[System]
Appearance: "What, can't you just look at me and take some notes? No? Alright fine. Reptilian, green scales, spikes trailing from the top of the head down to the end of the tail. Usual outfit of a hooded long-sleeve shirt, pants with a hole for the tail, no shoes. That good enough for ya?"

Species Name & Description: "Last I heard the going name for us was 'Reptiloids.' There's a bunch of us out here, enough to have several different factions. Not sure most of us came from the same planet originally, actually.

Favourite Side Dish: "I..uhh..whaddaya call the little yellow sweet bits? Starts with a C...cake? No...car? No, that ain't it...Corn! Yeah, corn!"

Useful Skills & Abilities: "I'm a pretty decent pilot. Used to run cargo for a bigger shipping company, before they got bought out. Had to sell my ship recently to get some cash flowing again, but my skills still hold up."

Membership Number: "%XYN)p(Xf@vlv)fL. Yes, I know there's no actual numbers in it. Don't ask me, I just read it off the back o' this badge.

An Inspirational Quote That Sums Up The Character's Personality: "A wise, long-dead human once said 'Life is like a sewer… what you get out of it depends on what you put into it.' I gotta say that you humans sure know how to make a guy laugh."

History: "Oh, you want my story? My WHOLE story? Well sit back, and get comfortable, cause its gonna be a long one..."

[User]
Joining a crew! Going on adventures! Being in confined spaces! Spaaaaaace! These things were fun. Vanessa enjoyed things that were fun. Though certainly her fun could be considered different from other versions of fun. Eating here was pretty decent, though the most fun was had when the fights broke out. Vanessa was usually found not far away with a bucket of popcorn coated eagerly with her unique sauce. Vanessa had been such a regular at Hendersons's Ribs that she had her own sauce to suit her particular tastes. The interesting thing about Vanessa was that she could frequently be found eating food, or drinking tea. This was all well and good for humans, but Vanessa wasn't quite a human. Vanessa, being a vampire, required blood for substance. Drinking blood was like taking nutrient supplements. It provided her with quite literally everything she needed in a day in a small, convenient package.

Unfortunately for everyone, Vanessa wasn't at the table. Her rifle was missing too, and a the only evidence that Vanessa had been there in the first place being a small napkin with a note scribbled upon it in what was clearly not an intentional ink that stated the prompt return of the writer. Vanessa had arrived earlier, and had actually eaten before everyone, since the consumption of something steeped with her unique sauce was frequently considered off putting to those not accustomed to the wet and coppery smell of blood, much less the consumption of it.

Vanessa gently hummed to herself as she held her hands beneath the cool, fast flowing water. Checking over them with a keen eye Vanessa held them under a bit longer before shutting the water off and pulling paper towels, one of the many inventions to stand the test of time, to dry her hands. Looking into the mirror Vanessa adjusted her glasses so that they framed her eyes neatly and rubbed her hair down into place, holding her hands aloft only for it to spring back out sporadically after a few moments. Adjusting her tie, Vanessa pulled her gloves back on and gave them a few tugs to ensure that they were taut across her hands.

Picking up her rifle from the corner, Vanessa looked one last time to the mirror and gave herself a brief smile, her fangs aligned perfectly with the rest of her teeth. Nodding at her appearance Vanessa switched off the light and stepped out of the ladies room. With a surprisingly abundant amount of space open to her, Vanessa gave her rifle a rapid twirl as she walked back towards the booth. It spun as if hovering above her left hand, before a quick swing of the arm saw it spinning just as fast above her right. In a display of her flexibility Vanessa, having planted her left foot upon the floor, raised her right foot behind her and leaned forward, using the momentum of her lean to completely raise her right foot over her head, before completing her acrobatic display by planting her right foot upon the ground in the exact spot where it would have been had Vanessa remained walking normally.

To top off this display, Vanessa kept her rifle spinning all the while. Deciding to be truly daring, Vanessa vanished with a puff of smoke when her foot hit the ground with her next step. A swift and slight breeze was felt before Vanessa reappeared where she had previously been sitting within the booth. This had been alone, right where the napkin-note Vanessa had left had indicated she had been sitting.

Vanessa's rifle sat comfortably within the crook of her arm. It lay there gently, like a date assured they weren't on the menu at a fine dinner. Vanessa gave a quick once-over to anyone currently present at the table, and gave a gentle close-lipped smile to the lot of them. Vanessa rested with her fingers woven together and legs crossed, and a polite greeting spilled from her mouth shortly after her appearance. "Guten Tag! How are vee today companions?"

Vanessa did indeed notice that Fiddlesticks was drooling a bit at the thought of his food, but she was simply too polite to mention it at this time. Vanessa's suit held her body well, and gave her an almost male appearance, though the sound of her voice and the length of her hair gave away her status as a female pretty easily, even though her slender appearance didn't lend itself to overt femininity. Vanessa didn't mind the look, though. It allowed her to be extensively flexible, which was something that Vanessa frequently took advantage of, like her acrobatics earlier.

All in all, Vanessa was quite the interesting lady, and she was likely going to go upon an interesting trip. with an interesting crew and have an interesting time along the way. It was always pleasant when things were interesting, as mundane and routine quickly drew out the devious roots of boredom and stagnation.

[Assistant]
Mmm... Adventures in space! It sounded like a fun time, especially with this crew. Toony was relatively new, having only met most of them the day before. Something about a giant spider and a swarm of bees was interesting when compared to the relatively humanoids next to them. Toony was the only robot of the crew, but at least she had learned to cooperate with the organics relatively well as to not be treated like some other robots shes seen. An example came to the table the crew was sitting at was the water bot. She figured that the poor thing probably didn't do much else other than wait tables. But if he wanted to do anything else, it was his choice, not hers. Besides, it was time for food!

"Oh, you can get me one of everything!" Toony replied at the robot waiter, the waiter a bit puzzled as to why a robot would need to eat organic food but made note of her order all the same. Being made of nanobots, she could do whatever she wanted with the food she ate, although it was mostly made into either energy, replacing spent nanobots, or probably ship parts. She figured that she'd probably be the one to repair the ship, thats usually what people had her do in the past anyway, even if she really didn't want to besides making the parts.

She gave the indication of a wide smile to the rest of the group at her order, noting that fiddlesticks was drooling over the idea of his order. She wasn't the only one to notice this, as Vanessa who came out of nowhere looked at him too.
"Hello Vanessa, I'm good. Dunno about everyone else."
Toony herself wasn't too familiar with the crew who had been around each other a bit more. It was clear in the fact that the other organics didn't run for the hills when they saw the giant spider lady. From what she had seen of most organics, they tended to be terrified of spiders.

[User]
At the table with the others were 25 small humanoids with bee wings and antennae. 2 where wearing miniature captains hats who were attempting to look as dignified as possible, 3 where dressed in with a shirt and tie and where there to do accounting for when they paid as well as to remember the new recruit's CVs. The remaining 20 were there to make up the numbers so that they actually had a presence of a swarm rather than a few small individuals that could be ignored and where dressed in the standard red jacket of The Bees. The numbers were also important so that they could activate automatic doors or make rope teams to pull open manual ones and other size reliant tasks. The Bees were either sitting on the chair, on the table or hovering between those two groups, all but the captains buzzing excitedly at being brought along. The Will was effectively popping in and out of the group, the present bee's antennae occasionally lighting up as it made sure they and the solos of the crew were OK before going back to managing the bulk takeout order operation currently being undertaken by the rest of the swarm. There would have been a mass riot if only the 25 at the table where to get those succulent ribs.

As it was the majority of the bees were currently engaged in a mass transport operation from the joints drive through to the ship, which was parked some way off as Elarin(very sensibly) wouldn't let The Bees drive, using a system of ropes, pallets and those trolley things you get at airports. Imaging the massive limestone blocks being dragged to build the pyramids except instead of slaves it's tiny bee people, instead of limestone its delicious ribs, instead of dragging it along the ground they had to contend with the uncontrollable wonky wheels on the trolleys, instead of slave drivers with whips there were angry drivers who couldn't use the drive through because of the operation shouting at them and finally that they were building a giant banquet instead of a tomb. All of this was watched in horrified fascination by the acne ridden teenagers manning the drive through. Currently things were going smoothly and casualty rates were at an acceptable level, they all knew the party they were going to throw was going to be worth it.

The Mind, having gotten the external operation into a relatively self sustaining state after much prodding and macro-management of The Bees, finally settled into the 25 just in time to watch Vanessa's theatrics. The Bees gave her a round of applause while The Mind added 'Show off' to their data on her after which The bees got down to arguing about what to order.

"Everything is going well so far miss Kiyvana."

The Bees then inform the waiter that they want Ribs coated with honey, fries with honey on the side, tomatoes, an entire lettuce, lemon sorbet, Jub Jub juice, coconuts, grubs of a scarab beetle, more honey and...

All these and more are shouted over each other in an incomprehensible mess before the mind drowns them out.

"Ignore everything the Bees just said, they will have 3 child portions of ribs, a large basket of fries, a mixed salad, a plate of Venusian sour spheres and four bowls of honey."

The Mind had spoken and given a relatively decent order, so The Bees stopped their uproar and got back to what they were doing which was a lot of low level chatter, looking over the Space Friends Monthly(mainly a the pictures) or in the case of the two captain's hat wearing Bees a rather amateurish game of chess.

[Assistant]
The space camp councillors told him he was perfect for the role. That Fiddlesticks would be the most valuable and respected member of the crew. They told him that he was meant for great things. That he was smart and ever so handsome. Well, they didn't say that second part but Fiddlesticks suspected that they were thinking it. If only they could see him then. Drooling uncontrollably like a space poodle.

Fiddlesticks salivated so much that a stream of drool flowed it's way down his chin and onto the diner table. Only after hearing the quiet yet audible splash of saliva onto the table top did Fiddlesticks realise the error of his ways. Startled by this realisation he sat bolt upright in his seat and covered his mouth with both his hands. His huge grapefruit sized eyes have never been any bigger than they were at that moment. They darted left and right rapidly, at all the other members of the crew. He hoped against hope that the cute girl with the glasses didn't notice.

Fiddlesticks made an audible gulp then dropped his hands to his sides. He let out a sigh of resignation. He thought that those guys would consider him a dork as well. But he had duty, a most honourable and sacred one! To help spread the word of Hendersons Ribs! For deliciousness! For friendship! For adventure!

"Huzzah!" yelled Fiddlesticks.

He found himself standing on his seat with his right fist pointed straight up into the air. He wore a massive smile that stretched from ear to ear. How the heck did that happen!? He didn't even remember standing up. Fiddlesticks quickly decided to play it cool and roll with it. He held his pose and his smile. He hoped that at least one other member would join in on his style of expressing jubilation.

[User]
After driving for the entire eight-hour flight to the Hederson's Ribs above Nurr-Slugg, Elarin was exhausted. Resting his head against the backrest of the booth, his claw-tipped fingers rapped against the laminated cover of the menu, as his bloodshot, glazed over eyes glanced slowly from item to item, his tongue occasionally darting out of his mouth to taste the air whenever different dishes were walked past their table by the server-robots. Eventually, a server approached the table the group was seated at, and Elarin sat up a bit as the bot spoke. "Welcome to Henderson's Ribs. I am Walter. What will it be?"

Elarin emitted whatever the reptilian equivalent of a yawn was, before sluggishly tracing a claw along the menu, answering Walter the Waiter with a worn-out voice.

"I'd like a...medium serving of ribs, a small bowl of corn, a small basket of...regular fries, and a coffee, doesn't matter what planet." With that, Elarin handed his menu over, and rested his head back against the backrest again, his head spines poking small holes in the leather upholstery. Closing his eyes, Elarin mumbled out something that sounded like "Wake me if you need me.", or maybe it was "Take these if you see peas."

Unless he was woken up by someone priorly, Elarin would carefully sit back up once the food arrived, the hiss of air being let out of the leather backing as his spines were drawn from the puncture holes they had made.


[System]
Faculty
Age: 32
Gender: Female
Appearance:

Height of 166cm
Usually dresses in smart casual clothing
Double pierced ears (though she abstains from wearing jewellery in the daytime)
The kanji for "ice" (氷) tattooed on her right shoulder blade. She has no idea how, why or when it got there. Luckily the tattoo is usually concealed by her clothing.

Personality:
During her sober state, Sakamori strives to be a responsible role model for her students. Most times, she seems like the straight-laced and no-nonsense type, though she is known to crack occasional small jokes with the students (unfortunately, it is rare to find anyone who actually laughs at her puns). Sakamori is firm but fair when it comes to her students. She is always willing to dispense wisdom for her pupils or stay behind to help with homework, which has gained her the respect of many of her colleagues and students.

However, when she is inebriated, Sakamori's personality undergoes a Jekyll and Hyde-esque transformation. Her disciplined manner becomes polarised, and she becomes uncontrolled and impulsive. Drunk Sakamori (or "the other one" as Sakamori calls her) is always looking for a good time, provoking friends and foe alike into a fight or other usually unadvised escapades. The transformation to Drunk Sakamori can be attributed by a permanent goofy smile, a slight blush on her cheeks, and unbuttoned clothing. Due to the sheer embarrassment of her inebriated state Sakamori refuses to drink in the company of others, though what she does during her nights out is a whole 'nother matter.

Skills:
Qualified to teach Maths and Chemistry
Trained in First Aid
4th Dan Aikido Practitioner
Gardening (Faculty Adviser for the Gardening Club)

Equipment:
Ritual Device – A thick silver bracelet inscribed with the phrase "deo Sucelo" and adorned with a small golden hammer charm. Bracelet is a bit hefty due to the machinery inside. As a result of her Pact with the Gallo-Roman deity, Sucellus, once Sakamori's sobriety level passes from "tipsy" to "drunk", the contracted god appears. Sucellus himself is quite mild and benevolent, contrary to what his association with alcohol would imply. He takes the form of a bearded middle aged man in a robe.
Handbag – Sakamori-sensei's handbag has been an enigma to the students of Otsuki Academy, so much so that they have dubbed it the "Cave of Wonders" and declared it the second of "The Seven Mysteries of Otsuki Academy". The handbag itself is a standard brown tote with a distinctive Doraemon keychain that her niece had gifted her with during the summer, but it is the contents of the bag that intrigue the occupants of the Academy. Sakamori had been sighted to pull many mundane but out-of-place items from the bag. Attached below is an incomplete list of items in the bag that was confiscated during detention from some students who broke into the Staff Room:
 Tube of sunscreen (in the middle of winter?)
 Pack of tampons
 Second iPhone that refused to turn on
 Binoculars
 Hairbrush (suspiciously heavy)
 NES cartridge (label was too worn out to identify game)
 Empty mug (also suspiciously heavy)
 Walkman
 Painkillers/headache medicine
Novelty Flask – Given as a present for her 30th birthday by the faculty, it is a green flask adorned with the statement, "According to chemistry, alcohol is a solution". Sakamori enjoyed the joke and keeps the gift on her at all times.

Abilities:
In simple terms, Sakamori's Ritual Device gives her the ability to "exaggerate" things. If a hose is trickling water, Sakamori can boost the spray to the level of a broken fire hydrant. If there is a lit match, Sakamori can make it become a raging inferno, given that there is enough fuel to sustain its exaggerated form. Sakamori cannot boost the growth of organic matter or use her powers to heal people unless there is already an external magical force promoting the growth or healing. She can only boost things one at a time. This power makes her a very effective support fighter.
The Ritual Device also gives her enhanced strength and speed, while changing her usual aikido fighting style to something reminiscent of the "Drunken Fist" style found in the sects of Chinese martial arts. Her erratic and unpredictable fighting style, partnered with her enhanced strength and speed, makes Sakamori a formidable opponent even without her Ritual Device's primary ability. Whether or not this style is a product of Sucellus' powers or her own ability is up for debate.

Brief Backstory:
Born to a family that owned one of the country's oldest aikido dojos, Kuzunao Sakamori was raised by a family of discipline and honor. Kuzunao was taught the family practice at a young age as well as other traditional Japanese arts, though the latter has been long forgotten due to disuse. She was a kind and precocious child, quickly mastering aikido while also befriending the groundskeepers of her large home when her family was away at tournaments. Despite her many interests and talents, Sakamori decided to study to become a teacher. It was only during a college party when she discovered her unusually high alcohol tolerance, and the manifestation of her other self and Ritual Device at another college party later on in her first year.
Sakamori has been teaching at Otsuki Academy for five years as of present. Despite her efforts to hide it, everyone knows the conditions of the Ritual Device and often light-heartedly tease her about it.

Position: Maths Teacher

[User]
Orimono
A sense of urgency trails behind at the fringes of my thought processes—I'm not completely confident that my scheduled combat training hadn't started yet—as I make your way through the tiled hallways to the complete other side of campus. This urgency expressed as more than a slight frantic skip in my gait. This was in no small part the result of the fact that the sun had moved only a bit up from the horizon from when I had first closed my eyes this morning to opening them again.

Or maybe it had been a full day? I didn't really have much time to check the time (or date) between throwing on the uniform and opening my eyes enough to wake up; in that order, mostly.

"There's no sense in rushing," came a youthful voice off to my left side, though I don't feel confident enough with my current motor control skills to spare any visual attention away from the strained relationship of the floor and my feet to see which one of them- It? Which side maybe? was speaking. Some days I know exactly who it was, this wasn't one of them. "A few more minutes now isn't going to make a difference."

The voice is slightly more feminine, that and I catch a glimpse of ribbon-bound raven hair as I round the corner. It was blessing that no one else was present in the hall to see my legs forgetting how to work just long enough to half slide, half stumble into my new direction of motion.

"And there is a much faster way to get around." This time from the right side. I know exactly what she's referring to, and it makes my (empty) stomach churn from the thought.

"Oh god, no," I realize the futility of addressing a god with the phrase only after it leaves my mouth. Brain to mouth filter being another causality of possibly under/oversleeping.

Moving five feet was hard enough that way, pulling oneself instantly across the academy was a less than inviting prospect. Being shoved halfway through a wall would be very less than ideal for my state of mind.

Thankfully, it doesn't have to end that way; the door to the training room was just ahead. I slow down to a more sedate pace as you approach, flattening out the wrinkles in my uniform and running a hand through my hair as I go to at least make the fact that I'd been nearly running not immediately obvious. Unfortunately, I were so focused on that, it's not until I pass through the door and run straight into a student (Ruri-something or another?) leaving the room that I realize the facility is currently occupied.

"Oh hey."

Naturally, Omecihuatl chooses that moment to bail on me.

"You uh, wouldn't happen to know what time it is?"

@HereComesTheSnow@VitaVitaAR@Raineh Daze

[Assistant]
Rundstrom Makoto

Makoto sighed and rubbed the back of his head. She was right. They had to win and thus they had to do the things they don't want to do. "Maybe I should make that my goal to win instead of just thinking of the pride of the school." He said before following it up with a light chuckle.

Noticing that his senior closed her eyes, he curiously asked, "Are you feeling sleepy? I can go if you want." He honestly said. Makoto did disturb her earlier so if she wanted him to leave, he would happily oblige. There were tons of students out there anyway. The thought of training crossed his mind but he quickly threw that out. Maybe tomorrow.

[User]
Jennifer White

The goddess's retaliation was directed entirely at thin air; the blonde had taken the teacher's immediate suggestion and left the room. Had she stayed to listen, the most pertinent point after working out that it was a Roman goddess that had gone and messed things up would have been that she wasn't a barbarian. It might have been years since she'd been in English history lessons but it wasn't like she had completely forgotten that Roman Britain was a thing--or that towards the end, everyone was a citizen. Unless the goddess was going to call even the people of Rome barbarians...

Nonetheless, Jen remained blissfully unaware of her mistaken nationality as she stepped past a student heading the other way and headed for the changing rooms. Back into uniform, go home and get changed again, then make dinner, probably. It wasn't like anyone was going to stop her if she stayed away from delinquents.

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Tachibana Kaede

"I'm not sleepy, it's just the sun," Kaede explained, deciding that it really was too much of a bother to stay like this and sitting up only to lie down once more, with the sun behind rather than in her face. There probably wasn't too long she could stay before having to go home and help with her siblings, especially putting the smaller ones to bed. They seemed to find her enormous strength with those arms a challenge...

"Do you have any brothers or sisters, Makoto-kun?"

[Assistant]
Hoshino Akira

"Oi oi, when I said everyone leave and cool down, that meant you too, goddess," said a sighing Akira, placing her hand on the boy's shoulder ... and forcing him down to her level again, leaving him a casualty in her attempts to admonish a deity once more. Really, this was just getting way too out of hand. Next time she had any of the students in her PE class, she'd have to work them extra hard so they could get these frustrations out. That only made sense, didn't it?

Her hand still forcing the boy down, she glanced over towards the girl who had entered later.

"The room should still be working fine," she explained, "I'll even be hanging around to make sure nothing else happens here. Even if they're not typically damaged like that, they're made to handle this kind of thing. The floor's not going to stop the simulations from working."

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Adachi Ruriko

Ruriko's irritable march out of the training room continued, even as she heard the commotion behind her. That didn't matter, aside from making her a fair bit more annoyed about everything involved in the situation. The mock battle she'd started had been completely ruined. She'd have to train elsewhere. Someone with less stupid people. There were other training rooms, or she could even simply head home... yes, going home could also pose an excellent option. The Adachi family mansion held a rather large outdoor area that could allow for training.

Ruriko would simply pick the option that lead to the least annoyance.

But then another girl ran right into her. The tiny black-haired girl stumbled back for a moment with a yelp of surprise, before catching herself. Her annoyance swelled, after nearly being knocked over, and she looked up at the other girl in frustration. Really? She must not have been watching where she was going at all.

"It's probably around five," Ruriko said, irritation evident in her tone, "But your inattentiveness makes me wonder exactly how much training would help you."

[User]
"...I... I was..."

Today was quickly becoming one of Ushio's more embarrassing experiences, the young maid found. Why did Hiromi have to question her so much...? Then again, why couldn't she just answer honestly? It wasn't like changing in the bathroom was all that shameful, right? Probably? Yet it seemed to be an action far beyond Ushio's capabilities. The far easier thing to do was clearly to just move on and forget!

Darting a few paces forward, Ushio slapped on a nervous grin as she faced the drill-haired girl and said, "N-nevermind! We should hu-hurry, the, uh... the food might get cold! Y-yeah, that!"

[Assistant]
Sakamori took a deep breath. God, she hoped that this wouldn't be a mistake.

"A simple spar. No Ritual Technology, no other weapons either. I will make sure to supervise. I won't let anything happen to either combatants."

"Now we could go down and find a classmate willing to have a spar with you or-"

Here came the leap of faith.

"If you don't have any objections, I could be your opponent. I have the necessary training and qualifications to ensure that your spar doesn't result in anything … unfortunate."

She held her breath, fingers absentmindedly brushing over the flask in her back pocket. Dammit, why was she so nervous about this? He was just a student. She looked at him, glanced at the hands that had almost bludgeoned someone to death. She could still see the after-image of the blood splatters on his palms. She banished the image from her mind and returned her focus to retaining her calm demeanour. She wasn't going to let this student endure his pain any longer just because she couldn't keep her pokerface.

"Of course it doesn't have to happen today," she added a bit hastily, "but I would recommend that you address the problem sooner than later."


[System]
Biographical Information
Nickname(s): Jen, Jin, Jenni.
Date of Birth: February 9, 1973 Aquarius
Skills/Abilities: Reptile & Sword-Handling Expert; Master of Kendo, Iaido, Kenjutsu, Kung-Fu, Chi-Gong & Tessenjutsu; Stealth, Self-Hibernation, Decelerated Aging, Scale Generation, Aiming Proficiency & Enhanced Durability/Lungs/Smell.
Weapon(s) of Choice: Single Katana and Tessen.
Occupation(s): Zoo Keeper (formerly); Vigilante.

Physical Description
Specie(s): Human (formerly); Reptilian-Hybrid.
Gender: Female.
Height: 5' 7".
Hair Color: Dark Brown-Black.
Eye Color: Brown.

Overview (Brief Summary): Originated from Beijing, Jennifer was adopted and raised in the traditions of a Japanese family in America. Spending most of her life traveling, whilst having to develop a warm heart for animals, she eventually settled down in New York, where she became a keeper and specialist of the Reptile House at the Central Park Zoo...before one night changed her life forever. At closing time, she came into contact with a mysterious substance that somehow fused her DNA with one of the lizards at the zoo.

Personality: Strong-Willed, Brave/Courageous, Wise, Astute, Sisterly, Patient, Calm, Mature, Independent, Inspiring, Caring/Selfless, Intelligent, Resourceful, Creative, Protective, Confident, Fair/Honorable, Tenacious, Modest, Thoughtful, Reliable.

Out-Of-Universe Information
Face Claim: Zhang Ziyi

[User]
"That was close!"

As if on cue, Mikey appeared right next to April, who jumped on the spot for his sudden appearance. Jennifer wondered whether if it was the art of misdirection, or just the mastery of stealth that made him unnoticeable to them. "Time to switch to decaf, April", he chirped, just as the others were coming out of hiding.

"That was really impressive", Jennifer praised their ability to camouflage with their surroundings, which apparently caused Mikey to fluster and giggle at the compliment.

[Assistant]
Charlie yelped in surprise as Raph came out from under the futon, never having seen nor felt him underneath. She hoped she didn't accidentally squish him while he was hiding under there. Had she known she would have gotten up.

"It really was. You guys have to teach us how to do that. If you don't mind that is." She said, a faint blush appearing on her cheeks.

[User]
"I can do it too. I just haven't used it yet", Jennifer shrugged with a sheepish smile. "Cool! Next time, I want to see you blend in, like us", Mikey excitedly suggested, almost sounding like it was a dare. "I could give it a go", the Asian smiled, making the younger turtle blush a little, with another giggle. It was rather amusing to her, making the others groan.

"I should get ready for work. Will you guys be hanging out here when I get back?", April asked, almost concerned on leaving them alone.

"We'll be okay. Just as long as you come back, safely", Jennifer said, reassuring the woman that they won't be going anyway.
Not that they had to, right?

[Assistant]
"We can handle ourselves, April. We'll be okay." Charlie assured her with a smile. Of course they'd still be here, they had nowhere to go really, especially if the Foot was looking for them. She gave her a wave as she left before grabbing her things and heading to the bathroom to change. She sighed softly as she processed everything that happened within the last day.

They had met four teenage brothers who were different like her and Jen, befriended them, they lost their mentor and father, and were now camping out here as a safe haven. She sighed softly, realizing how much had happened in so little time.

[User]
April was almost reluctant to leave her new friends alone in the apartment, although she reassured herself that they won't be going anywhere to find trouble, especially since whoever kidnapped Splinter, may as well as be looking for them. So, everything should be fine, for the time being. She found herself rather thankful and lucky to have met these individuals, considering that the least Miss O'Neil could do, was give them a place to lay low.

When Charlie left the bathroom, Raphael silently watched her, not saying anything, but let the wheels in his head turn, at their current situation.

A few hours after the human woman left, the girls and the brothers hung out in the living room; the television going on in the background, as they tried to find ways to pass the time. Jennifer decided that this would be the perfect time to teach Charlie some basic physical combat. Revolving around that of self-defense, instead of straight-up educating her on something more complex, topics for beginners were the best place to start. After a meditation session with the eldest turtle, Charlotte can practice on her punches and kicks with Jennifer, causing Raphael to get distracted every once in a while.

"This is beginning to sound less and less like your common, garden-variety subway mugging..."

The brothers crowded around the television, with the exception of Raphael, who sat on the couch.
"She's a good reporter", Leonardo pointed out.
"She's a babe!", Mikey corrected him, causing Jennifer to chuckle nearby.

"...known as the Foot"
"I'm sorry, the 'Foot'?"
"Yeah, I know it sounds like a funky club for podiatrists, but I've been speaking with a lot of Japanese-Americans for the past few days, who say that our recent crime wave is reminiscent of a secret band of ninja thieves, who once operated in Japan."

Taking a break with Charlie, Jennifer went to get some water for herself and her "adopted sister", while listening.

"Are the police looking into this?"
"I've included everything in my statement, but I doubt very much that Chief Sterns is taking this possible connection seriously."

Giving Charlotte her bit of refreshment, Jennifer stood on the spot, watching the television, after taking a gulp.

"You still haven't told us how you got away from your attacker"
"It's really quite incredible. Some citizens of New York actually came to my rescue. Who says everyone in the Big Apple looks the other way? Seriously, June, I would like to take this opportunity to thank them: Jennifer, Charlie....and if he's watching, thanks, Raphael".

[Assistant]
Charlie practiced with Jennifer on some self defense which she was thankful for, even with Leo and Donnie giving her some pointers and helping with her stances. She proved to be a good learner although not a one hundred percent great fighter. She was still learning after all.

Her attention turned to the TV as April started speaking snorting at Mikey's comment about April. Boys. She gave Jen a little nod of thanks for the water before looking back as April mentioned being rescued, blinking a few times upon hearing her thank not only Jen and Raph but Charlie herself as well.

Her attention was broken as Mikey pointed at Raph. "Look! I think he's blushing! I think he's actually turning red."

[User]
Jennifer and the brothers were patient with Charlie, as she was just learning the ways of combat. Mistakes and mishaps were common, as the turtles themselves weren't masters as of yet, in spite of one claiming otherwise; they were still students under the guidance of a mentor. All it took, was a bit of practice. Although in Jen's case, she was self-taught, rather than one taking instruction from a teacher. However, she was modest, and took this particular experiences as a way of taking pointers, in order to correct the things she initially thought were perfect.

Everyone was learns something new, everyday.

That last comment apparently pushed it for the red-bandannaed alpha-like turtle, as he threw his sai into the floor, near one of his brothers' legs, causing Jennifer to flinch. "...maybe not", Donatello took it back quick, until Raphael reached over to take his weapon back. "So what do we do now?!", he demanded, frustrated. "What do you mean, 'what do we do now?", Leo questioned, wondering what was getting his rebel of a brother so worked up.

"Splinter's out there somewhere!", he was clearly upset, causing Jennifer to close her eyes, once that very topic was brought up.

"I know Splinter's out there", the leader was being remarkably calm, in contrast to Raphael's aggression. Unfortunately, they don't seem to be rubbing off each other nicely, as soon as Donnie and Mikey decided to retreat into the kitchen.

"What are we gonna do about it?!"
"What can we do about it? April's our only link to these guys. We have to wait until she comes up with something".
"Oh, so that's the plan from our 'great leader', huh?"

"Guys...", Jennifer voiced from where she was, hoping that her words would calm them down, but it didn't seem to work.

"...just sit here on our butts!"
"I never said I was a great leader".
"You sure act like it, sometimes!"
"Yeah? Well, you act like a jerk, sometimes, you know that! And this attitude of yours isn't helping anything".

"...guys!", she tried again. Emotions were being thrown around, and it was painful to watch, especially at a dangerous time. like this. The last thing they needed right now was for them to split up. Her words seemed to make them stop, but it didn't seem to stop Raphael.

"Yeah, well, maybe I'll just take my attitude and leave!"
"Why don't you?"
"I will!"
"Good!"
"Great!"
"Go ahead! We don't need you!"

And the rebel turtle was out the door, causing Jennifer to sigh in sadness and disappointment.

[Assistant]
A little squeak escaped Charlie as the sai hit the floor, startled by the sudden movement. She noted that Raph apparently didn't like being teased, especially if he was in a bad mood. Speaking of, he was clearly upset when asking about the next course of action. Upon hearing Raph speak of Splinter, her heart sank a little. He still had hope in finding his father figure. She glanced at Leo, wondering how he could be so calm about all this. Surely he was just upset about Splinter's disappearance as Raph.

"Fight?"

"Fight."

"Kitchen?"

"Kitchen." Mikey and Donnie exchanged before leaving to get out of the verbal gunfire about to ensue. Charlie watched the two older brothers as she realized the younger two were right. Clearly Leo's calm demeanor wasn't going over well with Raph.

"Leo!" She exclaimed as he called Raph on his attitude and a jerk. From her point of view, it was uncalled for. They were fighting, tearing a rift between their brotherly bond that wasn't repairing any time soon. She watched as Raph stormed off, Leo yelling they didn't need him.

Something within her snapped as she glared daggers at Leo. "How could you say that to your own brother?! He's your family! The last thing you all need is losing him too!" She yelled at him.

"You're supposed to be the leader...but all you're doing is pushing him away. Way to go, Leo." She said before leaving as well, trying to find Raph in hopes of helping him calm down and keep him safe.

[User]
By the time Charlotte slammed the door, everyone was silent - Mikey and Donatello were left speechless, as they sat quietly in the kitchen.

"Pork rind?"
"Pork rind."

Jennifer sighed sadly, before turning to the eldest turtle in the room.
"Words can pierce your opponents like bullets; it can graze them yet harm them. Raphael is hurting, Leonardo; not to mention, heartbroken. I'm not saying you don't seem the same, but both of you are dealing with it differently. I can see that you are a calm, clear-headed individual, but that doesn't mean you can shut Raphael out, by not acknowledging for how he is feeling, and because of that, he feels that no one understands. Why do you think Charlie left?"

The blue swordsman looked at her, having to be surprised to be given a wise lecture from one of their new friends. There was something about Jennifer that left quite an impression on the three brothers; an older sister, someone who can give the best advice possible. Her words circled around in his head, shortly before he looked at the floor, almost ashamed. The Asian girl walked towards him, and gently grasped his hand. They didn't say anything, but let her touch alone comfort him.

Meanwhile, on the roof, Raphael was doing everything he can to let his anger go.
He wasn't aware of being pursued by Charlie, who followed him.

[Assistant]
Charlie had heard the door to the roof close after she started to head downstairs, changing her direction to find the red bandanaed turtle in hopes of at least talking to him or finding another way to calm him down. She arrived in time to see him angrily punching and kicking the air. She figured he was letting off steam imagining he was fighting the Foot, or worse, Leo.

"Raph? You okay?" She asked, letting him know she was there. She didn't want to anger him further if he eventually saw her, figuring letting him know would avert an accidental attack. "What Leo said back there...I'm sure he didn't mean it. Both of you are upset about this and said things you didn't mean to." She said.

[User]
Punches and kicks to the air seem to be the right way of releasing the anger he was harboring. Splinter's very absence was taking its toll, and the longer they sit around, the bigger the chances were that their master may be gone permanently. Doesn't Leo understand this? They can't stay stationary. Giving grunts and groans of frustration, Raphael sighed, shortly before he heard the voice of Charlotte, a short ways behind him. What was she doing here?

Looking over the side of the building, and over at the streets below, he didn't answer her, but rather, gave a sniff; whether out of sadness or anger, the rebel shook his head, trying to force these troubled feelings to just disappear. Her words were launching towards him, and he didn't look at her. "He's out there; I know it", he said, seemingly ignoring what she was telling him.


[System]
Character Sheet Outline
I am not one to be picky with character sheets. For the most part, you'll see that it's pretty straight forward.

Sin: (What is your character's associated sin?)
AKA: (All the characters are infamous. So what is their boisterous title?)
Power Rating: 10,000 (There is one stat to track in this RP, and since all of the main characters are so legendary, their Power Ratings are going to start at OVER 9,000!!! And they can get even stronger with time.)

Appearance: (Do your best to find a picture online. Then feel free to post a description underneath the picture. If you can't find a good picture, leave a solid description and I'll help you find one.)

Personality: (Their sin is important to their personality, but that's not all that there is to these characters. Give us one solid paragraph on their personality, or two smaller ones. We'll get a deeper feel for them through IC writing.)

Biography: (Again, their sin will probably effect their backstory, but get creative. Tell us why your character has become infamous. What made them who they are? I'm putting a minimum of three solid paragraphs on this and no maximum. However, be considerate of the fact that your character is one of seven main characters. Don't write a whole book... just the synopsis.

Weapons, Inventory, Spells, Skills, and All-That-Jazz: (This RP is more about writing than the nitty-gritty. I'd like you to include enough of these things to give your character an official feel, but don't stress out about it too much. These are the spices that flavor our soup, not the substance that fills us.)

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I'll be adding more background information about the RP later, but here are the highlights that might help you with your character sheets:

The main setting for our RP is an extremely large and slightly futuristic city (yet to be named). There are many districts throughout the city. It's not official and there are no strict borders, but the districts do divide up wealth classes and races (just like a real city). Elves, dwarves, humans, spirits, and more all live in this city, and generally keep to their own districts. But there are districts like Downtown, Midtown, and other major hubs where the races and classes mingle more than others.

Some parts of the city look very futuristic. Others are run down. In the rich parts of the city, you'll find hover cars (not flying cars). And in the poorest parts of the city, you can still find animal drawn wagons and dirt roads.

Your characters don't have to be from the city (especially the Demon and the Angel). There are lands outside the city, but this is the largest city on the planet and is, in fact, this world's official capitol.

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Final Note: Feel free to format your character sheet however you like. I am not holding anyone to an aesthetic standard, just make sure the required information is there.

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Vrathe City: The Capitol of Chronus

Vrathe City is the capitol of the world. It is the largest city on the planet, and it is filled with all walks of life. Humans, elves, orcs, gnomes, dragonborn and more, every race on the planet can be found living in this wonderful city.

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NOTE: The Dark District and other subterranean districts are not displayed on the map.

Dark District is located to the west of the Downtown District and south west of the Green District.

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From the sterile surroundings of the Governing District, elected officials create the laws that run the planet. These officials are elected by the people and represent every race and every corner of the planet. Every building in this district serves a purpose in making it all possible. Security is very high here, especially around the President's building.

In the center of Vrathe City, life is booming. During the day, the streets crawl with business men and women on their way to and from the office. Restaurants and shops are on every block, and when night falls, the bars and dance clubs turn on their lights. This district is one of the richer ones. It is ran by full blooded humans and elves, while half-breeds and those that can almost pass for human/elf tend to work in the restaurants, shops, clubs, and so on. Those with a more monstrous appearance are treated as such.

Only the richest of the rich can afford a day of luxury in the Fashion District. Even driving around here costs money, as half of all roads have tolls. The shops, restaurants, and leisure activities here are top of the line in every way. With so much money floating around, this district has more security that any other, and that's not even counting the banks. Not one terrorist attack has ever succeeded here.

The Green District lies a few districts to the west. At one point in time, it was considered the Downtown District and was inhabited by humans. But when the air around this area became too polluted, the humans began construction on present day Downtown. Unphased by the pollution, orcs, half-orcs, goblinoinds, and others of the kind remained behind. The area is now a crime ridden, concrete jungle, where humans are scarcely found and rarely welcomed. Only the strong survive here.

The Red District is one of Vrathe City's most crime ridden areas, especially in crime of trafficking and prostitution. Despite the danger, many people flock here every day to visit or work in one of the districts many night clubs and sanctioned brothels. All races/species are welcomed equally, but being an attractive and feminine member of your species or walking down the wrong alley may land you in a bad situation.

Roughly translated from an old forgotten language, 'spero' means 'hope'... a well known, ironic fact. This district is one of the oldest, a forgotten and forsaken place in the south. It is the poorest district of them all. The only bright side here is that when everyone is focused on surviving, no one is concerned with race. Hence, wretched souls of every race can be found living together here, in a depressed state of harmony.

The Old Industrial District lies on the South East edge of Vrathe City. Work conditions here are horrible, and only half of the factories and warehouses are actually operational. The other half are breeding grounds for crime and havens for the homeless. This district shares a border with the Spero District. As such, many Spero district inhabitants commute here to work, via a rusty train.

On the sunniest of days, the Dark District only receives the faintest of glows through the wide winding tunnels that eventually find their way here. Deep beneath ground, under the western part of Vrathe, the Dark District is primarily filled with Dark Elves and Dark Spirits. This district's economy centers around the rare gems that are only found at this depth. Officially, the crime rate here is low, but that is only due to a very corrupt and oppressive police force.

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[Assistant]
Jane awoke from the ashcan in the far corner of her office right below the sign above bearing the symbol for no smoking. Her hair a mess and suit with a few wrinkles she made her way over to her desk her answering machine had over thirty messages. With a soft smile she pressed the delete button. Turning to her monitor she looked at her email and started to read. They were requests for work or sick time or vacations for family. These made her happy because they were electric prayers. People hoping to her for answers and she felt it was her responsibility to answer them in the most confounding way. For those with time off she gave it to the one person she chose to be the new target in the office. This insured all their pent up angst went to them and not her. It was normally the one that did the most work and wanted the most time. After approving that one worker, Jane started to deny the others and some she asked for them to resubmit for different times knowing that they only wanted the times they asked for in the first place and would have to loose money to reschedule. As she worked to do less the phone rang she let it go to voice mail. She truly got a perverse joy out of calling them back five minutes before the close of business and playing phone tag. Never letting them get anywhere but encouraging them to try. In front of her office there was a figure at the front of her door a bout twenty minutes until she was required to see them. Jane gave a soft sigh of ecstasy watching the figure out there waiting patiently to see her. Watching to see if he gave up or stood there was better than any game show. Her heart gave a tiny flutter as Jane started to hear more flocking to her door. Two minutes until nine she looked outside to see them all in a single line down the side of the hall. Leaving the door open she turned off her computer. "Next." She said in a mono toned voice.

The first guy entered he was in a suit and well groomed. Sitting down, "Ms. Smith. I'm from the director of infrastructure and development and I have been trying to get the signature for approval on much needed transportation projects. I sent you the documents along with the required signatures and permits in tripplicate awaiting you to sent them up to get the final approval. I need them done today so we can begin. All the material was bought last month and the equipment is just sitting on site waiting for the approval to begin work and the funding for the job positions."

Jane smiled a calm smile. "I understand. I have just returned from vacation and am more than willing to accommodate you. However my computer is down and the minute I can get tech support here to fix the issue I can begin to review and approve your request. However I noticed you failed to mention the approval from the appropriations committee and it would have their signature before reaching this office."

A vein from his upper temple jumped up. "But Ms. Smith I cant get that without the approval from higher on the project as a whole!"

"I'm very sorry but this is the way it is done. If it gets a signature now then you could bypass the appropriation committee and begin work. We cant allow this."

The guy leaned forward gripping the armrests. "But the committee doesn't reconvene for another month and they are back logged two months as it is. Everything needed to begin construction is ready for my district except for payroll. My voters wanted this done over a year ago!"

Jane looked calm. "I'm sorry there is an outline I am forced to follow and my hands are tied." She waited for him to give up and leave before asking for the next person in line.

[User]
Downtown District - Late Evening

Arthur sat in a small booth in a small cafe. He was dressed in male skin, because he didn't want to be noticed. Males attract less attention, even ones as strikingly handsome has himself. People generally ignore men as long as they don't smile or make eye contact. Attractive women aren't afforded such anonymity. Arthur learned these truths many, many years ago.

Today was like any other for the crusading angel. He would lay low and use his senses to detect mall intent in the surrounding area. And even though the sun hadn't set yet, he could already feel another kind of darkness stirring in the air. The sensation put a foul taste in his mouth, more foul than the coffee he sipped.

But he could not act on the first sign of trouble, no more than he could stop sipping his drink and risk being asked to leave the cozy shop. He would have to wait until he felt something truly disturbing, such as a demon or a soul too corrupt to let live any longer. Anything less would be a waste of his power and could possibly scare away the big fish. That's basically what this was after all... fishing.

After two and a half hours of waiting, Arthur decided to leave the shop. One could only order so many coffees and pretend to read a book before looking suspicious. So he got up and left without a word. He stepped outside, into the light of a setting sun, and began to walk. Patience. That was the name of the game. He would move on to the next spot, probably a dive bar. There he would take the far corner of the bar and order anything but booze.

That was the plan... until he felt a spike of evil in the air. It was distant, many blocks to the south, but it was worth investigating. With a target in mind, his strides became longer and more determined. But he didn't stand out too much. He could easily pass for a business man on his way home after a long day's work.


[System]
Gender: Male

Race: Human

Age: 25

Title/Nickname: Sir Sinnet ; Knight Sinnet ; The Radiant.

Kingdom of birth: Silvercliff.

Worship: N/A

Magical affinity: Sun and Stone

Skills:

As a man, Adolin is quite graceful with his tongue and can be charismatic or intimidating. He's naturally fit and lean, having the body of fighter. Though not considered as a scholar by any means, he is still quite logical and is a quick-thinker.

As a seasoned adventurer, Adolin has acquired quite a variety of skills that allows him to sustain for long periods of time in the wild. He's adept at hunting and gathering, knowing where to find beneficial herbs and how to locate sources of fresh water. He's quite disciplined due to having experienced true hunger and thirst during many of his travels, allowing him to have an increased physical endurance as he learned how to manage with low resources. He's mediocre at medicine, knowing only the basics of first aid and the simplest of antidotes and rely mostly on using his Sun affinity to heal minor wounds - he knows just enough for him to get by to the next city if he were caught in a dire situation.

As an Arcane Knight, Adolin is an experienced fighter and caster. To put it simply, he's fluid with the sword and shield, as well as being adept with most weapons and hand-to-hand combat, which allows him to be versatile and adaptive to any fighting scenarios. These are the skills that truly made him into a successful adventurer, as he had gone into the depths of the hellish unknown and somehow found his way back.

Equipment:

Adolin is garbed in a light, traveler's armor that consists of highly-durable leather and cotton, and is then accentuated with steel guards located on his sword-bearing shoulder, elbows, and knees. His armor is custom made, having hidden pockets and sewn-in pouches, as well as having a traveler's hood. He also carries around a small traveler's pack that contains the essentials for his journey, ranging from medicine to seasonings, to a firestarter kit. His signature weapon is his curved, combat sword in his left hand, and a light-weight steel shield on his right - both have been tempered to be utilized with magics.

Favorite spells:

His primary affinity of the Sun allows Adolin to super-heat his blade, creating a deadly weapon that will cut metal, like parchment. His shield, on the other hand, is tempered to hold the charges of the affinity, which then in turn is able to release it as a burst of light that can stun his enemies. In combat, his magic makes it seem like he is wielding the rays of the sun itself, thus had been given the nickname of Radiant.

With his secondary and weaker affinity of the Stone, it enhances him more passively by gaining him short bursts of strength and defense during combat, and allows him to manipulate small stones as projectiles, or cause very small quakes to disrupt his enemy.

Character backround history:

Nothing special could be sead about Adolin Sinnet ; in fact, his upbringing could be compared to any ordinary middle-class citizen living within Silvercliff. He is the son to Gavin and Erma Sinnet, a small-time blacksmith and a kind tailor respectively. They had lived in a small agricultural village that was on the outskirts of the Kingdom of Silvercliff, where the boy spend his childhood years growing up with a playful and rebellious streak. Though he never meant any harm and loved the villagers just as he would his own family, Adolin had become quite an infamous troublemaker and prankster as child.

He did not know it for a long time, but the reason for his recklessness was the cause of his boredom - in truth, he did not want to pick up the forge like his father wanted, or the sickle like his peers did. No, what he sought after was excitement. He wanted to see the world, to feel the thrill that he knew would change his life forever. So when the yearly recruitment of the Order of the Arcane Knights rode through his village on his thirteenth birthday, he bid his friends and family a heartfelt farewell before venturing into the Capitol, where the story of a particular and formidable Arcane Knight began.

By my knighthood I swear: "I swear to by my life, the Knights, and my sword!"

[User]
One could hear a cracking sound as Khar smashed the head of an squire of the order on the pavement. He took a bite from the piece of chicken in his right hand while the squire moaned in pain.
"Stand up boy. If this would have been a real fight you would have been dead.", Khar had the reputation as one of the hardest trainers of the order. He never let his students catch a break or get away with failure. "In a few years you will thank me for that broken nose! Now get up!", the young squire stood up and cleaned the blood of his face with his hand. "That is the spirit! Now attack, this is no fun for both of us boy.", the only reason Khar trained squires was because he was ordered to. He hates to fight against opponents that were so much weaker than him, training against a knight however...

Just as he said that a courier ran in the trainingshall. "Sir, you are ordered to visit Grandmaster Edward!", the courier proclaimed and showed a document. Khar blocked the attack of his trainee and swiped his legs away, then he directed his attention to the courier. "And why is that errant boy? What does the Grandmaster want?", he slowly got closer to the courier and pierced him with his eyes. The courier tried to stutter something when Khar disrupted him with his laugh, "Dont worry errant boy, I will go see the old Edward immediately, you go search for the others."

Khar took his weapon and left. "Training is over for today."

[Assistant]
On the porch of one of the city's numerous taverns, Quill sat with his feet up on the railing an his hands behind his head. Presently, he sung one of the few Silvercliff tales he'd picked up from bards outside of the city. Were he in a more mischievous mood, he might have instead sung an Al Zidoan hymn and see what sort of ruckus he could stir up. But then, the tavern catered mostly to Li Lian transients anyway, so he wouldn't have much luck.

He glanced down and saw a few coins had been tossed into his upturned hat. Charity was one of the things the city had going for it, all of the noble folk held onto their spare coin like a child would their greens. If he put effort into his songs and jests, Quill rarely had to worry about paying for a place to stay out of his own pocket. However, upon a second look, he saw that coins were not the only thing filling the cap, but amidst them as well was a small piece of parchment. Sitting up, he saw the figure of a page scurrying away, and figured the boy was in enough of a hurry to warrant not presenting whatever he needed to.

The letter was plain enough, more than likely a spare ready for such instances, but the message itself was far more interesting. Sir Edward himself requesting a gathering of knights? And the man had seen fit to list his name among them? Oh, happy day indeed! Quill all but sprung from his seat, a flurry of giggles as he emptied the coins in his hat onto the ground and plopped it upon his head. The Arcane Bastion was impossible to miss, and he made quick work of navigating the streets up to its grand base. He'd never met any others of the Order, or rather, the ones he'd met had been in passing, and either wrote him off as a jester, or simply never interacted. It was a pity, really, of all the patiences in Sophitia, he was so tempted to try the knights'.

So Quill resigned to wait for a while outside of the bastion, to sit down upon its great steps and sing once again. Beneath its sanctuary he felt free to sing just about any of the melodies he could remember, and given the amount of time he still had to pass, he ran through quite a few. From tundra cantors and mockeries of the Li Lian beast folk, to ballads of past Silvercliff kings and a few hushed blasphemes from the deeper crypts in Al Zidoa. So much history, all so intricate and elegant, all of the heroes and fools that filled stories upon stories. How quaint, he thought. How quaint.

And he waited.

[User]
Lao Xijer

The sound of smacking lips, burping, and slurping could be heard throughout the Lion Fist Eatery. The culprit could be found at a table to the left of the entrance. During this time of day, the eatery was full of people, this included the young boy claded in silver, red, and yellow armor. Lao ate here regularly, so the regulars and the waiters were used to sloppy eating. Unfortunately, for those who were entering for the first time, it was extremely annoying and a nauseating experience. If they glanced at Lao's table, there would be a sea of plates, some empty, picked clean, others, filled to the brim with hot food.

A waiter claded in all white walked up to Lao's table and picked up all the empty plates. With a smile she left, she made sure to be especially generous to Lao, he always payed the bills, although he was a bit shrewd when it came to giving tips. Lao barely looked up from his plate of rice, he was engrossed in his food. Biting into the warm and juicy chicken leg, drinking the cool juice, despite his age, he abstained from ale or any form of alcohol.

The waiter walked back once again, at least when Lao had finally finished all his food. "God, that was good." He burped, placed his forehead on the table. The waiter took his now empty plates, quickly put it back, and walked back up to Lao with a bill in her hand. Before Lao could pay, a courier burst in and ran up to Lao. "Sir, you are ordered to visit Grandmaster Edward!" he breathed as he showed him the document. "Oh my, this...this." He mumbled sarcastically before quickly jumping out of his seat and storming out the door in an attempt to escape paying the bill. Before the owner of the Eatery could run outside, Lao was long gone, he had somewhere to be at the moment.

[Assistant]
The morning heat was prevalent on the main roads, a nuisance that only made walking along the dusty, uneven path that much more uncomfortable. But to the lean, sandy-haired Knight that strode along the edges of the path to make room for the various carts of merchantmen and diplomats that came to and fro, it was but a refreshing, brisk walk of relaxation. Adolin Sinnet had been on the main road for about two-and-a-half days now ; before that, he had spent several months venturing through scraggly mountain passes and abandoned villages plagued with various beasts of darkness as he tended to business directed by the Order. A little heat is nothing compared to what he had already endured, so Adolin continued his cheerful pace, a small smile hidden by the slight shadow of his traveler's hood.

Within the hour, the Knight had finally made it to the grand gates of the Capitol, finding it to be completely packed with horses, carts, and people alike. Li Lian Beastmen could be seen interacting with Silvercliff merchants as they waited their turn to be approved into the city, and one could also spot out several robed strangers bearing the marks of Al Zidoan diplomats through the dense crowd. The Knight took his time as he politely pushed his way through the masses, though he had no trouble of doing so when the people around him recognize the insignia displayed on his polished arm band. One should know better than to hinder an Arcane Knight's way. Still, Adolin smiled genuinely at those who greeted him, giving small waves here and there as he reached the captain of the guard who stood stern and fierce while overseeing the entry process.

When the man saw Adolin approaching, a light of recognition flared within his hawk-like eyes. Turning a stoic face to the men manning the huge gates, he immediately barked an order for them to be open. As the monstrous machinery groaned to life, the captain turned back to Adolin and stepped forward with a salute.

"Sir! Glad to see you back and out of harm's way. The citizens of Silvercliff thank you for yours and the Order's service of keeping the populace safe."

Adolin grinned as he reached up and pulled down his traveler's hood, revealing his tanned, angular face. "Awh, c'mon now. No need for that. I'm just doing my job, as you are doing yours."

The captain nodded in response, his face still not showing any emotion even to the compliment. Adolin tried his hardest not to chuckle. Thankfully, the guard still had more to say. "Sir, a courier of the Arcane Knights came not too long ago. He came to instruct me to direct any of those within the Order coming back into the city, to meet up at war room for an obligatory meeting. He is the copy of the summons."

Intrigued, Adolin tilted his head as he grabbed the letter and read it to himself. The Knight perked his eyebrows, giving an amused whistle. "Well, this is surprising. There's no break for me, huh?" Adolin folded the parchment, tucking it between his belt as he saluted the captain. "Thank you for informing me, Captain. I shall be on my way then - keep up the good work."

Both men nodded respectfully at each other before Adolin made his way through the opened, grand gates of the Capitol.

So far, coming back home from his travels has proved to be more exciting than any of his journeys.


[System]
Niah Bautista

Character Quote: Do you so swear?

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Character Summary
Aliases: Oath Keeper
Age: 14
Birthday: Oct. 3, 2003
Ethnicity: Filipino
Birth Place: Manila, Philippines
Godly Parent: Styx
Legacy: Styx
Cohort: 2nd Cohort
How Many Years At Camp Jupiter: 2
Gender: Female
Rank: Centrion
Occupation At Camp: Oath Binder (If someone needs to swear an Oath they usually do it in front of Niah)
Languages: English, Tagalog, Latin

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Appearance
Height: 5'2"
Weight: 130lbs
Body Type: Petit
Eye Color: Golden brown
Hair Color: Brown
Skin Tone: Soft brown, naturally tanned
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Ears pierced, SPQR with two lines, Cohort symbol
Personal Style: Niah is sensitive to a lot of materials so she is picky with what she wears. She however does like the traditional Roman clothing and wears it a bit more often than most. If she is not wearing traditional clothing she wears jeans and t-shirts, or sundresses. She leans toward blue colors.

She wears a light amount of make-up most days and has her hair down or back in a braid. She is growing her hair longer and hasn't cut it since she joined Camp Jupiter.

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Psychology
Energetic * Picky * Friendly * Competitive * Observant * Pedantic

Sexuality: Demisexual (though she can appreciate the aesthetics of someone she doesn't know)
Relationship Status: Single
Personality: Niah is fast to form opinions about people, and doesn't usually change that opinion. It doesn't help that she can tell if someone has ever broken an Oath, no matter how minor. It is amazing how disappointed you can be when you realize how often people fail to keep them. She has, because of that, made it a point to not make Oaths she can't keep.
Fatal Flaw: Personal loyalty
Habits: Chewing her lip
Hobbies: Reading, planning practice battles
Fears:
* Being forced to break an Oath, or being unable to keep it
* Riding a motorcycle (she saw a terrible accident once as a child and it is seared into her brain)
* Her sister being found dead...or worse

Likes:
* Her cohort
* War games
* Learning new things (Niah wants to attend an actual college, not the one at Camp)
* Traveling
* Reading
* Horse back riding

Dislikes:
* Oathbreakers (She loathes them)
* Bad/bitter food
* Itchy clothing
* Birds (stupid nest outside her childhood bedroom window woke her up too early)
* Apples
* Bad movie remakes of good movies
* Fauns

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Skills
Demigod Abilities:
* Oaths (Niah inherently knows if someone has made an oath and if they've ever broken one)
* Odikinesis

General Skills:
* First aid
* Law
* Botony
* Horseback riding
* Conflict management
* Roman Mythology

Combat Skills:
* Short sword
* Siege engine
* Military tactics
* Use of Odikinesis to distract or demoralize enemies

Magic Item:
* Vial with a bit of River Styx in it (given to her the one time she met her mother)
* Imperial gold short sword, sits invisibly on her back

What Do They Carry On Them:
* Clothing - A light summer dress, and sandals.
* Purse/Wallet - about $30 in USD, and 20 Denarius coins
* Backpack
* Current reading book
* A notebook (with some sketches and notes)
* A pen
* spare hair tie
* Advil
* Chapstick
* A bottle of nectar
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Possessions In Bunk:
* Spare clothes
* A secondary, non-magical weapon
* A photo of her family (Sister, brother, father, and stepmom)
* A trophy from a fight that she had on her way to camp
* An extra blanket
* A reading flashlight
* Her next few books that she plans to read
* Lotion
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History

Biography Niah was born in the Philipines. Her father already had a daughter, Dalisay. He never spoke about her mother, or Niah's. Niah knew something was odd about herself though. She could tell when someone had made an Oath, and more importantly when they had broken that oath. Her first memory was realizing someone her father trusted had broken an oath.

Niah argued with her father saying the man was untrustworthy. Imagine a two-year-old telling you someone you trusted was untrustworthy. Her father didn't take it well and he put Niah into a time out. While she was in the time out her sister tried to cheer her up by showing Niah her own magic. Neither realized how different they really were from the rest of the world because they had each other. A few months after the fight the man betrayed their father and he apologized to Niah. The two became close after that.

Their father married, and they had a son. Niah liked her step-mother because she had never broken an Oath. Things were normal in their home that was until Dalisay disappeared one day when Niah was 12. Her father at that point explained that Niah was the daughter of a goddess and it was time for her to attend a special school in America. He gave her a letter from Niah's mother, the goddess of Oaths. With that making sense, Niah went to America. Her father had given her little direction, but it was through a series of incidences that Niah ended up at the Wolf House. Lupa put her through the usual testing and sent her to Camp Jupiter.

How Long Have They Been At Camp Jupiter: Niah had a hard time moving up from Probatio, while she had good lineage she was not the best at fighting and ended up earning her rank as Legionnaire by performing a great deed about three months before her first year was up. She was good at tactics and made a small name for herself in the games with that skill. She quickly became known as the Oath Keeper and was usually told to be present when someone was about to leave for a mission. Niah started witnessing all Oaths, it helped people remember how important the oaths were putting a face to it. With the new title of Oath Binder, she was also promoted to Centurion, it helped keep the lines of who was in charge better. Niah wasn't particularly excited about the change and for the most part deferres to her counterpart in the 2nd cohort.

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Additional Information

Theme Song: Promises I can't Keep - Mike Shinoda

Extra Information: See Andy's cs
I agree to follow the rules for this RP and understand that if I do not follow the rules, the GM or Co-GM may kick me out of this roleplay.

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Madalyne Crane

Location: Amtrak Station, Williston, North Dakota
Skills:

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The buinsess guy looked at Nancy a little bit confused at what the girl was actually doing, though there was a small crowd that started to form. "What do you need hun?" One of the passengers asked as she knelt down it was a woman who looked like she was in her late forties, and another passenger had some water and gave it to Nancey. Madalyne turned her attention towards her friends to see what they were doing, she instantly picked up on her friend, knowing that she was acting and quickly made her way back over towards them.

"Sis, are you okay?" Madalyne asked and looked towards the older woman. "Do you happen to have a cellphone on you? Ours have died suddenly." She said softly as the woman nodded and dug into her purse before pulling out her phone and handed it over towards her, and Madalyne gave it to her Niah.

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☀ Nancy Parker ☀

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Location: Amtrak - North Dakota
Skills: N/A

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 Nancy started to have a coughing fit, before abruptly remembering that she was supposed to be having a fainting spell, not the onset of the next deadly plague. Her brief slip in performance though wasn't noticed, as everyone continued to more or less buy her act. She fluttered her eyelashes convincingly, trying to embody a weak little girl as best as she could. "Water," Nancy croaked. "I'd kill for some gods damned water." Madalyne had picked up on the con she was pulling and a phone was handed to Niah.

 Nancy roughly shifted herself until she was sitting back down in one of the seats, letting Niah have her hands free. "Thank you for giving my sister the phone to use..." Nancy said softly, trying her best to seem sympathetic to the woman she borrowed the phone from. She had no idea how long it would take Niah to look up the information she needed, but she hoped it was quick. Though Nancy also didn't know how long it usually took for someone to use a phone to call or text someone - cell phones made no sense at all to her and at New Rome, she hadn't really had a chance to learn. "Our parents are going to be so worried when they find out... My dad's got a fiery temper..."

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Niah Bautista

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Location: Amtrak train
Skills: google

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Niah took the phone, nodded at the lady her thanks. Then stepped away from the small crowd gathering around her "sister". She pulled up google real quick and found two possible routes. One they would have to rent a car, and it would take eight hours. Or catch a flight. She frowned, pulled out her sketchbook, and wrote down the two routes real quick. Then deleted the search from the phone's memory cache.

Niah then dialed 767-2676. She could only hope that their current area code this number worked in this area. There was a pickup tone and then an informative voice told her the time. Niah spoke quietly about her sister not feeling well and could one of their parents hurry up and pick them up.

After what felt like an appropriate amount of time she hung up and turned back to the group. "Thank you." She didn't dare try actually lie. The fake phone call had been hopefully enough for her part in the ruse. And hopefully, if the lady looked at the number she wouldn't realize the kid who had borrowed her phone had called popcorn.

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Madalyne Crane

Location: Amtrak Station, Williston, North Dakota
Skills:

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One of the passengers nodded and headed over to grab a nearby water bottle from his pack and handed it over towards Nancy. "Here you go." He said to her as soon as Nancy took a drink from the water Madalyne handed back the water bottle to the guy who had given it to Nancy. "Thank you." Madalyne said giving him a smile, as she helped Nancy back up to her feet while looking at her two friends, by then the crowd started to dissipate and went off to do their thing. "Are you alright sis?" Madalyne asked, still keeping up the ruse until they were off the train, and Madalyne made sure that they were clear she let Nancy go and smiled.

"So, what did you find Niah?" Madalyne asked looking over at her, since she knew how to use the cellphone better than the two of them they really should find the time to find out how to work a phone as well. This was another small rest stop and they had sometime before the train had to be boarded again as well.

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☀ Nancy Parker ☀

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Location: Amtrak - North Dakota
Skills: N/A

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 Nancy took a swig of water, looking grateful as she pretended to let Madalyne help her up to her feet. People were starting to leave finally, the crowd thinning, and the man she had tried to pickpocket clearly wasn't saying anything at all. The ruse had been a success and Nancy relaxed, loosening up. "I think I might've just gotten a bit heat sick or something," Nancy said, just in case anyone was still watching her or listening to what she was saying. She let Madalyne help her off of the train, only completely ending her act once they were off the train and out onto the station platform.

 "Thank gods mortals are so thick," she said with a sigh of relief. "Hope that didn't bother ya too much, Niah - the entire fibbing thing." They had been spending a lot of time in close quarters lately and she had more or less learned that the Oath Binder couldn't lie. She wasn't sure if it was Niah being incapable of it or if Niah just wasn't comfortable with it, but she didn't want to push Niah to do something she wasn't willing to do. "And yes, spill the beans."

[Assistant]
Location: Amtrak train
Skills:

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"It is okay. I avoided it mostly. I've probably told like two direct lies ever." She shivered slightly at the memory. "Right, so good news. There are routes to Mount Rushmore. Two of them. Bad news. One of them is a flight we can take. The other requires a car and an eight-hour drive." Niah didn't know how to drive. And had no clue how they would get tickets on a flight.

Niah pulled her notebook open and showed them the notes she had jotted down. With the airport, they would need to leave from, and the turns they would need to get from Fargo to Mount Rushmore. It was a long trip. The flight would be the fastest, but identification and money would be required with a lot of security between them and the flight. The car might be easier to con from someone, which Niah didn't particularly like the idea of, but it might be necessary.

"If we can get to a Western Union I can call my dad and see if he'll wire me money. That could at least take care of that part of it, but uh, I didn't exactly come to America via the usual routes." She had taken a flight, but her paperwork had all been temporary two years ago. She had been too young for any proper identification. No one had questioned her then, but now things weren't guaranteed to be so easy.


[System]
* Age: Physically constructed in a manner resembling a fourteen or fifteen-year-old. Goldibanne was created two years ago.
* Gender: Female
* Appearance: "Fufufu~", "Ooooh, you wanted to see Goldibanne in color~?" Goldibanne is around five feet tall.
* World of Origin: Original Setting
* Personality: Goldibanne is, at first glance, something of a 'girly-girl'. She enjoys cute things, frilly dresses, and baking. She is fond of ballet. She even speaks in a rather cutesy manner, often referring to herself in the third person. In addition, she cares for her Mistress deeply. In fact, her dedication to Mirafey Ayame is impossible to sway, but the same can be said for each of Ayame's four dolls. The first sign that Goldibanne is not as sweet-natured as she appears is her rather playful attitude, which is also filled with playful teasing towards those around her. When she inclined, usually by dislike(but sometimes those she likes the most also get such treatment), her teasing becomes harsher. Goldibanne is not simply a cutesy girly-girl, she is also a sadist with a cruel streak. She holds little mercy towards anyone considered her enemy and will dispatch them without hesitation, in spite of not being the combat-focused doll. Her mercilessness also applies to her teasing attitude, as she will not hesitate to mock someone in her cutesy tone if she thinks it will be entertaining. In spite of all this, harming random, innocent people is still seen as distasteful to her, and her programming leaves her feeling disgusted by that sort of action. Goldibanne has a remarkable temper in spite of her seeming cheerful, if sadistic, attitude, and is more prone to perform crueler and more vengeful acts when truly angry.
* History: Goldibanne was the second fully autonomous doll created by Mirafey Ayame. A weak, sickly girl, Ayame created her dolls in order to care for her mansion, using the experience of her mage bloodline and her own extensive experimentation in order to create fully sapient dolls who could act on their own. Goldibanne was created to run the mansion in an administrative sense.
* Abilities: Goldibanne is more durable then the average human, able to withstand firm blows to her body. The mana powering her also grants her additional defense due to her natural as a supernatural being. As she is technically an animated magical tool rather then something truly alive, attacks targeting living things cannot harm her. Goldibanne is far more flexible then a human due to her lack of bones, allowing her to bend in ways impossible for a human being. The doll's combat style resembles a strange dance, much like ballet, where she spins and twists about in order to fight. Goldibanne is capable of converting her internal mana into molten gold, forcing it through the joints in her hands, and using it to create whips of molten gold. She may also do this when injured, causing her to bleed molten gold onto her enemy. Naturally, her body is resistant to heat at a high level. Goldibanne is capable of dollmaking, allowing her to repair herself when injured. Goldibanne is also an excellent baker.
* Other: With her high level of skill, Ayame was capable of replicating complicated organic structures using dollmaking. This includes the interior of the nose and ear. Goldibanne's skin is also soft and human-like, her joints remaining for ease of repair.

[User]
Kohinata Miku

Miku had initially felt confusion about her location, as well as concern about how Hibiki would take her apparent sudden disappearance. She had to push the doubt aside, though; how would Hibiki feel if she walked out on helping people just to get home quickly? Even if she wasn't a fighter, and definitely not as dangerous as the alarmingly huge man with an even bigger sword, she had a relic and the courage to use it. Even a little courage is still courage.

Staying around to wait proved to be the right choice, as an all-too-familiar voice called out from elsewhere in the group, announcing her room-mate's presence as loudly and cheerfully as ever. She hadn't quite gotten through the obstructions to Hibiki before the girl was, like ever, picking the straight and obvious path and rushing into the centre door.

The city beyond was... beautiful. They were high up with an amazing view, but the architecture and technology was unfamiliar. She hadn't heard of a city build to any sort of plan like this before, either, since city planning tended to call for not having huge drops all over the place, wherever possible, so building up like this was a strange choice. With the sound of fighting nearby, though, there was only a few seconds to react before the brunette rushed off without realising there was support.

"Hibiki!" Miku rushed over, hoping that she would be noticed. Losing Hibiki in another crowd might cause problems...

Little did the green-eyed girl know that of all the doors she could have picked, this was probably the worst world for her to wander into. Her Symphogear, after all, did share something of a resemblance to a Murakumo unit... complete with floating just above the ground.

[Assistant]
Tachibana Hibiki, Holding Determination in Her Fist

Hibiki felt like the fighting was coming from the left, but... it could have also been the right, too... was it coming from both sides? Something bad was going on... which meant she had to hurry up and help out as soon as possible! She was just one moment from running in a direction and hoping when... she heard a voice. Calling her name. And there was no way she'd ever forget the sound of that voice.

"Miku?!"

Hibiki turned on her heel and... there she was. The green-eyed, dark-haired girl was running right towards her. So, naturally, the straight and direct path, the sort of path that Hibiki always took, was to run right towards Miku, leap for her, and throw her arms around the other girl without a moment's hesitation. After all, how else could Hibiki react after seeing Miku again so soon, after thinking it would be a while before she got to see her again?

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13th Hierarchial City of Kagutsuchi
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After a few moments, Alex heard a familiar voice and gazed upwards. It was the energetic girl with the orange-y hair. She was among the first to introduce themselves. It seems she was going to be Alex's teammate for this world. He was not very sure about having a young teenager for a wingman but since she was among the summoned, it was likely that she was more than meets the eye.

One thing did bug Alex, how come she appeared in the building's roof when he appeared on the alleyway? The virus shrugged at this minor prospect and decided to rendezvous with the schoolgirl. Alex lowered himself to gather strength before leaping upwards, the gathered strength propelling him further and letting him reach the roof in a single bound.

Landing upon the rooftop, he saw the orange-y-haired girl hugging a similarly-aged girl sporting blue hair. It appeared that Alex was in the middle of a reunion and figured he should let these two have their time.

[Assistant]
Mitsuka Souji-BlazBlue

The boy quietly went through one of the three portals along with a couple others, glancing about with an amazed expression at the rather aesthetically pleasing buildings. Though there seemed to be a rather busy energy to the place considering oden was all but flung and the sounds of clashing were occurring in the distance. Seeing that the dish was taken care of by the energetic girl (who now had her girlfriend show up and was melting the surroundings with an aura of dawwwwww), Souji turned on his heels and dashed towards the din with a determined (and somewhat flustered) expression on his young face.

[User]
Artorias the Abysswalker

Artorias remained seated whilst the Recordkeeper explained the difficulties facing the world. Could it be that this 'Akashic Record' was the source of the First Flame? If that was the case, not only would his activities here mirror his work against the Abyss, then the decay that had set in across Lordran could be reversed and the sun could rise once more above Anor Londo. No matter what happened, every delay that this project caused from travelling to Oolacile was worth it.

It wasn't like the knight would have been able to refuse even if it made his task harder for no gain.

After the initial introductions were made and the portals unveiled, Artorias surveyed how the group was splitting off. The mass seemed to consist mostly of sorcerers or other armour-less fighters, which suggested that his abilities would be ill-served--and consequently, he took the third exit, joining Guts and Goldibanne in a city with materials beyond his recognition, but the unmistakeable sound of fighting.

Already, a path was beginning to clear, with the other enormous sword hacking through zombies like paper. Guts' efforts were aided when the Abysswalker leapt to the cleared space, darkened blade slashing around to carve a wide semi-circle expanding their beachhead before the blade pointed northwards, towards the combat--with the enormous wolf leaping onto another zombie and ripping its throat out. Trusting in his current associates to help, Artorias thrust forwards, impaling another three on his blade before flinging them off. With the lunge, his right was covered by the shield, but the left was open to the mass of undead.

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Kohinata Miku

Hibiki's sudden embrace, though as warm and welcoming as ever, was hardly something that Miku was prepared for whilst running forwards and, with the collision, she ended up on the floor. Returning the hug, of course, but in no way contributing to solving the issue at hand. "H-Hibiki, the fight."

[Assistant]
In the Windy City That Never Sleeps - Philip and Shotaro
"That would be correct," Philip answered the youkai, "New York is a city in America, a large country made up of several different states. Until today, neither I nor Shotaro have ever visited it. It costs a lot to travel to America from Japan, let alone as a vacation." he remarked.

Shotaro, on the other hand, was too busy taking in the sights, the smell, the… hard-boiled air… to respond to Satori immediately. He probably knew better than to fantasize about his dream New York on the job, but he he had a feeling he wasn't going to be getting the chance to do this again any time soon. To everyone else, though, he looked… odd. He was just facing away from everyone and stared off into the distance, watching the rising sun with his hands in his pockets. You could practically see a tumbleweed make its way through until he finally spoke up. "Alright," he said cooly, "The first thing we should do to learn about what's going on," he turned his head back to the others and snapped with his left hand, "Is get a newspaper. Let's see if the public's noticed anything weird going on and had it reported."

The idea seemed smart enough for Shotaro, but Philip immediately countered it with the obvious. "Surely you don't expect us to buy a newspaper, right? Who knows if the yen of our world can exchange cleanly into the dollar of this?" Shotaro had not considered that, actually.

"…W-Well, I didn't say buy, I said get," he retorted, "C'mon, let's just ask someone who's already reading one what's up." And with that, Shotaro scanned the area for anybody that had a newspaper on them, intending to make a beeline straight for them if he could spot anyone.

[User]
Tachibana Hibiki, Holding Determination in Her Fist

Even though they'd fallen over, that didn't stop Hibiki. She wrapped her arms tightly around Miku, as the other girl did the same to her. She'd already been worrying about how long it would take for her to get back, but now Miku was by her side and she didn't have to worry about that any longer! Hibiki only stopped hugging Miku when the other girl reminded her about the fighting nearby. That's right! She had to go see, she had to help out...!

Hibiki got to her feet, taking Miku's hand to pull her up to her feet as well.

"That's right..." she said, a look of determination growing on her face as she turned, eyes following the boy who had rushed off. He'd probably be going right for the fighting as well... The girl nodded firmly.

"Stay safe, Miku! I'll be right back!" she said, leaning in and hugging the other girl one last time before turning to sprint off.

[Assistant]
Shirabe Tsukuyomi - Red Blade of War

The street Shirabe found herself deposited in was a mess. Flames covered a large amount of the area she could see, and gunfire echoed in the distance.

What was clearly a problem was the large number of shambling monsters that infested the area. And the people attacking them with large swords who she'd seen before stepping into the portal. Evidently there was only one option.

She started to sing.

Two joined round dances start your punishment

Dropping her skates out, she shot forwards, unfolding a pair of sawblades from their holders hanging from the side of her head.

I'll even turn you into pieces

Spinning around, the blades swung out on their arms in a wide dismembering circle.

By initializing my justice

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Goldibanne, Face of Innocence(?)

"Oh~? An excessively large knight in shining armor and his wolf have joined the fray~?" Goldibanne giggled, even as she forced a ribbon of molten gold up between one Animate Dead's legs, slicing upwards with a sizzling sound to divide it completely in half up the middle. The corpse collapsed to both sides, smoking, as Goldibanne realized further zombies approached her from behind, more still coming from the front as well. Grinning, she piroutted and leaned back on one leg, projecting one hand forward and one hand back, and sending each of her whips of gold slicing through flesh, causing Animate Dead to collapse in dismembered heaps of body parts.

"Fufufu~ Such a collection of unique people~ Goldibanne is impressed~"

She danced back as another corpse grabbed for her, shifting from one foot to another as a flash of gold took the upper half of its head cleanly off. Ah, they were just like garbage, weren't the?

... Oh, and that new girl... such a unique fighting style! Using saws in such a way, and singing? How elegant and wonderful, certainly, Goldibanne would have to speak to her.