[System]
Gender: Male
Age: 24
Appearance:

Rank: Corporal
Class: Scout

Weapons and Equipment:
-Rifle: Gallian-3R
-Sidearm: Viper-E-9
-Grenades: B-Type M3x3
-Melee: Combat Knifex2

Personality: James very reliable person, who will, despite his smart assness, always have your back. He's also an optimist, preferring to see the best before he sees the worst.
Bio: Born to a butcher and waitress, James grew up learning how to chop up and find the best picks in meat when he wasn't at school or military training. His father was proud of his son, who excelled as a marksman in his training, was passing all his classes with at least a B+, and was taking to being a butcher so well. He also somehow managed to stay out of trouble despite his quips at teachers.

However, as it grew closer to his 18th birthday, James put some serious thought into joining the military instead of just becoming another militia bumpkin. He spoke for hours on end with his mom and dad on the matter, his mother in strong support and already envisioning her son in a uniform and his dad, while disappointed his son wouldn't immediately take over the family business at the Strongarm Butcher Shop, suggested he try to reach a rank of a Non-Commisioned Officer, such as Sergeant. The day of his 18th birthday, James enlisted and passed his advanced training with flying style, if not spotlessly. His record had at least four different times when he'd smarted off to his Drill Sergeant.

Having served for six years, he's never quite made it past Lance Corporal because of his mouth. Most recently, his smart mouth got him attached to the Gallian Militia. He made a joke about his unit's captain with the captain right behind him.

RP Sample: Lance Corporal James Hunt stood at his post guard the central communications area and, despite his best efforts, let loose a yawn, prompting PFC Hendricks, James's companion for the day to elbow him in the gut. "Come on, Corporal, I'm the one supposed to yawn after being at this all day. Wake up." Corporal James looked over at the PFC and yawned again, just to get on the PFC's nerves. Hendricks's response was to elbow the Corporal even harder. With a chuckle, James looks at the PFC again and slams his own elbow into Hendrick's gut, making the PFC double over.

"And miss all the uneventful stuff that goes on during communications guard detail? What ever would I do without you Hendricks?" Shaking his head scornfully, James leans back against the wall again and watches people come and go. Lieutenants, Majors, Colonel Majors, all these important people going in and out of the building and not one cared that the Lance Corporal and the PFC were bickering. "Besides, Captain Riserre only put us here because he's got a massive stick up his ass. Even Major Derald has issues with him." At this point, PFC Hendricks was giving the universal sign of stop as the Captain was right behind James. "Look at me, I'm Captain Riserre and I think I can rule my unit with an iron fist. Lance Corporal Hunt, you get all the boring assignments because I don't want you taking my job. And while you're at it, take Hendricks with you, he's too dull to make good company." James laughed and Hendricks facepalmed as Riserre cleared his throat, which had James standing at attention quickly.

"So you think I'm worried about you taking my job do you?" James quickly shook his head in the universal sign for negatory and the Captain laughed and walked away. James turned and slugged Hendricks in the arm.

"Thanks for the warning, jack ass." Hendricks shrugged and went back to watching people going in the communications center.

"I tried to tell you Captain Smart Ass." James grunted in a disapproving matter.

"No, you kept making a bunch of weird hand gestures, which isn't telling me anything."

[User]
Eris ReinhardtBy the time most of the others arrived back at the lobby, Eris was already wondering if she had perhaps been too hasty. The first one that she noticed was Evan, standing a little distance away from her. "Did I miss him, somehow? Either way, I think that a little chat won't harm," Eris thought as she turned on her heels and scuttled closer to Evan.

"Hi there, Evan, right? May I... stand around here?" Eris asked with a bit of an insecure voice. She didn't knew Evan's personality, so she didn't risk bothering him too much. Hopefully that would be enough to break the ice.

Before she noticed it, Eris was fidgeting nervously with her hair as she waited for a reply.

[Assistant]
Evan Carn
"Hahaha don't look so nervous girly, I don't bite. Stand where ever you want." Evan couldn't help but laugh at how nervous the girl was. Sure, he towered over almost everyone in the squad, but he wasn't that intimidating looking, was he? Wait, this girl was one of the new recruits, wasn't she? That would explain why she didn't feel comfortable around him and also why he could not for the life of him, remember her name. "Yeah, it's Evan. ... Though I have no idea who you are. You're new to the squad, right? Whats your name?" Once told, Evan crossed his arms and nodded with satisfaction. "Aaahh, right. I think I remember you from when the FNGs got introduced."

The conversation died off a little bit while Evan waited for her to say more, but eventually he broke the silence himself. "Alright, so... what's up? Most people don't hang around the old man for entertainment. Got something on your mind?"

[User]
Corporal James Hunt|Vacation with Strings

James couldn't help but laugh at what Carn says as he flips to the next page of his reading material. "Unless you are the entertainment, old man."

[Assistant]
Eris Reinhardt"Right, right, I guess that I'm nervous for no reason, after all. I thought that drinking would help it, but looks like alcohol can only do so much unless you are willing to get drunk," Eris replied to Evan. Once he asked her about her name, she finally stopped fidgeting with her hair and said, "It's Eris. I'm please to you."

Eris waited a moment until Evan finally asked her about her intentions, while trying to not mind Hunt's tease. "Well, to say the truth, I don't want anything. I just thought that talking to someone would help dispel my nervousness," Eris admitted. She had little to talk about other than the weather, or questions about the rest of the Squad, for obvious reasons, Eris chose the later topic. "The truth is that I've been thinking of something from as early as this morning, after I talked with Veronica and Lily. However, I couldn't form an opinion about whether I should talk about it to Hunt without asking you first given that you are our our driver."

Eris looked around before turning to ask Evan in a lower voice, to make sure that no one who wasn't part of the squad could listen to her question. "Do you know how to pilot a tank? More specifically, say... if we could commandeer an Imperial tank, do you think that you would be able to pilot it? I mean, I have training as a tank commander, but I don't know if I should propose the idea of trying to capture an enemy vehicle to Hunt without being sure that there's someone in the squad who can help me man it. What do you say?"

[User]
Corporal James Hunt|Vacation with Strings

James listens to Reinhardt speak with Carn, he can't help but shake his head. Finishing his paragraph, he stands and joins the pair, his hands in his pockets. "Look, Reinhardt, I can appreciate the idea and where you're going with it, but we're a pathfinding squad, not to mention we've seen more transfers than any other unit in the militia, and that's just outs and ins. Even with you and Carn, assuming the old man got training with a tank, in the bloody thing, no one else here has the training. Hell, I'm regular military and I don't have any extensive training with that. And don't ask about why I'm here if I'm regular military, it's something I'd rather not talk about."

[Assistant]
Evan Carn
"Well then what an excellent choice that would be. I'll have you kiddos know I could have been a movie star back in the day!" Evan chuckled as he responded to Hunt's ribbing. When Eris asked about him being trained to drive a tank, he grinned as he remembered a fond memory. "Yes I am. The vehicle course covered all of that and tanks are awesome to drive."

When she asked about him piloting a comandeered imperial tank, though, his grin shifted to a curious expression as he began to ponder that thought. "Hmmm... I mean, I could. Transmissions vary from tank to tank, but the driving controls are usually pretty standard aside from the gearbox. I might need a few hours of practice to get good with it, but I could. I don't think it would work out well though." Evan was about to list off the limitations of driving a comandered tank but was interupted by Hunt, who highlighted the biggest issue of all: crew. "Bingo." He snapped a finger and pointed a 'finger gun' at the corporal. "Give the lad a cigar, the biggest issue is we'd need a crew for it. If we captured a heavy tank or one of those two-turreted monstrosities the imperials started producing before the war, we'd need the entire squad to man it just to get it moving." Evan began counting off on his fingers as he mentally went over each crew roll in the different kinds of tanks he was trained with. "A medium tank requires 4 other crew members besides the driver and even a light tank requires at 3 people to be combat effective. Two can do it in a pinch, but then the gunner has to also load and the driver has to operate the radio. Either way, I don't think it would work well unless we got a bunch more transferes with vehicle training."

[User]
Corporal James Hunt|Vacation with Strings

As the rest of the squad showed up, James sighed. "Overall, it's just not something that we can likely pull off. In any case, Squad Four, form up!" Once everyone was front and center, the Corporal stood at the front, looking at everyone. "Alright, so I only have a couple more things for you. One, don't raise hell if you can help it please. We're here on leave and I'm pretty sure hell raising will keep us from ever being allowed back in the city again. Second, try to be back by no later than 2300.I can't force you and I won't blame you for taking advantage of the free time we've been given, but sleep is still good for you." With one final look over everyone, James nods to himself and waves the squad off. "Alright, dismissed until the end of leave. Enjoy yourselves."


[System]
"The headphones? They're for really loud bangs."
AGE: 15
OCCUPATION:
She works various chores around her school. Assisting various teachers with whatever they need. In exchange, she is provided a stipend from the school.

APPEARANCE:
Gold eyes and blonde hair, her strange eye color is due to her high magical ability. She keeps her hair tied back into a really long ponytail. She normally uses a red bow to keep her hair up, but due to a certain teacher it was deemed "too bright", and "distracting". So she uses a plain black one during school business. She actually very much likes having long hair, but she has to keep it up so it doesn't get in the way while she's working. If she's out with friends she tends to wear it down.

She sports a thin and somewhat small frame, standing at 5' 3". As far as clothing and fashion go, she likes wearing shorts, t-shirts, hoodies, and basically anything that's not a skirt or dress. As a result, she procured herself several sets of the male Al-Revis uniform and modified them to suit her tastes. (And promptly got scolded for it.)

GIFT:
While technically she could be a wizard due to her high magically ability. The thought of pouring over books and scrolls of arcane lore bored her to no end. So, she picked a somewhat more exciting type of magic, Alchemy. Rather than cast magic like a spellcaster, the alchemist captures her own magic potential within liquids and extracts she creates, infusing chemicals with virulent power to grant her impressive skill with poisons, explosives, and all manner of magic through extracts.

SPELLS:
Alchemists are not only masters of creating mundane alchemical substances, but also of fashioning magical potion-like extracts in which they can store spell effects. In effect, an alchemist prepares her spells by mixing ingredients into a number of extracts, and then "casts" her spells by drinking, throwing, or otherwise using the extract. When an alchemist creates an extract, she infuses the concoction with a tiny fraction of her own magical power. This enables the creation of powerful effects, but also binds the effects to the creator. If an extract leaves the possession of the original creator for too long a time, it becomes inert and loses it's power. Though, there is a method to prevent this effect, however Erika is simply unaware of it.

Erika herself keeps her list of Alchemic formulas in a leather bound notebook she makes sure to have with her at all times. The notes inside contain the formulas she has learned. Although the notes are written so chaotically, and using her own shorthand code that makes it almost undecipherable to anyone else.

* BIG BANG:
A self titled formula Erika developed on her own. True to it's title, it causes a large explosion upon usage. It is a simplistic mixture of the most volatile materials she could obtain. While very potent, she uses her own magical power to maintain an impressive level of stability. Through measuring the usage of various ingredients, she can control the blast size with a shaky amount of accuracy.
* CURATIVE SALVE:
Just as the name implies, an extract that when applied causes cuts, burns, bruises, and other injuries to heal quickly. It is a beginner level extract, it is not powerful enough to heal any serious damage, such as broken or fractured bones. Erika (much to her boredom) obtained this Formula in a Beginner's Alchemy Class, that she was forced to attend before she could be accepted.
* STICKY BOMB:
Another self devised formula of hers. Currently her proudest achievement, it is a very complex mixture. Upon the container shattering, it releases a purple cloud of gas. The thick cloud lingers for a moment, blinding any caught in it. It then begins to transform into a thin green sludge that falls on, and sticks to any caught in it's radius. Severely hampering mobility.
* AMPLIFYING TONIC:
Another extract she was taught by the school's Beginner's Alchemy Class. A simple set of ingredients with a clear function. When consumed it heightens the user's senses. And allows them to perform physical and acrobatic feats above their normal capacity. Said to be essential for any Alchemist weaving through a battle. Whether they be treating wounds, or raining explosives.

SCHOOL: Al-Revis, School of Alchemy

PERSONALITY:
When you ask just about anyone what Erika is like. You'll usually get the same answer, insane. While this is somewhat true, most people say it as a bit of an exaggeration. It is true that she is very reckless, and in most situations comes up with a very psychotic solution. She's also an incredibly bad judge of personal boundaries, and is stubborn as an ox. As such she will usually speak her mind, and when she makes up her mind. It's made up, and there's no changing it.

While those cover some of Erika's more controversial traits (You know, the ones that get her in trouble). She's always very enthusiastic and hardworking, If only a little bit clumsy. Though she does have the tendency to blow things waaaaaay out of proportion. Often over exaggerating things. Which goes hand-in-hand with her somewhat short fuse. This doesn't mean she's prone to anger or rage, it's just incredibly easy to get her riled up. Leading to the nickname her fellow students (and some teachers) have given her, spitfire.

When Erika is with her friends, she can actually be very sweet and thoughtful. And she's much more prone to actually listening to someone if she likes, and or respects them. Her somewhat wild nature always leads her to being the life of the party in any given group.

BIOGRAPHY:
Born in New Jersey to a very mundane couple, Erika was for a time, a very normal child. It wasn't until around age 3 when her eye color suddenly shifted after one of her tantrums. Her parents started to get concerned, and even sent her to the hospital. While the doctor couldn't find anything wrong with her, he concluded that something was definitely not right. After that, due to a series of strange occurrences surrounding her it was soon discovered that she was a very well attuned to magic, and potentially a very powerful mage.

After that Erika's parents eventually relinquished her to the one who had discerned her magically ability. A wizard by the name of Akira Sasaki, a teacher at one of the many schools in Academy City. Sasaki then took her with him, and began to raise her himself. He spent his free time helping her learn to control her abilities, and teaching her the basics of magic. Due to him being natively Japanese, and Erika already starting to learn English. He decided on letting her finish learning English, and then set her to work on Japanese. Due to this she usually uses Japanese honorifics when addressing people, because that's what he insisted on.

Because of the fact that Erika was often left to her own devices, she learned how to entertain herself. She developed a somewhat mischievous personality, even sneaking into Sasaki's study many times. When she finally become old enough to enroll in a magic school, Sasaki sat her down and had a serious talk about what she wanted to do. Erika herself had been investigating the various forms of magic for years. And when he asked, she already had her answer.

Needless to say, Erika felt a bit guilty about not enrolling to the school Sasaki taught at. But he taught the exact kind of magic she couldn't stand. The kind that you wear a big robe and read books all day. She wanted more excitement to it. Though, to she still keeps in touch with him, and he's the first she goes to if she needs some serious advice about something.

Currently Erika is enrolled in Al-Revis School of Alchemy. While she is very gifted in talent, and does not lack for enthusiasm. Her troublesome nature makes it so that the staff have to pay special attention to her, especially when left to her own devices with dangerous ingredients lying around. Her overwhelming curiosity makes her a great Alchemist, and she works very hard at her studies. (Most of the time.)

[User]
"Oh, yay." Taro said insincerely. "Paperwork. My favourite."
He took the two sheets to a nearby bench with some convenient pens and began filling them in. They mainly asked normal, boring questions, which was boring. His mind wandered as he filled the sheets in. Funnily enough, he didn't need that much proof of identity or anything, which seemed a little slack, but he would probably be interviewed or something. And also judging by the fact that half the force was robots...

As Taro filled in the sheet, he checked the time. He reasoned that he could probably make it to the main enforcer office, back to his apartment and then to his job in time if he ran fast enough, so it would probably be fine? He might be a bit late, but honestly, his boss sucked and he would probably quit soon anyway.

Taro continued writing. As he did, his mind wandered in weird directions.
Why don't these things ask what your favourite colour is or something? Or what you think the meaning of life is? Taro thought. It'd be a whole lot more interesting that way and it'd feel more personal or something.
He suddenly stopped because he was just about to write in his favourite colour for something important. He finished that part off and signed his name, and with that, he was done.

"Alright, thanks." Taro called to the receptionist, pocketing the pen and running out the door.
He should just make it in time to go there and then get back and then get to work, but it he might be late... Taro pulled out his phone and tapped out a quick text to Kanako, who was pretty much his only friend.

With that, he put his phone back in his pocket and sprinted to the main office.
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Some time later, Taro burst through the sliding doors of the enforcer main office, coming to an abrupt stop in front of the reception desk.
"Ugh. Hi." Taro said, panting.
The receptionist was kind of looking at him funny so he pulled out his paperwork and put it on the table.
"I'd like to join the enforcers please." Taro said, smiling to seem friendly, though it was likely he just came off as weird.

[Assistant]
"Uhhhh yyyyyeeeeaaahhh... testing yer navigating right. I don't know about all that lass, but I know where yer place is, it is smashed in with all the other Knight dorms. He said before he let out a yawn and rolled his neck.

Aya's dike began to crack....

"I can show ya how to get there, I have to trek out that way myself anyway to get to my flat." He added as he looked back to Aya.

Aya gave a long winded sigh of relief, the Irish man unknowingly saving himself from destruction. In Aya's eyes, here was someone who was finally being helpful... or at least seemed to know what they were doing.

"Für die Liebe Got, Danke! Please, lead the vay. This is much to meine relief to finally be on the right track. Danke." she said, trying not to let the exhaustion get to her yet. "Ich muss nur noch in mein Zimmer zu bekommen...." she thought to herself, composing her mind and focusing on getting to her dorm.

[User] "Uh my German is not all that good lass and by not good I mean nonexistent. So for my sake can we stick to English?" Mikhail said after the girl's outburst, he wasn't one for lots of energy especially when the energy was in a foreign language. He turned on his heels, which was quite the sight with all the luggage that he had slug onto his back, and started to head towards one of the roads. "Yeah the dorms are actually pretty close all considering, it should be a straight shot once we get on this street-" The ginger lad started, but cut himself off when he was met by what sight waited for him around the corner. After making the turn the two were met by a sea of students as far as the eye could see stretching all the way down the road Mikhail had planed on using to lead the girl to her dorm. Of course the road would be blocked.... Damn my luck. He grumbled to himself as he looked haplessly at the crowd that blocked their way.

[Assistant]
There he was! Kanako beamed at Airus, bouncing over to him as she exited her classroom. He seemed like a pretty nice guy, reasonably friendly and everything. And hey, he'd even waited to walk her there!

"Hey!" she sang. "Sorry. Hope you didn't wait too long. Let's go!"

Honestly, she was thrilled! Even if she did end up getting a field job, she was just… so excited! She was sick and tired of being helpless, and even if her power was next to useless… well. It was time she stopped moping about it, and started trying her best to improve herself! If Taro could do it, so could she!

As they walked, she fell into step with the Enforcer boy. She hadn't ever gotten his name, had she? Well, never mind-- she'd find out now! "So, um. My name's Sakihara Kanako!" she told him. "I'm a phaser, but it's more trouble than it's worth, honestly… I wish I could, like, phase through other people's attacks and walk through walls all the time and all that stuff, but I can't really control it! Uh, what's your name?"

Of course, Taro was naturally much more athletic than she was. But surely it didn't take that much athleticism to fire a gun?

Her phone buzzed, and she checked it hurriedly. When she read the incoming text message, she nearly dropped her phone in shock. Taro was joining the Enforcers too?!

After that, her enthusiasm for the whole Enforcer thing went pretty much through the roof. She was going to learn how to use a weapon, she was going to get paid a whole lot more, and hell, she'd even still get to see Taro!

Maybe they should both quit their jobs at the grocery store, then. Was it really still worth putting up with their awful boss?

Well, whatever. If Taro was going to keep his job at the store, then she would too, but otherwise, she thought might quit. It would certainly free up more time for Chiyo-chan, after all!

[User]
Erika sighed, she had been walking around all day. Giving the new students a tour of the island. Her feet were killing her, she was tired of talking, and it was pretty warm out. The glimmer of hope was, that their next destination was Al-Revis academy. She turned to the body of students, and puffed out her chest. "Alright everyone, we're moving on to Al-Revis Academy! Everyone follow me!" She shouted while gesturing. She then turned around and began to head off.

Meanwhile, a certain senior student was charged with keeping the group in line, and making sure no one sneaks off. Probably a job an enforcer could handle. But Al-Revis likes to govern their own affairs as much as they can handle. The tall dirty blonde haired man, with sharp gold eyes scanned the crowd for the hundredth time. Looking for someone to call out. He adjusted his glasses, as he spotted a group loitering near the dorms. "Hey, we're heading out to the academy get moving!" He called to them, they complied with his demands and took to the back of the crowd. But what he didn't know was that they had boxed in a certain Irish man, and German girl from escaping the crowd.


[System]
So, the title says new friends are always welcome do I would like to take part in this.
Appearance:

*sorry about the size of the second picture*
Age: Unknown. Thought to be about 14 or 15

Species: Squid

Gender: female

Personality: Ika musume is a very curious person. She also wants to be an evil inkvader, but despite her best attempts she can't help but be a good personsquid. She lacks much common sense. She can be childish, and can get jealous when she thinks someone is a better invader then her. She becomes very happy when someone is scared of her, as it tells her that she is a good invader.

Bio: Not much is known about Ika Musume's past. She was born in the ocean, and seemed to have had a bad life there. However, she doesn't talk about it much. One day she came to the surface to invade, but ended up breaking the wall in the Lemon beach house by the sea, and was forced to work to pay off the repairs by the owner, chizuru. While on the surface, Ika Musume proved herself to be incredibly intelligent. However she lacked any common sense, due to the fact that she was still new to the surface.

Abilities:

Tentacles: Ika Musume's main ability is her mastery over her 10 tentacles. With her tentacles she can do just about anything, from picking up heavy objects, to having enough power to break a hole in a thick wall. They can move at the speed of sound, and have a reach of over a mile. They are extremely versatile and there aren't many things she cant do with them. If her tentacles are cut off, they regrow within minutes

Bracelets: Ika Musume's bracelets are capable of changing her weight. She can change her weight to literally any weight possible. From light enough to fly, to heavy enough to create a hole from the surface all the way to the center of the earth. She tends to stay between 30 and 100 kilograms however, as those are the perfect weights to allow her to use her tentacles without falling over.

Clothes: Ika Musume's clothes share the same regenerative powers as her tentacles. If they are damaged, even if they are ripped in half, they will repair themselves within at least thirty minutes. They seem to be her actual skin, as if she trys to sunbathe, her clothes will tan while the rest of her skin will remain the same.

Intelligence: Ika Musume is incredibly intelligent. She learned how to do calculus in minutes, picked up Japanese just by hearing it, and mastered English on her first lesson. She adapts to her situation very quickly. However, she lacks the common sense to put her intelligence to use. And even if she did, she would rather sit inside watching TV, or playing games instead of invading. Though when she is motivated it can be quite scary.

Versatility: In Ika Musume's universe, her skills are only matched by Chizuru. However, in a mulitverse setting, Ika Musume would be about equal with most everyone. Her advantage is in how versatile her abilities are.

Universe of Origin: Shinryaku! Ika Musume!

[User]
Jetstream Sam
Bern, Switzerland

He was still trying to figure out what that person shot to make the building explode, but it seemed that he was discovered fairly quickly, even with his best efforts to keep hidden. Ah but it was no matter. Stealth never was his forte anyways.

"I see. I did not expect to be discovered that easily." He stepped out leisurely, his left hand on his sword's sheath, just below the sword's guard. "I had thought to rescue a damsel in distress, but this... this is not quite what I expected."

Talking, he walked casually towards the blue-haired girl, bringing him close enough to be able to sweep the blue-haired girl away to safety if need be. He made no attempt to oppose the thing's views on him, nor did he feel the need to. What was he even doing, playing hero again after being separated from Desperado for barely any length of time? But after listening to that thing's declaration of what they were, a wry smile appeared on his face. It would seem that no matter where he went, these sort of people would always be there. He didn't even have to guess what sort of people they were. Following an 'Envisioning One' and operating under 'The Dark Outliners' just reeks of another group wishing to pursue their own agenda with only regards to their own profit.

Letting the girl answer the question on her own, he asked his own question towards that thing, his left hand tightening slightly around the scabbard. "I don't suppose you'd simply... let us go?"

He was looking more towards the girl with the exploding shot, the one who was most likely to simply attack them just because. Was it simply distrust? Or barely controlled bloodlust? It was obvious the one holding the leash was the floating thing.

[Assistant]
Joylne Kujo

"Yea and that big dude with purple hair was named Kars my great grandfather Joseph found him in the thirties,So im guessing he's gonna try to make some allies to try to take us all on...but i swear i've see that other guy before and you guys too...but yeah now i remember you two are video game characters in my universe but shit would that mean Nintendo and Capcom created your universe or something.This is all kinds of fucked up.." Joylne was holding her head for a moment feeling stranger never the less calmly getting her nerves back.

[User]
Asura

Asura looked down at Xellos, then a smirk came onto his face. Atleast this one was honest. "Sure we can go." Asura answered. His aura had died down considerably now. He had let his guard down and was a bit harder to find now. "So who are you scouting for? Or is just for yourself." Asura asked Xellos taking a step closer to him.

Bunnies@Absolis

Cia

Cia looked over at the others before coming out of her puddle of ink. She hadn't seen a reason to intervene. "So he's a friend of yours then? Seem's nice." Cia said with sarcasm in her voice. She wasn't one to take things seriously. "Ika, try not to prevent him from breathing, he could be useful you know." Cia said looking over at Ika before taking a step towards the knight. She had her gun out and pointed right at him. "So, whatcha up to kid? I admit that Add is a bit crazy, but he doesn't seem that bad, I mean he got Ika shrimp." Cia said with a smile on her face. She had an innocent mind, she didn't believe that anyone was all bad.

@Eviledd1984

Cucco, Creature of Doom.
Cucco had seemingly popped into existance. She was right infront of all of the conquerors. She simply pecked at the ground. A slight aura of power could be seen coming from her. She wasn't really going to do anything unless someone were to try and approach her. She looked up for a moment at the giant Turtle that was Bowser, then turned towards Ultron. Cucco started to slowly head towards Ultron, every now and then she stopped in her approach to peck at the ground. Soon enough she got close enough to Ultron and pecked at his foot once.

[Assistant]
Taiyou@Cuccoruler@Gummi Bunnies@Flamelord@Eviledd1984
Ryu

Bunnies "It's... a long story, but to put it simple and short, I can't die... not like that." Lapis answers as she quickly heals herself from the crystals that were on her body.

Ryu had many questions to ask her. Is she immortal?! If she was immortal... then she could beat those conquerers without dying, saving the whole multiverse with it! But of course... she couldn't truly be possibly such a character right? Either way he acknowledges the fact as if it was nothing and looks towards the direction of the palace.

"So what do we do now?" asks Jolyne as she looks back.

"We keep moving." Ryu would reply as he jumps to the nearest building, "The Palace is not that far from here. Just a few more blocks and we'll be there."

"Kirby says that he knew one of those figures that attacked us." Kindle says as she translates Kirby, "The one that looked like a giant turtle with spikes on his back was named Bowser."

"Bowser?" the champion asks again, "You mean the big fire-breathing one?"

"Kirby also says that Bowser was said to be called the 'King Koopa' Comes from a place called the mushroom kingdom. Kirby seems to have fought this creature before, or at least a copy of him, from one of the universes he's visited before known as the Smash Bros Universe."

"This information can be good for Nova," he answers back, "Maybe if we can capture this... King, or at least one of his troops, we can get more information on the Alliance as a whole."

"Yeah... and that big dude with purple hair was named Kars. My great grandfather, Joseph, found him in the thirties. I'm guessing he's gonna try to make some allies to try to take us all on... but i swear I've see that other guy before including you guys too... I remember you two are video game characters in my universe but shit would that mean Nintendo and Capcom created your universe or something. This is all kinds of fucked up.."

Ryu would blankly look at Jolyne at the mentioning of their universes with a sweatdrop.

"Uhhh... Capcom? Nintendo?" he wonders while scratching his head, "Who and or are they?"

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@Cuccoruler
THE ALLIANCE OF CONQUERERS
+ Starkiller

"Must I also add that the other... recruit, seems to have his own army." Satsuki adds whilst talking to Ghidorah-San, "I find it rather impressive."

"Compared to the army the sith has," Ghidorah-san replies, "Its rather nothing. Starkiller is only second in command of controlling an entire fleet of advanced troops, weapons, artillery, and fleets. Must I not mention the infamous planet busting weapon known solely as... the Death Star?"

She then pauses as she looks upon the army that has been ordered to be next to the rest of the troops.

"But why blow up planets when you can conquer them?" she continues, "It's very depressing to be the only planetary body in the multiverse no? Either way... if we can persuade the sith and his master to bring the Imperial Fleet to our growing army..."

She then turns her head slightly towards Satsuki and gives an evil grin and eye with a snicker.

"Then NOTHING will stand in our way of multiversal domination!"

She then chuckles manically of that plan of hers. This multiverse will feel the wrath of the Alliance Of Conquers! Everything was going well so far. Satsuki nods in acknowledgement as she walks to inspect the troops.

Meanwhile, Bowser and Ultron happen to see the mysterious chicken appear out of nowhere, just pecking randomly on the ground. As it looked up at Bowser, it seemed as the Koopa King realized what it was. He heard about it once after kart racing with a person known as Link, saying it was a... Cucco? There was something about it that Link told him... but what was it? As the Cucco approaches Ultron and pecks his foot, it seems that the robot wouldn't do anything and just stands there. Suddenly, he aims his repulser palm at the chicken and prepares to fire at it.

"STOP YOU FOOL!" Bowser roars as he smashes his arm out of the way... only to squish on the poor Cucco under his massive reptilian foot!

Bowser's face would drop like he saw the ugliest goomba on the planet once he realized what happened. He takes a few fearful steps backwards, muttering irresponsible sentences.

"What the hell were you trying to do?" Ultron answers as he pushes him off, "It's nothing but a bird. A BIRD. Not a turtle or your wife. Just a god damn BIRD."

"You don't understand!" he roars back, "That's no ordinary chicken! Thats a Cucco! And these chickens will go ape shit if one hurts them! I heard the stories!"

He then looks to where the splattered remains of where the Cucco once stood.

"And we're all going to get whats coming to us..."

[User]
Ahsoka Tano - New York City

Ahsoka would admit that she was surprised to hear that people from other worlds, if the Sith was to be believed, had actually heard of the conflict between the two ideologies. But that just made it easier on her, she supposed. Indeed, it seemed that she wasn't the only one to know someone from that fight.

"I was," she admitted with a nod, folding her arms across her chest. "It's a bit more complicated now though." And wasn't that the truth. She hadn't been a part of the Jedi Order for....it had to be 30 or so years. Man, time did really go by, didn't it?

She was more interested in what the others were saying though. "A palace? And who's Nova," she asked. She hadn't seen any such thing on the way in, but in a place like this who knew what it looked like. Still, it seemed she had found some good people, and she would stick with them, at least for now.

[Assistant]
@Cuccoruler

Joylne Kujo

"Sorry i mean it must be hella weird for ya shit i mean all this shit feels like a dream or something" Joylne said to Ryu rubbing the back of her head,She felt weird seeing video game characters and people that she thought were not real in her universe."Yeah let's head out before those fuckers come back" Joylne now composing herself.

Joylne started walking following Ryu.

Kars

Kars looking at the chicken now splattered all over the ground feeling despair,The Piller Man walked over toward the remain of the chicken kneeling beside the now dead chicken."You poor thing..." He whispered using his powers to try to heal the creature,He felt a little distressed and angry at the two but mostly at Utron would would try to harm this innocent animal in the first place.

He hoped he was not too late and could help the creature or could make another chicken like it form his own body,If not then they would have one angry Piller Man on their hands.

[User]
 Ika Musume continued to tickle the knight for a good two minutes, before finally relenting. Now the person would know not to mess with Ika Musume or her squibordinates.

 Give up, De geso? You should, since there's no way you could beat a powerful and mysterious Inkvader like me, De geso! I'm feeling a squiddle nice today, so if you join the Inkvasion club I won't tickle you anymore, De geso.However, those who defy me will face execution, De geso!

 Ika Musume was obviously feeling very proud of herself for subduing the knight. At her last words, she took two of her tentacles off the Knights waist, and wiggled them in a threateningly ticklish manor pointed at the Knights stomach.


[System]
Age: 35
Gender: Male
Height: 5' 9"

Profile: Doctor O'Malley is a surgeon, a general one that worked in a small, country hospital. The occult and the weird, mysterious things that happened in the world were an interest of his; something that kept him up some nights, reading and researching away to fulfil his innate curiosity. His quiet nature hid the stresses he was under though; work piling up, patients who deteriorated no matter what he did, it all got to him slowly. Then one day he found a spell that would supposedly bless his hands with the ability to heal anything. He attempted the ritual, only for it to go bad, obviously. He was taken over by a demon and he ripped himself apart in his own home. Much, much later he awoke in the Dark City.

Attributes
 Avoidance: A
 Discovery: B
 Insight: C
 Appearance: C
 Ferocity: D
 Madness: E
 Skill: B

Talents
First Aid
Surgery
Observation

Mysterious Brand

- Two of them, on the tops of his hands.

Items* Brown leather satchel bag - He never leaves home without it.
* Bandages - An essential item in his bag, mainly for wrapping up simple wounds.
* Box of latex surgical gloves - Another essential item when he needs to pick up something particularly icky.
* Watch - A silver Rolex on his right wrist.
* Glasses - Black, half frame.
* Brown flat cap - He never leaves home without it.
* Green ring - A jade ring given to him by a friend. Always wears it.

[User]
In his unconsciousness David floated in a void. Every now and again he'd see something flash before him like a festering wound with jagged teeth or a dodecahedron with eyes and the screams of many but none. This nightmare was fairly tame in the grand scheme of things, alcohol and experience having blunted the cut of the long sleep.

Speaking of sleep, it was time to awaken. The damp dirtiness of a random alley was something David had awoken in more times than he would like to admit but there was something more to it than a hangover, this hole place was wrong. He could feel it in the air, beyond the invading stench of fish and garbage there was something worse. This is a dangerous place.

Quickly he pulled himself together, pushing the headache towards the back of his mind. So, his notebook got a little wet between before unconsciousness and now but everything else was unaffected. Which brought him to the book. It was old, that much was for sure, and bound leather although he did not know which kind. A nagging thought gnawed at him, telling him that it was human hide that held these secrets together. However David would ignore the gnaw, instead focusing on his surroundings as he gently put the odd book away.

Taking everything around him, David concluded that he was in a rough spot. Not a lot of options in his current state, which left the bird....thing. The third eye didn't Mitch bother him as the spark of something more behind its eye, digging through all his knowledge of the occult David true to get the bird to do anything besides cackle.

[Assistant]
It could have been hours, or days. Maybe just a few minutes. It's unnoticable how much time has passed while I was unconscious. They tried to kill me. I learned so much about their ways, but there wasn't anything on this ritual. What the... Where am I...? Wait- keys? Where did I get...? Oh! My satchel. Is my... No. It's empty. Except for these papers. Everything the library had on these occult people. Well, I learned all I could. They're pretty interesting. Oh, my tools are still in here. I'll just slip the picks back into my glove. Never know when I'll have to break in to some place. And it's not wise to open this secret compartment to many times. Someone might see, or it might just get too worn to be a secret. Anyways, let's see... Where am I?

 Cecelia takes her satchel and grabs her cloak from the fence. Puting on the dark cloak over her ragged clothes, Cecelia places the keys in the pocket and raises the hood, shivering at the rain's chill and how soaked her clothes and cloak were. Taking in her surroundings a bit more, the side of the pawn shop has a "Join the Force" ad plastered on its bricks. Not remembering any "Force" that needed to be joined before she was taken as sacrifice, it seemed strangely out of place. Noticing a cat's voice, Cecelia turned, but had to stifle a yelp when it looked at her with three eyes. Her knowledge of the occult helped her realize that three-eyed beings were supposedly enlightened. Maybe this cat meant to lead her. It didn't look particularly dangerous or threatening.

 Well, things are off to a weird start... Maybe the pawn shop owner has answers? Nah, better not to bother him. Or her. This cat is creeping me out... I'd probably better not, since it has occult roots. Yeah, I see where occult knowledge has gotten me so far... Well, I think a quick drive might help me cool off. I've driven enough to know how. I may not be the best, but I'm safe. Well, here goes. If it works I'll take it. Finders-keepers and all that.

 With that last thought, Cecelia nimbly pulled the lockpick set from the glove she usually stores it in and starts to pick the lock to the car lot, looking around for people. After the fifth click from the tumbler, the lock releases the hook bar and allows Cecelia access. Opening the gate, she goes in to try her luck and see if she could win herself a new car.

[User]
A foul stench seeps through the crack of the door. It is infested with that of burnt skin, rotten intestines, and putrid saliva. The muffled whispers previously audible have been replaced by a heavy panting emanating from some dark presence. As Wesley cautiously peers through the bantam split, he beholds a nightmarish creature that he never thought imaginable or possible to exist in the physical world. It resembled a dog with ragged fur and slender limbs. Its body was clad and soaked in what could only be a sickening mixture of pus and flesh from human beings. The creature was horrid.

Wesley cannot believe what he is seeing. Whatever was depicted in the paintings in the other room coming alive was one thing, but this had no logical explanation at all. Where did this beast come from? How did it find Wesley? Nothing was for certain; nothing could overcome the contradictions at this point. The beast simply stared at Wesley. There was nothing the man could do to hide from this eldritch horror, nor was there anything he could do to communicate with it, or calm it down. And then it happened, the beast lunged at the door and impacted it with its body and massive claws.

The door was nearly pulverized by the creature's attack and Wesley was taken by surprise, being hurled through the air backwards and into a row of chairs behind him. He did not sustain any major injuries, but the realization of the nightmare horror's existence has taken a toll on his sanity. Luckily, Wesley is somewhat equipped for a fight. The nightmare hound stands in the door way, growling and observing his prey. The paintings in the room have reacted to the dark presence and are wailing a strange sound that seems to upset the otherworldly creature.

Note: Change your Madness attribute to C-.

The three-eyed bird suddenly takes flight from the top of the street light and lands on one of the dumpsters next to David. It screeches loudly and frantically, flapping its wings about and dancing with its legs. The display is a bit unsettling, but David has probably seen stranger things in his life. At the end of this tiny ritual, the bird spits a black mass of saliva in David's face. The taste and stench is foul and the contents immediately invade the man's body through mouth and nose. It is an extremely unpleasant experience and parts of your body come under extreme duress. However, the pain is over within a matter of seconds and now, the bird's crackling makes perfect sense to you. What was once screeching is now speech that you can understand: "You better look out, human! You better look out, human! Dark things stir in the corners of your eyes! Dark things stir in the corners of your eyes!" said the Bird and then took flight.

Moments later, the sound of a lone chime echoes throughout the alley and incomprehensible muttering fills the air. The steps of whatever approaches are floundering and heavy. An old woman appears around the corner of the restaurant. The movements of her body are spasmodic and irrational. Her dark robes are ragged and seemingly of ancient, Victorian styled fashion. She mumbles pestilent words of incantations and curses, while occasionally playing her chime. In one of her hands the old woman grips a ceremonial dagger. There is no other explanation other than this hag being a member of the cult, and she has come to claim David's body and soul. As her muttering and playing of the chime stops, she raises the dagger above her head and charges her prey with incredible legerity, while wailing akin to a weeping banshee.

Notes: Change your Madness attribute to C-, and add 'Understand Crow Speak' to your Talents.

As Cecelia enters the empty car lot, she is a bit startled that the three-eyed cat now sits upon the roof of a car. As the young girl hesitates, she fails to mind her treading and gets her foot caught in a bantam crack in the pavement. The fall is particularly harsh on the ankle and knee of her right leg. The occult animal simply stares at the helpless lad as she lay in agony for a minute, and then it vanishes into the dark night.

The keys in Cecelia's possession belong to one of the cars in the lot, but it might be unsafe to drive in her current condition. The street is still suspiciously empty and there is no other sign of life except the pawnshop, but there is no telling what kind of person that dwells therein. However, no other oddities seem to have found Cecelia at this time and she remains hidden from the cult and the dimensions beyond.

Note: Change your Madness attribute to B-. Your character now has a 'leg injury'. The pawnshop might have Pain Killers to sell, but you currently have no money—perhaps some kind of trade might work.

Ryan's senses jolt awake from a sudden breaking of a bottle nearby. Some manner of homeless man is rumbling through the garbage, but he appears to be harmless. As the world is slowly brought back into focus, Ryan beholds an empty street and a beating downpour. He feels a sting on his neck; the brand is pulsating pain as another soul akin to himself is nearby.

Upon moving his body and attempting to stand on his feet, Ryan appears to be unharmed, but his memory of the past few hours is hazy. His clothes are soaked and torn. A few feet away lay his brown leather bag with all of his belongings tucked inside. However, another object rests beside it. Upon closer inspection, Ryan discovers that it is a hand grenade*. There is no logical explanation to why such a destructive weapon would casually litter a city akin to common garbage. Perhaps it is what the homeless man is looking for, or maybe Ryan stole it from somewhere?

The street appears endless in both directions. To Ryan's left rests the sight of life and some manner of establishment and the homeless man, but the brand on his neck pulls to the right where he will find a man named David Cohen. Ryan does not know what the pain in his neck means, but his gut tells him that he should follow its call.

[Assistant]
Intent on putting as much distance between him and this creature, Wesley cautiously sidles over to the isle that flanks the seating on the left end of the room, eyes locked on the beast and axe raised so it knows that he means business. But as he backed away, for every step back that thing took one forward, never letting Wesley gain any distance. It was probably the most disgusting thing the boy had ever seen, the sickening display of human remains forcing a gag reflex.

That and the incessant wailing, that seemed to be coming from the paintings… A noise that seemed to upset the creature. With that, Wesley got an idea. Tearing one of the paintings from the wall, he'd grip it like a shield, blocking his body from the beast as he advanced forward with weapon in hand. Going around its right side, Wesley strikes, once, twice, three times, Bringing down the heavy weapon on the monster's back. With any luck he'd kill, or at least make the thing know that he did not want to be fucked with. Going around it and heading for the door was his intention, always keeping himself and the painting facing the monster.

[User]
Ryan awoke with a throbbing pain in his neck and a fuzzy feeling in his head. The past few hours, no days, no minutes, no...how long had he been out?

Around him was a dark, grey alleyway. A man nearby rummaged around in a trash can, looking for something possibly. He didn't really mind or care. His bag was nearby.

As he reached over to pick it up, his hand brushed against smooth plastic. He picked up the mottled green sphere and almost immediately dropped it in surprise from what it was. The grenade clattered onto the concrete and came to rest against his satchel bag. With shaking hands he picked up the lethal weapon again and gingerly pushed it into the bag, which he then slung on his shoulder. Time for travel.

He stood, overcoming the dizzy feeling from being on the floor so long. His neck stung and tingled, a vague feeling pulling him to the right. Was the homeless man there? Was his name David Cohen? Cause that was what this weird feeling was telling him.

He turned right and headed down the alley. No telling what might be down there, but at least he knew he had something to defend himself with, if a little excessive.


[System]
Age: 20
Gender: Male
Appearance: "A simple affair."
Though he is most often seen with this appearance, Lin's true form is far closer to what one would expect of a Qinglong—in other words, a large serpentine dragon of about 7.5 meters in length covered in azure blue scales, with deer-like antlers in the place of horns and a pair of 'whiskers' extending from near his nose.
Personality: Compared to what one might expect of a 'dragon' in context of the 'New World', Lin Quan is far less greedy and self-serving, often acting to benefit a whole rather than just himself. Though he is not wholly selfless in his mannerisms, those who he deems as allies can expect aid should they ever desire it. That being said, he is not necessarily the most outgoing of people, often taking a more distant tone in conversation in most scenarios. However, when issues arise, Lin is often one of the first to posit possible solutions or answers in turn.
Despite his apparent lack of relevant social skills, he can read people to an extent and is more than willing to continue conversations should he be prompted. Often times, he demonstrates by means of actions, not words, and thus gains relevance like that among his peers instead.
History: A college student from China who had traveled overseas for his studies, Lin had never stood out by any means other than his own studies. Even as a student, Lin had mostly kept to himself, mostly engrossing himself in exam preparation and experiments during his free time. His own successes then had led to his subsequent eligibility to study overseas, and the young man had gladly taken that opportunity when it presented itself. Once he had left the endless cycle of examinations and studying, though, Lin found himself with far more free time than he had expected; one thing led to another, of course, and soon enough he had come to engage himself with the global presence that was the internet far more actively, and with it all of the cultures of the world in turn. He did not stray from his studies despite this, though, but being dragged left and right by classmates who wanted to introduce, watch, or play things with him made that far less of a priority.
Though the world had opened up to him, Lin found his time cut abruptly short due to a particularly nasty car crash; the details of the incident were never fully known to him, of course, but all that he knew before his consciousness had faded was that his death was all but certain. Imagine his surprise, then, when he found himself as he was now!
* One (1) set of clothes, currently being worn.

World Encyclopedia: More of a mental construct than a physical one, this skill allows Lin to freely access the plethora of scientific information available to the people of Earth at the time of his transfer. As a skill without a physical medium, though, only Lin can access this database (but can obtain information so long as he desires it). Of course, having such information does not necessarily mean he can use it to its fullest potential, nor does it mean that he can explain the necessary contents to others.
* Flight: As a Qinglong, Lin is able to fly throughout the air (as one would expect of a dragon), though doing so does tire him out. While maintaining human form, however, he is able to 'walk' on air instead, which, while slower, is also far more energy-efficient.
* Affinity towards Nature: Plants have a tendency to grow faster when Lin is near them; additionally, magic involving the manipulation of plants comes easier to him in turn.
* Serene Mind: Unlike Western dragons, Eastern dragons have a reputation as a wise and collected race; this is reflected in Lin's mentality, as it takes a great more mental pressure to cause him to panic.
* Weakness to Fire: As a herald of spring and the represenative of the 'wood' element, Lin is naturally weak to offensive uses of fire.
* Weakness to Anti-Dragon: As Qinglongs are dragons, Lin is also naturally weak to anything intended to harm or kill dragons.

* Human Transformation: This skill is what allows Lin to adopt a human form rather than be forced to maintain his draconic appearance. Though he is naturally able to hide his antlers and tail as well, exerting any manner of power may cause them to reappear in turn.

[User]
Harano

They say life flashes before your eyes as you die. For Andrew, what flashed before his eyes were the rock, the sky and the water, as he spun around falling to his death into the sea. He didn't think much, not of how he wasn't careful or how he was going to be missed by his family and friends. All that ran in his mind was horror.

And then he felt the splash, and it was all over.

Or not quite.

For Harano found himself still conscious, though drowning. Luckily the worst panic was gone and he could clearly see the sun through the water. Quickly he swam out of the water and grasped a stone. Holding to it, he gasped for air. He thanked his luck that he had managed to survive the fall. After calming down, Harano rose to the river bank and sat down.

Harano, why had he called himself that? Harano, no, Andrew, looked down at his hands in shock.

"My hands!" he exclaimed. His hands were scaly and green.

"My face!" Hara... Andrew exclaimed again after feeling his face, long and just as scaly as his hands.

"My...tail?" He queried after realizing that a lizard's tail was now attached to his butt. Pondering just what else had changed in him, H... Andrew looked into the river. Although the water's movement made the image blurry, Andrew could see that the reflection showed no human. Instead in front of him stood a lizard, no, kobold. Somehow Andrew knew that the being was a kobold. Granted, he wasn't exactly unfamiliar with mythological creatures, especially those used in games, but this realization was like from within, like and identity.

Identity... That was when it hit Andrew. He had died as Andrew from the fall, and was now Harano. Had he been born and lived as Harano and only now remembered the truth? Whatever the case, it seemed that this was how he was going to roll.

But first things first. Andrew... Harano, had to determine where he was and where to go from there. He seemed to be in a forest of some kind, like straight out of a fairy tale.

"Hello!" Harano shouted, "Hello!?"

He could hear the echoes of his voice, but not much else. Perhaps he could find more if he got a higher viewpoint. Finding a large tree, Harano began climbing it.

[Assistant]
Lin Quan
At the goblin's own assertion to scout ahead, Lin simply paused and rubbed his chin thoughtfully. As much as he wanted to scout out the area directly, opening the gates if there were still others inside would likely lead to issues. There was another path ahead, though; one that would probably lead to far less risk to the three of them, all things considered.

"If you want to scout the area a bit further, I won't stop you," he began, picking up Lena in a princess carry before staring up at the towering walls in front of them, "but don't go so far as to directly open the gates for us. Gather information, try not to agitate anything, and run if things get too far out of hand. Since this is faster, I'll bring Lena up to get an aerial view past the walls."

Without waiting for anything within the realm of agreement from the doll, Lin began to 'walk' upwards, slowly circling about as the two rose higher and higher into the air. It wouldn't take too long to see inside, at the very least; a steady pace would make sure of that much.

[User]
A Village discussion
"Can I go out and play?" A young red-haired fox girl no more then 4 years of age would ask an crouched man with skin of bark and hairs of leaves clad in naught but the cheapest loincloth in order to appear at least civilised.

"No my child. My fallen brother and sisters seem insistent that there is still individuals outside our village" He said as his palm remained spread on an exposed root within the largest building his brow would then proceed to furrow in abject confusion. "strange my brothers and sister are expressing confusion as it seems some of them have vanished" His voice would take on a hushed tone as he took his hand off the root for a mere moment, opening his eyes to reveal bright gleaming orbs of solid amber. "One of us will need to go out and check." He said turning to the larger group and 14 pairs of eyes stared back at him, the 15th individual merely turned her head and nodded.

The entire village's population had been couped up in the town hall. A building that grown out of the natural growth of trees, bark moving over bark as the trees and branches crossed over in a weave to produce a shelter.

"Well. Would someone like to volunteer? They'll recieve an additional cut from the next hunt." The Treeman rasped for he knew that commodity was worth more then money out in these parts.

"I'll volunteer." The Father of the young fox girl said, His bristling muscles and natural huntsman like build made him look like a stereotypical fantasy hero. His Fox ears flecked a bit. "Does anyone have a weapon?" He asked looking at the the crowd, his things were passed along between them towards him. His Yew bow and leather quiver, as well as a small hunting knife.

he thanked the crowd and headed outside, noticing the cast of a shadow he immediately looked upwards.
"By the gods" He swore under his breath as he immediately began to notch an arrow, moving to the center of the village to get a better shot.

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A vision from the sky
As the two of you raised up and above the trees, clearing the roots and the wall, and slowly peering inside the village. Yes you'd notice the buildings once again and everything within, but this time the dragon would realise that there was indeed people inside the village, as a stacked fox man would look at them for a half seconds locking eyes with the dragon. Before immediately beginning to notch his bow...

[Assistant]
It wasn't as if I knew what else to do. After taking some internal issue with how I had, once again, been so easily picked up, I stood there for a few moments. While I had a distinct impression I could get kidnapped at any moment around Ashewell, at the same time I didn't exactly know what else I could do. I had the body of an eight-year-old girl(at least, I thought so judging by my stature. Did it really make a difference if I was off by a year or two?), which wasn't exactly suited to any sort of labor. Let alone hunting. My tail swished back and forth behind me as I frowned to myself, shifting my feet slightly where I stood.

"... I guess I'll just... go and gather firewood or something..." I half-mumbled. We needed firewood, didn't we? I remembered how to identify it from when I was a... well, when I was a human child in my original world. I'd gone camping before, after all, with my parents. So I remembered the qualities of good firewood. I couldn't really cut anything down myself, but I could at least collect dry sticks to use as kindling.

Or something.

With my mind set on a particular task, I set out to accomplish it. In no way was I going to stray far.

@Pyromania99

[User]
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"I concur! Do be careful though, friend!" Lena replied to the goblin on her own. This whole place was spooky, it made her extremely curious as to what was inside, but that didn't mean she was a fool. Well, not a reckless one anyways! Obviously the gates were shut for a reason, and that was to keep people in...or out. Protective measures and all that. "So how do we get in, Lin, hm? The walls look to difficult to blow-eeeh?! W-wait what are-?"

Just as she had turned to ask Lin how to go about this, she found herself being hoisted from the ground, lifted in Lin's arms.

"Ey, ey, what are you doing!?" She was more genuinely surprised than any sort of embarrassed. "I've got two good legs of my own! You saw earlier!" Emphasizing this by once again, sticking out one of her legs as she wiggled a bit, adjusting her body slightly as she was carried. "...this is an excellent solution though, ahaha!" Peering down towards the ground, she took note of the buildings. So people did live here? It still seemed rather deserted though, save for a single man she could see walking out of one of them.

"Nechetnyy...there's a man down there with something on his head?" She leaned over further, almost trying to lay on her side now, ignoring any protests from the dragon as she tried to get a better view of the ground below. "Ah, Lin, Lin, he has something...I think is that a bow? He's reaching for something - WAH!?" Trying to sit up just a bit too far, Lena lost her balance, falling out of Lin's arms and plummeting to the ground below.

"Net! I'm too smart and pretty to die agaaaaaain!~"

[Assistant]
Lin simply sighed at Lena's own assertion regarding her own ability to move about before motioning towards the ever-shrinking objects beneath them as he continued to ascend.

"If you could fly on your own, then we could do without. This is simply a faster way to get us both the information at once," he responded, slowly moving over the walls of the settlement before glancing downwards.

As things were, the locale seemed fairly barebones at best, and completely primitive at first. Of course, this was itself no indication for what the grander world was like, but it would function well to place into perspective how to put their current existence into question. Given their current equipment (or lack thereof), there were a variety of options to be taken in how to present themselves, each of which was worth consideration.

Of course, that was before his companion promptly decided to get a bit too curious and slipped out of his grasp. After a second of realizing what had just happened, Lin moved to cancel his 'platform' and fell after Lena (in a far more controlled manner), regardless of the person that was aiming for him. An arrow wound, at the very least, was easier to manage than letting an ally die in front of him.

Hopefully, he would be able to catch her before anything too unfortunate occurred.


[System]
Alias & Nicknames: N/A
Age: 27
Place of Origin: San Juan, Puerto Rico

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Blood Status: Pure-Blood
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual
Relationships Status: Single

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Wand: Blackthorn - 11 inches - Troll whisker
Education: Ilvermorny School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
Speciality: Herbology
Experience as a Regulator: Natalia's had the position for 5 years.

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Biography:
Natalia was born into a rather privileged family in the small island of Puerto Rico. She was an only child, and as such, she had everything she could ever want. Despite such fact, Natalia wasn't the typical rich kid. Her parents taught her respect, tolerance, love, and integrity at a young age, and such teachings stuck with her for years. She admired both of her parents ever since she was young...that is, until her father left her mother, Dania, for a younger woman. Natalia was just 9 when such thing occurred, and needless to say, she was devastated.

Fast forward two years later and Natalia's mother becomes serious with a man she had been dating for some time. Not too long after that, Rick moves into Natalia's home with his son, Lucas. Luckily for Natalia, she went on to Ilvermorny to start her studies soon thereafter. The school was her escape, but whenever she went home, she almost always regretted it. At first, Natalia's claims that Lucas would walk in on her without announcing himself raised some alarms, but Rick's reassurance that no such foolishness ever occurred invalidated the poor girl's pleas for help. Despite the fact that Rick was a Muggle, Lucas was born a Half-Blood who was rather powerful. Natalia was home alone with Lucas for winter break on her 13th birthday when she confronted him one evening after one of his advances. Unfortunately, Lucas overpowered her and she was left immobile before he proceeded to take full advantage of her.

Such memory prompted vicious nightmares; the torment being too much for Natalia to take, and it showed not only in her grades, but in her lack of spirit as well. The change didn't go unnoticed by staff members nor the faculty of the school. They helped Natalia through a fairly new rehabilitate education program. In no time, the girl's grades increased, and she seemed much more happy around campus. Nonetheless, underneath her newfound happiness, the darkness that was her tragedy laid perfectly still, patiently waiting for her to slip up and for everything to come crashing down again. These occurrences of hallucinations and similar schizophrenic symptoms only happened in private, away from the rest of the world, but it has nonetheless been a part of Natalia ever since.

Eventually, the girl graduated with top honors and as a result, received a letter of interest from The Occult Regulation Office. Natalia did not hesitate in accepting, and despite missing her mother--and feeling somewhat guilty for leaving her alone with those two monsters--Natalia looked forward to the journey ahead of her.

Notes:
- Color claimed is maroon.- Patronus is a badger.- Her Boggart takes the form of her step-brother, only taller and stronger.- She is a registered animagus taking the form of a porcupine.- Can speak English, Spanish, and Portuguese.

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Interacting with:

Wyatt Holden

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Kieran could barely give Twycross's plan a nod before his partner loudly proclaimed that they would handle the diner. And just like that, he let out a small huff of surprise as he found himself being all too literally dragged along by his partner, his face one of consternation at DeVito's cheery antics. Despite the years they had been partners, the physical contact was still a bit much for the werewolf, so he was quite appreciative once she let go of his hand.

From what he could see, the town of Blue was one of the dullest he had ever seen, as the two Regulators passed very little of note on their way to the diner. Perhaps it was because the place was so humdrum and disconnected from the rest of the world that it had caught the attention of a serial killer with a penchant for eyes and candy. The thought didn't sit well with him, as that hardly seemed fair. 'Not that this world is all that familiar with the concept of fairness to begin with,' he bitterly mused as they passed another quiet street.

"So, we'll go in, order some milkshakes, and ask the waitress to give us some information about the murders. I'll do all the talking, don't worry, you just sit there next to me pretending to be concerned about the news while at the same time looking at me ever so lovingly..."

While the plan made perfect sense to Kieran, DeVito's teasing at the end earned her one of Kieran's trademark looks of exasperation, which involved his head being cocked slightly to the side and his ever present frown deepening even more, as he was not all that keen on repeating the travesty that was his attempt at smiling from a few minutes ago. The look softened though as she explained herself, reminding him once more that there was a stark difference between caring about someone professionally and personally. One that he was likely awful at faking.

The topic of whether he cared about DeVito beyond her skills as a Regulator was a murky one, as he had never really given it much thought. "You got it," he replied simply rather than wasting time delving into the matter.

It wasn't all that long before they got to the all too unremarkable diner. It was the kind that you could step into and declare indistinguishable from the thousands that littered the small town landscape across the country, complete with worn down stools missing most of their stuffing and a Route 66 sign plastered on the wall. Life as a member of ORO had caused Kieran to step into many identical establishments, and he imagined he would step into many more over the course of his career. Well, given that he survived that long of course.

The pair earned some cursory glances from the few customers already seated as they made their way to a booth in the back, while Kieran measured them up himself with his own critical eye. None of the locals looked all that suspicious, much less magically gifted, so he took his seat across from DeVito quietly. The werewolf was even sporting a grin, which had the smallest bit of warmth to it, in an attempt to look a bit happy.

The attempt was short lived though, as the entrance of one Wyatt Holden caught him a bit off guard. Kieran couldn't help but raise his eyebrow, as he didn't care for people he didn't know getting the drop on him, not to mention he wasn't sure he wanted to know what Wyatt meant by "tasty." But the name he provided certainly caught his interest, although that sadly gave way to more exasperation as DeVito joined in on Wyatt's teasing. But before he could try end the foolishness and get down to business, their waitress showed up looking for their orders.

"My friend and I will have the same," he ordered as he gestured at Wyatt, tacking the small grin back onto his face. Truthfully, he was growing somewhat impatient and simply wanted to get on with the case, but he was more than capable of stomaching a handful of small grievances.

As the waitress turned around to put in their order, the small grin quickly deflated as he turned his attention back to Wyatt. "And what exactly has Miss Crane gotten herself into to catch your attention?"

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@BrutalBx

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"Dearest,

Once again my heart is filled with dread and sorrow. It seems that I know not anything but these two emotions. If my soul truly does exist, why is it so tinged with sadness and pain? What has cursed me so? And why must I continue to breathe out into this terrible world?

Masters Corrigan had taken a team to California, a place so filled with light and beauty. They were there to hunt something inside of a famous muggle home. When they had returned, Mistress Zara and Mistress Velvet were both encased in a feeling I was all too familiar with; loss. The creature they chased was a Sluagh, a subordinate of the Wild Hunt. Sarah Winchester was too afraid to die, too afraid of the spirits of those her husbands guns killed and so she made a pact. She made a deal to become this foul creature to starve off death. The team managed to end her miserably long life but at the cost of a child's. With what I know of these creatures, this was the only possible way to end it but it has left them shaken, changed. Mistress Arminstance; bless her. She has decided to leave us, feeling as though this world was too dark for the light to shine. She may have used a confundus on a muggle as I understand she now works for a law firm.

The Texas mission was also successful. Clara Crane had been alive in the nineteenth century, she was young and foolish so of course she fell in love. She have birth to a child but the child did not live to see its fifth birthday. Distraught, she did the only thing she thought she could, she tried to revive it with magic. Even after death, Clara continued to murder children in hopes of using their parts to reborn her spawn. And it worked, sadly too well. She had created an Infantata, a being of nothing but pure bloodlust. Master Twycross lead his team deep into the dark, they did not all make it out. Sadly Master Felix is missing, we do not know where he is though is lack of portrait in the memorium leads me to believe he is still alive somewhere. Masters Athos and Kieran both survived, as did Miss DeVito and Miss Fuji. They would not say what happened in those mines, only that the creature was gone.

Upon their return, Master Stone was approached by the Ministry to undertake a long term job in devising new protections for the muggle world, he accepted and decided to take Master Sebastian with him. I hope they are well and that they stay away. This place will never be safe.

I fear now that more will be sent to replace those that are gone. I fear now, that more lambs are being sent to slaughter. I fear this crushing wave of terror that washes over me. I fear the girl that haunts my waking day.

The pansy at my feet doth the same tale repeat. Whither is fled the visionary gleam? Where is it now, the glory and the dream?

Forever yours"

As a tear dropped upon the parchment, the Caretaker looked up from his letter and saw the face of Emory staring back at him. "Who do you write those letters to my friend?" The Welshman asked.

With his glossy eyes brimming with tears, the creature looked to his master and breathed a tortured sigh. "I know not" He whimpered. "I know not for whom I write or to whom. My mind will not let me see"

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~*~ Isadora ~*~

Once the mission was complete, Isa and the rest of her team returned home, however, she had not spoken to anybody since. She thought she was doing the right thing by handing the mission over to Felix, since he was so much more experienced than her... However, it only goes to show that in this sort of business... No matter how skilled and how much experience one may have... The darkness can still swallow them whole.

She wasn't sure why she had trapped herself in Emory's room, perhaps because she knew that he wouldn't ask too many questions and the fact that he wasn't really one to show his emotions openly. She felt that she couldn't face her teammates after everything that happened, she felt the horribly sickly feeling of guilt rise up in her heart and it was almost consuming her. She hadn't eaten as anything she may eat would soon be thrown up shortly after. If only she had acted fast enough so that mine shaft hadn't have collapsed, if only she had continued her place as the leader of the team... These what ifs where starting to drown her in sorrow. It was maddening.

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Athos was covered in soot and dirt his hair everywhere and his eyes had a raw expression about them. He had been stopped from searching the mines more then he already had and it was clear by not only how he looked, but by the trembling that he was not handling it well. Felix was missing.

Athos moved through the house without so much as a word to the others his crows flying after him. The only sound was the slam of a door before a frusterated yell escaped him. The wail of a broken heart that was clear throughtout before silence once again enveloped the home. Athos leaped into his chest before emerging moments later.

He held the creature close with his back against the side of his bed. Away from the door away from everyone he clutched a large white ball of fur. The creatures several pink eyes seemed locked on its saviour. Im sure he will return Athos. tears escaped his eyes and he shook his head. "They wouldn't let me keep searching what if.....what if he needed help...." the long legs unfurled from the ball showing what exactly the creature was. he has the venom and the silk...he's a healer if anyone is to survive it would be him the soft spoken words from the mouth of the still young albino spider.

Athos nodded before hugging the spider once more. "You're right eclipse. For one still young you are wise." I had a good teacher. Athos managed a small smile before inhaling needing quiet for a moment while surrounded by those he had left. The two ever present crows perched at the top of his bed and let out soft comforting crows as he remained curled with the spider.

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Natalia remained as quiet as the others as she made her way to the kitchen. The aftermath of the mission had affected them all to such point, and even though every new mission brought on with it new risks, the gamble of death was just about the only factor that remained constant. She pulled some chilled wine out of the refrigerator and poured herself a full glass, then grabbed a napkin and headed to her room. Everyone in the house had their way of dealing with their team members' deaths, and this was hers.

Once in her room, Natalia prepared herself a nice, warm bath. She sat on the edge of the bathtub solemnly looking at the slow-rising water. The same thought always bothered her: What if I'm next? Even though they were always being told not to dwell in the past, Natalia couldn't help but think about how things might have turned out had she or another teammate done something different. Regret had a nasty way of making the young woman feel helpless, and it always took her more or less the same amount of time to get over it.

Eventually, when the bathtub was just about full, she removed her clothes, stepped inside, and began drinking her wine.


[System]
Age: 31

Gender Male

Title/Rank/Occupation:
He bears neither title nor rank and he is not actively promoting the fact that he is more than an ordinary blacksmith. Aside from that, recent events have made him workless.

Image/Appearance
As a rough approximation:Source: anghorkheng @ DeviantArt

Yngvarr is about 6'4. His hair is bright red and tends to be long enough to flutter in the wind like a banner around his sharp features. The growing beard is consequently cut off his pale skin. More than a decade of his profession combined with a very strong natural tendency has added a ton of muscle to his frame. He has a lot of scars, but apparently not from combat as they are mainly located around his wrists. He is noticeably overweight, but nothing really serious if compared to his muscle.

Skills/Professions:* Above average - Yngvarr is tremendously strong, but only negligibly skilled at fighting. Crafting weapons for customers doesn't mean that you have to use them themselves on a daily basis. However he can use his frame and strength to wrestle enemies down who don't have weapons.
* High level - Experienced blacksmith capable of smelting his own metals and creating magic runes. This requires a larger amount of his own blood and will weaken him for a considerable amount of time.
* Unusual amount of knowledge about magic in general.
* Devourer of feasts and drinking sprees.

Personality/(Dis)likes/hobbies/etc.:
He has a tendency to be on the sceptical side and rarely really laughs if you don't count the times while he's drunk. This happens rather often as he chronically overeats and drinks a lot. Making a conversation with him can sometimes be a bit of a challenge as he is very blunt, sometimes even nasty. On the other side, he is anxious to say anything that could make other people think that he is more skilled or of a higher rank than he actually is, however he doesn't have any such hesitations when it comes to making people underestimate him. Yngvarr knows his abilities on the battlefield are very limited and it makes him envious, though he would never admit it.
He is not only a blacksmith, but also does not believe in the stories about the era of magic being gone for good. For him it's a myth created to hide a huge gap of knowledge and his own success on that field perfectly confirms that opinion - at least in his mind.

Biography:
Yngvarr was born in Alviora. His father, Agmundr, ran a small smithy in the coastal village of Hragar, mainly producing and maintaining equipment like nails, rivets and arrowheads as all of this was required by the local fishermen and hunters. He never relied on other smelters but instead refined the strong Skagastrond ores himself, passing this knowledge to his son as well, but also forcing him to stick to his business. Yngvarr wasn't exactly happy with that, so when his father found his natural death, he was free to do what he wanted, and that was starting to forge true weapons and armor. Which blacksmith doesn't want to reach the supreme discipline ? Some day, a customer confronted him with something he had never seen before: A sword enhanced by a rune, a rune that actually worked. His curious nature and pride just couldn't stand not being able to do anything about it, so he took the funds he got and travelled to Skagastrond himself where it is more likely to find any knowledge about this topic - but it was nothing that could be learned within a few days or weeks. His venture lasted longer and longer until he took permanent residence in the northern land. He had talent and a certain intuition, so he became successful. But the fact that only few people know about real runes and even fewer can afford them ensured that magic always remained a small part of his daily business - the vast majority of things he crafted was still entirely ordinary. The emphasis here has to be put on the past tense - the small village he lived in has been raided. He has lost his shop and a lot of his former posessions. At this moment, Yngvarr is travelling farther north, hoping to be able to rebuild his existence in Bellara.

Equipment:* One of the advantages of being a blacksmith is that you can skip a lot of the profits other people make along the supply chain, so he is in posession of a high quality custom set of armor for his body: Chainmail for legs, arms and torso and a helmet.
* A round shield reinforced with richly ornated metal, but there is a deliberate dent in it. A hidden rune dramatically increases its durability. The thing was originally created by him in order to slyly give one of his blacksmith colleagues something to think about. It took the competitor a lot of time and a lot of wear on his tools to find out that this thing is kinda... unrepairable. Thrashing onto it can be considered harmful for one's own weapons, especially swords.
* Small knife, definitely hand-crafted and ornated with a small amout of noble metals.
* food, water and ordinary clothing sufficient for a prolonged journey
* horse

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Anasthyn the Mute

Location: Village on the Outskirts of Ballara's Capitol

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The crumpling of leaves was the only thing foreign sound in the forest, as Anasthyn's boots moved silently across the ground. She knew these woodlands like the back of her hand. She could wind through them akin to a seamstress winding thread through a cloth. The sounds around her - the call of the nearby birds, the rustle of the crisp autumn leaves, the rustle of her sleeve against the tree - all of these sounds called to her. They spoke to her and she often felt like the spoke for her.

The girl moved forward, preying careful on the young doe that she'd tagged earlier that day. She'd sent an arrow through it's right leg, wounding it far too much for it to keep up with its herd. It'd taken half hour, but she'd managed to follow it long enough for it to fall away from the rest of the herd. It now sat whimpering underneath a rock in a small mossy clearing. It was licking and nursing it's bleeding wound, completely unaware of the huntress that lurked, simply yards away.

Presently, Anasthyn had already nocked a goose-feathered into the string of her finely crafted bow. The short bow had been made specifically for her by the village fletcher, and it served it's purpose well. She drew back the string and took careful aim, her eye picking a spot on the doe's neck, just below its skull, a part of the body that had little use to the butcher. She breathed a quiet breath and exhaled, at the end of which she let the arrow fly. Her aim was true, as the arrow sank through the deer's spine, painlessly and rapidly ending its suffering.

The young woman stood and walked to the deer. She knelt beside the carcass, but not before looking to the sky and placing two fingers on her lips, then touching them to her breast, a sign of thanks to Odin. She removed the arrow from the doe and cleaned it, placing it back in her quiver. She unstrung her bow and replaced it in the leather sleeve that hung on her back with her quiver.

About ten minutes later, she returned to the dried-up brook in which she'd left her pack and haul-cart. She loaded the deer and her provisions onto the cart and picked up the prongs, wheeling the car back towards her village. When she arrived, about an hour-and-a-half later, the sun was near setting. She walked past familiar people and buildings, arriving at the butcher's shop.

She walked to the back of the shop and knocked four times on the door. She stepped back and waited, the door opening a few moments later. The butcher, a tall-but-fat man called Horace, looked down at her with scrutinizing eyes. He was almost three times her weight, and his nearly six-and-a-half foot body towered above her not even five-and-a-half foot frame. "Ah, the Mute Huntress returns from a two day hunt with merely one pint-sized doe." He said with a sigh. She blushed, slightly embarressed by her haul (or lack thereof). She swatted her hand like she were scratching like wolf, indicating that a dire-wolf had interupted her hunt.

"I see." Horace said, a slight purse in his lips. He nodded and they took the doe inside. He put it on the butchering table as Anasthyn waited for him to pay her. He stepped into another room, coming back with a large purse of coins. He handed her a sum of ten coins, but she frowned at the small amount. She pointed to the kill-wound at the top of the neck and indicated the large amount of usable meat she'd saved him. Horace sighed and added three more coins to the pile in her hand. While she thought it deserved more, she knew better than to press him. She'd personally seen him when angry and she was not fond of that state.

With that, the Mute Huntress turned and left the shop, ready to sink into her flimsy bed at home.

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Skrauti "Jeager" Niadh
Outskirts of Mjors

 Skrauti had kept track of the small caravan for a few hours now, watching it pass mid hunt. Luck was on his side as they walked right past him. Deciding that time should fall before approach, and that food was more important, he finished his hunt for a deer. Snares set the day before did the job, as expected. A small pit of berries laced with rope slung one up quickly. Upon discovery, Skrauti slit it's throat to bleed it, then skinned it for the meat to be prepped for cooking. A small fire was compiled of some pitch and scrapped tree branches and the meat was cooked. A fine meal of venison and berries ensured that he was well fed. Wondering what to do next, Skrauti loaded his pipe with some dry tobacco. A few puffs to bring a moments peace; he always cherished these moments. Several minutes pass before Skrauti realized that he was becoming to relaxed.
 "Time to get moving again. I highly doubt they caught on to me...I wonder where they are going. Perhaps they know the best route to Ballara."
 Skrauti took one last drag off of his tobacco pipe before wrapping it up and storing it. "I miss her" he tells himself, holding the tattered piece of cloth that was his wife's shirt; now but a mere casing for consumables. He walked swiftly closer to the pathway that leads to Skagastrond, wanting to avoid leaving a trail behind himself. He watched studiously ahead of the path, making sure he can confirm tracks in the mud. Small hares and foliage dominated the environment around him.
 "About eight individuals on horseback. Four on foot. One wagon at least. I wonder...perhaps traders. The possibility of a guide being present is high but if they are the wrong individuals, it could be a nasty fight. A difficult one to say the least. I better stay back."
 The trident doubled as a walking stick, helping Skrauti keep pace. Despite the usual instincts and thoughts that dominated his mind, something didn't feel right. Something ominous pressured Skrauti's body, forwarding his instinct to grip his trident. Seems that his tobacco session did nothing to ease himself. This was a feeling that was undeniable. Skrauti did his best to remain relaxed and alert, half expecting a dire-wolf to spring at him from the brush around him.
 "Stay focused...you have a duty to fulfill."

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Sunne Meldune
Location: Ballara

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Sunne leaned against the building, around the corner from where the two men talked, refraining from eating her apple. She'd sneaked up to the spot so she wasn't about to ruin the twos conversation by making them aware of her sudden presence near them. She instead held the apple with a big bite taken out of one side and turned it over and over in her hand. She appeared absentminded, but she was listening intently while her thin fingers and slightly uneven fingernails tapped at the bright red apple skin.

Along the border of Skagastrond and Mjors... I barely made it out with 8 fingers

The gravelly voice of the scarred man grumbled lowly. The shaman kept silent besides the occasional grunt before the scarred man wrapped up his tale of danger, filled with hobgoblins and even a troll, all which he faced with a sword, shield, and his wits apparently. Sunne rolled her eyes a time or two, stifling a disbelieving cough as well before the shaman finally spoke.

And are yeh gonna tell the thane about this supposed invasion of beasts? he asked.
An' why would I do that? the scarred man scoffed. Bellara's sins will find it soon enough.
Hmm... the old shaman mused. I suppose you won't have to anyway, considerin' his lil' daughter's been behind yeh fer a while.

Sunne froze, tips of her nails piercing apple flesh as she whipped her head around towards the men, dark eyes wide. The mad looking man quickly drew his own sword, obviously enraged he'd been spied on as he turned the corner to face Sunne himself. The shaman simply chuckled under his cloak and turned away, walking to safety.

"Look... I would have announced my presence but well, it was easier to hear your story without looking at that face during the retelling," Sunne said, smirking and tossing the apple right at the man's face when it turned redder from increased anger. Sunne laughed and booked it away from the guy who cried out angrily and began chasing her through the crowded market, sword out and just pushing past people as bits of apple clung to his scars now.

Sunne's quick, light footed steps let her move with ease, but soon she was out of the crowded area and ducked between two homes. There was barely a drop of sweat on her smug face, eyes darting through the opening to see if the man would run right by or see her by chance.

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Location: Border between Skagastrond and Bellara

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The man with the red mane was tired. Very tired. It wasn't just because he had been travelling for more than ten hours since this morning or because he had been repeating this for days, but he was also mentally exhausted. The day was bright, but his spirit was dark. These damn raiders! If it had not been for them, he would never have felt any need to do what he was doing right now.

The way he was going on wasn't the main road. He had deliberately decided not to use that because, if he was honest to himself, he was afraid. What if he was attacked a second time ? He couldn't rule out this, random things did happen, even or especially if they were bad ones. Yngvarr just hoped that using a more remote route that was seldomly used by traders or more noble persons would reduce the likelihood of such a double event.

The incline was steep and his feet were sore. His horse was sweating like he did, though it was only loaded with his supplies. Yngvarr didn't posess a real map of the area, he was just hoping that the distances from one village to the other were short enough for not having to rest under the open sky. So far, his gamble had worked, but he was less and less sure that it would continue to do so as he currently couldn't see any end of this terrain.