[System]
Nickname/Title: Calamity Queen
Appearance:(ignore the gunblade), and add a black cloak with a hood.
Race: Human, although she views herself as a shade.
Class: Necromancer
Main-Hand Weapon:Double Edged Battle Scythe
Off-Hand Weapon: Find someone who wields a normal scythe with one hand effectively :P
Secondary Weapon: Her lips
Armor: Cloth
Powers:
-Necropolis: The mainstay of almost all necromancy, this allows her to summon up either skeleton or zombie creatures. Skeletons have the advantage of damage dealing, but are more brittle than their fleshier counterparts, who in turn, deal less damage. The more numerous/powerful the summon(s), the more it costs.
-Shadow Step: A more effective method of dodging attacks. Whenever an attack is about to hit, she will seemingly dissipate into the shadows, before appearing elsewhere. Can also be done for movement to a hard to reach location, or surprise attacks. Range and strength of natural shadows in the surroundings dictate how much life it costs.
-Devouring Kiss: A seemingly simple spell, this is also one of the most important spells that allows Suki to stay alive. She basically kisses someone, regardless of gender, and can either drain them of energy, or their life. The former has the advantage of not killing the target, but the later is more efficient in sustaining her.
Skills:
-Seducing: She has gotten rather capable of seducing someone, mostly to keep herself alive. With her looks complimented by the dress, it isn't too hard to do.
-Stealth: When required, she can be extremely stealthy, moving silently at an acceptable pace, which is something one can't exactly do with heavier armor.
-Information Gathering: Combining both her abilities to seduce someone, and her stealth capabilities, it's not surprise that she can gather information.
Weaknesses:
-Dying Life: Necropolis and Shadow Step have a cost. Compared to most spells and magic styles, which consume the caster's energy, necromancy based spells consume the caster's life. Thus, requiring the caster to consistently drain someone to keep herself alive.
-Active Dodge: Despite having the Shadow Step spell, it is an 'active' spell, meaning she has to deliberately cast it. If a surprise attack hits her, it's going to hurt, especially with the cloth armor.
-Thin Armor: Cloth armor, while extremely light and allows for agile movement, doesn't give way much in terms of taking hits.
-Easily Flustered: Despite having to kiss to keep herself alive, Suki is flustered quite easily. This is evident when she tries to kiss someone she knows
Personality: Cautious and prone to hiding, one might find Suki hard to associate with. Not because she's violent, or unsocial or anything of the like. It's just that you might have a hard time finding her. And even when you manage to get we to talk, she seems to talk rather softly.

However, once you get to know her, and gain her trust, she becomes a rather useful and adorable companion. Whenever tired, she would not be afraid to use someone as a lap pillow, nor be used as a hug pillow herself, despite blushing very profusely. Also, she will come to you for a kiss quite often.

Whenever scared, she has a habit of squeezing herself into a small corner or a tight space between furniture, the look of doom gloom on her face.
Background: Coming from a village that had religion as a pillar of support, it isn't too hard to imagine what kind of suffering Suki had went through just for being born with the powers of a 'demon'. Consistently being chased away from others, even having rocks thrown at her.

Having to survive on her own, she found her way through rather underhanded methods. By far the most effective seemed to be seduction, before draining her victim into unconsciousness.

Nowadays, she moves around consistently, since most of her victims would be out to look for her, and churches would be out to hunt her down.
Other:

[User]
Carver patted the gnome on the back as he devoured the meal. He saw that the woman had gone to sit with the half-elf; a troubling alliance, possibly, but not one that seemed to pose an immediate danger.

The strong-looking man has asked him a question, he realized. The offer was a tempting one - he was already traveling, and friends were good to have, especially when one was as poor as he was. "I'd be glad to travel with you, friend." He extended an armored hand. "My name is Sir Carver. A pleasure to make your aquaintance." Although...

He coughed slightly. "However, I feel honor-bound to see to the well-being of my new friends," he said, gesturing to the gnome and to the corner, where the strange girl sat. "Perhaps you could propose them the same question, and we may all go off together? I'm not sure I could leave either in the same state I found them."

[Assistant]
Kelvin
"Petroleum, iron filings, sulfur, fresh paper...and something else... You smell interesting."

Kelvin's eyes widened slightly, and a small grin stretched across his lips. Interesting. "I like this one." Kelvin slowly uprighted the stool and slid back onto it, settling to examine this being. He barely acknowledged when the cloaked woman moved away, excusing herself to ask around. It was possible she would have more luck, if for the wrong reasons. Yet... Separ had introduced them both, yet she had still avoided giving a name. He stroked his beard, considering. Strange. He turned his attention back to the gnome as food was brought, and watched the being down it in fascination.

"Forty three seconds." Kelvin whispered to himself softly as the gnome slammed the bowl down. Behind him, Separ had already requesitioned the knight into their group. Curver, cover, something like that. He hadn't been paying to much attention to the last part. However, as far as the gnome went...

"I don't mind spending time with this one." Kelvin turned on the stool and jerked a thumb towards the gnome. "Separ's in charge as far as I am concerned though." A thought occured, and Kelvin eagerly swung down his backpack, pulling out a long, stiff tube about as long as his forearm. The fuse was curled up and tied with a bit of string to make it compact. He held it out in front of the gnome, careful to keep it out of reach. "What do you make of this then?"

[User]
Suki smiled lightly as she heard the rather expected response. As a matter of fact, she was expecting a number larger than three. Of course, this half-elf seemed rather anti-social, if this was how he normally talked, questioning what one wanted from him. Deciding to actually do as she had said, and ask for companions, she answered "It isn't anything really to difficualt. Just join up with 'him'-' here, she stopped talking to casually point towards the one she knew as Separ. "- on his idea of an adventure."

Noticing the rather blunt action of sliding the bottle of alcohol towards her, she looked at it with a mixture of curiosity and suspicion, before daintily reaching out and grabbing in. Taking a whiff, and enjoying the aroma of the drink, she had just poured a little bit of it in her mouth when the half-elf ask her to take off the hood. Nearly choking on the drink in surprise, she coughed several times, before finally settling down.

"You have your reason to stay covered up, I have mine." Although rather roundabout, her answer was a definite negative in regards to his question.

[Assistant] Vis shrugged the retrieved his bottle of wine from the other side of the table, taking a long slow draw from it and feeling the liquid being drawn down his throat and ending with a warming splash in his stomach. "Tho be ith.." he slurred slightly before regaining control, "I'll think abouth ith." slowly Vis rose from the chair on unsteady feet and recorked the bottle of booze, putting it in it's rightful place, his bag. He began to make his way to the door but suddenly, his foot caught on a chair leg and he went down like a tree, slamming into the flower with a dense crash, though luckily the bottle of wine was unbroken. He looked up from the floor to see what he tripped on but all he saw was stars and a pointy hat, usually a few sips of wine didn't make him this tipsy.

[User]
Alula was not sure what had happened, but she was currently on the ground. Only moments ago she had gotten out of her seat, with the intent of walking over to the paladin and thanking him for escorting her to the bar and then leaving. She had cooled down enough to feel like it was time for her to leave town, she had had enough of strangers and confusion for the day. And once it came nightfall she knew she needed to be away from others. But she never made it to the table where he was sitting

Because now she was on the floor. Someone the two of them, with their uncertain steps, collided. It would have been easy to knock Alula off her feet, she already has enough trouble walking with her limp. As soon as the half-elf and Alula collided it was as if someone sent embers through her veins, it burned. Under normal circumstances someone would probably get up and apologize for being so careless.

But Alula was not a normal circumstance.

With a growl Alula leapt to her feet, all traces of sluggishness and cripples gone, and pointed her staff dangerously close to Vis. She hat remained on the floor, her white hair brightly glowing and matching her illuminated eyes. The dislocated and warped voice again spoke through Alula in a threatening and hostile tone.

"HOW DARE YOU HARM HER!"

She raised her staff above her head, as if ready to strike the half-elf with it, but she suddenly stopped when a voice spoke to her.

"The man means her no danger, it was an accident."

As if a light switch had been hit, Alula stopped glowing. Her expression looked shocked and scared. She dropped her staff to the floor with a heavy clunk, and reached up to pull down the brim of her hat, only to realize it wasn't there. She instead covered her eyes with her hands, not sure how to react.

[Assistant] Vis did not know how to react, so he remained petrified on the floor, staring up in abject horror as the drunkness quickly vacated his body to leave abject soberness. He did not expect such a violent reaction from her, and her staff could have crushed him with ease, esspecially with her new found vigor. But when she started to slow down, his mind went from fear to sympathy, she too had something to hide and noe she didn't have her means to hide it. He looked around on the floor for it but the hat seemed to have vanished, so he slowly brought himself from the floor and with a hesitant, reluctant hand, untied the scarf from around his face, revealing the large gash down it's side that was hidden for so long, exposing all his teeth and even some jaw bone. Vis draped the scarf over her head in a way that it acted like a hood that she could draw over her eyes if she needed to.

[User] Everyone in the tavern looked over as the oracle raged. But after Vis took off his scarf, most looked away. Those that kept looking either gave a disgusted look or throw up. One brave soul felt the need to say something, it was the barkeep, "Hey, what did I say about you causing trouble in my tavern, cover your disgusting mess of a face up or get out."

[Assistant]
Carver was up from the table and across the inn almost immediately. He saw the elf remove his scarf, revealing the disfigured face within - but to Carver, he had revealed something else; a character of fairness unsuited to his features. He had shown compassion, in his actions - this was a good man.

Then the barkeep opened his mouth, and Carver clenched a fist. A liar, a cheat, a cruel man who spat in the face of kindness. Trying to muster all the gentleness he could in that moment, he put a hand, gingerly, on the girl's shoulders. "You don't have to be afraid," he whispered. "Nobody here will harm you."

That done, he retreated his hand and turned to the bar. "You cheat," he said, slowly, steadily, his voice gaining power with every word. "You lie. You prey on the innocent, the drunk, the vulnerable. You spit in the face of an honorable man. You are arrogant, greedy, and cruel, and you know not the love of the sun." He was shouting now, and he rested a both fists on the bar. "My name is Sir Carver. I am a Paladin of the Sun, and I bring these charges before you. What say you in your defense?"

[User]
Alula had stayed with her hands over her eyes for a few moments, not noticing as the half-elf stood up. She had far too busy panicking about what had just happened, what she could have done. She felt like hyperventilating and running, but her body was frozen. She could feel the entire bar staring at her, and she felt the need to fall back to the floor and hide. What happened next surprised her. She expected the man to run away, many had before, but instead she felt something being placed over her head. It wasn't her hat, but a piece of cloth. He was helping her hide her face. She again felt a lose for words at his kindness.

She uttered a soft and slurred "Thank...you." From under the cloth.

More gentle touches, this time from the man in the armor. She winced, bracing herself for the burn that she knew was coming, but she never felt the pain. That was new. Even his words held a kindness that was foreign to Alula. She could hear the paladin calling the barkeep out on his actions, but his words felt far away and faded.

[Assistant]
Watching as the half-elf had stumbled into the female that reminded her of the night, the sudden escalation into what could only be said to be a possession occurred. Suki had no other words to describe the phenomenon. However, it seems that it disappeared just as quickly as it had appeared, and the woman was left standing there in embarrassment.

Raising an eyebrow at the half-elf taking off the scarf, only to smile subconsciously at the kind act of making a makeshift hood for the other woman.

Making her way over, she undid the clasps on her cloak, before slipping it off, revealing her body accented by her dress to the tavern. Taking the cloak, she slipped it over the half-elf, making sure the hood covered his face, just as it had for herself. "It seems your reasons are far more important than mine for the moment." Quietly whispering these words to the half-elf alone, she sighed, before muttering "I'll fix this." yo the others in the 'adventure group', before slowly walking towards the barkeeper, drawing just about every male gaze towards her.

Reaching the keeper, she smiled, before leaning forward, hands held behind her back, subtlety pushing out her chest. "Is it alright for you to let this incident slip by~?" Whispering such words with a seductive tone, she winked.


[System]
Appearance: Along with her steel gauntlets, greaves, and chain mail vest, Rebecca is most often seen in a cream colored tunic and black pants. Her trusty halberd is usually carried in her hand or strapped to her back.
Age: 28

Titan: Rylai

Origins: Luther Kingdom

Personality: Normally, Rebecca is a quiet girl, preferring to take things slow and linger on her thoughts and actions. To anyone observing, it would be strange to see a girl like this carrying the same steel halberd that Rebecca carries with her, whatever the reason may be. She sees it as a reminder of home, where she came from, and where she wants to be, but that doesn't change how strange it looks to passer-bys.

Likes:
 - Peace and quiet
 - Origami
 - A good debate
 - Preaching to everyone about her current views of justice and equality

Dislikes:
 - The vistas. They creep her out.
 - The idea of gray morality
 - War in general.
 - pointless anarchy

Backstory: In kingdom of Luther, a royal advisor by the name of Raleigh Taylor had a child with the lady in waiting of Luther Kingdom. This child would go on to be Rebecca Taylor. Due to her higher status, she was a friend to the royal family, often finding herself in organized play-dates with the princess and her friends. It was an ideal life in the eyes of some, but her father wasn't satisfied.

Raleigh had great plans for her future. Unlike most girls of her status, she was taught to kill. Her father had hired ex-knights and spies to train her at a young age in combat and espionage. She was to use her status to keep a close eye on the king and his daily life, and report these details to her father. When the time came, she was to kill the king and throw the kingdom in to chaos.

Unfortunately, Raleigh waited too long, and Rebecca grew to the age where she could form her own opinion. Though she had never known the king directly, she liked the time she enjoyed with the royal family. She didn't think she would be able to handle ending the life of anyone close to them. When she was 16 years of age, she revealed every detail of the plot to the king. Of course, the king was horrified. Raleigh was sentenced to death by the guillotine for his crimes. Rebecca was allowed to live for bringing the information to the king, but she was no longer allowed in the company of the royal family. Her father's wealth was confiscated as payment, and she was only left with a few possessions that she would have to sell for money. Most of it she was sad to see gone, but she cared more about her livelihood than her father's possessions. The only thing she couldn't bear to sell was a steel halberd that her father had custom made for her. She couldn't bring herself to completely dismiss her father's memory, so she decided to keep it. It became a habit for her to carry it everywhere with her.

With nothing left to keep her in Luther, she bought a horse and set out on her own to discover what life could give her outside of her father's legacy.

Skills & Talents:
 - Rebecca is reasonably skilled in the use of many melee weapons, including swords, spears, and axes. Her preferred weapon of choice is her steel halberd.

 - Being the champion of the titan Rylai, she has to have certain skills to help her to represent proper justice, such as deduction, debating, orating, and interrogation.

 - Despite the weight of her armor, Rebecca is very proficient in maneuverability. Though her actual travelling speed is hindered by her armor, her flexible body allows her move around the attacks of her enemies without too much movement. For this reason, her combat style is based on a defense of redirection and counter-attacks.

Equipment/weaponry:
 - Though she may have a talent for using multiple weapons of war, her main choice of weapon is her steel halberd. She does her best to carry it with her everywhere. Her father had it custom made for her, and though she may not have used it in the way he had wanted, it was still a useful tool and a surprisingly sentimental reminder of her father.

 - Her choice in armor is mich lighter than most. Rather than using the full armor of a knight, Rebecca prefers to only to wear a pair of steel gauntlets and greaves, and a chain mail vest beneath her clothing, all pieces that she bought herself after leaving Luther. She finds this easy to move in and strangely comfortable, so comfortable in fact that she finds herself wearing it even when there is no need to.

Reason for picking Titan/Branded: With her eventual goal of becoming an advocate for absolute justice and equality, it was only natural for her to side with Rylai, the titan of such.

[User]
Such a wonderful day! The sun was bright, the humidity brought on by last night's storm was trivially endured, and the birds were...well, really annoying, actually. Their constant chirping made it almost impossible to think. To make matters worse, the people of Galorand seemed content to encourage the fluttering flappers by tossing them bits of bread and oats! The little avians would all fly to the buffet, and amplify their infernal screeching tenfold. Merasmus took it upon himself to escape from the hell that is the outside world by making his way into the nearest book shop, where silent pontification and intellectual rigor reigned supreme. He had only been in this particular shop once before, but the intelligent regulars and the owner's own selection of academic reads made quite an impression on the wizened old man.

Pacing slowly through the many isles of tomes, Merasmus had a very hard time actually choosing picking something out to read. Alchemical manuals, incantation guides, bestiaries of all sizes...they were all so tempting! Ultimately, Merasmus decided on something a bit more contemporary, but also on a subject he had little experience with. The front cover bore blood-soaked blades, rancid gashes, and a very detailed rendition of a leg that just had its foot removed, all encompassed by a flame that enveloped the rest of the book's visage. The title read 101 Common Wounds and Methods of Cauterization, written by Sargon of the Akkadian Warbands. A gruesome read to be sure, but such knowledge could prove very useful to Merasmus...though he hoped that he would not have to apply any of it to himself, of course.

As Merasmus read his newly obtained text in the lounge area of the shop, he overheard some of the other customers whispering about some sort of war between the kingdom of Heham and a land called Hawic. Mercenaries and guilds from all over the continent were being recruited to bolster the fighting force of either side, though apparently most would have none of it. Merasmus considered war a massive waste of time. All that time fighting and dying when those very same soldiers could be put to work testing new inventions and securing magical artifacts for study! The leaders of the surrounding kingdoms were so childish their antics gave Merasmus headaches. Why couldn't they all just play together like good boys? The lands they raze could be home to the next great discovery, and they're just stomping all over them! Absolutely outrageous! Merasmus shook his head and continued reading, not wishing to spoil his good mood by thinking of such conflicts any further.

Hmm...now that is a VERY interesting application of candle wax!

[Assistant]
War for the Crown- Bulithy Vale
"What do you think you are doin' here young lady? Don't ya know these forests are cursed," said the figure who had silently approached Maris from behind. His voice was rough, like coarse sand and the thick smell of pipe tobacco wafted out as he thin trail was puffed from between his lips. He smelled partly of dew and blood, a wound on his arm wrapped in fresh bandages easily visible as the Champion of Locke turned to meet the gaze of the obviously veteran soldier. Coarse grey hair indicating stubble was fresh on his face and his hair kept pulled back in a short ponytail made for an intimidating sight to most people.

Yet, Maris knew the man was not a danger nor was he even a hassle should the need arise to fight him. Exhaustion was painfully obvious on his face, his eyes bloodshot and struggling to stay open. It was surprising the man could even stand in his state, something had obviously pushed him to this point. It could only be assumed that it was whatever had caused the damage to the soldiers all about. "You'll want to leave here and quick, I can take you out. You'll only meet the same fate as them if you stay." Something similar to sorrow and regret in his voice told Maris that he was completely serious. A fresh breeze of air flew past the pair, bringing in the smell of rot and blood from the corpses in its path.

Heham's Desire- Heham

The Sentinel's Guild Hall was absolutely bustling that morning, a din of conversation being carried well into the streets outside where the soldiers of Heham's Army stood in great disdain. Some of the smaller Guilds were looking at the door to the Guild Hall with a smile for they knew what had gone down within. It was well known that the those who had denied the call to arms had been talking, something was certainly up and Rand knew it well as at least twenty men from seven different Guilds walked into the Hall. They wore the regalia of fighters, thieves, mages, and even a few merchants and yet, different though they were, they seemed to bear an uncanny unity that few Guilds could call their own.

"So, I hear you Sentinel boys have also turned away from this foolish war just like the rest o' us." The booming voice which near silenced the Hall had come from a large man, a well known blacksmith and head of the largest smithy Guild in Heham. His black beard and dirtied skin yet fine clothing contrasted his appearance so that he stood out far more than he normally would've. A few other men from other Guilds stepped into the hall, watching out the doors cautiously. "Now, I'd like to offer you boys somethin' different. We all know that damnable King is gonna run this country to the ground, I say we stop him. Me and the lads here have already gotten the support of a few of the other Guilds, with your help we could very well win. The only issue bein' takin out the Black Watch bastards who's coin purses are filled by the King to guard this city," He said in a hushed voice to the congregation. A few men among the Sentinels nodded in agreement and few shook in dissent, though the majority showed no preference at all. What had just been said could very well bring about the deaths of all of them.

Galrond

While Merasmus read away in the sitting area of the bookstore, the sound of shouting could be heard outside. With the recent dispute over the legitimacy of the King of Galrond had come tensions between the common people, nobles, and the military. It was well known that many Mages held places of power in Galrond, though few more barely more than the King's personal tax collectors. Those who entered the streets during the day were often attacked and today was no different. Yet, the attack this time was more than just thrown rocks and the occasional punch. This time, men died. Screams echoed from outside into the store as men and women ran from a hail of pebbles. Somebody had picked the fight with the wrong Mage and now there was hell to pay.

Skirmishes

It was a surprise that such a punitive force had made it behind the lines of Hawic's Army but it was worthless to focus on them. They'd be well enough dead before the day was over and life would return to usual. Men and women watched with curiosity in the nearby area, though they quickly lost the interest and went about their daily lives. They knew little about the world outside of their lands and cared little about it. Cerise though, he wasn't like the others anymore. The world had cracked up similar to that of an egg and he knew that his life would no longer be the same. A few soldiers wandered by, lacking care in the fighting as the marched towards the front lines. Many had went to die on those fields and for what, an honorable burial? No, that just wouldn't do for Cerise, not anymore at least.

[User]
The way the sun hung in the sky above Galrond made it look almost otherworldly. It was interesting, but Rebecca just couldn't shake the feeling of unease rising within her. After all, she was here for a reason. Despite how cheery and peaceful the town seemed in the daylight, rumors had spread across the country about a mysterious beast appearing in the night. The beast was said to have been the death of many an heir, and had terrorized the people if Galrond for ages. It was only natural for Rebecca to want to investigate. If she couldn't use her blessings to protect world order, what good were they?

She had arrived earlier in the day, and was surprised to find a town that didn't seem gripped by fear of some fantastic beast. The streets were absolutely bustling with activity, making it hard to guide her horse through them with out getting a few annoyed looks. She needed to find a place for him to stay as soon as possible. She tapped on the shoulder of a man passing by for help. "Excuse me," she began.

The man turned to face her, and was met with a strange sight: a dark skinned woman dressed in polished armor and carrying a large halberd. It definitely wasn't something you'd see every day. Was she going to war or something? Rebecca carried on without noticing his confusion.

"Excuse me, sir" she continued, "I'm looking for an inn to spend the night in, preferably on with a stable for my horse. Could you show me-"

"Stay the night!?" the man exclaimed, "Are you mad!?"

It was Rebecca's turn to look confused. "Mad? I'm only looking for a place to rest."

"You should leave." The man's eyes were nervously darting left and right. "It isn't worth risking your life." With that said, he sped back back to the rush of people around them, leaving the confused champion to wonder just what was going on. Maybe there was something to these rumors after all.

As the time passed, the crowd was slowly thinning out. Rebecca and her horse cpuld finally move comfortably, but she still couldn't find any sign of an inn. Suddenly, screaming could be heard up ahead. People began to fall left and right as a hail of pebbles rained from the sky. Rebecca raised her arms to protect herself, and the pebbles loudly bounced off of her armored gauntlets. Those around her weren't so lucky. The pebbles fell like a hail of daggers through the unprotected people. Those caught in the attack dropped like stones, never to move again. Those who could still move were panicking wildly. They all struggled to push past each other to reach what safety they could. In the resulting commotion, her horse panicked. She grabbed hold of the reins, struggling to calm her steed, but it snapped its constraints in the struggle. "No, wait!" she shouted, but the horse ignored her. He sprinted off with the crowd, leaving Rebecca on her own.

Let him go! her instincts screamed in her mind, People are being attacked right in front of you, and you need to help thrm first! She turned to face the coming threat. A group of strange men were at the center of the chaos... No, she realized. Theses weren't normal men. These were... mages! She tightened her grip on her halberd. This was going to be a difficult battle.


[System]
Age: 16
Gender: Female
Arcana: Hermit
Equipment: Nothing
Skills: Archery, Animal Husbandry, Swimming, Track, and Blending In
Appearance:

Personality: Sakura is shy and doesn't like to stand out, but also hates when she doesn't excel at everything she does. Somehow she balances these two extremes, being incredibly skilled at sports and still managing to avoid attention. She has trouble making friends, but those she does have she holds close.

Biography: Sakura lives alone in an apartment paid for by her father. While she is technically the next of kin to a highly successful businessman, because of their strained relationship she's hardly ever mentioned. She tried to run away from home, but her father found her and instead of making her come back, she was told to stay in Shikatsu. He paid for her apartment and made sure she went to a good school before cutting off almost all ties to her.

Persona
Name: Inari
Appearance:

Reflects: None
Absorbs: Fire
Void: None
Resist: None
Weak: Dark

Abilities:
Agi
Maragi
Dia

[User]
"Huh?" Was the Miyamoto family's eldest son's initial, eloquent reply to hearing someone say his name. It took Daisuke a moment to locate whomever wanted to talk to him, and he couldn't help but cock his head slightly when he recognized the speaker. Jin, another student; not one he could say he knew very well, but he'd at least met them earlier in his education. They had something of a reputation. Not exceptionally unlike Daisuke's own, if he was honest. Still, the question was a bit of a surprise. And one it took him a second to decide how to answer. Still, he settled on an answer pretty quickly, all things considered.

"If you pick up an application, there's a box to list who referred you. Y'can get can application at the counter if you ask for one. Boss always needs another pair of hands. She'll probably ask me about you, and I can try and put in a good word. No guarantees she'll listen, but she's a good person. She'll probably give you a job."

[Assistant]
The faintest widening of her eyes was the only outward indication that Minori was surprised by the friendly response; truthfully, she had half-expected him to rebuff her greeting. Tsk tsk, she scolded herself, the corner of her mouth pulling upwards in a wry, lop-sided smile, Just goes to show that I shouldn't judge someone by their initial appearance. She would have thought that she of all people should have known that.

"I'm Minori Koizumi! It's nice to meet you too, Katsu...san?" She faltered as she tried to figure out the appropriate suffix to use, her brows creasing in thought. She knew that "-san" was always the most standard and polite way to go, particularly with people who she had just met, but damn if it didn't sound at least a little weird to her when she used it to refer to someone who was practically the same age. Then again, she wasn't one to disregard what made someone comfortable or uncomfortable, so she supposed that it was always best to play things safe.

Laughing at the offer, Minori adjusted her bag on her shoulder before tilting her head at him, one brow arched high. "Now why would either of us ever get funny looks?" she asked in an exaggerated tone that clearly betrayed her amusement, "We're just two normal looking high school students minding our own business, no? Nothing particularly remarkable or attention-catching about either of us."

"Buuuuut," she continued, "If you really don't mind the company, then I think I'll take your offer. I live in this direction anyways!"

[User] "Ah! It is a pleasure to meet you." Senhime said with a bow towards Takauji as always her first response was to bow towards the person that was introduced. "B-but to you a-a-nswer y-y-your question T-T-T-tomoda-s-s-san I-I was heading towards the roof." She answered stuttering a little bit towards the loud individual. She was getting used to him sure but as always she was uncomfortable around him. It both frustrated her and exhausted her that she was unable to speak normally to people like Tomoda-San. "W-w-where are y-y-you h-h-h-heading i-if I may ask?" She asked towards the odd duo one seemed like those people were constantly between two girls vying for his attention like in those comedic dramas form overseas or the light novels she secretly read. While with Tomoda he seemed the loud type one that was sort of odd to be found hanging around someone like Takauji-san if you kept up with the stereotypes.

[Assistant]
"What a ~coincidence~!" you trill in a delighted half-singsong tone, clapping your best buddy on the back even as he rises from a polite bow of his own. "We were headed that way too!"

This prompts a blink from Takauji, who turns his head to look at you funny. "Were we? I thought you were just bolting wherever..."

"Where's a dude to take a brother in need if not a safe location, my man?" you counter, folding your arms and adjusting your shades the infinitesimal amount to make them gleam in the overhead lights all cool-like. "Either of our houses'd be too obvious a hidey-hole, anyway."

The lone heir to the Aragaki name (one cousin aside) frowns. "And the roof isn't? Either way, I think we've more than evaded anyone who'd be 'chasing after me' if we can stop and talk like this."

His fingerquotes serve to belittle your concerns somewhat, but it's no skin off your back. Takauji Aragaki was living proof that a black hole could be placed upon the earth's surface without anything bad happening, and you weren't talking about his ability to pack away food or his attraction field for what you guessed would soon be a stupid number of girls in his class.

Nah, your Bro, whatever gods above may there be bless him, was the densest son-of-a-bitch you knew by a country mile. It was part of why he hated your Casanova jokes so much— they made no sense to the poor bastard.

In summation, he was living proof that the Large Hadron Collider would not, in fact, destroy the world any time soon.

"Nah, dude! Nobody ever thinks to look up, right? Same principle, man! It's like most of the girlies in the school, present company excluded of course, don't even know the roof exists! It's a perfect chill-out spot!"

Your reassurance is met with mixed emotions culminating in a shrug.

"If you say so, I guess. But hey, isn't Senhime-san going up there too? We shouldn't bother her, man."

That was a fair point your hedgehog-headed pugilist friend made, but...

"We can chill quietly. That'd work, right, Senhime-chan?"

You meet her with your winningest smile, despite it reminding most people of Bruce from Finding Nemo.

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Hitoshi Katsu

Hitoshi gave a half shrug, casting a faint sideways smirk at the girl. Normal - yeah of course. Sure, why not?

"Sure I don't mind. Probably best if people don't walk alone these days anyway, y'know?"

Of course he had heard the rumors - who hadn't? To Hitoshi that was all they were: students gossiping and making mountains out of molehills. Whether he believed them or not though was irrelevant, the important part was that people should put their safety first. Even if people hadn't supposedly been 'disappearing', there were enough dark places and unpleasant people about to make safety something worth keeping in mind.

And even if he barely knew the girl, he wouldn't wish any harm on her.

"Besides, with you here? People might stop crossing the street to avoid me." He grinned a little to himself despite his own joke cutting just a little too close to home.

It was rare that anyone actually actively tried to avoid him - most barely recognised that boy that had caused them trouble in years gone by and the rest had generally come to tentatively accept that he wasn't the same any more, but there were still times that he had run-ins with those that still expected him to behave like some kind of thug. He supposed his appearance might be a part of the problem, but there were some things that just seemed destined not to change.

As they walked, he tried to get an idea of exactly who this girl was. Minori Koizumi she had called herself. Polite and obviously careful of her manners if the slight stutter over which honourific to use was anything to judge by. Pretty little thing - it was hard to believe that she didn't have anyone better to walk with. Maybe something had happened recently? He ought try and not say anything awkward, just to be safe.

"So, what you planning on doing this weekend" He asked as they made their way towards the district's center. It was a pretty flimsy line of conversation, but the best he could come up with on such short notice. Nice and noncommittal and neutral. "Got any plans? Looks like this weather's set in to last - though that might just be wishful thinking on my part."

[Assistant]
Jin listened to their classmate speak, and nodded once it was done. They really believed that Miyamoto-kun would help, for what it was worth. He wasn't the type to lie needlessly. "Thanks. I owe you. Free repair next time you need it, ok?" Jin flashed the boy a quick grin, and then nodded politely to the other girl. Then they were out the door and down the school halls. Jin was, technically, a member of the 'Going-Home Club', as they didn't have official membership in any club. If only there were a Mechanics Club! But Jin would probably have to start one personally, and honestly couldn't be bothered to do so.

Jin's feet moved on autopilot, leaving their mind wandering. Last night had been a rough one, more than usual. While sleep and Jin were never on good terms, lately, the nightmares had changed. Usually they involved snow and blood, but lately there had been eerie butterflies and a question about their name. A question that Jin couldn't answer, deep down. Was she truly Jin Takahashi? Or was that a cover for Jinayah Ifriti? Sure, they had the one of the best grades in English, because they actually spoke it, but didn't Jin speak Japanese just as well now? Who was this Jin, anyway? Boy? Girl? Jin or Ayah or who, exactly? It made Jin's head hurt to think about. All they truly hoped for was to get some manner of sleep. The hospital was not a convenient place for a new school year...

Stifling a wide yawn, Jin realized they'd made it outside. The Archery club was hard at work. Upon seeing one of the very few people they would call a 'friend', Jin plucked a spare bow from the rack and calmly joined Sakura's side.

"Sakura-chan." Pulling an arrow from the bucket, Jin notched it between fingers long-callused from street fighting, took a deep breath and let it fly. It hit the target quite to the left of center. Hitting a stationary target was easy, once you calculated mass, distance and force. Jin plucked a handful of arrows, tipping their head slightly to the side, mentally calculating. "How are you?"

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"Oh, I see."

It was hard to tell whether Kimiko was speaking in reference to Daisuke or Jin, who had appeared like a whirlwind before Saitou had even been able to form an effective reply. She waved at them as they began quizzing Miyamoto on a potential future selling Kimiko potato-based sides to snack on for dinner, but had disappeared before the girl could effectively whip up a sales pitch for why this future was beneficial for all parties. Jin's in-and-out time was small enough that Kimiko could effectively fit the entire conversation within her wave, and she stood there for a second after they were gone. Just waving.

"That's okay, Daisuke-kun. I like your french fries best."

She spoke with an understanding smile and nodded her head gently. He always gave Kimiko more fries than anyone else who worked his shifts.

To be fair, they would all give her four orders, as ordered. But Daisuke's handfuls were the biggest, and he would sometimes smile wryly at her when she thanked him. It was quality customer service.

"I suppose I'll settle for ordering a burger tonight."

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NPC: Igarashi Iemasa

"Good afternoon, Matsumoto-kun! Heading off to Lit?"

Igarashi Iemasa, twenty-five years old, has a long-term long-distance relationship with his girlfriend in Hokkaido, sidled up next to the aforementioned longcoat-adorning teenager, a dazzling smile (one that, if you were super poetic, was almost comparable to the sun in its intensity) plastered onto his face. A satchel hung across his torso, its top almost over-filling with what appeared to be history essays (if the lined paper was any indication). It seemed that the young history teacher was off to get most of his obligations done before the weekend, and thus allow himself to relax and enjoy his hobbies.

Of course, this didn't mean he wasn't going to talk to his beloved students! Why, he was quite happy to converse with them rather than head directly home to his cozy little apartment. It was always good to know how the kids were doing. It was hip thing, wasn't it?

And Matsumoto-kun looked like a guy in real need of somebody to interact with.

[User] "I-I am sure that your company w-w-won't be a bother or discouraged" Senhime said as her cheeks lit up with a large blush as she smiled brightly at Tomoda-San it was not often people actually took her opinion into mind and that made it something special perhaps she could try interacting more with Tomoda as well? With a quick shake of that though from her head she focused back at the task at hand. "I-i-if w-w-w-e are h-h-h-heading towards the roof we best be off" She quickly added it was true to be honest but she was kind of curious despite being in the same class as Tomoda she knew little about him or anyone for that matter. Perhaps she could use a bit more interaction with her peer's like the teachers suggested.

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Sakura looked up in surprise at her sudden companion. "Capt- I mean, Takahashi-san." She stood still for a good while, unable to decide what to do, before simply returning to her archery practice, albeit quite a bit less focused than before.

"What brings you to the archery range?" She asked, trying not to sound rude. Personal interaction had always been her greatest weakness, and she really didn't know how to handle anybody, let alone someone as unique as Jin.


[System]
Age: 16

Gender: Male

Class: 1-A

Personality: Yukito is extremely studious and nerdy, trying to learn all there is about the world he lives in, and the people that live in it. Socially, he is somewhat shy and quiet, but kind and generous, and will not hesitate to try to help a good person in need. He can easily make a decision, and stick with it, but at some times (when he is in a bad state or in panic) it is hard for him to think rationally and he won't stay calm. Regarding his pansexuality, he hasn't spoken of it to his family and friends. He does, however, not try to hide it, as he doesn't want to accidentally lose the chance of love. (And he doesn't flirt. I don't think people like him flirt.)

Background: Geography, physics, math, history, you name it, he's almost definitely got it. What he lacks in strength and personality he excels in intelligence. Yukito's parents are very strict, but they strive for him to be the best, and they wish to enroll him in a prestigious college. In his family life, he has two siblings, an older brother and a younger brother, and his extremely strict parents. His older brother is the slacker of the family, the one who stays home all day doing jack shit. His grade-school level younger brother on the other hand, learned from Yukito and is on par with about a middle school student's intellect. Though Yukito's family isn't even close to the richest, he still was pressured to do his best, by family and friends. From an average person's perspective, they would probably think Yukito's background is pretty average. But the reason why he needs to strive is not just the prestigious college, but his parents. His parents, although very smart and responsible, did not make close to the right decisions in high school/college. They, instead of studying and learning, chose to go with friends and have fun, fool around, and throw parties when no homework or projects were assigned. If it were not for this, Yukito would probably be rich- but also a delinquent like Utaho. But these past mistakes made by his family give him an inside hope to never give up.

Sexual Orientation: Pansexual

Skills:

Geography/World History
Yukito is extremely interested and proficient in the field of Social Studies {Geography/History}, and was even the champion of a regional contest in the subject. This is his best grade, and his grade in this maintains a beautiful A+. He knows all the capitals of the world, from Moscow in Russia to Yaren in Nauru, and even the smaller countries like Bhutan and Georgia. This is obviously his favorite class.
(SUPERIOR INTELLECT WILL BEAT YOU ANYDAY BRO)

Math
As this is also a core class and a very important one as well, Yukito is forced to excel in this. Even though he is not interested in it, he is forced to try to be the best in his class at it, although he himself doesn't think of it that way. That, of course, doesn't mean he does not like the mathematics subject in general. He still believes it is sometimes fun, and crucial to graduate and make lots of money.

Life Sciences/Physics
Although Yukito loves the hands-on part of this subject, and he loves learning about certain parts of Science. But the only problem for Yukito is the arduous, boring lessons and lectures given to the students. In this subject, he seems to excel in organic life, including reproduction, the ecosystem, and cells. (Life Sciences)

Physical Education
He can run. He can jump. But he sucks at everything else. Staying up all night studying and doing entirely academic, indoor activities takes a toll on your physical performance. Although he does exercise occasionally to keep his weight low and his good looks staying fresh.

Extracurricular activities
Yukito is in three different clubs, the Chess, Honors, and the Cooking Clubs. (Yes, I just made those up ;.;) He also knows how to play and practice the piano, but I don't think that would really matter in a zombie apocalypse.

Weapons: N/A

Relationships/Friendships:

Mi Kiyoshi
Yukito only really talked to his very small group of friends, but that doesn't mean he doesn't notice the other kids in his class. His relationship with Mi is unknown, as he hasn't really interacted with her.

Paneru Yagyuu
Paneru is not even an acquaintance to Yukito, as he probably doesn't even notice the poor boy. But since Paneru is an older, class 2 student, Yukito looks up to him as a sort of "role model". Not to mention his kind personality, one that Yukito would try to adopt.

Other: Yes. The tag is right, he is a nerd. Just like me.
They ate Shoske! (What else did they eat?)

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@Kurisa

Utaho knocked away the pencil thrown at her with a lot of ease. She was so pissed that even if she had hurt herself with it, she wouldn't have noticed anyway. "Of course not, bitch! Now-!" She was about to pull Shoske towards her and deliver his righteous punishment... Until the announcement came on. It was creepy as hell, that much was for sure. Kirari and Ami seemed really creeped out. When she heard it, Utaho let go of Shoske and stood up. It seemed way more important than beating the shit out of some idiot that wasn't even worth her time. She put her hands in the pockets of her hoodie and approached the window, standing beside Kurisa. Ami and Kirari went to where she was too and looked at the scene going on outside.

"W-Wha!? What is happening?" Escaped Kirari's lips. The white haired girl couldn't believe what was happening outside, and she took a pair of steps back before falling down. Ami rushed to her side, while Utaho just watched, astonished at what was happening. "Uta-chan... What is happening out there?!" Ami asked her. Utaho simply stayed silent for a while. "Uta-chan?" She asked again.

"Dunno...." She got away from the window, still pretty surprised at what was happening, but sounding oddly calm. She then approached Kurisa, and motioned with her head for both Kirari and Ami to come with them as well. Ami helped a wobbly Kirari stand up and they also walked to where Utaho was. "But you are right, Kurisa. We can't just stay here. Those things will probably eat us." Even though she tried to sound as calm as always, it was a reality that her legs were shaking like crazy. Ami put a hand on Utaho's shoulder, to calm her down. She didn't have that luxury, though. The stupid ass president ran away on his own. "Wait, you fuckin' fou-!" Before she could finish, it was already too late and the president was no more. It was good that Kirari and Ami didn't move like, at all, from where Utaho was. If they had been as stupid as the prez, they'd be dead by now too. Only a question remained in her head. "How the hell did he got elected president." She whispered, and it made her laugh a bit.

She turned to face Kurisa again, both Kirari and Ami following her actions. "I am pretty dumb, so..." Utaho turned to Kirari, who let out a little gasp after her friend's eyes posed over her.

"E-Eh? Y-Yes, I think... it would be a good idea to do that. What else can we do? Those things are swarming the stairs." She said, turning to see the place where the president had disappeared into.

"Then, we are with ya, Kurisa." Utaho finished, while Ami and Kirari both nodded at Kurisa.

[Assistant]
The announcement terrified Mi. It was terrifying. Mi was frisking out, but she tried not to show it. As Mi gas trying to figure out what was going on, a rational part of her brain told her one thing. You are great with medicine. Get stuff from the nurse's office. She was out last time you went, Mi thought to herself, standing up and dashing to the exit of the gym. She maneuvered through the crowd, breaking off of the panicking mass of students in order to beeline to the nurse's office. Mi didn't think about weapons. She thought about what she was good at. Medicine. And so that was what she was going to get.

As Mi ran through the halls and slammed open the doors to the nurse's office she frantically looked inside, making sure it was empty. She then looked around and saw a messenger bag. She picked it up and began to shove medical supplies in it. Every now and then she would look over her shoulder at the door, and much to Mi's relief she didn't see anything. Once Mi had filled the messenger bag with medicine, bandages, and other medical items she left the office. Mi skittishly eyed the halls and rooms as she left, she was highly alert for any signs of anything. She didn't want to be attacked and die. Mi wanted to survive. So being alert was the only thing she could do.

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When Mi fell to the ground, it was both a relief and a sorrow for Yukito. He was happy there was someone as reserved, and even with somewhat same qualities. However, a person like Yukito would- could never wish for something like that. But it was really no time for relief, as the bully was fuming red, and his female followers were crossing their arms. "You know what? Both of you are bitches! Fuck this class and it's little shitheads! I'm out!" he exclaimed, charging out of the gym, knocking over one of Yukito's former friends, Shingen, in the process. "Move, ya fat nerd!" Shingen was pushed to the wall, and Yukito frowned. What was the P.E. teacher doing? At the most of the student's knowledge, he was out to do SOMETHING... The boy with glasses stood up, and walked to Mi, holding out a hand for her to grab. "What a waste of knowledge, that boy. You need help?" He said to Mi with a smile on his face, and he looked at Shingen. "Sorry bro. We'll get back at him someda-" But he was interrupted by three somewhat girly screams.

The two girl followers ran back shrieking into the gym, as a bloody bully was crawling in. "H-HELP!! IT'S A... A ZOMBIE!! HE-" Splurch. That was the sound of his neck almost being chewed in half, and he instantly went quiet, a pool of blood forming around his face. All the kids in the gym shrieked and panicked, and flurried around to exit while they still could. And the one eating? The P.E. Teacher, now a pale, grisly shade of gray. Yukito almost literally cried. Fat ol' Shingen was running away, but he was stopped by a wave of people, knocked to the ground. Yukito, in a rush of adrenaline that he didn't know he was coming, pulled Shingen over, and dragged the fat boy with him to the Tech room. "Come on, we don't have long, we need to escape!" He was almost flooding his face with tears at this point, tears of sadness and tears of fear. Hopefully they could survive in the world which seemed to be falling apart.

As this was going on, the PA went on, and someone spoke. "Attention Students. Please remain calm and follow your teachers orders and evacuate the school in a calm and orderly manner. I will repeat. Please remain calm. There is an issue going on outside and we must eva-What!? What are you doing here!? NO GET AWAY! GET AWAY FROM ME!! SOMEONE HELP! THEY'RE INSIDE THE SCHOOL! AHH!! HELP!! IT HURTS! GAAH!! HELP ME! HE-" Yukito shook his head, closing his head. This day... This day was probably the worst day of his life. Nothing in the entire world could beat his pain. He came into a quiet sob, before seeing Paneru Yagyuu being attacked by what seemed to be a zombie. This girl, even though they probably didn't know who he was, was the person Yukito secretly admired. She was the smartest person Yukito knew, not to mention her kind and gentle personality. "N-no! Yagyuu-sama!" He was running to the victim, Shingen in hand, who was also in shock.


[System]
Birthdate - 3/3/2001

Gender - Female

Age - 16

Parental involvement - uninvolved

Appearance

Compass - High nonsense High Virtue

Short history/personality

Hannah's world allowed her to shift between human and creatures. Now that she's back on Earth she can't do that and it frustrates her to no end.

Hannah was missing for 6 years, she did not de-age when she returned. Her parents while happy she was back at first realized she was a very different person than they remembered. Hannah believes if she had to have done 6 years over again she might have been able to deal with her parents, but they have distanced themselves from her completely.

Hannah was kicked out of her world, the Wilds, because her nemesis sent her back. Hannah has been out of her world for 6 months and at the school for 5. She knows she can never return.

When Hannah left she had gone through a door that had appeared in her closet. When she returned through it she startled the new residents of her old room. She went to the police station and there they discovered she was a missing child. Her parents picked her up and quickly realized her "kidnappers" had really messed her up.

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Alexander

"It's more that in my world, if you need to look for something you get to the highest point you can and look down," he replied, "None of this neck craning stuff except to see your way up the rigging." It seemed he was the last in line to stroll through, aside from Kade himself. He nodded toward the older man about not eating or drinking anything, then took a breath and a step over the threshold.

It was the wind that hit him first. Not the howling stormy wind from whence they'd come, but a warm, gentle breeze brushing against his face. The kind of wind that only appeared under an open sky on a late spring day. He felt lighter. No less strong, but his body felt like it weighed a full third less, almost, and if he were to jump it would be an accordingly higher height. And the smell on the breeze... Julie's smell. He'd recognize it anywhere. Oh it was faint and barely perceptible, but it was there and he knew it- and then it was gone. The breeze stopped without warning, the smell vanished, and his own weight collapsed down on him again. He stumbled briefly from the unexpected sensation, but managed to keep his balance. "Oof," he exclaimed, "That wasn't graceful at all, now was it?"

"So this is it then."

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Kade stepped through the doorway and as he appeared for a moment anyone looking his direction could see armor and a sword at his side. He shifted looking uncomfortable for a fleeting moment, and then he was his normal collected self. "Alright, we need to get to the top of the tower, and Alexander you'll like this bit. We're jumping from it. You might be able to find what we need when get up there, but first, we need to worry about getting through the town. Sumi this is your quest. What is your plan?"

"Where is this land on the compass?" Sumi asked him.

"It isn't," Kade replied his lips tightened. Her eyes went wide. "It is the in-between. You're all likely to find things here that appear to be from your world. There is no guarantee that they are actually from your worlds. Be on guard, this place will try to keep you. It is where lost things go to die." Christopher swallowed loudly and his hand rested on the bone in his pocket. "So what is your plan?"

"You said we need to go to the castle top right?" Kade nodded. Sumi continued, "Then we should pair up. Astrid, Alexander, and Katalina you three have the least experience you should partner with someone from the old group. Katalina, I think you and Christopher should pair up. You two have diverse enough powers. Astrid pair with me. Alexander you and Hannah should be with Kade."

As Sumi finished giving the group orders a heavy blast of wind almost knocked Astrid over, but it did catch Hannah off guard. She had her fall broken by a bush though. Alexander could feel the wind rip at his legs trying to knock him over it was as if the wind was sentient. Christopher and Kade both leaned into the blast of wind easily keeping their balance.

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Astrid

Astrid went relatively quiet as Kade and Sumi spoke. Sumi was the leader of this quest, as Eleanor and Kade had said, so she would listen. She was a bit surprised that Sumi wanted Astrid to go with her, but she didn't question it. It sounded like Sumi had an idea of what she was doing, and that comforted Astrid. She had always looked to her head Valkyrie for guidance and orders, especially when the lady Freya had not been around, which was most of the time. She was busy with other tasks, even if she was the one that helped assign new Valkyrie's to where they would be the most useful.

The thought of her Lady as well as her fellow Valkyries made her a bid sad. Of course, as the blast of wind almost knocked her over, she squeaked a bit as she tried to regain her balance. She blushed as she looked up at Sumi, hoping that little moment would pass without remark. "So, what shall we do? We're trying to find a path to the top of the castle, yes? Then we're going to jump from it? Okay then." She frowned at that. She was okay with heights, but usually she knew she'd be fine if she fell. If she died here and now... it would end poorly for her.

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Katalina

"Alright, I can work with Christopher." Katalina was aware that some of the other students had issues with Christopher, partly because where he had gone. Many boys went to other worlds, or their homes, to find adventure. To be a pirate, to explore the world. Christopher... had went to Maripose. What she knew about Maripose was that it was like a big Dios los Muertos painting.

The wind did not affect the girl from under the water. She was use to fighting the currents, so she firmly stood her ground as the wind whipped around, and looked around. "I think someone does not like that we're here. We should be quick. Where do you want our groups to go?"

[Assistant]
Alexander

Jumping? Alexander's eyes lit up at the word. Jumping was good. Not as good as flying of course, but you still had the rush of air and the sensation of leaving the ground. And if they were jumping from a tower it would be a long fall, which was even better. He got excited- up until Fade warned that this was where things went to die and to be careful. Death was a good way to sober anybody of most things, exuberance included.

Almost as if to signal his point, a forceful gust of wind came howling at them. It slammed into him as though it were a physical wall, and his torso started to tip over backwards. Instinct took over his motor control however, and muscle memory was right on its heels. With motions practiced enough to be like breathing he lifted his left leg just high enough off the ground to take a single, forceful backstep that ground his shoe into the dirt, while at the same time he twisted his right foot to dig in. His legs bent, his center lowered, and he turned his torso sideways while raising his arms to cover his face. But even with his well rehearsed movements he found himself nearly losing the fight. It was almost like the wind was blowing harder in response to his resistance. And then it was gone, just as quickly as it came.

"What in the name of the sky was THAT?" he asked as he looked around, one of his hands drifting to palm the hilt of his knife.

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"Be careful," Kade said in response to Alexander. "This place will constantly be changing." Again as if summoned by their words the wind died down and snow started to fall. The snowflakes were the size of their hands. The temperature dropped dramatically and the group started to shiver. Kade pulled out a heavy jacket from his bag. He looked to Alexander, "See prepare for everything." Oddly Hannah was the only one in the group who didn't look cold, even though they could probably estimate that the temperature had dropped to below zero degrees on the Fahrenheit scale.

Sumi thought for a moment as she pulled on a heavy parka, her fingertips already were turning blue. "Kade go into the market, the three of you see if you can find out if there is like a tour of the castle that we can get in on, or maybe they are looking for new employees." She shrugged uncertainly. "Katalina see if there is a mote and if there is try to find a way around it. A way that works for all of us." She added the last part almost as an afterthought. "Astrid and I will try the front gate. In thirty minutes let us all meet near a fountain in the town square. If multiple go for the biggest one."

[Assistant]
Katalina

"Send the water girl to look for a moat. Alright. I think we can do that. C'mon Christopher." Katalina could feel the cold, and moved to tug out a jacket out of her pack. She tugged it on and shuddered a bit. She could tolerate the cold ocean when she had been at her home, but that had been different. Her body was use to that cold. This? Ugh. Snow was stupid. Frozen water did her no good, and it never felt the same as her beautiful ocean.

"So, uh... if there is a moat, what are we going to do?" Christopher was tugging on a coat, but while he did, his little flute never left his hand. Katalina found it odd that he always had the flute with him, but she had heard whispers that it never ended well when it was taken away from Christopher.

"What Sumi said. Find a way around it. There has to be a bridge somewhere, but if worst comes to worst, I'm sure we can ask Alexander for some help? He looked more than happy to climb up and jump from the castle earlier. Ugh... heights." Katalina shuddered at that. Katalina preferred the ocean, it's depth, it's comforting embrace. Heights? No way. She had never been the kid climbing up the trees. She had been the one diving into the pool.

"Alright..." Christopher shrugged at that as the two started walking towards the castle. Katalina zipped up her jacket and shuddered a bit more. Oh god... was it just her imagination, but was it getting colder the closer they got to the castle.

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Astrid

As the temperature started to drop, Astrid was at first not affected. She had been near Helheim a few times. The frozen land of the dead... where poor souls went if they could not go to one of the other afterlives. After a few minutes, Astrid reassessed her situation. It was getting colder, and she was not use to the cold that well. She tugged out a lovely wool coat, one that she had stitched a rune in (purely for her own pleasure.) She buttoned it up and looked to Sumi.

"So, the front gate huh? The direct approach for you and I? Alright, I guess we will see how that works out for us."

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Alexander

It was starting to get cold. VERY cold. Cold enough to make Alexander shiver, even with his leather jacket and what he'd thought was ace tolerance for the temperature. He'd been soaked inside a cloud before, but that wasn't really comparable here. Still, there were things to do and timely manners to do them in, and a little chill wasn't allowed to stop them. Even if it wasn't that little.

"Right," he said as he started moving down the road, "To the market square we go then. Oh night's a-coming quickly, it will be here ere long... so grab your lines and hoist the sail, we must be moving on..." Sky only knew why the old shanty had popped into his head, but whispering it under his breath certainly helped keep him upbeat and moving forward. "The sun is setting fast lads, the cold is closing in... but once we reach the port lads, we'll warm up with some sin..."

[Assistant]
Kade led Hannah and Alexander into the town square. He raised an eyebrow as Alexander started to sing and a soft smile spread across his face. Hannah followed behind the two of them flexing her arms, and yet somehow not cold. "Kade," Hannah started. "This place is dangerous because it makes us want to stay." Kade nodded. There wasn't anymore he needed to add to that. She caught a snowflake in her hand it stayed for a while before it started melting. The rest of the snow melted at the same time and what had been crunchy snow was now slick mud, the cold stayed the same. Hannah lost her footing. "You've got to be kidding me." She shouted sliding in the mud frustrated. Kade was able to maintain his balance and reached a hand to Hannah to help her back up. "Guess we should have brought cleats or something," Hannah said brushing the mud off of herself.

Sumi nodded at Astrid. "You and I are straightforward types, might as well take that approach." As the ground got muddy Sumi's face scrunched up annoyed. It was still freezing cold, and now the ground took more attention to pass through. "This place is annoying." She complained while trying to find a clear path, she was able to maintain her balance but it was not easy.


[System]
23 years old
Knights; Spies for the Rebellion

Daryn and Daelyn share a past that they do not like to repeat. The two of them grew up on a tiny fishing boat which only came to shore to sell its wares. The fishing boat was a relatively wealthy business, and most of their youth was pleasant. The rebellion kept its distance from the four of them, although they understood enough of what was going on. At some point, their mother was asked to come help with the rebellion, because she was from one of the families that founded the rebellion. She did, leaving her children on the boat. At the age of twelve, Daryn and Daelyn watched their mother's execution, hidden behind their father in a crowd of people.

Something in the children sparked as they watched their mother being carried to a pile of bodies. When they turned 18, they both left their father's now failing fishing boat to join the rebellion, with a promise that they would return with enough money to fix his boat, if not buy him a new one. That was five years ago.

When they joined the rebellion, they were thrown into training as blank slates. Daelyn wasn't a fighter; that was easy to see. He had the strength and the size, but he couldn't stand to kill, to see the light fade from their eyes. He was too gentle, too nurturing. Dae became a shy boy, rarely ever talking, cradling animals and babies. Eventually, he was moved to help care for the animals around the base. Daryn, on the other hand, flourished. What she lacked in muscle, she made up for in agility and wit. She was smart, and she could beat any man in a sword fight. Yet, Daryn was rough, crass at times. She didn't know how to hold her tongue or her temper, and often, she found herself in trouble. Daryn cared for Dae like she was his mother though. Protecting him endlessly put a joy in her heart that she couldn't explain. They would often be seen, standing, shoulders touching, just whispering or breathing.

One can tell that Daryn and Daelyn are identical twins. Both of them have brown, ringlets of hair. Daryn keeps it at rest on her shoulders; Daelyn at the ear length. To lesson the confusion, Dae shows a full brown beard. Both adults have bright, sea blue eyes that reflect the very waves of the ocean they grew up on. They are beautiful people, in two very different ways. Since they live as peasants, both of them wear gray tunics that reach about mid-thigh, black pants, and gray ankle height boots. Daelyn wears a necklace that once belonged to his mother; Daryn wears a bracelet made from fishing twine all braided together, a gift from her father.

[User]
Daelyn came into the clearing where he could hear Ser'deni yelling for him. He sat the unconscious Daryn down, moving over to inspect the prince. There was a lot of blood, and it made his heart race. It seemed to be all over the two of them. Ser'deni looked weak, but whatever wound Triver had gotten was healed up. Daelyn saw the bloody arrow laying on the grass and assumed poison. He looked around at the horses. Two of them were severely wounded, show through the chest. They would be dead before morning. He stood, going after the other two horses, who were hidden in the bushes.

"There's a healer in Port," Daryn muttered, as he walked past her with the horses. She was moving around, although the wound on her leg throbbed steadily. She didn't even try to get up. Her head spun, and she felt like she might vomit. Daelyn nodded down at her, picking her up and putting her on her horse.

"That's where we will go then," he said, situating her against the beast's neck. He seriously doubted that she would be able to stay upright. He tied the horses reins to his own horse's, going to pick up Triver. The boy was a dead weight. Whatever poison was on that arrow had severe paralyzing effects. Daelyn put the boy on the back of Daryn's horse, right up against her. He wrapped the boys arms around Daryn, and she held on to him as tight as she could. Daelyn moved and swept up Ser'deni next, knowing she could probably walk. But she looked dead tired. He sat her up on his own horse, and swung up on it behind her. She was much smaller than him, and it was easy to reach around her.

"I promise we will make it," he whispered to her, touching her upper arm, "I won't let anything happen to him." He had noticed how close they were. Daelyn didn't know how they were connected, but they reminded him of Daryn and himself. He knew how much it hurt her to see him hurt. He felt it now, looking at Daryn with her still bleeding, fist sized hole in her leg. Daelyn kicked his horse into a run, jerking the other horse into movement.

The path was black. He had to rely on the horse's senses to get through the overgrown path. He forked to the right when the time came, hoping he remembered the way. Hours seemed to pass as they pulsed forward. Daryn could feel the horse's heart racing under her, its muscles pulsing on her pained legs. The air began to smell like salt, and she perked up, knowing they were close to home. Already, if she looked up, she could see the gates.

The horses slowed down as the gates came into view. Daelyn brought them to a stop, staring down at the two guards.

"Your business here?" the older man asked, crossing his arms.

"We are looking for a healer," Daelyn said, "My sister and I were born in Port. We have friends in the village." The man looked at him with hesitation, glancing over at Daryn, who struggled to hold her head up. The man raised his hand at his partner, who went for the crank. As soon as the gate was open wide enough, he lead the horses through.

Port was exactly how the twins remembered. It was on long line on buildings facing the cliffs down to the sea. The natural cliff rocks made roads, and the horse's steps clattered across the sleeping town. They passed the town center, where a fire still burned. Animals roamed around the village unattended, eating whatever had been left out for them. Daelyn led the horses down to the last house in the line and began banging on the door. When no one answered right away, he began to hit louder and faster, until the door swung angrily open. An old, disheveled lady stepped outside, glaring at him. She had a mountain of white, wild hair piled up on her head, and her skin was covered in black markings, making her look threatening. The twins knew better.

"Daelyn Lyker, what brings the likes of you to my doorstep at this hour?" Daelyn smiled at the old lady, who was talking louder than normal. She looked around the street.

"Please, Amaria, we need a healer," Daelyn said, nodding to the three people still on the horses.

"Boy, that man is on the brink of death! And that poor mage looks like she could faint walking," she scolded, "Hurry bring them in, before you wake up the entire village." She disappeared into the house, leaving the four of them on the doorstep. Daelyn grabbed Triver up, taking him into the house and setting him down on the large wooden table that sat in the middle on the front room. He went back and got Ser'deni, laying her down on one of the many cots that lined the room. Amaria had been one of the best healers within 100 miles, but he didn't know if her business still thrived. He went back to get Daryn, who jumped down into his arms. Once inside, she did her best to stand, leaning against the door frame.

"I'll stand guard," she muttered, brushing her long hair away from her face. Amaria rushed over to her, shoving a wet clump of leaved in her hand.

"Pack that into the wound, and don't let anyone in until morning," the old woman said, leaving her to tend to herself.

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The ride to Port wasn't rough on Triver, he couldn't feel the horse beneath him and he couldn't see anything beyond just blurs of color that bled together to create dark areas. He didn't feel bad; he knew that he was dying. There was something that he found to be peaceful about it and it was the fact that his body was numb. If he could have felt anything then maybe his reaction would have been a bit different.
There were so many things that the Prince needed to do still. He needed to find Inaris and take him back home, he needed to make sure that Ser'deni wouldn't cry, he needed to ensure that his knights were safe...he wanted a family; he wanted to fall in love and get married. If he died now, he would regret everything in his life.

After some time the Prince simply passed out.

Ser'deni was afraid for once. Usually she could handle things like death and being injured because that was what she had been taught to do. It was different when she cared for the person who was dying. She had never felt this before and the feeling on its own was frightening and confusing. The woman fought to stay awake throughout the ride.
When they slowed and she could hear the sounds of a sleeping town, she let out a deep sigh. There was hope for Triver after all. They were taken down from the horse one by one and honestly she was a bit frustrated. She was a mage, not a kid and she was sure that she was older than the twins anyways.

Triver could hear the fuzzy and far-off voices of everyone around him. He could hear the twins and the stranger and even Ser'deni.

The mage tried to get up from the cot but she felt so sleepy and she nearly fell forward. "It'll be okay." She said to Triver as she reached for his hand. One of her hands was placed on the table to keep her balance and the other gripped the Prince's hand. He would have gripped hers back if he had the chance. Ser'deni sighed and pressed her lips to his forehead before smoothing back his sandy hair. The woman scolded her and the mage was about to say something back when something was thrust into her hands.

"A blanket." The woman said before moving about, grabbing things to heal the prince. Ser'deni felt useless as she felt her way back to the cot. Once she was curled up into a small ball and she had the blanket draped over her, the mage began to cry. Was she going to lose the two people that she held the most dear? She had lost her mother but she had been too young to understand or remember her clearly.

In the morning the mage woke with no memory of falling asleep. The only thing that she remembered was Triver was on death's door. She sat up too quickly and her mind spun as she looked around the room. Although she was weak with mind magic, Ser'deni could reach out and poke around at the minds of other people. She used it as a means of moving through crowded rooms without the need to openly display her disability. He's still here. She thought once she came into contact with Trivr's dreams. She knew it was Triver because everyone had a unique color to their thoughts. Triver's was a deep and dark royal blue. Inaris's had been a muddy gold. Even the twins had their own color.

The mage tumbled to the floor, her feet tangled in the blanket and she furiously kicked it away from her before scrambling to Triver, who had been placed on a nearby cot.

He was asleep but alive and that was all that mattered to her.

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Daryn fought sleep as she slumped down and sat at the base of the door. She had crammed the herbs into her swollen leg and then wrapped it in a piece of hot cloth that Amaria had given her. While she fought to keep her eyes open, she watched the old lady and her brother bustle about. Amaria was a mage, but she didn't use her magic unless she absolutely had to. Instead, she used her knowledge of other healing methods. Brews and the like. Amaria lay Triver out on the table and laid both of her hands on his chest. They stayed like that for a very long time, and Daryn knew that she was countering whatever poison was killing the prince. Suddenly, the old mage pulled back, slumping against the back wall. Daelyn moved to help her stand.

"Move him to a bed beside his sister," the old lady whispered, patting Daelyn's arm, "She will be upset when she wakes up. He will want her as well, I assume." Amaria glanced at Daryn whose eyebrows were perked up. The lady chuckled. "Didn't know they were related, huh? Well, there's a lot you two don't know. Protect the Prince like your life depends on it," she said, walking out of the room, "Because, my twins, it does."

Daelyn followed her command and moved Triver to a cot right beside Ser'deni. He covered the boy up and moved away. They were siblings. He could hardly believe it. They didn't look alike at all. At least Daryn and he looked the same. Daelyn sat down on the floor beside Daryn, who wrapped her arms around his body. She hummed a song to him, quietly, and he knew she was going to fall asleep.

"I'm sorry I got you hurt," he said, closing his eyes and falling into the sound of her light voice.

"You did nothing," she said, "It was all my idea. I owe the two of them an apology."

They spent a few minutes in silence, leaning against each other with their eyes closed. Sleep came quickly but unwillingly. It was Daryn who woke up first, hearing Ser'deni hit the floor. She jumped but remained still, waiting and watching the young mage tend to her brother. Daryn patted Daelyn's head and finally stood, moving into another room in the house. The kitchen. Already, Amaria was cooking, and whatever it was smelled better than the castle food had during their short day there. Daryn offered to help, but the old woman scolded her away. So, she waited by the door, watching the prince and Ser'deni. How had Amaria known about them being siblings? More importantly, how had she known it was the prince? Daryn had her guesses, the first being that Triver was very hidden without his hat. Anyone would know who he was now. She made herself a goal to find them new disguises.

"Daryn, set the table," Amaria barked from behind her, pressing a stack of ceramic plates in the girl's hands. Daryn didn't argue, knowing it was useless with the woman. The same table Triver had been healed on would be dined on this morning. The tan wood of the table was carved and burned with different markings, words and letters and symbols that Daryn couldn't read. She glanced at her brother, who was sitting up and rubbing his eyes. Amaria entered the room with food, some sort of meat that filled the room with its scent.

"Now, we wait for the boy to get hungry," Amaria said, sitting down at the table with a chuckle.


[System]
Sabre04

Military Rank: Sargent
Age: 26

Sex: Male

All clothing as well as the mask are black.

Equiped with Chameleon-tech camoflage abilities built-in.

Personality: Seth acts like he does on the battlefield- quiet. When Seth does talk, it's in a hushed tone. He's cold, calculative, and efficient, so don't get in his way. This distances people that first meet Seth, but nobody's really gotten to know him since elementary school. Details in Bio, but he used to be just a goofy nerd with other nerdy frineds.

Biography: In elementary school, Seth was one of the coolest nerds, making friends and doing school stuff. By 5th grade, others had moved on to hanging out at peoples' houses, but because of his strict parents, Seth couldn't go. By 6th grade, he had all but refused to do school work and was nearly expelled. Something switched. From that point on, his devoted all energy not spent eating and sleeping went into school work.

By high school, and not having talked to anyone outside of ice breaker games, Seth's parents got worried, so they got him video games, which his parents made him play for a certain amount of time each day. He mostly played mostly survival or stealth-based games. He started breezing through them in a few hours and eventually having to make up extreme challenges to make it anything more than a cakewalk. By the end of high school, he didn't know what he wanted to do, but wanted something with precision, calculation, and something he hadn't used much before: physical work. So, he joined the army.

Seth didn't take much time to reach the rank of Sergent. Once a Sergent, his talents acquired by social learning during his video game time started to shine while doing rudimentery drills. He was assigned to a top-secret military reconnisaince squad due to his exemplary time in obstacle cources and the notes of being quiet in all noises by his commanding officers. Their missions were only observe without being observed. Sometimes a "find this person" mission thrown in there. Seth was the one that was usually sent in when close-up observation was needed without being seen.

By the time he was 25, he was selected to be sent out for the Sabre project. He didn't know what that meant, but Seth thought it would be more of what he was doing. He wasn't ready for what it was at first. He didn't know he would be augmented. Once he was, and after getting used to the augments, they became second nature to him, making him nearly ghost-like. Especially with the suit he was issued, which also heavily catered to his reconnaisence ability.

Specializations:

Natural skills-
- Stealth knowledge and training
- Survival knowledge and training

Augments-
- Silent Step: Seth's bottom half of his feet have been integrated with quieter materials so he can make no sound by stepping alone (obviously he'll make a noise if he steps on something that makes a noise. And yes, this also means he goes barefooted on his missions) and has had the nerve endings on the bottom of his feet removed.
- 70% night vision: Seth's irises have been artificially enlargened to be able to see much better in the dark.
- Breathing pores: Seth's trachea has been given about a dozen tubes out of it that lead to pores along his neck, allowing for slow and silent breathing.

>> Retrieving most recent Psychological Evaluations. . . |
>> Done
>> File extracted
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[[PSYCHOLOGICAL EVALUATION: SETH GARRON, SARGENT]]
EXAMINER: JONATHAN S. WALSH
DATE: [[REDACTED]]
Sargent Garron exhibits extreme introversion, most likely caused by an onset of high expectations, albeit external or internal factors. That being said, Garron's logical and reasoning capabilities far exceed the curve for his age group. Keeping Garron engaged in speech is increasingly difficult proportional to the amount of time the conversation lasts, and his body language is very closed and cut off. Garron opts to not talk unless he deems it necessary, and will often answer yes/no questions with head nods and shakes unless pressed for a verbal confirmation. I recommend that Garron be placed in settings where verbal communication is mandatory and vital. Social interaction is also recommended to exercise the creative half of the brain that hardly shows in any of his communication and testing.

[User]
Cautiously Saffron tapped her wrist comp and accessed the information she had on her new colleagues. Having only arrived the night before and been given separate quarters from the rest, for obvious reasons, this was her first encounter with most of them. Other than Cmdr Riley, who'd conducted her integration interview a few weeks earlier the only information she had was the official reports and documents to which she'd been granted access after being accepted onto this programme.

Quickly she skimmed through the notes, trying to put faces to names as she glanced down the line. There were the three officers and three non-coms, not including herself. Along with that there was a civilian whose status seemed unconfirmed according to her files. Having read all she could from the sparse information at hand the newly warranted officer pulled up a holo of her wife, Yolanda. For a moment she let her mind wander back to the previous morning and smiled lovingly at the projected image before shutting the display down.

She wasn't entirely comfortable with her new rank. Technically she did still have seniority over half the men in the room, although she was unsure exactly where the good doctor fell in the chain of command as there was no rank listed for him in any of the data packets she'd received. Her own position felt just as unstable somehow, as though she were only here under sufferance and at the first misstep would be asked to leave, not that she wouldn't deserve it.

Obviously they'd been locked in this room for a reason though, and as only a non-com it wasn't her place to question orders, not anymore. Instead she sat to attention, her hands on her knees and back straight, awaiting those unquestionable orders as her mind drifted back to the warmth of the previous day.

[Assistant]
Seth looked around at the room with his typical stoic face on, deciding to test his memory skills which were below average compared to his other mental capabilities. The man on his right was the leader; 2. After him was the heavy weapons expert; 3. Next after himself was 5, was, according to the dossier, the "unconventional warfare" specialist. So a guerilla. 6... That was the... Sniper. That was it. To the sniper's left was the team medic, then the Tech expert, then our... Female. Right.
 Forgot there was a female in the team. Numbers and specialties don't convey gender, yet are the only means of getting accurate tactical data. Names mean nothing. Especially in millitary. All we are are numbers and/or ranks. We're here for their purposes. We do good, then we get a treat. It's the real life RTS game. With that, Seth saw no reason to sit at attention, so he leaned back comfortably in his chair as he sized everyone up to their dossier.

[User]
Today's the big day.

Scott carefully examined each soldier in the room, or more accurately, reexamined them. One by one he had previously met each of them, so he already knew much about his team. Despite this, a certain uneasiness loomed over him as if drawn vicariously from the others. Though he had gotten to know the seven of them, they had not gotten to know each other. The sight of them was something, alright; though most of them were about the same age, most everything else was different about them from their physique to their posture and even the clothes they wore. It was a hop-skip-and-yard away from the matching uniforms and robotic salutes of the infantry he usually dealt with. Nevertheless, Scott was still in charge. He had led entire divisions of forces against the JFA, but the question that remained to be seen was whether he could effectively lead a spec-ops group comprised of similarly skilled agents. There was only one way to find out, and no better time than now. Standing up and moving to the front of the room to face the rest of his team, he addressed them thus:

"Well, we should be hearing from Overwatch soon, but in the meantime we need to do something about... this." Scott gestured around the room with his hands, calling to attention the awkwardness that he knew they were well aware of. "It may be silly but we need to break the ice. The sooner we get to know each other the better off we'll be. Now, I hope you all remember me but in case you don't I'll go first. My name is Scott Riley, and I'm a former commander for the EMA's armed forces. Oh, that reminds me... you're past ranks mean nothing in this unit. Now, the chain of command is 'lowest number is in charge', which means I'm always in charge. Even if I'm not there. Don't get me wrong, there's no superiority complex going on here. If everyone does as I say then there won't be any problems, it's as simple as that. Beyond that, we are all equally important gears in this machine. You've each been selected for the same reason I have, so you already have my respect. Just try not to lose that respect."

After a short pause he realized that he had gone off topic. A short cough into his fist later and he retraced his steps. "Right then, I'm Sabre 02, my specialization is versatility in all fields of expertise, and I will be leading this team. I have a younger sister, both of my parents are dead and my brother died in the line of duty. I have no wife, nor will I ever if I stay here long enough to die first. I enjoy listening to music in my spare time, and my favorite color is red. I look forward to working with you." Pointing at the man who was sitting next to him in chair number 3, Scott declared, "You. Stand up, you're next."

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"If you don't mind, Riley, I would like to speak next." The man seated in chair number eight rose and brushed his hair from his brow before stepping forward and pivoting towards his companions. He began to introduce himself without waiting for a response from Sabre02. "I'll have you know that I worked very hard for my doctorate, and will be referred to as such." He said to Riley. His determination turned to a smile as he twisted his torso towards the rest of the group."MY name is DOCTOR Cyprian Sigmund! You can all thank me for those little 'upgrades' Overwatch crammed into your bodies." He rose his fingers for air quotes, and let out a short laugh at the conclusion of his sentence. "Oh! And also for the specialized deployment suits that you will be receiving. Now then, I am Sabre zero-eight, and I will be serving as the brains for our team." He cracked a wide smile before pointing his finger out into the group. "Now, that doesn't mean I'll be sticking my nose into books all day, oh no no no. In addition to our deployments, I will be working tirelessly to improve our gear and other assets."

He placed his hands onto his hips with a satisfied "hmph," and looked around for a response.

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The lieutenant commander had been sitting still and silent for what seemed an eternity when Commander Scott stood up and started talking. Rory admired the man, a good leader; a natural leader. Dad would like him, he thought absently. His attention snapped back as the Doctor who had worked with Rory over the past few months began speaking. Rory liked him too-the Doctor had given him weapons and abilities that far surpassed anything he might be able to achieve on his own. This is good for your career.., he could hear his dad telling him...

"Right, then." Rory stood up as both commander Scott and the Doctor finished there introductions. "So I know the Doctor here and we all know the Commander." Rory paused;suddenly self conscious about addressing the group. He was by no means slight, even in the thin military greys he was wearing now, but he was not accustomed to speaking to groups of people he did not know.

"I don't know any of you-I don't think I do anyways. But my name is Rory Phayne and I'm a heavy weapons specialist. That's it. No fancy tricks or bouncing around behind enemy lines. Just put me in front of something and I'll make it gone-No questions asked. When were in the thick of it you can count on me to back you up."

I could tell you how I'm career military and my family has been for generations-but I think that's probably the case for most of us-Uh that's it. I look forward to working with you all." Rory, visibly sweating now sat down awkwardly and waited patiently for the next introduction.

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Seeing the trend forcing its way down the line, save for the doctor, Seth opted to get it over with. Once 03 finished his shpiel, Seth stood up, took off his hood and mask, and addressed the room, barely loud enough to fill the room with his voice, starting with an audible sigh. "Sabre-04. Seth Garron. Stealth-recon specialist. You have my dossier for further info." And with his introduction nothing less than short, precise, and included all the information needed, Seth sat back down in his relaxed posture.

 Reviewing the other team members' introductions, the commander seemed to want this over with quickly as well. Could be dislike for this team or tension needing relief. Either way, the quiker these take place and end, the quicker we get to our new 'home'. What a waste of breath with personal information that we already have. But, when in Rome, do as they say.

 The doctor seemed to want nothing more than recognition of his achievements. Bragging of at least one doctorate and having either overseen or created the augmentations and suits. Then there's 03, the Heavy. He seems to know a little about the previous two that had spoken. He seems like he'd do anything the commander says, regardless of morality or ethics. Interesting...