[System]
Gender: Male
Age: 20
Appearance:
 Height: 5'5"
 Build: Slender
 Hair: Ash blond (light brown)
 Eyes: Green
 Clothing: His attire consists of a white, long-sleeved shirt underneath a black, over-sized hoodie with a pair of black gloves. Additionally, he wears a pair of dark green pants with black combat boots.
Skillset: He is experienced with the functionality of machines, due to his upbringing, and has an adept knowledge of science. He is also talented at picking locks and has a decent amount of knowledge in medicine. Though he is not the strongest, he is fairly nimble.
Weapon(s): .45 Auto Pistol & Combat Knife
Personality: Though quiet when with strangers, he is quite the talkative person when given the time to become adjusted to another's presence. Armed with a sarcastic personality, as well as an offhanded tendency to snap at people, he does have an odd sense of obligation for other people's safety and well-being, even if they have done him wrong before. He also has the habit of hiding things from people, fearing the consequences he may have to face if he were to tell them. As for himself, he could be considered rather unconcerned and reckless.
Biography: He grew up in the same town as Jace, sequestered in the marshlands of southern Georgia. His father worked as a mechanic there, which included supplying the town with purified water. When the machine began to break down gradually, though, rations had to be issued, which caused the family to become unpopular when there was not enough for everyone to share. His mother died when he was young when there was a "freak accident," and afterwards, that only gave the other townspeople more reason to ostracize the family--if the man could not be trusted to keep his own family alive, then how could he be trusted to keep an entire town alive? When he was sixteen, he fell ill from radiation poisoning, but recovered; after this close call with death, he decided to begin his research on a long-term solution for the water issue, studying Project Purity and more cases of a G.E.C.K. working miracles. About two years after, he and his closest friend, Jace, set out on their journey to search through Vaults until they discovered one.

[User]
Upon realizing that a raider had leapt onto Jace, Basil hurried forward and whipped out his combat knife from his left boot, piercing it into the man's throat. Blood spurted onto the ground and he slumped forward, quickly suffocating as his windpipe overflowed with his own blood rather than air.
 Leith snuck a glance at the sight of Basil mercilessly eliminating the threat, eyes widening slightly. Damn, I underestimated that one, apparently.

[Assistant]
Jace fell backwards as the full weight of the raider fell on top of him. After regaining a little of his strength from his spent arms, he shoved him to the side and stood up. When he looked at himself up and down, he winced slightly and shook his head.
 "You could have at least kicked him away from me. This blood will never come off."
 "At least the iron smells better than your ass," Kaye muttered.
 He glared at her. "We're in the humidity of the Deeper South. No one smells good here."
 "If you say so..."
 "Just shut up and let's go in. Keep your guns out and be prepared. He was probably only a guard. This place is probably crawling with people." He turned to look at Basil, frowning slightly. "Are you sure you want to go through with this? I'm with you whatever you decide."
 "So beautiful... The love birds are playing their song," Kaye muttered softly.

[User]
Basil wiped blood onto his pant leg, preferring it there than on his hands. Without looking at Jace, he merely nodded and headed towards the control panel of the entrance. "I'll get the door open. Looks like they were at least smart enough to close it behind them."
 Leith walked closer to Kaye and said quieter to her, "In and out, Kaye. No fooling around in here. The raiders will be the least of our worries when it comes to a Vault."

[Assistant]
Jace held his gun up to the vault door as Basil tinkered with the panel.
 "Would you relax, Leith. Everything will be okay, I promise. And we'll be that much more richer." Kaye smiled at him, but it quickly fell when she saw how uncomfortable he looked. "Are you alright? Do you want to wait out here and guard others from coming in?"
 Once Basil opened the door, Jace quickly swept inside, looking both ways. Luckily, there was no one there. "Clear..."

[User] Leith quickly shook his head. "No, I'm not allowing you to go in there alone, especially when I can't trust those two not to abandon you." He sighed, and followed after Basil and Jace once they were inside. "Just stay with me, okay? I know that you've never listened to me before, but just this once, will you?"

[Assistant]
Kaye could sense how serious Leith was being right now and nodded her head. "I wish you would just wait this one out. You have taught me well...I can handle myself, Leith."
 Jace ignored the two behind them, not caring if they followed or not. After rounding the second hallway, they came across the cafeteria. "There's two people in here, Basil. You take the one on the left. I'll take the right."

[User]
"I'll never stop worrying, Kaye," Leith murmured.
 Basil nodded, taking aim, but just as they were about to begin their countdown, one of the lockers suddenly slammed open. From within, a girl clad in what appeared to be a pair of cut jeans and a camouflaged vest, raised a laser pistol and shot the man that he'd been aiming at. Almost immediately, he was reduced to nothing but a pile of ash and, just as the other whipped around toward the source of the sound, he received the same fate.
 The girl raised her hands up, as if her gun was a white flag, and shouted, "Oh my God, I've been in that locker for, like, a million years and I thought that I'd never see the light of day again. But then you two show up and give me the perfect opportunity to, like, have a last resort in case I misaimed. To use you both as human shields or, rather, a decoy! But I'm so glad that it worked out wonderfully for the both of us in the end!" She grinned at them both. "Oh, excuse me for being so rude. My name is Kate. Nice to meet you two."

[Assistant]
Jace wasn't startled by many things, but a girl jumping out of the locker was the last thing he expected. After nearly jumping out of his skin, he aimed his gun at the girl, glaring.
 "Give me one reason not to shoot you where you stand."

[User] "Um, because I'm not shooting you?" Kate quipped.

[Assistant] "Because there are guns aimed right at you. How do we know you're not going to shoot us the moment we turn our backs?" Jace walked closer to her, gun still trained at her head. "To be honest with you, I'm tired of taking unecessary risks."

[User] "I can make it worth your while. I have candy!" she quickly said, reaching hastily into the back pocket of her shorts to yank out an opened pack of gum drops. "Um, they got a little squished when I sat on them. And when I stepped on them when they fell out of my pocket once. And they're only a couple hundred years old. But who cares? It's candy, man. Only thing better than drugs and bloodshed." She extended out the two remaining pieces. "So, truce? Come on. A girl doesn't just give out her last pack of candy if she's not being honest with you."

[Assistant]
"Actually, that is exactly what I would do if I was put in this situation. You will give it to me to put me in a sense of comfort only to wait until our back is turned to kill me and take it back."
 Kaye rolled her eyes. "Are you crazy? You would probably eat it before she even had that opportunity. Is she going to pry it from your dead, rigor mortis jaws?"
 "Rigorous morty? What the hell is that?"
 "Wow, you really are dumb."
 Jace growled in frustration. "Leave me alone!"

[User]
"I like this girl already," Kate laughed.
 "If she was a raider, then she wouldn't have shot them," Leith said, leaning against one of the long tables. There were crushed tin cans littered everywhere, as well as plastic trays and empty boxes of sweet cakes and instant foods. "But what are you doing here by yourself, anyways?"
 "Well, you see, I'm just a scavenger," Kate explained. She took a seat in a nearby folding chair, laser pistol hanging limply from her long, bony fingers. "I wander all about, gathering old parts, electronics, Chems, you know, whatever sells and is worth lugging around. But then I sprained my ankle, and I couldn't just keep going like that, which was when I happened upon here. I figured it'd be a smart move to rest, but I could also look around here. As long as I'm careful, it should be relatively safe. And it was. As long as you stay on the top two levels of this vault here, you're perfectly safe and I even got the electricity running again for the lights and what-such. But I don't know, I guess that somehow attracted the attention of these raiders. Didn't think it would, since it's underground, so it's hard for noise to get through all these layers of rock, and there aren't windows for them to see the lights. But I had to hide. They found my stuff, though. Ate the rest of my candy. Was quite the loss, still in mourning." She heaved an exaggerated sigh. "Anyways, I just want to get out of here, but that's hard to do when I kinda need supplies. I can't just go out there with nothing at all. You can get yourself killed that way."

[Assistant]
Jace stared at her cautiously before finally lowering his gun. He listened to her story before rubbing his face in more frustration. "Great, another person wanting to tag-a-long. We already have one crazy woman on the team; two is just too much."
 "I heard that!"
 "You were supposed to." Jace then turned to look at Kaye. "You have supplies, right? Give her some so she'll be on her merry little way."
 "You do realize half of our supplies is junk people do not need, right?" Kaye rolled her eyes. "That is why we are here to scavenge in the first place. We need the money. And if this chick here has already taken our supplies...well, I just reckon' you're going to be stuck with us longer until we get our pay."
 "What? Hell no!" Jace glared at her. "That wasn't part of the deal!" He turned to Basil for help.

[User]
"Gimme, gimme, gimme," Kate said, waggling her fingers eagerly, "And I shall be on my way-ee."
 "Um...I'm just here for science," Basil murmured, lowering his head, "I don't know how to...handle this sort of thing."
 "I do have to admit I'm with Kaye on this one," Leith said. He narrowed his eyes at Jace, "If you think that you can just take our gear and give it to someone else for free, you've got another thing coming. You'll pay us back with compounded interest."

[Assistant]
Jace ignored the new girl before turning to glare at Leith. "What? Why do I always have to pay for the supplies?"
 "Because you owe use for saving your stupid ass," Kaye said, crossing her arms over her chest. "We aren't here to save everyone we come across. We're in this only for ourselves, ya feel me?"
 "No, I really don't, but you're about to feel me..." He clenched his hands into fists.
 "Ooh, you're going to have your way with me?" Kaye winked suggestively and smirked.
 "What?" It took Jace a moment to realize what she'd said but when he put two-and-two together, his face turned the plight of a tomato. "That is not what I meant!" He turned away from them and stared at the floor as he waited for him to cool off... God, they were so childish! If he didn't kill them first, then they definitely would because they were going to drive him crazy and to an early grave...

[User]
"Listen, we're not here to bicker about something as trivial as junk, especially when it's compared to the prospect of what we could find here," Basil snapped, glaring between everyone in the room, excluding the two corpses. He focused on Jace first. "Okay, you can't give away belongings that are not yours. That's theft and we're not thieves." He then looked at Kaye and Leith. "I thought that you two fully intended to be on your own once you arrived here. You've got your plans and we've got ours. We brought you here, so our end of the bargain has been fulfilled. What you do from here on out is up to you and not our fault or our problem." Lastly, he lingered on the new girl, who smiled at him once she received his attention. "As for you, if your ankle is truly injured, then you wouldn't have been able to have jumped out of the locker without losing your sense of balance and aim. Endorphins would have long-since lost effect if you have been here before the raiders arrived and you even have the time to apparently bring back power to the entire vault, and you were not in combat before in order to have the time or stimuli to generate enough adrenaline to not focus on the pain. So which part of your story is the lie?"
 Kate blinked in surprise, then huffed and folded her arms over her chest. "Well, well, well. Looks like I picked on the wrong one this time." She sighed dramatically, kicking one leg back-and-forth in the air as she contemplated on her next move. "True, I am not injured. I came here with more purpose than to simply lie low. However, I did restore power. That is why the bottom levels of the vault are now unsafe. Oh, the rest of the raiders are dead; these gimps up here were just waiting for orders that would never come. I could have taken them out, but then I saw you four coming and thought, 'Well, I don't want to get caught in the crossfire, so I'll hide and try to convince them that I'm not a raider.' As for the true danger of this vault, however..." She trailed off, smirking. "I can help, but it'll cost you. As does everything else in life."


[System]
Age: 28
Gender: Male
Godly parent: Omoikane
Brief description of godly parent: The Shinto god of wisdom and intellect, Omoikane is a thinker, deliberator, and a consistent giver of good counsel. However due to this he is also not any kind of fool. He could see the conflict coming well before the seeds were sown and has prepared all his children for this eventuality ever since. While neither vulnerable nor all powerful he doesn't need to be, his natural wisdom and intellect combined with multiple millennia's worth of existence more than make up for this fact.
Appearance:

Skills/Powers/Weapons: Johnny arms himself in the best arms and armor he can get his hands on at all times. Embracing modern forms of combat he excels in all manner of firearms and tactical gear. He keeps an assault rifle on his hip, sniper rifle on his back, and a pistol in a thigh mounted holster. As a connection to his more ancient roots he keeps a Damascus steel short sword in a scabbard on the opposite side of his back. Of course he changes his loadout of these various weapons depending on the mission. He's also been trained in martial arts including krav maga, judo, and traditional forms of karate.

His main power is the one handed down from his father, enhanced intellect and wisdom. He has been personally taught by his father in all things and Johnny himself has the ability to process multiple strings of thought at once. Leading him to be a brilliant tactician, thinker, trainer, and planner. His own mind honed to a fine point. He has used this ability alongside his father to amass a by no means inconsiderable amount of material wealth. While not directly influencing any event, he does opt to benefit from them like anyone else.

Strengths/Weaknesses: His strengths are that he is a much better thinker and talker than most demigods and almost all people. He will out maneuver opponents and plan for most any eventuality long before he sees the battlefield. However he is neither omniscient nor is he all seeing. He can merely plan for what in all likelihood will happen, he posses no special future sight or premonitions.

He is in no way immune to damage either, his father can be injured or killed and so can he, not possessing any special durability he has to fight smarter instead of harder should he plan to survive the coming conflict. He also needs to focus his talents on making strong allies who may form a shield around him.

Other: Born of his godly father and an American service woman, Johnny grew up in two worlds. Both godly and human alongside the heritages of both Japan and the United States. His father was a stern man but more so out of necessity than any kind of ill will. As he grew older he found why his father had been strict and in fact Omoikane himself started to lighten up as his child more fully understood the situation at hand.
His mother had imparted a respect for the mortal world and the west in general while his father still held that Japan was the first and most important land like many of the other Kami. This lead to Johnny have a healthy dose of respect for the world at large, realizing that while his godly family would always be his first concern, the gods of all lands that history seemed to gloss over deserved their respect.
Johnny grew up knowing that the major polytheistic religions dominated the conversation, the Greco-roman, Norse, and Egyptian gods chief among them. The more naturalistic and isolated gods of Asia, Africa, and the Americas, while far more numerous, held no real power. These deities focused more on their lands than in direct interaction and interference in human lives. He accepted and preferred these gods, ones who kept to their own devices over meddling. Ultimately it was this marginalization of his entire family and their kind that lead him to the sanctuary.
He maintains a grove of his own in the sanctuary. A large one dedicated to the natural beauty of the world. Of course, in the center sits a shrine honoring the natural beauty of the Shinto gods and the beauty of his homeland, but in various sections equidistant from the center are shrines celebrating the beauty of nature found in all lands. Each is broken down first by continent then by climate. Help from various children of natural gods and spirits lend the large grove a sense of serene beauty for any preference. From Jungles and Forests to plains and deserts, no type of climate or land was excluded. It was a place for children of any marginalized pantheon to come and find a sense of peace.
Having trained his whole life for this war he is at peak physical and mental form for whatever is to come. Armed in the best equipment money can buy he keeps himself ready at all times to either plan and advise or take action in order to defend the natural balance of things. The gods who meddle in the affairs of the world once again seeking to overthrow the peace and order of things, Johnny is unwilling to let this happen.

weapons for character:
Assault Rifle: G-36
Sniper Rifle: PSG 1
Pistol: .45 M1911
Sword: Damascus Steel Short Sword

[User] "It would be enough for that, but going high profile so very early on might play to our own disadvantage. Tempting as it is. It would be better to fund the forces we already have. While a PMC would be a good ace in the hole, them being involved in one battle would alert the entirety of the world to our own existence. Imagine if they humans knew that the children of gods walked among them. In the long term that may be worse than all of us dying at once." Johnny replied, having already thought out hiring human fighters to come to their aid. There were a few ways that would end ultimately, none of them optimal in his line of thought. Either things would go back to the ways of old, with people begging favor from every god they now knew to exist, turning on them and slaughtering them all in fear, or gods get asked to join an international community which they would likely immediately set about dominating now that they were known.

[Assistant] "You have a point." She said in a dejected tone, only to perk up a moment later. "Hey, I got an idea - we could see if one of them will let us -rent- an Apache!"

[User] "I highly doubt they would allow that, given that the PMC would take the blame for any attacks made with it. To put it mildly the very idea would make their legal departments shit themselves." He replied, moving to one of the unoccupied ranges and aiming his weapon.

[Assistant]
Riley
 He stepped from his cabin, an icy wind blowing through the camp as he did, cool air hitting warm, and a bit of a fog began billowing from his room before the door shut, sealing the sub-temperature cabin. As he walked, patches of ice would form and slowly melt as his feet left the ground, and a cloud of cold air surrounded him and anyone in a ten foot radius could feel it. As he exhaled, a cloud of vapor fell from his lips, as was costume to his breathing. He continued to walk, making eye contact with any who dared look him in the eyes, as in elder camp member, he had developed intense capability over his powers, including the ability to make frozen projectiles for long range attacking, and icy sickles for more personal combat. He had been raised in the camp, and knew of no life separate from his loyalty to the camp, and while others often disagreed with his methods, he was respected for his dedication to the camps survival.

 Having overheard the arguments over war methods, he had taken it upon himself to make his presence known, and offer his well weighted opinion into the mix. As the arguments became heated, then subsided, he chuckled softly to himself, before a small icy spike flew at incredible velocity between Ephraim's arms, slicing the string of his bow clean in half, if his actions did not make his thoughts on the matter clear, his words soon would.

 "Wood splits, cracks, freezes over and becomes useless, the same as swords and shields. A rifle may survive for a few decades, but will eventual be deemed useless, especially in the arms of someone lacking proficiency with a firearm, such as myself. Perhaps an acknowledgment that the modern, and even the less modern have their flaws, but name me a flaw in power so raw and ancient it has made beings of immortality unstoppable. Name me a weakness in weapons conjured from the capabilities woven deep into your own soul, something that will last until your own defeat."

 He asked calmly, his hands forming a sickle in the right, and a floating spike in the left, gesturing with them to further his point.

@Corsair

[User]
"...Damn. As usual, thwarted by lawyers." She thumped her fist into her open palm. "That reminds me, we need to see if it's possible to file a restraining order against the Gods. At any rate, we can still see about purchasing some guns and ammo. I know a guy who knows a guy."

She looked at the guy throwing shards of ice around, then looked over at Ephraim. "Huh. Good job, you made me look polite by comparison."

[Assistant]
Adrian couldn't help but chuckle as he lazily meandered on by the shooting range. Looked like target practice was subsiding for the day, and considering the familiar sounds of an argument, he could understand why. He didn't even have to see faces to know Victoria and Ephraim were butting heads. And even after the riveting conversation ended, and Nycteris took off for the woods, the air was still just ever so tense. Or maybe Adrian was confusing "tense" with "steadily dropping". He only realized he was mixing up words once Riley made his way towards the targets.

"Ugh, should've put on thicker shorts this morning." He thought, his bare legs receiving the brunt of the icy wind. Once Adrian reached Victoria and Johnny, Riley said some words that Adrian couldn't help but agree with. "Gotta side with Frosty on this one. I'll probably never be good with a bow, but I know I can hit someone with a fireball. With the same speed and strength of an arrow." Another gust of the cold front passed by, and sent a noticeable shiver down his spine. "...Though, it would be cool if we were working with something a little warmer." He mumbled a little softer, blowing a spew of flame into his cupped hands to warm them.

"Vicky, Johnny." He brightly greeted the two. "Are you guys playing nice this morning?" He asked the way a doting mother asks her children. He may've shared Victoria's opinion on the gods and how not to worship them, he just didn't see himself being as...militant as she was. "Militant? Is that the word i'm looking for...? Driven. Driven sounds better."

[User] Ephraim flat-out growled. "Do you have any consideration for other people's belongings? This doesn't belong to the Refuge, you know. This is mine." He brought the now-useless bow to the table, removing the string as quickly as possible. "And unlike you two, Riley, Johnny, I have no flashy powers. I'm a warrior, plain and simple. You want a power battle? Go talk to Nycteris. You want a mental battle? Find one of Loki's kids. You want a duel of honor? Challenge me." With one last annoyed look, he turned his back to the other people, focusing on replacing the string of his bow. Unlike the weapons the kids had been using, his was a masterfully crafted recurve bow with a 100 lb. draw weight. Only a few could use it, not that Ephraim would ever let anyone else handle it. It was his, and his alone.

[Assistant] "I may not agree with Ephraim's methods, but these kids do need to learn how to handle weapons. We've got kids here whose powers are limited to being able to breathe underwater and talk to birds." She grabbed her duffel and set it on a table, reaching inside to pull out a box of rounds to slide into her stripper clips. "And if you want to make a point, make it with words. We've all got enough problems without trying to kill each other." Tempting as it sounded at times, she thought to herself. "Hell's bells, we have the kings of three Pantheons coming to slaughter us. If you want to argue, maybe argue about ways to make it less likely we all die."

[User]
Unnoticed by everyone, Rayon's attention was fully on the group as they argued. His eyes were transfixed on their weaponry, their abilities, and he began wondering if any of them could teach him. They all looked so cool! He wondered if he looked as cool while he was flying, or maybe when he shot out his laser beams. In any case . . .

"Hey, hey guys can you teach me how to use a bow! or a gun! or that ice thing!" he suddenly shouted excitedly. "Those weapons looks awesome! I wonder if I can get my own?"

While he was shouting and waving his arms expectantly in between Ephraim and Victoria, he'd forgotten one thing: currently, he was invisible. Among all his divine abilities, invisibility was the one power that kept acting up. Unless he was using another power, he would suddenly and randomly turn invisible, sometimes it even happened while he slept, resulting in people jumping on him sometimes. Invisibility was both the blessing and curse of Medjed, the most obscure of the Egyptian gods; unlike Rayon, however, Medjed knew how to use that obscurity to his advantage. Rayon couldn't do much but whine about it.

Of course, in his excitement, he had no idea he was invisible right now, so the most anyone could tell he was there was a disembodied voice right in front of Victoria.

[Assistant]
Riley
 Shaking his head slowly, he snapped his fingers and the cold air dropped like a weight, a layer of ice forming on the ground then quickly dissipating. The lack of trust in the camper's abilities hurt him, on a personal level. Had his trainer held the same view that these two had, his only skill would be wielding a knife and having cold skin. He would have died several times over had it not been for his extensive practice and exercise of his magic. What they failed to understand is that magic was like a muscle, and the more you used it the stronger it became. He wasn't born with the ability to freeze lakes and drop the temperature up to a mile away, he had worked for it, hard.
"If we follow either of you, we will be lead into nothing but weakness and defeat. There is a reason our ancestors were worshiped, and it wasn't because they used weapons of men."

 Hearing the disembodied voice he automatically moved into his fight stance, a spike of ice forming in each hand, preparing to strike at whatever needed. With a flick of his wrist, a cloud of sub-zero air burst out from around him, creating a dense fog that revealed the shape of Rayon's invisible body.
"State your intentions or face execution!"
 He demanded in an authoritative, but collected tone.

[User] "You're right, Thor used no hammer, Susanoo didn't have a sword, and no war god ever touched a weapon of man. Truly it is purely for their use of magic that all gods were worshiped. No god was ever worshiped for martial or tactical prowess." He responded with a slight grin to Riley. Chuckling afterwards at the argument that had been indirectly put forth. After he laughed he fired off a quick burst from the G36, the rounds grouping slightly off of center as he then used that to readjust his sights.


[System]
Species: Half-Human
Age: 27
Gender: Female

Rank: Rank 1
Quinque: Rekka. A shuriken type weapon that can be used at range.

Personality: Noriko is strong of body and mind, and takes it upon herself to look after other CCG investigators, especially the junior members. She is perceived as quiet and motivated by her job, however she will open up to a choice few. The red-head is reserved and keeps her poise, thus keeping relations at a professional level. Raised with the pretense that everyone is dangerous, Noriko finds it difficult to truly trust another. Despite this upbringing, she does not live in constant paranoia, and understands that alliances are necessary.

This investigator's loyalties lie with the Commission of Counter Ghoul. Having been raised by them, she came to realize that while not all ghouls are dangerous, the CCG is designed to protect the greater good, saving countless people. As such, the CCG continues to have her support.

Biography: Being born and raised in the Sunlit Garden, Noriko was molded into a talented Ghoul Investigator.

[User]
Kaito Mori[Tokyo's 20th Ward, Nerima - Akinokirinsō Ave]

The sound of an unfamiliar voice finally seemed to break the spectacled dude out of his trance. The tablet in his lap slumping a bit as he twisted his neck around to look to the owner of said voice, and give a nod along with a casual smile. "Oh, yeah sure, go ahead. Just gimme one sec..."

Setting the tablet on the tabletop, Kaito pushed his chair back a bit to quickly tuck his legs in and put them under the table proper. His sleeve going over his hand as he wiped a bit of dirt off the table. "Sorry I kinda got dirt everywhere. My shoes have been through hell because I like walking most places. Though that might be because I always blow my bus money on random crap. I kinda suck at saving up." Sitting back in his own chair once again, he leaned back to get a look at the newcomer. "My name's Kaito by the way, what's yours?"

[Assistant]
Akihiko Daiki Takeshi
Japan Tokyo, 20th Ward
~ Del Real Cafe ~
Lord

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As the guy set his tablet on the table Akihiko quickly glanced at what was on it, but then looked back at the man as he finished wiping the table down.  Ghoul crimes...so, he at least knows about ghouls. Akihiko smiled, and took his seat across from the person. Taking a quick glance toward the person he realized the guy was actually a kid, and he assumed this kid was from middle school at best. Either he was skipping or...Yeah, just skipping class. As he took off his backpack the number he had for his order was called, so he held up a finger to the teen as he stood up to go get his coffee. He was going to buy one for his new companion as well, but decided against it.

Walking back to the table Akihiko set his coffee down. "Kaito's a neat name kid." Sitting down, he then extended his hand to hopefully shake Kaitos hand. "My name is Akihiko. Akihiko Takeshi." He said with a grin on his face.

[User]
Kaito Mori[Tokyo's 20th Ward, Nerima - Del Real Cafe]

Stretching out his arms above his head, the shorter 'teen' inhaled through his nose. "Well Akihiko Takeshi, your name's pretty neat too."

Heh, he totally took the bait. Everyone thinks I look twelve on the first impression....and here I thought the bags under my eyes would buy me a few extra years. I think Haru was the only one to ever actually guess right....

Indeed, if one looked close enough, there would be small mounded of tired skin underneath the deceptive long haired boy's eyes. Though it would be slightly hard to tell with the bottom part of his glasses frames blocking them from view. Crossing his arms, Kaito raised his leg up to cross it over his knee and return the grin. "So, what're you doing out here in the middle of the day? Shouldn't guy's like you be in class still? You're in collage right?"

[Assistant]
@Light Lord

Japan Tokyo, 20th Ward
~ Del Real Cafe ~

The bell to the café rung with a gentle chime as the new patron entered the store, he adorn a black leather jacket, embellished with two white stripes on the sleeves and red tribal artwork on the back, his white hoodie blew gently as the final breeze hit it, momentarily concealing his face before he lowered it, revealing his brown hair. Adjusting his jacket and hoodie he made for a stool near the counter and sat down, a pleasant smile on his face as one of the waitresses came over to take his order. She smelled lovely, lavender with a hint of strawberry. Her other scent engulfed his nose as he nodded with a thank you before the smile faded from his face to something more stoic as he scanned the room. Amongst the humans there were a few ghouls and he quickly picked them out.

A kid with brown hair and glasses sat with another man who had black hair. He wasn't one to introduce himself but he certainly didn't like being this far away from his ward without someone he knew within the ward he entered. Sadly he had lost his one friend within the ward to another ghoul so he was by himself. He went back and forth in his head about whether or not he should go introduce himself or let them figure out who he was before saying something, either way, he didn't realize that he spaced out while looking in their direction and quickly adverted his eyes when the realization dawned on him. With a sigh he stood and made his way over to them with his coffee, a fake smile on his face.

"Some coffee shop, huh? Never found a place who could make a good Columbian Dark Roast until this one. I'm sorry I don't mean to interrupt your conversation. Mind if I were to join you both? My name's Katsuo by the way." His voice was smooth and welcoming, despite his personality and demeanor being a bit of a contrast to that. At least at this proximity, they would know he was one of them, a fellow ghoul who was also living in the hardships of this cruel world.

[User]
Noriko Ihei[Tokyo's 20th Ward, Nerima - Akinokirinsō Ave]

Lord
A red-headed female wearing casual attire and gloves made her way through the crowded walkway; a silver briefcase in her hand. Everything is so much calmer here. I wonder if any good restaurants are open... Looking around, her eyes were drawn to a cab that pulled over nearby. Out stepped a teen who appeared foreign. Why would someone vacation here of all places? And alone... he's just a kid. Well, he's probably 18 or 19, and he carries himself maturely. Still though...

Now caught up to the teen, the woman would casually slide up beside him, "You're not from around here, are you?"

[Assistant]
Delsin Grey[Tokyo's 20th Ward, Nerima - Akinokirinsō Ave]

Looking up from the glowing screen of the cellular device, the jade eyed teen glanced over to the woman that had pulled up beside him. His arm lowering to his side as he nodded. "Yeah. I'm here as an exchange student in the University of Tokyo. I'm just trying to find my way around. Do you...live in this ward?"

Delsin's gaze began to then fully take in the woman's form, attention being drawn to the case in her grip. I think I've seen that briefcase before....She's not dressed like she's heading into work or anywhere formal though....

[User]
Akihiko Daiki Takeshi
Japan Tokyo, 20th Ward
~ Del Real Cafe ~
Lord@FallenTrinity

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Akihiko was going to reply to the young man until someone else had approached their table. An older guy from what Akihiko could see, but he was quite friendly toward them. "The coffee has a different taste to it than other shops, so yes, the coffee is great so far." He gave a smile towards the guy. He was going to let him sit at the table, but remembered that it was not his table to be accepting people, so he nodded toward Kaito. "It's not my table, so if he doesn't mind then I have no complaints."

Even if he did get the impression that the guy was friendly Akihiko felt something was off about him. It made him feel a tad bit uneasy, so if Kaito were to accept then Akihiko would take a shot at trying to see what it was that gave him this strange feeling. He knew he hadn't met the guy before, so it wasn't that the guy had some beef with him or something. Whatever it was he was curious, but he wondered if Kaito had felt the same thing.

Maybe not, maybe it's just me.

[Assistant]
Kaito Mori[Tokyo's 20th Ward, Nerima - Del Real Cafe]

@FallenTrinity
Twisting his neck to look left to the new comer, the bespectacled 'teen' looked Katsuo up and down for a moment, before waving a hand and gesturing towards an empty chair. "Sure, go nuts. We were just kinda talking about how we both ended up here today. Me, it's basically because I need caffeine or I might not function for the rest of the day. Had a few long nights recently."

Though Kaito appeared to be presenting himself in a calm, casual manor, his inner thoughts told a different tale. His brows furrowing a bit as he begins to tap his fingers on the table. Man, aren't I popular today? I'm not too worried about Akihiko, but this other guy is totally faking it. You wouldn't need to fake friendliness unless you got something to hide. I wonder what his angle is?

[User]
Noriko Ihei[Tokyo's 20th Ward, Nerima - Akinokirinsō Ave]

Lord
"An exchange student? You sure picked the worst time. I hope they made you get all your shots up to date? Most colleges do. You know, the meningitis vaccine is pretty important... it's really easy to contract it in a dorm environment." Waving her hand, she stopped herself before replying to his question, "Annnyyyyway, no I don't live here. I actually have an apartment in the 1st Ward, but I figured since I'm off today, I might as well go see somewhere that's not virus-ridden."

A smile crossed her face, "Anyway, sorry, I'm Noriko. Want me to show you to Todai?"


[System]
Age: 17
Element: Water
-Appearance-

Personality:
Determining the personality of Emilia would be a bit hard before understanding her past. But at first glance, her demeanor is that of one that mostly keeps to herself if left alone.

While she is not socially awkward and plenty capable of speaking to others, she does not seek conversation out of instinct. Seeing as she had no friends around her life and having left her siblings behind fairly early in her life, she has no real trust in anyone but her own grandparents. But it does not shut off the possibility of obtaining new friends.

Much of her time she spends meditating on thoughts and her own power. Otherwise she can be seen reading small books for pastime.
Deep down however, she will care for anyone whom befriends her or acts kindly to her.

History:
Raised somewhat far from the actual academy, Emilia was born as the first daughter of the family, along with two younger siblings. Her parents were ungifted towards the elements, and her siblings never seemed to develop skills of their own. At least not during her stay at the house.
She was the only person in the family at the time that achieved control over the water element, and at a quite young age as well.

One would think parents should nurture any talent a child harbors for the sake of their wellbeing. But her parents began to pay less and less attention to her 'till an unfortunate day led to her temper boiling to its end. Leading to an accident where she managed to hurt them both with a case of hot and boiling water. Shocked at her actions, they immediately sent her away from the house and to her grandparents. Whom coincidentally resided a bit closer to the academy itself in a more countryside area.

It took quite a bit of time to get used to the new area and both of her grandparents. But much to her surprise, she was taken in with a warm embrace by both. Emilia eventually opened up to the both of them and told why she was sent there in the first place. Seeing as her actual parents told them nothing other than that she would start living at their house now.
Her grandfather, Flynn, took pity to her current situation and took her over to a nearby lake. The words he spoke that day and being under his tutelage, she soon began her endeavor of learning how to control water with a swift but graceful touch.

It did not take her more than a year to reach to a point where her grandfather approached her with a document in hand.
"If you want to study this gift of yours more, then aim for this."
"And remember my dear. Endurance is one of the most difficult disciplines, but it is to the one who endures that the final victory comes."

Her eyes now laid upon Elemental Academy.

Equipment: While she does not carry any external equipment on her, she has two metal ring/claws on both of her middle fingers. They were handcrafted by her grandfather as a memento for her. A keepsake from the times spent with him, and a constant reminder of his teachings.

[User]
Madison

"Ha...no, not exactly. We just didn't get along. I mean, the second he set foot in Mr. K's--er, I mean, Mr. Kessinger's office, we clashed. But, hey, it happens to the best of us, right?"

Madison gave Emi a little smile, and continued walking towards class. "How about you, little miss? Do you have any love interests in your class...or in the school, for that matter?" Madison wasn't looking to spread any gossip as she was merely curious. The girl looked just as young as she did, and admittedly, Madison's never been in a serious relationship. A few dates here and there, but nothing more. Maybe it was her young age, or her lack of experience. Or both, honestly.

"I've never had a boyfriend, to tell you the truth, but I do remember my first kiss." At that, Madison couldn't help but blush. Even though it was a quick peck, and nothing more, John was one of the guys she fell for but didn't necessarily got over when he started chasing another girl. Not for a long time, at least.

[Assistant]
Eria Grandous

"Umm... Ok I think I can do that?" Eria said as she focused on the Aetheric Particles and they formed the shape in her hand again. She Focused on the fire element particles and tried to change it after the flame was produced around her hand. "Ok so now I just... change it right?" she asked herself under her breath and waved another hand past the flame as part of it turned to stone around her hand before shattering into shards that were so unstable that as soon as they hit a solid object they disintegrated into Aetheric particles again. Eria had held her hand away from her face when It shattered and when she looked back Eria just stared in annoyance, "Argh... That is the tenth time! she yelled as the fire that was left went out.

 This had actually happened so many times whenever Eria practiced since she learned about it yesterday, She had even practiced before she went to bed last night. "Sorry Mr. Maxim, I don't think I can do it today" she said and just shoved her hands into her pockets and just tried to control the particles without using her hands though without much success.@Zetsuko

[User]
~Ruby and Cassie~

 Ruby found herself admiring the old beautiful buildings. They reminded her a bit of art nouveau. She bended her knees just enough so her hands found her luggage and stood staight up again. Not sure where she should go she walked around a bit, hoping to find some hints. The feeling of not knowing where to go alone gave an eerie tint to the atmosphere, and as time flied it started getting heavy. Ruby sat on a wooden bench in what seemed to appear as a small square. She'd ask the first person who was to pass from there about where to go next. She took off her short black gloves and rested her head on the wall next to the bench. Soon she fell asleep, such a bad thing to do on the first day with all her belongings next to her.

 Cassie walked in the dorms corridor, and looked around, not sure where she should go. She looked on the doors in case she found her name written somewhere, but didn't.
"Where is the organisation." She thought to herself, with a note of irritation. Cassie is not what one would call a patient person.

After waiting for some hour she decided to knock upon a randon door, hoping to get some help on where on earth should she go. When no one answered the door she insisted on knocking, annoyingly.

[Assistant]
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Day 2, 12:36 PM, Lunchtime

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"I think I'll go with Feather too - much easier that way."

Inuit and Norse names were no problem. Icelandic, Danish, Finnish, Swedish, French, no problem. This name sounded like it broke all of the spelling rules that Brunhilde had internalized over the past seventeen years. She tapped the tip of the pen on the page, certain that she had misspelled Saqui's actual name, then crossed out 'Saki' and circled 'Feather'. The borscht had gotten cold by this point, and Brunhilde figured she might as well eat the strange Russian soup sitting in front of her. It tasted rather sour, as expected, but was indeed quite delicious. It was a nice change of pace from the ludicrous quantities of fish, shark, and fermented fish and shark (which, to be fair, only barely qualify as food) that she was used to.

Her left arm caught her attention again. The tendons in the back of her left hand visibly spasmed for the entire time she ate, producing a very dull ache. Something was definitely very wrong - that kind of twitching wasn't the sort of thing that a person could simply ignore, and the notebook made no mention of it. There was definitely some sort of nervous system damage present. Her leg wasn't feeling any better either, but at least it wasn't as bad - more of a periodic 'kick' in some of the muscle fiber bundles. Neither twitch was the sort of thing that could be done intentionally. She went ahead and scribbled down the problem in the notebook with the instructions, 'See a doctor.'

Gus's words caught her attention again. This time he had remembered to swallow his food before speaking, which was a very welcome improvement.

"So I take it Blood has something to do with medicine, then?"

@FaithsRose

[User]
Emi

"Heeeee, I think fire users can get a little ticked off at certain point in time but immediately after you have just met is a little over the top don't you think."

Emi gave an awkward laugh as she said that and noticed Madison had given her a small smile back from earlier. Emi angled her head a little towards the front at the girl and gave her a sweet smile back. But when Madison asked her about her love life she immediately started turning to the color of a peach with steam coming out of her ears. How could she have possibly asked such a blunt question out of nowhere.

"Wha!? Ehh uhh... I haven't really met much people yet so not really no. But I doubt I would get something like that. You got to give it a lot of time after all, right?"

A soft laugh escaped Emi her lips when Emi took the subject of her mind. It really had gotten her that Madison would ask her something like that. Madison went on talking about that she hadn't got into a serious relation herself yet but did have her first kiss. Was that a normal thing for girls to have already? A first kiss that is. She merely hugged people but she didn't feel like she could kiss anyone right now. At an earlier age she might not have thought about such thing so much but now she was pretty uncertain about those sort of things. Emi simply looked at the girl and smiled, she didn't know how to reply to that. It was a hard subject she thought herself.

"Well to be honest... Someone took me to their dorm and I slept there last night hehe... That was a little awkward wasn't it..."

Yoshino

Shino still hadn't moved from her spot and didn't seem that she was going to move any time soon either. Her legs and arms hurt from the fall. She didn't have any bleedings so that was a plus but she still felt all the pain coursing through her body. She tiredly drooped her chin onto the floor with tiring looking eyes just staring forward. Truly bothersome falling just like that, she wondered why she still didn't wear pillow armor. She didn't think of it for nothing.

A sudden voice made her head slowly turn towards the sound of it. Her eyes fell on a girl that was crouched down right next to her. She gazed at the girl for a moment with her mouth still agape and her eyes unfazed and blank as ever. The girl asked if she was okay but Shino clearly wasn't paying attention to the situation right now. Yoshino turned her back the same spot again simply gazing forward again. This time however she looked at the ground between her stretched out hand and muttered something to herself.

"Dad was wrong, Angels do exist after all."

Yoshino gazed in front of her again and turned her head back towards the girl again. Yoshino looked over the girl her body to inspect her a little and to remember how she looked. The girl had long hair unlike herself, she thought it looked quite pretty. To the girl it probably looked like Yoshino was checking her out or gazing at her again but by the time she probably had already understood Yoshino was quite the airhead.

"Oh... Hello"

After Yoshino had finally spoken back to the girl she turned her head forward again and stared off into the distance. After a while the girl spoke again, probably directed at her but it didn't seem to arrive. Yoshino gave a soft sigh as it came through to her that she was probably lying in someone's way. She gave a small nod while still staring ahead and noticed the hand reaching out to her. Her eyes pointed towards the hand as she pushed herself off the ground with both hands.

She sat on her knees and hands and used her muscles to sit on her knees only. She gazed at the hand for a moment but lightly grabbed hold of it with her sleeve softly brushing against the other girl her hand. She tried to get up with mostly her own power yet her body still hurted a little. Eventually she came to a stand and slowly let go of the girl her hand looking up at the girl her face afterwards. She made a slight bow with both her hands bundled on her lap.

"Thank you very much for your kindness."

Yoshino raised both her hands again letting them hang in front of her belly just like she did before. She took a quick look around to see if the crossroad had any exist anywhere but it was of no use. She had to survive on her own from now on. This was the jungle and she had to get out of it. First is food then water.

"I got lost."

"Again."

"Sigh."

[Assistant]
Yoshino was definitely a one-of-a-kind clumsy gal. Well, to Emilia she at least gave off that impression heavily. She even had to be extra careful not to accidentally laugh at her spaced out situation. Though unfortunately she misses her mumbling and takes it as nothing while she stares at her without a second thought.

"You really are a funny one, aren't ye?"
She showed a small but tender smile at the girl on the floor, even if the whole awkward moment between the two had been there for quite a few seconds. The unbearable yet somehow ironic thought that she could now associate herself with a clumsy girl who had also managed to get herself lost in this maze of an academy.

It took quite a bit until she managed to get more than just a slight response, but she felt a tad delighted to be helping the girl up on her own two feet from that kind of a crash rather than just leaving her there to lay down on the floor like a lifeless mannequin for dear god knows how long. She let the silence stay between them for the whole ordeal until Shino finally managed to lift herself up with her help.

"Thank you very much for your kindness."
"You're welcome lass."

A simple but efficient answer, as she probably didn't need to say no more to her. Who knows if she would've even registered a third of the words she had used, had she used more than just those few simple words.
What bothered more was the fact that she actually admitted that she was lost and supposedly more than just once.

"So you're lost as well? And here I thought I was the only one too..."
The situation wasn't so appalling to just give up right there and then, but her self-esteem wasn't quite up to par with the motivation she had when coming here in the first place. She did think of just giving up once, but finding her way around the place or signs of any other student or teacher in the whole entire damn building was probably more important than dwelling in a bad conscience. Her eyes simply roll and she utters a sigh before speaking up.

"Do you mind if we try to go around this building with the both of us? Oh... and the name is Emilia, just in case you wanted to know."

Fixing her posture a tad, she stretches her arms while looking around the place to see if anyone else was around. Sadly no one really was around, so they were kinda just stuck there. Neither would her mumbling find any real target to vent her slight irritation at the complexity of the building.

"Now if I could just find someone with actual authority over here... bollocks."

The simple irony and luck that none of the headmasters were there to even hear that.


[System]
Sam Linder
Screen name: TarotIX

Age: 15

Appearance: See picture above for her wearing her magical girl costume.

Nationality: England

Personality: A girl of few words, Sam keeps herself to herself and has often been described by others as 'sullen'. She is mistrusting of all adults, except for her own parents, while at the same time looking down on all those her own age as being too immature. Thanks to this outlook, she has ended up driving away all potential friendships and has found herself alone, all the while wondering why nobody wants to talk to her. She keeps telling herself she's happier by herself, but in truth she is not only very lonely, but depressed with her loneliness. In order to distract herself from her solitude, she tends to spend a lot of her time (especially in class) daydreaming and fantasising. She has a lot of interest in fantasy and magic, and would often imagine herself as going on adventures and using magic to fight terrible monsters, that she was a hero in one of her favourite book series. This is perhaps why, since becoming a magical girl, Sam's depression has subsided a little, as she now feels like a hero in some fantasy novel, and she feels like she finally has a purpose in her life. However, just like her daydreams, Sam's life as a magical girl is merely an escape from the real world, a real world that could be lurking just around the corner.

Biography: Sam has only been a magical girl for three months now. Before then, she had a relatively normal albeit very lonely life. She is incredibly close to her parents, especially her mother, both whom babied and spoiled their daughter. Mr and Mrs Linder were often concerned for their daughter during her early years as she seemed to have problems socialising with other children and teachers seemed to complain a lot about Sam not focussing in class, upon a meeting with a teacher, it was suggested that Sam might be autistic. Sam was referred to a child psychologist who eventually came to diagnose Sam as having Aspergers Syndrome. The child psychologist then informed Sam's current primary school of this and suggested they do their best to support Sam.

Unfortunately, the school didn't have a proper Learning Support program and not many teachers seemed to understand, and as the years went on, they started to get more and more frustrated with Sam, either because she had a tendency to phase out and daydream during class, or because she needed more help when trying to learn. The fact that Sam didn't have any real friends or that some boys tends to mock or make fun of her didn't help. In her final two years of primary school, Sam did make a friend named Lucy, a real friend who shared her interests in fantasy and art and she was a little happier, but her schoolwork was still pretty low.

When Sam made it to secondary school, things both got better and worse for her. They were better because her secondary school had a lot more knowledge on how to deal with Sam's Aspergers and were a lot more patient and helpful. But it was worse because Sam and Lucy ended up going to separate schools, and Sam found herself alone once more. Sam was able to make some friendly acquaintances who she could hang around with from time to time, but most of the time she spend by herself, still dreaming and imagining.

Sam kept in contact with Lucy, and the two still continued to see each other. Then, when she was thirteen, Lucy transferred to Sam's school, and Sam was overjoyed to be back with her friend. However, Lucy, previously just as shy as Sam, ended up getting a whole group of friends within weeks, and started preferring hanging around with the group rather than just Sam. Lucy, of course, invited Sam to spend time with the group, but Sam didn't like sharing her best friend and often became upset or irritable with her friend, and the two of them slowly grew further apart. The bond between them came to an end finally when Lucy not only cut herself off from Sam, but also her other friends when Lucy started becoming boy-crazy. When Lucy finally go a boyfriend, Sam, full of jealousy, gave up on Lucy and started avoiding her. She hoped that Lucy would notice this behaviour and try to make up with her...

... but she never did.

For ages, Sam became more and more irritable, becoming even more distant from the other students and her grades dropped dramatically. She kept on pretending to be ill a lot so as not to spend any time at school. Her mood became worse and worse. She spent all her time in her room, wasn't doing any work and some of the teachers were started to get annoyed with her attitude. Eventually, she stopped going to school altogether. Her parents didn't like it, but they weren't the best as forcing her to do things she didn't want to do, and suggested she retake the year again at the beginning of the next school year. Months past, and Sam became more and more distant, while her parents became a little bit more irritated with her as the days went by, though they tried not to show it.

When the beginning of the next school years was close by, her parents and Sam started arguing a lot. Her parents wanted her to go back to school, but Sam didn't want to. During one particularly bad argument, Sam actually ran out of the house and ran away. She stayed in a shopping district for about an hour until she had calmed down and, realising how horrible she had been to her parents, burst into tears.

In a moment of madness, Sam went to a nearby building and tried to throw herself off, telling herself that her parents and the world would be better off without her. However, she didn't succeed. She was saved by a magical girl, a girl who looked like a witch out of one of her fairy tale books. The girl's name was Annie, and she told Sam that she had to keep soldiering on despite of her sadness and loneliness and that "things would get better". Sam can't remember much after that, only that she woke up in her bed back home, her parents relieved to see her the next morning, though they didn't remember hearing her come in at night. Sam apologised to her parents, telling them she would go back to school.

It was soon after that, beginning her new school year, that Sam discovered her ability to transform into a magical girl, with a costume that looked like a fantasy sorceress. Overjoyed with this, Sam started using her new powers, which soon got the attention of Annie again, who started teaching Sam the duties of a magical girl. The two worked as partners for a while, and formed a friendship. However, as Sam slowly gets more understanding of her powers, she starting to think about striking out on her own.

Experience Level: Greenhorn

Skills:
- While not the most athletic, Sam has started taking fighting training since she became a magical girl, and has learned how to wield her staff like a bo staff, as this will be its only use until she learns proper magic.

- Good at taking orders. As someone who has no faith in her ability to make crucial decisions, especially in battle, she will easily rely on the commands of others, especially those who she sees as the most capable.

- Has an excellent memory for certain things if they interest her enough.

- Surprisingly good at empathising with people and understanding people's feelings, thoughts and personalities. This is because she's a listener, not a talker.

- Drawing and creating art.

Magical Power: As a Greenhorn magical girl, Sam has yet to learn any real magic and only has the basic magical girl abilities. (For future reference, Sam's powers will be light-based when she starts to discover them.)

[User]
Seren frowned a bit as the tone of Annie's voice changed. It was unnerving, to say the least. But right now, there were more pressing matters.

"Errors," repeated Seren, following after Annie. She immediately summoned two large tower shields that were wide and tall enough to cover her entire body. She held them readily at her sides, just in case. She stayed behind Annie, but she would rather she be in front, since her shields could protect her in case of a sudden attack, however, Annie was the one who could sense the Errors.

"Should we get the others for this, or we'll deal with it ourselves?" she asked.

[Assistant]
Annie - Error Wrecking Crew
Streets of Municipio XIII

"The pack? There's no time. We must hurry." Landing lightly on the ground, Annie moved swiftly forward with Seren. She was the wolf, moving with her pack.

[User]
Jessica-Weird Sisters
Apartment - Municipio V

Jessica made a mental note that they didn't seem very picky. Maybe sandwiches would do?

Talking to the both of them as she made her way towards the small kitchen, Jessica asked, "Would you be alright with a sandwich then? If so what do you want on them?" Sandwiches were a simple fix anyway, and it was easy to make them to anyone's taste, but at the same time, you could never tell what someone wanted on them unless you knew them well or asked beforehand.

[Assistant]
James/(Jasmine)-Weird Sisters
Apartment-Municipio V

A sandwich huh? Jasmine was a little surprised at first that her apparently rich teammate was going to fix something so simple, but she didn't voice that surprise. "A sandwich is fine. It also doesn't matter what kind; I'll eat anything put between to pieces of bread as long as it's edible." Which was far more true then it should have been

Something interesting of note, was that while Jasmine was good at blending into most environments (both in part due to The Cufflinks and her acting ability) there was one major exception; a normal girl. Maybe it was because she hated this form, or because she was trying too hard, but she sometimes came off as awkward. "So...um. Somethings that the girls at my school got me thinking about boys; either of you have a type?" She asked. 'That...that's a normal thing for a girl to ask...right?' She hoped

[User]
Sam Linder of the Weird Sisters
Apartment - Municipio V

"I'd like ham and cheese, please," Sam called to Jessica without lifting her face even a fraction from her book. However, when Jasmine mentioned boys, Sam looked at the other girl with a scrunched up expression, her nose wrinkled up as if she'd eaten something vile. "I don't like boys," she muttered. "All the boys at my old school were nasty and mean. They used to bully all the girls because they thought they could get away with it. I'm happy I don't have to deal with that anymore." She then looked back at her page. "So no, I don't have a type. I don't care about that kind of romance stuff anyway. Only stupid people would get boyfriends at our age." There was a slight bitterness in her tone as she recalled Lucy, her old friend who had abandoned all her companions for some boy. No way would she ever be like that. No way.

[Assistant]
Annie - Error Wrecking Crew
The Streets of Municipio XIII

Annie moves lightly on her feet, pushing the girls through the Roman streets as fast as she can. As they narrow in on the target, they catch only glimpses of the monster's shadow flying through narrow streets. "Do you see it?" Annie points ahead of them. "We need to split up and cut it off before we loose it's trail or it attacks someone."

[User]
Adalina Corvi - Virtù Cardinali Incarnano: Cafe Zepelli
Caligetta shrugged at the girl's request.
"I have nothing. Never really have had time for gambling anyways. Why play games of luck when you could play games of skill?" she said to no one in particular, in between sips of coffee.

[Assistant]
Hua Tsing- Virtù Cardinali Incarnano
Cafe Zepelli

"I don't care anything like that around. How about we get something on the way home?" It would probably be pretty simple to just buy a dice or something like that. She didn't carry one around with her all the time, that'd be weird and unneccesary. However, that did give her an idea that may just work.

"There may be something on one of our phones. I had a flip phone a long, long time ago that had a program like that."

[User]
"Yes, I can see them," said Seren. She bit her lip in apprehension. When Annie recommended they split up, she wanted to protest, but she had a point; that was the better option and in any case, Seren can and should be able to handle herself. There was no room for being weak in the group, it would just become a bother for everyone involved.

She nodded her head. "All right, I will cut it off from the front, and you chase after from the back," she said. "I have a way of reaching it faster, and you can direct the way it goes with your bolts."

[Assistant]
Annie - Error Wrecking Crew
Streets of Municipal XIII

Annie nodded curtly and was gone to do her work. She raced down the street as fast as she could now, pushing the wolf to a sprint. The gap narrowed after two more turns in the street and then Seren was there.

The Error saw the other Magical Girl first, of course, and reared back in a cry of fury. With each beat of its wings, a shower of sharp, deadly feathers rained down on Seren. Annie did not hesitate, she pulled back her bow and let loose three arrows at once.

[User]
Jessica-Weird Sisters
Apartment-Municipio 5

Sandwiches, a quick easy fix, generally a good way to please everyone. Jessica went to the smallish kitchen, such are apartments, and retrieved a loaf of bread, taking four slices, two for each, she proceeded to make sandwiches for Sam and Jasmine, both ham and cheese. She put the bread, meat, and other "makings" back and returned to the living room with two plates, a sandwich atop each.

"Here you are," Jessica said as she returned with the sandwiches, handing one to Sam and the other to Jasmine. "Hmmmm...boys, I hadn't really given it much thought lately, not since I started fighting errors."

[Assistant]
James/(Jasmine)-Weird Sisters
Apartment-Municipio V

'Not good, I screwed up! What else do girls talk about when they're alone!? Gah, I don't know what to do!!!' Despite her internal torment, Jasmine looked very calm on the outside "I guess that makes sense. I mean after all, trying to maintain a relationship as Magical Girls is going to be next to impossible, considering all of the secrets we'd have to keep...right?" For the most part at least. Not trusting herself to start anymore conversations, Jasmine occupied her mouth with a sandwich "It's good. Thanks Jessica"

[User]
Sam Linder of the Weird Sisters
Apartment - Municipio V

Sam took the sandwich and grunted a "Thank you" to Jessica before munching down on her snatch greedily. While she was eating, she glanced at Jasmine. "Yeah, it would never work out," she said, her voice muffled due to her mouth being full of food. "Imagine if they found out what we did, eh?" She grinned as she swallowed the mouthful sandwich.


[System]
Nicknames/Alias: Drake
Height: 172cm
Weight: 75kgs
Age: 16
Gender:  Male
Nationality: Polish
Hometown: Krakōw
Date of Birth: 21/01/02

Family: Nightburden
Status: Scion
Weapon of Choice: Kusarigama or Rapier & Parrying dagger
Magic: Tenebris Sanguine;
This shadow magic is triggered by blood. It solidifies darkness into 'shadow stuff', a dangerous malleable substance that can change its properties in an instant. From soft waving and stretching tentacles to high speed razor sharp projectile daggers.
To activate this power blood must be dropped into an area of shade or darkness. This power is stronger (produces stronger shadow stuff) in darker enviroments or with the spilling of more blood. Strengths: Influenced by demons blood, he is faster, stronger and more durable than the average human, this coupled with his altered genetics and heavy strict disciplined training make him quite the formidable opponent.
Weaknesses: Fissured reality; Drakus is sometimes haunted by visions and nightmares during his waking moments. This can cause all manner of distractions and unable to believe his own eyes, this constantly causes him to question what he see's.
Desperation and losing control; Unable to ever make anyone proud, he still fears disappointment. He has learned to push beyond his limits to prevent failure however doing so comes at a cost of drawing on the demon blood within him and giving up some self control.
Fears: Ostracisation; to be looked down upon, considered as less, pitied, laughed at.
Madness; the fear of losing control, losing the ability to think rationally, becoming overwhelmed and driven by emotion, losing any sense of self and identity, acting inappropriately or bringing himself shame, these things scare him terribly.

Personality: Cold, distant, elitist, controlling, condescending, perfectionist. These are all terms that have been used to describe Drakus, and none of them would be wrong. Self centred he cares for little else beside his stature among others. He has known little of camaraderie or friendship but experienced a life time of hierarchy and obedience.
There is no place or time for emotions and weakness in the heart of a warrior. Discipline and riggerous training will triumph in a world where the strong rule the weak and only the fittest survive. Drakus was born a survivor.

Likes:* Order and routine.
* Lierature
* Sharp things
* Manners and etiquette
* Heirachy
Dislikes:* Chaos
* Excuses
* Disrespect
* Weakness
* Dirt
Backstory:Drakus is more or less essentially a creation and has always been treated as so. Less a child and more the successful results of many morally questionable experiments in a long line of failures, a living standing testament to a new age of modern science and knowledge, a purpose built commodity of deliberate design and careful specification.
There was no love to be lost in his household. Sure he was looked upon with pride, but it was not pride in his own actions or achievements but instead a self pride from the viewers eyes like that of a craftsman pleased with what he produced.
Drakus could get no credit for anything he had done or achieved, instead owing it to those that overlooked him. However failures and disappointment were always his to wear alone. He was raised by ever changing nurses, constantly monitored by scientists and educated of discipline in strict military fashion. Sure he did not have to go through this alone. He had many siblings, in a sense.

None of the children in this breeding farm knew who their mothers really were but some of the kids displayed similar appearances and or abilities. In fact most did in some way or another but they were so accustomed to it, seeing hardly anyone else, they barely recognised the signs. In the end, getting close to this family wasn't worth it. One by one they began falling sick and eventually dying or being taken away. Often there were no goodbyes, yet still that was preferential to what else was going on with the others. A madness began to sweep over a minority, pure insanity. Sure some of it was simply unnerving babble and unpredictable erratic behaviour, but as haunting as that could be it was nothing compared to the masochistic violence that some of the children burst out with. Or the sickening displays of sadism that they unawaringly stumbled upon.

But of course such a vile place could not be sustained or remain hidden forever. The powers that be shut it down. In the end, before their separation, Drakus was one of six remaining children. It is still unknown what happened to them, if they even survived at all.

Life changed for Drakus after that point. He was adopted into a wealthy and respectable family. While taught little of demons he was still unexplainably trained in the martial arts to combat them. He had a strict regiment of daily tasks and chores followed by endless hours of repetitious drills and exercise. Still, no matter how hard he was pushed, he remained grateful. For this was far better than what had come before.

One day finally sense was made of everything. All the unasked questions were answered and he learned much of the demons, his powers and the truths of the world. It also became apparent that at least one other child had survived, up until that day anyway. Defeated by a demon. Drakus was to continue his training at the school of death, the last and truest test.

Those early years of Drakus childhood still hang with him. Unable to be forgotten they were filled with the things of other children's nightmares. Since hell had become his norm, his nightmares had to become made of something worse. Still, as they revisit him again and again, he can't help but notice they grow stronger and deeper every year. Drakus eternally haunted and unable to ever escape them. Even now, years later he still is plagued by the same dreams as before, now they no longer even wait for him to sleep, preying upon and terrorising him even in the wake of day. A constant torment on an already fragile mind.

Hobbies/Interests: Drakus has learnt to enjoy the familiarity of repetition. Never having had time to persue his own interests he has since found old routines to become an escape from his own mind. Therefore martial practice and training is his first hobby.
When the body is done he will sharpen the mind with books of philosophy or important literature. Always striving to remain educated and of equal stature and knowledge as those of the higher circles. Less he be considered less than them or be made a fool of on conversation.
Other: Possible plot hooks -

[User]
Alexander Grossem

The School of Death... This opportunity had offered Alex so much, but in return required an equal, if not greater sacrifice for him to take it.
His parents, despite being properly educated and persuaded of it's existence and purpose outright refused for him to go there - and despite the fact that legally they could decide for Alex, the small entourage of formally dressed men informed them that this was not the case.
The decision to go, lied solely on Alexander due to him not being affiliated in any way with the school or order.
Admittedly, it was something that required a lot of thought, to give up everything he had: his family, his friends, his land... his home...
Alex barely batted an eyelid when he stated that he would leave for this new world, despite the fit of rage his father flew into, and for once instead of mild indifference his mother commonly gave, she showed real emotion and care for once, too late however - had she done that when it had mattered maybe his choice would have been different.

The down sides to his choice came in a swift swathe, his parents disowned him as he collected some of his things - thankfully everything was covered by the school so money wasn't something he needed to concern himself with, thankfully - it was apparently something that occurred often enough to the new blood that there was something in place for it.
The next lot of bad look came in the form of transport, it was a boat - albeit a extremely large one, bigger than he'd ever seen in his life.
A crowded space, and on water to boot - one thing he hated, on top of another that he feared - perfect.

The journey had not been pleasant, in the slightest - perhaps unpleasant is too tame a word for what Alex felt on this journey, he was sick more times than he could count, his head was constantly swimming and he had to constantly keep on top of his fluids in-case he dehydrated, his heart went out to his neighbours on this journey to hell, because the stench of sick was strong for at least half of the journey, the nauseating smell did not do wonders for his health either, the smell itself just increased the amount of times he threw up.
Thankfully, just before arriving at the destination, Alex was given special leave to spend a good while cleaning up in the shower and just managed to wash the stench out of his tired body.
To others his skin looked pasty and he had dark rings around his eyes, it was clear to all who looked at him that this journey had taken it's toll, but this hardship would only be the first of many, Alex hoped he could weather it.

The pain didn't end there though, upon their arrival to land; the only time Alex had ever thanked God, it was put into perspective just how many "sardines" had been packed into this can, the amount of people was staggering, at least to him.
The journey off was hardly uneventful, it seemed as if one of his soon to be classmates was a bit too eager to start "the school of death" and pushed a pistol into someones face threatening to pull the trigger.

"Oh Alex... Just what have you agreed to... - it seemed this would probably be the norm here, Alex just hoped there would be some more... mild mannered people he could possibly try and get along with.

Alexander tried to keep himself calm when he made his way onto land with the rest of the students, there was a large amount of them - they all appeared to be cold, it was the middle of the night after all on the coast, and by the looks of things few of them had dressed appropriately for this type of cold - it didn't bother Alex though, cold nights were the norm back home.
Alex found the his eyes land on the girl from earlier, the one who thrust a firearm into someones face and could see now why she did it.
Her skirt; if you could call it that, barely hid her undergarments, well it actually didn't for a while until another girl pulled her skirt down a bit to cover her modesty.
The sight put a bit of colour back in his cheeks but it did little to put life back into his pasty skin.

Alexander looked away in-case he was found staring at her; he didn't fancy being shot within the first hour of his arrival, Alex just looked around in silence, spectating the others around him, trying to spot the ones who may be trouble, and perhaps the ones who would actually be nice to get to know - it was a strange new world for Alex, and by god he would need a helping hand to guide him through it.a

[Assistant]
There were quite a few students present on the dock, from all corners of the world, all gathered on the deck in a shivering mess. As Luke scanned through the crowd of people, looking for somebody to approach, he spotted a girl in front of him with blonde hair, a mean-looking pistol, and a skirt that left little to the imagination. With a sudden flush overcoming his face as another girl went to help with the blonde's predicament, Luke took a few steps back. That was certainly not a high point for him.

As he moved about, his eyes flitting through the assembled people while his brain tried to make sense of the situation, a female voice spoke out, and appeared to be direct at him. "Hey, uh...any idea what we're waiting for here?"

Luke turned to face her. She was a bit shorter than him, but not abnormally so, with black hair and features that made Luke think she was some sort of Oriental. She seemed sweet and looked to be a nice person. The blonde Scion gave a wide grin along with a shrug, thinking about his response. He had no problem with the conversation itself, but more with the English that he was about to speak. Luke had come a long way with the second language, but he was yet to achieve mastery of the English tongue. After a brief pause, he spoke with great happiness in his tone and a smile on his face. "To be honest, I have no clue what's going on," he started, his voice lilting with a slight Scandinavian accent over what was quite concise English overall- recognizably foreign, perhaps, but well-versed enough to be convincing. "I think they're waiting for everybody to get off the boats, and then they're going to give some sort of introduction?" He laughed. "At this rate, I'm going to be bored to death before the classes even start. First the boat trip, and now this."

Comforted by what seemed to be a friendly face, Luke extended his hand out to the girl. "My name's Luke Svenson. Scion from Denmark. Nice to meetcha," he ended with a flashy grin stretched across his face. "What's your name?"

Speaks to: Mei Takahashi @Reshy134
Mentions: Alexandria Vesparantus @Hammerman

[User]
The journey for the most part was uneventful.
As Drakus feared, the boat was filled with mostly lowly riff-raff, for that reason Drakus secluded himself in self isolation for most of the trip.

On his short scouting trip, he wore an expression of disdain, not afraid to display his feelings of those around him. That was until a French girl caught his eye, silently observing the crowds much like himself. Standing out amongst the rest of the rabble she shone like a Dimond in the rough, her stature and style recognisable. For the briefest moment their eyes met, and then the moment passed, she continued to scout the crowd and he returned to his room.

Back inside his small confined cabin, Drakus smothered any semblance of emotional recognition or acceptance with a brutal exercise regime. Eyes open or closed he couldn't escape the nightmares slowly creeping into his vision. The room grew dark as shadows and memories danced over him. Shutting himself off to the world he separated his mind from his body and carried on.

Eventually he was broken from his physical trance when the boat shuddered. A silent curse escaped his lips as he began readying himself, once again becoming presentable. Although exiting his cabin much later than the others, he quickly and ruthlessly pushed his way through the crowd. Condescending sneers and snide remarks thrown at anyone who showed displeasure or opposed his path.

The island and oriental buildings were unlike anything Drakus had seen before, this aside he still gave very little attention to his surroundings. Here on this strange island, surround by many youths of varied talent and power, (probably in possession of more knowledge of the situation than himself, not that he'd admit it.) he saw an old familiar movement in the shifting shadows of his peers. It crept slowly across the ground and Drakus, as subtly as he could, steadily chased it.

This chase lead him to a small converging group. A blonde haired guy was talking to a girl about what was happening to his left, in front of him, above the shadow he was chasing, two girls engaged in a different conversation. It was as he overheard their words he realised where it appeared his eyes were fixed. They fell upon a short skirt flapping up in the wind. Quickly averting his gaze and looking up he noticed some familiar judgemental eyes upon him.

Capybara


[System]
Age: 35

Gender: Female

People: Human

Appearance:

Celeste is a woman of normal built. She has fair skin, shoulder length brown hair and brown eyes. Her face is of the honest, likable kind that makes you trust her even before you have spoken with her. Her body is untouched by scars or marks, almost pristine to look at. She is usually dressed in simple, durable clothes and almost always wears an arming jacket. It is uncommon to see her without a sword strapped to her belt. When travelling or preparing for battle she usually wears leather armor reinforced with steel plates.

Traits:
Celeste is skilled with most one-handed weapons, especially with swords. She can hold her own in a fight against several opponents. Her formost strength is however her fearlessness and complete devotion. She will stop at nothing when her mind is set on completing a task. In addition, Celeste has an almost eerie sixth sense. She is good at reading other people, knowing what they will do or say before they do. She has never been ambushed or surprised by an opponent.

Her one fault is her good nature. Celeste wants to see the good inside everybody and can be naive at times. She assumes people are truthful and tries to be merciful whenever she can. It is never the easy way with Celeste. She will always do the "right thing", even when it seems hopeless or even impossible.

As a person, Celeste is terribly likable. She is kind, honest, and genuinely interested in other people. She listens to people and remember the little things that are important to them. Facing a choice, Celeste will always see to the happiness of others before her own. Tempering this is her sense of justice and her belief in the greater good. Celeste is a warrior and is adamant about protecting the weak from the strong.

Background:
As a baby, Celeste was given away to a monastery. Her parents were too poor to take care of her, and the monks and nuns were known to take in such children and give them a good life. Because of this she never knew of family life and was never spoiled or treated badly. The monks and nuns of the monastery instilled in her the sense of justice and righteousness that she still lives by today. As she was a strong and active child, she was chosen to become part of the militant branch of the monastic order. Her training was harsh and punishing, but she endured and emerged as a tough holy warrior.

Having completed her training she spent several years in the service of the order, keeping the peace and dispensing justice in the lands surrounding the monastery. It was around that time that the infamous Necromancer came to power and started terrorizing the world with his dark forces. A band of travelling adventurers came to the monastery one day, looking for respite and aid. Celeste spent some time with them and found their cause to be righteous. She spoke to the heads of her order and was permitted to join the adventurers in their quest.

The struggle against the powerful Necromancer was harsh, and Celeste had to watch as her newfound friends perished one by one to the horrors they faced. It was extremely taxing on her, having to fight against sorrow and doubt as well ass the murderous minions of the vile sorcerer. The final battle was pure madness. The lowest moment for Celeste came when one of her friends was turned against her by dark magic, forcing her to slay him in self defence. The Necromancer was in the end undone by their concerted effort, but the victory didn't come without a sense of loss. It was tragic to Celeste that an individual as resourceful and powerful as the Necromancer would choose to kill and destroy instead of using his incredible strength for the good of others. She could not understand it, and wept also for all the unnecessary violence and death that had been required to right this wrong.

She returned to the monastery and spent the following years in silence and prayer, before answering the call and venturing to the old mountain cabin for the reunion.

Items:
Her sword, forged by the master smith of the monastery.

[User]
Cewri sighed and nodded at Martox's suggestion. "You're right." He reached over and scooped himself more drink for the toast. He clanked his oversized tankard against the others', "To their memory. May the world remember that which shall never fade from our minds and hearts." He downed half the tankard in one pull, and brought it down on to the table. He saw Oryx squirming. He must be thinking about the triplets. Only thing I've seen that made him that uncomfortable—not even the Rawheads got to him that bad.

 So he decided to change the subject to something, which while still concerning, was not as disturbing. "Say, when do you guys think Celeste is going to show up?" Cewri said, "Can't be a fight holding her up. It would take so many foes to keep her tied down that we'd hear it." If anything, he bet that she stuck herself trouncing ne'er-do-wells on the way.

[Assistant]
As if on cue, the sound of approaching footsteps reached the party at the cabin. Or rather, staggering footsteps. A lone figure dislosged itself from the shade beneath some pines and came hobbling towards the cabin. The occational clink and clank of steel revealed that the person was armored, and the pale light of the moon reflected off of a sword being dragged in the dirt behind the figure. As it came closer, signs of struggle or battle became apparent; the sword was stained with a splatter of dark red, and blood was dripping from the tangled mess that was the figures head. It stopped a good few feet away from the party, slowly swaying this way and that, before finally raising its gaze. There was no mistake, it was Celeste. And by the looks of it, she had recently been fighting. Hard. Her left hand hung limp and useless at her side. The only part of her with any kind of vigour left was her right hand, clenched so tight around the hilt of her sword that her knuckles were white.

As one of the heroes tried to move against her, she hissed audibly and added, whispered through gritted teeth, S-stay away! I... I don't... I can't...

A violent spasm went through her body and she shrieked with pain. Her head snapped forcefully backwards, and then to the side. From there her gaze was once again turned against the heroes, giving them a sideways glance. There was something off-putting about that glance. She was also smiling cruelly, as if she knew a secret the people in front of her didn't and she was mocking them for it. She spoke once more, this time with a calm, steady voice.

Ok boys. Let's see what this bitch goes for.

Without any warning Celeste lunged forward, no more staggering but seemingly in perfect health, and swung her sword at the one closest to her!

[User]
"WOAH! Woah watch it!," Oryx shouted as he lunged to his side, dodging Celeste's blade and watched as it sliced through his armchair. The piece of furniture slip in half, plopping onto the ground with heavy thuds. This seemed impossible! Celeste would never betray them like this. What did she mean? That couldn't of been her speaking that last moment before she attacked.

The Vanguard rolled from another quick swing and grabbed his shield as he scrambled to the front door, holding it up against a third heavy strike. Celeste's blade clanked against the blessed wood, leaving nothing but a small notch.

Oryx back stepped against the wall, holding his place so that he could best defend against more strikes. His blade would be useless here, for he wanted nothing to do with another dead ally. Not on this day! Oryx let himself be used as Celeste's punching bag, or her puppeteer's if he had the right idea. Dispite the blessed powers of his shield, every swing cracked and splinted his very hands and fingers. Too much punishment like this, and he wouldn't be able to hold a young kitten, much less a shield.

"Something is afoot here," Oryx announced and he blocked another vicious attack. "Obviously. Watch yourselves friends for this is not our Celeste, and whomever this be is out for our hides. If one of you could hold her down, I think I can help!"

[Assistant]
Martox set his cup down on a ledge, himself facing away from the door, as he heard footsteps start to enter the cabin. Without turning Martox exclaimed, "Ah! Finally the last of us join in!" He turned to see Celeste, but she was obviously not herself. Martox's expression quickly went from one of a jester to one of a soldier, stoic with a mix worry. He watched her closely as she spoke at first, seeming to almost struggle to do so. As she swung her sword down, splitting the chair in two and almost taking Oryx with it, Martox finally moved. He ran towards his bag that was sitting next to the barrels of ale and pulled Ignes et Ice out and again turned to Celeste, who was now bringing her sword down onto Oryx's shield. Not much more time before Oryx would be in a bad way, she was coming down hard on him. Martox tried to think of something quickly, he didn't wish to hurt Celeste, but time was of the essence and planning something wasn't a luxury they could afford right now.
 Martox brought his staff down with a hard thud to the ground, spreading ice towards Celeste's feet, hoping to make her slip if she moved. He quickly ran around while the ice made its way underneath her and tried to find a good shot to hit he sword with a fireball to knock it out of her hands. But she was moving too quickly, slashing down to fast for him to be able to line up the shot. He didn't want to miss and burn the cabin down, or, even worse, hit Oryx or another teammate. He decided he would have to wait to see what would happen, or until another opportunity arose to disarm her.

[User]
Desalith heard footsteps approaching the door. Celeste… finally. He quickly noticed something was wrong.

When she first swung at Oryx, his reflexes kicked in. He raised his staff and prepared to send a bolt that would do little more than stun her, but at least incapacitate her. Unfortunately, her next swing struck him right at the chest. Although not fatal, it was enough to knock Desalith backwards into a chair, resulting in an almost comical backflip that sprained his ankle and hit his head on the chest of food, stunning him.

[Assistant]
Cewri was surprised to hear someone walking up to the door as soon as he mentioned Celeste. Well, no more pondering that, I suppose. he thought. Cewri was surprised to see blood on Celeste's blade and head. By the gods, what happened to her!?, he thought. Cewri was surprised to see Celeste attack Oryx. He didn't know what to think.

 After half a second in stunned silence, Cewri stood up from his chair—a piece made of wood, nothing like the recliner Oryx had chosen—taking it In hand to use as a weapon. He briefly toyed with the idea of jumping over to fetch his sword, but discarded it in an instant. I want to subdue her, not kill her. He nearly growled at Oryx's prompt, Of course you can. But don't give that away. If her puppeteer doesn't know about her abilities, they might not have seen that coming either. Nevertheless, he wasn't going to be able to grapple her with her sword swinging around—Desalith's spectacle had proved that, so he chose the most natural course of action: take her sword arm out of commission. If the injuries to it were serious, Oryx could heal her after this was through. Lunging forward with the chair, he aimed from the side—he didn't want to hit her head. The chair was a clunky and difficult to control weapon, but he could manage that. Assuming the attack worked, he would let go of the chair and grapple Celeste so that Oryx could do his healing. Else, he'd stay in the fight with the chair—unwieldy or no, he'd rather be armed against Celeste than not.

[User] The chair hit home with a crash and the sickening snapping of broken bones, and launched Celeste into a nearby wall. She screamed as she tried to get up, like if it was hard and hurt really bad, but her body moved without hindrance. The half-giant pounced her, trying to grapple her, and an intense struggle ensued. Cewri had the advantage of his size and bulk, but Celeste bit, scratched, hit and kneed at him relentlessly seemingly without getting tired. Every move made her broken bones pop and crack, and Cewri could see the excruciating pain reflected on her face. The others naturally moved to help their friends, but were distracted. Several loud thumps were heard from the roof outside, and soon after - the crackle of fire! A stray arrow flitted through the window and struck the floor inside, the burning piece of oilcloth tied to it instantly setting the dry wooden floorboards on fire. Someone was shooting at them from outside!

[Assistant]
"You must be kidding me," Oryx complained as flaming arrows began to thud against the wooden cabin. "Fire. Why did it have to be fire!"

The Vanguard rushed over to Cewri and Celeste, healing his hands the best he could with what focus he could muster as he helped the big half-giant pin down the possessed woman. Oryx laid his hand over Celeste's face and began chanting, reciting whatever came to mind. The chanting wasn't every nessicary, but he felt like it got him in the zone faster.

Blue and white energy pulsed through his arm as Celeste still thrashed beneath them. The energy traded hosts, leaving Oryx's arm and entering Celeste through her mouth. This would hopefully free here from her puppeteer. Hopefully.

"We have two options," Oryx suggested. "We can stay here and put out the blaze and end the damned archer outside, or we can make like tree-folk and leaf!"

Just then another arrow pierced through another window and hit Oryx square on, shattering through his back and lodging in the emptiness of his rib cage. The Vanguard caught to the flame instantly. Luckily, he could not feel it.

"By the Seven! Damnit, I'll be right back."

Oryx ran to his canteen, entirely aflame as he left little blazes with every step. The old jug of water was just where he had left it, right next to his old sword. The Vanguard opened the container and poured it's contense all over him...to no effect.

"Oh," he muttered, " well that is odd."

[User]
Old tricks for old dogs! Celeste screamed in Oryx's face, But it won't do you any good here!

A strange symbol started glowing red hot on the side of her neck. Shrieking madly, the woman started convulsing and spewed blood all over Cewri and anyone else struggling to hold her down. Outside, faint shouts from shrill voices echoed over the plateau, sounding like goblin to the trained ear. Several more arrows struck the cabin roof, a few finding their way inside through the open window. Smoke had started filling the room making it hard to see and breathe. The situation was getting desperate.