[System]
Age: 18
Appearance:
God Parent: Hades
Power:
 Can sense when a mortal or half-blood that he knows has died through a buzzing in their ears. On with this, he can see/sense auras.
 Umbrakinesis: ability to control shadows for offense,defense or shadow travel. Able to make himself and others he touches invisible for as long as they remain still.
 Personality: For being a dark mysterious person he is a really big smart ass. He is sarcastic and witty
Fear: Oddly enough has an intense fear of fire, can tolerate it but doesn't like to.
 Mini bio: Kou's mom was a disappearing act much like his father. Grew up in an orphanage until he ran away at the age of 13. As a child a lot of weird things happened to him at the orphanage he grew up in so he didn't make friends easily. He sulking personality didn't help either. As time went on he became a loner, spent most nights on the run and rested and ate what he could find during the day, for some reason darkness was easier for him. He once made friends with people on the street while he was on his own. He saw one of them die by being killed in a street fight, as his friend died he has this high pitch buzzing in his ears. He didn't fully understand what had happened. Around the same time he noticed different shades of grey around people, some were darker, almost black, while others were almost white. He didn't understand what they meant but he slowly took note of them in his mind to think on later.
He can also play with shadows, which he discovered one night, he can make them solid like swords or other objects, he can slightly cast them around him but he gets tired easily so he doesn't push it as much.

[User] Kou sat still in a small alleyway, a slight chill in the air made him huddle to maintain body heat. He stares at a small bakery in front of him. It's snuggled between a large building and an alley that he calls home half the times. The larger building seems to have fallen out of business, so it's really curious on how the bakery is still open. The name Heavenly Bakery was written on the windows. The bakery was decorated with snakes and wheat plants which was really unusual for a bakery. After a couple of minutes sitting down he pulls out a small black pocket watch. It's about 10 pm, the owner of the bakery throws out all the old bread around this, he normally doesn't mind when Kou takes the bread. It's not like the owner needs it for anything. Kou hungrly jumped to his feet when he heard the small bell ring and the back door to the bakery opens. The owner steps out, this is the first time Kou actually sees him. A big burly man, with a round belly and a round face to match. He has red facial hair that looks like it's taken years to be there. A half moon of hair sits on his head that match the color of his beard. His eyes look like they belong in a forest of trees, and the smell of bay leaf follows him, which Kou can't differentiate from the man or the store. The man goes over and stands in front of Kou, "Hmp back again I see?" Kou looks to the owner with a half uninterested look, he tries his hardest to not look desperate, it doesn't seem to work though. The owner smirks and throws the trash outside the door. Kou hesitates before jumping to the bag and ripping it open. There is nothing, just boxes and bags. 'Fuck… now how do I leave without making a fool of myself' he thinks to himself. He calmly gets up from the ground , dusting himself off and slowly walks away from the bakery. The baker lets out a deep belly laugh "Now now, why dont you come inside for an actual meal? Eating old bread must not be good after a while" The owner walks after Kou, placing an arm around him and guides him into the shop. Kou tries to protest and hide his eager grin on his face. The bakery smells of wonderful foods, there are so many colorful pastries on the racks and a clear case full of others foods. The shop is warm from the giant bread ovens located in the back, next to the ovens he notices a stairwell leading upwards, which he takes to be where the man lives, since he never sees him leave. Kou takes in all the warmth, not knowing when he will feel it again, with fall nearly over, winter is quickly approaching he will have to find some way to keep warm. The bakery goes up to the counter and waves Kou over to meet him. "So what can I get you boy?" The bakery said in his jolly deep voice. Kou walked up and looked at the display, not really know the names for any of them just points at random things and looks back at the man. The man laughs and pulls out the goods that the boy pointed at and brought them over to a table and set them down. Kou followed and took a seat, only hesitating for a moment before eating as much as he could. The baker sat down "The names Benjamin, nice to meet you there" he looked over to Kou expecting a name in return. Kou wipes his mouth "The names Kou" he says hesitantly. The baker stands up and walks over to the pathway with the stair well. "Well whenever you're done you can stay here for the night, just be outta here before opening." The baker walks to the side door "Be seeing you boy" Benjamin says and leaves.

[Assistant]
Mom was always out and about but that doesn't mean a girl can't have fun! A beautiful blonde haired seventeen years old walked through the mall with pep in her step and a massive amount of bags on her arms. Newly purchased outfits, accessories and shoes, so many shoes! Arriving at the bus stop, she climbed aboard juggling the bags as nightfall began. Sitting down in the seat the blonde let out a puff of air releasing her exhaustion; this was tiring, all this shopping all day with no break in between. But it was the only way could cope with her neglect from his mom and the missing presence of her dad.

Her head shook hard as she bounced on the bus looking out the window. She needed to not think like that. Despite what could actually happen, she could be in a situation much worse. Plus her mom's black American Express card has been a blessing to her and her mom didn't even notice. Sighing softly she blinked her electric blue eyes and looked down at her hands. Taking a cab was problematic because she seemed to mess with the wiring and functionality of the cab and cars. Especially if it was an electric car; maybe this is why her mom drives an old pickup truck and their music wasn't the radio, it was their voices. Despite the situation at hand, her mom did the best she could with what she had.

It was just another lonely night with no one around; her mom was gone in Los Angeles doing a show and wouldn't be back for a few days. Adeline had the home all to herself and she wasn't going to complain. However, it did make the nights long and lonesome; then again she had been alone for a long time.

The next morning Addie pulled herself out of the bed and prepared herself for the day. She had always been an early riser; as soon as the sunlight hit her eyes she was wide awake. Sighing she pulled on a yellow sundress that hung off her shoulders and stopped at her knees with a pair of sandals on her feet, grabbing her small purse she slung it over her shoulder, checked her makeup and hair before locking the door behind her and heading down to the bus stop.

Being dropped off in the downtown area she let out a long sigh and placed her hands on her hips as she looked around. So where to begin? Grumble grumble, turning on her heel, the bouncing blonde went straight for the downtown area, knowing that her first destination was food. Addie found herself staring up at the bakery called "Heavenly Bakery" the sign read that they opened at 8am and it was 7:50am according to her little watch on her wrist and the eagerness of her bouncing showed how excited she was to eat some delicious pastries.

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Kou wakes up quickly and wided eyed, he looks around slightly forgetting where he was. The warmth of the room helped remind him, also the comfy bed…He cuddles up in bed for the last bit of warmth 'I really don't want to get up, and I certainly don't know when the next time I'm going to feel a bed again'. The pastor of the church near here always told Kou that he could stay in the homeless shelter they had but Kou always felt unwelcome there the one time he slept there for some reason… He sighed and got up. He looked out the window and frantically looked at his pocket watch. The little watch indicated that it was 7:50. He ran down the stairs and looked around. There was no signs of the baker, Benjamin told Kou to leave by the opening of the bakery but he had no idea what time that was. He decided not to push his luck or the kindness of Benjamin. Kou took one quick look around the baker, embracing the warmth one more time before walking out the side door of the bakery.

Kou makes his way out to the front of the bakery. The bright light caught him off guard. He doesn't do well in the daytime, he's more of a night person, among the shadows… He always felt their present and he couldn't tell if it was poor health or mental illness for being on the streets all his life but he swears he has some small control over them. Sometimes he swore shapes appeared in the shadows when he focused on them hard enough. Kou stuck in thought wasn't paying any attention as he walked right into a girl standing in front of the bakery. He fell right into her nearly knocking them both onto the ground. "Oh Ma'am I'm so sorry, I wasn't paying attention." he looked up at the most beautiful blonde he may have ever laid eyes on. He stood there in awe for a few seconds waiting on her to react.

[Assistant]
Staring into the window of the soon to open bakery made her lick her full lips in anticipation to a hearty breakfast that awaited her as soon as the doors open. She was so focused on the display window that she didn't even notice the door had opened but instinctively turned towards it and smacking directly into the individual who came out. Her whole body stumbled backwards and she nearly fell over. Catching herself with the window, she turned her electric blue gaze to the person who came out.

He was a young man about her age. His pale skin was an interesting contrast to his dark hair and he looked like he had just woken up. Despite his tired appearance something about him was interesting and she found herself tilting her head in wonder before she realized he had spoken to her. Addie shook her head quickly before answering him back. "Oh no, it's okay just… be more careful next time."

"Oh good morning!" A young man's voice said from behind them, he was dressed as a waiter. "Are you here for the couple's breakfast?"

"What?" Addie said with a questioning tone in her voice.

"Oh you know, today we offer free breakfast for any couple coming in in order to celebrate love." The smile of the waiter was somewhat reassuring.

Addie reached over and locked her arm through the young man who just bumped into her. "Yes, yes we are. Right dear?" She turned her gaze to the young man and gave him a bright smile before pulling him along and following the waiter inside. After being placed at a table, she sat across from the man and folded her arms onto the table leaning forward. "Sorry, this is just too good of a deal to pass up. This place is delicious. I'm Addie by the way."

[User] Kou looks around frantically as he was being lead back into the shop he just awoke from. He didn't know what to do or think because the baker told him to leave by shop open, but then again more free food didn't sound too bad. The girl sitting across from him also seemed desperate for food. I've never seen her before I wonder if she also dug in the trash, I guess the day old bread was delicious, not that he knew any better but last night's fresh food was amazing. He looked at her again...He took back his previous thought, she looked fresh and new. Certainly smelled new, she looked like she has eaten fresh all the days of her life. She was the most beautiful person he had ever set eyes on, and he once found a lot Playboy magazines in the trashes once by the chapel around the corner. Her beautiful voice snapped him from his thoughts. Addie… "Lovely name, and yea food will definitely be appreciated. The name's Kou, nice to meet you." Kou looks around the room hesitantly. He looks for the baker who he can't seem to locate, then Kou looks to waiter that lead them into the baker. He was an odd little guy, a lumpy hat and big black shoes covered his feet. He also wore clothes that seemed a size too big. Kou wasn't really paying attention if Addie was saying anything further after he introduced himself, his attention was to the small waiter who made his way from the back. He came out of the door to the left side of the door leading to the upstairs area. The strange man's ears moved slightly like he knew his attention was being called and hurried over to the table.


[System]
Nicknames/Alias/AKA: (He calls himself Julian, but he's known as "the big guy" around Whitecross.)

Age: 20

Gender: Male

DOB: May 13, 1996

Occupation: Student / Part-time stocker and cashier at Oryana Grocery

Race: Shifter

Hair Color: Dark brown

Eye Color: Gold

Height and Build: 5'11", muscular yet lean.

Other Appearance: Julian uses hair gel to keep his hair spiked out of his face. He likes to wear well-fitting thin hoodies and T-shirts that show his athletic build, along with skinny jeans and worn black Converse.

History/bio:

It is mythologized that King Lycaon of Arkadia infuriated Zeus, the god of the sky, by wanting to serve him a slaughtered child, his son Nyctimus being one of the options. Zeus' angry response was to bring lightning bolts upon fifty of Lycaon's sons and turn Lycaon and Nyctimus into wolves. The descendants of Nyctimus became Shifters, able to shift in and out of their wolf forms at will, while the descendants of Lycaon found themselves as Lycanthropes, cursed with uncontrollable transformations under the full moon. Shifters hated the Lycanthropes and still do, having the goal of demolishing the race.

Nyctimus' daughter, Phylonome, gave birth to twin sons, one of whom founded and populated Rome. Among his descendents were shipbuilders, who joined the trade business and sailed in the modern-day Mediterranean Sea. These people gained the family name Marinus ("of the sea"). In the 1500s, the Italian Wars resulted in the Italian city states spending a period of time under Spanish rule. A few families named Marinus immigrated to Spain and changed their names to Marino. When news came of a new land discovered, a few Marinos set out on ships the Americas. One family began their new life in what is now known as Florida.
It was known from the moment Julian was conceived what he might be. Julian was born in a private hospital in Ocala, Florida, on May 13, 1996 to specialized doctors. DNA tests confirmed that Julian was indeed a shifter, although his bright golden eyes, differentiating him from non-affected brown-eyed family members, was enough indication. Appropriate personal and medical arrangements were made.

Julian was an only child and lived with his parents in Ocala. His father, Edward Marino, was the senior manager of a company that sold furniture and household appliances. He received discounts as well as a good salary, and filled the entire apartment with furniture and appliances from that specific brand. Being loyal to his work, yet quite the proud person that he was, one of Edward's favourite things was when guests noticed the uniformity of everything in the house. He would often position the items so that the brand name was visible, and try to drop subtle comments into conversations about how much he liked using such-and-such an appliance from this brand. If guests were so interested as to ask about it, the resulting conversation would often revolve around how Edward worked for such a great company. He wore brown contact lenses to change the colour of his eyes, even though they were hardly an unnatural shade of golden brown. His mother, Roisin Wilson-Marino, was a second-generation Irish-American. She used to teach general science in a middle school, known among the students for giving out relatively simple assignments for easy marks while still being somewhat of an effective teacher. When Julian came, she decided to work from home and provide science lessons online, available to the middle schools of Ocala. This gave her time to give Julian her undivided attention.

Julian seemed like a regular temperamental child in his youth. He attended Maplewood Elementary School and developed a knack for appearing to befriend loners. He loved to talk and was seen as a natural leader. He was overly-sensitive to criticism, throwing tantrums in class and expecting people to comfort him. He was also a jealous child, getting angry if he perceived someone as better than him at something and arguing if he lost a game. Although he was small and skinny no matter how much he ate, he had above-average strength and speed. He excelled at all sports and never seemed to get hurt. He also had a suspiciously good sense of hearing and smell, sometimes making him feel overwhelmed. It was decided that music lessons would help him control his attention to at least sounds, and he took up guitar lessons. It took four tries to find a guitar teacher patient enough not to drop him. Perhaps picking up from his father, he was proud of his heightened abilities and senses and liked to show them off.

His first shift conveniently happened in the summer between elementary school and middle school, in the middle of an intense dream. When Julian woke up the next morning, he felt different in the bed. He screamed loudly when he saw what he had become. His mother ran into his room with a worried face that was immediately replaced with relief, confusing Julian. That day, his mother told him the legend of the Shifters and the Lycanthropes and his family history. Since Julian had no clue about any of this, it took him a few years to fully understand everything, but this only served to confirm his belief that he was special. He was sworn to secrecy, only deciding to keep this oath after Roisin explained the family's potentially doomed fate if the secret was let out. He didn't want to bring any negative reputation and harm to himself. His father revealed his own wolf form and took to training Julian how to control it, taking him to the Ocala National Forest to practice hunting and wolf behaviour.

Out of fear for revealing the family secret, Julian's parents hired several tutors to home-school Julian through middle school and high school. Most of the tutors grew to dislike Julian for his arrogance, but kept coming for the pay. His friends from elementary school, the young loners, had had enough of Julian's controlling ways and happily cut off connections from him when they stopped going to the same school. Julian denied his isolation and simply dismissed these old classmates as unworthy of his friendship. He selected new, worthy "friends" in online chats and video games, meeting up with the ones in his area to attend events and party. He had a girlfriend for his last two years in high school, a tall blonde named Lily Flynn. She lived with an abusive family and was used to neglect enough to be with him, using her time out with him more as an escape from her home than anything else.

A plan long in the works, Julian's parents sent Julian off to Whitecross to attend Gringore Academy after high school. They explained to him that he would not only received a college education, but would learn about his powers as well. Infatuated by the opportunity to finally show his powers to the world, Julian promptly broke up with Lily. He moved alone to Whitecross two months after he turned 18 and took residence in the dormitories of Gringore Academy. He hardly needed any time to adjust to this new isolation. Being outgoing and an extrovert, Julian had no trouble busying himself with studying, parties, events, and a part-time job at Oryana Grocery, socializing whenever and however he pleased. He has developed a crush on a same-aged floor-mate, a witch named Susanna Lim, who he has tried unsuccessfully to seduce by talking about how special he is.

Family/Relationships:

Edward Marino - Father. Shifter. 52.
Roisin Wilson-Marino - Mother. Human. 49.
Lily Flynn - Ex-girlfriend. Student at Hillsborough Community College. 20.
Susanna Lim - Crush. Witch. Student at Gringore Academy. Floor-mate. 20.
Sam & Alex - Students at Gringore Academy. New floor-mates. 18.
Other/Extra: Julian is aware that Lycanthropes are the enemy, but hasn't had much to do with them yet. Julian enjoys talking to people (about himself), working out at the gym (especially in front of the mirrored wall), playing all sports, and being in situations where he can take the lead. Julian also tends to give people nicknames no matter how well he knows them, especially if they're also called Julian.

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Alas on shook his head and grinned. Always on the move. With a bit of a huff, he rose from the table and followed his new acquaintance at a walking pace not bothering to run after her but maintaining sight.

He was just beginning to worry that Anwen might fully disappear from his range of vision when she seemed to stop at the base of a particularly hardy tree. Rationalizing it to be her home; or just something she found the littlest bit interesting, given her characterization thus far; he began walking a touch more quickly before eventually reaching the base of the tree. Looking up the colossal trunk, he wondered how someone could live like this. The isolation, of course, would drive one mad, but also it just seems so…

"Cramped."

He looked down at the expectant Anwen, resting in the dirt and roots as though it were nothing. She seemed to be allocating him some time to investigate, so he went back to investigating the tree. Running his hand up the trunk, he imagined the decades it must have taken to bring this beautiful creature to its current shape. Broadening his gaze to he surrounding vines and roots, he saw the little ecosystem at work: a miniature garden of Eden all working around a nymph with no idea how impressive—how beautiful—her world was.

"Thanks for bringing me out here." But, Alason began to wonder, that begs another question. "Why did you bring me out here?"

[Assistant]
Loki was woken up to a high pitch "kewee-kewee-kewee" coming from outside his apartment. He let out an annoyed groan and rolled out from under his sheets. He stopped to let his eyes adjust to the darkness as soon as his feet hit the floor beside his bed. It was definitely too early for any sane person to be up. His eyes quickly adjusted into his night vision, and he sleepily walked from his bedroom to the adjacent living room + kitchen. He threw open the screen door leading to the small balcony. His African crowned eagle Syxtar Shade was perched on the balcony railing and abruptly stopped its annoying "wake up call."

 "What?" Loki snapped as the cool early morning air bit at his bare chest. Shade cocked its head to the side and gazed at him with its piercing yellow eyes. "You want to go hunting. That's why you woke me up so early, right?" he questioned. Shade let out a sharp cry that grated on his ears. "Okay, okay. Hush up before someone hears you." He turned around and went back inside, leaving the screen door open.

He took a quick shower; the bathroom like the rest of the apartment was small and unassuming. It wasn't completely desirable, but it beat living in the dorms at Gringore Academy. He tried that his first year. Tried being the operative word. He was close to murdering his obnoxious freshman roommates. After his shower, he looked through his closet for something suitable to wear in the woods. His closet was filled to the capacity with dark colored clothes, a large portion of which were suits. He pulled out a pair of dark blue jeans, a burgundy long sleeve shirt, black combat boots, a navy hunting vest, and a watch to complete the outfit. He grabbed one of the black suits and dress shoes to put in his car so he could possibly change into it later. When he was done getting ready, he peeked his head back outside. "You know the drill, Shade. Meet you at Gringore," he exclaimed before shutting the screen door. He then grabbed his car keys and headed out. While he drove, Shade flew high above, staying hidden the best it could.

Loki and Shade ended up spending hours hunting and exploring in the forest and fields around Gringore. Shade was a born hunter and could dexterously maneuver its 5' wingspan. It caught multiple rodents with ease and ate several of its catches. By the time they started heading back to the academy, Loki was in a better mood, and Shade had a decent breakfast.

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Tony sat across from his friend, he knew she didn't like turning her back towards others. He on the other hand had no problems with such. Not that he was extremely trusting of the student body at Gringore, he trusted his sense of intuition in public. And at the very least, he had Penny to keep an eye on his back while they ate. She always looked around- she used to try and hide it from him, but realized that it was a futile gesture a long time ago. Tony didn't have extensive abilities like Penelope or some of the other potential Guardians, while he had extensive control over his own telekinesis, he didn't have incredible strength, immunity to poison, near-immortality; rather, he had a level of intuition and sense of people that gave him an edge on the other applicants.

"So, excited for your final year? Looking forward to going to Rome for the test? That's coming up next summer, isn't it?"

Tony nodded, "Yeah, its a little unnerving. I still need to get a recommendation letter too. I'm not allowed to ask my dad for one, so I'm stuck asking Chief Évora or Professor Bianchi." Tony replied, inbetween bites of his sandwhich. "I'll probably ask the chief tomorrow- so let's try to get through tonight smoothly, yeah?"

Getting in trouble right before asking a staff member for a recommendation- regardless of whether or not the staff liked him or not, was in some bad taste. "Anyway, the Fitzroy party, you wanna drive, or me?"

[Assistant] Julian flexed his arms in response, trying to make them as big as Séamus' arms. He worked hard to gain muscle on his naturally lean body, and took pride that Séamus had noticed. "Let's do some weight training. We can spot each other." As they operated the machinery and lifted weights, Julian saw that Séamus could lift a lot more than him, but comforted himself by reminding himself that Séamus was naturally much bigger and taller. He couldn't stop his jealousy. "Did you do anything special to get so big? Any special exercises or routines or anything?" He listened greedily for a response, imagining his head on top of a bodybuilder's physique. As he followed Séamus' workout, he tried and failed to hide his exhaustion behind excuses and snarky comments.


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Twenty Four Years Old / Male

Standing at five feet and eight inches, Ward falls a tiny bit under average height. His bright blonde hair and striking blue eyes convey the conventional Water Kingdom citizen. He is built for pure cardiovascular endurance, having the body of an athlete despite his lack of actual training. That was a joke, the man actually has a great workout regime and is very strict about his physique. He tends to wear commoner clothing because he isn't much into the fancy fancy ordeal.

Water Kingdom

Tending to be easy-going around nearly everyone he meets, Ward has obtained a great reputation in the Water Kingdom. He loves to joke around when appropriate and expresses himself without the fear of repercussions. Ward's come to find out that his mouth does still get him in trouble from time to time, but hey! It's who he is, so he don't care. Anyhow, whenever duty calls, he is capable of completely changing from this joker or rational being, to one of complete and utter earnestness. He adapts to every situation he is in and changes his character accordingly. But at the end of the day he's a chill guy who's addicted to smokes and the sound of a peaceful breeze.

Sample Post
 There was a small breeze ringing through Ward's right ear, hence the wind was moving east. He looked at the little compass he made which currently was strapped to his wrist, making sure his guess was correct. Like most times, he bewildered himself by being correct - no! Just playing, he's usually right about these things.

 Anyhow, the grass he laid harshly upon was trying to crawl through his clothing, but he tucked them in tightly so they wouldn't. His belly was being poked by a concrete piece of stone, but he wasn't budging. He had his eye engaged on the sight of his rifle which was already sprung and ready to fire at any time. He measured the distance, "Two, no, three rice fields" he said, applying his knowledge of real life to the distance between him and his target. It was easier for him to calculate that way instead of either just guessing, or actually measuring before getting in position - both were risky and took too much time. Yes, guessing takes too long for a sniper, who'd of thought?

 In the peaceful silence, Ward started to inhale slowly, then exhale even slower. His finger was still on the trigger, not anxious or rattling from his long three hour sit still. He'd done this so many times it was second nature to him. "Three....two.....one.."

 "STOP!!!" a sudden yelping sound came from beside Ward. "OH SHIT!" Ward called out, accidentally throwing his rifle to the side and getting up as quickly as he could to only be tackled right back to the ground, landing on that damn stone that was bothering him so much. "Mothafu-" he started, cutting himself off.

 "You got me" he muttered, laughing arising as the little child who tackled him started to laugh alongside Ward. "You're really good at this game Kera" Ward exclaimed, using his elbows to get him off his back. "Yup!" the little girl agreed with a giant smile. She sat there bobbing her head side to side and fidgeting constantly. "I told you uncle! I'll always protect Skimpy, he's my baby"

 "He's just a mutt!" Ward responded quickly, but found himself struck in the face by the tiniest hand in Water Kingdom's history - joking. Ward took his niece's hand before she could retract it and licked the top of her hand. "Ewwww!! You're the mutt uncle!" Both of them started laughing once again. As they stood, Ward picked up his rifle with one hand and his nieces with the other. Of course, the entire time he was firing an empty rifle and was bringing no harm to her dog, it was all just a game for the child.

 "So what do you wanna do next sport?" Ward asked his niece. "Ima tell mommy you tried to kill Skimpy"

DAMN YOU SKIMPY!

Sniper Rifle

Aside from his handy dandy home made sniper rifle - which he created after studying Earth Kingdom's weaponry - Ward has also been able to make a portable hand pistol and a couple of smoke grenades. In addition to his mechanical innovative abilities, the man is a hell of a shot according to Water Kingdom's Royals. Has he missed a target before? Hell yes! But that doesn't mean he didn't get em on the second or third or even fifteenth shot. Eventually they all fall - that's his motto.

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Jade had kept quiet in the line, waiting patiently until she got a few vegetables and fruits to snack on, along with boiled eggs. It wasn't much, but she didn't have much appetite with the situation that she was in. "Thanks." She muttered as she grabbed some napkins that a young man had offered to her. Flashing him a quick grin, she turned on her heel and walked off back to find Reiner.

 On her way back, Jade made sure to avoid all the nonsense that involved violence. "You're all dumbasses for even starting shit...." Her voice was quiet as she looked for her friend, feeling some relief when she spotted him, although she immediately regretted it. "You really should think before you speak.... to women." Jade contained the urge to laugh but couldn't help the grin on her face, biting her bottom lip as she made her way over and sat down next to him, offering Reiner some of her food.

 "Whadya do now?" The young woman asked as she munched on a carrot stick, giving Reiner a pointed look. She knew exactly what the man did but it still amused her greatly to hear his stories. "Oh..... By the way.... We're teaming up."

[Assistant]
By now Hazel had fully collected herself, which certainly did not bode well for Solanne. At least, it typically would have, but Hazel found herself in an uncharacteristically good mood. She may be famous for her temper, and she may be a very wrathful person, but the prospect of having a friend was very exciting for her. She was not prepared to make a friend so soon in the world outside her prison, but she now found herself now ready for the possibility. There should be absolutely no misunderstanding in that Hazel is by no means a good person now, but merely a bad person in a good mood.

What she wasn't ready for, however, was an offer of sisterhood. All her life Hazel had no family, and the idea of a 'sister' was completely foreign to her. But she couldn't help but admit it was at least a little appealing. Even though Hazel was a actually quite interested in the idea, she did need to make sure there was no misunderstanding between her and this older girl.

"Hmmmmm. Very well, I except your offer, but I'm going to make a few things clear. Don't think that just because I'm a 'kid' I need your protection. I'm perfectly fine taking care of myself. In fact, I'm worried that I'll end up having to protect you," She said pointedly, "And I'm certainly not scared of anyone, or anything, lest of all some 'Prodigy Child'."

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Amadeus stared in amazement from the table he sat at as the Emerald Wyvern easily handled the three representatives from the other kingdoms. He again took out his notebook, reading what he knew about the three new comers. Ajitae Silverlight a prince of the water kingdom and a master of the sword, Aelynthi the Knightfall, a top tier servant of the pope, and Agneria the Executioner, someone who he had seen before but didn't really talk to, mainly because at the time she was cutting off a beasts head with her chainsaw leaving everyone there covered in the monsters blood as she laughed.

'Dammit. Royalty, a servant of religion, and a snooty maniac that enjoys killing. Three things I hate. Even if we're both anti-magic soldiers, I PRAY that I'll never have to team with Agneria' He sighed and looked around the room to see if others had started to form groups.

In the corner of the room stood the Crimson Hound and the girl he saw her with earlier talking to one another, looking like Solanne was teasing her in a small way, he wondered if they were sisters or something. 'The Crimson Hound would be an interesting teammate, she seems friendly enough. Plus, I have heard that her skill with her sword, Duster is nothing to joke about' Then he looked at the girl she was talking with, 'I wonder if she has any combat experience. I mean, she looks around my age and I've only technically been on 1 official mission. Yet she has a sort of feel to her, almost like shes commanding respect in a way'.

Next he looked at the group in the middle, or more specifically Solomon and Phoenix. 'Solomon would be a useful teammate to have, he can easily compensate for my lack of pure muscle strength.' Then he glanced at Phoenix' 'No ... just, no. He's strong, I can tell that much, but I can also tell that he is impulsive and doesn't like to follow orders. Plus, he'd probably chew me to bits for no reason.'

As he finished thinking, however, he noticed that Solanne and the girl she was with look over to him for a bit. He was surprised that anyone had noticed him but quickly calmed himself so he can wave at them and smile a bit. 'Its either smile politely or look away, and I'd rather not seem rude.'

(sorry if I messed up on Agneria's personality)

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"Sure, sure, whatever you say Spell Spitter," Solanne said cheekily. "Now then, let's get you two acquainted. These are the people you'll be fighting with for a while, ya know."

The Crimson Hound waved back at Amadeus before gently pushing Hazel towards the boy. Might as well make a team right now in preparation for tomorrow, though Hazel had no obligation to follow if she didn't want to. Regardless if she tagged along, Solanne would continue to keep an eye out for her.

"Sup Prodigy Child," Solanne said casually to Amadeus. "Say, aren't you the same age as Spell Spitter? Geez, what's with all these kids being sent out here? Ah well. Just one more person to babysit, ya know?"

Solanne gave the boy a grin and a thumbs up, waiting for his response.

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Adameus was surprised when the two red haired girls began to walk towards him, 'Oh no, what they want? Did I piss them off? Dammit I NEED to get out of here now! but before he could escape, they had already approached him. The Crimson Hound spoke first, "Sup Prodigy Child" she said nonchalantly, "Say, aren't you the same as age as Spell Spitter? Geez, what's with all these kids being sent out here? Ah well. Just one more person to babysit, ya know?". Amadeus mentally sighed in relief, 'Oh good, they just wanted to talk'

He immediately replied "Good afternoon Miss Solanne, and to you to ummmm," he paused, "I'm sorry, but I don't think I know your name miss" he chuckled, scratching his cheek in embarrassment

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Hazel had now collected herself. As her new 'sister' dragged her towards this 'Prodigy Child' she was ready. She did her best to smile amicably as Solanne introduced them. Her first impression him was not good. He seemed disheveled and not much more then a grunt, but she reminded herself that to be among this group he must be stronger then he appeared. She also knew that Solanne was foolish to quickly write off her and now the so-called 'Prodigy Child' as kids to be babysat. She seemed to forget that everyone here were elite warriors of great renown, like herself. Everyone here was recognizable heroes, and perhaps a few villains, from across the land. Although Hazel went at first unnoticed, she was sure that word was getting around of who she was. No one could remain unaware of someone as powerful as herself!

"Good afternoon Miss Solanne, and to you to ummmm... I'm sorry, but I don't think I know your name miss."

Hazel huffed. This 'Prodigy Child' was either joking, or a complete imbecile. Surely the tale of Hazel Daphiat has spread throughout the lower kingdoms.

"Are you sure you don't know me? Surely you just don't recognize me yet... Hazel Daphiat? Terror of the Sky Kingdom? The Child of Omen? The Destroyer?" She turned to Solanne, and began to whisper in her ear, "I'm famous outside of the Sky Kingdom, aren't I?"

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Amadeus wide eyed at that. What? What! WHAAAAAT?! He froze in place, not in fear, But in amazement, THE Child of Omen?! How could I miss that?! he tried to calm himself down again with little success 'To imagine that the feared Destroyer was my age! Amazing!

He held out a hand and greeted her, "Its amazing to meet you, I've heard great things about you but I never knew that you where so young!."

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 With senses tingling and footsteps approaching from the right, Ward removed the meat from his cheek and sat up to see who had arrived in time of need. Once his eyes locked onto the familiar face he just sighed in disappointment. "Oh...it's just you" he said jokingly. Jade had been a very close friend of Aribel and had been around for years. Ward always figured he'd end up sleeping with her, but she was a freaking hard case that woman. Eventually a friendship sprouted from their 'family' connections. Luckily for Ward, Jade was actually nice around him - he wouldn't want to be on the other spectrum of emotion with the warrior goddess.

 "There was this dog you see..." his story began, obvious lies hidden behind his truth teller's tone of voice. The story moved forward as he explained all the details, even the spores on the butt of a dwarf he apparently saved from a clown-attired elf. He proceeded to talk about the Amazon, but never mentioned she was the one who struck him, instead, he made it out to be the man in the golden armor laying against the wall near the main pillar. Ward stated he wanted to be a gentleman and didn't strike back, not knowing that the golden warrior was also in love with the Amazon. Of course, like many of Ward's stories, he triumphed in the end.

 "....so because of my chivalry, me and that Amazon over there - Maddam Shirliouah - are to be wedded at dawn in three moon cycles" the man concluded, controlling his desire to bust out laughing.

 Anyhow, to address her second comment, Ward bit his bottom lip in thought. "Hmm" he started, questioning her now noticed-to-be command. "I guess" he stated, his neck bending so his eyes could actually meet hers. "Do you think we need anyone else? I mean, we have a potluck here to chose from. I like redhead over there" he lied. The redhead he pointed at was at least three hundred pounds of pure size and two hundred more in weaponry. She looked like a giant troll. Unable to contain himself, Ward laughed out loud uncontrollably. "Ooooh ooh" he oooed as he wiped away his comedic tears. "No, but seriously. Anybody else? Or you think we can handle it?"


[System]
Age: 18

Gender: Male

Race: Human

Weapon: Fists. Send help.

Crow's Beak: Crow's Beak is, at its core, an alternative form of the ubiquitous poleaxe-- a Lucerne Hammer. Also known as a Bec de Corbin (from which the moniker 'Crow's Beak' has been derived), this weapon is characterized by the four-pronged hammer at its head, curved spike upon the opposite side (the eponymous "beak"), and an even longer spike that extends from the top of the haft.

In the case of Crow's Beak, the shaft of the weapon is long and sturdy, extending well above his head at six feet even. Rather than one solid unit, though, the bottom half twists off into a semi-automatic shotgun, providing Luke with some now sorely needed ranged offense, whist the top half simply maintains its original function as a slightly long-handled warhammer. Finally, the aforementioned, sole piece of carryover his original weapon comes in the form of that topmost spike, now a thin yet sturdy coil of steel that retains the stabbing capabilities of the classical design whilst gaining an additional boring (as in the ability to bore through something) utility, in case sturdy armor should be encountered that he cannot simply smash, shoot, or stab through.

Specialty: Close-Quarters Combat, with a focus on all aspects of unarmed fighting as well as simply outlasting opponents through sheer guts and an advantageous semblance. Not a tank so much as a sponge, and not the tip of the spear so much as the glue keeping everything else in one piece. Soon to begin working on middling and longer ranges.

Semblance: Healing Blood: Rather than focusing primarily on the defensive, shield-like capabilities that most Auric individuals come to take almost for granted, Luke's semblance causes it to take an almost entirely different route when dealing with physical trauma— rather than outright absorption and nullification, his aura instead fuels massively overdriven levels of healing. In essence, rather than stack up defenses, Luke's method of survival is always being able to get back up for more after something flays him alive. While still tougher than a normal human by leaps and bounds, you're more likely to see him spilling blood than any other Hunter. This is, in actuality, not quite a bad thing— that same aura-charged blood, when in contact with another's wounds, will impart similarly accelerated restorative effects until it evaporates. In a way, it befits him: To be knocked down seven times means you must stand up eight, and to help others means you must be willing to invite harm upon yourself.

Personality: Luke is a person that can be described, plainly put, as "selfless to a fault". Driven by a deep-seated sense of justice and desire to become a hero, all it usually takes for him to want to step in and help someone is a moment of weakness, or the sign of someone being in need— something he often denigrates as him just being nosy and incapable of leaving well enough alone when he takes issue with something. That same sense of self-deprecation colors a good portion of his self-esteem; he has pride like any other guy, and will stand up for himself if under what he deems as undeserved attack, but his admiration for those he is surrounded by far outweighs that which he holds for himself. Prone to monologuing in his own head, he is a natural conversationalist even in spite of his status as a "recovering pariah", equally capable in the roles of both straight man and wise guy. This is why, to some, he may seem like a simply good-natured, friendly young man with a keen ability to laugh at himself— rather than the fairly melancholic and snarky, if permissive fellow lying beneath the surface. In some ways he's a walking contradiction, being silly and sober in the same breath— just as he values and preaches safety overmuch for someone almost suicidally willing to rush into danger for the sake of another. Too smart to ignore his faults and too dense to acknowledge his virtues, "selfless" really does fit the bill— for the value he places upon himself can be practically nonexistent.

Color: Black Hole

Emblem:

Appearance:

A bit on the short side, at 5'7. Athletic physique, as is the standard for those putting themselves through the type of physical training necessary to even think of becoming a hunter, if on the slimmer side of things. Interestingly, that little hair-antenna seems to be some form of indicator of his emotional state, easily as expressive as the rest of him, gray eyes included. Tends to like hoodies, sneakers, and jeans or khakis whenever not in uniform. Hailing from a town in the mountains near the northern tip of Vale as he does, even the long days spent outdoors hiking and training in preparation for his enrollment at the academy haven't done much to change his medium complexion, and his relatively long and straight black hair makes for good insulation in the wintertime.

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Gratia Mindaro - Armoury

"No."

She wordlessly took the pair of binoculars from Luke, weighing the sturdy old piece of plastic in her hands. It would require some of her own work to restore to perfect working condition, but what she had been given was acceptable for her purposes. Her gaze drifted away from the other teenager and towards the plastic surface of the binoculars. Once likely a jet black sheen, they had greyed over the years, and a layer of dust was still present upon its body. It was a surprise, knowing that this object had survived so many years intact, to the point where had it not been for the colouration, she could have mistaken it for new.

Gratia lifted the binoculars up and in front of her eyes. Luke Schwarz' confused face was clear through the lenses. She tapped a button, and the binoculars seemed to whirr, a light noise escaping its mass as the view zoomed. Now she could see Schwarz' nose in clear detail, from the tiny, tiny blackheads to the red of the skin. She tapped a button again, and the binoculars whirred, zooming out.

They worked well.

That was fortunate.

The Mistralese huntress lowered her binoculars, once again allowing her cold, impassive eyes to meet those of the other teenager's.

She spoke.

"Merci."

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Luke Schwarz -- Armory Scraproom

Cold, impassive black met warm, amiable grey, and teenaged boy nodded in response. Looked like he'd pulled out exactly what she was looking for, after all.

"No problem."

Closing the box up, he shoved it back into its spot on the shelf, loosing a very small grunt, more a hnh, of exertion in doing so. Scooping up his own pieces, he glanced around the room for any more interesting-looking piles. While he did mention having everything he needed with the screen's addition to the contents of his looting, it would also behoove him to have a backup or two, right? Redundancy wasn't always a detriment, especially when it meant options.

Additionally.

He blinked, looking over to the short-haired gunslinger he'd moments ago subjected to his own breed of awkwardity and half an internal monologue. He ought to do right by her as well. Especially since she'd been so forthright with him about him practically needing to be walked through this class step-by-step. It was the least he could do.

"What about you, Cian? Anything you need help finding?"

Granted, phrasing it like that made it sound more like an obligation to repay a debt than an honest desire to help out...

His sister seemed to have gotten the "straightforward" genes as well as the "height" genes in his family.

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Kuhaku Shiro - Armory Class

 What to do, what to do? Shiro had a rough idea of what he wanted to make. A drafted 'schematic' crudely drawn onto his Scroll's painting application. All he needed now were the hard goods. The materials to actually create what he set out to come up with. White furry ears twitching like a pair of satellite dishes with an electronic version of Tourette's syndrome, Shiro wandered about looking at the classes' multiple random parts bins. Muttering to himself quietly like a madman, he held an odd back and forth conversation.

"For the body of collar, maybe some sort of polymer or plastic material? I think this class has a 3D Printer and CNC machine...I think. Bah, polymer would probably be better and able to stand up to the rigors of fighting."
Loudly, he rummaged through a bin he thought might have what he needed.
"It'll need to have a secure way of closing and snapping shut. Maybe machine out something like the way some game console controllers are made.."
Absent-minded, Shiro randomly tossed unwanted parts over his shoulder. Not exactly thinking about the mess he was creating or who he may potentially hit..
"After that, secure it shut with some small phillips head screws. Those should be around here somewhere...Now, what to contain the glow-in-the-dark chemical...Maybe some medical tubing with the ends sealed shut. Agh, where is...!"
At another bin, he located a bag of chemlights and the tubing he needed. Problem still was the material required for the body of his collar. Pausing his search, Shiro frowned and thought for a moment. He hadn't properly named his creation-to-be. Shrugging, he continued his loud search for mats. Ears and tail perking, he found a carton of sterile latex gloves and some protective goggles just in time for his Scroll's timer to set off.
"Oop! Gotta put this on hold for now." Trotting through the discarded mess he created, he set his found materials on his desk and trotted back over to the Degreaser tank where part of Kladenets lay in a grate. Removing his black gloves, he slipped the latex ones he found on over his bandaged hands and lifted the grate out of the tank. Dripping wet with solution, Shiro gently shook off the excess liquid and carefully removed Kladenets' spine. Looking around, he located the sand blaster and strided over. Kicking the back of the sand blaster open, he gingerly set the weapon part into the machine and slammed it shut. Staring through the glass window of the machine, Shiro remembered that he had forgotten. Forgotten a rather crucial step.

Letting out an muffled/exasperated sigh, Shiro removed his latex gloves and angrily searched the web on his Scroll once more. "Damn it. What PSI and grit did I use before?" Muttering to himself, he again wandered around the class looking for bags of a specific grit of sand.

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Cian Kuze -- Armory Scraproom

Cian sighed as she looked at the small pile next to her full of small parts that was needed to make the headset work. Though she turned her head when she heard Lukes question what was she missing she had the major components for the headset and goggles what else did she need? Well beyond that the redesign required a different set of goggles but she had what she need with the basic frame she found. So all that really remained was a lens which she was holding and a transceiver she need a pair of them. "I need at least two transceivers Luke and a additional rectangular lens." she said as she went back to searching through the scrap pile looking for the items in question.

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Abel Fulgurate – Grimm Studies
@forsythe@krayzikk@Onarax@Jedly

At last Abel's spirits began to rise. To assign credit where credit was due, Jack's bold move had come up aces for the team. Of course, a Megaladeus with its bite disabled provided a stiffer challenge than your everyday fish, its speed and strength would not prevent the students from serving up a hefty portion of defeat on plates of cold steel. Even Robert's tomfoolery -how did he even get into Beacon!? And how did I lose!?- failed to take the edge off Abel's good mood, even though his presence made the sudden invention of the first-ever Robert-ke-bob a remarkably probably event. While others kept watch, like Cobalt and Sangue, or did nothing, like Sepia, Diamond, Benjamin, Napoli, and Delta, Abel resumed his steady aiming of the Ampere. This time, with the Grimm monster at the surface in a mad effort to hydrate Robert and figure out how to not bite a giant foam lilypad, there lay for Abel a clear shot.

He did not waste it.

The guardian grinned as his weapon hit its mark, piercing its side. "Hey, listen for a sec'!" he shouted. "I hit a painful but nonvital spot so the thing doesn't berserk. If we kill it now, we can turn it into mincemeat before it goes nuts. I give it twenty-five seconds until our attacks don't work anymore. Time to move!"[/color] He closed his fist and pulled, threads of electricity yanking the speared Megaladeus toward the side of the pool. It was now or never.

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Luke Schwarz -- Armory Scraproom

"Like this one?" he asked, holding up a matching lens literally the second after she had finished her response with a smirk. Handing it over, he was almost surprised by his luck there. He'd literally been eyeing it as she had begun to respond.

Nice timing.

"Two transceivers..." he repeated, bringing a hand back to his chin to his chin and closing his eyes thoughtfully. He knew he'd seen some a while ago...

His eyes opened wide as it came back to him. That's it! the same box he'd been digging through while he started this whole sequence! He was fairly sure they'd been there, along with a plethora of other useful objects that he simply hadn't needed. Perfect!

Setting down his things once more, he deftly side-hopped over to original box, bending over and yanking it back out from the shelf.

Forcing the cardboard flaps apart as if opening some great set of double-doors, he beheld them, laying at the top of the pile: two gray blocks, what you might find if you disassembled an ethernet port or somesuch, the compact combinations of both transmitter and receiver.

"These?" he asked again, presenting them to her in each hand.


[System]
Species: Human

Age: 28

Gender: Female

Appearance: Shorter than average, dark hair, somewhat sun-kissed skin from outdoor activity, and way less scars than one would've expect. Usually clad in mail hauberk adorned with pieces of banners from felled foes (or a pretty dress, at rarer occasion), and always with at least one weapon in her person.

Bio: When Yvonne was born she's the only child to the opulent but very much declining house Rosenving, it took less than two more decades of ridiculous parties and all-around bad financial management before it was driven to the verge of bankruptcy. Naturally there comes the talk of marriage upon which Yvonne, an oddball obsessed with distinctly unladylike things like driving the business end of a weapon into someone's soft flesh, all but absconded with her great-grandfather's blade. The rest of her life was spent in a wild ride of mercenary work and avoiding (more commonly, well, thoroughly violencing) the men hired by her family and/or her would-be fiance to bring her back. Her journey brought her all round the three kingdoms and more, even after her ancestral home collapsed and pursuers stopped coming.

Invited by promise of great reward and, among other thing, to try save the little henchman boy that used to follow her around (yes, that would be the prince), and the fact that she happen to be lurking around the border already, Yvonne stepped back toward the royal court of Kindeance once more.

Skillset: Well versed in outdoor survival, knack for murder and violence, oddly high spatial awareness, dancing, easily thrives in chaotic situation, very good at intimidation, weaves pretty dang well, and is proficient using common melee weapons. Personally prefers the mace despite her title.

Spells:
-Mansplitter (Self-buff. Gain inhuman strength for a very short period. The stronger the effect, the greater the backlash.)
-Warcry (AoE debuff. Inflict terror in a wide area. Greater effect on closer target, and greater effect on direction Yvonne is facing.)
-Bloodlust (Passive. Haste, pain tolerance, and resistance to mental effect. Starts off weak but ramps up as the fight goes on.)
-Resilience (Passive. Harder to injure, less affected by existing injuries, and heals a lot faster than normal at the cost of increased calorie usage.)

Equipment: Daily necessities (preserved rations, a tin pot, medical supply, knapping, change of clothes, etc), adorned mail hauberk, the sword her great-grandfather wielded that probably never saw use since then until it landed in her hands, a heavy flanged mace, a rondel dagger.

Other: Can be inserted to the plot any time it's convenient (or fun) to do so.

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Henri was simply there by the stables, sitting on the barrel he carried to there, a mere three feet next to someone's horse. He might've came here too early. He exhaled. It bored him. There was an odd lack of a stableworker today, either. Alright then, might as well do something.

 With the town on edge during the recent events, it was oddly quiet in these stables while he embarked in the throes of cleaning this eternally unused water barrel. His telekinesis could only keep up appearances, he needed actual water. Well, he could also use telekinesis on the water, creating a localized cyclone inside the water barrel. He then dumped the dirty water out, and rinsed it again. Nicely done.

 Now, for the sprinkling system... It has to be something large enough for Ceddy's paw hands to just pull up, and a diligent spray of water would pour out on the side. Henri began to carve a large rectangular shape out of the side of the barrel, then filled the carved side with steel which he then poked small two-millimeter holes onto at the lower half, alternating to form diamonds if connected. Then, he added a frame outward that would tightly hold another sheet of metal only one-third as long as the first one. This sheet can be moved up or down to seal the watering holes. Then, the last thing is to attach a small hoop to the sheet to tie a long leather rope onto, and tying the other end of it to a smooth metal ring to pull easily from the shoulder.

 A few more checks to see if the external sheet slides smoothly, then filling up the water barrel to make sure water stays in when closed. Pulling the sheet up creates multiple tiny streams of water, much like a watering can. Amazing.

 After that exciting ordeal, he's back to simply sitting on the water barrel, now with a pony harness by his feet and a Scroll of Arcane Bolts in his hand. It would seem hasty and prone to misshaping if Henri were to turn this pony harness into a backpack sling for this Ceddy, as he knows not of his measurements and might build it too small. For now, he focused on studying this scroll, which if he guessed at the mechanics, should be as simple as pooling your mana at a spot and hurling its condensed form at your enemies... He wouldn't know until he tried, though. It's not safe to test this scroll in this area.

 Jazdia, huh... Where has he heard that name before? It's quite the unique name, but he couldn't pinpoint from where.

[Assistant]
2:10 P.M.

Rascade city outskirt, Kingdom of Kindeance.

Once a bustling hub of commerce, this town was now rarely seen by outsiders. The rumor of imminent war and their recent policy to tighten their border control had made most people steer clear. No longer merchant flocks and the ship docks in their street and harbor, causing the economy to stall considerably. People didn't seem to be troubled by it, however. Maybe because the lockdown was just announced five days ago and a dent in the kingdom's economy was barely felt.

With the help of the swordmaster Chounan guiding them through the city maze and alleys, the trio finally arrived at the... less sophisticated part of the city. A ghetto if you may, but don't let the average citizen hear you saying that. Those Nouveau Riche would gasp in horror before telling you that you are an imbecile and there was no such thing in this prosperous city. The others, however, would nod to that notion and blame that on the influx of immigrants from their neighbor Meche who then formed their own destitute community, giving a stain on the face of their great city.

With discrimination and prejudice becoming more rampant these days, who could really blame them?

Their destination was a very busy middle-class tavern named The Black Swan. Which, based on Jazdia's analytic mind, had positioned itself cleverly on the market. As long as they have thirst and coin, everyone was welcomed, from nobles to paupers, immigrants, travelers, and natives alike. And while this gave a sense of inclusivity, it systematically encourage its patrons to flaunt their wealth for everyone to see. Really, it was not showing off if you couldn't rub it in someone's face, and this tavern facilitated you to go wild with your petty ego.

Still, it was a tavern. Information circulates as much as coins and drinks. Coins lure all kinds of people including those with dishonest hearts and scheming minds who sedulously taking the advantage of the addling nature of liquors, which needless to say didn't mix very well with one's financial acumen.

Sauntering through its main hall, Jazdia fixed her sight on a room with decorated walls located on a slightly elevated floor. The so-called VIP area, reserved exclusively for those with a more prominent background they even had a well-dressed bouncer guarding the entrance.

The bouncer, to their surprise, immediately welcomed them upon seeing the expensive (and gaudy) armor Chounan was wearing.

Jazdia didn't even need her power to find what she was looking for. The table in the middle of the room was so loud it attracted the attention of the other patrons. There were four men, three gentlemen were obviously nobles, and the person who was shuffling the cards was an ancient being wearing heavy illusion makeup from head to toe to make himself look like a whimsical noble boy in his late teens. As the coins piled up and another round began, the noblemen watched with sneer and anticipation.

Jazdia approached the table. A foul game was at play and the victim would be these three seemingly obnoxious aristocratic gentlemen. She was rather undecided if she should intervene.

Placing her hand between two invisible fox ears, the elf decided that she just need some fluff to ruffle. Whatever happened next was up to chance... as any gambling should.

"Are ya winning, son?"

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Kaito was so focussed on playing his victims that he did not notice the three people closing in from behind. It was only in the moment that Jazdia put her hand on his head that the kitsune noticed the presence of that elf. Just hearing her voice sends shivers down his spine and for a moment Kaito loses his concentration on his elaborate web of illusions revealing his fluffy fox tail for just a split second. Although the kitsune was sure that the men across the table would not notice, the two friends of Jazdia's might.

Kaito always felt a certain tension, nervousness when Jazdia was around. Maybe it was because she had the ability to see right through his illusions or maybe it was her piercing gaze that seemed to go right through to the darkest depths of your soul. Seeing those bits of you that you desperately hide far away while convincing yourself that it isn't there. He couldn't put his finger on what it was but the Kitsune knew one thing for sure, the elf knew how he felt and she was thoroughly enjoying it.

It took a few seconds before he regained his composure and turned his head towards Jazdia. With a bit of an annoyed look on his face he spoke "I see you still carry the same attitude towards proper etiquette, miss.... Sparky" Not that he had expected anything different from her. If Kaito had learned one thing about Jazdia since their first encounter, it was her absolute lack of respect for any form of authority and etiquette. She would even refuse to bow in front of the gods themselves. A character trait that Kaito certainly appreciated.

"Anyway, I certainly hope that I am going to win. I betted a fair deal of money on this game and don't want to explain to my father why our families coffers have shrunk a bit today. But since you're here, it is safe to assume that my presence is required at the estate, right?" Spoke Kaito as he pretended that the elf was some sort of servant of his noble house. He was sure she would understand that he was dragging her into his web of lies and could only hope that Jazdia would play along.

The three men at the other side of the table were flabbergasted about the exchange. In their perception Kaito was a young nobleman that should have been addressed by a servant with the proper respect. What the elf had shown was utter contempt about etiquette to the point that a proper punishment would be in place. Yet the young master let her get off easy.

The kitsune turned towards his victims again. With Jazdia here, he knew he had to wrap things up quickly. Her visits always meant business and you never knew what was cooking in her head. The pretty elf might intervene if he made her wait too long. Not to mention that she had brought two friends. Must be serious business. "Gentlemen, my apologies for the interruption. It appears that there is some business that requires my presence. This will be the final round for today. Anyone want to raise their bets?"

With much anticipation the three men stared at Kaito. All were waiting for the final card to be drawn and placed open on the table. All had strong hands and were confident that they had a good chance of winning. Not to mention there was a good deal of money at stake. The kitsune slowly picked the card from the deck and placed it face down on the table. He quickly looked at the three men who all tensed up. Then Kaito revealed the card.

Lord Baltimore jumped up from his seat and slammed his cards on the table in the most un-lordy fashion possible. "Go beat that!" he shouted in excitement as he revealed the second strongest combination of cards possible in the game. The two others looked at the cards that were revealed on the table and then to their own hands. The excitement drained from their face, making room for frustration. A few annoyed growls could be heard as mister Ridgeway and mister Conway accepted their defeats.

Lord Baltimore was about to grab the pile of gold coins when he realized that Kaito had not yet revealed his cards. All three men turned their heads towards the kitsune who sat there just silently with a straight face. "no, you're not going to tell me that you have a royal straight, right?" spoke lord Baltimore. Then Kaito revealed his hand, card by card until a royal straight, the strongest combination of cards was laid out in front of him.

[Assistant]
On the way out Yvonne collected the belongings she handed over earlier, finally feeling adequately protected with the weight of weapons in their holster. She had to modify her appearance a bit, removing the multicolored adornment to leave the hauberk plain. The riveted mail wasn't exactly a common thing due to how pricy it was, but still plentiful enough among the more well-off soldier and mercenary that it wouldn't draw much attention. The heirloom sword wasn't adorned much in the first place, wrapping some rag on the handle was enough to conceal it as a standard arming sword. Everything else can be find in any decently large armoury, thus was of no issue to wear in the open.

Their de-facto leader brought them to one of the better inn in the city, pricy enough to bar the less savory (or the destitute) while still affordable enough to see plentiful traffic. Off to the side room she followed, past several gamblers toward the one that probably had more wealth staked than the rest of the room combined.

There's a flash of furry ears and fluffy tail, but all it earned was a raised eyebrow from the mercenary. Far from her to point it out for no one's benefit. She had an inkling of what this man was worth to them, if it's even a man under the glamour. Yvonne wasn't unfamiliar with the type, always seems to have a pair of extra ears whenever something interesting occured. Jazdia's contact, then?

For the most part Yvonne kept quiet, though upon the grand reveal she had to struggle from cracking a grin. Now that's a hedged deck if she ever saw one. Dunno how it's arranged, but the odds of just one good hand was rare enough - much less four in the same round, and right at the closing game with the highest stake? If someone tried something like that in a low-end tavern they'd get knifed within the hour. Sometimes right then and there, by the outraged players.

Nothing that helped the investigation so far, but at least Yvonne got a new nickname for the elf. Sparky rings so much better than Blondie.


[System]
"The world is full of nice people. If you can't find one, be one."
Soul
Kindness
Age
12
Gender
Female
Appearance
She is about 4 feet tall and has naturally sad green eyes, but really most of the time she's smiling. She tends to tie her hair up into a ponytail whenever she can to keep it out of her face. She doesn't actually have any of those bandages on her right now, but otherwise that picture is how she looks. She has no scars in absence of the bandages either, she's perfectly fine at the moment.
Personality
In a few words: Kind (duh), secretive, observant, playful, joyful, and confident. She's always got a smile on her face, either because she's usually able to find something to be happy about, or for other's sakes. She may not be brave enough to run head-on into danger, or even sure that she'll make it through whatever obstacles she comes across, but she has confidence that in the end everything will turn out alright. She often keeps her thoughts to herself unless she's trying to cheer someone up.
History
As the story goes on you'll learn more about her, she won't bite if you ask.

[User]
Ginty will keep his Integerty
 Ginty calmly looked around to figure out where he was. It seems like he is in some sort of underground moonpool, he has only read about them in books, though, he never thought that they were actually real. It's no time to think about things in story books now Ginty! We gotta stay alive and figure out how to get out, He thinks to himself trying to access his situation before doing anything too bold, Okay... where are you, Ginty... You are in a moonpool with you feet in the water... your cold... Best bet is to get out of the water and try to dry off. So he does just that, he first slowly takes his legs out of the water to make sure that his skin can get to the temperature change, he then slowly stands up to get a better look at where he is exactly. Once he got a feel for where he is he decides to loose his family necklace and try to loose some of his wet clothes so he can dry off better which would help him warm up, he gently places his stuff on a rock by something that seems to be like a tree. Thats a plant! I can start a fire with that but I don't want to use too much energy... I need that to get out, he thinks to himself knowing that talking would also use too much energy. He then walks up to the tree and uses one hand to push against it to see how stable it was.
 The tree was thin and the wood should be dry enough to start a fire. He then looks around for something he can use, the first thing he finds are rocks, but he could easily drop it and hurt himself and it would take to much energy to use the rock like it was currently, so he continues looking around and seeing an overturned bus seat and a bunch of clothes and a backpack of a sort, but if he chooses that option he would have to use more energy to swim in the water and swim out, and the water is too cold to do that. He sighs before looking up and sees some vines he could use to make a net and use to get the backpack. He quickly nods his head and walks over to his necklace grabbing hoping that he could use it has a hook of a sort before climbing up the tree know that it was strong enough to climb by how hard it was to push. He was barefoot so climbing the tree was slightly painful not he didn't get hurt to the point he was bleeding but because he was barefoot it was easier to climb up the tree. Once he got to the top he held onto the tree with once had and threw his necklace at the vines hooking onto them and pulling the down.
 It worked but he dropped the necklace causing it to fall to the ground. Ginty watches it fall and tightly holds onto the tree, based on his knowledge of survival from the books and shows he has watched the best thing to do is to watch where you are going has you climb down so you don't fall and get hurt. He does just that but slips and few times though but catches himself. once he got down he quickly got to work on weaving a net to use to get the stuff out of the water using his necklace like a saw. He kept some of the leaves to use has fire feed once he get's it started. He then throws out the nets to the clothes to practice with it before trying to get the backpacks and the bus seat. It takes him a few tries before getting a hang of it and even after he get's a hang of using the net it took him three good tries to bring in the backpacks.
 Now that he has the backpacks and the clothes he starts off by moving the clothes to some wear that they can dry off with his over clothes. He then looks down and his underclothes, all he had on what a pair of black shorts and a black tank top on, It's better than nothing. Now let's look through these bags He sits down Indian style and grabbed his first backpack. There was a hand full of snacks, some paper, and a water bottle. The other's had similar things but one of them had a pocket knife and a tin water bottle. Ginty's face lit up when he saw the metal water bottle and a pocket knife. Ginty stood up and took out the blade of the pocket and began to try get an axe blade on a rock or the rock at least sharp enough to cut down the tree. It take a bit of work but he does get some type of edge out of the rock.
 He then walks over to the food collecting and places the food onto a rock where he could see it from all directions to make sure nothing steals it, before taking the backpacks and lining them up with the clothes to dry out so he could use one of them to store the food, a different one to store supplies, and another one to store the clothes in. Once he got his workspace organised and cleaned up he starts on the fire, but first, he got to get that tree down. Ginty grabs the rock axe blade thing glad that he normally wears thick leather gloves everywhere he goes. He firmly holds the rock piece in both hands and takes a good swing at the tree making sure to focus on one spot that was softer than the others. It takes him a good twenty or something hits until he cut it down enough so that he could push it over the rest of the way. He huffs and stretches stiffly dropping the metal piece and checks his hand. They were sore but they'll be okay.

[Assistant]
Rena Narim, Soul of Justice ♥

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Falling...
 Screaming...
 CRASH!
 These were the last things Rena remembered before her world snapped to black, sweeping her senses away and into the inky void of unconsciousness. The next thing she knew, there was a light, pulsing pain in head. She gave a cough, and opened her left eye, finding her right eye to prefer to be closed. This concerned her a bit, but she reasoned that it may just have been bruised a bit.

 She forced herself to her feet, supporting herself using the wreckage around her. She rubbed at her face, causing warm blood to smear onto her hand, and her to shudder. She took a shaky step forward, seeing the map in front of her. She figured that she would need that once she made her way of the cave, if she wanted to be able find her way back home. She carefully pulled at the map in front of her, and then heard Lucia call out, who's voice she recognized. "I'm fine Lucy, kinda..." She called out, and then coughed again. "I don't think I'm that beat up anyway..."

[User]
Soul of Perseverance ♥ Mimi
Generator SIN @Vesuvius00 @Laach @Natsu @The1Rolling1Boy
Hearing Lucia's compliment after having pushed Naomi off her, Mimi blushed. No one had told her she was a great leader before, only that her actions were "dangerous" and would bring similar "danger" to others. "Thanks Lucy." She mumbled, before returning to observing as Lucia seemed to do the same. A small sound resounded through the cavern; "Mrs. Cassidy is in danger."

Hearing Dilloh's words silently echo through the cavern just before Lucia roll-called for others, Mimi was spurred into action again. "Danger" There it was again, that word she'd heard so often. She had never really understood it, but from everyone's reactions to it, she figured it must be something bad. Gesturing for Lucia to come along, she scurried off to where the voice came from. Passing by a pile of bags and clothing before arriving at Dilloh's location. Looking around to locate mrs. Cassidy, but not seeing her Mimi asked "Where's mrs. Cass--" but interrupted herself as she looked down over the edge to see whar Dilloh was staring at so worriedly. About one-and-a-half meters beside Dilloh, she was looking over at mrs. Cassidy dangling over a black, menacing void.

Quickly thinking about a solution Mimi concluded they'd need something to pull her back up without the ground giving in further...obviously. They needed something like a rope, but that wasn't exactly something you'd carry on you at all times. Remembering she'd seen a pair of jeans on the way here, she rushed back to the pile of clothes with a quick "Hold on!". Quickly grabbing two pairs of jeans, she turned to Dilloh and yelled for anyone to hear "If anyone can help, grab something like a rope and help us pull!"

Returning to Dilloh, she threw a pair of jeans on his shoulder, the pipes bungling over his back and chest. "Give that to Cassidy so she can hold on to something, after you do, grab this one and we'll try to drag her back. Extending Dilloh one half of the jeans so he could grab hold of that himself. "You help me pull, Lucy! And everyone else too!" As she said this, Mimi was praying people had chosen to actually show up as well as praying this would go right. Adrenaline pumped through her veins as time seemed to slow around her. Her gaze locked at Dilloh to make sure she wouldn't miss the crucial moment, a multitude of thoughts ran through her head. What if mrs. Cassidy did fall? Sure, it would confirm mrs. Cassidy was weak if she did, falling was for the weak after all, but despite her wanting to be proven to be superior, Mimi was hoping that mrs. Cassidy wasn't entirely weak, that she'd at least be strong enough to not fall here.

[Assistant]
Lucia ~♥~ A Kind Soul
Still hoping to help everyone.

Lucia sighed in relief as she finally found where Naomi was hurt, and was certain that the older girl was still alive. She had a nasty gash on her leg, but without anything to wrap it with Lucia couldn't do anything to help that at all yet. She considered trying to clean the wound with the water from the pond, but before she could act on the thought, she heard others calling out now, answering her call from before.

At the first call Mimi ran off, beckoning Lucia to follow her as she did. Lucia stood up and glanced down at Naomi before deciding to follow. The older girl would be fine for a little while, right? "Wait up!" She was slower than Mimi in getting to where Ms. Cassidy was, and once she got there she had no idea what to do. The teacher was hanging over the edge of a cliff, an older boy trying to hold her and keep her from falling. Mimi went to get a few pairs of jeans from a pile of backpacks and clothes, and Lucia looked around to see if anyone else was coming to help. It, didn't seem like it yet, but there was a good chance that everyone was still stunned from the crash and couldn't really help.

As Mimi lay out her plan, Lucia took hold of the now makeshift rope, ready to pull when it came time. "Wait, shouldn't we try to tie these together and then tie one end to Ms. Cassidy? then we can all pull from this end away from the cliff so none of us fall over either."


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

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

Appearance:
5.8ft tall, pale skin and snow white hair. Sturdy and heavy frame, but still retains her feminine figure despite adhering to a strict physical training regime.

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

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

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

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

Equipment:

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

"Scylla" [Custom-Built Handgun], .50 caliber, 7 round clip size x 3 carried.

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

Refractor Field. Description under Appearance.

Servo-Skull: Mostly used to store events, data, recordings and scrolls.

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

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

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

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

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

[User]
Stukov nodded as he made sure he had all his belongings, drink was paid for, and with everything taken care of he made his way towards the psyker where she had indicated. He had to wonder what the woman had in mind for a shortcut to get them where they were going, the main floor in specific, but he had already given his word that he would be accompanying Smiles along the way to the gallery. She was armed up, and helmeted again, which would make facial reading difficult to say the least, but he glanced over the edge of the way she opened, noting the rather sheer drop rather calmly.

Heights did not over bother Stukov much, or he hadn't assumed so. Seeing the world and being threatened with being hauled out into the void of space, versus plummeting under the unrelenting force of planetary gravity, seemed to be two different things entirely. Unnerving to think of how one might plummet such a way, but not in any paralyzing manner. But certainly unnerving. Probably some form of warp trickery was planned to guide them down to the main level. But she seemed to offer some choice in the matter, whether it was warp space or real space.

"Both have their problems, Smiles, personal preference remains in the physical world. But whatever gets us down there, as best as you see fit, I'll manage. Won't be my first time coming face to face with warp space..." Referencing his first ship's Gellar fields failing and letting the Warp into the ship itself. Not a pleasant thought to cross his mind as he stood by the psyker and considered how she would go about this shortcut of hers. She had recalled that staff of hers via telekinesis, or whatever it was called, so perhaps a grander form of that trickery? He didn't know and kept his peace, waiting for the orders from Smiles on how to go about this little trick of hers. Should be a show for the other arrivals of the group, regardless.

[Assistant]
"I'll manage. Won't be my first time coming face to face with warp space..."

Behind her mask, Adrianne would smile. It was the response she had hoped for.

"I was hoping you would say that." She spoke through her helmet, before suddenly extending her arm forward to grab a hold of Stukov's chest. The moment she touched the armsman, it was as if all the forces of gravity let go off him, and the world around him disappeared into an endless, black hole! Instead, he was being pulled in every direction, up, down and sideways.

But the whole experience was over in the blink of an eye, when he suddenly appeared again with Adrianne in a dimly lit, grand office of some kind.

Almost immediately, a loud crash could be heard from besides them, as sitting on a large desk was an old, high priest of some kind who just fell off his chair when Adrianne and Stukov suddenly appeared out of nowhere in front of him!

"By the-oh, emperor preserve me!" The old man screamed in terror as he landed on the floor, grabbing his chest as if he had almost had a heart attack.
"Demonspawns! Warp fiends! GUARDS! GUARDS!"

"Hmm... " Adrianne would mutter, gazing around at the room which seemed to belong to some kind of grand cathedral of some kind.
"We are a little off."

She would say as she studied their surroundings, before suddenly grabbing Stukov once again, and repeated the same process of teleportation!

The room would disappear, only for them to reappear in a kitchen of some kind. The surrounding kitchen staff would quickly turn around to look at the new arrivals with faces of surprise, and Adrianne would shake her head once again.

"Nope."

*ZAP*

Another teleportation, and they would finally appear right in the open street in front of the spaceport! Most of the bystanders, busy with their own daily activities, had completely missed the instantaneous teleportation. All except for the odd mailman who looked utterly gobsmacked.

"That's not normal. Usually I get it right on the first try. Apologizes for that." Adrianne would comment, tilting her head slightly as she looked at the street around them, before focusing on Stukov next to her.
"Let's just walk the rest of the way to the gallery. It should be just around the corner."

[User]
Before Stukov could say a word about Smiles grabbing the front of his shirt, he was gone into the Warp for a split second. Even more unpleasant outside a ship experiencing the same thing than inside of it, and the sense of getting stretched in every direction was just unpleasant, and sickening to put it mildly. When they first came out he staggered a bit, getting his legs under him as he looked around to take in his surroundings, ignoring the screaming priest for a few moments before looking at him. "Warp spawn would have already been on you, Father, so calm yourself. We're just passing through."

Before he could say anything to Smiles they were gone through the warp again, that very same pulling in all directions was still as unpleasant as before. But once the void spat them back out, they found themselves in some kitchen area with equally surprised staff and he smirked under his rebreather, throwing up another comment to keep his mind off the rather harsh feeling of warp travel before being yanked back into the warp by the psyker. "Just passing through, go ahead and burn something to spite the fat nobles."

And with that, once more Stukov was flying through the warp with Smiles before they finally landed near the Gallery, and he stood up and caught his breath as the psyker spoke on how she normally got the teleport right on the first try and he managed a shrug as he got his bearings straight, ignoring the mailman and his rather surprised look. "Reckon you aren't used to moving an extra body Smiles, might not have helped. I do appreciate not getting lost along the way though, that was not a feeling I enjoy. Looks like it was faster than walking anyways, detours and all, so well done on that. Suppose we should catch up with our Boss then, yea?"

Stukov didn't just outright spout Inquisitor, which would have blown cover most likely, and reverted to his typical nickname for the Inquisitor. Fit his role in the group as their leader, after all. But that was neither here nor there, so he stood ready to continue escorting Smiles the rest of the way to the art gallery from where they were at, as he had indeed volunteered for in the grand scheme of things.

[Assistant]
"Reckon you aren't used to moving an extra body Smiles,"

Behind her mask, Adrianne would grimace as if Stukov's had just inflicted her physical pain with his words alone! Furrowing her brows, she resisted turning her head to Stukov, instead looking straight forward. Fortunately for her, her skeletal helmet hid pretty much any facial expression she ever made, though did not offer much concealment if she were to make the armsman airborne and send him floating away to the highest spires of the city!

She hated when people commented on failed spells, whether it was to criticize or patronize. It drove her insane faster than any corrupting influence of the old gods ever could! She had not spent the vast majority of her life practicing the arts of a psyker only to be laughed at! She despised when people commented on her abilities!

... unless it was meant as a praise, in which case it was always welcome!

"Normally... " Adrianne would finally begin to speak, the psyker having started walking alongside Stukov towards the gallery.
"I have teleported entire strike teams of up to six people at a time before. One body is usually no problem, unless there is a disturbance in the warp... "

" ... or I'm just unfamiliar with the geography, emperor-dammit!"

She had once almost managed to teleport an entire valkyrie before, but that was a story she rarely recalled to people. Mostly because she had only managed to teleport half of it, thereby literally slicing the expensive machine in two and causing an irreparable degree of damage! It would have been impressive if not for the fact she had pretty much destroyed it in the process!

As they walked, a short flight of stairs was all they had to walk and appear on an elevated walkway before the massive imperial gallery came into view at the top!

While they approached the edge, a slight humming noise would emanate from above them, as soon Adrianne's servo-skull would appear down from the sky to hover down next to its mistress.

"M4R1-A: Initiate Symbiote. Initiate Area surveillance. Give Priority: Target 136, 271, 381, 591, 129." Adrianne would speak out as she turned to look towards the floating servo skull next to them. M4R1-A would emit a small beeping noise from its skull, one of its eyes flashing red as it scanned the scenery in front of them.

Soon, Adrianne could green triangles appearing over her visors, shifting across the moving crowd; until one of them, carrying the numbers 591, locked onto a peculiar individual wearing a leather jacket by the stairs of the gallery walking towards the gallery, before stopping to speak to a person holding a newspaper. Shortly after, another green triangle would appear over the second individual, carrying the code 136. Zooming in, Adrianne would recognize Ben conversing with the Inquisitor, standing about three hundred feet away from Adrianne and Stukov.

"It appears we have found Ben together with our benevolent In,-." Adrianne was about to speak when she suddenly noticed the gaze she was receiving from Stukov standing next to her, and decided to cut her last word.
" ... our 'Boss'."

...

"So, how do you want us to approach them?" Adrianne would then ask, looking towards Stukov.
"We could teleport or... if you wanted to make a dramatic entrance, I could slingshot you to them!"