acquire a weapon. A simple, elegant, deadly machete.

By the end of it, the raiders had been slain, and he opened the door to free the people... and they freaked out. He tried to explain his side, that he was not here to hurt them, but they remained unconvinced. When they escaped, they kept looking at him like he was a monster.

He went through the raiders items, cobbled together crude armor, collected the weapons, and set off, calling himself Rook. It just seemed to fit. He spent years slowly working up a reputation among the wastelanders, who never seemed to trust him, and he grew to hate that.

His most recent job had him guarding a caravan to Salem. The town was growing, and he didn't sign back on. Perhaps he could start a new here.

[User]
Shelby Jackson - Mary's House

"What do ye want, ye slattern?", Mary hissed as she sat up with a start, leaning forward until she was nose to nose with the younger woman. "Did I not tell ye to come back after sundown?." Mary's teeth bared slightly as Shelby explained.

Shelby curled her lip and hissed right back, "Yeah...you did, but I need a mason jar."

"A mason jar?!?", Mary bellowed, "Ye woke me up for a damned Mason Jar? What is the matter with ye?" Mary then leaned back and rested on her arms, then planted a foot on Shelby's back and began to push. "Go ask the damned robot for one....and why don't ye make yourself useful and draw me a bath!"

"Damn, I thought I'd show some respect and ask you, not a bucket of bolts," Shelby shifted so Mary's foot slipped off, "Fine…" Shelby stood up as the robot floated into the room.

"Miss Mary", the Robot, hovering in the doorway began to say. "I...."

"Damn you!", Mary bellowed as she snatched up a pillow from her bed and hurled it successfully at the robot, "go tend to the horse, will ye?"

"Yes, Ma'am", the robot replied obsequiously as it retreated out of the room and floated away. "Right away Ma'am".

Shelby folded her arms and cracked a sly grin, "Someone is moody as hell," she said under her breath.

It was then that Mary noticed that Shelby was armed to the teeth, carrying several weapons and had left a stout staff leaning against the wall.

"What are ye up to?", Mary demanded, "Why are ye armed for battle to collect a mason jar?" Her eyes narrowed accusingly and she hissed in a whisper. "Are ye thinking of trying what you saw this morning? Ye know nothing of what I know....it would end very badly for ye to try thy hand at something that powerful."

This startled Shelby and she shook her head, "Na...no, I have some other business that needs handled. Sooner rather than later would be nice. I need the jar to...nevermind, I just need a fuckin' jar damnit. What color bath do you want?" She raised her brow and smirked, "I can't draw for shit, but I'll try." She placed her hands on her hips, "I'll just surprise you I suppose." With that Shelby slipped across the hall to the bathroom, once the water was hot she placed the plug in the drain and returned to the bedroom. She bowed and gestured towards the bathroom, "Ye bath is ready." Then she straightened up, "I'll go ask Bolts for a jar, sorry I bothered you."

[Assistant]
Adam 'Trails' Wilford- ????

Adam limped along the roadside, his clothes drenched in river water, filth and blood. He shambled almost as if he were the very Ferals he just fought off. The right side of his face burned fiercely from the pain of the the explosion searing him and the ferals he'd fought off. Every once in a while he burped up river water still in his lungs as he punched forward, each step a victory against his pain and fatigue. He'd fallen into the river when he and Lorelei got caught in the horde haunting Lexington. He threw himself into the fray, trying to buy Lorelei time to escape. When he last saw her, she'd barely made it out. He planned to jump off the fire escape until a feral grabbed him, causing him to misfire his gun, hitting a gas can and triggering an explosion. He was thrown into the river, the worst of the impact deflected by the ghoul's corpse.

Adam awoke floating down the river until he found himself washed up near somewhere called 'Revere Station' and began to slog his way north towards home. Finally, so close to home, he couldn't push on. His only thoughts were getting home, hoping to find Lorelei there, safe and sound. He couldn't walk anymore and he was burning inside, it was all he could do from stopping himself from falling asleep. He finally found enough strength to pull himself, hand by hand, along the roadside. Hour by hour, he'd made his way a few feet, sometimes passing out. A sense of overwhelming relief washed over his soul when he saw through the daze and fog of his illness the borders of the Salem township nearing. It gave him just enough fire to finally get off his stomach and stand, each step as if a lead weight were wrapped around his entire leg until he crashed like deadweight through the clinic's doors. His last words before passing out were, "Help me. Where is Lorelei?".

[User]
Gorge The Mutant Salem Diner >>> Salem's eastern perimeter /// Midday

The mutant stood nearly at attention as the doctor and his companion spoke. The man seemed taken back by him but was able to introduce himself as Rick. With a slight nod the mutant spoke, "A pleasure to make your acquaintance Rick. You may call me Gorge." A bit formal, but he didn't care too much. At least the shopping list wasn't that specific, they needed all they could get apparently.

The footsteps of someone approaching from behind him nearly caught him off guard as another town's folk made an announcement. "Wanted to let you all know that tonight we'll have a town meeting. I think much needs to be discussed, considering today's events... I think the Inn is a good place, two hours from now."

After the man left Gorge couldn't help but sigh, "Well I won't be able to make it back in two hours. I guess I'll go find something else to occupy my time." he waited for a moment to see what the doctor had to say about his proposition before leaving. The doctor seemed to agree with this Rick fellow, "As you wish, at least this town has proven to be… capable." With a final nod the mutant turned and walked back into the street.

For a moment the giant stood in the street without purpose just sort of looking back and forth trying to find something to do. With finding nothing to do and not particularly wanting to spend the next two hours doing nothing. Gorge opted to just wander around town and get used to the surroundings. Seeing as how he might just be staying here for a little while or until they kick him out.

Gorge wandered around the broken and bruised buildings, the town seemed to have had its fair share of problems in recent days. The smaller bodies of Death claws still lay in the streets. The few that were still around he moved over near the big one next to the clinic. He could hear voices inside but didn't think anything of it and continued on his way.

Behind one of the buildings was an odd sight, a poorly taken care of Gatling laser lay still and cold. Looking as if it was just left there and no one had any claim to it. The mutant didn't see any problem with taking it, checking it over for problems before continuing on. This time he walked the perimeter of the town making sure to periodically rub the Death claw tail on random objects effectively marking the area. This scent would ward off future threats. None of the smarter wild animals would dare come near a place that was marked by a death claw.

He stopped for a moment in front of a few of the turrets that were clustered at the front of the town. Some seemed to scan him for a movement before continuing to buzz and whir moving from side to side. He did however notice one of the turrets had been shredded, sparks still arcing off it from the power supply. It could very easily start a small fire if it continued this way.

Not wanting to create more issues for the already battered town the mutant disconnected the power cable from the base of the machine. For a moment all he could do was stare at it and then back to the outskirts of town. An idea finally made its way to his head. Picking up the random bits and pieces of the destroyed turret he set them down on a nearby flat bed. Putting all the pieces down as well as the Gatling laser. He was about to begin work on the turret when he smelt it. The stench of death and mutants.

The sudden smell reminded him of the mutants that were killed earlier and then again to his dead friend. "You would have liked this place Harold." He spoke to himself as he walked around the old rusted cars to where the dead mutants laid. He took his time searching through their bodies, taking weapons, ammunition, caps, and bits of armor from them before returning to the task at hand.

Retrieving the small metal welder which was a modified laser pistol and a few other small tools. The mutant began to work on the turret modifying the power supply and the motor that rotated the turret. The bio scanner was still intact but the old gun it had was completely destroyed. He continued to work on the turret occasionally stopping to look around and make sure nothing was trying to sneak up on him. With a little of luck he would hopefully have the turret armored and firing a Gatling laser before the town meeting started.

[Assistant]
(Once again, so sorry for the delay. With baby cutting teeth and my job getting crazy busy, I am some times unable to even get on my comp)

He had asked a question, and she had answered, her head nodded vigorously, shaking some of her curls into her face. "It would be great if you could help!"

"Then Rook help." He said, nodding once in return.

"He's not," Celeste sighed dramatically, feeling close to tears. "I've been by his place twice today, once this morning, and then just now, and both times he didn't answer the door. His brahmin is gone, too." She reached up and rubbed her brow, causing her bosom to shake just slightly. "I didn't know he wanted to look for scrap or nothin'...where do you think he went? How long should it take?" She sniffed. "I'm a bit worried! There's some bad things out there, you know? Scary things -- and not just deathclaws. Oh!" she hopped, interrupting herself, "what if he's hurt, somewhere? How would we know?"

"Ok, ok ok. Calm down. Rook knows what it is like for people to leave, but none just randomly walk away from Rook. There is reason. You say he took Brahmin. Maybe he find something, something important. Something he can't lift on own, but needs the help of Brahmin. No sense in thinking the worst until find out for sure." He reached up, placing a hand upon the top of her head, as if patting her to try to make her relax like someone would do with a cat. "Assuming worst is how worst happens. Always try to think happy, it has helped Rook for most of his life."

Celeste shuddered, her face becoming quite pale in her worry. "Rook, what do we do?"

"Rook will help you find him. First thing is first. We follow him..." Rook said, reaching inside his home and grabbing one the pistol he had carried with him for protection, though he didn't need it. "But we need things. Take pistol, go get water for you, and any armor you might wear. Rook needs a few moments to get his armor back on. Also, go to doctorman. Ask if we can buy medical things in case he is hurt." He would then offer her the caps he had. It wasn't much, but it should be enough for at least a basic kit. "Then meet me back at Adam's home."