[System]
Identity
Age: Unknown (Appears mid-40's)

Height: 5ft 10"

Weight: 78kg

Physical Description: Ariad seems human at a glance, with short black hair and a black beard, both sprinkled with grey. His eyes are red-rimmed and somewhat sunken, but otherwise normal and brown in colouration. His other features aren't in anyway strange or unusual, and his general appearance is one that most would consider unremarkable. However, none of this can usually be seen beneath his white face-mask. With a build edging between average and athletic, he fits in well in any human crowd.

Psychological Description: Ariad feels a bitter-sweet melancholy at all times, and strange things can cause him to be overcome with grief, shedding tears unusually, especially over the bodies of those he has harmed.

Tier: 3-4

Powers/Abilities/Skills: Ariad is only gifted with one major power, which unsurprisingly taps into the emotions of his opponent's. Unlike what one may expect, they are not driven to depression or even sadness necessarily, but rather they feel a heightening of whatever emotional responses are most common for them (or whatever emotions can be tripped by events which unfold). This ability has only ever proven completely ineffective against foes which literally have no biological capacity to feel, primarily robots. Humans with psychological conditions have actually proven to be effected, often more strongly, due to an influx of chemical responses they're wholly unused to forcing them to feel for often the first time.

However, even in circumstances where he is unable to gain a major advantage from the emotional unbalancing of an opponent, Ariad is still gifted with a number of combat related skills.

His strength is pushed beyond the peak of a human being, though far from immense he can lift about 800kg with effort, still allowing him to lift and throw the average human with just one hand.

His agility and speed are his biggest advantages, owing to his lithe build, he can run at 60mph and dodge the melee attacks of any human on the planet on reflex alone. Though he reacts at thrice the speed of any human, he is not fast enough to see and then dodge a bullet, but certainly an arrow or other slightly slower moving projectile.

His skill-set is one that allows him to carry out pretty close to any physical feet any human being can carry out, with the added benefits of his above human abilities. Expect any forms of acrobatics, and the ability to launch any melee attack he so chooses with his body in the most efficient and powerful way possible. This is not a complete knowledge of every human martial art, but the ability to perform movements he decides upon effectively, by using his superhuman attributes.

His durability has never been a strong point for Ariad, known to become badly wounded by even a few rounds of an ordinary pistol. He accommodates for this by trying not to get shot or hit by anything hard enough to outright kill him.

Ariad has been shown to heal incredibly quickly provided he can escape a fight without being killed outright. When fighting however his strange power has to concentrate on the unbalancing of other's emotions, so he has no ability to heal in battle.

Ariad is not known to eat or drink, though he can still be effected by chemicals their effectiveness is fairly limited. He does still seem to be dependent upon air to breath however.

Equipment

The Weeping Blade (The Weeper)

A seemingly ordinary steel gladius (short-sword) of average length and diameter. Seems painted with red specks along both edges from the point till half-way to the hilt.

It's physically incredibly difficult to break or dull, and can be repaired by Ariad in some fashion he is unwilling to disclose. Unlike an ordinary steel sword its edge is sharp enough to sheer through steel plate and flesh with only the force of an ordinary man behind it. Ariad can –easily- cut through a brick without damaging the blade, making it a formidable and deadly weapon even to armoured opponents. Other than its sharpness and durability it has no other combat-applicable powers.

The Weeper, or The Weeping Blade, has a long and terrible history. Legend says it was once an ordinary sword, before it was plunged into the breast of a noblewoman either by her own hand or by her most loyal servant, none are sure. Most agree that the blade was cursed by a wrathful god, whose play-thing escaped his torment with its strike, ensuring that it would bring sadness to so many as to satisfy his hunger. That has yet to be done.

Flintlock pistol, four extra shots worth of additional mats.

Ordinary clothing/apparel.

A white face mask, seemingly made in operatic style (think phantom of the opera) made to display sadness.

History: Ariad, or the Weeper as he is known, is presumed to belong to a long line of cursed souls forced to wield the ancient blade of sorrow. Shedding the lives of innocents where the bitterest sadness will follow. It is a terrible life, but one in which he is inexplicably bound, many know the reputation of the weeper, but most only see the white mask of pain.

[User]
With a flourish of characteristic drama, the Weeper ripped the cloak from his shoulders with his free left hand just in time to drape it before him. The motion was practiced and quick beyond belief, the surprisingly tough fabric forming a barrier for the knife that allowed him, not unlike a matador, to turn his body from the threat. If not for the strange acceleration of the object he would have likely relied upon the fabric alone, instead, his body turned anti-clockwise and the knife pierced fabric and clattered to the ground behind him, leaving him unscathed. The second would have been caught in the same act, but a quick glance had told him it was not on target, and he was eager to be on. So very eager.

"Halt your progress?" He asked, simultaneous to his cloak fluttering to the ground rather breezily. His masked face fixed her, watching her as his left hand was obscured by the cloak, his right pointed the sword towards her in a common act of stage-craft. Time passed in a bubble of sorts as the cloak fell and the Weeper moved, the speed of his actions beyond that of a human, but not beyond the super-human perception of the Allomancer. All the better, she would see what he was capable of. Then she would know to fear him all the more.

The velvet cloak draped to the ground, leaving the Weeper in his off-white ruffled shirt. More importantly however, it also revealed the click of the hammer dropping on his pistol, as he fired it from the hip. As luck would have it, the powder ignited first time, the sudden crack of the explosion startling, though the Weeper was unperturbed. He had shot the deadly metal ball across the front of his own body, showing remarkable courage considering the unreliability of such a weapon. The projectile flew true, hurtling through the air towards the Allomancer's right hip.

"I suppose I mean to do just that."

The weapon was back in its holster almost as quickly as it had appeared, and the Weeper was moving. Advancing on the girl, giving her small chance to recover from the sudden assault by projectile, his sword was hungry. Twenty feet stood between them, but for how long?

[Assistant]
Her eyes caught the flamboyant scene with a sense of awe. The movements were well practiced an with such grace she had to appreciate the display. The first of her daggers clattering not a foot or two behind him the second to his right side about three feet off target, putting up a few desperate sparks before rolling to a stop.

The fabric dropped to ground in a near slow monition style as audible click of metal was heard. She had only a moment to allow her eyes to dart down to his other hand a weapon! Her eyes went wide as a deafening -CRACK- tore into her eardrum like a company of drummers on either side of her head struck in unison. She tensed unintentionally as a streak of blue came speeding towards her!

Should couldn't dodge this attack, her head still splitting from the explosion of the shot. She did what any coin shot would. Faring the steel in her stomach the heat increased in her stomach, the metal burning at a frenzied rate and pushed forward at the projectile. Her full weight multiplied by the expended metal slowed it, but the weapon had stopping power and she wasn't focused.

Pain erupted from her side as she let out an audible cry. The metal ball lodging its self slight upward from its intend target, making its way through the leather armor with little effort. Balling her fists she extinguished the Tin and was rewarded with a slight drop in feeling. Her legs wobble adjusting to the new numbness as she heard his threat.

He wanted to kill her.

The masked maniac was moving closer. She had to respond, before he attacked again. She ended the tap on her steel, nearly gone from the burst. Resolve flooded her as the pain in her side pulsed, she reverted back to her training. Find the Pewter in her stomach she mustered a grim smirk as she lit it aflame.

Should he notice her stance altered, her natural balance altering to the pinnacle of her being. Her muscles screamed with unused power, begging to be used as the slight fatigue of her travel washed away like dirt amid a thunderous downpour. Little could he see the healing that started to take place. She was no Steel Inquisitor, but Pewter could turn mortal wounds non-fatal. Refusing to allow the fear digging at the back of her mind purchase she instead flung herself forward in an eight foot leap that she normally would have had not business being capable of, much less with a wound.

"I am a survivor.." she muttered, almost more to herself than the masked man in the air.

Landing in a moment's notice she withdrew her hand. Her right hand opened as she flared the remaining steel in her stomach. As result a fist full of sharpened coins launched out like improvised grape shot with intents of tearing into the man like a ship's main mast. With the steel now gone she now had only iron, tin, and pewter in her system. At the same time she focused on the weapon that had harmed her with laser focus. Reaching out to its "metal line" she pulled with a vengeance, not so much as to destroy it, but pull with all her weight and some to throw of his gaunt. He might find that dodging with an additional one hundred and sixty pound to be troublesome as the coins shot forward.

Keeping her left hand in its pouch she watched on.

[User]
It was time for the harvest. The Weeper did relish it so when the unfortunates came to him.

Twenty feet separated the two as the masked swordsman had finished shooting and made his approach. Twenty feet was a pittance of distance to the Weeper, his stride was not so great, but he moved with an unnatural speed that belied that of a predatory cat. His measure was not so impressive with a short-sword in hand, but he would be upon her as she landed, darting leftward on his left foot with his left arm covering his body and face. He naturally stooped as he sent the Weeping blade plunging forward hungrily for her flesh just as her feet touched the ground. An ideal time to strike, in truth, for her options for evasion were terribly limited by her own airborne manoeuvre. She could even be carried into the point of his sword by her own momentum, which struck for her right shoulder.

He had expected some other form of long range assault from the girl, she had shown an aptitude for it already. However in truth had he not been upon her his options would have been limited for dealing with the coins. Fortunately, his blade would serve in that regard. She could not easily commit to throwing those objects at him if she wished to avoid feeling the blade of misery cut a neat path through her shoulder. If the point of his blade did not serve as sufficient obstacle to the launching of the coins, he would taste pain himself. Perhaps enough to stop him onslaught for the time being.

[Assistant]
"Foolish, never let your foe catch you in the air!" Clubs words ringed in her head, as a quick memory of that terrible hunk of wood swatting her in the chest.

The maniac was fast. Perhaps not a Pewter-arm, but damned quick. She hadn't anticipated such quick movements with that blade in his hand. They were on a collision course and she had coins, where he had a rather long and sharp looking blade. Her steel couldn't push the blade away, not with the small amount she had left.

Touchdown.

He was upon her, the blade ready to take her in the shoulder. What sweet hell did that blade contain to be able to resist allomancy? Doing the only option with her limited supply of metals, she instead diverted one coin downward into the ground let the others remain on their course, sharpened sides ready to dig into whatever presented itself in their path. Once the coin hit the ground with a ping it was no longer her body weight pushing on the coin, now it the world pushing against her. She kept the burn going until the steel was used up, sending her upward at an angle as she pushed off with pewter powered legs.

The blade was too close she knew it would strike, but now maybe she wouldn't be run through. Instead a long slice among her side or leg might be the result. Hand darting back the withdrew yet another vial and gulped it down before letting the glass tube drop. He prepared for the pain to tear into her once more, hoping that the blade didn't have a paralytic effect should she drop to the ground form her steel jump like a stack of bricks.

[User]
Whatever magic the girl used was certainly coming in handy. The Weeper had committed to his thrust and his blade was likely to slash across her arm regardless of her efforts, testament to the last second nature of her escape. Better than being impaled, certainly. That same magic was apparently used to super-charge her projectiles, like the knife before, the steel pellets or whatever they were that she threw at him crashed into his left forearm and across his stomach. Luckily for him perhaps the objects seemed to lack mass, and at such proximity they had little time to accelerate, they weren't like being shot point-blank with a shotgun at any rate. Two of the coins cut neatly through the ruffles on his sleeve and stabbed into his forearm, two more cut across the front of his shirt and left bloody cuts that quickly spilled out onto his shirt, dampening it with crimson lines. From the Weeper, no sound emerged. If he was perturbed that his thrust had earned itself only token damage and he himself had been harmed, it did not show.

Instead, he turned with remarkable agility in the direction the girl had launched herself in. She had her back to him now as she sent herself skyward and began plummeting back to the ground, he would exploit that ruthlessly. Perhaps she would begin to fear, his aura saturated the area with its insidious purpose, heightening the strain of battle that pushed down on her. The Weeper had a life to claim and he would claim it. The sound of his running footsteps were the only indicator that the reaper himself pursued her, his blade had a taste for her blood already, but it was yet to be satisfied.


[System]
Age: 17
Gender: M

Appearance:
Normal: Rou wears a large black Kamen Rider baseball cap that shades his green eyes and makes his black shaggy hair fan out to shoulder length. He often forgets to shave. He wears a short sleeved button up shirt that is usually left open to show whatever Toku/Anime shirt he has chosen to wear for the day. His light blue jeans are a little stained and torn, but still decent.

Ball Guy: Rou's alter ego is modeled after his Toku heroes. Ball Guy's outfit consists of a stark white spandex suit and a plastic helmet that sports a red hexagon and a green opaque visor. On top of the helmet is a small pair of mini turret "antennas".

Nationality: American

Backstory: All his life Rou has loved Tokusatsu heroes and giant robots, especially combiners. He began collecting Super Sentai robots, gunpla and merchandise when he was 8 and his collection is still growing. He can quote Riders, sing theme songs, and name any mobile suit. However, his biggest problem is that he can rarely discuss his hobbies due to his timidness. This was onset by his first gunpla battle at the local hobby shop. Rou built a simple GM to test the waters of the new game. He was stomped and ridiculed for his inexperience, and quickly left the shop and never returned. He longed for companions to help him. Better yet, a team. Despite his trepidation, he attempted to find friends at a different hobby shop. He laid low, but no one really stood out to him. Rou began to only fight matches in private, fearing what the audience would say about his skills.

Struggling to overcome his fear of confrontation and people, Rou discovered that he wasn't too timid if the opponent didn't know who he was. He began planning a cosplay suit to hide his identity, but could not seem to fathom what mobile suit to base it from. Rou surveyed his shelf. He wanted something simple. Zaku? Nah, cliche. BCUE? Too animalistic. His eyes finally rested on something he constantly over looked. The quaint little cannon fodder known as the Ball. It was perfect. Rou's skills were good enough that he could hold his own with such a puny gunpla, ad it fit his hero theme quite nicely. He finished his suit in a week and went to the shop. People stared, but no one knew who he actually was, and it made Rou feel so much more comfortable. "Ball Guy" was what they called him. He didn't win many matches, but he was well known and rather liked, even if he was just acting like a "gaudy super hero". Rou decided that a simple upgrade would not suffice. He needed something extra. Then it dawned on his. What about...extra balls? IF that was the case then he would need a Flash system, and that's something that an ordinary Ball wouldn't be able to handle. Rou brainstormed. Balls were what made him so renowned in his town, he couldn't just stop using one. He crafted for weeks and weeks until he found a solution. The transforming ball! he could still use the Flash system as a Gundam, but still look like a ball. Weeks later, his prototype was complete. In a private match he quickly lost ground, but once he transformed his Ball, his opponent dropped like a rock. Now he just needed to know how to use his backup Balls. Constantly controlling them would be tedious and require immense effort. As he wracked his brain, the Super Sentai show running in the back ground showed a scene of them calling their mecha together. It was miraculous, and it fit Rou's personality perfectly. He was going to make a Ball Sentai. He began winning his local matches, preferring to keep his Ball Squad's ability a secret. It was for only those eyes he thought deserving. Learning of his fame, he was invited to Neilsen Labs to participate, signing up under the guise "Ball Guy", to keep his identity a secret for just a little longer. The suit had become a crutch, but its ability to keep him calm in social situations was invaluable.

Other information: Rou changes into costume before every match, or constantly wears it if expecting challenges.

Main Gunpla: Round Sentai: Ball Squad!/DAI-BALL-OH!

Scale: 1/144

Based from: Balls

Equipment and Weapons: Fireworks hidden in the tubes of each Ball arm. (Gotta be flashy right?). When combined into a single unit, all attributes are increased due to combined power output and source.

Brigadier Ball (Red Stripe): The Ball Rou Controls and uses to command his squad. It is capable of transforming into a Gundam-esque mobile suit to combine with the rest of the balls to form DAI-BALL-OH!. Chest can fire an extremely powerful beam when connected to the other Balls as power sources.

Blade Ball (Blue Stripe): Right arm of DAI-BALL-OH!. Equipped with four beam beam sabers to be wielded. Unfoldable hand.

Blaster Ball (Green Stripe): Left arm of DAI-BALL-OH!. Equipped with twin beam rifles. A hand folds out from underneath when attached.

Bomb Ball (Yellow Stripe) Legs of DAI-BALL-OH!. Equipped with four tri missile pods, two on each side. Added support on bottom to be used as feet.

Booster Ball (Pink Stripe): Unfolds to become the backpack and cape for DAI-BALL-OH!, very fast but otherwise useless in combat.

Other Gunpla: More Ball modules to be developed.

[User] Rou looked over to the second bed in the room, hating himself for not seeing the obvious. Of course he wasn't going to have two beds. However this did somewhat hinder him. What if Alex was in the room while he had to change into Ball Guy? He'd have to get creative. He tapped the top of his suitcase containing all of his Kits and tools. Luckily, being creative was something he was good at. "Well, come one in roomie..." Rou softly said.

[Assistant] Alex walks in to set his backpack onto his side of the bed: "Thanks roomie. This is gonna be awesome." After setting his bag down he turns to Rou: "I'm Alex by the way. What's your name?"

[User]
Alexis didn't head straight for her room, first thing she did was find a spot with some recent reception and call her brother, and ended up talking to him for a like 10 minutes before heading back to her room to unpack.

When she got there she was a little surprised to find the door locked, she didn't remember locking it, but shrugged it off and used the key she'd been given earlier to unlock the door and get in, and much to her surprise found some one in the room, at the work station, working on what looked like a Guntank. "Um ... Hi?" She said as she looked the person over. "Wasn't aware I was going to have a room mate, cool wheel chair by the way." she said as she set about getting her stuff situated.

[Assistant] Upon entering the room, the girl freaked out, quickly shoving all of her gunpla parts into a box she carried them in and closed the lid. "Hehe... i... huh... thanks for the compliment..." she said, scratching the back of her head as she had a few peices left out, parts that rather didn't look like they were from a gun tank, but a gundam. "I helped design it myself... kinda fell in love with gundam after watching a gunpla battle and getting into the sport... so i kinda wanted something cool as well." she said to her.

[User] Alexis took her jacket off and tossed it on her bed, the 'Celestial Being' emblem on the right shoulder landing facing her new roommate, notable the emblem was modified to have the normal emblem seen in the show, but with 7 crossed swords behind it, 4 on the top, 3 on the bottom. "I kind eased into it my self" She said as she pulled a box out of her bag, a box that was revealed to be holding a Strike Freedom, which she set up on her night stand. "First the shows, then building Gunpla then battling."

[Assistant] She nodded, taking an interest into the designs as they looked like they were from the universe, making a mental note to look at them later. "Would you wanna spar later? after lunch maybe? By the way, my name is Dani, and that is a beautiful gunpla." she said putting her box on the work bench and rolling over to the night stand.

[User] "Alexis" She replied as Dani rolled over to the nightstand "Thanks, it's not my main though, and to be honest, I kinda don't like the Gundam it self, but a good friend gave it to me so I brought it along." Alexis said as she mulled over a spar "I might break it out for something if the damage level is set low, D or C, just to see how it handles, and sure, we can spar after lunch."

[Assistant] "Well, it's a pleasure to meet you Alexis." she said and once more looked over the other female's stuff. She noticed the alex kit on the bed and gave a giggle. "Finally picking up your name i see." she said and rolled back a bit, pressing a button and one of the side compartments opening up, revealing a slightly modified musha gundam. "i'll be using this." she said, holding it out and allowing Alexis to take it if she wanted to. "I've messed with the drive, making it a venus instead of mars one.

[User] Alexis snickered at Dani comment about the Gundam Alex "Yeah, whats really sad its really is the first time I've gotten that one" She started as she took the Musha from Dani to have a look. "Dozens of kits built and just now getting to the one with my name" Alexis finished looking it over and handed the Musha back to Dani. "Nice build gunpla though, though from the look of it I'll be bringing the Strike Freedom into battle sooner rather then later. The only other one I have ready to go is my main gunpla, and I've won official tournaments with that bad-boy." Alexis said as she pulled the boxed kits from the bag. There was the Alex, and a G-Self she'd picked up on a lark. "Could throw one of these together for it, but eh ... i got these for my collection, not battle."

[Assistant] "I've run the amateur lines with my guntank an gotten some great results. I usually just use my musha for testing things out and to mess around with. I wonder if a psyc..." she trailed off, looking at the gundam mushu and getting ideas in her head. "The venus drive in it boosts combat abilities if a female pilot uses it as opposed to a mars drive that boost combat abilities if a male drives it. I must say, it's some of my better work for a smaller scale." she said.

[User] "Rou" he answered as Alex flopped onto the bed. Rou didn't mean to be antisocial, but he really didn't know what else to say, so he shuffled around in his bag, making sure none of his Ball kits came to surface. He pulled out one of his "cover kit", a High Grade Brave Standard Type, and began to unpack it. Out came a few pots of paint and his tools. "So Alex...what kind of Gunpla do you like..."

[Assistant]
Alex's eyes spot the HG kit that Rou pulled out and slides right to it: "No way! Isn't that a HG model of GNX-903VS Brave Mobile Suit?! There was no way to get one of these back where I lived! One of the Earth Sphere Federation mobile suits from the Mobile Suit Gundam 00 movie! A GN Beam Rilfe, 30mm Machine Guns, GN Cannons and GN Beam Sabers! Even has a Trans-AM system installed in it!" He realizes he was kinda going into fan mode but snaps back: "Oh sorry. It's cool you have one of these things. It must look really great when it's finished. As for myself, I'm a big fan of Gundam type Mobile suits. I actually have one right here."

Alex heads back for his backpack and rustles around in it. He pulls out a suit and places on the work bench in the room. The suit had a Dark Green coloring to it and looked slightly damaged, probably due to not being put together with high quality. Alex describes his suit: "Here's one of my backup units, the RX-79T[G] "Terra Gundam Ground Type", based off the RX-79[G] Gundam Ground type from Mobile Suit Gundam 08th Mobile Suit team. Last time I used it, it was in this form, assault mode. Twin Chain guns on the side, Twin Long Range cannons on the back, A Beam Machine Gun, and even the RX-78NT-1's 90mm Forearm Gattling Cannons. Though for stealth, it would have a long rang beam sniper rifle and can blend in with its jungle surroundings."

This was probably too much to take in at first...

[User] Rou smiled at the boy's enthusiasm. His Terra Gundam looked worn, but built with care and love. "Looks great." He complimented. "Yeah, I'm a big fan of thin suits, stuff with less drag and more aerodynamic designs." Rou opened up a pot of bright orange paint. "I know that bright colors don't necessarily something faster but...it still looks a bit cooler." Rou turned and winked at Alex. "What use is a good suit if it doesn't stand out?"

[Assistant]
Alex nods: "You're right. A Gunpla that is more unique, weather it be in colors or design really does stand out better. Kinda like my other model i have..."

Before he could say anything else, the PA system plays a few notes to alert everyone that a message was coming before it announces: "Attention everyone, the mess hall is now open for Lunch."

Just hearing "lunch" made Alex hungry: "Looks like they're serving up lunch. Wanna go get a bite to eat?"

[User] Rou nodded to Alex as he suggested lunch. He set aside his Brave for later as he and Alex headed to the mess hall. Rou grabbed a simple soup and sat down at a table, waiting for Alex and eying the people around him. After lunch was when the sparring would open up right... Rou began to worry if anyone would challenge him.

[Assistant] It didn't take long for Alex to find out what to have. He comes to the same table Rou was at and sits down, he had a big bowl that was filled with Ramen in it. Ever since trying this stuff while in Japan he came to love it. Felt like eating a Japanese version of Spaghetti. Alex joyfully expressed his opinion: "This place is amazing! They have just about everything you can love! Even Ramen. Sometimes I wish i could live here forever." He takes a big slurp from his dish.

[User] Rou shortly exhaled from his nose as Alex hastily talked and ate his food. All around the hall were strong looking foes who were all itching to battle once lunch was over. Rou picked at his soup, swirling the broth in a tandem.


[System]
Age: 18
Voice: Ashley Burch (Aloy, Horizon: Zero Dawn)
Height: 176 cm
Weight: 74 kg

* Omni-tool - Miniature Computer that allows for communication, calculation, augmented reality navigation and small-scale hacking.
* Credits - small amounts in material form acquired through pickpocketing.
* An electronics toolkit containing various tools from small screwdrivers to tweezers.
Short Bio: Born and raised on Arcturus, one of the moons orbiting Formalhaut b, neither the neighborhood nor her family were particularly well off. And since no one would hire a little girl, Rachel took to thievery to give the household an income boost. Over the years, she's become proficient at sleight of hand, unarmed combat and getting from place to place without being noticed. But sometimes someone would notice, and so she learned to navigate urban environments quite well, often with officers at her heels. One day, she made a blunder, and one of the officers was faster. Upon her capture, the authorities took note of her agility and resistance to questioning. It wasn't long until her holding cell was visited by men in armor instead of policemen - the last time she saw her home.
Rachel was sent for "augmentation" and assigned to intelligence, namely a recon and deep strike team. Along with another group of children with similar predispositions, she was engineered and trained to enter and exit any compound, negotiate any terrain or obstacle and extract any necessary information from captives. Rachel was made to be a crossbreed of a black-ops operative and a master interrogator. And then the first field tests came. Though considered a success, the group's mind oriented capabilities were weaker than expected. For the time before the Ascendancy could decide what they would do with them, Rachel and the rest of the group were sent to active units. Fearing the possibility of being disposed of, Rachel picked up basic electronic engineering in an attempt to increase her value to the Ascendancy.
At Proxima, Rachel's team - her, several Ascendancy soldiers and a child soldier versed in Rau've tech - boarded a Rau've electronic warfare ship acting as a jammer with the intent to disable it, allowing the human fleet to target the aliens at full range with more than thermal detection. The operation turned sour, the boarding team was discovered and the two child soldiers were abandoned by the squad and captured. In captivity, the young woman awaited her inevitable execution. Against all expectations, she and those like her received good treatment, which helped her regain some humanity. However, she couldn't return to normal life, if "return" was even applicable. All she knew was thievery and war. But her newfound freedom pushed reason aside and fanned the flames of vengeance that lay dormant in the back of her mind, and seeing an opportunity for revenge, she took it, determined not to let go no matter what may lay ahead.

* Rapport (Mind): Rachel can give an order to a single person. To do this, she needs to perform a specific hand gesture and say the order out loud. Her target needs to hear her and understand the language. If the target loses consciousness or goes through intense pain (like gunshot wounds), the spell loses effect. The presence of others near her target makes it significantly harder and tricking a person when more than two other people are present has proven impossible at her current level as the other members of a group can interrupt the spell before it takes full effect.
* Illusion (Mind): Rachel can create an audiovisual illusion perceptible by a single individual. She has to concentrate on keeping the illusion and cannot do anything else that requires her mental faculties (she can create an illusion while running away from something, but not when solving an equation). The illusion can be virtually anything, but bigger or more detailed things require more focus and take a greater toll on her. Keeping the illusion for more than a few minutes also leads to headaches, nausea and general exhaustion. The illusion can only be seen by the affected individual and Rachel and cannot physically interact with the world. Rachel can only make a person see something that isn't there, she cannot change something that already exists.
* Extraction (Mind): By far the most advanced and tasking spell available to her, Extraction allows her to "view" the memories of others. The process requires physical contact and complete concentration, sending both Rachel and her victim into a trance-like state. Memory extraction time ranges from mere seconds to minutes, depending on the target's mentality and training to resist such practices, but the more the target fights it, the less pleasant it gets.
* Telekinesis (World): Rachel can manipulate objects at a distance by creating local homogenous gravity fields. While she cannot use this spell to fly, it allows her to jump higher, slow her fall or make small adjustments to direction mid air.
* Pyromanipulation (World): Allows Rachel to create and manipulate flame, from small sparkles to a decent-sized fireball. Temperature of the generated flame is around 1000°C. Casting this spell with gloves on is not recommended, as Rachel found out the hard way during training.
Exceptional Skills:
- Exceptional Awareness
Trivia:
* She is unable to use mind spells against the Kaisoken species and the Korta are naturally hard to get to due to their usually high intellect.

[User]
Narvia F. Hadley
Investigation of the Crash Site of the Circle

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Narvia was still shaken from what happened to the gunship. She, however, couldn't stop but she remembered something the Dragon told her, specifically in his cryptic matter. It was about gaining more combat experience or friendships, and she'll have to go out and find it. It caused her regain a bit of confidence and strengthen her nerves, but her face was highly annoyed how cryptic her handler can be. "How the heck did he knew there was going to be an operation on this planet…? For one, I should really ask him about it. The second thing, do I seriously want to get closer to that giant to find allies? The Dragon told me to never back down from anything in life. He said, nothing risked is nothing gained," Narvia thought to herself, with a bit a mix of emotions. She remembered the exact code, she was given by the Dragon, to join Moonstrike, it was a pretty simple code. He would always contact her, however.

She sighed and built up enough courage to walk towards the danger zone, in her heart this was the dumbest thing she could do. However, she noticed the Giant having a ring of fire directly over him, she was keeping very close eye on the said area. Her sidearm, however, was on safety since the trigger wasn't pulled. The ring of fire in question disappeared after some time passed as she was getting ever closer. She changed her attitude when she looked more closely at the field, she noticed an Ascendancy Tank, and two people in question that was facing the Giant in question. "What the fucking hell is going on here!? Can anyone tell me… I was specifically told to scout for the farmer rebels. And I literally came upon this crashed Ascendancy Prison Ship…," Narvia said a bit loudly but not yelled it on the top of her lungs like she wanted to do. She was a bit terrified at what the Giant did to the gunship. She wondered if the two people that the 'giant' was talking to specifically were apart of moonstrike. She had no real idea, if that was the case since she didn't overhear the Giant speak, but he is looking in their direction than hers. Until she outright said something near to them.

She moved her head away from the Giant and looked at the other two individuals in particular, a boy and a girl that looks exactly a year older than her, at least. And has the most confusing look on her face, not really knowing what's going on. She was a bit out of the loop, doesn't help that the Dragon likes being cryptic. She kept her weapon pointed down not to cause any trouble for her, since the safety is on. She did notice the direction of the Giant's hands, they were in a surrender type position. Her hands were shaking while holding her sidearm in question, she was still shaken in what the giant did to the gunship. "I hope I can get my answer soonish… Because I have no real idea," Narvia thought, while holding her ground but moved one of her feet behind her. There's many thoughts going through her head at once.

[Assistant]
Stella was slightly relieved that the killings became more creative as they continued. She thought that the work looked similar to what she did, but by now it looked closer to some kind of cultist murder-suicide party. Only missing a large assortment of poisoned drinks.

Though it was certainly a change from what she was used to, it was just another pile of bodies in the end. She had seen plenty of that already. The instant replays of the deaths was novel at first, but it had began to wear thin for her. She regulated her senses to tune things out as best she could without compromising her awareness.

She stopped at the sight of the robe. It was floating, with no points of contact with the ground at all. 'Ah. One of them didn't get to the "suicide" part of "murder-suicide."' Stella kept still, even when it turned with its red eye glowing. She had trained herself to not react to the sudden movements of people when she was invisible - a lesson she learned very early on in her life. Falling over in surprise or losing her footing would ruin everything.

She didn't have enough training to not react to a voice in her head. She instantly checked her hearing, but she knew before she even got the data that it was a voice that made no sound. Stella grit her teeth. It angered her. Nobody was allowed to touch her mind. It was all she had left now.

She gripped one of her knives. Under less distressing circumstances she may have waited for another party member to give an intention to fight, but this was over the line. There was no way this... thing at the end of a hallway of mutilated bodies was a friendly. She sheathed the blade of her knife in hardlight, and with a flick of her arm, she threw the knife towards the center of the robe. As it left her hand, the glimmering light of the knife lit up the corridoor briefly as it streaked towards the figure.

[User]
She should've just died at Proxima. Walking into that airlock would've taken two seconds and it would have spared her from dealing with this crap. First a tank, then a giant, now this barely legal merc, or whoever she was supposed to be? She let out an exasperated sigh. "Too many freaks, not enough circuses, who the bloody hell are you supposed to be?" she snapped at Narvia, only briefly glancing her way, sizing her up. Between her and the giant, Rachel thought it was clear who was the bigger threat. Had she known that Narvia possessed magical abilities, she wouldn't have decided so easily. Fortunately, she sounded utterly clueless, if not outright scared, though Rachel was not a massive fan of the drawn, albeit lowered sidearm.

But the current situation warranted the brainstorming of contingency plans if the unknowns got hostile. One or the other could probably be defeated with little trouble. Both, not so much. Another ugly variable was the way those two would interact. It would be just splendid if they were hostile to each other. The girl seemed easy - telekinetically snatch the sidearm and set her clothes on fire. They looked flammable enough, though she wouldn't know unless she got a close look at the fabric. Either way, hair burned well as a fallback option.

The giant would be a bit problematic. In theory, he should go down using the same method. But his hair was covered by his helmet and his demeanor, and the fact he so casually shared he had backup, either meant that he underestimated them, or he had a very good reason to be this confident. 'The sharpshooter...' she realized, remembering the single shot she heard at the start of this shitfest. That particular problem was twofold - first, was he on the Giant's team? Second, if he was a marksman, they could technically reach him. If he was a sniper, he was probably miles away, out of sight, but certainly not out of mind.

She turned back to the giant. "That gunship was already gone," she growled, "poor bastards just didn't know it yet. And your little show of force wasn't necessary, he was no longer a threat." she referred to the gruesome execution of the escaping soldier. Maybe this band of mercs had appearances to keep up, but if the Ascendancy reached this wreck and found a bloodbath, the easiest thing for them to do was to blame the public enemy number one - aliens, or even better, the 'xenos-loving Moonstrike rebels'. That would be some fuel for the Ascendancy propaganda machine.


[System]
Age: 17

Gender: Female

Personality:
Emily is a free spirit. She hasn't stayed in the same place for longer than 6 months since she was 8. She tends to talk loud, and uses hand gestures a lot. She's an extrovert, and hates not being seen most times. She has primarily used her power to get out of situations she wasn't safe or happy in (and a few times to get into places she shouldn't have been allowed in).

Appearance:
Of average height and build Emily discovered her power works better if she's wearing clothing similar to those around her. She started wearing louder clothes for when she doesn't want to accidentally slip into 'invisibility'. When she wears 'normal' clothes, she finds herself slipping a lot easier.

Biography:
When Emily was eight her father went to jail for killing her mother. After that Emily got tossed around foster care homes. She didn't fit into any of them. During this particularly chaotic time in Emily's life she discovered her power. If so desired, or really not at all desired, she could become invisible. Technically not truly invisible, just unnoticed. She could stand in a room full of people, and they would all but completely ignoring her.

She's done a few illegal things here and there, but luckily, save once, has never been caught on camera. The one time was easily explained away. She didn't even get fingerprinted, and the next day saw the cop who had arrested her. He didn't even look at her twice.

Even though Emily has tried to have a stable life with a job and the whole nine, she's never quite gotten it right. Her inability to stay focused enough to be continuously noticed means she nearly flunked out of school, she scrapped by enough for a diploma but not enough for college. And well relationships have never quite worked out because she doesn't get noticed well enough to even start one. Work, well that was almost out of the question, places don't hire you if you don't make an impression. There was always someone else who handled the interview better than she did, even if she did it perfectly.

A couple years ago, Emily was taught by a foster parent how to play the guitar. She found that when she played, people did notice and remember her. Though she's not good enough to show off too much about it, she does use it when she needs to, or wants to make something of an impression.

Power:
Presence Suppression: "Invisibility" She has the ability to blend in with the people around her. She goes unnoticed in a crowd. If someone is asked to describe her, after seeing her five minutes prior even, they can't. All but a camera, which she's careful to avoid when necessary, ignore her. She has to actively keep herself conscientious of being visible, though if she's just going through the day she is semi-visible. When she wants to go completely unnoticed it takes almost as effort to relax into it as it does to keep visible.

Well it doesn't hide her from the standard smell stuff either. And technically you can see her, but she's got a SEP field around her (in the weirdest and most obscure reference I could probably use).

Edit: actually that wouldn't quite be the weirdest or most obscure since the power is a reference to a power used in Exalted (which I can't remember the name of said power).
The thing is she's less noticeable the bigger the crowd. Holding Alistair's arm, probably makes her noticeable, but if she let go of him and just kind of stood next to him, she'd fade into the crowd. If that makes any sense. She's also extremely forgettable. Like if you spoke with her, you know you spoke with someone, you may even remember the whole conversation, but her face, if you saw it again, doesn't seem familiar.

Edit 2: And she has to try to make herself completely unnoticeable, like really relax into it, so if a situation is tense enough she would actually have a hard time calming herself down enough to be unnoticeable. The more stressed she is about it the more visible she is. Though calling it visible really isn't the correct term, because she is always visible. Someone with eidetic or photographic memory would remember her, but she'd seem as unimportant. That's most of what the power is marking her as "unimportant" or as the Hitchhiker's guide reference would allude, she's just someone else's problem.

Skills & Weaknesses:

Skills:
-Blending in
-Not getting caught while doing illegal activities
-Playing guitar

Weakness:
-Making friends and stable connections with people
-Making impressions
-Being remembered in general (save for the guitar thing)

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[User]
Sam failed to recall the events leading up to entering the mansion. He had a power nap on the helicopter, and was probably losing his mind sobering up in every other instance. Nonetheless, by the time he reached the mansion, Sam was wide awake. There were others there already, whom he greeted with a simple smile and nod, not wanting to engage any of them just yet. He wasn't too sure what they would have to do, and it would be much easier for Sam to engage if he had even the slightest idea of the purpose of this congregation.

Restlessly pacing across the main floor, Sam took it all in. Dope set-up. He opted not to take a drink, refusing to make a negative first impression on his benefactor. Around him, he saw a couple others around his age: some nervous, a few even angry. Sam was a bit nervous himself, but he was accustomed to embracing that feeling rather than struggle with it.

And this must be head suit...

Wesley's words were serious, but to Sam they felt pretentious. It was almost condescending how powerful he had made himself out to be, but he probably had the resources to back it up. Sam couldn't really complain: the guy managed to deliver his letter in front of a building he had no real plan of being inside, flew him first-class to Haiti, stuck him on a helicopter, and now offered housing in a mansion sitting on his own private island.

"This fucking guy," Sam uttered under his breath.

At the end of Wesley's speech, Sam began making his way up the stairs. He could hear Nathan start on the introduction, but Sam intended on making himself comfortable before overcoming the inevitable awkwardness of introducing himself as a superhero to a bunch of other kids that were also recently considered superheroes.

He sprinted down the hall and searched for a room facing east. He enjoyed the luxury of being woken up by the sun back in both D.C. and Richmond, and that familiarity couldn't hurt in a place as alien to him as this. Whilst unpacking, Sam felt himself quickly adjusting to the situation. He couldn't change circumstance, but he could at least accept this.

[Assistant]
Trying to calm him self down he waited out side but it wasn't helping at all. He could could hear people talking, whispering things like "Do they really have junkies just hanging out at the airport?" and "Jesus what's that guy on?" He could smell them, some of them were getting nervous by him as there were sideways glances. He growled "I could rip you all a part" he said under his breath as the more frustrated, annoyed and angry he was getting...it sounded like a better and better idea. He took a deep breath trying to calm down when he heard some one speak "Mr. Rhodes?" He heard as he turned quickly "What!" he snapped almost shouting before seeing a well dressed man. The the stoic man looked at him looking very stern, but he wasn't so good at hiding. His right hand had a the slightest tremble, and Alex could smell the fear. "I was supposed to wait for you, but it has been nearly forty minutes since you landed so I sought you out, before there is an incident" Alex looked at him "So I'm a walking Incident, is that it." Alex stepped closer before jerking forward "IS IT!" he shouted as the stoic man flinched taking a step back as he hand reached down for something on his hip. His shaking was more visible now "Sir,...Alex Please calm down" His voice wavered slightly as Alex grabbed his bag "Get me out of here before I hurt someone"

 After that little encounter they were in a helicopter. Sitting in the back of it he closed his eyes, he was alone sitting in the back of it. Taking a deep breath he could smell the salt water of the ocean, mixed with some grease and oil from the helicopter. All sound was drowned out by that "thump, thump" of the blades. It was relaxing, it reminded him of when he was young. He remembered being in a car seat. His dad was driving as the pacific ocean was just barley visible outside of the the window. Black sabbath was on the radio as small arms reaching out before eye lids got heavy and he was asleep.

 Soon he woke up. The helicopter had just touched down, his mind flashed to that memory, he remembered his dad telling them they did that, but didn't have any memories of it. But it was so clear in his mind like it just happened yesterday. Standing up he grabbed his bags getting down. He was calm now "Sorry, about the airport. Sometimes I just have trouble controlling my self. his voice was quite and somber now as the man looked at him "That is why you are hear."

 He was the last to arrive, apparently they took longer and flew around for a bit letting him calm down some. Because of this he walked into the room only moments before there benefactor came in. Alex stayed at the back though, setting his bags down and leaning back against the wall. Watching as soon as the man was done he walked away. Some people seem angered, others confused, But Alex..he was just relived. Away from civilization it was safer here, if he lost control in a city, he could kill people. Here though, that was more limited. Watching people were leaving walking away already as he stayed leaning against the wall watching. His over active mind starting to race.

 Watching them all he sniffed the air, he could smell salt water and some kind of wax, coming from the one cracking jokes. He must of been some kind of surfer or life guard. Assuming he spent a lot of time in and around the ocean.(Nathan) Another smelled like alcohol(Sam) as he shook his head, though he might of been on to something, though Alex wasn't sure how something like that would affect him. It might of made the flight easier. The girl who left(Lydia) she smelled of, Ozone? like right after a lightning strike. That was rather odd but she must of had some lightning power. Looking around there was a feint scent, he could barley detect it as he looked around the room. Narrowing his eyes he had to concentrate as he saw a red haired girl, sitting there(Emily). He didn't notice her before, His eyes were beyond 20/20 but it took a moment to bring her into focus. As soon as he looked away from her he seemed to have forgotten her, but that scent was there as it helped him remember her. He assumed that was some how her power. To be not noticed? He pushed off the wall and walked forward, He focused on her scent, getting a good impression of it, but he realized he was staring at her as he did this. Looking away quickly he still remembered her, he could still smell her. His memory had become near perfect after his powers developed. Though not photographic, sounds and scents they triggered strong memories for him, even things from when he was to young to be able to remember, like in the helicopter.

 "Like it or not, this is better then the alternative. Some of us are dangerous, and out in the world we wouldn't have time to properly learn to control our abilities, some of us might even kill people. Especially since we would be on the run." He looked at them, he was calm now, when he was calm his mind was able to collect, process and evaluate facts and keep his emotions in check. As long as he was able to keep his mind on he logic side of things it would be easier to keep control as he spoke of himself more then anyone else.

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Emily had never been on a helicopter before; it wasn't something foster kids got to do. She had enjoyed it. Her stomach had done little flips, like when she rode roller coasters. The small group had been quiet though, none of them comfortable enough to chat. Emily had kept close to Alistair, both because he was someone familiar, and because she was afraid she'd disappear into the walls.

Then W.V. appeared. As he spoke, Emily could tell she wasn't the only one uncomfortable, everyone shifted. She felt like someone was staring at her, a very unusual experience for her. Emily turned around looking to see who it was. He had looked away, just as she looked at him. He was tall, maybe 6 feet, with dark hair that could be called black. He had been staring at her, what sort of power did he have? Even Alistair had had trouble keeping her in his focus.

Mr. Vaughn stopped talking and walked off. One of the girls voiced her dislike of Mr. Vaughn, followed by Alistair voicing his disdain. Something Emily could not blame him for. Family was important; blood meant something, to most people. Emily wanted to sink into the couch and disappear, but Alistair stood up and walked away towards the stairs, and more people spoke. Emily wanted to make friends, but she worried about Alistair.

 "Like it or not, this is better than the alternative. Some of us are dangerous, and out in the world we wouldn't have time to properly learn to control our abilities, some of us might even kill people. Especially since we would be on the run."
It was the guy who had been staring at her. She wasn't dangerous and yet she was here just like the rest of them.

"Not all of us are dangerous." Emily said to him. "I'm not." She had no idea if anyone would notice her. Emily's voice was shaky, too nervous, maybe that would be enough to be noticed. "I'm also not going to be killing people." That was said with strength.


[System]
Name/Nicknames:

 Nyxvira Bloodbloom (Nyxie)

Race:

 Faerie

Age:

54

Appearance:

Nyxie is a big girl, with a large frame and a form that's soft to the touch. Her face is round, with chubby cheeks and the beginnings of a double-chin.Her red hair glimmers with a fiery hue, like crackling flames, and she has a notably pale skin pigment.

Nyxvira has the tell-tale eyes of a faerie, with huge golden irises, that shimmer in a manner that hints at her magical heritage.

Personality:

Nyxvira takes an abnormal approach to life, being somewhat of an emotionally repressed individual. Her dry wit and sadistic sense of humour often create social boundaries, and she has very few strong emotional relationships to speak of. She possesses a hyper and overactive mental state, but cares little for matters which don't interest her, and is poor at pretending otherwise.

She struggled with her self-image growing up, but the narcissistic, self-worshiping figure she has become bares little to no resemblance to the once immensely self-conscious little girl she was before. Her steely confidence and fiery charisma give the young Faerie an element of charm, which (when coupled with her quick wit) draws others to her. Her appetites for binge eating and sexual encounters are both self-destructive, but these are crippling grey areas to her, above and beyond her wiser judgment and the scrutiny she holds the rest of her actions up to.

Her rapid and uncontrolled mood swings hint at an element of instability, which are accompanied by long bouts of depressive emptiness. To keep herself from becoming too down, Nyxvira makes sure the she is constantly occupied, and (when all else fails her) she always has food to turn to.

The Faerie's fluctuating temper is legendary, and perhaps the most obvious display of her furious mood swings. Small changes to her day, or countless other minor inconveniences, can send Nyxvira into a chronic black mood, making her lash out at those around her.

Bio:

 Growing up in Surrey, England, Nyxvira's childhood was one of seclusion; nestled away within confines of her Ancestral Grove. As the most magically gifted of all her siblings, Nyxvira was set to become Matriarch of House Bloodbloom, should she play her cards right.

When the time came to integrate into human society, Nyxie took a bit too much of a fondness to mankind, becoming enthralled with their customs and cultures, to the point where she began to repulse her fellow Faeries.

When word got out that Nyxie had been performing twisted alchemical experiments on the children at her school, the House of Bloodbloom was all the more happy to be rid of her; banishing her and revoking her claim. Political tensions between humans and the Fae were at an all time high, so Nyxie managed to avoid being hung due to a "lack of sufficient evidence".

In the days gone by Nyxvira has spent some time trekking from place to place, until she eventually made her way to Santa Somabra. Who knows what the young Faerie might get up to in this city of sin?

Other: Faeries are universally feared and mistrusted for their wicked ways, but also held up as diety-like beings by some, more superstitious cultures, which is something Nyxvira uses to her utmost advantage.

[User]
Nyxvira wasn't sure what God's holy messengers looked like, but she was pretty certain they didn't have their cleavage on display, so she made a point of fishing out the most modest clothes she owned when getting her outfit ready. If she was going to convince Cardinale to break off his deal with the Tong, she needed to be in the right headspace, and that meant making sure every little detail was meticulously orchestrated to help her get into character.

The Faerie stood in front of her apartment's full-figure mirror, her fiery red curls bound up in a bun above her head, as she squeezed herself into a milk white swing skirt dress. She could feel it pressing tightly around her middle. She'd gained some weight. It was seven pounds at the most, but it was noticeable.

 I'll have to go shopping at some point. It's not like I can't afford it, anymore.

She placed a pair of golden torcs around her wrists, and added a crucifix necklace the Italians had given her for full-effect; mentally composing herself as she made the transition from aspiring slum queen to angelic valkyrie.

Nyxvira let all traces of her usual smug sneer slip away from her face, creating a mask of pious serenity. She made eye contact with the foreigner in the mirror, gazing into her sparkling irises.

"Count not my transgressions, but, rather, my tears of repentance. Remember not my iniquities, but, more especially, my sorrow for the offenses I have committed against you." She murmured, her voice soft and soothing, with just the faintest hint of her usual iciness.

 Now, let's go kick some serious arse.

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During the daytime the Santa Somabra docks were buzzing with life, but at night things were considerably more quiet. A few figures shuffled about beneath the dead black sky, but other than that the waterfront was almost silent. Huge Mechanical cranes loomed immobile above the still husks of empty boats, and stacks upon stacks of shipping containers dotted the edges of the docks.

Nyxie's destination was the USS Junia, a small cargo ship where Andreas Cardinale conducted his dock-based dealings. The Junia itself was a modest vessel, with a squat little hold that's white paint job was peeling away in flakey strips, and a chimney-like funnel at its centre. It sat at the end of the docks, hiding in plain sight as it bobbed gently back and forth, tucked away between two larger ships.

The Faerie made her way slowly down the docks, walking with long, confident strides.

"Miss Bloodbloom." A voice echoed out of the darkness.

She spun on her heel, and came face-to-face with a pale-skinned Chinese man, dressed in a silvery grey suit and a dark-rimmed fedora. He also happened to be pointing a Stocking Pepperbox six-shot pistol straight at her.

The man watched her with hawk-like precision, taking note as her petrified gaze fell upon the handgun.

"Oh, this?" the man nodded to his pistol with a sharp laugh "Don't think anything of it. Its for my protection, more than anything else. If I wanted you dead I'd have just shot you before you knew I was here."

"I'm guessing you want something from me?" Nyxie asked, as calmly as she could manage in the current circumstances, her heartbeat thundering in her ears.

"You've guessed correctly," the man replied "I've been following you for a few days now; ever since you helped the Italians off Tao Yin. You're not very good at covering your tracks, Miss Bloodbloom. Be thankful that it was me who picked up the trail you left behind."

"I'll be more careful, next time." She replied sourly.

"You're lucky there even is a next time," he shot back "You're supposed to be a professional. There are certain rules that professionals have to follow."

"If you're planning on lecturing me, I'd really rather you just shoot me."

"As much as I'd enjoy that, I was ordered to keep you alive; and I never disobey an order." He said plainly "The italians know you're coming, and it isn't Cardinale waiting for you on that boat. If you step aboard the Junia, Santoni men will put a bullet between your eyes."

"How'd they catch on?" Nyxvira asked, caution biting away at the edge of her voice.

"A tip off from Judas, not directly of course. A civil war between the Martovanni and Santoni families is exactly the opening he needs to push the Italians out of Santa Somabra, once and for all."

 That corpse-raping fuck.

"I see." Nyxie said "And what use am I to whoevers hired you?"

The man smiled, a sharp hook-like grin pulling on the corner of his lips.

"How much do you know about the Nyctari family?"

[Assistant]
Luff walked slowly through the dockside district. The air was still, devoid of the usual vibrancy of the day time. Everything around him seemed to sag with age. There was a pride nestled within the sturdiness of the buildings and of the shipyard as a whole, but it all seemed to breathe a sigh of relief when the usual tenants left for the day. Rust spotted most metal surfaces and the elements had beaten down everything else.

The perfect spot for an ambush, really.

There had been word on the streets of a faerie who'd gotten herself in deep with the Italians. Well, the Martovannis, anyway. Luff's powerplay in establishing Fix with the Martovanni family had some unintended side-effects. That bothered Luff. So here he was, on the docks at night, trying to clean up his mess. Or at least get some information to make the process easier.

As he made his way deeper into the shipyard and closer to the waterfront he felt a pang of discontent. Del wasn't with him this time. She had some other things to attend to and so Luff trudged through the docks alone. He'd really come to enjoy working with her. Though a novice at this, she had a real knack for it and her innate showmanship often left him with a faint smile.

But she wasn't here tonight and so he turned his thoughts back to the task at hand. When you're seven feet tall, stealth in the physical sense is quite difficult. In fact, Luff had almost given the practice up altogether. For Luff, stealth was in the planning, the scheming, the weaving of lies and identities into a web so confusing, no one assumed a simple ogre butcher could have any part in it. A lot of good that did him tonight, however. He walked with a purpose, cleavers hanging from his belt and a shotgun concealed under his cloak. He hoped he would not have to use them.

As he turned a corner and spotted the USS Junia at the end of the straightaway, he heard voices. As nimbly as he could, he threw himself into the closest alley and listened. One voice was female, the faerie in question undoubtedly. The other was cold, icy, but not without a sense of mirth. The man clearly felt in control of the situation. If he were to gauge the situation, he would not predict a favorable outcome for the faerie. The voices were difficult to hear and as the cadence of the conversation rose and fell he could make out a few select words. The last of which sent a shiver down his spine.

Nyctari

So those blood-suckers were in play now. That was good to know but not exactly reassuring. It was dangerous enough playing a game with the Hanged Men but immortal aristocrats with an affinity for the flesh trade were hardly Luff's choice of company.

Any wise ogre (a paradox if there ever was one) would tell you that there is a balance to be struck between the rising level of danger contained within a situation and one's benefit for staying in said situation. The moment the Nyctari family was mentioned, the scales crossed over from favoring benefit to favoring danger. Knowing this, Luff turned to leave. Or he would have if the cold barrel of a firearm didn't, at that very moment, press gently into the back of his skull.

"Don't move,"

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How do you knock out an Ogre? With very strong horse tranquilizer, apparently. Or whatever it was that was in the needle Nyxie's newest acquaintance shoved into Luff's leathery flesh. The great beast swayed...and fell, crashing to the ground with a booming thud, his eyes slammed shut.

"Quick thinking." Nyxvira said dryly, looking over the unconscious ogre with a fleeting glance.

"Prepare for every eventuality, Miss Bloodbloom," The man gave a slight shrug of his shoulders "or you'll likely find that the world is constantly catching you off guard."

"Thanks, Mum."

" Respectfully, Miss Bloodbloom,If your mother had raised you properly, this city wouldn't keep catching you with your pants down."

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The Ogre's body was loaded into a truck, along with the considerably more conscious Nyxvira, before the man and two unspeaking accomplices in dark suits drove them out to the murky hills around Santa Somabra's outskirts, with the scattered midnight winds hissing against the truck's windows as they sped down the haphazard roads to the Nyctari Estate.

Nyxvira and Luff parted ways at the entrance, when the Ogre was dumped in the garage, and Nyxie herself was taken to meet Elkanah Nyctari.

The Faerie was led through a vast cavern of a house, with huge blackwood pillars, and great spiraling staircases, until a pair of armed guards forced her into a dimly lit room, slamming the door shut behind her.

"Miss Bloodbloom," Elkanah called out from beneath a curtain of darkness, his features completely obscured by the thick veil that the night cast upon him "I'm glad to see that you're intact."

"Signore Nyctari." Nyxvira bowed her head, whilst a deep chill crept down her spine. She could feel her heart pounding like crazy in her ribcage, and with Elkanah's vampiric senses there was no doubt that he was just as aware of it as she was.

"You'll have to excuse my poor manners, but I'm going to do away with pleasantries, if it's all the same to you, Miss Bloodbloom." Elkanah's voice spoke from across the room.

"Of course." Nyxie said, in as respectful a tone as she could manage.

"There is a very specific piece of property that I wish to acquire; a brothel in the Red Light District that belongs to a man called "Contráth". He's refused any offer that my employees have made to him, and his establishment seems to be under the protection of the Hanged Men, who my nephew is intent on supporting."

"I see." The Faerie spoke in a mechanical tone.

"It is to my understanding that you've had dealings with my nephew in the past, and that he isn't particularly fond of you."

 That's putting it mildly.

"That's correct, signore."

"Good," Elkanah paused for a moment, letting his words hang on the air "Then you'll be perfect for the little bit of sabotage that I have planned."


[System]
Age:37

Occupation:
Illegal:
* Body treatment disposal.
* Torture service comes free of charge.
Legal:
* Previously: Bike mechanic
* Current: 'Junkyard technician'

Appearance:
* 188cm, tall strong and muscular build.
* Tattoos line his entire body.
* Hair is black with a red streak on the right.

Photo is slightly not safe for work due to male nipple exposure.

Personality:
* In three words - wild, cocky, doesn't give a shit.

History:
Mark first started in vandalism and looting stores, setting fire to the ones that pissed him off. Not belonging to any particular group back then, he quickly found himself in jail for property damage and theft. When he got out, he took to cagefighting where he met his current boss, apparently by accidentally squirting a large amount of his opponent's blood onto the Boss.

(History subject to change depending on which Mafia we decide on)

Skills:
* Body disposal
* Torture
* Theft
* Vandalism
* Beating shit out of people for fun

Gear:
* Favourite baseball bat
* Desert Eagle
* MP5
* Ducati
* Equipment used for torture, mutilation and disposal. Vivisection if he feels mean.

Other: Vigil.
* Mark likes boobs. But be warned, those who RP as a guy. If you make your guy too sexy and alluring, you'll start to find that Mark has the hots for you. He'll understand a solid 'no' of course. That being said, he currently has no romantic interest, unless the bike counts.
* When Mark gets drunk he starts talking to the wall! Please don't film him.
* Mark can't dance.
* Don't go near the junkyard dogs. He feeds them human meat. You're human meat. Those are cheap chains.

[User]
Alexei sighed, peering at his desk for a few moments, once Arina and Chris finished their report. After taking a moment to consider his plans, he straightened up, shifting his gaze from person to person in the room as he spoke to each of them in turn.

"Alright. Mark, I need you to start digging some new graves in that junkyard of yours, and make sure your hounds keep away from them. This Trident is beginning to leave a lot of bodies, and I want them buried properly, not eaten. But that comes later- For now I want you to come with me. Chris, you will drive the three of us to the lab- Mark is going to look for anything that might have belonged to the Trident. If there's one thing his dogs -are- good for, it's finding a scent, and I want the Trident to have nowhere to hide in my city before the end of this -week-. Arina, you will go to the hospital- Talk to Ivan if he's awake. See if you can find out anything new. When you've found out everything you can, put the poor man out of his misery. But do it quietly, he deserves a peaceful death, after what he's gone through."

He stepped out from behind his desk, idly scratching the stubble along his jaw.

"Liang, get to work on the internet. If there's anything to be found about the Trident, I want it found quickly. Have your people bury anything to do with last night's fire, as well. I don't want it affecting business, we must not let any weaknesses be seen by our enemies. The Italians have been at my heels for years, I won't give them an opportunity for take over. Work with Arina and Chris this evening- Increase sales out of smaller labs, take some heat off of our larger operations. Bring me a list of the labs you're focusing on- I want to see if the Trident will strike out at the hot points, or if he's smarter than I believe."

[Assistant]
Kuai nodded as Alexei told him what he expected of him. He was completely capable of what he has been tasked with. "'My people'? Nǐ shuō zhè jiù xiàng wǒ zìjǐ de gōngsī... (You say this like I own a company...)," he remarked quietly, and to himself. In reality, Kuai worked pretty much on his own for most things, though, sometimes he would collaborate with others, like what he had been just tasked with, for example- working with Arina and Chris. Kuai had nothing against working alongside the two. They did control the drug sales on the streets. However, this was over the Internet, and was the territory of U.N. Owen, one of his monikers.

Kuai, with that, stood, adjusting his turtleneck sweater and sports coat. He looked over to Arina, and then to Chris. He personally preferred Arina to Chris. Chris, to Kuai, is very arrogant, eccentric to put it kindly. Arina was playful, definitely a tease, but she was intelligent. More than her meathead brother, at least. Kuai made her laziness as opportunism, a valuable skill to have.

"You two, come to my cāozuò jīdì (base of operations) later in the day. Give me time to perform what Alexei has requested. We will then work on which laboratories we will operate out of for the sales," Kuai said.

[User]
Lucas smirked, taking the M4A3, inspecting the rifle, as he adjusted the stock, pulling it out a little, as he chuckled, taking aim.
"It's a fucking beauty. I'm not going to ask how you got this, but I'll assume you have good friends to get you this. It's a tool alright." The Vigilante said, as he adjusted the RDS, the MARS optic a nice sighting picture for quickly picking up targets. Slinging the weapon over his shoulder, he looked about, at the ammunition, and the other pieces of kit.
"You know, Austin, maybe you are smarter than I imagined. You figured it out well. Connected the dots. But keep that on the down low. You have no idea of how dangerous it makes you to supply me. I mean, you can walk away with your hands clean now, or stay and rough this shitstorm out. It isn't going to be easy. There are men in this fucker's organization who eat people, and can expose everything and anything about your life. You have a family, Austin. I'm telling you now. Don't do something you will regret later, even if the money talks and the bullshit suddenly walks." Lucas simply said, as he sighed.
"You're one of the most talented gunsmiths and fixers I know. You pull shit from thin air sometimes. In this climate, that works well. I need information on another target, something a little more varied. Walk with me." Lucas added, as he slung the weapon down, heading back to where the duffel was, and placing the weapon inside, along with at least half a dozen PMAG polymer magazines. This was military grade stuff- definitely hard to obtain by any other means. Zipping it up, he headed outside, out to the back.
"We need to drive somewhere." Lucas simply said, as he headed to his RS7, unlocking it with his keys, before slipping in.

Letting Austin get shotgun, he shut his own door, engine on. No music at the moment, but he thought about putting his MP3 on again, just to kill the time. The duffel on the backseat, he pulled out of the alley, keeping an eye about him.
"If you want in on this, then you're going to need to be ready to do a few things for me. Small pieces of work. But you're going to need to be more careful than the world. Right now, I think I have us a ploy on getting some cash. I call it accounting for the Mafiya. One of their drug dens went up last night, so indirectly, I struck at one of their key earners. But tell me, who sells Crystal Meth in New Realna these days, APART from the Mafiya?" Lucas said, as he let Austin give a response, before then giving his own statement.
"There are some, yes. One percenter biker gangs mainly, but they're mobile, mostly at least. No, there's pretty much just them. Indirectly, supply is down, demand is just the same. Drug Dealer 101. They can sell their shit for more profit. What I'm thinking, is we redistribute the wealth from their increased buisness accumen. In the short term, they can make a buck, but in the long term, their supply of Crystal will wean off. And other fill in drugs, or imports from the Motherland will mean that this little gold rush ends." Lucas said, driving through an orange light, aware he was indeed a amber gambler of sorts. The black RS7 was comfortable, but twitchy enough to turn a corner clean and at a high speed, with the V8 purring gently right now.

It was an almost twenty minute drive, out to the outskirts of the city, over a couple of bridges and near a more industrial set of facilities. Pulling up on the kerb, he switched the engine off, looking around, before peering back to Austin.
"This is the spot." Lucas said, as he pointed it out, aware the blacked out windows kept him covered for now, from a side on angle at least.
"Over there, is the old bottling factory. Now, I've been here over the last few days. I was going to pop yesterday, before a certain meth and skunk lab decided to combust. Now, it seems fairly busy. At least a dozen more guards, as you can see." Lucas simply said, pointing out the four-storeyed brick structure, which stood amongst a few of the other buildings, in this rough area. It was almost noon, but this place was still pretty gritty, and a darker side.
"Why the guards? I watched it because I got a tail from one of the men that was working at the meth lab. They cover well, but I assume that was the money man. So this isn't a store of all their cash, but the revenue is going to be good, definitely, if some of it is stored here. They probably have it here so that the authorities don't chase it down, and when they need to, they send it straight off to be laundered through various shops and services that the Mafiya has...well, stakes in." Lucas simply added, as he sat up in the car, looking around, for anyone else.
"Do you know what's so good about robbing criminals? They can't go to the police when their money is stolen. So they have enforcers go get it back for them. This would be a huge job. I estimate minimum, $1 million in hard cash. Partly to fund my work, partly to screw them out of their drug money, and partly because I want some of that cash back in the coffers of the good old police department and other public institutions. Corrupt, yes, but it's better than in the hands of a bunch of violent Russian criminals. Doing it alone is hard enough, so I've just waited till if something happens, I act on opportunity. I might as well try different now, Austin."

"So here's what I need. I'll need you to figure a way out for me to get a look inside. I was thinking a variety of methods would work. A drone, perhaps, or a mole. I can do the second well if I find me the right person and enough reason to believe he'll walk in and tell me everything I need to know when he comes out. I'll need a grappling hook, and two pairs of Night Vision Goggles. Hard to get, I know, but trust me- it's a wider part of the plan. A cut in the power, so a small explosive or at least tools for the pylon, followed by some more. If you're interested, I could use a second eye across the road. That warehouse is completely derelict, and from that second storey, you can set up a shot. If I remember correctly, you said you were a Force Recon Marksman. So you'll be fine. If help is what you want to do, then we do that." Lucas simply said, breathing, as he chuckled.
"Demanding, yes, unorthodox, definitely. But with that many guards, I need to tear through them. I'd need to find the cash, and get out, in three minutes. The M4A3 will do well, but if things go to shit, running is a better option in this one, no matter what. A bike will do for extraction, while you drive down the road innocently, stripped of anything incriminating whatsoever. I need you to be with me on this one, Austin. You'll have a cut too, but remember why we do this. I want to fuck these people over. They ruin the lives of enough people. When they know one of their money sites isn't safe, they'll start thinking about the nature of their operation." Lucas added, as he shook his head, somehow in disbelief himself almost.
"I need you to work your wires. It's up to you. But remember, I need to figure out what the inside looks like, without getting shot; from the money to guards, vantage points to areas of entry and weakness. I need a grappling hook, so a titanium cable and thrown quadruple-fishhook arrangement will be fine. I need a couple of charges, something better than the Semtex I can make, and apart from that, I need general intel on this site. It's big, but I think you might as well. It's on the back burner for now, so take your time. I give it about a few days, then we deal a blow to this place." He said repeating his last list, as he started the engine again.
"For now though, I reckon some smaller stuff is in order. How's your schedule looking for this evening?" He asked, as he turned the car around, skidding as he put the throttle on, the V8 surging as the car's 600BHP engine blew the RS7 very quickly out of that block.

[Assistant]
Mark listened to the meeting and although he didn't have anything to say, he still had his own thoughts about what had happened. "Yeah, I'll do that Alexei" replied Mark when the boss said there had to be a proper burial. "My dogs have been trained to keep away from area with certain markers. Our men will undisturbed". Those special markers were also a reason Mark wouldn't wake up to dog pee all over his motorbike.

When the meeting finished, Mark left the room and headed outside. Putting his fingers to his lips, Mark gave a low whistle and padded his lap twice. Muttons, his American Pit Bull Terrier, bounded out from the alleyway where he was previously told to stay. The names of his other dogs were Rump, Tbone and Sirloin, the list went on. But for today, it was Mutton's turn for a fun roadtrip. The others were just allowed to explore everywhere around the junkyard though they each had their preferred areas.

Muttons happily circled Mark twice before giving everyone else around him a little sniff (making sure not to get his nose on their nice garments). He recognised their scents as friendly ones from before and happily wagged his tail. Not only that, the dog knew that if Mark was around other people and he had a neutral or happy tone, then they were friends. If there was no patting of the lap, then they were enemies. Each dog had it's own whistle-tone, as well as an 'all dogs on deck' one. Secret to such an elaborate communication system? Guarding a junkyard meant that you had a lot of time, as dog or human.

"This is Muttons, the youngest of the pack" said Mark to those around him. "And don't worry, he's currently not shedding" he added, more for Chris than anyone.


[System]
Age: 18

Gender: male

Who did they support: Pirates

Appearance:

Objects that the character managed to obtain (Up to 5(Clothing doesn't count)):
Battleaxe, Compass, small chest with various mugs inside

Role: Civilian

Personality: Friendly and outgoing. He talks to everybody. Very low class social status so uncomfortable around rich/high ranking people.

Bio(Optional): Sundos grew up on the docks of the port. His mother worked in a tavern. He never knew who is father was. However, he was told that the compass he carries was once his father's. Sundos grew up around the tavern, doing odd jobs around the tavern and docks. Many of his chores involved loading and unloading cargo from the ships. He has become quite strong from his many jobs. He was worked as a guard and marine on some ships and around the docks. Before the attacks came, he secretly supported the pirates and hoped the king would be overthrown.

Hobbies: He would collect (steal) the drinking mugs of people he met and liked in the taverns. He would add them to his chest and keep them as keepsakes.

Other: He wants to work on the ship as a marine or guard. He wants to join the pirates and not just be a piece of luggage dragged around like the other civilians.

@AnimeraThank you, Captain.. or is it Princess? Either way, thanks!

[User]
... on the docks...@Animera
 Delaney trailed Anastasia off the ship, watching the chaos unfold. Most retreated into their homes or back to their ships if they had them, and a few had already disembarked. A great many confused and panicked people were on the docks as more shots were heard ringing out in the distance, which were drawing ever closer. He would have guessed that they were nearing the castle, but he couldn't be sure."Everyone! The attack is inland! To the boats!" He yelled, raising his sword in the air to command attention. Some stopped and did just that, others took no heed, but he hoped to have been heard by at least some of those who rushed yet inland.

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... the harbor...@Zazou31
 Pebble went to one of the wider roads on the edge of the slums,and saw a great many people scattering in all directions. He saw a brunette woman who seemed to have some directive or idea where she was going, unlike most of the crowd, so he tried to catch up with her. "What's going on??" He asked, trying to keep pace.

[Assistant]
~ The Harbor ~

As Emilia was trying to go back home she heard a little voice ask her: "What's going on??". A thin frame was looking at her questioningly, she could see the worry in his eyes. The little boy seemed no more than 12, but why was he wandering alone?
"I think we are being attacked" she replied "We need to-" she didn't finish her sentence as she heard a voice yelling: "Everyone! the attack is inland! To the boats!"
She didn't know what to do, should she go to the boat and leave her grandma alone? But was there any point in going back at her home, it was a long walk, and she may have gotten killed on the way. Plus she couldn't just leave this little boy alone. She prayed for God to keep her grandma alive and did what she thought was best to do:
"Let's go" she said with a smile to the little boy as she reached out her hand to him.

[User]
Nicholas was sitting in his house by the harbour. It was a fine and sunny day and he was enjoying some wine while reading the newspaper. But the day wasn't going to be fine for much longer as loud bang followed by hysterical screams broke the silence. "Why must these peasants cause such a ruckus?" He stepped out on the balcony to see what was going on. The city was in flames and the townspeople were in a panic. "Ah, bloody hell! Where's the bourbon?!" He exclaimed as he walked inside to pick up his weapons. A servant came running with a bottle of bourbon and a shot glass. "Here it is sir!" He said panting. "Not that bourbon, you buffoon! Or, well actually…." He filled the glass and emptied it in one swig, he then grabbed the bottle and rushed out to the harbour.

 There he was met by the sight of his ship sailing out to the horizon. Someone had hijacked it. He looked around frantically for another ship when he heard a scream from what seemed to be the only ship that hadn't left the port yet. He could probably take command of it and use it to evacuate as many civilians as possible. He boarded the ship and approached the man that shouted. "I am Admiral Nicholas Blackwell and I am taking command of your shi-wait… I know you."

[Assistant]
~Harbor~

Sundos had just recently woken up. It was late afternoon, but he was working the night shift as a guard at the warehouse owned by House Caid. He stepped out of the tavern, where he had a small apartment in the basement. He was anticipating a quiet, boring night in the warehouse.

**BOOM**  The cannon sounded close. That cannot be good, Sundos thought as he started running towards the warehouse. The non top cannon fire told Sundos that this was no mere raid. It was a much larger attack. He knew that he could not protect the warehouse, and he wasn't paid enough to defend it in case of invasion. So he ran back towards his home in the tavern.

By the time Sundos reached the tavern, it was empty. Not knowing what else to do, he grabbed his chest with his worldly treasures and ran out to the docks. If he saw the city watch or militia gathering he would have joined them. All he saw was chaos everywhere.

He finally heard a firm voice taking command, "Everyone! The attack is inland! To the boats!" He was drawn to the voice. There was a leader he could follow.

He saw the captain who has issued the call. He was about to approach to ask permission to board. However, a Nobleman reached the captain first. With a shrug, Sundos stepped around the two men and rushed up the gangplank like he was allowed to. There was chaos on the deck but it was a controlled chaos. The crew was preparing the ship to set sail. Sundos asked the first crew member he saw, "What can I do to help?"

[User]
... on the docks...@Hazy@Garth
 Delaney directed civilians into boats as best he could, and tried to make sure boats were full before they left so as not to leave too many stranded. He didn't care much who owned the boats, though some poor fishermen followed his example and invited families to escape with them on their boats. He'd just finished helping a family onto a prawn troller when a stern voice came from behind him; he spun around to met it, and saw the face of a near-forgotten rival. He grinned wickedly at him and hopped of the troller, untying the already loose moor securing the boat to the dock. "Sail out to sea until dawn and let the current carry you North; best of luck." He said to the you sailor on board. They saluted before the man took the helm and was off. Finally Delaney seemed to devote his attention to Nicholas, still smiling deviously. "Too busy saving your own scrawny neck to save your king, Sir Blackwell? I suppose I understand that; after all you did save your true love." Ulysses tapped the tip of his sword against the bottle of bourbon.
Not being terribly concerned with Blackwell, Delaney turned his attention to the man offering to help. "Go back to the homes on the waterfront; there's time and ships yet for us. Make sure no one is hiding inland, they'll surely die if they stay." As he was speaking he returned his sword to it's sheath.

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... the harbor...@Zazou31
 Pebble nodded nervously and took her hand, following her down to the waterfront. He recognized Ulysses and knew he had to be the one helping others escape, but he didn't know either of the men speaking to him. Pebble tugged Emilia's arm to get her attention; "That's Captain Delaney, he'll help us! Come on, I know which ship is his." He lead her to the Domina Artemis, a galleon moored a ways down the dock. "He'll let us on for sure, he knows me!"

[Assistant]
~ The harbor ~

Emilia nodded to the boy and followed him near a boat, judging by its appearance it was a pirate's boat, but at the moment, she couldn't have cared less. She saw three men talking and approached them. She waited for them to finish talking and as one of them man left, she adressed the one who the young boy was referring as Captain Delaney : "Captain, is there sill any room for us on board? " she asked, hoping that they could get on.

[User]
~ On deck, or rather in the sails of the pirate ship ~

@Zazou31

Luna was hanging in between the robes on a height of at least 30 meters above the deck of the ship that she called her home. Ribbon balanced on the big wooden beam that was the top of the great sail. ''Oh what a beautiful day~'' Luna sang as she was looking for parts to repair on the sail or make new knots in the robes. It was a beautiful day, the sun was shining, no clouds nearby, it was warm but not too hot to work. Luna looked down towards the harbor and smiled brightly. [b][color=7bcdc8]''Ribbon, We are so luck...''[/color[/b]] she said but stopped when she heard this big bang and soon saw a big cloud of black smoke rising from somewhere in town.

''Okay, Maybe less lucky today..'' she said. The small kitten walked over as Luna slowly climbed down and once he jumped on her shoulder and she felt his small yet sharp nails pierce in her skin she slid down and jumped on the deck. She looked around, no Captain. Until she heard his voice and she walked to the wooden plank that gave entrance to the ship. She saw the captain, a young girl, a boy she had seen before and a guy that she didn't know. Ribbon saw Pebble and jumped of Luna's shoulder, running down the plank and then walking towards Pebble. Once the little kitten had found his way trough the people, he started to rub his head and body against the legs of the boy.

Luna walked down to retrieve her cat and smiled towards the captain. ''The sails are repaired Sir... Not that that is very important now... Can by the way someone please tell me what happened in heavens name?'' she said.

[Assistant]
On the Docks

In reply to Delaney, Sundos said, "Aye, Aye Captain. Save a spot for me. I will be back soon." With that he ran towards the harbor.

"To the boats. To the boats. Flee to the sea!" Sundos ran to the houses along the harbor and kept running deeper into the town. making his call. He physically grabbed some people and turned them around and pushed them towards the harbor.

As he neared the center of town, he saw black smoke coming from the castle. The sounds of the cannon were much louder near the castle. The castle has fallen or was about to fall.

He saw two kids running towards the castle. "Hey! Hey! You two! Stop!" He ran over to the two of them and grabbed the girl by her arm. "Where are you going? It's not safe that way. You need to go towards the harbor."

[User]
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Tiffany, Alastair and Chantilly
Location: The town
Interacting With:@Garth

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Tiffany glanced at the man who grabbed her. She immediately shrugged his hand off her arm" No. We need to find our parents." she said with anger. Alastair, being the sensible one, headed towards the harbor without a word. His family could defend themselves. Chantilly promptly followed Alastair, but he glanced back at Tiffany and barked softly. Tiffany glared at her brother and with an exasperated sigh, she said "Fine, we will go to the harbor.". The princess then ran after her companions to the harbor

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Anastasia Serine
Location: The ship's deck/ the dock/Infirmary
Interacting With:No one

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Anastasia carried some of the injured people onto a ship. She simply couldn't let all of them die. She ignored their statuses or ages. After she carried around 20 people onto the ship, she placed them in the ship's infirmary. Then she sat down at her desk and began writing the condition of her 'patients'.

[Assistant] "Ulysses! I thought you'd never dare to show your sorry hide here again!" Nicholas felt like smashing his head in with the bottle. But that would be to ruin a perfectly good bottle of bourbon. Ulysses then mentioned the king. "Oh gods! The king!" Nicholas promptly turned around and started running towards the castle. But he stopped after just a few steps. "No, no… Mr. Reizo is most likely taking care of them and they will be here any minute." He sat down on the harbour and took a swig from his bottle.

[User]
Sundos watched the two kids run towards the harbor. Then he turned back towards the castle and started yelling again, "To the harbor! Get yourself to the harbor!"

Then he saw them. Two pirate invaders where trying to kick in the door to a stone house. Sundos readied his axe and ran at the two pirates. He took them by surprise and quickly killed them. Now, it is time to get back to the ship. He turned around and started running back the way he had come. He looked over his shoulder, ready to stop if he saw any more invaders.

He caught up to the princess and prince. He had no idea who they were, other than 'rich kids'. "Lass, Lad, come with me. There is a ship we can get on. And your dog too. But we must hurry. The pirates are not too far behind."  He ran behind Tiffany and Alastair, not allowing anybody to run towards the center of town. "To the harbor, it is safer there."

Young Alastair was too slow. "Lad, let me help you." He picked up Alastair and threw him over Sundos' shoulder to carry him to the harbor.