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Pack: Uutar

Gender: Male

Age: 3.5 weeks

Personality: An overly (and dangerously) adventurous pup who is commonly oblivious to danger. Rudder is commonly found either play-fighting with his siblings or 'hunting a beast of evil'. This usually ends up with him further away from the den then he should be, fighting an imaginary monster before returning home (if not found) covered in mud or thorns.

He could be described as; attentive, silly, overly imaginative, tough and annoying/entertaining (depends who you ask).

Appearance:

Other: While this is his character sheet of who he is, expect him to be basically the opposite (at least at first) because of the extremely traumatic event that he will be introduced to in his first post. He's going to have a bit of PTSD and probably a bit of depression to begin with. Change of plans with first post, less depressing.

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she howled once more before collapsing back to the ground her lungs filled with dust and smoke and her eyes red from the debris in the air. "damn" she said with spite
"this is not good.. stupid stupid im so stupid" she looked around tugging on her back leg again the rock moving a bit but the pain rushed threw it making her yelp out and whimper. she laid her paws out and just laid there whimpering tears rolling down her fur.. "there gone... all gone.."

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The beast of evil faced down the Alpha male of Uutar. The great wolf barked at the beast, "Turn back from whence you came, beast! I will not let you harm my pack or our territory."

The creature released a heavy, and mocking, laugh, "I've enslaved every pack before, what makes you think you can take me on?" The beast then brushed a paw against it's large buck-teeth as it's bushy tail twitched in the wind, "I, the Giant Evil Squirrel Overlord of Jumamar will not back down to anyone; especially not you, Rudder the Great! While you may have defeated the Grizzly of Ublar, I will not be as easy."

Rudder, the great wolf of the forest, growled at the beast, "Turn back now, or be defeated here." The beast released a roar before charging our hero. Rudder displayed his great speed by jumping to the side, dodging the Giant Evil Squirrel Overlord of Jumamar's attack. He then chomped on the Giant Evil Squirrel Overlord of Jumamar's tail, a sound of both pain and panic erupted from the beast's mouth. Rudder then shook his head from side to side, pulling the full weight of the beast left and right. And he shook... and he shook... and shook... and shook... and-

Rudder was brought back to reality; Why is the ground shaking? Dropping the stick from his mouth, Rudder glanced around at his surroundings in worry. He wasn't near the den, probably would get scolded by dad again for wandering off. However, his thoughts were on the more pressing matter of the earth shaking. Rudder also now noticed a loud rumbling coming from the direction of the mountain, What's going on?!

As if hearing his thoughts, the ground stopped shaking and the rumbling ceased. He waited a few moments before bolting for the den without second thoughts. What happened? Did the mountain move? Was the earth upset? These thoughts, as well as many others, passed through the little cub's mind as he ran home... Or what was home.

It took the sandy-colored wolf cub a few minutes to get within visual rang of the den, where he saw the damage. What... what happened? Boulders, stones, rocks and pebbles could be seen strewn all over the place, as if the mountain had vomited up parts of itself.

Movement near what was the den caused the little cub to freeze, Who is that? He took a sniff of the air. All he could smell was the familiar smell of pack-members, stone and... Blood? The little cub needed to get closer to find out what happened but without getting caught. He didn't want to get scolded for running off again.

As he quickly, and quietly, climbed up the scree to try to hear or see what's going on. He managed to get close enough to smell distinctly that Kaaili and Jal were nearby. Rudder noticed that they were on the move, down the scree. He stopped on a stone as they moved, hoping not to be noticed as they passed by. The stone he stood on however, didn't like the added weight of the wolf cub. It started to roll down the slope, crashing into other stones or boulders as it did. Rudder gave a quick yelp as he jumped off the stone that intended to take him down with it. The cub managed to keep his footing as he watched the stone tumble down to the bottom of the scree.

Rudder quickly looked back at Kaaili and Jal, realizing they probably heard that. He lowered his ears and tucked his tail between his legs, expecting a scolding from either of them for running off again.

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Jal had never been more glad to see a pup in his life. He had heard the little rocks tumbling, and for a horrible second he thought the mountain had awakened again. He had whipped his head round, ready to run, when he saw a little bundle of tan fur looking at Kaaili and himself sheepishly.
'Rudder!' He yelped, euphoric. Jalil bounded over to the cub, snuffling and licking him all over in happiness. 'Are you well? Are you hurt? Where were you? Where you in the den?' He prodded Rudder with his nose, not smelling any blood on him, rejoicing in the fact that not all of the Uutar clan were dead. He turned to Kaaili and said, 'Look, Kaaili! Come! Rudder is still alive!'

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Kaaili's ears pricked and she turned her head as fast as a snake's strike. A precious pup had survived! She rushed after Jal as fast as the unstable scree would allow without sliding again. Practically shaking with the relief that one of the litter wasn't dead, she gave Rudder a couple of reassuring licks, her tail giving a couple wags so strong that they made her posterior wiggle. There'd be no easy way to explain to him that his parents and siblings had been crushed, so she decided that it could wait, unless the pup asked.

"Come with us, Rudder. We're not angry at you, but we have to go down the mountain. You've never been below treeline, have you?"

[User] Sasha stayed to the ground her whimpering not stoping she didnt know what to do she was alone and confused about what had happen from what she knew she was all that was left of her pack.. but then a thought crossed her mind what about the other packs. what became of them... she knew the Rretili were sneaky but could they have survived and the Uutar well they were very un trusting but she still was concerned.. they all had pups and elders... maybe some of them survived .. she knew she was closer to the Uutar borders. she looked up toward the mountain top and let out one last loud howl the last one she had in her "Help Please!"

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DeadWood's ears flicked and she quickly turned her head in the direction of the Eirir. Faintly she could hear a desperate howl for help, so desperate it almost sounded broken. It wasn't as faint as the howl she heard earlier, so the only other option was that it was a howl from an Eirir wolf.

DeadWood growled at herself, thinking about what she should do next. "As far as I know my pack is gone, hunters could possibly still be out, but two is better than one I suppose..." She thought to herself, and then chuckled, "Well, if hunters DO find me, I better have someone else for them to pick." DeadWood said to herself and then quickly weaved her way out of the thorn bushes she had hidden in. Once she was safely out she quickly began to sprint across the burnt forest, towards the direction of the Eirir where the desperate howl came from. Ashes kicked up behind her as she ran as fast as she could. She needed to get there quickly, or else she could have quite possibly put herself back into immense danger. Within minutes DeadWood had bolted past the boarder of the burnt forest and darted into the Eirir territory.

DeadWood dodged and weaved around various trees of the territory. After a few minutes of running, she skidded to a halt once she came face-to-face with what used to be the Eirir den. Huffing a bit, DeadWood shouted, "Where are you?!" All she could see were rocks and dust. A few of the large rocks were spattered with blood, but since DeadWood was sinister to begin with, she didn't mind. DeadWood attempted to move a few, they only moved slightly. She growled in annoyance. "Where are you?!" She shouted again and loudly roar-barked a few times to try to alert anyone near-by.

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Rudder was a tad bit confused over Jalil and Kaaili's reactions, something didn't seem right. He didn't dwell on this set of thoughts for long with all of Jalil's questions ringing in his ears, "I'm fine..."

Kaaili's question caused the little cub to squirm a little, "Erm... No..." It was a half-lie, he had once chased a butterfly of evil down there but not beyond. Rudder tried to quickly think of a way out of more possible troubling questions when he heard a faint howl. "Who was that?"

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Sasha herd a growl and yiped out as she tried to move hearing the voice ask were she was her lungs still smoke filled she could barely speak "over here please on the side" she said trying to be as loud as she could.

She twisted her body and tried to grab a nearby rock with her paw and push it out for the other to see. it was a small rock but could be herd and that was enough.

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"Sasha" she spoke softly moveing her back leg a lil it hurt but felt fine otherwise.
"and i dont know i was alseep when i woke up... i busted out of the den but then the rocks they fell.." she looked to the other she was so tall and sleek looking.

"you said something about hunters.."

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Jalil heard the howl, as faint as it was. He turned to Rudder, aware that the pup wasn't to know about the disaster. Jal decided to just come out with it- the faster he told Rudder, (hopefully) the faster the news would heal.
'Up at the den...' He began, carefully. 'Up at the den, there was a great shower of rocks. Sometimes in the old times the mountains used to become angry, and when they were angry they would spit out their teeth at the world below.' The words flowed easier, as the old tales of his mother and grandmother seemed to come unbidden out of his mouth. 'One of these rocks landed on our den, and..it killed everyone inside. We are the only Uutar left..me, you, and our packmate Kaaili.'
'Now we must go behind the treeline, to hunt and, to find out who that howl belongs to.' He looked at Kaaili, hoping he had explained well enough.

[Assistant] Kaaili nodded in approval and closed her eyes to think, hoping that the explanation wouldn't frighten poor little Rudder too much. "We will find food," she agreed, "and we will find out about whoever howled, but we must be careful." She took a couple of pensive steps down the rocky slope and made an effort to keep her ears standing straight in a show of false confidence. "We can't let Rudder out of our sight, so that leaves only one to hunt...unless the howler is worthy of trust." Her hackles raised at the thought of facing a stranger, but she shook the dust out of her fur and continued to lead the way slowly, unsure of herself.

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Rudder stood there stumped, They're... dead? The familiar smell of his pack was evident in the air with a heavy mixture of blood. But... I... I should've been there. I could have saved them! The world around him turned silent, as if his ears turned off to it. He stared blankly at the ground as thoughts of regret crept into his mind. If only I was there. I could have helped. They wouldn't be dead!

The cub's eyes watched as a small rock, displaced from Kaaili's paw, rolled down the scree. Without any real thought, he continued to observe the small rock until it collided against a huge boulder, one that was probably three times his size. He remained transfixed on the boulder for a time, his thoughts turning from regret to realization. I could have... could have... All his dreams, all his imaginary adventures, faded into nothing but black and white images to the smell of blood surrounding him, so potent that he could smell the color of it.

He was kicked in the stomach by the cruel force that is reality; he was only a pup, nothing more. He wasn't a super strong wolf, he wasn't destined for greatness by some wise-owl's words; he was an ordinary pup. The words of his father crept into his mind, "Don't day-dream too much, you will get disappointed eventually." What hurt the most was that he will never, ever hear him say that again. He'll never get to play with his siblings, lay beside mother or show off his skills to his father. That pain sunk deep into him.

He took one final look up the scree at the mountain that he once called home. He had always imagined to leave it for an adventure... but not like this. The young cub then followed closely behind the others; his walk somber, his poster defeated and his spirit broken.


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"How long have I been asleep in my own mind. What atrocities have I commited in the name of a god I never believed in. No more. This stolen strength will aid the world, not sunder it!"

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Age:32

GenderMale

Race:Human

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Personality - Jeggred, his true name forgotten over years of subjegation, is a vindictive and often cruel man. His time worshipping an entity of darkness has torn apart the sanity of his mind under the weight of servitude.
A sanity he has only recently begun to recover.

At his core shines a golden radiance that was his true faith to the lords above. It speaks to him of tolerance and peace, at war with the black of his sins.

The inner conflict between his brainwashing and the faith of his forefathers has created twin personalities. Making him dangerous and often unpredictable.

History - Shadows. Suffering. Screams of the dead and dieing, their bodies mutilated and hung like tapestries from the blackened walls of the keep.
They speak of pain commited with his own hands. The memories of hiw cruelty linger even now, still so fresh and vivid. The markings upon their flesh is the unmistakable result of his own handiwork.

They were the sacrifices to darkness needed, required, for his tutelage.

When had they taken him aay from the world of his youth. When tapestries of heroes adorned the walls, weapons for good rested on the hips and in the hands of veterans to the righteous causes. Jeggred cannot answer these questions any longer.
Stolen from his home and robbed if his fath he had been beaten and broken at the hands of true evil. Influenced by his own pain to share it with others.

Years of prolonged cruelty ended in an instant. The man, old and frail, had taken once glance at Jeggred armed with his sinister tools and smiled. Spoke of forgiveness, not from his captors. To them.
His last breathe spoke of a strange gods name, a word beyond strength that tore into Jeggreds soul like a dagger.

His home. Their gods. His past.

Memories long burned from his mind rose again and brought confusion. Pain. A red haze the likes of which he had never known until pnly darkness remained.

The last memories Jeggred has is waking up upon the freezing mountaintops, in robes stolen from his 'siblings'. Stained with red and back blood.

A golden song echoes in his heart, wordlessly speaking of atonement. Atonement he can never hope to be forgiven for.

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Weapons
* lightsbane

Magic
* Wither - Jeggred tears the energy from the target, sundering their will. Enemies effected become sluggish and dazed.
* Rot - A single cut can turn fatal when the twisted magics curse them. Enemies suffer rapid flesh decay for a brief period of time based on pre-existing wounds.
* Shackle - Nether bindings made from the dark magic at Jeggreds command wrap around a target, preventing them from moving for a short period of time. Can be channeled for longer duration.
* Sunder - All things must end. The enemies cursed with this horrible incantation often erupt in terrible wounds across their naked flesh. The more mana put into this spell the greater the wound is inflicted.
* Consume - Siphons the lifeforce of an enemy to regenerate Health and Magic.
* Sacrifice - consumes the sundered energy of his victims to greatly empower his next spell.
* Stolen strength - Infuse the vitality of a sundered soul trapped in his blade to empower himself or an ally.
* Damned souls - Steals a fraction of a beings immortal soul, sealing it into his cursed sword. Can be expunged ot consumed at will.
The power of the spell depends on the soul, or the amount of souls.

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Theme Song:

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Rishi

Rishi couldn't remember most of the trip to this obelisk or why she really joined up with them, the Oni woman was smashed off the wine and sake she guzzled down, the whole trip to that tall pillar thing she was belching and burping up a mixture of the intoxicating alcoholic beverages, she didn't even pay attention to what was going on when they arrived up till the glowing and the pillar thing began humming and crap then silence, everything seemed to be going a mile a minute.

The Oni watched in her drunken daze as the obelisk started to come to life once again and thought that it would've been better if they just smashed the big rock into tinier rocks. But before that could happen, much, much, more began to happen before the Oni's eyes, she spotted a woman inside of the pillar as its rocks fell from it, then the human fell dead before them." Pathetic, they didn't even give us a chance to fight them, if that was gonna happen." The drunken said aloud.

It wasn't long before the Oni sobered up when a large rock landed on her head and broke into pieces, the massive rubble simply gave the Oni a splitting pain in her head and pissed her off, she wanted to destroy the cave they were in by clubbing the rocks, but then something else decided to step in, and it wanted to fight, it was some kind of decaying beast with a mouth full of sword-like teeth and parasites that emerged from its grotesque malformed mouth." Is now the time to be crushing and clubbing and causing chaos?" Rishi asked the strange woman from before.

She didn't wait for an answer as she pulled two of her clubs off her hip and began swinging at the tiny monsters, sure they weren't much of a problem for the Oni herself, she could easily stomp on the things with her feet, but if her clubs didn't get a work out she'd need to worry about taking them out when the monstrous humans arrived. One of them stood tall, looked human if they were combined with something else, like some kind of animal, you know the one with the big claws and teeth that stick out of its mouth?

Before Rishi could think about taking a crack at the one being that looked like it could put up an actual fight, the human woman Rishi spoke with earlier began setting all of them on fire and burning them with some kind of magic, and then the Oni herself remembered her own magic, but with all the wine she drunk earlier she knew she couldn't concentrate enough to put up the barrier, so she chose the next best thing she could do. Rishi sucked in some air through her teeth and let out her Oni roar, it sounded almost like something between a dragon's roar, a lion's roar, and something demonic, the sound of the roar let the flames carry more of the enemies and even pushed some of the fire into the maw of the monster that was bringing more of the monsters.

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Eleanor Jehenne

Then everything exploded.

At least, that's what seemed to happened. The Lance Corporal barely had time to register the dead, ancient entity, before a horde of possessed adventurers, a massive worm, a swarm of suckling giant mosquitos, and a rotting necormancer burst forth straight from Eleanor's childhood nightmares. Then, apparently, one of her teammates took it upon herself to immediately cover everything in flames, spouting nonsensical phrases. Then, the oni yelled really fucking loud.

So, the flames were obscuring her vision, and she couldn't hear a God-forsaken thing. She felt something large land on her head and with a clenched fist, she smacked away the horrific flying abberation. Unsheathing her sword, eyes wide and teeth clenched, Jehenne was desperate to get away from the oncoming army of evil incarnate. Luckily, muscle memory took over to prevent her from screaming like a little girl and jumping into the pit and hoping her neck broke before she became a zombie. Instead, she held her weapon in her right hand and interposed her shield of Jumme between herself and the nearest ex-adventurer. She'd never seen anything like it. One eye was still visible from beyond the caked layer of corrupted flesh that pulled the being's maw wide. A terrible groaning whisper escaped it's throat before it swung forth with a wicked fist.

It slammed against Eleanor's shield with a wet slap, which Eleanor quickly diverted away, sending the humanoid creature off balance. Eleanor sliced the being's offending arm clean off, and watched it spiral back into the pit out of the corner of her eye. She put the death-seeker out of it's misery with a follow-up stroke across the neck that seperated the head from the rest of it's decaying body. It went limp and fell ontop of one of it's compratriates and they both tumbled into darkness.

A flying creature turned from the swarm and bee-lined towards Eleanor. It was incinerated. Then, another one began it's descent towards her- lucky enough to avoid the flames. Timing the swing just right, the flying organism was bifurfacted by her sword as it sailed pass, lifeless.

"Form a circle!" She echoed the wayward knights command, and raising her shield, reversed away from the battle, calling for a retreat back to safety. She stood by Scholar Printh and Sir Dirron, joining the yet-to-be formation. Several hovering minions approached, but she cut them out of the air and kept them at bay as they harried her.

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Krogier was hesitant on allowing the Denmoth into the cave. Her protection, and that of the forest elf people were calling the sage, was his highest concern. Even above his own. The cave itself was desolate, barren beyond imagination. Even insects had the good wits to avoid this blasphemous cave. As they progressed further and further down it was becoming readily apparent just how.. wrong this place truly was.
There was nothing specific that had him on edge, just a prevalent feeling of suspicion.

As they walked the low corridors to the objective, a towering obelisk coated in words of magic, he idly ran his fingers along the walls numbly. Almost like the life of the stones themselves had somehow faded. For the second time today, it felt like home. Ancient forests withering into oblivion.

Would these stones still stand in a thousand years? A hundred?

Such musings were best left for another time. The group made their way to the obelisk and the scholars went about their business. The Druids of his homeland revered nature as the beginning and end of all things, a cycle of endless death and life. Inescapable. That was the extent of his personal knowledge in the art of philosophy and prophecy. To speak with the animals and defend the trees was the only path.
To his back, the Denmother issued a low growl and tensed.
Trusting her keen insticts, Belanor was quickly in hand.

"Belanor.." Whispering to the weapon, "Give me the strength you showed in life."

No sooner had the words been spoken than trouble found them. The obelisk flared to life. Its radiance impaling him to his very soul. A hiss of pain embraced was the only sign anything was amiss, but inside he felt it. A squirming sensation just under his skin.
There was no time to dwell on it as strange creatures shuffled out from the caverns, heralded by a worm of tremendous size. Its rotting body was grotesque to behold. Words of eldritch hate spewed from the man-shaped form in its maw, lost upon the Druid warriors ears.

Incapable of understanding what it wanted he resorted to what he knew.

Violence.

Under his armor a familiar heat was rising as the runic tattoos carved upon his flesh came to life. Feeding on his innate magic they gave strength to weary bones and bolstered resolve.

The red haired woman, and the red demon woman, sprang to action with devastating results. Great flames burned clear paths through the enemy fodder while the Oni displayed her own prowess.

In broken common he called out to his companion. "Wife, Sage, behind me. I will not allowing them to harm you!"

Having no appropriate word for spirit companion, the Denmother was often referred to as his wife. With a limited understanding of the language it was the most fitting word. If told otherwise the big man simply stated it felt appropriate.

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The room spun with runes and light that stung his eyes, tore into his flesh, seared his broken soul, left him hungering for the release of death so often longed for in the quiet moments of his travels. How easy it would be to lay down and never wake up. Purpose, divine or otherwise, demanded his stubborn return to the path. To see this done.
The rune on his chest ached but there was no time to reflect.

The worm had come. Decayed flesh hung to its frame in a twisted abomination of natural design, its speaker even more so. A twisted and repulsive display of control over the arts of magic.. so similar to his own.

The nightmares that rose from the ground were horrifying to behold, held together by the disgusting host burrowing in their bodies. Jeggred could feel their pain at a distance now and wondered how he could have missed these hideous creatures until well after stepping into their den.
The many tattered shrouds of cloth were thrown to the side. Jeggred was not a physical man like the other seekers, but his control over death was unmatched. Through his trials the secrets to rot were his at his mercy. Free to be inflicted on others. While the fire caster and the others cause their havoc, Jeggred set to work with his own. The creatures could not be controlled with necromancy as one would hope, likely the eldritch worm was a powerful caster holding their strings, but their bodies still lived. Breathed.

Felt pain.

The swelling green mist of his magic swirled over his fingertips and up to his elbow as he chanted the words of decay, a language of curses that sounded like mud slopping onto stone, and thrust his arms out at the encroaching hoard of insect creatures. Their wounds were already in a state of decay and now they were accelerated.
Whole limbs turned to stinking bone and a watery soup of flesh and organs flowing from their useless bodies. The more damage a body had the quicker their wounds would rot. With their wretched forms in such disrepair they fell easily en masse to his debilitation. Unable to move or scream in pain they would fade away to nothing.

Those closest to him issued airless screams of pain as the blade struck their failing bodies. Though their lifeforce was weak, it was still there. Every drop counted as he stole their very souls for his own ends.


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"asoiaf: Aerion Targaryen" by MathiaArkoniel licensed under CC BY-NC-ND 3.0

The current king of Dainia and father to the twin princes of the kingdom. He is highly admired and respected by the people of Dainia, and only few know of his intention to end the bloodline of the royal family of Lunar by finding the heir to the throne of the enemy state.

Queen Velda of Dainia

"Historically accurate Disney - Belle" by Niobesnuppa licensed under CC BY-NC-ND 3.0

The current queen of Dainia and mother to the twin princes of the kingdom. She is highly admired and respected by the people of Dainia, and it is unrevealed if she shares or is even aware of the king's intention regarding the heir to the throne of Lunar.

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Eliezer let her speak, glancing down at her hand when she tightened her grip on his. Her touch provided him with an explainable sense of security, though, it was different from the one that he realized he had gradually been letting go of since he had met her. He had always found security in certainty, and because of her, he had begun giving a clear future up to find himself and experience a love for someone else that he never had before. There was no undoing what had already been done, but from the current moment, he had to decide how to proceed. He had been unsure of what was right, perhaps he should be thinking of what he valued instead - his journey of self discovery and relationship with Raven, or an assured future for Dainia? He could not leave his people in the lurch, he would not, but Raven's joy over him listening to his heart made him want to continue as such to keep her happy, for that had its own reward.

"It makes no sense for us to sacrifice so much for something that could potentially hurt us so badly, and yet..." he trailed off, unable to explain his feelings because he could not understand them.

A couple of other issues were on his mind too, however, one being Raven's unexplainable hair growth. It was even more perplexing that she did not know how it had happened. That was in turn pushed to the back of his mind when she suddenly collapsed to the floor in pain, startling him. He knelt to her level, this time being the one to take her hand into his and gripping it firmly. Why was she hurting, and why without warning?

"My lady, what is wrong? What can I do?" He asked, although believing that she likely had no idea what was happening to her.

He held her head against his shoulder and started to stroke the back of her hair, meaning to offer some comfort. He attempted to appear calm in spite of experiencing panic on the inside. He was also frustrated that he did not know what to do to help her, and even more so that there was no one he could turn to because nobody except for a few knew that she was in the estate. He could only hope that Raven's companions were still around and keeping watch. He glanced around, finding it rather ridiculous that he did not know if who he was looking for was present and would answer when he called out, but he had no other choice.

"Shadow? Anyone?"

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Hildebrand shook his head. "It is one thing to be kept safe from being hurt by assassins, and another to have what Lady Nemes had done exposed to the public. I am concerned that the Red Robin would succeed in revealing His Highness's secret and the fact that she is keeping it for him."

When Amy again brought up that she knew about his regret, he only sighed and responded to it. "If you insist that we speak about it, then tell me how you knew that I regretted saying it, and that I was wondering how you knew."

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Raven breathed heavy still as she held onto Eliezer with one hand and clutched her chest it was like something painful and sharp was traveling through her bloodstream and nervous system causing all her pains. "Why.....why is this happening again?" She asked in a was telling him this has happened Bedford. "I had this happen before but not as bad as this." She got out in between her heavy breathing. "After I turned 11 these pains started Master did something to make it stop but I don't remember." Raven explained to him soon feeling another sharp pain corse through her harshly and she tried to bit her li to prevent her from screaming in pain.

Soon Shadow made his way into the room and was shocked to see Raven on the floor with Eliezer. "What happened?" He asked as he ran over to see Raven breathing heavy and could tel she was in a lot of pain. "Shadow...get Master NOW!" She said as she clutched her chest more and tears feel from all her pains and Shadow nodded. "Eliezer if you can help her into bed so she can lay down I am going to have Sparrow or Amy get water and a rag to help out a bit I will be back as fast as I can with our master." Shadow said to Eliezer and rushed off. He found Amy first talking to Hildbrand and rushed over. "Amy stop flirting with the guard already I need you to get a bowl of cold water and a rag." Shadow said to her making Am freak a bit and blush. "Shadow you idiot and why should I!?" Amy said flustered and mad but Shadow stared her down. "Amy its happening again." He said to her and Amy looked confused. "What is happening again Shadow?" She asked and Shadow looked at her. "Ravens mysterious pains are back and they are worst." Shadow said and Amy looked shocked. "I thought master took care of that when she was 11?" Amy said confused. "He did but its somehow back I am going to look for him get the water so we can put a cool damp rag on her head to help give her some comfort I will be back soon as I can." Shadow finished explaining and Amy nodded before watching Shadow vanish.

"Sorry Hildebrand I got work to do." Amy said and rushed off to get the bowl of water and rag and take it to Raven in hers and Eliezer's room.

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Alister was still searching the streets and places for Raven for he needed to find her so her grandfather can help her when she awakens. "Man where did she hide she is not at the orphanage the tavern actually no one has seen her there for days where did you disappear too Raven?" Alister said confused and soon ran into an older gentleman. "Oh I am sorry sir I was not looking where I was going." Alister said to to him and the man turns around. It was Ravens old master.
"No it is alright it is late and you look like you been on a hunt for something." Her old master said with a smile.
"Well yes I am looking for my niece she may be in danger and I have to find her." Alister explained and Raven's master looked at him. "Oh I am so sorry who is your niece I might know her?" He offered to Alister with a smile.
"Oh her name is....." Before he could say it was Raven Shadow appeared before them.
"Master there you we need you it is Raven the pains are back!" Shadow said not noticing Alister. "What but how I suppressed it years ago?" He said to Shadow in disbelief. "Well it is back and we need you now for it seems to be worst then when it happened the first time we need to get to Nemes Manor now." Shadow explained and the old Assassin Master nodded. "Alright lead the way and forgive me sir I need to go Raven is my pupil and need me now lets go shadow." He said and ran off with them.

Alister stood there shocked. "Oh no!" ALister soon ran back to Roberto and reported what he found out which lead to having being ordered to be taken to Nemes manor immediately.

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From Raven's words, it was clearly not the first time she was experiencing this pain, but his frustration only grew when it was confirmed that there truly was nothing he could do take it away at the moment. Eliezer felt a slight relief when Shadow entered, regardless of whether the man had heard his call or had just happened to be making his way to the room. Shadow too, was familiar with the situation by the exchange he started to have with Raven. She was visibly in immense pain, and Eliezer could only think to nod at Shadow's advice before the latter left. He reached for a handkerchief on the nearby dresser and twisted the piece of cloth before letting her bite down on it to help her endure the pain.

Trembling slightly from the ordeal, he then proceeded to pick her up and lay her onto the bed. Sitting by her, he took her hand once again and rubbed in circles on her palm, trying to comfort her as much as he could. He muttered an "I'm sorry," under his breath, resenting the fact that he could currently do little for her, and shut his eyes tightly, hoping to goodness that it would somehow all be over soon.

Suddenly, he was in a different place. The snow-coated forest surrounding him was illuminated by the large, bright Moon in the night sky above, and seemed almost ethereal. Before he had the time to process what was happening, he could make out a figure approaching him through the trees. As she drew closer, her glowing white skin, sliver hair, and crystal blue eyes started to become prominent. Sensing great power from this maiden, Eliezer instinctively drew his sword from its sheath, but stopped himself from attacking when he was hit by an inexplicable feeling that she was no threat to him. Noting his anxiety, the beautiful stranger offered him some reassuring words.

"Crown prince of Dainia, do not be afraid."

Eliezer had absolutely no idea what to make of the situation, but managed to stutter out a question. "W- Who are you?"

"Somebody who has a gift for you, my dear prince," she replied, stepping even nearer to him and placing a hand on the flat of his rapier. "You are frequently quick to draw this, yet hesitant to actually use it. Tell me, what have you named this lovely weapon?"

Uncomfortable at the implication that she had been watching what he had been doing, Eliezer was tempted to comment, but he suspected that nothing good would come out of doing that, and so he simply answered her question as he recalled how the name of his sword referred to the way it gleamed even when light was scarce. "The Nightstar."

"How fitting, the Moon does not shine alone in the night sky after all," she pointed out, and then lightly chuckled at the prince's confused look. "You shall understand soon enough, Your Highness."

An intense white glow appeared where her hand made contact with his blade, gradually growing and blinding him as he heard her parting words. "Trust in this weapon from now on, my prince, it will not fail you..."

"Your Highness? Your Highness!"

Eliezer felt a firm grip on his shoulder before finding himself back by Raven's side. He turned to see his trusted guard looking at him curiously. Before saying anything, he immediately reached for the rapier at his waist and slid it halfway out from its sheath to check if anything about it was different. Nothing. Had it all just been a hallucination from the stress he was going through? Hildebrand was becoming more alarmed at the prince's strange behavior, and spoke up again.

"Forgive me, Your Highness. The assassins mentioned that Lady Omrea was in pain. You hardly seem well yourself. Is everything alright, Your Highness?"

Eliezer shook his head, distraught. It was occurrences like what had just taken place that made him question if he had done the right thing. His lady was now suffering, and Shadow was about to bring someone else into the estate. It was unlikely that he could keep this from Adelina much longer.

"This is all... a big mistake," he mumbled, standing up and heading for the balcony. "Leave me be, Sir Hildebrand."

The knight looked on as the prince left the room, genuinely concerned about Eliezer's mental state. It had looked as if he was in some sort of trance when Hildebrand had entered. Was he reaching his breaking point?


[System]
Gender: Female
Age: 24
Class: Sanctioned Psyker

Psyker Power
Divination & Telekinesis are her main fields of psychic talent, but she also possesses two other abilities such as Smite and Storm of Lightning, as well as a rudimentary form of mental communication. Does not possess any noteworthy healing abilities, and she is just as likely to send someone to the warp as she is to heal a minor scratch.

Appearance:
6.6ft tall, pale skin and snow white hair. Sturdy and heavy frame, but still retains her feminine figure despite adhering to a strict physical training regime.

The base of her outfit consist of a simple yet elastic skin tight jumpsuit in dark brown color that is capable of withstanding the vacuum of space as well as provide a decent protection against the elements, though offers little protection versus physical threats. Overlayed on top is a series of armaplas plates that form a chestguard, cuisses, knee-high boots, shoulderpads and gloves stretching back and up to her elbows where they form into a sharp point. They offer good locational protection, especially from the front, but leave her jumpsuit exposed in other places, particularly from her lower back and down to the back of her knees where her boots cover both sides of her ankles. The plates are polished to a light gray color, and almost look like silver. The surface is covered with a series of intricate design and artwork in typical imperial fashion, featuring numerous flutes and ridges across the plates, as well as a couple skull imprints. Above her armor she wears a satin blue silk cloak that hangs down from the back of her left shoulder, as well as a silk loincloth hanging from the front of her belt of similar color. Thrown sideways around her torso is a series of books and scrolls attached by chain.

Running up along the spine of her chestguard is a refractor field generator built into the plate itself, taking form of a small generator emitting a series of horizontal, blue lights up along the back of the chestplate, and shaped much like a human skeletal spine. When activated, a faint, blue and almost invisible barrier appears around her figure.

Her helmet is made out of the same material as that of her armor, and it takes the form of a gothic plated helmet, with a narrow but wide blue glass visor and a longer neck guard extending out behind her helmet. Two plastic tubes are attached to a rebreather device at the bottom mouth piece of her helmet, that stretch out on each side of her neck and down into a small, highly pressurized air tank built into the back of her chestguard.

Her boots are magnetic, and her entire suit when worn enables her to survive in space, and also provides immunity to most chemical and biological attacks. She carries enough oxygen to last for almost an hour.

Equipment:

Main Weapon: Her primary weapon is a two handed power-weapon in the form of an oversized saber with a sleek blade and an extended handle which doubles as a psyker staff, and adorned with sigils, trinkets, technological gadgets and inscriptions. She often uses her weapon in conjunction with her telekinetic powers to amplify its destructive potential.

Calisto. Plasma Pistol.

Ceremonial Dagger. In essence, just a normal albeit flashy dagger with an adorned handle. Typically only carried for show, but is sharp enough to slice through unprotected skin with ease, and small enough to be concealed without much problem.

Refractor Field. Description under Appearance.

2x Servo-Skulls: Familiars. Mostly used to store events, data, recordings and scrolls and provide reconnaissance.

Savior – Saved an influential nobleman by foreseeing his assassination, tossing him out of the way of the sniper's bullet with her telekinetic powers and into a big wedding cake instead.

Guide – Saved a band of arbiters from the underworld of a hive world during an uprising by using her powers of divination to avoid the roaming mobs and gangs and reached safety without incident. Not a single shot was fired during their escape.

Hates Surprises – Accidentally electrocuted and sent three of the arbiters she had saved above to the infirmary when they tried to surprise her with a party later. Being so used to foresee danger before it happens, she is prone to freaking out over minor surprises that eludes her farsight.

Fireteam – During an Ork incursion, she helped a fireteam of six guardsmen hold off a much larger band of orks after their sergeant was injured through using her powers of divination to guide their fire, turning what had been originally green recruits into seemingly crack shots. Any Ork that left its cover was immediately put down from long range, and when they mounted a frenzied charge together, they didn't make it more than halfway across the field to the trenches before they were wiped out by precision fire.

Warpstorm over Mordran V - Adrianne was assigned to aid the planetary imperial garrison with culling a lesser greenskin uprising, assisting local Imperial Guard and Sisters of Battle forces with the purging when a warpstorm suddenly appeared over the otherwise peaceful colony world of Mordran V. Trapped on the planet, Adrianne found herself fighting for survival alongside her imperial guard as Chaos Ships appeared in orbit, and unleashed a ferocious invasion of the planet! Though the warpstorm only lasted for two weeks, by the time it had lifted, Mordran V had been transformed from a lush, promising garden world into a lifeless, daemon-infested hellscape, with most of its original population killed except for a few imperial strongholds that managed to weather the storm. Her experience from Mordran V would change Adrianne for ever. What had been a cautious girl that had stepped onto the planet would instead emerge a seemingly reckless with little to no restraint on her powers!

Time With the Inquisitor: W.I.P.

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"I think you just need to appreciate the luxury of life, Ansgar."

Adrianne replied with a slight chuckle.

"With stormbolter, it doesn't matter much whether the target is a naked little gretchin or a hulking space marine. The result is a target thorn to shreds before you can even sing the first verse of the emperor's litany!"

...

"Come to think of it, you can decimate a small building in the blink of an eye with that thing... "

The Psyker paused as she thought of the awesome destructive potential of the Stormbolter. A normal bolter was already comparable to a fully automatic grenade launcher with great penetrative force. A stormbolter was often just a bunch of bolters smashed together, for even more destructive powers!
She had seen a line of heavily armored Ork nobz turned into red paste by a stormbolter years ago, before the front part of the bunker behind them had then caved out from the missed bolter rounds.

To her, the Stormbolter was amongst the epitome of the Astarte's fetish for anything overkill!

And she didn't mind...

"Just bear in mind that; just as the star that burns twice as bright, it will only burn half as long. Once you press the trigger, the fun is over as soon as it starts." Adrianne commented with a toyful tone as she cast a sly smirk over at the arbites at the end of her sentence.

"Stars go supernova when they burn out, mistress." Suddenly sounded the stoic, robotic voice of her servitor.
"Such may be a poor analogy, unless you expect the weapon to explode in the guardman's face."

...

There was a pause, before Adrianne turned around to look at the servitor with one glaring, purple eye.

[Assistant]
Ansgar patiently heard out the psyker as she drooled, figuratively he assumed, over the Storm Bolter and its impressive capacity for destruction. Yes, the weapon could rip anything caught in its burst to shreds, but as she pointed out, the weapon chewed through ammo at an alarmingly fast pace. Ansgar's opinion on the storm bolter, as such, was rather mixed, knowing how much of a nightmare the things tended to be from a logistics stand point. Space Marines tended to not care for such things, they had rarer issues with supplies due to being as favored as they were. A Guardsman could ill afford to be wasteful with supplies, even the routine mishaps in supply shipping. He had seen a Trooper, upon receiving barrels of industrial strength acid instead of promethium, modify his heavy flamer to accept the acid and utilized it to alarming efficiency against the Tyranid forces. Emperor provided providence, or a happy accident, Ansgar cared little in regards to that acid thrower that had been cobbled together. The fact it worked better than Promethium was good enough for the Krieger.

The comment of stars going supernova brought a quiet snort from the Krieger. What, did the servitor mix up plasma weapons for bolter weapons? Guardsmen issued plasma weapons had the dubious honor of maintaining and firing the damned things, and if Grenadiers thought their Hellguns were unreliable, than Emperor help the poor special weapon bastards carrying plasma weapons. Even properly maintained, he'd seen the things overheat and damn near kill the trooper holding it. Then again, a trick that most didn't think about was that lasguns could indeed take out armor, not in the way one might expect. Overloading the power cell into the lasgun without giving it a discharge path turned the rifle into a bomb, though the obvious problems were a lack of consistent timing, the loss of said weapon, the fact it was barely as strong as a krak grenade, and so on and so on. Truly a desperation move indeed. "If this storm bolter has had so little maintenance it resembles a plasma weapon, I believe our concerns are greater than a storm bolter detonating..."

However, he highly doubted the Sisters would leave one of their transports so ill maintained. Still though, his Engineer habits had him constantly checking and rechecking the equipment. Ansgar knew that things only would break in a significant manner when it mattered that they did not, if one left the possibility to chance. He had no intention of letting it go to chance. Beyond this, however, Ansgar was simply keeping his mind from wandering, something that was an eternal battle for a sentry. Remaining focused and alert was far more difficult, in ways that one might not think. Sure, sleep deprivation or a wandering mind might be a problem, but a lack of attention to subtle details and subtler changes to a familiar environment could be the only warnings one would get. And considering the lack of familiarity with this environment? He had a difficult task indeed, considering he could not risk missing a cue that might save or damn the lot of them.

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"Doesn't matter..." Vala replied to Adrianne with displeased expression." I got tricked, should have stayed back at base. I hoped for nice dinner out and it turns out we are simply going on a raid." The former merc stated with sad voice, regretting her decision. She could have stayed at base and tinker her newest invention... weapon. A weapon perfect for dealing with specific high armored targets. Targets like power armor or warp shielding." I just want now to get this over with and return back..."

 She heard one of the new face say something and then looked up at him. Just the usual poor sod roped into inquisition duties. Vala herself was not given much of a choice in the matter so she at least tried to make the best of it by tinkering like mad on invention she before had not the resources to make. She now wondered what was his story... was he forced.. did he volunteer or something or was he requested specifically...

 "As long as the ammunition isn't defective and the bolter doesn't heat up to a point it causes the bullets to ignite before fired, you should be fine." Vala stated to Ansgar and threw a look at Adrianne.

 "I'm personally fan of heavier hitting weapons... Shotguns... cannons... the higher impact and damage ones that take are focused on high range, velocity and damage instead of speed." She said with a sigh." In fact I'm in the middle of finishing a laser cannon that should be powerful enough to pierce through space marine power armor in a single shot. Granted it's very slow rate of fire, but in return it should be good to go from mile and something. Basically it's an sniper cannon... You'll like the results it gives."

[Assistant]
The Servitor's vox box would automatically crackle into life, using its same, monotone voice to answer the Krieger's comment.

"Clarification: I was suggesting that the analogy used by my mistress may,-"

"Mute!"

Suddenly sounded Adrianne's voice as the Psyker had leaned over to stretch out one arm to press a hidden button on the servitor's back, as its vox box suddenly grew silent. It moved about, shuffling slightly, but not a single sound came from it aside from the occasional whirring sound of gizmos and hydraulics from its body.

Leaning back into her chair, now with a much more satisfied look on her face, Adrianne would turn to look back over at Vala with a smile.

"Heavy hitting? Shotguns? Sweetie, you do realize what a bolter is?!" Adrianne quipped with a mischievous smile!
"It is essentially a direct grenade launcher. And a stormbolter is just two bolters latched together. If you like heavy hitting options, you'd fall in love with it if you tried!"

The Psyker commented with a sly grin.

"And don't you worry about food. House raids are actually quite lucrative on a rich world. Even the heretics around here are bound to be well off! Imagine the foodstuffs we'll be able to find in their larder!" Adrianne said with a glint in her eye! For it had been a thought that had just struck her too!

It had taken a while for her to realize that the average citizen on this planet was actually quite well off compared to other areas of the Imperium. Which meant that when they invariable kicked in the door and the Sister of Battle did her thing and burnt the owner on charges of heresy, that meant they retained the right to confiscate all their stuff! Foodstuff included!
While Adrianne did not consider herself a burglar, it was technically alright in her mind if she confiscated the stuff under imperial or inquisitorial decree! It would technically not be stealing then!

... in theory.


[System]
Age/Race/Gender: 24/Dalentian/Female
Appearance:
Googled mystic woman sci-fi, found what I wanted in the fantasy section, hahaha

Dalentians by themselves are usually tall humanoids with exceedingly white skin and haunting black eyes. A person looking at a unarmored Dalentian might take notice of their naturally thinner build and limbs, making them feel unnatural to a human. Yet, they have mouths, noses and eyes with senses very comparable to a human's, except the advanced night-vision. But, their bodies have an easier time building an acrobatic build and even normal Dalentians can do complex jumps while still wearing armor. They're natural hunters, silent in their movements and fast in their strikes. All of them likely have some form of markings on the side of their face, which designates their role in Dalentian society.

Lataniva herself is 188 cm tall, which is actually short for a Dalentian. As any Dalentian, she has white skin and black eyes, with long flowing black hair behind her. She wears tight black clothes along her body, which hides her body's shape by virtue of being dark. Her armor is flexible and light, despite how it looks, and allows her to move quickly in exchange for some durability. There are gems from her home-planet on the armor, and a gem on a headband she has attached to her forehead. Dalentians are under the belief that these gems enhance their psionics… though that's ludicrous. … Right?

Occupation: Convict, due to a specific set of circumstances. Might have acted as an assassin, at times. Hunter-Warrior of Dalentia, otherwise.

Weapons: A halberd, used for stabbing and slicing. The dangerous part is pretty small, it's made for doing injuries rather than killing mostly, hurting and incapacitating rather than finishing off. The size also lends itself to homing in on weak points in armor. Also, a number of (6) daggers sheathed here and there in her outfit, just in case.
Armor: Classical armor, made out of metal from her homeworld. It covers her legs, arms and torso. It's light, to allow for acrobatics, meaning it isn't quite as durable as it looks, which is intentional. Dalentians focus on dodging attacks above all, so the armor is mostly to look imposing, but it also protects against smaller attacks. Counts as Armored.
Items: Several gems, one on a headband she's always wearing, others on her armor. She brought a backpack, which contains things for surviving. Like, a simple cooking set, many days' worth of emergency provisions, a few replacement tips for the halberd if it breaks, tissues, several changes of clothes, what's left of her funds, a sleeping bag…

Skills: Considerably acrobatic, her body is that of a trained Dalentian warrior, able to make use of her enhanced awareness to avoid attacks. Lataniva also has considerable skill with her halberd, trained to be able to target weak spots in enemy armor and hit them. She's a skilled tracker, able to follow the slightest signs of that someone has gone through an area, and she can be absolutely silent sneaking up on prey. She has the knowledge to cook and survive in the wild without technology if that ever becomes relevant. She has pretty good memory as well as deductive capability. And, on top of this, her considerable prowess with psionic powers is not to be underestimated.
Antiskills: Dalentians are seemingly incapable of understanding how technology works. Even if they learn what buttons to press or how to use it, they can never become actually good at it. This includes aiming, piloting, operating consoles or instruments, etc. This obviously comes as a weakness in a world of space-crafts. In addition, as an alien with somewhat different values, it is often difficult for her to understand some things of the other races, and she will definitely normally stand out if trying to go unnoticed in a city.

Powers: Dalentians are powerful psionics.

Telekinesis: Using their minds, a Dalentian can push and pull objects around. It becomes an instantaneous amount of force, but with focus they can steadily lift something and move it. This has a limited range of 20 meters, and it grows weaker the further away from 10 meters the target is, and regardless it can only be used to lift up to 100 kg at a time, the effect growing predictably less impressive the more weight that has to be affected. Lataniva herself likes using it to pull guns out of the hands of enemies or sending her halberd or daggers flying into enemies, or to pull on enemies in close combat to make them lose balance and give her a chance to strike.

Psionic Burst: By focusing power, a Dalentian can cause some form of unnatural explosion of power. It can be either directed in a direction away from the Dalentian's hand or the power can be thrown to explode upon impact within throwing distance. The power is roughly that of a hand-grenade. However, this particular ability should be used sparingly, as focusing that amount of psionic power can take its toll on the Dalentian. Any more than two without rest in between can lead to severe exhaustion and headaches for the Dalentian, and even just one can impact the Dalentian's fighting prowess for a while.

Hyper Awareness: Naturally, sensing through a sixth sense, Dalentians can sense the presence of things in their surroundings using psionics. This is completely natural to a Dalentian, just as hearing and sight. With this sense, they know the movements of allies and enemies, and can predict when they'll be in danger so they can dodge. They use this to deftly avoid gunfire and attacks. The range is, if not blocked, around 30 meters. However, it is blocked by any and all walls, just as sight, as the sense somehow cannot go through physical objects. It can move around some limited things, you can't hide from it by hiding behind another person or a fence, but a wall will block it. As in, it can sense on the other side of a car, but it can't sense inside the car. Not usually an issue in the jungles of the Dalantian homeworld, but in civilization more so. It cannot sense through windows. Still, it means any Dalentian has an additional source of information about the area, one which might seem disturbingly unnatural to any onlooker.

(limited) Mind Reading: The Dalentians' greatest pride is their ability to distinguish the liars from the truthful. If they are allowed to touch a person, they can use their psionic talent to search the target's mind. To effectively search, they need to know what they're looking for, or the brain is just going to be a tangled mess to read. In addition, they've learned that other races don't appreciate being mind-read on a daily basis like back home, so they save it for enemies and possible liars. This power is what gave rise to the Dalentian's excessive obsession with trust and truth, for they had ways to find it. It should be noted, it is harder for a Dalentian to use this power on anything that isn't a Dalentian, harder the more foreign the mind is, but they can get it to work.

Mind Control: The most dangerous weapon in a Dalenian's psionic range. Given touch, and long enough time to touch someone, a Dalentian can rearrange a target's mind from the outside. With that, they can include ideas, missions, instructions to commit a certain action at a certain point of time. The procedure might take a long time, because the Dalentian needs to ensure every detail is perfect as s/he'll be completely unable to adjust the plan after having let go of the subject. The effects naturally wears off after a couple of days, faster the more complicated the instructions were, to the degree they might have worn off by the time it was time to actually put it to work. It should be noted that in Dalentian culture use of this power is seen as the ultimate betrayal of trust, and a Dalentian can tell a mind has been affected should they mind-read, and Dalentian culture has been built around discouraging the use of this power. But, sometimes, push comes to shove…

Other: Dalentians are a fairly mystic race that have lived on their planet in peace. They were fairly astounded to learn that not everyone in the universe has use of psionics. They live in some manner of primal society, with the chieftains on top and everyone else trying to scrape together enough to make a living. They live in constructed homes up in the trees of woods or inside of caves to protect themselves from the naturally powerful wildlife, and have plenty of traditions of connecting each-other's minds for absolute trust and truth. They value those matters above all, and betrayal/lying is met with punishment of immediate death. You'll find they usually speak only the truth. This because, unlike humans, other Dalentians have ways to find a liar.

They believe in a god, the Paionéè, who they explain is the source of psionics. They, among other things, believe the gems they sometimes find in the mountains are his work and wearing them boosts your psionic prowess, so it is tradition for a Dalentian to wear these gems on their armor and body if one uses psionics for combat. … Their mythology around him is utter nonsense, but that doesn't entail the story yet.

What does, is that their planet was believed to be uninhabited when some species of the Republic moved to colonize it. There was a realization that this planet did have some form of indigenous life-forms, but eh, they could take them on, superior technology. Turns out, the Dalentians had more fight in them than expected, and were offered a deal. So, the Dalentians had absolutely no use of the technology given to them because they couldn't make use of them for life, but they got to live in peace and in exchange many Dalentians got work for their psionics here and there in the Republic. They're fairly rare due to their low numbers in the grand scale, but they exist.

As the Human Alliance entered the picture and the Federation took shape, the few Dalentians out there in the galaxy found themselves a little bit of everywhere, supporting themselves wherever they found it the most comfortable…

As for Lataniva's story… Well. That's another story entirely. We shall see.

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@Dark Light

"Hold that thought, I wanna grab my personal rifle, was thinkin' of givin' her a tune-up once everything was squared away, this'll save me a trip" He dashed off to his quarters and fished the MAR's case out before returning to pick up the conversation "Now, as I was sayin' I don't let anyone touch my babies unless I really tolerate 'em. You've got a fair chance at that so far mate. Follow me"

Arex broke the silence on the way up the stairs "So how long is this first trip? And whadda ya suppose they will do with us after this? If we survive."

"I figure about 12 hours. Zargos is right on the edge of Alliance territory, so that's about a standard trip out that way. As for what come next, I dunno. Reckon they'll just keep sendin' us out 'til we outlive our usefulness, of course, they'll taunt us with freedom 'One more job, and you've worked off your sentence' and all that, but I don't think any of us will ever be free men again"

They arrived on the Command Deck and Grayson turned his head to ask "So, did anyone show you around or did they just shove ya aboa- OH, sorry!"
He'd bumped right into the other last-minute recruit.
"Sorry about that lass, wasn't payin' attention to where I was goin'"

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Stryker's research had turned up some interesting facts. Aside from an extra recruit that Dawson hadn't introduced, he'd also neglected to mention that the Alliance had provided a squadron of attack drones, expendable grunts to bolster the group's presence. They were in storage in the cargo bay at the moment, and according to the instructions in the database, needed a few hours active to bring their systems fully online, no time like the present he figured, so he stomped off, datapad in hand, towards the elevator, squeezing past a congregation of Maverick and the two newest recruits in the T-intersection of the deck without a word.

The robot, SAL, was just exiting the engine room as Stryker stepped out of the elevator.
"Just who I was looking for actually" the captain said to the 7-foot tall behemoth of steel.
"Commander Stryker" SAL nodded, curt and to the point "How may I assist you?"
"We got some drones in storage down here, think you can help me fish 'em out? And don't call me Commander, Stryker will do"
"Acknowledged, Stryker. I will provide whatever assistance I can"
Their combined strength made an easy job of clearing away the storage crates, strategically packed to conceal the tall, interlinked pods holding the drones. Stryker waved away SAL and muttered a thanks as he read the remaining instructions.
"Ok, up first... access code" he reached out to tap on the touch-pad of the framework's left side. There were 10 pods, and Stryker intended to use all of 'em if his plan was to work.
"Step 2- Designate lead platform, ok, let's go with lucky pod number 7. AP-772. Designating....." A small green bar filled up next to the assigned drone's number, and a light above its pod activated.
"Step 3, network drones to designated lead. How do I... oh ok, networking...... networking........ net-wor-king.... done. So far so good. Step 4, assign parameters. Ah, that one'll make it easy. Hold for commands. And lastly, step 5, activate in sequence. Simple enough"

By now, a small green light had begun flashing on the front panel of each pod, the drones were ready to be brought online. Stryker muttered the numbers under his breath as he tapped the touch pad to activate them.
"AP-116, AP-209, AP-361, AP-444, AP-529, AP-614, AP-772, AP-688, AP-900, AP-928, and here we go" He pressed in the access code as a final confirmation and then stepped back to watch the bots come to life.

[Assistant] The lights on the attack drones began to light up as their pods opened. The designated leader stepped out of the pod first. "Attack platform AP-772 online." There was a short pause in itsome speech. "Running diagnostics. Weapons systems online..cooling systems online...parameters set." A small list of the parameters the were set would pop up on his tablet just as security protocol. "Anti-viral program online...squad link network online....ready to serve and command." The drone said as it issued a salute. The other drone's began stepping out of their pods. Their steel shells grinding and stomping as they moved. They all stepped in formation and issued a salute. AP-772 approached Stryker. "All systems running at 100% capacity. It is an honor to serve. Awaiting orders sir!"

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Lataniva flexed her fingers a bit, having quite the time resisting the urge to grab Amy to read her mind and find if her claim was justified. However, she knew she had to live with being unsure. Lataniva had partly raised a hand towards her, through sheer instinct, before returning the hand and grabbing it onto her stomach.

'Very well. I will trust this to be the truth.' And that was all of that, before Amy headed on. Then Lataniva handled the take-off pretty well, she was used to sudden unexpected forces taking hold. Then she could hold on until gravity returned with a dull acknowledgment of what had just happened.


[System]
Age: 19
Year: 1st
Gender: Female
Species: Faerie
Physical Description: Human Glamour

In Depth Physical Description: Kiki's most memorable feature is her thick mane of loose, cherry red curls. Her ivory skin is surprisingly freckle-free, a hint at her supernatural ancestry. Kiki's eyes are a pale grey by default, but they change color depending on her mood, although a simple glamour can cover that if she chooses. Kiara stands at a short 5 foot 2 inches and is fairly thin; some might even describe her as skeletal. Despite her petite, human-like frame, an aura of menace tends to surround KiKi, and she relishes in the fear it can draw out in others.
In her true faerie form, Kiki has wings, pointed canines and inscisors, and her skin is a light gray, full of cracks a fissures, as if she was made of stone; Her hair also floats around her as if she is hovering underwater.
Personality: Kiara isn't your average Unseelie faerie; although she feeds off of negative emotions, she likes to have a good time. Unless they are as troublesome as her, making friends has never been her strong suit, but finding lovers seems to come easily enough. Kiara is strikingly attractive and worse yet, she knows it, using these looks to invoke both lust and envy - some of her favorite flavors. At a young 19 years, Kiki is but a child in terms of a faerie lifespan, although she hasn't physically matured much past this age of 18, and won't for appear aged for a long, long time. Kiki has a lot to learn about both herself and the faerie world. She came to this school from the faerie realm in order to learn how to control her powers and better conceal herself using glamour. Right now, the use of glamour doesn't come quite so easily, and her eyes will suddenly change color, or her wings will sprout out unintentionally. Once she learns to control it completely, Kiki hopes to travel to the human realm to cause mischief and mayhem alongside some of her old friends from the Unseelie Court.
Hobbies: Practicing elaborate make-up designs on herself and others, painting/drawing (the fine arts in general), learning about plants and potion-making with the witches.
Familiar:
Extra: She can fly, but is not very gracefully yet. Kiki was also born to a particularly powerful set of parents, her father being descended from Moriganne herself, so she has some innate dark powers that she has yet to discover.

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Shukura
Shukura had gotten up early the day of the ball. Knowing her it would take her most of it to pick out an outfit that was near perfection. Whenever attending social gatherings she always had to make sure she looked her best, so the shoes had to be right, the dress to die for, the make-up was going to be non-existent, the jewelry tastful and er clutch to die for.

After an entire day she finally found something that looked good. The dress was a bright red and form fitting. It had a beautiful design on it amd the way the dress opened up at the knee was justso classy to her. Her shoes were a gift from her mother a while back that had never been worn before. The last few things would be simple; her makeup would be a red lipstic and thats it, he hair in a classic but to help show off her shoulder line . With all of this and a spray of perfume she was completed.

She turned to her roomamte and did a little twirl.

"How do I look? Is my butt to big? Damn no time, I am going to head down first and wait in the lobby, feel free to take whatever you like just make sure it finds its way back into my closet okay, and if you need help just call." She said this in one breath while she rushed out the door with her tear drip dimaond earings in one hand and a small wallet in another.

Her roomamte Samantha seeemed tomboyish, the exact opposite to her girly Shukura's girly exterior. Plus she was a lycan to boot but it did not bother Shu in the least the girl had not started any trouble yet.

Shukura made it down and bgan to check herself for everything while waitng for her roommate. She did not necessarily detest this ball, it was just some of the people there might tick her off tonight. Her mother always used to say that she had aone trck mind and could flap her jaws to no extent. Then a horrible thought crossed her mind, her mother would be at thks event, the onlt woman truly capable of humiliating Shu in public and live to tell the tale. Tonight should be fun.

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Cimi
Cimi, was a deep sleeper but he could clearly hear someone getting ready for an event tonight. As he drifted in and out of concise he tried hard to remeber what exactly what was so important that was trying to will him out of his sleep. It did not bear him until he heard the door close, the ball was tonight. Cimi jumped out of the bed and scrabbled around to get ready, he was running late and need to hurry up. The suiet was plain, bow tie and all but it did look mice on him. Cimi ran out the door with out doung his hair so it was still a curly mess.

When he arrived at the auditorium , it was beautiful as always, white marbke and all other types of fixtures. He knew the place was just dripping with magic but he was still impressed. But for now he need to find his pops. The old man should be slithering around the place somewhere.

[Assistant]
The room where silent, so silent you could hear the people moving down in the lobby, candles where the only light source right now casting it's dancing shadows on the fall and the figure who sat hunched on the bed. Joar had prepared for this event the whole day but still did not feel ready for it. He had never been much for big social gatherings and by the look of the buildings and ornaments there would be some pretty rich and ambitious people attending this welcome ball. He smiled slightly and reached for the suit jacket on the bed and putting it on. It was tailored in such away that he actually looked slightly bigger then he was. On the bed the tie lay in a heap, he had tried several times tying it but it always ended up looking really strange or it felt like it was strangling him.

With a deep sigh he took a last look in the mirror in the room, adjusted the collar of the shirt and tried a smile. It didn't feel completely wrong but still he felt and thought that he must look kinda out of place. Oh well he had made an effort washing and combing his hair but still it looked just as unruly as ever. Was he afraid of making a fool of himself? No that was not it, maybe it was because he had no good answer to questions that he might get about his mating mark? Absently his right hand went to his temple and traced the intricate mark down and along his jawline until it disappeared down his neck and should. With a last shrug he went around the room blowing out every candle before leaving the room, his steps leading him to the auditorium.

He had not expected the scene that meet him as he entered. The decorations and luxury was on a whole other level then he had expected, now he really was out of place. If he ever had felt lonely around people now was that time. With a slight smile he tried to slowly and discretely Joar tried making his way along the walls not want to attract to much attention. His eyes scanned the crowed of people gathered there, his ears picking up small talk, laughter and giggles. At least some where having fun already, excitement found it's way into his stomach as he started to wonder what would happen next when all would be gathered in the room.

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Laurel looked gorgeous as Kiara sat back to stare at her face, made even more of a work of art by Kiara's talents. The girls had chattered in front of the ornate vanity that Kiki had brought over from her room at Court while Kiara did her thing. It was originally her mother's vanity and it depicted tangled vines and thorns that were carved from dark cherry wood and surrounded a shiny glass mirror. She was sure that her father was happy to see yet another reminder of her mother leave the Court with along with herself. It wasn't that Kiara's father didn't love her, because he did, it was just that at least some part of him blamed her for the loss of her mother. Successfully conceiving and producing offspring was very hard for the Unseelie fey, and often times the cost for one life was that of another...

Cosmetics from both the human and faerie realms were piled high on the vanity, originally organized by type and color, but now in complete disarray. Laurel had asked if Kiara could infuse it with some faerie magick and, not wanting to look like a rookie, Kiki had agreed. Kiara's talents with a brush were much more polished than those with magick so, when Kiki had originally attempted an 'ethereal sparkle' aura over the finished look, she accidentally turned Laurel's whole face blue. Thankfully, Kiara had turned Laurel's chair away from the mirror in preparation, stating that the 'spin-around-surprise-reveal' would make it all the more enchanting, so Laurel's only hint that something went awry was the wide-eyed shock on Kiara's face. "Oh my, that's not right…" Kiki had said whilst trying to stifle a giggle "Let's try something else…" On the second try, Kiki nailed the intended effect. They both seemed incredibly pleased with it, so Kiara moved on to do her own makeup, which consisted of cherry lips to match her hair and a dramatic olive green smokey cat eye look. She pulled her long, loose curls over her right shoulder, securing them with a braid of her own hair and hidden hair pins in lieu of a tacky hair tie or accessory.

The roommates went their own ways for the actual getting dressed part. As one could tell from her more casual outfits, Kiara personally didn't care who saw her body - faeries weren't known for their modesty, after all - but Laurel might not have considered them that level of 'bestie' yet. Fair enough. Once in her closet, Kiara was once again awestruck by her dress' beauty. For a while, she just stood there, running her fingertips along the feathers in admiration. Realizing she was running a bit behind, she hurried and stripped down, putting on the easy part first: the floral lace accessories Laurel's mother had found once being told Kiara refused to wear shoes. What? It's not weird… faeries like to remain in physical contact with nature…

Kiara struggled with the dress itself. Stepping into it was easy enough, but there was the issue of the corset ties on the lower back that gave her trouble. "Are you almost ready?" she heard her roommate call for her. "Erm… not quite…" Kiki said with a huff as she flailed her arms behind her, trying to do it herself. "Just a little trouble... with... the corset… How do you normally do this? Faerie clothing is magical, it just morphs to fit your body when you put it on. If only my arms --" huff "were a little--" she hopped "longer!" In all her twisting, turning, and hopping, the faerie lost balance and fell against the wall with a loud thud. "I think I need your help…" she admitted in a pout.


[System]
Age: 17

Weapons: Practice Bow

Arcana: Lovers

Personas: Narcissus

[User]
Kazuo Yokoyama groaned as he was roused from unconsciousness by a barrage of pain. At once he knew something was wrong; he found himself splayed out on the floor between his bed and his full-body mirror — shattered so thoroughly that nary a piece clung to the frame. At once he looked to the ground, wary for sharp pieces of mirror — but there were none. Cautiously, he pulled himself up from the carpet and his head began to swim in a nauseous haze. After sitting on his bed, he felt around his entire head for injuries. His first assumption was that he had somehow tripped and fell through his mirror, concussing him, but there wasn't a single wound on his body.

He thought back on what might have happened, but his head ached too much for him to think deeply. All he knew for sure was that he must have been getting ready for school, since he was wearing his navy blue Tenshiki High uniform — sans the blazer, since they had just switched to summer uniforms. He pulled his phone out of his pocket and saw that it was 8:20; he was running increasingly late to school. He grabbed his bag from his desk, put on his glasses, and slung his bow around his back, then quickly went through his house to the door for his outdoor shoes. The house was quiet, but Kazuo was used to this. His mother was overseas in America, and his father left for work long before Kazuo woke to get ready for school. As he stepped outside his head flared up with pain, and he gritted his teeth. If it still persisted when he made it to school, he would go to the nurse.

The sky was a foreboding dark gray that threatened to unleash a thunderstorm, but not a single drop yet fell. He was almost thankful it wasn't so bright, on account of his pulsing headache. One thing that did weird him out, though, was how quiet it was outside. He checked his phone again: it was 8:22. His road was a fairly busy one in the suburbs that should be rife with foot traffic — schoolchildren, housewives, businessmen, maybe a police officer. There was nothing, only an atmospheric rumbling overhead. Kazuo looked at the neighbouring houses. It wasn't just quiet, it was desolate. Like the whole block had been abandoned. A cold chill crept up his spine and settled around his head as he began the walk to school. He couldn't bring himself to run; his head was still unbearably foggy. Maybe I have a fever, he thought. I probably should have stayed home.

When Kazuo arrived at the crossing and looked ahead, across the street, he was surprised to find that he was no longer alone — but this person was far from normal. It was a young woman wearing some sort of black, skin-tight outfit. With it she only wore a white fur coat and oddly enough, a long white tail. Her hair was long and brown, and her eyes were golden and slitted like a cat's. Her cheeks had cartoonish whiskers on them, and the suit seemed to also include a pair of cat ears.

"Hello ~nyan!" she called to Kazuo, prancing through the street towards him without looking both ways. "I'm so glad I was the first one to find you! Now your spirit's all mine ~nyan!"

Kazuo rubbed his dark eyes and looked at the young woman again as she came to stop where the sidewalk met the road. "Cosplay?" he wondered out loud, in astonishment.

The catgirl tilted her head to one side, and then clapped her hands together. "Oh, I've heard of that! Like pretending, right?" She laughed. "Nope! I'm the real thing ~nyan! My name's Nekomata!"

Kazuo looked around. There was still nobody else in sight — nobody to confirm if what he was seeing was real or not. He chuckled dryly. "I get it, I must have a really high fever, and I'm still dreaming. This is a very dream-like setting, come to think of it. No people, a familiar place, something out of a video game in front of me . . ."

The young woman, Nekomata, placed her hands on her hips. "So it's going to be like this, is it?" She sighed. "Everyone thinks it's a dream ~nyan," she pouted. "Well, take this ~nyan! Agi!"

Kazuo saw a red light, and suddenly his body snapped into action. Every nerve told him to jump — somewhere, anywhere — to avoid this red light. So, he dove to his left. His left shoulder dug into the concrete and his bow shook in its holster on his back. His eyes widened as he watched the place where he was standing erupt into flames, the heat washing over him. His shoulder bled through his white shirt and stung with pain where it had scraped against the concrete. His head felt clearer, but it didn't hurt any less. Slowly, Kazuo began to consider this might not be a dream.

The catgirl was impressed. "Ooh, nice dodge!"

Kazuo saw her finger nails extend, becoming steel-like claws. He knew this was no girl — it was a monster. Regardless of if this was a dream or not, he had no desire to let some maniac cat monster get to him. He scrambled to his feet and started running back towards his home as fast as he could.

"Now this is more like it!" she called after him. "Keep running!"

Kazuo turned behind him and saw she was right behind him, a smile on her face, her yellow ears bearing down on him. She was likely toying with him, as cats were wont to do. He looked back ahead to his home, rapidly coming into view. No, he couldn't make it inside. By the time he had his key in the door, she would already be on him. He would simply have to keep running, and hope that this nightmare would end or that there was someone else here — hopefully someone friendlier.

[Assistant]
Haruna Nakano awoke with a start, and while that was completely normal the conditions were anything but. The girl pushed herself up from the heavily littered floor, her head was pounding something fierce, what's worse she didn't know why. She most certainly got enough sleep last night and there was no reason why she was hurting. It was then she noticed the shattered mirror, if nothing else that provided some clues on what possibly could've happened, did she smack her head into it? She stood up to take a closer look... it was odd there weren't any glass shards, not even scattered across the floor, which boded well for her seeing as she was just sprawled across it. Haruna sighed and shook her head, it was way too early to start using her brain so instead she opted just not to worry about it for now. Curiously she was already dressed for school, uniform and even that light coat she usually wore. While it wouldn't be a first time, she swore she changed out of them.

With a yawn she starting looking for her phone on a cluttered side table, she really need to clean this room up; a lot of things had been going missing. Fortunately her phone wasn't on this list of missing items as she found it without too much searching. Turned out she was running late at 8:21, good thing she was already prepared to go. Haruna left her home in a hurry, by then both of her parents should already be gone, besides they don't typically get involved in her business anyway.

It didn't take long until she started to notice the... unsettling atmosphere of her street. It wasn't so much to do with the stormy sky, that was completely normal to her, but of course it was the lack of people. No matter what there should have been at least someone walking the streets, especially at that time of day, it was like a scene from a horror movie with how desolate it felt. Just what was going on? Between her vaporized mirror and the abandoned road, her day was shaping up to be something else.

Haruna looked up when she heard the sound of footsteps. She strained to listen, it was definitely someone running, the clatter of shoes hitting asphalt was unmistakable. The girl stopped in stunned silence, right in front of her was a boy, while she found the source of the sound she also unfortunately found the reason for it. Chasing the guy was a woman, but not just any old human. She looked like some weird anthropomorphized cat with vicious claws to boot, if that didn't scream danger Haruna didn't know what would. The girl had no idea what to do, was this boy even in actual danger, or was this a performance piece? Perhaps by itself sure, but on top of everything else she just instinctively knew that the world wasn't the same anymore. Haruna made her mind up; to turn around and run, because nothing about this was normal. Not at all.

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Kazuo furiously drilled his feet into the concrete again and again in an ultimately futile attempt to stay ahead of the vicious catgirl, who hadn't fatigued a bit and still lingered behind Kazuo, occasionally taunting him with a cackle. Kazuo's entire body was hot, sweat was dripping from his brow, and his legs ached. As he charged through the crossing on the other side of the road, he tried to look both ways even though it didn't matter — after a few minutes of sprinting there had been no sign of cars or people. That is, until he made a hard right, hoping in vain that it might give him some kind of leverage against his pursuer.

Ahead of him was a girl about his age, who appeared to be wearing the same uniform. This didn't give Kazuo any sort of immediate relief, in fact, odds are this girl was some kind of accomplice to the creature behind him, or at the very least another foe. It wasn't until she also turned and started running that Kazuo felt that she might be considered normal, or at least as normal as a girl appearing in this strange world could be. He looked behind him to see how the cat would respond, and he was shocked to find that she was slowing to a halt.

"Two of them?" she observed out loud, suddenly becoming apprehensive. "I've never seen two appear this close together before ~nyan! Oh, what's a kitty to do?"

Kazuo didn't know how this would interfere with whatever plans she had, but he was happy to take advantage of the opportunity. Pumping his legs like never before, bag and bow clattering against him, he focused his efforts on trying to follow the girl and close the distance between them. He didn't quite know how to call out to her. There was a very strong possibility this was all some kind of feverish delusion on his part, and he had been running through the streets like a madman, chased only by his own mind. He looked behind him, and the catgirl was gone. His fatigue having caught up with him, Kazuo stopped to catch his breath. The usual aches and grievances of exhaustion beside, his head still pounded, and he felt himself becoming dizzy. He tried to steady himself on the nearby wall but missed and ended up collapsing to his knees, holding himself over the ground with his hands. His glasses fell, turning his vision into even more of a fog than it already was.

"Dammit," he wheezed. "What kind of illness is this? Am I going insane?"

[Assistant]
In the next few minutes Haruna learned a few critical facts. One, that catwoman thing was definitely in fact hostile and it she wasn't it didn't give off that nice, friendly vibe. Two, the catwoman can talk. Three, the boy probably didn't know anymore about the situation than she did. The girl groaned and kept running until eventually that insane woman ceased chasing them... for whatever reason. At the time it didn't make sense, that monster would've caught them if it kept chase so why in the hell did it give up, or did it? Haruna leaned back trying to normalize her breathing, although that guy was certainly in worse shape than her. Also while the relatively light exercise didn't do any favors for her headache the pain remained bearable, which needless to say was good news for her.

Haruna glanced over to the stranger by her side, he looked surprisingly normal although when her eyes fell upon the holstered bow she honestly found that a bit suspicious. Sure that can be explained away with an archery club, just it didn't exactly sit completely well with her to know this man was technically armed. Otherwise judging by his uniform he had to a fellow student, maybe even a classmate if she were estimating his age correctly. Above all else she was a little glad that she wasn't completely alone in all this.

Now with her breathing back to normal rhythms Haruna stood straight up to look directly at the boy, one hand on her hip and the hanging at her side. "Guess I'm insane right along with you." She tried casually stating. "I'm gonna take a stab and say you're not stupid, or oblivious or anything, but that woman was not normal... God nothing is right now." She turned a hand towards the seemingly abandoned nearby city blocks. "No one, right? Not a single soul during what should be rush hour. Not to mention everything just feels... off, and I know you can tell the same, else I actually might be the only insane one here."

Haruna then sighed a shook her head. "Alright, yeah. You don't need to hear by ramblings, name's Nakano and I say we need to figure a way out of here... where ever 'here' is before Catwoman comes back for more."

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Kazuo glanced up while the girl was catching her breath, and felt a bit relieved that she decided to stay instead of keep running. Though, he couldn't help but wonder why. Wouldn't any normal schoolgirl have kept running after seeing a maniacal cosplayer chasing a high schooler? This was like something straight out of a bad anime.

As the girl spoke to him, Kazuo was still catching his breath. After commenting on their circumstances, verifying everything he had thought was strange since he left the house, she introduced herself as Nakano. The name sounded vaguely familiar. Perhaps he had heard someone talking about her, or maybe she was even in his class. Besides the usual group of girls who hounded him to style their hair and pick out products for them, he didn't really pay much attention to others in school.

Although he hadn't entirely recovered, he could at least pull himself off the ground. "Yokoyama." He began by returning the introduction. "And leaving here would be difficult, since I'm not sure where 'here' is. As far as we know, this is our city. Something's just . . . wrong. Regrettably, I have no idea why or how." He looked around, still wary of that catgirl. "I don't like being out in the open like this. We need to find somewhere safer. If we're assuming all the buildings are abandoned, then let's find a convenience store. If we're going to be here a while, we have to stock up on essentials first and foremost."

It also seemed like he would need a weapon — since he didn't have any arrows with him — but he didn't want to mention this to her. She seemed genuine, but with all this weirdness going on, he couldn't fully trust her. As for her appearance, it seemed natural, to put it one way. It didn't seem like she bothered with much, but even though it was understated, she definitely had some inherent good looks. Her attitude, though, was quite direct. All and all it was refreshing, compared to the shrieking, giggling mounds of make-up and posh he put up with.