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Age: 20

Gender: Male

Race: Human

Appearance: Standing at about 5'9" tall, Tiral has a fairly average build for his age, which is kind of strange considering how he's perpetually surrounded by the other Iron Rose Knights who seem to be much sturdier than he. His light brown hair is cut short, but has found a way of remaining a shaggy mess that barely avoids his eyes, even while he is wearing armor. More often than not, though, Tiral opts to avoid the usage of any large plate armor or metal armor, instead only wearing stronger equipment over his vitals and leaving the rest under regular leather garb. His sword will often times be sheathed at his side, ready for combat at a moment's notice.

Personality: Tiral is... Actually fairly deliberate for a knight, if not somewhat bored by the peace of everyday life. His journeys at a young age meant he was already able to experience life in the real world, and since then the dusty old libraries that the mages hold in such high regard have been... Well, fairly dull. This doesn't mean that he isn't devoted to his work, but rather that he does not wish to learn anything unless he finds it interesting. Even so, his patience when it comes to such things is unparalleled. Or maybe it's just the fact that he can slap some ice onto people's mouths when he's trying to focus. That too.

Brief Backstory: Having been orphaned a young age due to an illness that wiped out the rest of his village, Tiral was taken in by a priestess of Mayon who was moving with a group of travelers to bring aid to those in need. Though he was never explicitly religious, he greatly appreciated the efforts put forth to save his life, even then. As he grew up alongside these people, the priestess soon found that Tiral had an aptitude for magic. With a recommendation from her (and the goading of those around her), Tiral went off to the capital to further his studies of magic. Sadly, the monotonous life of a studying magician was not quite what the then-young boy had expected of magic.

It was then that he heard of the Iron Rose Knights, whose feats were oft recorded in the books he was forced to pore over. Deciding that the life of a knight was much more entertaining than the life of a magical scholar, Tiral packed up his things once more and went to join the order. Learning the sword came about as easily as magic did to him, but the combination of the two (and his somewhat strange insistence on learning both at once) made him particularly noteworthy among that year's recruits. Since then, Tiral has been honing his abilities, both magical and physical.

Equipment: Other than his rather 'unique' set of armor, Tiral wields a shortsword and a small ceremonial dagger. While the sword is standard-issue, the dagger is mainly used as a catalyst for some of Tiral's larger spells. It may be used as a glorified kitchen knife, but he'd probably never stand for that. More often than not, this dagger is tucked away in his shirt or under his breastplate, but it never leaves his person.

Skills: Contrary to many of his peers, Tiral has chosen not to solely specialize in the way of the blade; rather than just being proficient with his shortsword, Tiral is also proficient in the usage of magic in combat. This magic, focusing mainly on the manipulation on water and ice, has become particularly noteworthy for those who are particularly religious. He, quite frankly, just sees it as sort of a coincidence; his specialty being water does not mean that anything was pre-ordained by the gods.
Probably.

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Fleuri Jodeau
As Klaus rushed in, Fleuri danced around, tightly gripping the massive wooden sword he had chosen. He was taken aback by Tyaethe's lack of armor- her childlike appearance was perplexing to say the least, but he knew better than to underestimate an opponent from their appearance.

His goal was to both get some room to swing his weapon and to flank Tyaethe- he and Klaus would be most effective if they attacked the paladin from different angles. Even in the likely event that she had seen and dealt with it before in her centuries of service, it would still be more effective than attacking directly alongside Klaus. Tyaethe's lack of armor would likely make her much quicker and more agile than with it, but the lack of weight would also work against her- physical strength was limited by one's ability to leverage it, and if struck by a great enough force, the waifish paladin would go flying off her feet all the same.

[Assistant]
Sir Tyaethe Radistirin

The white-haired paladin's frown deepened. Fleuri wasn't being anywhere near aggressive enough for her liking--leaving Klaus to attack unsupported gave her too many opportunities to reduce it to one on one and earn victory that way. She'd have to force him in, even if that meant effectively ignoring Klaus for an instant. They both had to get involved.

The thrust missed, going over the head of its target as she dropped into a low stance and sprang forwards, looking for all the world like she'd been shot out of a catapult. Her target: a scything cut meant to take Fleuri's legs out from beneath him, with a secondary goal of repositioning the paladin so that the knight stood between her and Klaus. She had mobility in her favour here and had to use it; letting herself get caught in a pincer trap would be difficult if she couldn't beat one of them immediately.

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Lilianna Belwiss

If the captain didn't want her maids to get punished--and it really was their fault, the rest of them had just gotten back from the trek--there wasn't much that she could do. "Well, if that's the case, then I'll see you down at breakfast. But first... Vivien, you should apologise for waking her up like that."

For a second it seemed that the girl wouldn't say anything, but, sullenly... "Sorry, Auntie..."

@Crimson Paladin

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Klaus
Klaus wouldn't let her guard down when such an opening is presented, especially when facing a superior opponent. If I can't beat someone in strength, I will compete with techniques. She made the resolve to herself to refine the lethality of her cuts by the end of her training, in such a way where each and every one of her slashes kill. She knows better than anyone that her current incomplete form will definitely fail her someday. So, this is as far as talent goes, I need to build a proper style with my own hands, before the unresolved war bites me back.

Klaus took the second step towards Tyaethe almost immediately. At the same time the Paladin swung towards Fleuri, Klaus sent down her sword with one strong flick of her wrist. She doesn't have to raise her sword too much due to Tyaethe's lower stance. And this time, that slash is much more smooth & polished, with less wasted movements as compared to before. Her sword seemed alive for a moment, as if it has a will to slice the Paladin into two. She is far from mastering her sword, but she shows a subtle sign of getting there.

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Fleuri Jodeau

Fleuri had anticipated an attack from Tyaethe but had not foreseen the lightning speed of it. He attempted to backstep away from the blow, but his dodge was only partially successful- the paladin's blow landed on one of his legs with surprising force, knocking him off-balance. The knight managed- just barely- to avoid falling on his back, but was left vulnerable as he scrambled to regain his footing. At this point he knew that Tyaethe had a clear shot at him, and he would be unable to properly defend.

Fortunately, Klaus had no intention of giving Tyaethe an opportunity to fell the unbalanced Fleuri, and rushed in to attack the paladin. He wasn't sure if Klaus was trying to help him or if she simply saw an opportunity, but he was grateful regardless. It was something of a weakness in Fleuri's technique that he struggled to rely upon and support others in combat- in the tournaments, there could be only one winner, and the enemy of your enemy was merely a problem to be dealt with further down the road. In the Iron Rose Knights, he would have to shed this attitude, and unlearn some of what he had become accustomed to when fighting.

I suppose there's no time to start doing so like the present.

As soon as he regained his bearings, he tightened his grip on his sword and took a step forward, swinging the large wooden weapon in a horizontal arc towards Tyaethe. If nothing else it'd hopefully prevent her from countering Klaus' blow.

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"Well, I can't have a bunch of books and papers lying around in the middle of the walkway; someone'd bound to step on them, and I'd rather not see precious documents wasted. Even so..." Tiral trailed off, pausing for a moment at the maid's blatant lapse in judgement when choosing her words to describe the apparent guest. It took a few moments for him to realize what she had meant by 'massive rack', but when he did, the mage turned away and took a deep breath. Breathing out heavily though his nose, the young man massaged his forehead before picking up another book to add to a stack... Or so it seemed.

"The commander really needs to train her maids more—or, at the very least, hire ones that aren't completely incompetent when it comes to social cues," he thought to himself as he chopped the maid on the head with the book he had just picked up.
"Manners. I should have hoped the Captain's maids would be less frivolous when it came to things like important guests, especially when judging them solely on body alone. Being so lax in such matters will only bring us more problems in the future. In any case, I shall aid in bringing them over. It might do me some good to discuss the recent events with someone who isn't trying to pin all the blame on me... Or someone who isn't completely clueless, I might add," he concluded, picking up whatever documents that were left on the floor and bringing himself to his feet.

"Well, where is she waiting? I would think you've already been made late by the fact that you were likely tottering around even before you crashed into me, and I would hate to keep her occupied any longer."

[Assistant]
"I will talk to my maids wh-ah?"

The little girl was rather sullenly apologizing to her. After a moment, well... Fanilly obviously wasn't going to be angry with her after that. Smiling warmly, the blonde girl knelt down in front of Vivien and raised her hand in order to gently pat her on the head. "It's fine, Vivien. I don't think I would have woken up any time soon without you. Perhaps you should be the new head maid?"

Almost immediately Fanilly felt uncertain if that was actually an amusing comment or simply a strange thing to say. She hoped for the former as she rose to her feet. Hopefully, she had not missed anything important in the time she slept in. At the very least, she was certain that she had not missed breakfast. Given breakfast was waffles and bacon today, this was of course a good thing.

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"Ow!"

The sound came out in something of a squeak when the book collided with Alaree's head. She immediately placed both hands on top of the point of impact, wincing. Before she could ask what that was for(even though it should have been obvious), however, Tiral immediately cute her off with his own explanation and complaints. By the end, Alaree was simply left pouting. Why not describe the mage by using her most notable features?! but regardless, she gathered up the remaining books, and swiftly lead the mage knight to the location of the guest...

When they arrived, it was likely Tiral really would recognize the mage.

Bethany smiled.

"Ah, hello, Sir Tiral," she began. For the moment she seemed more confident, at least.

Daze@PKMNB0Y

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Sir Tyaethe Radistirin

Good, they were starting to work together--but a far cry from pinning her down with this sort of style, which is what they had to do. So long as the paladin wasn't surrounded, then she was confident that she would remain undefeated. On the flip side, if engaged from both sides with no armour and no bladed weapon to simply split the opponent... well, that would be game over. But for now, their first effort had gone awry; Fleuri's stumbling delayed a co-ordinated response and Klaus had yet to take into account that the wielder was moving even more than her blade, relocating to beyond the pair and using her hefty sword as a shield to shove away Fleuri's attack.

That she was now sporting a wide grin would not be any consolation when the deflection was followed up with an arcing slash that would get the both of them if they came close--and, frustratingly for anyone used to serious fighting, still manage to include a small flip backwards to gather herself even more breathing room.

@Crimson Paladin

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Lilianna Belwiss

"... oh!"

The grey-heared woman took her leave of the captain and made her way to breakfast, pausing to hand her daughter over to Abigail--excitedly talking about becoming Fanilly's new head made. As much as she would have wanted to play right now, they had a guest over and it was her duty to retain a proper air in public. Moreover, given their guest had come from the court... it was best to be ready in case there was some task or other that had been prepared for them.

[Assistant]
Klaus
Klaus had her eye on Tyaethe, even after her attack was evaded. She was focused to her opponent, not showing any sign of letting down her guard. Right after the backflip which marks the end of the second exchange, Klaus lowered her sword, her tip pointing the direction of the opponent knee as she approaches the Paladin, positioning herself just one step before her sword reach.

Encroaching in, Klaus unlowered her sword slowly but steadily, her stance, posture and her grasp of her sword is firm & solid in such a way where she is ready to attack any time. She didn't rush into attacking at this moment, but instead she had her sword stancing for the center line, to threaten Tyaethe's position and give an invitation for the Paladin to attack. Also, not rushing in recklessly would give the time needed for Fleuri to prepare too, for a better coordinated attack.

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"Ah, yes, Ms. Bethany. It has been a while. I presume you're faring well?" Tiral asked, responding to the Court Mage's greeting with one of his own before casually bringing the books that he had in hand to her side. "It's rare that the Court Mage would come here, especially considering recent events. But, well..."

The mage trailed off as he glanced a bit more closely at the books he had in hand, and with a quick glance backwards to confirm that the books in the hands of the maid were of a similar topic, sighed.

"...I assume you've been looking into these matters too, then? Well, I would pry further, but I've already got enough chains on me with the College dumping all their fault onto me right now. If you need any help, please, feel free to ask."

The subject matter... Angroron. Having dealt with the fallout regarding the shard was enough, and to be quite frank, the young man could do without having to stare into the abyss every waking moment of his life. But at this point, there wasn't any feasible way he could avoid the topic any more.

Damn old men and their incessant habits of prying into things not meant to be tampered with.


[System]
Age: 44.

Appearance: Subtly waning. Innocent retains a head of dark hair, dark eyes and a good height for an adult, but his scalp is beginning to show through and a growing hunch in his back wears down his tallness while his eyes accumulate red mazes. Well veined, sundried skin tell of a long life outdoors. Half a beard populates his jaw. A dull tunic, dusty straw hat, and duller, dustier trousers provide his daily modesty, held together with a rope belt.

Occupation: Beekeeper in a dale just south of Flidais, a temperate, grassy city perched between foothills. Innocent gets by with few visits to Flidais, selling honey, beeswax, animal feed and carvings to whoever might pass his cabin on the way and buying necessities from travelling merchants and nearby farmsfolk. Innocent plays a simple flute, carved and tuned by his own design, but does so poorly.

Personality: Gentle enough to be called kind, but this trait is bred more from meek complacency than empathic feelings. Sidwell is a highly submissive individual, asking little from others and rarely questioning them or the services they require of him unless he feels personally threatened. Although he means only to live and let live, these traits may see him being labelled by some as a sycophant, and by most as a coward. Innocent is religious on his own terms. Terrified of death and hell, he believes that if he avoids human confrontation and keeps his world small and modest, he will avoid sin and be blessed by God, an attitude which has seen him safe thusfar.

History: Innocent Sidwell was born in Flidais and, the youngest son to a mother of eight, was sent to the hill monastery even sooner than most novices. Sidwell entered monasticism as a child already conditioned to avoid the fierce competition of his elder siblings and live in modesty. Although this kept him in the favour of the prior, Innocent's ways changed as he matured. While his earlier compliance was forced by the pressure of his environment, he was now in a community wherein passiveness was self-motivated, and repressed adventurousness began to emerge. The prior tolerated Sidwell's growing cheek for a time, granted that he performed his duties and did not leave the monastery. He was expelled when finally caught in an act of homosexual conduct with another novice. The prior was shocked and betrayed and threatened both Innocent and the other novice with public exposure as they were punished and cast away, but his old love for Sidwell kept him from making true this threat, unknown to Sidwell, who that day was cursed with a terrible fear of exposure, of sin, and of living any less than a pious, modest, and celibate existence.

Fleeing south on foot, Innocent found work as a farmhand for a time before he apprenticed under his predecessor beekeeper of the valley, and has made this his living for three decades.

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MAP ROOM

The massive man had awoken, and massive he was. She'd seen taller people before, but none with the kind of presence he had, the kind that filled up the room. Moss felt her throat close up when he looked at her, and only gripped the hammer tighter when he told her to lower it. Like hell she was going to drop it; it didn't matter if the heavy-voiced man was God himself, she'd found it and it seemed to be a pretty damn goo tool for not getting the shit beaten out of her.

The blowing of the wind caught her attention, and the choking smell of the sea filled the room if only for a moment before dissipating away. The salt practically blinded her, and she had to rub the thick air from her eyes as well as hold her nose. What an awful smell, the sea. So much salt and grime, filled with the piss and shit of a million fish and other god-only-knows horrors.

Then the other girl woke up. Moss didn't know what to think of her, she looked young, but...frillier than any of the other kid-folk she'd seen. Then again the bespectacled man was more or less just as surprising. Then of course there was the freak, but that was its own field entirely, and damned if she was gonna mess with it.

The girl opened her mouth, and suddenly Moss's surprise turned, once again, to confusion. TamTam? Who the fuck was TamTam? Was she speaking the same language as the freak? She understood moving to the door well enough, though.

"Ay!" Moss snapped, watching the girl. "Are you outcha god'm mind? We can't just go out there, what if the fokers who put us in here are out there?"

It seemed however, that she was outnumbered in her opinion. The girl was gone and with her the lumberjack. Well, either they'd die first, or they'd get lucky, but Moss wasn't going to bank much on the latter. Not with that oddity of a girl around, anyway.

[Assistant]
Engine Room

Suichi listened as the two of them responded and then went on to have their own conversation. He found himself to be very puzzled about Connor who spoke of the New World as if it were still a commonly used phrase. Either the man was very committed to his cosplay or he actually believed he was from the colonial days. He had heard about the book as his wife read it quite a bit. She certainly liked American literature, so Suichi took the time and effort to make sure she had new copies of books every so often. He decided it wasn't prudent to speak and simply listened as he waited for a response from the speaker.

Then he noticed a fourth person had woken up with them leaving the fifth one still unconscious. This newly awakened person reacted quite seriously out of fear. He understood. All of them were strangers and it was hard to know who could be trusted. He had a lot of faith in humanity though having seen a lot of good things happen through hard times.

Suichi walked up to the newly awakened woman and knelt just within reach of her with a warm smile on his face. "I'm Suichiro Hamani, you may call me Suichi if you'd like. You're safe with us. We only just woke up as well. What's your name?" He remained calm and friendly. If they were going to get out of here they'd need to work together.

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Observatory

Christopher had heard some stirring behind him but decided to pay no attention since he was paying complete attention to the bookcase that he had been inspecting. He couldn't believe what kind of preparation and maintenance would have to be done to keep this wood looking this nice. Especially in a environment that was as harsh as this, having being surrounded by all this strong salt air would case some sort of slightly rapid deterioration if not treated properly. However this was not the case for this bookcase. It was such a shame that such a beautiful bookcase was housing such disgraceful looking books, something this beautiful should have more than one new book in it. It should contain nothing but new books to complement it.

It wasn't until he heard conversing behind him that he decided to give his attention to the other occupants of the room since he was likely going to have a better conversation with two conscious humans as opposed to four unconscious. He also could tell by listening to what he could understand through broken dialect and tough to understand accents that they were in the same predicament that he was, stuck at this unknown location with no clue of how they got here. Christopher had turned around to observe the two conscious people and it was the short Egyptian female and bearded male wearing what looked like an apiarist outfit while two others still occupied their space on the bark floor.
Just before he decided to speak the young male with headphones awoke and looked as shocked and confused, especially after looking down at his phone. He felt a slight bit better knowing that they were all in the same boat together. The only one who was still out was the young female with orange hair.

"Hello my name is Christopher, unfortunately I don't have any more answers than any of you. I assume alike you all I have awoken on the same bark floor unfamiliar with any memory after going to sleep. I assure you I would have loved to wake up in my own bed"

[Assistant]
Observatory

The Egyptian frowned in confusion when the man with his back up against the pillar in the middle of the room knelt and started blathering in Latin. It took her a momnt to mentally change gears from Aramaic to the Roman tongue, and Zosime thought she must have missed something important in what he was saying. Something about debtors?

"Conantes dicere quid?" What are you trying to say? Zosime asked, raising one hand to rub at the side of her head. She was a little surprised to hear the man speak Latin - she'd pegged him for an Israelite. Well, she didn't meet all that many Romans, there were probably some scruffy looking ones from the western edges of the Empire, where the Celts and Gauls and all sorts of other barbarians lived.

He said something else then, which sounded kind of like Latin but well, more like he wasn't saying all the letters, and the vowels were much more nasal than she was used to. She didn't like the sound of it. But, even though the words sounded unfamiliar to her, she was somehow certain that she could understand them. At least she knew his name now.

"Mortui non sumus, Innocent," Zosime said flatly. We aren't dead, Innocent. They couldn't be dead; she could clearly feel herself, physically connected to her body as she should have been. Her ka had not detached; she knew that she was not facing neter-khetet. This was not the underworld through which Amun-Ra sailed each night. The more she interacted with the old man, the more the Egyptian came to believe that far from being her captor, he was a frightened idiot.

Zosime started to open her mouth to try to explain why they couldn't be dead, when one of the remaining sleepers awakened. He spoke an even less comprehensible language, like something she had once heard a captive Teuton shout. Like the pseudo-latin, she felt strangely certain that she could understand this young man's words, even though she knew the sounds coming out of his mouth were unintelligible.

She took a deep, calming breath and shakily forced it back out. It seemed like everyone here was going to be just as confused as she was. The scribe certainly didn't trust them, and she wasn't at all comfortable with the situation, but was suddenly sure that if she didn't stiffen her spine and take charge, no-one was going to.

The man at the shelves picked that time to turn around and introduce himself, somewhat deflating her sense of self importance. He seemed pretty calm. And he seemed to be speaking that Teutonic-sounding language as well; she was increasingly suspicious that this whole abduction was a Roman plot of some kind.

"Salutem, Christopher," Hello, Christopher, she said, deciding to stick with latin. At least one person there seemed to speak it. The Teutonic men might too, for that matter, if they couldn't understand her mysteriously like she could them. "I don't know where we are, or why. It looks like we are all equally confused here. If we are going to get any answers, we will probably need to stick together. My name is Zosime." She looked around the room, taking in the strange furnishings, living wood and unidentifiable metal contrivances. "Does anyone have any idea what any of these things are?"

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Observatory.
"Conantes dicere quid?" More fluent than his own words, and a reassuringly human sentiment. Some tension released by the change of tongue and tone, Sidwell listened closely.

The confused foreigner in finery, whom he had decided to establish as a woman, was plainly lying or self-deceived, or perhaps even a pagan. Saint John had been shown the dead rising from their tombs at the end of days, and Thomas Didymus had put his finger in the wounds of the risen Christ; So surely Innocent could be yet dead while he feels his heart pump and his chest shift. Or if not dead, in some state of having died. I am in Purgatory, he concluded with ultimate confidence. This place is my Judgement.

A third stranger arose, mumbling. The boy. To Sidwell's immense relief, his first action was very familiar. "Benedico te," he mumbled, waving a hand in blessing underneath the marked man's stoic but polite introduction in a blend of sounds not entirely dissimilar to what Innocent's precious few Anglish visitors spoke. Christopher- A good name, a very good name, although his arms remained his most distracting feature. Was the man diseased, or cursed? Yet still a small oddity in the land of the dead.

The hairless woman's name was Zosime. By her own confession, she too had no answer to their surroundings, but was vigorously intent on finding them. Sidwell already had the only answer he needed to be satisfied, but the notion to stay grouped was a good and obvious one. He stepped a little closer to the metal device, noticing the rock in the floor and the strange, salty tang in the air that he had missed. "...Credo fiunt ex aere," I suppose they are made of brass, he offered in innocent helplessness, uncertain of the Latin phrasing. His world was too small to know much about anything here except the books.


[System]
Age: 16

Gender: Female

Personality:

Beneath innocent grey eyes lies a cunning, smart, and rather blunt girl. She can look at a person and size them up, wondering what weak points they would have and where. But besides that, she's a pretty okay friend, and will often want to join in on pranks on other classmates.

Though she is intelligent and makes good grades, she has two things that brings her grades a bit lower than average; laziness and procrastination. She usually sleeps in class when the assignments are being handed out, and at least every teacher at her old schools would yell at her to wake up during class. Despite all the trouble she causes with sleeping in, she seems to always have her projects done and an A or B on every quiz and test.

She will either be seen with friends or just reading a book, and occasionally playing with small animals by moving their arms and legs and seeing how they react; it is her way of playing with them. Rarely, you can see her experimenting on things such as electronics, animals, and possibly bombs.

During certain times of the year, she will be in a bad mood and become sarcastic and mean the whole time she is interacting with people. She will sass anyone on her nerves, and seems to be a flaming ball of drama queen on that dark day.

Background:

Meg grew up in a fairly stable household, with a loving mother and a working father. She and her father would look at the stars and point out which planet or star it was: "Star Number 239 seems a bit dimmer than usual; it might die soon." Her mother would try to teach her cooking and the such to prepare her for a husband, but Meg always forgot the ingredients and a smoke bomb would go off in the kitchen.

This all suddenly came to an end when they got divorced. It was so sudden, so strange, so… unnatural. Even at a young age, Meg knew her parents still deeply loved each other. But why did they break up? To this very day she still wonders why.

Her father began working very late and had less time to spend with her. She concocted a plan to spend time with him by reading his textbooks with him and helping him with projects. He once taught her how to make a bomb. Thinking back to it now, Meg was never suspicious as to why her father was learning about bombs or humans or such.

Meg came home one day from middle school to an empty house. No trace was left of her father in that home. He had taken everything he loved and ran away from the memories of the house she stood in. Her grandmother took care of her from then on.

Her grandmother, Yesda, was a strict woman, and tried shaping Meg into a fine young lady like her mother and Yesda herself. This failed when Meg learned the ways of procrastination and being lazy, which made her less and less feminine each day.

Finally, Yesda gave up and sent her to Kosei, knowing all too well about her granddaughter's Quirk. She said, and I quote, "This place will probably teach her a thing or two about being responsible and becoming a hero like her grandfather."

Quirk Info

Class: Mutant

Name: Supernatural Sight

Info: The Quirk of seeing through objects has been passed down from her mother's side of the family since the very beginning. Since her mother had the ability to see through electronics to find out what they were made of and how she would disable them, and her father could see very clearly miles ahead of him no matter what, the two Quirks were mixed and it came out as seeing things far ahead and seeing through objects. She usually use this to her advantage in a fight when fire or smoke is involved, and this is always great when trying to disarm an enemy or disable an electronic.

Talents/Other Info:

1. Meg is good at hiding animals in her clothing to play with for later. She plays with them when she is not sleeping in class.

2. Occasionally she will build tiny robots to scare her friends and spy on her acquaintances.

3. Leaving your phone with her is unwise; she'll break it accidentally or forget it in a store or even her room, then sigh and say it's too much trouble to get now.

4. She likes video games fairly well, but doesn't play too often. She gets a ton of inspiration from games that involve robots, cool armor, and guns. She is definitely up for watching some friend of hers play.

5. She likes to draw cartoons of herself and her friends; it fills up her time and keeps her from boredom. She shows the images to her friends and makes extra cash on kids who want a story along with them. Whether the stories are true or not are up to her.

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Tula Kealoha

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There were numerous excusable reasons why somebody would be late to class. Sick, Injured, unexpected villain situation on the way to school.. but this morning, Tula had the absolute inexcusable excuse as to why she was late. She slept past her alarm.

"Ugh I'm late! So very late!" Tula muttered as she scurried across campus after having just arrived. If she was ever going to make her case for being Class Rep, this was definitely not the way to go about it and failure here was not an option. Her parents were both class reps and they were expecting their daughter to be one, too. There would have to be some later political schmoozing on her part with some of her classmates in order to better make her case that she is the candidate to represent them.

Tula must have been only a few minutes late by the time she reached the classroom but her heart dropped the moment she peaked inside, not seeing a soul present. Her hand immediately went up and smacked her forehead, sighing in slight frustration. They had already left for the practice field. Her absence was likely noted already. Now, she was definitely playing from behind.

There was no time to spare, especially if they were going to start the Quirk assessment test soon. She tossed her bag into the room and kicked off her shoes, wiggling her webbed toes as they got a chance to breath. She turned and closed the door, stretching out in a position like riding an imaginary surf board. Then suddenly, water blasted out from elbows, tibia region, and back propelling her forward as she used a slower release of water under her feet to hydroplane across the ground. The result was she was much faster than if she were to sprint.

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She was quick to catch up with her classmates, adding a stylized flourish when she was close enough to the back of the group by spinning once to a satisfying stop. Her maneuver was so smooth but there was a chance nobody noticed it aside from a nervous looking white-haired kid hovering around the back of the group. In fact, he was likely in the splash zone a bit. "Whew. Just made it. Tula said to herself, but it was meant for the kid to hear. She caught up and walked alongside the kid, leaning slightly next to him, "Hey, don't tell anyone I'm this late. It'll be our little secret, okay?" she whispered with a friendly wink.

Tula returned to normal posture, walking alongside the kid for a moment before trying to strike up more of a conversation. "So do you think you are ready for these tests? I already know what to expect so I think I'll do well in all these tests." She sounded confident but darted a quick glance to the kid and remembered her audience. "I'm sure you'll do well, too. I'm Tula, by the way." She'd offer a handshake but usually people didn't appreciate a getting their hand all wet.

[Assistant]
The Professor

The professor nodded as the students filtered out, before beginning one more time. "The hallmark of every hero is that they know their strengths and weaknesses. Some of us have few weaknesses, some of us have many. However it is important to understand that no matter how many weaknesses you have, if you can overcome more weaknesses than another man even has, then you are a far stronger man than you could ever be." The professor adjusts his tie slightly, before adding "Ladies, I use man in the sense of humans, not in the sense of your heterochromatic brethren."

"What we will do next is very simple. The rest of today will be taken up by you students going through a number of simple tests. Where before, you were not allowed to use your quirk, now you can, for indeed the entire raison d'etre for this establishment is to train you in the use of your quirk. For example, Tori, can you please step forward." The girl looked surprised, before doing as the professor said.

"Although some of you may not know what it is for various reasons, we are standing in front of a long-jump pit. Tori, what was your highest score when you weren't using your quirk?" The student once again looked surprised, before saying, "I think maybe… 5.3 meters? I was always good at it regardless, but…"

The professor cut her off. "Tori, now try taking the long jump again, but you are allowed to use your quirk in any which way you please." Tori grinned and nodded, before taking a run up, her wings flashing out and allowing her to easily glide almost three times the length of the pit with just a few beats of her wings

"Of course, not all of you will suit well to these tests! Some of your quirks will not help you, or perhaps even hinder you in your efforts. Over the course of this year, and any subsequent years you stay here, you will measure your improvements in these same tests. The ones that you excel in are irrelevant. The ones that you fail in… Those are the ones that we shall be focusing on."

"Now, who would like to go next for the long jump?"

[User]
Lazarus smirked in excitement, he wondered how Garika quirk would do against his own, "interesting" he said to himself. Soon enough it was time to meet up with the professor for the long jump. Lazarus made his way, meeting a boy who had been waiting excitedly for them. It seemed as though Dante was here as well, conversating with the girl who had wings.

The professor explained that we would be able to use our quirk for our exercises and that it was a test to assess our strengths and weaknesses. Lazarus was happy having a wide grin, his powers were more of a jack of all trades. The professor used the falcon girl named Tori as an example for the first exercise, she glided farther than the length of the pit with a couple of flaps. "that's a cool quirk" Lazarus said under his breath. The professor asked who wanted to go next, Lazarus hand shot up first, and walk out to the front of then pit, though Lazarus is a guy who is all fun and games but he wants his presence to be known, he was a ambitious fellow.

Lazarus took a couple steps back and inhaled deeply before taking his running start, picking up speed, he took a hard stomp with his left foot before jumping and a rock pillar protruded from the ground under his foot , Lazarus used the thrust from the pillar to propel Himself into the air after which the the rockpillar retracted into the ground. When Lazarus landed he nearly fell but caught himself, he walked back to the group. "My quirk is called Earth Lord, I can control the ground otherwiseknown as, Geokinesis" Lazarus said smirking, he took a spot at the front of the group, clear of view so that he was able to see the capabilities of the others. Thought he doubt anyone was getting score higher than Tori, 15.6 meters was the score to beat for anyone without wings.

[Assistant]
Kaito

Kaito quickly introduced himself to both Garin and the girl who waved back at him. "Of course I'm excited! Who wouldn't be?! Nice to meet you both! The name is Kaito!" He smiled back, managing to at least get their introductions out of the way before The Professor began the lecture. As it turned out, he was only half correct about the activity being a physical one, but he never would have expected them to use their quirks early on in the semester. It was just the kind of lesson he was looking forward to, improving his quirk is the reason why he enrolled into this academy after all.

After witnessing Tori and Lazarus, he whistled a note like if he was impressed by how Lazarus utilized his quirk. "A bird and a rock man eh? There's a joke somewhere in there! But, still those are some pretty awesome quirks! You should watch me now!" He commented just as he walked by Lazarus with a smile on his face.

"Alright! I'm up next! Let's do this!"

Kaito felt pretty pumped up at the moment as he quickly went over to his spot and got into running position. His own personal record is 4.9 meters, without including his quirk of course. He had set his eyes to focus on one particular spot near the end of the track, it was time for his quirk to shine! After he ran and took the leap of faith, he instantly teleported at the last second while he was sailing through the air and landed roughly 28.7 meters away from the starting point. Some of the distance got shaved off, but that didn't matter to Kaito, he was extremely satisfied with his new score.

"Yes! I beat both of your scores! Let's see the rest of you top that!" He shouted excitedly to his classmates from the opposite end of the track, wishing to spark some competition by raising the bar a little. After he went off to the side, he made his back to the group with his hands folded behind his head and had a cheeky grin on his face. He stood next to Lazarus on his left side, wanting to observe the others as well. "My quirk is called Point to Point! I can teleport anywhere and anything I want, like so!" He stated and appeared on Lazarus' right side now in a blink of an eye, just messing with him in a playful fashion. He purposely provided little information of his quirk not wishing to expose his weaknesses right off the bat, although he was already starting to show it off more than necessary.

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[User]
Meg nodded her head to Kaito. "Kaito? Call me Meg," she said with a smirk. Man, how excited could he get? Very, apparently. Especially about these physical tests. She shrunk a little as she listened to the professor. Jumping? Oh, God knows she wasn't good at this. She wasn't good at physical things, but she sure could try her best. Would she be the best? Definitely not.

She stared in awe at the first girls jump. She had wings? Great, this was going to be harder than she thought; she couldn't top wings. She quickly looked over to Lazarus as he used an earth pillar to help him jump. And then she watched Kaito teleport away form the starting point. Her smirk still stood on her face, but she trembled. Good thing she hadn't unpacked yet.

"M-My turn? I-I guess." Meg sighed as she stepped up a few feet from the starting point, her fussy clenched and her eyes determined. She knew she would fail this, but everyone had to fail sometimes, right? That's what she thought. She closed her eyes, then took a breath as she began to run. She hoisted herself into the air with her right foot, feeling the wind rush past her face. She landed with a stomp that shook her all over, but she luckily didn't fall.

"Hey! I did it!" She raised her fists into the air in celebration, panting for breath. "I-" She turned around to realize... She was about 1 meter away form the point. She slumped over slightly, sighing to herself. "Great... Screwed that up..." She trudged over to where Kaito and Lazarus were standing, ignoring their excited looks. "...This isn't my forte, as you can see..."


[System]
* Age: 16
* Gender: Female
* Race: Human
* Appearance: Armored, Unarmored. She is 5'1, with pale skin, blue eyes, and blonde hair. Her armor is silver with gold decorations. Her sword has a golden hilt.
* Personality: Fanilly is one to take her duty seriously. This is both due to a belief in the cause of the Iron Rose Knights, and a severe insecurity and self-consciousness about her position. She is well aware that she is young and comparatively inexperienced. She knows that she is only in the position she is because of her birth, as she was born under a full moon. This only makes her feel worse about it. For Fanilly Danbalion, captain of the Iron Rose Knights, she can't help but feel that they have a point. She's young. And even though the founder was the same age, she was viewed as something miraculous, almost a saint. Should Fanilly truly be leading them? This weighs heavily on her mind, and thus one of her biggest desires is to prove that she is. In spite of her young age, in spite of how this tradition has worn thin for some, Fanilly wants to prove that she is a worthy captain of the Iron Rose Knights above all else. Aside from this desire, the girl is somewhat socially awkard, sometimes unprepared for conversation. However, she is not really shy and can generally deal with attending various functions in the capital, as is expected of the Iron Rose Knights. She is dedicated to the purpose of the order, to defend the innocent and protect the land of Thaln. However, the doubts surrounding her have lead to a lack of confidence in herself. Fanilly has a younger sister and as a result has a somewhat stronger affinity for children and desire to keep the safe, but as someone dedicated to the Iron Rose Knights' cause she wishes to protect all those in need. While she has a lacking in confidence, she retains some pride in her training, as she has proven to be skilled at swordplay in spite of her youth.
* Brief Backstory: Fanilly was a daughter of the Danbalion family, a noble family already. While they had never been knights, her birth on a full moon immediately made her a potential future candidate for the Iron Rose Knights' captain. She was simply needed sooner then many expected. And so she experienced training for several years leading up to her instatement as the Captain of the Iron Rose Knights. Initially she was confident in herself, but it quickly became clear that even some within the Knights had grown tired of the tradition of selecting a maiden born on a full moon to be the captain. This wore on her quickly, and has lead to her desperation to prove herself.
* Equipment: Fanilly wears a well-made set of somewhat ornate armor. She wields a fine longsword in her right hand and a dagger with a curved hilt for trapping weapons in her left.
* Skills: Fanilly has experienced extensive training in swordplay, specifically in the use of a longsword in both hands, or paired with a unique parrying dagger.

[User]
Ian only relaxed when things seemed to calm down and it became apparent that, for the moment at least, there wasn't going to be a second attempt. He didn't believe this was the end, however, if whoever sent this Nem went through the trouble of mutilating her throat to prevent her from speaking they likely didn't have have much confidence in her success, in fact it showed that, succeeding or not, they thought there was a good chance of her getting captured which meant that there was likely another agent here that would report the result of her attempt and possibly act as a backup assassin should she fail...

...of course there was also the possibility that the little Nem is lying and this is all a ruse to get the knights away from the princess.

either way, he kept the thought to himself for the moment, turning to the others and saying "Captain Fanilly, Sir Gillan, I can see to the princess' safety. I'm sure that the party hunting these conspirators could use all the manpower they can get and the princess would feel a bit more comfortable without too many guards hovering around her" both weren't entirely untrue but Ian had a plan with this. If either of his thoughts were correct, even if he was with only one other knight, the low amount of guards might make the other assassin overconfident and they could make a mistake or, if they weren't and there is a group of conspirators, more knights would have a better chance of dealing with what they might find. Right now Ian could just hope that the fact that he was one of the only two in armor and that his Hundi senses were far better than a human's would get them to agree with him.

[Assistant]
Marianne Delacroix

Though Marianne wasn't completely sure if the Nem would try anything at this point or not, she relaxed very slightly. "On the parchment, please write down everything you can remember. Any little detail may help us assist you in having your sister safely rescued. If you try us, do not be mistaken. The second time around, I will not be as gentle." With that, Marianne stood. Satisfied to allow matters to fall into the hands of her comrades, Marianne looked down and became painfully aware of exactly how she must look. She hadn't intended on doing so, but she had cut the skirt of her lovely dress rather short. The cut hem of which was quite a few inches too short for her tastes. Clearing her throat and as discreetly as possible, she tried to tug her dress down as much as she could. Fighting back the burn of a blush coming, she was thankful that her legs weren't completely exposed. As they were sheathed in white hosiery, namely thigh-high stockings.

Padding away from the group, she found the heels that she had kicked off when she gave chase after the assassin and slipped them back on. Looking at the slashed sleeves and skirt of her dress with a forlorn expression, she briefly wondered if she should get new replica or have this one repaired. As she looked up from the discarded cloth, she noticed a guard with a neat and impressive mustache issuing orders to the others as they rounded up the nobles to potentially escort them to a safer location. Her memory returning to her, her eyebrows came together as her eyes glared daggers at the person she assumed to be the palace's guard captain. With a flick of her wrist, she collapsed her concealable-sword and returned it to its home on her thigh. Affixing the blade to her garter as she stormed over to the mustached-man, her electrical aura returning with a passion alongside her fury. Her heels clacking rapidly and loudly as they echoed throughout the hall.

"You! Are the guard captain of this palace!?"

She shouted with an accusatory tone, her voice again booming louder than seemed possible for her size.
One of her hands balled to a fist, the other stabbing a pointed finger at the man as she neared.

[User]
The blue haired woman breathed in relief, so slightly, as the princess didn't seem to adamant in bringing the old spat. At least for now. She weighted her dagger in her hand, as she thoughtfully oversaw the situation.

A poor Nem mute woman, without a voicebox, claiming to do it for the sake of her sister? This seemed more out of a tale than actual event happening before their eyes, and yet not many doubted the act of the assasin.

But something inside Sult's mind was screaming.  She looks like bait. A failed assasination, a way to right one's wrongs... and a chance to help the weak. Just like the wounded old man Fanilly rushed to earlier. I don't like this, one bit.

But she had to watch for the princess. Sult grippped her dagger tightly. Under the glove, her knuckles went white. She wanted to scream that this seemed a bait to a trap, but she doubted people would listen to her.

After all, she was a tricky individual, the princess hated her, and her otherwise loathsome twin brother was around. She thus resigned to her fate and followed the princess as bodyguard.

Meanwhile, Nero, even if he was surprised or otherwise affected by the sudden rebuttal of the Silvern lady, he did show no signs of it, instead he removed his hand from her shoulder carefully, as he whispered.

"Well played."

He then turned around, and with a couple of strides, defied the patriarch's gaze set upon him, as he took his offending hand and performed a slight polite curtsy as salute. "The Marquis of Silvern is a common topic among my father and his fellow Dukes, but I have never had the pleasure to meet him in person." Truth to be told, he had heard him only once or twice in such conversations, but given his appareance and demeanor he seemed a proud, domineering person who sneered on others. Catering to his ego might work.

"Well met. Please forgive the crass behaviour of this fourth son of a Duke, but I couldn't help myself in front of such grace and beauty. You truly have a marvellous daughter, sire."

It was then when something else caught his attention. Yelling, instructions, and knights rampant. The nobles were being evacuated.

"I would love to chat a little more... but circumstances." He added, eyes trailing towards the assasin and the princess.

He then started walked the iron knights, Tyaethe in particular.

"Naive." Nero raised his voice, shaking his disapproval."Very naive of you, oh Holy One. How can you ask the entire party to perform and feign like if they were a masterful trope of mummers? Would you even be able to feign your own emotions, if your outbursts are a sign to go by? Not to mention my lovely cousin Dame Delacroix over there who's bent on starting a fight with that risque fashioned attire of hers!"

He pondered. "Just bar the doors, and don't let anyone go out. Confusion needs not to be feigned. And I'm pretty sure there is enough food and wine for wounded pride."

His eyes then trailed towards the finicky commander of the Iron Roses. Living legend or not, she seemed more like a lost child. "One thing is true, time is of essence. Therefore, just this once, and because the party is in your honor..."

Nero knelt before Fanilly slighty, as he bent his head. "My sword and my men are for this night, yours to command."

@Raineh Daze@VitaVitaAR@harinezumikouken

[Assistant]
Wonderful, even Fanilly was now referring to her with that absurd appellation. It was Sir Tyaethe, yet everyone seemed so intent on referring to her by a title that hadn't even existed when she had been knighted. Though with her discovery tonight, even that wasn't the proper form of address any more.

Meanwhile... yet another idiot with something to prove was starting an argument. This was the exact reason she had been so against coming out of armour in the first place: people began forgetting all about her abilities and experience. Just because she looked so young, everyone seemed to think that she must also be this young. Fortunately, this idiot wasn't a knight and it was unlikely that Fanilly would mind too much if she brought him into line.

And so it was that a small hand clamped itself on Nero's shoulder and forcefully dragged the young man's eyes down to meet hers. If the sword hadn't clued the braggart in, the tug definitely would: she was stronger than her body had any right to be.

"You, sir, are an idiot. The entire reason for keeping the princess's survival a secret is so that the conspirators do not learn that the assassination failed. Sealing the room for long would tell them that their assassin is compromised and destroy the one chance we have of apprehending whoever is behind this. Furthermore, this room lacks the amenities necessary to house anyone and we have no idea how long this will take. Spreading a single falsehood is no elaborate charade and if it must be kept up for long, then only those accomplished in misdirection need take more complicated steps."

"I would also refrain from critiquing the attire of others when you chose to have the most ostentatiously miserable armour made and considered bringing it to a ball without full repairs. At least others, even if they do not understand fashion, would understand the purpose of ceremonial outfits."

With that, the white-haired knight released him with a 'light' push to get him back upright. It wasn't her problem if Nero fell over onto his arse and made a fool of himself.

[User]
Taken away from her attempt to decipher Viviane's unusual declaration(and noticing the nem was still glaring at her), Fanilly's attention returned to dog-eared knight. He could defend the Princess by himself, or with only one another knight to assist? Only two knights seemed like a low number, and yet... perhaps it made sense to keep the numbers so restricted. After all, they may very well need as many knights as they could muster in order to take on whoever it was who had orchestrated the assassination.

"I... see, but... I suppose if it's..." Fanilly trailed off for a moment. "... If the Princess is willing to take such a small guard, then I suppose it is her decision."

As for the talk between Tyaethe and Nero, well, what did it truly come to? Nobility confined to a single room... if it was too long, that could be quite simply dangerous. But what if someone let something slip? Ah, this wasn't a clear choice to the Knight-Captain. Tyaethe's rather rough response... ah, in such a stressful situation, she had to admit a little girl tugging and shoving a grown man in armor like that was, well... The girl covered her mouth to try and hide that she found it funny, then took a deep breath.

"I'm not sure if we can simply keep everyone in this room, but I'm glad to have your assistance, regardless," Fanilly said, simply. More knights meant they would be able to be finished with this more quickly, didn't it?

The Nem assassin finally tore her angry gaze away from Viviane to begin writing once more, in response to Marianne's questioning. She wrote quickly. She had to, if they were going to act they had to do it as soon as possible in order to save her sister. This was, now, her only hope.

Soon enough, she held the parchment up.

They're holding Kyphi under the Mausoleum with the large eight-pointed star on top of it. They have twenty-five soldiers and six men running the operation. They haven't let me see her but I can here her breathing whenever I'm there, she's in the lowest chamber. Three of the six men can use magic, I haven't seen all their abilities but one of them brought an animated skeleton.

Anyone with knowledge of such things would recognize just where that that symbol meant. For some reason, the conspirators had chosen the Cal family's grave as the site of their plotting. While Phoran Cal would be a publicly reviled name for a long time to come, his ancestors had done nothing wrong, and so it still stood. His body was not, however, permitted to be interred there. Even his still-living relatives refused to allow it.

It was unlikely those still-living relatives knew what was going on down there. They hadn't lived in Aimlenn for several years now.

Meanwhile, the guard captain turned to face Marianne, as his guards dealt with the nobles. He folded his arms, disapproving of her tone.

"Hmph, what is it?"

He had nothing but respect for the Iron Roses, but he also enjoyed being treated with respect. This was not sounding very respectful.


[System]
SEX: male
AGE: 44 (middle aged)
HOMELAND: Republic of Carise
BACKGROUND: Criminal

TRAITS:
Brawny - Boran is muscular and possesses considerable physical strength
Cool headed - Boran is not easily fazed even in the face of danger
Open minded - Boran is always willing to consider new ideas and concepts without being prejudiced
Illegal dealings (Criminal) - establishing connections and doing business on the underground market (which can be less expensive and have more exotic stock) is no problem for Boran

FLAWS:
Low stamina - due to his age and general physical condition, Boran tires out easily
Crude - not the politest person

PROFICIENCIES: 16+1

EXPERTISE
History I (1pt)
Folklore I (1pt)

SKILLS
Skulduggery II (3pts)
Appraisal I (1pt)

SOCIAL
Deceit II (3pts)

Weapons
Axes II (3pts)
Hand-to-hand II (3pt)
Shields I (1pt)
Maces I (1pt)

PERSONALITY: While not the most talkative type, Boran does like good company. However, he is not the best one out there himself. On one hand, he can be coarse and blunt with a weird sense of humor most people "just don't get". On the other, he is somewhat aloof, prone to letting his mind wander off at random moments. His peculiarities do not stem from ill intent, but rather from an overarching carefree demeanor he has adopted following his tumultuous past life. Be it in times of peace or peril; if he is alone or with others, Boran is in "fixed gear", which can be seen both as a weakness - in terms of thoughtlessness and recklessness - but also a strength by keeping a level head in any situation. When it comes to matters of his person, Boran is an open type who doesn't fear tearing down his walls. He has done enough self-contemplation to be confident. There is an air of confidence, even slight sophistication in him, hinting at an upbringing not usual for a common man.

PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION: Boran is a true mixed-blood. Standing at just above 180cm/6ft, with broad shoulders, square jaw and strong nose, he is a rather masculine man. He has medium length, wavy black hair, thick eyebrows and a rough stubble, but strangely pale skin.

EQUIPMENT:
* a combat knife in a sheath and a buckler on his hip, the buckler has an adjustable grip so it can be slid up to his forearm, freeing his hand
* an axe with a blunt butt/poll that can be strapped on his back for longer travels, for quicker access there is a noose on his hip. Boran has enough strength to wield it one-handed for some time, but it is cumbersome to do so and it's meant for two handed use.
* a small backpack that contains some food, a flask for water, another one for some booze, a sharpening kit and usually a random book to read.
* Black/brown gambeson armor, padded greaves and bracers, which are in good condition. A tiny bedroll, just enough to fit him.

HISTORY: As the only child of a wealthy businessman in Carise, Boran could enjoy luxuries that most people in the known world could not. At the same time, his freedom was also quite a bit more restricted. Taught by a private tutor, together with a small group of other privileged children, he studied a wide range of subjects - from mathematics and economy to etiquette and philosophy. What time was left over from studying was spent on training in the arts of combat. And what tiny amount was left even from that was mostly spent with his father, whether it be mentoring sessions about the business or formal meetings, dinners and gatherings with his associates. Boran didn't mind that he didn't have a normal childhood, because he was good at what he did. Too good. Brighter and more physically capable than his peers, Boran started developing a superiority complex that would bite him back in the future.

By the time he reached teenage years, it was already obvious that his father's business wasn't exactly legal. More precisely, he ran one of a dozen smuggling rings inside an organized crime family's trading company. For Boran, this was an opportunity. In his early 20s, Boran had integrated well into the business, solidifying his position as a good partner and future successor to his father; even gathering a small band of underlings of his own. Yet he remained a subordinate, an inferior. Driven by his ambition, overrated abilities and misplaced moral values, he tried to aggressively take more control inside the company. This did not sit well with his superiors - including his father-, who saw his crude methods and lack of loyalty as a direct act of defiance rather than any show of ability. Humiliated, Boran was allowed to escape Carise.

He vowed to get his vengeance as he sailed towards Abagon. Over the years he led and was part of many different bands of criminals - from the more sophisticated subtle types to even the lowliest thugs - hoping to build an empire of his own to one day get back at the people who had done him wrong. None of it came to fruition. With the war looming over Abagon as well, Boran eventually found himself in Beldemar. Years had passed, his youthful, reckless drive had been smothered by constant failures. Looking for some straightforward coin, Boran, nearing his fortieth birthday, signed up as a mercenary. Free from his futile pursuits and perhaps due to age, he found time to contemplate and find solace in a simpler life devoid of unnecessary stress. After all, a lot of time had passed and the people he once hated are already most likely dead.

[User]
Flint paused, looking at the candles. That wasn't a common sight. The only thing was, was this before or after some kind of misfortune? His hackles on end, he walked in, briefly taking note of the bell above the door.

"Hello?" he called, glancing around at the room.

[Assistant]
After stepping outside and hearing Flint's words of acknowledgement, Boran gestured for him to lead the way.

The pair walked in silence, and Boran in particular seemed to be lost in thought, though he kept an eye out for anything suspicious. A city this size never truly slept and there were unpredictable wanderers on every corner. As they were nearing the market district, Boran grabbed a piece of paper and a sharp stick of charcoal from his coat pocket and started scribbling words on it. He darted off towards an inconspicuous, plain looking building just at the edge of the market, slipped the note through a slit in the door and was back with Flint in seconds. Before the latter could inquire, Boran explained: "Just made a little order."

The jewelers place seemed decent enough. After all, anything less than decent would have likely been unable to process the kind of exchange the party was in need of. Nevertheless, Boran kept himself in high alert when Flint went in in search of the owner.

[User]
"Hello?" Flint called. There wasn't an immediate response, though the sound of wood scraping against wood could be heard. A quick look about the place showed it was comfortable and well-decorated, if a bit small. There were shelves standing n the floor, displaying an array of objects both strange and mundane. It appeared to be some sort of second hand store, but a fine one. Most of the goods were of the more expensive variety, such as fine clothes, antique furniture, lockets, jewelry boxes, exotic cloth from the east, old tomes, bones from long-deceased monsters... Everything was well-polished, small lanterns lit the room, and it was arrayed in such a way that everything was fetching to the eye. It wasn't humble, no; it was someone taking the best advantage of the small space they had offered to them. The door that led to the back of the building was ajar.

It became clear after a moment that someone was watching them. Boran noticed first, then Flint. To the right stood a tall, armored Caernling, a bearded warrior clad in scale armor with a vicious looking spiked mace resting at his hip. Apparently that was how the goods were kept safe.

"Forgive my tardiness," came a voice with a Westerling accent. They were interwoven with soft clicks upon the floor. "I would have answered sooner, but as they say in soldierly vernacular, my eyes were on the target." At that moment, the door to the back was pulled open, and a Westerling came in. He was a middle-aged man clutching a cane with a dragon-shaped head, a coal-skinned gentleman wearing black-and-gold fineries and old spectacles. His beard was ash-colored, and he wore a sad but steady smile.

"How can I help you?" he asked.

[Assistant]
Lothair pointed at the fleeing stalker "He's the one who made the mess! That bloody pickpocket!" He urgently blathered trying to continue the pursuit. He figured that if he could get the angry man to help them catch the suspect, then things would be a lot easier since the angry man was a native after all... he probably knew these streets and alleys like the back of his hand. Regardless, Lothair wanted to continue the pursuit regardless of what the angry man thought. He looked over at Riley to see what she had in mind...

When they were spotted Riley jumped into action. While Lothair had turned to talk to the angered shopkeep she drew her crossbow and pulled a bolt from her cloak, not wanting to chance the stranger catching her or Lothair with whatever he had on him if they ran him down. She loaded the bolt and quickly dropped to a knee to take aim, going for the runners legs, well preferably the legs, honestly as long as the hit wasn't lethal...by the time Lothair had turned back around he would hear the twang of her loosing the bolt.

The bolt whizzed by the corner of Lothair's eye as he turned. He turned to look at Riley, with her crossbow aimed at the fleeing man. He was dumbfounded... just as he was trying to convince this man that the fleeing perpetrator was the guy he wanted to chase... here she was about to potentially kill this poor sod. If he wasn't so involved, his hand would have swiftly found its place on top of his face... in fact he was almost tempted as he didn't want to look at what happened next. However, it was clear that things were about to get dangerous. Thus, he had a hand rest on the pommel of his sword, ready to draw it in case a fight broke out.

[User]
Flint took in the shop with a sweeping glance. It fit the bill of what they were looking for. And the man seemed respectable; if a little melancholic.

"How can I help you?"

Flint looked the man up and down briefly. "Ghilas, I presume? Well, to put it simply, we're looking to sell. My companion and I, plus two others, have just been hired by the Lord Guthbert. I don't care for the name, though I imagine you know it."

He took an emerald from his coin bag, watching the man's face for some reaction. "He gave us these as a down payment. I was wondering if we could convince you to buy some of them."

[Assistant]
Although Boran was fairly certain there would be no trouble at the shop, he nevertheless kept an eye on the guard. He let Flint do the talking, took a quick peek a the shopkeeper - an elegant fellow - then proceeded to survey the room. Causing a ruckus in such a confined space would inevitably lead to considerable damage so the armored figure's first and foremost job was probably that of intimidation: the scaly armor and spiky mace neatly enforced the idea.

He positioned himself near the entrance, keeping a relaxed yet prepared pose. He didn't try to be sneaky about it, either. With his neck stretched and hands neatly folded in front of him, he himself looked like a security guard for Flint.


[System]
"Hey, you wouldn't have seen any flower around here that has a yellow petal, would ya? I need one for, uh...'flavoring'."

"Charlotte LaChance. Now, if you don't need anything I really should be watching this beaker before it explodes."
"Nineteen."
Age:
19

Race:
Human

Appearance:
Charlotte stands around five foot six. A pale complexion with messy, somewhat unkempt dark brown hair and cold blue eyes adorn her face. She has a slender frame, with no obvious muscles as she's not entirely one for physical activity, often time spending her days reading or practicing her chosen craft. She wears comfortable clothes that look like one might expect of someone born from high-society. Short pants, held up by a belt with a golden buckle, adorned with various pouches to carry items. Comfortable shoes with long, knee-high socks. Over her upper body, she wears a thick cloak with a hood, designed mostly to protect the wearer from the cold. Rarely takes it off, even in the warmer lands she finds herself in.

Personality:
Insatiable curiosity, confident, stubborn, a bit on the childish side, doesn't like not getting her way, and has a bit of a one-track mind. As such her alchemy can sometimes suffer a bit as a result. Though indeed, she is talented, and if she doesn't let her one-track mind focus on something else after she starts something, she'd be fairly successful. She prefers to spend time outdoors with her plants and other alchemy reagents than in the company of people.

She tends to come off as rather serious and no-nonsense, and sometimes a sarcastic grump. Often time she wears a serious expression when people first meet her, though its only because she tends to have a one-track mind about things, and really doesn't like being interrupted. She's often thinking about various things and what properties plants might have.

That said, she is fairly friendly to most, and isn't hostile by any means. Just don't interrupt her work unless you have a really good reason. Aside from this, she's fairly intelligent and knows about a great deal many scholarly subjects. Mostly dealing with Magic and Alchemical pursuits, but she's read a great many number of books so she might surprise someone with her knowledge every now and then about something.

"DAMN YOUR EYES DON'T TOUCH THAT BEAKER-Argh, this is sensitive equipment!"

Abilities:
Aside from the obviously impressive physical and mental abilities that humans possess, Charlotte is adept at potion brewing. Meaning, alchemy and making useful concoctions out of herbs, remedies, antidotes and other items found in the natural world. She's pretty much a savant when it comes to everything relating to it. Add that to some beginner interest in Botany, she could probably make quite the living selling and brewing potions. That said, she is still fairly young and has a lot of room for improvement in the field.

A neat little list:
-Fairly intelligent
-Knows her way around plants and Biology.
-Cold tends to not bother her so much, since her home country was notoriously cold.
-Not so good with animals, unfortunately. They tend to like using her as a chewtoy.
-Physically speaking, she's a wet noodle strength wise. Fairly average stamina, though due to her fairly active lifestyle.

She has heard tells of old alchemists being able to directly influence the world through direct means. Directly changing iron into gold, and even manipulating the earth to do ones bidding. She intends to find the truth of these matters, and learn fiction from reality.

History:
Born in Astril, Charlotte has been brought up around science, logic, reason, and even the odd magical related things most of her life. Aside from that, its not particularly interesting. While she herself wasn't born into the magic-using citadel of Astril, and was instead brought up in a small farming community near the border, she has always held an interest in magic, alchemy, and scholarly pursuits herself. So in between farming duties and helping her parents run the farm, she studied all sorts of books. Ones about history, magic, and otherwise.

When she was fourteen, she was accepted into Astril itself as a student. And as confident as she was, she was sorely outclassed by a lot of the students there who had been training formally since their birth. She spent quite a few years there struggling to keep up with the other students, and quickly found herself as a bit of a loner and outcast among her peers. Not that she particularly minded, she'd rather have her books and studies anyways. Eventually she was labeled a bit of an eccentric.

It was when she was nineteen, she had to make a choice. So she left Astril and set off on her own, intent on finding her lives work. She doesn't like talking about the events that transpired leading up to that event, but she will say she killed about five scholars and blew up a lab.

Other:
-Can be somewhat socially awkward at times, and has trouble holding a decent conversation about anything other than alchemy.
-Makes some questionable potions sometimes. You really shouldn't get curious about some of the stuff she makes.
-Don't bring up anything regarding an elixir of life or philosophers stone. You have been warned. If you do, bring ear plugs and make sure you don't have anything to do for the next hour.

[User] Himeko took a step back from Livia's touch. She didn't feel the need to have a human's touch on her wing. There was a chance she'd make her feel disgusted with herself. After, she just listened to the human mage's words. If this wisp found Odette, good. If not, well, they'd figure something else out. For now, she just followed Livia since she SEEMED to know what she was doing.

[Assistant]
"Tsk," Livia frowned playfully, calmly leading Charlotte and Himeko through the graveyard. "Rude, and here I am helping you." She frowned again, following the wisp closely. With any luck it should lead them to Odette, now that she had her...signature of sorts, but it was still rather questionable if she could. Charlote was now glad she didn't get caught plucking a feather. She'd have to remember not to do that or mention it.

The wisp twirled and made a path through the field, leading them on quite the complex path as if it was a drunk sailor of some sort. Charlotte began questioning this things accuracy, until it finally came to a stop near the edge of the graveyard.

Except, no sign of Odette.

"Hmm..." Livia gave a cursory look around. "She's around here."

Unbeknownst to the trio, the tiny purple bow resting immaculately on a tree stump was not in fact, a bow.

"She's probably still hiding." Livia continued.

[User]
"I believe we are helping you..." Himeko muttered, looking around the area. It was a graveyard through and through. She just followed Livia and her little wisp through the winding path of the graveyard until it came to a stop. The Tengu didn't see Odette anywhere. Nowhere visible at least so she was probably hiding. Well, now Livia was saying that Odette was around at least... Now to look for her. Himeko just started to wander around the area. There were a few graves here and there of course, but what caught her eye was the one thing that just seemed out of place. "What's this?"

She looked to a tree stump. While the stump itself wasn't exactly out of place, the thing that seemed to sit on it seemed quite so. "A bow, is it?" With a questioning look on her face, she walked over to the small thing to examine it. "Odette?" She asked, putting a hand on the handle of her katana, ready for anything. "If that is you, reveal yourself. Slowly."

[Assistant]
The purple bow lifted itself from the Tree stump, a decidedly scared Odette phasing through it so her face was showing to the others. She placed her hands on the surface, as if she was shyly looking over the edge of a counter or something as Himeko ordered her to show herself. Charlotte watched carefully from a somewhat safe looking distance, hands ready to fling one of her vials towards the bow if something happened.

"..." Oh no. They found her. What should she do? She couldn't say anything. She was too petrified from nervousness and anxiousness, not to mention the fact she had been ordered not too. Ugh, she was terrified. She was scared. She wanted to die again. She wanted to -

"....!" Argh, her head hurt again. How was it possible for a ghost to get a headache in the first place.

"Odette." Livia approached carefully, the ghost making no movements other than seemingly glowering at the ground with a dark expression painted on her features. "Himeko, get back!" The Tengu would only have seconds to react before a gout of pale blue fire launched itself towards Himeko from Odette's mouth, both intending to harm the Tengu and propel the spirit backwards a little ways from them.

[User] Silly human, thinking a Tengu wouldn't notice before her... Well, not that she knew what a Tengu was. "Five steps too slow." Himeko said, deftly dodging to the side quickly, then closing on the ghostly girl. "Divine Kami, grant me power to touch this spirit." She chanted as she closed. If the Divine could give her power to cut away at spirits, than it should be able to allow her to touch them. And... Success it seemed, as her hand wrapped around the ghost's neck. Not painful... If the ghost could feel pain at least. It was there to restrain her and only that. "My intent is not to hurt, merely receive answers. Cooperate, and perhaps we can help each other." The Tengu said, looking the ghost girl in the eyes. Confidence, is what they translated to her likely. "Nod, speak if you can. Agree and I'll release you."

[Assistant]
"You idiot!" Livia shouted to Himeko as the tengu grabbed Odette by the throat. "Scaring her is only going to make it worse-!" Himeko would only have a few seconds before she'd figure out why. Whatever was happening to Odette, was becoming worse by the second. Black, pulsing veins seemed to snake their way across Odette's body, stopping only when they had claimed her all the way to her chin.

"Cooperate? No no, you want to hurt me...I can't...won't let you..." Odette hadn't spoken much before now, but it was clear that she wasn't in her right state of mind. Her voice had an odd ethereal, unsettling quality to it. Instead of being scared or responding further, her own hand grabbed Himekos, and where her ghostly flesh met the Tengus, it began to burn and a mass of black veins appeared on her arm where contact was made. If Himeko kept holding on to her, something quite bad was likely going to happen.

[User] "Tch." Himeko said as she released her grip on Odette. Anything that burned as such could not be a good thing. "What is wrong with her?" She said, peeking back at Livia for a second before gluing her attention on the ghost girl. Her hand instinctively went to her katana, ready for something to happen. Her touch burned and seemed to corrupt, what would do such a thing?"

[Assistant]
"Wrong? With me? No no." Odette replied, a smile forming on the wights lips. "but trespassers on my land must be dealt with. You think you can escape, no no."

"Urgh." Livia grimaced. "I thought something like this might happen. You'll need to weaken her a bit, Himeko. I can fix this easily." She had enough of an idea what was going on, but she needed to prepare a bit, otherwise she'd end up hurting Odette. Charlotte, was had taken shelter behind a gravestone and was carefully peeking over the edge, giving Himeko an encouraging thumbs up.

"Fix? Nothing needs to be fixed. Yes. Everything is fine. This is my land, I'll do on it what I want." Several blue orbs formed beside her, before their wispy forms turned into more of the same specters as earlier. Before Himeko could do anything more, a blue fireball was tossed at her.

[User] Himeko didn't have to think too hard. She unsheathed her katana and cut the air in front of her, releasing a blast of air that sliced the fireball in half and made it miss her completely. The blade shined as the Tengu ran towards the additional spirits and rendered them non-existant. She was closer to Odette now and held her blade towards the ghost girl. "Now. Let me pose to you a question, girl. Would it that I wished you harm, why would I not cut you down now?" She was prepared for the ghost to do something. She was not nearly that dense.

[Assistant]
"Simple. Because you can't. You can't kill what is already dead...besides," She smirked. "Killing me would mean killing her. And I don't think you can kill your friend, now can you?" The wraith, who was clearly someone other than Odette at the moment cackled. "You don't even know what's going on, do you? Run back home to your mountain, whelp. Your kind has no business here...but you can leave the alchemist and the mage. I'll take them as my playthings."

Livia didn't comment, only exhaled in mild displeasure. Damn, it had gotten this bad, had it? A minor oversight on her part, but something she could deal with.

"Ignore her Himeko. I can fix any damage done to her as long as she's not completely banished."

"Yes yes, everything must be fixed because I'm the bad one. Always me. Never anyone else's fault. Of course. But that's fine. I'll burn you all to ashes just like they burned me." Another fireball was tossed at Himeko, Odette seeming to blink from existence, only to appear several yards away where a few more wraiths appeared.

"Don't worry so much about the Wraiths. You take care of her they'll be gone too!"


[System]
Age: 13
Hometown: Ecruteak City
Appearance (pic preferred):

Starter: Torchic
Bio: Shiranui had developed a fascination with fox-like Pokémon from watching the Kimono Sisters performing during his childhood. His favourite Pokémon are Espeon, Umbreon, Delphox, Zoroark and Ninetales. He is generally kind, but has a low tolerance to those who speak ill of his likes. He had been inspired to go on a Pokémon journey ever since he spotted Ho-oh taking off from the Bell Tower at age 8, later catching it during his journey through Johto along with two of the three Legendary Beasts.

Having experienced the wonders of the Kalos Region, Shiranui had conquered the Kalos League and was added to the local Hall of Fame after defeating their Elite Four as well as the local champion Diantha.

[User] "Glad to be of service," Shiranui replied, "How long is it until your Elite Four battles?"

[Assistant] "I have a week to prep." Liam said. "That is plenty of time to allow them all to train, along with a day for rest." Liam said.

[User] "Good luck," Shiranui responded.

[Assistant] "Thanks." Liam said. Liam than went to do his training prep. During his week of prep, Liam's father arrived. Liam's parents, along with Shiranui and Florence were all invited to sit down to the stage.

[User] After Shiranui got his invitation, he found an import stand that had been set up at the markets and what caught his eye was a Jaw Fossil from Kalos. Shiranui bought the fossil and after a quick detour to Rustboro City thanks to Titania, the fossil was revived and Shiranui now had a Tyrunt with the Sturdy ability. He named his new friend Boukun.

[Assistant]
The long week came to pass.

 "It's time for the first match of Hoenn's Champion League!" Called the Announcer. "Today, Elite Four member Sidney will face off against 'Dragon Master' Liam Coleman, who just a week ago defeated Hoenn's Top Coordinator, Shiranui Tsukiko! It will be a fun six-on-six battle, much like every other battle in the Championship Leauge. Only The challenger, Mr. Coleman will be permitted to substitute Pokémon."
 "Welcome, challenger! I'm Sidney of the Elite Four."
"I like that look you're giving me. I guess you'll give me a good match. That's good! Looking real good! All right! Let's get down to the kind of battle that can happen only here in the Pokémon League!"
 The Ref told the trainers to call out their first Pokémon.
 "Scrafty!" Sidney called.
 "Jiriya!" Liam summoned.

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"Jiriya! Power up Punch!" Liam called.
 "Dragon Claw" Sydney ordered. Crafty ran toward the Greninja with talons stretching out from its hand while Jiriya charged forward with a glowing fist. Both moves connected. Jiriya's attack went up, effectively negating Scrafty's Intimidate.
"Another Power up Punch!" Liam called.
 "Poison Jab!" Sidney ordered. The two moves connected. Jiriya avoiding being poisoned. Scrafty was hit critically.
 "Aerial Ace!" Liam ordered.
 "Crunch!" Sidney ordered. Jiriya delivered a swift jab to Scrafty, who bit down on Jiriya's arm.
 "While it's holding on, Power up Punch!" Liam ordered. Scruffy was hit on the head and KO'd.
 "Scrafty is unable to battle, Jiriya wins!" The official stated.

"Very impressive, I can see why you won the Evergrande Conference, let alone becoming Kalos' Grand Duke" Sidney praised. "But, now let's continue, Shiftree! Go!" Sidney ordered. Liam asked Jiriya if he wanted to continue, to which the Greninja gave a thumbs up.

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"Aerial Ace!" Liam ordered. The priority Flying type move slammed into Shiftree, getting a critical hit.
 "Leaf Blade!" Sidney ordered.
 "Night Slash!" Liam commanded. The two began to use the selected moves to have a sword battle, similar to something you would see in the Star Wars movies. After a few minutes of a standstill, Liam called for a Power up Punch, which surprised Shiftree, and KO'd it. Sidney than sent out Absol, (a Zoroark in disguise)

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"Power up Punch!" Liam ordered. The attack hit and sent the Absol soaring into the wall, one shutting it. It than returned to its normal form. Sidney was impressed and sent out a Sharpedo next

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"Aqua Jet!" Sidney commanded.
"Ice Punch!" Liam called. Sharpedo rocketed toward Jiriya while engulfed in water. Jiriya used Ice Punch to try and freeze Sharpedo, which failed. Jiriya was short by Rough Skin. Liam than told Jiriya to use Grass Knot when Sharpedo went in with an Ice Fang. Jiriya was hurt badly by that move. Liam called for a Shadow Sneak, which finished Sharpedo off, and Jiriya was hurt by Rough Skin. Sidney next sent out Mandibuzz Liam recalled Jiriya and sent out Hitmonchan.

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Hitmonchan was ordered to use Thunder Punch. Mandibuzz used Tailwind. Mandibuzz Than used Bone Rush. Hitmonchan was whopped on the back of the head and made momentarily dizzy. Sidney took advantage of Hitmonchan's delirium and used Brave Bird! Hitmonchan was smacked into the wall, KO'd.

"Hitmonchan is unable to battle, Mandibuzz wins." Liam grabbed the next ball, and Jiriya popped back out from his ball instead. "You want to continue Jiriya?" Liam asked.
 "Ninja!" Jiriya confirmed.
 "I'm truly impressed, but don't think that means I've lost yet." Sidney stated. He sent out Absol next.

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Sidney stated that Steven gave the Elite something special. Liam than noticed the keystone and Absolves Mega Stone. He Mega Evolved Absol, who used Slash. Jiriya knocked it back with Night Slash.

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The long drawn out battle eventually ended with Jiriya falling. Scarlet, finished it off with a single Mystic Fire.

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"Well, listen to what this loser has to say. You've got what it takes to go a long way! Go on to the next room and challenge your next battle!"

Liam walked over to his cheering corner, where his parents, Florence, and Shiranui were sitting. Liam had a couple hours to recuperate before his next battle. Liam went and got the healing done. He than went to do a pep talk with his selected six.

[User] Shiranui knew Liam had a good shot at winning his next battle as he had seen Liam use a fair share of Pokémon that were capable of handling Ghost types. He let Numeru out to add to the cheering section.

[Assistant]
"Ahahaha! I'm Phoebe of the Elite Four. I did my training on Mt. Pyre. While I trained, I gained the ability to commune with Ghost-type Pokémon. Yes, the bond I developed with Pokémon is extremely tight. So, come on, just try and see if you can even inflict damage on my Pokémon!"

"Banette!" Phoebe called.
 "Grimm!" Liam called.

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"Shadow Ball!" Liam ordered.
 "You use Shadow Ball as well." Phoebe ordered. The attacks collided and negated one another.
 "Shadow Claw Phoebe called.
 "Shadow Sneak!" Liam ordered. Banette was hit by the priority STAB move.
 "Shadow Ball!" Phoebe called.
 "Shadow Punch." Liam said. The ghostly fist smacked its target as Grimm was hit by the ball of energy.
 "Toxic!" Phoebe ordered.
 "Shadow Ball!" Liam commanded. Both hit, and Banette was KO'd, replaced by Mismagius.
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(Toxic 1)
"Shdow Ball!" Liam called.
 "Thunderbolt!" Phoebe called. Both attacks landed
(Toxic 2)
 "Finish it with Shadow Ball!" Phoebe called.
 "Destiny Bond, go!" Liam ordered. Grimm tethered the Mismagius to himself right before he was KO'd, thus pulling it down with him.
Liam sent Hitmonchan out and Phoebe called out Driftblim

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"Ice Punch!" Liam called. The move froze the ghost solid.
 "Now Foresight!" With that,Driftblim lost its immunity to normal and fighting moves.
 "Now, Thunder Punch!" Liam called. The electrified punch shocked the ghost critically, allowing another KO, Aftermath zapped some of Htmonchan's health. Chandelure was sent out next. Liam recalled Hitmonchan and sent Jiriya out.

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"Water Shuriken!" Liam called. Three hits, the last of which was critical and Chandelure fell. Phoebe was guinely surprised by that and sent out her own Dusknoir.

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"Thunder Punch!" Phoebe called.
 "Spikes!" Liam ordered. Jiriya tossed spikes all over Phoebe's half of the stage and than was hit by the electrified punch, which did nothing. Phoebe was shocked.
 "Jiriya has the special ability, Protean." Liam explained. "His type changes to match the move he's using. Now, Night Slash!" Jiriya slashed at Dusknoir. Phoebe called for a Curse, which allowed Jiriya's next Night Slash to finish it. Phoebe sent out her final Pokémon, Sabeleye, who was immediately hurt by the spikes.

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Phoebe immediately Mega Evolved Sabeleye. Liam had Jiriya use Water Shuriken, which only hit twice. Sabeeye than used Power Gem. Jiriya was hit. and than afflicted by the curse. Jiriya was on his last leg. Liam recalled him and sent out Sylveon.

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Sableye used Fake Out, but it failed.
 "Moonblast!" The attack hit Sabeleye for massive damage. Sableye than used Shadow Claw. One final Moonblast and Liam won.
"Oh, darn. I've gone and lost." Phoebe said. "There's definitely a bond between you and your Pokémon, too. I didn't recognize that fact, so it's only natural that I lost. Yup, I'd like to see how far your bond will carry you."

Liam's next opponent would be Glacia, and it would be another Pokémon's time to shine.

[User] "Nicely done, Liam!" Shiranui praised. Numeru cheered as well.

[Assistant] "Thanks." Liam said. He called Goodra out. Goodra was happy to see Numeru and proceeded to hug her.

[User] "Those two will be busy for a while," Shiranui remarked as Numeru returned the hug.