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Age: 19

Nationality: Scottish

Appearance:

Description: A fairly rambunctious and stubborn girl, Nessie isn't dissimilar to your average Scotsman. She can display quite a tough and, at times, even rude and imposing exterior when in the company of strangers. Around friends she is brash, cheeky and can be quite loud, frequently poking fun at those she surrounds herself with. Equally, though, she also enjoys her own company, her favourite passtime being sitting by or swimming in a lake, especially one surrounded by beautiful scenery. Definitely the outdoors type. She loves a good drink though, and will never say no to having a pint in a nice pub.

Biography: Born in the Scottish Highlands, Nessie comes from a fairly wealthy background, her childhood home a rural manor house within an idyllic setting. Mountains, hills, woodland and lakes as far as the eye can see. The perfect place for an adventurous young girl like her, and still it remains her favourite place. Her parents work in... well, that she's not really sure of. Never has been, even to this day and age. And it's not like she's had many opportunities to ask them either.

At a young age she was sent to a prestigious boarding school for girls in Edinburgh, to both heighten her education and to keep her somewhere while her parents were away from home working. And it is there that she has remained most of her life since then. Even when school is out, she usually goes to stay with her uncle, who lives in an apartment not too far from her school, and with whom she's built quite a strong connection with over the years.

After finishing school at the age of 18 however, she didn't really know what to do with herself. She would go between the Highlands and Edinburgh, aimlessly inhabiting each of her homes while thinking of what she wanted to do with her life. Though she had done well at school, it felt like something was missing. It went on like this for a year until her uncle, noticing her rut and seeing the effect it was having on her, recommended a change of scenery for the girl. A breath of fresh air (metaphorically speaking) and an opportunity to see her future more clearly, whether that was university or immediately starting a career.

And so now Nessie finds herself in London, the heart and the capital of England. And yet still, even with such a dramatic change in surroundings from where she was previously based, and with so many opportunities and paths right at her fingertips, the girl still feels as though she hasn't found what's right for her yet. Not only that, but since arriving in London she can't help but feel unusual. Strange flickers at the corner of her eye occasionally catch her attention, unexplainable shapes looming around her only to disappear as soon as she puts her full attention on them. Perhaps something there is something coming her way, a path she never could've expected...

Grimoire
 • Title: The Loch Ness Monster
 • Classification: Legend
 • Description: One of the ultimate creatures of folk lore, the phenomenon of the Loch Ness Monster has its roots way back in the sixth century, though most of its notoriety bubbled up in the late 19th and 20th centuries. The illusive long-necked creature, described by some to be a sea serpent or dragon living deep within the waters of Loch Ness, has created ripples throughout history with its disputed existence, gradually being pulled more and more into the limelight of contention until becoming the staple of the paranormal that it is today. And so its legend is reflected in its equally illusive Grimoire. A story that, to this day and perhaps even far into the future, has not seen its end.
 • Abilities:
The Undine - At will, Nessie is able to manipulate any water around her and bend it completely to her will. She can also summon water out of thin air if required, but that takes more energy and control to do, so don't expect her to be summoning reservoirs of water with no difficulty right off the bat. It'll take training to get anywhere close to that.

Misty Waters - Like the monster itself, Nessie can disappear herself out of thin air. The only catch is that she may only remain invisible as long as she can hold her breath. There is a loophole to this ability however, as shown with the next one.

The Loch's Blessing - These are more passive abilities than anything, but they can definitely come in handy, especially in a city that contains a massive river (*looks at London*). The Grimoire grants Nessie with incredibly swift swimming speed, making her look like a blur to anyone above the surface. On top of this she can also breathe, hear and see completely clearly when underwater, almost as if she were on normal ground. The final blessing is the loophole to her Misty Waters ability, which is that she can turn invisible for as long as she wishes when underwater, essentially ignoring its limitation. Of course, most battles would probably take place above water so this ability may not always be as useful as it sounds, but in the right situation, as well as clever usage, it can provide Nessie with an invaluable edge.

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LILAC SHIMMER

"Good. Let's take a moment, ok?" Bonnie guided Suzuya over to a nearby bench and sat down beside her, speaking softly.

Bonnie stayed with Suzuya as everyone else launched into debate. Her head was swimming with all the perspectives on display, but she wanted to stay solid for Suzuya right now. As the Pageless appeared, Bonnie gave a reassuring shoulder rub, and whispered, "You can sit this one out if you like."

"I don't know about the future, but I know right now my heart wants to fight." Bonnie begins shining as she stares at Roma. A spotlight shines over her as if she were on stage. Then her eyes drift over to her companions, as a flower materializes in her hands, held to her lips. "There are too many beautiful things in this world to worry about whose responsibility it is to defend them." She dramatically tosses the sparkling flower into the sky whose petals fall, like the shower above a wedded couple. By the time gazes fall back down to Bonnie from the eyecatching flower, the transformation into Lilac Shimmer is already complete, and with a spin, the illusions of petals scatter to the wind as a Magical Girl stands ready for battle.

"Another time, there's battle to be done." Lilac returns her gaze to Roma, dismissing her words for now, before gazing to the sky to face the Pageless.

~Alright, that should be what to say if she's like, she's the type whose's gonna play coy before helping... Wait, I hope she didn't, like, summon the bad guys, and I'm about to get hit while I'm dramatically staring skyward.~ Lilac's eyes drop from the Pageless for a moment to nervously glance around everyone, even as she holds her chin high as if she's still looking up.

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Dynasty Queen

"Ahhh, it's all gone tocachu hwch." The crude curse sprung from Tesni's lips. Reaching down she grabbed the 'mugger' by the collar and tossed him at the fleeing crowed.

"Don't forget this asshole you fuckin' idiots! Fuck, fuck fuck…" she buried her face in her hands, not out of any despair or fear. Simply out of sheer annoyance at the fact the swarm of Pageless were probably all over the city and more than that... she was going to have to actively try to not break any buildings.

"Fuck it, you know what, fuck it. Do what you can and don't stress about what you can't…" taking a deep breath she started walking back across the road to where the rest of the girls were and more importantly… where the enigmatic lady stood, the lady the Pageless appeared to be at the very least paying attention to, even when there was plenty of people and magical girls around to attack.

"The divine root conceives, its source revealed; Mind and nature nurtured, the Great Dao is born." as her foot fell, a golden ring rippled out on the ground, the faint chorus of ancient Chinese instruments announcing her transformation. It floated upward around her, transforming her as it passed, stopping at her forehead and contracted in making a golden circlet before fading away. Now in full Magical Girl regalia, Tesni reached behind her ear for a toothpick, twirled it between her fingers and had it expand into her staff and slung it over her shoulders.

"Okay Magical Babies, focus or you'll get done in by gross little Pageless~! I'll tell you what; if you don't feel like fighting I promise I'll take care of them all for you. Keep in mind the more I have to take care of on my own, the less careful I can be with my attacks. So I hope you don't have a favourite restaurant nearby~!" Tesni's eyes were glimmering with excitement, this was a challenge. There was no fear in her grin, no change in her stride. Her eyes darted around, absorbing all she could about her surroundings and then she licked her lips. Suddenly there was a golden blur as she swung her staff down over head it expanding in length, as if she were simply chopping wood, right at the crowd of Pageless… and more importantly right where Roma stood. There was a ripping sound as it tore through the air, as if the natural physics of the world was struggling to account for her weapon the Ruyi Jingu Bang.

A line of thought so simple it was absurd led Tesni to this action; 'If Miss Enigmatic is an ally she will dodge. If she is not, either she will block and save her subordinates or a Pageless would protect her... and if this is enough to take her out, well what good would she be in a fight?' This basic deduction would only last for as long as this skirmish lasted, but it was important to determine if you were going to get stabbed in the back.

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Though Lucette's answer was decidedly more sensical, informed and intriguing than Wilhelmina's, both answers got an appreciative smile from the curious Nessie, as new information pieced together in her mind to finally give her a proper idea of what they were up against, and why they were up against it. The senior magical girl's story of her self-proclaimed 'most interesting encounter' also did not disappoint. The initial shock on Nessie's face, after realising their group leader was perhaps around a century older than her appearance suggested -whatever skin lotion Lucette was using, she needed it-, gradually creased more and more into a look of utter bewilderment across the redhead's countenance as the story was told.

"Holy shit..." Was all Nessie could manage, an exhale of a mutter in the silence after the tense conclusion of Lucette's recollection. After all that, of course, only more questions were uncovered in the process of her previous ones being answered, but those could wait. Maybe she'd even find out some answers herself today.

As though a response to her very thoughts, no sooner than when the group was ready to move on, did the clouds rolls like a jagged blanket to cover the once-blue sky. Now there was no need for Lucette to demonstrate the contrast between light and shadow. The shadow had come. And, for now, there was little light to be seen. Rain harshly showered over the city, darkening all that it touched and soaking any who would brave the storm unprotected. Though that was nothing compared to the intensity of the lightning strikes that pierced through cloud and tore into unseen locations, creating an ominous resonance that echoed through Nessie like a sinister alarm. It's not like she wasn't used to it, after all she was from Scotland for christ's sake, but something about lightning always felt... unnerving to her.

If that hadn't made her stomach drop though then what lurked above, shown only in brief flashes from forks of lightning around it, definitely did. A pair of giant, coin-like golden eyes staring down at them. At everyone in the city. The complete lack of spirit and emotion in them, their unflinching nature, made them about as far from being human as could possibly be. And so little doubt was left in Nessie's mind as to what exactly this creature was. But things were different now. She didn't have to run away or cower, and neither did she feel like it. In fact, if anything, she felt a certain sense of excitement. This wasn't just a chance to get to grips more with her powers, but it was also an opportunity to kick some ass with her comrades. There was something so exhilarating about that to the young Scot.

Closing her eyes, Nessie conjured the image of her grimoire and witch attire in her mind, focussing on it from a meditative angle and keeping completely still. As a light filled her mind's eye, the rain which poured down around her suddenly changed the direction of their streams, converging and spiralling around her, practically engulfing the girl, before bursting away to reveal her transformed state and outfit below. She stepped to her teammates' sides, broomstick materialising in her grip as she turned to each in turn with an enthusiastic grin, defiant of the presence of those looming eyes above them.

"So, where does this one rank in your 'most interesting Pageless' encounters then?"

She joshed Lucette, turning to her with a cheeky sideward glance.


[System]
Age: 251

Race: Oni

Appearance:

School: Sleeping Dragon/Awoken Heart

Fighting Style: The Sleeping Dragon teaches one to attack with deliberate and powerful strikes, cutting through man and machine like a wire through clay. The Awoken Heart focuses on an Oni's immense magical abilities, harnessing their Chi and empowering their Oni's body. Hokori uses a technique similar to Xing Yi Quan for his attacks.

Weaknesses: The Sleeping Dragon's fault comes in its lack of range, needing to be close to any good. Awoken Heart is reliant on Hokori's pool of available Chi, prolonged battles will weaken him.

Weapons: A katana forged by the Smiths Under the Mountain. Its blade glows with internal fire and sings as it cleaves through the air.

History: Hokori has never wanted anything more from life besides tobacco, alcohol, and a place to call home. At first he had none, instead he traveled the world in search of these things. His search brought him into contact with many people of many walks of life. The one that would become the most important would come at his fiftieth year on this land. His name was Hokori and he was a warrior.

At the beginning the two fought, but somehow during the battle a friendship blossomed and the two traveled together for several decades before Hokori the Swordsman decided to go home. Throughout their many years of friendship Hokori taught the Oni all he knew before his death, he was eighty one years old. On his death, the Oni took up his name and his duty as defender of the hidden Village.

And so it went, generation after generation Hokori stood vigil over the village until one day everything just disappeared in a landslide. The Mountain had betrayed them. Afterwards Hokori watched over the survivors until the elements, bandits, or beasts took them too. This period of his life left Hokori in a deep depression as he felt like he had failed his old friend. It took twenty years but Hokori accepted the tragedy as it was and came out stronger than he ever could without it.

Struck with wanderlust yet again, Hokori has spent the last decade traveling the lands once again in search of new purpose, alcohol, and tobacco.

My relation to...Seikatsu
Hokori has seen the young man fight before and wishes him the best for whatever life can throw his way.

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Lee walked down the gangway to the red ship. He didn't even know why he was even here right now. He did not need to go to the Secret Cove for anything about it. He knew that Boar would be there. He figured that they could have a real fight in front off all those people. They had just fought in a local market place. It had ended in a draw with enither of them being able to continue and not get caught by the guards.

When he got on he heard the two arguing with each other. He hated when anyone hurt someone else Lee saw red. He quickly moved and flipped over the dwarf and grabbed him. He quick threw him into the wall of the ship. He had learned that trick fighting Boar so fighting the Orc did have some perks. He looked at the vendor and gave her his best smile. "Hey beautiful. Name's Lee." He said laying it on thick. He was shameless. The girl had his full attention. "Did I mention I beat an Orc?" He boasted.

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Yin Hu watched the water closely. He didn't really have a choice.
Some people would say that he watched the water because cats had a natural hatred for the stuff. Others would claim that his instincts had taken over, and he was looking for fish. A third would claim to know for a fact that manbeasts loved to ride fast things such as ships, and stick their heads off the side and feel the wind. Ten they'd laugh and move along. They were all wrong, and Yin hoped that the trio was going to the tournament, and that he'd be lucky enough to see someone beat the snot out of them. It was very unlike Yin to be so vindictive, but he was in a special situation.
The reason why Yin was hanging over the railing was simply that he was horribly seasick. You couldn't tell for the fur, but he felt green and the whole world was rocking in a way that should never happen. To top it off it was Yin's first time on a ship, and if he had anything to say about it, it would also be his last. Master Gan Fang had insisted upon the ship, saying that last year they'd almost arrived too late, and they'd been attacked by bandits on the way.
Not that a few bandits posed a problem, most of them had simply picked up a sharp object and fancied themselves fighters… But arriving late was strictly against the master's character and so it could not happen again.

After feeding the fishes for a while, Yin felt certain that he could not possibly do so any more and pushed as hard as his muscles would allow in the wooden side of the boat. He'd wrapped his tail around a nearby rope for stability, but even by pulling as hard as he could manage, he could not lift himself up. His muscles were weaker than ever before and his belly, even though it was empty, felt like a big barrel about to tip over.

"What's the matter, can't handle the sea? Hahaha!"
The voice belonged to a crew member, a rotten kind of man that smelled strongly of sweat, dirt, alcohol and sea. You could easily tell the crew apart from the fighters on the ship. Martial artist over all took great pride in their abilities and wanted to make their school look good. By dressing up they gave the illusion that martial arts were indeed an art form, like painting or calligraphy… Not pummelling your opponent to death with blunt force or ripping joints out of their sockets by manipulating arms and legs. The men of the sea however could not care less. They dressed little better than in rags and some of them had obviously not cared enough about their appearance, or the noses of their passengers, to have a bath before they set out.
The crew man slapped Yin on the back with enough force to overpower the manbeast's already taxed muscles and sent him straight into the railing with a thud that almost knocked the wind out of him. Saliva gathered in his mouth again, just like it had before, when he was going to throw up, and only seconds later he could feel his stomach turning itself inside out.
The crew man walked away laughing. Off to tell the tale to his buddies, it would be a long trip...

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"Jeeoh-Jeeoh-Chee, Jeeoh-Jeeoh-Bah, Jeeoh-Jeeoh-Jeeoh, Shure-Shure-shure!"
Hanging off the back of the ship was a green monstrosity doing chin-ups to pass the time. He was forbidden from using a mast in fear he would break it or disrupt the ship but if he fell off the back into the sea would be no-one's loss. Slowly he clambered up over the back and looked out over everyone with a great smile, at least everyone hoped it was a smile and not just a ferocious under-bite.

He came down the stairs on the port side to see a catfolk returning its tuna to the sea. He offered a soft pat to its back and looked up when there was a commotion and there was Lee. Typical. For the moment the great lumbering beast got down low to the railingand watched what was happening like a child sneaking a peat at what he shouldn't see. Slow breathing took the fire out of his limbs as the soreness faded in minutes what should have taken hours to recover.

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The woman that Lee helped turned flush red. Upon closer inspection, Lee realizes that the woman is a human nearly triple his age. She smiles affectionately, flashing discolored teeth as she bows repeatedly. "Thank you kind sir!" A look of disappointment begins to show as she stares at all of her items scattered on the floor. "I would offer you a free meal on the house but as you can see, my wares have all gone to waste. Maybe there are other ways I can repay you?" She winked.

"Who did that!?" Tsubo the dwarf clambers onto his feet. Apparently the motion of Lee's throw was so sudden that the dwarf from The Shallow Step was caught completely unaware. Duang, the young human he had been arguing with, clapped his hands with a smug expression. "Ha! What display of balance, dwarf!" Duang points a finger at Lee, eying his appearance with a grin. "Looks like the Shallow Step is no challenge for a beggar!" Some martial artists laugh, while others silently anticipate what would happen next.

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A man in a loose garb was walking in the same direction as the crewman that had roughhoused Yin Hu. In his hands were two cups of warm tea, likely bought from one of the vendors. The crewman snickered. "Oh, that extra one for me? Thanks." Just as he attempts to swipe the cup from the man's hands, the crewman stops mid-stride, clutching at his stomach. It felt as though something had struck him right in the gut. The man with the cups of tea pauses, looking at the sailor as he begins to abruptly vomit off to the side of the boat. "Here." The man places one cup on the rail, giving two pats on the crewman's back with his free hand. "Do not be ashamed. Even the most seasoned men are folly to these ever shifting waters." And with that he left the sailor to his business.

He approached the manbeast. A large orc offered temporary comfort with a gentle pat on his back, then walked off to see what was going on at the main deck. The man placed his last cup of tea on the railing next to the manbeast. "This will help." He said, facing him. "You must be Master Gan Fang's new student? My name is Lu Fau."

[User] Near the bow of the ship sat an imposing figure wreathed in mystery. Most people hadn't seen an Oni before, in fact even the name was becoming little more than myth. However there one sat, the smell of kizami almost as thick as the clouds that surrounded his figure. As it stood, the Oni did not know much about this invitation, only that it asked for his presence. Having fulfilled a couple weeks stay in a mountain cave the lap of water and the lull of the rocking ship was a welcome change of pace. It didn't help the stares though, people always gave him the most peculiar ones when they walked by. In the end it was of little relevance and with a new pinch of kizami in his Kiseru before igniting it with a spark of Chi, taking a deep drag before exhaling slowly as Hokori sat in contemplative silence.


[System]
Age: 17

Personality: The pure embodiment of arrogance, entitlement, and narcissism. Guys want to be him and girls want to be with him. Very few are deemed worthy enough to be blessed by his presence though. Those that are must constantly bend over backwards to maintain his approval of them. Despite his horrid personality, many people can't help but like him. He is deft at using his superficial charm to cover up the darker aspects of his personality.

 His ability to use and manipulate people is widely known. He posses a strategic mind that could very well rival that of Alexander the Great, that's what his many private tutors say anyway. One of his favourite pastimes is setting people up for falls. Charles could very well be a great leader someday, if only he used his talents for good. That will never happen though, for he believes in maintaining the social and economic status quo, at all costs.

He is generally a dick to his friends, groupies, and hangers on. When Charles shows you an unexpected amount of kindness and friendliness, you best beware. The only people he would ever consider a friend and true equal are those who are as rich and as good looking as himself. Very, very few people in the world fit that criteria.

Biography: An only child born to a lawyer mother and an oil baron father, Charles Lancaster III has always led a privileged life. Spoiled rotten from a young age, he could never accept no for an answer.

From the age of three he has had a multitude of nannies and tutors, all completely devoted to him. Little Charles was a nightmare to deal with. The nannies could never get him to finish his vegetables nor stay in bed. The tutors could never get him to sit still for extended periods, let alone get him to pay attention to their lessons. Upon hearing that his money was going to waste, Devon Lancaster became furious yet determined. The very attitude that allowed him to maintain and grow his inherited fortune. Devon was going to make his son Charles a worthy Lancaster, at all costs.

And so Devon instilled within Charles a sense of pride. A sense of pride so great, that it would prove too much for little Charles to understand. At first it was great. Little Charles acted the part of the affluent and sophisticated boy. He did everything his nannies told him to do, even going so far as to learn the finer points of etiquette. Charles also started to really pay attention to his many tutors, studying and doing his homework as instructed. Everything was going as intended. Sadly though, as Charles grew older, his immense pride turned to arrogance and bitterness.

The anger and bitterness of Charles eventually led him to become a Royal, but that was a tale for another time.

ROYAL

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Corrine was sitting outside of the cafeteria on one of the steel benches. She eats her tea sandwich slowly as she reads a raunchy novel she took from her brother, Oliver. She laughs at the cliché plot; a vampire falls in love with a human, but their love is forbidden. The book is horrible but the lines of dialogue are hilarious! The sex scenes are awful and full of lewd and gross innuendoes to censor the sex scenes somewhat.

A rather large group of students walk back, conversing about a fight that nearly happened. Corrine decided to ignore them and continue reading her book. The longer she ignored the rambling, the louder everyone became. The unbearable noise was maddening! If only the world could stay quiet for just a little bit she could finish her book! She growled to herself, begging for everyone to disappear.

But of course, not all wishes come true.

She slammed her book shut, put everything away in her backpack, and marched over to the crowd for a good explanation for the commotion. She taps, rather violently, on the shoulder of someone who is much taller than her.

"Excuse me! Could you please tell me what's going on. I can't concentrate with all this racket!" Corrine pouts. She pushes up her reading glasses up on her nose and places a hand on her hip. Her book is tightly clenched in the other hand. Her face looks angry but she is one of the least intimidating people on the earth. She looks cute instead of threatening. Or at least somewhat scary.

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Charles felt a rather rapid and annoying tapping on his right shoulder. He turned around and saw an equally annoying girl behind him. Quite the little pocket rocket she was. This one seemed like a real troublemaker. Nobody in the school, save for Chet, was brazen enough to approach him like that.

"Excuse me but who are you?" asked Charles.

Before one of his sycophants could launch an insult Charles silenced him with a simple hand gesture. He wanted to know what this little person had to say for herself.

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Corrine could feel her face become hot. How rude! You can't answer a question with another question.

"Well, if you must know..." she starts. "My name is Corrine. I'm the new girl here. Today is my first day. Nice to meet you." She flashes a cute smile and continues her little rant. "It's too noisy here and I want to read my book in peace. But everybody keeps talking about the same thing. Something that happened on the football field, I believe. Could you tell me what happened? Pretty please?" Corrine asks.

This person didn't seem like a very warm or welcoming friend, but she'll take what she can get. He didn't give her the cold shoulder either, so he must be somewhat decent, right?

[Assistant]
Charles narrowed his eyes slightly. This girl was much more annoying than he thought. He really didn't like annoying people. Especially if they're as brazen as this. Though it seemed to Charles that this was the kinda girl who got herself into trouble on a regular basis. A possible pawn perhaps? If she's as wilful as she is ignorant then perhaps she very well may be. A little test was in order. Charles flashed his most charming smile.

"My name is Charles Lansaster III. Heir to the Lancaster oil fortune. You really must be new to this school if you don't know who I am. Pleased to make your acquaintance miss Corinne." he said.

He let his introduction sink in before continuing.

"Don't pay any mind to all that commotion. There were just a bunch of ruffians being as crass as ever. I'm sure you're savvy enough to not let yourself fall in with such a crowd." Charles commented. He flashed Corinne both a wink and a smile this time.

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"Well, now, you sound important. Pardon me for not knowing. Pleasure to meet you." She says. A sprinkle of sarcasm was hidden in her response. Corrine rolled her eyes at his words. So he was one of those types. One who thinks the world revolves around them and them alone.

"Oh, I know I shouldn't be getting into this stuff, but I would like to at least know what's going on. I hate being in the dark. It's fine if you don't want to tell me. I can take a hint. I'll just go elsewhere."

She brushes the subject off. Why did he have to be so difficult? He was just like Lenny, always sugar coating things that didn't need any sugar coating. If he won't be useful she'll just find someone else to ask. Someone who could give her a straight answer.

"Sorry for taking up your time. I didn't mean to bother you so much."

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As impudent as ever. Charles could respect that, but that didn't stop him from being annoyed. Who did this girl think she was anyway!? Though she did look familiar. Yes, he definitely recognised her now. A wicked smile spread across his face.

"Yes, I remember now. I've seen you around before little missy. By the tulip garden I believe." said Charles. The moment just before the predator catches his prey. He loved to savour those moments.

Before another word could be said, Chet swooped in and wrapped his right arm around Corinne.

"You must be mistaken Charles. This is Corinnes first day here at Salt Bay High. She's never been here before." he said.

"Oh really? You must be a really important girl miss Corinne. Being close friends with the most infamous band of ruffians in the school. How perhance did this sordid little arrangement come to be anyway?" Charles asked.

"Childhood friend, now if you'll excuse me Charles we have to go. We're in a hurry. Thanks pal." Chet said hurriedly.

"Hmm" Charles said to go himself. He watched closely as Chet carted Corinne off around the corner.

"Let's go, it's starting to smell around here. Charles said to his band of sycophants. They marched off as if they were a unit in the military.

"Are you out of your mind!?" Chet whispered loudly to Corinne,

"Do you have any idea who that guy was!?" he asked.

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What in the world just happened? she thought to herself. One minute she's talking to a rich boy named Charles and the next minute she gets dragged away by... who was this guy anyway? He doesn't look to familiar and what was this about childhood friends?

"He said his name was Charles. I was going to ask him what happened on the football field, but you dragged me away. Who are you anyway? I don't recognize you at all." She asks. An explanation was in order. He seemed very stressed as if she shouldn't have done something.

"Um... what's the big deal? Why are you so upset? I didn't hurt anyone, did I?"

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"Look, all you need to know is that if you want to have a social life, you shouldn't cross that guy." warned Chet.

"All I can say is that something big is gonna go down in this school. It would be safer to just lay low for a while, at least until the dust settles." Chet explained.

"So, you're the girl from literature class who's been stirring up my friends. Ya know Rolo is crazy about you right?" Chet asked.

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Corrine looks down at her shoes. Her first day of school and everything is already a mess. She couldn't help but feel like it was her fault. She nods and obeys what her peer had to offer. She didn't want to become an outcast just for saying 'hi' to someone.

After she somewhat tunes him out, one sentence seems to bring her back from her reverie. Her head perked up and cocked to the left, confused. What do you mean Rolo likes her? That can't be true!

"What? What are you even talking about? Rolo can't like me; he probably likes someone else. Someone prettier, maybe less bland than I am.

"Listen, I'm sorry for rustling everything up," she apologizes "But I have no idea what's even going on anymore. I'm just going to try my best to go about my day and pretend like nothing happened."

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"Well I don't know about that he he he. You didn't hear it from me but the big guy can be kinda shy, so he doesn't talk to girls very often. He has a soft spot for the sweet and innocent ones though. Rough breakup last year. Darn it I said too much. explained Chet.

"To tell ya the truth Corinne, nobody in this school knows what's going on anymore. That's why it's a good idea to lay low, at least for a little while." Chet explained again.

He hoped that he was being a good wingman for Rolo. Despite Switch and Divos skepticism, he believed it could work. The big guy deserved something nice every once in a while.

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Corrine blushes slightly. Oh dear, she thought to herself. I'd better watch what I say.

"Poor, Rolo. I didn't know. I feel really bad now..." she shakes her head and smiles. "Nope! You have to focus on positive things! Like, trying to fix what's going on little by little! And making everyone feel better!" she tries to brighten the mood, even if it's just a bit.

"I'm sure everything will work out in the end! It always does, right? I'm pretty sure we'll all laugh about this later!" She gives a fake laugh. This must be stressful for the gang. The school seems to take status very seriously. One minor flop could ruin you forever.

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"That's the spirit!" exclaimed Chet.

He released Corinne from his right arm then turned to face her directly.

"The name's Chet. Leader of the Salt Bay Turbos. You might've heard of us." he stated.

"I take it Rolo has invited you to our little shindig this Saturday?" Chet asked.

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Corrine nods enthusiastically.

"Oh, yes! He has! Oh dear, that's coming up fast isn't it? I can't wait to go! Although I'm not a very social person. I can't dance very well either."

She smiles sheepishly. No amount of dance lessons could ever teach her how to properly dance. She was hopeless.

"So, Chet, was it? Sorry for causing so much trouble between you guys. I didn't mean to. I feel like I've made a mess of things."

[Assistant]
"Nah it's nothin." Chet said cheerfully.

"And none of that stuff matters anyway. Just rock up, meet some cool people, then chill. Or you could, ya know." suggested Chet. The wink he gave Corinne made it plainly clear what he was suggesting.

"Now I gotta go check on the rest of my crew." Chet said as he backed away.

He then turned around and started walking away.

"Stay cool Corinne. And remember what I said." reminded Chet.

He put his hand up and waved without turning around. He then disappeared around the right hand corner.


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E I L E E N /// T E S S A

Personal Dossier

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Avatar
Ailanthus Altissima

Age
32

Gender
Female

Visage
Under a dark suit of magical armor is the small, frail frame of Ailanthus Altissima. Though she could have been her ideal self, her PARIAH appearance is (other than being free of blemishes) unremarkable, normal, and bland. That is how she sees herself. She appears slightly younger than she actually is because society reminds her constantly that she hasn't matured because she's not married and still plays games. Her glasses form a very core part of her identity and followed her into PARIAH. When out of armor, she wears a white robe that acts as a closest approximation to a lab coat. She has no desire to 'stay in-character' or preserve 'immersion' for others, intentionally commissioning crafters to make her scientific- and futuristic-looking gear.

Below is her face, 90% of the time:

Personality
Tessa is a single, middle-aged woman whose work- and social-life has her stressed to breaking point, causing her to indulge in escapist behavior with the aid of electronic media. In some circles, she might be called an 'otaku', which would be true; while others might call her a 'fujoshi', which would be technically incorrect. High-strung and irritable, Tessa has difficulty keeping her stress from flowing into her leisure activities, and is often accused of 'spoiling the mood'. Some question why she even plays games as she has a tendency to become frustrated easily, a trait that stems from performance anxiety.

Though Tessa has difficulty enjoying a game if things don't go her way, she is addicted to the rush of things going right. Despite her thorny and at-times belligerent behavior, Tessa has a deep sense of responsibility, a need to not only pull her own weight, but to go above and beyond. However, she not only holds herself to this level of perfectionism, she expects the same from anyone unfortunate enough to be her teammate.

Background
Urban China was all Eileen ever knew, from the robotic and highly-competitive educational system to the robotic and highly-competitive high-tech industrial work environment. She never stood out when it came to academic excellence, but she did stick her neck out just far enough to warrant being bullied and socially sabotaged by her peers. She went through life with jaded bitterness and social awkwardness.

She retreated daily to social media, illegally downloaded anime, manga, and games, becoming addicted to MMO's in particular. She was known as a rage gamer, logging on alone, joining teams of people she didn't know to participate in dungeons and other party activities. She even attempted forum RP once but only ended up arguing with others, pissing people off, and finally, rage-quitting for good.

Living in the high-tech center of ShenZhen, Eileen is an engineer in a bloated company that produces and sells cheap, barely-functional healthcare devices. Her life is a wreck and she was so caught up in securing her place in the world that her nearer relatives are now suddenly concerned that she will never get married and have kids. Her daily routine has not changed since school: wake up, wash up, commute, attend class/work, commute home, eat, leisure, sleep, repeat.

One day, the company's R&D division wanted to play with the idea of therapeutic VR, and got several PARIAH headsets for the researchers to toy around with. But due to lack of a perceivable market, the project was dropped and the headsets were put in permanent storage. Eileen asked to take one home and the lax inventory manager gave her the OK. She wasn't that interested in VR, but figured she'd give it a go. She figured that the worst that could happen was that she'd lose interest and leave it in a corner to gather dust, which it would have done anyways if she didn't take it.

Reputation
Ailanthus Altissima, the scientific name for a plant commonly called the 'tree of Heaven'. It is an invasive species with the ability to clone itself through its roots in a technique called 'suckering', and is, like the mythological hydra, difficult to exterminate. It is considered a noxious weed due to the foul-smelling odor it produces. The tree also resprouts vigorously when cut, making its eradication difficult and time-consuming. In many urban areas, it has acquired the derisive nicknames of "ghetto palm", "stink tree", and "tree of Hell".

No one knows, or cares, why Dr. Eileen Fang chose this name, and most refuse to say it in full, earning Eileen the nickname 'Tessa' from Altissima. Since logging on for the first time, Tessa has been like her namesake, invading parties and raising a stink. Her initial desire had been to party up and quest with others, but her belligerence always got in the way.

Eventually, she turned her focus to enchantments, seeing a need in the community for those who only had access to crafted gear to attain gear that could compete with rare drops. While her enchantments aren't that good, properly crafted and enchanted gear at least had a fighting chance against Rares and Epics, and sometimes, a fighting chance was all some adventurers needed. Tessa found her niche, but still needed to satisfy her urge to actually adventure, so she would take enchanting commissions, find out what materials she needed for her enchantments, and then demand the ones who commissioned her to take her with them when they went to farm said materials.

Due to forcing herself into parties in this way, Tessa adopted a flexible, albeit lazy, playstyle: a confusing, semi-immobile walking disaster area, essentially claiming a large portion of the battlefield as her own and manipulating the positions of her enemies, doing some status effects and some damage, while still survivable enough to hold her own.

Tessa has not achieved fame for her enchantments; she instead draws clients by under-sellng other enchanters, a practice that has gotten her in trouble with guilds on more than one occasion.Attributes & Additional Information

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Role
Control Mage

Affiliation
Queon

Profession
Enchanter

Weapon of Choice
Chains

Domain(s)
Metal
Auras

Benchmarks (Physical)
Exile's Burden: While Tessa has always veered towards the massive damage and control effects of mages, her poor gaming skills has had her lament her chosen characters' 'squishiness' on more than one occasion. As someone who is easily abandoned by her party members, Tessa decided, for survival reasons, to wear armor that is uncharacteristic of mages. This habit, combined with her tendency to hoard loot alone and overburden her backpack at the end of missions, has led to her being surprisingly strong at carrying heavy weight. On top of that, she has enchanted her armor to feel less heavy, allowing her to move freely in heavy armor despite being a mage who is otherwise not physically strong.

Tough It Out: Tessa has pretty severe body dysphoria and believes that the body is the slave of the mind. If the body fails to obey the mind, then the body must be punished/forced until it complies. In PARIAH, she is even more dissociated from her body because it's virtual. As such, she is much more willing to put herself in harms way or try to force her body beyond its limits, such as climbing and jumping over an impassable mountain because she doesn't want to walk around it (who hasn't tried to do this in a free-roam RPG?). This has given her an innate toughness, especially when it comes to taking blows.

Artisanal Precision: As an enchanter and a perfectionist, (and Gunpla aficionado) Tessa is good at working with minute, tiny details, whether it's inserting magical gems or carving runes. She can thus enhance equipment with high-quality enchantments thanks to her constant practice of the art, and is herself completely decked out in gear she has enchanted.

Paranoid Perception: Having been abandoned and betrayed by her party members on more than one occasion, Tessa is understandably paranoid. Because of this, she has a strong awareness of escape routes, dead ends, and good ambush spots. Initially her paranoia resulted in a million false alarms, but over time she began to recognize the signs better and better. This benchmark makes it very difficult to sneak up on her or ambush her and her party.

Cock Block: When she was younger, Tessa was very socially awkward (well, she still is), and had a tendency to get in people's way, literally and figuratively. As she matured(?), she actively learned a bit better where to stand and where to walk to provide the least resistance to the flow of foot traffic. But in games, and in PARIAH in particular, Tessa has learned to use what once was sheer cluelessness as a weapon. Identifying her opponents' goals and/or targets, Tessa knows to place herself squarely in between and actively body block them, using her natural tendency to be a hindrance and a physical barrier. To her enemies, she always seems to be in the wrong place at the wrong time.

Benchmarks (Mental)
Short Spell List: Tessa has restricted herself to learning only a small handful of spells, choosing to go for quality instead of quantity. As such, her familiarity with these spells runs deep, shortening her cast time, increasing the efficacy, and making it more difficult for the casting to be interrupted.

Synergistic Specialization: Tessa's main spell is telekinesis, which she applies mainly to her weapon of choice: chains. The chain links have been inscribed with runes that increase their ability to be controlled and increase their magical affinity. Most of her other spells are conducted through the chains: electricity and vibrations. She has learned how these different spell effects work with one another, allowing unique synergy and a combat style that her opponents are unfamiliar with.

Stacked Auras: Tessa also has a handful of aura spells (areas of effect centered on herself). She learned over time how to cast and maintain multiple auras simultaneously, some offensive, some defensive, making her playstyle come out: area control. This makes her a veritable bunker; difficult to approach and a safe haven for party members.

Spider's Web: Tessa's chains are usually laid out radiating from her in all directions for several meters. She has learned to be extra vigilant of what goes on in her zone of control and can differentiate friend from foe with spells that would otherwise be indiscriminate.

Kick 'Em While They're Down: Tessa doesn't get along easily with people and has been bullied for much of her life. She takes a sadistic pleasure in lashing out, in having the tables turned by becoming the bully. Delighting in 'kicking her enemies while they are down', she focused so many spells on downed, incapacitated, or otherwise helpless targets that she has developed an interesting trait: her spells do higher damage to and ignore the magic resistance of targets who have been affected by any negative state, whether slowed, taunted, rooted, frozen, stunned, etc.

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:: the streets of thorinn //  thorinn ::

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A couple of Rael's words whizzed past his head, but he got the gist of it. He had the bad habit of assuming most people on the internet were American, so it came as a mild surprise to remember that this wasn't the case with her. Otaku was a Japanese word, one that meant...

Um...

"Dreams, huh. Makes it sound like a pretty big deal." A pang of guilt hit him. The only reason he'd been able to play was because of his brother bending the rules at work. He knew Logan's friends pretty well from when they'd come over, shouting at the same game screen or gearing up to do the same at a LARP in real life. They'd all probably kill to get the chance to take part in something like this.

The feeling didn't last too long. An experience people used to only dream of kind of lost its bragging rights when death got involved.

"Trying to survive in a dream world with people from every part of the world. History books are gonna have fun with this," he chuckled.

[Assistant]
City of Thorinn

Daytime

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City Streets
Eaudenil blinked in confusion whilst the red-haired girl rambled of words that she, in German and English, had simply never heard before. Otaku? Oneironautics? Though Eaudenil had tried to make sense of what Rael spoke, it only made her more confused, and so she nodded, pretending she understood what the spearwoman had said.

"History books?" Eaudenil questioned. She had been so caught up with surviving from day-to-day that it hadn't occurred to her that they could be making history. The Sonnefelds had already made history once following a failed bank robbery that claimed her father's life, and now Eaudenil had been stuck in a video game that could claim her life for real. Surely their family name had to be cursed at this point.

"Well, I suppose we are making history right now." Eaudenil continued, trying to hide the tears she clearly wanted to cry. She couldn't show weakness in front of her newfound companions; not now, not ever.

If only Vati was here; he'd tell me everything will be alright in the end.

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Eileen Fang // Ailanthus Altissima (Tessa)
:: The Streets of Thorinn // Thorinn ::

Tiferet leaving the group once again did something that was seemingly impossible: it soured Tessa's mood further. Not that Tessa was blaming Tif or angry at her, but not having a healer (and a friend, though Tessa would never say it openly) around did make things harder. But business was business and they'd have to make do without their healer turned necromancer.

Rael, the restless redhead that she was, quickly pushed ahead and prompted the newbies to introduce themselves, but her manner of doing so left much to be desired. There was no point talking about who they were or what they wanted to do; what mattered was what they were with respect to their classes and builds and what they could do with them.

"Alright, casual fun-time is over," Tessa interrupted, clapping her hands to draw attention to herself, "Enough about dreams, tell us about your kits. I'm talking mechanics. Tank? DPS? Support? Heal bitch? Truth is, the three of us are all on the tanky side, which has been fortunate, given the circumstances, though I'm more of an 'armored mage'. My handle's Ailanthus Altissima, 'The Tree of Heaven', but people mostly just call me 'Tessa'. I refer to my playstyle as Gatekeeper or Oppressor. Basically, don't come near me or my party. I'm a walking disaster area and apply almost all of my spells through auras, with a focus on disabling opponents with damage and some light support. I can shield, but I can't heal, so one of you better be a healer. Also, this is a 'for business' run. I spec'd hard into enchantment crafting, and people are going nuts for survivability enchantments right now. But higher-tier materials won't farm themselves and no one has the balls to go out for them, making this a lucrative gig with little-to-no competition, as long as you're strong enough to keep up."

Now she waited to hear them explain their styles so she could try to consider their future strategies and formations.


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Age: 18
Specialty: Hired muscle - originally in America on a protective basis, Dana relishes a good fight, be it at staking distance, the length of a blade, or from down the barrel of a gun. Outside of combat, she takes on the role of fashion police, often serving as an unwanted and caustic guide to fashion.
Bio: The girl who would adopt the identity of Dana Griese began life under quite a different name, halfway across the world in the Hyōgo Prefecture capital of Kobe. Her parents were affluent members of society in a country suffering under the weight of a dozen societal problems - with a tech magnate for a father and a mother who had earned herself a safe career as a fixer at a law firm that had been heavily associated with the hometown Yamaguchi-gumi going back to the Japan bubble of the 1980s, Kawaguchi was all but guaranteed a life of privilege in Japan's sixth-largest city.

But the prospect of a safe, privileged life quite understandably failed to appeal to a young girl whose family dabbled in the cutthroat worlds of business and mob law. From a young age, Dana was impulsive and outspoken in a conservative, staid Japanese culture, traits which quickly earned the charismatic rich girl a hushed reputation as a delinquent in the making. Eager to avoid the pitfalls of having a little street fighter or gangster of their own for a daughter, Kawaguchi's parents directed her towards various interests, a few of which stuck - rhythm games, fostering a childhood passion for dance, were one such hobby that the competitive Kawaguchi adopted with vigor. More seriously, the young girl took an interest in high fashion, and even found herself pursuing several brief jobs on both ends of a fashion photographer's camera. It seemed that she had found her calling until one fateful ride home on a late-night shuttle.

What began as a mere surprised annoyance - saying Japanese men's penchant for harassment on board a subway was an issue would be putting it mildly - when Kawaguchi felt herself being groped quickly grew serious when she turned around to swat at her attacker. The young girl, not exactly a weakling, found herself tossed halfway across the shuttle for her trouble, and barely managed to scramble out of the car and into the familiar streets of Kobe. She found herself pursued for several blocks before managing to hide among some of the port city's fish crates, breaking off large, irregular chunks of wood to defend herself in lieu of any weapons. Regaining her courage, Kawaguchi leaped onto her demonic assailant's back as it passed, doing her damnedest to bludgeon its head into a pulp with her fishy-scented improvised weaponry with negligible effects. She landed the kill, but it was ignonimous and accidental; the creature had reached up behind it and thrown Kawaguchi off its shoulders, and when she rose up to whirl around and regain her bearings she had accidentally speared it through its heart with the ugly, jagged end of a plank.

After enjoying a few nights of recovery and therapeutic Dance Dance Revolution, Kawaguchi decided that whatever had attacked her had been demonic in nature - and that it was, in turn, dispatching such evil creatures who would prey on young girls was in the nature of a champion. Her mother's Yakuza contacts, of all people, were the bearers of her first partial answers in the realm of the occult and demonology, and with the information her mother helped her glean she grew into an able, if not exactly finessed, vampire killer around the Prefecture over the course of her time as a first-year and second-year student. She even ended up getting the hang of wielding a stake, although she preferred the more universally fatal method of a sweeping decapitation over piercing the vampire's heart.

However, through all of this, Kawaguchi's restless streak never dulled, and as her quarry grew sparse around Kobe she began to realize that these creatures, and perhaps worse, lurked elsewhere in the world, untamed, without champions such as herself to spell their end. Any requests to leave behind the doldrums of her school career were rebuffed coolly by her mother until after her seventeenth birthday, when she took an absence from school (not a rare occurrence in her life) on her mother's insistence (which was much more rare) to meet with her mother at her law firm. To Kawaguchi's surprise - and, soon, to her glee - her mother informed her that she was being entrusted with a very special assignment, one that could not be trusted to some simple mob grunt or a lesser fixer with a law degree.

Kawaguchi would be serving as a glorified bodyguard for some eerie pale-skinned quasi-foreigner, who had fallen afoul of some sort of supernatural chicanery of a type which Kawaguchi knew nothing of and cared even less for. What mattered was that this odd creature was a ticket across the ocean, to the United States, and that fulfilling her mother's wishes and protecting her would surely result in meeting newer and more disgusting monsters to dispatch. She accepted the chance given to her greedily, and the two girls departed for America for a quiet location named Washington, Missouri, where a fresh pair of identities as Victoria Cross and Dana Griese awaited them. Her initial nonchalance and ambivalence towards her charge quickly gave way to piqued interest when it appeared that "Victoria" possessed some demonology acumen of her own, and she accepted her guard duty with even more zeal than she had before in the hopes of accompanying her ward on some of her hunts.

Sure enough, in the eighteen months since they had left Kobe for Washington (a town which, to much confusion and consternation on Dana's part, had no monuments, history, boutiques or undead Senators) Victoria Cross proved herself to be quite the weirdness magnet, joining up with a group of other American misfits in an attempt to protect the town and its citizens from all sorts of vampires, demons, and other oddities.

And, in keeping with both of her life's primary directives, the artist formerly known as Kawaguchi was alongside her young mistress for every hunt.

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It looked like the self-elected alpha male of woodshop class was about to start squeezing Adam like a tube of toothpaste until he suddenly whirled around and stared over his left shoulder, as if someone had tapped him. Except, there was no one there.

A momentary look of confusion – closely followed by annoyance – crossed his face before he turned back, opening his mouth to start harping in again about whatever stupid thing he'd decided to take on the warpath that day – and then he turned again, this time to his right, looking as baffled as a dog that was playing "Hunt The Fart". This time he let go of Adam and turned around 180 degrees as if expecting someone would be standing there.

But no one was, so he just looked kind of crazy.

Once more he attempted to turn back before immediately spinning around again, fists clenched. "Cut it out!" he yelled into empty space before following up with a short yelping "Ow!" and putting his hand to the side of head as if someone had just smacked him there. "It's not funny!"

Except it really was, and more than a few others had taken notice. Particularly the three girls who sat in a little group behind him, who started tittering behind their hands. That seemed to take the wind out of his sails in a spectacular manner, for what common classroom bully could withstand the force of girls laughter? "'M just joking..." Chad muttered before slinking back towards his seat in a poor attempt to play it cool.

All through this, Danny wasn't doing anything except staring at the "Make America Great Again" poster that still hung behind the woodshop teacher's desk, chin propped up on one hand. Calm. Unaffected. If Chad had been closer, he might have heard the refrain that Danny hummed under his breath, a nonsense line from a childhood rhyme: 'Little Bunny Foo-Foo, I don't wanna see you scooping up the fieldmice and boppin' 'em on the head...'

But then again, Chad wasn't the brightest penny in the purse and probably wouldn't have thought anything of it even if he had.

Instead the Axe-scented bully turned on his heels, pointing towards Adam in a faintly accusatory manner. "I'll be seeing you later, Avery." It probably would have sounded more threatening if he hadn't been spinning around like a whirligig a few moments prior, but you had to give him props for trying.

"Oh, jeez," Danny's eyes moved over towards Casey, a slight half-smirk on his lips. "I do wonder whatever could have upset him so?" Even if Casey hadn't known exactly what it was, the flat and sarcastic tone would have clued him in. Casey, unlike Chad, was fully capable of putting two and two together and coming up with 'Lol'.

Without stopping to look at the vacant desk beside him, Danny hooked a skinny leg around the chair and pulled it out, an open invitation for Adam to sit there if he wanted to. "Sit your ass down, doofus." Okay, maybe not so much of an 'invitation', per sey. "No flash photography, Peter Parker. Blaine's got one of his migraines." He jerked his head in Emy's direction and added in a lower tone, "This is Emy Vance. She's a perfectly normal and very nice person." A brief pause, as his eyes moved to meet hers. "Just like us."

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Casey sat in an awkward silence for what seemed like an eternity. He has fairly certain he hadn't said anything overly awkward but the extended silence had him worried. He was relieved when she finally took the pen from him and offered a proper introduction. It was nice to finally know the name of the woman who had saved their collective asses. He noted that she at least seemed interested enough in the lot of them to listen in, at least for a moment, for their meeting in the library, as well as interest enough to remember their names. Another plus was she seemed to have some sense of humor, she'd seemed very intense when they saw her the other night so it was good to see she had a friendlier side to her as well.

"Nice to meet you, Emy." He said watching her fiddle with the pen and then fill out the worksheet. He noticed the glare of Chad Johnson who seemed pretty peeved that he was currently talking to Emy and Casey took that second to pretend to wind up a jack in the box with one hand before flipping him the bird with the other. Normally he might feel compelled to warn her about Chad but seeing as how she could take out a couple dozen vampires like it was nothing Casey was pretty sure Chad was biting off more than he could ever chew this time.

"Well anyone willing to let me copy some busy work is true hero in my book. I've failed this class before, me and that saw over there are old…nemesises… nemesi, I broke it last year. Anyway, I guess we're all okay, a little banged up but no more than usual. I'm guessing the others don't see it this way but if it was us they were after, I guess what I'd really feel was proud, means we're making bigger ripples in this pond than I ever thought we were capable of. It kind of feels like success, like we've leveled up." Casey said as he quickly copied Emy's worksheet.

Casey gave a nod to Blaine as he headed over to them and while he finished up his worksheet Blaine passed Emy a note. "What? I think it's obvious we were using Emy to get these worksheets done. You know kind of like the same reason I hang around with you, so I can copy your work." He joked in response to Blaine's comment about them hitting on the new girl. He watched as Blaine's pupils dilated and it was clear he was having one of his weird energy vision thing. He was curious about what he was seeing but before he even had a chance to ask Adam walked in. Since when did Adam work for the school paper? It didn't really sound like Adam but there he was in woodshop with a camera. It was only moments after Adam walked in that Chad was trying to start something.

Casey used every ounce of his self-control to keep from laughing as Danny clear fucked with Chad. He looked like a complete moron yelling at someone who wasn't there and looking around completely bewildered. Once the trio of girls behind them started giggling at Chad, Casey couldn't hold his own laughter back any longer. Danny's sarcasm about the situation only made it funnier. "Man, I love it when you Carrie people like that." It was good see the situation solved peacefully as well as to have the class laughing at Chad. "How's your head?" He asked Blaine once the room had settled down some.

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"Probably with good reason," Dana conceded with a shrug. Like a kitten, she batted at the punching bag that Victoria had cold clocked and felt the creaking of weak chains, an inch from snapping loose; old moorings in an old gym creaked unsteadily. The Japanese girl's eyebrows raised up, matching a grin that looked faintly aroused at the prospect of being on the other end of one of those punches. "But you are a grouch. Very grumpy. You don't trust many things."

Dana stood on the other end of Victoria's new punching bag, assuming the same taunting position she had before. At this point, she was wiling down the minutes until lunch more than anything; she already had heard or pieced together many of her best friend's reasons for disliking this Slayer. Some of them even made a lot of sense to Dana. But the damage was already done, in her opinion - she was in their town, knew their faces and who they were, and she clearly wasn't going away as long as there were vampires around or this librarian to gas her up on her own heaven-sent modus operandi.

They'd have to learn to live with her, at the very least, if not work together as it seemed Casey and the librarian wanted them to do. Dana was fine with another girl on the roster, even if she knew why Victoria wasn't. There were billions of girls in the world. Any of them that weren't vampires were a-okay with Dana - as long as they were tough.

Honestly, it was like no one else understood that she wouldn't even be able to get off on the fight unless the Slayer was tough...

"Gotta see if someone's a weirdo first," Dana continued with a shrug, climbing up atop the punching bag and straddling its sides, so that her weight slowed down the swings that Victoria's blows threw it into. She'd need to put more effort into her punches if she wanted to budge a fourth-generation warrior like Dana. "Before deciding if they're evil. Or psycho. Fighting weirdos is the best way to determine their...their...weirdness."

Her stomach growled, cementing her course of action in her head.

"She's eating lunch with me. So we can see for ourselves. Don't worry. You worry waaaaaaay too much. I'll do all the talking."

Dana beamed.

"Charm offensive? That's the word? Yes?"


[System]
Age: 18

Appearance: Completely androgynous. Olive skinned (from her mother) and green eyes (from her father). She's 5' 5'' and has the lean physique of a runner due to her profession; the more mail she distributes, the more money she makes. Has short, messy brown hair which she keeps under a dark gray cap, and often wears simple trousers, a tunic, and hardy boots.

Occupation: Mail Runner

Personality: Generally quiet and hyper sensitive to her environment, but is coarse and foul mouthed to those she becomes comfortable with, mainly due to how she grew up mingling with street urchins. Because of this, she can be slightly off putting to those she meets, but doesn't mind. A true introvert, she likes to spend time alone or with a few group of people she enjoys being around.

She's resilient and well composed, having been put through many physically and mentally challenging situations in her life.

She has a quick wit and an even faster reflex, but lacks in people skills and academic strength. She's good at transactional relationships when you first meet her but has difficulty bonding with people beyond that. Has a keen sense of wanderlust, which she attributes to her father, but is much more careful than he.

History: Robin was raised in the poorer part of the city with her aunt and cousin after her father left to pursue riches in the east with the promise of "making our dreams come true! I'll be back!" Robin's father is a French traveling merchant who has always chased his dreams, despite having no record of success or measure of cautiousness. It was that lack of restraint that led him to marry her mother, a gypsy he encountered while traveling. With time and the disillusionment towards the romanticism of settling down with a family, the two parents agreed to split and leave Robin with her father's aunt, a stern and austere innkeeper.

Her aunt took baby Robin in, familiar with her brother's whimsical nature, and raised Robin as if she was her own--with unwaivable sternness. Her father has visited a few times, always with tales of foreign lands. Both Robin and her cousin, whom she grew up with, were put to work in the inn since day one. Robin never liked the monotonous work that seemed to bear little benefit to the family business, so when she was 8, she found other work as a mail runner and heaved the inn work on her cousin. She found that she could make more money as a runner the better she got, and could help support her family that way.

She befriended the other mail runners, who were often older street rats of various ages with impressive knowledge about the streets, and grew up with a family away from home who took her in as their own. Her hat was a gift from her "mentor" when she finally beat him at a race across the city. The nooks and crannies of the city became familiar, and the street urchins her teachers, and her feet. Family and running are the most precious things to her.

Items Held: A single Flower (received from Eveline, the lantern.

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From what short time he was in this forest Talan had learned much of its nature. This place was more than just a gathering of trees and other plant life. In truth that would be a rather dull understanding of it for in truth the forest seemed to be alive. A single massive organism reacting to outside stimulus, to survive here one had to be careful not to trigger a potentially fatal response from the forest.

After crafting his spear Talan went to river and collected a good amount of mud in his hands. Smearing it allover hisbody he intended to form a type of camouflage incase he would stumble upon unfriendly entities. "Food and shelter", were his only thoughts as he traveled further down the river. The entire time watching his peripheral vision incase he was being followed, it was not long before he stumbled upon a structure in the forest. It was unlike anything the tribe had back home but from a guess it appeared to be a housing unit. Talan was tempted for a moment to enter but was quickly reminded of the dangers of this forest. So far he had never known the wilds to produce illusions such as this but he was wary. Instead he decided to wait and see, if there was anything signalling danger he'd move on but until then he'd set up camp not too far but a safe distance away.

Looking around for resources was not an issue as the forest was quite dense in vegetation. The broken twigs and scattered stones were perfect for firemaking and after finding a spot near the river he placed his supplies in a heap. First was fire; it would keep him warm, cook food, and ward off predators. After setting up the rocks in a circular pattern he places the twigs and branches within the circle making sure they would not cause a fire the likes of the one he recently escaped. The fireplace was ready but the hard part was next, actually getting the fire. It took more than a few tries and a bit of cursing but Talan managed to get a small fire burning. Unsatisfied with the results he went and gathered larger twigs to add to the pile and eventually the small flame grew into a proper fire.

When it came to building shelter Talan came upon an obstacle. Should he build his shelter on the ground or in the nearby tree. The tree would offer him security from grounded predators but at the cost of being less comfortable. The ground, while being the more reliable source of a good night's sleep left him vulnerable if anything approached his campsite while he slept. Favoring security, Talan began to place large leaves on a particularly large branch of a tree nearby. With the future bed matted down he wove a string from the fibers of the various plants nearby to secure him to the tree while he slept.

The bed was made, the campfire set, and all that remained was a source of food. As he was unfamiliar with the berries in the area Talan opted fruits out of his diet as they could be poisonous. Perhaps there were fish in the river? He didn't see any at first but perhaps they were scared off and went further down river? If that was the case he'd have to leave the camp and travel a good distance downstream if that were the case. At the time it seemed his only real option was to hunt the area. After scouting the perimeter of the camp Talan was satisfied with its safety and headed out to hunt, but before doing so he memorized the area and key landmarks so he would not become lost while out hunting.

[Assistant]
Anise jolted awake and cried out "Tyaelaem!" The princess looked around nervously. She could feel she was laying against something rough. When she touched it she found out it was a building of some sort. She used the wall to stand herself up. She then felt around to try and find her nightstick, but to no avail now that it was laying somewhere in these abominable woods. Her hands then went to the belt that held the sword around her waist, and she found that the sword was where it should be and relaxed a little bit.

Where was Tyaelaem? What knocked her out? How much time had gone by? Then a pain spiked in her stomach as she heard a loud growl come from it. Food. She needed food. She walked along the wall of the building and as she rounded the corner to face the front of the building she saw light from a lamp, but not like any of the special lamps like the one she saw when she first arrived, or from any of the others.

She walked along the wall until she made it to the front of the building and cautiously approached the door. She stopped at the door when she heard a voice that she hadn't heard before. A female voice. From what Anise could tell, the person talking was trying to get someone else to leave. She cracked the door open just enough so she could peek through and see if they were dangerous like the old man that told her there was no escape. She then saw the food on the table and burst through the door and rushed to the table. She stood in a position at the table so she could get out quickly and grabbed a chunk of bread and chomped right down on it. She grabbed a pitcher of water and took a deep drink right out of it. She glanced at the others in the room, they had been the first girls she had ever seen since she came to forest.

She glowered at them cautiously. They didn't seem like they had been in this forest for long, and this definitely wasn't their home. "So, who are you and what are your goals?" She wanted to know if they'd be dangerous or not.

[User]
Simon had no clue where he was going and now that it was dark outside he had found it even more difficult to find his way around without having the full benefits of sight since he was without his glasses. He was hoping that he would fair out better in the morning with the 'sun' full overhead. Given the amount of messed up things that happened and he had been told he wasn't completely sure it was a sun, maybe it was just a giant flashlight. Who honestly knew. He hadn't had much time to look around before the 'sun' had set since when he came to the 'sun' was pretty much set however he did manage to find a cave inside of a giant stone wall. Probably the one the wall that the waterfall that he could just make out since he assumed it was a little bit further down the wall.

For the night he was content since he had a place to sleep that was semi-enclosed which was a small bonus. As he was laying on the cold, hard ground he would hear his stomach growl extremely loudly. Being in a cave didn't help any since it only amplified the sound even more. The moment after his stomach growled the frog that he picked up and had taken with him had made noise since he had acquired him. *Croak, Croak* The frog was right in front of him, staring right at Simon, not breaking contact with him. Simon crawled towards the frog and looked it in the face and made a single croak noise back to the frog. Simon had fallen asleep shortly afterwards.

[Assistant]
The night proved to be Talan's biggest adversary. Hunting at night was no easy task and even with the moonlight softly illuminating the sky the forest ground was still pitch black. This was what Talan feared most, not being able to see what could possibly be right next to him. His memories of the blood rats scurrying out from the underbrush caused him to check his feet often for fear of having them be bitten by something venomous. "This forest is trying my patience!", he thought as he stalked the woods. At one point the idea of putting on the wolf mask came to the forefront of his thoughts but Talan pushed it back. He didn't want to use the mask until it was absolutely necessary.

It took some time and more effort on Talan's part to tread the forest silently but eventually he managed to catch a rabbit. He tied the legs together with the plant fibers and slung the carcass over his shoulder before continuing on. That was when he stumbled upon the cave. "Most likely a predatory animal dwells there. Don't want to intrude if it's awake", Talan was just about to retreat when he heard a stomach growl. The sound was loud and most likely belonged to a large animal, perhaps a jaguar? "It's hungry!, Talan knew that a hungry animal would go out to hunt if that was the case it was too late for him to run as it was probably going to leave the cave any second now. To the hunter's surprise nothing exited the dwelling. Talan stood up slightly puzzled but slowly crouched his way closer to the cave mouth. "If it's asleep I can sneak up on it and kill it. That would mean food, and a potential threat removed from my territory", it didn't take long for Talan to decide and he slowly inched his way closer and closer into the cave until he was a few feet away from the creature. When he was ready Talan sprung up and aimed his spear down towards the beast but instead of striking the body he stopped himself. "It's....human?", Talan was somewhat relieved that he wasn't going to have to fight a jaguar but the fact still remained that he didnt know who this was. He pressed his spear point to the individual's neck and spoke, "Move and you die".

[User]
Simon was having an amazing dream, he was eating a giant piece of pit roasted animal he couldn't really make out what kind it was but whatever it was tasted phenomenal. He had never eaten such amazing food in all of his life. While he was eating he felt a random sharp pain in the back of his neck, when he brought up his free hand to rub the back of his back there was nothing there. Just pain. When he was about to continue to eat he looked down to see what he had left and when he was bringing it to his mouth the piece of meat formed a mouth saying the following words; "Move and you die". What a weird thing for a piece of meat to say, well I guess anything it said would have been weird since cooked meat well ... shouldn't talk.

 Simon woke up from his dream and since he had an amazing dream of succulent meat his stomach let out a loud, very audible growl. After he could take his mind off of his stomach he felt the same pain in the same spot of his neck. Since the pain was the same he feared that soon he would hear a voice calling out the same phrase that the meat spoke to him but nothing came. He strained his ears to see if he could hear a voice momentarily but instead he thought he heard what he thought was breathing however he couldn't be sure since he was drawing in breath also. Simon for a brief moment held his breath to see if he could hear any besides his own, and he could very slow controlled breathing right behind him. Simons heart started racing, he wasn't going to hear someone say repeat what the venison had said. The person behind him was the one that spoke it during his dream.

 Simon decided that he didn't want to die in a unfamiliar cave lying on the ground, in the dark with no glasses on unable to see his predator. Given this cray forest who knows what could be behind him, it could be a miniature sized person with a rapier or a syringe. Anything was possible at the moment since he didn't hear the voice of his captor. He figured that he would obey the order and not move but speak instead. "Please don't kill me, I got lost after it became dark. I will leave your land upon first days light.

[Assistant]
She sat hunched over, chewing slowly with her eyes trained on the wooden table. Robin paid little attention as MC burst in the room and urged her to leave; the food was too warm, the drink was too soothing, and her mind was too full to react quickly.

She reached for the loaf of bread to her right, as MC stood behind her, tense and ready to flee. As her fingers brushed the crust of the bread, it disappeared. Robin blinked and snapped back to attention, watching the young girl who she had seen at the clearing scarf down the loaf and take a swig of the pitcher. Crumbs flew and hit Robin in the face as she watched incredulously, regaining lucidity. How could she have been so inattentive?

Robin leapt to her feet and put a hand on MC's shoulder, nodding gratefully.

Unsettled by her lack of attention, Robin wanted to leave the copy of her home as quickly as possible. As she looked at the girl, she knew that she would be no threat and patted MC on the shoulder before heading out of the building. Any longer in the place so similar to home, Robin would have become nauseous.

She stood outside and walked back to the riverbank, where she could observe the building and decided to wait briefly for MC, and thought about her next plan of action.


[System]
Age: 21

Gender: Female

Appearance:

Abilities:
Luna is one of the strongest warriors from her family. Part of that comes from her unwavering training in her youth and part is from an inherited power in her lineage. Long ago, a dying Elder Beast made her family, so long as they were honorable warriors, inherit the remnants of her strength throughout their line. It was an Elder Beast of Light and Honor, or so the stories told. Out of her two elder brothers, her and a younger brother and sister, it appeared as though she were the one to inherit most of the generations power though the family's heir was close behind her.

For that, she is able to use a variety of Light based Magics. Healing and creating weapons from that light based magic, hence the family name, as well coating her weapon with light energy to strengthen it (though this can become taxing). She also can create damaging beams of light from her hands that damage opponents. Among other things, of course.

In addition to her family's boon from an Elder Beast, there were stories that far before the Lightswords were even called such, they had mixings with giants and have a very small amount of giant blood in their veins. There isn't much to it. They have a small affinity for the giant's relation to fire which gives them a resistance to the cold. Luna won't be jumping in a freezing ocean but she can more easily resist the cold winds of the north. Their strength is also increased a small bit thanks to their giant ancestors.

History:
A long time ago, to the cold north, the Lightsword family was not known as such. It was a clan of warriors with no such name. Then one day, Lucilia, an Elder Beast, took them under her wing. She saw their honor in combat and taught them and blessed them with her power. From that day, the clan was blessed with Light Magic. They fought with Lucilia for years until one day, she lost in battle and was put on her death bed. As she lay, she told the clan that they would continue to receive her blessing in their lineage so long as they stayed honorable warriors. The clan wholeheartedly agreed and had their entire line blessed and given the name, Lightsword. So the story goes, skipping over a couple of specifics. Still, Lunalel goes by this story, proud of it. If one asked her to recite the tale, no matter how many times, she definitely wouldn't mind sharing it. She could recite the majority of the tale perfectly since even before she could hold a blade properly though that was earlier than a normal child, given the family's heritage. And when she could hold the blade, she trained with it the rest of her life, becoming one of the best swordsmen or women of her generation in Lightsword territory. After a time, she went on active patrols with the soldiers. They would patrol the land and made sure that there was no threat of robbers, brigands, bandits, monsters and many other things. From there she received a reputation of being fairly well liked among the soldiers for a couple of things. They trusted her strength and endurance, such as when she made every grown man seem like a small child when she won a drinking contest against some of the best!

In recent days, Lunalel was with a number of soldiers in a small patrol. While on patrol, they were beset by a large pack of feral, starving beasts. While they would be able to slay a number of the beasts on their own, there were too many of them as they were being surrounded. Some beasts lunged and were quickly dispatched by the squad as they started to back up trying to not get fully surrounded and soon they made a break for it. They knew the location of a chokepoint nearby so they could prevent being surrounded on all sides.

As they retreated, the beasts were on their heels trying to maul or bite them only to receive spear thrusts or sword swipes. One soldier was about to be pounced on by the beast! Quickly, Luna aimed her hand at the oncoming beast and shot it with a beam of light powerful enough to kill it's frail being. Soon, the group arrived in a cave, as defensible as one could get against beasts like this. They set up a position ready to strike down any beast that enters. Soon, a pile of haggard and starving corpses lay at their feet but there was no sign of them stopping. They wondered what could possibly push such beasts to attack without regard but there was little time to discuss it before they had to defend themselves. Soon, however, a loud crackle was heard outside the cave and a figure appeared before them…

The figure, a woman, then asked them if they belong to the Lightsword house, to which of course, Lunalel smiled and admitted that she was the first daughter of Lord Lightsword before thanking her for saving them. From there, she led the woman to the castle. Where she introduced the woman and reported the attack. The woman needed to talk to her father about something and he dismissed everyone in attendance aside his Heir. Sometime later that day, her Father came to her and told her that she had a month to get ready for she had somewhere to go for him.

Anything else:
-Has a High Tolerance for Alcohol. Particularly likes the taste of mead.
-Her family has her mother and father (though apparently she takes more after her father), her two elder brothers, a younger brother and a younger sister and many extended relatives aside.
-Insists others call her Luna, rather than Lunalel, if they're friends.
-Gets flustered if a woman starts to hit on her.

[User]
Fio had finally located the Queen and Luna, only to be hit by the strong scent of alcohol. She most certainly wasn't fond of the odor, given her enmity towards alcohol in general. Her disappointment only increased when she came to understand just what was going on.

There was going to be no serious discussions happening now, and in all honesty the Sword Witch really would prefer not to be around her Highness when she was almost certainly drunk.

Unfortunately, even given the difference of sobriety between them, there was no denying that Fio was inferior in terms of physical capabilities.

No matter how she attempted to flee when she realized that the Queen had spotted her, her fate was a forgone conclusion.

The royal embrace was something that could be thought of fondly, as a show of affection towards the loyal, those who proved themselves as true comrades and knights of royalty.

In this moment, however, Fio could not have wished to be further from it.

The petite girl give a frantic yell of "Stooop!" before she was abruptly restrained, her face buried in the intoxicated Queen's chest.

No matter how she attempted to speak, she knew now there was no way anyone was going to hear anything but muffled cries for help. And perhaps mercy.

Both would be ideal.

No to mention how utterly embarrassing this position was to begin with. Why did Queen Sorcha have to do something like this? Flustered(and perhaps experiencing no small amount of jealousy), the petite witch squirmed frantically in a bid to try and escape.

Alas, there would be no escape.

Luna's words were hardly of any comfort. If anything, they managed to make the situation considerably worse.

@Rune_Alchemist

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@Crimson Paladin@Cu Chulainn

Reinhardt listened intently to the words of the two children; slowly nodding as he came to understand their situation.

From the sound of it-- Elnith had indeed been to this village previously, even managing to stave off the 'midnight-skinned Fomorian' during one of it's attacks. Further, if the little girl's description of the creature was to be believed...

This wasn't a Fomorian.

It was a dragon.

Or at least something similar to such a beast; the likes of which hadn't been seen since the King's old hunts of glory... Especially not the black-scaled kind.

Regardless of whether or not the creature in question was the genuine article-- there was something that needed confirmation. Kneeling down as Ethelred asked his questions first; Reinhardt carved something into the ground with the tip of his finger before looking back to the little girl.

"You mentioned a glowing orange crest on the creature's chest. Did it look like this?

[User]
Location:
Redwater Point
Mid-Morning

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Chulainn@Guy0fV4lor@Crimson Paladin

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"She left town right after helping us." The brother said with a somewhat worried expression. "She said something about Harzel knights looking for her…" He shook his head. "I don't know why, she was really nice! E-even…if she was kind of scary when she was fighting that thing…"

"U-uhm, now that you mention it…I think…it had wings? On its front legs…I think they sort of folded together when it was walking…?" The sister replied, watching as Reinhardt would draw a familiar looking marking into the ground, causing the girls brow to furrow in thought. "I…I think so? But…nnhn, only the very top of the crest I think? I didn't…really get a good look at it."

Well, that was odd, but it likely would confirm something for the party. This was no Fomorian at all based on the information provided.

"Uhm…we can lead you all to the village we live in now I guess…" The brother glanced to the ground. "W-we'll be passing through the same forest Miss Elnith went through, I think! She might still be there…but we might also run into some Harzel knights…"

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Location:
Southern Giants Rest
Early Night

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@Pyromania99

"Ahaha, sober my ass!" She'd laugh. "You look more drunk then Sig-Reinhardt did, ahaha…" She'd cough, chuckling in a mildly embarrassed manner before quickly downing another mug. "And please, I'll buy you as many mugs as you want!" She'd toss the mug off to the side, causing it to clang off the wall behind as she'd motion for another.

"What say you, Fio? Come on, come on, it'll be fine! You got a late start so you'll totally win!" The Queen was definitely more than a little drunk it seemed, though she wasn't slowing down with the alcohol a bit. The queens grip on Fio would finally relax just enough for her to not be smothered in her chest, though, but she would unfortunately find herself then being leaned on by the queen as she'd toss an arm around her shoulder in a jovial manner, wrapping around her waist where her hand would instead, end up grabbing Fio's chest.

"...your queen is about as difficult to handle as you were, sister." Leo would chuckle off to the side, though he'd quickly look away from Luna's gaze immediately after saying it.

[Assistant]
Niall had no idea who this Tuatha was nor this Cecilia for that mattered, but he did not let it deter him from her goal. There seemed like very little choices were realistically opened to Niall. He could not cut him loose from those chains, and nothing useful was around the room neither. With the information the captive gave him, Niall made his way to the door leading into the room the Formorian entered and peeked in.

If he was lucky, the Axe might be somewhere he could be able to pick it up and somehow, with it, allow the Tuatha to free himself if he was to be believed. If the Axe was indeed left laying on a table or against a wall, Niall would attempt to stealthily grab it and bring it back to the prisoner. If otherwise it was on this female formorian, well... he would need to possibly knock her out, too, if such a thing was feasible. If she proved too much of a threat, Niall was still confidant enough in his own abilities and magic to be able to get away safely. He just...could not abandon the Tuatha to it's fate. His oath to the Queen made it so, if not other choices were left, he would abandon the captive to save his life so he could uphold said oath - but not before every options were depleted.

With his options in mind, Niall peeked in the room, ready to act.

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@Crimson Paladin@Cu Chulainn

The knight rubbed his chin in contemplation for a quiet moment before rising to his feet; dusting his hands as he'd deliberately scuff away what he'd etched in the dirt with his heel.

"Based on what you've described--" Reinhardt began, sighing quietly as he began his assessment. "I'm confident what you saw was a type of Dragon... A Wyvern, specifically. Which is; fortunately, the 'weakest' of their kin."

Motioning for the children to follow him, Elias would move toward his horse; continuing his assertions as he'd adjust the saddle for a shorter rider, "That said, Wyverns only tend to show up in the vicinity of a much stronger dragon... Which means that even if its a similar case to the Cyclops we fought back in Redwater Point, its unlikely to be alone."

"The two of you can ride on my horse while we take you two back to the village you're staying in. If we find Elnith on the way there that'll be all the better. Should we run into any Harzel knights, they have little business trying to stop us now that we know the culprit behind these attacks is a dragon. Which begs the question..."

Reinhardt's gaze swiveled to their Elven tag along, "It may not be a Fomorian like we'd originally thought, but would you still be willing to lend your aid to this hunt Sir Elf?"

[Assistant]
Luna gave a dirty look at Leo at a certain comment he may have made at her expense. The woman sighed before looking at her Queen and the small woman that she was trying to get to join the game. "You say I'm drunk, but you're looking pretty smashed yourself, Your Majesty." Luna snickered. Much like Queen Sorcha, Luna wasn't taking it easy with the Alcohol either. "I think you're looking a little worse off than I am." The Knightess proudly said, chugging some more.

Luna for her part, seemed rather fine except for the quick reddening of her face. "Now, are you going to keep groping poor Miss Fio there or are you going to drink?" Luna smirked again, teasing both Fio and the Queen for the woman's poor hand placement. "Not that it matters much to me I suppose, since I'm not the one Fio is going to get mad at for it." Luna was definitely drunk. Her typical careful word choosing was seemingly gone. Hell, Leo probably knew what would happen if she got too much more drunk. It wouldn't affect many of anyone in the room except the women.